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mystic-story-lover · 1 year

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~Stay with Me~

Roderick Strong x OC female!reader

Word Count: 3317

Warnings: 18+, swearing, crawling, daddy kink, spanking, choking, mirror sex, penetration, female orgasm, male orgasm, fingering

Type: Angst, Smut

Summary: They weren’t friends, they weren’t lovers, they weren’t anything, but he wanted to change her mind.

A/n: This is my first smut so if it’s not good I’m sorry!

~~~ “Hey Bria,” Adam Cole, one of my best friends, called from the entrance to our hotel. Stopping in my tracks, I turned to see him running to catch up to me.

“Hey Adam!” I smiled brightly, letting go of the handle to my suitcase so that I could give him a hug.

“Are you exhausted from the show tonight, or is that just me?” He laughed, and we began walking towards the front desk together.

“Oh, I’m exhausted alright. I can’t wait to crash in my bed tonight.” I chuckle, and stop only inches away from the desk. “Go ahead and go first.”

“Thank you!” Adam smiled at me, before shifting his attention over to the receptionist.

While Adam was checking in, I decided to pull out my phone and open twitter. Mostly, I was just curious to see what fans thought of tonight’s show, and to see what they were thinking of the upcoming Double or Nothing event. From the few posts that I got to look at, the fans seemed to be pleased with how things were going, and a good buzz was going around about the Elite and Blackpool Combat Club’s match.

“See anything about me there?” A voice came from behind me, causing me to drop my phone from being startled.

“Woah there, you okay Bria?” Adam asked as he turned to spot me with my hand on my chest.

“Yeah, I’m all good Adam, just got spooked is all.” I sighed, finally catching my breath. Quickly, I bent down to grab my phone off the ground, and heard a low whistle behind me.

“Well, isn’t that a sight to see.” Roderick Strong, the same person responsible for scaring me, spoke again, causing me to roll your eyes.

“Oh, shove it Roderick.” I groaned, and stood back up with ease. Once I was back up, I reached and placed a hand on the suitcase I brought with, tilting it so that it could roll as I stepped forward. When I reached the front desk, you gave the lady working my name, and she frowned slightly.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but there seems to be a mistake here,” She shook her head before glancing over at me. “Someone rebooked your room for someone else’s.”

“What? You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.” I pleaded, because if this were just some cruel joke, it’d be better than reality.

“I wish I could. I’m terribly sorry about this.” She frowned more.

“Are there any other rooms available?” I sighed, squeezing the handle I was holding just a little tighter.

“Unfortunately, there’s no more rooms.” She spoke softly, bowing her head.

“Bria, you can stay with me.” That damn voice again.

“No, absolutely not Roderick.” I spoke, turning around to face him. “You couldn’t convince me to stay with you even if you paid me.” Shooting daggers at him, he raised his hands in surrender.

“Look, you need a place to stay, and I got a room. I’m just trying to be nice here.” He smiled, not a cocky one, just a simple smile.

“Fine,” I sighed again, shaking my head at the idea of sleeping in the same room as Roderick. “But you better be on your best damn behavior.”

A smile still laid on his face as he nodded, agreeing to my condition, and I stepped out of the way for him to check us in. When he finished speaking to the woman, she apologized to me again, and I told her that it was alright. I didn’t want this poor woman to be upset over this, because it wasn’t her fault someone else rebooked the room. Without a word, I followed Roderick towards the elevator, and we rode it to the fourth floor in silence. Once we stepped off the elevator, Roderick looked at me before speaking.

“If you want the first shower that’s fine, I can order dinner in the meantime.” I nodded at this, because a hot shower and meal sounded amazing right about now.

“Anything in particular you want to eat?” I questioned, and his face shifted as if he was going into serious thought.

“Well, since there isn’t really much open this late, how about pizza?” He asked.

“That sounds amazing.” I smile, my mouth watering at the thought of it.

He nodded, and stopped once we reached the door to the hotel room, and slid the card inside of the slot. Once the little light switched to green, Roderick turned the handle, and he opened the door for us to enter.

“Alright, I’m going to head to the bathroom,” I stated, stepping towards the bed closest to the window. “Roderick, thanks for doing this.”

“It’s no problem, seriously. I’d feel bad if I left you out in the lobby, trying to find someone to stay with when I was right there.” He spoke before tossing his suitcase on the bed.

I did the same with mine, and began to unzip it so I could grab out some pajamas to sleep in. Finding ones that felt sustainable, I shut the top of my suitcase, and turned to walk towards the bathroom. Reaching one arm in, I felt around the wall until I found the light switch, and flicked it up. A bright white light filled the room, lighting up a gorgeous bathroom, with a full body mirror that looked like it cost hundreds of dollars. Before I stepped into the bathroom, I took one last glance at Roderick, and spotted him digging through his suitcase. With that, I took a few steps forward and shut the door. Placing my clothes on the countertop, I reached for the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over the top of my head, and unclipped my bra. From there, I removed the short’s I’d been wearing along with my underwear, and I stepped toward the shower. Quickly, I turned the water on, and stepped inside, feeling the pressure hit my back.

After I was done, I wrapped myself in one of the hotel towels, and stepped towards my clothes. Once I was finished, I stepped out of the bathroom, and made my way over to my bed. As I was going to lift the lid of my suitcase, there was a knock on the hotel door. Roderick grabbed his wallet from his nightstand before going to the door, and grabbing our dinner.

“Hope you’re hungry.” He laughed as he saw my mouth open when I spotted the pizza box in his hands.

“You know I am. Now hush and give it to me.” I spoke, dropping my things on my bed.

“Not until you answer something for me.” He tsked before raising the pizza above his head.

“Roderick I swear to god now is not the time for this.” I huffed, jumping up and reaching for the pizza. To no one’s surprise, I failed. “Fine, what do you want to know?”

“Why do you hate me?” His tone dropped, now low and filled with pain.

“I.. I can’t answer that. I’m sorry, I’ll find somewhere else to stay.” I spoke quickly, rushing across the room to grab my clothes and pack them up.

“Don’t go, please Bria. I’m sorry for asking, we can just eat and crash. Just, don’t go, please.” The way he said the words hurt, because I knew that he just wanted an answer. I nodded, but not saying anything else to him.

Roderick set the pizza box down on the dresser, and opened it up. Inside sat a large supreme pizza, and my stomach growled at the sight of it. Rushing over to the food, I grabbed a slice, not even waiting for him to do the same.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, mouth filled with pizza. “It’s so good.” This caused Roderick to laugh at me, but I didn’t even care, I just wanted more pizza.

As we ate, we discussed some of the upcoming things at work, and he also told me about his time with Cole in WWE. It was obvious by the way he spoke that he had a lot of good memories with WWE, but that he was definitely happy to start a new chapter in AEW. I listened to his stories as I continued to stuff my face, and he’d laugh at the way I was reacting to the pizza.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me. This pizza is so much better than catering food, okay?” I giggled, and took my last bite.

“What are you gonna do now that your slices are gone?” He laughed some more, and I squinted my eyes, glaring at him.

“Steal yours.” I smiled brightly. Roderick only shook his head and laughed.

“Mine are gone too.” I pouted, and stood up from my bed. Moving my suitcase down to underneath my bed, I sat back down and stretched. Using my soon bit of time alone, I decided to scroll through my social media, and head to bed.

~~~

The groaning noise that came from the bed next to me startled me awake. At first, I had no clue what it was, thinking maybe that Roderick was just shifting, but when I heard it another time, I knew something was up. The only thing I knew for certain was that it came from Roderick, as I could see his body moving around.

“Roderick, are you awake?” I questioned, but was left without an answer. “Roderick?” I tried again, but to no luck.

With a sigh, I peeled the sheet from my body, and climbed out of bed. Walking over to Roderick, I shook him slightly, before he mumbled something in his sleep.

“Roderick, you need to wake up.” I shook him again, hoping to get him to open his eyes.

“Fuck Bria,” he panted. “Right there.”

I took a step back instantly, and took a deep breath. Reaching over, I flicked on the lights, and stepped towards Roderick again. As I placed my hand on his body, getting ready to shake him, he jumped, and opened his eyes. His mouth was open in a pant, and his eyes were no longer their usual shade of brown. Instead, they were far darker, and filled with something else.

“Bria, what are you doing up?” He questioned, catching his breath.

“You were having a dream and it woke me up.” I started to turn around as I spoke.

“Wait, you actually came over to wake me up, because I was dreaming?” This caused him to sit up, and I spotted his shirtless chest. I swallowed deeply, and closed my thighs as much as possible.

“Yeah, I didn’t want you trapped in a bad dream. I’d feel shitty.” I replied, trying to step back toward my bed, but the wetness in my shorts was preventing me from moving.

“But with how you’re clenching your thighs, I’m guessing you know it wasn’t just a bad dream.” He sighed. I nodded, not even daring to look him in the eye.

In a second, Roderick peeled his sheet off, and stood, making his way over to me. He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head so I was face to face with him. His hooded eyes stared into mine, and I gulped.

“Tell me I shouldn’t kiss you right now.” He whispered, finally breaking the silence between us.

“I can’t,” I whispered back. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Will you let me, if I were to?” The question hung in the air for a second before I nodded.

With that, Roderick bent down and placed a feverish kiss on my lips. He bit my lower lip, causing me to gasp, and stuck his tongue in my mouth, causing me to moan. When he pulled away, I whimpered at the loss of contact, which only made him smirk.

“Right here, right now, tell me you hate me and I’ll stop. I’ll go back to bed, or even crash with someone else, but you have to tell me you hate me Bria.” He spoke, still holding my chin up with his finger. I was trapped, nowhere to go.

“I don’t, Roderick. There is not a fucking ounce of me that hates you.” He smirked again, like a cocky bastard.

“Good, because I really want to fuck you right now.” He spoke before frantically kissing me again. His lips were soft against mine, and I moaned at the feeling. Roderick slid his finger down from my chin to my throat, and wrapped his other fingers around it, causing me to gasp.

“You like that little lamb? You like the feeling of my hand around your throat?” He asked, squeezing my throat when he mentioned it.

“Yes, fuck yes.” I whined.

“Good girl.” He stated, before placing one last kiss to my lips. “You know, you’ve been acting like a brat to me for a few weeks now. I think you should be punished for that.” He stated, before stepping back to sit on his bed. “Crawl to me.”

I do as he says, dropping to my hands and knees, and crawling to him. His eyes stay focused on me as he watches me come to a stop in between his legs.

“Good lamb, look at how well you listen.” He praises, and I whimper. “Does my little lamb like being praised?”

“Yes.” I whisper.

“Yes, what little lamb?” He questions.

“Yes daddy.” I answer.

“Good girl, now come sit on daddy’s lap.” He commands, and I obey.

“Now tell me little lamb, are you okay with all this?” A softer tone was laced in his voice, and I knew that it was Roderick making sure he wasn’t going too far.

“Yes daddy, I’m okay with this. Please use my body for your pleasure.” I moaned as he traced from my throat down to my chest with his fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea what hearing you did to me. Get on your hands and knees, but don’t get off my lap. Daddy has to punish you for being a brat first.” He ordered. I listened, settling into the position he wanted me in. “Count for me lamb. Ten smacks per cheek.”

I counted, moaning at the pleasure in between. The way I faced gave me the perfect angle to see everything in the bathroom mirror.

“What number was that little lamb?” Roderick asked.

“20, daddy. It was 20.” I replied, a panting and whimpering mess.

“Good girl, my lamb. I saw you watching this in the mirror, is that where you want me to fuck you little lamb?” I moaned at his words, giving him the answer he needed. “Get up and strip for me lamb.”

I did as he said, starting with my shirt. Lifting it over my head, Rodericks eyes went straight to my chest. From there, I moved to my shorts, slowly lowering them down my legs.

“No panties? You’re such a naughty slut aren’t you baby?” I nodded. “Use your words lamb.”

“Yes daddy, I’m a naughty slut.” I replied.

“Go stand in front of the mirror, little lamb.” I did as he said, walking towards the bathroom and turning on the light. When my attention turned back to the mirror, I saw Roderick walking towards me, completely naked. His cock was impressive, with its length and width.

“Can daddy play with your pussy?” He questioned as he began to place kisses on my neck.

“Please play with it daddy.” I moaned, and he started to run one hand down my body, inching it closer to my core. He slowly slid his hand down farther, until finally his fingers reached my bundle of nerves, and he began to rub circles on it.

“Does that feel good, lamb?” He whispered in my ear.

“Yes.” I gasp, laying my head back on his shoulder. I moan, as he slides two of his fingers down, and slide them inside my entrance.

“How about that?” Another question.

“Feels so good daddy.” I pant.

Roderick fingers me at a painfully slow pace, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy with ease. When he removed his fingers, I whimpered from the lack of contact, causing him to chuckle.

“Don’t worry little lamb, my cock is going there next.” He says, before sliding his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them of my wetness. I could come from that sight alone.

From there, Roderick grabs ahold of his cock, and teases my folds with it. Then he bends me down by pushing me closer to the sink, and slides his cock into my tight hole.

“Fuck, little lamb, you take my cock so well. Watch yourself lamb, watch how you look while daddy fucks your little pussy.” He groans, and begins to thrust, not giving me time to adjust to his size.

I moan, as he begins to thrust harder. My body begins to rock from how fast and hard he’s fucking me, but the pleasure feels to good. The way he slides out to only his tip in me, and slams back in makes me scream.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, scream my name.” Roderick pants, his thrust rough.

“Fuck, daddy, you feel so good in me. Please don’t stop daddy.” I moan, my hands gripping the counter so hard that my fingers were turning white.

“You’re clenching around me lamb, do you want to come?” He groans in between his words.

“Yes, please daddy. I need to come.” I cry out as he begins to fuck me faster. His cock slides in and out of me with ease, and he’s holding onto my hips as he fucks me.

“Come for me baby, make a mess all over my cock.” He says, and I cry out as my body lets go. My pussy clenches on his cock, and I can hear him groan behind me. I know he’s close when his thrusts start to become sloppier.

“Daddy, please come in my pussy. Fill me with your cum please.” I beg, looking at him in the mirror. The whole scene in front of us is entirely erotic, him fucking me from behind while I watch him.

“Fuck, yes I’m coming lamb.” He roars out, and I can feel his hot ropes of seed filling me. He thrusts slowly now, working down from his climax, and when he’s caught his breath, he pulls out. Reaching to the drawer to my right, Roderick pulls out a washcloth, and is about to turn on the sink when I stop him.

“I like the idea of your cum dripping out of me.” I say, still panting.

“Fuck, you are so hot lamb.” He sighs, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smile at his words.

“Roderick?” I ask, as I brace myself to stand.

“Yeah, Bria?” He questions, stepping back to give me space.

“I didn’t want you to think I hate you. The truth is, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I thought you didn’t want me.” I bow my head.

“Look at me little lamb.” I listen, lifting my head to meet his gaze. “I’ve wanted you since I walked into the door for the first time at AEW.” He smiled. “Come sleep with me, and we can talk about what we are in the morning.”

“Actually, I know what I want to be, if you know what you want to be.” I smile, stepping towards him, so I can place my hands on his chest.

“I want to be your boyfriend, Bria. Not just a hookup.” He sighs when I place a kiss on his chest.

“I don’t want you to just be a hookup. I want to be your girlfriend, if you’ll let me Roderick.” He nods, and kisses me.

“Come on, let's go to sleep.” He whispers.

For someone I wasn’t even friends with yesterday, I’m glad that Roderick took me in for a night.

#~my story :) ~#aew imagine #roderick strong #roderick strong smut #roderick strong imagine #roderick strong x reader

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allelitedweaming · 8 months

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This is a little Roderick Strong treat that I wrote for myself as a reward for my current WIP that features him as a character that no one ever kisses. #neckhealthawareness

Roderick Strong/Female Reader

absolute smut & filth, 18+, bdsm, oral (female receiving)

Roddy always pushed you to go just a little further than you thought you could. When you started dating, he encouraged you to go back to school and finish your degree. He helped you study every week, even when he was traveling. You started training with him as a way to spend time together and his enthusiasm was so infectious, he always got you to try something you'd never done before. You always felt happier, healthier, almost glowing when you were leaving the gym. He was the most effusive when he could see how hard you were working. Pride was the easiest thing for him to communicate, more than vulnerability or affection, which came harder to him. Expressing them was like passing a kidney stone: it was sometimes necessary, but it could be very painful, and he was glad when it was over.

You were grateful for the dynamic, though. He made you feel like you became a little bit of a better person every time he challenged you to do more. You saw all the things he had accomplished for himself, how far he'd come in life personally and professionally, and it made you believe more was possible.

But it wasn't always that wholesome.

He pushed you in other ways, too.

You were tied to the bed frame. It was 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon. Roderick had a flight at 6:00 that night. He'd be gone for four days before you'd see him again and he was determined to leave you with some things to remember him by for that time. He was still wearing his track suit pants and a faded Undisputed Era t-shirt. You were completely naked. You weren't sure how long ago you had started, but you were already sweating, shivering slightly every time you felt the cool air of the room pass over the moisture on your skin. He'd started with a small vibrator, laying on his side pressed against you while he used it on you, nuzzling your neck and whispering filth in your ear. Every time you arched your back off the mattress, he would remove the toy and slap your mound gently, keeping his hand flat and holding pressure there. Then he grabbed your face with his other hand, holding your eye contact as he asked "Are you going to behave if I continue?"

Breathing labored, you nodded. You wanted to beg, but you knew it wouldn't get you anywhere. Right now, you were his plaything. He had focused all of his energy on making you come and marking you as his. He wasn't taking requests.

After you climaxed the first time from the vibrator, he quickly tossed the toy to the side while you were still convulsing and immediately slid on his stomach to lay with his face between your legs. Before you had finished your first orgasm, he was already on you with lips, tongue, and (gentle) teeth. He held your hips down with both hands, his arms looped under your legs on either side while he worked. You cursed aloud, you could barely see through the fireworks going off behind your eyes as you felt him getting you closer and closer. Then you were coming again.

He eased you through it and as you lay panting, trying to regain your senses, he bit down hard on your left hip, kissed where he had left his teeth marks, then slapped your inner thigh. "You're being such a good girl for me today," he told you, rubbing the sensitive skin that he'd just stung with the same hand. He moved to lay next to you again, draping one arm across your stomach, supporting his head with his other arm. He kissed your cheek and smiled. Eye to eye again, you could see his kiss curl was stuck to his forehead. You loved his hair, his beard. He looked so handsome. There was still a heat lying coiled in your core like a snake waiting to pounce. He leaned in and kissed your lips this time, slowly, gently. No taking, all give. You collapsed in on yourself emotionally as you felt his mouth open into yours. Goosebumps crawled up your arms, which were starting to tremble from being secured above your head.

Roderick noticed you shivering and kissed your bicep. "You okay to keep going baby? I had a lot more planned if you can handle it."

Without hesitating, you nodded. You could feel the fatigue in some of your muscles just starting to set in, but you wanted to push through to the other side and find what other sensations waited for you there. Looking into Roderick's eyes always made you feel that way, like an explorer on the verge of some new discovery. You wanted him to be your guide. "Please," you said softly. "Don't stop."

He grinned at you, laying his hand on your cheek and giving you another quick kiss. "That's my girl," he said as he stood up and moved to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and pulled out the small flogger with white leather fronds he'd bought you for Valentine's Day the previous year. He walked back to the bed and held the flogger above you, trailing the tips of the strips of leather from your toes up your shin, over your knee, your thigh, your stomach, and between your breasts. "Are you ready?" You nodded. "Can you count for me, baby?"

"Yes, sir." You'd never say it but you loved catching his expression shift for just a second whenever you called him sir. He couldn't help himself, you knew it turned him on. He moved the flogger back to your thighs and let the fronds pool there to show where he was about to use it. In one swift movement, he pulled his arm back and whipped you. "One," you counted aloud. "Two. Three. Four. Five." You couldn't help but hesitate before counting the sixth, a mark was already starting to form on your thigh and you could feel the sting deepening. You were trying to collect yourself, but before you could get the digit out, Roderick whipped you again.

"Why did you stop counting?"

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I didn't ask for an apology, I asked you why."

"The whip-"

Before you could finish your thought, he whipped you again. "Eight."

"Eight," you repeated.

"I'm going to start again," he told you, running the leather strips through his fingers as he stared down at you. You could see he was half hard by the lump forming behind the slick black fabric of his pants. "And I'm not going to stop until we get to ten without stopping. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

He whipped your other leg, a bit gentler. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." You bit your lip at the flutter of his eyelids.

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five." He paused a bit longer here. You could tell the spot on your leg would be purple by the time you went to bed that night. Just as you were starting to picture the bruise, he struck again. You pulled your knees together, straining against the rope around your ankles. "Six. Seven. Eight."

He leaned down and kissed the knee of the leg he was abusing. "You're being so good for me, baby. Just a couple more."

You relaxed your legs. Another exaggerated pause, and then, "Nine." You whimpered. He trailed the ends of the fronds over your mound and whipped you a final time. "Ten."

He put down the flogger on the bedside table and moved to the foot of the bed. Moving deftly, he untied both your ankles and moved to sit on his haunches between your legs. Your ankles were burning slightly from the pressure of the knots being released, but the sensation barely registered compared to the searing heat on your thigh. Roderick ran his palms along that leg, massaging your calf tenderly and holding it as he leaned down and kissed the mark he had created. "What a good little slut you're being today."

You sighed at the words, they landed on your mind as sharp and pleasureful as the feeling of a whip on your skin. "Thank you, sir."

"Tell me," Roderick said, putting your leg down. He was still kneeling between your legs, which were bent with your feet lying flat on the covers atop the mattress. "Who does this belong to?" He pressed his palm against your heat. Even without crossing the folds, you could both feel how wet you were.

You whimpered. "You, Daddy."

"It's mine?"

You nodded. "All yours." Your arms were trembling again.

He moved both his hands to lean over you, supporting his weight with one arm and sticking three fingers in your mouth with the other. "And whose mouth is this?"

With your mouthful, you garbled, "It's yours."

He moved his fingers in deeper, choking you for a second before he pulled them back out. Still holding your gaze, he moved his wet hand between you and slid his fingers along your slit, caressing your inner folds until the pad of his pointer finger found your clit. He circled it once, twice, three times, studying your expression as he moved. Your face was flush, your eyes rolling and lids fluttering. "Is this my clit?" He whispered, lips almost touching yours.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Tell me it's mine," he ordered, slipping his first two fingers inside you. "Look at me and tell me."

You had to strain to keep your eyes open as he started to fuck you with his fingers. "All my holes belong to you. It's yours. Fuck!" You couldn't help but cry out as he added a third finger and quickened his pace.

"That's right. Good girl," he was practically growling. It didn't take long for you to come a third time, this one with his fingers still inside you. He relaxed and let his weight rest on top of you as he pressed his face into your neck and bit down, sucking just hard enough to leave a medium hickey. "You made a mess of me," he said, lifting his head to glance down at both your bodies. "I'm going to have to change before I go to the airport."

"I'm sorry, sir," you whispered. You were shaking like a leaf now.

Roderick stood up and took off his pants. You could tell he was fully erect as he stood over you in just his white briefs and t-shirt. "I'm going to untie you now," he said as he peeled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor in a pile. "But we're not done. Do you promise to be good?"

You licked your lips and nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl." Still standing, he untied both your wrists. You let your arms fall onto the pillow but you didn't move them. Without another word, Roderick put an arm around your middle and flipped you like a pancake so you were laying on your stomach. You let out an involuntary short shriek, but stayed still. "Can you get on all fours for me, baby?"

You weren't sure your arms would hold you, but you followed his instructions. It took effort, but you were able to hold yourself up.

"Good girl." You heard him step out of his underwear before he got on the bed on his knees behind you. He spit in his palm and worked it over his shaft before pressing his tip against you and sliding it up and down your slit. "Are you ready? I promise I'm not going to go easy."

"Yes, sir."

Suddenly, he spanked your ass with his hand. Hard. The sound filled the room. You couldn't help but yelp. "Again."

"Yes, sir," you said again, louder this time, and having to try considerably harder not to moan and beg for him to fuck you.

He entered you to the hilt and held still for a moment to spank you again, harder than the first, in the same spot. "Good girl." He started fucking you, not taking his time. You could tell that he'd been having to work hard to restrain himself this whole time, his pace was frenzied, desperate, intense.

You weren't sure how much more you could take. Your vision was starting to blur. "Roddy, fuck, please," you cried out, your arms collapsing underneath you. He fell against your back, pressing your head down into the pillow as he kept fucking you.

"Come for me," he growled against your ear, "I want you to come."

The heat returned, blazing through your whole body at his words. Your toes curled and you came around his cock. He kept fucking you, moaning at the sensation of you tensing up on him, then you felt him start to shake and he finished inside you with one final push. You both fell flat on the bed, his body weight fully pressing you down into the mattress. He planted kisses all over your shoulders and the back of your neck, both of you panting hard. You could feel the sweat from both of your bodies mingling.

"You're incredible," he said, stroking the back of your head softly before kissing you where his hand had just been and then standing up. "I don't know how you do it."

You flipped over on the bed to look up at him. He was still naked, sweating, red, and grinning. "I could say the same to you," you smiled at him.

"I wish I didn't have to leave," he said sheepishly. "I want to fuck you silly right now."

You laughed and sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. "Let's take a shower and get you cleaned up, then I'll drive you to the airport."

#aew fanfiction #aew imagines #aew x reader #roderick strong x reader

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jordanswwe · 2 years

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Unsavory Dealings (part 2)

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif i’m not too good at these, but you should make a part 2 since you’re the og 👽

i’m not too sure on the word count so i apologize in advanced! also this was inspired by someone else’s story and they never made a part 2 so i decided i would make an inspired part 2 because in my opinion this story left on a cliffhanger ahahaha.

“shhh,” dexter soothes. “you see how he’s not texting anymore? that means he’s on his way over. he wants to rescue you.”

his grip coils tighter around you, like a snake on its prey.

“don’t cry. we’re going to see what roderick is willing to do to for you. everything will be alright.”

as you continue to cry hoping for help you hear a knock at the door. “come in” dexter laughs. as the door opens it’s known other than roderick strong.

“please, let her go” he says with concern all over his face. you could tell by the way he said it that y/n meant the absolute world to him.

“first look at the files” dexter says laughing. roderick was shocked when he saw all of the videos dexter had of them together. the one in her room and the one by the janitorial closet. he was utterly shocked.

“please just let her go. i love her.” roderick says on the verge of tears. y/n looks at him shocked because she didn’t know that he had felt the same way she did.

“i love you too roderick” she says smiling. “okay mr strong. if you love her so much then i am going to send these files to marina.” dexter said laughing.

“do it” roderick insisted. “me and marina were a lost cause anyways, so go ahead and do it.” y/n means so much to. i’m not gonna let her suffer over a decision i made. the decision that made me start to catch feelings for her.” he said stern.

dexter threw y/n at roderick and then took a photo of them and then drop boxed it to marina along with the other photos and videos he had taken of them together.

“this isn’t over” dexter said laughing as he left closing the door behind him. as soon as the door closed shut roderick couldn’t help but examine y/n to make sure she was okay.

“i am so sorry y/n. this is my fault, i should’ve told marina about us and this would’ve never happened.” roderick says with a sorrow voice.

“this isn’t your fault love. he would’ve done this either way. you can’t blame yourself for his actions.” she said trailing off to sit on the couch. then began back up. “hey did you mean what you said?”

she said with a questioned voice. “about loving me” she said with a softer voice as she looked down.

roderick took his finger and placed it on her chin lifting it up so he could see her in her eyes. “i meant every word baby.”

caught up in the heat of the moment y/n took her hand and placed it behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. things started to escalated pretty quickly.

as roderick placed y/n on his lap. y/n began to straddle him. small moans left their bodies. they were deeply in love. y/n took off roderick’s shirt and placed her hand on his firm chest and said “i love you so much thank you for saving me today. it means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

roderick began up “i love you—“ then got caught off guard by y/n as she placed her lips on his passionately.

THE NEXT DAY

roderick had decided to crash at y/n place so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe from dexter. as roderick looked at his phone he saw all of the texts from the undisputed boys. as he scrolled through his notifications he then saw the one from marina.

sure roderick felt somewhat bad for what he did to her, but marina was never considerate about roderick’s feelings and always pushed roderick away when he tried to help her. it got to the point where the undisputed boys didn’t like marina.

roderick called marina and told them it was over. he then called the undisputed boys and told them to go to the house and take all of his belongings and move it into their apartment they had for their team. so they did.

roderick then went to meet up with the boys to explain to them what had happened. “you what?“ bobby said shockingly. “at least you aren’t with marina anymore.” kyle spits out.

“yeah” adam says confidently. “she was a negative influence on you and i could tell whatever you guys had when you first got together wasn’t there anymore.”

bobby than spoke up, “plus i could tell you’ve always had something for y/n. the way you look at her- friends wouldn’t look at each other in that way.” adam started up “y/n seems like she really cares for you and as long as she is treating you right then we won’t have an issue with her.”

roderick smiled and said “thank you guys so much for understanding this situation. y/n means so much to me and the other day when dexter had her as bait. my heart dropped. i really thought i was going to loose her.”

roderick then begins to grow a tear in his right eye and then wipes it away quickly. “well she can move into our group apartment so she’ll be safe” kyle suggets. so that’s exactly what she did.

AT THE ARENA

y/n is working out backstage and doing her upper body routine so she can prepare for her match tonight when out of no where dexter pulls her into an abandoned hallway. “let me go” y/n pleaded.

dexter shoved her into a room and closes the door and locks it. “nobody will be able to hear your screams from here sweetheart.” he laughs. “you’re all mine now.” he says in a creepy way. y/n had never felt so vulnerable in her life.

dexter than takes off his shirt and gets on top you. “roderick won’t be able to save you this time” he says laughing creepily this time.

BACKSTAGE

“has anyone seen y/n” roderick asked. y/n and him were set to have a mixed tag match against nikki cross and killian dain.

y/n had promised to meet him backstage so they could start their team building exercise. roderick texts the boys to meet up at his location so they could talk about where they think she would’ve gone.

as soon as the boys met up they automatically assumed the worst. “what if he has her” roderick says in distress. “then we’ll find her. we won’t let him hurt her.” bobby says.

all of the boys scattered and began their quest looking for y/n.

THE ABANDONED ROOM

y/n got to her feet “please dexter. let me go.” she says sobbing. “shut up” dexter says as he slaps her making her fall back to the ground.

dexter then finds a chair and leans it against the wall and placed y/n on it and he tied her hands behind her back and tied her feet together so she couldn’t escape. dexter then hovers over y/n and puts his mouth to her ear.

“if you make one sound. then this will go over your mouth” he said gesturing at the tape her hand in his hand. he then laughs creepily in her ear and then kisses it. he then backs up to take photos of y/n then drop boxed it to the undisputed era.

“they won’t find you this time.” he says laughing. y/n doesn’t know what came over her but she yelled “help! help!” in a frightening voice. after she did that, dexter sprints to her and tapes her mouth harshly and roughly.

he then hovers over her again and said “what’d i tell you.” then licked the side of her face. “YOUR MINE” he yells. not knowing the undisputed era boys were close by.

they all went to the door and managed to get the locked door open. as soon as the door opened and roderick saw dexter hovered over y/n it’s like a flip switched inside of him. he started attacking dexter and pounding him to the floor like a lunatic. y/n found it hot that he would go to those measures to rescue her.

the other boys began to help roderick fight dexter and as soon as that was over roderick ran over to y/n.

“oh my- baby are you okay? y/n are you okay my love” roderick repeated a few times. roderick untied and untaped her. y/n began to cry into her boyfriends arms.

“y/n i’m so sorry. i promise i will never let anything like this happen to you ever again.” roderick picks up y/n bridal style and walks over to the door with his boys.

as soon as they get back to the apartment roderick placed y/n on their bed and began to comfort her more.

“i’m okay now roderick” she says trying to hold back a few tears. “i’m so dumb. i should’ve known he was going to come for you again. he knows your my weakness. he knows i’m in love with you” he said. he then realizes the confession he just made.

they’ve told each other that they have loved each other but they never said the words “i’m in love with you” out loud. caught off guard y/n begins kiss roderick like nobody’s watching and this time nobody was. they never heard from dexter again.

a few days later y/n and roderick went sight seeing and out of no where roderick proposed to her. never before in her life has she seen something so beautiful.

“y/n. we’ve been through so much together and you’ve been by my side each step of the way. whether you were my bestfriend, my secret lover, my girlfriend, and even through the whole dexter situation you never left. i’m so in love with you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. nobody has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. when i’m around you all i feel is happiness and you’re all i can think about. your touch confronts me. your voice soothes me. i couldn’t imagine my life without you he said. will you marry me. you’re my everything.” he said.

“omg yes” she squealed as roderick placed the ring on her finger. roderick got up from his knee and kissed y/n. as soon as the undisputed boys found out they threw a party for their bestfriends.

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thank you so much for the people who read my version of a part 2 of this fanfic. i’m not really good at these but i REALLY hope you guys enjoyed it!!🦋

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sydsaint · 1 year

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Don't mind me. Just thinking about.....stuff. 👀👀👀👀👀👀🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵😍😍😍😍

Summary: The reader finds herself being pursued by an aggressive Trick and Carmelo. But thankfully for her. Julius Creed drinks his respect women juice.

It's a crisp Tuesday night in Florida where NXT is taping its latest episode. You're sat backstage waiting for your match against Indi Hartwell, looking at your phone while you wait.

"Y/N, damn girl, I am loving the new ring gear." Carmelo Hayes interrupts your peaceful scrolling with Trick at his side.

"Melo." You glance up from your phone screen, a dry expression plastered on your face. "Don't you have anything better to do than hit on me?" You ask him with a raised brow.

Carmelo chuckles at your dry response. He's always loved that you never hesitate to speak your mind. "Nope. I am all yours tonight, gorgeous." He grins at you. "So why don't you go ahead and swing by the locker room later, huh? I promise that the Trick and Melo experience is unforgettable, baby."

You roll your eyes and set your phone aside so the playboy and his buddy have your full attention. But before you can chew Melo out and tell him to hit the road, Julius and Brutus Creed come around the corner.

"Hey! Get lost, idiots." Julius shouts at Melo as he stomps over to your side.

"Yeah!" Brutus adds from his brother's side. "Leave Y/N, alone!" He barks at Trick.

Carmelo laughs as Julius walks up to him and gets in his face. "What's it to you losers who shorty is hanging with?" He stares Julius down. "Last time I checked you ain't her damn boyfriend, Creed."

"It doesn't matter," Julius replies firmly. "Girlfriend or no girlfriend, you should still show the lady some respect when you talk to her." He snaps at Carmelo.

Melo chuckles again and pushes his way past Julius. "Whatever man." He scoffs. "Y/N, I'll be seeing you around, baby." He glances back at you with a wink before he and Trick walk off.

Julius turns and watches Carmelo and Trick saunter away before he turns back to you with a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, sorry about that, Y/N." He scratches the back of his neck. "I can't believe that you let him talk to you like that." He shakes his head.

"Well, I was going to chew him out." You giggle. "But you kind of beat me to it." You remind him. "Thank you, by the way. That was sweet of you."

"Aw, it was nothing," Julius replies sheepishly. "You might not be in Diamond Mine anymore, but you're still cool with us."

You nod with a small smile, a pang of guilt hitting you at the mention of your brother's impromptu faction.

"Yeah, how is Roddy, by the way?" You ask Julius curiously.

"He's alright." Julius shrugs. "You know how he is."

You nod again, the awkwardness in the room starting to grow by the second. "Well, I better get out to the ring." You cough. "Thanks again, Julius. And you too, Brutus. Take care, guys." You offer the brothers a small wave before you retreat to the ring.

When Roderick first told you that he was building his own faction after Undisputed Era's breakup, you resented him for it. How could your brother just move on from Undisputed Era like that? With seemingly no remorse or regret?

You eventually did forgive Roderick for moving on so quickly. He is your brother after all. But you declined when he asked you to join Diamond Mine. You still work out and see them once in a while. But you're on your own when it comes to working.

You get your match against Indi over pretty quickly and head backstage again. You head up the ramp and reach for the curtain when Carmelo steps out from behind it. Trick steps out behind him and both of them grin at you with sinister smiles.

"Y/N, funny running into you again, baby." Carmelo chuckles and herds you back down the ramp.

"Really, Carmelo?" You scoff as you walk backward. "I knew that you and Trick trolled for hot chicks all the time. But this is ridiculous."

Carmelo chuckles and herds you back down to the ring. "What can I say?" He shrugs. "The A champion always gets what he wants."

You get herded into the ring and start weighing your options for escape. Outsmarting and getting away from one of them would be a breeze. But there are two of them, so things are a bit more complicated.

You weigh whether or not you could make it past Trick and get to the commentary table before one of them grabbed you. You know that Vic and Wade will be nice enough to shield you. Or at least Vic would be kind enough to buy you some time.

Just when all seems lost, you spot movement at the top of the ramp. "Oh, thank god." You sigh in relief when Julius and Brutus come sprinting down the ramp with Roderick.

Roderick and Brutus take care of Trick and Carmelo while Julius gets you out of the ring and back up the ramp. He ushers you backstage before he finally lets your arm go.

"Whew, that was a close one." You joke to hide your initial fear.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Julius asks you. "Man, those two just don't know when to quit do they?" He shakes his head.

You nod in agreement as Roderick and Brutus come through the curtain. "Y/N, you okay? How come you didn't tell me that Melo and Trick were bothering you? I had to hear about it from Julius." He asks you.

"You told my brother?" You turn to Julius.

"Yeah...I'm sorry, Y/N." Julius nods sheepishly. "But after earlier tonight, I was worried about you." He admits. "I know how sneaky Trick and Carmelo can be."

You let out a small sigh and shake your head. "No, it's okay." You assure him. "Thank you for being worried about me, Julius."

You step forward and hug Julius as tight as you can. He smiles at himself and hugs you back. "So does this mean that you'll join Diamond Mine finally?" He asks you. "Just so I can make sure Trick and Melo leave you alone for good?" He asks you.

"Yeah, I'd like that." You giggle. "I guess you can count me in after Afterall, Roddy." You flash your brother a smile.

"Mhm, whatever gets Julius to stop fawning over you." Roderick replies, "Good to have you back, sis."

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luvksj · 2 years

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Yandere!Undisputed Era: Bittersweet Reunion

author’s note: this is part two so please read part one. anyway, i’m sorry for taking a really long time to upload this part. i didn’t have any creative juices flowing so i struggled writing something but here in NZ, nearly 1AM, i decided to write whatever i thought of and came up with this!

i allowed my fingers to type away and it transformed into this which... ngl, i’m pretty proud of and i have to thank you all for being so patient with me and my creative blocks, the sappy quotes i read on pinterest and the music i listened to while writing this.

anyways, please enjoy and hope you’re all keeping safe! this is part two, please read part one before reading this~!

pov: you escaped despite using drastic measures but… that doesn’t mean it’ll last forever.

warning: this story contains strong use of violence and cursing. if you feel uncomfortable with themes of stalkers/stalking, violence, obsession, yandere aus, manipulation, torture etc or mentions of blood, killing, death, torture, kidnapping, suicide or anything similar please DO NOT read this story!

this story does NOT depict the true personas/characteristics of Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. this story is 100% a work of fiction and any similarities discovered is a PURE COINCIDENCE. this story is meant for entertainment purposes only. if you feel unsure about anything written in this story, please PM me.

Previously...

The locker room was clear… maybe you were really hallucinating. You sighed, relieved but that feeling diminished when a taunting voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello Y/N, sweetheart.”

Now Continuing...

Your body froze. It couldn’t be... that’s impossible, right?! RIGHT?!?

Doing a slow pivot, you were face-to-face with “your fans”. But, you knew it was them under all that merch - you’d recognized those devious grins anywhere. Those cheshire cat grins, brainstorming all the torture they’d inflict on you for 10 years worth of lies. Eyes raking in the body they all desperately missed.

“Hello Y/N, long time no see huh?” Kyle says, approaching me. You refused to let them intimidate you and repressed the tears, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before glaring back with cold eyes.

You spent your whole life afraid of them, allowing them to use their power to torment you. Well, not anymore.

Kyle caressed your cheek, savoring the feeling he missed. You clenched your fist, fighting back a reaction. No! You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction. Your reaction did surprise them but it only amused them even more - they were going to break you. Like they usually did.

His hand trailed down your face to your chest, admiring how your top hugged your breast - keeping them secure while also emphasizing them. Knowing how special Wrestlemania was, you got this outfit custom-made and it was different from what you’ve ever worn.

“Ten years...” Kyle muses. “Ten years of us believing you died. Ten years of us mourning over you. Ten years, Y/N. Ten fucking years.” he says, holding back his anger as tears glossed his eyes.

Awww, did they suffer? How terrible.

You couldn’t help but relish in their pain. Watching them talk about how much they suffered during these ten years - that’s right you fuckers, it doesn’t feel nice. “But...” Roderick says and without knowing, your breath hitched. The question which you’ve desperately craved an answer for was finally going to be answered.

How did they find out?

A million possibilities raced through your mind. Did someone snitch? Did they see you on TV by a pure coincidence? Did they force it out of someone? Did they see a post of you on social media? A media article? A billboard advertising a WWE PPV? The UUDD Youtube channel? WHAT?!?

Roderick walks closer, his grin growing wider with every step. “But... imagine our surprise when we saw you in Los Angeles. Out in public.” you freeze, stunned by his words. They ran into you by accident in public and you didn’t even see them?

“Of course, we thought we were hallucinating but Bobby pointed out a distinct detail that immediately identified to us that it was you.” Roderick grabs your wrist and points to the tattoo you got honoring your friendship with them back before you found out about their ‘yandere’ side.

You immediately curse your past self. It takes everything to not give them a reaction - gritting your teeth and clenching your fist so hard they turn white. They could tell that you were trying so hard to not break and it amused them. You were always a stubborn one - a little firecracker, which they enjoyed.

“That’s when we decided to do some investigating... to confirm this theory. So... we ‘interviewed’ some people and gathered data.” Bobby reveals a file, brimming with the so-called data. Inside it contained everything from ten years ago... some data going back even further.

The data gathered showed your well-thought-out plan. Every detail was covered. Every possible situation had back-up plans of back-up plans. It amused them how much work you put into this. You were always a smart one, thinking before doing something. That mixed with your firecracker personality made you interesting... different from others.

“And that’s how we found out. How we found out you lied to us. Used our biggest fear against us.” he states, gripping the file so hard it was scrunching in his hand. You could only imagine how they felt during that discovery. The anger, hurt, sadness and probable joy they felt.

You couldn’t believe it. They were playing the victim as if they never did these things to you. Like they didn’t create scars you’d never heal from. The reason you couldn’t trust men anymore or be left alone. The reason you’re still experiencing trauma despite receiving help. The sole reason your life was complete hell for over ten years.

Adam shakes his head, “So... with some help, we found out your schedule and made plans accordingly. Of course, you were smart enough to have us banned from all WWE events so we had to be careful.” he says, gesturing to the disguises they donned.

He steps forward, gripping your face and harshly squishing your cheeks. “We found you. All this work you put into avoiding us may have worked temporarily but in the end, you were the one who screwed yourself over.” he grins mockingly.

“You have no one to blame but yourself, sweetheart.” he declares.

You wanted to cry because no matter how much you wanted to deny it... he was right. If you never got that tattoo, you would have never been caught. If you never went out because you were bored and stayed inside your hotel room, playing video games on your Switch, they would have never spotted you.

And you would still be a free woman. And your match at Wrestlemania would have gone much better.

Using your strength, you pushed them back. “You act like you’re the victims. Like you haven’t been the sole reason I hated my life. Like you weren’t the ones who created scars I will never heal from - no matter how much therapy I receive. The trauma I’ll never recover from, the nightmares I have and the reason I have severe trust issues.” you exploded.

Over ten years of pent-up anger finally being released. “You are the reason I lost my self-confidence. The affirmation I am pretty and worthy - destroyed and irreparable. I lost everything because of you and your greedy desires. You will forever haunt my life and the worst thing is.... there’s nothing I can do about it. So yeah! Watching you suffer like I did feels fan-fucking-tastic! Hearing you be in pain is music to my damn ears! The tears that roll down your faces as you think about the pain gives me satisfaction. I’m happy I’m the cause of your pain because now you know what it feels like to feel so low... you don’t even want to be alive. So, I hope you enjoy it cause it ain’t ending anytime soon!”

The words fall from your mouth. You don’t even register half the things you’ve spewed out. It’s only till Roderick throws you against the wall, eyes full of rage and their grip on you dangerously tight - do you come back to reality. They look ready to torture so bad... you might just die for real.

“Looks like someone needs to be taught who’s boss, isn’t that right boys?” Kyle says, earning hums from the others. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the tears ready to betray me. Mustering up all my energy and strength, I knee Roderick hard in his area and he lets go, nursing his pain.

I wasn’t going to be their toy anymore. For too long have I let them use their power and strength to intimidate me... not today, not ever. I will fight my way out of this - even if it kills me. I will go down kicking and screaming.

“I already know who’s boss,” I say, panting and trying to recapture my breath. They look stunned by my act of defiance - usually, I’d surrender right then and there... but I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago. Despite the pain, I’ve become stronger and feistier.

This firecracker’s now a firework, ready to go off.

Picking up a nearby makeshift weapon (your belt), you grip it tightly and get into a fighting stance - ready to defend yourself. “And it’s me. I’m the boss of myself. Not you. I control my life, not you. You will no longer be someone who thinks they can control me. Not anymore. This is my life and I will fight for it - even if I die. I will no longer be intimidated by you. I will no longer allow you to dictate my life. You are no more than someone who deserves to rot in hell. And trust me when I say, I might even take you there myself so bring it on.” you declare, eyes full of determination.

This reaction makes them laugh, unable to fathom this new sense of bravery. But once you whiplashed Kyle using your belt, hitting him multiple times until he was bleeding, did they realize how serious you were. Blocking an incoming attack from Bobby, you kick his abdomen and punch his face, sending him stumbling into some trash bins.

Roderick landed a hit on your stomach making you stumble. You stunned him by slapping his face using your belt buckle which left a cut and pushed him into the corner with Bobby - continuously whiplashing them both until their faces were covered in cuts.

Adam tried a sneak attack but you dodged it. Standing on the bench, you launch yourself at him and perfectly execute a Panama Sunrise, leaving him withering on the floor. Using your belt, you locked Kyle in a chokehold - choking him with your belt.

Bobby tried attacking from behind but missed and instead hit Adam. You took this opportunity to sweep him from under and wrapped the belt around his jaw - locking him in a chokehold with Kyle. Once they had passed out, you set your sights on Roderick who was recovering and you grab him, suplexing him onto Adam.

Sure, they had landed some hits on you but you dominated this battle. Panting, you survey the damage and grin, wiping the blood coming from your lip before gathering your belongings.

“And that... undisputed,” you whispered to their unconscious selves before leaving - calling security to escort these intruders out. You know that they’d be back for revenge and you were ready for them.

The bruises which marked your hands didn’t make you whimper but made you happy - knowing you stood up for yourself and came out as the victor. Revving the car engine, you peel away and drive back to the hotel with newfound strength and pride.

You weren’t going to be their bitch anymore. You weren’t going to let them control you anymore. You were going to fight for your rights and fight for your freedom.

You were doing this for everyone that helped you but most importantly, you were doing this for your past self that never thought she’d get out of that nightmare. Believing she’d be trapped in the clutches of actual demons forever.

With a teary smile, you realized that during these years apart that you’ve grown into someone you can finally be proud of. Someone who you could only dream about becoming all those years ago - someone that they’d laugh at, taunting and mocking you - firmly believing you’d never become that.

Well, guess what, revenge is sweet. It’s pretty darn sweet.

“her revenge wasn’t loud, petty or nasty. her revenge was silent because growth cannot be heard so keep watering yourself, you’re growing.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 1 month

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●Kyle O'Reilly x Reader●

Summary: You pay him a visit after his first match back while he is cutting a promo.

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing in the back watching Kyle make his debut back into the ring after 2 years, I smile slightly seeing how happy he looks to be back. I have not talked to him since he returned at Revolution. I haven't talked to him since he left to get neck fusion surgery. He broke up with me before he left because he didn't want me to worry about him. Little does he know, I worried about him every single day for the last two years. I feel a tap on my shoulder which brings me back to earth and I shake my head looking over at Roderick Strong next to me.

"Hey Roddy. What's up?"

"Y/N. We are going to go out after the show tonight. Would you like to go with us?"

I look at the TV than back at Roddy with a semi sad face. He puts his hand on my shoulder looking at me.

"I understand. Not this time. Maybe you should talk to him after his match. I know he does miss you. Just think about it."

I shake my head and he pulls me into a hug. He pulls back, pats my shoulder than walks away. I feel a few tears start falling down my cheeks as I look back up at the TV seeing Kyle get the win. I sigh thinking about what Roddy said.

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Standing behind a wall, I look around it seeing Kyle sitting on the floor talking to the camera about how he is reminded about why he fell in love with wrestling.

"I'm a really lucky guy.... that I get to do this again."

I walk around the corner and walk over to him as he sighs and looks down. I put my hand out as he looks up at me with wide eyes. He grabs my hand and stands up coming face to face with me.

"Y/N. You look gorgeous. Just like the first time I saw you. I missed you."

He puts his hands on both sides of my face and I look at him with a sad face.

"Did you really? Because I have missed you and have been worried about you for the last two years."

"I'm so sorry I broke us off. I know it was the stupidest thing I have ever done. I regret it more than you will ever know. All I could think about was you when I was recovering. I love you! You are the love of my life Y/N!"

He pulls my face into his and kisses me hard. I kiss him back and put my arms around his neck. He runs his hands down my ass than grabs my thighs lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pulls back from the kiss and looks me in my eyes. I place my forehead against his and stare into his eyes realizing how much this man means to me and how much I am never letting him go again......

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why-what-no · 2 years

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I Promise

Pairing: Morpheus x Wife!Goddess!Reader

Warnings: Arguments

Summary: Morpheus gets angry at his wife during an argument and needs to apologize.

Requested by: @absbdbshhs (I combined both your requests into one)

Morpheus knew he had been on the wrong, knew he had made a terrible mistake. But his ego had always been one of his driving forces, almost as strong as his love for his wife. And occasionally, stronger.

(Y/N) had just been worrying about him, cautious from the memory of his capture by Roderick Burgess. As the goddess of love, her lover was a priority of hers. And the idea that he would be captured again terrified her. His reaction to her worry, however, had been defensive and prideful. Interpreting her gentle concern as doubted of his abilities, his reply was harsh and unthinking. Telling her that the decisions that he made and the places that he went were not her concern

His wife had left the room after that, not willing to respond to his rudeness. It was a smart choice, meaning that he couldn’t say anything else he would regret. It hurt his heart to watch her walk away, but his ego would not allow him to follow and beg for forgiveness.

Instead he stewed in his irritation. Waiting for his wife to come back so things could return to normal. But she didn’t, and he barely saw her the whole day.

Eventually, his yearning to be around his wife overtook his pride. Asking Lucienne for (Y/N) location, he went to find her. Went to get her back into his arms.

He found her in the palace gardens, more beautiful than any of the flowers. “My love.” He called out, pulling her attention away from the roses.

“Morpheus.” Her reply was short, no smile on her face. He knew she had been hurt by his words, knew he had to make things better.

“(Y/N).” He stepped closer, reaching up to run a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry.” He told her. “I should not have said what I said. I know you were just worried about me.”

“Then why did you?” Her tone was sad, breaking Morpheus’s heart. As a love goddess, she took their arguments very seriously. She took his words more seriously than he wished she would.

Morpheus kissed her forehead. “I thought you believed I was weak.”

“You’re not weak.”

“I thought I was.” He admitted, not having shared that thought with anyone before. “I shouldn’t have gotten captured.”

She shook her head, not letting his doubts cloud her mind. “You didn’t know. And now that you do, it won’t happen again.”

“It won’t. And I won’t speak to you like that again. It wasn’t your fault, I should have realized that.”

She sighed, reaching up to hold his close to her. “Promise?” Her gaze was soft, forgiving. It had been a day since he had seen that look, and he was unbearably grateful that he had this goddess as his wife. He kissed her softly, glad that he managed not to lose her.

“I promise.”

#the sandman x reader #the sandman #the sandman dream #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #Morpheus #my fics

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whatdudtheysay · 1 year

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Roderick heffley x F!Reader

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CW - quickie, rough sex, basically vanilla ig???

Tell me if I missed anythingg

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"SHIT!" Roderick cursed loudly, his hands slamming against the metal door, making you flinch.

"Fuck." He murmured, realising there was no way out.

You were both crowded in an old art closet that had little to no space due to the hills of art supplies and forgotten canvases.

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"If you knew you weren't strong enough to hold it you should've let me do it."

He chuckled deeply.

"You? You're half my size kid." He teased, leaning against it.

"I'm not a kid." You spat, glaring at him from under your lashes.

He just scoffed and his grin turned into a blank stare.

You sighed deeply, turning to the small window at the end of the closet. Just great. You were stuck with your ex childhood best friend in a stuffy closet.

You manoeuvred your way to the end of the closet, peeking out of the window. How long would it be till someone found you? If the teacher notices you're both gone for such a long time then they'll probably think you're both skipping class. Even if they tried to find you, this would be the last place they'd check.

You silently hoped you'd be found soon, moving into your tippy toes to see if you could see anything or anyone out of the dust covered window.

Roderick slumped down, sitting on the floor. He glanced over at you and then at the floor, stopping when he realized. He glanced up at you and that's when he saw your skirt raising, giving him the view of your laced black underwear.

He smirked to himself, watching as you tried going higher.

"Maybe we can get this open and scream for help-?" You brought up, glancing behind you.

You had caught him red handed, blood rushing North once you dropped to normal height.

"How much of a pervert can you be?" You murmured, pulling your skirt down.

He shrugged, getting up and walking towards you.

"Wanna find out?"

You rolled your eyes.

"As if I'd ever give you a chance." You dismissed, turning back around to look out the window, being cautious of your skirt.

"Careful princess. You don't want me to give you a reason to roll your eyes."

You blushed, feeling your stomach flip.

He's just bluffing.

You ignored him and stayed silent.

He moved closer.

"You don't wanna have fun y/n?" Roderick hummed beside your ear.

You bit the inside of your lip, trying to block out his voice.

You took in a small breath once you felt his hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him, your ass meeting his crotch.

You were about to say something but you froze at the sound of the door handle. You pushed Roderick away immediately, making him stumble on some paint buckets. The door finally opened, revealing a girl from your class.

"There you two are! Jeez, did you get locked in?"

You nodded quickly.

"Thank you so much. We were worried we wouldn't be able to get out." You thanked, walking out of the open door, Roderick slowly following behind you.

"No worries, let's get back."

Class ended and everyone began to leave. You were sorting your things in your bag whilst everyone left the room, the ambience slowly dying down.

Your teacher got up from her desk, grabbing her things too.

"You two have a good weekend." She hurriedly said, running out of the class.

You were about to shout a reply but realised what she had said. You looked behind you and saw Roderick, putting homework into his backpack.

You turned back quickly, remembering the events that happened in the art closet.

You shook your head lightly.

Forget forget forgett

You quickly, shoved more things into your bag and pencil case. You were almost done, but unluckily, one of your erasers rolled off the table, right near Roderick's desk.

Kill me now.

After taking in a few reassuring breaths, you walked over and bent down to pick it up. When you stood back up, you were face to face with him.

You tried walking back but Roderick grabbed your arm, pushing you against his desk.

His eyes dug through you, a light smirk fighting it's way onto his lips.

"Why are you running?"

You put on your best poker face.

"I was walking."

He clicked his tongue and pressed his hips against yours.

"Wanna continue where we left off?" He offered.

You scoffed, avoiding his gaze.

"Even if we did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even get to finish so what's the point?"

Once you looked back at him you saw he had a dark glint in his eyes.

"Well, I'll take you up on that."

He grabbed you by the hips, pushing you onto the desk and spreading your legs. Your breath hitched once he pushed your skirt up.

Roderick's eyes lit up at the sight of seeing your panties again, a hungry glow in his eyes.

He kneeled in front of you, pulling you to the edge before tugging the lacy material off, letting it dangle on one of your ankles.

He wasted no more time, licking a flat strip up your slit, making you shiver. He moved back up, sucking against your clit whilst his hand crawled up your thigh, pushing his fingers against your entrance.

It didn't take much before you were a whimpering and moaning mess under his touch. He was definitely skilled. Skilled enough to fog your mind and make you forget where you two actually were.

He laid a kiss against your clit, looking up at you whilst his fingers continued scissoring into your heat.

"Haven't even given you the real thing and I can tell you're close to cumming." He taunted, returning his mouth to your clit.

"N-Fuckk no-" you sighed, pleasure wavering over you, sweat coating your body. "Doesn't feel good-"

You tried your best to hold back but how could you when he was going down on you so well?

He picked up the pace once he felt your needy pussy sucking on his fingers. Despite what you said, he knew you were on the edge of cumming any moment. your body was shivering with every lick he directed to your clit, his fingers adding to the pressure building rapidly in your stomach.

You almost lost your mind once he added a third finger, matching his deep and fast pace.

"Cmon, y/n. I know you wanna cum." Roderick breathed, his breath tickling your hard bud.

You shook your head, still in denial of it all. There's no way he of all people was about to bring you to your climax.

Roderick sighed against you. He knew you were stubborn, but this stubborn? He added a fourth finger and your nails began to scrape at the table, your back arching as his fingers pushed against your sweet spot.

You desperately tried focusing on something else. Anything else. But it was no use. You were barely holding on anymore.

As a last attempt, you tried pushing yourself away but Roderick strengthened his grip on your hips, tugging you closer and sucking on your clit.

You moaned a lot louder than you had hoped, your orgasm suddenly hitting you, your eyes glossing with tears as one hand went to tug at Roderick's hair, giving in and finally grinding against his face to help you through your orgasm.

Once you calmed down, your grip on Roderick's hair loosened, using the rest of your strength to hold yourself up on the desk.

Roderick stood, his face glistening in your arousal. He licked his fingers clean then his lips, humming in delight.

"What were you saying about you not finishing?"

You took deep breaths, your heart beating rapidly and you looked up at him.

"That was nothing." You weakly mumbled.

He raised a brow.

"Really?" Roderick asked, moving towards you to rub a few tears that had fallen. "Then why are you crying, hm? Haven't even given you the real thing and you're already sulking."

You fought the urge to rest against his warm hand, letting your pride take charge and instead looking away.

"Just get this over with."

You could feel him smirking.

"Since you asked so nicely."

You glanced back once you heard him unzipping his pants, watching as he tugged them down, revealing his hard length.

Your mouth watered at it, whimpering at the way he slid his tip over your slit. It was long and curved and surprisingly he was well trimmed. You could only imagine all the different ways he could reach deeply inside you .

"Think you can handle it?"

You looked up at him and then at his dick.

"That's-" you stammered, clearing your throat. "Of course I can."

He shrugged and wasted no time, pushing deeply inside you. Your eyes clamped shut, biting back several moans once he bottomed out. His tip resting snugly against your deepest parts.

"Fuck- you're clamping round me hard." He groaned, digging his hands into your hips.

He slowly pulled out before penetrating you even harder, his pace becoming harder.

"Shit!" You moaned, "Please- fuck, slow down-" you cried. You hadn't been able to adjust to his size as much as you wanted.

"Sorry, but there isn't as much time as I want." He grunted, wrapping your legs around his waist before going even deeper, making you scared of him bruising your cervix.

"Fuck, Roderick! You moaned louder, your pride basically being fucked out of you, submission taking place.

Your hands gripped the edge of the table, trying to get yourself together as he pounded into you, a sticky slapping sound filling your ears.

"Feels good, huh?" Roderick questioned, smirking when you quickly nodded.

"Fuckk, I'm close!!" You whined, hands moving to try to stop his hips from practically murdering your pussy.

"That's right, y/n." Roderick sighed, grabbing your hands and pushing them to your chest.

You found yourself trying to wriggle away but it was hopeless. He felt so good. Too good. Your hands raised to wrap around his neck.

"I'm gonna-" you whimpered, brows knitting together as your orgasm rushed up to you.

Roderick fingers crept between your thighs, rubbing your clit rapidly.

Your eyes rolled back as your second orgasm washed over you, making you scream in pleasure, legs locking around his hips.

"Shit, " Roderick cursed. "Gonna cum y/n."

You nodded, the overstimulation settling in.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill ."

Roderick sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, chasing his upcoming orgasm. He finally poured his cum into you, giving you a few finishing thrusts before pulling out, his aftermath pouring out, making a mess on the floor.

You both took deep breaths, Roderick helping you off the desk before pulling his pants back up. He walked to the teachers desk, grabbing a box of tissues aiding you in cleaning up the mess he left inside you and on the floor.

When the mess was cleaned, you sorted your clothes out, trying to walk despite the pain between your legs.

"So..." Roderick started, grabbing his bag. "What was that about you saying you wouldn't finish?"

You gave him a warning look before walking over to your desk, grabbing your bag.

"Want a lift? You can barely walk."

Your first choice would be to decline his offer and storm off but right now, you knew it'd take an extra 15 minutes to get home.

"Fine. Just don't try anything funny."

#roderick heffley #Roderick heffley smut #smut #diary of a wimpy kid

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theunbearableweightofpedropascal · 7 months

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Kinktober entry #1

Pairing: Dark!Blaise Zambini x Hufflepuff!Reader

Kink: Monster F*cking

A/N: I think I'll do Roderick next. And let's pretend the wizarding war didn't happen yet, for the plot😁.

Warnings: p in v, oral sex, blood purist ideologies, somewhat obsessive behavior, possible dub-con.

Summary: Blaise takes after his mother much more than he cares to admit.

Word Count: 2k

It was well-known how convincing Blaise’s mother could be. One dead husband is unfortunate, two is a tragic coincidence, but three is a pattern. So far she had seven dead husbands and all their riches to show for it, and one would think that men would steer clear. But that is the weakness of men they just can’t resist a woman as beautiful as Madeline.

The truth about her deadly nature is that she is a descendant of a family full of Succubi. Each generation before her strangely only had daughters and thus their gifts were always passed down. Madeline was the first to have a baby boy, and as he grew older it was hard to tell if he inherited the gift.

At first, she watched his behavior like a hawk looking for the signs that her mother saw in her. Soon she realized that he was the first boy and there was a chance he’d manifest his powers differently. When it was time to send him to Hogwarts she was fairly confident that he didn’t take after her side.

Growing up Blaise had gotten used to men coming and going, and he never judged his mother for her unconventional lifestyle. But the older he got the more questions he had and it wasn’t like he could outright ask his mother. How does one go about asking why mommy’s husbands keep dying? So he did what he did best, watch.

He didn’t really remember the first three husbands because he didn’t feel the need to pay attention to them. However, the last four husbands he observed with a notebook. By the time their deaths happened it was almost like they just gave up, their vitality was sucked right out of them. On their wedding day, they would be full of life and joy but on their death bed they were pale with sunken cheeks. A fraction of who they once were.

Blaise is a smart boy, and while he completed his first year of studies at Hogwarts he looked up the type of creatures that could have such an effect. By the time he returned to his mother’s villa for summer in Italy, he knew exactly what she was. The question on his mind was if he too held that same kind of power.

In year four he started to see his effect on the girls around him. They would send love letters and cookies laced with love potions. He would throw them all out, not wanting to choose the wrong girl. He had no idea how to tell who the right girl would be but he was a patient person. By the time year 6 rolled around, he spent most of his time at Hogwarts observing the viable partners for him, eliminating muggle-borns and blood traitors. He wanted his bloodline to remain strong and carry the gifts of his lineage.

All his patience led him straight to you, a bright-eyed Hufflepuff that couldn’t possibly know what the touch of a man felt like. Blaise noticed you through the years, a teacher’s pet that was made into a prefect. So eager to please the professors, he couldn’t wait until he was on the receiving end. You would be pliable and unlike his mother, he would cherish you. He found that there was a balance in these types of relationships.

The moment he decided to pounce was when he went to the astronomy tower hoping for some alone time only to find you. There you sat peacefully with your notebook. Though he wouldn’t mind looking at you all night that’s all he had thus far.

“Great minds think alike.” His voice startled the silence you were enjoying. “I like to come up here for peace too.”

“Oh, I was just about to leave.” You stand and walk over to the stairs to give him space but he steps in front of you.

“That’s not necessary love.” Despite his reputation around school, you find his eyes inviting.

“What brought you up here?” Since it’s just the two of you there was no point sitting in silence.

“Trying to fend off some of my more belligerent suitors.” Blaise leaned against the railing and looked out at the expansive land surrounding Hogwarts.

“Must be hard having so many women falling at your feet.” The sarcasm that laces your voice brings a small smile to his face. He was going to enjoy you.

“Not when you don’t want to entertain any of them.” He grimaces as he thinks of some of the unwanted advances. As much as he appreciated the power his mother gifted him, it had its downsides.

“Ah, I forgot I was talking to a blood purist with high standards.” As alluring as you find him his ideologies bring you back to reality. You may not be muggle-born but you didn’t subscribe to blood hierarchy.

“What other people do is their business, but I prefer non-muggle-born witches.” Blaise feels you coming closer, unable to resist his charms.

“Except when those beliefs cause innocent deaths.” You turn to fully face him while you call out his nonchalant demeanor.

“I don’t agree with killing muggles if that’s what you’re implying,” His hand traces its way up your arm before lifting your chin. “I would simply have my wife bear as many pure-blooded children as possible.”

His words, as disgustingly purist as they are, cause your heart to speed up in excitement. The thought of carrying his children sounds appealing. Now all you can think about is him pumping his seed into until it takes. Your thighs rub together in an attempt to quell the pleasure his words give you. Almost as if you were under a spell you follow him as he guides you away from the railing and backs you into the wall.

“Are you gonna be my sweet little wife that takes every last drop I give you?” His low voice is in your ear while his hands travel all over your body. The rapid rise and fall of your chest makes it hard for you to speak so you nod your head eagerly at his question.

Blaise takes your answer as a promise and begins to kneel in front of your core. Even with him below you, he holds all the power. His hands travel up your skirt to gently pull down your panties as he makes eye contact with you. For the first time, you don’t find yourself wanting to break it.

He raises your skirt enough to put his head under it, as he kisses his way up your inner thighs he wraps your left leg over his shoulder. You almost jolt off the wall when his lips wrap around your clit and suck. The small moans that leave your mouth increase in volume when his tongue works in tandem with his lips.

With nothing to grab onto you throw your head back against the wall and let your arms run along the wood panel. The scratch marks that are bound to be left when he’s finished are no worry of yours. His tongue drags along your clit in the most delicious way that you can’t help when your hips begin to buck.

Blaise’s deep-seated hunger is insatiable upon hearing the sweet noises leaving your mouth. He revels in your hips bucking into his mouth demanding more, and he would give you anything. Your eyes roll back as the pressure that sits in your belly builds, your body has a mind of its own chasing after his mouth.

“Blaise,” you say his name like a prayer and he groans into your pussy sending your orgasm hurdling through you. The volume of your screams doesn’t matter, nothing except for his mouth coaxing you through the euphoric waves being sent through your body. Gently he places your leg back down on the ground but keeps a firm grip on your legs.

His captivating face was glistening from the moonlight that poured into the tower. As soon as he stood to his full height you wrapped your arms around his neck before planting your lips on his. The taste of you on his lips only spurred you on, a ravenous need for more enveloped you. He knew exactly what you needed and he had no problem obliging you.

The smacking of your lips working together causes you to almost miss the sound of his zipper and belt being undone. Sinful moans transfer from your mouth to his as he hoists you up against the wall, with your skirt bunched around your waist. His strength surprises you but you don't have much time to dwell when you feel him dragging himself between your lips.

“Please.” While begging for more your hands dig into Blaise’s shoulders.

“I knew you would be the one.” His confession is overshadowed by him finally slipping into you. He exhales a relieved groan the further he sinks himself in you. The way he stretches your walls little by little has you incoherently babbling nonsense. Blaise cradles his head in the curve of your neck as he rocks into you at an increasing pace. His rough hands grip your waist which is surely going to leave bruises tomorrow but you can’t find focus enough to care.

So many of the girls in your year talked about how their boyfriends couldn’t get them off. Not with fingers, mouth, or their dick. But Blaise is intoxicating and all you can think about is how his pelvis is rubbing your clit perfectly. You can feel him panting on your neck and you feel yourself clenching around him.

Unlike the first one your second orgasm doesn’t have a build-up, it blossoms after one of his deeper strokes. His hips lose their consistent speed and you know he’s close. When he spills his seed into you he keeps you in his arms, needing to make sure it took. You were so unaware you ended up falling asleep while you laid your head on his shoulder.

Blaise gave it five minutes before he finally put you down and put your panties back on you. Since he just fed off of you he had no doubt he would be able to apparate to your dorm. He was at an all-time high as he carefully placed you in bed. He found a clean washcloth and wiped you up as much as he could before tucking you in.

…….

In the dining hall, you sat in the Hufflepuff section waiting for your friends to join you. Waking up this morning was so peaceful, you slept like the dead. The nasty memories of last night had you smiling all through your beauty routine. You practically skipped to the dining room and gained some odd looks for your apparent happiness.

A hand wrapped around your waist before two legs were facing your side. Blaise swoops down beside you and kisses your cheek without hesitation. Words were halted at the display of affection, although Blaise had all the girls at Hogwarts swooning he never gave them the time of day.

“What are you doing?” You keep your eyes focused on him to avoid looking at the hundreds of eyes staring at you.

“I can’t look at my girlfriend?” His declaration of your relationship has your face burning. He can see the surprise on your face and tells you, “I thought I made my intentions with you clear last night.”

The devoted smile on your face as you look at him reassures him he chose the right girl.

When it’s time for you to come with him to his mother's estate in Italy she is surprised, but welcoming. She never thought Blaise would get into a relationship anytime soon. After talking with the two of you it was clear as day, that same smile was present on her previous husband’s faces. She wasn’t sure if she should be scared for you or thrilled for her son, but ultimately the excitement of the grandbaby clouded her vision.

#blaise zabini x female reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini imagine #harry potter #slytherin #slytherpuff #hufflepuff #monster #tw monsterfucking #monster fucker #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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kyleoreillylover · 9 months

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Undisputed Era x Fem!reader winning the Royal Rumble headcanons

Trigger Warnings: Typical wrestling violence, allusions to smut but no actual smut written, cursing.

A/N: This took so long because I am a perfectionist 😭 But I hope you guys enjoy this!!

Word had gotten around about Vince wanting some NXT wrestlers in the Royal Rumble to see what they were capable of

So you weren't suprised when Triple H pulled you aside after NXT went off the air to ask you to be apart of it.

You were already an established wrestler long before NXT, being one of the most accomplished female wrestlers in the world and the current and longest reigning NXT Women’s champion in history:)

Triple H hugged you before you left and told you to make him proud

And you intended to do just that

Once you tell the boys they are even more excited that you are 😭

They help you train in the weeks before the Royal Rumble

Bobby keeps an eye on you to make sure you arent overworking yourself

Adam gives you some tips and tricks because he’s the only one out of the 5 of you to be in a Royal Rumble

He might flirt with you in between sparring sessions but he calls that some “extra learning experience”

Roderick and Kyle keep your mind from going into anxiety mode that you normally have before big matches

Distracting you with kisses, playing some video games with you on the rare days you had off of work

Providing some good stress relief ;)

On the day of the Royal Rumble, once you got flew out with the rest of the wrestlers and went to your private dressing room.

You got your hair and makeup done and put on your special black and gold Undisputed Era gear when someone knocked on the door

When you answered it you were met with the smiling faces of Kyle, Roderick, Adam and Bobby.

They flew themselves out to surprise you and bought front row tickets to support you :)))

Your heart felt heavy with emotion and you flew into their arms in .5 seconds

“You guys didn’t have to do that.” You mumbled into their chests, your arms tightening around them.

“And watch our girl win the Royal Rumble on some shitty TV instead of live right in front of us? Not happening.”

You told them you would show your appreciation for them later ;)

They stayed with you outside the curtains until a stage tech tapped you told you you would be on in 5.

And remember how they hugged Kyle when he went out for his match against Finn for his NXT championship? That’s exactly how they hugged you before they left 🥹🥹

The cameras captured it and twitter exploded once they saw it 🥹🥹🥹

You were number 2 entrant and when you made your entrance, you weren’t expecting dead silence ofc but you also weren’t expecting your eardrums to burst from how loud the arena went once your music hit 😭

Especially since you were a heel 😭

You held your title up high, putting a smirk on your face as you stared down the Number one entrant, Becky Lynch, with the crowd chanting your name while making your way to the ring.

From the corner of your eye you saw your boys in the front row and you winked at them before getting in the ring.

The bell rang, and Triple H’s words rang through your mind as the biggest test of your career began

Time went by in a haze and it was nearing the 50th minute

Much to the shock of everyone else on the roster, you had racked up the most eliminations and also eliminated the four horsewomen

And you were sure as hell cocky about it!! And your men were too, you could hear them cheering from the crowd.

You were sweaty, beaten and bruised but you knew you couldn’t stop now.

You rolled into the ring from the edge of the ring after eliminating Nia Jax and saw there were only 2 other people left, Rhea Ripley and Asuka.

You stared down the 2 of them as the crowd got louder and louder with anticipation, wondering who would win.

The three of you ended up in the front of the ring, beating the life out of each other while trying to hang onto the ropes for dear life.

You were laid out from a vicious knee from Asuka, and you knew you had to get your ass up if you wanted any chance to win, but your body did not want to.

You could hear your boys and the crowd chanting for you to move, but your body only regirtered that once you saw Asuka slip something into her mouth, smirking as she made her way to you.

You moved at the last second, seeing Asuka mist Rhea and Rhea raking her eyes and screaming.

You knew this was your chance and you took it, drop kicking the both of them out of the ring and onto the floor.

You screamed in glee as soon as you saw them laid out on the floor, and it felt like time slowed down once the bell rang and you were announced as the winner.

You only registered what was happening when you felt yourself get picked up off the floor, the noise of the crowd being drowned out by you being spun around in the air.

“You did it! You fucking did it!” Adam yelled into your ear, spinning you around.

“I fucking did it!” You yelled back, your eyes beaming as he set you down. The others rushed into the ring, pushing past Adam to bring you into a tight hug.

“You did it, babe!!” Kyle cheered, his arms tightening around you as Bobby and Roderick hugged you from behind.

“We’re so freaking proud of you, y’know that?” Bobby tenderly said, his eyes shining with pride as he looked at you.

“I think I got that from how hard you’re hugging me.” You joked, squealing when they hugged you tighter.

“I was kidding!” They giggled at you before letting you go. Roderick smoothed your hair before giving you a kiss on your head. “You deserve this.” He whispered against your head before pulling back, and you blinked away the tears trying to come out of your eyes.

“Don’t make me cry, I have a reputation to keep.” You teased him, and he smiled at you before leaning down to help you go on his shoulder, Adam doing the same thing with Kyle and Bobby helping them lift you up.

You gave them one last smile before putting on a smirk and looking up at the crowd, who were on their feet and roared when you were lifted up.

And as you pointed to the Wrestlemania sign, standing on top of the world after the biggest win of your career and with the people you loved the most by your side, you never wanted to leave that moment.

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hoodievixen · 2 years

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Some of the Most Powerful Beings (Dream of the Endless x Female!Reader - no use of Y/N) Oneshot

Summary: When going to the Waking World to retrieve the Corinthian, Morpheus’ wife insisted to come along. The magic of Roderick Burges couldn’t do much against something that was still mostly human.

Warnings: Excessive violence, mentions of blood, mentions of Death

Words Count: ~1.2k

A/N: Little idea I had, and decided to write. In no way is this my best work, but I wanted to share it.

"I'm coming with you," she was quick to declare, stepping to his side.

Morpheus looked to his wife, with a small smile. "While the gesture is appreciated, my love," he told her, "This is my job to do. I will be soon."

"Dream," the Queen sighed, "I love you, but when it comes to the waking world, you are quite dumb. So there is no debate I am coming with." She was born human, and is still more human than anything else. She could easily become something else, something with out an end. Still she held onto humanity. It was barely over a decade into their marriage, Dream did not worry, they had plenty of time.

She gave him the smile that made him swallow his pride. "I'll stay right by your side," she assured him. Her hand emerged from her cloak of shadows and folded into his own. "I promise."

With his free hand he reached over, pulling up her hood over her face. "Dare not to break that promise," he told her.

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Her limbs were sore, as were her joints. Her head was spinning. It reminded her a bit of when Dream would bring her from place to place with his sand, but so much worse. Though she could tell he hand made sure to protect her.

His arms were still around her waist, which had been a tight hold before he fell unconscious. He had even made sure they landed so she were atop him.

"Grab the ruby," she heard the voice of a man hiss as her mind cleared. "Be careful not to erase any of the binding circle."

She gazed up to find a cult of people, surrounding her and her husband. All froze at her movement. She took in her surroundings, a basement lit by candle light. "Do you not have electricity? Or is it just to suit the whole, ritual feel?"

Everyone stepped away from the circle in fear. Except for the boy, who was frozen stunned, hand hovering over the ruby. "I wouldn't touch that," she warned the boy as she stood. "It messes with the mind."

The old man in robes stepped forward as he pulled the boy back. "Death, if you listen to my requests I shall let you and your companion free."

She let out a scoff. "I'm not Death," she told him, "Nor is he. However I would like the know who you are."

"I am the Magus," he declared proudly.

The queen of dreams was not impressed. "That is a made up title that doesn't mean shit," she explained nonchalantly. "You're just a weak man doing things he dose not understand." She took a step forward, now at the edge of the binding circle.

Burgess was quick to take a step back. Though his words did not match his actions. "Dare you to try take another step forward witch, you will find it impossible. That circle can bind the most powerful of beings."

She let out an unamused hum, studying the circle. "Yet humans can pass through it..." she commented, though it could be mistaken for a question.

"There's no reason to hold a human with magic," Burgess scoffed.

"I'm glad," she laughed. "A lot of people say it's useless." They all watched as she continued forward with baited breath. "But I'm blad I've stayed human." She stepped outside the circle.

As everyone was paused in shock, she did not hesitate. She brought a strong right jab to Roderick Burgess' face. All could hear the satisfying crunch of a broken nose. As well as the soft think of teeth falling to the ground. The motion of her pinch caused her hood to fall, revealing her soft human features.

What cult members were men started for her. Much as an expert would, she got into a fighting pose, and suddenly had a knife in her hand. She was the only one her heard the crunch from beneath her foot, internally cringing at her mistake.

Two men rushed her at once. Easily she ducked under their timed grab towards her. As she stepped forward she stabbed the man on the right in the forearm.

"Don't let her break the circle!" Burgess' groaned out over the pain of a bloody broken nose. Too late, what shuffling already happened had disturbed the circle plenty, rendering it useless.

She let out a light laugh that frightened those that heard it. She was excited to do something next. She'd learn few thing she'd be capable of, but what she was best at, and loved the most, was controlling the darkness. Finally the situation arose where she could fight in such.

The room was swallowed in shadows. The last thing they all saw was the smile of the Lady of Nightmare's face. Many cries, thus, and snaps could be heard through the darkness. There was a wet thud through the room before the light returned.

"Dearest," a deep voice echoed through the room. The unconscious figure of Dream of the Endless was now on his two feet, helm in his hand. "You know we can not directly interfere with the lives of humans."

"You can't," she pointed out, painting at him with a bloody knife. "However I am yet to be bound to those rules." At her feet was a growing pool of blood coming from the body who summoned her there.

"Dad," the boy whimpered, gaze locked on the fresh corpse. He had been spared from any violence towards him.

The woman who killed him let out a low hiss. "Shit...." She turned to look at her husband. "Can we keep him?"

"He is human," Dream pointed out. "They do not belong in the Dreaming."

She put her hand on her hips. "What about me?"

Dream sighed. "I have told you the reason countless time, I do not wish to do it again."

She let out a deep breath, coming to kneel before the boy. "Do you have anyone to live with?" she asked kindly, drastically different from the violence she had shown moments before. "Relatives? Family Friends?"

The boy just shook his head. While clearly he was in disbelief, he was taking his father's death rather well. Clearly it hadn't been a good relationship.

"I'll take you in Alex," the man that had been standing behind the gate approached. "While we may have only just met, you have shown yourself to be a wonderful lad, and I would be happy to call you my son."

She turned to look to the man, with a smile that shined like the sun. "Thank you sir," she told him.

She returned her attention to the boy, cupping his cheek with her hand. Frighteningly, they were free of any blood. "My dearest apologies," she said sincerely, "I never meant your life any harm. I'll gift you want I can to apologize for my actions." She placed a light kiss on the boy's forehead. "You will have to most wondrous dreams," she promised.

She stood up, returning to her husband's side. "You're luck astounds me love," he told her under his breath, holding up the leather cord that once held a now shattered ruby.

His wife shrugged at the comment. "Best just call me Lady Luck." Husband and Wife returned home. They planned to finish their original business tomorrow.

Dr. Hathaway brought Alex back to London with him. It didn't take long before he was adopted and the Doctor's son. Rumors spread of what happened that night, but the ones who were there, didn't understand it themselves. Alex, wanting answers, dedicated his life to studying folklore an myth, his name forever to be remember in the field long after his death.

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𓅨 Fortuna: Chapter Six

Fortuna: Born with what seemed to be the worst luck in the world, you have managed to get into, and out of, life-threatening situations all your life. That is until the plague of 1514. You had escaped Mother Death countless times before, but not this time. Mother Death has taken a liking to you, and with your kindling relationship, you become that which historians whisper about. You are the great Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate of luck, and ruler over fortune and fate. No one could have anticipated what your ties with Death would bring you: Pain. Torture. Death. Love.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Contents (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Loss of Virginity, Hints at Dream’s Secret Desires (He Horny For U, K!?).

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x ImmortalSpanish!Reader, Reader’s nickname is Fortuna. Fortuna is the Roman Goddess of personified luck and ruler over fortune and fate.

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February 1927

Morpheus held you close, soaking in the comfort you provided and giving you the same in return. It wasn’t often you were inconsolable, but captivity combined with Jessamy’s death had worn your spirit down to the point where you had begun to feel hopeless. It broke him to see you in such a state after you had remained so strong for the last ten years, but this last year had been the hardest. Little you, who had remained steadfast and stubborn, refusing Burgess’ demands, was beginning to crack. So when you fell into your dreams this night, Morpheus joined you in your old bedroom and wrapped you up in an embrace that he hoped staved off the emotional pain you felt. You were trembling in his arms, and he hated it. Hated that it was Roderick Burgess who had put so much strain and anguish on you that you physically shook… and what he hated the most was that the spark of fire that simmered behind your eyes was nearly snuffed out. You were meant to be free, to wander, to explore, you were never meant to be trapped in place.

“Fortuna, the next time he comes, you are to give him what he wants,” Morpheus spoke into your hair, your beautiful hair that he loved to gently comb when you and he had the privacy of your dreams. You hadn’t been able to cut it since the start of your captivity and it had grown beyond manageable length. At least you were more comfortable in your dreams. In fact, on several occasions, he had followed your wish to cut it to a more manageable length at the start of your dreams. He had already done so silently at the start of this one.

“I will never give him what he desires.” You croaked out, your words muffled from where you had buried your face into his chest. “I do not answer to greed nor is it within my power to give him that which he desires of me. Teleute gave me immortality, not the power of the Gods.”

“I can enable you to do as he thinks of you, my Tyche,” Morpheus responded, drawing a hand down your back. “You can be Fortuna Goddess Incarnate. My Fortuna, my Tyche.”

“I will not give a man such as he, the pleasure of breaking me, Morpheus.” You bit back with a snarl on your lips, your fingers curling against his shirt at the idea.

“It would earn you your freedom from this cage, Fortuna,” Morpheus said lowly, not liking your resistance. “I will not have you suffering in that enclosed place any longer.” His voice was a growl, clearly showing that he wanted you out of captivity as soon as possible.

“And I refuse to leave without you, Morpheus.” You stated firmly, pulling back to look up into his eyes. You reached up and cupped his face, your fingers stroking his cheek. “As long as you remain, so shall I.” His eyes glowed with mercury discontent but you remained firm with your decision. You had long since fallen for the Endless and the thought of being separated terrified you. Morpheus needed to know how you felt, and how much you did not wish to be separated. Silent looks of longing were no longer permissible. “I know you are not going to give in to him, mi Amor, no matter how long it may take. I will not leave you.” The blazing novas in his eyes softened and his forehead bent to press against yours. His touch trailed across your hair to brush along your cheek.

His touch was all that kept you from losing your mind in that decrepit basement, and it was he at night that gave you comfort and reprieve from captivity. Morpheus knew that you wouldn’t change your mind, not after over ten years of intimacy and closeness. You would never willingly leave him. How many years had he spent silently yearning for more than soft teases and smiles that warmed his heart? Morpheus had decided long ago that he wanted you to be his, but he would never take advantage of your captivity to indulge in his desires so he had always remained stoic, observing you from the sidelines… but here you were, begging him not to ask you do such a thing. Mi Amor. Mi Amor. Mi Amor. When had you started thinking of him as your mi Amor? It mattered not, Morpheus couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

Pulling your face closer to his and bumping noses, Morpheus tilted your head and captured your lips for the first time since he had set eyes on you. Your soft mouth was like nothing he had kissed before. You shuddered against Morpheus and struggled to return the kiss, pressing upwards against his lips. You had never desired to kiss anyone in your life, no boy or man had ever had the luxury, but at this moment you were desperate for the abating and revivifying kisses that pressed against your lips. Only Morpheus could have this right to your body.

Your lips broke apart for a moment, you and Morpheus breathing in each other’s dizzying scents. Eyes opening, you met Morpheus’s gaze with a trembling breath, easily getting lost in the galaxies that flickered in intense blue. Your mouth brushed against his once more, bringing out the most delightful sensations across your lips. A few more moments of silence passed before Morpheus was returning his mouth to yours, nipping and tugging at your lips, twisting you up into a haze. You felt so inexperienced and clumsy, and yet, found that it was easy to relax into his kisses and desiring demands. Your parted mouth pressed back, catching his lower lip and gently tugging. That had an immediate impact on Morpheus, his hands running over your shoulders and fingers rapidly unraveling the shoulder bows of your kirtle. Your bodice fell loose and Morpheus’s hands then slid to the ties at the base of your corset.

You let out a shuddering breath against Morpheus’s hungry lips and dragged your nails down his shoulder. He had your corset untied incredibly fast and the heavy fabric of your kirtle slipped from your body to pool at your feet. You were now only wearing your chemise which offered little protection against the cold temperature of your room. That only pushed you closer to Morpheus as you tugged on his shirt, pushing it upwards with your fingers to lay your hands flat against his warm skin. That heat was so addicting, you wanted more, you demanded more, and that is exactly what Morpheus gave you. Morpheus effortlessly picked you up, his hands digging into your flesh and carrying you over to your small bed, all the while your mouths not once parting. Upon leaning back into your mattress, you pushed your hands up and over his shoulders to sink your nails into his shirt and pulled. Morpheus broke your lip lock, reaching to take your chin and press his thumb into your tingling lower lip. A message passed through his eyes to yours.

“Por favor, mi Amor, te necesito,” (Please, my love, I need you.) You whispered out, drawing your fingers and further bunching the shirt on his back. Morpheus needed no further confirmation from you, urgently dropping his lips back to yours and kissing you passionately. You melted beneath him, led on by little nibbles and deep kisses that sought to ravish every part of your lips. He was kissing you with such feeling and passion that you felt like he was stealing oxygen from your lungs. Breaking the lip lock, you took a moment to drag Morpheus’s shirt the rest of the way up. He let you rip it from his body before ripping at the buttons of your chemise himself, eager to bare your opulent flesh that he had cradled and protected for over a decade.

Morpheus knew every dip and curve, dimple, and scar that marked your body. He had held you ever so close but never had the chance to explore such wonders with his hands. He intended to rectify that immediately. While you ran your hands over his chest he did the same with your body, pushing and pulling at your chemise until he had it sliding out from beneath your bare body. You were bare to him but you had no shame or embarrassment about your nudity, after all, you had clung to him for warmth for the past decade. What hadn’t he seen? But Morpheus had never had the luxury to appreciate what he cradled and protected from the guards and cold. No, he had been resigned to a state of expressionlessness. But here in your dream, Morpheus could ravish your body to his heart's content, and that’s exactly what he was going to do.

His mouth landed on your shoulder and pressed kiss after kiss along your skin, slowly moving inwards and down to your collarbone. You softly moaned, running your fingers up his sculpted chest and stroking them across his cheek. While Morpheus suckled at your flesh, his hands landed on your hips and pushed upwards, pressing into your skin in a way that made it so his touch lingered long after his fingers had moved on. Then his hands caressed your breasts, stroking them and massaging them in a way that made you moan and arch into his touch. You slipped your hands under his arms and pulled Morpheus closer to you. A surge of fire flooded throughout your body, running up and down your spine and gathering between your legs. You softly whimpered at the foreign feeling.

Morpheus could feel your pulse fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird beneath the beautiful skin of your neck, fast, hot, and full of life. The surge of life throbbed beneath his lips and that only made the Endless want you more. But why did you wish to suffer with him?

“Why do you not see how I care for you?” Morpheus rasped, trailing his lips across your jaw. He reached up and cupped the back of your neck, angling your head so you were looking into his eyes. Your lips brushed against his as you froze in place. “Do you not see through my affection, my love, my veneration? It is my greatest desire to set you free yet you shirk my reverence for spite and refusal.” You trembled beneath star-filled eyes that gazed down at you with tinges of sadness. Did he think that after all this time, you merely disagreed with him on the subject because of spite? Now was your only chance to come clean with the Endless.

“Estoy enamorada de ti.” (I'm in love with you.) You whispered against his lips, your lips trembling as your heart flooded with uncertainty. Morpheus’s irises dilated and he stilled to a statue. “Cada día te quiero mas. Eres mi todo, Dream of the Endless.” (Every day I love you more. You are my everything, Dream of the Endless.) Perhaps your sudden confession had been too much because the seconds after you had finished speaking seemed to stretch into years. Your heart was trying to race out of your chest waiting for his response. Then blue eyes shifted to molten mercury and you found yourself stumbling as Morpheus moved. Even before your back hit the straw mattress of your bed his lips were on yours.

Morpheus ravished your lips, firm and insistent, scorched with need. His tongue carved a line of tingles across your lower lip and you gasped against the explosion of tingles in your mouth. Morpheus gave your lower lip a hungry nibble as you panted and then urged your lips to open wider to push his tongue against yours. He pulled a soft moan from you, then shifted his hand to brush his thumb across your cheek, enjoying the way you responded to his deep kisses with gentle innocence. Morpheus supposed he should feel guilt for corrupting you in such a manner, but he couldn’t stop himself, not when you tasted so sweet, not when you looked so desirable beneath him. Not when he had wanted you to be his for so long. Twirling his tongue against yours one last time, his impatience to feel you grew far too much to bear.

His lips parted yours and you eagerly sucked in oxygen, eyes fluttering at Morpheus as you reeled from the tongue-tying kiss he had spun you up into. Your cheeks were flushed and your chest heaved. You felt a complete mess, you turned into a complete mess… but Morpheus had never seen you looking so beautiful. With devouring eyes, Morpheus bent back down, mouthing a trail of fire along your collarbone to the hollow of your throat, drawing soft noises from your parted lips. You sank one of your hands into obsidian hair, fresh pleads on your lips.

“Please, mi Amor, I am burning,” You begged, for what, you didn’t know. You just knew that your body burned with a fire of desire and need you thought might consume you if not doused. A hum of satisfaction slipped from Morpheus’s lips as he moved to adore your breasts, licking and mouthing at your heaving flesh as your legs twisted against his trousers. “Me quemo por ti,” (I burn for you.) You gasped as he teased a nipple, sealing his mouth against it. It was his deepest and darkest desire to see you round with his child, your breast full of milk, ready to feed the life he and you created. Morpheus put his darkest desires aside, right now you burned and he longed to feel you wrapped around his cock. Morpheus released your breast and raised softly glowing eyes to yours.

“Do you desire this, my Tyche? Do you desire my touch? Do want me to fill you with my cock, to take your innocence, your body, and soul, claim them as mine?” Your beautiful eyes, wide and stricken with pleasure and daze, fluttered, as you brought your hand up to settle it against his face. Your fingers made shivers run up Morpheus’s spine. He prayed to the Universe that you would say yes.

“Quiero que me hagas el amor.” (I want you to make love to me.) You breathed out, your eyes reflecting your words. “Quiero que seas mío y quiero ser tuya.” (I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.) It was as if the stars has designed to aline on this very day just to grant Morpheus his wish. Eyes still blazing brilliant silver, Morpheus let his hands wander over your body, feeling the heat that burned beneath your skin. You said you burned, and he knew you burned for him. Unable to resist the temptation any further, Morpheus ran a hand over your breasts, down your stomach, and then into your patch of curls. Your hips bucked up at the intimate touch. Then Morpheus pushed his fingers through your folds to stroke your cunt. You let out a strangled gasp at his touch, one of your hands dropping to grasp at your bedsheet. Never before had you been touched like this, but oh did it feel ever so wonderful.

Your eyes rolled back slightly while you moaned and bucked your hips further into his hand. He drank in the sight of you washed with pleasure, arching, moaning as if every little touch Morpheus gave you was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was. Then he sank his finger deep within your cunt and a sharp little cry escaped your lips. Your walls were hot and velvety, clenching around Morpheus’s finger as he stroked your body from within. You squirmed against him, your fingers sliding down Morpheus’s neck and your nails lightly raking over his flesh. The sweet little noises you made only spurred him on further, your honey-soaked moans and trembling thighs feeding his desire to see you in a state of utter bliss. You fell apart beneath him quickly, your cunt soon soaked and Morpheus’s fingers sliding in and out of your body with wet, slippery, sounds that only made more heat flood your face.

“Mi Amor, Te Necesito,” You moaned, your nails scraping his neck as your eyes fluttered up into Morpheus’s. You caressed and stroked his neck, and Morpheus couldn’t help but lower his chin and kiss your fingers. Such sweet begging from your lips, who was he to deny you? So Morpheus pulled back, his fingers sliding from your swollen flesh. You let out a mournful whimper at the loss. Morpheus quickly pressed his lips against your neck, whispering reassurances that he would not leave you in such a needing state. With his gentle words slipping across your skin, Morpheus brushed his lips up your jaw until intense blue eyes bored into yours. What you were feeling for him within your heart was nearly robbing you of the oxygen in your lungs. Then you felt the material of his trousers melt away and his naked body fully pressed against yours. You quivered at the feeling, your soft body welcoming Morpheus’s sculpted one.

Morpheus gently stroked your face, his eyes never once leaving yours. You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your swollen folds and cunt. Oh, you ached to be filled terribly, why was he dragging out this torture? You were mid-thought, thinking about speaking up when he started pushing into you, slow and gentle. Your eyes went wide and your hips twitched at the intrusion, then you gasped the moment his hips met yours and your body struggled to accept his length. You couldn’t help the tears that burned at the edge of your lashes. Morpheus’s lips were immediately kissing them away, his tongue praising you in a language you didn’t understand. He was nothing but gentle with you, always so gentle, treating your body as if it were a precious treasure. To him, you were the most precious thing in his endless life.

Against your quivering thighs, Morpheus could feel your body twisting against his, begging for more. From the way your cunt was clenching and squeezing his cock, it took Morpheus everything he had to not take your body aggressively, like an animal. He wanted to viciously rut against you to sate this hunger, he wanted to devour your tender flesh until you fell apart, he wanted to ravage your body until he broke every seam and stitch that held you together. But you, little you, were so innocent and ignorant of the pleasures of the human body. Morpheus refused to break you apart like any other human male would have, no, he was going to have you break yourself apart by your own will. Watching as your hollowed throat constricted and relaxed in time with your haggard breathing, Morpheus couldn’t help but press his lips against your pulse and seal his mouth there, tasting your skin and marking it in possession. Your breathing hitched beneath his mouth and he felt fingernails sink into his back and push him closer. You wanted him, you wanted him so much. Morpheus couldn’t hold back any longer.

He drew back from your cunt, feeling your walls desperately clinging to his cock with such force that he groaned into your neck. When Morpheus sank his throbbing cock back into your body, you gasped and scratched at his back. His cock pushed through your walls with a rawness that burned, and yet, there was a second more profound sensation that you wanted to chase. Pleasure. In all your years of living, you had never experienced something like this, an intimacy that made you feel connected to Morpheus on another level.

As Morpheus settled into a gentle rocking motion that made your breath hitch with every thrust, you pressed your fingers into the contours of his back and traced the hard lines. Your eyes fluttered as he claimed your body, over and over, never once ceasing the kisses he pressed against your skin. But in this intimate moment that you only ever share with Morpheus, you wanted to see his eyes. So you grasped onyx hair in your fingers and dragged his head away from your heaving chest so magnetic stars stared into yours. You both panted, breathing each other with heated cheeks. The world could spin, around and around, and your eyes would never stray from him. Morpheus looked as if he has been formed from the stars themselves, sculpted and formed with the idea of perfection in mind.

“Qué guapo eres,” (You are so beautiful.) You whispered against his lips, overtaken by the beauty of your lover draped over you. Morpheus closed the millimeters separating your lips, taking your mouth like a rogue storm. You moaned into that kiss, feeling an inferno streaking through your cunt and sparking the churning feeling within your body. It was hard for you to keep up and you found yourself writhing beneath him, a leg curled around his lower back and your nails digging into his flesh. He twisted your tongue with his, nipped at your lips, and breathed his love into you until you were writhing uncontrollably against him. You were a scene of utter bliss and Morpheus drank that in, his eyes glowing with the strength of a million suns.

“They call you Fortuna, Goddess Incarnate?” Morpheus possessively questioned against your lips. You shuddered and gasped at how rough his thrusts now came. Hard. Driving. Deep. You could barely breathe as his cock plunged deep within your body, claiming it, ruining you for all others. “I shall make you my goddess,my Y/N, my goddess of fortune. Mine.” You felt something crawling across your skin, enveloping your body, soaking into your skin with an electric hum. Your body bucked harshly against Morpheus’s, your nails sinking so hard into his flesh that he could feel pain. Morpheus knew that your body wasn’t going to easily accept the gift he was forcing into you. So silver eyes going nova, he wrapped you in his magic and pressed his gift into you. You shrieked, overwhelmed by the sensations bombarding you in every direction, and that tension within your body finally exploded.

You shattered to stardust.

Staring out the tiny window of your room, you gazed at the brightened sky illuminated by the full moon with a vacant look in your eyes. Morpheus had been brushing his hand through your hair and down your back since he had rolled onto his back, bringing you with him. Neither of you had spoken a word since coming down from the high of your carnal devotion, and you were almost afraid to speak… because you knew what he was going to ask of you. In your lovemaking, Morpheus, with all his power and might, had molded you into what he saw you to be: Y/N, Goddess of fate, fortune, and luck… but you wouldn’t disappear like the other Gods before you. Faded and Forgotten. You would be eternal. You didn’t mind being eternally his, your passion and ardor for the Endless, was in fact, endless. But you know exactly what he wanted of you, and that was something you refused with absolution. It was Morpheus who finally broke the silence.

“Why do you still refuse to do as I ask, my Tyche? You know you would be treated better if you do as he bids, you may not be entirely free but you would no longer be confined so tightly.” Morpheus said. You turned your face further into his chest and remained quiet for a few moments. You wanted this little bubble of ecstasy to last forever, to stave off the reality in which you truly lived. But you couldn’t hide from your Endless lover, so you answered, ever so slowly tilting your head back against his chest to look at him in the eyes.

“You know why,” You whispered faintly, a tinge of pain creeping into your voice. The pain of what you knew would come if you agreed. “Please don’t ask me to do such a thing.” Morpheus’s hold on your body tightened, his clear disagreement with your wants evident enough. You were almost worried that he would start arguing with you and break the moment of private intimacy, but he didn’t. Morpheus continued his strokes along your back, soaking in your soft skin and committing it to memory, enjoying the feel of you while he could. “If I am to be trapped, I shall be trapped with you. I beg you, mi Amor, don’t let him take me away from you. You are the only solace feel in these entrapped times.”

Your pleas to never part with him ripped what little heart Morpheus had left and it nearly destroyed him. You’d rather spend an eternity trapped in this little glass ball with him, bare and cold, than give in to the demands of the self-entitled mortal in exchange for a scrap of freedom. Morpheus knew he might not be able to keep such a promise, not when Roderick Burgess kept him so weak and confined. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do his best to protect you from your captor. You, after all, were the light in these dark times and Morpheus was determined to keep you safe.

“I promise you, my Tyche, I will never willingly let him take you from me,” Morpheus promised, pressing his face into the crown of your hair. That put your mind at ease and you closed your eyes, willing yourself to enjoy the last few hours of this idyllic escape from reality. It wasn’t that hard. These dreams were the only time you truly felt comfortable, and stretched out on top of Morpheus’s body, your legs tangled with his, you soaked in the heat from his body while still feeling the ache and pleasure from your lovemaking. You would get through this, no matter how long it took, as long as you had Morpheus.

When you woke from your dream, you jerked in his arms, the cold of the basement once again shocking you. You shivered in his arms and your lips trembled as the high of your dream came crashing down. Turning your face into his shoulder, you squeezed your eyes shut as they burned from the reality which you now lived in. It took everything Morpheus had to not start rampaging against the glass cage the moment he felt warm tears hit his skin. His muscles physically strained and bulged as he fought against his instincts. Your tears were like little daggers being thrust into his heart. The physical pain he felt knowing that he could not comfort you when you needed him the most ripped at his anthropomorphic soul. All he could do was wait for the hours to pass by until you fell asleep once more, and he had a chance to once again hold you in his arms the way he truly wished to. Only then could he truly care for you. But for now, he had to bear the feeling of your hot tears hitting his skin and shivering trembles from your repressed sobs with an expressionless face. It was agony.

Date Published: 12/4/22

Last Edit: 12/4/22

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An Unlikely Ally (Dream x Neutral!Reader) Pt.2

= Part 1 =

Authors Note: I honestly don't know how many parts there'll be to this? I suppose I'll just keep writing until it comes to a natural close :] hope you enjoy !

Warnings: Violence, mentions of torture, things of that nature

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader (still haven't decided the nature of the pairing ! (,: )

Tags: @katiemrty @freedomsofdream

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The following days began to blend together for you; days turning into weeks, weeks turning into months, and months turning into years. Age dare not touch you, one of the many benefits of being something close to an immortal. Unfortunately, due to your inability to simply perish from old age, it gave one Roderick Burgess a perfect opportunity to experiment on you as much as he possibly could. One could say that the first few weeks were the worst, but what a lie that would be.

In fact, the longer time stretched, the more adventurous he got with his experimentation. At times, your screams were so deafening that it reached even the Dream Lord. You tried to keep yourself contained, keep them from hearing the satisfaction of your agony, but even you had limits to how much you could handle. Perhaps it was the lack of being actually submerged in water for any truly meaningful length of time, or being confined to such a dark, soul-crushing space, but even your heart ached for the call of home.

Of course you knew what you were getting yourself into before you had even started your journey, and you didn't regret a single one of the decisions you made along the way, but it didn't stop the homesick feeling from filling the empty pits of your stomach. Truly, you weren't even sure if you'd ever see home again at this point, it seemed like such a far away dream nowadays. Not very often were you ever left alone, even rarer alone long enough to simply be with your thoughts, but when you were, you found the songs of home resurfacing.

This time, the song that prodded itself into your memory, was a little lullaby your mother would sing to you when you were still so small.

'A paragon of beauty to behold, born of seafoam cold, in your eyes hold a deep mystery disguised, but dare not underestimate the wrath of a riptide.'

You'd thought it a silly little rhyme growing up, though as you got older, as you witness more of the world above the sea, only then did you truly understand the real meaning behind words and hold them dear to your beating heart. You were a child of the depths of the ocean, and the sea holds a grudge. It remembers so very vividly, and bears wrath unforeseen. It doesn't question it's worth, nor does it lose it's hope or confidence, it simply is what it is and allows those around it to understand it's nature or risk being buried in the dark trenches below.

The same would be said for you, as the nature of the tides is ingrained in your very soul. A child of the ocean, a protector of the sea, and you wouldn't falter. As strong and as unforgiving as the very waves, and you wouldn't let some power-hungry mortals strip you of who you were. Though, with that being said, there were times that you couldn't help but scream out in agony. Human weapons were developing quickly, and it certainly served you no good. When Roderick finally died at the hands of his own son, you had made the mistake of thinking freedom was finally yours to taste.

It was not.

His son was a coward, and continued his fathers work, that included keeping you captive and even advancing some of the methods that were used on you. Arguably crueler methods.

Fingernails were plucked from their beds, to both witness how you'd react, and test them to see if they'd be any use. Cuts were made, various amounts of blood drawn in the same efforts as the fingernails. As if the entire purpose of your existence, was to serve in their barbaric rituals. As if you didn't have a consciousness, thoughts, feelings, the same as anyone else. Small sections of skin was taken from your arm, hair cut at random points, random bones broken just to see how long it would take you to heal, and that was just the things without the use of what humans call science and magic. Alchemy was, quite honestly, a generous term to bestow upon them.

When the chemicals came? That's when things got unprecedentedly worse. Random vats of chemicals were produced, just to have you thrown in to see what would happen, if you'd still be able to breathe, and if any other liquid could trigger a 'tail' or anything else that wasn't nessicarily human in quality. Then, if a tail, for example, were to be produced, scales would be plucked from it to be tested in the same fashion as everything else. Obviously, they must have discovered a few things along the way, because their methods began to get repetitive. Doing the same experiments in order to gain scales from you, blood, or whatever else was on their agenda.

You couldn't help but wonder what exactly they were using these tokens of you for, what twisted rituals they were preforming with the unwilling aid of you. Even more unfortunately, also somewhere along the way, they discovered just how much the water would bend to your will, so when you weren't being tested on, you were kept securely in a sphere of your own, half-filled with sand, to keep you dried out until their next experiment. The sphere was, indeed, inescapable, and without water near you, it took quite a while for you to heal. It kept you weak, unable to truly fight back in any meaningful extent, and they knew it.

Morpheus would have to be a truly apathetic individual to ignore the screams that would flood through the manor whenever it got too much for you. To say that the prospect of what they may be doing to you disgusted him, was a grave understatement. While your screams would fill the air, the two guards standing watch before his own prison, would simply stand there, unbothered, as if it weren't the most shrilling sound to echo the very Earth. Sailors and immortals alike, whisper tales of the enchantment of the songs of the sea, but they never whisper of the haunting screams that would so rarely curse the tides.

Admittedly, other than the disgust, the anger, there was also a heavy weight of guilt that rested on his shoulders. So much so that it plagued every thought, no matter how long he was trapped there, able to do nothing but think. You had come here, because of him, and now you were trapped here all the same, because of him. How painful a twist of irony, for not a single one of his family to at even attempt to help him, yet someone he'd never met before risked pain untold to simply try to help. Though he truly wished he'd be able to do something, anything, he was just as helpless as he was when he was first trapped in here.

That didn't stop Alex from clinging to any threads he could, to try and get the King of Dreams to say something to him--anything. So, when he'd exhausted everything else, he defaulted to you. Despite Dream never giving an inclination of attachment to you, all in an effort to spare you from any further torture, and despite Paul's protests, it seemed he was just as much of a crazed mule as his father. Dream may be an expert at hiding his feelings behind a steel gaze, but even he was tested when your bloody, haggard frame was thrown into his view.

Your hair that once fell elegantly on your shoulders, lay in messy, uneven chops. Bruises, cuts, scabs that were unable to ever heal, fresh burns on your legs from yet another half-dip into a mystery chemical earlier that day, skin flaking at random areas from the lack of water. You were barely able to keep yourself upright, most of your weight being held at your hip from how much your legs hurt. Despite it, the dampness of the tiles clung to your skin, helped heal you the smallest bit, but what a relief it was.

"Would you still dare to not utter a word, even if they'd receive punishment?" Alex questions, "I won't hurt them, if you just say something to me, tell me you won't come for me if I free you." It was almost begging, at this point.

Morpheus remains as silent as ever, and he knows that even if he doesn't deserve it, you understand.

"Are you that apathetic, that you'd let them die for your silence?" Alex questions, "Or are you just truly that selfish?"

"Idiocy runs in the family, it seems," Your somehow still elegant voice breaks the tension, "First your father, now you," You look up, blood having stained your lips, "If you wanted me dead, I'd have met my fate long ago, do you think him stupid? Or I?"

"Bold, you are, to be speaking so when I could kill you right now." Alex threatens, though you know it's not a threat of substance.

"So then do it, relieve your pistol of it's cage, and shoot a bullet through my skull, I implore you," You dare, "My body is weak, my mind is not. I am not a feeble maiden, I harbor venom on my tongue, for the likes of you."

Alex can't do much but simply stare, anger slowly drawing on his face from being embarrassed by someone he was holding captive.

"He may not speak to you, but I so willingly offer my words at your plate, since you are so hungry for conversation," You spit, rage boiling in your gut, "What's wrong? Haven't you been begging at his feet for conversation? I offer it to you now, and you stare back at me with your mouth gaping like a salmon out of water."

"You shut your filthy mouth, you rotten creature. You speak when spoken to." He threatens and a dry laugh leaves you.

"Or what, My Lord?" You sarcastically ask, "You'll hurt me? Cut my hair? Rip my fingernails off?" You hold up a hand that wasn't keeping you upright, and wiggle your fingers with a weak grin, "Your threats are meaningless, as I have lived all you offer already, and your offering is pathetic in nature, as it matches you perfectly. You're an idiot, Alex Burgess, and so was your father."

He turns his body to face you now, and Morpheus can hardly believe you had a heart of steel, even after all you went through. You still remained as bold as when he first saw you captured.

"What connection have you assumed us to have, Alex? Does seaweed replace your brain? Have the fumes of your alchemy eaten away at your brain already? Before the day your father captured me, The King and I had met not." You glare at Alex, "To what reason would he feel for breaking his silence, just because little Alex Burgess got his big, strong men to hurt little old me, hm?"

"You are a foul creature of the devil himself, speak another word and I promise you will regret it." Alex threatens, a rageful look in his eyes.

"At least the devil doesn't live in dishonor and cowardice-" You began, but were interrupted by a very harsh slap from Alex.

Your cheek stung, and your neck ached from how fast your head had turned, but even so, it didn't break your resolve like he had intended it to do. At first, your complete silence had satisfied him, yet angered Dream, and he had walked back to where he once stood in front of the sphere with full intention of once again trying to get Dream to speak. The eerie laugh that left your lips made his hair stand, gooseflesh running down his arms. It terrified him right to his psyche, and the look on his face was enough to bring a wave of satisfaction to Dream.

You couldn't explain why you were laughing, why it bubbled out of your throat, but perhaps the idea of the supposedly oh so strong Alex had been boiled down to slapping an otherworldly creature such as yourself, yet tried to act so bold in front of Morpheus. Or perhaps you had finally, truly lost it. Perhaps the torture had finally broke you, in a way that wasn't expected. Sure, while Roderick was sinister and sadistic, at least he had some semblance of an IQ about him. Alex Burgess, is his father, without the confidence, without the sadistic edge that he tries so hard to fake.

He wasn't even the one doing your torture, it was always one of the men under his employment. Alex had not the courage to look you in the eye and complete his own whims, and while you hoped Roderick was rotting in Hell, at least he could give you the dignity of looking you in the eye.

"You are nothing but a little marble trying to be a pearl, a dolphin trying to be a great white," Your laugh dissipates slowly, tone darkening, "You will die in your efforts, Alex. I only hope I am there, to watch you in your final moments of struggle, and know you died unable to do the one thing your aging body has been trying to accomplish since you murdered your father," You look over your shoulder, hair falling in your face, striking eyes wild with a darkness you hadn't felt before.

"Why must you make things so difficult?!" Alex questions, though his voice falters.

"I may not have much strength left in me, but I have enough to make you a promise of the sea. The oceans will anger upon catching a glimpse of your face at their waters, your bathwater will feel like weights pulling you down, no umbrella will keep you from getting drenched during rainfall," You promise quietly, feeling quite nearly the last bit of your power leaving you, "You won't find happiness on beach sunsets, on spring showers, loving baths with your husband, and I promise the creatures of the deep will swallow you whole if you dare enter their waters. Music will pound at your skull, making it unbearable to listen to. Every creature, from creatures of the sea, to amphibians, will find solace in devouring your flesh."

"I...I've had enough out of you!" Alex stutters, calling out for his men to hold you still.

Once again, Dream finds himself thinking that three men holding you in your place, with your neck bared, is an excessive use of force when you were so clearly unable to even stand on your own from your injuries. He wonders if somehow Alex enjoyed it, knowing he had so many men so loyally at his beck and call, able to do whatever he told them to do since he was too cowardly to do it himself. Perhaps so, and even though the scene makes his very stomach churn, he can't bring himself to look away.

You had known it would've boiled down to this anyway, with Alex using something against you, in order to entice Morpheus into speaking. It seems that even if it didn't outwardly appear so, you were always two steps ahead of Alex, and the poor fool was too much of an idiot enveloped in his own anger to even realize he was feeding right into your trap. Why had you sped up the end result, though? Was it so you'd have the dignity of knowing it was on your own terms?

To spare him the humiliation of knowing he couldn't speak to save you from whatever Alex had planned? To spare him the guilt of knowing? Your mind was a mystery, but he found himself marveling at your intelligence, and worrying if you'd really make it through everything. Anyone could tell you were already barely making it, just by looking at you. How your skin now had a sickly undertone, how your skin peeled and flaked from the lack of water...

No matter what, he was going to get out of here somehow, and grant you freedom as well, he was just awaiting the right time. Alex retrieved a syringe from seemingly out of nowhere, filled with a mysterious thick, black liquid.

"Do you know what this is?" Alex questions, "Because I don't, not really, but that book my father left behind? Well...It told me of a little way to really make you shut that vile mouth of yours," He begins, "Make you an obedient little puppy."

"Little Alex Burgess, can't even silence me on his own," You laugh, "Has to use a little magic in his aid."

"Foul-mouthed mer-creature, I will enjoy this greatly."

And before you knew it, his hand was coming down, syringe painfully piercing your neck. A noise of pain left your lips as the liquid was slowly pumped into your bloodstream. It hurt, it felt like the liquid was too big for your very veins, sticking and clinging to the walls of your arteries like tar. It was enough to have you feeling sickly, and you were certain that if you had anything to throw up, that it would be on the stone floor by now. Onyx tinted your blood vessels, making a visible stain as it quickly travelled through your veins.

Alex moved away, stuffing the syringe into his pocket, smiling in satisfaction of the silence that fell over you. Vaguely, you could hear him, though your vision ran blurry. Darkness spotted your sight, like quilled ink dropping onto your very corneas; and you couldn't tell if it was from the substance that was just pumped into you, or your body finally giving out. A migraine plagued you next, so great that your head fell into your hands, fingers gripping your hair from the pain, and yet you couldn't make a sound.

Despite how much your own head hurt you, it felt like your mind was swimming in the worst way. It was like the thick ink was dragging your very muscles down, leaving you even weaker than you were before. It wasn't shocking that you didn't notice them moving a sphere into the room, placing it beside Dream's, you were too busy silently coughing and gagging on the liquid as it slowly stuck your throat. The guards hauling your weak frame up, and almost tossing you into the sand-filled sphere escaped you, had it not been for the humiliating removal of your clothes.

For once, you actually welcomed the warm, dry sand graining against your already dry flesh. It was truly the only thing grounding you, reminding you of where and who you were. For once, genuine fear crept into your heart; fear of losing who you were, of losing memory of where you'd been, reduced to nothing but a floundering fish out of water. Such a fate, was far worse than death, and yet it seems like there's nothing you could do to help yourself. At least when you were thrown in, you'd landed on your side, knees close to your chest.

The bright light did little to aid your vision, though you currently could barely think clearly enough to note such a fact, let alone ponder it's correlation to the substance running through you. Unwillingly, you finally let the dark spots clouding your vision take over, leaving you somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.

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