#aleister black oneshot

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Some rules, I suppose

I suppose I should start with some basic rules for requests, even if nobody really cares all that much. Greetings, call me SC.

-I’m really only gonna write for the characters that I, personally, think need more content. So, really, only the characters that I really like.

-if you need help coming up with a request, I now have a prompts List!

-Ok this is gonna sound so mean but please don’t take it the wrong way: I’m not gonna write any LGBTQ stuff because that makes me uncomfortable. My sincerest and most humble apologies, i promise i don’t hate y’all.

-surprise, surprise, look who went through some sight character development. Just a bit. I still will only be writing for afab reader, however! I won't be ignoring characters' sexualities. So I will be headcanoning certain characters as Bi, specifically. (Lmao the opposite of bi erasure) sorry if this is weird, but I've gotten slightly more comfortable with the idea of certain characters being bisexual disasters. Still don't hate the LGBT+ people, I'm just not quite comfortable writing anything but straight relationships as of right now. (Please don't come after me, I spent a half hour re-writing this trying to be as inoffensive as possible TwT)

-It has been decided. I do, in fact, write NSFW headcanons. Check out my blog specifically for this sort of thing, @herehavesomespicyheadcanons. All previous NSFW posts will be moved there, and any naughty asks from here will be answered there.

-would you like oneshots? I can do that. Give me something interesting to work with and i might be able to get past my horrible writer’s block (ack).

-be patient please, it could take me anywhere from 2 hours to 5 months to get around to writing your requests. I get absolutely horrid writer’s block, and i am also a bit of a perfectionist with my writing.

-absolutely no incest or pedophilia. End of discussion. I don’t care if Ferid Bathory is the character i’m writing about, the answer is no.

-not gonna write for threesomes. They make me uncomfy.

-I now tag any general questions as 'SC's faq'. Check through those tags to see if I've already answered your questions! If I do not respond to your question, assume I've already answered it before!

Fandoms/characters I write for (subject to change)

My Hero Academia

Hitoshi Shinso, Neito Monoma, Tamaki Amajiki, Mr. Compress, Denki Kaminari

Fullmetal Alchemist

Envy, Ling Yao, Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric

Fairy Tail

Freed Justine, Rogue Cheney, Midnight/Macbeth, Lahar

Blue Exorcist

Rin Okumera, Mephisto Pheles, Renzo Shima

Demon Slayer

Obanai Iguro, Enmu, Zenitsu Agatsuma

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Shun Kaido, Uryoku Chono

Death Note

L Lawleit, Mello, Near, Touta Matsuda

Servamp

Pretty much any of them, but my faves are Tsubaki, Sakuya, and probably Kuro and Lawless.

Seraph of the End

Ferid Bathory, Lacus Welt, Rene Simm, Urd Geales, Ky Luc

Naruto

Gaara, Neji, Rock Lee

Bungo Stray Dogs

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa, Edgar Allen Poe, Sigma, Fyodor(?), Doppo Kunikida(?), Kenji Miyazawa (?), Edogawa Ranpo (?), Mushitarou Oguri

Black Butler

Ash Landers, Snake, Charles Grey, Aleister Chambers, Drossel Keinz, Gregory Violet

The Case Study of Vanitas

Noé Archiviste, Vanitas, Johann, Roland

Nanbaka

Seitarou Tanabata, Ruka Gojou, Kiji Mitsuba

Yona of the Dawn

Jae-Ha, Tae-Jun

Events/Extras

Twelve Days of Christmas

SC’s Silly Little Q+A (permanent event)

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Temptation - Aleister Black (Smut)

Aleister Black smut as requested by anon

Disclaimer: I write all my stories in a kayfabe fashion where the superstars are true to their TV personalities unless requested otherwise.    

Warning: Smut, BDSM (bondage, candle wax, some choking, etc.), some adult language.

Background: OC (Y/N) is the manager/valet for Aleister Black. She’s always been attracted to the dark side of him, but when he pays her a visit to her home, she realizes what she’s really in for.  

— It’s a gloomy & cold day here where I live so writing something on the darker side of things really got the creativity flowing for me. I really do love Aleister’s dark persona and I imagine he has some very particular kinks in the bedroom. This one got a little longer than planned... I actually ended up liking the backstory so much that I may or may not write a story based on this in the near future. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, anon! —

I sat on the floor next to the window, listening to the rain patter on the glass as I read my tarot cards. It was a cold, rainy, Spring day. The perfect time to isolate myself at home like the hermit I was during the couple days I had off from being on the road.  The room was filled with lit candles and occult objects as decoration. I had always enjoyed the more mysterious side of things and my home did a great job of expressing that. My dark personality made me the perfect person to manage Aleister Black both on screen and off.  

I was stirred from my thoughts as I heard a knock at my door. I looked at the door, unsure if I had been expecting anyone. I stood up and walked to the door, tying my black silk robe to hide the fact that I was naked underneath it. I opened the door just a crack to see who was on the other side.  

“Aleister?” I asked. He stood outside the doorway, the hood of his black sweatshirt pulled over his head to keep the cold rain from soaking him.  

“Can I come in?” He asked, his eyes piercing mine.

“Of course,” I said. I opened the door, allowing him to step inside. He’d never been in my home; his eyes looked around curiously. A smirk showing his approval at the décor. I crossed my arms, regretting not having gotten dressed before answering the door.  

“You have a lovely home, (Y/N),” he said, sliding his fingers across the items displayed on a bookshelf.

“Thanks,” I said, biting my tongue and pausing for a moment. “Did you need something?”

He turned to me, a devilish smirk on his face. He took a step closer to me. “Actually,” he said, his voice low. “I do need something.”

“What might that be?” I asked.

The look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine, whether it was from anxiety or arousal I couldn’t really tell. Something about his mysterious visit to my house was incredibly sexy to me. He and I had always shared a sexual tension, but because of our professional obligation to each other, neither of us had ever acted on anything.  Aleister stepped closer to me until my back was against the door.

“I need you,” he whispered harshly in my ear. “I can’t deny the temptation anymore.”

He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled back, ensuring that my neck crooked upwards so that I could look him in the eye. Before I was able to respond, his lips came crashing onto mine, kissing me as though he was about to devour me. I kissed him back, matching his passion, as I clawed my long black fingernails against his chest through his hoodie.  

In an instant he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, carrying me into the living room of my house.  

“The bedroom?” He asked, his voice demanding.

“Down the hall on the left,” I answered.  

He carried me there, throwing me onto the bed roughly. As I propped myself up with my elbows, my robe had loosened, barely covering my form. Aleister smirked again at the sight as he began to undress. I just watched, biting my lip as he slowly revealed his tattooed body. His eyes took a moment to explore my room as he tossed his clothing aside. He made his was around the room, lighting various candles. His smirk turning to a lustful grin as he noticed the red silk ribbons tied to my bedposts. My face turned a deep shade of red as my dirty little secret became obvious.  

“I should have known you liked it rough,” Aleister teased, leaning over the bed and grabbing me by an ankle. He yanked me closer and began using the silk ribbon to secure my leg. I squeaked in surprise, completely aroused by his dominance. After he secured my other ankle to the other ribbon, leaving my legs with limited movement, he crawled on top of me. He straddled my waist, untying my robe and sliding it open to reveal my naked body completely. He licked his lips before grabbing my wrists and quickly tying securing them like he did with my ankles.  

“What are you going to do to me, master?” I asked, using a seductively innocent tone.  

He looked down at me and leaned in close, his breath hot on my ear and neck, “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever fantasized about.”  

I moaned as he grabbed me by the neck, kissing me hard and shoving his tongue into my mouth. He grinded against me, teasing my already wet pussy. Breaking the kiss, he reached for the candle on my bedside table. I nodded at him, letting him know I was okay with what he was about to do. Slowly, with one hand reaching down to rub my clit, he used the other to lightly drip the hot wax onto my chest and stomach. I moaned at the sensation, gasping as I felt him shove two fingers into me. My hips bucked, causing more wax to fall onto me, making me wince. He put the candle back in its place and continues fingering me while his mouth began to suck on my neck. I gasped, moaning loudly, as my soft spot began to throb. He began to feel the tightening of my walls with his fingers and pulled them out.

“You have to beg for it,” he demanded, his voice muffled into my neck as he grabbed my hair with his other hand.  

“P-please,” I panted, “please, let me come, Aleister.”

His fingers slid back into me and resumed their work, after a few moments my hips bucked again and I screamed Aleister’s name as the orgasm seared through me. Without warning, he positioned himself and rammed his cock inside my tight pussy causing me to scream again. His hands gripped my hinds tightly as he thrusted quickly in and out of me.  

“You’re fucking pussy is mine,” he said through gritted teeth.  

“Yes,” I cried, “my pussy is yours, Master Aleister.”

He leaned down, kissing me as he thrusted. He broke the kiss to demand, “I’m going to free your hands, and you’re going to claw at my back with those nails of yours.”

I nodded; he took a moment to free my hands before resuming his thrusts. I did as he instructed me, wrapping my arms around him and running my fingernails against his back. He shivered in pleasure as My nails scratched him. His mouth found my breasts as he began licking and biting at them. Our moans filled the room. He began to slow his thrusts, lifting a hand to my neck, lightly choking me. I gasped, completely turned on by his power. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, causing him to wince now. Before long, he pulled out of me, his cum ejaculating onto my stomach. He collapsed on his back, next to me, neither of us saying a word for a moment.  

“That was fucking amazing,” I said, trying to catch my breath.  

Aleister rolled onto his side, facing me. That devilish smirk painted his lips again. “Ah, (Y/N), you have no fucking idea... The things I’m going to do to you next.”  

[inagetawaycarxo]

“Right now? Honey, we’re in public” with Aleister Black please ?

❝Fuck you.❞ + ❝Right now? Honey, we’re in public.❞ w/ Aleister Black

Summary: You’re annoyed at Aleister because he won’t let you go shopping at Victoria Secret

WARNINGS: fluff, are glares warnings?

Word Count: 133

“But, I want to go there.” You whined, for the fifth time, pouting at him, as you stood in front of him, while he sat on the bench.

“Their bras are overly priced.” Aleister responded.

“So, doesn’t mean I can’t look, beside some of their stuff isn’t too overly priced.” You replied, making Aleister rub his forehead with his hand in frustration.

“No.” he grunted, giving you a stern look. Your pout turned into a thin line as you glared at him. if looks could kill Aleister would be dead.

“Fuck you.” You grunted, sitting beside him in a huff, and pouting like a toddler who didn’t get their way.

“Right now? Honey, we’re in public.” Aleister replied, making you roll your eyes, and look away from him, shaking your head in disgust.

[oneshotsandheadcanons]

Feelings - Aleister Black

Request;  Hey if you are still taking requests, can do a oneshot with Aleister Black x Male Reader... where Aleister has always loved the reader since NXT but it isn't until he sees Randy Orton flirting with the reader that he confesses his feelings to the reader and they have a hot make out session (can it be the readers first kiss as well)

Requested by @issacloveswwe

Summary; Aleister has never been one to express his feelings, keeping himself to himself, but everyone has figured out his feelings towards the best man to come from NXT to RAW, but he won’t admit it. Randy decides to prompt him into telling his feelings.

I had done it, I had a championship opportunity. I’d won a #1 Contender’s Match against Kevin, AJ, and Baron. I was backstage now, being congratulated by other RAW superstars. The champ himself, Seth Rollins, came over to me.

“Hey man, congratulations.” He smiled, patting me on the back. “You did great out there, can’t wait for our match.”

“Thanks dude.” I smiled. “I appreciate it.”

Seth walked off after, to get ready for his match. As he left, I saw Aleister across the room. I sent a smile, as we made eye contact, but he quickly looked away and left the room, causing me to frown.

Me and Aleister used to be great friends, until the most recent WWE Draft, where we both ended up on RAW. Since then, he’s avoided me, hardly speaks to me, and tries to not be in any room I’m in.

I was watching him leave, when Braun approached me. “Hey man, what’s up?” He asked. “You should be celebrating, you have a title shot.”

When I didn’t respond, he followed my line of sight, seeing Aleister just before he disappeared.

“He still being a jerk, huh?” Braun asked me. “You know he doesn’t deserve you, right?”

Pretty much all of WWE knew I was in love with Aleister apart from the man himself, and with how he was acting, I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance to tell him.

“Doesn’t stop me loving him.” I sighed. “I don’t even know what I did to him.”

“I don’t think you did anything.” Braun said, giving me a smile. “But it will get better.”

“I hope so.” I sighed. Braun wandered off towards Randy, who had just entered the room. After about a minute of them talking, Randy headed over to me, whilst Braun disappeared.

“Hey man, congrats.” Randy smiled, pulling me into a huge embrace. “You did awesome out there.”

“Thanks Randy.” I smiled, hugging him back. “Looks like all that hard work was worth it.”

As we were just letting each other go, Aleister returned, Braun behind him. He went over to the other side of the room again, making me sigh,

“Forget him.” Randy smiled, running his hand down my arm. “You deserve so much better than him.”

I gave Randy a small smile, but didn’t answer.

“Hey, maybe me and you could celebrate?” He suggested, with a smirk, his arm snaking around my waist. “Just the two of us.”

Before I could respond to him, Aleister was standing between us, sending a death glare in Randy’s direction.

“He’s not going anywhere with you.” He told Randy, sharply.

“Why aren’t I?” I asked him. “I’m a grown man, I can make my own decisions.”

Aleister wasn’t allowed to step in like this after ignoring me for so long, especially with the protective act. He tried to answer but I cut him off.

“Why does it matter to you anyway? I clearly mean nothing to you,” I frowned at him.  “You’ve shown that by ignoring me since I got called up to RAW. So don’t think you can tell me what to do now.”

Aleister sighed, taking a step closer, so we were face to face, before anyone could say anything else, his lips were on mine, my face cupped in his hands.

“Y/N, you know I’m no good with expressing feelings.” He said, once we broke apart. “But I’ve been in love with you since NXT, and I thought once we were on different rosters, I could get over you. Turns out I couldn’t. So I thought avoiding you and making you hate me, might help me, but I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed him again. “So, how about instead of going out with Randy to celebrate, me and you go out?” He suggested.

“Let me go get changed, and let’s go.” I smiled. We walked together to the locker room. “Was it bad that was my first kiss?” I asked him.

“Really?” Aleister asked, surprised, making me nod. “Y/N, I am honored to be your first kiss.”

He kissed me again, each kiss filled with love and passion.

[lazywolfwiccan]

New Oneshot

Toxic Pairings: Pete Dunne/Tyler Bate. Paige/Sonya Deville (mentioned) Velveteen Dream/Aleister Black (mentioned) Summary: Tyler Bate is utterly head over heels in love with mafia leader Pete Dunne

@littledeadrottinghood @feathers-and-flesh-and-wrestling @swifteforeverandalways @burn-it-down-boo @flickkick @flightavy @kingslayers-queen

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Guess Who’s Sleeping On The Couch Tonight?

Summary: Baz tricks Simon into eating a scone that isn’t a sour cherry one. Simon brings on the wrath of a thousand suns and Baz gets in trouble ;))))

Word Count: 1735

Rating: T

Tags: Baz Pitch, Simon Snow, Oneshot, Post-Carry On, Domestic Fluff, Baz is in trouble, Lovers Quarrel, Simon has such willpower, Baz is a sneaky lil wanker, Sour Cherry scones are beauty, This got sorta trashy, sorry not sorry, adorableness

I wrote this a couple months ago and posted it on ao3, but then I thought I could post it on here! Enjoy! :D

Baz

“I don’t know, Baz … it doesn’t look right,” Simon says as he eyes the scone in front of him suspiciously. “What are you plotting now?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head at him. “Crowley, Snow! Can’t I get my boyfriend -who I love very much- a scone without being accused of plotting something?!” (He’s right though. I got him a raspberry mint scone instead of his beloved sour cherry scones. He refuses to try any other scone, even if I tell him he would really like it. I want to see his face when he figures it out. Just because he’s my wonderful, terrible boyfriend, I can still have some fun, right? …  Fuck, I’m gonna be in so much trouble.

“I still don’t know … it’s just from a different bakery, right?” he picks up the scone and sniffs it, obviously still unconvinced.

I sigh, exasperated, and start to leave the kitchen. “Fine, Snow. Don’t eat it. Let my nice gesture go to waste.”

“No Baz, wait! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll eat it okay? See?” I can hear him stuffing the scone into his mouth. I slowly turn around, the corners of my mouth creeping up into a mischievous smile, as I watch his reaction. At first, he’s really confused and he starts to chew in slow-motion, concentrating on what he actually put into his mouth. But when clarity flashes across his face and he looks absolutely horrified, Simon sprints over to the trash and spits out his mouthful of soggy, already-been-chewed scone. He whips around, his eyes a fiery blue and a low growl in his throat, as I put on the most innocent look I can manage.

He stalks forward, flushed red, as his eyes silently dare me to speak. Simon growls roughly and a small shudder escapes me. (I can’t help it; his growls are really, really hot.) I stand my ground, even as he grows dangerously closer. Suddenly, he lunges forward, and clenches my shirt tightly in his fists, as he shoves me against the kitchen wall.

“What. Was. That. ”

I smile brilliantly and answer him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Snow.”

“Yes you do, you little wanker. You know exactly what I’m talking about, so, I’ll ask you again. What. Was. That.” His eyes are burning blue and I can’t think properly with him this close.

I blink innocently and give him a small, secret smile that shows more than I’m saying. He growls again, and steps between my legs, pressing his thigh against me, hard. I gasp and he presses harder. “Baz. What. Did. You. Give. Me.” Simon pushes closer and I just about lose it.

“Fine, fine! I gave you a raspberry mint scone instead! I just wanted to see you reaction,” I say, breathless.

He lets go of me all at once, and steps back as he looks at me furiously. “How dare you? Sour cherry scones are my one true love, Baz,” He spits my name like poison and I can’t believe how dramatic he’s being. “I love nothing else and you dare to give me some disgusting excuse for a sour cherry scone?” (He’s trying so hard not to smile at this point: his eyes are shining and the corners of his mouth keep curving up, despite his best efforts. He can never stay mad at me for too long, never. It’s pretty adorable.) “I can’t believe you would do this to m-” I cut him off with my lips and he almost kisses me back. Almost. It takes him a second, but he playfully shoves me away and doesn’t let me kiss him again. I crack.

“C’mon Simon. Please? I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry!” He shakes his head stubbornly, and doesn’t meet my pleading eyes. “C’mon baby, please?” Simon’s a sucker for me calling him ‘baby’. I know it, he knows it, and yet, he still shakes his head and tries to push me away. Crowley, he’s so bloody stubborn!

“ Oh no, Baz. You’re not getting off that easy. No way.” My lips curl up into a smirk.

“Awww,” I tease, placing one hand on my hip and using the other to wag a finger at Simon. “What are you gonna do, tell Penny on me? Put me in timeout? Send me to my room?”

He thinks about this for a second, then his eyes light up and he runs out of the room, grinning like an idiot and bronze curls bouncing wildly. He’s mental. Completely mental. Simon re-enters the kitchen, and pelts a small pillow and a couple blankets at me. Luckily, I have lightning quick vampire reflexes, and I catch them easily.

“Snow, what the hell are these for?”

He smiles wickedly. “Guess who’s sleeping on the couch tonight?”

Simon

That handsome bastard tried to reason with me many, many times, but I resisted. He begged and pouted and whined so much I almost forgot this was the great Tyrannus Basilton Pitch I was dealing with, and not a bratty child.

“Hey Simon.” Baz leans against the doorway to our bedroom, his shoulders resting on the frame with his long legs crossed in front of him.

“What.”

“I love you,” he says in a low, drop-dead sexy voice.

“I love you too,” I say cautiously, not knowing where this conversation was going.

“You know I’d do anything for you, right baby?” I swallow thickly. Baz has already walked up behind me and wrapped his lanky arms around my waist, pulling me closer. He places feather-like kisses all over me, on my curls, my jaw, my neck, my nose. No, no, no, be strong Simon, be strong. His hands move up to my shoulders, gently massaging them with cool, slender fingers. “Anything at all,” he purrs as his hands start to slide down, down, down…

“Nope!” I shout, breaking his dangerously intoxicating spell. He groans, and falls back onto the couch behind us, messy, raven hair covering his face. “You have five minutes in the bedroom to get into pyjamas before I banish you to the couch. Go.” I stated, pointing at the door to our bedroom and listening to him groan again, louder this time. He drags himself from the couch and stomps into the room miserably.

“You are a bloody prat, Simon Snow.”

“I know,” I reply sweetly, winking at him as I saunter across the bedroom and into the bathroom. I turn on the faucet and grab my toothbrush, listening to Baz rummage through his drawers. Or mine. (He loves to steal my clothes and parade around the house like some bloody supermodel. I tell him it’s weird, but I secretly find it super hot.) Merlin, what isn’t super hot about Baz?

“Hey Snow! C’mere for a second!” Speak of the devil.

“This better not be another attempt on me changing my mind!” I call, my words jumbled by the toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. I step out of the bathroom, ready to ask what the hell he wants now, but no sound comes out of my mouth. My breath gets caught in my throat and I can’t breathe. Correction; I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Or move. Or speak. But none of those things are even necessary right now. Why would you even want to breathe when you have Basilton Pitch, standing in front of you, wearing nothing but the smallest, tightest pants in all that is holy and good in this world? The toothbrush falls out of my open mouth and stains the carpet with toothpaste, but honestly? I didn’t give one flying fuck.

Baz wasn’t wearing a shirt or trousers. He was wearing black pants that were so tight and so small, I could see just about everything. His raven hair hung loosely around his collarbones, and his extremely toned chest glowed in the dim light coming from the lamp in the corner. His long legs were carved with strong, flexing muscles, and I ached to be between them, beneath them, wrapped around them, anything at all having to do with those damn legs. I hadn’t even looked at his face yet. Shallow, I know. I raised my head ever so slightly… and immediately regretted it. His lips are curled into a downright dirty smile, his eyebrows are borderlining on pornographic, and his smoky grey eyes are burning with desire and lust. Merlin, Morgana, Aleister Crowley, any other god that exists please, I’m begging you, don’t let me be weak. I want to be weak so bad but I can’t. Please, give me the strength to walk away from the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can’t do this, Jesus Christ.

“Fuck, Baz, why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m not doing anything, Simon. But I could be,” he whispers, and I’m this close to shoving him on the bed and ripping off those fucking pants. But apparently there’s some part of me that isn’t completely hard, because I have the strength to take Baz by the shoulders, peck him lightly on his lips, and shove him out the door.

Baz

I scream in frustration, and kick at the door Simon just closed. How in the bloody hell does he have that much will- My thoughts are interrupted by frantic scrambling, and then the bathroom door slams shut. I smirk, knowing he’s busy doing other things. That makes me feel a little better (okay a lot) but I’m still feeling pretty rejected. I slink over to the couch, prop up the pillow Simon threw at me, and spread the thin blankets over myself. I let my head fall back onto the pillow, and I realize it’s his. I smush it against my face and breathe deeply. It smells like cinnamon and sunshine and boy. I fall asleep, mumbling about scones and Simon.

I don’t know what time it is when I feel the heavy warmth against my chest. My eyes flutter open to see a bundle of bronze curls and tawny moles, pressed against me on this stupidly narrow couch. I pull him closer, and he tucks his head under my chin, wraps an arm around my neck and wraps the other around my waist, all the while being only half-awake. He never fails to impress me. And that’s how we fall asleep, legs and hips and arms tangling together hopelessly, on that wonderful little couch.

[oneshotsandheadcanons]

Hey if you are still taking requests, can do a oneshot with Aleister Black x Male Reader... where Aleister has always loved the reader since NXT but it isn't until he sees Randy Orton flirting with the reader that he confesses his feelings to the reader and they have a hot make out session (can it be the readers first kiss as well)

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