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love-imagineitall · 4 years

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Worthy Pt. 2

Part 1

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x reader

requested by @jojosgirlkat1dluvr

Warning: Seth and Murphy hit the reader with a kendo stick so if that bothers you, don’t continue reading.

As you were walking to catering you ran in to Seth’s disciple, Murphy.

“Oi hey (Y/N), what are you doing down here?”

“Um... getting food?” you asked, chuckling and wondering why he was asking such a dumb question.

“No, sorry I meant why aren’t you ready to go out to the ring with us again?”

“Oh, I didn’t know that I was going out there with you guys again...”

“Yeah I mean you should probably talk to Seth, but the way he was talking, I just assumed that you were going out there with us.”

“Okay... I guess I’ll go find him”

With that you turned around and went to look for Seth, trying to find out if you were supposed to accompany Seth and Murphy out to the ring again. Part of you thought about how this would affect Dominik and if he would be upset, but after your run in with him earlier, you decided that you had to think about yourself and your career rather than Dominik.

You finally found the so called Messiah and he had a weird smile on his face, but nonetheless, you decided to talk to him about the night, “Hey Seth...”

“(Y/N)! Just the woman I was looking for!”

“Okay...” you said hesitantly, “look I needed to ask you about tonight, Murphy said-”

“Yes, yes yes, tonight I thought that it would be best for you to accompany Murphy and I down to the ring for our little promo that we need to do.”

“Wait, I thought you had a match”

“No, sadly that was cancelled, but nonetheless I thought that we should go and talk to the WWE universe and I thought that you should come down to the ring with us”

“Do I have to say anything? Also won’t people think that I’m becoming one of your ‘disciples’?”

“No, no you don’t have to say anything, and I’ll make sure people don’t think that.”

“Okay...” you say wondering why he would want you to come with them to the ring, but then not really use you. Nonetheless you decided that any screen time was good, so you agreed to do and started getting ready.

“Oh and (Y/N) make sure you wear your ring gear okay? Murphy and I are going to be wearing ours, and we wouldn’t want you to look out of place, right?

“Yeah... okay”

Once the three of you made your way down to the ring, you started to feel uneasy. You kept trying to calm yourself down, besides all you had to do was stand in the ring and Seth would do all of the talking. Seth was going on and on about he was the Messiah and how what he was doing was for the greater good. He kept droning on and so you started to zone out, and because of this you didn’t notice Murphy going under the ring in order to retrieve a couple of kendo sticks, but you did notice when you were hit in the back with a steel chair.

Brought out of your trance, lying face first on the mat, all you could think was “who would do this?” You thought that maybe it was one of the other women on the roster, but you got your answer when you got up and caught a glimpse of Murphy holding the chair right before he hit you again.

You were dumbstruck.

Why is he doing this?

Maybe he turned on Seth and instead of attacking Seth he attacked you?

But you soon found out that the two were working together when they both dragged you over to the ropes and tied you up in them. (Like they did to Dominik)

You barely had time to process what in the hell was going on that you cried out when the first kendo stick hit your stomach. You curled over until you felt the sting of another kendo stick across your back.

You see Seth go and pick up his microphone. He looks at you with his sickening smile, then he proceeds to talk to the locker room, specifically Dominik. You think that you hear Seth say “Loverboy” wondering what he meant by that-

Crack

You found your concentration on Seth being broken by the kendo shots to your back, courtesy of Murphy.

You then hear Dominik’s music it and see him running down to the ring through teary eyes, but as soon as he gets into the ring he has Seth and Murphy to deal with, and quickly your hope starts to disappear as they overpower him and soon Murphy pulls out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffs him to the other side of the ring. The two of you are sat there for a moment looking at each other. For a moment you think that they are going to start hitting him, but are quickly disproven when you see Murphy holding Dominik’s head up looking at you, and Seth walking towards you with a kendo stick in hand.

You start to try and plead with Seth to not do what he’s about to do to you.

Crack.

You feel the hit and the sting of the kendo stick, and you see Seth look at Dominik. He says something to Dominik, probably taunting him, but you can’t make it out.

You start to lose hope that this will ever end until you hear Kevin Owens music, and you look up and see Kevin Owens and half of the Raw locker room running out to the ring to help the two of you. You breathe a sigh of relief, but are hit with one final kendo stick shot before Seth and Murphy run out of the ring like the chickens that they are. You see Samoa Joe and Kevin Owens helping you to get out of the ropes, Aleister Black and Humberto Carrillo are helping Dominik get free, and the rest of the roster is chasing Seth and Murphy out of the building. As soon as you’re free, you collapse on to the mat.

You hear the call for a medic, but at that moment you just want to lay there.

You’re taken back to the trainer’s room in the back and while you’re laying there you hear the voice of one Dominik Mysterio.

“(Y/N)?”

“Dom?”

“Hey... how are you feeling?” he asks sheepishly.

You look at him and say, “Oh I feel fantastic” with sarcasm dripping in your voice.

“Heh, yeah sorry stupid question... look I’m sorry”

“Sorry? About what?”

He looks down at his feet and says, “well it’s kinda my fault that Seth did this to you, I was talking to Humberto and I said that I liked you and I guess Seth heard and he thought that-”

“You what?”

“What?”

“Did you just say that you like me?”

“Yeah, but look I totally get it if you don’t like m-”

“Come here.” you said effectively cutting him off.

He shuffles over to you looking a little bit confused. You grab his shirt pulling him closer to you and you place your lips on his. It was a short, sweet kiss that still managed to take both of your breath away.

“Wow, I never knew you liked me back like that.”

“Yeah well I never thought that you liked me either so...” you trailed off.

“Well I hate that this is what brought us together,” he says gesturing to the welts on your torso, “but I’m glad to have you.”

“Me too” you chuckled, wincing in pain.

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio x reader #wwe imagine #wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #hurt comfort #angst #fluff

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excitedlysuffering · 4 years

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For your 300 follower event could I get the word “ethereal” with Sebastian Michealis? I would absolutely die and I know it’ll be amazing bc you’re amazing! Ugh! I love you so much and thank you doll!💘

Ethereal Miracles- Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

You’re too sweet girl ugh ily🥺💓💓 I hope you enjoy this!!❤️❤️

You sighed quietly to yourself as you carefully prepared the decorations for the ball that the Viscount of Druitt was throwing. Ordinarily, you’d love a party, but ever since you’d found yourself reluctantly employed by Aleister Chamber, things that had made you happy didn’t inspire the same joy anymore.

“(Y/N)! Are you almost finished?!” You winced at his obvious irritation. “Y-yes, Master, I’m just applying the finishing touches.” He huffed. “Fine, but be quick about it.”

You moved as quickly as you could, to avoid his wrath. Although the blonde was passionate and poetic most of the time, however, his anger was something you did not want to experience.

Thanks (or no thanks, really) to the ‘excellent’ motivation, you completed your tasks in no time. You wiped the sweat from your brow with your sleeve as you left the ballroom. Next on the list was to prepare yourself for the long night ahead of you.

Much to your relief, your master was proud of your work, going off on one of his signature ‘poetic’ tangents about how elegant the room was and so on and so forth. As much as his excessive talking bothered you, it was better than being scolded, you supposed.

O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O~O

By now the party was in full swing and you had your hands full, literally and figuratively, with drinks and waiting on the guests. A child and his butler waved you over, clearly in want of a drink.

You passed a snooty looking couple and averted your eyes, just missing the lady stick out her foot in your direction. Almost in slow motion, you went flying, your platter of expensive glasses filled with even more expensive beverages, shattering on the floor.

Everything went silent for a moment, and it felt like you were under a microscope. Everyone could see you sprawled across the floor, surrounded by a mess of wasted champagne.

Then you heard those dreaded footsteps of your enraged master, the Viscount of Druitt. “Why, you wretched waste of space! How dare you embarrass me in such a manner?!”

You watched, frozen on your knees, as his hand prepared to make contact with your face. Just before his hand reached you, it stopped and gasps rose up. The black-haired butler from earlier had stopped your master’s hand in mid-air, a chilling smile on his face.

“You would hit a lady for a simple mistake? Especially one not caused by her? If anything, you should be angry at your guests for tripping her.”

Even in your current predicament, you couldn’t help but acknowledge how... utterly beautiful the man was. The light of the chandelier shined directly on him, making him look ethereal. If it wasn’t for his distinct red eyes, you could say he almost looked angelic.

A new wave of gasps and murmurs reached your ears at the revelation. “Here you go, Miss,” The butler smiled, politely, his hand outstretched to you. Shakily, you stood up with his help.

“Thank you, sir, I apologize for the inconvenience…” You bowed the weight of your humiliation heavy upon your shoulders. The butler patted your shoulder, reassuring you. “Nonsense, the only people who should be apologizing are them.”

He pointed at the couple from earlier that you had passed. They rushed away frantically the Viscount on their tails.

“Are you alright?” The boy, the butler’s master, appeared in front of you. “Y-yes! Thank you both for your assistance.” The child merely nodded and walked away to continue his conversation from before.

“May I have this dance, Miss…” You flushed, placing your hand in his outstretched one. “(Y/N)... what can I call you?” He smirked as he spun you onto the dance floor. “Sebastian Michaelis, at your service.”

You giggled, in slight disbelief. This man, with unnatural beauty and charm, was giving you the night of your life. You had only just met, but you were already hoping to see more of him.

#reader insert #black butler #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis #300 followers #ethereal

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oneshotsandheadcanons · 5 years

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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.

#writing #writing prompt #writing drabble #WWE #wwe drabble #wwe prompt #World Wrestling Entertainment #world wrestling entertainment prompt #world wrestling entertainment drabble #world wrestling entertainment headcanon #world wrestling entertainment text #aleister black #aleister black drabble #aleister black prompt #randy orton

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a-home-for-stray-stories · 5 years

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Figure It Out

Your relationship with Tommaso wasn’t complicated...as long as you didn’t think about it too deeply. Avoiding you ex wasn’t complicated...until he was attacked and suspect number one was Tommaso.

Tommaso Ciampa x Reader

Ex-Aleister Black x Reader

There was a good portion of the NXT audience who knew the history between you and Aleister, and the way things were going, they knew eventually they would get some interaction with the two of you – they were dying for it. Now with Aleister out recovering from his attack, they’d have to wait a little longer. Which you didn’t mind, you really didn’t want it to happen. The two of you had been professional, of course, but “professional” doesn’t heal the hurt. Being with Tommaso helped a little bit. He wasn’t interested in feelings and you weren’t interested in dealing with yours, so it was a perfectly doomed relationship. Working with him was fun and so was sharing a room with him. This particular night there was tense air throughout Full Sail. There were whispers that he was back.

“You think he’ll come for you?” You asked Tommaso.

“Not if he’s smart.”

He slipped the title over his shoulder and prepared to go to the ring. You envied his ability to just not care. No music, he walked out with you a few steps behind. He just had to go out there, talk some shit, and leave. You prayed that it would be just that as you got into the ring. Tommaso hadn’t uttered one word before Aleister’s music hit. You almost started to panic knowing you were about to be face to face with a man you had deeply loved for so long. He wasted no time getting to the ring. You instinctively moved between him and Tommaso betting on the idea he would stop. The audience lost their minds seeing the two of you finally in a ring together again. You could feel the rage radiating from him as you stood between them. It had been a while since the two of you had been in a ring together, let alone in each other’s presence.

“Move” Aleister growled.

“No” you stated, not breaking eye contact. “He wasn’t the one who attacked you.”

“You expect me to trust you?” He challenged.

“I know you trust me.” You countered and he shook his head with a dry laugh.

“Oh no…you are not the woman I trusted. The woman I trusted couldn’t stand men like him…” He paused a second and got a good look at your face, “…I mean, it’s only been three years, y/n…who have you become”

“Excuse me?” You shot back. “Wha…”

“And what is this?” He waved a hand between you and Tommaso as he backed up. This was quickly going down a road you did not want to go down. You knew what it was. Tommaso knew what it was. Aleister knew what it was. Everyone knew what it was, but nobody discussed it. Especially you and Tommaso. It was convenience. It was a way to ignore the hurt of missing him. It sure as hell wasn’t up for discussion at this moment, in front of the WWE universe.

“That’s not relevant!” Your voice was growing with the anger, but so was his.

“Like hell it’s not! Why him? Huh? You know he doesn’t care about you.” He was nearly yelling now.

“That’s not your concern!” You yelled back.

“Well I’m very concerned about it.” His quip garnered some laughter from the audience, but definitely not from you. You moved closer to his face and lowered your voice.

“You gave up the right to be concerned about it three years ago.” Oo’s and oh’s roared through the arena. He looked at you in shock.

“I didn’t give it up…you took it from me. I loved you and you took it from me!”

There was a few seconds of silence as you tried to come up with something, but you had nothing. Tommaso pulled the mic from you hand and moved in between you and Aleister.

“Look, bottom line is I did not attack you. I would claim it if I did. And...she’s taken, so you have no reason to be out here.” They stared each other down as Aleister thought it over.

It was odd to hear Tommaso call you “taken”. That was the first time he’d even referenced the relationship. Surprisingly, Aleister backed out of the ring. As he made his way back up the ramp, Tommaso wrapped an arm around your neck, pulling you close to him. Your heart dropped realizing he’d found a new way to use you. Aleister took one more look back before he disappeared.

#WWE #WWE NXT #nxt #tommaso ciampa #aleister black #wwe imagine

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wwevampireamongkpop · 5 years

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Don’t Mess With What Ain’t Yours

Pairing: Sheamus x reader, Cesaro, Naomi, Aleister Black, Ricochet

Warning: nothing that I know of lol well maybe a bit suggestive

A/n: I actually had inspiration and motivation to write this morning. This will have a second part if not more if yall like it enough

Tag list: @tacoshu @gold--gucciempress @evilangel84 @ladytea19 @nerdlife0612 @the-carter-mob-don

Part 2

master list

You had been sitting backstage during SmackDown live and to say you were unhappy was a massive understatement. You had been traveling with the Bar for a few months now and recently you had noticed that they have been fitted to lose to the NXT call ups, which didn’t sit well you. They are 5x tag champs and they have lost to the call ups for nearly a month. Your mood didn’t go unnoticed though, Naomi had noticed your sour yet pissed off mood.

“Girl, you sitting back here on the verge of killing someone ain’t gonna help anyone.” She looked at you as you paced up and down one of the halls.

“I’m sorry. I just hate how Sheamus and Cesaro are being treated.” You pushed some hair out of your face and stood still for a moment. “The Bar are 5x tag champs and they are losing to make Aleister and Ricochet look good. I understand them losing to the Hardy’s last week because everyone loves the Hardy’s.” You walked to a wall and leaned against it. “Hell if it wasn’t for the Hardy’s I would be here, they are my inspiration and reason for being a superstar.” Naomi walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

“I understand you completely.” Her voice helped calm you down for a moment. “Don’t you have a match tonight?” You shook your head no.

“I haven’t had a match in over a month. Seems there has been no need for me at the moment.”

“Don’t say there is no need for you.” She looks at you with a stern yet caring look.

“It’s true though. With you and Mandy getting air time and Charlotte and Becky with their thing, there seems like there is absolutely no need for me. I don’t even have matches at live events anymore.” You sounded defeated and hurt. “I’m just happy that my boys are getting air time despite the shit they have to deal with.”

Unbeknownst to you, Sheamus overheard you talking to Naomi. You and Sheamus weren’t officially together but almost every guy in the locker room knew better than you even flirt with you knowing just how protective Sheamus was over you. You loved the tall thick ginger Irish man and it truly showed when you talked about him.

You walked towards the women’s locker room to grab your things and made your way out to the parking lot. You were riding solo tonight because you knew the Bar was filming their episode of Ride Along, which didn’t bother you much. The only thing that you hated was really driving alone. As you made your way to the parking lot, you heard someone following you which wasn’t abnormal.

“Y/n!”

His voice caused you to stop dead in your tracks. You turned and looked up at the ginger you loved dearly. His eyes held worry which was not entirely unusual for him. You smiled up at him, trying to reassure him that everything was ok.

“What’s up Sheamy?”

“Leaving already?”

“Yeah, I’m not needed tonight and you have that Ride Along thing to film with Tony so I’m gonna head off to the next town.”

“Ya drivin’ alone?” You nodded your head. “Why don’t ya ask one of the other ladies to ride with ya. I know how you can get when ya by ya’self.”

“It’s fine Sheam. Besides everyone has already taken off or has someone to ride with.” You smiled up at him, hopefully to reassure him that it will be fine.

“I would like for ya to ride with someone. I think…”

“Sheamus, it’s fine. I know AJ rides with Gallows and Anderson, the Usos tend to ride with Naomi, Payton and Billy ride together, Mandy and Sonya ride together, Asuka rides with someone and I’m pretty sure not everyone is lining up to ride with me besides you and Tony.” You place your hand on Sheamus thick forearm, biting the inside of your cheek. “I’ll be fine. I’m gonna take this time to be able to listen to my music without being criticized about my taste in music.” You giggled which caused Sheamus to smile.

“If ya insist.” His smile turned into a smirk. “But before ya go, ya gotta promise ya riding with me and Tony tomorrow as well as bunking with us.”

“I don’t know Sheam.” You stood there thinking about what he said. The only bad thing about bunking with Sheamus and Cesaro is you have to room with Cesaro right next to you as you are “forced” to share a bed with the thick ginger Irish daddy you love to call Sheamus. “Fine, I promise to ride with you and Tony tomorrow as well as room with you both.” You held up your hand as you spoke, as if making a pact with the Irish man.

You looked around to see if anyone was watching, not that you were trying to keep anything secret. You grabbed Sheamus by his shirt collar and pulled him into you. The moment your lips touched his, you felt your stomach flip and the need to be closer to him started to get strong. When you pulled away, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest.

“Be careful, will ya.”

“I will be. Don’t act up too much during your Ride Along.” You arched an eyebrow at him just before you pulled out of his grasp. “If you’re good I’ll be nice tomorrow.” You sent him a wink before you turned and walked off, leaving him standing there almost confused before his smirk came back.

You made it to your rental and took off from the arena to the next town. You pulled up to the hotel and as you walked in, heard the voices of Ricochet and Aleister come in. Mentally you rolled your eyes but you knew your face looked sweet to the visible eye.

“Hey Y/n.” Ricochet smiled at you. “Where are the two you normally travel with?” He sounded genuinely curious about the whereabouts of Sheamus and Cesaro.

“Where Sheamus and Cesaro are at is none of your business Ricochet. So please don’t ask where they are again.”

“Sounds like someone is a bit sour that her boys have been losing lately.” Ricochet spoke to Aleister.

“Man, don’t piss her off. Zelena said she could, as she put it, wreck you if she got the chance.”

“Listen to your boy, Ricochet. But if you wanna keep going.” You stepped in front of Ricochet, ready to throw some hands at the man.

“There’s no need for that, especially not here.” Aleister pulled Ricochet back by the elbow.

“I’ll tell you this just once Ricochet. Don’t mess with something that doesn’t belong to you.” You glared at him just before walking off to the elevators and pressed the call button with force.

Stepping into the elevator, you pulled out your phone and sent Sheamus a text saying you made it to the hotel safely but you were in need of a drink. As you rode the elevator up to the fourth floor, you felt your anger drain from your body and exhaustion started to set in. Sheamus only texted back saying that they stopped for a moment to stretch their legs and that they were back on the road. The moment you reached your room, you sent him a text saying you were going to crash for the night and he owed you a drink tomorrow night.

You changed into one of Sheamus’ old shirts, that you stole from him a couple months back, and a pair of booty shorts. The day had been long and tomorrow was going to be just as long. You couldn’t help but think of your thick ginger Irish daddy as you closed your eyes.

#sheamus x reader #sheamus imagine #wwe fanfiction #cesaro #aleister black #naomi #ricochet

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wrestling-male-inserts · 5 years

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Not So Scary

Relationship: Aleister Black x Male Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Sunmary: Maybe your upstairs neighbor isn't so scary after all.

"Can I help you?"

You jump, nearly dropping your grocery bags. Your creepy upstairs neighbor was standing beside your car. "W-what?"

"I said can I help you with that?" He gestured to the bags in your trunk. "I just know you're on the third floor, is all, and the elevator is down again."

He terrified you, but you were exhausted. You nodded your agreement. "Yeah, I really appreciate that."

You realize when you reach the door of your apartment that you have to actually let him in. You try to keep your cool, but your hands shake when you unlock your door and let your neighbor through your front room and into your kitchen. He acted utterly unbothered, making small talk as he helped you put away groceries. "You're [y/n] right?"

"Uh, yeah." You didn't know where he learned that. "I don't think I've ever gotten your name."

"Aleister Black."

"How fitting," you say before you can stop yourself. And it was. A creepy name for a creepy guy.

Aleister didn't seem upset. He just laughed. "I hear that a lot. I was named after Aleister Crowley." You only have the vaguest notion who that is, but it floods your brain with images of Satanic sacrifices.

"Oh, cool." You become very occupied putting stuff in the freezer so you don't have to look at him.

Aleister doesn't say anything for a minute. You're sure he can tell how scared you are.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked. "You seem scared."

"Wha- no!" You backpedal quickly. "I'm not... scared of you..."

"You are." He chuckled, shaking his head. "I get it, I'm scary. I'm a big foreigner with lots of tattoos."

"It sounds mean when you put it that way," you huff.

"Look, I don't mind. I like being scary. But..." Aleister laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "You I don't want to scare."

"That's.... really sweet, actually." You relax a bit.

"I like you." He grinned. "A lot."

"Ha. Like - like me?" You feel flustered, grinning and fidgeting with a lock of your hair.

"Yes. Like you." Aleister laughed. "Can I kiss you?"

"Of course." You nod vigorously.

Aleister leaned into you, kissing you sweetly. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back.

Maybe he really wasn't so scary after all.

#aleister black #wwe x reader #male x reader #male reader #male x male

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adamcoled · 6 years

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the two kinds of magic | aleister black

warlock!aleister black x reader

Summary: Aleister holds more power within the supernatural world than most, so why is it that a human makes him feel so weak?

Word Count: 4,337

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, basically all things you would associate with vampires and evil.

A/N: Wow oh wow I was so excited to get this written, I didn’t revise it and half of it was written at 3 a.m. so pls tell me of any errors! This is going to be my first real series and I already have so many plans for it; I’m stepping out of my comfort zone because I don’t know a whole lot on mythology and whatnot but I’m ready to start this journey with you wonderful readers <3

Part 2

Regret was not a common emotion for Aleister. He didn’t regret things because he was too careful, too certain of every decision he’d ever made. When there was something plaguing him, he thought long and hard about it, tried to picture future consequences. He knew if he ever did something that he came to regret, he would conjure up some spell through a sigil or potion to reverse his mistake, and from there it’d only be a sort of drug to him, an ever-present desire to change some aspect of his life. Aleister hated the world he was born into, the world of witchcraft that his father tried so desperately to force upon him – it was in his blood, after all – and so he made the most admirable of attempts to stay away from using his black magic. It was such a dangerous world, full of an endless list of supernatural beings thought only to be found in fictional realms, and he hated that he had to occupy it, had to live this life of non-normalcy. He couldn’t even leave his house without wondering what sort of batshit crazy demon was lurking, searching for an unsuspecting soul to possess, or whether the next full moon would bring a ravenous werewolf into his town. Aleister didn’t want to hold this amount of power that hundreds of greedy monsters were foaming at the mouth for. So, he stayed away from it in any way that he could, using his magic only when absolutely necessary for his survival.

And then you came along.

You came along in all your beauty, pounding on his door so fast and so harshly that he flung it open roughly, ready to tell whoever was behind it to go the hell away. He lived in the middle of the woods for a reason – very expected, huh? But then his eyes fell upon you, standing there in fear, body shaking and heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.

“Please,” you whimpered, the word coming out as more of a breathy whisper, “please, just let me in. Someone’s after me.”

He pulled you inside gently, trying not to add even more fear into your system, looking you over meticulously in case this was all a ruse and he had invited some sort of evil creature into his home. While his judgement certainly was not perfect, he could just sense that you weren’t anything looking to cause trouble. You were too beautiful, with a face that still held uncorrupted innocence, your hair framing your face perfectly, lips slightly parted while you still struggled to catch your breath. Then again, Aleister knew better than anyone that looks can be deceiving and sometimes the most beautiful ones were the most dangerous…

“Thank you,” you said finally, smiling at him with what little energy you had left. Your smile faded, however, when Aleister didn’t acknowledge it, stepping mere centimeters away from you as he turned your head with the hand that now rested on your chin. He wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting to find, but for some reason having his hand on your skin sent tendrils of flame throughout his outstretched arm.

“What did you mean ‘someone’s after you,’” Aleister asked suddenly, incapable of restraining the thought any longer. You were probably just another human that had gotten tangled up in an evil creature, unaware that everything they read about in books and see in films is very, very real, he thought. Poor them; that was the one thing about humanity that Aleister was glad not to face – the utter ignorance they held. And now here you were, in his house, probably bringing along a bloodthirsty supernatural being, unsuspecting of the fact that the very man before you was just the same.

At this, your breathing grew heavy again, suddenly remembering the man who had somehow appeared in front of you though you were completely alone on the sidewalk. He was surely still out there, looking for you, calling out your name in a sickly-sweet manner, hoping to lure you out of hiding. A chill shot up your spine, and when you felt the man in front of you place his hand on your shoulder softly, you swore you felt that chill stop right in its tracks. “I…I don’t know,” you admitted timidly, still unsure of what exactly happened. One second, you were listening to Run For Cover by The Killers, and the next you were quite literally running for cover from a man who had bared abnormally sharp teeth to you after a rambling about how absolutely starving he was. But, maybe you had made that whole thing up – your mind was a jumbled mess after how fast and how far you had run to escape. “This man…he came out of nowhere! He was making no sense, but when I saw how sharp his teeth were, I ran. And I guess I just…ended up here.”

Aleister knew right away what he was dealing with. His hand dropped from your shoulder, and he cursed beneath his breath. “I thought I told those bloodsuckers to stay out of my territory,” he growled, eager to storm out of his house and find this damn vampire, to remind him that this was his area. He was far more powerful than them; all they had was sharp teeth and an overpowering thirst – Aleister had magic that could serve practically any of his desires. But he restrained himself, unwilling to leave you alone considering the trickery vampires often had up their sleeves.

“What?”

His head tore away from the window he was staring out of so intensely, hoping maybe their little friend would make an appearance. When his eyes landed upon you, your eyebrows were furrowed and you were no longer sitting on the chair in his living room. You’d obviously heard him, and now he had to make up some excuse because to tell you the truth would be to involve you in this twisted world.

“Nothing,” he shook his head slightly, “I think I might know who it is is all. He comes around here sometimes, always looking for someone to mug. He’s a very elusive man.”

“Bullshit,” you spat, making quick stride toward the man you didn’t even know but blindly trusted, “I heard what you said. ‘Bloodsuckers,’ ‘your territory. Tell me what you know, because quite frankly, I know that that psycho had teeth that were way too fucking sharp for a normal human!” Though, your aggression fled your body right as you finished your sentence, because you finally really, truly looked at him for the first time. The first thing your eyes darted to was the tiny crescent moon inked into the skin by his eye, then to the lip ring that clung to his lips in the most delicious manner, and then to the way his stare was practically burning right through you. When a slight chuckle slipped out of his mouth, you felt all her irritation boil back up.

“Tell you what I know, huh?” he tittered again. “We haven’t even formally introduced ourselves, yet you’re demanding for answers.” “I like that,” he wanted to add, but he decided against it. Maybe you’d just think of him as as of much of a threat as the man you’d been running from.

“I’m Y/N. Sorry I don’t think to introduce myself when I’m recovering from a high-speed chase with death,” you said pointedly, though accepted his hand easily when he offered it out to you.

“Aleister.” It was all he said yet the raw nature of his voice enticed you. When he released your hand, you had to stop herself from frowning. His touch was comforting.

“Thank you for letting me seek refuge from a ‘bloodsucker’ in your house, Aleister,” you spoke with an ever-present playful tinge in your voice and Aleister loved how each of your words was coated in mischief. “Now, could you please explain to me what is going on?”

“Can’t you just thank me and be done with it?”

“No.”

Aleister stifled the smile that was about to break out across his face due to your stubbornness. Something about you was just so…mesmerizing to him. He had to stop and think for a second if perhaps you were a succubus, but Aleister was pretty damn sure he was wide awake. “Alright,” he conceded, thinking of how to wiggle his way through an explanation that didn’t reveal the supernatural world. That didn’t reveal him. “Let’s just say this world has a lot of things that most people don’t know about. Things that aren’t what they seem.”

From the look on your face, Aleister knew you weren’t buying it. But then you nodded slowly, accepting his half-truth of an explanation.

“There’s something you aren’t telling me,” you pointed a finger at him in suspicion, eyes fluttering over to the seemingly endless number of bookshelves lining the walls of his house. “But I won’t pry it out of you just yet. Eventually, though.”

Eventually, Aleister repeated in his head. Eventually implied he would see you again. While he certainly wouldn’t mind that, he dreaded having to drag you into this hellish world he lived in. Though it seemed as if his hellish world had already dragged you into it without his doing. “You’re sure of that?” he asks impishly, watching as a genuine smile finally erupted across your face.

“Positive.”

“Alright,” he nods, “eventually, then.”

For a moment, the room is silent save for the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock tucked in the corner of the room. Aleister knew what he wanted to say, what he needed to say, but he wasn’t sure how to say it in a way that would convince you he was only looking out for your safety. After the experience you had had tonight, he’s sure you must be on edge and suspicious even of him, considering he was a strange man who had a house in the middle of a haunting forest.

“You should probably stay here for the night,” he explained, taking note of the fact that your face didn’t contort in confusion, a good sign at least. “I’m fairly certain I know who was after you, and I know he’s not one to let up once he has his sights set on someone.” In fact, Aleister knew exactly who it was. Eric Young was one of the best trackers Aleister knew of, and for that reason he knew he had to protect you until he could speak a few words with Eric. It’s not like he’s known you for longer than fifteen minutes, but he knew he didn’t want to see you hurt. And he sure as hell didn’t want to see Eric Young getting his blood fix on someone like you.

“You aren’t going to try to kill me, too, are you?” you joked, soon realizing that maybe it was a little inappropriate given you didn’t really know if Aleister, may actually be just as evil as the man from before. He didn’t seem evil.

He shook his head nonetheless, motioning for you to follow him as he guided you to the room you assumed you’d be staying in. “Don’t let your fear of possibly sleeping in the house of a killer prevent you from getting a good night’s sleep,” he commented, and while he’d meant for it to be a joke about him, you couldn’t help but think about the other man and his sharp teeth and bizarre words. “I promise you’ll be here, alive, in the morning.”

“You can’t break a promise,” you reminded, tossing your shoes somewhere into the black abyss that was the room.

“I don’t intend to.”

With that, Aleister said a quiet goodnight and told you that you could even lock the bedroom door if you were worried. You told him you weren’t, but when he left the room, you found yourself padding over to it and turning the knob counter-clockwise. An audible breath left your chest, relieved that there was at least some protection from whatever may decide to make you their target during the night. And somehow, after stowing away in the blankets, you managed to fall asleep, dreams consuming your brain and replacing any trace of the night’s previous events.

Twenty minutes after leaving you in his usually unoccupied guest room, he finds himself walking towards the door to ensure you’ve succumbed to sleep and will not witness the upcoming encounter. However, when he turns the knob carefully, he finds that it won’t budge; you’d told him you didn’t feel the need to lock the door, but he isn’t surprised when he realizes you had done so anyway. In fact, he’s glad you did. It proved to him that you were careful and smart, that you weren’t a soul awaiting death due to blind trust. Aleister really needed to make sure sleep had overtaken your body, in case you decided to leave the room and found that he was no longer to be found in the house. For a moment, he thinks to use magic – it can’t hurt, it’s just to check on you for a split second and then leave – but he stops himself, convinced you must be sleeping.

With that out of the way, he wanders out of his house, pulling the front door shut loudly because he knows Eric is out there still, impatiently waiting for his moment to strike. Unsurprisingly, Eric lands in front of Aleister, appearing out of nowhere, a little disappointed that it was not the beautiful girl he sought after earlier, though never turning down an interaction with Aleister. Eric tried to get ahold of his magic at any chance he could with no success thus far.

“I know she’s in there,” Eric taunted, a wicked smile cast upon his face as he sniffs the air, eyes shutting in bliss. He can smell you, you’re so close and as a relentless tracker, Eric wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into your neck.

“You are to leave her alone,” Aleister warned lowly, eyes narrowing when Eric laughs manically. He was such a mysterious character that he even made Aleister wary sometimes.

“Well, well, well,” Eric whistled, “things just got real fuckin’ interesting. That your girl, Aleister?” When Eric sees the anger that begins to overtake Aleister’s features, he figures he’s finally hit the jackpot. Finally found a way to get exactly what he wants. “Because I sure as hell would love to sink some teeth into her, drain her real good. Haven’t had a good fix in a loooong time.”

“Enough!” Aleister boomed, seething at the thought of your pretty face going pale as the life was literally sucked out of you. “Stay away from her and find someone else to make your human blood bank.”

“Oh, I’ll stay away all right. If you give me what I want. It’s a fair trade, I’d say.”

Of course there was some sort of deal with Eric Young. While he knows giving this merciless man any sort of magic or power is an awful idea, an idea with the potential for absolute havoc, the only other option is essentially offering your body up for Eric’s next meal. Somehow, the latter seemed ten times worse. God, you’d really lured him in – a siren, perhaps? No, just an innocent human who had enraptured Aleister from the second he’d opened his front door to find you standing there in terror.

“Or, I could take pretty little Y/N the minute she leaves your house and – “

“What do you want, an amulet, sigil? Bray can give you whatever you want, you know,” Aleister reasoned, trying to avoid granting Eric such power in any possible way. Though he knew in the end, Eric would be the one walking off victorious.

A sudden howl echoed throughout the woods, and the pair instinctively looked up to confirm that it was a full moon. Sure enough, the moon was whole and pulling all the lurking werewolves out of hiding. Aleister only knew of one pack, Roman, Seth, and Dean, who he was on decent terms with and could rely on if things truly hit the fan. They knew not to hunt around this area, and so an agreement of sorts was formed. In the end, however, Aleister knew you couldn’t put one-hundred percent of your trust into anyone in this world. It was how his father was killed, and he swore he wouldn’t make the same mistake.

“Guess the Shield brothers are at it again,” Eric smirked, trying to lighten the atmosphere and hopefully loosen up Aleister. “All I want is a spell that I can manipulate myself, kind of like a backup plan if I ever need it; you understand, right, Black?”

What Eric was asking for was far beyond Aleister; he could do it, sure, but it would take weeks and giving such power to Eric without knowing what his plans were was deadly. If only he had just asked for enhanced strength or something simple like that, Aleister could have concocted it on the spot.

“I understand that you’re asking for a potential weapon. I know you, Young. And if you think for a second that – “

“Ah, ah, ah,” Eric waggled his finger in Aleister’s face, “think about the girl laying fast asleep in your house right now. You want her safe, right?”

Aleister was trapped, cornered. He had no choice but to give Eric what he wanted, the magic he had been inching towards for so long. Truthfully, Eric never thought he’d crack Aleister, yet all it took was some random girl and he was putty in his hands. Eric had a plan, yes, of course he did, but it’d take months to enact once he had the spell in his grabby hands. Until then, he’d hide away, letting Aleister believe he was gone for good.

“I give you this and you give up tracking her completely,” Aleister finalized, folding his arms across his chest. He wanted this over. He wanted to crawl into his bed and think about how you had managed to affect him like this.

“You give me this and I forget I ever even saw her.”

And so the deal was done. Eric would soon have a spell that he could use for nearly anything, and Aleister had Eric’s word that he wouldn’t harm you. That was enough for Aleister. When he hit his mattress, he began to wonder if perhaps humans were more powerful than any other supernatural creature. After all, he’d never been this entranced by anyone else but you, a mere human. It made no damn sense.

The night comes and goes, and once you woke up, your memory of the night before had nearly faded to black. You had forgotten all that happened, until you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and blinked away the remainder of it, realizing you were in a room that was not your own. Then it hit you that you were indeed alive, just as Aleister had promised, despite the craziness of just hours ago. Now that the adrenaline had completely worn off, you couldn’t believe you had spent the night in a stranger’s house – a rather beautiful stranger with a crescent moon tattoo that you wanted to reach out and trace lightly – but a stranger nonetheless.

Finding your shoes that had been thrown haphazardly into different corners of the room, you slipped them on and inhaled a shaky breath as you clicked the lock open. If Aleister was awake, you’d give a quick “thank you” before leaving, and if he was asleep, you’d maybe find some random paper and a pen to scribble out a lazy note on. To be honest, his house had an odd vibe to it, and it wasn’t just the strange decorations littering his rooms nor the ancient-looking books. Something just felt off, and although you weren’t necessarily afraid of Aleister, you didn’t want to spend much more time in the horror movie-esque house. It was literally in the middle of the woods, for God’s sake.

Sure enough, Aleister was wide awake and fixing up breakfast in his kitchen, tattooed back facing you from your place in the living room. If he happened to have made breakfast for the both of you, you figured it’d be rude not to stay for just a little longer.

“Morning,” you greeted, instantly feeling weak once he turned around to face you. Something about how he looked now was different from last night, when the house was void of natural light from the sun. His fingers danced around in circles on the counter, raising an eyebrow at the small gasp you emitted.

“Good morning.”

Maybe you’d expected him to say something else, so when he went silent after that, you weren’t sure what to do or say. Was that a sign that you were supposed to say your goodbyes and go back to your daily life? “Um, thanks for, you know, letting me waltz into your house,” your words were punctuated with a halfhearted smile, “and for letting me live to see another day.” He didn’t speak, scrapping a set of pancakes onto two plates before placing it onto the wood table in his makeshift dining room.

“It’s no problem. Try not to get yourself into any more trouble,” he recommended, taking his seat, “I made some for you, if you’d like.”

“Yeah, sure, thanks,” you grinned, admittedly starving from last night. “Really, thanks, Aleister.”

He looked up from his plate for a second, nodding at you, but things were quiet after that. The only sound was that damn grandfather clock and the occasional scraping of fork-on-plate. Silence like this would usually have you clamoring to escape, yet this one was comfortable and serene; you didn’t feel the need to fill it with some pointless small-talk. When both of your plates were empty, you weren’t sure how to end this encounter.

“I guess I should probably go now. Work and all that – kinda forgot I still live a fairly normal life,” you began, taking slow steps towards the front door.

“Normal life” Aleister repeated the words in his head, envied you for them, wished he could say the same. He thought maybe if he was normal, too, you two could be friends. But he knew better than to get attached to you, you in all your naivety, because when word got around that a supernatural being had a human around, things always got bad. Humans were great leverage, a great way to pry whatever you wanted out of someone in exchange for said human’s safety. Put simply, relationships in any form with humans were dangerous, lethal. It made the human a walking target for whatever sick plan someone had, and it made the supernatural weak. They would do whatever it took to keep them safe. Aleister had already seen that affect through the deal he made with Eric. And if he was willing to give Eric such a strong bit of magic after knowing you for such a short time, he could only imagine what he’d be willing to do if he really knew you. He’d probably end anything in his path.

“Take care of yourself,” Aleister advised, meeting you by the door, “I don’t think that man will be giving you any more trouble.”

You wanted to ask how he knew, considering just last night he had said the opposite, but you decided against it. “Eventually,” you remembered. Eventually you would piece together Aleister and the things he knew. For now, he would remain an enigma.

“I hope not. I’ll see you soon, Aleister.”

“Maybe,” he mused.

Right before you stepped out the door, your eyes fluttered to the bookshelves once more. There was one rather thick book sticking out, and you could just barely make out the fancy script on the front. “Witchcraft, Magic, & Alchemy.” Aleister noticed your distraction and turned his head slightly, eyes widening when he realized you were staring straight at one of his books. Before he could say anything, you tossed out a hasty goodbye and began the trek to your house. There was still that gnawing feeling that someone was watching you, and the crunching of leaves around you did nothing to qualm your unease. Once you made it out of the woods, you felt safe amongst the crowd of people and released a bated breath. For now, you were safe. For now.

A few weeks pass by, dragging on like all the rest of them, and Aleister doesn’t see you again. He thinks about you from time to time, that beautiful human that unfortunately crossed paths with a thirsty vampire and wound up at a warlock’s doorstep. And he can’t help but feel disappointed that he hasn’t seen your face or heard your voice since that morning you left his house. He tries to will himself to be grateful, that if he never sees you again you won’t be put in any danger and can continue living the normal life you deserve. His selfish disappointment outweighs his gratitude, and he wonders what would have become of you two had you crossed paths once more. Your voice rings out in his head, the same word over and over. “Eventually.” It seemed like eventually was never going to come, though he couldn’t be surprised. Aleister was almost sure you’d seen one of his books and probably thought of him as a complete freak now – and maybe he was.

And then you came along again, knocking on his door with much less force than last time. When he swings it open and finds you standing there, he almost can’t believe it’s real – had Eric perhaps gotten a spell from Bray to trick Aleister into something, using an imitation of you to lure him in?

Your face was unreadable, but the two words you spoke told Aleister that everything was about to change.

“Fucking vampires.”

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wrestling-fangirl93 · 3 years

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Aleister Black NSFW Alphabet

Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aleister is cuddly, always makes sure he wasn't too rough

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your ass, He loves his cock

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Always on your tits or ass

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he secretly loves when you wear little to no clothing around him, even though he complains about it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves doggy, missionary anything where he's in control

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

completely serious

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

well groomed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not really romantic

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

only when he has to

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

dom/sub, spanking

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bedroom, he isn't one to share

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

wearing booty shorts around him

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that will hurt you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves giving and recieving

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's more rough, but will go slow on occasion

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only when you have to

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he loves experimenting but isn't a risk taker

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

one or two rounds, he lasts for a while

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he will use toys on occasion

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he loves to tease

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

very vocal in the bedroom

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Aleister loves to watch your facial expressions during sex, he'll whisper dirty things in your ear as he fucks you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

average size, but thicker than most

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You both fall asleep quickly

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xfirespritex · 7 years

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Updated Request Rules & Guidelines

My first set of WWE Fanfiction Requests!

Hey everyone, if you’re reading this and are interested in submitting a request here are the rules/ guidelines of my doing requests. I thought long and hard about doing this and while I’m nervous I feel like doing requests will give me a kick to write more.

Requests will remain open as long as I feel like. I have the right to close them but will give fair warning in advance of closing the request.

Rules/ Guidelines:

1. All requests will be for male superstar / female reader (i.e. Finn Balor X Y/N). I have not written slash in a long time and am not prepared to jump back in. I will be dipping my toe back into that in the future but not now.

2. No self-harm/rape/death stories. They aren’t for me. I can’t write them. Note: Other things such as depression, anxiety, etc. are okay and allowed to be a part of the request but I will not write extremely triggering things. It’s difficult to write for me and even more difficult for some to read.

3. Requests will be filled as I am inspired by them. Not first come/first serve. You can’t rush writing.

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5. I will write fluff, angst and smut. Be specific in what you are looking for.

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1. Submit a particular image/ lyric/song/quote you associate with the request. I will try and use that as a guideline for my story.

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Wrestlers I will write for: (Note, I know much more about WWE wrestlers than other promotions so please be kind if I don’t their characterization just right.)

· Adam Cole

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· Corey Graves

· Dean Ambrose

· Drew McIntyre

· Elias

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· Jason Jordan

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· Jeff Hardy

· Johnny Gargano

· Kassius Ohno

· Kyle O’Reilly

· Mark Andrews

· Mark Briscoe

· Marty Scurll

· Matt Hardy

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· Roman Reigns

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· Sheamus

· TJ Perkins

· Tommaso Ciampa

· Tony Nese

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fandomlife-giver · 7 years

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Mission Impossible (Black Maid One-shot)

Summary: The reader and Vincent attend the Viscount’s ball. They split up during the ball. Things don’t exactly go as planned.

Pairings: Vincent x maid!Reader

Warnings: Violence, crossdressing

Word Count: 3816

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The sound of Vincent's foot tapping against the floor filled the room. As you placed the cup of tea in front of him, you raised an eyebrow when he didn't react.

"Master, is something on your mind?"

His leg was bouncing in anxiousness. He exhaled through his nose and glanced up at you. "Maxwell Chamber. He's our target her majesty gave us."

You rose an eyebrow. "Yes?"

He sighed and pushed the open file to you. "That is his son."

You tilted your head at the picture of a young man with blonde hair and the same violet eyes. You looked back up at him as his fingers tapped the picture.

"His name is Aleister Chamber. If we want to get to Maxwell, we need to get to his son."

You nodded as you placed a scone beside his tea. "And do you have any plans on how to do that?"

He clenched his jaw. "They say that Aleister is a ladies' man. He is easily woed by any and every woman that catches his attention. The best way to get to him, it would be through that method."

You rose an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, but I don't see the problem here. I can easily and gladly obtain any information from him, let alone something as simple as seeking audience through him."

He sighed and stood up. "That is the problem. As effective as I'm sure your methods are-"

"Hm, yes, you would know, wouldn't you?"

"As effective as they are, I need you to do something else for me." He stopped in front of you and pulled something out from behind his back. You glanced down and saw a folded up piece of paper.

You took it from his fingers and unfolded it. What you saw made you look back up at him. "A map?" He nodded and you rose your eyebrows expectantly. "And...what is this a map of?"

He pointed at the first half of the map. "This here is a layout of the manor." He then moved his finger over to the second half. "And this is a directional route of the air ducts, of which lead to every room in the manor."

He kept the frown on his face as he locked eyes with you. "I need you to retrieve the children we believe our being held hostage for the black market auctions."

A smirk formed on your lips. "And, um, who will be the one to seduce the viscount's son, if I may ask?"

He narrowed his eyes at your smirk. "Well...because we don't exactly have any other females and we can't involve any simple civilian, it appears I will...have to fulfill that role."

You covered your mouth with your hand to hide the grin and to stifle the laugh you desperately wanted to let out, then folded your map and looked down.

"In that case...it seems you will have to undergo some lessons."

He furrowed his brows. "Lessons? I don't think that will be necessary..."

You bit the tip of your finger as you crossed your arm over your stomach and walked around him. "Tell me, have you ever even kissed a girl?" You spun around and caught the faint redness to his cheeks.

He gave an unamused look, but the answer was already obvious. "Is that a trick question?"

You smiled and kept circling around him. "Have you ever actually seduced anyone before?"

He watched you like a hawk as you circled around him like a cat toying with it's prey. "Not particularly..."

You hummed, then stopped and stepped close to his face, making him unconsciously step back, but he still stared you down.

"Can you or can you not hold your breath for at least a full minute?"

This only made him look at you in confusion. "What? What does that even have to do with-"

You finally let your suppressed grin show. "Oh yes, much training for many lessons is required."

You picked up the tea cup and handed it to him, along with the scone. "You best enjoy yourself for another hour." You had a devious look in your eye. "It is going to be a very long night."

. . .

His arm was firmly around your waist. His breath was hot and nearly colliding with yours. His eyes stared deep into yours with no intention of breaking. Your chests were pressed up against one another as his lips kissed your soft flesh.

"My Lady...will you allow me to-"

"Wrong"

He glanced up at you and straightened up. "What?"

You shook your head. "If I'm being perfectly honest, it was perfect. However, you forgot one crucial detail."

He rose his eyebrows as you removed his arm from your waist and placed it on your shoulder, then wrapped your arm around his waist and pulled him close.

You smiled. "You are the Lady, remember? You will be in the warm embrace of a gentlemen. A gentlemen who I am sure will be more than happy to get a little friendlier with you." Your hand traveled further down his waist and this made his eyes go wide.

"W-What are you doing?!"

You smirked. "I'm not making you flustered, am I? My sweet..."

While he stared at you, he tried to cover up his blush with a frown.

You rose your eyebrows. It took him a second, but then he coughed and put on a sweet smile.

"Oh, don't be silly, my Lord. I am a Lady, now would a Lady become that easily flustered over a little friendly touch?"

You laughed, partly as the imaginary man, and partly because it was funny.

"Such a gentle Lady you are." He went stiff when you pulled him closer to your body and moved your lips over his ear.

"You intrigue me, my sweet. By keeping you in my embrace, you excite me...I can hardly control myself."

Your lips ghosted across his face until you were hovering over his. You leaned in closer and slightly parted your lips. But that was until a hand covered your mouth.

Vincent narrowed his eyes playfully. "If you wanted something of this level, you do have the option to simply ask."

You sighed and moved his hand from your face. "Master, if you wish to seduce the viscount's son, you must be prepared for anything he may try. Covering his lips is not a guaranteed way of playing hard to get."

"And how do you even know if he will attempt that particular action?"

You have him a look. "I'm a female. If there's anyone with experience, it is me."

You pulled out your pocket watch and checked the time. "Oh! There's only 6 hours left until the viscount's ball. We need to move on quickly."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him away. . . .

His frown was practically stapled to his face. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

"Is this really necessary?"

You matched his frown with a serious look. "Very. Perhaps the most crucial ability to possess as a Lady."

He sighed and spoke under his breath.

"Don't mumble. You'll look suspicious."

"Yes, well I have a lot to mumble about at the moment."

"Don't move your head, keep still."

He groaned. "This is very uncomfortable."

"Shh!" You kept your eyes on him as he walked. "You need to display your behind more."

His neck snapped to you. "I need to what my what?"

"Ow!" He flinched when you smacked the pointer over his legs. "What was that for?"

You smacked it in the palm of your head. "You moved. Any clumsier and you would have lost your balance, thus causing the books to fall."

He huffed as he spread his arms out and continued walking, this time while pushing out his behind.

You smirked. "Yes. Very good, master."

His eyes narrowed. "You just shut it." . . .

"Aahg!"

He sneered through his clenched teeth.

"This is...very...difficult...Ahg!"

You shushed him with your lips beside his ear. "It's all right, master. We're almost done, just clench yourself a little longer."

He grunted as you pulled tighter. His grip on the bed grew tighter along with it.

"Is this...ugh!...is this really what women have to go through?"

You frowned. "Every single day since the damned thing was created."

You pulled one more time, making him yell.

"Aaagh!" . . .

*knock* *knock*

"Master, are you ready?"

You pressed your ear up against the door and heard muffled sounds of someone cursing under their breath.

*knock* *knock*

"Master? We must depart soon, are you dressed?"

"Get in here. Now."

You rose your eyebrows at his hard tone, but still opened the door and walked inside. The sight of him honestly made you want to laugh harder than before, but you kept it inside.

The wig you gave him looked as if it were about to fall off his head. The back of the dress wasn't tied and it's strings were hanging around. It was a miracle he got the dress and shoes on.

He was pulling up the elbow-length gloves as you walked inside and caught his hair as it fell. You gave a small laugh as you grabbed the hat that was placed on the bed and reattached the wig, before placing the hat over it.

You then walked around him and pulled the strings to tighten. "My, my. If you were my Lady, how would you survive? You can't even dress yourself properly."

You tied the strings into a perfect bow and stepped back. He turned around and your smile enlarged.

He sighed and placed his arms beside him. "Well? How do I look?"

You adjusted the hat a little and looked into his eyes. "A vision of beauty, my Lady."

You then flicked your wrist and pulled out a fan. You opened your other hand and a pile of blue jewels that matched the dress appeared.

"Now, it is time to accessorize." . . .

Once you had finished adorning him with jewelry, he was looking at his reflection in absolute horror.

"This is...this is ridiculous."

You only hummed as you finished chaining the necklace around his neck.

"The life as the Queen's Guard Dog has it's own luxury. But you must be willing to sacrifice just as much to have it."

You held out the fan in front of him.

He sighed as he took the fan from you. "Are you certain I have to wear this?"

You smiled. "Master, you must live with these consequences of being the Queen's guard dog."

He narrowed his eyes as he snatched the fan from you, turned, picked up his sapphire dress and mumbled to himself as he stomped out of the room. "That still doesn't explain why I have to wear these jewels."

You watched him go and smiled to yourself. "This is going to be very entertaining." . . .

It wasn't long before you arrived at the party. Once you entered the viscount's manor, Vincent surprisingly became more and more confident.

He stood beside you as his eyes searched the crowd for the son, Aleister Chamber.

In a few short minutes, he had located him, surrounded by women who were trying to catch his attention.

He glanced back at you. "There he is. Go, find any prisoners on the property and release them to safety. Don't let anyone prevent you from doing so. Only come when I call you."

You leaned in to him. "Is that an order?"

He nodded. "It is. Go."

You bowed your head as you curtsied. "Yes, my Lord."

As a waiter passed by, you quickly matched their pace and yours beside them to keep out of the viscount's or his son's view.

Once the waiter had passed over an entrance to a hallway, you departed from his side and continued walking at a regular pace.

The hall didn't appear open to guests as it was practically empty. It was odd, which meant good for you.

Unfortunately, there was a man that had nearly fallen on top of you that was preventing that. You moved to the side as the man collapsed right where you were standing.

By the sound of a blade sharpening, you turned your head to be met with a Chinese woman, holding a samurai sword. She looked up and noticed you, but you only smiled and continued walking.

These balls certainly are interesting. Perhaps I should attend more of them.

You stopped once you heard the sounds of people talking and moved up against the wall.

"Did you get any new produce?"

"Maxwell had us pick up some fresh meat last night. It's a real pain in the lower back, though."

"Will you shut up and just take them to the billiard room? Worry about yourself later, I would like to get home, y'know."

"Yeah, yeah. We're going as soon as Maxwell does his announcement. God knows that distraction will be a real blessing."

"Make sure they don't cause any unwanted attention. The last thing we need is someone finding out about this."

"Yeah, that would be really bad."

By hearing them walk away, you poked your head out. You waited until you saw them disappear down the hall, before walking down it.

"Ah, is this the Lady you were talking about, Ran Mao?"

You looked behind you and saw the China woman from earlier who was now accompanied by a china man.

Said china man was smiling as he looked you over. "My, my. And what a lovely Lady you are, indeed."

You didn't even say anything as you turned and began walking away. Well attempted was more like it, since the china woman had pulled a knife to your throat, which made you stop.

The man laughed. "Now, Ran Mao, play nice." He gently put down the woman's arm and looked at you with the smile still on his face.

"I do apologize, but it seems, according to Ran Mao, you had witnessed something undignified a few minutes ago."

You forced a smile. "Excuse me, but I have a task I must attend to. I don't believe I have sufficient time to chat right now. Perhaps another ti-."

"Hey!"

You turned when two large men stomped towards the three of you. And by the sound of it, it was the men who were just talking.

"What are you lot doing here? This hallway is off limits to guests."

You bowed your head. "Terribly sorry, if you'll excuse me-"

You tried to walk away, but one of the men had grabbed onto your arm. You looked back at him with an annoyed glare as he grinned.

"Actually, maybe you should stay with me, darling."

Your eyes narrowed.

"We could have a little fun together. What do you sa- aghh!!"

He began screaming when you twisted his arm around and jumped up to wrap your legs around his head, then pull him to the ground and snap his neck.

"Hey!" The second man had pulled a gun out on you and fired, but you quickly placed your hand over the barrel. The gun fired into your hand, but you managed to muffle the sound. You crushed the barrel in your fist and it fell in pieces to the ground.

The man's eyes widened as he turned and sprinted down the hallway.

He didn't get far as you jumped up and landed on his backside, which caused him to fall to the ground. You kept your knees on his back as you held his head to the carpet.

"Sorry to inconvenience you, but where exactly is the billiard room?"

He only screamed and you had to push his face into the carpet.

"Now, why don't you try cooperating?"

You used your other hand to break his arm. His screams were muffled.

"Where is the billiard room, if you would be so kind?"

"Agh! The...It's on the other side of the...agh!...the manor!"

"Thank you." In a split second, you twisted his neck. His body went limp after.

You stood and began running down the hall.

The china man and woman watched you leave and the china man smiled. "Ooh, how interesting this lovely Lady is, indeed." . . .

You had stopped running once you located a vent on the ceiling. You had to look around and make sure there was no one around, before jumping up. Your fingers wrapped around the holes of the vent, before you pulled it off. You jumped back up inside and closed the vent with it's cover as you entered it.

There wasn't much to be said about the journey in the ventilation shaft, just the sounds of people laughing, air blowing through, Vincent walking with the viscount...wait.

You looked back through the small sliver of light to where you saw the outline of Vincent, or Veronica, as he had decided to be called, was walking beside the Viscount, Maxwell Chamber.

Well master, I am sorry to have doubted you. It seems those lessons have really paid off.

You continued crawling through, until you heard the faint sound of crying. You looked down and saw the outline of what appeared to be a child. Without a second thought, you latched your fingers through and tore off the vent from its hinges. You placed the vent aside and jumped down.

You landed on your knees, and as you looked up, you realized you had landed in the middle of a room filled with children. The only problem was that they were all locked in large cages that resembled bird cages. Very odd.

You stood up and once you did, the children had all noticed you. Every child's hands were tied and every child had been gagged with a rag in their mouths. You ran to the first cage and inspected the lock that kept them prisoner. Though you didn't really ponder to open it, because you found your own way.

They watched with wide eyes as you tore off the entire door from the cage, then proceeded to run and tear off the rest off every cage. You moved in a blur, too fast for them to comprehend, and before they knew it, you had not only freed them from confinement, but had taken them all out and placed them all in a circle in the center of the room.

They all looked down and realized where they were, and discovered the ties around their wrists were all cut. They removed the gags from their mouths and you slowly turned when you heard ramped stomping coming from the other side of the door to the outside.

Your brows furrowed. "Impossible. How could they have heard that?"

You unfortunately didn't have time to ponder that further, because the door flew open just a few seconds later. Several men ran inside with their guns drawn, but they all looked at each other in confusion when they found themselves in an empty room.

Of course that was before the door slammed shut behind them and locked. You looked over at the children who were shaking with fear and sighed. But as you looked the other way, down the hall there was a window. A moment of relief swept over you as you vastly walked down the hall. The children followed closely, too scared to do anything else.

When you tried to pull up the window, you realized it was locked. But a few seconds after, it wasn't a problem since you shattered it. You cleared the shattered glass and looked down. There was several carriages and a number of men surrounding them. From the looks of it, they appeared to be officers.

Scotland Yard... You smirked. "How convenient." . . .

*boom* *boom* *boom*

All the officers looked up when several kids jumped from a window and landed on the roofs of the carriages.

The man in command gasped. "My God! It's the children! Get them off of there!"

As the officers helped the kids onto the ground, the one in command looked up and saw a figure watching them from the window they had jumped from.

You smiled in accomplishment. "Hm, my work here is done."

'Y/N, I order you to get me out of here now!'

You froze up and looked behind you. "Well, never mind then." . . .

You wiped the dust off your hands and frowned at the amount of blood splattered on your violet colored dress.

"Oh, dear...what I mess I've created."

You looked over at Vincent, who was staring at the pile of bodies that dropped like flies once you came to his rescue.

"Yes, I'd say so. It is quite a mess."

You hummed as you placed a hand on your hip and looked at him.

"Scotland Yard arrived some time ago. The imprisoned children are with them. We should depart before they discover this, master."

He sighed and nodded. "All right. Let's go, Y/N."

He walked towards the door, but stopped at the sound of someone clapping.

"Ah, so your name is Y/N? A lovely name for a lovely Lady."

You both turned around and you narrowed your eyes in annoyance. The china man and woman were standing off in the corner.

Vincent looked at you. "Y/N, do you know this man?"

"Sadly no. I'm afraid I don't have the pleasure...yet." He walked over a few bodies with the woman by his side.

He outstretched a hand to Vincent. "A pleasure, I am the branch manager of a Chinese trading company. My name is Lau." He gestured to the woman. "And this Lady is my sister, Ran Mao."

Vincent glanced down at his hand, then paused to remove the hat and wig, before shaking hands with him. "Vincent, Earl of Phantomhive."

He smiled as he shook his hand. "A real delight to make your acquaintance. I couldn't help but overhear...you are on business from her majesty, I assume?"

He chuckled. "You see, I came to take care of business for myself. But if I may...I have a business proposition for you."

He looked over at you. "And I think the both of you will be very interested."

Vincent glanced at you as you continued to watch Lau, then he smiled. "Well, I think you are worth hearing out. Why don't you come to my manor? I can change into some proper attire and Y/N here will prepare refreshments. Y/N, why don't you introduce yourself?"

You stepped forward and bowed. "Hello, I am Y/N L/N. Head maid to the Phantomhive Estate."

He rose his eyebrows. "A maid, hm? You could've easily fooled me, darling. With those magnificent skills, you could be a skilled assassin. Well, you are certainly one hell of a maid."

You contained a smile. "Yes, I guess I am simply one hell of a maid."

Lau then looked to Vincent as they began walking. "Well my Lord, I think this is the start of a long, beautiful friendship."

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theworldofotps · 4 years

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Tampons & Pads (Monthly Flow Series)

Pairing: Aleister Black x Reader Word Count: 1,089 Description: It’s up to Aleister to get his girlfriend her monthly products. ___________ Tag list:

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"Babe?"

Y/n calls out from the bathroom as she sits on the side of the tub looking into the empty box.

"You called liefde?"(love)

Aleister says after walking into the bathroom and seeing his girlfriend sat with a box in her hand.

"I started my period and I'm out of tampons and back up pads could you run to the store and get some for me pretty please?"

"Yeah just let me get my shoes on, do you have everything else you need?"

"Mhm I just really need some of these."

"Be back in fifteen."

Pressing a kiss to her lips Aleister grabs the keys slipping his shoes on and heading out to the car. Driving to the nearest shop Aleister parks heading inside and looking around trying to find out where the hell the feminine products would be. Looking around he walks to a worker.

"Excuse me, where are the tampons and pads?"

He asks looking at the small woman who gulps pointing over to the seventh aisle.

"Thanks."

Walking down the aisle he stops looking at all the products he goes to grab one but stops once more when he sees different sizes. Different flow levels and so much more he didn't understand pulling out his phone he calls y/n.

"Hello?"

"Lieve schat? I have no clue what I'm doing, I never realized just how much there was in the feminine product area. What the hell do you need?" (Sweetheart)

"A box of tampons and a thing of pads."

"I get that but there's so many different varieties like do you flow light, medium, or heavy? Do you prefer small, regular, or super well I can answer that one."

He chuckles to himself making y/n roll her eyes and smile, she never thought Aleister would be one to make a terrible tampon joke.

"Just get me a regular in tampons, and a medium in pads please, that will be the package with the third pad colored in, on the little diagram provided on the box."

Aleister throws the regular pads in the cart and looks at the pads turning the boxes in search of the diagrams.

"Did you find it my love?"

"Yeah I think so let me send you a picture."

Hanging up he takes a picture sending it then waits, when y/n tells him it's correct he promises to be back soon then puts his phone back in his pocket. Tossing the box in the cart he heads off farther into the shop, he knew y/n loved the chocolate from here. Along with a little something special because he really enjoyed spoiling her be it in an extravagant gift or something small, she always loved it. When Aleister finally gets to checkout it's the same worker from earlier who looks at him slightly terrified. There was just something about his grumpy expression that made the cashier not want to bug him. When she sees the items he begins laying out she timidly asks.

"Monthly flow time?"

"Yeah my girl needed a bunch of stuff I had no clue what the hell I was even doing."

The cashier smiles nodding her head okay maybe she greatly underestimated him but you could never be too careful. Placing the items in the bag she rings up the total.

"Are those any good?"

He asks looking at the flowers over at the floral stand.

"I think so yeah they last a while as long as you remember to change the water when needed. Give them some sunlight and they should last about a week or more."

"I want that one please."

He says pointing out a bundle of y/n's favorite flowers once he's all paid Aleister thanks the cashier then goes to his car putting everything in the backseat. Heading home he smiles in satisfaction as he glances at everything purchased. It wasn't often Aleister went to the store for y/n during her period time unless for some craving food. However, this time he wanted to be sure she had everything she could possibly need that would make her feel better.

Y/n leans her head against the counter as she waits for Aleister he should have been back ten minutes ago. It shouldn't take half an hour to get pads and tampons, her ass was starting to go numb from sitting here. When she hears her boyfriend calling from the living room she smiles.

"About time."

She mumbles under her breath and smiles when he comes into the bathroom.

"Takes half an hour?"

Y/n raises a brow causing Aleister to chuckle as he stands by the tub, handing her the boxes he nods.

"Yes when I spot some other things but you have to come down first so do your stuff and meet me in the living room."

Aleister kisses her head then leaves going back down to the couch, setting the pillows from both couches on one along with a blanket he sets the bags on his lap. Y/n finally comes down stumbling slightly with her sleeping legs and smiling when she sees her boyfriend.

"What did you get?"

"Well first these are for you."

He says picking up the flowers from on the floor beside the couch that he placed in a vase.

"Awe! Babe they're beautiful thank you."

She smiles smelling the floors then sets the vase in the coffee table. Aleister hands her next the chocolates, her favorite drink, some other snacks and a couple of her favorite movies they didn't own yet. Y/n smiles widely touched that he thought to get this for her when he didn't need to.

"Liefde! You didn't have to do all of this but thank you very much I love it all."

Y/n wraps her arms around him as he pulls her into him placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I wanted to, I know that this time of the month for you sucks but I can always help make it a little easier for you."

Aleister smiles as he wraps the blanket around them laying down and rubbing her stomach.

"I am so lucky."

"Yes you are."

Aleister grins as she lightly smacks his shoulder a smile on her face as she gets up and puts a movie in for them then lays back down.

"Just don't bleed on me."

"Oh piss off one time!"

Aleister chuckles at her expression pulling her closer and keeping his arms around her, he loved ticking her off.

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xfirespritex · 7 years

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Opening Requests

My first set of WWE Fanfiction Requests!

Requests will remain open as long as I feel like. I have the right to close them but will give fair warning in advance of closing the request.

Rules/ Guidelines:

3. Requests will be filled as I am inspired by them. Not first come/first serve. You can’t rush writing.

4. Relating to the above rule you must be patient. If you are pushy or flat-out mean about how long it is taking to fill your request I will not finish it, no matter how good an idea it is.

5. I will write fluff, angst and smut. Be specific in what you are looking for.

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2. Give me specifics. Don’t just say “A cute fluffy story with Pete Dunne, please and thanks!” That’s not enough.

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· Adam Page

· AJ Styles

· Aleister Black

· Alex Shelley

· Andrade “Cien” Almas

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· Bobby Fish

· Bobby Roode

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· Cesaro

· Chad Gable

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· Corey Graves

· Dean Ambrose

· Drew McIntyre

· Elias

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· Jason Jordan

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· Jeff Hardy

· Johnny Gargano

· Kassius Ohno

· Kyle O’Reilly

· Mark Andrews

· Mark Briscoe

· Marty Scurll

· Matt Hardy

· Mojo Rawley

· Mustafa Ali

· Neville

· Pete Dunne

· Roderick Strong

· Roman Reigns

· Sami Zayn

· Seth Rollins

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xfirespritex · 7 years

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Masterlist

Tye Dillinger:

Falling For The Perfect 10: Told from the point of view of an original female character we follow the ups and downs of dating, and falling in love with, Tye Dillinger.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Epilogue

Tyler Bate:

Falling Slowly: A Tyler Bate X Reader story. You meet Tyler while working in a restaurant/bar not far from Full Sail University and, without knowing it, both of you are slowly falling for the other. Some cute awkwardness, some chivalry and some smut for good measure.

Butterflies:

Prompt: *evil laugh* This is so much fun!! So… how about a Tyler Bate fluff fest where the reader is Pete’s little sister and is backstage for Pete and Tyler’s match at TakeOver. Tyler is immediately smitten with reader but doesn’t say or do anything out of respect for Pete. But as he and YN become closer, it’s getting hard for both of them to hide their feelings from Pete???

Requested by: @caramara3

Boy: A Tyler Bate X Reader story. Reader is older than Tyler and is concerned with the age difference. insecurities arise, bad communication and a massive misunderstanding make everything come close to falling apart. Can it be fixed?

Sami Zayn:

Freckles & Seashells: A beach day with a bunch of wrestlers turns into much more. Fluff and smut.

I Can’t Stay Away: Sami and the reader are in a friends with benefits situation but it isn’t enough for the reader. What happens when they have a huge misunderstanding and both are left brokenhearted?

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Confessions in the Dark: Reader is invited to a Halloween Party by Jose. There she learns a lot more than she bargained for about her friend and crush.

My prompts are:

Quote: “ are you shivering cause you’re afraid or…”

Location: party in the woods

Situation: stories around campfire

Supernatural element: werewolves

Part 1 Part 2

Time to Heal: Y/N meets Sami at physical therapy and while both of them are healing from different injuries they end up falling for one another. A little angst, lots of fluff.

Finn Balor:

Home Alone Tonight: Told from the POV of the reader, what happens when the reader and her ex are at the same bar and Finn Balor comes to the rescue. Fluff and smut.

Part 1 Part 2

Ruin the Friendship: Request by @ caramara3:

First of all.... YAY!!!!! I am so happy that you're back to writing again!! I've missed you so much!!!! AND... I am dying for some Finn Balor angst smut!!! I've been listening to Demi Lovato's "Ruin The Friendship" and all I can think about is Finn. Let's say Finn and the reader have been friends for years and he starting crushing on her. But he sees her "flirting" with another superstar (Samoa Joe?) and gets jealous. They fight and don't talk for a while until she confronts him. Smut ensues.

Mistletoe and Eggnog: Requested by @lclb13

may I request a Finn Balor one shot where Y/N goes to see her cousin Karl during the Christmas Raw event and she bumps into Finn , her long time crush? The feelings after so long come rushing back and the two just finally get together? Maybe some angsty smut between them?

A Warm Embrace: Requested by @blueblazezz

I would love a Finn fluff where he is being so sweet and helpful around the house even making you a bubble bath due to you being in crappy achy mood from your period.

A Confession: Requested by @caramara3

Soooo I know you have like a billion fic requests already, but.... I had an idea that only you could possibly bring to life!! It's a Finn piece with angst, fluff, and smut!! Y/N is OGBC and has had a huge crush on Finn since the beginning. When Cathy dumps him, she decides to finally tell him how she feels, but he doesn't really respond the way she expected. It's not until she, Gallows, & Anderson are moved to SD that he realizes just how much he truly does love her.

Mojo Rawley:

Let Her Go : When the reader gets an unexpected visitor one night in the form of her longtime friend Mojo Rawley they hash out their feelings.

Trent Seven:

Wildfire : A year after their breakup Trent Seven comes to the reader, hoping for a reconciliation. Still friends but still feeling burned she has her doubts. Will she let him redeem himself?

A Glass with Dessert: Requested by @ellothelongwaydown

Can I request this prompt “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” With Trent Seven? (Is this an okay format?) 😘

Stay the Night

This is my submission to the lovely 2K followers challenge by @theworldiscolorful

My Prompt: #53 “Will you stay the night?”

Adam Cole:

Love Me Harder: Based on an unofficial request from @hiitsmecharlieafter I posted about maybe opening requests. If this goes well I’ll consider opening requests.

"He falls for (y/n) and he’s flirty towards her but she’s a shy girl and she doesn’t open up easily, and is nothing like the women he’s used to, only one night stands, so he needs to step up his game and fight for her."

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Seth Rollins:

Comeback: A barbecue at Roman’s house causes old flames to run into each other. There’s a lot to sort out before they can move forward.

Tell Me You Love Me: So.... I have another idea. I don't know what it is about Demi Lovato, but she is just giving me great ideas! "Tell Me You Love Me" and ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! Seth and the reader are fwb's and while he wants to make it more, she is scared to make it official. They're all out one night and he sees her dancing with some guy and gets pissed. They fight and it ends with him saying "tell me you love me..."Requested by: @ caramara3

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More than Friends:

OMG YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Seth Rollins. Seth and (Y/N) have been best friends for years, he has had feelings for her all that time and is just so sweet and cute to her. He gets jealous when she accepts to go out on a date with Baron. Roman tries to enter some sense into him. Angsty/fluff (you know me haha), maybe smutty. Hope this is clear. Thank you! Requested by @heeltothequeen

Corey Graves:

Leave Your Mark: A visit to the tattoo shop in Corey’s hometown leads to the reader and Corey growing closer. But, how close is too close and when will the truth come out?

Sunshine and Sugar: Hello!! If you wouldn't mind I'd like to request a story!! I can't make up my mind between Aleister Black and Corey Graves, but I think something cute and fluffy for either would be nice!!! Thank you so much!! Oh! I really like cuddles and head kisses!!! Early mornings just waking up and tracing tattoos... I'm looking forward to seeing what you create!!! I'm sure it'll be spectacular!! Thank you!!!

Requested by: @vampire-kitty13

TJ Perkins

More Than a Game: Reader and TJ are friends but when he sees her in a new light he decides he wants to know more. Will this work out or ruin their friendship?

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Pete Dunne:

This Means War: Pete and the reader run into each other a year after you had a fling that was both intense but neither of you had put a label on it. You’d let it die slowly, no real closure but no real wounds. Pete approaches the reader for another chance.

Jealous: The reader has feelings for Pete but he seems to like things the way they are. What happens when jealousy rears its ugly head and it makes both parties confess things they didn’t dare to previously?

Safe: Ok so I have another idea but I don't know if you would write it though. It deals with the reader being in an abusive relationship and Pete Dunne sorta rescuing her from it. How about if the reader is getting back into the whole dating scene after getting out of an abusive relationship and Trent and Tyler set her up on a blind date with Pete? And say maybe one night they're all out and she sees her ex and Pete goes into full protect mode followed by some fluffy smut?

Requested by @caramara3

Tommaso Ciampa:

New In Town: Based on an unofficial request from @sonjashuterbugjohnson

“Y/N is at a bar and this guy won’t leave her alone, keeps trying to buy her drinks. She goes up to Tommaso and his group, asks him to pretend to be her boyfriend, things go from there”

The Road Less Traveled: Requested by @ sonjashuterbugjohnson

Hello! I have a request hopefully it’s not a rambling mess. Y/N and Tommaso Ciampa have a love hate relationship. They are forced to ride together and get snowed in at the hotel. Sharing a room/Bed confessions of feeling all the hits! As smutty as you are comfortable with.

So In Love With Two:

Story Summary:

Prompt: Y/N and Tommaso used to date but had a bad break up. They still have feelings for each other Y/n decides to move on he does not take that well. Jealousy Angst arguing and Make up sex......... (And with further elaboration and discussion) Yes! She and Tommaso used to date but she starts to get close to Johnny over the loss of him. She realizes that there are feelings for both poly for everyone! (She moves in with Johnny after the breakup).

Johnny X Reader X Tommaso

Requested by @sonjashuterbugjohnson

Dean Ambrose:

Weathering The Storm:

Part of the Dog Days of Summer Fic Writing Challenge by @sammiielli and @fan-fiction-galore

Summary: Dean Ambrose x Reader. Prompts below:

Quote: “I will go through��you if I have to- I am leaving.”

Location: Lakefront cottage

Situation: Power outage and stranded

Baron Corbin:

Dancing with The Wolf:

Story Summary: Baron Corbin and the reader are sort-of friends. What happens when they grow closer and Corey is all for his friends getting together?

Part 1 Part 2

Neville

Need You

Story Summary: Set the night Neville loses the title to Enzo. Reader goes to comfort Neville.

Elias Samson

Eye on You

Story Summary: Anon Request -- Hey! Could you write a fluff where Elias has had his eyes on you ever since you came up to the main roster. And that he seems to be there when all the other wrestlers would flirt with you but they would stop as soon as he got there. And then he confesses his feelings to you. Yikes. This sounded better in my head. I understand if you don’t want to write it. But thanks anyway 😘 you’re an incredible writer.

A Gentleman’s Invitation

Prompt: Hey! I love your writing so much! Could I request an Elias story where y/n (plus size if you can) has a huge crush on him and all her friends know about it and they always try to push them together but they never succeed until one day there’s a long plane ride where the only empty seat is next to Elias and while at first flustered they have a great conversation but y/n falls asleep on his shoulder and he wakes her up at the end and she’s embarrassed about it but he says she looked cute sleeping.

Requested by Anonymous

Beautiful on You

Prompt: I just thought of an Elias fic, if this is up your alley. I’ve noticed he wears a lot of floral scarves so maybe the reason he wears them is his signal to his girl that he’s thinking of her? Or maybe it started as a joke between them and now she just keeps getting him floral scarves and he just wears them because she got them for him? And if you care to make it smutty instead of just fluffy maybe they can use one of his scarves as a restraint or a blindfold? Sorry if this idea is a mess.

Requested by @secretagentfangirl

Andrade Cien Almas

My Champion

Story Summary: Can you try writing for Andrade? l know you haven’t written him yet but I’m sure it will come out great if the inspiration hits. l was thinking a fic that’s fluffy and angsty (smut optional or even implied) that takes place just after he won the NXT championship and the reader is feeling a little threatened by his working relationship with Zelina Vega (because she’s gorgeous and was there for him immediately after winning and there was that time he was “known” for being a party boy/player)

Requested by @secretagentfangirl

Johnny Gargano

So In Love With Two:

Story Summary:

Johnny X Reader X Tommaso

Requested by @sonjashuterbugjohnson

Drew Gulak

Take Me Home

Story Summary:

Y/N and Drew Gulak have been friends for a long time and while her crush lingers she is glad to be his friend and by his side through all the ups and downs. After his loss to Mustafa Ali in Dallas on March 20th Drew is brokenhearted. Even more so when the flight home to Philadelphia to see his family is canceled. Y/N sees a chance to help her friend so she alters her plans to help him out. How will this change their relationship?

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Kyle O’Reilly

Strong and Faithful

Prompt: Hey! I was wondering if you could write me something? I would love a Kyle O’Reilly one because there’s hardly anything on here for him. I was thinking maybe she’s dating Adam but she’s always been in love with Kyle and he’s always been in love with her but neither of them know that and then she finds out Adam cheated on her and goes and gets really drunk or something with a bunch of other wrestlers and her and Kyle are dancing really sexy with each other and maybe leads to smut and a confession. If you don’t wanna write smut that’s okay I can try and think of something else? I love your writing by the way!

Requested by: @shieldgirl95

Roman Reigns

Someday

Prompt: Hmm... let me think. I'm kinda thinking about maybe some angst fluff smut with Roman Reigns. Only if that's ok with you. Maybe he and the reader broke up a few years ago because he couldn't commit to her. Now she's started a 'fling' with Jason Jordan. RoRo gets jealous seeing them, makes a scene, and the reader goes to his room to confront him about it. Feelings are revealed, fluffy stuff followed by smutty things maybe???

Requested by: @caramara3

Ricochet

Remember When

Prompt:

I need some Ricochet fics in my life like you have NO IDEA!!!! Ok so here's the idea: both the reader and Ricochet had a thing way back in the indies but it ended once the reader got signed to WWE. So when they see each other again for the first time since at TakeOver: War Games, he meets up with her back at her hotel room to talk about them and why they ended it. Things escalate quickly and smut ensues back at reader's hotel room.

Requested by: @caramara3

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