#sasha banks oneshot

[litaskick]

just anything with sasha banks please😭

my requests are open, request here - who i write for - request rules - Sasha Banks Master List

warnings: swearing

a/n: this one has been in my inbox for AWHILE, so happy to finally be able to put it out

summary: Sasha calls you after her and Naomi vacant the tag titles.

Done with Wrestling

You heard your phone ring, you looked over at it to see who was calling.

sasha

That was irregular, she usually never had time to call you during the shows, especially when she was supposed to be the main event of the night. You answered the call confusingly, putting it onto speaker.

"Sash-" You tried to say.

"I'm coming home." She cut you off.

To say you were confused was an understatement, she wasn't supposed to be able to come home for like another month.

"Coming home? What happened? Did you get hurt?" You asked.

"No, I'm not hurt." Sasha answered.

"Then what's wrong?" You questioned again.

"I think I'm done with WWE." She answered briefly.

"Done with WWE? Did they release you?" You asked. You remembered when you had been released by WWE not too long ago. You were so upset, you had spent years of your life into bettering the women's division and the company as a whole, and to just be thrown away like that was weird. But not long after your release, AEW had called you up and offered you a spot in the company, and of course you said yes. You loved it there, so many old friends from WWE and other badass women. But for WWE to release Sasha? That made no sense at all. She was the face of the company arguably, definitely the face of the women's division at least.

"No, not released..." You heard her sigh from the other end of the line.

"I just walked out, me and Naomi both."

"B-But why? Sasha you're like the face of the company, at least in the women's division." You asked, very confused by the sudden news.

"I'm sick of how they're treating the tag titles. They never take it fucking seriously. Me and Bayley worked our asses off to finally get those in the company and help flourish the women's division. But I guess it doesn't matter when the booking is terrible and the women aren't taken seriously." She explained angrily.

"I guess that's true." You spoke.

"They tried putting me and Naomi into a Raw women's championship contenders match. They're always trying to mix the tag division into the solo titles and it makes no sense. They just want us to push over the champions and make them look better, meanwhile we get taken as an absolute joke." Sasha ranted.

"Well, I think you did the right thing." You spoke.

There was a quiet 'mhm' on the other end.

"So what happens now?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" Sasha questioned.

"Like are you fired or suspended, or what?" You explained.

"Well, I don't know yet. Only time will tell." She answered.

There was silence for a moment.

"You know, I'm proud of you for doing that. Your fans will know who was in the right." You told your girlfriend.

"Thanks. Well, I'll be home eventually, I'll see you then." Sasha said.

"Okay, I'll see you then babe. Love you."

"Love you too."

[claymorexpunisher]

Trading Places (18+ Oneshot)

DISCLAIMER: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy!✨

Pairing(s): Finn Bálor/Fem. Reader

Summary: Finn can't shut up about his mixed tag match with Sasha and you've had enough.

Tags: 18+, daddy kink, domme/sub, rough sex, face sitting, hair-pulling, choking. M!Sub/F!Dom.

Word Count: 2,138

You knew it was stupid.

You knew it was stupid to be jealous when you were the one Finn came back to.

You were the one who wore the gorgeous black collar that was "fit for a princess" like he so called it.

You were the one who bent over backwards- sometimes, literally.- to please him and he always praised you for it.

So, it's really stupid to be practically foaming at the mouth at the sight of him bumping hips and "too sweeting" with "The Boss" and his Mixed Match Challenge partner, Sasha Banks.

Either way, tonight... Tonight you thought you'd mix things up just a little more...

By the time you both got to the hotel you were sure about what you were planning to do.

It was all you could do to not scream at the top of your lungs every single time Finn spoke his praises about Sasha and their "amazing" match that night.

Okay so you couldnt help but think how great Finn and Sasha worked as a team but, you weren't about to admit that, were you?

Not when you and your boyfriend already barely see each other enough as it is and he hasn't even stopped talking about the match long enough to tell you that he's missed you.

"Love?" He says softly with an adorably concerned look on his face.

"Hm?" You didn't even realize that you had zoned out on him.

"Where'd you go?"

"I'm right here silly!" you say jokingly while crossing your eyes.

“Ha ha very funny. You know what I meant. Is something wrong love?”

“No nothing’s wrong!” You see him eye you suspiciously through the corner of your eyes.

“I’m serious, Finn. Don’t worry about it.”

“Hmm alright then. If you say so.. good God I can’t wait to get to the hotel and rest.”

“Oh, me too Finn. Me too…” You say while trying to hold back a wicked grin.

~back at the hotel~

You and Finn make your way up to your room and you see Finn slowly taking off his gear.

While he’s busy getting undressed for the night, you discretely reach into your suitcase for the handcuffs and lube you had previously packed in your own suitcase.

You see, this isn’t the first time Finn couldn’t stop blabbing about the damn with Sasha.

It’s been going on all. month. long since he found out.

But today was your breaking point.

He smirks when he sees you throw the lube down on the bed, but he doesn’t notice the handcuffs you discretely stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans.

“Well love, I was going to get some rest but if you wanna play…” You take a step back as you he comes forward to grip your throat.

“Get on your knees, Finn. ” You say in the most stern voice you can muster.

“Excuse me?” Finn laughs out.

“Get. on. your knees Finn.” You ground out through your teeth.

“Okay this is really cute and all lov-” he’s abruptly cut off by you pushing him onto his knees yourself with a strength that suprises both of you.

You take advantage of his surprise to swiftly handcuff both of his arms behind his back.

“What the fu-” One again he’s interrupted, but this time with a firm hand gripping his face.

“Listen to me. Tonight you may only address me as Miss or Ma'am, you pick I honestly don’t care so long as you do what I say when I say it. No hesitation, no questions. Got it?”

When all you get is a shocked noise out of Finn’s throat and and equally shocked gaze you can’t help but laugh.

“What’s a matter, daddy? Cat got your tongue?.. I said, got it?”

“Y- yes Miss” he whimpers out when you suddenly grip his hair exposing his neck.

“Good boy” you purr out while grazing your teeth against his Adams apple.

You run your fingertips down his perfectly sculpted body until- to your surprise- you reach his very obviously hard dick and you give it a firm squeeze.

“A-ah fuck!” He squeaks out at the sudden pressure.

“You see this? You feel this?

“Who does this belong to?” Finn can do nothing more except moan loudly in pleasure.

“I said who does this dick belong to?” You ask louder while adding more pressure to his rock hard dick.

“You! It belongs you. It’s all yours! Please! Please fuck me pleasepleaseplease! Use me I’m all yours please! I’ve missed you so much please let me-” He screams out while thrusting his hips into your hand.

He’s interrupted by you chuckling seductively while removing your hand slowly away from his already leaking dick.

“Oh really? You’ve missed me, huh? That’s funny because you never mentioned in between all of your Sasha talk. "Sasha this, Sasha that.”

“Sasha’s amazing, I’m so excited for my tag match with Sasha”…. I’ve had to listen to this ALL MONTH Finn. And honestly, I’m tired. It seems that you’ve forgotten who your actual girlfriend is so, I’m here to remind you. “

” Wha- is this what all this is ab-“

"Shut. Up. Finn. Get on the bed.”

You see him hesitate for half a second before clumsily getting off his knees and climbing on the bed.

He looks up at you expectantly waiting on your next instructions.

“Ooh a fast learner, I like that.” You reach out wordlessly to unlock the handcuffs being mindful of how sore he probably already is because of his grueling match.

Almost immediately he tries to reach out and kiss you, but you quickly grab his hands while he makes another small whimpering sound from the back of his throat.

“Uh uh I don’t think so. I’m only uncuffing you because I know you must be aching from your match. But don’t think I won’t change my mind. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Miss, I’m sorry.” You give him a quick peck on his soft lips so he knows you’re letting his momentary disobedience slide.

“Now. Lay back on the bed, head on the pillow.”

You know you’re supposed to be mad at him but, you can’t help but laugh and watch as he scrambles to do as you say.

“Slow down baby, we have all night.”

“Sorry Miss.” He apologizes sheepishly.

“It’s okay, baby. Now, lay on that bed and don’t move a single muscle until I tell you to. Okay?”

“Yes Miss.” He says obediently.

“Good boy.”

You move away to quickly get undressed.

When you’ve peeled off every last layer of your clothes you make your way back to where Finn is laid out and not moving like you instructed him to.

You didn’t really plan this out from top to bottom so you take the time to look at your beautiful boyfriend from head to toe.

You feel a large lump in your throat as you look into his eyes and see him staring back at you with a look pure love, trust and lust.

And you begin to feel really stupid for thinking such childish thoughts.

How could you ever doubt that this man loved you with all his heart?

But, you were both clearly enjoying yourselves so you weren’t about to put a stop to it now.

You make your way towards the bed and straddle his hips.

And it takes everything within you not to grind against him when you feel his hard dick press against you.

“I should’ve probably asked this sooner but, you remember our safe word right?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“But since you won’t be able to talk in just a second, I suggest you pinch my thigh twice if you need to stop. Understood?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Good. Now, here’s what’s gonna happen. Since you so nicely offered yourself to me and said I could use you any way I wanted.. I’m gonna do just that. I’m gonna lay this soaking wet pussy right on that pretty little face of yours.. and you’re gonna use that pretty little tongue that you’ve been running all evening long, and you’re make me cum.”

You don’t give him a second to answer before you straddle his head between both of your knees and grind your wet center against his mouth.

“Come on, get to work Daddy.” You moan at the delicious burn of his facial hair grazing against the inside of your thighs.

Meanwhile, Finn wastes no time in gripping both of your thighs and burying his tongue inside you, making you grip the bars on the headboard of the hotel bed.

“Oh fuck! That’s it Daddy, don’t stop. Make your princess cum nice and hard! Oh yeah.. who knew my big, strong and dominant daddy liked being treated like a little personal fuck toy, huh? How’s that pussy taste, Daddy? I bet dear sweet Sasha can please you like I can. Right, Daddy?” You moan out mockingly, gripping his hair and bringing his mouth as close as possible to your throbbing pussy as you reach behind you to take his hard dick in your hands and give it a few hard tugs.

“Mm hngh!” You feel the pressure building from within you as his own moans vibrate against your center.

When he gives a particular hard bite against your clit you find yourself crying out and squeezing your knees against his head and find your release.

Suddenly you squeal out as you flips you on your stomach and plunges two long and thick fingers deep inside of you. “ My turn.” He chuckles wickedly in your ear.

“This little domme act you pulled tonight has been absolutely precious, babe. And if you had been more patient, you would’ve realized that we were gonna play tonight. I saw you pack those handcuffs. Oh and the lube too. It’s really cute that you think anything gets past me. ” He chuckles while you can’t do anything more than grip hard onto the sheets and squeal at the pleasure of his fingers pumping into your sensitive pussy.

He abruptly turns you over and lift your legs onto his shoulders while gripping your throat firmly and you thrust your hips at the sheer thought of what you know is coming next.

“Stop moving.” He says darkly as he grips your hip with one hand to stop your movements.

With his other hand, he slowly runs his big firm hands up your body until he reaches your long dark locks and he pulls on them roughly, causing you to let a long needy moan.

“Do you remember what I said to you the night I gave you your collar?” He says with a tone that almost seems too tender for the form way he’s gripping on to your hair.

"Answer me.”

“Y- you said that you didn’t see yourself with anyone else. That you knew the second you saw that collar you knew it belonged around my neck, as much as I belonged to you as your sub and you as my Daddy.” You whimper out tearfully.

“That’s right.” He says, still with that same tender and loving tone while he reaches up and wipes the tears running down your cheeks.

“You know we don’t hide things from each other. Just because you’re my sub doesn’t mean your feelings don’t matter to me. As fun as this little stunt that you pulled was, I don’t appreciate you hiding your feelings from me.”

“I’m sorry da-”

Your words are cut off by Finn roughly grabbing your hips and pumping his hard length deep inside of your throbbing center.

“No. Now you are gonna listen to me. No more secrets. Talk.to.me.” He followed every word with a hard deep thrust that left you breathless.

He suddenly bit down and whispered in your ear in between harsh growls, “Now show Daddy why you and you only you earned that collar. Show me why you’re my Princess. Cum for me sweetheart, cum all over Daddy’s dick,babe. Come on.” He reaches down and gives your neck a hard bite that you both know is gonna leave a massive mark.

He’s thrusting so hard and so deep that you no matter how much you want to you can barely make a sound when you finally reach your second release of the night.

“That’s it baby, good girl. Such a good girl. So good..” He releases your hair and slowly strokes the long strands while gently pulling out from deep inside you.

You can do nothing but lay while you both catch your breaths.

“So,” You say after a few minutes.

“Are we gonna discuss the fact that you totally enjoyed me tossing you around like a ragdoll tonight?” You smirk wickedly and fall into a surge of wild giggles as Finn pounces on you playfully growling into your neck.

[wrestingismylife]

I have no idea if this was real or scripted, but all i know is that Roman got utterly decimated..

[spotofimagines]

The Wink ~ Corey Graves

A/N: This is my first oneshot. I don’t do these types of imagines but he was giving me feels so … I hope you like it! (I might do more in the future if I get inspiration but idk)

Requested by: no one

Warnings: none

You climbed to the top rope and threw your arms out, glancing over the crowd. You just defeated Sasha Banks after hitting her with your finisher, retaining the Raw women’s championship. Being a heel, not many people were cheering for you. After shouting at some fans you moved your attention to the commentators’ table. You saw Corey and Michael looking up at you with frowns on their faces whilst Booker looked at his monitor.

But you could see right through Corey and noticed the delight in his eyes. The two of you had been dating in secret for a while. You decided to keep your relationship private from fans and colleagues so it wouldn’t be a big deal if it didn’t work out. But things were going great, and you couldn’t ask for a more caring and sweet boyfriend.

Grinning at Corey, you swiped your tongue over your lips and sent him a cheeky wink. Still staring up at you, he leaned back in his chair, a small smirk crossing his features. As you stepped down from the ropes to get your championship, Michael looked at Corey with a confused look.

“Did..did she just wink at you?” Booker’s head shot up at hearing this. Still smiling from the encounter, Corey gave Michael and Booker a double take. “What?” Corey replied, slightly shrugging his shoulders as he furrowed his brows. Michael laughed under his breath, shaking his head as he looked back at his monitor. Booker chuckled lowly. “Hey well, anything could happen. This could be the start of something good.”

By now you were walking up the ramp and past the commentators with your championship resting on your shoulder. Looking over at them again you saw Corey’s eyes following you. “Hopefully so.” Corey mumbled as he leant his elbow on the table shooting you a returning wink. You smiled back at him and walked backstage.

After a few people congratulated you on your performance, you decided to stay in the gorilla to watch the main event match. You sat drinking a bottle of water, the women’s championship laying on your lap, listening intently to Corey’s voice. You could still hear the extra tinge of excitement when he spoke. All you could think about was how lucky you were to call him yours, and you couldn’t help but smile as you traced your fingers over the belt. Booker was completely right. This was just the start of something good.

[kamabrahr]

Writing Requests open!

Kieran here, ready to polish their English skills with some drabbles, headcanons, oneshots, and anything your heart desires as long as they follow the rules!

I currently am mainly into the wrestling fandom, so here’s the list!

Wrestlers I can certainly write for

Male:

Adam Cole

Bray Wyatt

Chris Jericho

Christian Cage

Chuck Taylor

CM Punk

Cody Rhodes

Darby Allin

Dean Ambrose  (I consider him a COMPLETELY different entity from Jon Moxley...sue me.)

Drew McIntyre

Eddie Kingston

Edge

Jeff Hardy

Johnny Gargano

Jon Moxley

Jungle Boy

Kane

Lance Archer

Luchasaurus

Malakai Black

Marko Stunt

Matt Jackson

MJF

Mustafa Ali

Nick Jackson

Orange Cassidy

Ortiz

PAC

Randy Orton

Roman Reigns

Sammy Guevara

Seth Rollins

Shawn Michaels

Sting

Tony Khan (*cough*)

Trent? (?)

Triple H

Undertaker

Wardlow

Wheeler Yuta

Female:

Abadon

AJ Lee

Alexa Bliss

Anna Jay

Asuka

Bayley

Becky Lynch

Bianca Belair

Britt Baker

Dakota Kai

Hikaru Shida

Io Shirai

Jamie Hayter

Kris Statlander

Lita

Liv Morgan

Maki Itoh

Naomi

Natalya

Nikki A.S.H.

Penelope Ford

Rhea Ripley

Ruby Riott

Sasha Banks

Shayna Baszler

Stephanie McMahon

Tay Conti

Thunder Rosa

If they’re not on this list, you are totally always welcome to ask if I can write for them, and maybe I can, depending on how much creative juice I have in me!

And here are the rules to getting that content:

 Send an ask, if you’re not sure on what you want, then you are always welcome to DM me.

Specify what you want (headcanons, drabble, oneshot) with which wrestler(s), and whether it’s fluff, angst, comfort, NSFW, or others (throw me an AU and I might just grab it!). If it’s something more complicated, I will go over to your DMs and ask you for more specifications. If you don’t specify anything, it’s free real estate for me, and you’re going to have to see what you get on my Russian Roulette for you.

Specify the kinks if there are any. If it’s a no-no kink for me or a kink I’m not used to, then I will go over to your DMs if you’re not on anon to talk it out, see what we can do, and if it’s anon I unfortunately might just have to chop you off the board, I apologize.

You can also specify on certain things like genders, petite, plus-sizes, some illnesses or physical conditions like a person with vitiligo, scoliosis, an amputee, etc., but please don’t go super specific on appearances like blue eyes, brown curly hair or the likes. I might write a wrestler x wrestler or a wrestler x OC for you if you really want it and I’m in the right mindset, but beware, the writing is in my hands and you might not get exactly 100% of what you want.

Please be patient! I’m a kindergarten teacher with loads of work in my hands and some very fussy parents to handle with on the daily (the children are great, the parents...eh), so I’ll get to you, I promise, it might take some time!

With that all said, send ‘em over!

- Kieran

[aerialflight]

Fic Recs (cause it's always nice to give a shout out and get people into things I'm into rn)

[The Magnus Archives] (I recently finished the podcast and I fell into a hole for a while so here you go)

Sing a Song of Sixpence by Kaiel

Ship: Jon/Martin

In which Jonathan Sims is a Siren, and he fails to notice any new abilities granted to him by the position of Archivist. Or really anything about the Entities at all.

Takes place in season 1 featuring Jonah Magnus’s slow decent into madness

(The new mythology interwoven with tma's worldbuilding is so freaking good and I love how all the characters change and develop because of these changes. Also, f you Elias)

Along Came a Spider by Dribbledscribbles

Ship: implied Jon/Martin

Sasha James is the Archivist, as expected. Martin Blackwood is menaced by Jane Prentiss, as expected. Elias Bouchard weaves his web, as expected.

All goes as it should.

At least until something calling itself Jonathan Sims steps in.

(Web!Jon in this makes me want to weep, it's so freaking good. A pretty long, very excellent oneshot on what could've happened if Jon got taken by the web when he was a kid. And Sasha as the Archivist is ALWAYS so cool, we love her in this house.)

A Break in the Clouds by Ash_Rabbit

“I’m eight.” the kid sniffs as if eight was any different from four, maybe not an unspeakable horror then, just a regular horror. “And I heard that the Magnus Institute deals with-” his little nose scrunches, cute. “-spooky things.”

“Do you have a-” he cracks a grin, and then rethinks it as small hands tighten against their burden.”-spooky thing to deliver?” gods he hopes not, it’s bad enough when adults walk in and lay out all of their baggage, but for a child-

“There’s a spider in this book.” the kid says solemnly, raising his textbook sized parcel. “It ate Evan Pritchard.” a bloody fucking Leitner. Of course an eight year old would find a murder spider book. “This seemed like the best place to bring it.”

(I never thought about what the Original Elias could've been like AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE OF THIS FIC. I LOVE HIM, HE'S COMPLEX AND HE CARES AND JON CARES AND THEY BOTH CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. THIS IS THE CONTENT I WANT, OMG. Also, Jon being even smaller than usual is adorable, so cute. No wonder Elias wants to hug him, a LOT.)

See the Line where the Sky meets the Sea by The_Floating_World

Ship: Jon/Martin, Jon/Oliver Banks

When Jon is a child he looks into the infinite abyss of space. The Vast looks back into him.

(One of my all time fave fics in this fandom, no questions asked. I have reread this three times and am open to doing it again, god. Vast!Jon, such a concept. It's written so beautifully and the relationships Jon develops, so good. ugh. My heart. Please please read.)

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Ship: Jon/Martin

“Come in, Martin,” he says, not looking up from his notes.

“Hi, Jon,” he says, and Jon stops writing at the sound of his voice. “We’re out of the green tea, but we’ve got lemon?”

Jon looks at him. Martin smiles at him in his usual tentative way as he sets the mug of tea down on Jon’s desk. Heat spikes so sharply in his gut that he twitches with it.

“Thank you, Martin,” he says, mouth dry, and he stands up.

“Oh,” he says, sounding almost surprised. He smiles again. “No-- no problem-- um, what are you--”

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

(You have no idea how much I howled through this fic, my god. *buries face in hands* The number of times I wanted to cry from sheer hilarity and horror reading this good lord.)

Things Could Always Be Worse by theOestofOCs

Ship: Jon/Martin, Georgie/Melanie

Sometimes, the most horrifying thing of all is what might have been.

Somewhere, Jon could swear he heard a crowd laughing.

Or: in which Jonathan Sims is forced to swap places with his alternate self—a tall, chivalrous hero extraordinaire, who knows neither fear nor nuance—and is sent to the aggressively straight alternate universe the Magnus Archives was never meant to be.

“Whatever place this is,” Jon announced, “I just want to be sure it knows I hate it.”

(I will say this once, THIS IS THE MOST CURSED THING IVE EVER READ EVER. Like holy hell. I can't believe this thing exists. please read it oh please please please)

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[Supernatural]

heard from your mother (she don't recognize you) by Schmuzz

Ship: Dean/Cas, Jessica/Sam

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things:

1. Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; 2. He has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; 3. He keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who seems to be about as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is.

For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

(THE fic I'm most into right now, been following this from the very start and it's AMAZING. Cas has agency and is making friends and S1 Dean is growing out of John's influence and is becoming a Person and the both of them first being friends then more. The slow burn as their relationship develops, SO GOOD. SO SO DAMN GOOD. *screams* Seriously one of the best spn fics I've read in a long, long time.)

anamnesis by cenotaphy

Ships: Castiel/Dean, Sam/Eileen

Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be.

* Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19.

(THIS IS THE FIC THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE FINALE OKAY. WHY COULDN'T THIS HAVE BEEN CANON. It's Disturbing and honestly plot-wise this makes more sense. Why couldn't we have had this. *screams*)

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[Avatar: The Last Airbender]

where the stars do not take sides by WitchofEndor

Ship: Sokka/Zuko

When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them.

Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

(The fact one of the tags in this fic is, "Sibling Dynamic: Fucked Up But Wholesome" should give you an idea what this fic is like. Chaotic as HELL and I just love Azula here, she loves Zuko so much in her messed up way and Zuko loves her back in the exact same way lol. It's batshit and I am Here For This.)

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[Naruto]

Eclipse by AislingRoisin (JayBird345) for HybrisAnaideia

Ship: Nara Shikaku/OFC

"In life, it's easier to remain stagnant and wallow in your troubles. But life isn't merely about continued existence, nor is it meant to be gone through alone."

(This is a fic that's slept on and I NEED people to read this. A self-insert fic that I find really interesting in its approach and the worldbuilding for the post-third war shinobi world is fantastic. I feel like there's a certain pattern with self-insert fics, not that is a detriment in any way to how much I enjoy them, so this fic feels fresh to me in a way I haven't read in a while. I am waiting eagerly for this to get updated! Please read!)

On Freedom and Other Formalities by iaso

Ship: Kakashi/Genma/OFC

When push comes to shove, Hiwa Inuzuka doesn't go down easy. Reborn into a new, dangerous world? She puts her past life as a spy to work. Thrown into a war? Hiwa does her duty, for Konoha. And when she's forced into an arranged marriage? All there is to do is beat them to the punch and get married first. Thankfully, Genma Shiranui is willing to lend a hand. Literally. SI/OC

(Listen, LISTEN, it's about the slow burn, the longing, the communication (it both has and hasn't and isn't THAT great??), the messy way you fit three very different people together, it's so freaking good! Also, Kakashi is so Chaotic here this is my fave characterization of him, you can't change my mind. And Genma is a Good Boi who is Doing His Best, along with the Self-insert character who I LOVE SO MUCH, SHE'S FANTASTIC FNEIWOPAF. Sped past this fic in the speed of light, I could not stop reading!)(Honestly, read all of the author's fics, they're all really REALLY good!)

Building a Castle by WhisperingDarkness

Without needing anyone to tell her, Sakura knew that talking to someone no-one else could see or hear would make her weird. It would draw the bad kind of attention to her, something people could make fun of her for.

She didn’t like being weird, but she did like the voice. Her inner voice was helpful and it was a part of her that had always been there. The idea of it not being there would have been so much weirder than anything else.

It was during her first year at the Academy that Sakura realised the voice was not in her head at all, but that it came from a cloudy shape floating next to her.

(Basically a short-ish retelling of Hikaru no Go. Only with more Shogi and Nara and Ninja's)

(Sakura can see ghosts (I'm noticing this is a popular trope for her) and it's really cute haha! Her relationship with Tobirama is sweet and I just enjoyed reading this so much.)

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[The Magicians]

So Long (And Thanks For All The Books) by IncompleteSentanc (Erava)

Ships: Quentin/Eliot, James/Julia, Quentin/Margo/Eliot

When Quentin is told Julia wasn't admitted to Brakebills, he realizes he has a drastic decision in front of him. If he tells Julia about magic, he'll have his mind wiped as well as hers. But he can't just leave her behind, either. He can't lose his best friend, and he can't let her life a life with her magical potential stolen away from her.

So he makes a third choice.

(Really, and I mean REALLY well-done canon divergent fic, this is the Quentin & Julia friendship fic I have been looking for forever. It explores so much of what could've happened and I just love Quentin here, I really really do. Characterization done so right. I also recommend the author's other works too. Been a follower of them for a long time, they're great.)

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[Game of Thrones]

The Road to Victory by writing_as_tracey

Too late in preparing for the Night King and the Long Night, the last stand at Winterfell is close to falling. Bran takes desperate measures to ensure victory, and Jon, Sansa, and Arya pay the price for it in a time unfamiliar to them, on the cusp of another war. [GoT, time-travel fix it]

(I swear, this fic made me laugh so many times, all the Stark are BAMF and fantastic, and Rhaegar gets Wrecked lol. It's crack btw, and the plot goes in directions you'll never guess and it's amazing hahaha!)

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[Haikyuu!!] (I am very very late to the fandom but here I am)

Ballare (To Dance) by MidnightSparks

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, and platonic Kageyama & Kentarou (really love their friendship)

Kageyama’s first love is volleyball. His second, however, is ballet.

In one world, Kageyama Tobio is left behind by his parents. In this world, the existence of soulbonds keeps Kageyama’s parents in Miyagi and leaves Kageyama in the care of his grandma and grandpa.

(In which soulmates exist and that changes everything and nothing at the same time.)

(*buries face in hands* I have fallen for this ship so hard and I can't get out fudge me. I understand now. Their DYNAMICS FIEWONPAF)

Kings of Tomorrow by bokubroya (liarielle)

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru

On the eve of Tobio’s 16th birthday, he counts down the seconds to midnight, and emerges with Oikawa Tooru’s name on his wrist.

It’s been two years since then, and Tobio thought they had an understanding. A silent, never spoken about understanding that this thing between them is nothing, and they’re going to pretend it doesn’t exist.

Of course, it’s just like Oikawa to change the game and leave Tobio wondering what comes next.

(I am WEAK for soulmate fics between these two, I don't even really like soulmate fics half the times what is WRONG WITH ME-)(Please suffer with me, I'm begging you. Its a good fic, thumbs up.)

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[Crossover]

Honey and Magic by JustARatherVerySillyWriter, White_Squirrel for Super Carlin Brothers

Fandoms: Matilda (yeah you read that right), Harry Potter

Everyone knew Matilda was a rather extraordinary child, but even she didn't know she was a witch. Matilda Honey receives her Hogwarts letter in the year of the Triwizard Tournament, and soon, she will leave her unique mark on the magical world.

(Do I even need to explain how amazing it is to have Matilda in the wizarding world? And Matilda is a HUFFLEPUFF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL THIS FIC IS GREAT PLEASE READ!!!)

An Eye for an Eye by DpsMercy

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives, Welcome to Night Vale

In which Jonathan Sims is not from the UK but instead, if you took his origins and turned them sideways twice then flipped them over, he technically would be from the US, the town of Night Vale specifically. Elias can’t do shit about it and gets a headache and slowly creeping madness instead.

(Look, I know probably everyone has read this because if they haven't, what have you been DOING with your lives??? Jon interning at Night Vale is Incredible, nothing phases this man, it's Delightful. I laughed so many times reading this, I'm not even kidding right now. Read or perish.)

The Favour by R_Cookie

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Ship: Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter

Percival is ten years old when his grandfather tries to tell him that he's ensured the greatness of the Graves legacy for him, that he ought to be eternally grateful - but the explanation is hijacked by a stranger who manages to intimidate Chester Graves with an ease never seen before.

or: Hadrian (Harry) Potter is the Master of Death, who grants Graves a boon. Nobody could have known that the Deathly Hallows didn't turn you so much into the 'Master of Death' as into the anthropomorphic personification of Death. And so, Death becomes Percival's guardian angel, and Percival does not spit out his cereal.

(Look, I don't know how I stumbled back into the FBAWTFT fandom either, it just happened and I'm grateful for that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this amazing fic. Their relationship is slow and strange and I just love how Percival is characterized here. Also, one of the tag promises that it deviates from canon so I am really, really excited for that! XD)

baby that's what i do by natanije

Fandoms: Naruto, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

"Are you telling me," Hidan exclaims, incredulous, "that you collect money all this time to give to orphans?!"

Kakuzu pauses. He blinks a few times.

"Huh. I guess I do."

(Tsuna reincarnates as Kakuzu and it's HILARIOUS. HE'S SUCH A MOM HAHAHA)

[pensivetense]

A List Of (Mostly TMA) Fic Recs Sorted By Vibe

Not an exhaustive list by any means, just a few favourites that caught my fancy. I shortened many of the summaries for space.

I’m going to pin this here and update it as I go.

Also, I’m pensivetense on ao3

MELANCHOLY VIBES

for when you want to feel comfortably muted

(sad but not utterly bleak endings here)

Hope, Etc. (Dickenson, et al.) by yellow_caballero

Jonathan Sims, six months after the Unknowing, wakes to find himself without a daemon - without humanity, without a soul. It’s a cursed half-life, but existence as a shell without a heart isn’t so bad: between solving the mystery of a persistent illusion cast over his friends and some light pseudo-cannibalism, a life as a monster is better than no life at all. At least, it would be, if it wasn’t for the fucking Owl.

A freaking. Amazing. Daemon au. Ties the lore of Dust with TMA lore very satisfyingly, but is mostly about Jon navigating what it means to be human, or, in the absence of that, a person, and doesn’t require prior knowledge of His Dark Materials. Cannot recommend highly enough.

after one long season of waiting by nuinuijiaojiao

Annabelle is not used to having nice things. or, Annabelle heads to Upton House, muses a little, and gets some well-deserved rest

I love survivalist Annabelle and also the concept of the Web as kind of a horrible Patron, actually.

i love you. I want us both to eat well. by SmallishWormMasterOfTheUniverse

At the safehouse with Martin, Jon decides it's time to quit statements once and for all. The Eye disagrees. Martin just needs Jon to be okay. It's quite possible that nobody is going to get what they want.

Scottish Safehouse Era, Jon and Martin coping with their respective Entities... really, really good.

the friend by doomcountry

He always greets a new spider when he meets it. It’s instinct, born in childhood, the same way he instinctively counts magpies, or flicks salt over his left shoulder. A little harmless superstition. A bit of politesse.

A great Martin character study with eldritch spider horror included. The imagery regularly haunts me (in a good way).

autumn’s rare gift by bee_bro

Annually, the two meet, renewing the binding ritual where it had all started. The procedure simple: a waltz.

Singlehandedly made me ship Gertrude/Agnes so there’s that. It’s so bittersweet and bee_bro’s writing is, as always, incredibly poetic. (I’d recommend everything they write, actually.)

smile, you’re trending by Goodluckdetective

During an encounter with another Avatar of the Eye, Jon faces his past, Martin takes a turn at playing Kill Bill and Basira has a second look at the monster she’s determined to see. For three people associated with the Eye, they could all use some perspective.

Features an original Eye Avatar character who’s a YouTube personality; she is infuriating and inspired and genuinely frightening and I cannot say enough good things.

Humility by The_Lionheart

have you no idea that you're in deep?/i've dreamt about you nearly every night this week,/how many secrets can you keep?

An OC centric story but don’t let that put you off, it’s amazing. Very heavily focused around Jonah Magnus and the other Avatars as they change through the years. Also, I’d die for the OC.

oh, for one sweet second without the eye series by faedemon

Beholding does not like in the way humans do, but it likes its Archivist all the same.

I’m just so fond of the way this is done stylistically. I have a great weakness for dialogue only/dialogue heavy writing, not to mention all of the wonderful character beats and interplay of humanity/inhumanity for Jon and Melanie.

Rewind by WhyNotFly

It takes eight days of forced confinement for Jon to start hallucinating. [...] It’s Martin, though, that his exhausted brain conjures, because of course it’s Martin. After all this time, of course it’s Martin.

Jon willingly allows himself to be confined rather than hunting for statements, and examines his relationship with Martin.

for a firmament series by supaslim

There is beauty in destruction. There is art in becoming. In which Jon becomes the Archive, and the Archive becomes Jon.

Part two posted this morning and uhhh. Good. Also if you’re here for weird eldritch body horror (I am), this one’s for you.

ONES THAT JUST HURT

for when you want to feel sad

(somewhat bleaker endings here/everyone is NOT okay)

Feste by yellow_caballero

If asked, Martin would say that he became the shadow director of the Magnus Institute by accident. But nobody ever asked, and nobody ever cared, and it was in this way that Martin stopped lying to himself. Or: break free, Martin. All you have to lose are your chains. And your sanity.

Oh, this one totally didn’t go the way I expected it to. A study in isolation. Could go into the category above, as the ending is not bleak, but the tone of the whole is somewhat more depressing than most there.

Ghosts of Love by RavenXavier

Nothing made Martin more grounded in the world than yearning for Jonathan Sims.

Lonely!Martin that really captures a sort of visceral ache. Hurts me and yet I keep rereading.

i do desire (we may be better strangers) by godbewithyouihavedone

For ages, it only knew how to worship, taking human bodies and living off the fear of those who remembered. It never knew love until it became Jonathan Sims. Now it must fight against every instinct to save Martin Blackwood. Archivist Sasha, Not!Jon/Martin, and the worst kind of Fake Dating AU.

Oh, this one just made me sad. The poor not!them, which is something I never thought I’d say.

Apple Of Your Eye by fakeCRfan

In which the Eye is fond of Martin. Perhaps a little too fond for comfort.

Somehow manages to be both sweet and horrifying—the characterisation of the Eye is incredible. ‘The Eye loves Martin’ is a scenario that’s so utterly doomed to failure and yet the writing is packed with so much pathos that I just want them all to be happy. A fantastic use of themes of agency and choice, and the single best use of Beholding as a source of horror I’ve read.

The Last Press by copperbadge

Jon Sims is awake, and has begun preparations for the Rite of the Watcher's Crown. Peter Lukas, who woke him, would be content to rule at his side. Martin is very upset about all of this, and the Lukases aren't thrilled with it either.

I really can’t say anything without spoiling the end and it’s so good. An alternate take on the Watcher’s Crown. Not a pairing that I ever thought would work for me, but this made it work.

watch the blood evaporate by 75hearts

It starts, like so many things in Jon’s life have started, with a nagging itch of curiosity. Jonathan Sims uses his healing abilities throughout s4. Read the tags.

Dear God please read the tags. But this is some high quality pain if it’s for you.

the lighthouse series by low_fi

Peter Lukas is a lighthouse keeper. One evening, he gets a call from a cryptic overseer tasked with monitoring his work.

This is such a vivid and yet subtle story—from the setting to the emotions portrayed, it creeps up on you slowly. The ending was like the gentlest possible gut-punch. The sequel just completed, and yeah, just as wonderful. This one is very much LonelyEyes but I listed it here because it is just exquisitely painful.

SATISFYINGLY HOPEFUL VIBES

for when you want to feel cozy

Clutching Daffodils by Gemi

Martin has always liked the idea of love at first sight. It’s such a romantic idea, the whole thing of it. Seeing someone and instantly feeling that strange, twisting feeling deep inside that every single media likes to obsess over. Of knowing you are in love within the day, petals falling from your mouth and warmth filling your chest as love burrows deep, vines twisting through your lungs. He always liked the idea of it. And then Jonathan Sims starts working at the Magnus Institute.

Somehow manages to be lighter and fluffier than most hanahaki fare, despite the setting. I’ve reread this one a lot.

the least he could do by Prim_the_Amazing

Martin should in fact not pick this man, specifically because of how attracted he is to him. It would be the responsible thing to do. Except he’s already following him. And he’s hungry.

Fluffy vampire au which everyone’s probably already read, but was too good not to mention.

rather interesting by bee_bro

Jonah Magnus realizes that, for some reason, when he comes in contact with weed, Elias Bouchard's consciousness will come into his life banging pots and pans.

Oh boy. So these are all favourite fics but this one is a favourite amongst favourites. The way Jonah is characterised (i.e. incredibly sensitive to scrutiny) is my favourite depiction of him, and the slow-burn between him and Elias is far sweeter than it has any right to be. Also, it’s hilarious.

The Magnus Records series by ErinsWorks

In a world parallel to that of the Archives and the Institute, a supernatural sanctuary stands against a cruel and uncaring world: A world of bureaucracy and tyranny, of murder and carnage, of loneliness and surveillence, of plague and death. But in this world of fear and misery, 14 entities born of the hopes of the world have emerged. And one of them has made their home here, at The Magnus Sanctuary. Perhaps, the employees within may lead happier lives than their counterparts did in the Archives.

This is just so goddamn pure. The author writes a really imaginative, fleshed-out alternate world and alternate Entities with engaging, well-written short statements. All of the character voices are absolutely on point, and it’s overall absurdly hopeful without ever feeling overly saccharine. I love this series so much, you guys, you don’t even know. I want to print it out and paste it on my wall. I love it.

HARD APOCALYPSE

for when you want to feel dark and angsty (and eldritch)

Most of these are shorts/oneshots because it’s just that kind of genre, y’know?

Ashes to Ashes by marrowbones

A conversation at the end of the world.

Oliver Banks is one of those minor characters that I am overly attached to. Love him here.

Employee Benefits by equals_eleven_thirds

The Magnus Institute offered some normal employee benefits: a pension plan, holidays, travel subsidies, free lunch on the last Friday of each month. Rosie makes it work.

This manages to hit that perfect sweet spot of satisfying and hilarious. Rosie gets to torment Elias, as she well deserves.

a rose by any other name by Duck_Life

Part of Jon blooms in Jared Hopworth’s garden.

This one was sad and honestly too gentle to really belong in this category, but I love it.

Eye to Eye by Dribbledscribbles

In which Jonah Magnus attempts a post-apocalyptic pep talk.

Unreliable narrator at its finest, and the implications are suitably horrific.

commensalis by doomcountry

The tower is endlessly, impossibly tall, but Jon’s work is taller.

If you’re here for the eldritch imagery, then this has some of the best.

SOFT APOCALYPSE

for when you want to feel gently triumphant

apocalypse how series by sunshine_states

Humanity adjusts. The Entities have Regrets.

Some nice vignettes set in a kinder apocalypse.

ceylon series by Sciosa

The one in which Jonathan Sims decides that no, actually, he isn't going to let the world just end.

I include this only for the sake on completeness, as everyone has no doubt already read it.

rituals by doomcountry

Martin is the first person to knock on the Archivist's door since it arrived, fully, into its little waiting temple. The Archivist saw him coming from down the hall, but decides to feign interest when the knob turns, and Martin—still a little bit smaller, a little more translucent than before—stands uncertainly just outside the room.

This one’s a little less focused on the world at large and more on JonMartin specifically.

we raise it up by savrenim

Jonathan Sims reads a book and saves the world; although maybe the real salvation is the friends he makes along the way; (although perhaps the world itself and the darkness that exists behind it isn't quite as out to get everyone as it seems).

More ‘soft revolution’ than ‘soft apocalypse’, but has the same vibe. A time travel fix-it. Incomplete but worth it if this is a mood that appeals to you.

Scarred Ground by DictionaryWrites

“You see," Elias said softly, "people always have this idea that only living things can be scarred - and they're right, of course. But a building is a living thing, Martin. And the ground can be scarred, too." "I don't have any scars," Martin said. "Yes, you do," Elias said. "You just need the right light to see them.”

Falls somewhere between ‘Apocalypse’ and ‘Soft Apocalyse’ but I’m putting it here because I feel like it. Also technically a LonelyEyes fic. I found it hard to follow at first but it’s worth sticking with; things will eventually begin to make sense and come together.

LONELYEYES

for when you want to feel lonelyeyes

marrying anguish with one last wish by procrastinatingbookworm

In which Elias isn't Orpheus, and Peter isn't Eurydice, but Elias brings Peter home anyway.

Lives in my head rent free forever. My favourite lonelyeyes fic.

ouroboros by Wildehack

“You know,” Jonah says, a muscle in his calf quivering agreeably where it’s slung over Mordechai’s shoulder, “it’s really quite--fortunate--that I don’t care for you at all.”

Oh, this one hurts in the best possible way. The endless cycle of their relationship, the way it comes full-circle... yeah, good. Actually, no, this one might be my favourite. It’s a tie.

Breaking all the Rules by Thedupshadove

Elias proposes a somewhat...unusual wager.

Soft lonelyeyes? In my recs? It’s more likely than you think. Short, sweet, and... sweet.

Threefold by Sprinkledeath

Peter Lukas breaks three rules.

I’m just a slut for mythology allusions I guess.

Luck Be A Lady Tonight by prodigy

In 2014, Elias Bouchard takes a rare trip outside of his comfort zone. Peter Lukas wastes a bunch of money. You'd be surprised how many things can go wrong for two beings of cosmic power.

I love the sense of the history of them you get while reading this.

love is just a word (the idea seems absurd) by kaneklutz

"Something's wrong. It's stopped hurting" An avatar of the Lonely and an avatar of the Beholding walk into a bar relationship. It was bound to blow up in their faces.

Short, sweet, painful. Excellent exploration of their priorities.

Victor by penguistifical

elias tries something with his powers that he hasn't attempted before

The one where Elias tries to raise the dead. Not incredibly LonelyEyes centric but that’s still the pairing.

Simon Says by penguistifical

“Peter asked me to drop by and have a word with you, and, so, here I am.” Simon chuckles at Elias’s disbelieving stare. “Well, he asked in his own way. He’s not a complicated man, you know. He either comes from your arms looking like a stroked cat that’s been given a dish of cream or looking like he’s been in that toy boat of his out in an unexpected storm. He was far angrier than normal, so I daresay you weren’t cream today.”

I mean personally I’d just go ahead and rec all of penguistifical’s LonelyEyes fics but this is a standout for me.

AROMANTIC AND ASPEC MOODS

for when you want to feel Seen

The Aro Archives series by WhyNotFly

These are all just really really good. From Aro!Peter to two different aro-spec versions of the Scottish Safehouse to a long and beautiful aro hanahaki fic, this series is uniformly wonderful. The two Scottish Safehouse ones (Torn Edges and Murky Water) are my comfort fics.

and now all fear gives way by j_quadrifons

Before he can think it through, he murmurs, "Is that what it feels like? Being in love?" Martin's hand stills in his hair and Jon's stomach drops.

This one just. Wow yeah this is how it be. Another absolute comfort fic of mine.

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

I’m going to be honest—I didn’t know where to put this one. But it ended up here because the real standout of this fic for me is the portrayal of Sasha, and especially her portrayal as an aro character. So I’m putting it here. Mind the content warnings with this one!

HUMOUR

for when you want to feel delight

The Torment of Sebastian Skinner by Urbenmyth

After the Eye's victory, the statement givers are trapped in their horror stories, living them over and over again. Naturally, this works out better for some then for others.

Premise? Delightful. Execution? Fantastic. I read this one to cheer myself up when I’m sad.

Unlucky by VolxdoSioda

Jon’s dice betray him

Short, sweet DnD au, and the reason I cannot get DM!Elias out of my head now.

Voracious by beetl

A bird hits the window. Jon experiences The Flesh's thrall.

“Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” but make it literal.

The Stupid Endings by Urbenmyth

There are a lot of very deeply thought out and creative AUs on this site. These aren't among them. These ones are how the story could have ended, if Jonny Sims was a dumbass.

These are just uniformly hilarious, I cannot recommend them highly enough.

PODCAST CROSSOVERS

for when you want to make one of those “if I had a nickel for every time...” posts

The Sabbatical by morelikeassassin

Nicholas Waters is in need of an all-knowing eldritch entity beyond the confines of human imagining to help with his latest ritual. He'll have to settle for Jonathan Sims, who happens to have nothing better to do.

Crossover with Archive 81 (s3, specifically). Both fun and bittersweet.

The City And Its Sorrows by cuttooth

“What makes you think your friend is in Eskew?” David asks. He feels he can risk the scrutiny of the city that far. “I read that this is a place people end up when they get lost,” says the man. “This is a place people end up,” David agrees./The Archivist comes to Eskew.

Contemplative piece, and I love the way it presents David’s relationship with Eskew, the way he finds it horrible and hates it and yet belongs to it, is almost proud in the way he shows to to Jon. Great little vignette of two people oppressed by eldritch powers, intersecting.

Hiatus by bibliocratic

My name is Jonathan Sims, and I am in Eskew. (Jon gets lost in a Spiral city. It is not as easy as escaping.)

This one is far more focused on Jon than David, and is honestly more Eskew-weird than Spiral-weird. In the best way. Told in Eskew episode style, and is very good.

Sweet Music by Shella688

Eskew has a music to it, if you know how to listen. The percussion beat of thousands of footsteps, the melody in the squealing of the trains overhead. Today, the music of Eskew comes in the form of nine musicians, playing outside my office. My name is David Ward, and I am in Eskew.

Not TMA, but since a lot of Mechs fans go here—this one’s a Mechs/Eskew crossover. Short and simple, mostly David Ward centric, just a little well-written one shot I had to mention because I enjoyed it but it doesn’t have much traffic. Nice portrayal of the Mechs from an outsider’s perspective, and how genuinely strange and frightening they’d come across (especially if you’re already being haunted by and eldritch city). If you like Eskew-style storytelling, check it out!

NOT TMA

...but good enough that I physically cannot make a recs list without including them. Here!

[inagetawaycarxo]

It’s spooky season.

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Genres:

Headcanons, preferences, imagines, oneshots, fics, drabbles, blurbs, smut, angst & fluff.

You can request as many as your heart desires. FEM!READER ONLY!

LIST OF PROMPTS AND WHO I WRITE FOR UNDERNEATH THE KEEP READING TAG!

Create A Candy Wreath

Bob For Apples

Scavenger Hunts

Local Psychic

Palm Reader

Werewolf Tag

Flashlight Tag

Lantern Making

Playdough monsters

Pumpkin Patch

Haunted House

Halloween Costume Party

Corn Maze

Pumpkin Carving

Matching Costumes

Trick Or Treating

Decorating The House

Roleplay According To Costumes

Tricksters Watching

Halloween Candlelit Dinner

Bake Halloween -Inspired Treats

Visit A Haunted Attraction

Go See A Horror Movie

Jump Scare

Scary Stories

Play Sexy/Scary Dress Up

Watch Scary Movies

Late Night Corn Maze

Ghost Tour

Picnic At A Graveyard

Tell Scary Stories By The Campfire

Scary Movie Marathon

Carnival

Late Night Walk In The Cemetery

Bonfire

Jump In A Pile Of Leaves

Make Candy Apples

Pick Pumpkin From Pumpkin Patch

Bobbing For Alcohol

Campfire

Camp In The Backyard

Surprise s/o With Sexy Costume

Haunted Hayride

Ghost Hunt

Costume Shopping

Smores By The Fire

Paint Pumpkins

Make Jack O’Lanterns

Road Trip To Spooky Destinations

Alien AU

Angel AU

Affair AU

Amnesia AU

Angel/Demon AU

Apocalypse AU

Assassin AU

Asylum AU

Alien Invasion AU

Alpha/Beta/Omega AU

Betrayal AU

Banshee AU

Blackmail AU

Bonnie & Clyde AU

Cabin In The Woods AU

Castaway AU

Criminal AU

Crossroad Demon AU

Cowgirl AU

Cowboy AU

Criminal And Accomplice AU

Dragon AU

Dark Fantasy AU

Demigod AU

Double Agent AU

Demon AU

Dead/Death AU

Demon Hunter AU

Damsel In Distress AU

Demon Slayer AU

Dimension Hoping AU

Dark Angel AU

Enemies To Lovers AU

Enemies AU

Fantasy AU

Fae AU

Fake Relationship AU

Fake Dating, AU

Fake Marriage AU

Forbidden Love AU

Fairies AU

Fairy AU

Fugitive AU

Fallen Angel AU

Guardian Angel AU

Ghost AU

Greek Gods AU

Genie AU

Goddess AU

God AU

Hero/Villain AU

Hanahaki Disease AU

Hitman AU

Hunter AU

Heat {also known as Mating Cycle} AU

Horror

Hunters Dating

Hybrid AU

Horror Film AU

Imaginary Friend AU

Immortal/Human AU

Immortal AU

Incubus AU

Jealousy AU

Kidnapped AU

Lost In Space, AU

Love Affair AU

Love/Hate Relationship AU

Love Triangle AU

Love Spell AU

Love Turns Them Evil AU

Lured Into A Trap AU

Lost In The Woods AU

Mob!Boss AU

Mafia AU

Medium AU

Mutant AU

Mistaken Identity AU

Magic AU

Maid AU

Merman AU

Mermaid AU

Murder Mystery AU

Merpeople AU

Mythological Creatures AU

Mobster AU

Mad Scientist AU

Mythology AU

Medieval AU

Nephlim AU

One Sided Love AU

Outlaw Couple AU

Pirate AU

Protector AU

Prisoner AU

Post Apocalypse AU

Possessed AU

Possessive AU

Roaring 20s AU

Rivals To Lovers AU

Resurrection AU

Rival AU

Reincarnation AU

Runaway AU

Reapers AU

Supernatural AU

Superpowers AU

Secret Identity AU

Secret Admire AU

Spell AU

Soulmates AU

Secret Relationship AU

Spy AU

Space AU

Stalker AU

Stripper AU

Siren AU

Succubus AU

Secret Agent AU

Secret Spy AU

Superhero AU

Telepathy AU

Time Traveller AU

Thief AU

The Little Mermaid AU

Time Travel AU

Time Travelers AU

Unrequited Love AU

Vigilante AU

Vampire/Werewolf AU

Vampire/Vampire Hunter AU

Vampire AU

Vampire Hunter AU

Villain AU

Weakness Turns On Lover AU

Werewolf

Witch AU

Wizard AU

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Taking The Kids Trick Or Treating

Fandoms I write for

WWE: 

MALE SUPERSTARS:

Adam Cole

Aj Styles

Andrade Cien Almas

Buddy Murphy

Bobby Fish

Cesaro

Drew McIntyre

Elias Samson

Finn Balor

Kyle O’Reilly

Roderick Strong

Roman Reigns

Seth Rollins

The Miz

Jimmy Uso

Jey Uso

Triple H, 

FEMALE SUPERSTARS:

Alexa Bliss

Bayley

Becky Lynch

Billie Kay

Candice LeRae

Charlotte Flair

Dakota Kai

Lana

Maryse

Mickie James

Naomi

Paige

Peyton Royce

Sasha Banks

Stephanie McMahon

Tegan Nox

Zelina Vega

CHICAGO FIRE; 

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

Sylvie Brett

Gabby Dawson

CHICAGO MED;

 Will Halstead

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

CHICAGO P.D.; 

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Greg Gerwitz

Kevin Atwater

Kim Burgess

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

CRIMINAL MINDS:

 Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Luke Alvez

DCEU: 

Bruce Wayne

Diana Prince

Clark Kent

Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers

LUCIFER: 

Lucifer Morningstar

Chloe Decker

Mazikeen

Amenadiel

Michael

Ella Lopez

Eve

Dan Espinoza

MARVEL: 

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor

Peter Parker

Bruce Banner

T’Challa

Loki

Sam Wilson

Carol Danvers

Mj

SUPERNATURAL:

 Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack Kline

 Crowley

TEEN WOLF;

 Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Malia Tate

Jordan Parrish

Chris Argent

Isaac Lahey

TO/TVD: 

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

 Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel

Davina Claire

 Freya Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

Kai Parker

Damon Salvatore

 Katherine Pierce

Tyler Lockwood

Bonnie Bennet

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

 Enzo

CELEBS: 

Harry Styles

Jake Gyllenhaal

Jensen Ackles

Zendaya

[mysterioussinkhole]

Classic RQG Scenes

KEESH

Bertie makes for a convincing statue

Everyone in the party does a high speed chase, except Zolf who gets drunk in a bank

Whatever the hell happened when Wilde and Bertie first met

Near TPK from a guy who can jump real good

Bertie drops Brutor

DOOOOOOOM

Sasha and the gargoyles

Bertie intimidates a riot

Actual TPK, leading to Sasha with her organs out

I guess he’s called Mr. Ceiling now

Zolf lets Bertie dangle over the side of an airship due to disagreement over the quality of a romance novel

Prague aftermath, especially Hamid

Azu and Topaz appear!!!

Orcish moonshine

Squizzard oneshot, plus some lads and blokes

That street party in Damascus

Medusa fight, or lack of fight

Grizzop gets what he needs from Barrett in the most Grizzop way possible

Grizzop goes on a wild goose chase with some amateur spies

Hamid pops

Ed turns out to not be a one off character

Grizzop opens his eyes

[yaahlalisa]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charlotte/Becky Lynch | Rebecca Knox, Charlotte & Becky Lynch | Rebecca Knox, Sonya Deville/Paige | Britani Knight, mentioned, Sasha Banks/Bayley | Davina Rose, Finn Balor | Prince Devitt/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black Characters: Sonya Deville, Paige | Britani Knight, Charlotte (Professional Wrestling), Becky Lynch | Rebecca Knox, mentioned - Character, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Finn Balor | Prince Devitt, Liv Morgan, Mandy Rose Additional Tags: Valentine's Day Fluff, Valentine's Day, Dog fic, Fluff, Light Angst, Alternate Universe, Drunken Confessions, Mutual Pining, Mostly Fluff, i really needed this, Oneshot Summary:

Happy Valentine's Day! I decided to write something non-venom for a change lmao. Also, I'm Screamville trash idc that it's a rare pair. Enjoyyyy!

[casino-lights]

The Worst First Date... Ever

A Deputy/Pratt oneshot I’ve been wanting to write for a while now. Warnings apply for strong language, some sexual content, and secondhand embarrassment. Two of the three are Staci’s fault. Which two? You be the judge.

Pratt was acting up again one day in late spring, when the mud on the roads was fender-deep and the sun gave everyone red arms and pinched faces. Hudson was about ready to strangle him as he popped his nicotine gum to the rhythm of the oldies on the radio. Medina could tune it out - it’s classic Pratt, she told herself, hates the quiet so he fills it in the most annoying way he can think of - but once he started banking paperclips off her back, she had to take a stand.

“Pratt!”

“What? It’s target practice.”

“Stop doing that.”

His lips curled up in a grin and he held his hands up innocently. But the glint of a silver paperclip pinched between his thumb and forefinger was not promising, and Medina only glared at him.

“Staci Pratt, I will tell your mother.”

His mouth fell open in an O of surprise, but the smirk quickly returned. As soon as she went back to her paperwork, he bounced the paperclip straight off the back of her head.

“¡Deja de hacer eso!”

He started laughing and dropped his last paperclip into the jar on his desk. “Aww, no eres divertido.”

“Cabrón.”

“Guys!” Hudson snapped, pinching the bridge of her nose. “If you’re gonna insult each other, do it in English.”

Medina quickly apologized, then jabbed her finger at Pratt. “You… you… horse-face.”

He nearly choked on his gum. “Horse-face? Horse-face? You can call me an asshole in Spanish but the best you got in English is horse-face?”

“I don’t like swearing in English,” she said with a pout. “It’s dirty.”

“Shit, Sasha,” he chuckled as he stood up and stretched his arms. “You are so fucking cute.”

“Sure, you say that now.”

“Oh, my god, guys, I am begging you,” Hudson looked at Medina desperately. “Please, please flirt somewhere else. I just ate.”

Pratt disappeared into the closet where they kept personal effects, and both Hudson and Medina gave a sigh of relief as they returned to their work. Sasha was patiently filling out release papers for one Charlemagne Victor Boshaw IV when the W turned into a wild scribble as a pair of hands suddenly clasped her shoulders and a muffled voice called “neigh!” into her ear.

Since poor Sasha’s fight or flight instincts always defaulted to fight, she whirled around and swung a closed fist toward Pratt, who recoiled in shock as her hand connected with the rubber snout of his horse mask.

He tugged it off, cackling, and smoothed his hair back as Sasha stood up to face him - not like she properly could with their foot-tall height difference.

Luckily for Pratt, she laughed too, and she yanked the mask away from him. “Why do we even have this?”

“Dunno,” he confessed. “Just saw it in the closet this morning.”

Hudson, her head in her hands, mumbled wearily, “Came from a 390 they found out by Rae-Rae’s. Some jackass was trying to scare Boomer again.”

Pratt’s face twisted into a disgusted expression. “He puked, didn’t he?”

“Yep.”

Medina dropped the mask and wiped her hands on Pratt’s shoulder. “Ew. Drunk puke.”

“Really brings people together.” Pratt took her hands in his and pulled her toward the door. “C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

Reluctantly, she followed him, though she had to quicken her pace to keep up with his gangly legs, and he led her round the back of the station.

“Pratt, what—”

“Just do what I do.” He clambered up atop a parked cruiser, then the electrical shed, before finally scaling the roof. “The view up here is awesome.”

“We have mountains, y’know,” said Sasha as she struggled up the shed. “Why don’t you—oof—just look… oh, wow.” Her eyes widened as she reached the roof and could finally take in the sun setting between the mountains in the distance. “It’s beautiful. I never even noticed.”

“Yeah, see? I told you.” Pratt looked insufferably smug. “It’s ‘cause of that big, shitty billboard down there. It blocks the view from the road.”

“How did you even find this?”

“Joey complained about me smoking by the door - which is where everyone takes their smoke breaks, but whatever - so I came out back, but then she complained about me smoking by her car, so I figured, fuck it, if I can’t smoke on the ground, I’ll smoke on the roof.” He glanced down at her with a gleam in his eye. “Twenty bucks she starts complaining about the smoke coming through the vents or something.”

Sasha folded her arms and narrowed her eyes crossly. “I thought you quit.”

“I’ve quit like, six times. Never sticks. Doesn’t matter. This is nice.” He rolled one of his shoulders and swallowed nervously. “Look, uh… sorry I’m a dick sometimes.”

“‘Sometimes’ is a good start,��� she said. Still, she uncrossed her arms and smiled warmly at him. “But you’re forgiven. For now.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and chewed his lower lip before inhaling deeply. “I was wondering if, um… maybe… sometime… do you wanna go get some… err, I mean, maybe you’d like to do… something? With me?”

“Staci Pratt, are you asking me on a date?”

“I… guess?” At her unimpressed look, he cleared his throat and said, more confidently, “Yes, I am. I’d like to go on a date with you.”

She reached for his hand and he gave it gladly, despite his sweating palms and trembling fingers. “Staci, I would love to go on a date with you. What did you have in mind?”

“What did I—” Realization dawned on his face and his expression morphed into shock. “Fuck. I mean… I, uh, I didn’t actually… plan that far ahead. I kinda thought you’d say no.”

Sasha giggled and squeezed his hand. “How about a picnic?”

“Great! Yes. I love picnics. Definitely my first choice.”

“I know this great little spot out past Nick Rye’s place.”

He grinned - more relieved than teasing. “I’ll swing by and pick you up. You still live right outside Falls End, right?”

She nods.

“Good, okay. Good. Eight tomorrow night?”

“Six. I wanna catch the sunset.”

He wasn’t off his shift until seven-thirty. But the lady said six, and God help anyone who said Staci Pratt wouldn’t bend over backward for a lady. “Six it is.” He figured the last hour and half wouldn’t matter. Nothing happened in Hope County, anyway.

He was very, very wrong.

From the get-go, Sasha knew something was up. Sure, Staci combed his hair and - for once - didn’t smell of cigarettes, which was a glorious feat in itself, but he was still wearing his uniform, radio and all, while she sported a sundress with purple polka dots. Not exactly on the same page. Not to mention the fact that he showed up in his patrol car. Something was definitely wrong.

Awkwardly, he shuffled his feet as he stood outside her door. “So, um… I forgot to mention this, but I’m kinda… sorta… still working. Until eight.”

“Staci!”

“It’s okay!” He held up his hands placatingly, one bearing a bottle of sweet rosé. “It’s okay. I made sure I was released from office shit and I did all my paperwork early—”

“You gave it to Joey, didn’t you?”

“I… gave her a couple pages.”

“A couple?”

“…Twenty-nine.”

“Staci!” Sasha nearly slammed the door on him right then. But heaven help her, he was so, so cute.

“It’s not a big deal! All I have to do is keep the radio on, okay?” He reached for her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Nothing ever fucking happens around here, anyway. I promise, Sasha, nothing is going to ruin this for us.”

“I just… I thought we weren’t going to bring work into this.”

“We’re not.” His voice was lower, softer, and his eyes were sincere. “I like you, Sasha. I like you a lot. I want this to go well.”

She drew herself toward him and laced their fingers together. “I like you too, Staci, I just don’t want to mess anything up for you. If you have to work, you should work.”

“Ah, Whitehorse loves me. I’m safe.”

She snorted loudly and he made a face in response. 

“Just get in the car, papi.”

He saluted her sloppily. “Yes, ma’am, Miss Medina, ma’am.”

They hadn’t even touched their sandwiches before their hands were wandering, sprawled out on a blanket decorated with rocket ships as the sun blinked below the horizon. God, he’d wanted to kiss her so badly since he first laid eyes on her, with her rich, silk skin and her soft hair and her perfect, perfect lips and here he was, fumbling his way through it, as she smiled into each kiss. Probably laughing at him on the inside, he figured. Dammit, Staci, keep it together…

She had one of her hands on his thigh, positioned oh so precariously, and the other on his chest and she was so, so into this. He kissed hard, and he kissed a lot, and everyone else she’d ever been with - a generous sample size of two women and one other man - was nervous and shy. She’d expected Staci to be the same way, but ooh, he was fierce, and it lit something up in her body she’d never, ever felt before. Sasha, honey, take it slow…

Her fingers unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt and brushed his collarbone, and he moaned. It reverberated within her mouth and she gasped, and they had a sweet-hot back and forth of sultry noises that led to him on his back with her lips on his neck. She left bruising kisses all across his skin, and her weight on his chest was sending heatwaves through him, and he doesn’t remember his work cargos ever being this tight—

His eyes close on their own as she sucks on the delicate skin between his neck and his clavicle. “Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, God, you’re so fucking good at this.”

She laughed softly, seductively, and then…

Someone else laughed, too. A couple someones, actually.

Sasha pulled away abruptly, brow furrowed, and Staci pushed himself up on his elbows as the radio on his shoulder hummed with the chuckles of everyone else on duty. He stared at Sasha in horror for a split second before he scrambled for the switches, and the feedback screeched through the air with his vicious curses as he flicked the radio off, then on again and off for good in his panic.

Sasha was absolutely speechless, but she forced words anyway. “I… Staci, I… I’m so—”

“Don’t,” he snapped, his face buried in his hands. “Just fucking don’t.”

“I’m sorry,” she finished. She knelt before him, hand on his knee, and reached for his face. 

He almost pulled away, but he dropped his hands and let her touch him gently. “They’re gonna be laughing at me for-fucking-ever,” he muttered miserably. “I’m never fucking living this down.”

“Staci, it’ll be alright.” Sasha had no idea how, but faith had to be enough, right? “They-they probably don’t even know you’re with me.”

He shook his head bitterly. “The fuck they don’t! I told everyone I know I was going out with you. Everyone.”

On one hand, she was certainly flattered. On the other… uh-oh. This time, she couldn’t even think of anything to say. She just tucked his hair behind his ear and rubbed his knee until he drew himself away from her.

His radio light flickered on and he rolled his eyes. “Fuck. I’m fucked. I can’t just not answer it.”

Sasha checked her watch. 7:48.

“Fuck.” Staci sighed and turned the radio back on. “Pratt here. Unfortunately.”

It was Joey Hudson. With any luck, she’d be kind—

“Hey, love machine, you got something coming.”

—Or not.

“Fuck off, Hudson—”

“No, Pratt, I’m serious. Some asshole stole a ton of engine parts from Nick Rye’s hangar and they’re driving right past you.”

“Oh, shit. I’m on it.” He clambered to his feet and nearly tripped on the blanket. “Shit. Shit!” He turned to Sasha, looking so apologetic she didn’t even know it was humanly possible, and he gestured hopelessly at the abandoned picnic. “Sasha, I’m so sorry, I don’t… should I—”

“No, Staci, you go on. I can deal with this. You go get the bad guy.”

“I—should I take you with me? You’re not walking all the way back—”

She interrupted him again. “Yes, I am. You need your car.”

“But you - you’re in heels. I’m so fucking sorry, Sasha, I’m—”

“Stop it, Stace, it’s okay. I’ll be okay. Now go! You’ll lose ‘em!”

He backtracked to his patrol car, looking desperately from the blanket to her and back again until she waved her hands frantically.

“Go!”

He peeled out, and Sasha could only imagine him taking down a thief with his bruised neck and half-open shirt and lipstick-stained cheeks. All she could do was take off her shoes and pinch them in one hand while she tucked the blanket under her arm and carried the picnic basket in the other.

Staci was right. He was the laughingstock of the entire Hope County Sheriff’s Department for a month. Maybe more. They stopped counting after the seventeenth time they were together in a room and someone moaned in a falsetto, started snickering, or made a filthy remark - usually in Sasha’s direction. It made Staci furious every time, but after the second fistfight, Whitehorse put him on notice and he started avoiding Sasha altogether.

The next time they worked together, he was flying a helicopter into the heart of Joseph Seed’s compound with a United States Marshal in the back. 

And still, the first thing Hudson said when they all piled in was: “Hey, love machine.”

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#5

Let Me Take Care Of You… (Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader) (18+ Oneshot)(Repost)

(not my gif)

Summary: I wish I could say this is hate-to-love but this is more like hate-to-fuck… ☠️ enjoy!

Tags: Oral sex, unprotected sex, bratting, Daddy Kink.

Word Count: 2,910

For most of the match, you had to do the heavy lifting while you were being tossed around like a soccer ball between Baron and Sheamus.

But that wasn’t really the issue. You enjoyed matches like that.

Matches where you had to really pull your weight and you were able to show off just how good you were, and that you could handle yourself.

No, that wasn’t the issue.

The issue was being in close proximity to Roman..

It became even more of an issue as of late because, watching him do the bare minimum and watching him slip into this new persona so easily, made him all the more sexier to you.

He made it work.

And it made certain unwanted feelings come bubbling up onto the surface of your mind.

And you hated yourself for it.

The more time you spent in the company, and the more time you spent around Roman, the harder it was to push down the burning lust that seemed to consume you whenever he was at least within a 50 mile radius.

Little did you know the feeling was completely mutual.

Neither of you wanted to even broach the topic, for different reasons.

Part of it was both of you not wanting to get involved with one another in any way for fear that things could get messy, what with you two being coworkers and whatnot.

Only for you, the feelings that burned inside of you were even more of a reason to want to stay away.

Being a wrestler- a world predominantly run by men and due to certain circumstances in your life, you taught yourself to match their usually strong personalities, so as not to be walked all over.

But around Roman, you couldn’t seem to do that..but he knew.

It’s true that there was no such thing as a picture-perfect Dom, Sub or Switch.

But sometimes...sometimes it was so easy for one or the other to sniff each other out.

To some people, your brash attitude at times said ‘get away from me.’

To Roman, however, it said ‘Try to tame me. I dare you..please.’

Loud and clear.

And if there was one thing that Roman enjoyed more, it was a challenge..

He just hoped to God that he wasn’t wrong.

He wanted nothing more than to bend you at his will, but not at the expense of your boundaries.

He wanted to push a little, but not so much so that it would make things permanently awkward between you two.

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302 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#4

HOLY SHIT it's finally here! Can you believe?!

I've never written for Randall Keith so I'm still trying to find my voice there but, hopefully, this lived up to the unmeasurable hype I gave it. I'm def gonna write more for him in the future cuz he's too fine for me NOT to lmaoo!🥴

Enjoy!

Randy Orton x Female Reader

Summary: Reader has a birthday party to go to. Reader and her annoying ex that can’t seem to take a hint, both have this friend in common, so Randy offers to pretend to be the reader’s boyfriend for the evening.

Tags: (18+, fakelationship, praise kink, unprotected sex, sex in public, oral sex, dirty talk)

I hate that I was dreading this birthday party.

It was one of my closest friend’s 28th birthday and I should’ve been excited.

And I mean, I was excited!

There was just one problem.

One annoying, self-centered, and endlessly manipulative problem.

My ex-boyfriend, Terrance.

Unfortunately, Terrance shared a couple of mutual friends- mutual friends that I introduced to him- and I knew it was inevitable that we saw each other again but, I wasn’t ready.

I wanted him as far away as possible, but he didn’t seem to get that.

Every day, he’d call and beg me to come back to him, only to litter my voicemail with cruel messages because I didn’t care to respond.

And still, I told none of our friends.

I figured they’d all eventually find out what a giant asshole he was.

Anyway, in one of the many voicemails he left me, he asked me if I was going to the party and if I’d be bringing anyone.

Terrance made it clear he wasn’t wasting any time on moving on from me, which I should’ve realized was complete bullshit considering he spent every waking hour calling and messaging me.

He was bringing a date and well, despite what a douche he was, that tidbit of information still stung and injured my ego.

So naturally, I texted him and told him that I definitely would be there, and I wouldn’t come alone either.

I told him I had met the most amazing man that ticked off all my boxes and that I was happier than I ever had been with him.

And then I finally blocked his number.

Fuck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘’Sooo, the only options I have are- 1. come alone after talking big shit and look like a total dumbass, 2. I can just be an awful friend and not go. Or 3. I can find someone willing to pretend to be my boyfriend. I won’t look like a total loser; I won’t be a bad friend and my douche ex will be left fuming. Everyone wins!’’ I rambled to Randy while he just stood there staring at me, his face giving nothing away as I told him about the epic predicament that I put myself in.

Finally, he let out a soft laugh while he scratched the bridge of his nose lightly, shaking his head.

‘’I know! I know I screwed up. But he just pissed me off so- ‘’ I started to babble again, only for Randy to cut me off.

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324 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

(This was another super fun, suuuuper self-indulgent fic LOL! I had a great time writing it so I hope you enjoy!... look at me going through all the fics I've said I was gonna do so far. Wooow. AND for once the reader isn't a complete brat! Who am I?!😂

I also wanna say thank you guys for the support you show my fics. I feel like I don't say it enough lol! Even if you just like or reblog, it all means a lot to me. 💙💙💙)

Drew McIntyre x Female Reader

Summary: Not super original but, everyone loves a good ole training session that leads to hot sex... right?

Tags: 18+, unprotected sex, Dom/Sub dynamic, light choking, light hair pulling... and a lil size kink because, well, it's me. )

‘’Did you watch the matches I sent you?’’ Drew asked me as he casually leaned against the ropes of his at-home wrestling ring.

It was a blessed day off after a grueling tour and we were happy to just be able to veg out and relax.

But in a couple more days we would be back at it, and I would have a number one contender’s match for the WWE Championship against Bobby.

Yeah… Bobby.

Plenty of people in the locker room didn’t bother hiding the fact that they thought that I had a literal death when I agreed to this match, what with our different sizes and gender.

And I almost hated myself because the closer the match got, the louder their comments became in my head.

So, naturally, I thought it would be a good idea to ask someone for advice.

Someone who had already been in the ring with Bobby and had beaten him…

Ignoring the fact that between Drew and me there was also a massive difference, I thought it still couldn’t hurt.

My eyes couldn’t help but roam hungrily over the rippling muscles in his arms as he balanced himself on the ropes.

I think this was a bad idea.

It took me a couple seconds to register Drew’s question and embarrassingly I blurted out.

‘’Yes, Si- I did.’’ I stuttered, my face heating up in embarrassment at what I almost called him.

I could tell that Drew hadn’t missed it and suddenly I couldn’t meet his eyes.

‘’Stand right here.’’ Drew suddenly said, positioning me with my back facing him.

‘’Let’s see if you paid attention.’’ He muttered in my ear, and unless I was imagining things, his voice sounded a little… husky. His Scottish accent a little thicker.

Well, fuck.

Trying to ignore the sudden flame of arousal burning between my legs, I tried to brace myself for what was coming next.

In a matter of seconds, Drew had me in Bobby’s ‘’Hurt Lock’’ and I was practically flopping around like a fish until I successfully got myself out of it.

‘’Nice!’’ Drew praised, and I couldn’t help but smile wide in response.

Coming from him, any kind of positive feedback meant a lot to me.

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325 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

#2

Sweet Dreams... (A liiiittle Sadistic!Roman Reigns x Bratty/Sadist Fem!Sub) (18+ Fic)

(Not my gif)

I've never written for Jey so I'm sorry if his scenes are a bit short. I need to get more comfortable writing for him. But I hope you guys like this one!... Also, yes there will be a part 2 because of course. If anything to make up for the lack of Jey. 😹💓 also, thank you to @moxleyunstable for the inspo! I love causing filthy chaos with you! 😂😇

Summary: Switch!Jey's bratty and sadist Sub has been having some trouble sleeping, causing her to act up. Jey enlists his cousin, Roman to set her straight...

Tags: 18+, bratting, sadism, masochism, bondage, flogging, overstimulation, forced orgasms.

Word Count: 2,615

Jey could sense that he had to pull out the big guns tonight.

It wasn’t that I didn’t respect him, I absolutely did.

But Jey and I- and his cousin, Roman- had an understanding at this point.

He wasn’t always the commanding and harsh Dom I sometimes needed, and we quickly found that out when we first started dating.

As fun as Jey was to poke at, I knew and understood that he wasn’t always up for dishing out harsh punishments, but sometimes that was just what I needed… and that’s where Roman would step in.  

At first, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of bringing someone else into our dynamic, much less using Jey’s cousin.

So, imagine my fucking surprise when Jey himself asked me to consider that option!

(Past)

‘’You trust him, dontcha?’’ Jey asked me the night that he had brought up the idea.

I felt my face grow warm at the mere idea and of course, he noticed.

‘’And you think he’s good-looking,’’ he said, smirking a little as I buried my face into his chest.

‘’Jeyyy!’’ I whined, laughing a little. ‘’I just don’t want this to be weird. I mean, he’s your cousin.’’ I almost whispered as if we weren’t in the privacy of our own home.

Now it was his turn to laugh.

‘’Baby, it’s not like I’m talkin’ threesomes. I just trust him to be able to do what we need him to do. You’re my girl, yknow? I’m not gonna just hand you off to just anybody. I needa know that you’re gonna be in good hands.’’ He murmured, softly kissing the spot behind my ear when I lifted my head from his warm chest to smile at him.

After not much further back and forth, I accepted.

(Present)

‘’Baby, c’mon, let’s go home. We gotta be up early tomorrow.’’ Jey whispered discreetly to me as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I was perfectly content to continue chit-chatting with Alexa and she knew exactly what I was doing.

Only she didn’t know why.

I wasn’t tired at all, and I knew that it was gonna take a lot to get me to sleep tonight.

But if I didn’t get some sleep soon, I was gonna deeply regret it in the early morning.

That tended to happen from time to time due to how fucking insane our WWE schedules were.

There weren’t many people in the locker room who knew about the dynamic in our relationship, both those who did definitely got a kick outta seeing me act up every now and then.

Before I even responded to Jey, I could see Alexa’s lips twitching in amusement.

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332 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

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Untitled… (Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader) (18+) (Repost)

(Not my gif)

Summary: Rhea bleaches her hair and reader doesn’t know how to act… smut ensues.

Tags: 18+, oral sex, f/f, car sex.

Word Count: 1,187

(Ahh… another one from way back when I still didn’t do fics in first person lol!)

‘’Holy shit..’’ You whispered under your breath as Rhea made her way out into the ring.

Her newly bleached hair and dark makeup made her look all the more menacing under the lights and sexy to you.

She wasn’t about to know that if you had anything to say about it, though.

For a while, you’ve had a crush on the Aussie wrestler and turned into a complete mess the second she so much as looked in your direction.

After Rhea laid waste to Raquel in the ring, your eyes followed while she walked to the locker room to shower and head out for the night.

Only she didn’t walk past.

You almost swallowed your tongue as her reddened face smiled at you.

You waited for her to speak as she crouched and rested her hands against her knees to catch her breath.

‘’Whew! That was good!’’ She panted, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth for a second.

‘’It was! You were awesome.’’ You told her shyly, flashing her a smile of your own as she slowly stood upright.

You couldn’t help but always marvel at how she seemed to tower over you.

‘’Thank you, I appreciate that.’’ She chuckled.

‘’Hey, listen… are you riding with anyone tonight? I saw that you posted about having car issues lately.’’ Rhea asked, tilting her head curiously while her hands came to rest on her vest.

‘’Umm, I was actually gonna ask Shotzi if she could gimme a ride but I think she already left so I’m just gonna dial an Ub-‘’

Rhea wasn’t having that and she immediately waved you off and shook her head.

‘’Just ride with me, yeah? I don’t mind taking you.’’

For a moment you stared at her, unsure of what to say, until you finally gathered the nerve and nodded.

‘’O-okay…if its not too much trouble.’’ You stuttered.

Rhea smiled and shook her head, resting her hand on your arm to give it a quick squeeze.

‘’I told you it’s no worries. Just let me shower and change- I’m gross right now. I’ll be right out.’’ She said, not letting you get another word in before she jogged off to the locker rooms to shower, but not before throwing a wink in your direction.————-

The ride to the hotel was relatively quiet.

Both of you were just content in making small talk while jamming to the music blaring through the speakers of Rhea’s car.

And then...it all went to shit…or so you thought.

‘’I love the new look.’’ You said suddenly. ‘’Ya look, like, 1000 times hotter.’’

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