#max caster smut

[auragasmics]

1:32 AM: A LOVE LETTER TO THE PRETTIEST GIRL!

spellbook intro! when Nanami takes a moment to study his wife after a date night, his heart pours out a soliloquy for the ages!

potion ingredients! 4.4k+, pwp(?), wife!reader x husband!nanami kento, fluff+ smut, fingering, clitslapping(1), cunnilingus, explict talk, mating press, grinding, allusions to sex (penetration), self-indulgent to the max ♥︎

note to casters! yeah, this is so indulgent. and i'm sorry i have to say this...p**** is pink :). grab a mirror and check for yourself.

Champagne. 

A drink known to be indulged during the most influential times of human history. It’s a famed tag that runs through nations upon nations, beloved by the heaven blend of Pinot, Meunier, and Chardonnay. It pulls the tongue into an envious ménage-à-trois between the rich taste and the cheeky spry bubbles seething one’s cheeks into a world of heat —all doomed to end once a swallow washes away all the bliss. 

From its days of ruling beside monarchy to its dwindled expression in the modern world, it has yet to lose its class. It still rules amongst those with exquisite, those who can handle the feverish rush of having rapture ruin all composure.  

It’s suitable for a man like Nanami to indulge in such refinement too, just a single sip from the tall slender glass seated beside his plate transports his mind into a place where the weight of a jewel-encrusted crown sits upon his head. And in this universe, he rules over a 64 square meter condo, a beloved lord sleeping in his king-sized bed, and a lawful husband to his queen. 

Another sip reminds him of the gracious air surrounding the night—a date night catered by a meal of shared efforts and a bottle of Nanami’s favorite champagne. It’s sweet like forbidden fruit, the heavenly delight soothing his woes. 

His gentle stare falls onto you, the infamous cinnamon fawning over how red complements your skin in that dress, over your delicate pout—no, obsessing over how your lips nurse the rim of the glass as if it were a kiss. As to how the heavens gifted a man such as he with one of their own angels, it’s a blessing he’s taken without a second thought. 

However, it’s a feeling that even after three years of marriage has yet to subdue. The riveting swell that throws his heart into turmoil whenever you giggle. The wash of goosebumps set to claim his skin when your hand simply grazes against his own. The trance your gentle coos lure him into, just like now.

“Kennnn, Baby? Are you okay?”

Flurries of mindless blinks brings Nanami back into the present, where he’s met with your own stare. Where silence settles comes the bustle of apologies and giggles, Nanami “Hm?—Oh! I’m fine, Honey. I’m so sorry—missed what you said there, can you repeat it?”

“Oh, it’s fine! I was asking what should we do about the dishes? All that cooking and I always seem to forget about cleaning.”

Nanami merely shrugs his shoulder, “I’ll wash them.”

“But aren’t you tired? We could just leave them to soak—”

The rambles of solutions come to a slamming shut as Nanami reaches over to your side of the square dining table, his fingers seamlessly knitting within your own.

“That was a really good steak. The garlic butter we made last weekend was a perfect touch. Oh, and the mashed potatoes, you always outdo yourself, Honey. All I did was peel the potatoes and help sear the steak, the least I can do is clean…right?”

A helpless sigh passes through your glossed lips, “You’re not getting me to agree, y’know. I still say we just go get ready for bed.”

Nanami calls his hand, his energy, even his presence over the table back to his side in trade for the back of his chair for asylum. He gives you a steady stare that pairs all too well with a grin and a pat on his lap. “Come here.”

There’s safety in being wrapped up in Nanami’s arms as you settle in his care, his muscle-ribbed arms thick arms lacing around your waist, his large hands draping off your hip, all while he keeps one leg bouncing to a steady rhythm. 

“Why do you worry your pretty little head off about the fine details, huh? That’s my job.” 

“I know, but…”

Weakness grows in your heart as you look down into his eyes—those tired eyes casted by an ardent glow. Exhaustion still can’t taint his heart, it can’t begin to ruin the tender nature he abides to you. You can’t help but soothe him, your hand racing to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb skating along the curves of his bottom lip. 

“But you work so hard, Kento. You should come to bed with me, just leave all this for tomorrow.”

But you know him—he can’t leave any job with loose ends. Whether it’s at the office, small repairs around the house, or simply washing dishes, Nanami finds a sense of ease in the natural order of tasks from start to finish. And when some principle challenged his own, he had every reason set and ready to roll for an explanation.

Except for tonight.

Tonight, silence serves as Nanami’s winded explanation—and the kind pecks he pushes back against your touch. 

“Ken?”

“Mhm?”

“Aren’t you going to…say something…or anything?”

Patience gets the better of you as Nanami simply keeps himself entertained with your thumb. His kisses melt into you skin, his soft hums strike every fiber, and each pinch of his lips leaves you dangling at the end of your rope. Nanami stands from the chair, cradling you in his arms. His steps are guided by routine, up the stairs and through the first door to the right, straight into the bedroom.

Nanami drops you on the bed.

You can’t really pinpoint when the plush warmth of your bed welcomed you home, but with Nanami’s thick chest pinning you to the sheets, it’s a quick conclusion you push off rather quickly.

How could you focus on such fine details when he’s lathering the junctures of your collarbone in kisses, trailing back up to your awaiting lips. 

“Sweetheart.”

“Yes, Baby?” 

Nanami gives in to you with a kiss, his lips just barely sinking into yours before he’s hulling himself back onto his feet.

“Go get ready for bed and when you wake up, I’ll be right there next to you.”

Sleep is all Namai intended for you to have, he'd be damned if something so trivial as chores would prevent you from rest. And when Nanami did finish up with the last bowl, sleep fell heavy on his mind all the same.

It weighed heavy on his mind through a hot shower, through his nightly routine, even as he mindlessly slipped into a pair of briefs and beneath the bed sheets.

But…his tired eyes had to land on you—his precious angel.

Oh, his pretty wife who glows underneath the moon’s rays, laid on your side with the blanket tucked up to your chin. He’s eager to join you, sliding himself right beside your body—where nothing but a pair of panties hugs you. 

It certainly doesn’t help how you gravitate to Nanami, even while underneath sleep’s spell. Grinding the thick globes of your ass into his lap—and right where the head of his cock sits snug against the waistband of his briefs.

In a desperate search for a distraction, Nanami cranes his neck to greet the neon red digits bleeding through the face of his bedside clock—where the best joke known to man awaits him.

1:32 AM. 

Just an hour into the new day Nanami is met by pure mockery. Of course, his sweet wife all swept up in sleep makes for an even better punch line—-the growing bulge sinking between your ass. A quiet mind is all he wants, why he’s drowning his mind in those meditative mantras you’ve taught him when work becomes too much all at once.

But it’s a fleeting dream the moment those throbs ripple through the thick veins stretching over his cock. 

“Sweetheart, c’mon…give me a chance at least,” he’s muttering for his ears alone. 

Yet the only chance Nanami knows he has is to follow in your steed and sleep away his impending thoughts. He gently lifts the blanklet up to his shoulder, only for the chilling gush to fan across your body.

“Mmm, ‘m cold, Ken.”

“I know, I know, I’m gonna fix that right away, Sweetheart.”

Sunken beneath the heavy blanket, Nanami carves out every inch of your spine with his chest, slotting himself flush against you. His arms surge to envelop you, giving way for his hand to greedily cup the silky fat of your breast.

For a moment he’s sworn he’s beaten lust curse because well, cradling his sleeping beauty like this, allowing for his body, his warmth to sew his body to your own. 

“How’s that? Feels warmer now, Sweetheart?” His voice gently coos in your ear. 

He doesn’t expect much, a sheepish nod and a mumble thrillingly satisfies Nanami. He can’t explain it, but as he steals a glance over you, he finds his wretched mind delighted by mundane beauty.

A painting is known to capture a moment in time through the perspective of the artist—but what Nanami’s eye beholds before him is too good for any picture, any painting, for every medium of art would fail to capture the radiant glow the moon kisses upon your skin. It would fail to mimic the soft curl of your lips, free from control and lifted behind the pure rapture of your mind. It certainly couldn’t transcribe the very details consumed by Nanami. 

Maybe it’s due to the curse of the night overwhelming Nanami, but he simply can’t be alone right now, not while love has him spiraling down a self-induced hole. He can’t stop himself from taking to your shoulder, granting his lips the tactful satisfaction of littering kisses upon your skin.  

“Honey…are you really asleep?” He pouts, yet he immediately reflects on himself as he swipes yet another look at the clock. “

It’s what…1:40 now, I should be asleep too, however…” 

Breaking his trail of kisses, Nanami softly sighs as he gathers all his wayward thoughts, all for this moment only he’ll hold a record of.

“I can only say this while you sleep. It’s pathetic of me, but I haven’t gotten the confidence to face you as I should. I’m not one for many words, nor do I show all the emotion I hold inside of me. But, I hope that my love for you bleeds through every touch, every stare, every kiss, and every breath. I breathe for you. I live for you. And should it come to pass, I’d kill for you. I’ve never felt more endeared to anyone before but you…You give me all the strength I need to be a better man. I just hope to-"

“...Ken, Honey? Are you on a phone call?”

“Oh um…” His blood’s running cold through every vein in his body. Suddenly, he’s stricken dumb and frozen underneath the weight of speculation. But he is who he is—a calm man with logic on his sleeve. Pushing out a huff through his nose, Nanami finds himself at ease as he peers down at your hazy eyes.

“N-No, no…just…thinking aloud. Go back to sleep, okay?”

You muse him with a passing look over your shoulder. “Thinking aloud, hm? Tell me.”

Before Nanami can conjure up some excuse as his alibi, you’ve already to bury yourself within his chest. Your soft hands buff his nerves down to naught through lazy swipes across his taut pecs. In your care, his heart’s raging scream dwindles down to a tepid thump, his lungs spoiled with fulfilling breaths, and his mind’s calmer than the vast Pacific Ocean—all thanks to you. 

“You…really want to know?” 

“Yup,” your eyes flutter open to hang upon Nanami’s heavy lids. “Tell me anything and everything.”

Giving in, Nanami’s head falls into a gentle tilt, “Do you know how beautiful are you?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“You say it like that, but I don’t know if you really do…”

“You think so highly of me.”

“I have to, you’re the woman I’ve devoted my life to.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Regret?” Nanami has to echo. It’s just one of the words that have escaped his vocabulary in recent years. And a regret in your presence is something he knows he’ll never, ever know again. “Never. And even if I did, I’d do it all again just to be with you.”

Gently you bite into your bottom lip “Do you remember our wedding night?”

“Of course I do. I mean it was such a—-”

“I think tonight’s going to be a repeat of that. Or better.”

As your words break through the air, you’re given the honor of watching Nanami crumble underneath the heat of your advances. Blush breaks across his cheeks, his pupils blown wide by lust’s bite, and right beneath your hand his heart’s back to roaring its spirted song.

“Real—ahem—Really? And why’s that?”

“Welllll…” The soft drag of your coo lures Nanami into hypnosis. “I just think it is, Baby. How’s that sound to you?”

“Go—Good. I can’t ever say—” 

Nanami lets your lips swallow down the last of his words in your kiss. He lets you take his last breath, his last thoughts, and all the sanity he thought he relied upon. In trade of that, he’s given the chance to relinquish all control just to drink in your soft whimpers, to sate his whims with your kiss, to scour your soft skin with his rough hands. 

Reality sets in hard and heavy for Nanami. To think, just moments ago he was too absorbed in admiring you—his wife, his lady, his precious angel tucked beside him like any other night.

His precious angel who wears sleep with a plump pout and soft snores.

His precious angel clutching at the thick pillow beneath your head.

His precious angel who has sin creeping along your curves and slipping beneath a pair of lacy red panties.

“Mmm…Ken…” your voice quietly breaks against his puffy lips. Your hips flirt with Nanami’s feathering touch, winding along to his shy caress. “Hmph…right…right there…”

“Yeah?” He allows for a lone digit to greet your dormant clit, the warmth of his touch gently thumbing circles into your bundle of nerves. “It’s riiiight here, isn’t it pretty girl?”

He plays coy, letting honey drip from his lips and into your ear. “Tell me so I can make everything better, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Ken please—Harder, baby, Harder!”

Dumbfounded. A dumbfounded gawk is all Nanami can muster towards you—until the ends of his mouth curl up into a grin he buries along the pulse of your throat.

“Harder?” He mocks with a hiked brow. “I don’t think you can take that, Honey. No…but…since you asked so nicely…”

SLAP!

The loud clash of Nanami's palm against your splayed cunt rings in silence over the room, serving as the perfect beat for your body to comprehend the brash course your husband's veered the night into.

“Oh–Fuck!” Tossing your head back between your shoulders, you mewl as the heavy chimes around the room. “T-that’s too much, Ken!”

Nanami hides his chuckle behind a kiss he presses to your temple. “I Promise that’s the last time tonight.” His sights slip down between your legs, watching as his fingers work to soothe your poor clit from his torture. 

He feathers down to your slit, the tight pink ring suckling to Nanami’s familiar touch. His intentions you know are pure, even amidst such lust staining the air. He’s so gentle with you, having his digits complement the perky bud of your clit with sluggish strokes, teasing your hole with the sticky circles he draws. 

All for his digits to fall victim to your pussy.

“Oh, such a greedy baby,” Nanami gasps. He’s forced to ignore the heavy stains of precum ruining his briefs, but he simply can’t let you have your way. It’s enough that he’s curling those slender fingers within your heat, strumming along the gummy walls he’s planning on staining white.  “You can’t take me just playing with you, you need so much more.”

A slight curl to your lips spites him. “I guess you know me well, Honey. Your fault for spoiling me.”

“And? You know I don’t regret a moment of it.”

He’s so sweet with you, peppering kisses along your cheeks, filling your mind with saccharine hymns. Yet he’s incessant with his reach, sending his digits to know every inch of your pussy with each strike he drills into your sweet spot.

It's just like Nanami, once he’s found a goal, he’ll work and work until the logic runs dry in his mind. He’ll work a hellish job for the trade of money, he��ll risk his life for the trade of saving others, and he’ll work his hand to the raw nerve to turn your pussy into a sputtering mess. 

“Good girl, you’re making me so proud, Baby,” Nanami coos, his eyes glued between your twitching legs. “Oh, I wish you could see what I do.”

“A-and w..wha-at’s that?” 

Your stumbling words earn an esteemed chuckle from Nanami. “Well…I could always just describe it to you…But there’s something I need to do first...”

It isn’t like him to keep you puzzled, especially with words nonetheless. But Nanami’s a man of action, letting his body move to support his cause. His cause for tonight, however, called for his body to slip away from your warmth all for him to be planked between your thighs and his hands kneading at your plushy skin. 

“That’s even better. Now, where do I even begin…”

His thumb comes to peck at your bud, lazily scrolling at the perky pearl in swipes. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, counting the minutes until I’m back at your side…back between your legs…back to having this pussy drip bliss back into my poor soul.”

It isn’t enough to have you laid out on a silver platter where his tongue can lather at your honey for hours—Nanami needs you to know just how deep his depravity lies. He slowly drags his tongue to wet his plump lips, soothing the ravenous urge that boils to the forefront of his mind with dumb babbles. 

“Just so…pretty…and pink. So sweet, so soft. Honey, I can’t go a day without you, you’re my lifeline, every beat of my heart. I just…”

His touch gets the better of his coherency. He knows better than to find focus elsewhere when speaking, but in truth, Nanami did not—he should not have caught your slicked hole fluttering at the sound of his soliloquy. 

“Oh…Fuck me…”

He wants to be kind, he wants to be sweet, and Nanami wants to embody the very traits he’s fallen in love with.

But he can’t.

Nanami can’t play the nice guy when he greedily welcomes your pussy back into his salacious mouth with a gracious sigh, his jaw hungrily working to force that poor button into a pudgy bloat.

Cunnilingus. It’s an art he’s swiftly mastered after three years of marriage, learning every inch of your body like your own. He knows where exactly his tongue should flit, where his finger curls the best, and even how long it should take for your body to shatter at his hands.

But it’s an effortless art when mastered behind love, and it steals Nanami’s breath away every time he catches his breath. 

“Fuck,” his curse breaks through the air. His hands knead at the silky plush hidden underneath your thigh, leaving every curve of his fingerprint to sear into you—-to mark you as his own. He’s eager to catch your eyes, those adorable eyes that well up with the fattest tears whenever he pedals his tongue right against your clit.   

As the age-old game of cat and mouse welcomes itself onto the stage known as the bed, you unassumingly take up your role the second you jerk away from Nanami’s silent plea.

What he wants from you—time, affection, or maybe even an orgasm, every idea falls to the back burner the moment your hips mindlessly buck into his mouth. You could have sold him the story of it being an accident, but why ruin his fun where he’s so hellbent on this one night that your body’s finally taking offense?

Though, when the rare glow dots the eyes he shoots up at you, you swear you can see hearts in the distance of his blown pupils. 

“Oh, look at that,” Nanami almost humors himself as he takes another glance at your cunt.

A precarious man such as he can’t afford to miss any details. His eyes cling to the unfolding sight, how his thick digits bathe in your essence, carefully sketching his own path about your folds so rich with nerves. He’s shamelessly gawking at how the succulent hues of rose bodes well with his fair skin, each pass he bestows upon your cunt pulls him into a self-induced trance.

“Making such a mess just from me talking. What a dirty mind you’ve got, isn’t that right, Honey?” 

Right on the tip of your tongue, the words baste behind the sweetest rapport. You could let him have him, fill his ears with talk of how lechery paints his face like a mask. He is your husband, yet the side he’s letting out to roam tonight leaves your fuzzy mind combing with an answer—and fast. 

“W-Where is this co-comming f-from, Baby?” 

That’s what you say, but the moans slipping from your traitorous mouth when Nanami plants one last kiss to your folds tells him all that needs to be known.  

“What?” He chuckles to himself. The pads of his digits wade through the glassy web sewn between your delicate folds, “Can’t handle me talking about your pussy, Sweetheart? I’m sorry but you'll have to take it. And, speaking of taking it…you know what else I love about you?”

“What’s that?” Your voice trails out behind a whimper.

Just to catch your eye, Nanami allows for the single tug of his briefs to free him from hell reincarnated. With the gray waistband sitting underneath the heavy bloat of his balls, his hand hungrily grips the base of his cock. A hellish squeeze around his rippling veins has your eyes nearly crossing at the pearly tears spilling from his tip. 

With the thread of sanity left in your mind, your hands race to ball the blanket within your fists, for some kind of grounding. “Fuck! Please! Please, tell me, I can’t wait anymore, Baby!”

“Let me show you then,” Nanami hums as he cup at the back of your knees. “I love when I fold you in half…juuuust like this…”

His words speak for him, Nanami’s sheer strength working pin your poor, tired body into one of his favorite positions—a mating press.

“I can see just how hard you try to take every inch of me. Making your poor pussy stretch around my cock, you must really love me, don’t you Honey?”

It’s sinfully natural the way the fat blushing crown of Nanami’s cock sits upon your clit, a detail he’s made himself keen to. His thick bulb sobbing those white tears all because of badly he needed to have you. To have his fingers work at your gushing cunny is one thing, his cock on the other hand?

He’s on course to face ruin tonight.

He’s already planning the next position, the hour, the next day, all dedicated to keeping his fat length choked within your walls for as long as he could.

Why with such knowledge, it’s no wonder his hips fall into a languid toll, leaving the thick head to trace every curve of your cunt. He’s driving up against every nerve just to watch your face quiver, to see those tears he loves so much all from a little teasing. 

His head dips along the marked tract of your neck, a cowardly move to hide his own flush face. His hands clip to your waist, baring your body between the smothering warmth of his thick chest and bed—without an inch to spare. 

His muffled voice hums against your neck, “T-That feels good right?” 

“Fuh–it’s s’ good Ken. ‘m so close, Baby please!” 

“It’s too soon to cum, Sweetheart—you know that.” Nanami faces betrayal from his warning, his hips snapping against your own. “Just take it nice ‘nd eas–shit! Oh Honey, you feel so…so…fuck, that’s so good!”

“Kennnn! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You hysterically sob in his ear. It’s all for good reason as those ominous white stars begin to freckle your vision. The knot hasn’t even pulled taut shattered and yet you’re already a victim to its claim. The mind-altering high that rips you out of your body for nothing short of a few seconds.

“Hold it, you can’t yet, Sweetheart, not—”

Sending your grip to sink into the twitching muscle of his biceps, you whimpered out against Nanami’s wishes. “I can’t, Kento! It’s too much!” You knew all too well what was coming and as much as Nanami claims to know as well, he simply couldn’t have you reeling off something so mundane as humping. 

“Please Honey, hold it. Just a little—”

“Fuck! ‘m cumming!” 

The perilous yelp echoes around the room as the pure state of bliss paints itself white in your mind. All that pressure, the tensions, it all slips away from you through the harsh arch your spine fights beneath Nanami.

It’s futile to try and stop the inevitable, and the bliss that comes with surrender is all the more peaceful. When your body tingles with the aftershocks, your mind hazy from the stress and woes of the day, all of the negative can’t survive when a high like that comes crashing hard and heavy. 

Exhaustion houses itself in your body, accompanying weakness and the giddy smiles that you can’t hold back–until your body feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest.

“That…whew, that was so—Kento?”

Your spotty sights focus upon falling onto Nanami’s silhouette, his towering form resting back on his haunches. His hand’s fallen between your bodies, a loose fist drumming against your skin. He’s pummeling his cock beneath harsh strokes, forcing abstract thick ropes of white to dance along your puffy lips. 

“Ken, Baby?” You call out cautiously as his body collapses over yours. “It’s okay,”  we can call it an early night–”

“I can’t leave you unsatisfied, it was pathetic of me to let go right now,” He huffs,  We’ve got our routine—gonna fill this pretty pussy so fucking full just so I can clean you up. And I have to tell you something.”

Your eyes soften over Nanami, desperately watching as the man seeks redemption. He isn’t one to be a sore loser, but when it comes to you—he’ll work until he breaks just to know that he was behind your euphoria. 

All resolutions point to you supplying his motive with undying support, especially when your digits reach to strum at the sparse blond hairs along the nape of his neck. “Go ahead, tell me Ken.”

A wicked grin stretches onto Nanami’s features, only to hide behind a kiss within the valley of your breasts.

“Oh, I love you so much, Baby. Can’t wait to give all my love to the prettiest girl!”

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INTRODUCTION AND RULES

Intro:

Hello. Call me White Rider or some variation of it. I am here to write x reader headcanons. Ask box is always open for non requests.

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Masterlist

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Rules:

-up to 3 characters per request but please do try to not request the max amount every time

-even if you request a gender for the reader it probably won't come up so if you're reading through my post and see a request with a gender it's probably still gender neutral

-don't make the reader too detailed or try to insert them into a lore significant position that'd force me to re-arrange a lot of stuff

-no smut but I will write about violence and other non-sexual nsfw topics

-no incest

-no weird stuff

-don't reference things you aren't sure I'm familiar with

-no yandere

Fandom specific rules:

Blazblue

I write for most of the female cast. Only male character I could write for is maybe Ragna but only if the prompt was really good.

Tsukihime/Melty Blood

I have only played the original game so don't ask for remake related things. I write for the main 5 heroines but I'd be open to writing for other characters if there was an interest. For how I write the main 5 see notes.

Fate

Only played Stay Night so I write only for girls from there (Saber, Rin, Caster). Sakura requests are open but will be held until I finish Heaven's Feel. Medusa is not requestable until I play a bit of Hollow Ataraxia. Might write for Archer if the prompt is good enough. I have watched Zero if that's relevant to something you want though.

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✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by @rosabellebelieve and oh girl. Ain't nobody ready for these stats LOL. Uh oh. Also, I've removed all collab fics for purposes of this, as it doesn't really seem fair since I only wrote, like, half of them lmao.

Words and Fics

268,626 words in 2023 (mother of god)

52 fics on AO3 (dear christ)

I'm not even counting Tumblr ficlets, oh god, don't make me

Top 5 Pairings

💚🖤Jack/Darby (24) (NUMBER ONE???? how tho)

🧡🖤Hook/Danhausen (23)

💚🧡Jack/Hook (5)

🔮🍑Julia/Anna (4)

🧡🎤Max Caster/Hook (3) & 🧡🍊Orange/Hook (3) (HAHAHAHAHA)

Top 5 by kudos

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) [Hookhausen]

man of lesser words [Hookhausen]

don't need a cure for love [Orange/Hook]

baby please (would you read my eulogy) [JungleCorpse]

you're the realest thing i've never had to fake [Hookhausen]

Top 5 by hits

baby please (would you read my eulogy) [JungleCorpse]

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) [Hookhausen]

now you know how i feel [Hookhausen]

Weekend in Fresno: or, a Hook choose your own dating adventure [Hook/everyone]

threat level: euclid [HH, JC, SP]

Fandom Events in 2023

I made it to a wrestling show! Since they never go near me and my life is what it is, I really can't manage more than one a year, and I've got to be lucky to get that to work, but this was a big deal and I'm so happy that I could make it happen!

ALSO I MADE UP A FUCKING PAIRING AND GOT IT TO THE #1 FOR BOTH PARTIES INVOLVED you know what this counts as an event LMAOOOOO i'm thinking no one should actually have this power

Upcoming Projects

If I ever stop bemoaning my perceived lack of skill, I've got 2/3 of a fic that Vamp prompted dialogue for, largely me writing something fluffy and saccharine because she was trying to write smut and we were both trying to write out of our wheelhouses lol

Writing reflection

Well! 2023 was quite a year, honestly. I was going to be like OH HOLY SHIT about my word count but when I took our collabs, it dropped so fast, so that's good, I guess (???). I'm still so happy I discovered wrestling, because it's been easily 12 years since I had this amount of creativity for a single fandom. And this year I really stretched out and started writing new stuff within the wrestling fandom! That's exciting (depending what you followed me for, I suppose LOL).

But more than anything else, this year I looked at what I wanted to write and said, FUCK IT, I'M WRITING IT. And I started dropping horror shit I fully expected that no one would read, because I didn't think people came to fandom for spooky stuff??? And lo and behold, y'all really showed up for those fics! I'm forever grateful you saw me writing absolutely batshit horror and were like yes, Katy, we will also read this creepfest. So much love.

I also tried to write more smut, which I am not particularly adept at, and also some darker themes. I do try to write lighthearted things, haha, but my own mental state has been not stellar, and I think that tends to come out in my fics. And I started writing femslash, which this fandom needs so much more of! So. All in all, a real banger year for me in fandom. I'm pretty proud of a LOT of the fics I wrote this year.

And, obviously, 2023 would not be complete with me mentioning that Vamp and I produced an epic shit ton of words together, and MORE IMPORTANTLY had an absolute blast in doing so. What a whirlwind writing together has been!!! I think we've really gotten to this point of just great flow, and I'm super proud of how we work so well like we do. We DO HAVE SOMETHING ELSE COMING but we've been "planning" it since August and haven't written it yet, so HAHAHA. Anyway. Expect that in 2025, or something. ;)

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

Tagging: @whysamwhy123 @meeplanguage @fille-lioncelle and anyone else who wants to take a stab at this!

[fraxioms]

— ♡ welcome to fraxioms, a side-blog of @draculauralovebot! ♡ —

🪩🫧🩶💿🔭

♡ this side blog is dedicated to fraxiom, specifically, but i intend to post more about all of the other favs that you see in the photos above!

♡ i write fanfiction on ao3, which i will promote here. an important note about my fics: they are all STRICTLY written in kayfabe, even if they have scenes that take place outside of the ring. i am writing about the CHARACTERS, so i will never use a wrestlers real name in my fics. the most i will ever do is reference their homes, or have a fic set in their home, but it is still strictly about the kayfabe characters. i feel the need to stress this as there’s always some sort of confusion and discourse when it comes to shipping wrestlers; if you treat the characters they play on tv like you would a character played by a traditional actor, all of that discourse disappears.

♡ also on that note, my fanfics will never toe into explicit topics (moreso smut) as it’s just not my thing to write and i’m just not into that type of thing. if you are looking for more 18+ fics, you may want to search elsewhere! no shame, just not what you’ll find here.

♡ i am 19, i use they/them pronouns, and my twitter is @crusifinos. also on that note, pro-shippers will be blocked, as will saraya, brock lesnar, max caster, etc. supporters.

thank you, and i hope yall enjoy my content! ♡

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Requests

Hi Friends, I am currently taking requests for your favourite AEW wrestlers. I am quite busy but I am trying to get some new material out as fast as I can. Feel free to drop request in my "Ask me anything/ requests"

I am taking requests for the following wrestlers (Can be smut/head cannons etc)

Adam Page

Billy Gunn

BCC (Head cannons)

Cash Wheeler

Christian Cage

Chuck Taylor

CM Punk

ELP

The Elite (all together 😏 *mainly head cannons*)

Kenny Omega

Nick Jackson

Matt Jackson

Max Caster (Headcannons only)

MJF

Jay White

PAC

Preston Vance

Swerve Strickland

Wardlow (I'm dying to write more about him)

Jon Moxley (Head cannons only)

[beccalovesyu]

Masterlist <3

started: 6/6/24

last updated: 6/12/24

total fics: 2

masterlist for my fics

• Who I write for:

Wrestling -

~ men:

AEW :

- hook

- Wheeler Yuta

- Daniel Garcia

- Nick Wayne

- Austin Gunn

- Colten Gunn

- Dante Martin

- Darius Martin

- Ricky starks

- Will Osprey

- MJF

- Swerve Strickland

- Darby Allin

- Adam Page

- Danhausen

- Eddie Kingston

- Griff Garrison

- Isiah Kassidy

- Jack Perry

- Katsuyori Shibata

- Kenny Omega

- Lee Moriarty

- Max Caster

- Orange Cassidy

- Powerhouse Hobbs

- Wardlow

WWE:

- Austin Theory

- Carmelo Hayes

- Dominik Mysterio

- LA Knight

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Outer banks-

~ men:

- John B Routledge

- JJ Maybank

- Rafe Cameron

- Pope Hayward

- Barry

Stranger things -

~ men:

- Steve Harrington

- Billy Hargrove

- Eddie Munson

( even if who u want to request isn’t on my list still ask bc I prob forgot ppl + these are the ppl im most comfortable writing for so I might still do people off the list < 3 )

How to request: go to my page and press the “ Hey 💋 ” button put 1. Who you want me to write for 2. What genre 3. U can go into detail if u want 🫶

(S)= smut

(A)= Angst

(F)= fluff

AEW:

HOOK: Hooked on a feeling (F) (A) [ pt.1 ]

Nick Wayne the secret (F)

WWE:

OUTER BANKS:

STRANGER THINGS:

[tache-noire]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by: @dilf-in-peril HI THANK YOU

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

43!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

84,772

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Pro wrestling, right now. AEW and probably ROH and WWE in the future.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm going from #2 onwards because #1 is a collection of stories that i have since re-uploaded separately, and the original collection is now hidden and inaccessible.

Ass-Kisser (Max Caster/MJF sloppy rimming+fucking in a hallway)

A Day In The Life Of A Dog (Play-by-play of House Of Black's activities on a show day, centered around Brody)

Welcome To The Business (Christian Cage+Luchasaurus/Nick Wayne noncon)

Daddy's Boys (The Acclaimed celebrate a win by DP-ing Billy Gunn)

Give Me Your Violence (Eddie Kingston/Jon Moxley rough sex)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to reply to every one, even if it's just "thank you!" or "I'm glad you liked it!"

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

How It Begins. I wasn't PLANNING on exploring Luchasaurus' psyche, but it happened anyway.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A Future With You is the sappiest thing i've ever written, by far. alpha4alpha husbands.....

8. Do you get hate on fics?

A looooooong time ago on a Dio Brando/Giorno Giovanna fic. I deleted it though.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

It's almost all i write. I tried to write actual plot once, but then i lost steam.

EDIT: I JUST REALIZED I SKIPPED PART 2 OF THE QUESTION

as for what kind i write, it's pure depraved kink, usually :) I have very few limits and they are eroding every day.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've never actually written one, but I have some ideas rattling around in my head about a Hannibal/Crimes Of The Future crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple, yes. I don't remember which ones, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I really don't know. I love any combination of Samoa Joe, CM Punk, and MJF, and any combination of Christian Cage, Nick Wayne, and Luchasaurus. And I like Eddie Kingston/Jon Moxley.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd really like to finish Tokeback Mountain someday, but for now it's labeled as discontinued. Evil Uno is surprisingly hard to write, and I'm eternally torn between including his shoot insecurities about his body and some mushy "noooo youre so sexy" shit, or keeping to kayfabe and having him be comfortable.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten a couple comments mentioning characterization, so I guess I'm good at that. I think I write dialogue fairly well, too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Anything other than pure smut, i think. I have trouble putting breathing room between actions/scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Ehhhh. If it's gonna be entire sentences, I just don't do it. A couple words, maybe, but if a character's entire dialogue would have to be translated, I just keep it in english, italicize it, and leave a note that explains it. Like if I'm gonna write a fic about the Lucha Brothers and it's just them talking to each other, i'm going to write it in English, even though it should be assumed that they're speaking Spanish.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Silent Hill 2. You can still find my first fic on fanfiction.net if you really dig for it and somehow know it when you read it. My writing style changed drastically over the last 2 years though!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I'm torn between a couple. Right at this moment I'm gonna say Reversal, because it was a weird sort of breakthrough where I didn't just write a kink I've never written before and was even a little uncomfortable with, but I took it almost as far as I possibly could, and I ended up loving it.

tagging: TAGGING MAKES ME NERVOUS BECAUSE I AUTOMATICALLY ASSUME I'M ANNOYING. IF YOU WRITE AND YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT YOUR WRITING, PLEEEAAAAAASE DO

[blizzardsuplex]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @sublightsleeper <3 Answers under the cut!

1. How many works do you have on ao3? That I claim as Mel? 10. In total? 18.

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 88,469.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Exclusively wrestling that I claim on here, but I've also written for comic fandoms, a single Fire Emblem: Awakening gift fic, and...other things I'd rather not name.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1.) Moon Knight fanfic 2.) be my sunshine and sing (Max^2) 3.) Embarrassing fandom fic 4.) another embarrassing fandom fic 5.) mad that I gave half the day to last night (also Max^2)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do respond to comments - or try to, at least! Sometimes I just don't know what to say LOL

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Either when your prized possessions start to weigh you down OR i'm no good, I'm here for lust. Pick and choose between "cheating on each other with your respective exes but probably not going to leave with them permanently either" and "fellas, is it an asshole move to leave the guy who just sucked your dick to escape a genius loci?"

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Either mad that... (where Caster successfully gave the other Max his gift) or make those rainbows in my mind (because it was literally written to be non kayfabe compliant fluffy goodness).

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet. I hope I never have to.

9. Do you write smut? Very tentatively.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I've only written one crossover. It's a comic book fandom one crossing Stephanie Brown from the Batfam with a very specific Marvel Z-lister. Never finished it but it was fun while it lasted!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nah.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Hell yeah I have #PBPRPexperience - I in fact literally just posted one a few days ago with @spaghettisaurusrex (grown on the edge of the ocean)!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Hmm. In fandom? IDK if I have an all-timer, TBH. I write a lot of shippy stuff but...

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There was this MK fanfic I had a great idea for that never got past chapter one. Oops. Wrestling-wise I only have two, but they're definitely both things I'd love to pick up in the future: angels scream, searching for some love and understanding and heat it up (never live it down).

16. What are your writing strengths? I have no idea. Once an RP partner told me my sentences are like puzzles/gifts you have to unwrap with delicacy but not with difficulty, so I guess that! I also enjoy really getting into the POV character/s' heads and psyches so I'd hope that my attention to detail re: the narration feeling like a specific person is good.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Finishing things, or its inverse of trying to push too hard to finish a work and getting burnout. Stringing events together in a way that doesn't feel uneven or abrupt in its transitions is also something I struggle with.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Usually do italics translations, but if I ever have the chance to slip Tagalog in I would! :)

19. First fandom you wrote for? Warrior Cats, baby!

20. Favorite fic you've written? Can't choose, really. I really like the MK fic, grown/the collaborative fairy tale AU, prized possessions, and the dark horse pick of never been so divine in accepting your defeat.

I tag El, @shes-a-voodoo-child, @limbreaper, @scissormedaddyass, and @pleasantpastels!

[punkintyre]

writing requests!

STATUS: OPEN uhhhhh here are the rules: - i'll only write fluff and angst, as smut makes me extremely uncomfortable and if you try to request that then i'll (respectfully) deny it! I AM OKAY WITH WRITING SUGGESTIVE STUFF THOUGH CUZ I'M A FUCKIN FREAK FOR THOSE- - please be specific when requesting a story <33 i may write drabbles (for now since i'm getting back into writing) but i'll try to make detailed stories!! - DON'T COPY MY STUFF, taking inspiration from them is okay obviously but no stealing please!! here's a list of wrestlers that i won't write for: wwe: jd mcdonagh karrion kross the miz austin theory carlito nikkita lyons ridge holland aew: mjf chris jericho sammy guevara darby allin max caster britt baker saraya kamille aaaaaand that's it <33 love ya sillies!!

[heelbucks]

Wonderful! since you're willing to try for Max Caster, maybe some headcanons or a little blurb about a college!AU where the reader and Max meet at a party he's dj-ing for, and you both end up catching feelings after finding out you're both in the same situation of being forced to get a degree despite having a true passion for an art form? Sorry if this is ultra-specific or sounds crazy, I have no clue why I have a crush on him 😭

lights down low - m. caster

pairing: max x fem! reader

one of your friends had gotten a flyer promoting a y2k themed party this weekend and your local bar. “the kid who’s djing gave me this, he’s in my english lit class.” she shrugged.

you’ve seen “platinum max” branded across some kids shirts and random stickers stuck across campus. you never actually bothered to see who he was though. too busy doing, whatever it was your parents had to wanted you to pursue, to worry about partying.

“kris, you know i can’t go out. i have too much wo-” kris cut you off and groaned. “i know ‘i need to focus on this, it’s too important’. y/n/n, you’re wasting your time! college is supposed to be fun!! you can spare one weekend to act your age. in the whole time we’ve been roommates, i’ve never seen you do anything but study.”

she did have a point; so you listened to her and went out on saturday night.

you got at the bar super early, mostly to avoid waiting in line. you’re there so early in fact you see the dj setting up. you didn’t understand the concept of “pregaming”

suddenly you got hit in the back by a small speaker, but it was enough to make you stumble. “bowens, watch where you’re going! i’m sorry angel. you okay?” you felt someone’s hands behind your back, and you craned your head to look at him. “angel indeed.” he smirked and helped you stand up straight. “yeah, i’m good. thanks.”

“good, the names max, im the dj.” he smiled and he didn’t seem like the type to be a dj. “y/n.”

after the dj was almost done being set up, someone came in and told you to go back outside and wait. max came running over “she’s with me dude. you got a friend meeting you here?” he asked you, and you replied “yeah uh her names kris.” “kris is with us too. so when she gets here send her to the booth.”

in an effort to make it up to you, max was determined to make sure you had a good time. while he set up the first few tracks, he was asking you questions and being a little flirt. “i don’t really like my major but, that’s what my family wanted.” he nodded his head, “yeah, they want me to be an engineer, music is my passion.”

kris was the first one inside and ran to you. “dude, i leave you alone for two hours and you manage to avoid a cover? you’re always coming out with me now.”

the rest of the night is spent in the booth with max and bowens, and max teaching you how to spin. you even run to get them drinks at some point

the party starts to end and you’re sitting at the bar with max. “so, when am i gonna see you again angel?” you sighed. “i don’t go out much, my classes are too demanding, although i’d love to hangout with you.”

“i’m gonna teach you how to live. text me when you get home, we’ll plan something.” he took the bartenders pen and wrote his number on your palm. “get home safe angel.”

[mjfass]

It’s not that Max Caster reads fanfiction of himself, it’s that he reads SMUT fanfiction of himself.

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

My AEW MasterList

Started: July 12, 2022

Updated: December 28, 2022

Smut

Jon Moxley

Taking Care of You When Your Sick

Dax Harwood

Rainy Day

First Year Parts 1 2 3

Eddie Kingston:

The Nanny 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 E

First Date

Baby Making

Taking Care of Eddie After DoN Match

Distracting During a Yankees Game

Second Chance Meeting Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6

Dinner

Adopting a Dog

Baby Daddy 1 2 3 4 5 Bonus

Shopping

Ice Cream

Imagine:Taking Care of You After a Bad Day

Untitled Smut

Danhausen:

Cuddles Turn Into More 

Neighbors Part 1 Part 2

Orange Cassidy

Converting OC into a Hockey Fan

Adam Cole

Amnesia

Multiple Wrestlers

The People at a Party Who Hang Out with the Dog the Whole Time

Birthday 2

Road Trip

Birthday

The Number Game

The Number Game 2

The Number Game 3

The Number Game 4

The Number Game 5

William Regal

Car Ride

Being Stalked Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Red Velvet

Bratty Princess

Wardlow

Dominated

Cash Wheeler

Back in the Hotel Room

Mini Untitled

Another Cash Snippet

Malaki Black

Bad Day

Honeymoon

Jungle Boy

Marine Biologist

Ortiz

Nursing Ortiz

Trent

Wedding

Blind Date

Flying Imagine

Dinner

Moving In

Ethan Page

Hard to Love

Birthday Angst

MJF

Meeting Your Ex

Falling in Love 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Meeting the Families

Max Caster

First Date

Butterflies

Chuck Taylor

Neighbors Part 1 First Kiss Part 2

Jay White

Celebrating his Queens Birthday

Jealous

Santana

Beginning

The Grumps

Summer Festival

Summer

Date Night

Dinner

Hook

Hook, William Regal and the Escort

Losing Your Virginty Part 1 Part 2

Older Woman (you)

Kenny Omega

The Talk

Tony Kahn

Dating During Pandemic

Wheeler Yuta

Imagine: Jealous

[thekentuckyhimbo]

Masterlist/Requests Open!!

Details below the cut

Who I like to write about:

(Note: I will give anyone a go but these are my faves)

(Note 2: I am familiar with most current major wrestling promotion storylines besides WWE but still know a lot about WWE characters)

AEW

Best Friends (Chuckie T, Trent, OC, Kris, Yuta)

Buddy Matthews

Eddie Kingston

MJF

Ruby Soho

Hook

Danhausen

Blackpool Combat Club

Max Caster

NJPW

Jay White

Bullet Club

Rocky Romero

Impact

MCMG (Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin)

Before you make a request:

1. Be cool.

No abuse or hate speech please. Topics or requests that make me uncomfortable might be ignored.

2. Don't yuck anyone's yum.

No shipping discourse or kinkshaming on my blog. Get as absolutely feral as you want. If you have a serious concern about something I've written, send me a DM.

3. Please be an adult.

Like literally... If my content says it's explicit, NSFW or 18+, please read it only if you're old enough. If you request NSFW material and your bio says you're under 18, I won't be doing that.

Fic Masterlist

Very Nice, Very Evil - William Regal/Danhausen, Hookhausen, Mox/Kingston

Danhausen gives Jon Moxley some advice. Danhausen realises he should take his own advice.

Sharing is Caring - William Regal/Danhausen, Hookhausen, William Regal/Wheeler Yuta

Danhausen is William Regal's pet. But Danhausen wants Hook too.

The Tweet - Max Caster/MJF

Max calls MJF his boyfriend in a tweet. MJF is a princess about it. Smut, 18+

Sunrises and Kiwi Crushes - Jay White/Reader

Ongoing series. Jay White moves in next door to you in your small country town.

Hey Jealousy - Orange Cassidy/Reader

Orange is jealous that someone else is giving you attention. He gets... Possessive. Smut, 18+

Gentle - Jay White/Reader

Jay keeps you tied up in his hotel room while he wrestles. But when he comes back tonight he's so... Gentle. Smut, 18+

Tender - Jay White/Reader

Jay finally lets you into his life. Smut, 18+

Beretta and the Blade - Jay White/Trent Beretta

Jay stares at Trent's tits. Jay is all of us. Smut, 18+

Insatiable - Jay White/OFC

Jay White is in love. Jay is stupid about it.

Sacrifices - Jay White/Alex Shelley

Jay jerks off to his old mentor. Smut, 18+

Shellshocked - Jay White/Alex Shelley

Baby Jay lets daddy take care of him. Smut, 18+

Something Sinister - Jay White/El Phantasmo

El Phantasmo is a brat. Jay fucks him for it.

Young Once - Chuck Taylor/Orange Cassidy

Orange yearns for Chuck's happiness inside and outside of the ring

Tacks for Snacks - Chuck Taylor/Orange Cassidy

Chuck does a thumb tack spot. Orange has to pull them out. Smut, 18+

Chuckie T Kisses a New Japan Hunk - Chuck Taylor/Kazuchika Okada

Chuck gets to kiss Okada at Forbidden Door

Braids and Bathtubs - Hangman/Matt Jackson

Hangman runs Matt a bath

Softer than I Deserve - Wheeler Yuta/fem!reader (request)

Yuta loses the ROH Pure Championship because he's too busy thinking about you

Polaroid Shots - Hook/Danhausen

Hook likes pictures

Ace Austin Drabble #1

Reader is sick, Ace looks after them

Ace Austin Drabble #2

Ace makes Reader a cute playlist bc he misses them

Prick - Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley

The HangMox brainrot got me so I wrote angst/smut to help but it didn't help and I'm still thinking about them ok bye

Ace Austin Drabble #3 - Ace/Reader

Ace gets the Reader a pet kitten

Stray - HangMox

AU. Adam is a single dad waitress in a diner. Mox is the grizzled, mysterious stranger who comes in at 2AM

A Promise of More - HangMox

Pure, absolute smut. Mox bleeds everywhere, cums everywhere, gets fucked until he cries

[randallkirkland]

AEW requests

People I will write for:

•Hook

•Darby Allin

Daniel Garcia

•Ethan Page

•Max Caster

•Dante Martin

•Julia Hart

•Saraya

•Thunder Rosa

•Britt Baker

•Anna Jay

•Tay Melo

•Skye Blue

•Jamie Hayter

•Toni Storm

•maybe a few others,request them and I'll tell you if I'll do it or no

Disclaimer:

•I do all types of writing but I am not promising I will be good at it

•It might take a long time because I have school and also I get writers block a lot,I also procrastinate a lot

•I will NOT be writing smut for Julia Hart or Skye Blue

[debbiechanclub]

max caster regularly reads smut fanfiction of him and mjf and he ALSO scours the tumblr tag for himself and he is very proud of it Hope this helps (aka terrifies you more)

Max would. At least he is not a person I would ever write about.

[lancearcherinrippedjeans]

Rules of Requesting

(Updated as of January 2022)

Hello! I would like to get back with writing requests, but if you do, please follow by these rules!

• A little description! It’s hard to work with “[insert wrestler] x reader, reader is sad.” Even if it’s just a few sentences describing what you want in the fic, it’ll help!

• I write about black readers and oc’s ! It’s never entirely clear but if it’s not specified (by me OR the person who requested) IT IS BLACK!READER OR A BLACK OC. Respectfully, if you don’t like it, or you don’t “feel welcomed”…I don’t care <3

• NO SELF HARM, SUICIDE, OR NON-CON! Not only is it uncomfortable for me to write, but it could be a trigger for someone else, even with warnings. Sorry.

• Smut is fine, just know it’ll take longer than a fluff or angst request

• If needed, let me know a specific gender or set of pronouns you want! I understand it’s hard to find a fic that fits pronouns for you.

• I have the right to deny any request. It’s very unlikely, but if I do, there is a reason.

• Requests will sometimes not take any time, some might take over a week, I just ask that you be patient.

Moving on, this is what I was DREADING cause it always makes people upset -

This is the list of people I will not write for, or most likely won’t.

• ANYONE involved in the Speaking Out movement. (NO EXCEPTIONS.)

• The Gunn Club (maybe if it’s Colton)

• Brian Pillman Jr (N/E)

• Chris JeriCovid (N/E)

• Inner Circle (Santana and Ortiz are allowed)

• Max Caster (HUGE MAYBE)

• Sting (maybe)

Despite these rules and such, I am always happy to take requests, I just want to keep my blog a positive space and I would appreciate it if y’all would help! Thank y’all have a good day! <3