•24 •writer(?) •fics/random sh!t
24 posts
Cyb3rsku1l - Hiya! :) - Tumblr Blog
I JUTS WANNA UGHHHHH
#NEEDTHAT
Is it hot in here? 🧍♀️
Missing the oversized jacket 🥲💛
I NEED A FIC ON HIM PLEASE. 😭🙏
this scene DOES stuff to me— the veins leading down? oh my god im a WHORE for this man, he could have me any way he’d like! if i had my way my knees would be bruised 24/7
Yeah that sums it up
As someone who also loves undertaker, I’d be honored to have a story written by you💜
It can be any era I’m not picky,
So the outline I have is strange things start to happen around taker, things go missing, dead flowers keep appearing in his locker room, and strange occurrences happen during matches which lead to him winning.
The cause however is reader who has an obsessive love for the deadman. Who simply doesn’t know how to express their feelings. I’d hope to have it end with fluffy romance.
Reader can have a spooky gimmick like taker too. 👻
I trust your creative skills, you’re a very talented writer. I know you’ll do an amazing job. Thank you so much 💜
🥀Dead flowers & unfair fights ❤️🩹
Ministry undertaker x reader
(tried to make it as GN as possible)
(Authors note at the end)
Taker trailed down the halls of the WWF his cold heart pounded as he wiped sweat from his face. He had just got backstage from Winning a fight he knows he should've lost. Taker pushed his dressing room door open to see everything in order until he spotted the bunch of dried up dead roses on his desk, tied with a purple ribbon. Taker picked up the bunch and examined them. The flowers brought a smile to his face and he couldn't help but wonder who could've had the bravery to come into the ministry leaders dressing room to place some flowers for him.
Days had passed and you felt your heart pound as you watched Taker speak to the big show in the ring. You felt a huge pull of something you'd never think you would feel again for anyone let alone Taker. You felt a need to be around the deadman and just be there and around him but you didn't know how to explain this to him. So instead of doing so you left little things around for him like trinkets you found or dead flowers tied with various colors of ribbon. You even tweaked with his matches to help him win. You knew that you shouldn't but you needed to show your feelings somehow. It wasn't that bad to do so right?
It wouldn't be if he didn't find out.
But of course much to your "luck" a member of the ministry had seen you in the middle of yet another gesture to the Deadman. They of course immediately told their leader about this.
Taker sat upon his throne in his manor. He was basking in the moonlight that shone through his throne room windows when he heard a knock at the two big wooden doors. "Enter." The Deadman said his voice, deep and smooth as the member of the ministry strode in and knelt. "Master I have found out who has been leaving you the gifts you've been receiving recently." The follower spoke, their voice unwavering. Taker raised his eyebrows and looked to the little drawer he kept all the trinkets you left for him in. He turned back to the follower. "Continue" Taker said. As the follower mentioned you takers surprise only grew. You? But why would you be leaving such things for him? Takers thoughts raced for the first time in years. Only for him to be snapped from his thoughts by the followers voice. "Would you like me to bring them to you?" The follower asked curiously. Taker pondered for a moment and then chuckled as he shook his head. "No, no I shall go and find them myself. Thank you for your insight. You are dismissed." Taker said as he stood from his throne. The follower took their leave. As Taker walked back to his bedroom he couldn't help but find it amusing that you of all people would leave such things for him.
You sat in your dressing room looking in your vanity until you heard a knock at your door. You turned and stood walking over to the door and opening it. Your eyes widened as you stepped back upon being in the presence of the Deadman himself. "Good afternoon my dear." Taker's face was painted with a smirk as he walked into your dressing room closing the door with a soft click. You stepped back baffled. 'why was he here? What did he want?' you thought to yourself as you stood a few steps from the leader of the ministry of darkness. "I must say I'm very curious about you my dear." Taker said, his words making your heart pound as he closed the distance between the two of you. His hand gently rose cupping your cheek as his thumb gently rubbed across your cheek in a comforting gesture. Your cheeks gained a light red color as you answered him. "Why?...I haven't done anything to you or the ministry have I?" You said praying he hadn't found out it was you who was placing all those little trinkets and flowers for him. Through deep down you did kind of hope for him to realize it was you and not think of anyone else. Your thoughts were interrupted by takers low chuckle. "No, no my dear you haven't. Ive just...been wondering about a few things." You stared up at him curiously as he continued. "I heard you are the one leaving me all of these little gifts. And dead flowers. I must say dove you have great taste." Your heart stopped as he pulled out a trinket you had recently left for him. "No...that wasn't me? I would never leave things for you." You stepped back turning away and crossing your arms making the Deadman chuckle. "Oh dove there is no point in lying. My follower saw you in the middle of leaving another gift for me. I must say. You have gotten sloppy. But I'm glad because I've been wondering who has been leaving these wonderful trinkets for me." Taker smiled. Your heart pounded as your face went bright red. "I..." You could barely speak you were so flustered. Taker spoke up. "My dear don't be shy. I find it cute that you have been leaving me these little things. They are very sweet and I adore them." Taker took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles. "But I do have a question dove. Why didn't you just tell me about these feelings?" Taker asked. Your heart pounded as he displayed this intimate act. "I...I didn't know how..." You mumbled. Your confession making taker chuckle. "Oh my dear." Taker gently pulled you to him petting your hair. "Well...I know now and I assume you are very relieved for this fact?" You hummed softly pushing yourself closer to him as you nod. Taker chuckled as he held you. "Well I hope you are prepared dove because now you're all mine~"
Authors note: thank you so much for the ask. I went on a whim with this so I hope you like it! I'm glad you like my work and I feel honoured that you asked me to write for you!
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!!!
I'm back everyone! And I'm as motivated as ever to write so please feel free to request! NEW THINGS THAT I WRITE FOR BELOW! 👇
(donno the artist 😭 on Pinterest tho)
Anyway! I will DEFINITELY write for wolverine and deadpool and like others from the x men depending on who you choose! Feel so free to request!!!! I wanna write about these bozos and x readers so bad lmao.
GOD 😭❤️💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺🧍♀️
Big Evil you own my heart 🫶🏼
I need him so bad bro 😭
HELP LMAO
The hard cut to Taker trying to murder Stone Cold for shoot is so fucking funny I’m losing it
GOD I WOULD GIVE ANYTHING TO BE LOOKED AT LIKE THAT 😩🤌
Cutie patootie oml 😭🤌
blehhh fuck you
Definitely. I'm bi 💕
Just got your Ministry!Taker ask to the TTT account. Is reader M/F/Trans? Let me know!
F if that's alr? Love ur fics btw!
Sheesh that hit deep ❤️🩹
Taker’s sweet l’il promo from Raw - March 23rd, 1998 chatting to his parents before he heads off to Wrestlemania and flattens his baby brother.
GAH DAYUM 🤯😩💕😍💗❤️
Ah yes dog of wisdom grant me your luck
I didn't think it was OOC, I thought it was perfect to my interpretation of his character! I like the idea that he's rather gentle when not in-ring, for instance just look up Undertaker 1995 interview and Undertaker 1997 Jim Ross interview, those are a demeanor like that 😊
I took your advice and watched that interview! I loved it and it opened a new perspective on the undertaker for me! I'm glad you liked it love 💗
Bro 😭💗
Taker doing an evil scientist laugh, for your viewing pleasure.
It was so nice!! Thank you thank you so much!
Of course love! Ik it was a bit OOC I need to do more WWE/WWF research 😁💞
Hallo, I'll make a request for 1995 Undertaker please: he finds a big rip in his coat soon before he has to go make his entrance, and a stagehand who is always shy and quiet but secretly likes him a lot offers to go out of her way to fix it for him, then later Taker is in the graveyard and finds that same stagehand, looking sad, they talk and she tells him she was orphaned young and she always feels alone, as they speak the feelings between them are growing until Taker holds her in his arms and they kiss sweetly, officially becoming together now, makeout and kiss somemore and Taker carries his now girlfriend inside his spooky house lol. Sorry if it's long.. -_-
AN: Thank you for your request! I'll try my best to deliver this is my first fic so yk lol enjoy!
Warnings(?): None really just kissing :]
Not proof read! My first fic please be nice
TuT👍
You strolled through the halls of backstage. You managed to land your dream job working for one of the bigger companies, WWE. You got a job as stagehand. this job could be tedious since you had to run around setting things up, fixing wrestlers costumes, making sure props were switched with their breakable counter parts.
It was just a usual day for you. Everything was going good, the crowd was loving the show. You were sitting in the "costume room" making sure none were ripped from stunts and such when you heard the door open with an ominous creak. You looked up to see The undertaker in all his intimating scary glory. You didn't say anything you just glanced up at him and back down to the costume you were finishing up with a minor repair needed. You assumed he needed a part to his costume or something. Vince McMan the owner of WWE always seemed on edge with the undertaker given how he acts his ominous presence just being there. You got how Vince felt you were already pretty shy around the wrestlers male or female but with Taker...you really tried to have limited interaction with him because of his intimating appearance and demeanor. You couldn't lie you might have had some feelings for the Deadman. Just how he was so ominous and vague...it intrigued you. You wanted to know more about the Deadman and what drives him to be the way he is...
Your thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice rumbling out in the small room as the Deadman removed his coat. "There's...a rip in my jacket. Fix it." You deadpanned as you looked up at the black leather jacket that Taker held out to you his cold eyes scanned your face as you took his jacket without a word. You had a line of costumes you had to fix but you stopped to fix Takers jacket for him because he was on soon. You began to sew the tip for him as he just stood there staring at you under his back and purple Fedora. As you finished up, you tied the knot to secure the repair and gave it a little test tug before handing it back to him. You smiled up at the Deadman which caught him by surprise. "It shouldn't rip in that area unless you cut it or someone pulls really hard on it." You turned away as Taker put the jacket on and slightly nodded his head before leaving the room just as his theme began making the crowd go wild.
Later that night you stood over your parents graves. You placed a new set of their favorite flowers in the little side jar in between their respective resting places. You stepped back and just stood there. The slight wind blew gently through your hair seemingly trying to be a sort of comfort.
As you stood there you let a couple of tears fall. The bright beautiful moon made them shimmer as they fell down your face. You felt a Presence behind you and you turned around thinking it was a grave keeper that was coming to tell you that they were closing up for the night. Instead you were met with Taker...he stood behind you without his hat this time. You turned your head wiping your tears as Taker tilted his head slightly. "What's wrong little one?" Taker asked his voice low with a bit of curiosity. You looked up and then looked away again before you said in a small voice, "Nothing just visiting some people..." You felt Takers hand take your chin with surprising gentleness. Your eyes met his as he asked again, "Don't lie. What's wrong?" Your heart skipped a beat as you felt a new wave of tears film your eyes as they slowly trailed down your face Taker used his thumb to wipe them away.
"I'm visiting my parents...they passed when I was little so...I had nobody growing up. I guess I'm just reflecting on that." You said, your voice small and timid. "I see" Taker said his voice low and rumbly as he looked away then back to you before he slowly pulled you close and held you in a surprisingly gentle hug. You paused before hugging him back. Your arms were unable to wrap all the way around his waist due to his muscular body.
Taker tilted your head up and stared into your eyes. You stared back a light blush creeping up your neck coloring your cheeks. Suddenly Taker leaned down, capturing your lips in his. You froze but then closed your eyes and kissed back. You placed your hands on his chest as he pulled you closer by your waist.
Taker's tongue invaded your mouth making you let out a small gasp which made him chuckle. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed taking little breaths in between. When Taker pulled back you were left slightly panting as he stared down at you with a slight smirk. You blushed as what you just did set in. You buried your head in his chest as your blush covered your face. "It's alright love. A kiss never hurt anyone right?" Taker chuckled as he picked you up into his arms bridal style. You squeaked as your blush intensified. "Wait!" You called out making Taker look down at you as he made his way to his manor. "Do not fret love, I am taking you home, where you will be safe with me in my arms and sights always." You thought about it for a moment, 'how bad can this be?' you thought to yourself as you leaned your head on his shoulder a happy smile painted on your face.
Rules and things I write for! <3
Rules:
Will do:
•Smut
•Headcannons
•fluff
•horror
•yandere writes
•Kinks
Won't do:
•Inc3st
•R@pe
•SA
•Gross things in general
•NO FOUL KINKS.
Things I write for:
•WWE:
Rhea Ripley, The undertaker, kane, Roman Reigns + others (depending on who)
•Somethings wrong with sunny day jack:
Jack, Shaun, Ian(?), Joseph, Nick.
•Slashers:
Michael Myers, Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, johnny slaughter + sissy, Vilmer slaughter, Jason Vorhees, Brahms heelshire, Billy Lenz, Billy and Stu, chucky(?), Freddy Krueger (?), Rusty nail, + others depending on who!
•Overwatch:
Mauga, Cole Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, + others just name who!
•The Mandela Catalogue: (no smut!)
Cesar Torres, Mark heathcliff, Adam Murray, Jonah Marshall, Gabriel(?), intruder(?), Thatcher + others
•Boyfriend to death
Strade, Ren, Sano, Lawrence, + others (new to the btd fandom at the moment!)
•Lurking for love:
Ovi just Jacob lol
•yandere visual novel characters:
John Doe, Peter, my dear hatchet man, Tate frost, Elias Gallagher and Taylor, dachabo, + more depending on who!
(Please respect my wishes for asks! I will try and write for as many asks as I can so please be patient!)
Don't mind me guys just sliding in 🤷🏼♀️
Undertaker says “You little sl*t”
It just sounds so sweet on his lips.
