#malakai black fanfic

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Hey!! Could you possibly do a Cash Wheeler x reader one where the house of blacks Julia hurts the reader really bad just to get into Cash’s head and they tell him it’s all his fault and Cash, Dax and Daniel have to try to save Cash’s wife.❤️

Saviour

Cash Wheeler X Fem Reader X Malakai Black (word count 3.2K)

An: I have no idea how this happened but this ended up turning into the reader cheating on Cash with Malakai and joining the house of black. I have no idea how but it just happened. 

Summary: House of Black kidnaps Cash’s wife Y/n and newborn son. They tell Cash all of this is his fault and Malakai promises to show her what a real man can do. What happens when their powers are too strong and Y/n ends up joining HOB and becomes Queen alongside Malakai Black. 

PURE FILTHY SMUT WITH MALAKAI BLACK AND Y/N!

Mentions of kidnapping, blood, swearing, cheating, lactation kink, oral F receiving, creme pie, squirting, just pure filthy smut!  I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me. This is also the only time I will write Smut about HOB! 

Main Masterlist Cash Wheeler Masterlist (This has NOT been proof read!)

I felt it in my gut that something was wrong, all day I felt sick. “You alright man? You don’t look so good” Dax asked me “No, I’m just worried about Y/n. She’s not picking up her phone and I think my security system is down. I can’t see anything through the cameras'' Dax looked at me with a concerned look. “I’m sure Y/n’s alright, you need to relax Cash. They can’t hurt her. She’s at home safe with the baby” The ‘they’ Dax was referring to was the House of black. Our rivalry with them had reached another level when they started going after Dax’s wife and daughter. They started to threaten my family and I wanted to murder them. I made sure to get a new security system installed with a guard at the driveway to calm my mind when we were on the road. “Hey, sorry to interrupt but we are on next” Daniel Garcia interrupted us. Tonight we were supposed to end things. It would be FTR and Daniel Garcia VS House Of Black to put all of this to an end. Little did we know it was only the beginning. 

We were first to make our entrance, Daniel, Dax and I stood in the center of the ring waiting for House of Black to make their entrance. They never did. Instead a video started to play on the screens in the arena. “I’ll give it to you Cash, I thought no one loved you. Turns out I was wrong. That’s unfortunate, you see if you just joined us none of this would have happened in the first place. Now you will pay for your sins” Said Malakai Black. I didn’t quite understand what he was talking about at first. I knew all of this was just to get in my head. That was until the camera turned to show my house. Those fuckers were at my house. I wanted to run, I wanted to stop them but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was hours away, so I had no choice but to watch the events that unfolded before my eyes. 

My front door had been broken down, windows were shattered. Malakai walked slowly into my home admiring the decor, smashing whatever remained. I felt my heart drop when Malakai started going up the stairs, I knew where he was going. I knew who he was going to see. I felt my blood boil as I saw the destroyed nursery, my little baby boy cried from his crib as Malakai picked him up. “Shhhh, it’s okay little one. I’m here now. I will raise you as my own. Your father is a failure, he couldn't even protect his own family how pathetic.” I tried to run but Dax and Daniel held me back. All I could think about was Y/n, was she alright? As Malakai cradled my baby in his arms he then moved the camera down. There I found my wife. She was on her knees, Brody holding one arm while Buddy held the other. “And what about your pretty little wife? She’s a feisty one. I really didn’t want to hurt her but I had no choice. She sure is stronger than you Cash, she had fight in her, something you lost long ago.” I was going to murder them. Julia pulled Y/n by her hair so I could get a good glimpse of her face. Her nose and lips were bloody, I assumed it was a broken nose. That made me even more angry. “He’s going to fucken kill you” Y/n spat. Malakai bent down so he was now face to face with Y/n. “I like her, it’s a shame she had to settle for someone like you Cash. She deserves someone better. Someone who can take care of her, someone who can protect her. She’s way out of your league. But don’t worry Cash, she’s in good hands. I promise you I’ll take care of her. She’s mine now. I’ll show her what a real man can do '' Y/n spit in Malakai’s face “You shouldn't have done that beautiful. Finish her” 

I don't know what happened next, I ran out of that arena as fast as I could. I was going to kill them. 

I drove for what felt like forever. I was obviously speeding but I had no choice I needed to get to my family. Daniel and Dax said they would help but this was something I needed to do on my own. When I finally reached my house I saw just how destroyed the place was. Everything that wasn’t nailed down was broken. Who would do such a thing, this never needed to go this far. I called for my wife but there was no response. I searched every square inch of that house and came empty handed. The last place I looked was the nursery as I couldn't bare to look at it. When I entered the room I was greeted with darkness. I felt sick to my stomach, I cried, I wanted to puke. All of this was my fault. Dried blood stained the floor. The walls were spray painted with satanic things, they took my babies. I held on a stuffed bear I gifted my son when he was first born and I cried. They were right, this was my fault. I wasn’t a man, I was weak. Y/n deserved someone better, someone who could protect her. I put her through so much within the past few months that I was waiting for the day she would leave me but she never did. For god sakes there’s a warrant out for my arrest and now I have to deal with house of black’s attacks. All I wanted to do was curl up and die, my life wasn’t worth living if I didn’t have Y/n in it. But that was what they wanted. They wanted me to give up, they wanted to prove that I was weak but I wasn’t. I searched around for any clues to where they could possibly be and found a piece of paper crumpled up underneath the rocking chair. It was a address, that must be where they are. I called Dax and Daniel, telling them to meet me at the address. I went into my safe, grabbed some weapons and was out of there. As I was leaving something shiny caught my eye, it was Y/n’s wedding ring. I didn’t care if I went to jail after all of this, I was going to kill them. 

When I finally came to that’s when everything hit. I didn’t know where I was, I didn’t know where my baby was. What I did know was that I had a massive headache and a broken nose. I didn’t know who I was more mad at, Cash for letting this rivally get this far or House of black for making it get this far. “Well look who’s finally wake” Said Malakai Black. “Where the fuck am I and where is my baby?” I asked the man who stood before me “Your safe, I’m going to make sure nothing ever bad ever happens to you again. I’m going to make you my queen. I’ll give you whatever you want. Together we can rule the kings of the black throne. Don’t worry, our little prince is safe. Julia is taking good care of him. Now if I untie you will you behave like a good girl? I don’t like seeing you tied up like a pet” I felt sick when he referred to Cash and my son as ‘our’ little prince. That was MY baby. “He’s going to find me, he’s going to kill you” “Now baby, I sure hope he finds you. That would be even more pathetic if he doesn’t at least try and save you? The thing is he will fail. I know you don’t realize it yet but you soon will. You will see that Cash is no man. He’s a criminal who’s hiding from the feds. All it takes is one call and he’s gone for good. Would you rather raise a baby on your own while your man rots in a cell or would you want to rule the world with me? The choice is yours” 

I didn’t know what to say. As much as I hated to admit it Malakai did have a point. “You know I’m right. If you aren't 100% sure yet let me show you. Let me show you what a real man can do, show you what a real man feels like.” I knew it was wrong but I let Malakai kiss me. I stopped fighting it, I knew it would be no use. He kissed with such passion, it was rough, it was hard. It was something I hadn’t experienced in so long. “There you go baby, just let go. Let me please you. I know that vanilla man can’t make you cum” I knew this was wrong, for fucks sake this man kidnapped me. It took everything for me to pull away from him. I couldn't do it. “I can’t, I can’t do this” I told him “You can't but I know you want to. I know there is that dark side inside that is waiting to be let out. I can feel it. It’s calling to me, It turns me on baby, look how hard you make me. Oh, how I envy Cash. I understand why he’s been hiding you, you are just absolutely gorgeous. Everything about you is beautiful. Your eyes, your lips, your delicious curves. Oh god, I just know you taste so good. I know you are sweet as pie, I can’t wait to taste you” I hated the way this man was turning me on. I hated everything about this but for some reason, I couldn't do anything about it. I haven’t felt anything in so long. Malakai was right. I was turning him on. I could tell by the bulge in his pants he was huge. I could feel my core ache at it. I couldn't believe that I was really going to do this. I had never cheated on anything in my life. I felt so guilty but I was hypnotized. 

“Can you at least turn the lights off?” I asked. I could see the look in Malakai’s eyes switch. They were now dark and filled with desire. “Anything for you my queen. You don’t even have to lift a finger, make me do all the work. I want to show just what a real man can do”

As I watched Malakai get up and dim the lights I noticed that the room I was in was a bedroom. I was sitting on the ground of the velvet room. How did I not notice that? Malakai returned and carefully helped me off the ground and placed me on the comfortable bed. He removed his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. Fuck was he hot, his body was covered in tattoos, I wanted to trace them, I wanted to lick them. What the fuck was wrong with me? Who am I becoming? I let him kiss me, he started at my ankles and worked his way up to my neck, kissing and sucking at my most sensitive parts. I let Malakai remove my shirt and my pants, he was delicate. I felt his clothed bulge against my core as he was now on top of me. He left marks on my neck and chest. He removed my bra and started sucking on my sensitive nipples, I felt him moan around the flesh and it made me squirm. I could feel him getting even harder. “Fuck, your lactating. That is so hot. Oh god, baby I’m going to cum in my pants like a teenager. You taste like heaven. I’m going to suck you dry” His words turned me on. My oversensitive nipples ached by his touch. He sucked and bit on one before switching to the other. Making sure they were both loved. He started to grind on me as he did this, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I needed to feel him closer. I had never experienced this before, Cash wouldn't even suck my boobs when I had a clogged milk dud and Malakai was over here sucking me dry. I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

“What do you want baby, tell me what you need” I was struggling to form words, my body was on fire “Use your words. Tell me what you want me to do to you?” “I need to feel you, I need you in me,” I told him. I didn’t even recognize myself, my voice was so desperate. “That’s my girl. I want that too but first I need to taste you. I need to get you ready to take me. Feel how big I am” Malakai moved my hand to his clothed erection, fuck was he huge. “See, I’m going to make you cum on my tongue then I’ll fuck you like a real man” 

Everything was too much, tears of pleasure streamed down my face. Malakai was everything I needed and so much more. He knew what he was doing, the way he sucked and bit everything perfectly was enough to make me cum on the spot. When he added three fingers to the mix I was a goner. He pulled two orgasms from me and now he was working on a third. “I know you can do it baby, you are so close. Give it to me, just let go” “I can’t, I can’t do it. It’s too much” I cried out. “I know, I know baby, just give me one more and I’ll fuck you. You just taste so good, I can’t help myself” A small part of me felt bad about doing this to Cash but I needed this. Malakai continued the assault on my pussy, eating me out like his life depended on it. He moved his hands on my uterus, pushing hard on my stomach, triggering my orgasm. I cried out in pleasure, I never came so hard in my life. He lapped up every drop I left. Thankfully he gave me a few minutes to collect myself before he got back on top of me. I was able to taste myself on his lips and moaned at the taste. He kissed away my tears, filling me with praises. “Are you sure you still want me? I already proved I am a real man and I haven’t even fucked you yet. Are you sure you can handle it? Am I too big for you angel” Truth be told, I wound’t be able to walk for a week if I let him fuck me. On the other hand, when would I get another chance like this? 

“I want to make you feel good” I told him softly “Oh baby, you have already made me feel good” “I need you in me” I told him “Whatever you say baby” Once he removed his boxers I was able to see just how massive he was. The head of his dick was angry, cum already spilling from the tip. He was ready to burst, I needed him to fill me up. He stretched me out perfectly, my brain turned into mush as he pounded into me. It didn’t take long for either of us to cum. His thrusts were hard, they were so deep, they hurt so much but felt so good at the same time. “Fuck, I’m so close baby. If you keep squeezing me like that I won’t be able to pull out” Without thinking I blurted out “Cum in me, fuck, please fill me up. I need it, I need it so bad” I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him close. “What a little slut” Malakai spat and it just turned me on even more. It took a few more thrusts from him to cum. My senses were on overdrive, this orgasm was hard, it triggered my fourth orgasm of the night. I ended up squirting hard all over him. Something I had never done in my life. “Oh fuck” Malakai yelled out “And she can squirt! I’m never going to let you leave” He continued to fuck us through our highs before we collapsed on the bed. 

“This is it, this is the address” I told Dax and Daniel “So you're telling me they are in here?” Dax asked, referring to the big castle-like mansion that appeared before us. We broke in through the side door and searched the place looking for Y/n and my son. “Uh guys, I think I found Y/n” said Daniel. I followed him and entered a dark room. There I found Y/n and Malakai sitting on two thrones. The other members of HOB surrounded them. “You're too late, she’s mine now. You really were a shit husband. It’s a good thing I found her. I’ll take good care of her. Together we will rule the kings of the black throne” Said Malakai. I looked at Y/n and knew that wasn’t my wife. She wore all black, she had heavy dark makeup. She looked dead on the inside, she was cold, she was evil, she became one of them. Dax and Daniel didn’t know what to do, they had the same horrid look on their faces as I did. 

Went up to Y/n, I looked her in her cold dead eyes and begged her to forgive me. “I know I have been a shit husband, I know I fucked up but I’m sorry. I should have been there. I failed you. I’m so sorry Y/n but please forgive me. Please, I will do anything. What about your baby, our son? He’s only a few months old. He needs his mother, he needs his father. I don’t know what he did to you but I know the real Y/n is still hidden somewhere inside. Come on Y/n! Stop looking at me like you hate me, you love me and I love you. I love you so much, I’m sorry. Please Y/n!!” I begged on my hands and knees but I was no use. She was too far gone.

“Your begging is pathetic, you're embarrassing yourself” Brody spat out “Shall we take care of them boss?” he asked “Please do, remove these peasants from our property” commanded Malakai. I tried to fight back but it was no use. I failed, I was no man. I lost everything, I now have nothing. 

[daddyhausen]

{ 43 } — are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop

{ 82 } — i want you to touch yourself

{ 88 } — thats a good girl, you can cum now

For Malakai Black please 🤍

• headcannon — malakai black •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { malakai black masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } virgin!reader virginity loss, jerk off instruction, female masturbation, fingering, praise, begging, submissive/dominant dynamic, oral sex { female receiving }, gentle sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshot, creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 984

{ pairing } — fem!reader x malakai black

{ genre } — smut

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{ 43 } — are you sure? once i start i don't think i'm able to stop

{ 82 } — i want you to touch yourself

{ 88 } — thats a good girl, you can cum now

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he sat at the foot of the bed

simply observing as you laid spread and naked before him

his eyes glimmered under moonlight, one with a soft hazel glow with flecks of green and brown

the other as white as the moon itself, so bright in contrast

he stared you down with a gaze that could only be attributed to lust, desire even

yet he remained fully clothed, letting his eyes undress you despite you already lacking clothing

as if he were peeling back the layers of your flesh

searching for a pure untouched soul he could corrupt

“i want you to touch yourself” his voice spoke in breathy whispers

almost accentuating each syllable speaking to you as if you were simple minded

you were hesitant to oblige yet you could not control the instinctual movement of your fingers

sinking lower down your stomach until your palm rested atop your mound

it were as if his eyes controlled your movements

watching on as they followed every minuscule twitch of your fingertips

eventually letting your fingers tease your slick folds

gathering your wetness on the pads of your fingertips

moaning softly at the sensation as you ghosted faintly over your sensitive clit

only imagining how he was enjoy the sight before him

a low groan left his lips, yet he did not act on it

still observing the scene

although his breath had become more ragged

the subtle rise and fall of his chest now seemed like deep shaky gasps

“just like that, my angel…you’re doing so well”

you hummed with delight at two fingers sunk deeper inside yourself

the soft sloshing of your wetness around the slender digits made your toes curl and stomach churn with excitement

malakai parted his lips with his tongue

the appendage licked the bottom lip feverishly

looking like a man starved of cunt

“sir…” you whimpered

voice pitched with a moan as a knot of arousal formed in your stomach

growing increasingly as you continued

he replied with a small hum of acknowledgement, palming the sizeable bulge in his trousers

“c-can i cum…?” you questioned, practically begged, feeling your end drawing near

he took a moment to glance down at your soaked cunt once more

smiling in satisfaction as your sweetness made of skin glow under moonlight

“you just gotta do one thing for me”

“anything…please!”

he stood up from his position, trapping your ankles in his palm, keeping your legs spread

“beg me for it…i wanna hear you, loud and clear. can you do that for me sweetheart?”

you gulped thickly, feeling the tightness in your belly increase

“y-yes sir…” you stammered over your words, throat hoarse and dry

“good…now what do you say?”

he cocked an eyebrow inquisitively almost printing you to continue

“please…please let me cum sir! i need to cum!”

you whines and whimpers contorted with screams and pleasured gasps

malakai’s fingers tightened around your ankles

only aiding in your pleasure with his tongue when as you were about to hit your peak

drawing circles against your swollen, throbbing pearl

“that’s a good girl. you can cum now”

it did not take long for the flood gates to quite literally implode

your juices gushed from your cunt, soaking your folds, fingers, his tongue and the bed sheets below

you shuddered at the sensation, body shivering lightly still as the euphoria of your orgasm finally subsided

so much so that malakai had pressed his body to yours

peppering gentle kisses into the crook of your neck

bringing your fingers up to his lips

sampling the droplets of your sweetness at it clung to the pads of your fingertips

humming with satisfaction at your taste

“i want you…” you muttered halfway between sleep and consciousness

words murmured into his collarbone

“are you sure? once i start i don't think i'm able to stop”

you nodded with a sheepish grin, almost shying away into his chest

you repeated your sentence, arms folding around his neck as he positioned himself above you

his lips lingered against yours for a moment

barely touching yet the moment had never felt so intimate

he never broke eye contact, his forehead pressed to yours as he slipped inside you

his breath tickling the tops of your cheeks, giving a shaky exhale as he bottomed out

“fuck…” he grunted, drawing out the word as his hips began to rock back and forth in a slow yet steady rhythmic motion

his forearms placed either side of your head

allowing you to see the way his muscles contracted and relax with each movement

the shadows casted from the moonlight glow only aided in the sight

“my angel…you feel heavenly” he murmured against your chin

lips sinking down to place breathless, open-mouth kisses to the column of your throat

your fingers retracted inward, nails sinking into the flesh of his back offer he gave a particularly rough thrust

indents, much like claw marks in his inked skin

“you’re the light of my life, my darling…my god…heaven help who ever hurts you”

you could feel yourself begin to buckle under the weight of your next orgasm

the pulse grew thick between your thighs

gasps rose in your throat like calls for air

malakai braced himself against your chest, hands slipping under your back in order to hold you close

“cum for me, my angel…make a mess around my cock”

the force of your orgasm caused tears to will in the corners of your eyes

choked sobs catching in your throat as your pussy quivered around his length

heated thrums of your orgasms clenching around him

he gave a final groan, his hot seed filling your womb

a sensation that made your back arch with contentment

a small hum left your lips, breaking between the soft, pleasured sobs

“hey…sweetheart. look at me” he tiled your head upwards, catching your teary gaze

“don’t cry, my love…you did so well”

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[elitehunter]

Malakai Black: (Later On, We'll Conspire) To Face Unafraid The Plans That We've Made

Title: (Later On, We'll Conspire) To Face Unafraid The Plans That We've Made Theme: Day 3 - Candles for @12daysofchristmas Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Malakai Black x OFC Warnings: none really unless you count mentions of religion and overbearing relatives on the holidays Word Count: 3,005

She's planned the perfect event for the AEW holiday party and her boss, Tony Khan, has told her she shouldn't work and should enjoy herself. She doesn't expect to spend the whole night engrossed in conversation with the leader of the House of Black. And she definitely doesn't expect to learn so much about him and what he thinks of her in the process.

Read it on AO3

[blxckdragonfly]

nothing good happens after 2am (Darkness Finds You Outtake)

(Song: “nothing good happens after 2am” by Mothica.

Warnings: Self-sabotage. Self-harm. 

Pairing: Malakai Black & Lyra Crowe Büdgen (Lilith Czar- played by Mothica) 

Synopsis: After having a horrible episode of self-sabotage, Lyra gets the inspiration to write another song for the deluxe version of her album. 

A/N: I’m also going to intertwine some of my own personal experience on this with self harming, because I was there way back in 2017-2018 and have struggled with blades since my early teen years, and now currently in remission. So, please read with caution. -Tiger

Playlist:

Word Count: 1,475-- cowritten with @blackrose-92​)

Lyra and MB’s House: Tampa, Florida– September 22nd, 2022.

2am. The hour before the witching. I lay on my side of our bed, glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I look over to see that Malakai’s asleep, out like a light. I turn onto my back and I let out a soft breath. I hate this time of the night, because it always drains me even more than I already have been.

Stay busy, don't think too much

Don't speak up, play it safe

Don't bother to ask for help

You'll ruin someone's day

Be pretty, pretty mean to yourself

Keep running 'til you're weak

This is what I tell myself all night….

I don’t deserve any of this. This, being married to someone. A healthy relationship, a home and a family life. These seven cats (children) that rely on me. I’m afraid that this is too good to be true, now that my ex is longer tormenting us– a heaviness weighs on my chest because I know that something is going to tear us apart.

I dig my long yet painted black nails of my right hand into my left and I start trailing them down, not caring if it draws blood or not. I only do it when I’m on tour with my band or when Malakai’s doing a show and I’m not needed, which is rare.

I try to keep it a secret and hide away my tendency so that he doesn’t see, or I use makeup– like foundation to cover up the majority of the scars that line my body.

Drip. Drip. I glance down at my hand and I see the blood dripping onto the bed sheets and I start to panic. I reach for whatever I can find, paper towels, napkins, anything that I can to soak the blood up.

Nothin' good happens after 2am

So I stay in bed

Replaying in my head

I'm clawing at my skin, and I'm so terrified

That I'll waste my life

In fear, in fear

See? This is why you don’t deserve any of this, Lyra. And you know it. A voice hisses in my head, loudly. I get out of bed, quietly and wash the blood off of my hand. I sigh as I apply pressure to the cut to get the bleeding to stop, hating myself more. I keep my head down, avoiding the mirror and the reflection as I do so because I’m afraid to look myself in the eye.

I hear a couple of knocks at the door and my panic heightens, I toss away the bloody tissue and I place a bandage on the cut on my hand.

“Lyra?” I hear Malakai’s voice outside of the door. “Lyra. It’s 2am, what’s going on?”

“I’ll be out in a second, babe.” I softly say as I shake my head.

If only you knew. If only….

I open the door and I see him standing in front of it, his facial expression tired but also laced with worry.

“What’s wrong, Lyra?” Malakai says and I walk past him to our bed.

Play it off. Make him believe everything’s okay. I thought as I shrug, meeting his eyes.

“Nothing. Just a nightmare.” I tell him as I sit on the bed. I watch as he narrows his eyes and he sits right next to me.

I'm good but not good enough for twenty-six years old

I don't know what I want, so I keep chasing gold

Lying at therapy so they're not scared of me

I'm getting scared of me, I know

“If you were having a nightmare, why didn’t you wake me?” He asks, realizing what I said was an instant lie and that he had caught it. I hate that he’s that observant sometimes.

“I…” I try to speak but the words catch in my throat. I can’t. I already feel guilty when I’m away on tour, when we’re away from each other and these episodes happen. I have to tell him at some point. I look away from his eyes but I feel his fingers lift my chin up, our eyes meeting once more.

“Lyra.” His voice softens. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

I hate this. I hate that I kept this from him for so long. I take a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs before I exhale through my nose.

“You’re right. It wasn’t a nightmare,” I say. “When you and I are apart from each other, whether it’s me going on tour or you doing a show without me– this cycle always happens. At 2am, I go through the worst self-sabotage that I start harming myself, sometimes I dig my nails so deep into my own skin that I draw blood. I start doubting myself. I start doubting us and our relationship. I hate it because I feel like it never ends.”

I see a look of shock cross him as I blink away tears that threaten to escape. I look away from him again, and they fall slowly down my cheeks– tears of pure shame. It feels like an eternity has passed before I feel his hands rest against both of my cheeks.

Nothin' good happens after 2am

So I stay in bed

Replaying in my head

I'm clawing at my skin, and I'm so terrified

That I'll waste my life

In fear, in fear

“Lyra,” His thumb wipes away my tears. “I may not be happy knowing that you’ve been hurting yourself when you’re on tour, but I’m glad that you’re brave enough to tell me. I don’t ever want you to have doubts about us, because you know that we’ve been through almost everything together. We’re still here and very much in love with each other, and it doesn’t make me love you any less for it.”

“I’m sorry….” His thumb rests against my lips, silencing me for the moment.

“Don’t apologize,” He murmurs, brushing back strands of my crimson hair behind my ear. "I understand. How long has this been going on for?”

“Ever since Created From Filth and Dust came out.” I say. “2021. Give or take.”

His eyes widened after I said that. That indeed, I’d been holding this back for a year. The silence creeps on and I feel it dragging like claws around me because I want him to say something.

“I-I didn’t want you to be mad at me if I told you,” I sniff as more tears fall. “Are you mad at me?”

His eyes soften and I feel his hand take my tattooed one, running his thumb across my death’s head moth tattoo, tracing it gently.

'Cause I hate what I see when I'm looking at me

I don't wanna exist, I don't wanna be seen

I'm fading, so jaded

By the weight of the words

I've been telling myself

Maybe I should just turn into somebody else

Erase me, replace me

“I’m not mad at you, Lyra. I’ll never be mad at you,” He takes our intertwined hands and kisses the back of my hand, his fingers caressing my knuckles. “I wish that I’d known sooner because I could've helped you find a better way instead of knowing you turned to harm.”

I let out a sigh and wrap my arms around his waist. I rest my head against his side, burying my face into his skin. Letting this embrace be enough to tell him that I’m sorry for keeping it hidden away from him for so long but also with a sense of relief now that I could say something to him.

“You already are helping me, Shadow,” I murmured. “Just by being the best husband I could ever ask for. I have to remember that, that we have each other and that will always conquer any doubt that I’ll ever feel. I love you.”

“I love you too,” He whispers with a soft smile, pulling me into his arms as we sink back into the sheets of our bed, together, my head resting on his chest. He places a loving kiss onto my lips, hand rubbing the center of my back. “Sleep well, my Little Crow. I’ll be right here if you wake up again.”

I nod and I close my eyes, letting the smell of him overtake my senses as well as the feel of his warm arms around me– sleep finally taking its hold after he places another kiss on my forehead and the voices fade away for another night.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[1-800-sinister]

Payback

Requested By: @houseofcopeland

Warnings: None that i know of

Julia was fighting against Skye Blue. She was having a tough time; she didn't notice that Adam Copeland came out. 

Adam came out and decided to interfere with Julia's match to help her retain her title. Julia retained her title, thanks to Adam's help, they went backstage. 

Julia and the rest of the House of Black stared at Adam. He spoke up, "Look, I pledge my allegiance to the House of Black, but I need your help. I want payback on Christian and the patriarchy and to win the title in Toronto." 

Julia looks at Buddy, Malakai, and Brody. They all nodded. Malakai spoke up, "We can do that, but you have to help us win the Aew trio's titles." Adam nodded, "I can do that."

Adam kept up with his part of the deal; he helped the House of Black win the trio's titles, so now it was the House of Black's turn to keep up with their part of the deal. 

Time came for Adam's and Christians match in Toronto. They were fighting in the ring when the House of Black came out. Christian was confused, but he kept fighting with Adam.

The boys handled Nick and Killswitch while Julia handled Shayna. Christian got distracted, which caused Adam to get the upper hand. He knocked Christian out, pinning him to the win.

When Christian came back to his senses, everything clicked. Adam had taken his title. He stood up. Adam smirked, putting down the title "At the end of the day, the house always wins," and he speared Christian. 

[midwestmade29]

Revenge 😈

I am loving the way the story between Adam Copeland and The House of Black has played out! Thanks @houseofcopeland for trusting me with another story request. I hope you like it 🖤 Word count: 1.2k Divider by: @firefly-graphics GIF by me 🙂 Original Request: Request! Christian has been getting attacked by the House of Black for weeks now and has turned to Adam for help only to learn that Adam is not only now a member of the House but the attacks were his idea as revenge for the nightmare Christian and the Patriarchy put him through. What happens next is up to you. Also please end with Adam and the House saying "The House Always Wins" in unison.

Disclaimers: Intimidation, wrestlers being attacked.

This story is written from the POV of Adam Copeland 🙂

In Christian's moment of need, he calls on his childhood best friend for help. Little does he know that The House has a new member...

Joining the House of Black was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. While it had taken quite a bit of persuasion, in the end it was simply meant to be. My allegiance to them has remained a secret, so I stay in the shadows until the timing is right. In the meantime, I was orchestrating some sweet revenge against the leader of The Patriarchy and my ex-childhood best friend for all the hell he put me through.

Little did the prick know that I was the reason for his beat downs! Watching him writhe in pain at the hands of the House and knowing he has his head on a constant swivel in fear that a member of the House might be around the corner brought me great joy. Every kick, every stomp, every mind game and sleepless night the Patriarch suffered was well deserved.

Taking out the rest of Christian’s little family was incredibly easy. His pet dinosaur Killswitch was a non-issue for Brody as he Gonzo Bombed him practically straight to hell! His precious little Prodigy son Nick Wayne was perhaps the sweetest one to watch. Malakai’s Black Mass left the kid flat on his back seeing stars!

For the last 2 weeks, Christian had only been accompanied to the ring by Shayna. We let the two of them think they were safe and sound until Julia surprised the Matriarch during one of Christian’s matches. The tall blonde was out like a light in mere seconds when Julia locked her in Hartless. The Patriarchy was crumbling, and it was beautiful.

Perhaps the most pathetic moment out of all this was last night when Christian requested time on the microphone. There he stood in the middle of the ring with bags under his eyes and worry written all over his face as he practically begged me to help him.

 “I know the things I’ve done in the past haven’t exactly been friendly, Adam. But I’m coming to you tonight in front of everyone in the arena and everyone watching at home and asking for your help. You’re all the family I have left Adam. The rest of the Patriarchy have fallen at the hands of The House of Black and now it’s just me. Please, Adam. Please say you’ll help your best friend, your brother,” Christian pleaded into the hard cam. To add to his suffering, I ignored him and left him all by his lonesome as Dynamite went to a commercial break. I really hope someone got a picture of his pathetic face so I can frame it!

It was now the night before Collision, and I was deep in conversation with Malakai. I was chomping at the bit after Christian begged me to help him on Dynamite to make my official House of Black debut! “I think now is the time, Malakai. Christian has no idea about the attacks and for some reason, he still thinks he can trust me. Think of the devastation he’ll feel once he finds out!” I said exuberantly. Malakai placed his hand on my shoulder while giving me a nod. “I think you’re right, Adam. It's time the House enjoys the fruits of our labor. It’s settled then! Tomorrow on Collision, our newest member will step out of the darkness and into the light to lay an old friendship to rest,”

Collision was running smoothly with everything falling into place as the night went on. Malakai had informed me that Christian would be making one final plea for my help after the women’s match and that would be when we would strike. I’ve never been more ready for something in my entire life! “Let’s let bygones be bygones and join forces again. Please, Adam. I need you,” Christian petitioned into the camera backstage. The dumbass tried his best to appeal to a side of me that no longer existed. He still tried to use our extensive history as a ploy to get me on his side. While I might’ve fallen for his shit in the past, the House has made me see clearer than I have in years! Christian is a tyrant and must pay for his crimes. Seconds after he stopped speaking, Buddy came out of nowhere and began to attack Christian backstage! The cameras didn’t dare turn off or pan away from the action, capturing every punch and kick Buddy was giving. Just when Christian thought things couldn’t get any worse, Brody decided to join in on the fun! He was now trying to fend off two members of the House and was failing miserably.

Suddenly, the lights in the arena went off, leaving everyone in darkness and the sound of gasps filling the air. They remained that way for several moments before turning back on and showing Buddy, Brody, Julia, and Malakai inside the ring with Christian laying on the mat in front of them.

The 4 of them stood there triumphantly with pleased grins on their faces until my music hit and I ran down the ramp. The cheers in the arena were deafening as I slid into the ring and stared down the House of Black. The audience had no idea of my true intentions of coming out here! My eyes darted back and forth between each member of the House and Christian while it appeared I was trying to plan out my next move and save my best friend. When I lunged in the direction of Malakai, the lights went out once more! This was the moment I had been waiting on for weeks. Everything was about to change. The shocked gasps and “Oohs” from everyone when the lights shined bright again made it hard not to smile as I now stood in the center of the ring with my hands in Christian’s hair, holding him up for the whole world to see. The rest of the House stood around me just as satisfied as I was, soaking in every boo and every shocked expression. “What the hell is going on here?!” Tony Shiavone said astounded on commentary. “Adam Copeland teaming up with The House of Black? Surely hell has frozen over guys,”

Julia handed me a microphone as I let go of Christian’s hair and let him fall to the mat with a thud. I bent down to the prick’s level and smirked at how pitiful he looked. “Surprised to see me, old friend?” I asked rhetorically. “You requested my presence, so here I am. Only I’m not here to help you, no no. This is your day of reckoning Christian. You see, I’ve actually been planning this surprise for weeks. Every attack against each of your little misfit family members, every attack against you was my idea. Every sleepless night, every panic induced dream you had was because of me. Well, me and my fellow House members,”

I turned my head in acknowledgement to each member of the House, smirking at the scene playing out around us. Christian’s eyes were the size of silver dollars when the weight of my words threatened to crush him. This was everything I hoped it would be! “Consider this the first of many encounters The House of Black and the Patriarchy will be having, Christian. I’d continue to keep that head of yours on a swivel, especially in the dark. You never know who might be lurking in the shadows,” I threatened before laughing menacingly. I began punching and kicking the little prick and it didn’t take much to knock him out cold! With my foot planted on his chest, Malakai, Brody, Buddy and Julia stood next to me while 5 of us offered one last sentiment to Christian and the rest of the world, “The House Always Wins.”

[wrestlesin]

.·:*¨ What You Truly Are ¨*:·.

•┈••✦ ❤ ��••┈• Warnings: 18+ ONLY

Tags: pet names, degradation, corruption, masturbation (f!receiving), unprotected sex, cream-pie, male orgasm, female orgasm, semi-public sex, implied compulsion, implied temporary dubious consent

Info: Repost Word Count: 2,457

Pairing: Original Female Character x Malakai Black Not proof-read. •┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Unhinged. Insane. Corrupted.

I’d been a hand backstage for months, watching from the sidelines as reality blended into fiction, twisting in a grotesque display of carnage. Whispers carried through the halls of every arena I was in, warning of the man always flanked by his disciples. Something was very wrong with him, but something about him gnawed at me each time he entered into my vision. An inky black intensity followed him wherever he went, his stoic gaze always in a broad sweep until one day he caught me staring. My stomach flipped, a strange heat spreading through my veins that made me jittery. As quickly as he’d caught me I was turning my head away and focusing down at the papers in my hand, but even still I could feel him watching. It seemed to take forever for he and his followers to leave, but when they did I finally found the courage to look upwards again. My heart was racing, my fingers trembling around the fingers as I caught sight of their backs down the hall.

That wouldn’t be the only time I found myself being stared down after that. He seemed to always be there, lurking in the sticky dark that clung to the corners of the arenas we were in. His striking white eye always catching my attention, holding it until my nerves yanked my gaze away, but each time was longer than the last. Seconds grew and the jittery fear that skittered through my bones became almost addictive; I found myself looking for him in the following weeks. Waiting for him. Then the little game stopped one evening. Each time I saw him he turned his jaw from me, casting his intensity elsewhere. I couldn’t stop staring though; I studied his outline, the way his tattoo’s peaked out from his suit. That jittery fear I’d grown so accustom too, so accepting and wanting of its warmth, had warped into something else entirely. Then he turned. His face over his shoulder, that white eye catching me where I stood. Then he smirked.

My stomach flipped as heat coursed through my entire body, pooling particularly between my legs. Worse yet I could feel that heat in my cheeks, red and blossoming even down to my chest. Once more I ripped my attention away, but instead of standing my ground and waiting for them to leave I scurried towards an empty bathroom. The door clattered shut behind me, leaving me in silence under the glow of the flickering fluorescent lights. My head swam, everything beneath my fingers feeling almost unreal to the touch. What had just happened? What was happening to me? My core throbbed as I thought back to that expression of his. He knew what was happening, he had the answers.

I tried to shake the thought out of my head, I tried to resist the way I felt compelled to go back to him. Had everyone been right? Malakai Black, a man lost to his own madness, truly was a corrupting force. I was there, teetering on the edge of my decision, too lost in my own head to notice the door to the restroom open. Then close.

Then lock.

All apprehension left my body when I picked my face up from my hands, cold water freshly dripping down off my cheeks where I’d try to cool myself off, and spotted the infectious evil behind me. He held my stare in the mirror, my breath caught in my throat. I knew I should run, I knew I should have bolted out of that bathroom, but instead I remained. His slow steps up behind me finally eased the air from my lungs, his intense attention making my knees feel weak beneath me. I simply couldn’t look away though. He said nothing at first, instead reaching forward and curling one of his hands around the softness of my neck and using it to tilt my head backwards. As he pulled I easily complied, chest now heaving upwards in labored breaths. He was pressed against me now, his hips flush to my ass as he bent me like a bow. The warmth of his fingers burned into my throat, a sensation I knew I’d never forget. “You’ve wanted this.” His voice startled me slightly, but his firm grasp on my throat never relented. My head tipped back further, forcing me to look up at him directly as he watched with a growing, sinister smile. “Say it. Speak your truth.” He coaxed as his thumb began petting over my pulse.

“I want this.” I found myself admitting beneath my breath. “Again.” He commanded while bringing his other hand to feel along the curve of my side. “I want this.” I whispered as heat pooled between my legs. “Louder.” That hand on my side latched down on my hip, yanking my hips back to press against his groin. “I want this!” I moaned out before biting my lower lip, the sound of my own wanting voice alarming me. “You just can’t help yourself. You give in so easily, don’t you?” Malakai brought his own voice down to a whisper, angling my chin to look back into the mirror as he held me. He had dipped down somewhat, placing his lips against my ear. From our reflection all I could see of him was that merciless grey orb and the smeared remnants of his personal corruption. I watched silently, mouth slightly agape, as the hand gripping my chin wandered further south to grope at my breasts through the thin blouse I was wearing. “Don’t close your eyes,” he commanded gently when mine fluttered closed, “watch.” I obeyed after a second of hesitation, watching as that hand slid further south. My pulse quickened, my stillness being broken by my legs parting on instinct. This seemed to please him, drawing a low chuckle from his throat while his finger worked over the button of my jeans. He never once looked elsewhere, even as he pushed my jeans down with both hands and I stared at his reflection doing it.

And then the soft slowness of it all ended in an abrupt shove. His hand found my hair and shoved me forward, hips pressing into the edge of the sink and my face nearer the mirror. Instead of the yelp of fear I should have had I offered a pathetic moan, my legs squirming beneath my as I tried to press back against him. “Patience, whore.” He tested the waters, almost grinning as my eyes shot up into the reflection to stare at him in shock. “Is that not what you are?” He questioned and rubbed over the round of my ass, fingers dipping into the edge of my underwear before giving a sharp slap. “You couldn’t stop yourself, you wanted so badly to come to me. You wanted guidance, discipline, purpose.” I whimpered as the sting of his hand subsided, but his words echoed in my head. He was right. “Don’t worry.” He used his knee to spread my legs further apart, most of my weight now resting on the edge of the counter as he kept my head lifted using his grip in my hair. “I’ll give you purpose. We both know precisely where you belong.”

His fingers slid down to my core, rubbing teasingly at my folds and grinning in delight as I arched back and whined out a quiet “please” in response. “What a good girl.” He cooed. “You’ve always known. You were just afraid.” Once more that gentleness vanished, ripping my panties down to my ankles where my jeans had pooled around my sneakers. The cool air of the bathroom hit my body like a truck, forcing a gentle shiver to travel up my spine. Malakai wasted little time sliding his fingers between my folds, quickly finding that little bundle of nerves he knew would make me buck against his hand. And buck I did, filthy wet and desperate for friction as the heat he’d spurred inside of me had yet to die down. I felt almost feral, carnal, with only one thing on my mind.

A brief reprieve was offered as he slid a finger inside of me, then two, and began thrusting them in and out. “Oh fuck!” I mewled quietly, but upon trying to press my head down I felt the sting of my hair being pulled back up. He wasn’t just happy corrupting me it seemed, he wanted me to watch myself fall apart. Not that I would object, my mind far gone from the morally correct answer to the situation. He knew where I belonged, he knew what I craved. Now he was giving it to me.

Pleasure. Discipline. Belonging.

His fingers toyed with me until my entire body went rigid, my lips red from biting on them. I wasn’t close enough to my orgasm as I would have liked, but it was near enough to feel its build. That’s when he pulled his hand away. I whimpered and tried to protest, thrashing slightly against the counter in frustration. “No, no, no.” He soothed and shoved me his fingers. “Look at you. No patience..” He scowled and leaned over me, bringing his fingers to my mouth. “Suck them.” He commanded despite my visible pouting. “Now!” He thrust against my ass and my jaw fell open, his fingers quickly diving in so I could taste myself on his fingers. That little shove was what I needed, just as I’d needed it before. Escalating my obedience, driving me further from reason. He stared at me in the mirror as I sucked his fingers, savoring them until I gagged on their length. Only then did he seemed pleased and pulled them from my mouth, drawing another impatient pout out of me.

“You’re greedy. Undisciplined. Bratty.” He explained. “We’ll need to change that. You’ll never be fulfilled if you can never satisfy your hunger.” I watched in the reflection in front of us as he unbuckled his suit pants and pushed them down, just barely able to see his girth spring free past my own obstruction of his figure. I could feel it though, scorching hot against where the tip dragged across my bare ass. “Ask for it.” Malakai commanded. I felt my cheeks heat up. I couldn’t bring myself to ask no matter how much I wanted it, no matter how right he was. A little bit of sense came to me then as I took in exactly what was happening.

That was short lived.

“Ask!”

He snapped and curled his fingers back around my throat, pulling me back against him once more. The thickness of his cock pressed against my skin and my core pulsed, the only thing keeping me from rubbing my thighs together being the fact that they were still being kept apart by his knee. “Tell me exactly what you want.” He growled into my ear and once more I felt my head swim off, clouds above me and the world span beneath my feet. “Please fuck me!” I cried out as the final threads of my sanity snapped under my sinful desire. “Please, I need it so badly!”

Behind me I could see his little smile in the mirror. Knowing. “As you wish.”

My fingers gripped at the edge of the sink as he suddenly bent me forward fully again, one hand in my hand as the other guided him inside of me. Every inch burned me to my core, finally releasing that thrumming heat that had been cursing me since we’d locked eyes in the hall. My jaw fell open in a blissful grin as he grabbed onto my hip, immediately finding a pace that was both slow and brutal. Every thrust shoved me into the counter, ensuring that I’d be bruised, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I choked out pleased groans with every deliberate thrust, his cock stretching and filling me as if he was what my body needed all along.

“Fuck yes..” I hissed in happiness as his thrusts started to pick up, faster and faster until the room was flooded with the sounds of slapping skin, grunting, and my own joyful, carnal groans. “Yes, more, more more!” I begged loud enough to be heard outside the door, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Only Father Malakai behind me. Using me.

Whore.

The hand on my hip moved around to the front of me, sliding between my legs and found my clit with ease. I knew he was close, I could feel it in the way his hips were beginning to stutter and his grunts were growing louder. I felt almost prideful at that, boastful even that he was coming undone behind me so easily, but as soon as his fingers began to rub at that sensitive little nub I found myself unraveling. Electricity raced through my limbs as I trembled and panted, wanton moans and half uttered pleas falling from my lips until my vision was blinded by hot white light.

He kept going through, his fingers never relenting as he rode me through my orgasm. Tears, happy tears, stung at the edges of my eyes as he kept going. Harder, harder, harder ---

And then he nearly stilled entirely, emptying himself inside of me with a few ragged, tired thrusts. Somewhere along the line I’d stopped watching, my head finally released and pressed down into the cold countertop. When I lifted my head back up, exhausted, I saw myself in the mirror. Makeup smeared down my cheeks, lips swollen, and hair ruffled beyond repair. God, I was beautiful. Slowly my gaze drifted upwards to the man half leaning over me, one hand braced on the counter next to me to keep himself upright. His own stare finally meeting mine again and this time I felt only calming, blissful warmth. Malakai’s cock slowly slipped from me and his hand between my leg slid away, carefully tucking himself back into his clothes and smoothing out the soft fabric of his suit.

I, however, did not move. My hips ached in the best way possible, my head still foggy from orgasm, and the cold counter feeling incredibly against my breasts. “Good girl.” He praised quietly and reached out to give my ass a soft, gentle rub. “You have so much to learn.” With that he walked off, unlocked the bathroom door, and slipped out. Leaving me in the silence of the bathroom.

Reality slowly began to sink in though. The entire event replaying in my head like the memory wasn’t my own. Yet this time there wasn’t a question about what I was going to do.

I knew he had so much to teach me.

[woodandwaxwings]

Guide

if there's no link then I haven't written a fic for this fandom yet, feel free to request. Male and gender neutral reader only and I will write semi-nsfw now but nothing further than that. crossed out I no longer write for.

The Walking Dead Carl Grimes, Michonne, Ricky dicky doo da Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, Tyreese Williams (More to add bc I haven't finished the show yet)

The 100 Bellamy Blake, Monty Greene, Clarke Griffin, Octavia Blake, King Roan, John Murphy, Raven Reyes

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children Victor Bruntley, Fiona Frauenfeld, Hugh Apiston Bronwyn Bruntley, Emma Bloom, Jacob Portman

It(2017) All of the Losers club

Alice In Borderland Kiuna Hikari, Chishiya Shuntarou, Arishu Ryohei, Ann Rizuna, Tatta Kōdai

Once Upon A Time Peter Pan, Felix, Henry Mills, Regina Mills, Emma Swan

Marauders Era (Harry Potter) Regulus Black, Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Marlene, Dorcas

Heartbreak High Anthony Vaughn, Spencer White, Malakai Mitchell, (more to be added)

The Order

One Piece (Live Action) Luffy D. Monkey, Sanji Vinsmoke

Dead Boy Detectives Charles Rowland, Edwin Payne, Niko, Monty

Lockwood and CO George Karim, Lucy Carlyle

My Babysitter's a Vampire

sarah rq

Fic Reccomendations

Full Fanfics

Candy Hearts (Quinn Fabray x Male Reader)

Shut Me Up (Kitty Wilde x Male Reader)

[thotferatu]

i need more malakai black fanfic

[xbreezymeadowsx]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40294767

Sorry this took me forever. Idk what happened to my brain.

@band--psycho

[daddyhausen]

Because I'm in my feels about him, could I get some welcome back Malakai headcanons (smut or fluff, you decide)?

• home — malakai black •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { malakai black masterlist }

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{ warnings } — mentions of abandonment

{ word count } — 504

{ pairing } — fem!reader x malakai black

{ genre } — angst

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{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @damnnhausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @nicoleveno14 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @bonehead-playz

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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it was not the first time he’d been away 

but this time surely was the longest 

or at least it felt like it 

to make it worse, he had not even given you an indication as to why he left or when he’d be back 

eight months it had been

eight months without him

nights where spent cooped up by the window

bed cold and empty in his absence 

awaiting to see his car in the driveway 

or by the phone, hoping for a simple text or a call

nothing

you began to lose hope in the last couple on months 

maybe he was busy, just lost track of time 

and you surely hoped that it was not the thought that plagued the deepest parts of you mind

a question you’d never thought you’d think  of 

what if he doesn’t love you anymore?

as nightfall grew, the without him became colder, more isolated 

you had spent the better part of half an hour pacing through the halls of your home

simply waiting 

an anxious, frightened wreck. 

you could of sworn you’d seen him in the driveway earlier 

only to be disappointed when realising it was nothing more than a figment of your imagination 

maybe your thoughts were right and he indeed had forgotten about you

your mind raced with possibilities as to why?

what pushed him so far over the edge to make him up and leave without a word

your thoughts were cut short by soft thrums at the door

a knock

as clear as day

you seemed far too eager to answer it 

practically sprinting towards the front door 

not caring who it was, but hoping it was him

and to your surprise and relief…it was 

malakai stood before you, as stoic as ever 

his eyes fixated on the ground, while desperately wanting to meet your gaze 

a breath caught in your throat, tears welled in your eyes as you choked back sobs 

fists balling at your sides before slamming into his chest as hard as you could muster

although he did not feel a thing barely moving at the contact

“you bastard! why did you leave without saying anything!?-”

you could not contain yourself, sobbing into his chest, fist still throwing albeit weaker punches 

he said nothing, simply allowing you to get your frustrations out, after all he did deserve it 

“i’m sorry, sweetheart…it was out of my control-”

“you still could have told me!”

he led you inside, holding you close to his chest 

his large palm caressing the back of your head 

smoothing gentle circles into your scalp

you collapsed completely into him, although still trying to mask your relief that he was home

you clung to him, gripping his clothes tightly 

you missed everything about him 

his warmth, his scent, his touch…

“please understand, my love…i did it to keep you safe” 

he planted a soft kiss to your forehead, savouring the feeling he had missed so much 

“and i will explain everything, my angel” 

he cupped your cheeks tenderly in his palms 

thumbs swiping way stray tears 

“just let me make up for all the months i’ve been gone” 

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[blxckdragonfly]

Finding You (Darkness Finds You Universe #5-- Part 1)

(Song: "Finding You" by Kesha.

Warning: Slight smut on the page, other than that none! And also fluffy af shit.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunciation of her name: Lai-shuh" (Played by Ana De Armas), featuring Lyra Crowe Büdgen (Lilith Czar-- Played by Mothica) & Malakai Black.

Synopsis: Lyra receives the news from MB that Chris and Lycia's relationship has been leaked to the public and she has to be the one to deliver the message to them.

Word Count: 3,059

A/N: And we're back! This is a two parter piece because it's super long. Myself and @blackrose-92 had written so much that I had to break it up into parts on it's own! We hope you enjoy it. x Tiger

Spotify: Linked Below!)

Allen County War Memorial Coliseum– Fort Wayne, Indiana: September 9th, 2022. 

(Lyra’s POV) 

“Thank you, Indiana! I am Lilith Czar! Goodnight!” I say as myself and my bandmates take our bow after playing our last song of our set, which was Buzzkill. Tonight’s show was a blast, we had the audience singing every word of the setlist back at us. We’d been flown in for the second half of the Trinity of Terror tour after We Came As Romans had caught a bad case of COVID. 

The boys in Ice Nine, Black Veil and Motionless are going to have so much fun tonight. I walk backstage after my drummer, Lindsay and I grab a water bottle to soothe my hurting voice. When I grab my phone, I see that there are a few texts from Malakai and a missed call. I raise a brow and swipe through my phone. 

Malakai: Uh, wife? You might want to get a hold of Chris and let him know about this. 

He attached a link to an article which I open and my jaw drops at the words I read: 

Motionless In White Frontman’s New Flame? 

The photos in the article show Chris and his new girlfriend, Lycia, kissing as she was helping him with his stage makeup. I was shocked but also above all, mad and upset that their relationship had been leaked to the press and media. I get up after draining my water bottle and I respond to his text. 

Lyra: On it, Shadow. Thank you for the heads up, husband. 

I put my phone in my pocket and I started walking further backstage, stopping when I saw Chris with Lycia. The sight makes my heart melt and I think of my own relationship. She’s leaning against him in his arms and he moves in to place a soft kiss against her cheek. 

My heart. I thought. I shake my head and get my focus back as I slowly walk up to them. 

“Hey, you two,” I say, as Chris pulls away from Lycia, keeping an arm around her. “Malakai messaged me. He wants me to show you this, Chris. It’s not good.” 

I pulled up the article on my phone and I showed him the leaked photos of him and Lycia. I saw anger cross Chris’s face and he grits his teeth. 

“Are you fucking serious?!” Chris growls as he kicks at the wall behind him and Lycia. 

“... That’s why I kept my phone.” I said with a sigh and I saw Lycia let out a huff in frustration. 

“Well, I knew that was going to happen to us. Sooner or later,” Lycia says and Chris pauses with a look of shock and he raises both of his eyebrows raised. My jaw hits the floor in shock. 

“What?” Chris says and Lycia shrugs as she looks at Chris in the eyes. 

“I’ve been around my fair share of celebrities as a photographer,” Lycia explains. “It, sadly, comes with the territory.” 

Chris looks flabbergasted at how well his own girlfriend is taking the news that their relationship is out in the world, not in the way they wanted to announce their relationship and I don’t blame him. I was in the same thought process as he was. 

“Sure, babe,” Lycia continues. “I’m a little bit mad about the whole thing. But that’s part of dating a celebrity and it’s almost as certain as death and taxes. The paparazzi following you.” 

I glance over at Chris, who’s still frozen in shock with his jaw on the floor. It made me amused. 

“Dude, you should see yourself,” I said. “You look like you just saw Corey Taylor run out of the bathroom naked.” 

As soon as I said that, Chris’s facade cracked and he started to laugh, shaking his head. 

“That’s fucking disgusting, Lyra,” Chris says. “Don’t ever say that again.” 

I start to laugh at myself. “What? It’s the best thing that I could come up with.” 

“Ugh. Thanks to you, I need to be fucking baptized,” Chris mutters and he hears Lycia start laughing before glancing over at her with a devious smile. “Or maybe I can settle with a shower.” 

“Ew.” I put both of my hands up in the air. “Alright. I’m out of here.” 

I turn and walk away as I hear Chris laughing and I find a quiet place in the venue to call Malakai and have a talk because I’m sure he’s wanted to hear from me since I got off stage. 

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(Lycia’s POV) 

Chris takes my hand and he walks me back to Motionless’s dressing room after making sure the room was empty, he shuts the door behind us and locks it. He backs me against the door, meeting his lips with mine in a deep kiss. I start to giggle after a few minutes and pull away, staring at him. 

“What’s got you so eager, babe?” I ask as I see a grin cross his face. 

I wanna feel you tonight like the very first time

Let's run away, baby, drive straight into the moonlight

Kiss me and tell me you're mine like no one’s watching

Like time is stopping

“I’m really impressed with how you were able to handle our relationship being leaked like that,” Chris murmurs, the seductive change in his tone making me shiver– my heart starts to race. “All I want right now… Is you.” 

I gave him a touched look as I knot my dark red acrylic nailed fingers into his blonde hair, eliciting a soft groan from his lips, I smiled at the sound. My heart starts to flutter and pitter patter in my chest at the sight of him. 

“Do we even have time?” I say. “Lyra just got off stage.” 

I hear a soft chuckle from him. “Oh, believe me, honey. When it comes to loving you– I will always make time.” 

I melted in his arms and I gave him a seductive smile of my own.

“Mm. Is that so, babe?” I pushed him onto the couch beside the vanity, I moved to straddle his hips as I wrap my arms around his neck. He nods at me as I lean forward into his lips. “Well, then. Give me all you’ve got, Motionless.” 

I feel his fingers knot in the strands of my hair as his lips meet mine in another kiss, this kiss being so passionate that it takes the breath out of me. He and I take as little time as possible to get ourselves undressed, he places subtle but loving kisses across my skin and scars. 

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Chris murmurs as his hands run along my exposed skin, caressing my tattoos and scars. “How did I end up being so worthy to be able to fall in love with such a gorgeous woman like you? I love you so much.” 

I know forever don't exist

But after this life, I'll find you in the next

So when I say "forever," it's the goddamn truth

I'll keep finding, finding you

Tears fill my eyes as I look at him, seeing the warmth and the strength in his chocolate brown eyes, heart beating at every word he speaks to me. 

“I can say the same about such a wonderful man like you,” I whisper. “I love you more.” 

I close the gap between us and I meet his lips with mine, the feeling of wanting him pushing me over the edge, I sink myself onto him. A gasp full of pleasure escaping me as I break the kiss that we share. I dig the nails of my right hand into his shoulder and my left is in his blonde hair. 

His hands found their way to guide me, he met my lips deeply and passionately. 

“Fuck,” I whimper into his skin as he kept our momentum going.  

His hand moves to silence me so we don’t get caught. The way his hand covered my mouth was so hot.

"Baby. Sh." He whispers as a grin crosses his face before he moves his hand away, meeting my lips again, my nails scratching into his skin and I hear him growl softly, his warm breath against the side of my neck. My eyes closed at the pleasure. 

Fifteen to thirty minutes later, I awakened from the most intense bout of making love that I’ve ever had with Chris. I feel his fingers running through my caramel brown hair and I look around to still see that we’re in the dressing room together. He feels me starting to stir in his arms, I let out a soft whimper as I stretch my now sore body from gripping onto him and the couch, my eyes meeting his. 

I'm gonna search for your love, right through Hell and Heaven

Millions of years yet to come and in all dimensions

I know that you'll always be my happy ending

My happy ending

“There she is,” Chris murmurs with a soft smile on his face. “Hi, baby.” 

“Hi,” I whisper and he places a gentle kiss onto my forehead. My fingers tracing across his tattoos on his arms. “Well, I think we should do that more often.” 

I hear a soft chuckle from him. “Don’t tempt me, Lycia. It might start happening.” I giggle as his fingers move along my skin, tickling me. 

“Mm. Aren’t you supposed to go on stage with Motionless?” I say and I hear a faint laugh from him. 

“No, not yet,” He moves the dampened strands of my hair that have stuck to my forehead aside. “Black Veil’s still playing. They usually have a pretty long set, so we’re okay. I can hold onto you a little bit longer. No need to worry.” 

I breathe a soft sigh and I rest my head back on his shoulder, I feel him caress my back softly as I shiver and move closer to him for warmth, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Jesus, it’s freezing in here.” 

“Mm. Well, I could warm you up some more.” I feel his fingers moving toward my skin again and I start to giggle. 

“As much as I would love that, what happened to you not being tempted?” I chuckle as I see a smirk cross his face. He keeps his pattern on my back going, before he reaches over for his discarded Cyberhex bomber jacket, draping it around both of us to keep me warm. I smile as I settle myself against his chest. 

“So, what are we going to do about the article?” Chris asks as I start tracing the haunted house piece tattooed on his chest. I shrug at him. 

“There isn’t much we can do other than confirming it and embracing it,” An idea crosses my mind. I reach for my own phone, which is in the pocket of my faux leather jeans. 

No, I know forever don't exist

But after this life, I’ll find you in the next

So when I say "forever," it’s the goddamn truth

I'll keep finding, finding you

I open up the camera on my phone, he looks at me with a raised brow which makes me giggle as I take his hand in my own, intertwined our fingers together so the jack o’ lantern he has tattooed on his hand is showing and the moon I have on my right wrist is showing too. I took a photo of our hands together. I open up my Twitter and I tweet out that same photo with a simple caption and tagging him in it– 

LyciaRose: 🖤  

Suddenly I hear his phone get that notification, he saw it and a soft smile crosses his face, he not only following my Twitter back but responding to me: 

ChrisMotionless: 🖤 

As soon as that happened, my phone blew up with responses from his fanbase, some of them already in support of us and congratulating us on our relationship. 

"Let the madness begin," I murmured. I see a look of worry cross his eye but in a reassuring gesture, I lean in and kiss him softly. I feel him relax under me and melt into me. We break apart and his hand caresses the side of my face. 

"I'm not going to be surprised if I get asked about you in interviews from now on." He breathes a sigh. 

"Baby, you can say as much or as little as you want," I bring our intertwined hands up to rest against my chest. "It doesn't bother me." 

He leans in and meets my lips in a sweet and tender kiss. 

"You're so incredible, you know that? You truly, truly are." He whispers into my lips. 

The fingers of my free hand brushes the blonde of his hair, before lying against his face. My thumb tracing the tattoo under his jawline. I watch as his eyes close at my touch. 

"As sweet as that statement is, and it is," My voice stays honeyed and soft. "I'm not. I'm happy and in love with the man of my dreams. I won't even let the public eye take that away from me." 

His hands cup my face as he kisses me again, with a love I've never felt before. 

“Come on, babe. It’s only a matter of time before they find out we’re gone,” I reluctantly pulled away from his warm arms, as much as I would have loved to be in them. 

“You’re probably right.” I hear a sigh from him as he watches me put my clothes back on as he moves to do the same, I put on my red strappy crop top from Pretty Little Thing, my faux leather jeans from Fashion Nova and my black heeled boots. I take his Cyberhex bomber jacket and put it on, running my fingers through my hair quickly. 

“I’m taking this by the way,” I glance at him with a soft smile. I hear him chuckle softly, kissing the top of my head as he puts his own clothes for the stage back on.

“I shouldn’t expect anything less, even though it’s very cliche,” He murmurs as he places a soft peck on my lips. “But you always look fucking adorable in my stuff anyway.” 

I blush and look away from his eyes. “Why, thank you.” I giggle as he unlocks the door to the dressing room and offers me his hand, which I take. We walk back out of the room together, hand in hand. 

I get my camera gear out of its case and put my camera around my neck as I watch Chris get ready for the show, offering to help him with his makeup before heading out to the pit before Motionless hits the stage. I take my photos of him and the band throughout their set. 

Towards the end of their set, when they played Eternally Yours– I watched as Chris took one of the roses that was taped to his mic stand. I still have my camera and see it in my lens as I see him knelt down in front of me, he reaches out for me to take the rose. 

“Baby? What– What’s this for?” I say as I shrug my camera back around my neck. Chris leaned closer to my ear and I heard cheering from the audience. 

“This is me apologizing again for bringing up those bad memories,” He says. I give him a confused look for a moment. 

“What do you–” It hits me, he’s mentioning the day when we were on set of the Masterpiece music video, and when I spoke of my drug issues and losing Marcus. “Babe, you didn’t know.” 

“I still want to make it right, honey,” He murmured as I took the rose from him. He places a warm and loving kiss on my lips, I hear “aww’s” from the audience before I realized that I forgot to take photos of him handing out the roses to the audience. I tuck the rose behind my ear and I get back into shooting the photos. 

After their set, Chris and I walked backstage together, hand in hand and the first person we see is Lyra, who has just gotten off Facetime with her husband. 

“Aww, who would have thought that Chris Motionless was such a romantic?” Lyra teases. I hear a sigh from Chris. 

“Let me guess, you saw that?” Chris says as Lyra shows him the photos she took of him handing me the rose during Eternally Yours. 

“Don’t worry, Malakai and I won’t say anything,” Lyra says with a shrug. 

“You told Malakai?!” I hear Chris’s voice raise as he glares at Lyra. 

“Maybe…” Lyra shrugs her shoulders with a devious grin. Chris rolls his eyes at her. 

“Motherfucker,” Chris mutters. “As long as you didn’t tell anyone else about that…” 

“Or what?” I see Lyra turn her head to the side, her voice taking on a darker tone as Chris starts to brace himself at seeing her blank expression. “Malakai and I can easily kick your head off, you know.” 

“Fine. I’ll fucking shut up now,” Chris mumbles and Lyra’s face becomes normal once more, a friendly smile gracing her face. Chris flinches. “Goddammit, Lyra. I hate it when you do that.” 

I take on a look of pure confusion, more so a look of “What just happened?” and Lyra chuckles. 

“What you just saw is a small glimpse of my work in House of Black,” Lyra says. I glance over at Chris. 

“Well, baby. She’s definitely one of your weirder friends, I’ll tell you that.” I say and I hear Chris chuckle and Lyra laughs. “No offense.” 

“None taken, Lycia. I take it as a compliment,” Lyra says with a smile. Chris pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my waist, I lay my head on his chest as he speaks to Lyra about a proposition of her husband’s, that one of their friends come up on stage with him and do Slaughterhouse which he had no problem with. Quite frankly, all I wanted was to get back to the bus and get some sleep after Ice Nine’s set. I was exhausted but at least I knew that as long as I had him, this whole matter about our relationship being leaked will go away. I hope.

I know forever don't exist

After this life, I'll find you in the next

When I say "forever," it's the goddamn truth

I’ll keep finding, finding you, oh…. 

[sydsaint]

My fav spooky aesthetic man. ☠️☠️

Summary: The reader runs into Malakai at a Halloween party.

"I don't know, I still say that this is a little cliche, Allie." You frown in the mirror while she fixes the fake angel wings on your back.

Allie giggles with a mischievous smile and sets her chin on your shoulder. "Come on, Y/N. You look...well.." She tries to find the right descriptor.

"Like an angel?" You let out a small laugh.

"Exactly." Allie grins and hands you a halo headband, the last piece of your Halloween costume. "Now come on! We're going to be late for the party." She grabs your hand and pulls you along.

You and Allie arrive at the annual AEW Halloween party thrown by Tony Khan dressed as an angel and devil, respectively. The place is already ablaze with lights and music so you both head in and jump into the mix of things.

You make a B-line for the bar to grab a drink while Allie gets caught up talking to Ana Jay.

"Hi, can I get a pina colada, please?" You bat your eyelashes at the bartender.

The bartender nods, flashing you a flirty grin. He mixes up your drink and hands it to you across the bar. You smile at him as you take your drink and turn around to face the crowd. You search the crowd for anyone interesting to chat with for a bit. That is until someone leans against the bar next to you.

"An angel, huh?" Malakai Black observes you with a curious glint in his eyes.

"Hmm?" You turn to your side and lock eyes with Black. He's dressed in a pastor costume, rosery wrapped around the hand he's got resting on the bar. "Malakai!? A pastor, huh?" You let out a small laugh. "That's kind of ironic, don't you suppose?"

Your joke earns a small chuckle from Black. One that sends a small shiver down your spine. "Yes, I suppose that one could see the irony in a man such as myself dressed as a holy man." He tilts his head to the side and eyes the glitter rolled onto your skin. "It appears that both of us are liars tonight. Wouldn't you agree?" He asks you.

You furrow your brows at his question not noticing Malakai's hand inching towards you. You don't notice his movements until the back of his knuckles gently slides down your arm and rub off some of the glitter.

"Can I get you another drink?" Malakai asks you suddenly, examining the glitter on his hand.

Your heart skips a beat at the dark look in his eye. "Yeah, sure. Thank you." You thank him with a hard swallow.

Malakai nods and motions for the bartender to top both of your drinks up. The bartender refills both glasses and walks off again in silence.

"Malakai, may I ask you something?" You sip your drink quietly. Black nods and you contemplate if you should ask your question. "Why a pastor? If you don't mind me asking?" You ask him.

A playful smile appears on Black's face and he turns to face you. "An interesting question, Miss L/N." He admits. "I suppose that I was ultimately interested in playing the righteous man for a night. Halloween is all about taking a chance to hide behind a mask and conceal who you truly are, right?"

"I find that if you give people a chance to hide behind a mask, they only end up showing you who they truly are inside." You reply, staring deeply at the half-empty drink in your hand. "Of course, that might just be the alcohol talking." You giggle.

Malakai turns fully to you again, he smiles at the rose of your cheeks from your drinks. "Well if that's true, then maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something, I suppose." He shrugs. "What's a pastor's true purpose in life? To help others? Listen to their problems and pile their sins on so that they may live in peace?"

You turn fully to Black and meet his gaze. "It sounds to me like the pastors you've met were all in need of a guardian angel." You joke with a small giggle.

"Yes, perhaps they were." Malakai agrees. "For what is a man but a martyr to the promised pureness and beauty of an angel?" He stares down at you.

You fumble with your glass, now hyper-aware of Malakai's intense gaze. Part of you wants to flee to the safety of the crowd just feet from you. But the other part is frozen in awe and intrigue at the man in front of you. On his holiday no less.

"Well, what's an angel without the men that worship her?" You counter Black's earlier statement after a moment's thought.

A sly smile plays on Malakai's lips as he reaches out and grabs your hand. You watch as he lifts it up and places a ghost of a kiss on the back of your hand. "Please, allow me to be the lowly martyr of a man that worships your beauty tonight, Miss L/N." He asks you.

"Oh!" You take your hand back with a look of surprise. "And what if I'm not up to the task of saving a man that's been so damned?" You ask him, a surge of confidence running through you.

Malakai chuckles and finishes off the last of his drink. "Never underestimate the lengths of a damned man will go through to drag his peers down with him, my dear." He smiles at you. "I find that it is always the purest of angels that are the easiest to fall."

Black offers you his hand as he nods to the door on the other side of the room. You hesitate for a moment but take his hand. curious about who will prevail in this little tussle of the angel vs the damned soul seeking redemption in dragging everyone down with him.

[midwestmade29]

Is it possible to have a story where the House of Black help Adam win the TNT title from Christian and Adam agrees to join them?

Hello there! Thanks so much for your request! I know the story is a little on the short side, but I hope you enjoy it regardless 🖤 Sorry it's taken me so long to get it to you!

Disclaimers: None! Can you believe it? 😂

This story is written from the POV of Adam Copeland.

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Word count: 798

Adam Copeland learns that it's good to have friends in dark places...

Last week on Dynamite marked the 4th time that the House of Black showed up after one of my matches. Malakai spoke the same sentiment in the microphone each time, HOB wanted me to join them. While I appreciated the offer, I just wasn’t interested! I had my eyes set on something and someone else, Christian Cage and his TNT title. I wasn’t going to let anyone get in my way of taking that prick’s most prized possession away from him! Week after week I chased after him, had matches against him and I even beat his ass during a couple interviews too. Somehow my efforts fell flat, leaving me empty handed and Christian with championship gold around his waist. It kept me up at night trying to think of different ways to bring him down and regret started sinking in the more I thought about rejecting Malakai’s offers.

A few weeks went by, and I had finally secured one last TNT title shot. It was a grueling task climbing the rankings with my Cope Open, but I did it! At this point I assumed House of Black had thrown in the towel trying to pursue me, but I was wrong when they interfered during my match against Christian.

I was just about to spear Christian when the lights suddenly went out! The entire arena was pitch black and the sound of gasps from the crowd was the only sound that could be heard. I reached my arms out in front of me to make sure Christian wasn’t trying to make a move in the dark, but I didn’t connect with anything. The ring started bouncing when more than one person entered it, and the sounds of kicks and groans started coming from the opposite end of where I was standing. Someone was putting up a good fight, but when their movements stilled, I knew they had lost.

The lights came back on revealing only myself, Christian and the ref in the ring. The ref was cowering in the corner as their eyes tried to adjust to the lights again and mine were locked on Christian who was writhing in pain on the mat! “What the hell was that?” I thought to myself, but I knew damn well what had happened. I didn’t allow myself to overthink things in that moment, not when the TNT title was dying for me to take it from my childhood best friend! Sure, it would be a cheap win since Christian was just beaten down in the dark, but I could live with that as long as it meant he would be without his title.

I grabbed the ref by their shirt and drug them to the center of the ring before I grabbed Christian by his leg and drug him over to the same spot. The crowd counted right along with the ref as they gave the final 3 count while I pinned him, and they went wild when the bell rung. I was officially the new champ! I was in disbelief the moment the ref placed the title in my hands and raised my arm in the air. My celebration was cut short when the sound of clapping echoed through the arena speakers and the big screen above the ramp came to life. House of Black sauntered onto the screen and each member had something to say. “Nicely done, Adam. The TNT title is finally with its rightful owner!” Brody King praised. “It’s good to have friends in dark places, isn’t it Adam?” Julia Hart said with a smirk. Buddy Matthews offered his congratulations in similar fashion, leaving Malakai the last one to speak.

In his usual slow and methodical tone, Malakai extended one final invitation to me, “Do you see it now, Adam? Do you finally understand what the House is capable of? It’s good to have friends in dark places! Repay our generosity with some of your own and join us, Adam.” The four members disappeared into the dark and the screen went black.

When I appeared next to the House of Black on Collision, the crowd was split down the middle with their reactions. There was a mixture of cheers and boos when I explained my decision to join them, “There’s no need to be afraid of the dark anymore. The House proved to me that they are loyal and are willing to do whatever it takes to remain at the top of the food chain,” I said sternly as I lifted my shiny new title belt in the air. “Cage got what he deserved and, in the end, so did I. This belt belongs to me and my new friends here and I dare anyone to try and take it from us. The House always wins.”

[dirtywresling102]

Aleister Black - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

Series:

One Shots:

Exchange -💦

Truth Spell -💦

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Snowbound, part 4

Short bit this time, but kind of intense.

Pairing: Malakai Black x OFC

Word count: 837

Content advisory: graphic sexual content

Once again, you wake up in the dark in the room with two beds, alone and startled by the sound of the wind. It’s not as wild as it was but even hearing it makes you shudder a little. Strangely, your whole body feels hot, like the blood pumping through you is near boiling. You don’t wake slowly in a fog as you have before. You immediately sit up because you have to do something, anything to release the hot energy that’s accumulated inside you.

Your breath is a little choppy and you feel like it’s very loud, like you’re panting and snorting the way an animal would. After a few minutes of pushing air in and out and allowing your eyes to adjust to the dim light, you become aware of something else, something your body is doing to you.

There’s a throbbing in your core, pulsing from inside your body, making your feminine parts ache with such an urgency that you have to hold yourself back from grinding against the bed frame to get some relief. That’s not the relief you need anyway. What you need is in this house with you, in the master bedroom, probably asleep.

You know nothing about this strange man aside from the fact that he saved you and that you’ve been in a state of narcolepsy ever since. Even his name sounds suspect as if he’s trying to trick you into believing something. And he calls you by another name, one that’s not a bit like your real name, without ever asking what that real name is. He refuses to let you go in search of your car or your belongings, refuses to let you go to your grandmother’s house, your original destination. There’s a very good chance that he’s a danger despite having saved you, that he might never let you leave this place.

But at this moment, none of that matters because you are consumed with a need for him, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

It feels like you’ve taken leave of your sanity entirely but you scramble out of the bed and make your way to his bedroom, pausing to take in the scent of incense lingering there and the slow, steady pace of his breath, but just for a moment.

You climb on top of him and his cool eyes open as if, even in sleep, he’d been expecting you. There’s a hint of a smile that crosses his lips as he reaches up and runs his hands up your back. You hadn’t seen his skin before but even in the darkened room, you can tell that there is a tapestry of tattoos over almost all of it. It’s like some sort of visual novel and you want to ask him to explain it to you but it will have to wait.

You grind your hips down against his, exhaling at the tiny bit of relief it gives you. He doesn’t thrust back against you but he rests his hands on his hips to hold you steady as you continue to rock against him, grunting excitedly when you feel him start to harden in response to your movements.

“I want you,” you gasp, staring directly into his eyes.

“Go ahead,” he whispers.

You don’t need a second invitation. You pull your nightgown off and slide him out of his clothes as well before lowering yourself onto his erection with a contented moan. He lets you set the pace and while you try to control yourself, it’s like your body becomes frantic, desperately chasing the pleasure that’s building inside you. It’s like you’ve harnessed lightning inside you and are allowing its power to rise until it’s ready to be unleashed.

He’s quiet, for the most part, but he still encourages you with words and soft groans to let you know that he’s there with you, that what you’re doing is satisfying him in the same way that it’s satisfying you. The electric tension rises and rises inside you until it simply breaks free and shoots through your entire body, weakening you to the point where you have to slow your movements a little.

He takes over, holding you steady while he angrily thrusts inside you until you feel him release, the hot liquid filling you and seeping out over your folds and onto your thighs. You stay in place, gasping while your head spins and you try to make sense of what it is you’ve just done. On a practical level, you know you should have at least asked if he had a condom because you know literally nothing about him. But you had never felt so out of control in your life.

Carefully, he eases you off him and lays you down next to him in the bed.

‘Stay here, Ellen,” he murmurs, stroking your hair.

And you don’t even have the strength to point out his mistake because, as quickly as your frenzy had arrived, it’s gone again and you’re tumbling back into sleep.