#malakai black fic

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — after submitting yourself to the house malakai offers for you to submit your body to him

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], bad dutch [ forgive me 😫 ], sex cult, cultleader!malakai, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, restrainst, submissive x dominant, dom!malakai, sub!reader, minor religion kink, oral sex [ male + female receiving ], rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 2.2k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x malakai black

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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you could not help but stare at the sight before you

the woman that was once seated beside you in the pew

her modesty once shielded by a simple cotton shift, body now bare as she kneeled before your leader

malakai’s body glistening under dim candlelight, slick with perspiration dripping down his slender yet toned form

his breath still recovering from the three women he’d previously inducted to the house

the three cast off to a quite corner of the alters engaging in pleasures that would make a non-believer curse them as heretics

as they touched, sucked, licked, fucked to the same sight unfolding before you

the woman, still on her knees for your leader, her burgundy hair cascaded down her breasts, hardened nipples bust peeking from behind the locks

her blushed skin glowed under soft candlelight, the golden flecks of her irises bared nothing but loyalty towards your inked saviour

she muttered something unbeknownst to you

seemingly a response to a question conjured by malakai

although you did not pay attention, rather focusing on the way malakai’s impressive size stiffened in response to her answer

the way his inked digits wrapped around his shaft, stroking himself idily

before entering her parted mouth with haste

his cock stuffed down her throat, buried deep in the back as she choked and gagged around his substantial size

you could not help but clench your thighs together instinctively, your cunt throbbing with such desires unknown to man

each thrust he gave made you shudder with delight

you wonder how he could go for such a long period of time, his stamina was unmatched

even after going three rounds, a forth at the moment, then yourself, and then two after you

the woman beside you watched on eagerly

they were no more older than twenty five you suspected

the blonde closest to you, admired your leader, groping her perky breasts through the same cotton dress all of the women adorned

her nipples perked up beneath the sheer fabric

and to her left, a redhead, she was the younger of the two you’d overheard her mention in a previous conversation before the initiation ceramony

the skirt of her shift hiked up to her waist, hand positioned between her thighs, fingering and fucking herself with ravenous whimpers and pleas for her leader

you could not help but blush at the sight, feeling rather self conscious given the circumstances

it’s not that you were inexperienced, far from it, you admired their confidence to expose and pleasure themselves so freely

you turned your head back to malakai, he cock now free from the woman’s throat as she stared up gleefully at him

her face painted in his hot seed

you licked your lips with anticipation, knowing that you were next

a young blonde, you’d caught her name previously, julia.

she helped the newest initiate stand, guiding her to the group of inductees to join in on their pleasures

juila glanced in your direction, beckoning you to stand and make you way to the altar, gesturing with her hand towards malakai

he was a polarising figure, how his mismatched eyes drew you towards him, you weren’t even aware as you stared slowly pacing towards him, never breaking eye contact

you now stood before him, baring your soul into his.

his eyes scanned you ravenously, a mixture of intereague and lust flooded him.

getting lost in your gaze for a second before commanding you to strip

his tone was stern yet not at all forceful

letting you, in your own time, peel the cotton shield from your skin, exposing yourself to his gaze.

the blonde and redhead beside you from earlier giggled in excitement as they get to witness the scene unfold one more before it was their respective turns

“kneel” he repeated that same commanding tone, a hand on your shoulder for extra persuasion

you did as told, completely enthralled with him and he hadn’t even begun

his cock still twitching from his previous orgasm

mere centimetres from you lips

“do you pledge you loyalty to the house?” he questioned, holding his cock idly in his palm, gently stroking his base

“i do” you answered without hesitation, much to your surprise

he smirked softly

“do you swear to pledge your body and soul to me? allowing me free reign over you whenever i see fit?”

he seemed fairly eager for you to answer this time round, his tip leaking with warm precum

you hesitated for a moment, although the prospect of being a free use doll for your leader was tempting to say the least

“i do” you repeated. he offered a small yet smug smile

parting your lips with the tip of his swollen cock

his size stretching your mouth, lips wrapping around his thick shaft with the slightest amount of resistance

thrusting forward until your nose met the shaved base of his cock

he could feel you choking and sputtering around him

much as his other initiates had done

but you felt different

it wasn’t a matter of resistance or need for air

you welcomed the feeling

how your breath was slowly being pulled from your lungs with each thrust he gave

how your eyelids would flutter shut and would let the pleasure take over

he pulled his cock back momentarily, not wanting to fully asphyxiate you but leave you breathless enough to keep wanting more

you peered up at him teary eyed and desperate, wanting to taste the fruits of his loins more so than ever

you craved him, physically, emotionally despite him only using your body for pleasure

“brave maid. neem het allemaal” [ good girl. take it all ]

he muttered under his breath in a language unknown to you, it sounded germanic, dutch was the closest you could think of

his breath grew more frantic, thrust grew shorter yet rougher as he held your head close to his hips

his cock stuffed in the back of your throat, so needy for release

“fuck…” he grunted, releasing his warmth down your throat

his hot seed coatin your tongue, a euphoric warmth filling your belly

he pulled out of you, breathless

beckoning and awaiting julia to his side

he pulled her close, whispering something in her ear followed by a small nod on her part

he gave you a soft parting glancing as you swallowed his warmth, still in desperate need of more

julia gingerly grabbed you by the wrist, ushering you away.

however you detoured past the group of woman, still engaging in their frantic primal play as the blonde took her place, kneeling between malakai’s thighs

repeating the same questions to her as he’d done to you

you could not help but feel a pang of shame in your stomach, allowing yourself to get so freely used and tossed aside

“where are we going?” you questioned julia, the petite blonde smiled sweetly before answering

“malakai’s room” she simply started leading you down a short corridor, lined with lit, gothic-style candelabras and intricate medieveil oil paintings

finally reaching the end of the corridor, she reached into her pocket, prying out a gilded key

unlocking the door to malakai’s room

“w-what does he want with me…in here?”

he offered you a smirk, the look almost demeaning at your dumbfounded question

“he’s…curious.” he began, although her words were hollow and void of any clues you could decipher

she shut the door before you had a chance to rebut, now standing naked and alone in the centre of your leader’s chambers

your eyes scanned around the room

it was dark, in colour and in feeling, leaving a sense of unnerve in your belly

the walls painted a steely grey, almost black, furniture to boot

the darkness intersected with splotches of wine fabric throughout

what caught your eye was a table in the far left corner, the circular piece a dark mahogohny

straps and buckles lined in an “x” formation acting as some form of spreader

you sat alone for what seemed like twenty minutes before the door opened once more

malakai entered, tattooed body glistening with sweat

he bypassed you for a moment, noticing your presence but refusing to acknowledge you for the moment

making his way to the basin inside the bathroom, the two rooms separated by an archway instead of a door

the basin already filled with cold water by julia

malaki cleaned himself up

letting the frozen droplets run down his heated body

your watched how his back arched as it met his skin

a soft yet tired groan left his lips

one that made you cunt pulse with arousal

you watched how the muscles in his back contracted than relaxed

deforming the shapes of his tattoos in the process

he joined you back in the bedroom, all the while you remained stoic

it took all your might to not stare at his size the way you’d done previously

“i assume julia informed you”

his tone rather casual given the circumstance

your eyes shot up to meet his, he was standing before you, mismatched eyes fixated on you awaiting a response

“umm yes…” you replied sheepishly

he took cautious step towards you until your bodies could no longer be parted

he hooked his fingers under your chin

hiding your face u to meet his own

“you intregue me, mijn engel” [ my angel ]

he smoothed over your bottom lip with his thumb, his taste still faint against your tongue

you cocked your head to the side, confused

“the way you gave yourself to me, so easily. it was…mesmerising…” he began, tracing small shapes against your bottom lip

“i want to explore you more, feel very dip and crevice of that perfect body of yours”

his eyes fell to your breasts, trailing down your waist and hips before ettling on your glistening cunt

“i want to let go of any shame, to submit to me wholeheartedly, fell that pretty little cunt drip around my cock…can you do that for me kleintje? [ little one ]

you nodded without hesitance, allowing him to control your movements, dragging you by the wrists to the aforementioned table

he motioned for you to lay down. you did as commanded, your movements felt forced rather than your own volition

he strapped your wrists in firsts, tightening the buckles so escape was not an option

he did the same with your ankles

“zo nat…je druppelt voor mij, schatje” [ so wet…you’re dripping for me, sweetheart ]

he knelt before you, peppering soft kisses to your inner thighs, peering up every so often to gauge your reaction

smiling softly into your skin each time you let out a whimper

his tongue teased your clit, drawing shapes into the sensitive bud

“you taste so good my love, zo lief” [ …so sweet ]

his words would switch between english and dutch, the latter more so, still wanting to keep the intregue and mystery behind his words

his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking at the sensitive pearl, while you whined and writes against his tongue

“squirming will only make them tighter, little one” his words muffled into your cunt

you remained silent, letting the soft whimpers and moans that spile from your lips give him all the context he needs to continue his pleasure

your cunt clenched around his tongue, a pulse throbbed low in your belly, begging for release

“kom voor mij. kom rond mijn tong” [ cum for me. cum round my tongue ]

you walls clenched around air as he pulled away, juices dripping onto the mahogany wood below

“good girl” he hummed, licking his lips, tasting you

“please sir…” you whined, cunt throbbing with a dull pulse

“please what?” he smirked, leaning over you the tip of his cock teasing your soaked folds

“fuck me” you whispered, breathlessly, feeling his tip enter your void, holding himself there

“zo’n strak kutje” [ such a tiny little cunt ]

he pushed himself in to the hilt

“je ziet er zo mooi unit, gevuld met mijn pik” [ you look so beautiful stuffed with my cock ]

his hips began their rapid assault, slamming deep into you all the while you were helpless to the fact

he felt so good, his cock stretched you out so effortlessly

your walls tughtening around him with each stroke

“oh fuck-“ you cried out, his cock meeting your cervix with rough thrusts

“feel that good huh?” he mocked

your back arched with pleasure, his cock sinking deep into your cunt, the shape of him evident in your belly

you were in heaven, arousal coursed through you, feeling like putty in his hands

his cock swelled inside of you, nearing his own end

“geef jezelf aan mij. wees even braaf meisje an aanbid mijn pik” [ give yourself to me. be a good girl and worship this cock ]

you could not hold on much longer

the pleasure burning inside you about to burst

malakai place his hand on your lower belly, pushing down slightly

feeling the bludge of his cock pulse through your skin

giving an exhilarated grunt as you drained him

milking his cock of his hot seed

so good…such a good girl milking my cock like this, you wanted my seed that bad huh?”

you could only nod in response

cunt gripping his shaft tightly as you dripped around him

he pulled out swiftly, cock still leaking with cum, the remnants coating the top of your mound

“mijn lieverd…” [ my darling ]

he breathed words tight in his chest

“i hope you get used to me. because we’re going to be spending a lot of time together”

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[josiewrites]

Baptize Me, and I’ll Be Your Sin: Part 2

Part 2 baby! I remembered my House pet story, and I figured y’all needed part 2. Here’s the start of the smut.

Tag List Babes:

@writtingrose , @munsinner , @rubyred1980 , @letmebeawesome , @unlikelywrestlingfan , @rollynchwhore , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @demonqueen29 , @auburnwrites , @baysexuality , @elitehoe , @wwenhlimagines , @omg-im-such-a-masochist , @seeingstarks , @damnnhausen , @xladyxfatex , @himbos-hotline

I sucked in a breath as the door clicked open, pushing my chest out more as Buddy came through the door first. "Welcome home," I said softly, looking up into the rich dark eyes of Buddy Matthews. 

Buddy let out a growl as he pushed into the room, Brody following behind. "You're so good, kitten." His fingers quickly knotted themselves in my hair, tugging my head back. I mewled slightly at the delightful sting in my scalp as he spit into my open mouth. Without command, I swallowed it gratefully, showing him my empty mouth. 

“Buddy,” Brody’s voice drifted to us. “She cleaned for us. We should give her the same respect.” Buddy nodded, releasing my hair before kissing my forehead softly as he walked into the bathroom. Brody smiled as he opened the door to the suite adjoining ours. “Thank you, turtledove.” My heart swelled as he stepped into the next bathroom, the water running in both.

Julia stepped through the adjoining door, closing it behind her. “Where is Malakai?” I heard my voice take on the higher, softer tones of my headspace. 

“He’ll be here soon,” she said, offering me a hand. I took it, allowing her to pull me up slowly. “In the meantime, the boys asked me to keep you company. Is that okay?” I nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing me to about the same height as her. She smiled, leaning in to press her lips to mine. 

Her jacket fell off her shoulders as I allowed her tongue to explore my mouth, leaving her in her black bralette and slacks.Though it had become more common since she joined the House, Julia still kissed me with slight hesitation. Her fingers still had a small tremble as they caressed my skin, but gained surety as she stroked between my legs, swallowing the small moan I let out. 

“All this just from them?” Her lips took on a wicked smirk as she plunged two fingers inside my wet heat. She gently pushed my knees apart as she knelt down, letting her breath roll over my slick folds. “You’re such a receptive pet.” 

Before I could respond, she began to tease my clit with little kitten licks as she pumped her fingers slightly. A sharp gasp escaped my throat as she curled her fingers into my sensitive spot, smirking against my skin as she continued to lick and suck my clit, very clearly relishing the moans and whimpers she was coaxing out of me. “Jules, I…fuck.” She picked up her pace slightly, drawing me closer and closer to my own orgasm.

“Go on, princess." As though waiting for permission, my thighs clenched as my climax washed over me, much to Julia’s delight as she lapped at my sweetness. “How do you always taste so good?” She stood, kissing me again as she pushed me onto the bed. 

"Jules…" My voice was weak as she straddled me, the fabric of her slacks rubbing against my naked skin. Her slim fingers ran over my breasts, plucking at the hardened peaks of my nipples. Her earlier hesitance seemed to melt away as she pulled more whimpers from me. 

She hovered above me, laying a gentle kiss on my lips as she unclipped her bralette, tossing it behind her. "Y'know," she said softly against my lips, "before I joined the House, I never would've thought to do this."

"I know," I giggled, caressing her smaller breasts. "One of the reasons I was excited for you to join."

"Oh yeah?" She smirked, letting out a soft gasp as I rolled her sensitive nipples between my fingertips. I nodded, one hand sliding down her body, dipping beneath the waistband of her slacks. "Oh, princess," she moaned as my fingers swirled against her clit, feeling her grow wetter at my touch. 

"Good girl, kitten."

I turned to see Buddy staring intently at us, ginger hair still slightly damp from his shower. "Make her come for me, baby." His accent grew thicker, his hand slowly working his length. 

"Yes, Daddy," I purred, dipping two fingers into Julia's heat as my thumb continued to play with her clit. Curling my fingers slightly, I felt her clench around me as she moaned, which only spurred me on. She bucked against my hand as my thumb rubbed circles against the sensitive bud, coaxing her towards the edge. A few moments more, she let out a cry as she clenched again, coating my fingers in her essence. 

"Good girl," Julia breathed, giving me one last kiss before untangling from me. "I guess it's your turn now," she smirked, turning to Buddy. "I'll go grab Brody." Buddy nodded as she stood, stepping towards the adjoining door.

#josiewrites #house of black #house of spooky hot men #my love #big beefy goth man #the goth himbo #malakai black #brody king #buddy matthews #julia hart #baby stevie #aew imagine #aew smut #aew fic #part 2

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

This may sound weird, so feel free to skip it if it's too weird. But for your Halloween smut post, could I possibly get Malakai Black and something like The Shining? I feel like they'd blend really nicely.

No Work, All Play

Summary: what should have been a normal trip with your husband quickly became the worst nightmare ever

Warnings: Horror similar to that of ‘The Shining’, smut, knife play, murder, breeding kink, and gore. not exactly like the shining but based off of it

An: I will never support the idea that people with mental Illness are in anyway dangerous or evil. It is only used to mirror the story. Also, more based on the movie, not the book.

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @blaquekittycat @thesusbunny

“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.” You whispered to yourself while looking out of your car window. Malakai was driving, and chuckled at your excitement. The large hotel you were meant to watch over for the winter stood tall, a blanket of early snow covering it.

“Glad you like it, don’t want to get board of it.”

“I don’t think it would be possible for me to not want to be here.” As you pulled up, the large gate around the hotel closed behind you.

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You jumped slightly as the door slammed shut. Once again, you had a huge fight with Malakai. What had started as once in a while had become daily. You couldn’t under what was wrong, and any time you tried he would cut you off and storm away.

You stood up, setting your book down to go check on him. You started wandering, trying to find your husband in the large hotel. Eventually you found yourself walking towards the ballroom, and you could hear a quiet voice.

“It’s fucking annoying. Why does she think I’m not ok?”

You frowned, unsure of who Malakai could possibly be talking to. As quietly as you could, you peaked into the room. You could see Malakai’s back, but you were sure no one else was in the room.

“No… not yet. It’s not that bed.” You frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about.

“What do you mean?” Before he could turn around you hid behind the wall, your hand flying over to cover your mouth. You listened as he got closer, but he didn’t leave the room. “No one is here. Maybe you are the one going crazy, not me.”

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It had been a week since that moment, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. What wasn’t that bad? What was he contemplating doing? The worst part was, you didn’t think Malakai had even noticed your absence. When he had once noticed if you were late to bed by thirty seconds, but now that you had moved to a different room he didn’t seem to care.

You had called for a car to come pick you up the next morning. You were terrified of the man that had once made you feel so safe, and you had no intention in staying here much longer. You were shoving stuff into a bag, positive you were forgetting stuff. But you didn’t want to take longer then you had too.

It was almost one in the morning when you finished, closing the suitcase. You stood in the fancy room, unsure of what to do. Laying down made you feel not only unsafe, and you never could really sleep. While standing there the sound of foot steps entered your ears, slowly getting louder and louder.

“Y/nnnnn,” you heard the voice of your husband call out. It was the first thing he had said to you in days. You didn’t move as the door to the room opened and you saw your husband standing there, covered in blood. Your eyes widened, but you really didn’t know how to respond. “There you are love,”

“W-what is that?” You stuttered, taking a careful step back.

“What, this?” He looked down as if surprised you would even ask. “Oh, the landscaper tried sticking his nose where it shouldn’t have been. So I got rid of him.”

Without realizing it you had backed up all the way to the other side of the room, your back hitting the wall. Malakai had continued to walk closer to you, but stoped when his foot hit something. He looked down, seeing the bag you had packed.

“What the hell is this?!” He reached down, pulling a knife you hadn’t noticed out and stabbing the bag, ripping it apart. The content was thrown all over the room as he angrily looked through it. “Your leaving me?!”

“Malakai,” you started but he quickly but you off by walking up to trap you against the wall. He slammed the knife into the wall next to your head, causing you to let out a scream.

“I defended you!” He yelled. “I told him! I told him you weren’t like that. That you were worth keeping!”

“I’m sorry!” You whaled, tears flowing freely from your eyes. You had never been so afraid of Malakai, and you had no idea what he was going to do. “I won’t leave, I’ll stay. I promise!” You sobbed.

“I’ll make sure you don’t ever leave,” he mumbled. Before you could react he ripped the knife out of the wall and brought it to your chest. “Don’t fucking move.” He started bringing the knife down, cutting through your shirt and bra. Once he pulled them away he dragged you to the bed and threw you down on it. “Take your skirt off.”

You carefully removed the clothing, your eyes not leaving the knife in his hand. Once it was off he was on top of you, holding you down on the bed.

“She looks beautiful hu? This so why I didn’t want to get rid of her.” Although he was talking, he seemed to not be there. As though somewhere else. His eyes didn’t leave you as the knife slid down your skin, making you whine in pain. The knife left a trail of crimson blood as you moved down between your breast and down to your underwear, cutting through the cloth to leave you naked.

“No. I could never share,” he mumbled, standing up to take his clothes off.

“M-Malakai?” Your voice seemed to pull him back into the moment.

“Stay still,” he pointed the knife at you as he rid himself of the last bit of clothing. He got back into the bed, his dick completely hard as he lined it up to your entrance. “This gonna feel so good.” With that he thrust quickly into you. You opened your mouth to scream, having not fucked Malakai in weeks, but he wrapped his hand over your face.

“Shut the fuck up.” He continued to thrust into you, using your body like it was just a toy. As much as you wanted to hate this, your body recognized the feeling of his dick in you.

As he continued to fuck you, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. “So scared and yet I can feel you wanting to cum. Should I let her cum?” He turned to someone who wasn’t there, and after a moment he nodded and reached down to rub tight circles on your clit.

Although your mouth was covered you still screamed as you went over the edge.

“Shit,” He groaned, feeling you tighten around him. “Gonna fuck a kid into you. Then you really can’t leave.” You could barely comprehend his words as he thrust as far into you as possible, spilling his seed into you.

While he was coming down from his high you reached over and found the knife he left. In desperation you took the handle into your grasp and quickly stabbed it up into his eyes.

“Fuck!” He screamed, falling off of you while grabbing at his eye. You tried to get away, but you felt a hand grip your ankle and pull you back. “You bitch!” You looked up at Malakai, seeing nothing but blood where is left eye should be. He grabbed a handful of your hair and started dragging you towards the window. “You really fucked up this time.”

You kicked and screamed as he opened the window. They may be enough snow to cushion your fall, but you were naked. Frost bite would kill you quickly.

“No! Stop!” You screamed as he lifted you up and basically threw you before slamming the window shut.

You had managed to get a hold of the ledge, but it was slippery and cold. Your entire body was shaking, and within 30 seconds you slipped, plunging to the cold below you.

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“Name?”

“Y/n Black.”

“Age?”

“Your/age”

“Who Are you visiting?”

“Malakai Black.”

“Reason?”

You hesitated at this, causing the man to look up at you from the computer he was typing on. Three months. It had been three months since that awful night. The only reason you hadn’t died was because the car meant to pick you up had arrived not long after you had fallen. You still could t believe you were here, the institute Malakai had been locked in the entire time.

“Recreational,” you mumbled. The man typed a few more things before printing something and handing it to you. A visitors badge.

“That man right there will take you to the room to speak to him.” And with that he closed the small gap in the bullet proof glass that surrounded him.

“Come along.” You quickly followed the security guard, listening to his words carefully.

“You will not be in the Same room as him. A wall will be there along with a window made of a similar type of glass you just saw. If we believe you shouldn’t be in there, we will remove you. If you want him taken away, tell us,” he stoped outside of a door, making you turn to look at him. “And do not, touch the glass.”

You were let into the room, and you saw Malakai through the glass just like they said. He was in a fully white outfit, and handcuffed to the bed he was sitting on. His eye was also wrapped, still healing from your attack.

“Hello sweet bird. I’ve missed you.” His words cut deep, but you refused to react. Instead you sat down to look at him. “To What do I owe the honor?”

“Malakai I came to tell you two things. First; I’m divorcing you. His eyes handed a bit, but you didn’t let it stop and. “And I’m pregnant.” You glanced up when he had started to laugh, which confused you. You watched as he started to laugh more and more, and it sounded so much like his laugh that night. You jumped up, and the door to the room slammed open.

“Come on.” The guard barked at you while two other people went in to restrain Malakai.

“I told you!” He yelled, his voice still entering your ears dispute leaving. “You won’t ever escape me. Never! 

#aew #fanfiction #request #malakai black fanfiction #malakai black x reader #dark fic #the shining #halloween request

[hookhausenschips]

🌸-Fluff 🔥Smut 💔Angst 📸Social Media

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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

#12daysofchristmas2022 #malakai black fanfiction #malakai black fanfic #malakai black imagine #malakai black imagines #elitehunter fanfiction #elitehunter fic #series: 12 days of christmas (aew one shots) #malakai black x ofc #malakai black x original female character

[juliaharts]

wrote a fic

Julia takes an interest in Malakai. Malakai takes an interest in Julia. The story of how we got here in multiple acts.

#julia hart #mostly it’s julia gen until it’s not #aew #malakai black #fic #hob

[south-of-heaven]

Hi, i was wondering if i could request a Zelina Vega x Aleister Black x young daughter reader please Maybe about how both her parents are in different companies and maybe she gets tired of going back and forth?

Miss you || Zelina Vega x Daughter!Reader x Malakai Black

Summary: You miss Malakai while you're on the road with Zelina.

A/N: I was having major issues with deciding wether to use Malakai or Aleister but using the name Aleister felt weird since he's in AEW for this so I ended up going with Malakai. Please help me decide wether to pick the name based on the events or the fic or if I should just decide on one and always use it.

As the car rolls along the highway towards SmackDown, you find yourself lost in a sea of emotions. The absence of your father, Malakai, weighs heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over what should have been an exciting journey with Zelina.

You lean against the window, watching the world pass by in a blur of colors and shapes. Your mind wanders to Malakai, his quiet strength and unwavering love a constant source of comfort in times of uncertainty. You long for the familiar sound of his voice, the warmth of his embrace, and the sense of security that only he can provide.

Zelina glances over at you, her brow furrowed with concern. She can sense the sadness that lingers in the air, the weight of your longing palpable even in the silence of the car. Her heart aches at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks, and she yearns to find a way to ease your pain.

"Hey, sweetheart," she says gently, reaching out to grasp your hand in hers. "I know it's hard being away from your dad. But remember, you'll see him next week. And until then, we can always give him a call to say hi."

Her words offer a glimmer of solace amidst the storm of your emotions. You nod, grateful for her suggestion. Zelina reaches for her phone to dial Malakai's number. The sound of his voice on the other end of the line brings a rush of relief, his soothing words a balm to your wounded spirit.

As you chat with Malakai, the weight of your sadness begins to lift, replaced by a sense of warmth and connection that transcends the distance between you. Zelina watches with a soft smile, her heart swelling with love for her precious daughter.

In moments like these, it's easy to forget the miles that separate you from Malakai. For even in the midst of separation, the bond that binds your family together remains unbreakable, a testament to the power of love to overcome any obstacle.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wwe #wrestling #queen zelina #zelina vega x reader #zelina x reader #malakai black x reader #malakai black #aew fanfiction #aew rampage #aew imagine #aew dynamite #aleister black #aleister black x reader #zelina vega x aleister black #zelina vega x daughter!reader x aleister black

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Anyway I can request a Christian Cage x Copeland!Reader fic? The reader is married to Christian and they have their own little family together and while Adam is under the influence of Malakai Black’s mist he ends up injuring his baby sister since when he sees her it reminds him of the long standing feud he and his childhood best friend and his baby sister’s husband just went through and when Adam ends up hurting her, Christian makes sure to do everything in his power to make sure the love of his life is taken care of and protected?

The Kings of The Black Throne

Christian Cage X fem reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, injury

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

An: I wrote another Christian Cage x Adam Copelands little sister fic that you can find HERE if you are interested. (I quite enjoy that fic)

For weeks now The House of Black had been after Adam. I watched on a weekly basis as the men beat him to a pulp and tried to brainwash him into joining their group. At first I enjoyed watching the torturous events take place but now I couldn't help but feel that all of this was more than getting Adam to join their cult. “Are you alright? You seem on edge?” Christian asked me. “I just have a bad feeling about all of this” “Why? You should be happy he’s finally leaving us alone” Christian told me. “I know but what could The House of Black want from him. Truly. He has nothing to offer them Christian. I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe there's something bigger going on here” Christian had a point, I should have been happy that Adam was finally leaving us alone. He’s done nothing but cause trouble since the moment he stepped in AEW. He still couldn't accept the relationship between Christian and I. 15 years and three kids later he still couldn't accept it. He tried to tear my family apart, he tried to take the TNT title but of course he was no match for the patriarchy. 

Tonight our adopted son Nick Wayne was scheduled to have a match against Daniel Garcia on Dynamite. As the two of us got ready to go I ended up running into Adam, he had a dark look in his eyes. I didn’t think much of it, we had a match to win. The match was going well, everything was according to plan when all of a sudden the lights went out. Out of instinct I jumped into the ring and stood in front of Nick. That gut feeling had returned and was stronger than ever. Just then the lights turned on. I should have known The House of Black would be behind all of this. What did they want from us? “What the fuck do you want?” I spat at Malakai. “Trust me when I say it’s not you that I want. Who I’m after is your brother, Adam Copeland” “You can have him, I don’t fucking want him” “I really don’t want to be doing this sweatheart, I actually admire you but as much as you hate your brother I know he loves you” What was he talking about? Just then I felt it. The burning sensation of Malakai’s Mist. I could hear Nick’s screams of help but I couldn't do anything, I had been blinded by the mist. I was defenseless, Brody and Buddy held me down while Julia handcuffed Nick to the ring ropes. I couldn't see much but I noticed a dark figure match down towards the ring. I assumed it was Christian but was shocked when I saw Adam stand before me. 

“This is your final test” Malakai said to Adam as he handed him a steel chair. “Do it” he spat. “Think about all the harm she has caused you. Think about what she put you through. She cost you the TNT championship, she cost you your best friend. You are all alone Adam, your family, everyone you loved, gone. All of this is Y/n’s fault. Prove to us you are worthy. Join us, join us as we take over All Elite Wrestling. Join us on our quest to capturing the TNT championship” 

I knew it, I knew they were using him. They wanted to use me to get to Adam to get to Christian. It was a long plan, they took months planning this. Would it have been easier to ask Christian for a title shot? Absolutely but I must say I respected this plan of theirs. 

I could see the hesitation in Adam’s eyes. He couldn't do it, he was too weak. Just then I saw Julia whisper something in Adam’s ear. I didn’t know what she told him but I could see the effect it had on him. His eyes had turned black, the look on his face was cold and dead. They stole his soul. I don’t know what happened after that. All I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed. 

“You’re awake, how are you feeling baby?” Christian asked me carefully. “Where’s Nick?” I asked “Is he okay?” “Nick’s fine, he’s okay. It’s you that I’m worried about” He said as he carefully brushed his fingers on the fresh stitched on my skull. “What happened to you?” I asked him as I noticed his busted lip. “You were right about The House of Black. They attacked you honey. I tried to get out there but they locked me and Luchasaurus in our locker room. When I got there it was too late, I’m so sorry baby” I could see the tears start to form in his eyes as he spoke. “I should have listened to you, I should have been there to protect you. I failed you” I carefully wiped the tears that fell from his face. “It's okay, I’m okay” I told him reassuringly “No it’s not okay. I had to watch Adam crack your skull open with that chair and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't do anything when you were blinded by that mist. I watched them beat you to unconscious and I could do nothing about it. I really hoped my issues with Adam were over but it seems like they have just begun. I promise that I will do everything I can to get my revenge. I am going to take out the house of black one by one before I kill Adam with my bare hands. I will not rest until they pay for what they have done.” 

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[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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[moxley]

sharp ghosts

hey what's up. i wrote copeland/malakai sex pollen fic. the black mist is sex pollen in this. yeah

#tal.png #my fic #i got nothing except. yeah

[deepdisireslonging]

Haunted by the House of Black

What it would be like to feel like you’re being watched… by something not of this plane? Lingering touches that first startle, then intrigue?

Pairing: Neutral gender!Reader x Malakai Black/Brody King/Buddy Matthews/Julia Hart

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, horror aspects, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (reader and House receiving), dub-con, edging (?)

Word Count: 1400

Note: 18+ only please. I’ve got the note on my blog, but I had a 15 year-old reblog one of my fics last week. I am not your mother. I can’t tell you what not to engage with. But please note that interacting with art above your age group can and will get the creator in trouble, even if it is your actions and they had nothing to do with it besides create the art. So please, wait until you’re 18 before reading. For those 18 and older, please enjoy. Heavily inspired by this post, and this, and this.

Being haunted would include:

·        Moving into your new house. It’s old, but you think it’s sweet and full of character. The first room you sat up was your bedroom.

·        What better way is there to break in a new place but with some self-pleasure?

·        There was the usual uneasiness of being alone in a new space. It grew as you undressed, but you knew it would dissipate after a few nights. You put on your headphones to further block out the house settling noises. All you heard was your favorite music or audio that helps you get into the right headspace.

·        If the air is cool, it’s because your body started to warm up. You writhe and tease your skin in the ways that make your core tingle. It doesn’t matter how long it takes. Release is inevitable when you’re the one pulling your own strings.

·        Just as you focused to reach the end, one hand on your chest, the other between your legs, you felt a breath on your skin. And the sensation of a finger flicking your nipple.

·        You cum, but you ripped out your headphones as the orgasmic quakes cut short. You were alone. Of course.

·        It’s just a new house. It’s just a new house. It’s just a new house.

·        The mantra plucked at your thoughts over the next week. The stack of boxes piled up in your various rooms dwindled. But there was something more.

·        Whisps of air breezing over your skin.

·        The sound of shoes over the floorboards when you were sitting or standing still. Sometimes multiple sets.

·        The sensation of being watched followed around your house. It disappeared any time you spun around looking for peepholes, figures in the windows, or anything else your imagination could come up with as an explanation.

·        Fully unpacked, you set yourself to take a long, hot, self-indulgent shower. The only room in the house without windows. The steam breathed into your lungs, relaxing away the anxiety. Suds washed away the ache in your muscles. And washing your hair gave you an excuse to knead your temples and massage your head to your full desire. Robbed of your former “me-time”, you shifted your hands to your chest. Soon you brought your nipples to peaks.

·        You shifted your hands down, leaning against the shower wall and closing your eyes. The hum overtook your skin.

·        Completion was still a ways away when your eyelids fluttered open. Through the steam and the condensation on the shower wall, you could have sworn you saw eyes. Instead of being terrified, a different type of warmth filled you.

·        Whispers filed like static into your ears. Promises of what could be yours. If you only said yes.

·        A hand smeared through the condensation.

·        Another gripped your hip. Something took a deep breath next to your neck, inhaling the scent of your need.

·        Terror overtook pleasure. You ducked under the water, using it like a shield, and clamped your eyes shut tight. A few breaths later, you opened them again.

·        The handprint was gone.

·        Over the next several weeks, the touches became more bold.

·        At breakfast, a hand rested on the back of your neck, or the top of your head.

·        During your work from home, the trailing of fingers up your legs. Despite wearing your thickest pants, they still felt like skin against skin.

·        As you prepared for bed, lips kissed your back between your shoulder blades. A set of four, all at different heights along your spine. All at once.

·        At night, whispers told you to say yes. They passed wet dreams into your sleep. You woke up with a growing ache between your thighs, and a buzz in your skull.

·        Some days were quiet. Others were filled with quick touches that made you question your sanity.

·        One day they left you completely alone. You almost missed having them. And you said as much… out loud.

·        The next day, the larger pair of hands pined you to a wall as two mouths places chaste kisses to either side of your neck.

·        After a month and a half, you were ready to give in.

·        You began again, searching for the release that had been denied you since moving in.

·        No headphones this time. Just you… and the energies that creeped in. You wandered around your house, palming yourself. You stopped in the dinning room.

·        They waited until you were panting with need.

·        When the first hand smoothed across your skin, you didn’t flinch. Its match joined int the exploration. Another pair smoothed up your legs. A third landed heavily on your shoulders, massaging and moving you to lay across the table like a sacrifice or a meal. The fourth pair of hands, smaller, landed on your collarbone. Not tightening.

·        As one, they all stilled.

·        Waiting.

·        You took a deep breath.

·        “Yes.”

·        The small hands gently constrict around your neck. The others toyed with whichever part of you was closest to their grasp.

·        One hand eased over your sex, flicking its thumb over your most sensitive places. Tightening. Twisting. Curling. Another hand toyed at your puckered hole. The hands on your shoulders held you down as you writhed.

·        It’s so much. Their touch was cool against your flushed skin. Mouths placed wet kisses over your figure, leaving nothing behind. And, under the sounds panting out between your lips, the increased breathing of four other beings puffed. It chilled the air. You wondered if a ring of salt would have prevented all this.

·        Something harder and longer than fingers traces over your lips. You open your mouth and use your tongue. It’s odd working something cold and invisible. But it reaches the back of your throat without choking you. Why would it need to. The hands around your throat tightened as your arousal increased.

·        Another invisible cock slid across your sex, bumping and teasing while a mouth covered your heat. With the movement at your back, phasing through your table like it was nothing, you were soon full everywhere.

·        The arousal that had been building hovered out of reach.

·        No matter how you pleaded around the cock in your mouth, writing in the eight hands that gripped you, they prevented you from cumming.

·        The ghosts were reaching for and end of their own. The more they filed you, the more your energy depleted. Were they taking it from you? Or were they working you that much that you were spent?

·        Between blinks, you began to see the forms of your guests.

·        Three large men, two of which were covered in tattoos. The largest at your head, pinning you down and filling your mouth. The other two lower on your body. The tattoo-less one worked his mouth over your sex. The third, with the piercing eyes you saw in the shower, filling you. And a woman, sliding herself across your stomach.

·        Their forms were see-through, but each thrust and moan gave them another layer of opaqueness.

·        Resigned to wait for them, you let them use you. Moving and humming when you can, you took what they gave.

·        The woman suddenly tightened her grip. She tossed her head back as her body was wracked in shudders.

·        At that sight, the cock in your mouth swelled. A few more desperate pumps followed before it filled you, spilling past your lips.

·        The other two did their best to work you to completion. With two less weights on your arousal, you rapidly careened towards the end. The tattoo-less one came first, drawing away so he could spill on your stomach.

·        Finally, the last ghost refused to fill you until your walls clamped down on his cock. For the first time, you heard his shout twinged with the groan of release. His eyes bored into you as you came, shivering and filled with endorphins to the point where you felt like you were floating. Maybe you actually were.

·        Each one stroked you till you were at ease. Then, one by one, in the order they came, faded out of view with your name as a whisper.

·        The last stoked your cheek before he went.

·        “We’ll take care of you soon, liefje.”

·        You slipped off to sleep.

·        Awakening the next morning, you had been moved to your bed. You were clean and the only ache in your body was the familiar one that followed after a pleasant evening of pleasure.

You hoped they take care of you often.

#aew smut #ghost!au #house of black #house of black smut #ghost!house of black #malakai black #brody king #buddy matthews #julia hart #aew x reader #gender neutral #reader insert

[lavosse]

untitled winner's room fic

pairing: danny garcia/brody king, implied HOB polycule

wordcount: 1333

tags: dub con (winner's room, canon-typical HOB magic) blowjobs, voyeurism (julia's there), self hatred (?) the sex is not good and danny's not having fun

When he sees Brody hanging around outside the Room, Danny snorts. “You guarding her? That’s lame.” He can’t say he’s surprised to run into Julia’s guard dog, but he is a little annoyed — both at the interruption, and the implication that they think he’s — a brute. A monster. As if Brody isn’t one, hulking here in the hallway like some kind of wolfhound.

Brody just lowers his eyebrows and gestures Danny through the door first.

Julia’s stretched out in a long armchair — is that a chaise lounge? Danny’s never seen a lounge in real life, this arena is weird — reading a paperback. She shoots him a close-lipped smile when she sees him. It’s scary.

“Congratulations on your win,” she says, rising to her feet smoothly. Her dress flows with her. She’s so small, and yet she seems so confident.

Danny won. He’s the one who’s in charge here.

So he goes for it. Julia seems like a person who appreciates directness. “Thanks. You got a safeword, baby girl?”

And she sneers at him. Danny takes a step back. It’s almost a snarl, teeth out and sharp. “Excuse me?” 

Maybe Malakai didn’t tell her. That’s…mean. Then again, no one had told Danny, back then. “You’re the rookie.” He tries for a grin. “That means you take the fall when your team loses. Is that news?”

Julia gets this look in her eyes, and her face goes flat and empty. “Daniel, Brody failed in his duty, so the Room stipulation is Brody’s responsibility to fulfill. If I had failed, it would be mine.” There are her teeth again, a silver glint in the low lighting. “But I don’t lose. Do you have any more stupid questions?”

Danny has a lot of questions. Danny has six or seven trips to the Winner’s Room in Chris’s or Sammy’s place “because you’re the rookie, kid,” to think about. 

Brody drops his heavy paw on Danny’s shoulder. “She isn’t the rookie, she’s a member of the House,” he rumbles, “and you shouldn’t speak to her unless she tells you to. Sorry, ma’am,” he adds to Julia, who inclines her head. “Forgiven.”

“Sorry ma’am?” Danny asks, too astonished to shut himself up.

Julia and Brody ignore him, and Julia settles back onto her lounge, and Danny’s supposed to be in control but it doesn’t seem like he is at all. He doesn’t know how to take that power back.

“Brody’s safeword,” Julia emphasizes, “is camo. I’m just here to make sure he behaves for you. You may answer.”

Danny clears his throat. “Okay?”

Brody slings a threatening arm around his shoulders — one that could become a chokehold with a movement. “Wrong answer.”

“Thank you, Julia?” Danny squeaks.

“Better.”

After a long moment, Danny takes a breath and squirms out from under Brody’s arm. Brody tracks him with his eyes, but says nothing; Julia’s reading again. Danny goes to check out the bureau. 

There’s all sorts of toys in there, but lube, condoms, and other protective items take up the first drawer. There’s towels and wet wipes too, which is really smart. Pretty well stocked, in Danny’s experience, but they are in Winnipeg, and the arenas that see a lot of hockey tend to keep a better Room.

There’s nothing in here he’s really curious about tonight — maybe with someone else. He’s just stalling. 

Brody grumbles behind him, low and impatient.

Danny knows he’s gotta have a deer-in-the-headlights kinda look. “Listen, I thought I was gonna be in here with her.” He jerks his thumb in Julia’s direction. “I got no idea what to do with you.”

“He takes it beautifully,” Julia interjects. She’s studying her shiny black nails, book open on her lap. “And his mouth comes highly recommended. But —” and her eyes snap to his. “You seemed like you enjoyed his chokehold, didn’t you, Daniel?”

She’s really mesmerizing when she talks. It takes Danny a while to parse her words, and he finds himself moving toward her, although he’s not sure why. And it’ll be easier for her to talk to him if he gets on her level, so he kneels by her feet next to the lounge. 

Hair falling forward to frame her face, Julia takes his chin in her hand. “You’re a menace, Daniel, and yet you seem like what you really want is for a big strong man to hold you down, is that right?”

Agreement rises like bile in Danny’s throat; he fights it down and tears away from Julia’s grip. “Fuck is wrong with you? Get off me.”

Julia — chuckles, a low, dulcet thing. It makes Danny’s blood boil. “Get over here and blow me,” he tells Brody, suddenly furious and exhausted at once. He’s already wrestled tonight. He’s ready to be out of here.

Brody bares his teeth as he sinks to his knees. Julia clicks her tongue. “No biting.”

Christ. These two really are freaks, huh. Danny can’t help but wonder what the rest of the House gets up to — it’s gotta be crazy to be in a faction that actually gets along. The dynamics within the JAS are touchy on the best days, forced together by Jericho’s power and distaste for the rest of the roster, not that Sammy’s gotten that memo lately.

He cannot afford to be thinking about Sammy right now. Boner-killer of the century.

Danny combs through Brody’s hair, tries out tugging on it. Brody goes willingly, letting Danny move him where he likes. It makes Danny feel powerful in a way he doesn’t usually feel outside of the ring, and it makes him feel…bad. Not guilty, but…too-visible, exposed, ugly. 

He shoves down his trunks and his feelings unceremoniously. 

Chris has taught him how to entertain a crowd, but Julia seems to have been taught to enhance her natural strengths. Danny had seen her when she was the Blonds’ little cheerleader, sparkly and useless; the House — Malakai? — has taught her something that makes Brody King call her ma’am. Her confidence makes Danny angry.

When Brody wraps his hand around Danny, slow, long pulls to get him hard, his hand swallows Danny up — he’s just that big. Danny hmms back in his throat — it’s good, nothing special but solidly good like popping his back or post-workout endorphins. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Brody leans in to take Danny into his mouth — but to Danny’s surprise, he just lets the tip rest on his tongue, kneels there waiting. He makes a low noise when Danny’s dick kicks, spitting precum onto his tongue.

“You want me to…?” Danny asks.

“Go ahead,” Julia interrupts, without looking up, and Brody whines. 

Again, Brody doesn’t resist when Danny pushes into his mouth, lets his eyes fall shut and just goes where Danny wants him. It’s not doing nothing for Danny, having the big man on his knees, but as he moans at the press of Brody’s tongue he’s thinking about what Brody must be like on his knees for Julia. Is he gentle like this? He must be. Julia doesn’t seem like she has the patience for disobedience.

Danny feels disconnected from his own dick, weirdly, half wishing it were over already, half imagining a Room he’s not even in. It does feel good, jolts up his spine when his dick butts up against Brody’s soft palate, but the thing that gets him there is the thought of Julia doing this, taking her pleasure from Brody’s mouth like he’s a toy for her to use, like — “Oh fuck—”

Brody spits afterwards, which is fair. He doesn’t say anything, just goes to sit at Julia’s feet. He’s hard; Danny’s not interested.

“I don’t suppose you’ll be coming to play with us again,” Julia says. She sounds a little affected, actually. She probably got more out of that than Danny did.

She’s right, too. Danny won’t be taking anyone’s place in the Room after this. He’s not Chris’s whipping boy, Jesus. “We’ll see. Send some more’a your boys after me and see how it turns out for ‘em.”

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Do Something Wicked to Me - also on AO3

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Brandon accidentally gave Adam tentacles for a hand. Matt is more intrigued than he probably should be.

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sighs The worst thing is I did this to myself, and it's my 100th Professional Wrestling fic! Wahoo! Bingo square N2: Tentacle fic, complete. Title from Moonlight Magic by Ashnikko. Happy Wanksgiving!!!

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Yelling after Brandon is useless. They’re left here, panicking, and Matt doesn’t even know what to complain about first.

“What the eff,” Nick says, looking horrified. “You have an effing octopus hand.”

“Don’t be stupid, Nick,” Matt says, leaning in. “It’s not a…” He trails off as he looks closer. “God, those are weird.”

“Exactly,” Nick says. “Literal tentacles.”

“Not octopus, though,” Matt says. He frowns and wonders if he’s hallucinating or something. “They’re – different. And I thought the Barbie moment was creepy.”

Nick stands up and backs away. “I have no idea what’s happening here, but I’m going to go talk to Claudio. He’s the first person we know of to get the Malakai effect. Maybe he knows how to fix it.”

“Would have been great if Brandon had stayed here to fix it,” Adam calls after Nick, but it’s no use.

Other people start pouring into the café, and Matt shoves Adam’s tentacles – good lord – under his shirt sleeve.

“We need to get out of here before other people see,” Adam mutters. “I really don’t want anybody else to notice this…Thing on me.” He shakes his hand, and Matt almost has to giggle at the wet, slapping sound the tentacles make. “Oh my god!”

A tentacle pokes out and curls around, and suddenly Matt stares at Adam’s hand with the strangest boner of his life.

“It’s really hard to keep them under control,” Adam says, staring as the tentacles wiggle and squirm. “What the fuck is happening?”

“According to Nick, House of Black gave Claudio a magic dick, so…” Matt trails off. “I think the House of Black are trying to kill us, aren’t they?”

“Kill us?” Adam asks, holding up his tentacle hand. The two of them finally find their way into the EVP room in hopes that nobody would see the monstrosity growing out of the sleeve of Adam’s shirt. “This feels more like a distraction than a murder.” He wiggles the tentacles and the undulation is…intriguing. “What?” Adam asks stopping the tentacles from moving. “They freak you out?”

Matt tries to maintain a neutral expression, like he doesn’t care, but he fails. Adam gets a grin on his lips, one that usually promises a particular interesting night for Matt. It only makes it harder to keep a straight face.

Matt shakes his head, biting his lip as he starts to smile. “Nope,” he says, sitting across Adam’s lap. “Definitely not scared.”

Adam tilts his head to the side. “Seriously.”

Matt nods. “Look, you get access to weird porn on planes, okay?”

“Sorry, you’ve seen tentacle porn?” Adam asks. He tickles the tentacles on Matt’s face, and it sends a thrill of heat through Matt’s body. “You thinkin’ about them inside you?”

Matt feels himself burning pink. “Never used to,” he mutters. “Not until – not until they’re yours.”

He thinks he can see Adam’s eyes darken. “Oh, they’re okay when they’re mine?” He murmurs. Matt shivers again as the tentacles slide down Matt’s neck and into his hair. “That’s all they gotta be?”

Matt nods, trying to decide if he wants to get closer to or farther from the tentacles. He leans into them, on impulse, and sighs.

“This is so surreal,” Adam says, eyes on where the tentacles play with the hem of Matt’s shirt. “I know they’re my hand, because they’re part of me,” he adds, almost more to himself, “but they’re so different.”

Matt turns his head and presses a kiss to the side of the tentacle. He almost laughs – it feels squishy but lithe under his lips, intentional and solid. “This is so weird.”

“It is,” Adam says, sounding almost reverent. “Like – I know you’re kissing a part of me.” Matt does it again, and he can feel Adam watching him. “I know it. But, looking at it.” Matt leans in and kisses Adam’s tentacle again. “It’s so fuckin’ weird.”

Matt licks his lips. “Can I try something?”

“Go for it,” Adam says, a little breathless.

Matt leans in and takes the tentacle in his mouth. He locks eyes on Adam.

“Oh, my god,” Adam says slowly. “That feels so different from – fingers, I can feel your mouth, Matt.” He rolls his shoulders. “Not like when you suck my dick, but close.” He exhales slowly, and Matt swirls his tongue around the tip of the tentacle. They’re smooth with little sticky suckers on the bottom that only seem to truly stick when Adam makes them. Matt grins around it.

“Yeah?” Matt asks. “I have an idea. Hold on.” He leans in and tries to take the tentacle down his throat, but it doesn’t work. He tries again, mouth and tongue working, but the tentacle is too soft. “Alright, well. We’ll have to stick to me shoving your dick down my throat, I guess.”

Adam laughs, but it’s tight in the back of his throat. Matt knows what that means. “Yeah,” Adam manages. He licks his lips. “Get over here.”

“First, I have to – hold on.” Matt almost fall off the couch as he reaches for his bag.

“Yeah,” Adam says. He reaches out his human hand to grab the lube and makes a weird little face. “This is gonna be weird.”

“I’m good with weird,” Matt says. He throws his legs over Adam’s hips and leans in, kissing him like he means it. “What are you thinking, weird wise?” Matt has what he wants it to be, but he won’t push. “I’ve said weird more in the past few minutes than I have in the past few months.”

Adam grins. “I figured,” he says slowly, “that I could, um.” He trails the tentacles across the top of Matt’s pants waistband.

“You want to – I guess finger me is the wrong word, since they’re tentacles. Tentacle me?” Matt frowns. “You know what? Forget talking. Get in me and let’s see how this goes.”

Adam beams at him, and the two of them get their clothes off in record time.

“Hold on,” Matt says, standing up. He checks to lock the door. “Couldn’t risk somebody walking in.”

“Look at you, being responsible or whatever the fuck,” Adam sighs. “Come on. I have an idea. Lay down.”

Matt flops on his back on the couch and looks up at Adam, who is staring down at him. “Uh. Adam?”

“Right,” Adam says, shaking his head. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Matt laughs. Adam throws one of Matt’s legs over the arm of the couch and angles him so the other dangles to the floor. It feels exposed, open, and Matt is all about it.

“Come on,” Matt says, and it’s getting difficult to ignore how hard he is.

Adam dances the tentacles down Matt’s abs, to his hips, to the insides of his thighs. With a raise of eyebrows, Adam silently asks permission, and Matt nods emphatically.

Two tentacles curl around Matt’s cock, and it’s enough to make him squeak.

“You good?” Adam asks.

Matt nods. “They’re, god, I’m saying it again, weird. Like, they’re not dicks, but that’s the only comparison I have.” He rolls his hips up, the suckers on the tentacles gripping his dick. “Oh, this is so – I don’t even know the words.”

“Good, though?” Adam asks, dribbling lube on the tentacles.

Matt nods. “Great.”

The tentacles leave his cock, which is less than ideal, but suddenly Adam is probing at the rim of his hole and he’s back on board.

“Go,” Matt hisses. “Please, I need to – please?”

“I will,” Adam promises. “I just have to figure out – okay!” The tip of the tentacle slips into Matt. “Hey, it worked!”

Matt’s too busy losing his mind to answer. Something about the way the tentacle moves is the exact kind of pressure he craves.

“Keep going,” Matt pants. “Oh my – Adam, I can’t even explain how this feels.”

Adam nods and slides the tentacle in further. There’s less resistance than he’d get with a finger or a dick, but the tentacle wiggles and thickens and –

“God, that was fun to hear,” Adam laughs. “Moan like that much more and other people will hear us.”

“Don’t care,” Matt says. He’s panting. “Do – more. Keep doing that thickening thing. Strange but good.”

“Oh, something stranger than getting my tentacles in you?” Adam asks, but he does something with the tentacle that makes Matt’s eyes roll. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”

Matt nods, his eyes squeezed shut. “They – they change size. They get thicker.”

“Yeah,” Adam says, and he slips in another tentacle next to the first one. “I know.”

Matt writhes. Adam’s fingers have always fit him perfectly, filled him almost as good as Adam’s cock, but this is incredible. The tentacles swell and pull as Adam fucks two gently, like he’s trying to be careful.

“Good?” Adam asks, and Matt opens his eyes to see Adam looking down, almost concerned.

“This is the coolest thing – oh!” Matt bucks away from the feeling but chases it back almost immediately. “Oh, right there.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He flexes a tentacle and it undulates over and over again against Matt’s prostate, sending wave after wave of intensity through his body. “Fuck, baby, you look so good. Does it feel great?”

“B-better than great,” Matt whimpers. “Don’t stop, please, I’m almost –” But he comes, pulsing shifts inside of his body along with the tentacle as his orgasm comes dry. He’s still achingly hard, but now the tentacle feels like it’s pressing on an open nerve as it wiggles.

“Adam,” he pleads, and he feels empty for a moment when Adam takes out his tentacle hand. Adam kisses Matt as he gains his breath back. “God, that – I –” He takes a shuddering breath as Adam pulls back. His tentacle hand is still, but Matt just wants it back in him. “The whole thing.”

“What?” Adam asks, blinking.

“I wanna – all of them,” Matt begs. “Please, I want to try.”

Adam looks at his hand, then at Matt, then back at his hand. “Are you sure?”

Matt nods. “I want –” The words get stuck in his throat, but Matt makes himself say it. “I want you to stuff me full of them.”

Adam exhales so long that Matt begins to wonder if he went too far. “Well, shit, baby,” Adam finally says, sounding a little breathless. “You want me to fill you up, all you gotta do is ask.”

Matt moves so he’s bent over the arm of the chair. “You want my whole, uh, hand?” Adam asks. “Wait. That’s – not quite right.”

Matt giggles. “First time with tentacle dirty talk?”

“Fuck off,” Adam laughs, “you know it is.” He clears his throat. “You want all five of my tentacles in your ass?” he asks, voice lower than Matt’s used to. “You want me to fuck you with all of ‘em at once?”

“Yeah,” Matt says. He wiggles his ass, trying to get the focus back where he wants it. “All of them at once.”

Adam uses his human hand to grip Matt’s hip, then slides a tentacle inside of Matt. He blushes a little with how easy it was, how quickly the tentacle slid inside him. “Good?” Adam murmurs.

“Yeah,” Matt says. “You – you can go for another one.”

“Yeah, I already know you can take two,” Adam says. Matt feels the second tentacle move in beside the first, pulsing against each other to stretch him. He hums, rolling his hips so the tips of the tentacles explore inside of him.

“More,” Matt says. “Come on, I know I can take them.”

“Of course you can,” Adam says, but it sounds almost pandering. Matt whines as the third tentacle makes its way inside him. “Wish you could see, Matt. This is wild.”

“Yeah?” Matt says. He exhales a couple times to encourage the tentacles higher. He almost loses his balance when they start thrusting. “Holy – Adam, what are you doing?”

“That working for you?” Adam asks. “I figured out how to move them differently. It’s super different without bones.” He dances the tip of another tentacle around the rim of Matt’s hole. “Want another one?”

“Yes,” Matt hisses, and he almost doesn’t notice it slip inside of him as the other tentacles continue fucking him.

“Jesus.” Adam sounds impressed, almost, and Matt could be smug about it, if he tried. “I – you sure you can take the last one?”

“Yes, Adam, they’re tentacles,” Matt says, and realizes it’s the most bizarre sentence he’s ever said. “Plus, I’m pretty sure your cock is bigger than all of them combined.”

Adam laughs. “That’s both sweet and objectively wrong.” He leans down to kiss Matt’s back at the base of his spine, then slowly, so effing slowly, works the fifth tentacle in. They are so much more interesting than fingers, is what Matt’s realizing. They’re all the same length and sprout from the same general area, so it really is like a devastatingly thick dick inside him with multiple moving parts. He exhales so slowly he thinks time will stop by the time he’s done, but then he rolls his hips and – and he’s ascending to a different plane.

“All of your – your whole hand – the tentacles.” Matt can’t figure out what he’s trying to say, couldn’t tell anybody if they asked him, but he moves just enough to feel the tentacles undulate. He whines, slumping over the couch. “Adam,” he whimpers. “Oh, please f-fuck me.”

“With – the tentacles?” Adam asks. He moves the tentacles in a thrusting motion that almost sends Matt into tears. “Jesus, not used to you cursing. This must be good.”

“Anything,” Matt says, “god, anything, just do it.” He doesn’t even have the frame of mind to think about what he’s asking for, just grips the couch cushions and pushes back.

“Got an idea,” Adam mutters. “Matt, I’m gonna take them out, for just a second, okay?”

“Okay,” Matt pants. He makes a strange, pained noise he’s not familiar with from the back of his throat when he finds himself empty and clenching on nothing. Then a familiar cock nudges at him and slides in.

“Huh,” he muses. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” Adam grumbles. “I have a –”

They both gasp at the same time. Adam’s snaked a tentacle inside of Matt next to his cock, then curled two around to wrap around Matt’s dick.

“Oh!” Matt squeaks. “Oh, Adam, okay.” He rocks between the two mind-numbing sensations. “This is – I’m going to –”

“Same here, baby,” Adam grunts, and Matt can feel that he’s being careful, that he’s taking his time.

“I – I want to,” Matt says, and he can’t say anything else before he comes harder than he has before in his life, streaking the locker room couch and making a giant mess. He clenches down on the tentacle and Adam’s dick and feels Adam fill him with come, and the feeling of being claimed is stronger in this moment than it ever has been before. The tentacle strokes at the inside of him as Adam pulls out, curls around his hole until he’s so oversensitive he’s about to cry.

Adam slumps over Matt’s back, and Matt feels almost miserable at the emptiness. But the power of an orgasm so good his mind melted overtakes the negativity. “Oh, my god,” Adam murmurs into Matt’s back.

“That,” Matt says, “that was incredible. I can’t think. I’m brain dead.” He falls onto his stomach on the couch, not even caring that he’s laying in a pool of his own come, with Adam splayed across his back. “Can we keep the tentacles?”

Adam snorts. “Babe, I can guarantee, this is a one time thing. I’m getting rid of these things as soon as possible.”

Matt sighs. “I guess, but it won’t be the same.” He shuffles, ignoring the mess. “I might have to add something to my Christmas wish list.”

“I bet you will,” Adam says. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.” He reaches out a hand and Matt takes it, letting Adam pull him to standing. “Oh, that couch is toast.”

Matt wrinkles his noise. “Oops.”

“We’ll hit it with some soap or something,” Adam decides. “Or just, like, flip the cushions.”

“Both could work,” Matt decides.

They shower quickly as they can with three quarters of the hands they usually have. Matt giggles as Adam keeps dropping things in the tentacle hand.

“You’re being a dick, you know that?” Adam says, curling some of the tentacles around the back of Matt’s neck. Matt shivers. “I may be permanently disfigured because of Brandon, and you’re laughing at me.”

Matt shrugs. “I’ll panic when we know there’s something to panic about. There’s every chance we’re dreaming and I’m gonna wake up with a brand new kink I’ll make you participate in.”

Adam kisses his forehead. “You should know by now that I go for pretty much anything you want to try at least once.”

Matt flashes back to the box full of their toys in their closet. “Yeah, you have a point there.”

When they’ve finally gotten themselves and the cushion presentably clean, Matt texts Brandon to demand some sort of explanation.

“Nothing,” Matt says, frowning. “You think Brandon’s okay?”

His own concern is mirrored on Adam’s face. “If he’s messing with the House of Black? No way.”

The two of them watch as Adam’s tentacles flex and wiggle. Based on Adam’s expression, he’s not making them do that.

“Yeah, I need this gone,” Adam decides. “We need to find Brandon.”

Matt would find it funny how Adam has to keep yanking his sleeves down over his tentacle hand as they run into people repeatedly in the venue, if it wasn’t so nerve wracking. He’s relatively impressed with how Adam’s keeping it together. He, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about how he would want to keep those tentacles around if they weren’t so inconvenient.

They make their way down the hallways of the venue, trying to remember the direction they’ve come from. Matt texts Brandon again with no response.

“He should show himself or at least text back soon,” Matt says. “What are we going to do, throw open every door until we find him? He shouldn’t have even run away from us.” He starts getting annoyed again. “Who does he think he is, turning me into a Barbie and turning your hand into a tentacle?” He’s about to really get going when someone turns the other corner.

“Brandon!” Matt yells.

“Oh, good,” Brandon says, rolling his eyes. “Matt’s here, too.”

“You turned him into tentacle boy,” Matt says. “Fix him.”

“I can’t –”

“Then take us to someone who can!”

“I did not have control over what kinds of tentacles I accidentally cursed him with!” Brandon yells. “I just went for the first tentacles I thought about!”

“Hold on,” Adam says, holding up his normal hand, then showing Brandon the wiggling mass of tentacles that are decidedly not octopus. “Are you telling me the only tentacles you’ve seen are in porn?!”

Brandon turns red. “Look, that’s not – I just don’t think of octopus tentacles, or jellyfish.” He stomps on the floor. “Let me take you to locker room five. Malakai’s in there. I think he can help. But you have to knock first.”

“He sure as effing hell better be able to help,” Matt continues, storming down the hallway. “Adam’s hand got all effed up – ”

“I think the word is transmogrified,” Adam interrupts.

“By magic,” Matt says like Adam didn’t speak, folding his arms over his chest, “that we didn’t even know existed, and we should just be polite and knock? No. No way.”

“You have to knock!” Brandon says, chasing after them. Matt hopes he trips. “They’re trying to fix all of this, but losing magic like that is apparently, like a really big deal. Malakai was all possessed by this creepy static guy. He seemed pretty pissed. ”

“Is he gonna get in trouble?” Adam asks. He flexes the human hand again. Matt suddenly wonders if, when they fix it, the human hand will keep the touch memory of everything the tentacles did. He blushes. “He should. He let his minions or whatever use magic on people who didn’t consent to it.”

“Don’t – you really don’t want to mess with this stuff,” Brandon pleads, but now Matt’s curious. “Knock before you open.”

“Come on, Brandon,” he says, rolling his eyes. “It can’t be that bad.” Matt yanks open the door and is immediately struck with bright. “What the hell?”

“Oh, no,” Brandon moans.

The brightness, colors and light Matt can’t quite understand, soars out around them and knocks the three of them to the floor.

The man pulls himself up on the floor, tugging at the ends of his hair. A least, he thinks he’s a man. He looks around, down at the handsome guy at his feet, with curly blonde hair and pretty eyes.

“Hi,” he says, fluttering his lashes down. “What’s your name?”

~

Mini playlist: Eyes Roll - (G)I-DLE Animals - Maroon 5 Unholy - Hey Violet Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko

Bonus points to anyone who catches the Calvin and Hobbes reference :)

#Wanksgiving #HELLO HI I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKING WROTE THIS #I went from 'ooooh the man and woman had sex oh my goodness' #To THIS #Happy 100th professional wrestling fic for Sara!!! #Oh my god #HangMatt #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson

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A Malakai Black Witch Trials fic is brewing in my head

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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

My Babysitter's a Vampire

sarah rq

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