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And It’s Midnight

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The Mark keeps Dean awake again, so the reader does her best to take his mind off it.

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: bit of angst, SMUT

Word Count: 1360

Note: Its finals where I am, so have a study Dean to help you relax at the end of your tests. As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated. Tags and requests are open, and I will have time to do some real work now that winter break is upon us. Enjoy!  

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When you reached back for Dean, he wasn’t there.

For a split second your mind raced with every worst-case scenario you had ever thought of. Leaving the life and you all in one night. Getting taken by some monster looking for power or a bargaining chip. The Mark taking over.

You took a deep breath. Opening your eyes in the darkness, the door was open and you could see the faint glimmer of light coming from the library. You wrapped a blanket around you and followed the glow to find him.

Dean was slumped over a lore book, one hand on a bottle of beer, and the other stretched out enough to where the Mark peaked out from under his robe. His eyebrows were almost touching. His green eyes, pale in his fury, darted back and forth across the page. You knew it wasn’t there. The information how to remove the Mark. He knew it wasn’t there. “But maybe we missed something” was always on his mind.

“Dean?” Your soft voice carried quickly, startling him. “Shh, it’s just me.” Your feet thumped across the wood flooring as you came to stand behind him. Dean leaned back into your touch as you worked your hands under the collar of his robe and began to massage his neck.

“You should be asleep,” he mumbled. He sounded so… broken.

“So should you.” You reached down for his hand and tugged it with you as you took a step towards the hallway. “Come back to bed.”

Dean twisted his wrist out of your grip. “Won’t do any good. Go back to sleep, Y/N.” He turned back to the book and seemed to forget you were in the room.

You stood there for a second, hovering between taking his suggestion/order and coming up with something to get his mind off the Mark. “You have an idea,” your brain provided. Now wasn’t really the time. It’s the perfect time. It’s midnight.

“Hey, Dean.” Your voice sounded stronger than you felt.

Dean’s jaw dropped as you dropped the blanket from around your shoulders. Sleeping in the same bed as Dean was like living with an electric blanket, so there was never a need for clothes.

“And if my memory serves me correctly,” you walked over to him as he scooted his chair back, “this is your favorite robe for a reason.” With a gentle tug on the sash and a flick of the wrist, you opened up Dean’s robe to find that he wasn’t wearing clothes either. Your tongue dashed out to wet your lips. “See something you like, Winchester?” Dean let out a shuddered breath as you ran your finger up his aroused length.

“Sweetheart, I was ready for you the moment you walked in the room.”

The question was out before you thought it through. “Then why didn’t you come to bed?”

Dean looked away. His arm with the Mark tensed and he gripped the armrest till his fingers were white. “I… I don’t want…”

You pushed the robe off his shoulders and down his arms. “You’re not going to hurt me, Dean.” You bent your knees till you were sitting on his lap. He still wouldn’t look at you, so you kissed along his jawline until his mouth found its way to yours.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Everything.”

Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest as he gripped your waist and kissed you harder. Rushed. Hungry. Needy. His length was trapped between you, radiating heat that igniting inside you a need of your own.

Dean ignored your squeak of surprise as he stood with your legs wrapped around his waist. You helped him scoot the book and beer out of the way, uncaring of any noise that might wake Sam. Dean sank to his knees despite your efforts to stop him.

“I’m supposed to be helping you,” you rasped.

Dean nuzzled his nose to the inside of your thigh. “Trust me, this will.” He kissed the top of your mound, just above your clit, then began to meticulously take you apart.

In another life, if Dean Winchester had been an incubus, he could have ruled the world. Even as you held your hand over your mouth to silence your moaning, the obscene slurping and lapping coming from Dean echoed through the library. Your knuckles were white where you gripped onto the table. A warm haze settled over you. He was taking it slow, but this only heightened every sensation. Where his fingers dug into your thighs, there would be bruises in the morning. The blue and purple marks would make him fret, but you would wear them like badges of honor. Not that you could think that far in advance at the moment. The twist and playfulness of his tongue in your pussy was draining all thoughts from your head except one.

Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean. Dean.

“Keep calling my name like that, Y/N, and I won’t make it to the main event.” Dean chuckled and made you gasp as he curled two fingers into your heat. His other hand snaked its way up your body, laving trails of icy fire in their wake. With him half stretched over you, you couldn’t thrash or buck up to meet his face. A loud keen fell from your lips as Dean began to play with your breasts. He alternated sucking lightly on your clit and running his tongue along next to his fingers.

“Please. Please. Please,” you chanted, finally finding the strength to curl your fingers into his hair.

Dean growled. He sucked hard on your clit and pistoned his fingers in and out of you. Then he was on his feet, kissing you as you screamed into his mouth. He prolonged your orgasm into another as he continued to pump and curl his fingers over your sweet spot. Dean chuckled as you melted into the table. You caught his arm and rubbed your thumb over the mark. His skin prickled under your touch.

“Don’t go.”

You ignored the dark circles under his eyes. The seemingly permanent crease in his brow. The heavy droop in his head. You fought to keep your eyes open so he could see everything you couldn’t say out loud in them.

He broke the gaze but nodded. You leaned up with him to sit on the edge of the table and to press your forehead against his. His hands remained on either side of you flat on the table as you guided his length to your entrance. With one shuddered breath, Dean thrust into you. Then there it is. The starvation for control. You give it to him.

Hips snap against you. Fingertips leap to your hips. Dean’s grunts and your moans fill the air. The table slides a little with each thrust, but Dean keeps chasing you and release. One of your hands claws at the small of his back, pulling him closer. The other grips at the Mark, covering it up so all Dean can hear and see and feel is you. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him. How tightly your eyes are closed now in bliss. Your whimpers and begging gasps of breath for more. More of him. Only him.

Your body shivers and your toes curl to the cramping point as Dean twists his hips to hit the spot that sends you over the edge. Your legs quiver around Dean’s hips when he stills and holds you on him while his release coats your walls. Dean finally slumps over you, raised up just enough not to crush you, not that you would mind. His chest heaves down to yours puffing up.

You whine as his warmth disappears, replaced by the colder robe that smells like him. Dean wraps your blanket around his hips and carries you back to bed.

“I love you, Dean,” you whisper with a yawn. Dean strokes your hair until you’re asleep, clasping tightly onto his arm wrapped around your waist.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Then he’s out like a light, barely leaving a hair’s breadth between you in the bed.

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Sister in Arms Finale: Flirting With Darkness

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Elias tries one more time to expel Abigail from Y/N. While she is teamed up with Bray, Elias has to make an alliance himself with something equally as powerful.

Pairing: None-ish (A little Elias x Reader, a little Finn x Reader)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, exorcism (of a sort, by way of powerbombs)

Word Count: 1450

Note: Here it is: the last chapter. I’m also leaving it a little open-ended so there is room to continue, but not necessarily right now. I’ve applied for a job with the WWE, so please keep your fingers crossed for me! As always, if you like my style please comment, reblog, and like the fic. My tag lists and requests are open. Now please enjoy!

Part 1: I Know You Best 

Part 6: Conspiracy  

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Kurt Angle anxiously searched backstage. He almost bumped into the man he was looking for when he walked around a corner. “Elias.” The Drifter ignored him, choosing instead to continue plucking at his guitar strings. He only stopped walking when Kurt placed his hand on his shoulder. “Now hang on. Just… are you sure you want to do this?”

Elias looked forward down the hall. He shook Kurt’s hand off his shoulder and continued to play as he walked away.

In the arena, the fireflies were already out and dancing as Bray led the way through the darkness with his lantern. I followed close behind. I stepped through the ropes held open for me and came to stop in the middle of the ring. Bray circled me with his lantern, gleeful. But when he blew out the lantern, the arena lights did not brighten the space. Instead, they drowned it in red light. We both turned confused to the stage just in time to see Elias walk out into a spotlight.

His fingers paused just over the strings, then sank to the body. He knocked twice. Paused. Then twice again. Pause. Two knocks. The arena went wild as they recognized the heartbeat of the demon.

Elias stepped to one side as fog billowed up from the stage and the speakers summoned up his music. Moments later, Balor crawled out of the smoke covered in red and black paint, sharp teeth framing his torso from shoulder to shoulder. He stood and clawed at the sky, then began to skulk down the ramp. Elias laid his precious guitar on the edge of the stage before following.

When the show of power was done, and the lights came up, Bray faced Elias and I faced Balor in the middle of the ring.

The announcing peasant shuffled to stand somewhat behind the referee keeping us apart. “This tag team match is scheduled for one fall and is a no disqualification match.” He tried to continue with his dribble, but couldn’t find the air and hurried out of the ring.

We separated into our opposite corners as the bell rang. I stepped out of the ropes and saw Balor do the same. Elias and Bray would have the first round. The Drifter attacked first and did not look in my direction once during his time. He kept his focus on the opponent in front of him. Elias was incredibly trusting of the Demon King to watch his back, but then I guess at their core they had the same goal in mind. A goal that would lead to their destruction.

Elias fell back into his corner where Balor tagged himself in. Bray wisely took several steps back. He turned to look at me and grinned. I stepped into the ring when the tag had been passed.

A hush fell over the crowd after a second’s worth of excitement. I towered over his pounce-ready form as we circled each other, hackles on edge as we waited for the other to launch. For a moment I thought he would try to throw me off-rhythm by giving the tag back to Elias, but he stood to his full height and lunged. I was backed into an unclaimed corner where Balor used his shoulder as a battering ram into my stomach. When he crawled back, I took the moment to hold myself up by the top ropes, arms outstretched like a spider on her guard.

With a chuckle I sank to my toes and hands, matching the Demon King’s stance. He growled and bared his teeth. I smiled back, enjoying the moment of mocking him. We took turns taking practice shots at each other. I pushed off the ropes, ready to sling-blade Balor. I again let my vessel’s muscle memory take over. She could wear down the demon, then I would finish him.

“Y/N!” Elias shouted.

You stumbled in your run and shivered. Elias had his hand outstretched for Finn, whose paint was already beginning to run.

“Abigail,” Bray called gruffly.

I shuddered. He called again, but I ignored him with a snarl and initiated my manic attack. Past Balor I saw Elias drop to the floor and run towards our corner, chasing Bray. Balor retained my attention until Bray began utilizing the no disqualification clause.

Outside the ring, Elias fell with a shout as Bray hit him across the chest with a kendo stick. I stumbled, dropping to my knees against my will, shaken to my core. Balor took the chance to bounce off the ropes and speed towards me. I heard Bray call my name just as Balor’s knee collided with my forehead. My head jerked, and I fell completely to the mat. Rolling to my back I saw Elias take his turn with the kendo stick on Bray. He scrambled away, but Elias kicked him into the steps out of my view.

Then I heard the growl.

Looking up, Balor was on the top rope. He bared his teeth and leapt. My chest felt the full Coup de Grace and I couldn’t find the strength to move as he pinned me.

One. Two. Three.

The Wyatt’s had lost. I had lost. Unacceptable.

Elias entered the ring and joined Balor in standing over me. I rolled to the ropes and used them to pull myself to my feet. With a screech, I launched towards their throats, but Elias scooped me onto his shoulders. I hurtled towards the mat, shuddering with the collision.

You groaned in pain.

I clawed at the mat, but Elias picked me up again. He dropped me harder.

Your back arched. Still, you felt like you were seeing the world from under water.

You… I rolled a bit a way, gasping for breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bray’s head as he began to stumble to his feet. I reached for him, but then my view was obstructed by black boots.

Balor nodded at Elias, who lifted me again. I tried calling their names in her voice, but he only hesitated for a second. I fell.

You blinked hard and gingerly held your arms around your head. “Ow.” As the blinding lights began to fade away, you could see Finn observing you. He was still mostly covered in demon paint, but it was faded and missing in patches from where he had been hit. You winced as you turned to look at Elias. His chest was bleeding in stripes.

Balor crawled closer. You held your hand up towards his face. He shied away, eyes glaring.

“It’s me.” You stayed as still as possible, holding your breath as he came closer once more. You let it out as a sigh as he nuzzled your hand.

“Y/N.” He continued to say your name until the gruffness faded away into his usual smooth accent. Finn helped you to your feet and wrapped your arm around his shoulder for support. Once you were standing in the middle of the ring, you finally let yourself notice the cheers and applause coming from the crowd. You gave them a short wave, making them ecstatic.

“Heads up.” Elias nodded behind us. We followed his gaze as Bray walked around the ring to the stage side.

He stopped in front of us, expression hard and furious. Then his cheeks twitched. The corner of his mouth curled into a grin. The arena sank into curious silence as he began to chuckle, then giggle, then to laugh hard enough that his chest heaved. The stadium went dark and when the lights came back on he was nowhere to be seen.

You motioned for a mic. The ref passed one to each of you. “Think he’s given up?” You asked. The crowd booed, though there were a few hopeful cheers.

Finn chuckled. “Prob’ly not. He’ll be back, but not for a while.”

Elias fiddled with his mic, then stepped towards the ropes.

“Wait, please,” you said, grasping at his shoulder.

He paused and took your hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing your knuckles. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

Finn brought up his mic. “Elias, thank you. Really.”

Elias chuckled and ducked under the ropes. He backed up the ramp. “Don’t think this changes a thing. I’ll still kick your ass if you keep interrupting my music.” He stopped on the stage and picked up his guitar. “Y/N… good luck helping that disaster win back the Universal.”

“You won’t get close to it once I get it back,” Finn growled.

“Won’t need to. I’ve got my own plans.” With that, Elias was gone, leaving you and Finn in the ring surrounded by adoring Balor Club members.

Time to go to work.

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Sister in Arms Part 6: Conspiracy

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Elias has been accepted into the Wyatt family but takes a risk too soon and talks to Finn Balor. He is set in a match with Abigail herself with the freedom of Y/N on the line.

Pairing: None

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, mention of possession

Word Count: 1450+

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Part 1: I Know You Best 

Part 5.5 Interlude: Survivor Series 

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He had hoped the stroll down the back hallways would be private, not that the lack of a camera crew would have stopped Abigail and Bray from finding out anyway. He was looking for someone and hoping not to find them. He failed in the second task. Elias took a deep breath and approached Finn Balor sitting on a crate. His shoulders were rolled back and bruised from his victory last week against Samoa Joe. Finn had not forgotten about the Universal, but the absence of Y/N had him distracted.

“Wot do you want?” Finn didn’t look up from his phone. “Are ya not enjoyin’ your new… alliance?”

“Finn…”

“No.” Finn leapt to his feet and pinned Elias to the wall. “I know wot you’re doin’. You’re trying to save her from the inside.”

“You don’t,” Elias gasped behind Finn’s forearm, “you don’t think it will work?” He made eye contact with the leader of the Balor Club. No hate. No pleading. Just… resignation.

Finn sighed and stepped back. He waited for Elias to catch his breath before continuing. “Abigail will corrupt you before ya can get close enough t’ do anythin’ for Y/N. But…”

Elias held his breath and rubbed his throat.

“…if ya need help at any point, jus’ let me know.” They shared a nod. “Now ya better get yerself to tha ring. They’ll be looking for ya. And be careful.”

Finn sat back down on the crate with a sigh while Elias finished his stroll. The weight she had tried so hard to eliminate from his shoulders was back.

The fireflies flickered out as the lights came on around us. Bray paced back and forth behind me livid, and relieved.

“Drifter,” I sang into the mic. “You are late.”

“I’m here Abigail.”

I heard Bray growl. Turning, I saw Elias standing in the ring behind us with his guitar over his shoulder. Calm. Collected. Grinning like a child who has just come out of the best hiding place in the house because he couldn’t be found.

I smiled. “So you are. By your smile, I have to observe that you enjoyed your time with us.” The crowd let out a mixture of cheers and boos. I raised a finger to my lips and they silenced. “And yet, you have betrayed us.” Bray giggled while Elias’s face fell. “You owed me… us a week of allegiance. That time is not yet up. You broke our bargain, Drifter.”

Elias shifted on his feet. His fingers twiddled on the neck of his guitar and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

“But I know how easy it is to be swayed in this world.” I motioned out to the crowd around us. An idea slipped into my mind and I smiled. “I’ll make one more deal with you, Elias, one more chance. Fight Bray, again. If you win, you can leave with no repercussions, though do not expect peace if our paths cross again. Lose, you stay and continue to reap the benefits you seem to care so flippantly about.”

Elias side-eyed Bray. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head while he considered. He took a deep breath. “I agree. But I want to fight you.”

I twisted my head in confusion. “A fight for my soul? Oh, Elias, it doesn’t exist anymore,” I laughed.

“Not yours.”

Oh. The Drifter was more lovesick than I gave him credit for. “You mean to fight for Y/N’s soul. It doesn’t exist anymore, either.” Elias stared me down, refusing to back down. There could be other members to Bray and I, but if we lost our first for such a trifle reason… I looked back at Bray. He did not approve. “But I accept.”

Bray’s fists strangled invisible creatures at his sides. Elias nodded and moved to set his guitar outside the ring.

“But not right now.” My voice froze him in place. “If this is truly a match for something that matters so much to you, then it should be later tonight so you may have time to prepare. And to converse with your rival turned confidant: Finn Balor.” I smiled sticky sweet and met his terrified gaze.  

Bray sat on the ropes so I could lead us both to the bottom of the ramp. As I drew up my hood I turned one last time to Elias.

“Drifter, if you do win this match, and if you and Balor find some way to rescue Y/N, have you thought about how broken she will be? For I will not give up this vessel lightly.” I licked my lips. “Which one of you she will run to for comfort, and which one will be forgotten?” Bray and I left Elias in the ring to ponder these final questions.

Elias did not sing.

His fingers danced across the strings, playing his heart in notes and melodies that only he could understand. And yet once he was done, the entire arena gave him glory. One body. One mind. One heart.

When I won, they would become part of the Wyatt body.

The guitar’s chords were drowned out by Bray’s entrance music. The arena was dark except for the fireflies and the spotlight that followed me to the ring. Elias backed into a corner so Bray had room to circle me with his lantern. He blew out the light and circled me one more time before moving to stand on the floor. Elias and I stood on opposite ends for a second, then I let my cloak fall from my shoulders.

The blood-red ring gear was of my design. It hugged my curves and did not hide what others would call flaws. I am a woman, one who has endured centuries of hardships and I have always found myself on top. If Bray were the head of the family, he would never have let me fight in such apparel. If he had let me fight at all. But he was not in charge.

I nodded at the ref, who gave the signal for the bell to ring. The match had begun.

We met in the center. I held out my hand for him to shake with a smile. When he did not take my hand, I tilted my head to observe his conflicted face. Then I let Y/N’s muscle memory take over. Her kicks were powerful, continuously sending Elias stumbling back for several steps.

I growled when Elias’s strength began to get the upper hand. So I moved faster. Smarter. Noted weaknesses and used them.

But I made a mistake.

Bray was celebrating and applauding my skill. When I turned back from his appreciation, Elias was there. I was caught and every step I took entangled me in his next move. Elias lifted me up onto his shoulders. With a shriek I fell towards the mat, arching with the connection. I twisted out of the way before Elias could try for a pin, but my sight failed mid-crawl.

You blinked your eyes hard trying to get rid of the blinding white ring around everything. Looking up, you realized you were sitting in the ring. But you had just been on the floor? Watching Finn and Elias fight. No. Something had happened.

Bray.

You shuddered and twisted to look for him and Finn. Instead, you saw Elias staring down at you, ready to attack.

“Elias?”

What was going on?

You gripped the side of your head as searing pain filled your mind and body. Then all faded to black.

I growled and launched myself to my feet, stumbling back into the corner. Elias was eyeing me oddly. Bray circled along the outside of the ring to me, but I paced the ring away from him, mind reeling.

This had to end. Now.

I eyed Bray. He read the message and nodded back, circling the ring to stand behind Elias. I kept my focus on the Drifter, making sure he only saw me. He stepped back as I spun, then fell back as I kicked up at his face. Bray was ready for him. He trapped Elias in the ropes in the full sight of the ref. With a nod from my head, Bray began to rain down blows to Elias’s chest. He continued past the ringing of the bell halting the match.

“Your winner, by disqualification, Elias.”

Bray released him. Elias crumpled to the mat to my feet. I motioned for a mic.

“Drifter. You are cast out from the Wyatt family.”

I turned and stepped out of the ring, picking up my cloak on the way by. I pulled the hood up and rushed up the ramp, not trusting my usual way of travel.

How had she broken through?

Part 7: Flirting with Darkness (Finale) 

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Short and Short Tempered

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The reader is trying to cook, but she can’t reach anything in the cabinets.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, implied smut

Word Count: ~515

Note: For all my short readers, we’ve been here. Tall readers you can still read this and laugh at our troubles with Sam. Lucky. If you like the fic, let me know with comments and reblogs and… likes. If you want to be put on a tag list, or have a request, shoot me a message!

“Seriously, Winchesters?” You groaned as you tried to reach the casserole dish on the top shelf. “If you two would just stay out of my kitchen, I could reach everything.” With a growl you took a chair and stood on it. You also grabbed a few more things to replace at lower levels later. “This is my kitchen, and I’ll be damned if Dean moves things around again.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that. He thinks the kitchen is his.” Sam chuckled from his leaning position in the doorway when you almost fell off your perch. “If you needed help, you could’ve just asked.”

You crossed your arms. “But I don’t want to have to ask. I want to be able to reach everything without assistance.” You squinted at him as his face twitched with a grin. “What? Stop looking at me like that.”

“But you’re cute.”

“Sam shut up.”

“What? You’re just adorable. And tiny.” His sweet smile finally shined through. No, Y/N. You’re mad at him.

“I am average height, Winchester. Average. Height! You’re just ridiculously tall!”

He stepped closer to you. Balanced as you were, you didn’t have anywhere to go. “I don’t think you are, Y/N. If you were, you wouldn’t need a whole chair to stand eye to eye with me.” He stepped close enough to prove his point. It worked out better than he thought. You bobbed up on your tiptoes to actually glare at his level. He laughed at your movements. The cute one that sounded like bells that only happened when he was really feeling carefree.

“Your cute laugh isn’t going to make me less angry, stop hugging me, put me down! Put me down!” Sam lifted you up and scooted the chair out of the way. He sat you on the counter and stood between your parted legs. “No. I’m not kissing you. I’m mad at you for-“ You were cut off with a kiss. He broke away for a second, then cut you off again, repeating as needed until you leaned forward to follow his retreating lips. Your hands roamed up to the nape of his neck where your fingers could curl in his hair.

Then a thought popped into your head. A memory.

You placed a finger on Sam’s lips and pushed him away. “Dean didn’t put those dishes that high, did he? He never uses these dishes, nor can he reach the back of the top shelf either.” He averted his gaze, dimples making an appearance. “Sam?” you asked, drawing out his name.

“A guy likes to feel needed.” He leaned down to rest his forehead on yours.

“You could’ve just asked,” you repeated at him.

“Can I ask for something else first?”

You nodded, humming in delight.

Sam nuzzled his nose to yours then whispered in your ear, “will you come with me to my room?”

“Only if you help me off the counter first.” You squealed as he lifted you up where you could wrap your legs around his hips.

Dinner preparations were on hold until further notice.

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Five-Star Miss-Giving

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Dick tries to give you a restful Thanksgiving for once, but his plans go a bit awry.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: none (unless you count Thanksgiving stress)

Word Count: 730

Note: I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t bake to save my life. Thankfully, I’ve got a certain BatFam member I like to write about. Please let me know if you like the fic, if you can’t cook either, or if you’ve got an emergency recipe that works in a pinch. Likes, reblogs, and especially comments are always amazing. Hope you guys have a wonderful holiday, and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Frantic beeping from your oven set your nerve on edge. You grumbled on your way to the kitchen, complaining about this most recent attempt of your grandmother’s blackberry pie.

Then you could smell smoke.

“Oh no,” you muttered, then set off into a run.

When you reached the kitchen, Alfred was already turning off the oven and readying the fire extinguisher. You could see the flames curling around on the edges of the crust. Dick and Jason came around the corner as you let Alfred put out the flames.

“I’m sorry, miss Y/N. Would you like me to purchase more ingredients?”

“No thank you, Alfred. I’ll try again at Christmas. Or not ‘till next year.”

Jason pulled a knife from his jacket and cut back the charred crust. He stabbed a few blackberries and blew on them until they were cool. “How many does that make?”

“Two this season, five since moving in, and… I’ve lost count of the total.” You sighed and nodded at Jason. “Does the middle at least taste okay?”

He tentatively ate the top blackberry on his knife and chewed it deep in thought. “Yeah, it’s okay. Would be better with ice cream though.” He jumped as Alfred placed a bowl of vanilla in front of him.

“Knock yourself out,” you said with a chuckle. Dick followed you as you left Jason and Alfred with the carcass of the pie. You didn’t get far before he caught your hand and pulled you in a different direction.

“How would you like to have a Thanksgiving off?”

“What?” You shook your head. “You know there’s going to be trouble. Harvey Dent had people flip their own coins to see if he would boil them in oil with the family turkey. Bruce is never…”

“We actually have a mission. So… it won’t be a complete night off… but you won’t have to worry about-“

“Cooking. Or burning anything.” You wriggled out of his grasp and started walking toward your room. He kept you from opening the door.

“That, and patrolling in the cold. Or having to team up with Damien. Or any of the other issues that usually come up with this part of the year. Charming, rich boy Dick Grayson is supposed to be making a public appearance… alone. But I was hoping you would care to join me?”

You bit your lip to keep from grinning. An evening out with Dick did sound better. “Do we have to dress up?”

“Yes. But as you are already stunning, you won’t have much more to do except find a dress.”

You kissed his cheek. “Flattery will get you everywhere. It’s a date.”

That night you got to “relax” at the Sundial, the spinning five-star restaurant in the heart of Gotham that also just so happened to possibly be the target of a Poison Ivy attack. While you waited for her to show if at all, you feasted on the delights. Well, ‘feasted’ was a five-star word for five bites in a five-course meal. They were good bites, but pitiful all the same.

You kept shooting looks at Dick, expecting him to burst out laughing at any second. Instead, you had to stifle giggle after giggle as his face contorted in displeasure. He finally said something when dessert came: two bites each of some chocolate confection. One of the bites was the garnishing raspberry.

Dick leaned across the table. “I have to admit. Ivy wasn’t planning on attacking. I was just trying to treat you to a night out. But…”

“Is the Waffle House on Main still open?”

“I hope so.”

The Camaro looked a little out of place sitting outside the diner. Inside it looked equally as odd for Dick and you squeezed next to each other in the booth in your best apparel. The wonder-boy eats with his elbows out, by the way. Way out. And intentionally ribbing you when you would go to take a bite.

“You better watch it, or I’m going to make sure Bruce gives you midnight patrol for a week. Hey!” You blocked his fork from your waffle with your own.

“Am I at least forgiven for the snafu of this evening?”

“Yes.” You gave him a syrupy peck on his cheek, making sure to spread it everywhere. You were thankful for him and his attempts to keep you happy, glitches and all.

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Sister in Arms Interlude: Survivor Series

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Elias solidifies his position in the Wyatt Family by teaming up with bray against former members of the family: Luke Harper and Erik Rowan.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Pairing: None

Word Count: 320

Note: Just a little snippet.

Part 1: Know You Best 

Part 5: Under the White Hood 

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He had already changed. Where Bray had taken weeks to convert and years to strengthen, Elias was already hitting harder and leaving no room for mercy. I laughed openly as Elias tossed Luke to Bray to hit.

Luke and Erik. Now Bludgeon Brothers. They would pay for their betrayal. At fault or not in Bray’s loose hold, they would pay.

I remained sitting as Erik came flying over the ropes and rolled to my feet. He heaved himself to his feet, stumbling around until he realized where he was. My eyes caught his. He stepped back, no longer controlling his own steps. Three, then four steps later he was backed against the ring.

Right into the grasp of Elias.

Erik put up a minimal fight as the Drifter hauled him into the ring. He once again struggled as Elias tipped him back for his ‘Drift Away’, then moved no more.

One. Two. Three.

Bray and Elias took their moment in the ring, then Bray brought me a mic. Elias pushed my chair to one side as I stood. In the ring, Luke rolled out of the corner where he had been lying comatose and helped Erik to his feet. They stayed in the middle of the ring, glaring at us.

“My prodigals. You have been cleansed of your waywardness.” Bray chuckled next to me. “You are forgiven. When Raw has been wholly cleansed of doubt and discontent, I will return for you. Prepare yourselves, and Smackdown, for the return of the Wyatt Family, reformed.” I turned and found Bray and Elias each with an arm outstretched to lead me up the ramp. Bray side-eyed Elias, a possessive frown bubbling just under the surface.

I took both of their arms with a proud smile.

At the top of the ramp, I turned, giving one last look at our Smackdown family members, flanked by the oldest and newest Wyatt’s.

We would be unstoppable.

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Warm Me Up

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Request: “Can I request a fic where the reader (named Effy please, if possible) is dating Elias Samson and they go to a ski resort for some RnR and Effy loses her Vcard to Elias and its passionate and super sexy? Thank you!” – @1rsolideranna

Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader/OC (Effy)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, loss of virginity, language, slight teasing

Word Count: ~1950

Note: This was such a cute request! I’ve never been skiing, so if I get a few things wrong there, please forgive me. I hope you guys like how this turned out, and if you do please let me know with comments, reblogs and likes! There’s another Elias fic coming soon inspired by an anon request. If you have your own request (WWE, Marvel, DC, Supernatural) shoot me a message or in my private messages (and still stay anon if you like, but we can work out more details). And my tag lists are open, too. Now please enjoy!

It took your breath away as the icy air crashed into your cheeks. You kept your legs bent in an attempt to make your form more streamlined. Behind you, you could hear laughter and trash-talking as other members of the roster raced to catch up with you.

But you were winning.

With a final extra push with your poles, you passed the base of the slope. You let out a shrill squeal as the second and third placing Sasha and Bailey took turns skidding to a halt in front of you, drenching you in snow.

“I thought you never skied before?” Sasha asked, brushing some of the frosty dust off your shoulders.

“That was this morning! I’m a fast learner.” You guys moved out of the way and took off your ski’s. You were just straightening your jacket when large arms wrapped around your waist and a melody was hummed in your ear.

“How’d you do this time?” Elias’s eyebrows angled towards one another as he brushed off a large clump of snow from your back. You turned to beam up at him.

“First place. But it’s still a… um… blue run. A beginner’s route.” Your next words were cut off as Elias angled your chin up for a kiss just as brilliant and skin-tingling as the first. Two years. Two years since that first kiss that locked you two together at the hip. It seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and yet feel like a lifetime all at the same time. He leaned close to your ear.

“Your nose is cold.” He laughed as you quickly covered your nose with your gloves trying to bring some warmth back to your face.

The slope closed up for the evening as the day darkened. You hit Elias with a snowball while he was turning in your ski’s, then raced him to the warmth of the lodge, dodging his defense. The field beside the lodge was well lit, making it the perfect place for a snowball fight. You and Sasha made a wall from someone’s failed snowman and set to pummeling Elias. Gallows was caught in the crossfire and joined your boyfriend. They let loose a close set of volleys, giving you and Sasha no time to do anything but huddle and wait for them to need time to reload.

Per usual, she circled the conversation back to your relationship with the Drifter. “So, what’s in your schedule for this afternoon? Kisses and hot chocolate… or is hot chocolate code for something else?” You giggled as she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Can you focus on making ammo? And no, it’s not code… but it might be soon.” A small smile escaped watching her face light up. “I feel so… complete with him, you know? I want to… take the next step.”

“When? He knows you’re a virgin, right?”

“I was planning tonight. And yes, I told him ages ago.” Your heart warmed in your chest. “He’s been waiting for me to be ready.”

Sasha looked past you and dropped her voice to a whisper. “Then go get it!” She singed “have fun” while hurrying away.

“Wait! Don’t abandon me! Sasha!” The sound of her laughter was overrun with snow as Elias dumped an armful of snowballs over your fort. You heard Sasha squeal as Gallows chased after her. “We surrender!” you cried, finishing in a fit of laughter as you took the last second of ‘battle’ to toss snow in Elias’s face, making him sputter.

“You’re going to pay for that, little girl.” Before you could catch your breath, Elias was rolling the both of you through the snow. He laughed as you squealed when some went down the back of your coat. He finally stopped with you on top of him, breathless and nearly frozen. And yet, with how close his face was to yours and how his torso rose to meet your heaving chest, you felt quite warm. Particularly between your legs.

“Elias, I’m cold. Can we go inside and get warmed up?”

“Yeah.” He helped you to your feet. “Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“Maybe later. I was hoping… maybe, if you wanted, that you could warm me up?” Your cheeks flushed as Elias stopped dead in his tracks. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His eyes, pupils already dilating, homed in on yours.

“I think I could manage that if that’s what you really want.” You nodded your head. “I’m going to need more of an answer than that, but lets inside first.” He didn’t say another word or do anything more than hold your hand all the way to his room. Elias ran his thumb along your jawline, keeping his eyes focused on yours. “Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you into this if you’re not ready.”

“I’m sure,” you breathed. You tried again, though your voice keened more than coming out strong. “I need you.” Your heart stopped. One second. Two seconds. It restarted with the third as Elias caught you in a lip bruising kiss. It took him a few extra seconds to get the key to work, but he pulled you close before you could get to far inside. He pinned you between him and the door, capturing you in a kiss, running his fingers through your hair as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. This kiss was deeper than the several before. Like he was relearning you.

You fumbled with his layers when you finally broke apart. He helped you shed yours, dropping them haphazardly as he led you further into his room. The way his muscles rippled under your fingertips sent shivers down your spine. Elias noticed and paused holding the hem of your final shirt.

“Please.”

Then your shirt was gone and you fell onto the bed so Elias could help you wriggle out of the fuzzy tights you had worn as a final cold barrier. Instinctively you covered yourself back up. Again, Elias stopped what he was doing. You took a few seconds to breathe, then lowered your hands so he could see you. A wave of giddy warmth spread through you as Elias made a slight gasp and finally stepped out of his jeans.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “You are stunning.” He began to kiss his way down your cheekbones, down the side of your neck and pausing to suck on your pulse point, then across your collarbone. Your skin prickled in goosebumps as he kissed down into the valley of your breasts. When you arched under his ministrations he reached behind you and unclasped your bra with a little difficulty. You giggled as he cursed under his breath. Leaning up, you undid the last clasp and let him toss the offending clothing away. Heat was rising between your legs. You rubbed your thighs together for some relief as Elias kissed and sucked each of your nipples equally. Finally satisfied with their hardness, he continued his journey down your stomach and stopped just shy of the waistband of your panties.

“You don’t have to-“ you began.

“I want to,” he murmured against your skin. “And yes, I do. I’ve got to make sure you’re ready for me.” He kissed your hipbone, then curled his fingers under the band. Once you were bare, he kissed your inner thigh and spread your legs further apart. Your hair kept your fingers busy as you tried not to jolt with anticipation.

You hummed as he gave a tentative lick to your sex. Humming eased into moaning as Elias worked you open, drinking your pooling essence with delight. His hands passed up and down your thighs. Keeping you calm even as you already felt like begging for more. Your hips rolled up to meet him with rising urgency until he pinned you down. With one arm stretched across your pelvis, he eased one finger into your heat, using it to add to the pleasure. Adding a second finger, he scissored you open, curling and stroking until your breath was coming out in gasps. He began to flick his tongue over your clit as he added a third. With a few more strokes and a gentle suck, your walls clamped down on his fingers and your thighs wrapped around his head. You let out a cry of delight then sank into the sheets with a shiver.

“There she is. My beautiful Effy with her perfect voice. I’m going to make you sing all night, sweetheart, if you want.”

Panting, you raised our head to look at him between your legs. His beard was shimmering with your slick and he was smiling just about from ear to ear. You closed your eyes in bliss as he kissed your clit. “Elias,” you moaned. When you opened them he was standing and you could see the prominent bulge in the front of his briefs. You leaned up and tugged on the waistband, both begging him to take it off and to pull him closer. You leaned back on your arms with a whine as he stroked his length, wiggling your hips impatiently. He pushed them down with a chuckle.

Sweet heavens above.

He stopped again, then began to search through his jeans. He muttered, “where is it?” under his breath.

“I’m on birth control.” You caught his gaze. “Have been for a while. Wanted to be ready.”

He nodded and scooted you up the bed. He settled between your knees. “Are you still sure?”

You leaned up and whispered into his ear, “yes, now will you please fuck me already?” Elias growled and sucked on your bottom lip, easing you back into the sheets. He teased his head at your entrance until you were squirming and keening into this mouth.

“Take a deep breath,” he said. He breathed out with you as he eased his cock into you, moving it in and out a little at a time. Several deep breaths later he was fully sheathed in you. Elias’s muscles flexed as he fought to keep his hips from moving. You took three more deep gasps of air before rolling your hips.

Whatever you thought it was going to feel like, this was better.

Little sparks of pleasure shocked their way through your body as Elias began a slow pace. You watched, mesmerized, as his abs contracted and his cock disappeared and reappeared over and over. Heat and cold took turns spreading through your body. Elias caught one of your nipples in his mouth, laving over it. He grunted as you gripped his biceps and dug in your fingernails. You could feel everything building and fought to keep your eyes open.

“You feel so perfect, Effy.”

You could only sigh in response.

He began to move faster, forcing moans and cries past your lips. Skin slapping against skin mingled with Elias’s moans rumbling in his chest and your increasingly louder cries of pleasure.

“Elias, I’m –“ you came with a shout before you could finish. Elias followed soon after with a shout of his own. He gently pulled out and fell to one side of you. After a few minutes of feeling the afterglow, you felt him leave the bed and heard the sound of running water. You tried not to flinch when he pressed a warm cloth to your sex. You weren’t expecting the soreness, but you didn’t exactly dislike it either.

He spooned behind you, rubbing your stomach. “Nap and then dinner?”

You hummed. “Nap, then dinner… then ice cream for dessert so you can warm me up again?”

Elias chuckled and kissed the back of your neck, humming in agreement. You both dozed off within minutes.

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Sister in Arms Part 5: Under the White Hood

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When it is revealed that the battle to take Y/N back from Bray is more complicated than expected, Elias makes a deal that may result in him joining the Wyatt family.

Pairing: None

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: ~1300

Note: Tag lists and requests are open. Please leave me comments on what you like/dislike about the series. Without further ado, here’s part 5. Please don’t hate me.

Part 1: Know You Best 

Part 4: Gone 

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The arena pulsed with light. Crimson. Deep blues. Blinding white. Then a single white light fell on the rocking chair set up at the bottom of the ramp.

The figure sitting in the chair was wearing a white robe trimmed in decaying silver. A low laugh sounded from under the hood as fireflies began to show up in the seats.

I laughed out loud at the gasp when Bray placed his hand on my shoulder. Standing, I joined him as he led the way up the stairs with his lamp, sitting on the ropes to ease my step into the ring.

I had arrived.

Bray circled around me, spinning in glee before blowing out the lantern. I gave him the mic from my sleeve, keeping my back to the ramp and stage so I could watch him be happy in a way he had not been in a long time. His cheeks almost squeezed his eyes shut with how wide he was smiling. Lifting the mic, Bray let a giggle escape past his lips. I felt my face twitch as I suppressed a grin.

“Sister Abigail has come.”

He motioned towards me as the arena erupted with a cacophony of noises. Cheers, boos, and the frantic yelling made my blood feel alive. I remained still, basking in the welcome.

“Everything is about to change,’ Bray continued. “Nothing in the WWE will be left untouched. Power incarnate stands before you. Dissenters will fall at our feet and shudder as she passes her judgment.” He laughed and again spun, facing each wall of adoring followers. “Too long has she waited in the darkness. Her light will shine over all of the world that I hold in my hand.”

I couldn’t help but smile now. Bray had always found a way to make his childish phrases sound so promising and dangerous.

I allowed myself to smile brighter as the music of Finn Balor played through the silver and blue lights. I could feel that he forewent summoning the dramatic smoke, though he brought something… someone else.

“Bray,” Finn growled. “Where is Y/N? If you ‘ave…”

“Y/N is no more.” My voice echoed through the space, summoning silence as they all waited for me to continue. My fingers played with the edges of my hood, then flicked to remove it. “There is only me.”

Turning, I beheld Finn Balor and Elias standing side by side. My vessel was indeed powerful if she could force these men to put aside their long feud. Bray had chosen well. I kept my eyes on Finn as he struggled to fight past Elias shouting for Y/N.

“Drifter,” I said. They stilled. Listening. “Elias. I have a proposition for you.” Bray appeared to my right. Right where he should be. “Bray has told me so much about you. I have watched from the ether and seen your skill in this squared circle. The skill with your guitar and your voice. It saddens me to hear you interrupted almost every week. To hear your skills ignored and passed over. To see how your talent in the ring is overshadowed by those with less.” I licked my lips. Elias had barely blinked since I began speaking. “What would you be willing to sacrifice to have people to walk with you? To have the respect you deserve as you cleanse city after city with your music? Come to the ring if you are willing to hear this proposition.” I stepped back, mirrored by Bray.

Elias stayed still for several seconds.

Impatience boiled inside my chest until I breathed it away. I had been lost in the ether for quite some time. A few seconds would be nothing to the years.

The Drifter took a step forward. Finn threw away the mic and grabbed at him, halting his choice.

“Back off, Balor,” I said. “I will have an offer for you as well soon enough. Until then, bite your tongue. Elias has made his choice.” I held out my hand, encouraging Elias to continue forward.

They shared one last look. Balor’s face contorted in rage before he spun on his heel and left the stage. Elias stood slightly turned to hear the leader of the Balor Club walk away. When he was satisfied Balor would not come back, he made his way down the ramp and stood before the ring. His eyes searched my face, looking for any remnant of Y/N. When he found none, he joined us in the ring, motioning for me to continue.

“Join us,” I said simply. “Be the first to join this new generation of the Wyatt Family. The Eater of Worlds, Myself, and the Drifter, who would be adrift alone no longer. Who could stand against us? Like the power triumvirates of old, we can disintegrate this world to ash. Think back to Sparta, Athens, Thebes. Pompey, Crassus, and Julius Caesar. The rule of three has always been on this earth. Would you be wise enough to become one of those great men?” I held out my hand, offering Elias to take it.

Elias looked at my hand. Looked up at her face, my face. He bit his lip and turned to leave.

“Elias.”

He stopped, shoulders rippling with the clarity of her voice.

“One week. Come and see the power you could have, if only for one week.” I could feel Bray bristling behind me. “One pin in return for one week. Fight Bray.” I turned so they could see each other. “Meet Bray in this ring. Win, I never bring up this offer to you again. Lose… and join my family for one week. If at the end of that time you do not feel like your talents are being appreciated you can forgo the offer. But,” I stepped closer to him, “respect like this will be hard to give up.”

“Sister…” Bray’s voice whispered to me. My eyes flicked to his, blazing with hellfire. His temples rippled as he ground his teeth. I slowly faced Elias once more.

“Do we have a bargain?”

He nodded.

From my rocking chair, I watched the match. Bray was conflicted. I had not discussed adding family members so soon with him. He wavered between letting Elias win and following my leadership. Twice he had caught Elias to give him my kiss. Twice he had let Elias twist his way out. I knew his pride would win out in the end. As much as he wanted to keep the power between us for a little longer, he would not let himself be bested tonight.

Not that it should be difficult. Elias was distracted. He kept looking past Bray to me. But not looking at me. Looking for her.

Strength. Speed. Tricks. Both men used everything in their arsenal. Bray tipped back from the ropes, freezing Elias’s steps. Elias hesitantly kicked Bray into the ropes as Bray surged forward. It wouldn’t be long now.

I dug my nails into the wood of the armrests as Elias captured Bray for the Drift Away. His eyes caught mine again. I held his gaze, giving Elias pause enough for Bray to wriggle his way free and finally take Elias down to the mat. I was standing in the ring even before the end of the three count, helping Elias to his feet with the finishing bell.

“Abigail,” he said with a nod, squeezing my small hand in his.

“Elias.”

As soon as I felt Bray’s hand on my shoulder, the lights flickered around us and I took Elias with us out of the ring.

With each passing day, Elias grew stronger. Faster. In sync when teaming with Bray while I watched from my chair.

After a week of house shows, the drifter had embraced becoming Elias Wyatt.

Interlude: Survivor Series 

Part 6: Conspiracy  

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