Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”
When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.
Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!
“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”
Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.
You rushed to follow him.
“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“
“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“
“-done a lot of things. You still can.”
Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”
You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.
Prompt: “I love your Elias stuff!! I don’t ever see much written about him. Could you write about how he has feelings for a female superstar on the roster but acts like a jerk to hide it away? One cute encounter leads to a sexy night. BTW you’re so talented!!” [Thanks, hun!]
Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bad flirting (don’t do this), some language, SMUT
Word Count: 1810
Note: WWE Week continues with this crack-turned-smutty fic. Thank you for this request. I was looking for help with bad flirting stories and found a tip list that made my day and really made this fic. I hope you all like it. If you do please let me know, and if you have ideas of your own my requests are still open. Same goes for my tag lists. (WWE, 205 Live, individual wrestlers as listed on the masterlist, and other fandoms.) Enjoy!
It was weird, even for him. Elias had never been super talkative, though he didn’t shirk from your company either. Now he couldn’t seem to decide which one he wanted to flip on its head first. Some days he would stumble and say anything in his head to you. On others, he would leave the room when you entered. It was starting to make your head spin.
Then things got weirder. On the days he didn’t disappear, he would stare at you intently. He’d catch your eye then never let his gaze drop. His face would remain just as placid as if looking at the horizon, and he blinked. You changed up how you blinked to make sure he did.
“Elias, are you okay?” you finally asked him. “You’ve been acting differently lately.”
He bobbed his head. “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Huh?” Had you been acting differently? There was that one thing… but-
“I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it for the longest time. But now I know your secret.”
Your heart stopped. How? You leaned in close to him, attempting to keep anything he said next just between the two of you. “You do?”
He hummed. “And the more I learn about you… well.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
“Elias, how the… never mind.” You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. “If you really want to spoil it, please do it to the right people. Or if you are my friend, keep it under wraps. Please.” You shoved away from the table and left. In your haste to get away, you missed seeing him panic.
Every time you saw him after that he would wink at you. Excessively. Like he needed eye drops. When you got some for him from the medics, he threw the bottle against the wall and stomped off. He didn’t wink at you anymore. From there, he avoided looking at you at all.
You didn’t realize you’d pissed him off so much until he bumped into you. It could have been the unfortunate combination of his broad shoulders and the narrowness of the hallways. That’s what you thought. But then he weaved into your path just to bump you. And they were too frequent to be chance. It was like he was looking for you just to bump into you. He only stopped when you flattened against a wall when he came into view.
You groaned out loud when he strummed his way into one of your backstage promos. It took everything you had not to sassily ask him if he was talking to you now.
Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”
When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.
Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!
“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”
Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.
You rushed to follow him.
“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“
“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“
“-done a lot of things. You still can.”
Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”
You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.
“Need you,” he moaned, mouthing over your pulse point.
“Then take me. Whatever you need.”
You gasped as he ripped down your bottoms. He stole the small tube from your back pocket on their way down and readied you for him with his fingers. You were his. He ensured it by stroking and forcing muffled sounds out of you. All the while he kept you quiet by swallowing those sounds with bruising kisses. Your fingers gripped at his shirt desperately.
The first high made your knees buckle. He caught you, but he wasn’t finished with you yet.
Elias flipped you towards the wall and used your flexibility to bend you nearly in half. If you wanted to touch him, your only option was going to be gripping his ankles. You heard the sound of his belt, of silvery plastic ripping, then Elias’s panting as he rolled the condom down his length. A loud sigh escaped you before you caught your bottom lip between your teeth. Elias bit his own lip for a moment once he was inside you.
“If I were to ask… ask that you not cum until I say-“
“I won’t. Not until you say.” You widened your stance, steadying yourself. “Not until you say, Elias. Please.” You contracted around his length, letting him know you were ready when he was.
But he didn’t move, not at first. He seemed to be satisfied with just the feel of you. Your heated skin under his large hand as it slid up and down your spine. Your alert nerves vibrating under his touch. How you contracted when he gripped at your waist. Then it wasn’t enough. He eased out of you, groaning with the drag. The wall was cold on your shoulder blades and had to be against his palm as he did his best not to tumble over you. Soon, slow movements weren’t enough.
He quickly pulled you back on his length as he took a step back. You were brought back up to standing, then forced back to the wall. Elias spread his hand wide over your stomach under your shirt as his hips pistoned. You raked at the wall, failing to find anything that could help you maintain sanity.
Elias froze, making you whine.
“I won’t cum. I promised,” you begged.
He chuckled, then moved just as slowly as before. You heard him sigh. His lips pressed into the back of your neck. “Such a good student. Having learned me. Obeying me.” He gave you a hard thrust, making your breath stuttering. “Does the student deserve a reward?”
You licked your lips. “Only if the teacher wishes to give it.”
That must have been a good answer because Elias built back up to the faster pace. You tasted blood as the control you had on your bottom lip reached critical.
“Let me hear you,” Elias pleaded. So you let him. Every sigh. Every pant. Each tiny shout as he found that perfect place inside you. Your whimper as you reached back for him. He repaid you with his own music and his hand that came to rest over yours on the wall. Entwined.
Sparks were starting to flicker behind your eyes. But you had promised. You channeled your need for release into meeting his thrusts. Then he said those words.
“Cum for me.”
So you did.
Elias grunted as you trailed red welts into his lower back as you came. Your arm slipped from reaching back for him and fell lax at your side. Your head lolled back to his shoulder, opening up the other side of your neck to his teeth. You spilled everywhere, then more as Elias followed you.
Your legs were quaking while you struggled to pull your pants back up. Elias had to lean on the wall beside you to get his up. You twisted and fell into his chest. Your hands trailed down his chest to his belt to lace it.
He didn’t look relaxed. If anything, he looked even further upset.
“Hey,” you rested your head on his shoulder. “If I have a plan, will you hear it?” He made a non-committal noise, but that was enough. “Whether Seth gets it back at Extreme Rules or if Dolph retains, you can fight for it again. I will be there with you every step of the way. Seth is alone, so it will be all the easier. I’ve been wanting to face Drew, so I’ve got your back there. And I know you can handle Dolph. You won’t fall for his tricks like Seth did.” You laughed. “Then we pull a Shawn-Hunter and switch sometime.”
His chest rippled with a quiet chuckle.
You tilted his face towards yours. “We make ourselves. And in my eyes, you are champion material.” You trailed your finger down his nose, then stared up into his eyes. He thumbed over your bruised lip.
“I like that plan.”
“Good.”
Elias smiled. Bright and normal. “It seems the student has surpassed the teacher.”
You pouted. “Not necessarily. I’m sure there’s still a lesson to be… bettered where it concerns me being able to hold off.” You stepped back. “Can we go study?”
Of everything you had learned, that night was your favorite lesson.
Prompt: “I love your Elias stuff!! I don’t ever see much written about him. Could you write about how he has feelings for a female superstar on the roster but acts like a jerk to hide it away? One cute encounter leads to a sexy night. BTW you’re so talented!!” [Thanks, hun!]
Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bad flirting (don’t do this), some language, SMUT
Word Count: 1810
Note: WWE Week continues with this crack-turned-smutty fic. Thank you for this request. I was looking for help with bad flirting stories and found a tip list that made my day and really made this fic. I hope you all like it. If you do please let me know, and if you have ideas of your own my requests are still open. Same goes for my tag lists. (WWE, 205 Live, individual wrestlers as listed on the masterlist, and other fandoms.) Enjoy!
It was weird, even for him. Elias had never been super talkative, though he didn’t shirk from your company either. Now he couldn’t seem to decide which one he wanted to flip on its head first. Some days he would stumble and say anything in his head to you. On others, he would leave the room when you entered. It was starting to make your head spin.
Then things got weirder. On the days he didn’t disappear, he would stare at you intently. He’d catch your eye then never let his gaze drop. His face would remain just as placid as if looking at the horizon, and he blinked. You changed up how you blinked to make sure he did.
“Elias, are you okay?” you finally asked him. “You’ve been acting differently lately.”
He bobbed his head. “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Huh?” Had you been acting differently? There was that one thing… but-
“I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it for the longest time. But now I know your secret.”
Your heart stopped. How? You leaned in close to him, attempting to keep anything he said next just between the two of you. “You do?”
He hummed. “And the more I learn about you… well.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.
“Elias, how the… never mind.” You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. “If you really want to spoil it, please do it to the right people. Or if you are my friend, keep it under wraps. Please.” You shoved away from the table and left. In your haste to get away, you missed seeing him panic.
Every time you saw him after that he would wink at you. Excessively. Like he needed eye drops. When you got some for him from the medics, he threw the bottle against the wall and stomped off. He didn’t wink at you anymore. From there, he avoided looking at you at all.
You didn’t realize you’d pissed him off so much until he bumped into you. It could have been the unfortunate combination of his broad shoulders and the narrowness of the hallways. That’s what you thought. But then he weaved into your path just to bump you. And they were too frequent to be chance. It was like he was looking for you just to bump into you. He only stopped when you flattened against a wall when he came into view.
You groaned out loud when he strummed his way into one of your backstage promos. It took everything you had not to sassily ask him if he was talking to you now.
“You don’t have to glare at me like that, Dove. I just wanted to congratulate you on becoming number one contender.”
Dove? Since when did he call you Dove? It wasn’t… terrible. Just unexpected.
“Y/N?” He was looking at you like you hadn’t said anything back. Crap.
“Uh. Thank you. Yeah. Thanks.” Thankfully Charlie had other questions for you and Elias took his cue to leave. You were still confused as hell.
No more.
You couldn’t take any more of this. The weird changes in attention. Him holding your secret. How had he even found out about that? Did he hate you? What had you done to deserve that? But he had a name for you. Dove. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have given you a pet name, right?
“Elias, we need to talk.” Your knees were knocking together, but the guys sitting with him cleared out quick. Things were about to go down and they didn’t want to be in the crossfire.
“Oh?” He looked terrified. The placidity of several encounters ago had cracked.
“What the hell is wrong with you? First, you won’t shut up, then you shut me out. Crash into me. Threaten to reveal how I’m changing my gimmick-“
“You’re doing what?”
“I’m… I’m changing my gimmick. You- you said you knew my secret. I haven’t worked all the kinks out yet so I haven’t told anyone. How did you find out?”
He fell back in his chair. “I didn’t. I… it said to act vague.”
What? Was? He? Talking? About? “What said to act vague?” When he stuttered around, you sighed. “Elias, sweetie. I love you, but you’re not making any sense.”
“Wait. Do you-“
“Yes. I love you, you big jerk. If I was coming on too strong, I’m sorry. But you didn’t have to do all this. Whatever the hell ‘all this’ was. Why are you laughing? Elias!”
He wasn’t making any sound. But his shoulders were shaking. Every once and a while he would pause and take a deep breath.
“Dammit, Elias, if you don’t tell me what’s going on- what’s this?” You started to read the scrap of paper he shoved into your hands. “How to tell your crush… that you love them! In ten steps.”
Elias wiped the edges of his eyes and got his breathing under control. “There were supposed to be ten steps. But I spilled some tea on the paper before I could read them. Even then, they were confusing. Dolph was helping…”
“Dolph! Oh, honey…” you started laughing now too, “that was your first mistake. Dolph is the last man on earth you should be getting tips from.” Your legs gave out and you ended up in his lap as laughter wracked your body. Then you froze. “Dove?”
Elias swallowed, suddenly embarrassed. “I call you Dove because… well. Are you aware that you sing when you win a match?” He looked over your head with a smile. “When you won against Alexa… you stood and crowed at the sky. It… it was the most beautiful sound. Pride and accomplishment, and… just pure. Joy.”
Damn this man.
“You know, if you had started with that, you could have skipped all of this.” He was about to agree with you, but you shut him up with a long overdue kiss.
That night when you tumbled into the same hotel bed, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.
“Y/N-“
“Dove. Please.” You bit your lip and avoided his gaze until he tilted your head up. “I like it.”
If the man could have smiled any wider he would have been the sun. “Okay. Dove. Do you really want to do this? I feel like we’re both… hyped up. I don’t want to move to fast for you. Do you want dates first or-“
“Elias Samson. What do you call all those times when we ate alone in catering? The chats long into the night after a show or during the week from opposite sides of the nation. We’ve had enough of those. If you want me,” you ran your hands up under his shirt over his heated skin, “I’m right here. Wanting you. Ready for you.” He helped you help his shirt over his head. Damn, the man was built. He made the same awed noise as your clothes landed on the floor too.
His lips latched onto the hollow of your throat has his large, warm hands massaged up your spine. You melted into his touch, going limp in his arms. His buckle was a hassle in your haste. Elias leaned back so he could wriggle out of his jeans. You stood and dropped the rest of your clothes before straddling his hips again and devouring his lips. He fell back to lay on the sheets and held you on his chest as he moved further up the bed. You could feel his length as it bobbed into your stomach. It made you grip his biceps tighter and pant harder. His fingers dipped to your sex and you whined.
“Mhhm,” he hummed, breaking away for a breath. “Already so wet? When did that happen?”
You chuckled and nipped at his collarbone. “The first time I saw you. Give or take a song.”
“I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”
“You are forgiven,” you rushed. “Please, Elias-“
Bucking your hips to match, you shivered as Elias’s fingers curled and pumped into you. He tugged on your nipple with his teeth. He was just getting started, and already you were a needy mess. Each time you made a new sound, Elias would keep toying with the cause. By the time he felt he had learned you enough for now, your vision was lidded and your voice was hoarse.
Elias guided you onto his cock. You dug your nails into his chest as he held you down on the base, muttering and cursing. His legs braced up behind you, making you lean forward. The first slow stroke could only be described as beautiful. He filled you so perfectly, sounded so good growling deep in his throat, gripping your thighs with control and guidance. You continued moaning as he sped up. The air filled with the slap of his body against yours. Beneath you, his eyes bored watch every shift in your face.
Then he began to use what he learned earlier. Your walls contracted as he again latched his lips around your breast. His thumb rubbed over the spot on your hip that made your matching thrusts stutter. He pulled you down to lap over the hollow of your throat, distracting you from his hand slowly approaching your clit. You shuddered as he pressed down. His thrusts were faster, harder, now. His thumb didn’t move, just alerted you to its presence.
“What do you need, Dove? No lists, no bad help. You tell me. What do you need, Y/N?”
“You. More. Elias. More.”
He understood. He pushed you to lean slightly back, ensuring his thrusts reached deeper into you. His thumb began to search for the rhythm that made your thighs tremble and unsteady. You cried out his name as he found it. He watched you come, enraptured.
“Stunning.”
You looked down just in time to see his eyes close. His pace stuttered. You picked it up, slamming down as he came with a guttural shout. His release gave you a second mini one. You clawed down his chest, then fell forward.
Heaving together, you both tried to catch your breath. You rose each time he took a breath.
Elias stroked your hair. “So, you love me?”
You smiled against his skin. “Yes.” You whined as he slipped out of you and left the bed. The warm cloth his used to clean you up with was relaxing though. “Why didn’t you just talk to me? I could have told you that so much sooner.”
He crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over you. “I don’t know. I’m an idiot, I guess.”
You curled into his chest with a yawn. “It worked out in the end though. Despite getting lost in translation.”
Prompt: “Hey, I wondering if you were interested in doing a part 2 of the Elias fic I originally requested, ‘Learning the Ropes’? [Smut, plot, both?] Surprise me!”
Pairing: Elias Samson x TransMale!Reader
Warnings/Promises: suggestive wrestling positions, FLUFF, SMUT, Italics = Elias POV
Word Count: 1270
Note: Thanks for the request, hun! I hope you all have enjoyed this week of answered requests, and continue to send them in. I’m sorry they take a bit to do, but I’m looking for grad schools; wish me luck! Let me know if you guys have any ideas for fics, or would like to be added to any tag lists. Have fun reading!
In the three months since your first sparring lesson with Elias, you had really tightened up your move set. There had been a few more team-ups, and one or two scripted collisions backstage. The crowd’s cacophony every time your stepped out into the ring really made you feel like you the world was going in all the right ways.
The fist flying towards your face abruptly brought you back into the present. You rolled out of the way and backed up against the ropes.
“Hey, earth to Y/N?” Elias asked. His brow scrunched in worry, but you smiled brightly at him.
“Sorry. Just got lost in…” you looked off into space trying to find the words. “You. How far we’ve come. How far I’ve come. Everything feels… right. Like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be,” you sighed.
Elias nodded in agreement. “Do you need to take a break? It’s been a-“
“No. I’ve got this.”
You were working on a double finisher. It was your job to set the opponent up in the corner, then Elias would pick them up and halo powerbomb them. Between the two of you, there were a few options for the setup. The biggest problem was doing them to Elias when he knew you so well. You bit your lip in concentration as he stood in one corner waiting for your next attempt.
It was funny to watch him. Y/N was brilliant, and he had been getting much better since his arrival. Elias’s only regret was that Y/N didn’t get a chance to kick Miz’s face in before the shake-up. It didn’t show often, but Miz’s words from Y/N’s first match were still strong in his mind. It didn’t matter how many superstars he’d beaten up since then, nothing was ever enough.
When does healthy hunger cross over into unhealthy obsession?
Y/N’s eyes flickered with realization. Like watching an incandescent light bulb come to life. Elias squared his shoulders and prepared myself for the ‘attack.’ Y/N spun and feigned a roundhouse kick. Once Elias had reacted, he found himself lying on the canvas. He was hauled to his feet and guided to sit unsteadily on the top turnbuckle.
“Good. Good. I think that one is the most effective so far.” Gingerly, he slid back to his feet and braced himself against the ropes.
Y/N turned away, deep in thought. “But how early can we use it? Whoever we use this on is going to have be pretty out of it already.” Y/N growled. “It’s only going to be effective if we’ve been wrestling for twenty minutes at least.”
Never enough.
Elias let out a deep breath and pushed out of the corner. He made sure the room was empty, then slid up behind Y/N and wrapped his arms around his torso. “You know, if we train for about ten more minutes, the last of the others will have gone home.” He smirked as Y/N slightly turned his head to look at him.
“And if I say yes?”
Elias nodded.
Then tossed Y/N over his shoulder and dropped him to the canvas.
You rolled a little ways away, gasping in surprise. “You suplexed me.”
Elias grinned. “So? We’ve still got nine minutes of training to do.”
“You suplexed me!” You eased to your feet and paced the outside of the ring. Elias spun in the middle, never giving you access to his back. You ran at him, purposefully bypassing him so you could bounce off the ropes. With a sling blade, you had Elias on his back. He kicked out before you could count to three and flipped you to your back.
Oh, this could get dangerous.
Elias leaned down almost nose to nose. Y/N had confessed to being… intrigued by his eyes. All is fair in love and war, right?
Apparently, Y/N picked up on what he was trying to do and licked his lips. It was enough of a distraction for Elias to soon find himself on his back. This time Y/N counted much slower.
“One,” he breathed. “Two.”
Elias kicked out and moved to stand in a corner. Y/N huffed and was making to his feet when Elias rushed by with a clothesline. Y/N reversed it into a pin. He sat on Elias’s waist with his hands on his shoulders, grinning. This time Elias counted, matching Y/N’s smirk.
“One.” He rolled his hips, making Y/N shudder. “Two.” Another thrust. Another shudder.
Elias rolled out from under him.
“Seriously?” you gasped under your breath. As annoying as that was, the results were racing through your veins as you felt your skin flush under the training adrenaline. Your heart was pounding, and you wanted nothing more than for the locker rooms to be empty.
Elias looked off towards the doors and saw the last people leave. Before he could offer, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the ring. You had him shirtless and shoeless before you’d even made it to the locker room. He helped you out of your shirt while you unbuckled his belt. While he wriggled out of the new jeans he’d been stretching out, you fought to get out of your boots. He caught you in a kiss against the wall and worked his thumbs into the last pieces of your ring gear to get them out of the way.
He broke away with a curse and fumbled around for his wallet. You quickly grabbed the small bottle of lube from your bag. It was hard not to giggle as Elias triumphantly held up the metallic packet before working it onto his length. You pulled him closer by his hip to stand in front of you. When you reached to give his lengths a few pumps, and while Elias prepared his fingers for you, you let out a contented puff of breath.
“Y/N?” Elias’s worried voice broke through your haze. You looked up with him and hoped your eyes said everything your voice could not.
Familiar.
It felt familiar. Relaxed. Like puzzle pieces fitting together in a puzzle that had been done a hundred times before. Perfect.
Y/N leaned his head on Elias’s chest as he began to work him open. The little whimpers and sighs that come out made his cock twitch in Y/N’s hand. When they were both ready, Elias slowly eased in Y/N, watching his face as his head fell back into the wall.
His eyes were closed. Lips parted. Hands gripping his shoulders.
Adrenaline from training combusted with the awe of belonging to each other. Y/N met his thrusts. He found the rhythm that made them both see stars. He felt hot. And shivered with something more than cold. Their mix of groans and skin slapping against skin kept Elias chasing giving everything to Y/N. He watched his face contort in bliss.
Trusting. Radiant. Unbelievable. Everything.
Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.
Already you were at the precipice. Elias wasn’t far off either by the faltering of his thrusts. You dug your fingers into his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.
“I’m right here, Elias. I’m right here.”
He smashed his lips into yours, swallowing your cries as your legs flexed and blood rushed in your ears. You swallowed his cries as well as he thrust one more time and stilled. His head fell to the wall behind you, putting your shoulder just in reach for a soft kiss. Your chests met as you both heaved. It was in these moments that you loved to learn the rythm of his heartbeats. Elias managed to speak first.
“Shower?”
“Shower.”
He eased out of you then led you to the showers for was destined to become round two.
Prompt: Elias Samson/trans male reader (reader is a new addition to the roster that Elias wants to break in) or something like that?
Pairing: Elias Samson x Trans Male Wrestler Reader [italics are Elias POV]
Warnings/Promises: language, quick slow-burn angst, fluff, coming out to an SO, SMUT
Word Count: 2600
Note: I’m still learning the facets of LGBQT, so please be patient with me. If I have gotten something wrong, please send me a message so I can correct it. The reader character is a trans man who has gone through top surgery and T. I’ve also tried to keep the smut as general as possible for personal preference to terms. If I have done anything right, comments, reblogs, and likes will be greatly appreciated. As always, my requests and tag lists are open. Now please enjoy!
“Come on, Y/N, I know you can kick harder than that!” Elias took another one of your kicks to his side, grunting in pain and approval. “Much better.” He continued to be your personal punching bag.
You had just moved up to the main roster, but while NXT had taught you many things you still felt a little unprepared. Your first match had been a disaster. Afterwards, from around a corner, you had even heard Miz joke that Curt Hawkins might break his streak if he fought you. Elias stood up for you, then bumped into you on his way out of the room. Miz still doesn’t know you heard him, but since then Elias had been helping you learn what he did after he moved up from NXT. Pointing out the differences in style and promos, and helping you further develop your shtick.
“How long are we gonna do this?” you moaned. Everyone else was gone from the training center. They had left hours ago and now it was extremely dark outside. You leaned against the ropes and used them to stretch out your back, wondering what time it was.
“Until you pin me.” Elias evaded a series of hits and flipped you onto the canvas. “We’ve got all night.”
You groaned. No matter how exhausted you were going to be, you did appreciate the help. You just wished he would split up the lessons into smaller chunks! Though, you couldn’t deny you liked watching him move in the ring. The way his hair framed his face, making him look like a lion. Where’d that thought come from?
Elias cocked his head; his eyebrows twitched to meet as he caught you staring.
From your position on the canvas, you suddenly seized Elias’s arm and caught him in a triangle lock. Believable distraction, right? He attempted to lift you like Roman does when’s he’s in a lock, but you arched your back to prevent him from getting far. The arch had an unfortunate backfire though, and Elias fell on top of you.
“Sorry.” “Sorry, didn’t mean to…” You both stopped talking and froze.
How long had his eyes been that grey? Like the sky before a summer storm.
How long had his lips been that… inspiring? Bet they taste good… no! Snap out of it, Elias.
Elias cleared his throat and pulled back. He sat back on the canvas trying to breathe smoothly enough to keep his heart from pumping out of his chest. Was Y/N’s slump in his shoulders from exhaustion, or disappointment?
Elias licked his lips. “Do… do you want to keep going? Training, I mean.”Of course training. What else would he be doing with you? In the training center. In the middle of the night. Alone.
“Uh, no. I think I’m too tired to pin you tonight. Maybe tomorrow?” Y/N looked at him with bright eyes, though for a split second he thought they flickered with something.
“Sure. Let’s clean up then grab some junk food.”
He watched Y/N exit the ring and head for the locker room. He turned at the last minute and observed Elias still sitting on the canvas. “You coming?”
“Yeah.”
A week later, you were doing the same thing. You had won your match on Monday, though you wanted to work out a few things. Elias heard your worries and put them to rest by helping you move snappier and start working on thinking three steps ahead.
As you were changing out, you thought back on the workout. Were his hands bushing against you coincidence, or did the touch linger a second longer than that? Did you do the same enough to hint that you wanted more if he was even asking? At least twice you caught him staring at your lips. But to be fair, you may have missed more for getting lost in his gaze. He only had to snap his fingers in front of your face once, and you brushed it off as “strategizing,” which may not have been far from the truth.
“Welp,” Elias said, breaking through your thoughts, “I’m out. See you tomorrow… if you are going on the house show tour?”
“No, unfortunately. Kurt said I could next week, but I wanted to ask you something before accepting.” You swallowed, willing your mouth to not be dry. “Can… can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
Why was this so hard? You wanted to ask him one thing but said something else.
“Do you want to tag team for a bit? We haven’t been training together that long, but since we both have issues with Heath and Rhyno, I thought maybe… I mean… if you want to.” You waved the fumbled option away. “Never mind. Stupid. You’re busy with Miz and… just forget it.” Frustrated with yourself, you turned back to your stuff.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind some help.”
You spun back around.
“Really,” he continued. “Bo and Curtis had fun singing with me, but their allegiance is with Miz. I’ve pissed him off and racing him for the Intercontinental puts me number one on their hit list.” Elias shifted his weight and waited for your answer.
If he thought his chest was going to explode last week… he was about ready to pass out now. He couldn’t believe he just asked Y/N to help him with the Miztourage. Y/N already had a feud idea, why did he suggest another one?
Elias was so lost in his head he almost missed Y/N’s reply.
“Sure.”
He couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face. “Great. You don’t have to sing or anything, unless you want to. Honestly, I think they are going to jump me during my solo on Monday so we can plan from that.”
The strategic planning that followed made Elias feel like he was glowing from the inside out. If this went well, perhaps the team up could evolve into something more. If he was reading everything right.
Like Elias thought, Bo and Curtis were waiting in the shadows while Miz watched from the announce table. What they weren’t expecting, was for you to also be sitting in the ring. The crowd went wild as you and Elias tossed the Miztourage out of the ring. The match was changed from Elias vs. Bo to the pair of you against the pair of them. Of course, Miz got involved in the end but you were ready for him. Elias pinned Curtis while you fought off Miz and Bo, sending them both scuttling to collect their partner.
Backstage, your skin buzzed with the win. The locker room was empty, leaving plenty of space for you to allow yourself the childish moment of jumping around the room with joy.
Elias caught you midair from jumping off a bench. “You were fantastic!” He dropped you to your feet and clapped you on the back before pulling you in for a hug. A second later his lips were pressed against your forehead.
You froze in his arms.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The fear in his tag teammate’s eyes sent terrified ice through his veins. He meant to be more subtle. Meant to work up to it. The hype from the win… how close they felt.
Shit. He just ruined it.
And yet, Y/N wasn’t moving away. To be fair, neither was he.
Elias held his breath while Y/N held his. He watched as Y/N’s eyes flicked across his face. Searching.
If you didn’t move, you were going to explode.
You leaned in for a kiss, hovering just above contact.
The door burst open, making you hurriedly take several steps backwards. The Balor Club entered, said hello while grabbing their stuff, then left for the night. Neither of you had moved an inch.
You wiped your hands on your tights. “We should probably-“
“-pack up. Agreed.” Elias turned to his gym bag and packed while you turned to yours.
Earlier in the evening the two of you agreed to carpool with Sheamus and Cesaro. It had only taken ten minutes to get from the hotel to the arena before the show, but the drive back felt like it took hours. The Bar split from you at the elevator, leaving you and Elias to make the decision to split at your neighboring doors… or to pause again.
Y/N was hesitant to take the final two steps to his door. He turned back around to Elias, his eyes again searching his face for a sign in any direction. Elias leaned forward and kissed the part of his shoulder visible between the straps of his tank top and the slipping jacket. Y/N sighed in pleasure and angled his head away to give more access to his neck. Elias kissed higher up his neck. Light kisses. Slow and rhythmic to allow at any moment the chance to evade or lean in closer. Y/N leaned forward, lips parted ever so slightly making Elias’s heart pump blood faster.
Elias kissed Y/N on the cheek and hovered over his lips. “Do you want to come inside?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Elias’s stomach did a flip. He hastily searched his pockets for the room key, barely making it into the slot before he was kissing Y/N again and ushering him into the room. How he kept his hands on his bags all the way to the bed he’ll never know. Once the edge of the bed hit the sides of their knees, every thought slipped away into one: “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.”
His hands began to roam his body. He teased the bottom edges of the tank top, but Y/N helped his shirt off first. His fingertips were cold brushing across his chest, making Elias gasp. Again, he teased at Y/N’s shirt, but his hands were suddenly pushed away and Y/N scooted backward.
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I should have told you. I… oh.” Y/N’s eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but at Elias.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Elias murmured. “If you’re not ready or if you don’t want this-“
“I do want this,” Y/N stammered. “It’s just…”
“You can tell me. Take your time.” Elias could see the wheels turning in his head, and sat back to wait patiently.
“I… I’m trans,” he blurted.
If Elias could take the moment back, he would. The confused shake of his head filled Y/N’s face with panic. He had to admit, he wasn’t expecting that. But did it really change anything? It was still Y/N. Same smile, same way he moved in the ring. Labels weren’t going to change the love he felt.
Love.
There it was. Already?
Elias inhaled deeply through his nose and gathered his thoughts.
“You are still a man.” He scooted forward and cupped his hands under Y/N’s elbows. “My man, if you’ll have me.” He watched Y/N’s face, which was still bordering on leaving broken. Elias took another quick breath. “Tell me what to do. Show me what you need.” He backed off and held out his hand to Y/N, holding it steady for if he wanted to take it. Elias held back a sigh of relief when their hands were clasped; he gave a Y/N a slight tug to pull him closer. He rubbed his thumb across the back of his hand. “Hey, I may still be learning the ropes at this but I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel good. Okay?”
His face read as sincere. He also seemed just as nervous as you. With a nod and a second’s hesitation, you pulled off your shirt and let it join the growing pile of clothes on the ground. Elias lightly traced the scars on your chest with his fingertips. His touch continued to roam; one hand went up to play along the edge of your collarbone, the other dipped to trace down your stomach and come to rest on your waist. Your eyes shut as Elias once again kissed across your cheekbones to your lips, meeting them like matching puzzle pieces.
“Tell me,” he murmured, “what do I do?”
You wanted to stay like this forever, but at the same time, your body yearned for more. “Do you have lube?”
“Mhhm.” Elias broke away and went to search his bag. “Condom?” he asked.
“Yes, please.” You removed the rest of your clothing and sat back down on the bed, hiding yourself and suddenly unsure again.
Seeing you naked, Elias followed suit. His length was ready and the tip glistened slightly with precum. He gave it a few pumps while you watched before opening the little silver packet and slipping on the condom. When he came back to the bed, you were finding it hard to remove your hand from your lap. He took it, and watching your face or any sign to stop, lifted it away.
“You’re perfect.”
Slowly he laid you back, towering over you and waiting for your request. The dance that followed was like moving with him in the ring. He followed your sounds and how you leaned into his touch to know what to do. While your fingers curled themselves in his hair, his lips again latched onto yours. His tongue gained entry while his warm hands moved down your body. You heard the click of the tube, then felt the slightly cold sensation of Elias teasing his finger at your hole. He moved slowly, waiting for each moan and sigh of encouragement before moving.
When you were open and wet enough to both of your satisfaction, Elias hooked his arms under your legs and tilted you back further so he could begin to sink into you. Centimeters at a time, and inches per breath he filled you until there was nothing else he could do but move. Even then, he waited. In a bit of an epiphany, you thought about how you should have known he would be this patient. It takes forever to learn guitar and even longer to compose.
“Elias,” you whined, “please.”
You rocked to start the rhythm. Elias moved with you, twisting and angling to find the best places that made you call out. The hand formally holding him up hovered in front of your face as he offered you two fingers. You opened your mouth and accepted them on your tongue. You laved your tongue around them while the heat intensified in your veins. Pulling his fingers away, he sucked on his thumb, then gently wrapped them around your cock. You arched off the bed. The drag of him, the fullness he gave you, and the sound of him rumbling in pleasure, pleasure he was achieving with you, sent you careening over the edge. The sound of your voice calling his name was washed out with blinding sensations as he kept moving. His rhythm tumbled apart as he chanted your name. Your vision flashed again, then both of you fell still.
Elias nearly collapsed on top of you, not that you would have minded the weight. His heaving chest bumped into yours as you fought to catch your breath. The air chilled you when he left to dispose of the condom. It was only seconds, but you were almost asleep before he came back and pulled the covers over the two of you. He gave you one last peck on the lips, then your consciousness faded away.
Y/N was asleep long before he was. Elias couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect he looked curled into his chest. It made him smile as he nuzzled closer for warmth.
Waking up to Y/N was going to be the best morning of his life.
Note: Needed to write this. Let me know what you thought and how ringing the new year went for you and your family. Enjoy!
It was time for another New Year’s party hosted by Maryse and Miz. They were fantastic hosts, but due to the schedule this year, the party was happening a little late since everyone had to perform. They had a beautiful house that was always stocked with every snack and beverage, virgin or alcoholic, that could ever be asked for.
You stepped in through their front door and took a deep breath. It always smelled good too. Homey. Elias took your jacket and hung it with the others. You surveyed the room, looking for a group to join. Elias caught your hand while you were looking.
“Let me know if you need anything, okay? Anything.” He waited for you to nod yes, then kissed your forehead. You melted into it and felt the weight of several weeks’ worth of stress ease off your shoulders. Satisfied with the energy he gave you, you split up to enjoy the evening.
As the night progressed, you found yourself drifting from group to group. Each conversation was shorter the more you drifted. You began to repeat questions between groups. Sometimes your doubled up and realized with a start what you’d done.
The table of sweets was set up to one side. You snagged a cookie and took a bite. The rest you left in one of the plethora of bins around the room. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked for more people to celebrate the new year with.
But you’d already talked to everyone. Well, everyone you wanted to talk too. In hindsight, that list was pretty short. But you had branched out more than you thought you would. Because those people were standing with the people you wanted to talk to.
Did you really have so few connections?
Your eyes darted around the room. Under your skin numbness and static electricity bubbled all at once. Somewhere someone laughed. High pitched. You thought it was Bayley. Maybe Maryse. Another shiver ran down your spine.
Elias looked at you from the group of guys he was chatting with. “Could you guys excuse me?” He didn’t wait for their reply before walking over to you and taking your hands in his. They were always so warm. “Y/N?” He tilted your face to look into his, capturing your gaze from wandering around.
“I’m fine, it’s just…. There’s not that many people. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Your chest felt tight. The tops of your cheeks under your eyes hurt with a building pressure.
“Do you want me to play? Impromptu concert? No one will object.”
“No. Everybody always looks at me when you play.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “I don’t mean… I’m sorry. I’m being irrational.”
“No. You’re not.” He gripped your shoulders as you shivered. Within seconds he had found your jacket. “Do you want to go out on the porch for some air?”
You looked for the porch, but it was on the other side of the room with everyone between you and there. “No. I-“ the words died on your lips. Your eyes darted around again. You dug your nails into your palms and tried to focus.
Elias took your hand and gently lead you into a quiet hallway. He hugged you close. Tight enough to ground you. Loose enough to give you room to breath or heave or choose between the two. His hands ran up and down your back. With time, your breathing evened out and your eyes closed in bliss. His even breathing rose up to meet your face, pushing his beard up to tickle your nose. Playfully you blew at it until he placed his head on top of yours with a chuckle. His grip didn’t falter. It wouldn’t until you moved first.
“Thank you,” you mumbled into his chest. You gripped the fabric of his shirt in your hands.
“Anytime.”
Elias slowly began to rock back and forth. It felt like something between a waltz and being lulled to sleep. The melody he began to hum into your hair did not help the query.
“What time is it?” you asked.
Elias shifted to look at his watch. “Eleven thirty.”
You nodded. “We should go back.”
“Are you ready?” When you didn’t move your feet, Elias gave you a gentle squeeze. “We’ve got time. All the time in the world.” He chuckled. “If Becky were here she would say ‘all the time in the year.’” His chest puffed with a bit of pride when you giggled.
Any other time you would have felt the seconds tick by in your chest.
Tonight, time stood still.
Eventually, finally, ultimately, you could hear the sounds of the party growing restless as midnight approached. Tomorrow may actually be the sixth of the month, but nobody cared. A Champaign bottle popped. Crystalline glasses clinked. Thank you’s were exchanged for the glasses.
“I’m ready,” you said, stepping back a little. Elias’s arms were still around you, one stayed on your waist as you rejoined the party. You both took the glass handed to you.
“Ten… nine… eight… seven…”
“Six… five… four,” you joined in.
“Three… two… one. Happy New Year!” People went around the room, toasting each other and taking sips of the bubbly beverage. It tickled your nose. When only the dregs remained, Elias took your glass and set it down.
“Happy new year, Y/N.”
“Happy new year, Elias. Thank you… for… yeah.”
“I’ll never let you go, Y/N. I promise.”
You melted into his embrace with a deep sigh as the sounds of celebration rose to a crescendo.
Dom Drabble Collection: A series of requests for ‘some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom’ Roman Reigns, Jeff Hardy, Baron Corbin, Pete Dunn, Aleister Black
Sister in Arms: Finn can’t seem to shake the effects of his feud with Bray Wyatt, so an old friend comes to help. Then Y/N finds herself battling on two fronts: in the ring and in her mind. [Series Masterlist]
At Any Cost: Weeks of interruptions from either side led the reader and Elias to the Elimination Chamber. Not only is a Wrestlemania moment up for grabs, but also the chance to prove who is the better wrestler and the better man. [Series Masterlist]
Finn Balor NSFW Alphabet: A unique version of the NSFW Alphabet to the differences between Finn and Balor and their relationship with the reader. [Series Masterlist] (In Process)
Family Found: When Y/N joins the journalism crew of WWE, she is trying to make a name for herself. Then her missing past begins to catch up to her, and she finds herself capable of filling a void she never thought could be filled again. [Series Masterlist] (In Process)
Marvel/WWE Crossover: New tech in the rooms gives the reader the chance to meet her heroes. Almost Real
Prompt: “I just can’t help but to see Elias with a “thick” woman I’m Samoan so I’m big and I don’t see many fics with bigger girls. Maybe something like she’s nervous to do it with him for the first time or she broke his rule about fingering herself (because lord his fingers!!) And he helps her and after he lays on her and she combs his hair and tells her how much he loves her? I’m really awkward at requesting sorry 😂 *can the reader also be a wrestler?*”
Pairing: Elias Samson x PlusSized!Reader, Elias x Samoan!Reader
Warnings/Promises: fat-shaming, the whole fanfiction trinity: Angst, Fluff, and SMUT, oral (female receiving), Elias’s fingers (should be a warning, right?)
Word Count: ~2700
Note: I’m sorry this took so long to write. I was really trying to get it just right and I hope you like it anon! Also, I don’t really know much about Mandy Rose yet, but her voice felt right for this. If you all enjoyed it please let me know with likes, reblogs, and comments. My tag lists are open, and so are requests. I’m home for the holidays, so if you’ve got an idea now is the perfect time to send it in. Now please enjoy!
Mandy Rose smiled sticky sweet at you as she stepped into the ring, alone. Kurt Angle muttered something under his breath; he backed away from your interrupted conversation and the trouble that was doomed to explode eventually. “Y/N, you think you are the reason that people keep up with the women’s division? Oh, honey. Ask anyone of them and they will tell you who they came to see: Absolution, led by the creator of the-“
“Imma stop you right there.” You had heard enough. Fast as lightning you snatched her microphone and tossed it over your shoulder. “Mandy, I’ve seen your abilities in the ring. They are good. They have to be for you to have gotten this far and I applaud you. But not you, nor your friend Paige, are the creator of anything.” You paused as the crowd agreed with you. “Women have been making waves in the WWE since before you were even an idea. Mae Young. Chyna. Trish Status. Aj Lee. Legends, every single one of them. Legends I grew up watching. You probably did too. Your rings skills are good, but they are not legendary, and this ‘Revolution’ thing you keep harping on… it is the result of generations of women wrestlers before you. So show some respect and shut your mouth.”
The crowd was so loud you barely heard what Mandy spat back, but once you caught on to what she was saying, you felt like a little girl in an empty arena.
“Yeah, and all that history has lead up to your fat ass standing in the ring. You don’t belong here. Why don’t you take several visits to the gym before you talk to me like that again?”
While the arena couldn’t hear her, Kurt did and separated you. He set a match between you for later that night, but you barely heard him as Mandy repeated what she said, though staying out of mic range. She cackled triumphantly when she could see the words sinking in. There were a couple of matches until then, and you spent that time trying to get her words out of your head. But as the bell rang, all of your efforts sputtered out as she continued her verbal attack.
“How does Elias even look at you? I know he’s a big man, but do his fingertips touch when he hugs you? Or does he have to squeeze?”
You used her words to fuel your energy, sending her repeatedly to the mat.
“One more question: does he kiss you in the dark?”
With a furious scream, you dug your fingers into her scalp and sent her hurtling across the ring. She bounced off the post back to where you could pin her. As the referee called ‘three’ she chuckled. You won the match, but she won the war.
You left the ring quickly and made your way backstage to a lesser-used screen. Elias still had a match, and even though you were feeling broken you wanted to be there for him no matter the outcome of his match.
How can he even look at you?
You shook Mandy’s voice out of your head and focused on Elias’s playing. He was interrupted oddly enough by Curt Hawkins. Two minutes later he had beaten Curt Hawkins. Which meant he was soon to be on his way to you. All muscle and pride and probably humming something sinful.
You couldn’t let him find you.
Do his fingertips touch when he hugs you?
You scrambled to your locker room and locked the door, then slid down it to sit on the floor.
Or does he have to squeeze?
Thunderous knocking made you jump with a squeak. You clapped your hand over your mouth as Elias continued to knock on your door, though less loudly.
“Y/N? Are you in there? Can I come in?” The door creaked as he leaned closer almost as if he could sense you through it. “I have some melodies I want to run by you,” he rumbled. Melodies was his codeword for the way he would hum into your pussy while pinning you to whatever flat surface was handy. Elias hummed in confusion when you kept silent and walked off to look for you, even as you sat on your floor rubbing your thighs together.
He had a rule against it, being incredibly jealous of fulfilling your desires, but his damn voice was too much. And it was all you would allow yourself to have: his voice. You slipped your fingers under the waistbands of your layers and replaced Mandy’s words seared into your brain with pleasure. Then the crescendo replaced everything. His voice. Her words. Your fear. You let out a soft cry as your mind felt blissfully empty.
The hard door bit into your shoulder blades as you fought towards breathing evenly before you would head out. You changed out and focused on appearing as normal as ever: tired after your match and ready for sleep. Which was not unusual. Nothing on your mind, nothing bothering you, just tired. Normal. You said goodbye to people on your way out and heard from a few that Elias was still roaming the arena annoying Balor with music. You chuckled. You would be long asleep at the hotel before he came back.
That was the plan anyway.
When you dropped your bags on the floor of your shared hotel room, the light over the corner chair clicked on, revealing a calm and collected Elias.
“What happened to you?” Elias’ eyebrows scrunched together with worry. “I couldn’t find you. Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere.” You avoided his gaze by unpacking. “I watched your match on that back screen, then changed out, then… just normal things. Why, where’d you go?”
“I talked to Kurt Angle. And then to the ref from your match.”
You felt your throat constrict around the words you tried to form. “Oh.”
“And then when I doubled back to your locker room, I heard something that is usually for my ears only. Do you want to talk about it?”
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. Don’t. Please, don’t. You don’t belong here. “Elias, I… no. I really don’t want to talk about it.”
Elias walked over to stand just within reach. “But you need to?” He hummed. “Y/N, what’s on your mind? You can tell me.” He grazed his fingers down your arm making you shiver with a cacophony of emotions.
Or does he have to squeeze?
You stepped back and grabbed your bathroom things and your sleeping clothes. The lump in your throat was making it hard to breathe, but you fought to hide it all. “I’m just tired. But I’ll see you in the morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. And ready for whatever you want for breaking your rule.”
Elias caught your arm before you could escape. “The rule isn’t to …come here,” he said gently. You let him pull you sit on the bed next to him. “The rule isn’t a law that must never be broken just because I said so. It’s to make sure you know how much you are loved. You don’t have to obey it just to keep me… satisfied. I’m happy if you’re happy.”
“But how could you be happy with me? I’m… I’ve got more rolls… my power comes from throwing my weight at people. Not muscle. Not skill. What do you see in me?” The lump in your throat finally choked you and you gasped. Your knuckles lightened as you clasped your hands in your lap. Elias softly placed his hand on top.
“I see the beautiful woman that I love in heart, soul, mind, and body. A woman who has more talent than half the roster, and one I am always excited to see compete, whether it’s on the screen or from fighting by her side. Y/N, you are both graceful and powerful when you move. In the ring and out.” He reached up and pushed a curl behind your ear. “Tell me, what do you need?”
“Just hold me.” You made no movement to move closer to him, but Elias wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled your head to rest on his shoulder. Once your breathing came easier, you nuzzled your cheek against his nose. He kissed your forehead and down your face to your lips, pressing harder and harder until you turned to twist your fingers in his hair and returned the kiss. He helped you wriggle up the bed so you could lay back on the cushions with his arms still around you and your head tucked under his. Your head rested against his chest in prime position to feel it rumble as Elias began to hum.
It was calming. The tune easily replaced the thoughts in your head, but also sparked something else.
The humming stopped as Elias felt you tense. “What is it?”
You licked your lips to stall for time. “Is… is that one of those melodies you wanted me to hear?”
Elias chuckled. “Yes. Do you want to hear them now or stay like this?”
With each passing second, you could feel your anxieties creeping back up to the surface. “Now,” you rushed, “please.” You fumbled with his shirt and then the buckle on his jeans, desperate to win the race for your confidence. He helped you strip down until you were just in your bra and panties, though they didn’t last long either once he began to kiss his way down your body. He tossed your bra to the floor with the rest of the clothes and kneaded your ample breasts. Inch by inch, he kissed down between your breasts, over your stomach, over your curves, down to one side where his beard scratched against the inside of your thigh. You whimpered as he continued to avoid your sex. His fingers danced around the edges of the fabric and then eased your panties down, following them down your leg with soft kisses. By the time he worked back up your other leg to your hip, you were contorting trying to feel him where you needed him.
He nipped at your hip, then hummed deeply into your sex. You bucked off the bed and moaned. Elias spread his hands across your hips to hold you in place as he kissed and sucked and licked and hummed into your pussy. You fought to keep quiet so you could hear the way he growled when your thighs tightened around his head. Elias chuckled and leaned up, making you whine at the loss.
“Oh, no. I want to hear you.” He again ran his beard across the inside of your thighs and murmured, “every sigh and cry; it’s all beautiful, so give it to me.” He caught your eye one more time, your arousal glistening in his beard, then he went back to pulling every possible sound of pleasure from your lips.
When he was satisfied you were no longer holding back, he began to use his fingers.
Years of practicing the guitar and wrestling had created some rough calluses. Often, they caught on your sweaters and pulled on the fabric of your nicer clothes. Yet they were one of the best tools in his repertoire. Coated in your arousal, each one heightened the pleasure brought on by perfectly experienced fingers. Combined with the continued humming and borderline singing into your heat you were ready to tip over the edge within minutes.
Your thighs shook and shivered, and you buried your fingers in his hair tugging him closer. Elias took your signals and sped up his efforts, curling into just the right spots to make you see phosphenes behind your eyelids. Elias moaned one more time and then sucked down hard on your clit. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, but he leaned up to watch the euphoria send ripples across your body and see your face relax into a bright blissful smile.
Lost to the world, you barely felt him move up the bed to lay at your side. His fingers sucked clean of your essence, danced across your collarbone until you found enough energy to tilt your face towards him. You felt drowsy, but with a slight movement of your leg, you could feel his arousal still confined in his boxer briefs. His ministrations to your collarbone stilled as you reached down and feathered across his clothed length. He shimmed them down his legs. You readied to spread your legs for him to slot between but gasped when he pulled you up to sit on his stomach.
“Wha-“
“Do you trust me?” Elias’s eyes glinted with pupil-blown lust.
He waited until you nodded, then guided you slide back and forth on his length trapped between your bodies. Every once in a while, you shuddered as your clit hit the curve of an ab or the tip of his cock. You were about ready to collapse onto his chest before he grasped your hips and guided his length to your entrance. He eased you up and down, thrusting his hips gently until you took control and sank the rest of the way with a sigh. You wanted to feel the burn of him, but he held you down until your walls fluttered with impatience.
“Please, Elias,” you groaned, digging your nails into his pecs.
Elias let out a shuddered breath and gripped you tighter. “Don’t play with me, ‘cause you’re playing with fire, sweetheart.” He smirked as you froze, then raised you up so he could snap his hips to meet yours. Over and over again, he found different places that made you cry out his name. “That’s right. But you know what’s even better than knowing you’re mine?” He held you down as your orgasm simmered under the surface. “I want you to say it after me. ‘I am beautiful.’”
“I… I am beautiful,” you stuttered. Desperately you circled your hips to steal some relief.
Elias didn’t stop you but gave you a few more thrusts before pausing again. “Now: ‘I am talented.’”
“I am talented.” You gasped as Elias reached up and tweaked your nipples.
“One more,” he said, continuing to play with your breasts. “’I am loved.’”
Your chest felt tight and it was hard to breathe with your release sitting just out of reach. “I… oh, Elias.” He still had one strong hand on your waist and was going to tease you until you finished the statement. “I am… loved.”
You cried out as he dropped his hand to thumb circles into your clit. You fell forward enough to have to brace yourself on his chest, giving Elias more room to bring you to a toe-curling climax. He followed soon after your walls clamped down on him, drawing out pleased moans from both of you.
Elias cleaned you up a few moments later. He sprawled out on the bed in his favorite position: his head on your stomach with his hair draping over you so you could run your fingers through it. You almost fell asleep doing just that, like you had many times before, but his voice broke through your post-sex haze.
“I love you, Y/N. You are perfect as you are. Talented and beautiful and brilliant. We can do this every night until you believe me if you want. Please promise that you won’t hide away from me again?” When you didn’t answer immediately, he reached up and caught your hand.
You gave it a squeeze. “I promise, though I might need frequent reminders.” He released you so you could continue. It didn’t take long before your eyelids grew heavy again. You almost missed it, but you heard Elias humming the melody from earlier. It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.
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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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.
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