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 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.
Elias and the reader used to be tag teammates, but now she’s teamed up with Finn Balor. After a particularly grueling match, Elias confronts her and makes good on an old promise.
Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader (Y/N), Reader tag teamed with Finn Balor [no Elias x Balor, despite the suggestive gifs]
Warnings/Promises: ring violence, angst, SMUT, choking
Word Count: 2560
Note: I don’t know why I’ve been writing so much angst lately. Must be stress. Anyways, here is something that I couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote it, and it’s taken four months to do so. I’m trying to work on writing fights without writing blow-by-blows, being more emotional than technical. Let me know what you think of it with comments, likes, and reblogs. My tag lists are open, and so are my requests. (Please send me requests. I love a challenge!) Enjoy!
You forced a smile as Finn’s music started. He shot you a too-sweet before descending the ramp; you did not reciprocate.
“Are you feeling nervous, Y/N?” Cole asked. He adjusted his headphones while you fidgeted with the chord on yours. “You worried Elias and Finn are going to rip each other apart for you?”
“Finn and Elias had a long history of hating each other way before I got here, Cole. Don’t sweep that under the rug fishing for headlines.”
Yes, you were worried. You and Elias had been the perfect team, everyone’s favorite. Behind the camera, though, cracks turned into gaping fissures. Small tiffs became raging battles that had to be shushed by techies so other promos could be filmed backstage. Then one week you didn’t go out with Elias. You didn’t sing with him. You didn’t show up until Finn emerged through the smoke to fight his old-time rival. You were there the next week when the Demon King made an appearance and pledged your loyalty by pinning an old friend. You had barely spoken to Elias since.
“I’m sure you were glad to escape Elias’s droning and terrible guitar playing,” Corey added.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
The bell rang as the match started. You made the usual snide comments about Elias’s spontaneity. He never did have a plan for a match. “Just hit them and go. If I see a weakness, I use it,” he used to tell you. You said as much from the stage.
“Guess he didn’t see Finn using you against him, did he? Oh! Strong drive-by from Finn.”
You didn’t say much more as you waited for Finn’s queue. Finn ran around the ring and launched his boots at Elias. When his body bounced off the barricade, you failed to hide a flinch. Finn caught your eye and nodded, then tossed Elias’s body back into the ring. You let the headphones clatter to the floor and then walked down to wait at ringside while Finn finished pinning Elias.
Only Elias arched out.
You stepped back as Elias rolled out of the ring and landed at your feet. It took him a second to stumble up and tower over you. Your lungs failed to find air as he reeled back, surprised to see you. You let your hands clench into fists instead of crying out as Finn reached down and grabbed Elias by his hair. Finn dragged him onto the apron with a growl and continued his assault.
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.
That split second of eye contact shouldn’t have been enough to freeze you, but it was.
The cheers following the pin brought you back into the moment. Finn still won, and he was waiting for you. You rolled your shoulders back and joined him in the ring. Once again Elias was at your feet, but you kept your face bereft of emotion. Honestly though, if Elias had opened his eyes to blink you wouldn’t have been able to join Finn in the post-match destruction. With each stomp and kick, the tension eased out of your shoulders. But it never fully went away and your strikes fell softer than when you first began.
Finn pulled you back and walked you to the stage through the boos. Strong Balor Club or not, no one liked a traitor. He held your hand up with his, then kissed it before leading you backstage. You walked in silence for a minute or two; Finn kept looking at you from the corner of his eye. You stopped walking when he did.
“You held back.”
“I’m sorry. I just… it won’t happen again.”
“It’s okay, Y/N. I know how much he used to mean to you. Take your time.” Finn gave your hand a soft squeeze. He looked hurt when you flinched at the kind gesture. He left you alone in your thoughts to change out, promising to catch you after the show.
You moved to one side of the hallway and sat down on a crate. How had everything gone wrong? How did living the dream with the man who helped you reach them turn into… this? A tear hit your leg, alerting you to your inward battle rising to the surface. You quickly wiped it away and hopped of the crate. If you needed to cry it would have to wait until you got back to the hotel.
In your rush to make it to your dressing room, you ran into the last person you wanted to see.
“Wanted to give me one last bruise, Y/N?” Elias glared down at you.
“Please, not now, Elias.” You tried to maneuver around him, but he blocked your path.
“That was always the problem, wasn’t it? ‘Now’ was never when you wanted to talk. Has Finn figured it out yet, or does he just give you space?”
Anger bloomed in your chest, burning your blood from your heart to your fingertips. “Lay off. You lost the fight tonight, get over it. You’re good at that.” You were successful in getting past him, but he followed you.
“What do you see in Finn? What did he offer you to convince you to take these actions? You used to be able to think for yourself, Y/N.”
When you continued to ignore him, he grabbed your wrist and held on even as you dragged him down the hallway. Two more doors.
“Does he love you better than I did? Does he hear your different sighs and groans and know where to suck, your favorite rhythm, where to touch you?”
You twisted around with fire in your eyes. “I haven’t loved anyone since I stopped loving you!” Your voice dropped into a sigh as the fire fueling the fight puttered out. “What happened to us?” you asked more to yourself than to him. You slumped against the wall as Elias released you. His shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. For everything. Any thoughts I have about us are blinding. I can’t seem to shut them up except with screaming at you.”
Elias nodded in agreement. “I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”
He met your gaze as your head snapped up. “Hurt me? I… I was the one that… that left. There is nothing I could forgive you for except you being yourself.”
This conversation was going nowhere. Just the same debate you’d imagined having with him that always ended in silence when neither of you could find any more words. You turned to walk away. His fingertips grazed against your shoulder, making you freeze.
You were already in pain. What was a little more?
“You still haven’t written a song about me. I keep waiting for the melodious insults to come, but it’s been weeks.”
“I can never seem to find the words.” Elias chuckled, “I have a hundred tunes, but never the words. Never did when it came to you. You are a difficult woman to describe, Y/N.”
“Sometimes I don’t need to be described. I just need to be listened to.” Your chest began to heat up again, but you swallowed it. “You never seemed to hear me. ‘Now’ or otherwise. So, I stopped trying. Was it a mistake?”
Elias looked away, lost in thought. “No. I made the mistake. I just hope that you can forgive me one day, whether you think I’m in the wrong or no.” He ghosted his thumb across your cheekbone. You found yourself leaning into his touch.
How had you never noticed how much you missed it?
“What I wouldn’t give to be yours again,” he whispered. He started to pull his hand away, but you weren’t done rediscovering his warmth. You grabbed his wrist, surprising him. Surprise turned into a dark smile as you guided his fingers to wrap around your throat. A mangled gasp fell from your lips as he gripped harder and shoved you back into the wall.
“I’m going to fuck away any memory of the way Finn ever touched you.”
You tumbled back into your dressing room and locked the door with Elias pinned to it. He flipped you around and sucked harshly on your neck. His hands flew across your body, tugging and pulling at the fabric you wore until it was a heap on the floor. He nibbled across your collarbone as you frantically did the same to his gear. When you were naked he pinned you to the door with one hand on your throat and the other bruisingly tight on your hip. You clawed at his chest, making him growl while you gasped under his grip. He traced his finger on your lower stomach just above your heat.
“I wonder if I could make you cum without touching you more than this. Are you desperate enough for me that you would?” His eyes glowed with the threat, and he eased off on your neck so you could answer.
You wobbled against the door. “Perhaps. But are you that patient tonight?” You held his gaze.
“No.”
Elias cupped your sex and hummed at the wetness he found there. He shoved two fingers into your folds, curling them in ways that made your hips buck down to meet him and your hands to claw at his shoulders. He sucked on your neck, timing nibbling on your sweet spot with thumbing at your clit. You whimpered and bit your lip. Elias nipped his way up to your ear.
“Come on, Y/N. Let me hear you. Let everyone hear you. Let them hear how good I make you feel. How well I understand your pleasure. How much you are mine.”
He sped up his efforts. You cried out, moaning and gasping with each curl of his guitar-worn fingers. Your legs began to quake. Elias wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you. He sucked what was sure to become a dark mark into your shoulder as you tumbled over the edge. He kissed over your closed eyelids, but didn’t give you much time to recover before he was moving.
All of your gear on the desk fell to the floor as he swept it away. He laid you on your back and stood between your legs. From your position and under your half-closed eyelids you could just see his length raised against his stomach. He gave it a few pumps under your gaze, fingers still coated with your slick. You panted, waiting for him to sink into you. But he rotated his hips, running his cock through your lips, coating it even more in you and playing with your clit. You clenched around nothing.
“Elias,” you whimpered, “please. Don’t make me beg. Not tonight.” You hissed as he gripped your breast and pinched your stiff nipple. You tried to lean down to guide his cock yourself but found it difficult to move as Elias flipped you to your stomach and pinned your hands to your back with one hand. The rumble in his chest vibrated against your shoulder blades. You sighed. “Elias,” you whined louder than you meant to. He chuckled into your ear. You screamed out his name as he thrust into you, sheathing himself fully in one breath.
“Always love hearing you scream on my cock,” he said. He soothingly rubbed the side of your thigh while you adjusted. You moved when you were ready, pushing back into him. Elias met your movements.
Your dressing room filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass, Elias’s grunts, and your sharp sighs of pleasure. He pulled you closer to him so your feet touched the ground instead of dangling a few inches. He released your wrists so he could grip your hips with both hands. A shiver ran through you, signaling how close you were. Your throat was sore, but you mewled with each thrust anyway.
“Elias, baby. Right there. Please. So close.”
He grunted in answer and flipped you back onto your back. He pulled one of your ankles to rest on his shoulder and reached down to wrap his hand around your throat. You placed your hand on his wrist, guiding him to grip harder. He put pressure on the sides, holding there and feeling how your walls contracted further around him. Your vision darkened around the edges, but your mouth kept moving with a rumble of broken thoughts. His name fell from your lips in varying pitches like a song only he could make you sing. Elias groaned above you. His thrusts began to lose their rhythm, but that left room for him to make them more forceful. He twisted and thrust into your g-spot. Your hand loosened on his wrist and he let go, filling your brain with oxygen and blinding you with the sensations that had faded. Elias followed you with a guttural shout. Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you felt Elias fall onto you. He braced himself on the desk so as not to crush you, but you could still feel his chest heaving into yours.
Then the reality of your situation hit you like a ton of bricks.
Now what?
Elias leaned up when you tensed, looking down at your face in confusion. He sighed in realization then ran a hand over his face.
“I want this,” he said. “And I don’t just mean… this.” He gestured at where you two were still locked together. He eased out, rubbing your side. He lifted you and sat you on the couch in the corner, then grabbed a towel to clean you up. You ran your hand through his hair. He moved so gently around your sensitivity, so different from the roughness of the past several minutes.
“What do we do?” Your voice was raspy. Elias handed you a water bottle from your bag and waited for you to continue. “What do I tell Finn? He’s not going to take this well.” You shifted over to give Elias room to sit next to you.
“What if you don’t tell him anything?”
“What?” You turned to look at him. He was deep in thought.
“We both know you joined Balor of your free will. If you keep doing what you’re doing, he’s going to trust you. Fall for you, like I did. Then when he wins his Universal championship back…” He looked down at you and grinned. “Any input?”
“What if he wants me to fight you again?”
“I can take it. Just make it look real, okay? Then… honestly, I don’t know. But we can both-“
“Benefit from this,” you finished. It was an idea. “But what does that make me? A woman who can’t make up her mind?” Elias didn’t have an answer for that. You ran over the situation in your head. You latched onto a fragment of thought, your mouth moving before you could develop it further. “Unless I never changed my mind in the first place.” You took a deep breath. “Are we really doing this?”
Elias kissed the side of your head. “Yes, if you want to. More listening-“
“From both sides.”
“And more collaboration.” He laughed and pulled you to sit in his lap. “And more of this too. Not just the sex. But bouncing ideas off each other.”
“But the sex too.” You ran your nose across his cheekbone. “Balor’s not going to know what hit him.”
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.
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!
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.
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As you struggled to slide the card into the door slot, you felt Elias bump up behind you, a wall of warmth and muscle clothed in his suit shirt, suit jacket long lost. You both giggled till the door finally opened. Before you could take another step, Elias lifted you into his arms to carry you across the threshold. He narrowly missed crashing your head into the picture frame as he squeezed you two down the narrow hallway, and he almost tripped over your gown on the way to the bed. Elias dropped you and watched you bounce before leaning over you and kissing your forehead.
“Hello, Mrs. Samson,” he hummed with a grin.
“Hello, darling husband.” You giggled as his face contorted in adorable distaste.
“We are not keeping that one.”
“Why not? I kinda like it.”
“How can I convince you otherwise?” His voice rumbled in his chest, vibrating through you as he laid over top of you.
You suddenly couldn’t catch your breath in all the right ways. His beard tickled across your face as his lips bypassed your mouth to instead work their way across your jaw and down your throat. Elias chuckled as you arched further into him and ran your hands up to the hairs on the nape of his neck. A kindling flame began to course through your veins, only to be interrupted with knocking at the door. Elias’s head slumped into the sheets over your shoulder and you both groaned in unison.
He growled. “It’s the honeymoon suite. It should be a given not to knock.” He groaned as he stood to answer the door.
“Do we have a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign?”
Elias grabbed the small plastic sign off the nightstand on his way by and waved it over his head. You played with the fabric of your dress as you listened to him talking with whoever had interrupted. He came back with a huge grin and two boxes of pizza.
“Your Mom’s a peach, by the way, just in case you didn’t know.” He handed you the small white envelope on top before peeking into the boxes.
You sat on the edge of the bed and read aloud:
Nobody ever gets to eat at their own wedding. Your Father and I hope you enjoy this first meal as newlyweds. Love, Mom and Dad
P.S. Y/N, don’t eat in your dress!
“Pssh. Like she could stop me.” You reached for the pizza, but Elias took your hand.
“Hang on. I haven’t really been able to see your dress.”
“I’ve been wearing it all day!” You whined as he placed the boxes on the desk.
“I know. But I’ve been… distracted.” He leaned down and caught you in a kiss before you could sass back. The pizza was forgotten as he again laid you back onto the bed. You were breathless by the time he broke away. His eyes raked over your form. Married as you were, it still made you blush. Instinctively your hands flew to cover your chest But Elias pulled your hands away. “It’s beautiful, Y/N.”
“It gets better.” You pushed on his shoulders till he rolled over on his back next to you. With a bit of maneuvering, you scooted to the edge of the bed and came to stand in front of him. Elias sat up quickly as you turned to face away from him. You reached back to the zipper and tugged on the secret blue string. A tag popped out that made Elias laugh openly.
It read “Unzip Me.”
Seconds later Elias’s hands slid over your hips, up your sides, and ghosted over your shoulders before he tugged gently on the zipper. With each passing moment, your heart raced faster and faster waiting for the tell-tale gasp that he had found your present for him.
But the zipper got stuck.
Elias cursed under his breath. “Come on! Not now, please.” You felt him pull the gap further from your skin to locate the source of the problem and giggled as he gasped. You heard a soft pop as a thread broke, and then the zipper pulled down the rest of the way. Your dress fell to the floor and you turned to face him. Goosebumps broke out over your skin as the cooler air hit it, and as you waited anxiously for Elias to say something.
“Fuck.”
That would do.
Elias’s fingers hovered over the light blue lace panties while his eyes followed the lace on your push-up bra to the valley of your breasts. It was really a simple set, no garters or split thong or unnecessary bows, but the way his tongue dipped out to wet his lips sent a wave of pleasure to the juncture of your thighs. A hum of pleasure fell from your lips as he kissed your stomach. You opened your eyes to find his beaming up at you.
“My sweet, perfect, melodious Y/N,” he whispered,” I could sing till I lost my voice forever, but it still wouldn’t be enough to tell you how much I love you.”
Elias pulled you into his lap. You fumbled with his buttons, pulling and tugging at on the obtrusive fabric till you could press your skin against his. His hips jerked as your hips rolled against his growing bulge. The air thickened and your breaths began to come out in short bursts. Elias tugged on your bra so your nipples could poke free and so he could latch his lips onto the hardening nubs. Your hands raked across his chest, making him moan into your breasts.
“Please, Elias.”
Your fingers scrabbled unsuccessfully to unhook his belt. Elias stopped you by pushing aside your panties and running two fingers up either side of your slit. You whimpered as he continued to kiss and nip at your breasts before he curled one guitar-calloused finger into your heat. He pulled it back out to look at the plenty of slick already glistening. He grinned at you and sucked it into his mouth, humming pleased around it. You were too distracted watching him to feel his other hand slide across your thigh and cup your sex. His thumb flicked at your clit, jolting you forward. He caught you and held you close as his fingers played at your opening, dipping in and out without rhythm. Elias kept you on the precipice of collapse, pulling back just as your lungs refused to suck in any more air. You groaned in frustration, leaning in and pulling on his bottom lip with your teeth.
“‘Bout ready to cum, Y/N?” he asked, chuckling when you kissed him harder and bucked down onto his hand. Elias broke away and sucked hard on your nipple, curling his fingers just right, sending you over the edge. He continued to stroke you gently as lightning raced through you, puttering out into soft flashes. He kissed the hollow of your throat and leaned back on the bed holding you on his chest.
You could feel his precum leaking through his briefs onto your thigh. You wiggled off him to pull the briefs down, allowing his cock into the open to lay ready on his chest. He looked… delicious laid out in front of you. Muscles for miles and practiced fingers reaching for you. Elias watched you with a cocked eyebrow as you thought. You wanted to taste him, just a little, but the throbbing between your legs had to be satisfied first. His cock twitched as you licked him from balls to tip. You crawled back onto his lap, and with his guidance, sank down onto his length. You sighed as you adjusted around his perfect stretch. Elias laid his warm hands over where yours rested on his chest. He watched enraptured as you began to move up and down, just taking in the sensation of you, hearing you moan and sigh. One hand slid down to your thigh, then began to stroke it calmly.
“You are so beautiful. So perfect bouncing on my cock.” He slid his other hand up your arm, moving over to your breast once it was in reach. He tweaked the nipple, smiling as you whimpered. “Sound so perfect too. Sing for me, sweetheart.”
His hands jumped to your hips as he took over the pace. Your hips slapped into his, pulled down to match his thrusts. You cried out as he twisted and found your sweet spot, spearing it repeatedly. If your arms had not been already braced on his chest, you would have fallen on top of him. The fire was right there, so close. Elias saw your eyes flutter shut as you focused on reaching your end sooner rather than later. He moved his grip so his thumb could flick at your clit and rub quick circles. You came with a guttural shout. Your arms failed and you fell onto his chest, only to feel him flip you onto your back beneath him.
You writhed, your body trying to escape the pleasurable pain of over stimulation. Elias’s hips moved faster, blurring the consciousness of in and out as he chased release. You fought to open your eyes. His skin was glistening with a layer of sweat, plastering some of his curls to his face. His eyes bored into you, trembling shut when you contracted your walls around him. Elias’s growl rumbled in his chest as his hips stuttered and then slowed to a stop. You shivered with your own small orgasm while his cum coated your walls.
He collapsed to one side of you, panting heavily, but smiling. You smiled back but knew you couldn’t stay awake much longer.
“We never ate the pizza,” you murmured. Your eyelids dipped, your vision of Elias fading.
“After we’ve slept a bit, maybe we can have a midnight snack.” He left your side, leaving the bed cold. You absently felt him cleaning you up with a warm washcloth, but maybe you dreamed it. You smiled at his face one more time when it was close again, kissing him softly before you faded away into sleep.
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