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Sister in Arms Part 3: Keep Your Power Close

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Your “date” has come up with Elias. Finn is still anxious that Bray is going to try something, so he stays ringside and proves to be a helpful friend. But the night does not end in any way that you could have foreseen.

Pairing: None really… a little Elias x Reader (flirt fighting)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, use of steel chair and kendo stick

Word Count: ~1750

Note: Each chapter is getting more fun to write. Thank you guys for all of the sweet notes you’ve been leaving on the other parts. I hope you continue to enjoy this series as it moves forward (or lovingly hate it as drama gets a shot of angst.) Please continue to reblog, like, and comment your reactions to this. If you’ve got theories of what will happen next or things that don’t feel right, let me know. My tag lists are open, as well as my requests [I’m going to keep writing for other fandoms while putting this series out.] Here’s the next part for your pleasure!

Part 1: I Know You Best 

Part 2: Enemies Closer 

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From the darkness of the Gorilla, you heard Elias sang about the city hosting Raw. He didn’t mention you. It made your skin vibrate with the thought of irritating him enough to incite a song dedicated to you. But maybe you were getting ahead of yourself.

Finn popped his collar next to you, giving you a nod as your music started. Even from the stage, you could feel Elias’s irritation from the interruption. Swallowing a giggle, you let your face settle into a sly grin against his frown. He gave a shout and stomped off to hand his guitar out of the ring as Finn’s music swell up through yours. Finn stepped out to the deafening cheers of the Balor Club. If you didn’t need the focus so much, you would have smiled as big as your face would have let you. Finn motioned to the ring and stepped in time with you down the ramp.

You heard Corey as you and Finn walked by the announce table. “Finn must not trust Elias, or possibly even Bray who’s been quiet for a few weeks now, to not corrupt this ‘no disqualification’ fight tonight. Y/N might want to keep an eye out for the guitar, too.” Finn grinned at you at the comment. In the ring, you lifted your arms with his entrance with a bright smile that threatened to send your cheeks into spasms, unable to hold it back any longer. Finn took your jacket and rolled out. He waved off your warning face. He wouldn’t interfere unless absolutely necessary. Seeing him ready to spring at the drop of a hat helped keep your heart from thundering out of your chest. It had been a long time since you had gotten to fight with your best friend nearby.

The bell rang and you met Elias in the center of the ring.

“Hello,” he rumbled with a slight nod.

“Hi.” Again, you could feel your cheeks twitch with a smile you didn’t want to show.

Elias held out his hand for a handshake. Your gut told you to slap it away or to use it against him, but a small voice in your head told you to take it as a sign of sportsmanship. A split second after the shake, you bounced away from one another, taking turns stalking and waiting for the other to make the first move.

He moved first, forcing you into a battle of strength that you quickly lost. He forced you back into his corner, taking until the four count to move out of your space. He grinned at the ref, already sure that this would be an easy fight. Your sidekick into his stomach was sure to change his mind quickly. You followed up with a series of kicks. Elias stumbled back, coming to sit on the bottom rope in the opposite corner.

“Huh,” he said.

You smirked at him. Screw hiding your smiling. You were going to enjoy this match and not worry about what faces you made.

Elias was already to his feet and rushing towards you when you moved out of the corner. Elias misread your jump and felt the full effect of a sling-blade, making you laugh. He growled and smiled at you, shoving off your first attempt to pin him. He rolled you to your back and trapped your shoulders under his large hands.

“This is not going to be your night, sweetheart. I promise.”

You kicked your way at two. “We’ll see about that.”

“Not here for a month yet and you’re already using cliché quotes at me? I just lost the last sliver of respect for you.”

You shut him up with more kicks and a few punches. “I don’t need your respect. I’ve done just fine without it.” Even so, you winked at him as he staggered to his feet. You shouldn’t have. The half-blindness, even for just the split second, was enough to block out the oncoming left hook. You rolled out of the ring to take a breather.

Finn was by your side in an instant. “You a’right?”

“Yeah. I know, I know. Less flirting, more fighting. Any tips you can’t hold back any longer?”

Finn smiled. “This is a no disqualifications match, right?” You nodded and let understanding wash over you as he lifted up the ring curtain to reveal the storage of chairs and kendo sticks. He nodded in agreement as you pulled out a chair. His eyes widened, and you turned just in time to avoid Elias’s oncoming shoulder, sending the musician falling back as you attacked that shoulder with the chair. Finn stepped away after giving your back one last encouraging pat.

You gave Elias a few more strikes from the chair, sending him reeling towards the sound booth. It didn’t register that you didn’t have the upper hand until the guitar came rushing towards your face. You dropped the chair and hit the deck, rolling back to your feet a short distance away.

“Hey! Hang on a second.” You kept your hands up until he lowered the instrument/weapon, having lost the element of surprise, and then reached under the ring. Elias caught the kendo stick you threw to him. “Don’t mess up another one of your guitars. They are beautiful and don’t deserve to be smashed. Please.” You waited until Elias gave the guitar back to a techie before rolling into the ring.

Elias brought the kendo stick with him, swinging it around like a baseball bat. With a stutter of frustration, you realized you had left the steel chair on the floor. Elias saw the thought pass across your face and smiled. He chased you to the ropes. The tip of the kendo stick kept you off balance as he dug it into your chest, pinning you against the ropes.

“Finn, no!” You knocked the stick out of the way as Finn rolled into the ring. Elias swung at him, but you stepped between them, taking the shot to your back. You grit your teeth against screaming and weakly pushed Finn away. “I’ve got this. Trust me. That was the deal. I take care of Elias, you watch for Bray.” You waited until your best friend was on the floor again before turning back to your opponent.

The turn was just in time to see the stick coming your way, but not enough to avoid it.

You crumbled to your knees with the strike, then arched as Elias hit you again. You could hear Finn growl.

Elias tossed the weapon away. He picked you up by your hair and then power-bombed you. Your vision flickered when you hit the canvas. The following three-count sounded in the back of your mind as if hearing it through a canyon or an underwater cave.

Finn rolled into the ring, but Elias ducked out on another side. He smirked and winked at you as Finn helped you to your feet. Once you were steady, Finn went to the ropes and shouted at Elias, “I’m gunna kick yer arse!” Finn’s fuming wasn’t enough to keep Elias from sending you one last little wave, then hastily exiting up the ramp. You joined him at the ropes, whispering that you were fine though rubbing the back of your head.

The lights flickered out. When they came back, Bray Wyatt’s face was on the jumbo screen smirking down at you and Finn. Irritated, you turned away and went for some mics. No way was this going to be a one-sided conversation.

“Hello, Finn. Have you rested enough for your mortal form to survive the toil of Raw?” Bray giggled as you rejoined Finn and handed him a mic. “And Y/N, I had hoped our introductions would be in person, but fate did not allow such circumstances.”

“Good grief,” you mumbled under your breath, “he’s even more annoying than I thought.”

“Whot do ya want, Bray?” Finn’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to keep his calm.

“I have some advice, from a god to a demon. And to the one who befriends them.”

“All lack of respect due,” you growled, “we don’t really want it.” The Balor Club cheered in agreement; Finn grinned and nudged your arm in solidarity.

“Go back ta yer backwoods, Bray. Find some other wrestl’r ta play with. This man, and demon, Balor Club is done with the mind games.”

Bray leaned forward in his chair, a laugh rumbling through the sound system. “But that is what I have come to warn you about, Finn Balor. Your power in the Balor Club relies on your ability to keep them entertained. To protect their fickle minds from being stolen by the next best thing. Keep your power close, old friend. It can be taken in the blink of an eye. You are not out of the woods yet.” Bray let out another eerie laugh that was cut off by the flickering of the screen.

When the lights came back up, you could see how white Finn’s knuckles were against the black paint on the mic. You shared a look, then went backstage, both deep in silent thought.

Charlie caught up with you and stepped in front of Finn. “Finn, Bray has seemingly been unable to move on from his obsession with the Demon King. What are your thoughts on his ‘advice?’” She held out her mic.

Finn took a deep breath and sighed. “Charlie, Bray can give all the advice he likes. But it doesn’ mean a ting. Tha Balor Club is not easily swayed by ‘nex big tings,’ he’s too shifty to know reliability when he sees it. My pow’r is just fine, and will be if Bray ever stomachs up enough to show his face in the ring again.”

“What are you going to do about Elias? You seemed pretty angry with his actions tonight as well.”

“Elias will get his due. I’m sure he’s already talkin’ ta Kurt to set the match.”

“We’ll be ready,” you said. Charlie moved the mic so you could be heard. You looked at Finn and said, “you were there for my match, I’ll be there for yours. I know you can handle Elias on your own, but with what Bray said, I’m not leaving your side open for some Wyatt mischief. We’ll be ready, Charlie.”

Charlie was left standing in the hallway as you and Finn left to come up with a plan… if there was anything that could be planned.

Part 4: Gone 

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My King

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Neville loses control in a battle of wits against Enzo, making you leave the arena angry. Who will break down to make amends first?

Pairing: Neville x Y/N (Reader)

Warnings/Promises: Annoying Enzo, angst, SMUT, masturbation with SO watching, orgasm denial, mention of oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 2100

Note: I miss Neville and I’d been trying to come up with his fic for a while when a gif came to my attention. Please let me know if you liked my first Neville story and if you would like to be included on a tag list for further fics (for Neville or anybody else.) I really appreciate feedback in comments, reblogs, and likes! Please enjoy!

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“Are you ready?”

“Yes, my king.”

Neville let a rare smile slip past his walls before covering it again with his usual determination. Together you walked out to his music and down to the ring. Finally, he was King of the Cruiserweights again. Once again, he wore the purple belt around his waist. You couldn’t help but notice the pride that had returned to his step as he collected microphones for the both of you.

“Good evening, peasants,” you began. You smiled as the Raw crowd cheered, speckled with a few boos. “Your king once again has his crown.” The cheers came back louder. You turned to watch Neville as he basked in the revelry.

“About time you lot acknowledged true leadership. I hope that for your sake that your blind adoration for that blustering baffoon will be replaced quickly. By your returned king.” Neville took a breath to continue with his speech when he was interrupted by music. You both bristled as if hearing nail on a chalkboard.

Enzo walked out onto the stage, drinking in whatever the audience shouted at him like it was unanimous praise. He did his silly dance, then seemed to notice you and Neville for the first time.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is something going on here?”

You turned to Neville and exchanged what your fans had titled the “Agreement to Murder” face.

“Yes, Enzo. Now go away.”

He thought for a moment. “Nah, this looks like a party about to happen. And I want in.” He walked down to the ring with a smug grin. You attempted to move to keep him out of the ring. But Neville stepped in front of you. “You guys havin’ a celebration up in here? I didn’t hear anything about invitations.”

“That’s because we don’t invite rabble.” Daggers or lasers, if you had the abilities to produce either Enzo would have never been able to roll into the ring.

“Good thing I’m not rabble, then, sweetheart.”

Neville growled and shifted his weight to his toes. You placed your hand on his shoulder and stepped between him and the intruder.

“I must disagree, but no matter. I have several more names for you, maggot. Now if you’ll excuse us, your Cruiserweight King was speaking.”

“Now, baby, don’t be like that.” He moved to take your hand or to touch your shoulder. You didn’t let him get close enough to find out before you leapt at him, ready to kick him out of the ring yourself. Neville’s strong arms wrapped your waist and pulled you against his chest. If you weren’t so irate yourself, you would have felt how hard his heart was beating.

Enzo scurried back a few steps and furrowed his brow. “You need to keep a leash on your lady.”

“Not even mithril could hold her.”

“What the hell is mithril?”

You wretched yourself out of Neville’s grasp. “Why are you here, Enzo? You have lost the title, and you will never have it again. Not through trickery, and definitely not through skill. You never had that.” Spitting that out calmed your nerves. The audience crowed and clapped in agreement, overpowering any sounds of dissenters.

“I do have skill. Even if all ya’ll appreciate is my ability to talk, it’s a skill. A good one. I’ve talked myself into a fight with your Keebler King there for that championship before.”

You saw what he was playing at. “Don’t lose control,” you whispered to Neville. “He’s just trying to get under your skin. Don’t let him.”

Enzo saw the discourse and continued pushing buttons. “And when I win, I might just take both your queens. I’m sure Y/N would look good hanging on my arm and the belt around my waist.”

“Neville, don’t…”

“Or vise-versa, I’m not too picky.”

The death grip you had on Neville’s forearm failed as he pushed past you and sucker punched Enzo to the floor. Despite your pleas for him to stop, Neville continued to kick and stomp Enzo into the canvas with glee. When he stopped, breathing heavily, he grinned at you. Any other day you would have been ready to fall to jump into his arms, but instead, all you felt was… disappointment. If Enzo was looking for another pressure point to hold over Neville, he just found it.

You walked past his incredulous face and made your way up the ramp.

“Do not turn your back on your King!” Neville bellowed.

You walked a few more steps, then twirled around to face him. “Watch. I’m gonna do it again.” You heard Neville sputter as you turned around. You had to show him that the world now knew the chink in his armor. Overhead, your own music started to play through the speakers. You started to sway your hips a little more than usual and walked through the gorilla to extra whistles and hoots.

You took a taxi to the house you and Neville were renting, not wanting to deal with the awkward ride home with him.

You were curled up with your worn copy of Oresteia when he came through the door.

“This night will not end with us mad at one another.”

“Mad?” You dropped your book on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen. Neville’s boots followed you. “Why would I be mad? Neville, I’m boarder line furious! I warned you against letting Enzo in. Now he knows what to say to make you lose control. He’s going to use that in the title match. That maggot might win the championship again because you can’t let your ego take a hit now and then.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Fine, then I won’t say anything.”

“No, gah. You say I have the ego. Mine is nothing compared to… Y/N. Don’t start this.”

“I didn’t. You did the second you let that worm into the ring tonight. I could have kept him out. The news about the match would have come from Kurt like normal, and we wouldn’t be having this argument. Now I’m going to bed.”

“Don’t.” His voice was low and dangerous. You looked him right in the eyes and turned to walk away. His hands gripped your arms and held them tight enough to probably leave bruises. He turned you to face him. “Talk to me!”

You let your voice soften. “You are losing control again.” You watched as his eyes changed from blazing to broken. “We both seem to be.” He released your arms and slid his hands down into yours.

With a sigh, his shoulders dropped as if suddenly bearing a great weight. “He threatened you.”

You placed your hand on his cheek and lifted his face to look into yours. “He could never take me away from you, I am a prize that would fight back. He does not have the skill to beat me in a fair fight.”

“Fair is not in his nature.”

“If he were to attack me, and use such low means to best me, I know you would be right there in an instant.”

“If he even looks in your direction I will rip his throat out.”

His persistent ferocity made you smile. “I have no doubt. But let me out-talk him to death first.”

“Deal.” Neville chuckled. “We make quite the team. Riling each other up. Calming one another down. Everyone thinks I’m the dangerous one, but you’re the one that makes me that way.”

You stroked his face. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. Life would be so lackluster otherwise.” You trailed your finger across his cheekbones and then booped him on the nose. You giggled at his annoyed face. “You don’t want me any other way either.”

“No, you’re right.” Neville’s eyes gleamed. He walked you back till he had you pinned against a door. “As a matter of fact, I want my dangerous queen upstairs in five minutes.” His voice sent a thrilling chill through your body and a pleasant tightness blossomed in your chest, making it hard to breath. He released you and walked away. The air suddenly felt colder without him, crisp against the flush of your skin.

You took the few minutes to strip off your clothes and leave them on the kitchen table, then rushed up the stairs on silent feet. You knocked on the bedroom door and entered when he answered.

His face lit up as he surveyed your form. A blush crept into your cheeks as the rest of your body continued to flush under his gaze. Neville took one step towards you, then moved back to sit in a chair set up facing the end of the bed. He shed his shirt, then slumped down like a bored ruler on a throne.

“Sit.”

You sat across from him. Your fingers twitched, waiting to do whatever he told you.

“Spread.”

Your knees parted to bare your all to him. Pride swelled in your chest as Neville shifted in his seat.

“Begin.”

With a swallowed grin you ran your hands up the insides of your thighs. At the last second, you bypassed your sex and brought your hands to your breasts. Your nipples pebbled under your touch. Neville growled as your head lolled back with the pressure you used to knead your breasts. You brought your gaze back to watch him as you let one hand travel down to your heat. A sigh escaped your lips with that first touch. You worked deeper, eventually using your thumb to help along the impending storm. Static filled your ears as the first lightning bolts started to touch down except you heard Neville’s command.

“Stop.”

Your body shuddered and contorted on the bed as your orgasm tried to finish rising to the surface. It faded away into the steady pulse of arousal as you caught your breath.

“Neville, why are you teasing me?”

“I’m working on my self-control, per the advice from my queen. And if I have to control myself, then so do you. So iron sharpens iron.”

“I bet you feel like iron now.” You licked our lips as Neville stroked his length through his pants.

“Sweet words will get you nowhere. Keep going.”

It could have been just two more denials, it could have been twenty. Each “stop” had Neville seeing you fight to keep from sinking back into the sheets. He liked to see your face, no matter what sensations were ruling your movements. You weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“Please, Neville…”

“Who, Y/N?”

“Please, my king, let me come?”

“Why should I?” Neville had shed his pants at some point and was sitting in his briefs. He watched you with a smug grin as you licked your lips at the sight of the damp spot.

“Because my pleasure brings you pleasure. I take you so well, you always say so.” Another shudder of denied arousal swept through you, making you keen. “Please, Neville. Fuck me!”

“As my queen commands.”

He was on you in a second, slotting between your legs perfectly. With a cry, your head fell back into the sheets as Neville teased his head at your entrance. You could only make displeased sounds as he refused to fill you, instead, flicking your aching clit. The air filled with your combined moans as Neville finally began to ease his way into you. You let out a contented sigh as he sheathed himself completely.

Neville’s fingers laced with yours, pinning your hands on either side of your head. He started slow, grinding his hips and grunting with the feel of you. Then he warmed up, bringing you both close to release.

“Can I come, my king?”

“Yes, my queen.”

Neville twisted his hips in just the right way to find the spot that sent you tumbling. He chased his own release before letting out a guttural shout and stilling. Once he was done, he fell to one side and pulled you into his chest.

You were almost asleep when Neville snickered.

“What?”

“Seeing you all sexed up is making me hard again.”

“Sleep first. If you’re good, you’ll have a very good morning.”

He was not good, but he made sure you had a good morning regardless. You also took your revenge. Neville sat with his back in the pillows, moaning each time you had him stop, then shouting as you took him into your mouth.

With a week of sharpening each other’s iron, 205 rolled around to find you two standing just outside of the gorilla once again. You gave Neville’s hand a tight squeeze as his music started.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, my queen.”

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Sister in Arms – Part 2: Enemies Closer

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Miz invites you to Miz TV for an interview about your entrance last week. He asks harmless questions, until Elias shows up. Things take an unexpected turn when words and fists begin to fly.

Pairing: None (yet)

Warnings/Promises: Bantering, flirting, fluff (?), wrestling violence

Word Count: 1300

Note: Here’s part two! Again, I’m putting my own spin on things. Next week is going to get interesting, so stay tuned. For specific notes I’m hoping for, am I getting Miz, Elias, and Finn’s voices right? Please let me know what you think so far with comments, likes, and reblogs. Let me know if you would like to be added to any of my tag lists, including the one for this series. Now enjoy!

Part 1: I Know You Best 

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 “Awesome!”

Miz and Curtis Axel made their way to the ring, basking in the pop Miz always received. Love or hate him, Miz was good at his job; you couldn’t deny it. Curtis double checked the placement of the chairs as Miz spoke through the motions of the opening of the show.

“While Sheamus and Ceasaro are on Shield Patrol, I am here tonight to talk to the person that has the WWE universe buzzing with questions. She mysteriously appeared last week out of nowhere, completely unknown, right? Perhaps. We’ll answer that in just a minute. Now give a warm welcome to my quest this evening, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You entered to the same music as before. Miz and Curtis gave you a firm handshake upon your entrance into the ring. Miz motioned to a chair and mic before the men took their positions.

“Y/N, thank you for coming. I have to say, your arrival here at Raw was… unexpected to say the least. Any opening comments on that?”

“Thank you for having me, Miz. And Curtis.” You took a deep breath. “I came to help out a friend. I said as much last week.”

“How is the Balor Club leader?”

You smiled. “He’s good. Always has been. But now he’s actually gotten eight hours or so of sleep at night. He’ll be back to kicking ass in no time.”

Miz encouraged the cheers and applause. “That is all and good, Y/N. But You also said that you had an agreement with Kurt Angle to… ‘beat up a few’ of Finn’s rivals. Who all is included on your vendetta agenda?” He grinned from under his sunglasses, smugly waiting.

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Sister in Arms – Part 2: Enemies Closer

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Miz invites you to Miz TV for an interview about your entrance last week. He asks harmless questions, until Elias shows up. Things take an unexpected turn when words and fists begin to fly.

Pairing: None (yet)

Warnings/Promises: Bantering, flirting, fluff (?), wrestling violence

Word Count: 1300

Note: Here’s part two! Again, I’m putting my own spin on things. Next week is going to get interesting, so stay tuned. For specific notes I’m hoping for, am I getting Miz, Elias, and Finn’s voices right? Please let me know what you think so far with comments, likes, and reblogs. Let me know if you would like to be added to any of my tag lists, including the one for this series. Now enjoy!

Part 1: I Know You Best 

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 “Awesome!”

Miz and Curtis Axel made their way to the ring, basking in the pop Miz always received. Love or hate him, Miz was good at his job; you couldn’t deny it. Curtis double checked the placement of the chairs as Miz spoke through the motions of the opening of the show.

“While Sheamus and Ceasaro are on Shield Patrol, I am here tonight to talk to the person that has the WWE universe buzzing with questions. She mysteriously appeared last week out of nowhere, completely unknown, right? Perhaps. We’ll answer that in just a minute. Now give a warm welcome to my quest this evening, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You entered to the same music as before. Miz and Curtis gave you a firm handshake upon your entrance into the ring. Miz motioned to a chair and mic before the men took their positions.

“Y/N, thank you for coming. I have to say, your arrival here at Raw was… unexpected to say the least. Any opening comments on that?”

“Thank you for having me, Miz. And Curtis.” You took a deep breath. “I came to help out a friend. I said as much last week.”

“How is the Balor Club leader?”

You smiled. “He’s good. Always has been. But now he’s actually gotten eight hours or so of sleep at night. He’ll be back to kicking ass in no time.”

Miz encouraged the cheers and applause. “That is all and good, Y/N. But You also said that you had an agreement with Kurt Angle to… ‘beat up a few’ of Finn’s rivals. Who all is included on your vendetta agenda?” He grinned from under his sunglasses, smugly waiting.

“Well, I’m going to play it by ear. Week to week. Nothing crazy hopefully unless someone really has a problem with me being here.”

“Fair enough. How long have you known Finn?”

Origin story time. “I’m actually from the states, but when I was young we moved to Ireland for my dad’s job. I met Finn then and we bonded over our childhood obsession with wrestling. We were each other’s first pins in training.” You paused with a smile as the audience gave a cute reaction. “I moved back to the states shortly before he left for Japan, and we met back up here when he signed with WWE. I’ve been doing my own thing and supporting Finn as he’s done his.”

“Simple as that?”

“Simple as that.”

“Hard questions aside, Y/N, what kind of music do you like?” Miz waited while you laughed through the confusion. “Seriously. What do you and Finn listen too when you guys work out, or when you’re by yourself? Broadly, or as detailed as you like.”

“Oh. Hmm.” You bit your lip. “I dunno, Miz. This might be the harder question. My music choices are all over the place. It really depends on what mood I’m in. Reading takes calmer music… unless I need it epic. Daily life takes something else, and working out is as enthusiastic and encouraging and loud as I can stand it. I can tweet out specific bands later once I’ve had more time if you’d like.”

“I would appreciate that, thank you, Y/N.” Without missing a beat Miz continued. “What are your thoughts on Elias’s music? He’s shown that he’s got quite the range of styles.”

It should have been obvious this was coming. You fiddled with the mic as you tried to find the most PG version of your opinion to share. “Elias’s music?” You chuckled. “He’s got skill on the guitar, anyone can hear that. But as for his singing… some of his notes aren’t, shall we say, always on key.” The audience oohed as Miz reeled back. “But I might be flattered to receive one of his insult compositions. He’s pretty clever, I’ll—”

The strumming of a guitar cut you off. Miz stood and smugly clapped along with the crowd while you gripped your mic tightly. At the same time, you couldn’t keep a smile off your face. This could be fun. You made your way to the opposite of the ring as Elias stood on the apron. He took the mic from Miz.

“You got somethin’ to say to my face, Y/N?”

“I knew you were tone deaf, Elias, but I’m pretty sure you heard me.” A giggle escaped from you as even Miz looked back at you, incredulous. Curtis took a few steps away from you as Elias stepped through the ropes.

“Oh really?

“Yes. Why? You got a problem with some honest feedback?”

“I do when it comes from someone who doesn’t have an ounce of knowledge about talent or wrestling,” Elias smirked as your head tilted in confusion. What was he driving at?

“I have to have some talent, even if it’s just a bit of strategy since I beat you last week.”

“Anyone can come in half-way through a match and use the timing to their advantage.”

You stepped towards the center of the ring; Elias matched your steps. “Awe. Is your ego bruised? Do you go through this same crisis every time you lose a match?”

“Are you always this argumentive? Strategy or timing, you couldn’t replicate the results if you tried.”

There’s the finish line. “I couldn’t? Oh sweetie, I could pin you anytime anyplace. But I’ll always remember you as my first on Raw.” You winked at him. His cheeks twitched to suppress a smile. His eyes followed your tongue as it darted out to wet your lips. “Anytime. Anyplace. Like here and now… if you’re feeling up to it. Or do you have some drifting to do?”

“Actually, I have some wrestling to do. I’ve got a match tonight already, but if you want to use your angle with Kurt, my schedule is open next week.”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Miz stepped between you. “Make matches on your own time. This is my show and…”

“Shut up, Miz!” “We’ll leave when we’re good and ready!”

You and Elias shared a confused look while Miz blustered. “The nerve of you two. I’m the Intercontinental Champion! When my hand goes up your mouth…”

You swung and landed a fist directly to Miz’s jaw. Elias kicked Curtis in the chest before he could get to you guys. He watched you walk by and eyed your form as you left the ring.

“I’ll see you next week, Elias.”

“It’s a date.”

Later, you ran into Finn backstage. He was sweaty from his fight teamed up with Apollo Crews and Titus against Elias and his former friends Gallows and Anderson.

“Whot was that?” he asked, diving right into your interview.

“That was fun. I’ve got a match next week. And I got to be a part of my favorite ending of Miz TV. It’s been a good night.”

Finn squinted at you. “Fun?”

“Yes fun. That wasn’t all I’ve done tonight; I’ve still been sleuthing like we discussed. But I haven’t seen Bray all night. Not backstage, no interference in your match. And nobody I’ve talked too knows where he’s gone too when not sending messages from his rocking chair.” You sighed. “Either he doesn’t see you as a threat anymore, or he’s planning something. I don’t know which is worse.”

“Agreed. Please, be careful. He’s shifty. And stop flirtin’ with Elias.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” You shuffled under Finn’s knowing gaze. “Not much anyways. What’s the phrase? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”

“But not too close.”

You stepped closer to Finn and poked him in the chest. “I’ll get as close as I want, Finn Balor. I can win my own battles, thank you very much.”

Finn glared at you, then let it slip back into this toothy grin. “You are insufferable. Like an annoying little sister.”

“Admit it, you wouldn’t want it any other way.” You giggled as Finn nodded in defeat, then followed him down the hallway.

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Simple Demon, Simple Pleasures

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The reader comes back to the bunker to help Sam with the sanctified blood cure. Dean intercepts her arrival into the bunker and convinces her he’s human. It takes too long to see where his facts don’t add up, but by then it’s too late.

Pairing: Demon Dean x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: SMUT, name-calling, orgasm denial, gagging and bondage, knife use (not in a fun way; including cutting), leaving the reader for dead, angst (damn, that took a turn), slight dub-con, arguably dark!fic

Word Count: 2500+

Note: Happy Dean-o-ween! I had another Dean fic planned, but it needs more time. In the meantime, here’s something a little darker than what I usually write. Again:

If you have a trigger for cutting, do not read this fic.

Please let me know if you liked it or not with comments, likes, and reblogs. Stay safe this Halloween!

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The garage sank into silence as you turned off your engine. It had been a long drive; worth it. Sam had finally found Dean. He called you on his way back to the bunker a few days ago, Dean snarking in the backseat.

Sam tried to talk over him, but you could still hear Dean.

“Did you tell her I said hi? How’s my favorite whore?”

White crested over the tops of your knuckles as you gripped the steering wheel. You’d wanted to be there, but took a bad lead and split up from Sam on the hunt. The hunt? Dean was a demon, but he was still in there, not as a monster. The defense sounded pitiful in your head.

You called from ten minutes out to check in.

“He’s… he’s not doing too well.”

“Tell me.” You stepped harder on the gas. “Sam.”

“He’s got all this human blood in him… says it’s burning. Y/N… this cure might be killing him.”

You swallowed hard. “It’s the last chance we have. No matter what, keep going. I’ll be there soon.”

“This had better work,” you grumbled, stepping out of your car.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?”

You flattened yourself against your car, arm outstretched with your favorite knife to Dean’s throat.

“Easy, sweetheart. It’s me.” His eyes searched yours as he kept his hands in the air. Dark circles hung under his eyes. His voice didn’t sound like it did. But demons were crafty, and it wasn’t like they followed good lifestyle habits.

“Prove it.” Using the blade, you guided Dean back so you could rummage in your bag for the flask of holy water. Dean flinched when the liquid touched his skin, but sighed in relief when it didn’t steam. You saw the pricks in his arms from the blood injections. They looked angry and swollen like they were still fighting. Dean wiped off the excess with his shirt quickly under your scrutiny.

“Convinced?” He kept his hands up as you lowered your blade. A second later he chuckled as you rushed to wrap your arms around his waist. He ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face in his chest.

“Are you really okay?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m okay.”

“Where’s Sam?”

Dean took a second to answer. “He went out to grab us some burgers. I could call him so he’ll grab you one too.”

“That’s okay. I ate on the way in.” You pulled back. “He left you alone?”

“I’m supposed to be resting, instead I’ve been testing. I’ve still got some perks. Seems the Mark doesn’t want to let go of some things.”

“Like what?”

Dean’s eyes glittered. “Can’t tell you. Have to show you.” His head tilted to one side as he watched you consider his proposition. When you took too long to answer he grinned and snapped his fingers. You found yourself sandwiched between him and the wall on the other side of the garage. “Like this for one thing. Cool, right?”

You giggled. “It will certainly come in handy later.”

“Hopefully sooner than later.” He kissed your forehead. “I’ve missed you so much.” He ran the tip of his nose down the curves of your face. Dean’s lips hovered over yours. You knew he wouldn’t initiate. He needed to know you wanted him. Needed him as much as he needed you.

You bobbed on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. He was tentative at first, barely parting his lips. But you ran your tongue over his bottom lip, drawing a groan from him. His hands began to roam your body hungrily. He gripped your hips and your arms and then your breasts like he was relearning your form. You let out a shuddered breath as he let one slip under your shirt to snake up and play with your aroused nipples. The other hand played with the waistband of your jeans. He popped the button and inched his fingers into your heat.

“Damn, Y/N. Did you miss me?” He chuckled when you could only gasp in reply. He dipped a finger into your slick and spread it up to your clit. Your hips jerked forward under his ministrations. You continued to buck onto his hand and scissoring fingers until your breaths were coming out in bursts. He kissed you hard and thrusts his tongue out of time with his hand untill you were crying into his mouth.

Dean rested his head on the wall over your shoulder. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

“Let’s.” You closed your eyes against the dizziness as the air chilled and shifted. When you opened your eyes, your back was against the inside of your bedroom door.

And you were naked.

Dean knocked your hands away as you tried to over yourself. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you before, Y/N. It’s just been a while.” You shuddered as the lock clicked shut. “Now let me look at you.”

He stripped off his shirt and sat on the edge of your bed. His eyes eased across your body, resting on your breasts, your hips, your thighs, then flicking up to your face. You were thrumming with need, shivering. Dean curled a finger, summoning you.

“Come here.”

You walked to him on unsteady legs. Dean guided you down to sit on one of his thighs. His jeans scratched pleasantly between your thighs; you couldn’t help but rolling your hips a few times. Dean’s hands flashed to grip your thighs, stilling you.

“Do you trust me?” His deep voice reverberated with need, and something playful. You mirrored him licking his lips and nodded. From his back pocket, he pulled out a bandana. He tied a knot in the middle, then held it questioningly over your lips. You opened your mouth. “I really want to hear you, sweetheart, but I’m supposed to be resting. Don’t want to traumatize Sam.” The bandana slipped coarse over your tongue as Dean tied it around the back of your head. You nodded to let him know it wasn’t too tight.

The bandana did its job as you squealed into it when Dean flipped you under him. He helped you wriggle further up the bed. His head ducked down to kiss across your collarbone, then down between your breasts. One hand massaged one breast while his mouth attended to the other. You arched until your back ached, desperately trying to somehow feel him closer to you. Dean groaned as you dug your nails down his back and down his ribs.

“You keep playing like that, sweetheart, you’re going to get yourself into trouble,” he growled. You hummed back in response and kept your nails moving over his abs. He chuckled. “Just like old times, huh? You still don’t know how to behave.” His green eyes sparkled as you batted your eyelashes. His head twisted to one side as he dipped into thought. “Just like old times…”

Dean moved away from you, ignoring your whine of separation. He kneeled by the bed and shuffled some things around under the frame. His face broke out into a grin when he found what he was looking for. The red silken ropes dangled between his fingers. You bought the set as a joke one year. It made you smile to remember how much Sam blushed and stumbled over his words when Dean pulled the ropes proudly out of the box. Dean’s present came to you later.

“Thinking about Christmas?” He smiled as you nodded. “You were a genius, just in case I never told you.”

“Weher?” you cheekily questioned through the gag. He chuckled and tied one end of each rope to the wrists you held up to him. You looked at him quizzically when he pulled your arms up at an odd angle so he could tie the ropes to the legs of the bed instead of to the headboard. You forgot to worry about it when his fingers danced down your arms to breasts. He played with them again until you were arching into his touch. When his hand drew away you focused on breathing while Dean stripped out of his jeans and briefs. As much as you hated to think it, the demon life had done his body some good. It was thicker in all the right places, healthier, free of the usual Dean Winchester guilt besides the dark circles under his eyes. And his cock was perfect as ever. With a snap, you realized you were staring. Dean smirked as you met his gaze.

“You ready?”

You nodded eagerly. Dean ran his warm hand down your arm to cup your cheek, then down your torso and your thigh. He crawled up the bed between your legs, putting on as much of a show as he was probably getting from your desperate breathing.

Dean smeared his leaking precome over his head and gave his length a few pumps. He leaned up, nearly nose to nose with you, feeling your breath on his face as he teased his head at your entrance.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

He went slow for a while, then with a wink he sheathed himself fully. He waited for you to start breathing again before setting a furious pace. If this had been any other time, you would have thought he was racing some unknown clock. You couldn’t find the mental acuity to care. Your world dilated to the sensation of the rope digging into your wrists. The feeling of Dean’s body sliding against yours while his length slid in and out of you. The lightning coursing through you with each thrust until it felt like your skin was on fire. You closed your eyes to focus on listening to him grunt and growl. You’d never told him, but the sound of him was your favorite part. You could always tell when he was close by the sounds he made. By the sounds he was making right now.

When you opened your eyes, his green irises had been eclipsed by black.

Dean laughed openly as you screamed and writhed beneath him. He stopped his thrusts as you struggled to move away from him, an impossible venture.

“It was all worth it to see your face. I wondered what would give me away. Not the gag. Not the ropes. You are incredibly trusting, Y/N.”

Your mind reeled with every moment since you pulled into the garage. How easy you had made it for him. Your mind raced to find a way out, to find some way to call for help. Dean’s eyes made your heart stutter. But the tests?

“I was just as surprised as you when the holy water didn’t steam like usual. Seems there is enough human blood in me to make my blood not boil; was enough to get out of the trap too. Still burned like hell, though. Either way, we would have ended up here. With you about to beg for my cock like the slut you are.” Dean’s thighs flexed as he restrained himself from thrusting into you. Your walls contracted when his cock twitched inside you. “Do you want to come, Y/N? I have all the time in the world to wait for your answer.” You shuddered as he kept his black eyes on you while dragging a finger down your cheek. He reached out to tweak your nipple, chuckling when you squeaked. “I can wait, but I don’t think you can. Come on, one last good fuck, and then you can fight to ‘sanctify’ me. Deal?”

Your chest ached from heaving and gasping for breath. Your skin was slick with sweat. Already you could feel your release dribbling away. If you gave him what he wanted, would it be enough to distract him so you could get away? In tugging on the ropes, you could already feel them loosening like the knot was designed to.

“Het ghe cogh Dmphnn, theeze.”

“What was that?”

With a groan you wiggled your hips, your eyes rolling back in your head with the friction. In your mind you screamed for him to let you come, pleaded, reminding him that he was close too. That he never had been the patient one. Your heart thundered in your chest as Dean’s eyes flicked to green. He leaned down and sucked on your bottom lip under the gag.

You shrieked as Dean pulled almost all the way out and then thrust into you hard. He bit down on your shoulder as his hips continued their former pace. The edges of your vision began to fade out. Your eyes closed and you bit down on the gag, screaming through the waves of release flying through you. Your screaming continued as Dean kept thrusting into you, chasing his own release. When you opened your eyes, his black ones were staring down at you. Your muscles contracted in fear, pulling a shout from Dean as he came. He fell on top of you, crushing you under his weight.

He eventually rolled off you to stand next to the bed. His fingers glided up your arm toward the rope holding your wrist captive. You held your breath as he fumbled with the threads. Your blood ran cold as you felt the bonds tighten. Dean’s eyes flicked to green to glint at your eyes wide in fear. A blink later he was clothed and looking as fresh as you had seen him in the garage.

And he had your knife.

He pulled the tip up your stomach, just light of breaking your skin but with enough pressure to remind you he could gut you like a fish with a flick of his wrist.

“Sam’s probably figured out I’m not in the operation room by now. He could be roaming the halls right now, looking for me.” The blade circled around your breasts, then continued up across your collarbone and up your arm. “It’s been a while since we last played hide-n-seek, but I’m up for one more game before I kill him too.”

You winced as the knife cut through your skin by the rope.

“I’m a simple man with simple pleasures. Or should I say, a simple demon?” He gave your wrist a rough squeeze, jump starting the draining. He did the same to your other wrist, despite your struggling.

“Dmphnnn!” Your muffled cries made him snicker. He was just closing the door behind him when he turned around and pointed like he had forgotten something. With a snap of his fingers, your clothes appeared on your body. They were warm like Dean had pulled them out of the dryer.

“Can’t having you catch cold. Gotta keep that blood flowing.”

He left you in the dark.

Dean’s head rolled from one side to the other. Sam and Cas were immediately on the defense as his eyes cracked open. He blinked in the light as the darkness faded away.

“You guys seem worried,” he rasped.

Sam shared a glance with Cas, then splashed holy water on Dean’s face. Dean flinched, then looked up at them with clear eyes.

“Welcome back, Dean.” Sam’s voice cracked.

Dean smiled back, then memories came rushing back through the broken damn. “Y/N. Oh, God. Get me out of these! Cas, get to Y/N’s room. Now.” He tore from the chair and ran down the hall.

“What have I done?”

 

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Sister in Arms – Part 1: I Know You Best

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Finn is taking a beating in a match with Elias when an old friend shows up. The reader finishes the fight, then argues with Finn about his path in the WWE.

Pairing: None (yet)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, language

Word Count: 1114

Note: I don’t like how the Sister Abigail story is going, so I want to try my hand at it. [Edit: Now I know everyone is sick. They got painted into a corner; I still want to try my own bit.] Also, I’m thinking about trying to work for WWE, and the goal is to get into creative. But I want to see if I can keep up with a wrestling serial and keep it good first. I will really appreciate feedback during this series. I’m not trying to fix what they’re writing, just putting my own spin on it. Any notes you’ve got to help me along, they will all be read and loved. Reblogging the life out of this so I can get more feedback from more people will be awesome! I’m still going to write my normal fics, so if you have a request or want to be put on a tag list, let me know! Otherwise, here is the first part. Enjoy!

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Finn’s head bounced off the canvas. He groaned and rolled out from under Elias’s impending curb stomp. Though it took some effort, Finn made it to his feet with enough left-over energy to kick Elias in the face over his shoulder. The Balor Club leader rolled over his opponent’s chest, silently begging for the count to be quick.

It was, but not quick enough.

Elias flipped and grabbed Finn by the throat. He threw him into the far turnbuckle, smiling when Finn shouted in pain and fell to his knees. They both knew Finn didn’t have much fight left. Weeks of feuding with Bray had drained the once vibrant Finn; Elias was more than willing to play with the scraps. Elias continued to toy with him, tossing him around the ring with seeming ease.

You heard the announcers over the video playing back-stage. You stood with Kurt Angle, though just off-screen of the camera watching him.

“Elias has got Finn’s number tonight. I haven’t seen Finn looking this defeated since Summer Slam,” one of them said.

“But it’s Finn. He still won that fight, dislocated shoulder and all. I just hope it won’t come that close again.”

You’d heard enough. With a nod to Kurt, you headed to the Gorilla. Music similar enough to Finn’s to make Elias pause in his assault played over the speakers. You burst through the curtain and ran to the ring. You dragged Finn to the edge, then moved him out of the ring.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? I have to get back in there.” He tried to jolt to his feet but fell back holding one of the several sore places on his body. “Don’t do what I think you’re about to do.”

“Too late.”

You left Finn sitting on the floor where he could still see the ring and hopped through the ropes. Elias looked between you and the ref who was getting instructions on his headset.

“You good to finish this fight with her?” he asked. Elias nodded. The ref circled his hand in the air and motioned for the two of you to fight.

Elias smirked as you let the Balor club jacket drop from your shoulders. It had barely hit the floor outside the ring before he was running towards you. He growled when you ducked out of the way. You matched his turn with a high kick to his face. He fell back into the ropes. He rubbed his chin with an impressed grin as he came back to his feet.

You continued to share blows, wearing him down, slowing him down, then speeding up to throw him off rhythm. He was taller and stronger than you, so you kept your blows to mostly kicks, using the bottom rope for an extra height jump when necessary. But he stayed on his feet. Blow after blow thundered into your torso. Your shoulders. You barely avoided one that would have laid you out. Elias stomped off with a growl.

You took his moment of thought to roll him up and keep him under you with all the weight you could.

The bell rung seconds after you released Elias from the three-count. He surged towards you again, but you rolled out under the ropes to Finn’s side. He watched as the two of you backed your way up the ramp. Chants of “Balor Club” filled the air, but you barely heard them.

Backstage you helped Finn to sit on a props box. He slumped against the wall.

“What are ya doin’ here, Y/N? You’re supposed to be home.”

“I’m trying to help out a friend, but he doesn’t seem happy to see me.”

Finn sighed. “I’m happy ta see ya and all, but I didn’t need your help tonight.”

“I know. But what you do need is someone who can help you take a little bit of a break. You’ve been non-stop trying to fight towards the title, but it keeps falling more out of reach the more tired you are.” Finn started to speak but you cut him off. “Tell me I’m wrong.” You stayed standing by his side though you wanted nothing more than to comfort him. Your arms slipped from their crossed position as Finn looked off into space.

“What am I doing here, Y/N? Since coming back, I can’t seem to keep it together long enough to be much of a threat to anybody.”

“You’re letting your conscience rule you. That was fine when we were still in training and had to be willing to talk to one another the next day, but that won’t work here.”

“I don’t wanna release the demon. Despite what I told Bray, the demon is more pow’rful than the man. I may have created ‘im out of my drive and determination, but all of that feels like it’s slippin’ away. If I lose much more, I don’t want anyone to see a weakened Demon King.” Finn’s shoulders slumped further than they were before. You breathed through the tightness in your chest seeing him carry the weight on his soul.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“You were livi’ yer life. I wanted you to be my last resort if the king failed.” Finn sighed. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I should‘ve called you.”

“Yeah, you should have. But we’re past that. Now to get you on your feet again. First, you are going to sleep. I don’t care if I have to knock you out, and you know I can.” You smiled as Finn chuckled in agreement. “In the morning I’m going to find us a place for you to get a real breakfast. Then you’re going to show me around town, relax a bit.”

“I can’t stop training.”

“I know. Trust me, the boys sent me with a list of things for you to do to get that drive and determination back. Deal?”

“What deal? What are you getting out of this?”

“I don’t have to watch my best friend get his ass kicked by people feeding off his exhaustion. And I’ll get to beat up a few of them till your back to full power. Already talked to Angle.”

“Wait, you’re comin’ to Raw? To stay?”

“Short contract. I’m here as long as you need me. And don’t think you’re gonna get rid of me before then. You’re stuck with me Balor, whether you like it or—” Finn cut off your rant with a tight hug around your waist. You rubbed up and down his back, feeling the tension ease out of them already.

“Thanks, Y/N. Really.” He pulled away and beamed up at you. “So… what do you want to see tomorrow?”

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A Night at the Theater

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A mission demands the public appearance of Bruce Wayne and yourself at a theater. The mission is quickly put to rest, which leaves you plenty of time to appreciate your husband during intermission.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader (Y/N)

Warning: SMUT, public smut, Mr./Mrs. Kink (Is that a thing, or is it just my favorite cute trope? Either way, it’s here.)

Word Count: ~1300

Note: My first Batman smut! It was fun using the different layers between Bruce and Batman and the man in-between that loves the reader. I highly recommend looking up Lysistrata; it’s a Greek comedy with humor that still translates. You can find a good online English translation here.  Please let me know if you enjoyed it with likes, comments, and reblogs. If you have any ideas for another Bruce fic, send it to me! I love challenges. And my tag lists are open. Please enjoy!

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“Here are your seats, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.” The usher pulled back the curtain in the private box to reveal two seats.

“Thank you, Robert. We’ll see you after the final curtain.” Bruce slipped the usher a tip and sat next to you.

“What’s the point of box seats, again? We can’t see half the stage?” You restrained yourself from leaning over the railing like an eager child.

“Wayne industries helped produce the show, and they want to show us off. We can come again and sit like peasants if you’d like.” Bruce’s face cracked into a grin. A real one. Not the variety that made appearances when the former playboy would make trouble.

“And Wayne industries funded a production of Lysistrata because…”

“It amuses Bruce Wayne.” He chuckled again as you shot eyebrows at him again. “The acting troupe is riddled with Music Meister’s henchmen working as techies.” Bruce tapped his earpiece and dropped his voice, “Nightwing?”

“Loud and clear. We’re in position,” you heard on your matching com.

“Good. Let me know if the missus and I have to leave early.”

“Will do. Over and out.”

Bruce took your hand as the lights flickered in the theater signaling the show was about to start. He set his public face as the lights faded out completely and the curtain parted.

Nightwing continued to check in during the first act. Even with the mission going on, you found yourself being pulled into the mission of the women in the comedic play. They all agreed to deny their husbands sex until the war between the Athenians and the Trojans was stopped. Women on both sides took the oath, much to the chagrin of the soldiers. Not half a bad idea. You found yourself laughing honestly; Bruce was doing the same. The audience broke into applause and laughter as the curtains closed on the first act. You and Bruce left the front of the box and paced the private lounge area behind the curtain.

Over the coms, you listened to the mission end as Nightwing and Damian fought off the henchmen. Meister wasn’t there, but they soon found his speakers in a back-stage storage room.

“Good job, everyone. Call me if anything happens after the police collect the Meister minions.”

“A ‘good-job’ and alliteration?” Nightwing whistled. “This play has put you in a very good mood.”

“Yes. Over and out.” Bruce tugged the com out of his ear and turned it off before dropping it his pocket. You followed suit, confused.

“Bruce?” You gasped as he pinned you to the wall. “What are you doing?”

“I’m preparing to fuck my wife,” he whispered in your ear. His hands were tight around your waist. You knew he could feel you shiver.

You licked your lips. “Oh? What gave you that idea? Surely not the play.”

“Yes, the damned play. It is humorous, but what is really getting to me is seeing you laugh for the first time in months.”

“We’ve been busy.”

Bruce’s hand dipped down to the slit in your dress, lightly running a finger over your exposed skin. “I know. Late nights where one or both of us is out doing what we do. Early mornings for our public roles.”

“Not much time for each other,” you sighed, catching on. The heat thrumming through your body started to collect between your thighs. It began to leak into your panties as Bruce hummed deeply in agreement.

“I hope you won’t make me wait ‘till all crime in Gotham is over to let me fuck you.” His eyes bored into yours. His chest caught the swell of your heightened breathing. You could never hide your tells with him. Never wanted too. “So tell me, Mrs. Wayne… how long are you going to make me wait?”

“About three seconds.”

All the women in Greece and Troy would never have been able to turn down a man like Bruce.

His fingers wove into your hair as he guided your lips to meet his. Before long, you were parting your lips for his tongue, humming in pleasure. Bruce’s hand on your thigh continued to work up under your gown. You shuddered as he grazed over your soaked panties. He kept kissing you, keeping your sounds muffled, while he dipped under the band and inserted a finger into your ready sex. He moved your skirt out of the way, baring the sight of his hand pumping in an out of you into the open. He chuckled, rightfully proud of himself.

But two could play at that game.

You reached out and lightly ran your fingers over the prominent bulge in his pants. Bruce groaned into your mouth, chuckling to match your smile.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I love you.”

“Actually, I think I have a big idea how much you love me.” You unbuckled his pants and tugged the zipper down as slowly as you could muster. Bruce growled, then whimpered as you worked your hand over his length still covered in his boxers. “If you want it, Mr. Wayne,” you breathed into his ear while easing out his manhood, “you might want to hurry before intermission ends.”

A squeak escaped your lips as Bruce lifted you settle on his hips. He moved your panties to one side and toyed the tip at your slit, eyes glittering as you stifled a whimper. You covered your mouth to silence the impending scream when he winked. Your hand was barely enough to cover up the swell of sensations as he sheathed himself in you in one thrust. You shuddered and trembled as your walls gripped him tight. Bruce rested his forehead on yours until you nodded, then began to roll his hips. If there had been more time, endless time, he would have kept this pace till you were begging for him. Instead, he began to thrust faster and harder. You knew the curtain into the house of the theater was too thin to muffle all of your cries and moans.

You didn’t care.

Spots danced in front of your eyes as Bruce twisted in just the right way to find your perfect place. He sucked down on your pulse point, heightening every pulse of pleasure. Your nails raked down the back of his suit jacket, feeling the bullet-proof vest hidden beneath his layers. His hands gripped your thighs, careful not to cut himself on the knives you always kept strapped there. His thumb grazed the band strapping the blade to your thigh.

“My dangerous beauty,” Bruce rasped. His pace began to falter. “Mine.”

Your head lolled to one side as your orgasm came crashing down. Careful of your heels, you dug your feet into the small of Bruce’s back, drawing him impossibly further into you for his release. He came silently besides panting heavily, steadying himself on the wall. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as he gave one last thrust.

The following kiss was sloppy, openmouthed, exhausted in the best way. Bruce pulled out carefully and steadied you till you could trust your legs to mostly support your weight.

You let out a deep breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. “Are you ready to see if the Greeks and Trojans ever got laid again, Mr. Wayne?”

“Yes.” He did that annoying thing where he fixed his sex-hair by running his finger through it. “Are you, Mrs. Wayne?”

“Yes.” You parted the curtain once the two of you were presentable as if nothing had happened. Coms were back online and in place by the time he guided you to your seat. You swallowed a smile as Bruce ran his hands down your shoulders. “Please silence your cell phones and please keep your hands to yourself,” you teased.

“No promises.”

The rest of the play was just as fantastic as the first act, and it inspired much more action once Bruce got you back to the manor. You might have to start asking for more such outings more often.

[If you’re interested in a more modern rendition of Lysistrata, there’s a fantastic movie on Amazon Prime entitled Chi-Raq. It’s set in modern Chicago and uses recent events in place of the ancient war. I highly recommend it. There is language and some nudity, not to mention high levels of sexual innuendo. Do not watch with anyone under the age of 18! I also love that they keep the idea of Greek plays being in verse by updating it to include rap. Check it out if you get the chance!]

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Series (3+ parts)

(S) = smut

Answered Requests:

Kevin Ford/Wither (X-Men): Touch and Sensitivity (S) Part 2: Bananas (S)

Sherlock (BBC): Knowing What She Likes (S)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural): More Than Usual 

Mojo Rawley (WWE): Flawless (Plus!Reader, S)

One Shots

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

   The Pointy End (S)

   Love Like Lightning: Part 1 (S) : Part 2

   Marvelous Night for a Rain Dance (S)

   Bullets and Cream – 007 AU (S)

   Your Mother is Going to Kill Me (fluff, implied S)

   What’s Your Favorite Position? (S)

   Simple Man (S) [Deamon!Dean: Coming Soon]

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

   Deep in the Archives (S)

   Need a Lift? ( SPN Fluff Appreciation Day 2017)

Casifer (Supernatural)

   Forbidden Fun (S)

Elliot Spencer (Leverage)

   The Lingerie Job (S)

Loki (Marvel)

    Sweet Revenge (S)

    All in a Night’s Work (S)

 Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

   Birthday Bash with a Bang (S)

   In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 : Part 2 (S)

   Feel What You Feel (S)

   Working it Out (S)

   Breathing 

   Sweetie Pie (S)

Steve Rogers (Marvel)

   Those Who Are Lonely (S)

   Dirty Lips (S)

   Just as Sweet (S)

   Scruff (S)

Red Hood (Jason Todd) (DC)

    Two Hoods, One Revenge (S)

    Supply Shop (S)

    He Needs Me 

    Midnight Run (Implied S)

Nightwing (Dick Grayson) (DC)

   Hey Bartender (Angst)

Batman (Bruce Wayne) (DC)

   A Night at the Theater (S) [Coming Soon]

Jack Gallagher (WWE)

   Snow Kisses (fluff)

   Kitchen Secrets (fluff)

Fergal Devitt / Finn Balor (WWE)

   Fright Club (fluff)

   An Alliance (fluff, wrestling violence)

Sheamus (WWE)

   The Doctor Called (fluff)

Roman Reigns (WWE)

   Such a Tease (S)

Elias Samson (WWE)

   Don’t Let Me Think Alone (family member death, fluff)

   Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets (S) 

   Jealous (S)

Sami Zayne (WWE)

    Cappuccino, Right? (Fluff) [Coming Soon!]

Neville (WWE)

   My King (S) [Coming Soon!]

Imagines

   Batfam: Imagine Thanksgiving

   Castiel: Satisfied (S)

   Cesaro (WWE): Pool Toss

Other

  Supernatural Fic-Contest Submission: A Spirit Flying Free 

  Supernatural Smut Apocalypse 2017 

  SPN Angst Appreciation Day 2017: The Pain of Return 

  Petrichor (S, Open Pairing)

A lot of [Coming Soon] fics! 

Do you guys want a definite schedule, or do you want to be surprised as they come out?

Also, I’m planning my Thanksgiving drabbles. What dinner shenanigans do you want to see with the Winchesters, the Avengers, the Bat Family, and the WWE?

Sweetie Pie

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Bucky reminisces about a favorite diner from before he was drafted. You want to bring a little bit of the past back to him.

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Food Mention, angst, fluff, SMUT, dirty talk and language, teasing

Word Count: 2400

Note: This started out as a Dean Winchester fic, but morphed into a Bucky fic. Please let me know what you think of the fic with comments, likes, and reblogs! I really appreciate them and giggle like mad when I get notifications. Please enjoy!

“I’m telling you; they had the best blackberry pie in the state.” Bucky’s eyes were brighter than you had seen them in a while. You couldn’t help but focus on the way his eyes crinkled at the sides, and how he kept licking his bottom lip.

Oh, to be that bottom lip. Snap out of it, Y/N!

You shook yourself back into focus. “A good mom and pop’s like that, it might still be there. Have you tried looking for it yet?”

He thought for a moment. “You know, I hadn’t even thought to. I haven’t been on that side of town since waking up.”

“Let’s look around and find it for dinner. Even if we don’t find it, we might discover a new hole-in-the-wall and find you a new favorite dessert.”

That afternoon, you almost ended up running your car on fumes as Bucky tried to remember where the diner was.

“What was the name again?” you asked.

“Rachel’s, I think. Or was that the name of the waitress? Maybe it was Betty’s.”

“If it’s there, we’ll find it.” You checked your GPS while pulled up to the curve. It hurt to see him struggle so much to remember, like a tightness around your heart that took your breath away. The map showed a dinner two blocks up, but it didn’t match any of Bucky’s descriptions so far. “Was it possibly ‘Hamilton Diner’?”

“That’s it!”

He was bouncing in his seat until you pulled up. It was a streamlined diner with big windows, but the paint was faded and most of the windows were boarded up. As were most of the windows in the surrounding buildings.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. Do you still want to find someplace new? There was an interesting-looking pizza place back the way we came.”

“Sure,” he said softly. He was equally as un-talkative for the rest of the night. He barely ate three slices and the ride was silent back to the tower.

You couldn’t get the diner out of your head over the next few days. Bucky seemed to have pushed it from his mind, but knowing him, it probably kept reminding him how much time was stolen from him. ‘Hamilton Diner’ sounded familiar to you, more than through his stories. Older than you knew him. So, you made a call to your grandmother.

She ended up having the best news in the world.

The mixer whined loudly as it struggled to keep up with the concoction you were making. Flour covered your working space and you were sure it was in your hair, already having decimated your black yoga pants and one of Bucky’s shirts. The dough you were making on the counter was super sticky in a way that didn’t feel right, but you kept on; there was no time to fix the problem.

“What’s this?” Bucky leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen and chuckled at your appearance.

“You’re not supposed to be home yet.” With a sigh you turned off the mixer, but not before a blob spun out and landed on your nose. You ignored it for the time being and went back to working the dough. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“I’ve seen you bake before, and it never gets old to see how messy you can make our kitchen.” He stepped between you and the mixer and took out the extension.

“Hey, don’t lick the…” Too late.

“It was either you or the beater, sweetheart.” His smile sent heat pooling to your stomach, but you pressed on with your story.

“I called my grandmother the other night, Grandma Rachel, and made a few connections. She worked at a diner in the area for a while, and found out last night that it was the Hamilton Diner.” The dough felt less sticky as you rolled it with a flour laden rolling pin. “She took some recipes with her when she left and I thought… maybe… just maybe, one of them would be the pie we were looking for yesterday.”

Bucky’s hands laid over yours as he came to stand behind you. “You’re baking me a pie? From Hamilton Diner?” Your breath hitched as his hands eased away to wrap around your waist. “Can I help?”

By the time the pie was in the oven the kitchen was a mess. A flour war may or may not have happened, and you were sure that you looked ghostly having lost. You couldn’t help running your tongue across your bottom lip as Bucky swayed side to side to the 40’s music station you found. He swept the stuck-on dough and other disaster piles off the counter, rubbing some places harder than others as needed making his arms bulge in delicious ways. You finished drying the mixing bowl and put it away, needing to stretch to your tiptoes to put it on the shelf. When you turned around, Bucky was there to kiss your forehead. He chuckled as he blew some flour from your hair.

“You still got somethin’ on ya…um,” he tapped his nose and with a start you remembered the blob of filling from earlier. You moved grab a washcloth, but Bucky beat you to the task by licking your nose.

“Hey!” you giggled as he continued to lick and kiss across your cheeks down to your mouth, ‘cleaning’ your face while using his washcloth to get anything else.

He hummed in delight. “You taste like blackberries.”

“No taste-testing till the pie’s ready. Come on, we’ve got some time.” You led him to the couch and curled against him as you grabbed your book. Bucky read over your shoulder, tapping your thumb on the page when he reached the bottom. Eventually, fell asleep and he stopped tapping. You marked the page with his bookmark and kept reading while you waited for the oven to alert you the pie was done. Bucky woke before then, inhaling deeply the scent of fruit and goldening crust as it filled the apartment.

You made it to the oven mitts first, laughing when Bucky dramatically opened the oven door for you.

“It looks perfect, Y/N,” Bucky said as you sat it on the counter.

“Hmm. But does it taste good? I’ve never made this recipe before.” You laid it on the cooling rack as Bucky turned off the oven.

“It tasted fine when I licked the filling off you earlier.” He grinned as you stuck your tongue out at him. “You know, the pie’s going to need a few minutes to cool down.” Bucky stepped closer, pinning you to the counter. He removed the mitts from your hands, kissing across your knuckles and leading you towards the bedroom.

“You don’t want to eat it while it’s hot?” You sat on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“That’s what the invention of the microwave is for. I’ve waited this long, I can wait for a little bit more. But for you, I can never wait.” He crashed his lips into yours, the morning’s teasing replaced with passion and fire and a haste like he was starving for you. His hard length rolled against your clothed sex, making you gasp. Bucky continued to roll his hips until you were panting and his jeans were glistening in two places from both your arousals. Your stomach muscles contracted as he snarled in your ear and pulled you down harder into his lap.

“Buck-“

“You like riding me, sweetheart? Hungry for my cock yet?”

“Yes. Please, James.”

He pushed you off him to lay on your back with your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. You watched over your stomach as he pulled his belt out of the loops in one tug and threw it across the room. His shirt that you had borrowed for the morning flew across the room as you threw it off you. His eyes greedily took in the sight of your bare breasts. He tapped his jeans button for a second deep in thought, watching you lick your lips, then reached down and tugged your pants and panties down your legs. He sank to his knees between your legs and pinned your hips to the bed.

“I think I’m going to taste you first.” He chuckled as you groaned with impatience. You were easy to silence with the distraction of feeling him run a metal finger up through your slick and then watching him suck it into his mouth. He hummed and closed his eyes; when they opened his pupils nearly eclipsed his irises. Bucky growled and shoved his face into your heat. He lapped and sucked, his metal finger playing inside of you the whole time. His flesh arm stayed stretched across your hips preventing you from bucking and writing away from him. He leaned back and smiled, watching your face contort in pleasure and your eyes plead.

“Please, James, don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping.” He leaned forward and hummed into your sex, “I’m not leaving this spot until you scream and gush for me.” Bucky buried two fingers into you and chuckled. You made eye contact with him one more time before you arched. His fingers began vibrating and curling, then circling around the inside of your lips so he could stimulate every bit of your walls. He sucked down on your clit, making you cry out. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth fell open as the vibrating pushed you over the ravine of pleasure. Bucky loudly slurped up your release. He rubbed the tops of your trembling thighs until they stopped shivering. You heard his clothes drop to the floor and then felt the bed dip as he crawled up your body to suck on your neck.

“You taste so wonderful, Y/N.” His head dipped to place open-mouthed kisses on your breasts. He chuckled against your skin as you reached down and stroked his cock, twirling your thumb over the tip. Bucky grabbed both your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand. “Naughty.”

“Always,” you smirked. You whined when Bucky sucked your nipples and blew cold air across them. He was so good at making you writhe under him that you didn’t notice him lining himself up with your entrance until he was sinking in an inch at a time. You lost the ability to breathe until he bottomed out. His chest inflated against yours as he also struggled to find oxygen and his head fell into the sheets over your shoulder. You grinned down at him and flexed your walls around his length, making him curse in Russian. A second later his eyes bored into yours.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”

Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head as you rolled your hips to move yourself up and down his length. He grunted and flexed his arms to keep from moving in time with you, denying you pleasure. But at the same time, denying it to himself. You knew what to do to spur him on.

“Please James, fuck me like only you can. I want to feel your cock fill me up, want to be sore in the morning. You feel so good. So thick and perfect. Please, James. James!”

He finally met your thrust. If he didn’t have such a strong grip on your wrists and then your waist, you would have slid up the bed with how hard he was pounding into you. You were going to be sore this afternoon, much more in the morning.

The air was thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and with the scent of both of your sweats and arousals. Bucky’s skin gleamed above you, as much as you could see through your fluttering eyelashes. Your screams of pleasure were sinking into small cries increasingly higher in pitch with each thrust. Bucky released your wrists so you could wrap them around his shoulders. He wrapped his arms behind the small of your back and pulled you deeper into him. His abs rubbed against your stomach and his V against your clit. You careened over the edge with a silent whimper. Bucky gave and animalistic groan as your orgasming walls gripped his cock and pulled him into release with you. Your hips bucked wildly as his cum coated your walls.

Bucky fell slightly to one side so as not to crush you beneath him. A few breaths later he rolled onto his back and pulled you to lay on his heaving chest. Your fingers lightly traced between his muscles as your eyes drooped. You would have fallen asleep if Bucky hadn’t rumbled beneath you.

“We still have pie.”

You laughed. “One track mind.” You struggled to stand at the edge of the bed on wobbly legs. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly as he handed you one of his shirts, a button-up with the buttons missing and long enough to cover the back of your thighs.

In the kitchen, he kissed the top of your head while you cut two slices. You tugged the plate away from his hand at the last second and asked, “You don’t want to take it to the tower to share with the team?”

Bucky shot you a glare that would have sent the toughest Hydra agent screaming in fear. You giggled and handed him his plate in exchange for a fork. The pie was perfectly warm and it melted in your mouth with each bite. You finished your smaller slice first and leaned against the counter to look at Bucky.

“Since when can your fingers vibrate?”

“I challenged Tony to an upgrade,” he said between bites, “convinced him I didn’t think he could do it. He didn’t ask why; just completed the challenge in two hours and danced around his workshop like he’d won the Nobel prize.”

“Hate to break it to him, but you’re the genius.” You leaned forward to kiss him, but wrapped your lips around his fork instead, stealing his next bite of pie.

“Watch it, sweetheart.”

“Or what?” You dragged your finger around your plate and licked off the escaped filling.

Bucky grinned back softly until his eyes darkened promisingly and he cupped your sex. His thumb vibrated against your still-sensitive clit. “Or I’ll finish what I started.”

At the next available chance, you stole another bite off his fork.

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Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets

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The reader and Elias are married and ready to enjoy their first night as man and wife, but a few things get in the way first.

Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: food mention, SMUT, fluff, language, teasing, dirty talk/praise, slight over stimulation

Word Count: ~1690

Note: Heads up, I got butterflies just writing this. And blushed. And I hope you guys like it. In theory, there could be a part two to this; let me know if you’d be interested. Please like and reblog and leave comments if you enjoyed reading it! 

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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.

“Goodnight, Mr. Samson.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Samson.”

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