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The reader is teaming up with Mustafa Ali for a match, but Elias doesn’t like how handsy the cruiserweight is. The Drifter takes the reader to a dark corner to remind her who completes her best.

Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader (Y/N), appearances by Mustafa Ali and Alexa Bliss

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, threat of being seen, slight dom!Elias, oral (male & female receiving), dirty talk + name calling, language

Word Count: ~1920

Note: It is still my opinion that there is not enough Elias smut. So here is another fic for your pleasure. Please let me know if you enjoyed it with likes, comments, and reblogs. If you have an idea for an Elias fic (or for any WWE, Supernatural, Marvel, or DC character) send me a request! My tag lists are open. Again, thank you guys so much. Please enjoy!

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“Okay, when you jump, make sure to keep your feet together.” Mustafa Ali’s voice sounded far away even though he was standing right behind you. But he had his feet on the canvas; yours were balancing precariously on the ropes. “Jump when you’re ready. I’ll catch you.”

“Jump. Right,” you mumbled. You always hated backflips. And jumping into unknown airspace in general. “Just jump?”

“And I’ll catch you. You’ve got this.”

With a final deep breath, you bent your knees to the proper tension level. Then you hopped from one rope to the other before launching yourself in the air to form Mustafa’s Spanish Springboard flip. You planked where he would usually grab his opponent so his arms could catch your waist. Seconds after he caught you, he tossed you again to flip you so he could hold you bridal-style.

“See! That was fantastic. When we face Sasha and Swann we’re sure to win.”

“I’ll agree with you when my legs stop feeling like jello. Thanks for stepping up to help with Sasha. She knew I don’t really know anyone in the cruiserweights and thought I’d back down if she teamed up with Swann. Management wouldn’t let Elias help.”

“No problem. I’m glad to help.”

You couldn’t help but notice how close his face was. Almost nose to nose. “You can put me down now.”

Mustafa blinked a few times. “Oh. Sure.” He gently dropped your feet and kept his hand on the small of your back till you were steady. “Do you want to try again, or…”

“Maybe later. I’m meeting up with Alexa in catering.” You exited the ring and grabbed your stuff. “Thanks for the lesson, Mustafa.” You didn’t stay to hear his reply. Maybe if you had you would have noticed the familiar figure in the shadows of the arena watching the whole thing.

After changing into some sweats and a tank top you grabbed some food with Alexa. She was excited for your visitor match on 205 but not so much with your Springboard lesson.

“Does Elias know this happened? Is he the jealous type?”

“Not really. He knows I’d never leave him, so there’s really no point for him to be jealous.”

Alexa shrugged and the conversation moved on the other topics. You didn’t think anything of hearing Elias’s footsteps behind you, or when his arm wrapped around your waist.

You did gasp in surprise when he lifted you out of your chair and threw you over his shoulder.

“Elias! What are you doing? Where are we going?” Question after question fell from your lips but he remained as silent as ever.

“Do you need some help?” Alexa asked with a smile.

“I don’t think so. But I’ll let you know!” you called as Elias rounded a corner.

He didn’t say a word as he carried you through what seemed to be the most populated and busy places of the arena tunnels. You even passed Mustafa at one point; he looked up at you sheepishly before avoiding your gaze. The hallways got darker and people became less frequent. Finally, he stopped in a corner with a broken light. He slapped your ass before dropping you to your feet.

“Now are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You rubbed your backside as it tingled from his rough touch. Rough, but infuriatingly arousing. You hoped this was going where it seemed to be going.

“How much did he touch you?” Elias’s voice sent heat pooling in your stomach. You had to wet your lips to reply.

“Not much. He had to catch me a few times. In theory that’s not going to happen anymore if you’re worried about it.” Maybe if you… you hummed as you lightly ran your fingers over his crossed arms. “Are you jealous?” You squeaked as his arms suddenly caged you between him and the wall. Perfect.

“I don’t know,” he rumbled, “do I need to be jealous?” Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in to ghost his lips over your ear, his tongue darting out to lick the shell.

“Never, Elias.” Your resolve slipped and you turned your head to catch him in a kiss. Instead, he backed away with a grin, licking his lips as you whined.

“Easy with the music, sweetheart. Someone could walk this way any minute. And I am not sharing.”

With a nod of his head and a moan from you, you sank to your knees before him. Elias stepped back a bit and smirked down at you as he loudly unclasped his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down his hips. You couldn’t help but grin as he brought his cock closer to your lips. They parted without further prompting.

You flicked your tongue out to lave over his tip, then sloppily kissed your way up and down his length. A low groan escaped his lips as you began to swallow your way further and further. Taking a moment to control your gag reflex, you took him deeper into your throat and hummed. Elias’s hand shot to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly. He didn’t add pressure to your bobbing but reminded you who was in control. His hips bucked, forcing his tip into the back of your throat. He eased out before you could gag. Elias slowly worked his cock back past your lips once you had taken a few solid breaths. You relaxed your jaw as he began to roll his hips. You ran your tongue along his underside and brought your hand up to toy with his balls. The taste of his precum spread through your mouth, making you smile around his length. You watched his face contort in bliss and listened to his strained groans and grunts.

Your panties were wet and seeping into your sweatpants. You drummed your fingers on Elias’s thighs to keep them from wandering down to please yourself. If you were good, the wait would be worth it.

Between hollowing your cheeks and humming in pleasure as his cock worked through your lips, you felt his length give an extra twitch. His hips stopped moving and his fingers pulled back on your hair. You let him go with a satisfying pop. Elias’s face was flushed; his eyes gleamed down at you above his heaving chest.

Elias tugged you to your feet by your shoulders. He wrapped his fingers tightly in your hair as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. “Hmm, you taste like… mine.” You moaned into his mouth, ignorant of where his hands were moving till one dipped into your ring gear and fingers ran over the dampness of your panties. He rested his head on your forehead. “So wet for me? And you didn’t touch yourself the whole time?”

“No. No, sir.” Your heart skipped a beat as Elias’s eyebrow hitched. You had never called him that before. Then he smirked.

“Good girl.”

A thrill shot through you and you melted into his arms. The next thing you knew, your sweats and panties were on the floor. You barely had time to step out of them before Elias was hoisting you over his shoulders and burying his face into your heat. You slapped your hand over your face to muffle the cries of pleasure as he breathed warm air onto your pussy and then began to dip his tongue into your hole. Before long, your body was shiny with sweat and your blood raced through your veins so hot you shivered. Elias didn’t stop as you threaded your fingers through his hair and steadied yourself against the wall.

“You taste so good, Y/N. Better than a melody.” He sucked on your clit, chuckling as your hips ground onto his face. “Come when you are ready, but I want to hear you. Hold nothing back.” Elias growled low one more time, then inserted two fingers into you and continued to lap at your gushing slick. He moaned as your thighs tightened around his head. He worked faster, harder, moving and staying in just the right places in time with your sounds. Your throat was sore from holding back your cries; you let them loose, mangled as they were, like he told you.

His fingers curled into your perfect spot, sending you crashing over the edge. The sensations buzzed through you. Your thighs quaked around his head. Your hips bucked into his face as Elias worked you down from the high. He lowered you to rest on his hips, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. He kissed your closed eyelids.

“Do you have one more in you?”

You could feel his length trapped between your torsos. Looking down, his tip was an angry red and still weeping from sucking him off. You nodded and wiggled your hips attempting to sink down on him. Elias pulled you up close to his face.

“Eager?”

“For you? Always.”

His face brightened into a rare smile. He crashed his lips into yours, working his tongue into your mouth as he slowly eased you down his length. His hands gripped under your ass, guiding you up and down till he was fully sheathed. Elias steadied himself on the wall, slightly crushing you under his weight. His hips refused to move till you constricted your legs around his waist and tightened your walls around his length. He gave a few test thrusts, then he was relentless.

The dark hallway echoed with the sound of his flesh snapping up to meet yours, with the sound of your high-pitched moans, and with his grunts and growls. Your lungs rushed to keep up. Elias gritted his teeth and gripped your ass harder. There would be bruises; you welcomed them. Elias leaned his head down next to your ear.

“You gonna come on my cock like the slut you are? No one fills you like I do. No one gets to touch you like I do. Feel you. Kiss you. Your skin is for my fingertips alone.” His voice cracked and he pistoned his hips faster than you thought possible.

“Only yours, Elias. Only… oh, I’m gonna… please, Elias. Right there.” You bit down on his shoulder to silence your scream as he twisted his hips until he found the place that made your toes curl, your back arch, and your body shiver. Your fingers dug half-moons into his shoulders as he chased his release, prolonging yours.

Elias’s hips faltered, then stilled as rope after rope coated your walls. His strong arms held onto you till you had the strength to stand on your own feet. You ran your fingertips over the mark where you bit him, giving him a worried look.

“I like it,” he said. “Marks me as yours.” He kissed your forehead and gave you his arm to lean on to put your sweatpants back on. Once you were clothed, he pinned you to the wall with his chest. “And my mark is dribbling down your leg. Go grab your stuff so we can go back to the hotel. I want to take my time with you. Don’t make me go in there to get you or it could get,” he shoved his hand under the band of your sweats and thumbed at your sensitive clit, “messy.”

He stepped out of the way and watched as you ran off like a shot. While you would never purposely make him jealous, you couldn’t argue with the results.

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Bullets and Cream

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Agent Dean Winchester and Y/N celebrate a completed mission with a steamy night in.

Pairing: 007Agent!Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Action violence, SMUT, blindfold, slight Dom!Dean, little bit of spanking, oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 1700

Note: Whew. After that season finale, I needed a happy Dean. We all do. Please let me know how you like this by commenting, liking, or reblogging, or all three!

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He rolled as the wood paneling exploded above his shoulder. Half an inch lower and Dean wouldn’t have a shoulder.

Dean Winchester. 007. Agent.

You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact you were working with him.

“Y/N, it’s getting tight in here. Type faster.”

“Trying.” Your fingers flew across the keys as you watched the green script appear on the screen.

In and out, he said. Hack an email. Simple, he said. 007 said a lot of things.

“You ready, Q?” you asked the coms.

Sam’s voice crackled in your ear, “send it through.”

You tapped the enter key and the text spiraled down into the secure link you coded in.

“Got it. Now get out of there.”

“Yes, sir,” Dean echoed with you. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the side exit. The bookshelf slid shut behind you just as the enemy operatives rushed the room. You could hear them scrambling to find the latch as Dean pulled you out into the night.

At the safe house, Dean’s keys clattered into the alcove bowl then he took your stealth coat. You smirked at him as you unlaced your boots and he shed his mission gear.

“I don’t see how you get around so conspicuously in that car, Winchester.” The Impala was beautiful, but it seemed to attract a lot of eyes rolling through town.

“Sometimes the best place to hide is in plain sight, sweetheart.”

Both of you flopped onto the couch and let out heavy sighs. You were content to close your eyes and breath slowly till maybe you fell asleep. Forget the coms on the coffee table and leave the paperwork till morning. Dean’s fingers had another plan. You grinned as they feathered up your bare arm.

“Not back for five minutes and you’re already trying to seduce me.” The couch’s fabric was cool on your face as you turned to look at him. His lips parted as his tongue darted out to wet them. Freckles danced across his face and his afternoon stubble coming in.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Nothing.” You averted your gaze to the window as rain began to beat against it. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something incredibly sinful.”

Your eyes darted to his and found them lust-blown. The mixture of the storm outside and your quickened blood pounded in your ears as your breath began to come out in short bursts. Your skin prickled with a sudden chill, even as you felt a rush of warmth all over. After a shuddered breath, you leaned close to him and put your hand on his chest.

“Show me.”

You were expecting him to push you into the pillows of the couch. You were expecting his lips to latch onto yours. His hands everywhere. Clothing to be removed hastily. But none of that happened.

Instead, he reached up and loosened his tie before pulling it from around his neck.

“Do you trust me?”

Agent instincts kicked in. Dark rumors rushed in. You considered telling him no. But knowing him, if he wanted you dead, you would be. Blindfolded or not.

“Yes.”

Dean helped you stand and held the tie over your eyes without tying it. With one hand in yours, he led you through the safehouse, murmuring commands so you wouldn’t stub your toes. Light stopped seeping in over the edges of the tie. There was a moment where you couldn’t sense anything except his hand holding the tie behind your head, then he let it drop.

“I requested it specially in hopes that the mission would end well,” he said.

In front of you was a low four-post bed draped with dark, soft fabric. The cloth swayed in the breeze coming in through the seemingly open windows. Safe house smoke and mirrors, but effective. You walked to one corner, swaying your hips a little more than usual. It was unnecessary as Dean caught your wrist in his tie before you got too far.

“So, it’s going to be one of those nights, is it?” you asked cheekily. Dean hummed in agreement and brought your wrists together behind you around the post, securing them with his tie. He breathed hot air over your lips and backed away. You watched hungrily as he shed his holster and his shirt. You hoped he would let you lick your way up that soft stomach one day. Those thoughts changed as he pulled his belt out in one sweep. Dean let his pants fall and stepped closer to you clad in only his straining compression shorts.

Electric shocks coursed through you as he finally pressed his mouth against yours. It was rough. Starved. More intense without the option to touch him. You whimpered as his evening stubble scratched your cheek while he nibbled on your ear. His hands squeezed your hips before reached back to cup your ass. He pulled you closer, pressing his hardening length into your clothed stomach.

“What if I said no coming till I said so tonight?”

You pulled away from him with a groan and a pout. “But I did everything right.”

“You were a little slow with the coding.”

“Next time you can code, and I’ll shoot the bad guys…” you gasped and rested your head on his chest as he slapped your ass. When you caught your breath, you looked up to see his arched eyebrow. He rubbed the ache away but kept staring at you till you made a decision. Either way, you were going to have a good night. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. If your arms start to hurt, let me know, and we’ll figure something else out.”

He pushed you down till you were eye-level with his pelvis. He worked his thumbs inside the hem of the shorts and inched them down till his cock sprang forth.

You didn’t wait for a command. The salty taste of his precum made you hum around his head. Dean stifled a groan as you began to bob up and down his length, taking him deeper little by little. With a final deep breath, you pushed as far as you could go before your gag reflex would take over. Dean braced one hand on the post and the other behind your head. He gave a shout as you alternated sucking and hollowing your cheeks around him. His hips jerked, following your mouth as you backed off, running your tongue along his vein. You pulled off with a pop and a wink. Before you could move to start again, Dean pulled you to your feet.

“Enough.” He winked back. “My turn.”

With a tug, your wrists were released. He rubbed the ache out of your shoulders and wrists while peppering kisses along your jawline. His hands rubbed their way to your chest and down your front, pulling the fabric up and over your head before unclasping your bra. Your own hands worked to get off the stealth pants, but they hugged your thighs too much for you to remove them by yourself. You fell with a giggle onto the bed as Dean pushed you down. He tugged on them and your panties till he could throw them on the floor, then pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed. He ran a finger up your slit, making you shiver. You watched as he licked away the slick.

He leaned over you and whispered in your ear, “Remember, don’t come.” Dean tossed you further up the bed before following you. He laid in front of your parted legs, grinning like a proud panther. You weren’t sure if you were the cream or the canary. Dean gave a delighted hum as he ran his tongue up your slit.

Cream then.

Your hips bucked as Dean began to lap and suck and pull every moan from your lips. He splayed a warm hand over your abdomen, pinning you into the sheets. His teeth grazed your clit and you out let out a mangled cry. A finger began to work in and out of you as he continued to suck and kiss your clit.

Release was right there. You could feel it building.

Dean laughed into your heat before pulling away. Your legs quaked as he crawled up your body, planting open-mouthed kisses up your stomach and over your breasts and up the side of your throat. You were so sensitive you could feel him throbbing against your stomach. Your eyes fluttered shut as you panted.

“Y/N. Look at me.” Dean tilted your chin up as you forced your eyes open. “Can you hang on a little longer?”

“Yes,” you croaked.

You gasped as Dean began to work himself into you an inch at a time. Again, he pinned you down, keeping you from speeding up the process. You both gave a soft ‘umpf’ as he bottomed out. Your walls contracted around him, making him shiver and growl.

Then he let loose.

Breathless gasping gave way to cries of pleasure as Dean thundered into you. The earlier spiral that had faded into a dull ache came back in full force. You focused on how tight he was holding your hips to keep from coming. There wasn’t air enough to beg.

“Come, Y/N,” Dean grunted at last, “come for me.”

He twisted his hips till your cries heightened in pitch. You clawed at his shoulders as he continued to ram your g-spot. With a final guttural cry, your muscles relaxed throughout your body. You were flying, soaring. Dean kept going till his grunts faltered with his hips. His hot cum coated your walls, jolting another spasm through them again.

The bed was suddenly cold when Dean got up. He came back with a towel to clean you up, then again with a glass of water. You could barely keep your eyes open to drink.

“Here’s to another mission well done, 007.”

Dean leaned in to nuzzle your noses together. “And here’s to many more celebrations, Agent Y/L/N.”

He guided you under the sheets and wriggled close till your back was flush with his chest.

The morning would bring another mission, but for tonight, Dean “007” Winchester was all yours.

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