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Never Again

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The Reader meets a man at a bar, who then proceeds to rescue her from a vampire. How can she ever repay him?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, vampire (beheading), SMUT, oral (female receiving) angst

Word Count: 1560

Note: Simple indulgence smut. Written for pre-series Dean when he was still hunting with John. Wrote pretty much all of this just for the ending. Sorry, not sorry. Tags and requests open, as always. Enojy!

At a first glance, the man at the other end of the bar was good looking. With a second, he had upgraded to hot. And with a third, combined with his flirting and rumbling voice… he was downright sinful.

“And does the mysterious man have a name?” you asked, finishing your drink.

“Dean. May I ask for yours?”

“Y/N.”

Dean noticed your lack of drink and ran his fingers over yours curled around the glass. “Can I refill that for you?” He was shoulder to shoulder with you now, radiating heat and smelling like oil and something woodsy. He smirked as you snapped out of staring.

“Actually-“

He dropped into a poorly-masked frown.

“I had been hoping to go home. Can you make sure I get there safe?” You looked up at him, cursing under your breath at how his green eyes glowed. And realized how jealous you were of his eyelashes.

“Sure thing.” Like a gentleman, he offered his arm and opened the door for you. Home was within walking distance, but you couldn’t say no to his sleek black ride that purred so beautifully. He pulled up to your place and was about to go leave to get your door, but you stopped by placing your hand on his bicep. Damn, even that felt perfect.

You licked your lips. “I don’t want to say goodnight just yet.”

Dean turned in the seat to face more towards you. “Okay, sweetheart.” He scooted closer and started to lightly trace his fingers up and down your arm. You shivered but angled to him more of your neck so he could continue feather-like over your sweet spot and throat. His touch drifted to your chin, and then his thumb was brushing over your bottom lip. He swallowed hard when your tongue darted out to lick it. You were about to suck it into your mouth when he stiffened up and started to grab something in the back seat.

“What-“

“Stay here.” He cursed as his door creaked loudly. Then he was gone, leaving you in the silence.

It was hard to breathe. Your skin, once prickled with desire, was now prickled with apprehension. Had he grabbed a knife? It couldn’t have been; it was too big. You peeked out the window, hoping to see Dean. From the darkness on the driver’s side to the buildings across the street you didn’t see him.

Instead, you saw a figure standing boldly under a street lamp. And he was looking right at you.

As you screamed, he crossed the street faster than you could process. He came to a stop outside the car, grinning at you. The scream died in your throat as more teeth descended from his gums.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?”

The man… monster turned to look towards the voice. There was a flash of metal and the sound akin to a sharp knife through fruit. Then it didn’t have a head anymore.

Your vision blurred but didn’t go out. Like a movie running on half-speed, you watched Dean drag the body into the darkness of the woods. A few minutes later, an older man showed up and waved Dean away. He came and helped you out of the car and into your home, bolting the door in every way available.

“I knew I missed one, dammit,” he mumbled. “Hope there wasn’t time to turn anyone. No, he was coming for her… because I…” Dean turned and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I put-“

You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. He was too shocked at first to reciprocate, but when he did… he did. His arms tightened around you as your knees wobbled. Soon, your back was against the wall and he was moaning into your mouth. Panting, you both broke away for oxygen.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Shivering, you pressed yourself into his chest. Dean rubbed your back, easing everything inside of you that felt like it was flying apart. Once you had moderate control again, you sighed. “So… vampires are real. And they have a heck of a lot more teeth than Dracula.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that was the last one-“

“Pretty sure?”

“-but I can leave you my number so you can call if you see anything.” He broke off with a grunt as you pulled out his phone yourself, brushing against his bulge, and typed in your number.

“There. Now when you call me, I can call you.”

“Perfect.” His gaze dipped to your lips, but he hesitated.

You ran your hands under his shirt, mentally thanking whoever made him for their hard work. “Please, Dean. I wanted you before. Now I really want you. I should be terrified right now, but instead, I feel absolutely safe. Here. With you.” Your eyes closed as his thumb ran over your bottom lip again. “Please.”

The kiss he replied with was gentle at first. Then as you gave access to his tongue, it turned hungry. You couldn’t feel enough of him and frantically helped him shed his shirt. He couldn’t taste enough of you, so he helped you out of your clothes too and nipped, and sucked, and licked his way across your body. Your collarbone. Your neck, sucking a dark mark there. Biting the tops of your breasts before laving over your nipples. Then down, down, down your stomach to the top of your jeans. He removed those too. And your lacy black panties after he’d appreciated them.

He groaned against your thighs as you gripped at his hair. Dean continued humming and making sounds that vibrated against your sex. When he curled two fingers into you, he found you slick to the point of dripping. His green eyes caught yours one more time, then he focused on making you scream. Soon, you had a leg tossed over his shoulder and a sore throat. Your supporting knee shook, ready to give out. So, Dean tossed that leg over his shoulder too, pinning you to the wall and bruising you with his grip. He sucked and lapped noisily at your sex, chuckling with pride as a light bite at your clit sent your eyes rolling in your head and your body to quaking.

The world shifted. Dean carried you to your room, needing only a few directions, and then laid you on your bed. Weakly, you reached for his belt buckle. He unhooked it for you, and let it drop with his boxers. Was there anything about this man that didn’t make you want to drool? Nope. Not one inch of him.

“Protection?”

“I’m on the pill.”

Dean crawled over you, capturing your lips once more. Desperately, you angled your body up trying to feel him. His hands pinned your hips to the bed before he began to fill you. One earth-shattering inch at a time. You clawed at his back as he bottomed out. He hissed with your nails in his skin and your walls gripping his cock. When they were fluttering less, he slowly eased back and forth, creating an easy rhythm that was still plenty to take your breath away. Still. You needed more.

“Dean, please-“ you did your best to thrust faster than him, urging him and whining. Your body shuddered and stiffened as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were at a risk of pushing you up the bed, so he pulled you to the edge and stood. With his hands strongly gripping your hips, all you could do was cry out with each pull of your body onto his.

He faltered, heaving to catch his breath. “You feel so good, baby. Come for me, please?” He pulled you down harder, twisting and angling his hips. Though his eyes were closed and his brow was creased, he beamed as you screamed when he found the place he was looking for. He continued to spear that spot until your body had nearly turned to jello. “Just a bit longer, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”

“In me. Come inside me, Dean.”

With a high pitched growl, he did a few thrusts later.

You were still trying to unblur your vision while he massaged your hips. He found the bathroom and a towel he could run under warm water so he could clean you up. Before he could do more, you pulled him into the bed with you, giggling as it took some effort to get under the covers. He fell asleep before you did. Not that you cared. His body was warm where you laid on top of it. But you did have to pinch his nose a bit to get through the light snoring.

Sleep came while you were thinking what it was going to be like waking up next to him.

***

In the morning, the bed was empty beside you. On the kitchen counter, you found a hastily written note.

Y/N, I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye, but something came up with family and I had to run. When I find my dad, I’ll come back. – D

For weeks you waited for a call. Months later, your lease was coming to an end, and you thought about staying for another year. But life was calling.

You never saw him again.

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Family Found Part 27: Powerhouses

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The captains are decided for the Raw teams through a new system that the reader designed. One more challenge is issued for Survivor Series that puts the reader’s personal feelings on the line.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst

Word Count: 2120

Note: The last pieces are in place for Survivor Series. And for the record, I had determined my version of the Smackdown women’s team almost two months ago. It made me giddy that I was so close, give or take Naomi since I’ve got her in a different match. Please let me know how you are liking the series. The tag list is open, all of them in fact, and so are my requests. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 26: Missing

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Monday Night Raw – November 12, 2018

You walked out to the ring, smiling and bobbing your head along with your music. It took a minute to compose your self as you kept laughing. “So… Tuesday night was fun.” You giggled again. “I certainly learned a few things about how the blue brand runs a bit differently than we do. A lot of things learned, nothing lost. All in all, a profitable evening.”

It was impossible not to smile, even though you tried to descend into full manager mode. “Yet, the show must go on. Tonight is the last night before Summer Slam-“ The crowd laughed and you dropped your head with a sigh. “I just knew I was going to do that at least once. Now I do have to say the thing.” You took a deep breath. “Survivor Series is the one time of the year where Raw and Smackdown superstars go head to head.”

The Titantron lit up with the video of the Raw teammates. “On the guy’s team for Raw, there is Drew McIntyre, Elias, Bobby Roode, Dean Ambrose, and Baron Corbin. For the women’s team, Ember Moon, Nia Jax, Ruby Riott, Sasha Banks, and replacing Alexa due to injury, Alicia Fox. Would all of the team superstars come out here please?” As they filed down the ramp, you noticed one was missing. “You too, Baron.” He came out a minute later with a scowl.

As soon as they were all in the ring, you took to arranging them in pairs. “To figure out the captains this year, we’re doing something a little different.” You turned back to the crowd. “How many of you watch the Mixed Match Challenge on Facebook on Tuesday nights?” After the response, you nodded your head, impressed. “Cool. The following match is going to be something like that, except anybody can hit anybody. Preferably not your teammate. Well, except to tag them in, because you’ll have to. One team tagging in an opposite gender teammate will not automatically tag in all the others of the same gender. An actual tag will have to be made. The winning pair will be our male and female captains. Does everyone understand this?”

Alicia tentatively raised her hand and whispered you a question.

“No, you cannot change your partner. This match is also a test. A great captain has to be able to take whatever strategies are thrown at them. And they have to be able to work with the team that forms, despite any personal issue between members. So, no one can blame they didn’t make captain because of who ‘they got stuck with.’” Alicia frowned at first, but took a double take at Elias, her partner, and shrugged before sliding up close to him.

The match started soon after you left the ring. Each pairing had been built in a way you hoped would show off everybody’s strengths. Sasha was with Bobby, Ruby with Baron, Nia with Drew, and Ember with Dean. And of course, Alicia with Elias, who was a little unsure what to make of the whole thing.

Issues started off early when Nia and Drew missed getting a corner. Five teams and only four corners. Oops. She was able to keep him calm enough to negotiate sharing a corner with Sasha and Bobby. The guys stayed on opposite ends from each other. And it was amusing to watch how many pairs used rock-paper-scissors to determine who got to fight first. Ruby just took her chance, leaving Baron fuming. Nia, Bobby, Elias, and Dean joined her.

You were impressed. The entire match, there was never a time when there was all guys or all women tagged in at the same time. Baron was unfortunate to be the only guy in the ring one time. For the rest of the match after that, the men aggressively tagged in and out, trying to single out their fellow sex so they too could get tossed through the ropes by the ladies. The crowd was definitely enjoying it. The temporary alliances came out to be great team-building moments. And great tip-of-your-toes thinking when they fell apart.

In the end, Ember’s Total Eclipse took Ruby to the canvas, and everybody else was too exhausted to intercede. Dean bounced into the ring to congratulate her, then froze as she started congratulating him. They were going to be the captains of their teams.

A fact that seemed to hit Dean like a ton of bricks as the ref raised their hands in the air.

***

Tyler Breeze and Fandango waltzed into the view of their camera crew in a blinding display of matching blue sequined officer uniforms and matching aviators.

“Officer ‘Dango, reporting for duty.”

“Officer Breeze, reporting for duty.” They both saluted.

Fandango pointed at the lens. “We heard your challenge, R-Truth and Tye Dillinger. And we accept.”

“Well,” Tyler gently patted his partner’s chest, “I accept the challenge for the match. ‘Dango’s accepted the challenge to be in my corner at Survivor Series.”

“Sling or no sling, we’re going to win a… a win for Raw.”

Tyler dropped his voice. “Dango… you’re not in the match. You’re not cleared to compete.”

He readjusted his glasses and hat and tried again. “Sling or no sling… Breeze is going to win a win for Raw.”

“Close enough,” Tyler muttered. “We’ll see you at Survivor Series, Artie.”

“Artie?” Fandango’s brow scrunched as Tyler pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket. He spelled out what was written. “R. Tie. I thought his name was Tye?”

Tyler shook his head. “You right, you right. We’ll see you at Survivor Series, R-Tye. No, that doesn’t sound as good.” He scratched his head. “Tye-Truth!”

Fandango nodded. “That was good, officer Breeze. I like it. Tye-Truth.”

“Thanks, Officer Fandango.”

Together they said, “to Survivor Series!” They shook hands and went opposite directions. A second later, Tyler crossed again to follow Fandango.

***

To find out who would face Naomi and Jimmy Uso in the coed match, you picked four superstars who didn’t make it onto the elimination tag team. Bayley and Jose had been attached at the hip since you told them. Tamina and Mojo were less enthusiastic, but both acknowledged each other as a powerhouse with potential.

That power continued into the match where they quickly gained the upper hand. Again, tagging in one wrestler did not automatically tag in the same sex. There were several amusing moments. Like Jose trying to get Tamina to dance. Which she did for a few seconds before blindsiding him. And Bayley attempting to Bayley-to-Belly Mojo, which turned into a regular hug that Mojo couldn’t escape. She was able to trip him up and hold him down for a two-count with that luck. The women were fighting on the outside when Jose deeply rolled up Mojo for the pin. The winning team left quickly, strategizing their match on Sunday before they’d left the arena.

***

“I can’t do it.”

“What?”

Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t. I’m… it’s your first Survivor Series at all, let alone as GM. Stephanie will… if we lose-“

You held up the file in your hand over his mouth. “Let me worry about any issues that might arise from Raw’s performance, ‘kay? Have some faith in your baby cousin,” you chuckled.  

He pushed the file out of the way, incredibly serious. “I’m not Roman. I’m not the leader Raw needs. That you need, for the team.”

“Yes, you are,” you pushed back. Reaching up, you tapped the side of his head. “Somewhere in here is the brilliant, trash-talking, pep-talk master that got the Shield on a running start. You don’t have to be him. You just have to be you. It’s enough.”

Dean didn’t seem convinced but gave you a small smile before he left your office. Now it felt like the stakes were higher than ever. You just hoped that Dean would be okay, no matter what happened on Sunday.

***

The final round of the tag title tournament was next. The Revival and the Authors of Pain waited for the champions to arrive. They warily looked at one another as the fireflies came out to observe Dr. M and Braun making their entrance, titles over Braun’s shoulders. The teams claimed the center of the ring, staring at the champions as they reached the bottom of the ramp.

A flicker of lights later, Braun and Dr. M were in the center, and the others had been sent to stand ring-side. Braun handed the belts to the ref, and Dr. M motioned for the other teams to come back into the ring.

The bell rang as Rezar and Scott Dawson rolled into the ring and their partners took to the corners. Braun started first. He easily kept the men off their feet. Double choke-hold throws. Flinging one out of the ring and power slamming the other. He took turns tossing each into their corners so their teammates could tag in, then did the same to them.

Dr. M laughed as Drake Maverick watched his charges being demolished. He called to Braun, asking for a tag. Braun kicked Akam out of the ring and power slammed Dash Wilder before following the order. Dr. M entered the ring and picked Dash off the canvas. Scott tried to come to his partner’s aid but got caught by Braun. They were both knocked to the mat at the same time. Dr. M won the pin. Braun held their defended titles overhead. Then they were gone in the blink of an eye.

***

Dolph’s phone camera clattered to life. “I have my own challenge for someone on Smackdown Live.” He grinned. “Sheamus, I want to see you at Survivor Series. We’ve both been in the business for a long while, and it could be argued that we are the best. Isn’t that the point of Survivor Series? To identify the best of both brands?”

He looked away from the camera with a growl. “And there’s a more personal reason why we need to figure which of us is the best man.” Dolph side-eyed. “And I think we both know what that reason is.”

The camera shifted to front view, showing you talking with Seth and Finn Balor. When the camera flicked back, he smirked. Then the picture cut out.

***

Before the end of the show, both Seth and Finn had come to you with an idea. They were champions about to be facing champions. It only made sense that they should face each other tonight as practice. You agreed and set them in the main event.

Each man took great pride in showing off his skills. They had fought many times before, this was just a continuation of that but with an alternate motive. Yes, they wanted to beat each other. But this was also about making each other look good and giving an old friend a boost going into Sunday. Using the same move at the same time always made them smile. They shook hands throughout the match, restarting on a high note in rounds only they were paying attention to.

Finn dropped Seth with a sling-blade. He beamed and was about to climb the ring post for his finisher when Seth pulled him back to the center of the ring. Finn bent in half from a kick to his stomach and then dropped with the curb stomp. He was smiling and shaking his head even before Seth had moved away from the three-count.

Seth went for a mic and tossed on to Finn as soon as he was back on his feet. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Summer Slam should have gone that one time.”

“Are ya still harpin’ on that? You can’t change the past, Seth.”

The Kingslayer shrugged. “Still, if that’s all you got, maybe I’ll challenge you and hold both titles by the end of the year.”

Now Finn was intrigued. “Is t’at so?”

“Yeah.” They came to stand barely a step part.

Finn poked at Seth’s belt on his shoulder. “Anytime, anyplace. Say… Clash of Champions?”

“See you then. Good luck at Survivor Series.”

“Same ta you.”

They shook hands, then tapped their titles together, ending the show.

***

The final results of the Smackdown elimination teams came were full of powerful and talented wrestlers.

On the men’s team: Cesaro, Jey Uso, Rusev, and Andrade with Kofi Kingston as the captain.

For the women’s Team: Asuka, Mandy Rose, Charlotte, Sonya Deville, and Carmella as captain.

And, against your wishes, Sheamus accepted Dolph’s challenge. So, you began to make plans. Plans nobody was going to like, but ones that were necessary, all the same.

Part 28: Not a Total Loss

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The Best of Darkness

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The reader snarks that Dick should do something to keep her from wanting to go out in the dark. So he brings the darkness to her.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, vampire play (can I call it that?) sir/sub, bondage, oral (female receiving), biting, slight bloodplay

Word Count: 1930

Note: Felt in a vampy mood. And it was DC week on my writing schedule. Happy month of Halloween! Tag lists and requests open as always. Enjoy!

“Dick, I swear by that bedazzled disco monstrosity you used to wear, if I find out you’ve lost my blaster wrist guards again I’m going to-“

His finger was on your lips in a second. “I did not lose them. And, for the record, I didn’t lose them the first time. I was modifying them.”

You scoffed. “I couldn’t get them to work for a month after you ‘modified’ them. Where are they this time?” He looked nervous. If you weren’t so worried for your gear it would have been cute. And hot how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’m not a hundred percent sure-“

“Dick-“

“Stop saying it like that. You love my dick. Not a hundred percent sure, but I’m… fifty… six percent sure they are in the cave next to the computer. I was trying to download their diametrics- Y/N.” He sighed and caught your arm as you tried to leave the room. “If I can… upgrade them a bit I’ll feel better about sending you out there.”

It was a long ongoing debate. And it intensified at about the same time every year.

“Sweetie, you can’t keep worrying about me every time October rolls around. I’ve been doing this a while. I can handle it.” You gently removed his hand and headed towards your bedroom. It had been a long day… a long week. You were due for a shower and some sleep on your night off. “You know, if you wanted to keep me from seeking justice in the dark, you should probably find something to keep me here.”

The Wayne mansion may have been old as dirt and lacking in electrical outlets in the main house, but Bruce had spared no expense in the plumping. There was never a shortage of hot water. The great ventilation protected the tiles and woodwork and ensured the mirrors never fogged. Alfred was still your favorite. He was the one who had commissioned the giant fluffy towels unique to each team member.

You stepped out of the bathroom and found you couldn’t see a meter past your feet. The room was pitch dark.

“Dick?” you called. “Richard Grayson, what did you do?”

The bathroom light went out, making you squeak at first. Then you ducked and crouched to move around the room. You were just reaching for your emergency gun when a cold hand brushed across your knuckles. It caught you before you could move away. You were pulled to your feet and pinned against the wall.

“Tonight, darling, it’s not Richard.” Two bright red eyes opened in front of you. “It’s sir.”

With a snap, the room was barely illuminated by a series of candles set around. They had real flames and were too sporadic for him to have been able to light them electronically. And his eyes.

“How are you doing that?” They were mesmerizing. You couldn’t look away and let yourself be led to the bed.

“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered in a voice that sounded more like him. “You said you wanted something to keep you in tonight. I’ll answer anything you ask… later.” He tugged the towel and watched it fall to the floor with a groan. “If you still have voice enough to ask.” He grinned, showing off elongated canines and premolars.

Damn, that was hot.

He guided you to lay on the bed. Still mesmerized by his eyes and fluid movements, you didn’t notice the cuffs until they clicked into place. A twinge of panic made you pull at them. He laughed. Dick cupped your face in his hand and brought your attention back to him. Your writhing stilled. Your breathing evened. He smiled and leaned forward to capture you in the first kiss of many.

The fangs occasionally caught at your lips. His tongue delved deep into your mouth, mimicking the patterns you hoped he would replicate between your thighs later. You whined into his mouth; you wanted more. His tight grip suddenly on your hips cut you off at a gasp.

“Are you going to be good tonight, darling?”

“Yes.”

His eyes flashed.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he crooned. Again, his lips caught yours. He sucked on your bottom lip, then tilted your head for access to your neck. Your blood pounded in your ears the closer he came to your jugular. For a split second, you wondered if this really was your partner or something that had replaced him and was about to drink you dry. Weirder things had happened. The teeth did not connect. He breathed over your pulse point, sending goosebumps dancing across your skin. He kissed you softly, humming into your skin in a way only you would know.

It was him. And he was about to have his sweet wicked way with you.

“Please-“

“No. There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now I just want you to feel.” Dick leaned back and trailed his fingertips down your body. They weren’t as cold as before but compared to the heat of your body, they were like ice. Your body arched under his touch. If you couldn’t beg out loud, your body could do it for you. Including how your thighs rubbed together. Dick noticed and shifted down so he could lightly force them open.

All of your nerves shivered with anticipation. He dragged his nose down the center of your stomach, then down one thigh and up the other. You whimpered.

Dick smirked. “Always so difficult. Maybe I should keep you here all night.” He gave a slight tap to the underside of your thigh. “You know I am infinitely more patient than you. Don’t you agree?”

You nodded your head while your chest stuttered mid-heave.

“Good girl.”

You were forced to bite your lip. The cuffs jangled as you tightened your hold around them. Dick had pushed your thighs further apart and was flattening his tongue against you. Curling it into your heat. Lapping at you. More than tasting. Devouring. And those teeth would scrape on either side of your lips, making your hips jump as if you wanted to be bitten. All the while your throat felt like it was burning with all the sounds you couldn’t make. And Dick kept doing all he could to cause them.

“I like this game,” he purred, curling a finger into your heat. “Good training exercise. How to be silent when you need stealth.” He kissed your inner thigh and nipped at it with his teeth. “You’re doing so good, Y/N. So quiet… I can almost hear your heart thundering.”

It would not have surprised you if he could.

Dick added another finger to his ministrations and sucked lightly at your clit. He nipped harder at your thigh when you gasped. You thought he’d back off. Give you time to recover, perhaps. No. Instead, he moved faster. Sucked harder. Ate you out noisily and scissored you open while you gushed. Your body went rigid as he curled into the perfect place. He eased you through your orgasm, guiding you while also prolonging the pleasure until you were bucking away from his hand. He licked and nipped his way up to your breasts.

Although they were already at attention, Dick sucked on your nipples like he would during preparing you. It seemed he was preparing you for something more. Something you waited for on baited breath as he situated himself between your thighs. His length ran up through your folds, toying with your sensitivity.

“Are you ready to scream for me, darling?”

You nodded.

“Let me hear you, baby.”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned. Your voice was already wrecked.

Proudly, he grinned and his red eyes flashed. “Hold nothing back, now. I want all of it.”

There was a lot to give.

He filled you in one solid thrust. While your body adjusted, he panted and braced himself on either side of your body. Your eyes were too crossed to see much of his face.

“Always so perfect for me.” He leaned even more forward, taking the chance to undo your cuffs and to impossibly deepen his reach. “Mark me. Because I am going to be marking you.”

Naturally, your hands wrapped around to his back. You held on, digging your nails into his skin for stability.

His hips began a slow rhythm that got faster the more you screamed. He braced against the headboard for the both of you, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. A strangled gasp escaped between his lips as your hips started to match his. Back and forth. The sound of everything he was doing to you was loud, so you had to be louder. He worked to make you louder.

You felt his hot breath on your neck before you felt his teeth. His shoulders rippled under your nails as you clawed them deeper. The bite made your body shudder and almost sent you over the edge.

“Please, sir, again.”

He chuckled low and dark. “Again, she asks.” He made you moan with a strong thrust before slowing down his pace. “And what will you give me for such a kiss, darling?”

With a shuddering breath, you turned your head closer to his ear. “More of me than I have ever been able to give you before.”

Dick growled and harshly twisted your neck so he could once again have access to your throat. His hips once again brought you to the precipice. They slammed into you over and over again. But he waited. Your high pitched moans and desperate clinging to him did nothing. He waited. He removed his hand for just a second, only enough so he could sling your leg higher over his hip. He waited until your eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and your breathing had reduced to shallow pants.

Then he bit you.

He bit at the curve of your neck just as it turned into your shoulder. There was a split-second pause, then your skin gave way to his teeth. Your body gave way to pleasure. And Dick fell along with you. His usual guttural cry was muffled against your skin. It vibrated through you and made you arch even closer to him.

Your bodies stuck together as he collapsed. You didn’t let go, not wanting him to leave. His warm body against yours was always the best part of the last thing you would remember before falling asleep. Still, he kissed over your bite mark and left for a minute. Your eyes drooped, but you could feel him taking care of your wound and cleaning you up.

When he finally slipped into bed, you hummed in delight and curled towards his chest. You decided you could fight sleep for just a little longer.

“How long had you been planning this?”

“Since you made me watch Queen of the Damned last month.”

You laughed and poked his chest. “I didn’t make you do anything. I was watching my movie and you plopped down and stole my popcorn. You’ve never complained about my smug indulgences before.”

He nuzzled at your jawline. “Not complaining now. I kinda liked how you reacted to me tonight.” You hissed as he nipped at your neck again with his fancy new teeth.

With a hushed sigh, you tilted your head to give him more access again. “What can I say? The best things happen in the dark. And baby, you are the best of darkness.”

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Quiet

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Sam makes the observation that the reader is louder watching wrestling than in bed. She challenges him by saying he is too loud to hear her. The reader comes up with a way for him to finally hear her, and benefits from it.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, alternate to ball gag, Dean interrupting cuddling

Word Count: 1330

Note: Again, I am guilty of writing in class instead of taking notes. Oh well, here’s a Sam smut that I hope you guys will enjoy. My friends always check on my voice after a night of watching wrestling, since I’m not so loud during the day. Let me know if you’re the same or the opposite, or any mix in between. Also let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list. And my requests are open! Don’t be shy, and hope you like this.

“Come on, Ambrose, you’ve got this!”

It didn’t matter that it was an old match with an ending you already knew; the point of watching wrestling was to destress. To get yourself relaxed after a hunt so you could sleep. Usually, the mere size of the bunker buffered your shouts from bothering the Winchesters, but your room wasn’t completely soundproof.

“I don’t understand how you can be quiet as a mouse every other second of the day, then create noise as loud as that.” Sam stood in your open doorframe. You didn’t hear him come in.

You paused the match and looked up at him sheepishly. “Sorry, Sam. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

Sam smirked. “No. If I can sleep through a lifetime of Dean’s snores, I can sleep through anything when it’s safe to. Which match is it?” You made space on your bed for him and gave him a quick summery of the feud leading up to the match. He watched your computer screen and occasionally glanced at you when you let out a particularly intense reaction. He got into it eventually but kept his reactions to flexing when someone took a hard bump.

“You’re doing it again,” you said after one such flex.

“Huh?”

You poked at his arm as he flexed again. “That. Right against me.”

Sam poked you back. “Am I distracting you from your match?” He laughed high and free as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Careful, Y/N, or I’ll find some better use for that tongue. Make you really scream.”

Ambrose and Rollins froze and the match went to black as you closed your laptop. “Is that so? Even if you could make me scream,” you gasped as Sam flipped you beneath him. His eyes glowed with promise, daring you to continue. “…you wouldn’t be able to hear it over how loud you are.”

“I can’t help it,” he said. He leaned down and breathed over the hollow of your throat before whispering in your ear, “you always feel so good. Take me so well. Make me lose my mind.” He shifted to plant his knee between your thighs, keeping you from rubbing them together. He smirked as you angled your hips to rub up and down on this thigh instead. “Is that an invitation to try again? To make you feel so wonderful?”

You were already soaked, and he technically hadn’t touched you yet. “Yes.” You tilted your head to give Sam more room to suck on your neck. Clothes were removed, chill bumps were raised, and your bodies were covered in open-mouthed kisses. You ran your fingers up into your hair as Sam reached down between your legs. Heat was already present in your cheeks and hot ice was in your veins. He stroked you, curling and thrusting in every way that made your heart thump wildly in your chest. Your eyes closed as the first wave of bliss ran through you. Sam hummed at your breathy sigh.

“That,” he said, sucking your juices off his fingers, “was not loud.”

In your post-orgamsic haze, you came up with an idea. Sam leaned with your touch as you pushed him to his back. Leaning across his body, you grabbed your discarded panties off the floor. You balled up the fabric and arched your eyebrow at Sam. He grinned. Then he opened his mouth and accepted the make-shift gag. It must have tasted strongly of you, having been soaked earlier, because he hummed around it and gripped at your hips like he does when he is particularly pleased.

His eyes widened as you sank onto his length, mouth hanging open and breathless. He stayed still as you worked your way down. With each drop, you let your inhibitions drop away and let your voice do what it wanted to. Maybe it was watching WWE right before, maybe it was because you knew how intently Sam was listening, but this time you were louder. You stopped once he was fully sheathed and propped yourself on his chest. He curled his hands over yours and gave them a tight squeeze before moving them to your hips. You were so full you didn’t realize what he was planning.

You screamed as he lifted you and slammed up into you. It was more shock than delight… the first time. Sam kept going, pulling from you a series of different screams you didn’t know you had in you. He growled through the ‘gag’ as your fingers curled, digging your nails into his skin. Your eyes darted from the red welts to his eyes. And stayed there. You saw the lustful darkness there. Then the roll of them as he tried to hold off. You bounced faster, shivering as your release danced closer. Sam twisted and got you there. Your vision dropped out and missed seeing him watch enraptured by you.

While you were catching your breath, he flipped you beneath him. His arms curled under you, and he reached up to the back of your head. Gingerly, he angled you to look up at him. He removed the gag and kissed you. You sighed as he began to roll his hips again. Slower. Intently. He licked at the sweat collected in the hollow of your throat.

The hoarseness in the back of your throat didn’t bother you. All the same, you slipped back into your soft sighs and mewls. Sam kissed his was across your jaw and rested his head on your shoulder. You licked his ear right next to your mouth. His hands gripped you tight. All the while, he thrust languidly accented with a few losses of composure. You felt him smile against your skin as those moments made you gasp out.

Sam lost himself in those gasps. He started to do everything he could to make you make that sound over and over again. You keened as he bit lightly onto your shoulder, muffling his own noises. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him back to look at you.

“I want to hear you, Sam. Please. Don’t hold back anymore.” You smiled at him. He nodded and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

You arched as he moved faster. His grunts and growls filled the air, mixing with the sound of his hips crashing into yours. Using you arch, he nipped at the underside of your neck. You met him thrust for thrust, making Sam toss his head back. Using the chance, you returned the kiss, mouthing over his Adam’s apple where it bobbed in his throat. He whined and rubbed at your clit, sending you over the edge with an echoing high-pitched cry. Sam followed soon after, then fell to one side of you.

Over his heaving chest, you laid one hand and curled into his side.

“Damn,” he breathed.

You hummed in agreement.

There was a buzzing. Sam groaned and leaned half off the bed to search through his clothes. He chuckled and answered Dean’s call.

“When the two of you are done fucking like rabbits, we’ve got a case,” Dean growled.

“You couldn’t just come to the door?” Sam kissed the side of your head as Dean disagreed.

“And risk having to hear round whatever up close? No thanks.” Dean paused. “Is Y/N at least alive?”

You grinned and took the phone from Sam. “Barely. We’ll be out in a few.” You hung up before he could say anything else. The phone plopped into Sam’s clothes while you snuggled him for a few more seconds. “We should get ready.”

“We should.” Sam stroked your hair then rolled out from under your touch. He started to put on his clothes. You caught him smiling and arched an eyebrow at him. “Now that we know that I can be somewhat quiet, and I know you can be quiet, do you want to not wait till we get back here from the hunt to… try that again?”

It was awfully tempting.

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At Any Cost Part 1: Elimination Chamber

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Prompt: The reader (male) in a feud with Elias.

Weeks of interruptions from either side have led you and Elias here: the Elimination Chamber. Not only is a Wrestlemania moment up for grabs, but also the chance to prove who is the better wrestler and the better man.

Pairing: None. Rivalry

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 1700

Note: To the anon who requested this, I did try to make this a one shot. I was unsuccessful. There will be two more parts after this. I hope you all enjoy the read, and request that you give me feedback on anything you like or dislike. Comments, reblogs, question submissions, or even PMs are all great ways to let me know what you were thinking reading the fic. It’s more on the technical side, but the goal is to help you feel part of the action. Can you guess what will happen next week? (Using this gif because it’s probably my favorite Elias moment.)

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Sunday, February 25, 2018

Miz was using the ring to his advantage. He had you stretched between the ropes, using the middle one to put pressure on the back of your neck. Braun was watching through lidded eyes having taken a spear a few minutes before, with an exhausted Roman laying a few feet away. Seth and Finn were scattered on the other side of the ring.

You elbowed Miz in the ribs, freeing yourself from his grip. You continued to rain blows onto Miz, finishing with a slapping uppercut that sent him to the canvas. You fell to your knees to catch your breath. The others watched as you stumbled back to your feet and threw Miz into a turnbuckle. You ran towards him, but at the last second he brought his boot up to viciously kick you in the face. Miz attempted to run at you, but was caught and thrown onto his back for a pin. Miz kicked out. You were unperturbed and shifted into a chokehold. As Miz’s struggles weakened, the timer counted down for the last chamber to open.

You watched your rival as he bounced inside his chamber. For months you had taken turns getting in the way of each other’s goals. Depending on who asked, either he started it when he distracted you during match by playing that accursed guitar outside of the ring. Or you started it when Braun threw you into him practicing backstage and shoved him to the ground in your haste to get to your feet. Things had come to a head in a triple-threat match for the opportunity to enter the Elimination Chamber last. You teamed up against Braun, but he kicked you out of the ring and won the pin for himself. Now he was reaping that reward while you had to start the match first with Miz.

With the buzzer, Elias left his chamber and quickly stepped through the ropes. You released Miz and stood to meet Elias in a stare down. He smirked at you, having apparently enjoyed seeing you fight for the entirety of the match while the others trickled in. He nodded towards your shoulder, the one Braun sent into the corner of his chamber earlier. You rotated your shoulder and brought your fists up to the ready.

Then you both met in the center of the ring. Forgoing the test of strength, you hit at each other with fists and elbows. For a few steps you advanced, then Elias forced you back before sling-shotting you into a corner. He followed soon after with a full body blow. You sagged against the ropes, but Elias kept moving and flipped you onto the canvas. You arched as he kicked between your shoulder blades. He tugged you back for a pin; you didn’t let the ref even get to one.

No way in Hell were you going to let him take this away from you.

You made it to your feet before him. He stumbled as you round-housed his shoulders in turn. He tried to scoop up under you for a drop; you hit at his face with your elbow until you slipped from his shoulders. While you were catching your breath, Elias bounced off the ropes behind you and shoved you down into the canvas. Again, he tried to pin you. This time the ref made it to two.

Before Elias could try again, Seth scrambled under the bottom rope and rolled him up. Elias arched out at two, sending Seth sprawling. Seth kept moving, but Elias was still too fresh and caught him against his knees. Seth collapsed. Elias struggled to roll him onto his back for the pin that only made it to two. Seth rolled back under the ropes onto the grate. Elias slumped against the ropes.

He went after Finn next, shoving him into the chain wall as the Balor Club leader tried to make it to his feet. With Finn taken out for just a bit longer, he turned back to your mostly motionless body. Elias forced you to your feet. He punched at your face, elbowed at your chest, hit you around the ring. But when he tried to throw you into the ropes, you countered and threw him instead. He tried to kick at your chest, but you caught his ankles and forced him onto his back. He struggled as you readied to toss him. You fell straight back, sending him flying over the ropes and landing on the outside grate. You stepped through and stood him up. Though the landing was rough onto the grate, you dropkicked him into the chamber behind him. It didn’t break, and Elias was able to wobble to his feet. He took the few seconds it took for you to close the distance between you to shut himself up in the chamber. He put his weight against the door.

With the others beginning to stir again, you didn’t like the possibility of him coming out behind you. Elias strained to keep the door closed even as you forced it open with your knee. You soon had him slumped to one side with knees to his chest. You mistakenly tugged him to his feet to slap at his chest. Elias shoved your spine into the frame and rushed past you. He slammed the door repeatedly closed on your shoulder, forearm, and chest. When you finally fell, Elias leaned against the outside of the ropes and hauled himself up to a standing position.

Elias looked through the chain wall out at the crowd. “Who wants to walk with Elias?” he called.

Finn used the ropes to make it to his feet. Elias checked to make sure you weren’t moving anytime soon, then focused on Finn. Eventually, he ddt-ed Finn into the grate. But the hit took its toll on him too. Something Miz took advantage of as he tugged Elias into the ring. They shared an annoyed look after Elias kicked out at two.

Miz stalked Finn as he crawled through the ropes. The ref held Miz off while Finn floundered the corner. Once the ref moved out of he way, Miz ran in with a kick to Finn’s chest. Between alternating kicks and strikes to Finn’s head and shoulders, Miz gained momentum. Finn broke away and started to climb the turnbuckle. You saw Miz catching up and about to prevent whatever acrobatics Finn had planned. You tumbled into the ring and made it to your feet in time to strike Miz in the small of his back before he could further his attack. Miz’s arm fell over Finn’s neck, and you reached twisted to stand under Miz with your back to the corner. You tugged on his hips, pulling him away from Finn and slamming into the canvas. You rolled his legs above him, panting and struggling for breath. But still, he kicked out.

Both you and Miz stumbled to your feet. You looked at each other, then where Finn was supposed to be. But he wasn’t on top of the turnbuckle. He’d crawled to the top of the chamber and was falling towards you. You fell with Finn onto your chest and Miz into your side. Finn laid over Miz’s chest; who weakly brought his shoulder up before the end of the count. When that failed, Finn stood just in time to receive a kick to the chest by Elias.

Elias towered over Finn, completely oblivious to your movements behind him. You jumped and grabbed his neck, falling so his back arched over the ropes. He fell forward to his stomach, then contorted in pain so his shoulders were on the canvas. With a deep breath, you jumped over the ropes and landed on his chest.

One. Two. Three.

You quickly rolled away, laughing. He may have been the last one in, but he was the first one out.

Elias growled and scowled at you. He stomped on your chest on his way out, though that didn’t keep you from standing to tower over him on the floor.

You had beaten him. At a pretty heavy cost to your body, but you beat him.

He continued to glower at you as the chain wall closed with him on the outside. Then his face broke out into a wide smile. The wall lock clicked into place, then you were pushed into it. Elias walked away laughing as Miz continued his assault.

You lifted Miz onto your shoulders, tossing him into the ring and stepping through yourself. He caught you around the neck and brought your neck down onto his thigh. He released you and turned. You were ready with a kick to his face that sent him into a slow fall back onto the canvas. He rolled around out of your grasp. In your frustration, you made the mistake of crawling to the opposite corner. Using the ropes you pulled yourself up, mirroring Miz. You ran for a sling-blade, but Miz rolled under, evading you.

Outside the ring, Seth and Roman took turns throwing each other into the chain wall. With the ref distracted, Miz slid up behind you and struck his forearm between your legs.

You were unable to fight back as he lifted your arms up on either side and kicked your legs out from under you. The skull-crushing finale made your eyes cross. You barely felt Miz rolling you to your back or the vibrations of the ref’s count. Miz kicked you all the way to the door, sending you bouncing down the steel steps outside.

He didn’t last much longer as Seth and Finn paired up for a bit. Braun finished him off, pinning him with his boot. It took Roman and Seth, with a distraction by Finn to eliminate Braun. Roman held off while his Shield-brother and Balor flipped and sling-bladed their way through each other. Seth super kicked Roman to keep him out of the way, but that was his downfall. The split focus blinded him to Finn’s movements, and he was eliminated.

Roman and Finn fought for another ten minutes, but you only half watched from backstage. Your road to WrestleMania was taken from you. And you were going to make sure Miz paid for it.

Elias watched you pack up, equally perturbed that you had cost him the possibility of facing Lesnar. He had the same idea of vengeance as you, but in a way that would rile you up and pour salt into the wound of a missed double opportunity.

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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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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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Jealous

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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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