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T – Thighs
I mean, have you seen them? Of course you have. You’ve ridden them plenty of times. Slid back and forth till they shine with your arousal. He doesn’t move, doesn’t touch you except to pull you off sometimes. Some nights you would be almost content to stay on those thighs all night. You brace yourself on his chest, clawing and moaning. Or on his shoulders, digging little half-moons as release builds. You’ve come on his thighs alone. So many times. Whether it’s before or after a match is usually up to him.
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Q – “Queen”
It’s his nickname for you. “Darling” is a close second. He says it proudly in public and in private. Finn loves pointing out how diplomatic you are over disagreements. If it’s between you two, he couldn’t be prouder that you usually win. The whole WWE knows to call you if there are going to be issues in something. But you pity the poor soul who tries to call you “Queen”, honorably or degradingly. You are not bossy; you are strong. You are Finn’s Queen, not anybody else’s. Such souls are given admission to the “Finn Balor Kicked My Ass” Club.
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P – Phone Sex
Does not exist. He can’t stand hearing you when he can’t
feel you. When he can’t see you become undone with his own eyes. Pixelated
internet calls and grainy audio is never enough. He doesn’t have a rule that
you can’t touch yourself when he’s away. If anything, he encourages it. He
knows you prefer the real thing too. But you try anyway sometimes, knowing
he’ll punish you deliciously for it. For making him ache more than he does when
you’re across the country. But he loves to hear your voice as you describe your
mundane day, or your job, or hear your laugh. He likes to listen, but not to
your half fulfilled pleasure.
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N – Neck
He loves neck kisses. Giving and receiving. Finn is a bit taller than you, so the only time you can reach his neck is laying next to him in bed. Or if he lifts you up on something so he can look you in the eye. When Finn gives them, he’s usually coming up from behind you and pressing one gently just above your shoulder. Neck kisses come with neck and back rubs and large, warm hands rubbing the strain of your day out of your shoulders. Neck kisses also come with neck nibbles. And full on bites that leave deep marks without breaking your skin. Bites intensify the warmth the neck kisses brought on.
You receive a heartbreaking call from your mother and Elias comforts you.
Pairing: Elias Samson x Reader
Warnings: Family member death, fluff
Word Count: 850+
Note: I wrote this for myself, but thought I’d share it in case anybody else needs the comfort. It’s also my first Elias Samson fic, so please let me know what you think by commenting, reblogging, or liking the fic!
“Not so fast, Woods. Siren call coming your way.” You maneuvered the controller till the digital Black Canary could send a vocal blast at Xavier Wood’s Green Arrow. The two of you were engrossed in an unofficial Injustice 2 tournament. As much tournament as you could squeeze into his hotel room doubling as video game central for the ‘resting’ athletes. Unofficial in that it wasn’t being filmed for his YouTube channel.
“Seriously! How do you power up to those so fast?” He continued making easy hits as you kept breaking his power-ups.
“She’s got you on the ropes. That’s my girl.” Elias came up behind you and lightly squeezed your shoulders. Tag-team partners, duet partners, and the undefeatable video game team, the two of you were practically perfect in every way. You used his presence to spur you on to finish the match quickly, but your phone rang in your pocket.
“Hey, Elias? Left pocket?” You angled yourself so he could grab it. “Who is it?”
“Your mother.”
The digital characters froze as you launched yourself off the couch. “I have to take this.” Xavier’s flabbergasting fell on deaf ears as your rushed out of the room.
A few minutes later, Elias knocked on your door. He was met with red-rimmed eyes and your shuddering breaths.
“He’s gone. My grandfather.” You couldn’t help but let a sob escape as he pulled you into his chest.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. Really.” You pulled back and wiped away your tears. “He’d been dying for years. Alzheimer’s. A laundry list of medical complications. A stroke. Now he won’t feel any more pain.” You took a deep breath and forced it out slow through your nose. “And I got to say goodbye. Mom called yesterday and held the phone up to his ear. I’m okay,” you whispered to yourself, “I’m okay.”
Elias pulled you close again as you wrapped your arms around his waist. You buried your face into his chest. It felt like your body was going to vibrate into oblivion till he began to rub your back with his large, warm hand.
“What do you need? Pizza? Ice cream? Chocolate? All of the above? Or do you just want time alone?”
“No. Hell no. I over-think everything. Don’t leave me alone with my brain.” Your voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “I don’t want to be alone.” You let your mind think for a few more seconds while you breathed in his scent. “Has Xavier canceled our match?”
“No. He’s talking big with Seth about football.” You could almost hear Elias’s eyebrow go up. “He’s perfect for the taking more than he was five minutes ago if you ask me.”
“Perfect.” You took a step back and another deep breath. Checking yourself in the mirror you were pleased to see most of the redness had seeped from your face. “Let’s do this.”
“Do you need more time?”
“Nope.”
“There she is. Ready to get beat, Y/N?”
“Ha. Are you?” You sat down on the edge of the couch and waited for him to join you. Within minutes of having to start a new round, you had his life bar blinking red. You hadn’t said a word since it started. Instead, your mind was a flurry of controller patterns and strategy. Elias’s hand barely registered as he began to rub your shoulder.
“You’re dead meat, Xavier. She’s descended into silent fury mode. Say your prayers now.”
You grinned as you heard Xavier curse under his breath. He let out a string of them as the last of the red slid out of the bar, ending the match. Black Canary had conquered. He continued to talk smack as you stood and let Elias envelope you into a hug. “Hey, Y/N. Are you alright?” he asked, dropping off.
You turned your face towards him. “That call was about my grandfather. He passed away.”
“Oh God. Y/N I’m so sorry. We could have finished another day. I could have made it easier for you to win.”
“No, you couldn’t, trust me. No. I’m fine. I needed the match. So, thanks.” It made your skin flush as the rest of the room offered up their condolences. “Hey guys, could you do me a favor and not spread this around? No tweets or anything. I would like to keep it in-family.”
“Sure.” “Absolutely.” “Whatever you need, Y/N.”
You continued to battle just about everyone in the room till it was dark outside. Nobody could afford to take it easy on you, especially when Elias teamed up with another controller, so there were no sympathy wins. Eventually, the two of you drifted off to your room.
On the bed, curled into each other, you talked for ages about everything under the sun. There were half-hearted bets about who would win in the next PPV. Debates over whether pineapple should be on pizza or not. ACDC vs. Metallica. Then Elias played his guitar till you fell asleep, and a little after so to help you into peaceful dreams. He rested his head on yours and placed an arm around your waist before he too fell asleep.
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G – Giggle
No two are exactly alike. There’s the light “you’re adorable” and the dark “watch it now, little girl.” There are the public giggles. Restrained. But they exist. Fangirls spend hours making and watching videos of them, but you get the real thing. You watch the videos too when he’s away. But they are nothing like the ones you hear on the phone when he laughs about something Ambrose did. When you had a witty comeback for another Diva or Miz. When he knows you’re flirting shamelessly and trying to get him to do something about it. When he finally catches and pins you for kisses or tickling or sweet torture. The giggles that rumble in his chest while it’s pressed against yours are your favorite.
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D – Duality
Hard or gentle. Hugs or possession. Humming or growling. There are two sides to Finn. He can be the perfect gentleman, a rival to even Gallagher. Open doors. Knuckle kisses. Lingering touches that feather across your skin. But at the snap of his fingers, he can bring you to your knees. Make you beg. Make you scream his name. Bring out the deepest desires of your heart, and fulfill them. Light or dark, demonic or tender human, you always feel safe with him. Defending you can range from starting off with mild warnings, or instant threats. Two sides of the same coin and you’re in his pocket.
“Where we goin’ Mama?” You asked your mother, Amber, while swinging your feet up and down in the backseat of the car as you watched the road pass by out the window.
“We’re going to see your daddy.” She told you in a tone your three your old brain couldn’t process. She seemed sad but was using a happy tone with you.
“Daddy!” You shouted in an excited voice, your father worked a lot and you didn’t get the chance to see him often. He worked constantly with your uncle and was always driving around fighting the bad guys. There were only a few times a year when you got to see him; your birthday, father’s day, Christmas, and two or three weekends out of the year; so whenever you got to see him it was a big deal.
“I’m so excited to see Daddy, Mama!” You told her as you continued to swing your feet even faster as you grew more eager. “When we gonna get there”
“We’ll be there in about an hour, we’re going to Mr. Bobby’s house. Daddy and Uncle Dean are there.” She said with a smile.
Fifty minutes later your mom pulled up to Singer’s Auto Salvage and you were bounding up and down your car seat. “Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad.” You repeated happily over and over as you waited for your mother to open the backseat door so you could get out.
As she opened the door you looked up to the house and saw your father walking out with a confused look on his face, “Daddy!” You shouted as you ran towards him with your arms open in a ‘pick me up’ motion.
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A – Adam’s Apple
His throat is super sensitive. And hypnotizing. You can’t help but watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down when he speaks or swallows or growls. He growls and groans when you run your tongue over it. Around it. Breath over it. It fits so perfectly between your lips when you kiss it. You can feel it when he rubs his throat over your shoulders or along the side of your neck. Sometimes you twirl your finger around it while he sleeps. It always makes him sigh, perfectly content. Feathering over it in public gives his eyes a bright promising glint.
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Dammit.
You backed into the shelving as another group of excited school children scurried down the aisle. Just about every child in the old-fashioned mercantile store was running around with streamers and various ‘safe’ fireworks. Safe in that if lit they wouldn’t explode, but they could still catch the rickety building on fire. You moved on after a mother gave you an apologetic smile and herded the children out of the way. With a little more obstacle jumping that would rival some missions in the field, you made it to the owner’s office in the back corner. He ushered you in and shut the door quickly to block out the din outside.
“Miss Y/N, I presume?” His white whiskers wiggled as he chuckled at your ruffled appearance. “I’m sorry it was so difficult to get to the office. We’re always crazy this time of year.”
“It’s not a problem; it means you’re still doing well after being open for almost a hundred years. Speaking of, were you able to find the…”
“Yes, ma’am.” He walked behind his desk and took out a small box wrapped in brown paper. “It was a Dickens to find, even for me. I’m glad someone is still making this stuff though.” He handed you the box and mirrored your smile just as brightly.
“Thank you so much. He’s going to be so surprised.”
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