Note: Needed to write this. Let me know what you thought and how ringing the new year went for you and your family. Enjoy!
It was time for another New Year’s party hosted by Maryse and Miz. They were fantastic hosts, but due to the schedule this year, the party was happening a little late since everyone had to perform. They had a beautiful house that was always stocked with every snack and beverage, virgin or alcoholic, that could ever be asked for.
You stepped in through their front door and took a deep breath. It always smelled good too. Homey. Elias took your jacket and hung it with the others. You surveyed the room, looking for a group to join. Elias caught your hand while you were looking.
“Let me know if you need anything, okay? Anything.” He waited for you to nod yes, then kissed your forehead. You melted into it and felt the weight of several weeks’ worth of stress ease off your shoulders. Satisfied with the energy he gave you, you split up to enjoy the evening.
As the night progressed, you found yourself drifting from group to group. Each conversation was shorter the more you drifted. You began to repeat questions between groups. Sometimes your doubled up and realized with a start what you’d done.
The table of sweets was set up to one side. You snagged a cookie and took a bite. The rest you left in one of the plethora of bins around the room. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked for more people to celebrate the new year with.
But you’d already talked to everyone. Well, everyone you wanted to talk too. In hindsight, that list was pretty short. But you had branched out more than you thought you would. Because those people were standing with the people you wanted to talk to.
Did you really have so few connections?
Your eyes darted around the room. Under your skin numbness and static electricity bubbled all at once. Somewhere someone laughed. High pitched. You thought it was Bayley. Maybe Maryse. Another shiver ran down your spine.
Elias looked at you from the group of guys he was chatting with. “Could you guys excuse me?” He didn’t wait for their reply before walking over to you and taking your hands in his. They were always so warm. “Y/N?” He tilted your face to look into his, capturing your gaze from wandering around.
“I’m fine, it’s just…. There’s not that many people. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Your chest felt tight. The tops of your cheeks under your eyes hurt with a building pressure.
“Do you want me to play? Impromptu concert? No one will object.”
“No. Everybody always looks at me when you play.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “I don’t mean… I’m sorry. I’m being irrational.”
“No. You’re not.” He gripped your shoulders as you shivered. Within seconds he had found your jacket. “Do you want to go out on the porch for some air?”
You looked for the porch, but it was on the other side of the room with everyone between you and there. “No. I-“ the words died on your lips. Your eyes darted around again. You dug your nails into your palms and tried to focus.
Elias took your hand and gently lead you into a quiet hallway. He hugged you close. Tight enough to ground you. Loose enough to give you room to breath or heave or choose between the two. His hands ran up and down your back. With time, your breathing evened out and your eyes closed in bliss. His even breathing rose up to meet your face, pushing his beard up to tickle your nose. Playfully you blew at it until he placed his head on top of yours with a chuckle. His grip didn’t falter. It wouldn’t until you moved first.
“Thank you,” you mumbled into his chest. You gripped the fabric of his shirt in your hands.
“Anytime.”
Elias slowly began to rock back and forth. It felt like something between a waltz and being lulled to sleep. The melody he began to hum into your hair did not help the query.
“What time is it?” you asked.
Elias shifted to look at his watch. “Eleven thirty.”
You nodded. “We should go back.”
“Are you ready?” When you didn’t move your feet, Elias gave you a gentle squeeze. “We’ve got time. All the time in the world.” He chuckled. “If Becky were here she would say ‘all the time in the year.’” His chest puffed with a bit of pride when you giggled.
Any other time you would have felt the seconds tick by in your chest.
Tonight, time stood still.
Eventually, finally, ultimately, you could hear the sounds of the party growing restless as midnight approached. Tomorrow may actually be the sixth of the month, but nobody cared. A Champaign bottle popped. Crystalline glasses clinked. Thank you’s were exchanged for the glasses.
“I’m ready,” you said, stepping back a little. Elias’s arms were still around you, one stayed on your waist as you rejoined the party. You both took the glass handed to you.
“Ten… nine… eight… seven…”
“Six… five… four,” you joined in.
“Three… two… one. Happy New Year!” People went around the room, toasting each other and taking sips of the bubbly beverage. It tickled your nose. When only the dregs remained, Elias took your glass and set it down.
“Happy new year, Y/N.”
“Happy new year, Elias. Thank you… for… yeah.”
“I’ll never let you go, Y/N. I promise.”
You melted into his embrace with a deep sigh as the sounds of celebration rose to a crescendo.
Dom Drabble Collection: A series of requests for ‘some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom’ Roman Reigns, Jeff Hardy, Baron Corbin, Pete Dunn, Aleister Black
Sister in Arms: Finn can’t seem to shake the effects of his feud with Bray Wyatt, so an old friend comes to help. Then Y/N finds herself battling on two fronts: in the ring and in her mind. [Series Masterlist]
At Any Cost: Weeks of interruptions from either side led the reader and Elias to 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. [Series Masterlist]
Finn Balor NSFW Alphabet: A unique version of the NSFW Alphabet to the differences between Finn and Balor and their relationship with the reader. [Series Masterlist] (In Process)
Family Found: When Y/N joins the journalism crew of WWE, she is trying to make a name for herself. Then her missing past begins to catch up to her, and she finds herself capable of filling a void she never thought could be filled again. [Series Masterlist] (In Process)
Marvel/WWE Crossover: New tech in the rooms gives the reader the chance to meet her heroes. Almost Real
A Nightly Affair: (S) Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist]
The Kissing Thief: (S) Y/N gets fed up with Dick Grayson hiding mistletoe all over the manor, and suggests an alternate activity. The ‘alternate activity’ continues all year. No plot, just smut and fluff. [Series Masterlist]
To Love the Sea: Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Master] (S)
Promises: When they were children, Loki and Y/N promised each other to marry if they did not find someone else by the next Belewe moon in 250 years. Centuries pass and Loki uses his tricks to sabotage Y/N’s prospects. Can she convince him to let her love blindly someone he does not trust? [Series Master]
Marvel/WWE Crossover: New tech in the rooms gives the reader the chance to meet her heroes. Almost Real
Y/N gets dragged to a boxing match by her friends where she meets Dean “Raisin’ Cain” Winchester, a boxer who is forced to win or lose depending on how much money his bosses want to make in matches. Can their combined effort break the fixed boxing ring? [Series Masterlist]
Dick gets his hands on a marshmallow gun… but he forgets about your nerf gun stash. Shenanigans occur.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: Fluff, nerf guns, tickling, hickeys, slight language
Word Count: 770
Note: I’ve had this fic started for over two months but could never seem to find the rest of it. I think I finally got it. If you agree (or disagree) please let me know with comments, likes, and reblogs. My requests and tag lists are open. Have a happy new year and please enjoy this fluffy fic!
“Hey, Y/N, heads up!”
You turned just in time for something small and soft to hit you in the nose. You picked up a marshmallow from your lap and held it up at Dick.
“Did you just shoot me with a marshmallow? Don’t waste them, that’s why we have nerf guns.”
“Oh, yeah. But the bullets get everywhere and take forever to clean up!”
“So do marshmallows because you are a terrible shot!”
“Am not.”
“You hit me in the nose. My. Nose. Not my lips. My nose.”
For a split second, you stared each other down. Dick cursed as you leapt off the couch and ran towards the hall closet.
Tim could hear you squeal as Dick caught up with you, then the shout “hey!” after a soft ‘pop.’ He couldn’t help but laugh as bullets came raining out of the hallway before either of you tumbled back into the living room. He made a hasty exit as the living room became a war zone.
“You are going to lose, flyboy!” You shot a volley of nerf from one end of the couch, then rolled quickly to the other side. As suspected, Dick came running around that corner. He stumbled back dramatically as you shot him multiple times in the chest.
“Bird down! Bird down!” He collapsed and let his tongue hang out of his mouth. You were impressed how he didn’t blink.
You ran to him just as dramatically and cradled him in your arms. “So young. So much potential. The world will miss him, and he shall be avenged.”
Dick sat up and cocked his eyebrow. “By my killer?”
“Shut up,” you said, pushing him back down. “You’re dead. Let me have my moment.” You couldn’t help but giggle as he fell limp in your arms again. “What will the world do without him?” You leaned down to give his forehead a kiss but backed off at the last second. Dick blinked in surprise and was about to ask why when you shot him in the forehead with your last bullet. It stuck out comically like a unicorn horn.
“What was that for?” Dick flicked the bullet off.
“I had to make sure you wouldn’t come back as a zombie.” With a smirk, you booped him on the nose.
Dick’s smile spread into a mischievous grin. “Didn’t you ever learn you’re supposed to take two shots?” He rose dramatically into a sitting position. “Always double tap.”
When you realized he wasn’t going to stay down, you raised your nerf gun and fired at his head again. But nothing happened. The last bullet had already been flicked away. Dick did his best impersonation of a zombie growl and crouched on all fours to be eye to eye with you. You scrambled backward until you could get to your feet. You only made it as far as the next couch before he tackled you and pinned you beneath him.
“You won’t be able to turn me,” you laughed. “I’m wearing zombie-proof armor. The undead will never be able to turn me.”
“Well, then, we shall just have to take it off while my undead fingers still have dexterity.” Before you could argue his ability to speak, Dick homed in on your tickle points. He jumped rapidly between each one, never giving you time to catch your breath. Within a few minutes, your sides hurt from laughing and contorting yourself in an effort to get away. Your squeals of surprise had turned into shrieks of desperation. Dick continued his onslaught until he had removed the invisible layer of armor. With a dramatic growl of triumph, he lightly bit down on your neck and sucked.
“I thought you were a zombie, not a vampire?”
“When I get done giving you this hickey,” he said between sucks, “it’s going to look like a zombie bite.” He laughed against your skin as you cried out a feeble ‘no.’ He sat back on the couch and gave you a stratified nod.
“Dick Grayson, if this bruises and I can’t wear my intended dress to Bruce’s social party tonight, you are going to be very put off.”
“Why would I-“
“It’s the red one.”
“Dammit.” Dick ran his hands over his eyes. He looked again at your neck. “It’s not going to bruise. An ice pack should do the trick by tonight.” He leapt off the couch and ran to the kitchen.
By the time he got back, you had reloaded your nerf artillery. With your victory you gave him a matching mark, and the suggestion that he should shoot you with marshmallows more often.
At the Yule banquet, the reader wears a revealing dress that inspires Loki to ensure she remembers who she is married to.
Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: teasing, use of magic, bondage (kinda), teasing/SMUT in public, food mention
Word Count: 1540
Note: Felt like writing something naughty for the winter break. Please let me know if you enjoyed it likes, comments, and reblogs. (Comments and additions on reblogs make me giggly.) My tag lists and requests are open. Please enjoy!
With a twirl, you admired your gown and figure in the mirror. Loki was already present at the Yule banquet. Frigga had requested his assistance with some Seidr decorations. For all his sly pride and tricks, Loki loved this time of year. Outside may be blue and white with cold, but inside everything was decorated in his and his brother’s colors of green and red. He smiled more around Yuletime as well. More accepted. More at home than any other time of the year.
You spun again with a giggle. The dress was a special commission for you as an early Yule gift for Loki. The neckline put the swell of your breasts on full display, though modestly covered with a sheer layer of golden lace. Not that it would save you from blushing. Gold ribbons crisscrossed the shimmery green fabric. If the firelight hit it just right, observers would be able to see your family color of blue in the swells and crests as you moved. But it was mostly green and gold to match your husband’s motley. The special addition, though, was the slit on one side running up from the hem to your upper thigh. You used your Seidr to decorate your thigh with henna-like designs hiding symbols used only between you and Loki. Ones that would make him jealous, and also possessively aroused.
A young maid knocked on your chamber door announcing the beginning of the pre-banquet festivities.
You left her to surprise Loki.
The banquet hall’s twin was covered in glittering adornments from floor to ceiling. Streamers and winter flowers framed Frigga and Loki’s moving portraits of Yule’s past. For all of the ornamentation, the members of the court twittered and filled the hall with beautiful song. Many forwent their usual colors. Instead, green and red were the colors of the evening. Finding Loki would be difficult. More difficult than you imagined. As others danced in the center, you were floated from portrait to portrait as various courtiers cooed of Loki’s skill, praising you for calming his tricks to just a few pranks over the year.
Another hand clasped you and pulled you away from a group. “Have you been looking for me?” Loki’s voice eased you to melt in his arms as he swept you away for a dance.
“Yes, darling. Awe-struck nobility kept me from my task though.” You looked around again as he twirled you. “The hall is beautiful.”
“Thank you. I’m glad the muse is impressed.” Loki frowned, eyeing the slit in your dress as you stepped forward with the dance. “And what is this?”
“It’s your Yule present. Well, one of them. Do you like it?”
“In a sort. Though why you chose to gift it to the court as well is beyond me.” Loki’s eyes glittered as the music came to an end. “What are you playing at, Y/N? You know you will not be able to out-mischief me.”
Your reply was interrupted by a chorus of bells that drew everyone’s attention to the doors to the banquet hall. Before the last tone faded away, they swung open to reveal the table long enough to seat the whole court. Loki frowned at you and led you to your seat. He pushed in your chair next Frigga on Odin’s right, then sat across from you next to Thor. Through Odin’s Yule speech, Loki kept his eyes locked with you, making you shiver under his gaze.
As the feat began, Loki hovered various foods to your plate. He seared runes onto meat, cut it into vegetables, and let you the message that this dinner would not pass without some revenge. You prepared yourself to see what else he would say, through runes or out loud, that he knew would make you blush.
But he said nothing.
He hadn’t broken gaze during the speech. Now he barely looked at you, leaving you to debate magical practices with Frigga. Thor noticed and occasionally looked at you as the banquet progressed. As the time slugged by, and the runes faded from your food, unease like waiting for the first horn of battle settled into your stomach. As more time passed, you wondered if you read the runes wrong and that they said the night would not pass instead of the dinner.
Then you felt a chill creep up your exposed thigh.
Your eyes went wide, but you quickly blinked them to normal to not draw attention to yourself. It circled down to your ankle and pulled it against the chair leg. Something like metal clasped shut. Now you wouldn’t be able to press your thighs together without turning awkwardly from Frigga. The chill warmed the longer it was in contact with your skin. It crept up your thigh, circling and squeezing. Your breath came out in short gasps, though you were able to keep your chest from heaving.
“Y/N, are you alright? You look a little flush.” Frigga’s voice brought you back to focus.
“Yes. It’s wonderfully warm in here. Is it just from the fire, or did you finally get the circulation spell working?”
Frigga branched off into detail, but you were only half listening. The warm tendril had worked its way up to the top band of your panties. You waited with baited breath for it to work under the band. Loki’s eyes caught yours and for a split second you feared he would hold you on edge for the whole evening. He grinned in triumph as your fork fell from your hand. The warmth covered your whole sex, though a tendril worked on your clit. It split into two and the second began to tease its way into you. You gripped the edge of your chair in an effort to keep a placid face. If you were failing, nobody made mention.
Loki winked.
The tendrils took turns vibrating against you. Alternating and ever-changing patterns brought you quickly to the brink. But he kept you on the edge. Loki avoided the areas he knew you were sensitive at. He hit just next to them. Acknowledging them made them more desperate. You fought bucking in your chair for relief. The series of toasts were coming up, and you had an inkling you knew which one he was aiming you make you cum on.
Odin stood and raised his glass. The assembly remained sitting but raised their glasses. “To victories that we have won in this year, and to the brave warriors that brought them, we salute you!” The assembly echoed his last phrase and drank.
The tendril on your clit stopped moving but did not move away. The second moved slowly in a delicious drag.
“To the peace we have found, and to the bountiful harvest that feeds Asgard and her neighbors, we drink and feast to make room for more.”
The second tendril began to move faster. The first began light taps on your clit, jolting you in your chair.
Thor stood with his goblet. “And to the king, father to all: Odin. May the next one thousand years be as prosperous as the first.
You almost choked drinking the toast as Loki’s magic took over your senses. Goosebumps broke out over your body and you quaked in your chair. A mist settled over your eyes. The haze tunneled your sight to the god across the table. Blood pounded in your ears. You could hear how ragged your breath was, like waves before a storm.
Still, the tendrils continued to work you higher into bliss. The one on your clit took up its earlier pattern, though faster and more focused. The second split into several inside you so as to reach every sensitive point at once.
Your usual shout of ecstasy fell out as a whimper, unheard in the din of applause for the toasts. Loki smiled in triumph and lifted his glass towards you. As he drank, the magic fell from your body, and your ankle was released. Your head lolled to one side as you fought to keep your posture.
Frigga’s voice brought you to attention. “Are you alright, dear? Your flush is deeper than before.”
“Yes, my queen,” you nearly croaked. “I think the Yule ale has rushed to my head. I might retire before the closing dances, by your leave.”
“Of course; rest well. I will see you again tomorrow.”
It took the rest of the banquet for you to ease your breathing back into its usual pattern. By then, Loki was again avoiding your gaze. Finally, Odin announced the final revelry. Loki took the chance to leave with you by a side door.
“Have you learned your lesson, pet?” You hummed positively. He looped his arm in yours so you could lean your head on his shoulder. Loki paused outside of your shared chambers. “You said earlier that this gown was only one of my Yule presents. What are the others?”
A thrill ran through you. The night still had room for more mischief. “You have to unwrap the first gift to get to the others.” You tugged on the sheer lace of your bodice, revealing just a thin ribbon of the lace garments underneath the gown.
Prompt: “I just can’t help but to see Elias with a “thick” woman I’m Samoan so I’m big and I don’t see many fics with bigger girls. Maybe something like she’s nervous to do it with him for the first time or she broke his rule about fingering herself (because lord his fingers!!) And he helps her and after he lays on her and she combs his hair and tells her how much he loves her? I’m really awkward at requesting sorry 😂 *can the reader also be a wrestler?*”
Pairing: Elias Samson x PlusSized!Reader, Elias x Samoan!Reader
Warnings/Promises: fat-shaming, the whole fanfiction trinity: Angst, Fluff, and SMUT, oral (female receiving), Elias’s fingers (should be a warning, right?)
Word Count: ~2700
Note: I’m sorry this took so long to write. I was really trying to get it just right and I hope you like it anon! Also, I don’t really know much about Mandy Rose yet, but her voice felt right for this. If you all enjoyed it please let me know with likes, reblogs, and comments. My tag lists are open, and so are requests. I’m home for the holidays, so if you’ve got an idea now is the perfect time to send it in. Now please enjoy!
Mandy Rose smiled sticky sweet at you as she stepped into the ring, alone. Kurt Angle muttered something under his breath; he backed away from your interrupted conversation and the trouble that was doomed to explode eventually. “Y/N, you think you are the reason that people keep up with the women’s division? Oh, honey. Ask anyone of them and they will tell you who they came to see: Absolution, led by the creator of the-“
“Imma stop you right there.” You had heard enough. Fast as lightning you snatched her microphone and tossed it over your shoulder. “Mandy, I’ve seen your abilities in the ring. They are good. They have to be for you to have gotten this far and I applaud you. But not you, nor your friend Paige, are the creator of anything.” You paused as the crowd agreed with you. “Women have been making waves in the WWE since before you were even an idea. Mae Young. Chyna. Trish Status. Aj Lee. Legends, every single one of them. Legends I grew up watching. You probably did too. Your rings skills are good, but they are not legendary, and this ‘Revolution’ thing you keep harping on… it is the result of generations of women wrestlers before you. So show some respect and shut your mouth.”
The crowd was so loud you barely heard what Mandy spat back, but once you caught on to what she was saying, you felt like a little girl in an empty arena.
“Yeah, and all that history has lead up to your fat ass standing in the ring. You don’t belong here. Why don’t you take several visits to the gym before you talk to me like that again?”
While the arena couldn’t hear her, Kurt did and separated you. He set a match between you for later that night, but you barely heard him as Mandy repeated what she said, though staying out of mic range. She cackled triumphantly when she could see the words sinking in. There were a couple of matches until then, and you spent that time trying to get her words out of your head. But as the bell rang, all of your efforts sputtered out as she continued her verbal attack.
“How does Elias even look at you? I know he’s a big man, but do his fingertips touch when he hugs you? Or does he have to squeeze?”
You used her words to fuel your energy, sending her repeatedly to the mat.
“One more question: does he kiss you in the dark?”
With a furious scream, you dug your fingers into her scalp and sent her hurtling across the ring. She bounced off the post back to where you could pin her. As the referee called ‘three’ she chuckled. You won the match, but she won the war.
You left the ring quickly and made your way backstage to a lesser-used screen. Elias still had a match, and even though you were feeling broken you wanted to be there for him no matter the outcome of his match.
How can he even look at you?
You shook Mandy’s voice out of your head and focused on Elias’s playing. He was interrupted oddly enough by Curt Hawkins. Two minutes later he had beaten Curt Hawkins. Which meant he was soon to be on his way to you. All muscle and pride and probably humming something sinful.
You couldn’t let him find you.
Do his fingertips touch when he hugs you?
You scrambled to your locker room and locked the door, then slid down it to sit on the floor.
Or does he have to squeeze?
Thunderous knocking made you jump with a squeak. You clapped your hand over your mouth as Elias continued to knock on your door, though less loudly.
“Y/N? Are you in there? Can I come in?” The door creaked as he leaned closer almost as if he could sense you through it. “I have some melodies I want to run by you,” he rumbled. Melodies was his codeword for the way he would hum into your pussy while pinning you to whatever flat surface was handy. Elias hummed in confusion when you kept silent and walked off to look for you, even as you sat on your floor rubbing your thighs together.
He had a rule against it, being incredibly jealous of fulfilling your desires, but his damn voice was too much. And it was all you would allow yourself to have: his voice. You slipped your fingers under the waistbands of your layers and replaced Mandy’s words seared into your brain with pleasure. Then the crescendo replaced everything. His voice. Her words. Your fear. You let out a soft cry as your mind felt blissfully empty.
The hard door bit into your shoulder blades as you fought towards breathing evenly before you would head out. You changed out and focused on appearing as normal as ever: tired after your match and ready for sleep. Which was not unusual. Nothing on your mind, nothing bothering you, just tired. Normal. You said goodbye to people on your way out and heard from a few that Elias was still roaming the arena annoying Balor with music. You chuckled. You would be long asleep at the hotel before he came back.
That was the plan anyway.
When you dropped your bags on the floor of your shared hotel room, the light over the corner chair clicked on, revealing a calm and collected Elias.
“What happened to you?” Elias’ eyebrows scrunched together with worry. “I couldn’t find you. Where’d you go?”
“Nowhere.” You avoided his gaze by unpacking. “I watched your match on that back screen, then changed out, then… just normal things. Why, where’d you go?”
“I talked to Kurt Angle. And then to the ref from your match.”
You felt your throat constrict around the words you tried to form. “Oh.”
“And then when I doubled back to your locker room, I heard something that is usually for my ears only. Do you want to talk about it?”
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. Don’t. Please, don’t. You don’t belong here. “Elias, I… no. I really don’t want to talk about it.”
Elias walked over to stand just within reach. “But you need to?” He hummed. “Y/N, what’s on your mind? You can tell me.” He grazed his fingers down your arm making you shiver with a cacophony of emotions.
Or does he have to squeeze?
You stepped back and grabbed your bathroom things and your sleeping clothes. The lump in your throat was making it hard to breathe, but you fought to hide it all. “I’m just tired. But I’ll see you in the morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. And ready for whatever you want for breaking your rule.”
Elias caught your arm before you could escape. “The rule isn’t to …come here,” he said gently. You let him pull you sit on the bed next to him. “The rule isn’t a law that must never be broken just because I said so. It’s to make sure you know how much you are loved. You don’t have to obey it just to keep me… satisfied. I’m happy if you’re happy.”
“But how could you be happy with me? I’m… I’ve got more rolls… my power comes from throwing my weight at people. Not muscle. Not skill. What do you see in me?” The lump in your throat finally choked you and you gasped. Your knuckles lightened as you clasped your hands in your lap. Elias softly placed his hand on top.
“I see the beautiful woman that I love in heart, soul, mind, and body. A woman who has more talent than half the roster, and one I am always excited to see compete, whether it’s on the screen or from fighting by her side. Y/N, you are both graceful and powerful when you move. In the ring and out.” He reached up and pushed a curl behind your ear. “Tell me, what do you need?”
“Just hold me.” You made no movement to move closer to him, but Elias wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled your head to rest on his shoulder. Once your breathing came easier, you nuzzled your cheek against his nose. He kissed your forehead and down your face to your lips, pressing harder and harder until you turned to twist your fingers in his hair and returned the kiss. He helped you wriggle up the bed so you could lay back on the cushions with his arms still around you and your head tucked under his. Your head rested against his chest in prime position to feel it rumble as Elias began to hum.
It was calming. The tune easily replaced the thoughts in your head, but also sparked something else.
The humming stopped as Elias felt you tense. “What is it?”
You licked your lips to stall for time. “Is… is that one of those melodies you wanted me to hear?”
Elias chuckled. “Yes. Do you want to hear them now or stay like this?”
With each passing second, you could feel your anxieties creeping back up to the surface. “Now,” you rushed, “please.” You fumbled with his shirt and then the buckle on his jeans, desperate to win the race for your confidence. He helped you strip down until you were just in your bra and panties, though they didn’t last long either once he began to kiss his way down your body. He tossed your bra to the floor with the rest of the clothes and kneaded your ample breasts. Inch by inch, he kissed down between your breasts, over your stomach, over your curves, down to one side where his beard scratched against the inside of your thigh. You whimpered as he continued to avoid your sex. His fingers danced around the edges of the fabric and then eased your panties down, following them down your leg with soft kisses. By the time he worked back up your other leg to your hip, you were contorting trying to feel him where you needed him.
He nipped at your hip, then hummed deeply into your sex. You bucked off the bed and moaned. Elias spread his hands across your hips to hold you in place as he kissed and sucked and licked and hummed into your pussy. You fought to keep quiet so you could hear the way he growled when your thighs tightened around his head. Elias chuckled and leaned up, making you whine at the loss.
“Oh, no. I want to hear you.” He again ran his beard across the inside of your thighs and murmured, “every sigh and cry; it’s all beautiful, so give it to me.” He caught your eye one more time, your arousal glistening in his beard, then he went back to pulling every possible sound of pleasure from your lips.
When he was satisfied you were no longer holding back, he began to use his fingers.
Years of practicing the guitar and wrestling had created some rough calluses. Often, they caught on your sweaters and pulled on the fabric of your nicer clothes. Yet they were one of the best tools in his repertoire. Coated in your arousal, each one heightened the pleasure brought on by perfectly experienced fingers. Combined with the continued humming and borderline singing into your heat you were ready to tip over the edge within minutes.
Your thighs shook and shivered, and you buried your fingers in his hair tugging him closer. Elias took your signals and sped up his efforts, curling into just the right spots to make you see phosphenes behind your eyelids. Elias moaned one more time and then sucked down hard on your clit. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, but he leaned up to watch the euphoria send ripples across your body and see your face relax into a bright blissful smile.
Lost to the world, you barely felt him move up the bed to lay at your side. His fingers sucked clean of your essence, danced across your collarbone until you found enough energy to tilt your face towards him. You felt drowsy, but with a slight movement of your leg, you could feel his arousal still confined in his boxer briefs. His ministrations to your collarbone stilled as you reached down and feathered across his clothed length. He shimmed them down his legs. You readied to spread your legs for him to slot between but gasped when he pulled you up to sit on his stomach.
“Wha-“
“Do you trust me?” Elias’s eyes glinted with pupil-blown lust.
He waited until you nodded, then guided you slide back and forth on his length trapped between your bodies. Every once in a while, you shuddered as your clit hit the curve of an ab or the tip of his cock. You were about ready to collapse onto his chest before he grasped your hips and guided his length to your entrance. He eased you up and down, thrusting his hips gently until you took control and sank the rest of the way with a sigh. You wanted to feel the burn of him, but he held you down until your walls fluttered with impatience.
“Please, Elias,” you groaned, digging your nails into his pecs.
Elias let out a shuddered breath and gripped you tighter. “Don’t play with me, ‘cause you’re playing with fire, sweetheart.” He smirked as you froze, then raised you up so he could snap his hips to meet yours. Over and over again, he found different places that made you cry out his name. “That’s right. But you know what’s even better than knowing you’re mine?” He held you down as your orgasm simmered under the surface. “I want you to say it after me. ‘I am beautiful.’”
“I… I am beautiful,” you stuttered. Desperately you circled your hips to steal some relief.
Elias didn’t stop you but gave you a few more thrusts before pausing again. “Now: ‘I am talented.’”
“I am talented.” You gasped as Elias reached up and tweaked your nipples.
“One more,” he said, continuing to play with your breasts. “’I am loved.’”
Your chest felt tight and it was hard to breathe with your release sitting just out of reach. “I… oh, Elias.” He still had one strong hand on your waist and was going to tease you until you finished the statement. “I am… loved.”
You cried out as he dropped his hand to thumb circles into your clit. You fell forward enough to have to brace yourself on his chest, giving Elias more room to bring you to a toe-curling climax. He followed soon after your walls clamped down on him, drawing out pleased moans from both of you.
Elias cleaned you up a few moments later. He sprawled out on the bed in his favorite position: his head on your stomach with his hair draping over you so you could run your fingers through it. You almost fell asleep doing just that, like you had many times before, but his voice broke through your post-sex haze.
“I love you, Y/N. You are perfect as you are. Talented and beautiful and brilliant. We can do this every night until you believe me if you want. Please promise that you won’t hide away from me again?” When you didn’t answer immediately, he reached up and caught your hand.
You gave it a squeeze. “I promise, though I might need frequent reminders.” He released you so you could continue. It didn’t take long before your eyelids grew heavy again. You almost missed it, but you heard Elias humming the melody from earlier. It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.
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