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Z – Zippers
Finn likes playing with your zippers. One on the back of a dress, or the one for your jeans, his fingers are all over it. When he’s helping you dress before an event, they linger, touching skin when they can. Running down the length of it till he breaks away to hold your waist. Shivers are mandatory. At dinner with friends, he’s running them over your thighs and pressing the zipper in just the right places. If he’s feeling really powerful, Finn will pull the tab and play with the fabric of your panties. Then there are the nights when you are ahead of the game, and there aren’t any. Either way, if he plays with your zippers at any part of the day, you know he’s going to make the most of getting you hot and bothered before getting you completely naked.
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The group of people around the bar’s corner table erupted into laugher.
“Are you serious?” You asked.
“Yeah, we try each other’s moves all the time. It was just that one sparring session that went a little…” Dean whistled and circled a finger next to his head.
Jimmy gave him a gentle shove. “I wasn’t that bad. Anybody can superman-punch if you jump high enough.”
Naomi giggled. “Babe, I know you tried, but it was a little funny.” She giggled again when he frowned at her. It turned into a smile after she kissed his temple. He pulled her face up into a more serious kiss.
Dean poked Jimmy in the shoulder. “Oy, I thought we said no PDA. Nobody’s that drunk yet.”
“No, you said that.” Roman laughed at Dean’s sour face. “And I think it’s because your girl had to ditch you for the night.”
“Well,” you said with a grin, “someone has to work for a living around here, and it’s certainly not you boys.” You gave Naomi a high-five as the guys argued back. Even though she was on Smackdown and you were on Raw, being married to equally hot Samoans had its perks in the supportive women area.
“We work.” Dean crossed his arms, then grinned as a gleam lit his eyes. “Feisty Irish Finn is a job to take down, no matter what day of the week. Just ask Ro.” The group members groaned and begged him not to tell another embarrassing sparring story. But he was already off and it would be impossible to stop him. You considered paying the bartender to slip some tougher stuff into his drinks to knock him out faster.
Then you felt Roman’s hand slide up your thigh, warm and heavy.
The amber bottle was cold and wet against your fingers as you lifted it for a drink. You let Roman slide his hand closer into the space between your legs, opening them wider. He began to rub over your zipper, pressing and moving till your heart was thundering in your ears.
When it became too much, you took a deep breath and set your face as if listening to Dean’s story.
Under the table, you laid your hand over Roman’s. He stopped moving, tossing you a smug side glance. You began to massage his middle finger. You swirled your thumb over the tip. Pressed gently on the knuckles. You grinned as Roman’s breathing became shallow. You lifted his hand off your heat and returned it to his own thigh. There may or may not have been a pause as you brushed against the bulge in his lap.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Naomi broke through the haze settling in your head. “You look a little flush.”
“I’m fine,” you chuckled, “I never could drink more than one beer.” You finished the bottle with one more swallow then pushed back from the table. “So I’m going to call it a night. Could you call me a cab, Ro?”
“I’ll do you one better than that. I was your ride after all.”
“No, stay. You need a break with your family.”
“They can get drunk well enough without me. See you guys later.” He waved off your further feigned apologies and led you to the car.
You were halfway home before he said anything.
“So. What was with the teasing back there? Were you trying to start something, little girl?”
“Um, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who reached into my lap first. Were you trying to start something, Big Dog?”
He snorted. “Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t.” Roman’s voice dropped an octave, “maybe, I was trying to make you cum in front of everybody.”
You gulped in a shallow lung-full of air. “What about Dean’s ‘No PDA’ rule? Shouldn’t that include teasing?”
Roman took your hand and placed it on his thigh. “I believe I made it clear I didn’t agree with that rule.” Your skin prickled with cold as he removed his hand to place it back on the wheel.
He wanted teasing? Fine. Then you would give him teasing.
You took your hand back and pulled down the zipper of your jeans. With a sigh, you shoved them down your legs. Roman growled and shifted in his seat, but you kept working on yourself. The simple cotton panties were already soaked through. You dipped your fingers under the band and slid one in between your lips. A moan escaped you as the slick helped fuel the arousal growing between your legs. You continued stroking yourself as Roman pressed harder on the gas pedal.
The car squealed into the garage. The door wasn’t even all the way down before he snatched your hand out of your panties and held it in front of his face. He watched as your slick ran down your fingers into your palm. His eyes darted to yours then smiled. You clenched your thighs together at the warning face of the man who loved to eat you alive. Roman stroked your wrist with his thumb, then flattened his tongue against your palm to lap up your juices. Usually, that wasn’t your thing, but damn his tongue was so big. A few moments later he dragged you from the car and hoisted you over his shoulder.
Your feet didn’t touch the ground again till he slammed the door shut to the master bedroom and pinned you against it. He nipped his way across your collarbone all the while kneading your ass. Then your clothes began to disappear. First, he slid his hands up the curve of your ass and under your shirt till it flew across the room. He pushed the fabric of your panties over your hips so they could fall to the floor. Then, while you worked on unhooking his belt, he toyed with the clasp on your bra.
“Roman, please,” you gasped between kisses and pushing your chest forward. He finally popped it and slid the straps down your arms. You pushed both his jeans and his boxers down his legs; the sight of him made you lick your lips. Again, he hoisted you into the air but carried you bridal style. He dropped your legs before sitting on the bed and laying back, alone. Roman wiggled his hips till you took the hint.
You leaned over to run your hands up his thick thighs. Focus. You’d have to ride those another night. His length gave a jolt as you ran your tongue from his balls to the tip. His hips may have jumped too, but you were too focused on swirling your mouth around the tip to remember. Relaxing your throat, you began to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your mouth with each pass. Finally, you reached the point where he bumped the back of your throat. Roman let out a guttural cry and buried his fingers in your hair. He guided you up and down his length as you hungrily licked the underside on your way. He began shuddering when you used your hand to stroke the inside of his thigh.
“Y/N… you gotta back off… or I’m not gon… gonna last long.” You watched as he fell back from watching you. His eyes rolled under his fluttering eyelids. You took mercy on him, but just barely. You sucked hard on your way off his shaft. There was a satisfying pop, and then you crawled up to lay next to him. You rested your hand on his chest as it rose and fell with his gasps for air. Once he caught his breath, Roman wove his fingers with yours.
You squealed as he pushed you further up the bed into the pillows. He caged your body beneath his; a cage of pure muscle and tattoo. The memory of how you had gotten into this position bubbled up, making you giggle. You took the chance in Roman’s confused face to grip his length in your hand and twist it like you twisted his finger back at the bar.
“My turn,” he growled.
Anything leading up to this point suggested that Roman would have teased his cock at your entrance for a few moments, maybe thrust slowly a few times, and then pounded you into the mattress. Instead, you found yourself flipped over to sit on his stomach with his cock caught between your pussy and his chest. Your hips were trapped in his large warm hands; you were not going to be allowed to control the pace. He grinned at you, then began to slide you back and forth across his length, slicking it with your arousal. No matter how much you moaned and pleaded, Roman kept the pace steady till you were a quivering mess and droopingly supporting yourself on his shoulders.
He pushed you back towards his legs one more time, then helped you to your knees so he could guide his cock into you. You wanted to sink in one go, to feel the perfect burn of his girth, but he squeezed bruises into your skin as he controlled how quickly you sank onto him. Once he was balls deep, Roman held you tight, keeping you from raising back up. Everything felt more intense as your walls fluttered around him.
“Move, Roman, please,” you begged.
“Uh-uh. I thought you might want to sit here for a minute. Just feel me inside you, filling you up. You feel so good… so perfect like this, baby. So… gah.” He shuddered underneath you as you clamped around him. “Naughty,” he warned.
“Please, Ro, I won’t tease you again.” You brushed your hair out of your eyes to see his bemused expression. “Unless you want me to.”
“Maybe later. Now let’s get you filled up with something else, hmm?”
You screamed as he pulled you almost completely off him before impaling you once again. Over and over again he thrust and pulled you down onto him hard. Jumbled expletives mixed with his name fell from your lips as he brought you quickly to the edge of orgasm.
“You gonna come so quickly, baby? So good for me. Come on, cum for me.” Roman reached over and rubbed his thumb in narrow circles over your clit. You tumbled onto his chest as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. His guttural moan sounded far away as his cum filled you after one last faltering thrust.
He rubbed your back till the waves stopped hitting you so hard and started simmering down to pleasurable swells. He pulled you off and left you sprawled across the sheets. You heard the water running in the bathroom, then he came back with a warm towel and a glass of water. He helped you sit up after cleaning you off, taking the glass when it was empty. Once you had snuggled under the sheets, he curled you into his chest. You were both out like a light within a few content breaths.
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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.
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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.
Dick won unlimited kisses till the 4th with his New Year’s glitter antics. How far would he have to go to win them for life?
Pairing: Dick Greyson x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: plot without point, SMUT, oral (female receiving), fluff ending (kinda?)
Word Count: ~1620
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Whether you were on or off duty, Dick was taking full advantage of his kissing rights. You had promised him endless ones till July since he gliterized Jason, but as July moved on Dick had gotten anxious. He knew why you ended the deal in July. It was one of the crazier months of the year with the availability of fireworks and prestigious celebrations that could be crashed.
But you didn’t want the deal to end as much as he didn’t. It wasn’t that he couldn’t kiss you anytime in the first place, but the excessive mistletoe back at Christmas had to be dealt with. Although, you couldn’t complain of the results of your Christmas sparring match.
If anything, you loved the way his mouth moved against yours. The way he would chuckle as you leaned forward when he pulled away. How your hips would press against his when you were in the mood for something more.
“Chandra? Come in, Chandra.” The voice calling your vigilante name broke through your thoughts. “Chandra, are you okay?” It finally registered that you were talking to Bruce.
“Yes, sorry,” you said, pressing the com further into your ear. “Nothing to report so far. This side of town is quiet.”
“Good to hear. Head back to the Batcave and rest up. We have several hours before the mayor’s Fourth of July Banquet. Nightwing will fill you in on the details.”
“Yes, sir. Over and out.”
You found Dick staring at the plethora of screens in the cave. After removing the radio from your ear, you watched him flick through every camera he had access to. A shadow flickered at the bottom corner of one screen. Dick maneuvered his screens to show every possible path. The shadow passed through another one, then pounced on a mouse in the third.
“Such a fiend should be brought to justice,” you said in your best Batman voice. Then you giggled. “Don’t let Damian see it though, or we’ll have another pet.”
Dick smiled back and walked over to pull you into his arms. He rested his chin on your head as you buried your face into his chest. After a moment, he pulled back. “Are you okay? You sounded a little out of it on the com.”
“Yeah, I’m good. I was thinking over something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Am I going to like it?”
“I think so.”
Before he could reply with some sassy remark, Tim rode into the cave on his bat-bike. “Hey, Grayson. Can I watch the screens for an hour or so? I have a theory.”
“Sure, I guess. But if you mess up my system I’ll have you rewire the game room.” He chuckled as you shuddered in his arms. Even the hardest tech-monster would run screaming from the game room. It looked like something out of a space horror movie.
“Fair enough. Are you okay, Y/N?”
“Yeah, my ankle felt like it was acting up. Dick was going to look at it for me.” You yelped as Dick lifted you off the floor and started to carry you back into the house. “Thanks for asking, Tim.”
Back in Dick’s room, he dropped you on the bed. “You didn’t say anything about your ankle earlier. I thought I was going to like this talk?”
“You are. I couldn’t exactly say I wanted to extend your kissing contract indefinably in front of him, now could I?”
Dick smirked. “So… may I kiss you now?” You nodded. He dipped down to press his lips against you chastely. “May I kiss you again?” You hummed and rose up to meet him. He licked your bottom lip till you opened up to him. His hands ran over your heated skin, leaving hotter streaks in their wake. He broke away, chuckling as your lips followed him. “What if I want to do more than kiss you?”
You rested a finger on your lips as if in thought. “You still have to ask nicely.”
“Always. May I have this roll in the hay, Miss Y/N?”
“Yes, you may, Mr. Richard.”
With a giggle, you pulled at the hem of his shirt. Dick helped you discard it before making quick work of your uniform. He slid out of his pants and boxer briefs as you tossed away your bra and panties. He hovered over you while your chest heaved. The minimal light in the room made his face stand out in contrast, angular and half-hidden. Your eyes flicked down to see what the light was doing to his abs. Washboard as ever. Dick stole your focus back by running his nose down your forehead, over your face, down the hollow of your throat, and stopping between your breasts. He sucked slightly on your skin, then kissed his way up your breast, swirling his tongue around the peak. Your skin broke out into chills as he blew gently across the damp tip, hardening it. He kissed his way down and up to the other side before bringing the other nipple to attention the same way.
You arched into him. Your breath shuddered in your chest. Your skin may have felt like ice, but your blood was on fire. Dick took your arch as a chance to snake his arm behind your waist and flip you over a pillow. He kissed his way across your shoulder blades and down your spine. He sucked a mark just at the base of your spine. He blew cool air over that spot too, making you gasp.
He leaned back up to whisper in your ear. “Would you like your roll in the hay to be gentle and slow, or fast and rough, Miss Y/N?”
You groaned in pleasure. Rough sounded wonderful, but you had to think practically. “Slow tonight. I need to be able to run tonight if things go sideways at the banquet.”
“Yes, ma’am. Slow and gentle it is.” Dick shimmied down the bed till his face was aligned with your pussy. He parted the meat of your ass to get a better look and found it glistening. He hummed as he laid a thick stripe bottom to top. “You always taste so wonderful.” He continued to lick and suck till you were hyper sensitive and hyper aware of how wantonly you were moaning. With each moan from you, Dick increased his efforts to please you; a delightful barter system of yours. He added fingers to the mix. He curled and twisted his digits till your moans had turned into soft screams.
“Anytime you want to come, Y/N, go ahead. Hold nothing back.”
Your walls clenched around his fingers as he curled them deeper into you. Your skin burned as he licked up the slick pouring from you. Warm hands rubbed your legs till they stopped shuddering from the bliss. Gently he hummed against the side of your thighs, soothing you till your breathing was no longer ragged.
As if a warm blanket had settled over you, you fought off the sudden urge to sleep. You could feel Dick’s hard length against your backside as he came to hover over you.
“Do you want to sleep, or…” he started.
“One more. Please, Dick, one more. With you.”
A sigh passed through your lips as he massaged your shoulders and kissed the back of your head. He reached down and guided his tip into your wet heat. He used your arousal to coat his cock before beginning a slow entrance into you. There was no way you could have been any more relaxed and ready for him. He slid in easily, like silk, bottoming out with a grunt.
“Sweet… gah… you feel perfect, Y/N.”
He took a deep breath, then began to pull just as slowly out of you. The languid rhythm was nearly tortuous. It was enough burn to bring you close to orgasm, but you knew it would never push you over. Tiny mewls and breathy hums did nothing to spur him on like they usually would. He seemed intent on making the sensation last but you could feel him struggling. His cock throbbed inside you, ready to finish. Your skin had broken into a sweat long ago, but you could feel his sliding through yours as he maintained his pace.
“Dick, sweetie, you can go a little faster than that. Please?”
He moaned back at you and started to jolt his hips. The sound of skin slapping on skin mingled with the increased cries falling from both of you. The tell-tale fire in your gut reached its combustion point and you tumbled over the edge. You felt his hips stutter once, twice and then he stilled and spilled into you with rope after rope.
You were almost asleep when you felt the bed dip and Dick roll you off the pillow and onto your back. He maneuvered a warm towel between your legs, and then a second one over your skin till it was cleansed of patrol and sex sweat. You groaned in protest as he sat you up.
“Hydrate. Bruce will kill me if you pass out from dehydration on mission.” He waited till you finished the glass before refilling it and downing it himself. Then he slid into the bed and pulled the covers over your bodies.
You would have been a sleep, but his mind was seemingly still awake.
“Do you think anyone’s figured out how to make a Bat symbol firework yet?”
You would have rolled your eyes had they not already been closed and if you had the energy. You settled for a gentle smile.
“If you see any, let me know,” you murmured. You felt him stroke your hair till consciousness slipped away.
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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.
Our Deepest Desires 