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Prompt: “I have a word for the Finn Balor NSFW alphabet post. Could you do biceps for B?”
B – Biceps
Everybody focuses on his abs. They think they are in on a secret since he wrestles shirtless, and the muscles are hidden the rest of the time. But you know the truth: Finn loves his arms. Where his core gives him the energy, and his legs the power, his arms give him strength. His biceps bulge when he flexes after a successful move to an opponent. They twitch when he’s angry. The biceps are his secret. And you love them. They are what you hold onto in the heat of things. You can hold them in public when he leans down to kiss you. They can wrap around you and flex next to your shoulders; a protective barrier of muscle. He never hesitates to let you run your fingers over them. When you have to dress up, they bulge through his dress shirt. Everybody looks for the gap in his buttons for glimpses of his abs, but you know where the real symbols of his power are.
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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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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 