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big d!ck enjin!...MDNI. [enjin x reader] wc: 561
honey pie!...MDNI. [qifrey x reader]
what happens upon your small village looking for spell casting materials. but when a storm hits, he stumbles across something that might be too much for him to handle… wc: 1.7k
save a horse, ride a vet!...MDNI. [ifa x reader]
exactly what it sounds like. wc: 2.0k
before you go...MDNI. [varka x reader]
what transpires the night before your beloved husband, Varka, sets off on his expedition... wc: 2.8k
dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more, @/cursed-carmine, and @/omi-resources
ENJIN has a big dick. And honestly, it shouldn’t be a surprise.
All tall and broad-shouldered and muscular, your eyes widen when he pulls his pants down for the first time.
“Hey, what’s that look for?”
He eyes you with a raised brow and half a smirk. “Never seen a dick before or what, sweetheart?”
“No, it’s just…”
You gape at his member. His heavy, leaking tip is pressed against his belly button, standing tall and erect against his chiseled abs.
Shit, it’s thick, too.
With an accusing finger, you jab at his chest.
“You’re way too big!”
But no matter how much you complain and whine and grumble at him for the size of his dick, you still end up taking it like a-
“Good girl.”
His voice is condescending, teasing, cocky. Per usual.
He loves your size difference, the way he towers over you, the way he can pin you down to the mattress to pound your stretched pussy.
He loves seeing your tits bounce and the way your eyes roll back and mouth falls open when he finally bottoms out in you.
And he loves making you work for it, laying on the bed not breaking a sweat while you writhe and squirm on top of him.
“C’mon, doll,” he grins, eyes glinting. “Ride me like you mean it. I wanna see those tits bounce, hehe.”
You moan. “I- I’m still tryna fit you, Enjin, you- fuckin’ horse,” you gasp out.
Looking down, you see the imprint of his dick on your abdomen and suddenly it makes sense why you can feel him in your stomach.
“That’s not very nice, sweets,” he pouts. His long fingers draw circles idly on your hips as you shudder, slowly sinking down inch by inch on his cock.
And when you finally manage to take it all, his balls pressed into your pussy and tip kissing your cervix, he’s leaning up to you, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Good job, baby,” he coos.
And he snaps his hips up into you.
You shriek. Head thrown back, spine arched, jaw open and tongue lolling, you’re seeing stars from one thrust.
“I’m so proud of you, my girl,” he groans, biting his lip. “You’re taking me so well—just look at you.”
The kisses he presses down your neck are so gentle compared to his vicious thrusts.
The bed frame is rattling, floorboards creaking, headboard thumping against the wall as his swollen head pounds into your cunt.
He can barely take this—your warm, wet cunt feels so good, so tight, so soft around him. It’s unbearable. And he knows you feel the same, with the way you’re drooling and babbling nonsense as he slams his dick up into you.
“Oh- ungh- y-you- s’ good- hah, Enjin!” You slur out. “Feels s-soooo good- your dick- ah- hah- feels s’ good!”
Enjin’s cheeks are flushed red, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip with a lopsided smirk.
“Yeah, pretty girl? You love my big dick, huh? Naughty thing.”
“Hngh, I- Enjin, I’m cumming!~”
And he finishes with you with a groan, swallowing thickly as his cum spurts into your poor, stretched pussy.
Gasping for breath, you flop over, muscles twitching with exertion as his seed drips out of you.
“Fuck you and your giant dick,” you groan, weakly smacking his chest.
He laughs before planting a wet, sappy kiss to your forehead.
QIFREY happens upon your small village looking for spell casting materials. but when a storm hits, he stumbles across something that might be too much for him to handle…
contents: fem!milf!reader x QIFREY , smut (MDNI), fingering, teasing, nipple play, multiple orgasms, ȯverstimulation, unprotected ṣex, finishing inside, pet names (ma'am, darling, miss, beautiful, baby for reader, sir for QIFREY), breeding kink
wc: 1.7k
“Hm, no honeytrees here…”
The silver-haired man turns his gaze upwards towards the clouds, dark and rumbling in the distance. “I didn’t realize I had to go so far out into the countryside to find one.” He murmurs. “And with a storm coming. How untimely.”
Heavy droplets of rain are falling by the time your village comes into his view. Circling his pen over his palm quire, he shields himself from the rain, slowly making his way towards the nearest house.
I suppose I’ll ask a local for directions, he thinks with a sigh.
Rapping on the door, he’s expecting an average villager to open the door, but-
Oh.
You peek through the crack in the door. “Hello? Can I help you?”
Even with only half your body exposed, Qifrey is speechless. Voluptuous curves, gentle eyes, soft skin peeking through the crack—shit.
You’re exactly his type.
Regaining his composure, he manages to force out words. “Hello there! Sorry for intruding. I was wondering if you knew where to find honeytrees? I heard they were native to this region.”
You pull the door open and he sets his gaze on your eyes, trying so very, very hard not do let his eyes trail down to your swelling cleavage.
“Of course!” You smile. “But it’s raining rather hard outside right now—please do come in! I’ll give you the directions later.”
Qifrey hesitates. “I really appreciate it, ma’am, but I really must get going-”
“Please, sir, this storm is sure to continue for a while. It’s late too, look at the time! Rest here while you can, I insist,” you urge, hands on your very wide, very lovely hips. “It’ll be nice and warm in here.”
He swallows. “I- really, that’s not necessary-” But before he can get another word out, you drag him inside.
It’s warm and cozy in your home, Qifrey admits to himself.
“Please, sit down. Make yourself comfortable, sir,” you chime, hurrying to the kitchen. “I’ll make tea.”
He resigns himself to your sofa, his weary body sinking into the pillows. Glancing around, he notices a shining picture frame hung above the crackling fireplace.
“That’s my daughter,” you beam from the kitchen. “Isn’t she just the cutest?” Your smile threatens Qifrey’s heart rate as you stroll back into the living room, teapot and teacups in hand.
“You have a daughter?” He tilts his head.
“Yes, sir, I do. 5 years old this year.”
Handing him a steaming cup of tea, you return his question. “Do you have children?”
He pauses for a moment, taking the teacup from you. Images of his apprentices spring to mind. “Well,” Qifrey quirks a smile. “Yes, I suppose I do. Three- no, four now.”
“Really now? For such a young man? I suppose you must be a real heartbreaker!” You laugh, pouring yourself a cup.
Qifrey tries to ignore the way his cheeks heat up. “No no, I can assure you, it’s nothing like that,” he hurriedly reassures. “It’s- they’re- adopted.”
“Ah, I see now. Still, being a father at your age must be tiring,” you respond with a gentle smile.
“I’m really not that young, miss…” he murmurs.
You raise an eyebrow. “How old are you, then?” you muse. But your voice is suddenly sultry, flirtatious, and it sends shivers down Qifrey’s spine.
You lean forward, your full, heavy breasts showing off aaaaall your cleavage dangerously close to Qifrey’s face. And this time, he can’t pull his gaze away.
“Old enough to be a father,” he manages out. You smirk, scooting closer to him. Your arm brushing his is enough to send sparks down his nerves. He can see you, all of you, in such breathtaking detail—the swelling curves of your breasts and hips, the roll of your tummy, the softness of your graceful hands. Even your nipples are visible, perky, peeking out through your sheer white nightgown. His dick twitches in under his robe.
“Really now?” you tease. Trailing a finger up his arm, you can’t help but giggle. How cute.
Leaning over, your lips to brush the shell of his ear, and you whisper so seductively that Qifrey nearly faints: “How fortunate.”
Qifrey bolts upright, standing stiff as a board. “Ma’am, I’m- flattered, truly, but- your child, your husband…we…” his stern voice falls to a hush. “We cannot do this.”
You look up at him. “Sir…my husband left this village a long time ago. While I was still pregnant.” You cast your eyes downward. “And my daughter is fast asleep. Has been for a while now, this late into the night” you crack a smile, giggling. “That girl can sleep through anything.”
Qifrey stills. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t realize…”.
You smile softly, shushing him. “Please, it’s no problem. I don’t mind, truly.”
Pausing, you fidget with your hands. “But if you’d truly like to make up for it…” you whisper, gliding your hand up Qifrey’s leg. “Please, let us…enjoy this moment together, if you would so like?”
It takes nothing more to collapse any of Qifrey’s remaining restraint.
He’s on you in a split second, gasping into your lips, kissing you ferociously.
So, so pretty. So soft.
He’s chanting mantras in his head as his hand slips underneath your thin nightgown, circling and teasing at your nipples.
“Oh- oh, please, sir- ” you gasp out, bucking and whining, grinding your hips into his. He moans into your lips, nudging your legs open with his knee. “You temptress,” he grunts, swallowing back a moan.
Your pussy twitches as his cold hands cup your tits. His thumbs run over your hardening, perky nipples, and you bite back a whimper.
“Such pretty, sensitive little nipples,” he purrs. “C’mere, darling.”
He bends over and mouths at your tits through your sheer nightgown. “You like me sucking on your tits, don’t you?” he smirks, tongue flicking your nipple. “Say it, beautiful.”
“Y-yes, I like it so much!”
His pale, slender hands grab at your waist and ass with desperation, pulling up the hem of your skirt. “Good girl,” he breathes. “You’re so obedient for me, ma’am.”
“Mm, sir, please,” you whine, back arching.
“Not sir. Qifrey,” he whispers into your ear, nipping at your neck. Your pussy twitches as his fingers dip into your slick folds. “Ugh- ”
His fingers twist and scissor inside you, the lewd squelching of his fingers turning your brain to mush. Thumb rubbing your red and puffy clit, Qifrey pulls a whine from your lips. “Aw, poor thing,” he coos. “But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
You squeal as Qifrey rubs your clit faster and faster, his other fingers thrusting in and out of your hole as your juices leak out.
“C’mon, cum all over my fingers, beautiful,” he rasps. And with a cry, you climax, toes curling and eyes rolling back in your head.
“Fuck,” Qifrey breathes. Your cunt was puffy, slick shinning in the warm glow of the fireplace. He can’t help but spread your pussy lips open with his fingers, admiring your pretty, swollen clit.
Round, heavy tits heaving with effort, you lay back gasping for air. “Qifrey, I- oh!” You shriek as he flips you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and lifting them—and suddenly, his cock plunges into you.
You’re so warm and soft and tight, Qifrey thinks, gritting his teeth. “I’m- gonna start moving, okay?” he hisses, shuddering as your tight hole contracts around him.
“Yes, please, fuck me!”
With a sharp smack to your ass, he bottoms out in you, leaking tip kissing your cervix. Qifrey’s eyes bore into the spot where you two are connected, watching his cock split your pussy apart.
“Mmm, you’re doing so well,” he laughs breathlessly. “You’ve got such a- hah- such a nice, juicy ass, too.”
With a groan, slaps your ass before grabbing your titties, bouncing and jiggling from the aggression of his thrusts, and he pinches at your nipples. “O-o-ohhh, f-fu-fuck!” you cry. “Fuck me harder, please~!”
“Yes ma’am.”
And with that, Qifrey’s thrusts become harder, faster, his balls slapping against your clit as he pounds your pussy. His hips are ferocious, his cock drilling into you so violently that it leaves your ass cheeks red and stinging.
Bending over you, he moves his hand down to your throbbing, dripping clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in quick circles.
Body trembling, you’re lost for words, only babbling out nonsense as he fucks you deeper and harder.
“Such a round, juicy ass and- ” Qifrey grabs your chin and twists you around to face him. “-such a sexy set of titties, fuck.”
He kisses you harshly, tongue thrashing and tangling with yours as you mewl into his mouth. “Naaaaasty lil’ pussy- hah- you looove this dick, don’t you? Dirty thing.”
You whine, pussy squelching in response, slick leaking down Qifrey’s cock as he hammers into your wet hole. “Yeah? Want me to pump you full of cum? Give you another cute lil’ kid?”
Qifrey’s grinning ear to ear, biting his lip as he imagines you round, plump, tits filled with milk. “Let me make you a mama, yeah?”
You moan, voice cracking. “Yes, yes, please Qifrey, breed me~” you babble. “Wan-want you to fill me with your cum, p-please?”
You’re batting your pretty eyelashes up at him, and the sight makes his cock twitch.
“Breed me, please?”
Oh, god help him.
He really can’t resist you, you and your juicy tits and jiggling ass, your softness, your sweetness. All of it has his pristine mind in shambles as he loses himself in fucking your tight, wet heat.
The plap-plap-plap of his balls against your soaking pussy has him whining with need just as much as you. “Pound me harder, c’mon, please, need your dick!” you moan out. “Make me cum a-again- ah~!”
Fingers bruising your hips, he nips and sucks at your neck. “Whatever you want, sweet thing-” One of his hands find your tit, flicking your nipples, while the other delves down to your bruised pussy, a finger sinking into your pussy next to his cock.
“Ooh, cumming, I’m- cumming!~”
With a squeal, you squirt slick all over his cock and fingers. Qifrey’s jaw drops open, letting out a long, drawn out moan. His balls clench, spurting his thick, hot seed into your abused, twitching cunt.
“Fuuuuck, baby, you- ah- feel so fucking good!” he hisses, eyes rolled back, hips bucking and stuttering to a stop against your ass.
Cock still twitching and stiff inside your pussy, you and Qifrey lay there for a long moment in silence, bathing in afterglow, a mess of sweaty bodies and heaving chests.
You’re still catching your breath when he breaks the silence.
“You…are incredible,” Qifrey breathes. “I’m sorry if I…went too rough. I’ll get you the right herbs, make sure you don’t take to my seed.”
He stands up, his pale skin still glimmering with sweat. “I’ll leave now, ma’am, I’m…thank you for the- oof!”
Your arm wraps around his slender waist, pulling him down into you.
“Stay a while longer…you still need those directions, right, honey?”
a/n: i'm alive! i had such a busy year but i'll be trying to write more now! missed you lovelies ₊˚⊹ 𑣲⋆｡˚ dividers from @/cursed-carmine !!
exactly what the title says. minors do not interact.
contents: fem!reader x IFA, smut, teasing, fingering, p in v, riding + cowgirl, ifa calling reader “bro” (lol), lovey dovey romance, fluff, pet names/name calling (baby, my girl, darling, ṣlut), overstim, finishing inside
wc: 2.0k
It was already dark out, and Ifa still wasn’t home.
Sighing, you gently set down the dish you’d been drying. It’d been a while since your boyfriend had been home this late. He’d usually be home in time for dinner, save for the few days he’s running around the countrysides of Natlan, but there would occasionally be days like this.
You hesitate to begin packing dinner leftovers into the fridge for him, hoping he’ll be back soon. But glancing out the window in your kitchen, you can see the moon gently rising above the tops of the nearby buildings. You sigh again.
Click!
Your head turns sharply at the sound of the front door opening.
“Ifa!”
One glance at him and you can tell he’s exhausted: head drooped, back hunched, leaning against the doorframe as if he’s about to collapse, you immediately dart over to his side.
“Hey, you okay?” you gently touch his shoulder as he drags himself inside, and he lets out a long groan.
“You won’t believe the day I’ve had, bro,” he bemoans. You raise an eyebrow, lips quirking up in a half-grin. “Oh, yeah? How’s your day been, bro?” you tease.
Ifa huffs out a laugh. “Absolutely terrible.” He drops his bag onto the floor and staggers over to the living room, promptly collapsing onto the couch. “Had multiple big cases today, plus a ton of small ones, and that damned Granny Itzli kept pestering me about delivering stuff to Ororon. Not that I mind, though.” He sighs, tossing his hat to the side.
“Mm, sounds like a long day,” you agree, crashing onto the couch next to him. “Yeah, ‘d rather not think about it now that it’s over.” Ifa rakes a hand through his hair, head falling back on the cushions. “How’s your day been, bro?”
“Same old, just missing my lovely boyfriend- I mean, ahem- my bro,” you snicker, and Ifa groans playfully. “C’mon, you know it’s a habit! You don’t need to make fun of me every time, babe.”
“Yeah, but it’s never not funny,” you laugh, poking at his side. He pouts a little, feigning offense, before a genuine smile cracks at his features. “But in all seriousness, I missed you too.” Ifa leans over and places a gentle peck on your lips.
“Think I missed you more.”
“Don’t think so.”
“Nah, I totally think I did.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
There’s a smirk on Ifa’s face, and you know all too well what he’s implying. You cock an eyebrow. “You sure? Aren’t you tired after toda- oof!”
With one swift, graceful movement, Ifa slides you onto his lap. “Yeah, I am tired after today,” he grins devilishly at you. Sitting on top of him, you feel something hard right under your crotch, and you can’t help but blush a little. “Ifa, I- mmph!”
A moan slips out as Ifa grinds up against you, still wearing that infuriatingly handsome smirk. “What is it, baby?” he coos, hips rolling into yours. You bite your lip, feeling your panties dampen as his erection rubs against your cunt.
Determined to not let him get the better of you, you grind back down against him, dragging a grunt from his lips. “You’re such a tease,” you huff out, trying not to whine at the delicious friction of your hips rutting against each other. Ifa laughs, one hand behind his head, and one hand coming down to hold your hip. “You love it though, don’t you?” He teases. “Haah, shit. You’re so pretty on top of me, baby.”
The heat coiling in your loins is tensing, and you feel your cunt flutter, aching for more friction. But you can tell Ifa feels the same way when his hand skillfully flicks open the button of your pants, hand slipping down, down, down to your hole, wet and clenching with need.
But instead of fingering you (as you desperately hoped), he teases you more, circling your clit slowly over the damp spot on your panties. You whine at the sensation, and Ifa chuckles. “Ifa! Don’t- don’t tease me, please,” you beg, pride completely dissolved. “Oh? This is all it takes for my girl to start begging?”
Ifa’s fingers slide into your panties, just grazing over your swollen clit. You nearly cry out, bucking your hips into his hand. “Ifa!”
“Haha, I know, I’m sorry baby. I’ll stop teasin’ ya.”
He stretches up to kiss at your neck, sucking and biting out red marks that would surely be visible tomorrow morning. But you barely feel the nipping sensation of his canines on your throat because-
“Hngh- right- right there, Ifa-!”
His fingers are expertly working at your cunt, scissoring and thrusting and rubbing at all your sensitive spots with ease, and you whine when his thumb comes up to rub your clit. He knows exactly what makes you tick, exactly what works you over to your orgasm so easily.
And he does exactly that.
You cry out as you cum on his fingers, thighs trembling and pussy twitching as your arousal drips down his wrist. Head thrown back, you don’t notice Ifa biting down on his lip, holding in a damn near animalistic growl as his cock twitches desperately in his pants.
“Fuck. I was gonna take it slow, but after that…”
He reaches up to tear your top clean off, much to your chagrin. “H-hey, Ifa-!” you protest weakly, smacking a shaky hand against his broad chest. “I don’t have the patience to undo all those damn buttons,” he grunts. “I’ll buy you another, I promise.”
“At least take your shirt off too,” you paw at the buttons of his shirt. “And your pants too, while we’re at it.”
You and Ifa fuck a lot. To say you fuck like bunny rabbits wouldn’t be an understatement.
So why is it that you never get used to seeing his cock? Long and thick, springing out of his pants, angry red mushroom tip twitching with need. Just the sight of it makes you drool, pussy clenching as a bead of arousal slips out.
“A picture’ll last longer, darling,” Ifa teases. You swallow, still enraptured by the sight of the pearly precum beading at the tip of his cock that’s tapping against his belly button. “U- uh huh,” you mewl out.
You’re desperate now, aching for his dick to stretch you out, your hand lining up his stiff length with your drooling entrance. “Mm, eager, arent’cha?” Ifa muses. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t just as desperate to fuck you, to feel your soft, wet, velvet walls clenching and fluttering around his cock.
“S-shut up,” you gasp out. Your thighs are trembling again as his tip enters you. “A-ah, shit, baby,” Ifa swears. The stretch of his tip alone almost sends you careening over the edge into your second orgasm, but you steel yourself as you slowly push his cock into your heat.
You only get about two inches in before Ifa’s hands are suddenly at your hips, gripping them harshly.
“Fuck.”
And he slams you down on his cock.
Oh, this is gonna be the death of you.
Not old age, not illness, not some tragic accident—but Ifa’s fucking cock stretching you out so deliciously, so painfully good that you feel like you’ve already ascended to heaven.
Ifa doesn’t waste any time letting you adjust to his girth. He’s already lifting your hips and slamming them back down again, his cock thrusting in and out of your swollen lips at a ruthless pace.
Slap-slap-slap!
The sound of your ass slapping against Ifa’s muscular thighs is enough to make your head spin with lust, and when you hear him start moaning, you can’t help but squeeze around his rock-hard length pistoning in and out of you.
“Hngh, I-Ifa, I- haah, unghhh, Ifa-!”
You’re sobbing on his dick, nails digging into his thighs as he ruts into you. Your dizzy eyes trail from his pecs to his lean abs to his narrow hips, where his toned v-line lead your sight to his cock covered with your slick, shining droplets dripping down his balls that are plap-plap-plapping against the bouncing flesh of your ass.
“Gooood girl,” Ifa groans out. “Look so fuckin’ good bouncing on my cock like this- haah, shit!” and you whine in response.
“Want it harder, baby? C’mon, use- use your words, pretty thing. Tell me, do you-” he thrusts up into you. “Do you want it harder? Want more?”
“Yes, yes yes yes- Ifa, please!” you blubber out. “Wan’- want your cock, d-deeper, more- hic!”
He laughs breathlessly, and with one deep, violent thrust, he slams into you, drawing a scream from your lungs. “Fuuuucking hell, baby, you- ugh, your pretty pussy feels so good,” he hisses out, nails digging into your hips.
Ifa’s tip drags tantalizingly against your dripping walls as he pulls out almost all the way, before pounding right back into you.
“Hnngh-! Ah- haaah, hngh, f-f- ungh- fuck!”
Each of your moans is broken, punctuated with one of Ifa’s brutal thrusts. His teeth are gritted, sweat sticking his snowy white hair to his temples, moisture making his lean torso glisten. The layers of muscle on his abdomen are tense, clenching and twisting with effort as each time he rams into you.
“Greedy girl, you- ugh- you love it rough, don’tcha? I’m so- ” he growls, eyebrows furrowing in ecstasy. “-so lucky to have such a cock-hungry slut waitin’ for me at home, aren’t I?”
He’s panting now, perspiration sticking your hips together. Your hips stutter, bucking and grinding against him desperate for release, before-
Smack!
“Who said you could slow down?”
Ifa’s voice is almost condescending as he gives another rough smack! to your ass. The sting edges you closer and closer to your orgasm and you whimper. “ ‘m- ‘m sorry, Ifa, jus’ wanna cum already!”
He smirks, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.”
You half-expect, half-pray for him to keep fucking you, but instead, he turns you around on his cock, your ass now facing him. The friction of the movement has you seeing stars, but more than that, the angle of his thick shaft fucking you from this newposition has you creaming all over his dick.
“IFA!”
Your voice is hoarse from the screaming. You can barely form any coherent words now that Ifa’s fucking you like this: so much rougher, so much deeper (if that was even possible), hitting that gooey spot that makes your vision go white.
“Fuck, your ass looks so good- so fuckin’ good bouncing on my dick like this,” Ifa curses. His eyes are fixed on your ass, on his stiff cock railing you so hard that the couch is creaking and straining with effort to stay in one piece.
Ifa’s hips are coming up off the cushions now as he hammers away into your puffy lips, rubbed raw and sensitive. His thighs are covered in sweat and arousal, the sticky slapping of his skin against yours ringing in your ears, but it barely registers in your brain as Ifa speeds up his thrusts, only becoming more fierce.
“I-Ifaaa- ‘m- hic! I- I can’t-” you manage to slur out.
“Ah-ah,” he growls. “Jus’- jus’ one more f’me. Just- ” Thrust. “One-” Thrust. “More-!” Thrust.
“Fuuuuck!”
His hips snap into you one final time, dick spurting thick white ribbons of cum into your overstimulated cunt. Body wobbling with overexertion, you collapse back into Ifa’s chest, his shaft still twitching and jolting in your pussy stuffed so full of his cock and cum.
There’s a long moment, filled with only the sound of panting and breathing, before Ifa smirks.
what transpires the night before your beloved husband, VARKA, sets off on his expedition...
contents: fem!reader x VARKA, some angst, smut (MDNI), some fluff (happy ending), fem!receiving ȯral, ȯverstimulation, multiple ȯrgasms, mirror ṣex, unprotected ṣex, finishing inside, biting/marking, pet names (my love, baby, sweetheart, darling, filthy girl), pregnancy mention. wc: 2.8k
The house is silent with a thick, unfamiliar tension. The sun is already setting, golden rays of evening filtering gently through the windows, on the final day before your husband departs on his expedition.
It had been almost a full year since Varka first mentioned the idea of this expedition to you. He’d said something about investigating a dangerous secret from the past far in the northernmost reaches of Teyvat, but most of the detail fell on deaf ears. All you could think about was how long he’d be away and how far he’d be from home, from you.
You quietly wipe the dining table, long free from dust, the repetitive motion background noise to the dread building in your stomach that you can barely suppress. It’s only the click of the front door opening that snaps you out of your stupor.
“My love? Are you home?”
Varka’s deep voice is husky, a little more reserved than usual, as if he can sense the tension built up in the quiet house.
There’s something about it that stirs emotion in your gut and you cling onto each word he says, desperate to commit his voice to your memory. This could be the last time you see him walk through the door, the last time you hear his voice greeting you when he comes home. But you dispel the thoughts as you turn to face him, forcing a smile. “I’m here.”
His face relaxes a little, lips curving up gently. He stares at you for a long moment as if he’s carving the scene in front of him into his memory. “What, something interesting about your wife wiping down a table?” you tease, placing a hand on your hip.
Varka chuckles, walking towards you before extending an arm to wrap around your waist. “Anything that my beautiful, lovely, perfect wife does is interesting,” he laughs, pulling you into his broad body. The boisterous sound lightens your mood, the rumble of his chest a comfort as you lean into him for a moment. His body is warm, smelling of pine and wolfhook, and you try to ignore the wave of sadness that crashes over you when he hugs you tighter.
Your bodies remain tightly pressed together for a long time, hearts beating in tandem, when you finally pull away to look up at him. Heart in your throat and heat prickling at your eyes, you finally manage to croak out the few words that had been repeating in your head.
“Do you really have to go?”
Varka’s heart breaks a little when he hears your voice, hoarse and cracked, and he can barely bring himself to look down at you, knowing that your teary eyes would bring him more pain than a lifetime of battle.
He opens his mouth, desperately searching for the right words, but before he can, you swallow and stand up a little straighter. “No, wait. Don’t answer that question.” There’s a soft pause and you gently place a hand on Varka’s chest, which is tight with emotion.
“I know this expedition is important. Really important, and also really dangerous.” You close your eyes, taking a breath before continuing.
“But you are my husband, Varka. I know that you’ll come home safe. And if you don’t, archons forbid, I’ll drag your soul back to Monstadt myself,” you say firmly, jabbing a finger into his chest. He chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Easy there, wifey,” he grins. “I know that you’re the only one who can beat my ass, ya know.”
You giggle. “Mhm. You’re right about that much.”
Varka’s hand comes up to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, and the sudden action makes you blush; even after years of marriage, the sight of your husband, handsome as the devil, makes your heart skip a beat.
“V-Varka? What’re you- mmph-!”
His lips are hot against yours. He’s gentle at first, tender, relishing in the feeling of your body against his. But you can feel him grow desperate, lips hungrier, harsher, a hand coming up to the back of your head to press you closer into him.
Varka pulls away from your lips with a sloppy smack!, leaving you both breathless and panting. His vibrant blue eyes are fierce, filled with an intensity that you had never seen before, and you don’t have time to catch your breath before he’s devouring you once more. “Mm, love, w-wait-” you pant out between kisses.
His lips are on your neck now, teeth nipping and biting and sucking at your bare skin. “Wait for what?” he rasps into your collarbone, leaving a reddish-purple mark. “Do I need to wait to worship my wife?” Varka’s voice is a low growl, dangerously seductive, and you feel heat building in your lower abdomen.
“A-ah, Varka, hey-!” you gasp. His hands are gripping your waist dangerously tight before they rip your top into shreds, torn cloth falling to the ground as he continues marking your neck and collarbones with bite marks. Your head is spinning as Varka backs you into the table, fervently unbuttoning your pants and sliding them to the floor.
His broad, veiny hands are all over you, exploring the dips and curves of your body desperately before they come up to squeeze at your breasts. Sliding your bra off, he smirks at you. “Look at you, baby. So fuckin’ gorgeous. Nipples all cute ’n hard and I haven’t even touched ‘em yet.” Varka’s still smirking as his hands continue to grope at your chest, teasing and pinching at your sensitive nipples.
“M-mmph, Varka, I- ah- I’m sensitive!” you whine out as he kneels down to suck and nip at one of your breasts. “Shhh, darling, I know,” he soothes, but there’s a rough, teasing edge to his voice. “Can’t blame me though, your tits are so- mmph, so fucking hot.”
He flicks one of your nipples with his tongue, lapping at it feverishly, pulling a wanton moan from your lips. You can feel wetness between your thighs as Varka continues his sinful ministrations, toying with your other nipple between his strong, rough fingers.
Your hips are desperately grinding, shifting, trying to search for any friction that might relieve the ache in your loins. And your ever-attentive husband notices, lips curling up to show his canines, before his hand that had previously been playing with your breast slips down to your dripping, fluttering cunt.
“Varka!”
The cry that slips out of you is music to his ears, and he has to bite down on his lip to hold back a moan. His fingers, long and agile and skilled, stretch out your cunt deliciously, rubbing at all the right spots. And when his thumb reaches to circle and toy with your clit, you know you’re done for.
“Faster, Varka, please!” you whimper, hips bucking into his hand, slick dripping down his wrist. Varka stares up at you, eyes fixated on your blissful expression, and he lets out a groan.
It should be illegal, he thinks, for someone to look so damn tempting: cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, head thrown back and whining and crying for him. Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of him.
He reluctantly pulls his hand out of your cunt, and you gasp. “Varka, why’d you stop?” you nearly sob out. The emptiness is almost painful until his hands are cupping your ass and lifting you to sit on the dining table. “Why- what’re you- fuck!” You nearly scream.
If his fingers felt good, his mouth felt downright heavenly. His lips are cool against your cunt which is wet and hot and twitching with need, and his tongue lapping and teasing your clit is enough to make stars spin in the edges of your vision.
“Mmm, sweetheart- ’s perfect, you’re perfect,” he moans into your pussy, the vibration of his deep voice making you twitch and squirm against his face. “Pussy always tastes so good,” he growls. “So fuckin’ sweet, wonder how ya do it.”
The sound of his mouth and tongue sucking and licking at your cunt is so lewd; it’s so messy, so sloppy, and when you look down at him, you nearly orgasm on the spot.
He’s looking up at you with eyes that have never left yours, your slick dripping down his chin and covering his lips. And when he sucks at your clit, swallowing your arousal while his eyes are on yours—
“Ah- ungh, fuck! Varka- I’m cumming-!”
Your vision goes white, pleasure crashing over you as your body goes limp, twitching and trembling under Varka’s tongue.
“Good girl,” he breathes. He places a delicate kiss on your clit, your hole twitching as your chest heaves with effort. But there isn’t much time for you to recover from your orgasm before Varka’s flipping you around, hand on your back, bending you over the dining table.
“Varka, love, please.” Your legs are still trembling when you feel something hot and heavy press against your entrance. “N-not on the dining table at least-” you protest weakly, craning your head back to look at him.
He’s naked now, 6+ft of lean muscle towering over you, cock standing tall and thick and twitching against his abs, the angry red tip twitching and weeping with precum.
“‘Not on the dining table?’ Have you already forgotten our wedding night, my love?” There’s a dangerous glint in his eye, his trademark smirk on his face. “Besides-” he leans over you, chest now flush against your back, to growl into your ear. “I’d fuck you anywhere if you’d let me.”
His rasp sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t help but push your ass back to grind against his rock-hard cock. “Already horny again, sweetheart?” he hums. “I guess I didn’t make you cum hard enough with my tongue, then.” He fists his cock, rubbing it against your already wet cunt. You moan at the sensation. “Mm- can’t- ugh, can’t get enough of you,” you slur out. “Want your cock, Varka, please.”
Your husband bites back a groan. “Whatever my pretty wife wants.”
And with one swift, smooth stroke, he thrusts the full length of his cock into your heat.
You cry out from the sensation. The stretch of his cock burns, filling you up so deep that you can barely breathe. Even though you two have the habit of fucking like rabbits, you never get used to the size of his dick.
“W-wait, Varka, it’s too- hck- ’s too much!”
You claw at the table, balancing precariously on your tippy-toes as his hands grip at your hips. “It’s okay, darling, you can- ugh, you can take it-!” Varka groans out.
It feels too good, your cunt tight and wet and soft around his dick. He gives you barely a second to adjust before his hips are snapping against the plush of your ass, the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your clit filling the air.
“U-u-ugh, I- fffuck, Varka, I can’t!” You squeal out, drool dripping out of your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your husband hammers you raw. The feeling of your ass meeting his toned v-line, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust— you’re sure that no one could fuck you like Varka could.
“Fuck, that’s a good girl- take it, take this cock,” he hisses. “You love letting me- hah- fuck you stupid, don’t you? Filthy girl,” Varka pants out, biting his lip.
Before you know it, you’re creaming on his dick, toes curling, tongue lolling out in pleasure as you feel his seed fill your pussy. It feels so good that you barely notice Varka picking you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.
His cum had barely started dripping out of your cunt when he sits you on his lap on the edge of the bed, right in front of a mirror propped up against the wall. “Look at you, my love,” he whispers, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Fuck, that body of yours could tempt any man into sin.”
You weakly turn your head to face him as he peppers kisses on the corner of your lips, massaging your breasts. “V-Varka…” you mewl. He only hums in response. “One more round, love, I know you can take it.”
And when he hooks your legs over his arms, lining up his cock (already hard and throbbing again) you know you can’t deny him. Are you overstimulated? Absolutely. Exhausted? 100%. But when you look in the reflection of the mirror—Varka’s strong, muscular arms lifting your legs to reveal his cock rubbing against your pussy still dripping with his seed—you can’t help but grind against his dick, cunt twitching and desperate for another release.
It’s too lewd.
The tears streaking down your face, your drool dripping onto your breasts, the squelch of Varka’s cum being pounded back into your pussy by his cock, the groans and growls he lets out as he jackhammers into your wet heat like it’s his last day alive.
It’s so good that you can barely register any sensation besides the delicious stretch of his cock and the pure pleasure it brings you. You’ve long since lost the ability to form full sentences, only babbling nonsense as Varka turns your head to look in the mirror.
“So pretty, so fuckin' pretty, bouncing on my cock like this,” he snarls. “Fuckin’ my cum back into this pretty lil cunt, wanna- fuck, wanna get you pregnant, wanna knock you up so bad.” His cock is stiff and throbbing, aching for release, and he moans when your cunt flutters around him.
“Hngh, V-Vark- ugh- hic-! I- hah- ugh-“
His cock is thrusting in and out of you desperately, hips stuttering, fingers digging into your thighs with desperation as he loses himself in your wet heat. “Cum for me again, darling, just one more, I promise-”
And at his words, your body tenses and trembles as you crash into another orgasm. Barely a moan leaves your lips, only a strangled noise of pleasure, body so overstimulated and sensitive that your muscles are jelly, refusing to obey any commands that might appear in your pleasure-addled brain.
You feel his load shoot into you, hot, thick, white ropes of cum squirting and spraying and leaking out around where Varka’s cock meets your sweet, soft cunt. He nuzzles into your neck, placing sloppy wet kisses over layers of bites and hickeys, licking at the marks he left.
Varka lowers your legs gently, his cock twitching inside you. Still seated in his lap, he wraps his warm, strong arms around you, holding you to his chest, and for a long time, you two sit and bask in the afterglow of the moment.
A while passes, and Varka finally breaks the silence. “Are you doing alright, darling?”
His voice is soft, a little hoarse, and you find just enough energy to respond. “Mm…doing good, I think,” you murmur. “Did I go too hard?” You can hear the worry in his voice, and turn to look at him.
“You gave me the best orgasms of my life, Var,” you lightly smack his shoulder. “Besides, I, um, y’know…” you trail off, and your husband chuckles. “Yeah, I know you like it rough, baby.”
You flush red. “Stop it, that’s- that’s embarrassing,” you protest, and he chuckles harder. “Mhm, whatever my lady says,” he grins at you. You huff and try to turn away, but he stands up, you in his arms, and lays you down on the bed before settling in next to you.
As the drowsiness sets in, you can’t help but remember what tomorrow will bring.
“Love?”
“Yes?”
You meet his eyes, so filled with love and tenderness that it chokes your throat with emotion. “Stay safe out there, okay? Promise me.” Your voice wobbles.
He reaches out to stroke your cheek, smiling softly at you. “I will. I promise.” You reach up to hold his hand, pressing it to your cheek.
“Besides, I’m not the Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius for nothing! Hahaha!” His laugh is filled with his usual energy, and a wave of ease washes over you.
“Pfft- I know, I trust you, Var,” you can't help but smile, nuzzling into his chest. “Write me letters every month- no, every week. Well, maybe every other day, or honestly, just write me every day, I think.”
His chest rumbles with laughter, and he wraps an arm over your torso, pulling you closer.
“I’ll be back before you know it, my love.”
a/n: i love varka so much someone hold me back (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) dividers from @/cursed-carmine !!
hello!!! i saw ur nightwing stuff and by god i love them i love ur writing so much 😭😭😭😭 feel free to ignore if ur not taking reqs btw but thoughts/hcs on dick/nightwing who has an idol!s/o? (this is just me wanting to see dick geeking out over a photocard of his beloved)
hiii! i'm so so sorry this took me so long but here it is and i hope you enjoy! thank you so much for the req (this was so fun hehe) and i hope you enjoy very much anon ⋆˙♡
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what dick grayson would be like dating an idol!s/o (thoughts + drabble)
wc: 1.16k + sfw! + fluff + idol!reader x dick grayson + kpop references (bonus points if you get them)
while dating an idol, dick grayson...
would be the most supportive bf ever.
he’s somehow at every concert, every fan meet, and every pop-up event even if it’s halfway across the world (he's really putting bruce’s bank account to use)
completely shameless when it comes to cheering for you
has the biggest, most obvious signs ever, with your name written all over it in big bold letters.
always winks at you from the crowd when he: 1) isn’t cheering his lungs out for you and 2) knows you’re looking at him.
teases the crap out of you during fan meets
“have we met before?” “you look like my future girlfriend.” “mind if i get your number?” (all while smirking at you)
your shared apartment is filled to the brim with your merch
it got so bad that you had to convince him to move it since it was taking up so much space
he begrudgingly said he would move it. (he did not)
he has every album, every CD, every remix, every version of your light stick, posters, hoodies, shirts, etc etc
embarrasses you every time you’re in the car together because he’ll only play your music
will also unabashedly scream the lyrics to your songs (in the car, during karaoke, while watching your performance vids, honestly whenever he can get away with it)
teases you by asking for live performances at home
also teasingly asks for signatures (which he already has many of; all of his albums, photo cards, and CDs are signed)
on days he can’t attend concerts, he’ll always watch the livestreams, performance vids, or fancams as soon as they come out
several residents of bludhaven have, more than once, seen nightwing perched atop buildings while watching your fancams intently on his phone, humming and bobbing his head to the music.
has also been spotted (as nightwing and dick grayson) watching and re-watching several of your interviews and variety show content videos.
it eventually became a widespread fact that infamous bludhaven vigilante nightwing was a huge fan of yours
nightwing’s phone case also made news headlines for having one of your rarest photo cards displayed in the case.
many fans jokingly beefed with nightwing over the card, asking him to hand it over
(he’d rather die than give it up)
“NOOOOO!”
You hear Dick’s cry from the living room and whip your head around. “Dick-! What happened?”
Your boyfriend is slumped over the coffee table, one of your albums laying in front of him, open, with photo cards laying haphazardly on top. He lets out another groan.
“Babe…”
You rush over to him, placing a hand on his back.
“What is it?” Eyes scanning his body, you urgently check for wounds. “Is it an injury? Did a stitch reopen?”
Dick lifts his head to look up at you.
“…I…”
His hand is trembling as he points to the photo cards.
“Dick-”
“I…already have those photo cards…”
“…huh?”
“I- I didn’t get the one I wanted…”
“…”
Smack!
“Ow!” He yelps, wincing, hand coming up to rub his shoulder. “Wha-what was that for?”
You point an accusing finger at him. “I seriously thought you just got stabbed or poisoned or- or shot or something, for god’s sake, but you’re freaking out—” you pick up the cards. “—over my photo cards?!”
Dick laughs nervously, shrinking back a tiny bit as you glower down at him. “Ah- haha…sorry babe. I’m just- uh- a passionate fan, y’know?”
With a huff, you turn away, stomping off to your bedroom.
“Hey babe, where are you- wait- I’m sorry! Shit.”
Dick sighs, running a hand through his hair. He’s about to stand up and follow you, but before he can, you’re stomping back into the living room, something sparkly in hand.
His eyes widen at the sight.
“Is that-“
Sighing, you hold out the card to him.
“The original 5th anniversary debut photo card you’re looking for, yes.”
Dick’s eyes dart from you to the card to you and back to the card.
“Can I really have it?” He gapes at it like he’s won a million dollars.
“Yes, Dick, you can have it.”
His wide-eyed look of excitement is almost cute enough for you to forgive him for nearly giving you a heart attack earlier.
He takes the card from you slowly, as if he was afraid it would evaporate from his hands, and after admiring it for a solid minute, he leaps up from the couch. Humming the catchy melody of your most recent single, he jogs to the bedroom before returning with a mini-photo card binder. He plops himself back down on the couch.
Sliding his newly-acquired card into a specifically designated spot (decorated with sparkly deco stickers?), Dick happily admires the card while tilting it, beaming at your smiling face from all angles. “Nice! I finally have all the photo cards from the debut album.”
You tilt your head at him, eyebrow raised, hands on your hips. “Huh?”
“I’m only missing a few from the ‘READY TO BE’ album, and one from your ‘Love wins all’ single release. I might go to Barnes & Noble tomorrow to see if they have any of those in stock…”
You stand there, mouth slightly agape.
“And I think I already have everything from the ‘Feel My Rhythm’ EP… maybe I’m missing something from your third mini-album?” He strokes his chin thoughtfully.
“Dick…”
He looks up at you. “Hm?”
You seat yourself across from him, leaning forward to place your elbows on your knees, hands tucked under your chin as you narrow your eyes.
“What was the name of my debut album?”
He squints at you. “What?”
“What was the name of my debut album?” You repeat, voice grave.
“Uh…’Romanticize’ ?”
“And what was my first collab?”
“‘South End’ featuring RM.”
“Which of my albums broke the most records?”
“Mm…probably ‘READY TO BE’ in terms of sales? But ‘dreamscape’ broke the most record for Spotify streams in 24 hours-”
“And what was the most popular B-side in that album?”
“In ‘dreamscape’? Well, I think ‘seoul city’ was, looking at the audience reception and streams…” his brows furrow in thought.
“But personally, I think that ‘people’ was the best. Like, the lyrics? The production? I mean come on, everything about that song is an absolute masterpiece. I get chills every time I listen-”
You burst out laughing.
“D-Dick- ”
Leaping over into his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck, grinning into the crook of his neck.
“You really are a fan, huh?”
He blushes a little red, scratching the back of his head. “Can you blame me?” Dick laughs back, playfully poking your cheek. “I’m dating you. Who also happens to be my long-time celebrity crush and a world-famous idol.”
Beaming up at him, you curl closer into his chest.
“Maybe I’ll give you another original photo card.”
“i’m close.” “already?” — ft. dick grayson, aka 'nightwing'
“Ah- ugh, fuck, baby, I’m close.”
Dick groans, thrusting into you with fervor, and with the delicious way his hips snap against yours, you’re tempted to say the same. But instead, you blink up at him with innocent eyes.
“Already?”
He freezes.
“What?”
Uh oh.
His electric blue eyes narrow as they meet yours, and your heart drops into your stomach.
“I- uh, I just…”
“What did you just say?”
You swallow, throat now dry. “Um…I, uh…said…already?” you manage to squeak out.
There’s a tense moment of silence as Dick stares you down.
“Um…Dick? Are you oka- oof!”
With one swift, graceful move, Dick flips you onto your stomach, pinning one of your arms above your head. “Wait wait wait, Dick, I’m sorry- ahh-!~”
Your protest turns into a moan when Dick shoves three fingers into your already dripping cunt, curling them smoothly against your g-spot.
“Ah- ugh, Dick, please-“
“Shut up, you slut.” He snaps.
Your eyes widen. “D-Dick? What’s gotten into you- mmph, shit-”
His fingers are aggressive now, thumb massaging your clit as he bites down on the side of your neck. “Sayin’ that to piss me off,” Dick growls. “‘Already?’ Really?”
He presses his broad chest into your back, his breath hot ’n heavy against your ear. “If you wanna play games, babe, we can play…just don’t expect to win.”
Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head with the way Dick’s fingers are now scissoring inside you, slick dripping onto the sheets. Moaning, you grind back against him, desperate, because—
“Oh, are you close, sweetheart?”
His voice is almost condescending.
“Haah- fuck, please!” You whine. “Please, Dick, I’m so close- ungh-”
But his fingers disappear and you whimper, the sudden emptiness almost painful.
“What, does my desperate little whore want to cum?” Dick chuckles, and a shiver runs down your spine. It’s unlike your sweet boyfriend to be so filthy, yet it’s so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together.
Dick brings his hand to your face, sliding his three fingers into your mouth.
“C’mon baby, suck. Be a good girl, and maybe you’ll get this dick you want so bad,” he murmurs, slowly slipping his hard cock between your thighs, grinding against your sopping cunt.
“Mmph- hngh-”
Tears slip out of your eyes as you choke on his fingers, still covered in your arousal.
“You look so fucking cute like this.” With a cocky grin, he pulls his fingers away, using his hand to turn your head back towards him.
“Oh, sweetheart. Maybe I should be rough with you more often, if you’re gonna look at me like that,” he breathes, wiping a tear from your cheek. Your cheeks are flushed red, lips quivering, drool dripping down your chin.
“Please, Dick, need you,” you whimper out, bucking your hips back weakly against his. “ ‘M-‘m so- s’close.”
Tilting your chin up a little further, he leans down to crush a deep, sloppy kiss against your lips, his tongue pressing against yours; and when he pulls away, you’re both breathless and gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
“Spread your legs f’me, babe,” Dick gasps into your neck, nudging your legs apart with his knee.
You feel his tip, heavy and hot and pulsing, pushing against your entrance. And when you feel him slide in, so torturously slow—only to stop—you nearly cry out of frustration.
“Stop teasing!”
Dick huffs out a laugh. “Be patient, baby.”
And with one smooth, long stroke, he bottoms out in you, yanking a moan from your lips. The stretch feels so, so good, his cock thick and hard and aching inside your velvet walls. And it feels even better when he pulls out, leaving just the tip throbbing inside you, before roughly slamming his cock back into your sopping wet pussy.
It nearly knocks the wind out of you, a strangled gasp leaving your throat. “Dick! Wait- I- that’s too- rough- uh- ugh- ah!”
He’s pounding into you at a relentless pace, balls heavy as they slap lewdly against your clit. The sound alone is so arousing that it makes your head spin, but combined with the sensation of his cock dragging against your soft walls, his mouth all over your body, and one of his hands teasing at your nipples, you can’t help but cum.
“Ah, I’m- cumming- ugh!”
Your vision goes white, stars spinning in the corners of your eyes, waves of pure pleasure knocking the breath from your lungs. Slick squirts down your thighs over your boyfriend’s cock, still thrusting into your overstimulated cunt, the salacious plap-plap-plap! of his balls against your cunt loud in your ears.
“Haah- did you just cum? Fuck, you’re such a whore,” Dick grunts.
You respond with a moan, trying to catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you a break. “C’mon baby, you’re done already?” He’s laughing, breathless, muscles glistening with exertion, and of course he doesn’t stop.
“We still have so many more rounds to go, sweetheart.”
“N-no, I can’t-”
You claw weakly at the sheets, thighs trembling. Dick hums, still pistoning his cock in and out of you at a ruthless pace. “You- ah- can be more selfish, baby. I- hah, just know my cute lil’ whore’s pussy is greedier- plap- than- plap- this-! plap!” he hisses, punctuating each of his words with a thrust that kisses your cervix.
But then he pauses for a moment, broad hands suddenly on your hips. “Here, lift that ass up for me, babe. Mm, there ya go, good girl.” Dick’s voice is so sultry, vibrating in your ears, and even though you’re already overstimulated, your cunt clenches at his words.
“Dick…I- haah, ah- hngh-”
“Arch that back for me, love. Mhm, just like that…fuck, that’s pretty. Stay like that.”
Thighs trembling, wetness slipping down your legs onto the sheets, you instinctively rut backwards into his cock, desperate for your second release.
Smack!
“Hey now, babe. Don’t rush,” Dick purrs into your ear. He gives your ass another smack! and a moan slips from your throat. “Atta girl.”
His voice has your cunt fluttering. “Please, Dick, I- I need you,” you blubber out, whining and whimpering. The sting of his hand feels good, you think, brain addled with lust. “N-need more of you, need your-your cock so bad.”
And when he finally slides into you, the stretch of his cock inside your warm, wet cunt is delicious.
“Fucking hell, babe,” Dick pants out. “Cute ‘lil pussy feels so good ’n tight…got half a mind to knock you up right here, right now.” And with a grunt, he starts thrusting into you.
You’re trembling and writhing under his broad silhouette, toes curling and drool dripping onto the sheets. He’s railing you so hard that you can hear the bed frame creaking, even in your lust-addled state. His cock feels so good, kissing all your most sensitive spots, pressing and pounding into your soft heat at such a punishing rhythm that you can barely breathe.
You can’t piece together sentences anymore, babbling out incoherent nonsense as Dick ruts into you.
“C’mon babe, you know I- I can’t understand you- haah- when you babble- like that-” he groans, hips snapping against the plush of your ass, his pace becoming more and more desperate. His cock is twitching fiercely inside you, aching for release, but you get there first.
Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, vision going hazy as pleasure overwhelms every one of your senses. The sticky sound of your slick coating your boyfriend’s cock, still hammering into you, echoes through the room, mixing with your pants and Dick’s growls.
“Hm? You finished already, baby?” Dick huffs out, smirk on his face. You try to form a response, but your body doesn’t listen, limbs jelly and eyes crossed with pleasure as his pace speeds up. “Fuck! Pussy looks so- ugh, so- damn good, creaming on my cock like that!”
And when Dick finally, finally finishes, your body is completely limp, battered and trembling with pleasure as his seed spills into your cunt, puffy and red and twitching with overstimulation.
“Uh- ungh- ah, f-fuck, Dick,” you slur out. He’s breathing hot and heavy behind you, cock throbbing inside your wet heat, before he pulls out.
You shudder at the sensation. Dick’s chest, warm and slightly damp with sweat, presses against your back.
“Ah- are you okay, babe? Sorry, I went a little- uh- psycho, there.” Dick gently nuzzles into your neck, kissing over the hickeys he’d left trailing down your skin. Carefully, he picks you up, turning you to face him as you snuggle into his broad body.
“Easy coming down from the high, love. Take your time,” Dick murmurs into your hair. “We’ll get you cleaned up in a little.” He coughs, looking away for a moment. “I- uh, I’m sorry again, babe…”
“Mm…” you mumble. “’S ok, Dick…felt so good.”
He lets out a small sigh of relief before chuckling. “You like it rough?” Stroking your hair, he quietly hums. “If you want me to be rough, no need to provoke me on purpose.”
You pout a little.
“But it’s more fun that way!”
He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into a crooked smile. “Oh really?” Dick pokes your cheek. “Maybe I should try making fun of you next time,” he muses.
“Mm, you can try, pretty boy.” You jab a finger into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Dick’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” he teases.
“…nuh-uh.”
“Yeah-huh.”
“Nuh-uh.”
Dick smirks before he leans forward, lips grazing your ear. “Didn’t seem that way when I was fucking you stupid, babe. Had you moaning my name and creaming on my di-”
“You-!”
Smacking his chest with a huff, you turn away before he can see you blush. “You’re so stupid, Dick Grayson.”
thinking about butcher!simon riley who is completely obsessed with you ~♡
The first time you walk into the grocery store he works at, Simon nearly pops a boner.
He thinks you look so fuckin’ cute, wearing short shorts that just barely cover your ass and a baggy shirt that reveals a sliver of your bra strap.
And the moment you started talking to him—oh, he knew he was fucked, with the way you had to look up at him to meet his eyes, the way your sweet, gentle voice fell on his ears, the way your eyes flitted from his face to his chest to his arms and away again.
Simon couldn’t help but memorize your schedule; what days and times you would come to the store, what types of meat you would get, the outfits you wore—he drank up every detail, standing up a little straighter whenever he would see you walk in the store.
He got into the habit of saving you the best cuts of meat too, quietly setting aside your usual on the days you typically drop by. During those times, he would think about what you might be wearing, what you might be doing, or if you’d strike up a little conversation with him today like you normally do.
And yeah, maybe Simon thought about you a little too much during work.
But he definitely thought about you way more at home.
“Oh, fuck.”
Grunting, Simon leaned back into the plush of his coach, sweat dripping down his neck, his broad veiny hand fisting his cock with desperation.
He never gets like this—whining and bucking into his hand—but the mere thought of you has his head spinning and blood rushing to his dick.
“Fuck, fuck fuck- shit,” Simon’s gasping for breath. He doesn’t even know how long he’s been at it; all he can think about is you, studying his mental images of you, hearing your sweet, sweetvoice in his head, imagining what you would look like kneeling down in front of him.
Simon decides you’d look the prettiest underneath him, squirming and sobbing and crying out his name while his cock pistons in and out of your pretty lil pussy.
But another part of him thinks that you’d look the cutest on top of him, riding his big dick, tits bouncing, writhing and whining out, “’s too big, Si-!”
Then he imagines finishing in you, watching his cum drip out from between your pretty thighs, feeling your warm, tight cunt squeezing and pulsing around him while he spills himself into you. And that’s what does it for him.
Simon groans, letting his pearly cum spray out over his hand, some dripping down onto his unzipped blue jeans. Sweating and panting, he lays there wishing he could’ve cum into your cute little cunt instead—or maybe your throat, or all over your pretty face, or your perfect ass—
Shit.
He’s hard again.
He spends the rest of the night in a frenzy, jacking off with fervor, only finding sleep at 3 am in the morning. His broad, muscular body, strong and sharpened and sturdy from all his years in the military, collapses into his bed, covered in sweat and cum, all because of you; Simon "Ghost" Riley, one of the most skilled, feared members of elite Task Force 141, was reduced to a panting mess at the mere thought of you.
The next time Simon sees you, he’s determined to ask you out.
But what he doesn’t expect is that you’d beat him to it, holding out your phone for him, blushing so cute ’n pretty when you ask for his number that he has half a mind to drag you back to his apartment and fuck you stupid right then and there.
What he doesn’t know is that you would absolutely let him.
“i’m close.” “already?” — ft. dick grayson, aka 'nightwing'
“Ah- ugh, fuck, baby, I’m close.”
Dick groans, thrusting into you with fervor, and with the delicious way his hips snap against yours, you’re tempted to say the same. But instead, you blink up at him with innocent eyes. “Already?”
He freezes.
“What?”
Uh oh.
His electric blue eyes narrow as they meet yours, and your heart drops into your stomach.
“I- uh, I just…”
“What did you just say?”
You swallow, throat now dry. “Um…I, uh…said…already?” you manage to squeak out.
There’s a tense moment of silence as Dick stares you down.
“Um…Dick? Are you oka- oof!”
With one swift, graceful move, Dick flips you onto your stomach, pinning one of your arms above your head. “Wait wait wait, Dick, I’m sorry- ahh-!~”
Your protest turns into a moan when Dick shoves three fingers into your already dripping cunt, curling them smoothly against your g-spot.
“Ah- ugh, Dick, please-“
“Shut up, you slut.” He snaps.
Your eyes widen. “D-Dick? What’s gotten into you- mmph, shit-”
His fingers are aggressive now, thumb massaging your clit as he bites down on the side of your neck. “Sayin’ that to piss me off,” Dick growls. “‘Already?’ Really?”
He presses his broad chest into your back, his breath hot ’n heavy against your ear. “If you wanna play games, babe, we can play…just don’t expect to win.”
Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head with the way Dick’s fingers are now scissoring inside you, slick dripping onto the sheets. Moaning, you grind back against him, desperate, because—
“Oh, are you close, sweetheart?”
His voice is almost condescending.
“Haah- fuck, please!” You whine. “Please, Dick, I’m so close- ungh-”
But his fingers disappear and you whimper, the sudden emptiness almost painful.
“What, does my desperate little whore want to cum?” Dick chuckles, and a shiver runs down your spine. It’s unlike your sweet boyfriend to be so filthy, yet it’s so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together.
Dick brings his hand to your face, sliding his three fingers into your mouth.
“C’mon baby, suck. Be a good girl, and maybe you’ll get this dick you want so bad,” he murmurs, slowly slipping his hard cock between your thighs, grinding against your sopping cunt.
“Mmph- hngh-”
Tears slip out of your eyes as you choke on his fingers, still covered in your arousal.
“You look so fucking cute like this.” With a cocky grin, he pulls his fingers away, using his hand to turn your head back towards him.
“Oh, sweetheart. Maybe I should be rough with you more often, if you’re gonna look at me like that,” he breathes, wiping a tear from your cheek. Your cheeks are flushed red, lips quivering, drool dripping down your chin.
“Please, Dick, need you,” you whimper out, bucking your hips back weakly against his. “ ‘M-‘m so- s’close.”
Tilting your chin up a little further, he leans down to crush a deep, sloppy kiss against your lips, his tongue pressing against yours; and when he pulls away, you’re both breathless and gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.
“Spread your legs f’me, babe,” Dick gasps into your neck, nudging your legs apart with his knee.
You feel his tip, heavy and hot and pulsing, pushing against your entrance. And when you feel him slide in, so torturously slow—only to stop—you nearly cry out of frustration.
“Stop teasing!”
Dick huffs out a laugh. “Be patient, baby.”
And with one smooth, long stroke, he bottoms out in you, yanking a moan from your lips. The stretch feels so, so good, his cock thick and hard and aching inside your velvet walls. And it feels even better when he pulls out, leaving just the tip throbbing inside you, before roughly slamming his cock back into your sopping wet pussy.
It nearly knocks the wind out of you, a strangled gasp leaving your throat. “Dick! Wait- I- that’s too- rough- uh- ugh- ah!”
He’s pounding into you at a relentless pace, balls heavy as they slap lewdly against your clit. The sound alone is so arousing that it makes your head spin, but combined with the sensation of his cock dragging against your soft walls, his mouth all over your body, and one of his hands teasing at your nipples, you can’t help but cum.
“Ah, I’m- cumming- ugh!”
Your vision goes white, stars spinning in the corners of your eyes, waves of pure pleasure knocking the breath from your lungs. Slick squirts down your thighs over your boyfriend’s cock, still thrusting into your overstimulated cunt, the salacious plap-plap-plap! of his balls against your cunt loud in your ears.
“Haah- did you just cum? Fuck, you’re such a whore,” Dick grunts.
You respond with a moan, trying to catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you a break. “C’mon baby, you’re done already?” He’s laughing, breathless, muscles glistening with exertion, and of course he doesn’t stop.
“We still have so many more rounds to go, sweetheart.”
“N-no, I can’t-”
You claw weakly at the sheets, thighs trembling. Dick hums, still pistoning his cock in and out of you at a ruthless pace. “You- ah- can be more selfish, baby. I- hah, just know my cute lil’ whore’s pussy is greedier- plap- than- plap- this-! plap!” he hisses, punctuating each of his words with a thrust that kisses your cervix.
But then he pauses for a moment, broad hands suddenly on your hips. “Here, lift that ass up for me, babe. Mm, there ya go, good girl.” Dick’s voice is so sultry, vibrating in your ears, and even though you’re already overstimulated, your cunt clenches at his words.
“Dick…I- haah, ah- hngh-”
“Arch that back for me, love. Mhm, just like that…fuck, that’s pretty. Stay like that.”
Thighs trembling, wetness slipping down your legs onto the sheets, you instinctively rut backwards into his cock, desperate for your second release.
Smack!
“Hey now, babe. Don’t rush,” Dick purrs into your ear. He gives your ass another smack! and a moan slips from your throat. “Atta girl.”
His voice has your cunt fluttering. “Please, Dick, I- I need you,” you blubber out, whining and whimpering. The sting of his hand feels good, you think, brain addled with lust. “N-need more of you, need your-your cock so bad.”
And when he finally slides into you, the stretch of his cock inside your warm, wet cunt is delicious.
“Fucking hell, babe,” Dick pants out. “Cute ‘lil pussy feels so good ’n tight…got half a mind to knock you up right here, right now.” And with a grunt, he starts thrusting into you.
You’re trembling and writhing under his broad silhouette, toes curling and drool dripping onto the sheets. He’s railing you so hard that you can hear the bed frame creaking, even in your lust-addled state. His cock feels so good, kissing all your most sensitive spots, pressing and pounding into your soft heat at such a punishing rhythm that you can barely breathe.
You can’t piece together sentences anymore, babbling out incoherent nonsense as Dick ruts into you.
“C’mon babe, you know I- I can’t understand you- haah- when you babble- like that-” he groans, hips snapping against the plush of your ass, his pace becoming more and more desperate. His cock is twitching fiercely inside you, aching for release, but you get there first.
Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, vision going hazy as pleasure overwhelms every one of your senses. The sticky sound of your slick coating your boyfriend’s cock, still hammering into you, echoes through the room, mixing with your pants and Dick’s growls.
“Hm? You finished already, baby?” Dick huffs out, smirk on his face. You try to form a response, but your body doesn’t listen, limbs jelly and eyes crossed with pleasure as his pace speeds up. “Fuck! Pussy looks so- ugh, so- damn good, creaming on my cock like that!”
And when Dick finally, finally finishes, your body is completely limp, battered and trembling with pleasure as his seed spills into your cunt, puffy and red and twitching with overstimulation.
“Uh- ungh- ah, f-fuck, Dick,” you slur out. He’s breathing hot and heavy behind you, cock throbbing inside your wet heat, before he pulls out.
You shudder at the sensation. Dick’s chest, warm and slightly damp with sweat, presses against your back.
“Ah- are you okay, babe? Sorry, I went a little- uh- psycho, there.” Dick gently nuzzles into your neck, kissing over the hickeys he’d left trailing down your skin. Carefully, he picks you up, turning you to face him as you snuggle into his broad body.
“Easy coming down from the high, love. Take your time,” Dick murmurs into your hair. “We’ll get you cleaned up in a little.” He coughs, looking away for a moment. “I- uh, I’m sorry again, babe…”
“Mm…” you mumble. “’S ok, Dick…felt so good.”
He lets out a small sigh of relief before chuckling. “You like it rough?” Stroking your hair, he quietly hums. “If you want me to be rough, no need to provoke me on purpose.”
You pout a little.
“But it’s more fun that way!”
He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into a crooked smile. “Oh really?” Dick pokes your cheek. “Maybe I should try making fun of you next time,” he muses.
“Mm, you can try, pretty boy.” You jab a finger into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Dick’s chest rumbles with laughter. “Oh, so you think I’m pretty?” he teases.
“…nuh-uh.”
“Yeah-huh.”
“Nuh-uh.”
Dick smirks before he leans forward, lips grazing your ear. “Didn’t seem that way when I was fucking you stupid, babe. Had you moaning my name and creaming on my di-”
“You-!”
Smacking his chest with a huff, you turn away before he can see you blush. “You’re so stupid, Dick Grayson.”
thinking about butcher!simon riley who is completely obsessed with you ~♡
The first time you walk into the grocery store he works at, Simon nearly pops a boner.
He thinks you look so fuckin’ cute, wearing short shorts that just barely cover your ass and a baggy shirt that reveals a sliver of your bra strap.
And the moment you started talking to him—oh, he knew he was fucked, with the way you had to look up at him to meet his eyes, the way your sweet, gentle voice fell on his ears, the way your eyes flitted from his face to his chest to his arms and away again.
Simon couldn’t help but memorize your schedule; what days and times you would come to the store, what types of meat you would get, the outfits you wore—he drank up every detail, standing up a little straighter whenever he would see you walk in the store.
He got into the habit of saving you the best cuts of meat too, quietly setting aside your usual on the days you typically drop by. During those times, he would think about what you might be wearing, what you might be doing, or if you’d strike up a little conversation with him today like you normally do.
And yeah, maybe Simon thought about you a little too much during work.
But he definitely thought about you way more at home.
“Oh, fuck.”
Grunting, Simon leaned back into the plush of his coach, sweat dripping down his neck, his broad veiny hand fisting his cock with desperation.
He never gets like this—whining and bucking into his hand—but the mere thought of you has his head spinning and blood rushing to his dick.
“Fuck, fuck fuck- shit,” Simon’s gasping for breath. He doesn’t even know how long he’s been at it; all he can think about is you, studying his mental images of you, hearing your sweet, sweetvoice in his head, imagining what you would look like kneeling down in front of him.
Simon decides you’d look the prettiest underneath him, squirming and sobbing and crying out his name while his cock pistons in and out of your pretty lil pussy.
But another part of him thinks that you’d look the cutest on top of him, riding his big dick, tits bouncing, writhing and whining out, “’s too big, Si-!”
Then he imagines finishing in you, watching his cum drip out from between your pretty thighs, feeling your warm, tight cunt squeezing and pulsing around him while he spills himself into you. And that’s what does it for him.
Simon groans, letting his pearly cum spray out over his hand, some dripping down onto his unzipped blue jeans. Sweating and panting, he lays there wishing he could’ve cum into your cute little cunt instead—or maybe your throat, or all over your pretty face, or your perfect ass—
Shit.
He’s hard again.
He spends the rest of the night in a frenzy, jacking off with fervor, only finding sleep at 3 am in the morning. His broad, muscular body, strong and sharpened and sturdy from all his years in the military, collapses into his bed, covered in sweat and cum, all because of you; Simon "Ghost" Riley, one of the most skilled, feared members of elite Task Force 141, was reduced to a panting mess at the mere thought of you.
The next time Simon sees you, he’s determined to ask you out.
But what he doesn’t expect is that you’d beat him to it, holding out your phone for him, blushing so cute ’n pretty when you ask for his number that he has half a mind to drag you back to his apartment and fuck you stupid right then and there.
What he doesn’t know is that you would absolutely let him.
hii!! first of all i’d like to say that i love your works sm 🫶 ! can i request a oneshot w/ kaiser (pre-rs) where the reader secretly understands german & whenever they bicker kaiser says smth in german thinking that the reader wouldn’t understand (and tries to lie by saying he’s insulting the reader when it’s actually a compliment or smth) + bonus when reader suddenly speaks in german and kaiser is horrified that u understood him all along
sorry if it’s long, i just thought it would be funny. (no need to do this if it’s hard btw T^T)
hello hello! thank you so much my lovee and i'm so so sorry it took me so long to write this (੭ ;´ - `;)੭ ♡ but i had sm fun writing it, hopefully my german is alright haha and i hope you enjoy!
in which kaiser flirts with you in german not realizing you also speak german.
wc: 668 + gn!reader x MICHAEL KAISER + enemies to lovers-ish + fluff + sfw
“You’re so stupid.”
Scowling, you whip your head around to see MICHAEL KAISER, the infuriatingly handsome star soccer player (who you definitely did not have a crush on) leaning against your doorframe.
He had flown in to your area for some soccer promotion at your university, where you had been tasked to guide him around campus—for better or worse—because now, the blue rose-tattooed athlete just can't leave you alone.
“What, do you wanna do my physics homework for me?” You retort, fixing him with a sharp glare before turning back to your desk. He shrugs, brushing a nonexistent fleck of dust off his shoulder before striding over to you. “Nah, you’re a lost cause, mein Hasi.” [my bunny].
You freeze.
“What did you just say?”
Kaiser narrows his eyes at you. “What? It just means ‘idiot’ in German.”
Staring at him for a moment longer, you force yourself to contain the wicked smile that threatens to spread across your face. He doesn’t know that you can understand German.
“Yeah yeah, sure, whatever,” you reply, rolling your eyes.
Kaiser slides a spare seat next to you before plucking up your homework, eyes lazily skimming over the problems. “Isn’t this introductory material?” he snorts, and you snatch it back. “Don’t you have better things to do, Kaiser?” you huff.
“Wenn ich dich so natürlich schön da sitzen sehe, dann verspricht das ein echt schöner Tag zu werden.”
A blush creeps up your cheeks, but Kaiser doesn’t seem to notice. “Speak English,” you cough, turning away from him briefly. “What, would you like me to insult you in English as well, Hasi?” [bunny]. Kaiser smirks. “At least translate,” you snipe back, and he picks up your pencil and writes an elegant sentence in English on your homework.
“Hurry up and do your physics homework you idiot, I need you to show me where the promotion event is today.”
He taps on the sentence with the back of the pencil. “That’s what I said, Schatz.” [darling].
You raise your eyebrow, ignoring the way your heart skips when you hear him utter the word Schatz. “Are you sure?”
Kaiser eyes you and sighs. “Are you the German speaker here?”
Picking up the pencil, you silently scratch out the real translation of Kaiser’s words. A moment passes. “Are you sure...”
You hold up the paper for him to see, tapping the sentence you wrote out.
“...that you didn’t say this?”
[When I see you sitting there looking so naturally beautiful, it promises to be a truly lovely day.]
The blood drains from Kaiser’s face.
“I...what?”
It takes everything in you to not burst out laughing.
“I can speak German, Kaiser. That’s why they assigned me to be your guide.”
“You…so you…”
“Understood everything you said, yes.”
You turn your head the slightest bit, and when you see Kaiser sitting there—red-faced, furiously blushing, mouth silent and open and scrambling for words—you can’t help but burst out laughing.
“You-! I can’t believe you! You really- just let me keep going? Are you serious?!” Kaiser bristles, and you cackle.
“K-Kaiser-” you wheeze out, doubling over in your chair from laughter.
“You are absolutely- you- fuck, I don’t even know what to say,” he groans, hunching over.
You wipe tears from your eyes with a final laugh and turn to face him. There’s a moment of silence where you catch your breath before Kaiser finally speaks.
“Don’t you dare say a single thing,” he seethes.
“Hey, I wasn’t going to say anything bad!” you chortle, nudging him with your elbow. “I was just gonna say—we should get going to that promotion event, you’re gonna be late.”
You sweep yourself up from the desk while grabbing your keys and stride to the door, heart beating a little too fast, hesitating for a moment before you say—
“Let’s go, mein Schatz.” [my darling]
Looking back to catch his stunned face for a moment, you bite down on your lip to suppress a smile before you slip through the door.
as ITOSHI RIN's wag, you are...a playful and bubbly international popstar
after photos of ITOSHI RIN listening to your upbeat pop songs went public, many netizens began joking about how you and rin should date
little did they know, you and rin had been dating for quite a while now, which would later come as a massive surprise
rin was notoriously cold and blunt, being single-minded in his pursuit of success in his career, so when news of his relationship with you—one of the most loved, bubbly, social-butterfly pop stars on the planet—came out, the public was stunned
you two couldn’t be more different
yet when the paparazzi finally caught you two together, the photos garnered millions of interactions across multiple media platforms with a wildly positive reaction from fans
the hashtag black cat x golden retriever went viral and continued to trend following each one of your appearances at rin’s games
you were usually in the stands cheering loudly and could often be seen wearing a wide variety of styles, from trendy y2k to comfy girl-next-door to your signature colorful and eye-catching idol outfits.
netizens fell in love with you and rin’s dynamic
and whenever rin would attend your concerts, you made sure the cameras captured his appearance there
(videos of rin’s embarrassed face would trend on social media)
as ITOSHI SAE's wag, you are...a classy high profile actress
as a rising star in the acting scene, it was almost no surprise when you and sae’s relationship went public
sae had publicly discussed being a fan of several of your movies, so when the paparazzi spotted you two at a famously exclusive restaurant, many immediately assumed you two were dating
even though your popularity was already rising, following your relationship announcement with sae, your popularity skyrocketed
you gained millions of followers overnight, with new fans streaming into your comments asking about your clothes, accessories, and naturally about your relationship with the infamously sharp and talented itoshi sae
your first appearance at one of sae’s games caused a massive stir among soccer and movie fans alike, with photos of you and the hashtag #WAG trending on twitter for several days
luxury brands reached out to you (even though you were already a brand ambassador for several) and you almost immediately became the face of what ‘wag’ fashion and aesthetic looked like, with your effortlessly classy and elegant style trending on twitter, insta, pinterest, and any/all other socials.
if rumors of your appearance at any of sae's games got out, tickets would sell out even faster due to many of your fans scrambling to see what outfit you would appear in
social media trends attempting to mimic the 'wag' style started to trend as well, with many inspo pics being you at sae's games
your style was admired by netizens around the world, touted as timeless and graceful, perfectly matching sae's vibe as well.
as SEISHIRO NAGI's wag, you are...an acubi street style online influencer
you were best known for your social media presence where you posted aesthetic lifestyle, gaming, and fashion content
even though you and nagi tried to keep your relationship more private, tabloids eventually came out with articles about the two of you after you’d been spotted together at a pc cafe
following the publications, you and nagi decide to officially go public, stirring up interest and discussion online
you start to go to nagi’s games as often as you can, combining your signature and effortlessly cool acubi street style with a manshine city jersey
and despite you and nagi keeping your relationship relatively low profile, you two instantly became a hot topic among netizens as soon as pictures of you are posted online
the few pictures of you and nagi together at his games were constantly trending on social media, with your outfits being used as inspo for many other social media influencers
your fashion style started several trends on social media, with many netizens begging you to drop more clothing hauls and brand recommendations
the public loves you because you subvert expectations of the classic ‘wag’ look, bringing a modern, approachable yet stylish street wear to the stands
to add, you and nagi are both infamously mysterious and difficult to capture outside of his games and your socials, only adding to the allure
while you and nagi rarely discuss your relationship to the public, many agree that you two are a perfect match for each other, with nagi's laid-back vibe and your effortless street style
as RYUSEI SHIDOU's wag, you are...a rebellious business tycoon heir
as the heir to one of the world’s leading corporations, you’d become infamously well-known among netizens for your rebellious streak, having been involved in several dating scandals and other controversies (that were silenced by your family’s money, of course)
you were often spotted at high-profile clubs, making out with a-list celebrities in the backs of expensive cars, as the face of luxury brand advertisements, or—more recently—seen leaving the rising soccer star ryusei shidou’s multi-million dollar apartment in the early mornings
as a result, the public was (rightfully) shocked by your sudden engagement announcement with the heir of another massive business corporation that had recently partnered with your family’s business
but the public was even MORE shocked to see you stumbling out of shidou’s apartment the next morning after the announcement was made
it caused an uproar among netizens, who were arguing back and forth over the implications of you and shidou's potential relationship
your appearance at shidou’s next game only added fuel to the fire, especially when paparazzi snapped pictures of your left hand, where your million-dollar engagement ring was nowhere to be seen…
as MICHAEL KAISER's wag, you are...a mysterious business executive
as a major business executive at one of the world’s leading corporations, nobody had expected a relationship between you and bastard munchen’s star player, michael kaiser
while you and kaiser never made any official statements about being in a relationship, it seemed obvious to netizens that you two were an item following the release of several pictures of you and kaiser on vacation in monaco
you two were a powerful couple, with your sharp and classy business style next to kaiser’s intimidating silhouette, and it immediately started trending among netizens
however, following your vacation in monaco, any news of you and kaiser suddenly went silent. many had assumed you two had separated, until your sudden and striking appearance at one of kaiser’s games in a sharp black suit under a dark trench coat
it turns out your company had major connections to the journalism industry, and you (along with kaiser’s influence) had shut down dating rumors and tabloid articles almost completely
netizens eventually drew this connection which only garnered even more awe and curiosity among the public towards you and kaiser's relationship
the clever business moves you made as a top executive didn't go unnoticed by bastard munchen fans as a result, bringing even more attention to you and kaiser
while unexpected, many agreed that you and kaiser are the ultimate power couple; a mysterious and cunning business exec and one of bastard munchen’s most infamous and similarly cunning players.
a/n: apologies for the sudden and extended hiatus! this post was a little rushed, but i am alive and well and will hopefully be back to writing regularly soon. much love ₊˚⊹♡
just wanted to say i love ur grayson the way you write nightwing dick grayson gives me so much life pleasepleaseplease do not stop writing for our boy wonder 🥺🥺🥺
ahhhh thank you so much ml (o̴̶̷᷄ ﹏ o̴̶̷̥᷅) i'm so obsessed so dw, i'll never stop writing for him hehe
Hi! I really love your work:) I just hope that you could create a blog about Dick Grayson from DC?
hello love! thank you so much, i'm so glad you're enjoying my work! right now i'll be posting any dick grayson content on this main blog, but i'm def open to creating a side blog sometime in the future.
but if i ever make a side blog for dick grayson, i'll definitely make an announcement! ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ )
