🏩 "𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑨," ◦ ₊ㅤ ﹙ nsfw varka's cock is big, as we all assumed, and it just causes a little bulge on his wifey’s abdomen when he's balls deep inside her ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა artist credits: @/aveli.nnn on insta plz reblog / like 2 support ⠀ ⃘໋ׅ♡ 𝑤.𝑐: 0.6k ⁀ ˳ ⟡
#⃝ 𝓦ARNINGS ◦ ₊ㅤ ㅤ﹙ smut p i v sex varka’s huge mentions of breeding reader’s body allows tummy bulges unprotected sex varka’s mean & teases you this mf knows exactly what he’s doing 2 u finger sucking mentions of cunnilingus reader is his wife slight dumbification
໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ ˚ ℳINA'S 𝓝OTES ⫽ ୧ྀ ─ I’m writing this before I go to bed after studying and reciting ⁺ ノ masterlist ◦ ₊
VARKA’s cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, your half lidded, pleasure-drunk eyes meeting his teasing ones.
“You feel me deeeep inside you, yeah?” He spoke in a low deep hum, kneeling on the bed before you, his hips pressed against yours. The room felt hot, sweaty, walls too thin for what you two were doing. Mondstadt saw him as the grandmaster, smiling, perfect, and a little empty headed at times. You were the one who saw past the outer shell, who got to experience him at his most depraved state.
His favourite state; being balls deep in his wife.
You hummed softly in response, naked and sweaty beneath him. Your thighs were aching from the past 20 minutes of “foreplay” which he loves so much. Burying his face between your thighs while striking his cock but edging himself so that he could finish inside your warm, sweet hole.
“I’m not letting any of it go to waste, m’kay?” He had told you, before filling you up repeatedly with his sticky white seed.
His hand shifted from your thigh, warmth spreading to your tummy when his large hand pressed down gently. Eliciting a soft moan from you, your hands clawing into the silk sheets, curling your toes and squirming. As if you weren’t already on edge. “Mmm… s-stoppp.. don’t press there,” you whined, left eye closed from the twitching pleasure.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking, before lifting his hand obediently and staring at your abdomen. “S’hard not to… can see my cock bulging from inside your cute belly,” he hummed lowly, hips slowly pulling back.
It’s almost like you could feel what he was about to do, already watching your back and holding on a breath. His hips slamming forward, knocking the air out of you, a loud moan passing unfiltered through your soft lips. “Fuck… you sound good with me in you, you look incredibly good with me inside you, you smell so good when I’m in you… wanna marry me, doll?” He breathed out, his hand moving from above your abdomen to grab your chin.
“We’re already marriedddd.. stop talking and just fuck me..”
He chuckled, moving to push his index and middle finger into your mouth. “Don’t even need to ask twice…” he grinned, eyes half lidded with blissful pleasure. He blinked, watching you instinctively suck on his fingers with muffled soft moans, before he pulled his hand back, pushing your thighs down against your chest again. Lifting his hips, and slamming back into your again.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Your breathing had quickened, your head lolling to the side, moaning out loud between every thrust. The room was loud and lewd. A fwop here and a shlorp there. “A-ah.. ah… mmh..!” You moaned out for him, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut. While he was groaning shamelessly and moving his hips with a desperate pace.
“F-fuck yeah… you love this, don’t you?” He chuckled between his own gasps at your mindless nodding, “love being fucked dumb by me,” he punctuated dumb with a sharper thrust, pressing the gummy head of his cock against your cervix. Before focusing on the quicker, more shallow thrusts.
His pace quickened when he felt the tingle at the back of his spine, that euphoric sensation buzzing through him, before he stuttered and slammed against your hips for the last time.
Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, painting your walls in his warm white seed again. Filling you up for the nth time that night. His body blanketing yours in a warm hug, kissing the tension and stress away on your face. “Y-yeah.. just… a little more, angel..” he breathed out, muscles tightened and sweating all over. Nose nudging against your cheek.
“Just… a few more rounds, I need to see your tummy all big, whether that be from our babies… or just that cute bulge from my dick.”
you still remember that day at training, where varka's muscles flexed under his clothes, and the way his veiny hand pulsed around the wolf's gravestone.
and yet, here you were, in the flagship, literally getting railed by varka. who knew this would happen just a week later??
even as he's railing into you, you keep staring back. staring at his meaty biceps and veiny hands, just wishing the archons you would get crushed by them.
that memory of him in the training ground, his muscle straining against his shirt, just made your cunt pulse around him even more.
a particular sharp thrust snapped you out of your thoughts as varka groaned and threw his head back, your eyes rolling back at the same time.
your eyes kept returning to the same spot, no matter how many times he makes your eyes roll back.
and he noticed.
he leans down, face level with you. "yr' staring, baby. somethin' wrong?" his thrusts slow down, and he's ready to hear you out everytime.
"i..." you hesitate. you know he doesn't make you feel embarrassed, yet it feels so different to say it out loud.
"i want you to... i want you to put me in a headlock.."
"oh? what was that?"
you know hes teasing. but fuck, you just want him to crush you at this point.
"i said- i want you to put me in- a headlock." you say, in between shallow breaths.
"mmhhm. is that so, pup?"
"yes. yes please." you were quite literally shameless. you said and did everything you could to get what you wanted.
"please what, baby?"
"please sir. i need you."
"atta girl."
he leaned back over your body to his original position, his palm slowly sliding from your hip to the dip of your waist, then finally towards your neck.
you could finally feel his hand through your hazy vision, and your cunt fluttered in anticipation.
his forearm brushed roughly against your cheek, hot and flushed. then, it settled around your neck, his wrist resting on your shoulder. he pulled your body up gently, using just his forearm to lift you.
"...like this, love?"
your pussy speaks before you can, a soft moan tumbling out of your lips, and you wrap your hand around his bicep, finding balance. "yes- yeahh... like this!" his cock is pressing against a new spot now, which makes you chase your release faster.
your head felt so heavy, and so did your body. but all you could care about was the fact that you were getting fucked by the hottest man you've ever laid eyes on.
then, your release hits - you cry out, your body twitching as your orgasm washes over you. you squeeze varka's bicep, which in turn makes him squeeze it around your neck slightly tighter.
"mmhm, there we go, atta girl." your cunt pulsed at that nickname.
´ཀ` Flins x gn!afab!reader
smut!!!!!! mdni!!!!!
sub(ish) flins, dom(ish) reader, dryhumping, flins has a sensitive spot, light begging, no plot straight into the good stuff, possibly ooc, tons of references to his fae nature, only one mention of readers anatomy, not my best work (｡>﹏<)
wc. 1.5k ── .✦
Kyryll lets out the quietest sound at your actions, his head tipping back just slightly, your ministrations taking hold of his sensations. His golden eyes lidded, gazing at you full of affection and desire, though there's a hint of something carnal behind them; it was noticeable but insignificant in this moment. Flins usually prefers to take the lead, as he prefers to give, but there's no harm in allowing you to do so tonight...
You were straddled on his lap, arms wrapped loosely around his neck as you lazily rutted your hips into him. Your movements are languid and slow, yet with each grind, you crave more and more despite your sluggish movements. You can feel him beneath you, and you can tell he's getting restless. He twitches occasionally, and he croaks out a moan while his hands on your hips tighten the slightest bit.
"Dearest," Strained, yet with an underlying coordination, as if hes allowing himself to lose control, he tips his head to glance at you. "You are tearing me apart." He almost whines, spreading his thighs more to allow for more friction. Involuntarily, his hips gently press up into yours for more of that addictive pleasure. You shiver at his movements, pressing down harder. Though the thick fabric of his pants proves to be quite annoying. You pause, moving to fumble with the buckles and buttons of his pants. With his help, you push his pants to above his knees as he settles back down. Getting back on top, you resume your previous activities. He shudders deeply, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you further.
"Ah," He shuts his eyes, the pleasure was creeping up into his head and settling as a dense fog. It felt as if he couldn't think straight. His nerves were set ablaze, and his sensitivity seemed to be dangerously high. "Dear, you are mesmerizing... i-its—" A throaty moan cuts his sentence short as he feels your fingers grace the soft spot between his shoulder blades through his thin lilac dress shirt— the sensitive base connected to his wings.(Though his wings are not visible, this spot on his back still experiences the sensitivity as his wings would.) It makes his hips jerk forward, the pleasure flashing through his nerves and, in turn, making his movements involuntary. He whines almost desperately, his back straightening as he chases the feeling he craves so deeply.
His arms snake around your waist, pulling you close as he tucks his face into your neck. He pants softly, shutting his eyes as your hands draw dangerously close to the sensitive spot again. "You're teasing..." He murmurs, kissing your neck. His lips ghost over the sensitive skin; occasionally, his teeth drag, sending shivers up your back. He utters sweet praises to you, all while letting out soft sighs and moans into your ears. It sets you off more, making you turn a bit desperate for him.
He takes quick notice of your nature, starting to gently rut his hips into yours once again. He groans, and it seems like his reserved and gentlemanly nature may be wearing thin. As you drag your fingers down his sensitive spot, he tenses with a deep groan that dissolves into something akin to a whimper. The arms around your waist tighten, and he bites into the curve between your neck and shoulder, overcome with a flash of deep and intense pleasure. Though he didn't sink his teeth in hard, it still sent a tingly sensation down your back and up your neck. "Sorry, sorry..." He mutters, his voice is thick with desire and strained. You're sure if you could see his face, it would be flushed with a fair shade of pink— maybe that's why he was tucked under your chin.
He loosens his hold around your waist, placing a few kisses on your neck before he glances up at you. "Dearest—" He shudders as you continue grinding into him, making him shiver with your perseverance. "Once more, please." He whispers, looking up at you with desperation in his eyes. "Touch me again— please dear," He begs without a lick of shame, as if asking for your touch is the most sacred and honorable thing a man could do. His hand reaches up to your face, stroking your cheek with a slight tremble in his hands. "Please..."
His begging makes you freeze to allow your eyes to capture the sight before you. The intimidating and powerful Flins: a Ratniki and warrior of the Wild Hunt, is reduced to whining and begging you to touch him so prettily. His golden eyes look up at you with ache, and you can't bear to deny him any longer, not when he asks you so sweetly and politely.
Your fingers scratch down his spine slowly, watching him choke up as the pleasure seizes his nerves. He tenses as his eyes shut in bliss; he was forever thankful for your kindness towards him in this moment, offering him the insatiable pleasure that only you can provide. He sharply inhales through his teeth, hands around your back, gripping you as if you might slip away in the throes of his pleasure. Hot flashes wreck him, his skin set ablaze with tingly sparks; it's so good he wants to run from it and embrace it simultaneously.
When you grind into him with palpable pressure, a full-body shiver slams through him as he can no longer suppress the desperate sounds that leave him. He can feel your wetness through the thin undergarments left on you both, and most of all, the addictive and heavenly warmth you provide to his fae body. He's awfully susceptible to your warmth and human qualities— it's foreign to him, yet there's something about it so endearing. Your natural body heat is a weak flame compared to his: the Azure Flame. It's interesting how his body is so cold, despite his true form as a lantern fae.
Multiple sources of stimuli make his head cloud, unable to form any coherent thought as all he can do is accept the pleasure you give him. He rarely allows himself to receive, mostly because he prefers to give, but now that he's experiencing so much ecstasy, he's sure he will become more open to being on the receiving end. In fact, it feels so good he's starting to lose himself.
Flin's mouth is agape as gasps and moans escape him; he can't seem to suppress himself as the overwhelming need for release creeps up in the pit of his stomach. His eyes are tightly shut, and his hips jerk into you; he would have to apologize to you later for being so ungentlemanly...
But it doesn't bother you; in fact, it's stoking the flame within you even more. Watching his polite and reserved demeanor crumble because of your ministrations fills you with a certain warmth and solidarity, and you are set that you absolutely must see him fall apart at your hands. You massage his spine between his shoulder blades, hitting the sweet spot from his wings just perfectly. He pants heavily, growing restless, and you know he's soon to snap. You make sure to press yourself into him at the perfect angle, allowing him to feel just barely between your folds— almost teasing him with the possibility of what he could have.
"Dear—" You're surprised he managed to speak to you, albeit strained and hoarse. He's so caught up in pleasure that he jerks and twitches with every movement. You try to soothe him by running a hand down his shoulder, whispering sweet nothings and praises into his pointed ears. He pants, moaning and gasping on almost every single exhale as his spine straightens and his stomach flexes. "I'm gonna— fuck—"
Before you even have time to process hearing him curse, he squeezes you to him tightly, a deep shudder wracking through him as he finally comes apart, groans dissolving into whines as he comes hard. You can feel the warmth from the bodily fluid beneath you, making a slippery mess of you two as he desperately and honestly fails at rutting his hips into you. His forehead rests on your shoulder as he steadily relaxes from the hot waves of pleasure that just passed him. His movements come to a halt as he calms himself through the aftershocks, his grip no longer bruising as he leans against you.
You're honestly shocked at what just happened; not only has Flins never been that vocal, but never has he came so hard. You gently stroke his hair as he lifts his head. Meeting his lidded and dark golden eyes, you noticed his cute, flushed face, tinged pink, along with the tips of his pointed ears. No words are shared for a moment as he recovers; the intensity of the moment needs a break, yet you find yourself craving him more now than you did previously. However, when Flins finally speaks up, his voice is low and hoarse, yet undeniably attractive.
