WARNINGS suggestiveness !!!! flins makes innuendos, trigger warning for second hand embarrassment in wanderers ngl, lohenâs a little weird, kay? is he considered a yandere idfk im not well versed enough in that but he is pretty obsessed with reader
NOTES writing before lohens release so take his characterization with a heap of salt. also ignore typos this was written off of a blunt lmao.
fem!reader !!! she/her pronouns are used
VARKA
if you could use one word to describe grandmaster varka it would be irritating.
blowing away and splattering all the food youâre delivering with his vision accidentally while playing around with klee? irritating. getting down on his knees, kissing your hand and swearing on his knighthood heâs sorry in front of everyone in mondstadtâs square? even more irritating. spilling his ginormous cup of beer on your dress when you happen to both be out at the same timeâdo you even need to say it? itâs irritating.
you appreciate what he does as a grandmaster for the greater people of mondstadt but barbatos does he hinder your life. if anyone asked you, youâd prefer to stray away from wherever he ends up.
he feels contrary to you. he thinks youâre fascinating. gorgeous, pristine, kind-hearted, intelligent, and by the archons does he love your cooking at the good hunter. heâs irrevocably endeared with you. if anyone were to ask him, heâd say heâd like to be (honored to be) in your presence constantly. it really is a shame his motor and social skills run out the window whenever youâre around. i mean the only reason he vision-malfunctioned was because his brain dead-stopped seeing you looking all pretty. he may be the grandmaster and greatest hero of mondstadt but he is a man after all. at least thatâs how he sees it.
heâs aware you donât like hate him, heâs aware his initial attempt at your forgiveness made you more embarrassed and upset than you already were, but if heâs one thing, itâs an alcoholic perseverant. so he will try everything in his power to win you over!
carrying bags? heâll swing by and take those off your handsâŠmaybe flex his muscles a little bit in front of you too but thatâs totally unintentional. worried about creeps on your walk home before leaving the angelâs share? diluc move, varkaâll walk you back! believe me if you barged into the KoF headquarters and asked him to do something, heâd drop all his work in an instant to get it done⊠just please donât hate him anymore.
you essentially have him on a leash, at least thatâs what diluc tells you while sliding you over a drink.
you hate to admit that he is usefulâŠsometimes.
youâre coming back to mondstadt with a delivery payment when hillichurls corner you halfway back. shit. youâre mulling over what the fuck do do when a slice of air flies past you and the hillichurls dissipate at the hands of two greatswords before you can even process it.
thereâs the grand master, broad shoulders, scruffy blond hair and all, standing before you and towering over your frame.
âare you alright, maâam?â he asks, voice laced with concern. of course he still insists upon calling you maâam.
you mutter somethingâs small about being fine, flustered with how his bright blue eyes and annoyingly cute dimples stare down at you.
âwell then it seems my job here is done. would you like me to walk you back to the city, maâam?â
âi-itâs fineâjust thank you.â you probably look like an idiot right now, craning your neck to look up at him and a stupid awkward grimace because youâre flustered. curse varka and his endearing smile. curse him especially for what you do nextâvarkaâs fault of course. you shift all your weight to your tippie-toes and lean upwards just in time to kiss him on his cheek, right beneath his most prominent scar. you donât think youâve ever seen him so flustered.
he tries to say something but mumbled gibberish just comes out. his skin flushes marinara sauce red, his hands tense up and twitch, his stupid smirk transforms into a nervous awestruck half smile like a bee-stung dog.
you turn and walk away, just as flustered as he, muttering a barely coherent, âbye, sir varka.â and he just stands there like an idiot, hands still twitching and wandering randomly like he doesnât know what to do with them (heâs nervy okay). by the time his hands finally know what to do, one of them drifts up to trace over where you kissed (blessed him essentially) his cheek like heâs not sure if you just did that. you did. he knows this is not very knightly language but holy shit.
no oneâs sure why but the grandmaster seems to be in extra good spirits the following week.
FLINS
you swear to the archons flins was put on teyvat specifically to frustrate you.
him and his stupid flirty comments, stupidly handsome face you roll your eyes at, his âgentlemanlyâ demeanor and his incredibly long eyelashes youâre honestly kinda jealous of. theyâre all exceptionally frustrating.
if you hear âmâladyâ or âallow meâ (typically as he redirects you from a gathering of wild hunt and insists upon protecting you) in that smooth, droning voice again youâll send his pasty ass back to snezhnaya yourself.
and the insistence upon taking your hand as he leads you back to the nearest area cleared of the wild hunt before returning to his post is absurd.
oh and then thereâs the rather suggestive and frankly embarrassing comments.
arguing about how you are able to defend yourself and arenât his damsel in distress to project his savior complex onâ âsolving this dilemma will not be hard. i believe i can satisfy your nerves in many, many ways mâlady.â
disgusted by the smell of fire-water on his breath as you both end up at the flagship coincidentallyâ âmy apologies, miss. i did not think i was close enough to you for you to catch a whiff of my breath,â he laughs in a low drawl that upsets you further. âand to think i was mulling over getting closer.â i mean what the hell does that mean ???
him jumping in and saving you from those weird abyssal eyesââas expected, iâm sure youâre a commodity to all eyes.â
and every single time he chuckles as you fluster and snap your head away, still staring at you with those bright yellow eyes that occasionally drift lower as you look away. that stupid chuckle that makes you feel halfway to hell. and the immediate follow up of âi assure you i do not intend to mock you.â yeah, right.
yeah, the âgentleman actâ? youâre not buying it. you find the act unbearable, especially when heâs constantly following you around.
patrolling? flins somehow find himself there, claiming heâll help since itâs his âdowntimeâ. isnât he supposed to be working constantly?
âitâs quite disheartening to see your distain for me. i presumed iâd grow on you but you still drive me away.â
âwell iâd like you much better if you stopped following me around everywhere like a lost puppy.â
âi admit i have an affinity for you, i think anybody can assume that much.â
âwell your mocking laughter and judgmental stares donât convey that, sir flins.â
âi can assure you the looks are not judgemental, itâs placed in admiration, mâlady.â he pauses. âand you may call me kyryll, i insist.â
you stutter, flustered from him again. âshut up! go patrol on that side if youâd like to be in my good graces.â
âas you wish, mâlady.â
âstop calling me that!â
youâre still under the assumption he does this purely to annoy you, maybe one day youâll realize he just wants that cookie so effing bad.
WANDERER
he does NOT care what you think about him⊠okay maybe he does⊠just a little bit tho. and he will NEVER admit it.
youâre a fellow student at the akademiya who is honestly fed up with his terribly annoying ego. he acts as if heâs entitled to somethingâas if he was like an important figure in an important organization at one point⊠like??
his fuckass hat and his even worse ego drive you especially mad when youâre assigned to peer review each other and heâs so pissy the whole time.
unbeknownst to you heâs not that big of a dick, close to half of it is a little tsundere persona to make you think heâs just playing hard to get. that way, he wonât have to do all the cringy âasking each other outâ and, what he calls âushy mushy romanticâ things. ew.
so instead heâs spewing things like, âhow in teyvat did you even get through the entrance exam if this is how your work looks?â
âyou might aswell start over.â
he knows your work is good, probably better than his, but heâs trying to play hard to getâdonât you get it? unfortunately you donât and you are sick of it.
âyou know, wanderer, maybe if you got rid of that sorry excuse for a haircut you could get women on your dick and stop taking out all your frustrations on my work.â and then you storm out⊠babe not acquired :/ and waitâis his haircut really that bad? aunty nahida said he looked handsome⊠:(((
maybe thatâs when he realizes heâs being a little too harsh and that his little tsundere act to try and get you to be into him wonât work.
he physically cannot ask anyone else for relationship advice out of embarrassment though so he will suffer in silence (heâs dramatic itâs really not that bad) for a while.
right up until the archons themselves bless him and give you two a group project together (along with other people but they donât really matter to him). unfortunately, after your last interactions you want utterly nothing to do with him. his extremely blunt and non constructive criticism from before has in fact bit him in the ass.
maybe he needs to swallow his pride and ask for adviceânot maybe, he does. but archons this really sucks. so he sends an anonymous letter to yae publishing house, apparently his momâs girlfriend is pretty good in this whole romance thing so maybe sheâll help.
he gets his advice⊠it just turns out this influenced yae miko to develop a new short romance gl novel based on this experience. sure, nobody knows the new best seller is based on his (non-existent) romance scene and now turned lesbian but he canât help but be embarrassed every time he sees it sitting shelved in a stall.
he takes the advice, leaves a corny letter by your apartment door step (in which he bolted away from incase anybody saw him) and said anâŠAPOLOGY. very rare from him so you better not take this for granted. he felt so goddamn embarrassed the next time he saw you on campusâso embarrassed he was actually begging the archons that someone kills him when you greeted him.
you will unfortunately have to be the one to ask him out thoughâhe just gets so nervy!! he ignored that part of the advice from the letterâand the part suggesting he grip your thigh to âassert dominanceâ ??? what type of things are her and his mom into ?yuck! but he will be so corny the whole time youâre out on your first date. guy is tryna act like a nonchalant cool guy the whole time itâs like actually embarrassing. but itâs even more embarrassing when he gets flustered or asked something he didnât rehearse in the mirror beforehand.
âso, wanderer, what do you like to do?â
âi donât like a lot of things.â
âam i one of them?â
âuh..umây-yeah, sure.â (picture this with a voice crack halfway through iâm dying)
somehow he does manage to bag youâprobably only because of his face because archons does this man not know how to smooth talk.
heâd like to thank himself, kinda yae miko and a first date tips book he discretely took and returned to/from the akademiya library.
LOHEN
this vice captain has it BAD for you, his subordinate, and frankly itâs bad for you because of how much he follows you around like an annoying bug. as in an annoying fly that wonât go away and continues to buzz around in your face.
make a suggestion that he really has no business listening to as your superior? youâre immediately getting hit back with a, âyes! what an amazing idea!â running a secret mondstadt holiday gift exchange? he will purposefully pick your name and go way above the suggested mora pricing. on that note i think heâd be so upset if you got another personâworse enough another man thatâs TALLER </3. and yes on every single matter he will default to your opinion !
iâd assume everybody else is probably terribly annoyed with his very clear favoritismâŠincluding you. he thinks heâs being so romantic and so sweet, meanwhile youâre like âhuh?â every time he follows you around like a golden retriever, or more accurately a weird, scruffy little stray husky that you fed crumbs once and keeps coming back to your door step.
makes it so clear he wants you around. he is so damn insistent youâre free to come to his office with any questions wheneverâcode for: âplease please please come to my office oh barbatos if you love me sheâll come to my office and sheâll profess her love to meâ
unfortunately for him when you actually do go to his office, itâs to tell him to not be so clear with his favoritism as your colleagues and comrades have started to hate you. aw man :(((
he infact does not stop though because he #wantsthatcookie. and like câmon can you just do that professing love thing alreadyâdoes barbatos really not love him :/ heâs already defeated and brought back a ruin guardâs part for you, claiming it was âout of appreciation for his hardest working subordinateâ, isnât that romantic enough ? you stared at him and asked why he thought you would like that. hmm maybe he should try more conventional gifts.
eventually somebody has to sit him down and tell him that showing his very obvious obsession with you in all the ways he does will not get him the girl. okay fine whatever heâll try âasking you on a dateâ eyeroll. and ânot following you around begging for your attentionâ ughh. fine.
believe his surprise when you actually like it better when heâs normal about you. he even heard through the grapevine you said heâs looked âbetterâ lately. now you blush and happily accept when he offers to take you out for drinks. was it really that simple from the start? (yes it really was)
that whole night heâs just talking your ear off but itâs honestly kind of⊠endearing? itâs like if that stray little husky got his coat washed and groomed.
the night ends with a kiss on his cheek and oh my archons heâs over the moon. guys fighting demons to not act all obsessed againâkeyword act. this man would let you feed him to wolves of wolvendom and like it.
but he does use his weirdo rizz on you and it does work. not even satirically, surprise to everybody, he does end up with the girlâso fuck you to barbatos and everyone else that doubted him. you are in for a RIDE once youâre together. do not expect to be separated from him at all. and now he actually has an excuse to be completely off his rocker when another person talks to you. his nightmares probably consist of you going on an expedition with another man honestly.
Sometimes, you wake in the middle of the night to find Childe staring at you. Completely still, a battle-hardened warrior waiting in the bushes for prey. Itâs such a stark contrast to his daytime playfulness that you donât know what to make of it.
The nightlight beside your bed is meant to keep the dark out, but it never reflects in his eyes â those pools of the bottomless ocean that are watching, always watching, from where heâs perched on the edge of the bed.
âAjax?â Itâs the same every time. Your voice is slightly slurred, groggy from sleep. He blinks. It still isnât enough to snap him out of his stupor, so you have to reach out. And as soon as your fingers entwine with his, he melts, a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaping his lips.
He likes being curled up in your arms when he finally comes to bed. Thereâs nothing that can quell that odd jerkiness of his actions more than your arms around him and sleepy praise mumbled into his hair.
âYou love me, right? Youâll never leave me?â The words are always halting, muffled by your chest.
âOf course.â And it doesnât matter if your answer is the same every time; he still asks again and again like he needs you to reach into his ribcage and brand your allegiance onto his raggedly beating heart.
not proofread, i literally just wrote this impulsively because lohen's leaked animations made me feel THINGS.
âthatâs a sweet girl.â lohen coos in your ear. thereâs something in his eyes that both terrifies you, and also strengthens the heat pooling between your legs. itâs a sadistic gleam - the very same he wears whenever you catch him up close slaughtering hilichurls, whenever heâs sharpening his weapons before a fight.Â
that look isnât whatâs causing you to tremble beneath him, however. your wrecked state is caused by the knife pressed against your throat, cool, stainless steel that leaves goosebumps in its wake as lohen drags it further and further down. once it reaches your bra, lohen doesnât even hesitate before he slices it off, freeing your breasts. âyouâre so scared⊠i can tell, you know?â he adds in a quiet voice, only for you to hear, âbut youâre not running away. what a brave thing you are.â
the knife finally arrives just above your panties, and just like before, lohen doesnât bother getting rid of the fabric in the traditional way. he rips the garment off with the knife. instinctively, you attempt to close your legs - but lohen grabs your knee, his grip nearly painful, to keep them open.
âno no, sweet girl,â he says, and though his tone is sickeningly sweet, you can tell he wonât repeat himself if you dare go against his wishes, âkeep them open for me. iâm not done yet.â
you canât even begin to come up with a reply - your attention is onto the cool blade, which leaves your flesh, providing you a short sense of relief. however, said relief is gone when lohen presses it against your clit. your hips hiccup forward, and seeing you squirm makes lohen bite his lip.
he adds more strength to the blade, rubbing circles with the flat side of the knife against your clit. this shouldnât arouse you so badly, and yet, it very much does, considering how the blade is already glistening with your fluids. seeing you enjoying yourself makes lohenâs grin grow even wider somehow, and he increases his pace. itâs dangerous, and heâs well aware of that - but he keeps his knife at an angle that wouldnât harm you. he doesnât want you bleeding, at least not there.
youâre lightheaded with pleasure now, head lolling back and whines escaping your lips when you arenât begging him for more. but, just as youâre about to cum - the blade is gone. whatever pleasure you were feeling is replaced with aggravation, and you canât help the groan that leaves you.
your head snaps down to between your legs, then back to lohen. heâs eagerly licking the knife clean, refusing to break eye contact with you. and once heâs done⊠he laughs. laughs at your frustrated face, at how you were begging him to make you cum just a minute agoâŠ
âiâm sorry, iâm sorry,â he lies, as he leans forward until your foreheads are nearly meeting, âyou know i canât help myself. that look on your face when you canât cum makes me feel so good, sweetheart.â
the knife is once again brought to your cunt - this time, however, the blade is facing away from it, and instead, you can feel the thick handle probing at your entrance.
âthis time, iâll let you cum⊠so long as i get to hear you scream.â
i think childe likes to be mothered in a very concerning way. he'll want to be the man of the house while you stay at home and keep everything nice and clean and tidy and warm. he'll want to have you see him off and greet him with warm, open arms when he gets home, holding him in your embrace as he "accidentally" shoves his face into your cleavage. he'll want to have meals at the dinner table where he discusses his day and how hard it was, how happy he is to have someone like you to look after him. i can see him being pretty obsessive with you, monitoring your every interaction because why are you paying attention to someone that's not him? smiling at someone else instead of him? again? he's warned you time and time again about this, now he's got to get his hands dirty once again, but that's okay. he knows that even when he arrives home covered in blood you'll welcome him with that sweet, sweet smile, and tell him everything's going to be okay.
áŻâ synopsis mizuki loves making your life harder. especially when he leaves you on the brink just to answer the door.
â tags dom mizuki. gn but readerâs on the recieving end (fingering). girl is used but its only cause someone assumed ur gender. condescending mizuki (not rlly degradation its okay guys). bit of jealous n possessive mizuki
divider by saradika-graphics !
âholy shit, donât stopââ you barely whimper it out before mizuki retracts his fingers. you could already feel his smirk from behind your shoulder.
you let out a sound between a sob and a growl. heâs been edging you for the past hour and all you wanted to do was feel relief after a long day.
âwhat is wrong with you?â turning your head, you snarl at his smug expression, feeling even more irritated.
mizuki clicks his tongue, âyou know that attitude wonât get you anywhere.â he shakes his head in mock disappointment.
âcome on, justâ please?â you give in, giving him a pleading face. projecting the neediest and whiney tone, you look up at him. âbabe.â
it seems to work a bit, given by the way his eyes soften just a little before he gives your lips a soft peck.
âyou want these?â he flexes his hand, slender fingers moving the stickiness around and in between his middle and pointer, almost as if heâs fascinated. âyeah?â
giving him a soft kiss, you nod eagerly, âyes, yes, please give it to me.â you whisper nicely, hoping to sway him even further into giving you what you want.
âso polite.â he snickers, adjusting your position between his thighs, settling you into his chest before he hooks his chin over your shoulder. âmy sweet little⊠whore?â he questions mockingly, like he was testing out a new petname.
âare you? are you my sweet whore, babe?â mizuki goads, kissing the side of your face while you both watch in a trance as his fingers sink back into you. âyeah, you are.â
he snickers quietly at the gasp you let out, curling your hands into the sheets beside his legs.
âmy whore.â he kisses your cheek again, spoken with revelation. âmy beautiful little slut.â you feel his fingers curl into you after every word, making you lean your head back into his body.
âi love you so much,â he almost moans into your ear. the way heâs almost getting off to the way youâre feeling good lights up a fire in your chest. âcum on my fingers, babe.â
you let out a broken breath, moaning into the air. heâs hitting your spot just right, and you feel yourself almost coming apart.
but right before you could call out to him though, your doorbell rings across the apartment and into the bedroom.
mizuki sighs in slight irritation, fingers suddenly stopping, making you let out a small sob. you were so close.
âwait here, iâll be quick.â
he moves to get off the bed when you grasp his hand, eyes wet with unshed tears. âi wasâ i was so⊠donât go. please.â
mizuki chuckles softly at your desperation. âitâs the food we ordered. youâd regret it if i didnât get it.â
you shake your head, not giving any less of a fuck if it was from your favorite restaurant or not. you could only watch him leave the bedroom door open pathetically as he saunters outside in only his shorts.
mizuki ignores the way the delivery guy is taken aback by his appearance, clearly smelling of sex and looking like it too, with his ruffled hair and sweat sheened arms. the only thing he can think of is you, and how youâre probably writhing in restlessness back in the bed.
âgot a girl back there?â the dude jokes, feeling awkward while mizuki goes through his pouch for the money.
he probably doesnât mean anything by it, just a light joke, mizuki thinks. but he canât help the irrational feeling of wanting to hide you away, to keep you a secret.
what if you order while heâs out one night and itâs this guy again? would he be able to recognize your smell? or remember your apartment number? he canât help but think.
mizuki doesnât answer, mood souring at the strangerâs inquiry. he quickly closes the door the moment he grasps the paper bag, leaving the guy with his change. he places it on the counter in a bit of a rush before returning to you.
meanwhile in the bedroom, you could hear them talk, but youâre far too muddled-brain to care. all you could think about was your boyfriend and your small growing grudge at him for denying you.
mizuki plops on the bed as soon as heâs back, âmiss me?â he gets an unimpressed glare from you in return. âokay, okay. sorry.â he chuckles.
âiâm getting some of your food.â you grumble while he settles you onto his lap. âtakinâ⊠all your meat. and rice.â
heâs unfazed, âno problem.â
mizuki licks his lips before caressing your thighs, peppering kisses on to your chest. he slowly eases his fingers into you, theyâre a bit wet since he washed his hands after grabbing the food. he may be freaky, but heâs not unhygienic.
âthere you go.â he coos, watching you sigh at the feeling of being full. âthis hole missed me? did it?â
âs-shut up.â you groan, still frustrated and annoyed at him.
mizuki kisses the scowl on your face, its wet and messy, just like the way heâs pumping his fingers into you. âcalm down, iâm here now.â he placates, forehead resting on to yours.
you yelp when he curles them into the right spot again, hands coming up to grip onto the short black hair connecting to his neck. he groans in response.
âiâve been so mean to you, havenât i?â you nod at him, eyebrows furrowed.
mizuki frowns mockingly, âi have? aww⊠my poor baby.â with his free hand, he sneaks it under your shirt and tweaks a nipple, making you arch into his chest.
âiâll make it up to you, precious.â he bites your cheek softly, feeling a bit aggressive. he canât help it if you were being so cute.
âi left you so depraved⊠only fair if i made you cumââ
you moan into his shoulder, hiding your face when you felt shudders throughout your body.
âoh, already?â mizuki questions, fingers digging into you unrelentlessly. he doesnât stop pumping it in and out. âyou deserve more, babe.â
you shake your head, sobbing while clawing at his back, body feeling overwhelmed. the pain and pleasure was blinding as he places a hand behind you back, rubbing it in comfort.
âiâm not done. you can handle it, right?â
mizuki maneuvers you both on the bed, holding you steady while he fiddles through the drawer next to your bed. he takes out your bullet vibrator and kisses your temple softly, amusement in his eyes when he sees the look of surprise and horror on your face.
âyou can take my portion. iâll even feed it to you. just give me a bit more, okay?â
(ăŁÂŽàœ`)㣠synopsis. youâre part of the knights of favonius, riding along on grand master varkaâs expedition. youâre not exactly expected to fight alongside him⊠but you do battle his massive knot like a true knight!
the expedition had gone smoother than most. no fatui ambushes, no wild hunt, just long days of marching and the steady rhythm of armor clanking behind the grand master. you were supposed to feel proudâknights lived for the chance to march at varkaâs side.
he was impossible not to notice anyway. towering, broad, laughing louder than anyone else on the trail. varka carried half the supplies on his back like they weighed nothing,he was everything a leader should beâwarm, fearless, endlessly strong.
and yet, sometimes, his gaze slipped to you. too long. too heavy. like he could strip your armor off with a look.
âkeep up, little knight,â heâd called over his shoulder at one point, grin sharp as his blade. âor iâll have to carry you too.â
varka. grandmaster of the knights of favonius. knight of boreas. and right now, a man on the edge.
normally heâs loudest at the fireâbooming laugh, big hands clapping shoulders, spinning stories that make even the greenest recruits forget their homesickness. but tonight, heâs restless. too hot. you can see it in the way sweat beads at his temple, in the taut flex of his hand around his mug, in how his grin falters a little too quick when someone bumps his shoulder.
heâs been like this for days. short-tempered, running hot, chewing out the men in a way thatâs uncharacteristic. and you know why.
his rut is building.
and youâhis so-called âdesignated knightââhave been mentally bracing for it.
âthe knight of boreas looks a little tamed tonight,â one of the younger men jokes, emboldened by drink. laughter ripples, but dies quick when varkaâs head snaps toward him.
the low, warning growl he gives doesnât belong to a man.
your stomach flips. his eyesâbright, wild, hungryâcut past the poor recruit and pin you. you freeze, mug halfway to your lips.
then, in a voice that rumbles low and even:
âmy tent. now.â
the fire might as well go out for how quiet the camp gets. no one dares to move, but you can hear the whispers anyway.
âpoor thingâŠâ
âdefinitely wonât be walking straight tomorrow.â
your face burns as you set your mug aside and stand, his gaze following you until you slip into the shadows.
inside his tent, the flap barely falls shut before youâre slammed against a pole, breath stolen.
âwaitââ you gasp, but his mouth swallows it, hot and demanding, tongue pressing past your lips like he hasnât kissed you in months. his body radiates heat, burning through your uniform, and his handsâarchons, his handsâare everywhere.
you were meant to be a knight. trained with steel in your hand, sworn to fight alongside him. instead, youâd become something else. the one who steadied varkaâs shaking hands, who let him rut into you until dawn and left you sore and marked.
âknew you were watching me.â his grin is sharp, feral, as he pulls back just enough to speak. his voice vibrates in your bones, dripping with mockery. âsweet thing, sitting there pretending you arenât waiting for me to lose it.â
âvarkaââ
âgrandmaster,â he corrects, chuckling darkly, his hand sliding down to cup your ass and drag you against his hard cock. even through his trousers you feel the obscene swell of his knot, already straining, begging to be buried inside you.
you shiver. youâll never get used to that.
he doesnât give you time to retort. your back hits the bedroll, his weight caging you in. his big hands tear at your clothes like theyâre nothing, tossing each piece aside until youâre bare beneath him, shivering under the heat of his body.
then his belt clinks, trousers shoved downâand when he frees himself, your breath hitches hard in your chest.
âahh, there it is,â he drawls, fist wrapped around the base of his cock like heâs showing it off. itâs monstrous, thick enough your thighs press together instinctively, heavy veins running along the flushed shaft, the tip already glossy with pre. worseâthereâs already a bulge at the base, that small swollen knot that makes your stomach flip.
âfuckââ the word slips out of you before you can catch it, eyes wide.
his grin is sharp, wolfish. âmm? whatâs that, little knight? seen me like this plenty of times, and you still look surprised?â he gives himself a lazy stroke, squeezing just under the forming knot, and more pre dribbles down over his fist. âhah, still makes you gasp, doesnât it? look at you, staring like youâre scared iâll split you in half.â
you shake your head, but itâs a weak denial, thighs clenching tighter.
he chuckles low in his chest, leaning down until the blunt, leaking head smears against your slick folds, smearing pre all over your cunt. âdonât worry, pup. youâll take it. you always do. and this time, youâre not just takinâ meâyouâre keepinâ me. right hereââ he presses his cockhead snug against your entrance, letting you feel the tip straining against your folds, ââlocked inside, âtil every dropâs bred deep.â
outside, the campfire chatter picks back up. boots shuffle. mugs clink. and you know theyâll hear everything.
âlemme hear you, pup.â his grin widens when you turn your face, biting back a whimper. âi didnât train you to be shy. let them know who keeps you stuffed full every rut.â
and thenâhe sinks in, thick and brutal, splitting you open until the stretch steals your breath and your nails claw helplessly at the bedroll.
âahhh, there it is,â he rumbles, rough hands gripping your hips, fingers pressing bruises into your skin. âtrying to fight me already? thought youâd be used to this by now, little knight.â
you gasp, trying to arch away, but he just pins you harder, pressing your shoulders to the furs underneath. âyouâre not going anywhere.â his free hand slides up to your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his wild, blue wolfish gaze. âlook at me. look at whoâs gonna breed you tonight.â
your back arches on instinct, hips jerking forward. you whimper, tiny noises spilling past your lips. âvarkaâpleaseââ
he laughs, low and wicked, and his cock drives into you again and again, heavy body pinning you down so thereâs no escape, no reprieve. each thrust is ruthless, deeper than the last, until your thighs are trembling, until you can barely remember how to breathe.
youâre already coming undone, clenching around him hard, body breaking apart on his cock.
âhah, there it is,â he growls, grinning like heâs just won a fight. âsweet little knightâs already twitchinâ on meâhavenât even knotted you yet. thatâs why youâre my most valuable one, yâknow? donât need your blade when youâve got this cunt squeezing me like it was made to.â
his words hit as hard as his thrusts, each one pushing you deeper into that haze of pleasure and humiliation. you try to turn your face, muffle the sounds spilling out of your throat, but his hand is right there, rough thumb pressing against your tongue, forcing you to moan around it.
âgood pup. louder.â his voice drops into that sing-song mockery that makes your belly tighten. âlet âem all hear how well their grand master fucks his favorite knight.â
you whimper, body shaking, nails clawing at the bedroll. â âs t-too muchââ
he just laughs, hips slamming forward so hard your back arches off the furs. âtoo much? no such thing. besidesââ his thrusts get messier, sharper, the weight of him grinding you down, ââyou know whatâs cominâ, donât you?â
the blunt swell keeps bumping against you, pressing insistently, and panic tangles with your pleasure. youâve taken him before, survived it before, but every time it feels impossible until itâs happening.
ân-no, varkaââ
âgrand master,â he corrects again, voice a rumble, a growl. his mouth is at your ear now, hot breath washing over your skin. âhave some respect, pup.â
you shake your head, but he feels the way your pussy tightens around him, the way your hips try to jerk up even as you plead.
he pulls back, only to slam forward again, knot grinding against your entrance, forcing another sob out of you. youâre half trying to crawl away, half melting under him.
varka chuckles darkly, turning you around and pushing your shoulders down until your cheekâs mashed to the bedroll. âlook at you. already crying on my cock and i havenât even stuffed you full yet. you think youâre ready to march back to mondstadt after this expedition? or should i pump you full right here? make sure youâre carrying my pups before we ever see the city walls?â
your head jerks up at that, but he just grabs the back of your neck, holding you down like a wolf pinning its mate, thrusting with sharp, brutal snaps of his hips.
âhear me?â his voice is a growl now, low and possessive but still teasing at the edges. âby the time weâre back home, everyoneâll smell me on you. might even see your belly startinâ to swell. theyâll know who fucked the fight outta their little knight.â
your whole body jolts at the grand masterâs words, a strangled moan tearing out of your throat as your cunt clenches around him. the mental image of trudging back to mondstadt with his scent all over you and his seed dripping down your thighs is too much. you break, gushing around him, eyes rolling back as he snarls against your ear.
âjust like that,â he growls, hips never stopping. âshow me you want it. squeeze me until that little holeâs ready to take my knot.â
you whimper, still dizzy, but he just presses harder on the back of your neck, keeping you pinned. âgood pup. thatâs it. the harder you cum, the easier itâll be to lock you down and pump you full.â
his other hand snakes around to your front, palm flat on your stomach where it bulges around his cock. he presses down, making you feel every inch.
âso small,â he coos, laughing breathlessly. âcan feel myself right here. fuckâthis cunt was made to hold the grand masterâs knot, wasnât it?â
you whimper something thatâs not quite a no, not quite a yes, but he just keeps moving, pushing his knot against you over and over, testing your limits.
âopen up,â he grinds out. âgonna split you on it. stretch you âtil youâre stuck. youâll thank me later when youâre heavy with my pups, when everyone knows youâre mine.â
then, with one brutal roll of his hips, the knot pushes inside, swelling immediately, locking you around him. your whole body arches, a sob breaking out of your throat as youâre stuffed to the brim.
âahhhâfuck, thatâs it,â he snarls, voice going rough. âtight little thing. keep milkinâ me. iâll give you every dropâfill you so full it leaks down your thighs. wonât stop âtil youâre bred properly.â
he moves even while locked, little grinding thrusts that send sparks up your spine. outside, you hear someone shift near the campfire, but varka only laughs, low and wicked, as he bends over your back.
âthere you go,â he purrs, licking a stripe up your cheek like some wolf staking its claim. âcry on your grand masterâs cock. let the whole camp hear how you belong to me.â
