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summary β varka's love is almost too much for you to handle.
themes β librarian!reader, semi-public sex, inexperienced!reader, developing relationship, standing full nelson position, struggling to fit him in, creampie, orgasms, varka calls ya pumpkin, praise
WC: 1.1k
This was not how you were supposed to tend to the Mond Library in Lisaβs absence.
Plap!
Tears steamed down your cheeks as your nails scratched against the muscled forearms folding you in half. Head cradled in his hands, feet dangling in the air, you whimpered as the Grand Master held you suspended, his hips slapping into yours. With another rough thrust, one of your shoes fell off your feet, clattering against the wood floor with a loud thump. Varkaβs breath was hot on your ear, the smell of smoked meat and booze wafting over you with each exhale. As he rammed himself into you, you dug your teeth into your trembling lower lip and cried.
βShh, shhβ¦β Varka said, kissing your temple. βYouβre okay, pumpkin.β
Easy for him to say. He wasnβt the one being held midair, getting split open on the girth of his cock. To make matters worse, you were still operating under business hours. At any moment, anyone could wander into the library looking for a book, only to wind up finding you, getting your cunt destroyed by Grand Master Varka. You tried to stifle your moans, but when he stuffed you full of him for the umpteenth time, stretching you beyond what you thought yourself capable, you gasped out, βFuck.β
βShh, shh, shh,β he whispered. βNot so loud, pumpkin. Youβre doingβ¦β He grunted, thrusting his dick into you, making you see stars. βYouβre doing great, hon.β
You clawed at the hands supporting your head, your vision blurred with hot tears. Petulantly, you whined, βGrand Master, youβreβ¦too bigβ¦β
βYou can do it, hon,β he whispered back hotly. βI know you can.β
βOh, fuck,β you sobbed, feeling your insides throb when his tip mashed into your cervix. βGrand Master, please. Not so deep.β
βIβm sorry,β he answered immediately, his voice coming out rushed. In another soothing whisper, he said, βShh, pumpkin, shh. Iβm sorry.β
His hips didnβt thrust so deep anymore. You felt like you could finally breathe.
βI got carried away,β he murmured. βYour pussyβs so tight, hon. Feels so good for me.β
Those words were strangling you.
βYouβve gotten so good at this,β he told you. βSo much better than when we first started. Hold on for me a little longer, yeah?β
He was right. The first time Grand Master Varka revealed to you that he had interest beyond what you had originally thought, you were flabbergasted. It wasnβt that you didnβt find him attractiveβno, it was quite the oppositeβbut your whole life, you had only seen Varka as a role model. An ideal, really. Not as a man, and certainly not as one who would fill you to the brim with him every night that you allowed him to. Your first time was awkward, a bit painful, but Varka held you through it. Always gave you kisses and praise, even when you could barely handle the motion of his tip alone. You wanted to be able to take all of him, to let him use you as he saw fit, but unlike him, you were far too limited by pain. It frustrated you, to have taken him this many times and still be struggling. But Varka told you bestβyour rate of improvement was truly astounding. Even to yourself.
βAll good, sweetheart?β
You looked downwards, your eyes catching the movement of his thick cock, glistening with you as it thrust halfway in and out of your hole. Chewing your lower lip, you nodded.
He let out a grunt, his fingers squeezing harder around your head. Something rough grated his tone when he asked, βIs it okay if I cum inside?β
βYes,β you whined. βYes, Grand Master, yes.β
βMngh, justβ¦just call me Varka, pumpkin.β
You let out a choked sound when he snapped his hips upwards, and even though it was only half of him, you felt so incredibly full. Tears streamed down your face as you gasped and sputtered for breath, nails digging into his wrists as you wailed, βGrand Master.β
βVarka,β he answered, his tone far more brusque than usual. Something about him sounded feral when he growled, βCall me Varka.β
Another rough thrust of his hips into yours had you squirming. βOh, fuck,β you sputtered, your eyelids fluttering to the beat of your uncontrollable heart. βVarka.β
When his dick pushed past that halfway point of his, shoving its way into your innermost walls with its violent ram, your nails pierced the skin of his hands. Crying for him, you scratched away at his skin, leaving deep gashes that left him marred with your love. Varka was shushing you again, his hips were thrusting deep again, and as you whined his name, you were overwhelmed by the force of your own orgasm. You felt hot, you felt blind, and as Varka pumped you full of him, you let the intensity of your voice rip through the silent library.
βVarka,β you were crying. βVarka.β
βFuck,β he whispered back. βHere you go, pumpkin.β
His base was flush to yours, resounding through the library with a wet smack! You struggled in his arms, your eyes twitching as discomfort and pleasure weaved themselves equally throughout your insides. Letting him cum this deep inside of you was surely a recipe for disaster, but the feel of his cock throbbing within you only led you to your second slope.
βVarka,β you slurred, your eyes blurred by your tears. βIβm cumming again.β
βOh, yeah? Thatβs good, pumpkin.β
He held you in place, even after his limp cock fell out of you. You felt the trickle of his cum as it dripped from your hole, your teary eyes pressing shut as a second orgasm wracked through you. Something about doing it like this, him watching without even being inside you, was both embarrassing and enthralling.
βGood job, pumpkin,β Varka murmured. βIβll put you down, okay?β
Breath shuddering, you nodded. Ever so gently, Varka maneuvered his intense hold on you until your feet were on the floor. He held one of your hands while he reached for your fallen heel, sliding it back onto your foot for you.
When Varka stood back to his full height, he cupped your face in his hands. He leaned down, closing the distance between you, and gave you a firm kiss. Your hands rose to his wrists, gripping them hard as you whimpered against him. He lavished your tear-stained face with booze-scented kisses, and in his deep, rumbling voice asked, βWanna go home?β
You nodded, your arms looping around his broad waist. Your legs trembled beneath you, rendered so by the way he had pinned you midair and the intensity of how he had fucked you. Quietly, you replied, βYou might have to carry me.β
I mean itβs too late like i mean way to late for you to get shy about it now plus your like my fix of lohen smut you gotta come back queen i need you for god sakeπ’π’π₯
I'm sorry I've been gone, I've still been writing!!! Nothing is coming out the way I've wanted it to so its all just wips I think i have a total of 4 in all that might never see the light of day atp π I've still been lurking very lightly on other writers posts to get my lohen fix, I just think I need something to kick me in the ass and tell me to stop overthinking what im writing
Originally I made this account because I was super horny for lohen and then I gained a bunch of eyes on my account which for some reason made me SUPER NERVOUS? LOL im not sure what I thought would happen, but i dont wanna post trash to everyone who's been so nice to me so now im in limbo. Talk about late stage anxiety im pretty sure everyone's seen me talk about sucking lohens dick at this point but only now am i shy about it.
synopsis: lately, Varka has noticed that something's not quite right with his two vice captains β and he is determined to find out what.
before you read: lohen x fem!reader, vice captain of 4th company reader, brief mention of alcohol, PDA, varka cameo/pov, varka is comedic relief and sick of you & lohen's antics, lohen & reader basically ragebait varka, inspired by this fic
wc: 4.1k,,, give it a chance!!
Varka is an observant man.
That skill has helped him lead the expeditionary force that marched to the northernmost parts of Teyvat, form a temporary alliance with the Fatui Harbinger II Capitano, and cultivate the budding talents of numerous young Mondstadters like Razor and Noelle β the future of Mondstadt, heβs sure.
The Grand Master was, reputedly, a man of keen perception (well, minus the one time he overestimated his limit and drank so much he forgot why he went to visit Mavuika in the first place. Varka likes to believe that doesnβt count, though).
Thatβs why it doesnβt take long for him to notice when two of his vice captains begin lying to him.
Fine β he supposes βlyingβ isnβt the most fair word to describe whatever the hell was going on between you and Lohen, but the Grand Master had been observing the two of you as of late, and he couldnβt be more sure that his inscrutable 4th and 5th company vice captains were up to something.
For instance, Lohen β that little battle manic who rarely sought βfriendshipβ unless he intended to use it for personal gain β had begun sticking to you like a slime. Weirdly enough, you seemed to reciprocate his enthusiasm, always inviting him for a spar at The Thousand Winds Temple.
At first, Varka didn't think too much of it. Whatever, maybe you were just being polite and entertaining the young captain's antics. Or, perhaps he had bribed you with that "friendship fee" of his β that was a possibility.
However, the more time you and Lohen spent together, the more you clung to one another, creating a bond Varka couldn't seem to write down as mere "friendliness":
I.
The first time Varka felt something was off with you two occurred during a rather mundane commission. The Knights of Favonius had received news regarding a massive Hilichurl camp near Windrise; concerned about its proximity to the main city, he had ordered his most capable knights to clear out the camps with him.
The commission goes swimmingly, like it always does β that is, until he hears a pained yelp belonging to his 4th company vice captain cut through the air. Immediately, Varka swivels his head 180 degrees to the point that he almost gets whiplash, but itβs worth it, because he witnesses the most astonishing sight before him: Lohen completely abandoning the massive Mitachurl heβd been sparring (probably with delight, knowing him) to rush to your aid.
βLo,β you gasp weakly, groaning as you press a bloody palm against the gash at your waist (βLoβ? When the hell did you call that rascal such a sweet nickname?). Varka needs only to blink once before the offending monster crumbles to dust by a swift stab of Lohenβs dagger. If he didnβt know any better, heβd think Lohen looked far more frightening than usual as he decimated the creature β if that was even possible, anyway.
Varka stands motionless, stunned as Lohen instantly drops to your side. The crazed look in his eyes vanishes in favor of a concerned one, and the vice captain is visibly tense as he mutters a choice of curse words before scanning your body for injuries.
βAhβ¦β Lohen sucks in a sharp breath, uncharacteristically quiet. βDo you feelβ¦alright?β
You shoot him a rather unimpressed look, elbowing him in the ribs with the remaining strength you have. βDoes it look like I feel alright?β
Lohen raises both hands in surrender, shaking his head with a forced chuckle. βRight, right. Cβmon, letβs get you fixed up.β
The remaining knights get the job done quickly. The entire Hilichurl camp is cleared out within seconds, but Varka cannot bring himself to care when thereβs a miracle occurring right in front of his eyes. Itβs true that despite Lohenβs usual aggressive and battle-hungry nature, the rascal had never ceased to look out for his fellow knights β but this time was different. There was surely something wrong with Lohenβs reaction today, and Varka couldnβt put his finger on what it was.
He only snaps out of his trance when Lohenβs grating voice pierces the air again. βHey, Varka! Stop standing there like an idiot and get this young lady some medical aid, will ya?β
Varka grunts in response, beckoning the rest of his knights to follow. βRight,β he mutters under his breath, staring at the two of you.Β
The bane of the Grand Masterβs existence walks off with your arm around his shoulders. As Varka catches up, he could almost swear to Barbatos he hears Lohen tease: βYou seemed distracted today β thinkin' about me too much? Okay, okay, Iβm just kidding! Justβ¦be more careful next time, kay? I really donβt like seeing you hurt.β
Varka shakes his head disbelievingly. Oh, yeah. Heβs absolutely keeping an eye on the both of you from now on.
II.Β
And so he does.Β
The second time Varka notices something off about you two, heβs already drunk, head warm and fuzzy from the combination of alcohol and overstimulating noise echoing through the first floor of Angelβs Share.
The beer works well to clear his mind of most worries, though not the one clear goal heβs had since that last commission: to find out exactly what was going on between you and Lohen. Tonight was the perfect chance to do so β as long as one of you gets a little drunk, he supposes β so he leans against the table to peer at you two.
To no oneβs surprise, youβre seated next to Lohen, who was nursing an apple cider in his hands. While he seemed quite awake and aware of his surroundings (much to Varkaβs displeasure), the dandelion wine in your hands had rendered you tipsy, and you were already mumbling lazily against Lohenβs shoulder.
Perfect.
Varka clears his throat loudly in hopes of catching your attention.
βUh, vice cap!β
Both you and Lohen turn your heads to face him simultaneously. That synchronism only makes Varka even more suspicious (yes, you were both vice captains, but he doesnβt care. That definitely meant something), so he decides that he must start an inconspicuous conversation in an effort to dig deeper. What counts as inconspicuous, Varka doesnβt really know β especially when heβs this buzzed from the beer in his tankard. Still, he knows he must try, so he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.
βAh, Iβve gotta confess β I kinda miss the days when Jean was Acting Grand Master!β he starts, words already slurring into an aimless ramble. βI swear to Barbatos, Iβve been bombarded with reports these days! It makes me want to mysteriously disappear againβ¦uh, not that Iβd want to dump all the paperwork on somebody else, of courseβ¦β
You and Lohen glance at each other, unable to hide your snickering. It makes Varka frown a bit β what was up with kids and their disrespect these days??
He does feel a bit better, though, when the two of you turn around to pay him attention once more.
βHah, I get you, Grand Masterββ you start.
βOh, she really doesββ Lohen adds, tone reeking of amusement and mockery.
You smirk, slapping the little rascalβs arm to shut him up (serves him right, Varka thinks). βNo, no, I really do. I mean, I think Iβd probably die if I had a mountain of paperwork on my desk every day. Yβknow, Grand Master, I see you hiding away in the most random places to escape your work and take a nap.β
Varka huffs in indignation, face going a bit red at being discovered by his vice captain, but you cut him off before he can say anything.
βIβm a bit envious, though,β you sigh. βI wish I could sneak away to take a nap, considering I havenβt been sleeping well these daysββ
Before you can finish your sentence, though, Lohen cuts in. His words are knowing and concerned, something Varka has probably witnessed from him maybe twice in this lifetime.
βNightmares about the Wild Hunt again?β the vice captain murmurs, eyes softening in sympathy. βWas that why you were shaking in your sleep?β
You begin to nod in response, except a few seconds later, a look of realization flashes in your eyes. Varka follows your gaze as it anxiously scans across the table of fellow knights β all either too drunk or too engrossed in their own conversations to pay you and Lohen any mind.
Varka narrows his eyes. Everyone else may have missed that slip up, but he absolutely did not. He takes another swig of his beer before slamming the tankard down with a large thud. The Grand Master watches in satisfaction as you glance at him with wide eyes, visibly surprised at the sudden action.
βLohenβ, he huffs, suddenly getting a rush of liquid courage. Varka points a finger accusingly at the ranged companyβs vice captain, a victorious smirk on his lips. βTell me, how do you know what kinda dreams sheβs been having, huh?β
Unfortunately, Lohen merely returns his question with an infuriatingly innocent smile, shrugging oh so casually in response.
βHeh- Great question, Grandmaster! You see, itβs simply because weβve camped together during expeditions,β he drawls. βOur 4th company vice captain talks quite a lot in her sleep.β
Before Varka can protest, you mirror Lohenβs stupid innocent smile and cut in. βHeβs right, Grand Master. Alas, I do talk out loud in my sleep β I have some pretty vivid dreams.β You glance toward Lohen, winking at him. βThanks for putting up with my sleep talking, vice captain.β
Varka feels his right eye twitch at your unbelievable response. He looks between the two of you, opening his mouth in an attempt to complain, yet nothing comes out.
Thereβs no way heβs been conned. Again.
III.
After losing his only lead in the tavern a week ago, Varka had decided to give up and chugged 10 more beer bottles out of frustration.
If you and Lohen wanted to evade the truth, then so be it. He had far more important matters to attend to anyway β like the never-ending requisition forms currently spilling across his desk, or what to do with the poor new recruits Lohen was supposedly βtestingβ (more like torturing) with his increasingly dangerous poisoned drinks.Β
Varka sighs, shoving his chair back and beckoning Lohen to gather the stack of forms and follow him out of the office. No matter β he would deal with the little rascal later. First, there were probably four more tasks he needed to complete before sitting his vice captain down for a more serious talk about his "tactics."
Heβs mid-stride across the headquarters lobby, Lohen half a step in front of him, when he notices two familiar figures by the staircase. Varka squints. The Cavalry Captain is leaning against the railing, one arm braced on the wall beside your head. His face is far too close to yours, and Varka can't seem to put a finger on why the two of you together feels wrong.
As Kaeya notices the two men approach, the corner of his mouth quirks up, amused and expectant. He doesnβt turn to look, though, gaze still trained on you.
βI never see you off duty, vice captain,β he says smoothly, regarding you with a pleasant smile. βItβs a shame, really.β
Varka hears you laugh, a sweet sound falling from your lips. In front of him, Lohen instantly stops in his tracks.
He nearly walks straight into the little rascal β Varkaβs sure he would have, if it werenβt for his amazing reaction time. He shoots Lohen an exasperated look, about to tell him off, but when his eyes land on the vice captain, he realizes that Lohen isnβt looking at him at all. Instead, Varka traces his icy stare to the staircase, where you were still chatting happily with the Cavalry Captain.
Ah.
He reaches out to place a soothing hand on Lohenβs shoulder, ready to stop him from whatever impulsive decision he was going to make, but the idiot was already striding toward you and Kaeya.Β
βVice captain,β Lohen greets you, voice paper thin. There's a shadow cast across his face, one that reminds Varka of the same unsettling expression he wore after returning from that underground auction. βThese requisition forms require your countersignature. Itβs urgent.β
Varka blinks, mouth falling open at the scene unfolding before him. Those forms were not urgent, relative to all his other paperwork. In fact, they werenβt even meant for the 4th company. But for some odd reason, Lohen was lying to your face, right in front of the Grand Master whom those papers belonged to.
You tilt your head questioningly, as if beckoning him to explain, but Lohen doesnβt bother to wait. He casually steps between you and Kaeya, making sure to completely block the Cavalry Captain from your view, before handing you the stack of forms in his hands.
Varka doesnβt miss the way Lohenβs fingers brush against yours for a second too long.
The sound of Kaeyaβs chuckle snaps Varka out of his trance, and he finally manages to pick his jaw back up. He watches as the Cavalry Captain pushes off the wall, hands raised in mock surrender.Β
βAh, business calls. Expected nothing less from the ever busy young lady."
It isnβt until Lohen has herded you up the stairs, palm pressed insistently against your lower back, that Kaeya spares Varka a glance. Thereβs an amused glint in his eyes, as if he knows something the older man doesnβt.
βForms,β he chuckles to himself, tasting the word on his tongue. The captainβs tone reeks of mockery. βHow dreadfully urgent.β
Varka opens his mouth β to say what exactly, he didnβt know β but Kaeya was already strolling up the stairs, throwing a couple of words over his shoulder.Β
βSheβs very lucky. Donβt you think, Grand Master?β
Varka exhales slowly, not knowing whether to feel absolutely infuriated or exhilarated. There was no way in Teyvat he was getting any paperwork done after that β but perhaps his lead from last week hadnβt disappeared after all.
IV.Β
In the next few days, Varka forced himself into work. For the sake of productivity, he desperately tried not to recall Lohenβs icy stare at the Cavalry Captain, or the way youβd let yourself be led away by the man without a single protest. Anyone could tell he had failed, though, by the stacks of unfinished papers still spread across his desk.
At least heβs learned something useful from the ordeal: it seemed that if Celestia wished to grant him more evidence of you and Lohenβs weirdness around each other, then it would do so during the most random, mundane, and totally unsuspicious moments of the day. Alas, there was no further point in lurking around the 4th and 5th companyβs offices. Heβs sure he wouldβve accidentally walked in on you and Lohen making out, anyway.
Varka shakes his head in horror. Yeah β heβd rather not imagine that.
-
Ugh.Β
The Grand Master groans, pinching the bridge of his nose as he walks into the mess hall. Itβs only dawn, yet Jean had sternly insisted that he begin todayβs work early. Varka supposes it was his own fault. After all, he clearly wasnβt disciplined enough to stop thinking about the past daysβ events, resulting in more than usual leftover work. Still, he thinks he deserves some leniency considering the things he has witnessed.
Varka reaches for the coffee pot, grumbling to himself about how unfair everything was. Heβs about to pour a cup for himself until suddenly, he hears familiar voices drifting from the kitchen.
He pauses. That was your voice. It was a tad sleepy and exasperated, yet no doubt belonged to his 4th company vice captain.
And right after that was definitely Lohenβs low rumble in response, though Varka couldnβt exactly make out the little rascalβs words.
Carefully, Varka sets down the coffee pot and begins creeping toward the kitchen doorway. He feels like a criminal about to commit atrocious sins β he really hopes there's no one else in the mess hall witnessing the embarrassment he's making of himself. Back pressed against cold marble, his head peeks out from behind the wall.Β
You were at the stove with a spatula in hand, hair still a little mussed from sleep. Lohen doesnβt seem to mind, though, as he leans against the counter beside you. Heβs slouched over, shoulder brushing against yours as he greedily takes up your personal space. You donβt seem to mind that, either.
βStop staring,β you huff, without sparing Lohen a glance. βGo make yourself useful and grab the plates.β
However, Lohen doesnβt move an inch. If anything, he seems to shuffle even closer to you, voice lazy and amused as he responds: βHey, donβt be so mean! I just like watching you.β
You fake gag at his response, but thereβs an evident smile tugging at the corner of your lips β Varka could see that much from the doorway. βYouβre insufferable.β
βYouβve mentioned.β
You shake your head and lift a spoon from whatever was sizzling in the pan, holding it out toward Lohen. The vice captain leans down, making a show of slowly taking the silverware into his mouth. You look at him weirdly, but he only flashes you a cheshire grin as he pulls back to lick his lips.
βVery good, as always! But more salt.β
You sigh, raising an eyebrow at him. βYou always say that. Do you just like the taste of overwhelming saltiness or something?β you deadpan. βActuallyβ¦donβt answer that, you freak.β
Lohen laughs. βYes. But I also say that because you always undersalt.β
βI do notββ
βYou do,β he replies smoothly. The ease and certainty with which Lohen insists on this makes Varka suspect that the two of you have had this argument more than just once or twice.
You turn to glare at him, raising your spatula like a weapon. Lohen looks obviously amused at your crazed appearance, not at all concerned about your supposed threat.
βYou bastard, Iβve never undersalted your foodββ
Lohen smirks, reaching up to wipe something from the corner of your lip. Varka canβt tell what it is exactly, but what he can tell is that you freeze mid-sentence, voice faltering to nothingness. Instead of dropping his hand back to his side, Lohen shifts it down, cupping your jaw gently. He tilts your chin up so youβre forced to meet his gaze, already looking way too happy with himself.
βWhat were ya saying, now?β
β...stop trying to distract me,β you mumble, but your voice had gone noticeably breathier, like the movement had completely stolen the air from your lungs.
βWell, is it working?β
You donβt reply, instead turning back to the stove, but thereβs an obvious flush creeping up your neck from where Varka stands. Lohenβs hand casually falls to your lower back as he leans around you to grab the salt shaker himself.Β
βNo worries, Iβll just do it myself,β he hums.
βWhatever,β you sigh. βYou always end up doing it yourself, anyway. Picky, arenβt you?β
Varka bites hard on his tongue, forcing himself not to make a noise somewhere between awe and frustration. Oh, you liars. He was so going to station you in Brightcrown Mountains, as far away as possible from Dornman Port.
V.
In the following week, Varka continued to witness a rinse and repeat of these much-too-friendly interactions. By this point, he was 99.99% sure that the two of you were together β how could you not be? Sure, the Grand Master had nothing concrete, but heβd collected all the circumstantial evidence possible throughout the past month.
It was rather irksome.
He has to remind himself that you two are fully competent adults by now. If you wanted to keep your lives private, it was absolutely your right. Still, having known you and Lohen for the years that he did, Varka couldnβt help but suspect that you two were doing this on purpose β mocking and taunting him with these displays of affection while offering nothing absolute. It was you and Lohen, for Barbatosβs sake. If the two of you werenβt intentionally irritating him, then pigs could fly.
The matter was so irritating that after a particularly long meeting with Jean at the headquarters, Varka decided to take a walk through the garden courtyard. It was the perfect chance to clear his head before bed after that dual headache, he tells himself. A beautiful view and no one to pester him about the never-ending paperwork and two lying vice captains.
Varka rounds the corner, sighing softly as his gaze catches the familiar sight. The small courtyard is bathed in silver moonlight, fountain murmuring quietly at the center. The low hedges cast soft shadows against the stone walls, providing a sort of comfort to the exhausted man.
A beautiful view and no one to pester him. At least, thatβs what the walk should have been β because he suddenly recognizes two very familiar people in the garden.
Youβre pressed against the base of the windmill just beside the fountain, Lohenβs body caging you in. Neither of you seem to notice the Grand Master β considering that Lohenβs faced the opposite way and completely obstructing your view of anything else but him β but the two of you probably wouldnβt have noticed him anyway. Not when the little rascal was kissing you like a man starved, your hands tangled in his hair and pulling his body flush against yours.
Varkaβs first instinct is to turn 180 degrees and run for his life, but his feet stay stubbornly rooted to the ground. His eyes take in details heβd rather not remember, like how Lohen has one hand braced against the wall beside your head, the other wrapped firmly around your waist. Heβs pulled you in so close that there's not a breath of space between you two β Varka doesnβt remember the last time heβs seen Lohen look so starved for anything that wasnβt battle or bloodshed.
Boldly, you pull at the roots of his hair. Varkaβs sure the little freak groaned at that, but even if he did, the Grand Master wouldnβt know. He wouldnβt know because it wouldβve been covered by the rather loud and startled noise that leaves his lips at the sight.
Lohen goes completely still against you. Varka has to swallow his pride as he awkwardly shuffles in place, grimacing when the vice captain turns to meet his gaze.
βIββ he starts, voice uncharacteristically meek. βThis isnβtβ I wasnβtββ
Lohenβs expression doesnβt change, remaining completely unreadable. Varka thinks his vice captain is probably about to chop him to bits with that dagger, until he hears another voice ring out.
βAh, Grand Master.β
It's your voice, light and amused and clearly not angry with him. You peek out from behind Lohenβs shoulder, shooting Varka a delighted grin.
βGrand Master," Lohen echoes, lips twitching into the barest hint of a smirk.
βDonβt βGrand Masterβ me like that,β Varka grunts, pointing a finger at his ranged company vice captain. βY-you knew I was here?β He doesnβt even wait for a response, gaze snapping to yours. βAnd you? You knew I was here too?"
You bite your lip, expression far from guilt or embarrassment. In fact, you were trying not to laugh, cheeks puffing out and stomach twitching in an attempt to hold back the high-pitched noises already seeping through your lips.
βWe heard you,β you admit, a giggle escaping despite your efforts. βYour footsteps are quite loud, Grand Master.β
βYouβre really not as sneaky as you think you are,β Lohen adds helpfully.
Varkaβs face goes redder than it does after drinking a tankard of beer. Heβs sputtering, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.
βUgh...donβt tell me the two of you knew I was going insane and were taunting me on purpose,β he groans. βThough I have a suspicion Iβm right about that, unfortunately..."
The two of you glance at each other, amusement written all over your faces. Lohenβs smirking ever so casually, scanning his surroundings as if this situation is of zero importance to him β itβs so infuriating that it makes Varka want to punch him and wipe that smirk off of his face.
βOops,β you reply, clearly not very sorry about the month of torture youβve given him.Β
βIt was just too good of an opportunity to pass up,β Lohen shrugs. βMight even be better than seeing you fall into the traps I dug, Grand Master.β
If Varka were a tea kettle, heβs sure he wouldβve had steam rising from his head by now. Heβs at an utter loss for words, mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out β Barbatos, what did he do to deserve such horrible vice captains? The Grand Master huffs in exasperation, turning on his heel and walking away as fast as he can.
βIβm stationing you two on opposite ends of Mondstadt,β he throws over his shoulder indignantly. βAnd donβt even think about going on an expedition together again. I know you rascals are sneaking into each othersβ tents at night!β
βWha- Grand Master!βΒ
Varka is an observant man, after all.
a/n: honestly not my best work but it's been in my drafts for way too long,,, also turned out super comedic & unserious LOL. comments & reblogs are appreciated!! <3
"Im going to take a break today and chill out!!!" She wholeheartedly believed. Little did she know, her feed would flood her with endless lohen content that would make her hard at 9am, spending company hours writing porn. Foolish, naive girl.
Hey hey i seen that you did my request and it was the air i needed today i love you so much it wasnβt even ass it was perfect thank you sm i know it was troubleπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή
I LOVE YOU MORE? HELLO? MARRY ME?
I WAS KINDA WORRIED BC I WASNT SUPER HAPPY WITH IT AND WANTED TO WRITE SMTH NICE FOR YOU BUT AAUAGAHHH IM HAPPY U LIKED IT! LETS MAKE OUT. DEADASS.
Hey hey i just was on your page and i really love like LOVEE the way you write.I was just wondering if you could do a little lohen and venti request for me please (separate bc i saw your into venti to).All i want it smut and the kinks they would have while doing it i want the full thing.PLEASE I BEG OF YOU PLEASEEEEEEEE.(love you and your hand writingπ₯Ήπ)
NSFW! MINORS DNI!
π A/n : Dude, im so sorry it took me forever to WRITE THIS. Its literally so ass forgive my cursed soul I wrote this while I was working out of spite for the system. Its shorter than I wanted it to be too sobs
π Warnings : NSFW; UNEDITED.
LOHEN
β Lohen is into wound fucking.
β It's not something the two of you engage in often, and more often than not, he's on the receiving end of you prying your fingers into whatever bloody wound he's gashed into his pale skin just for the occasion.
β Other times, your loving boyfriend will take his dagger and cut into your skin. He insists it's more intimate to make them himself rather than slicing open a healed scab.
When you see the healed cut on your inner thigh, you think of the time he had his fingers burrowed into it, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tint of red on his cheeks, absorbed by the sight.
You have to keep your legs open; it hurts too much to try and close them anyway. He swallows the pained noises you make with his lips, and every cruel twist of his fingers has your cunt clench around nothing.
Somehow, it's more satisfying than if he were inside of you. The feeling of his fingers invading your injury starts the placebo effect, imagining his probing fingers curling right in the spot you needed him...
When he finally does put his gloved fingers inside your pussy, you're incredibly wet, practically ready to take him.
Now the question is, which hole is he more tempted to sink into?
β Lohen loves when you hurt him, no surprise to fucking anyone.
β But when you really hurt him, and then for the first time, praise him? It changes everything for him.
You're splayed below him, your signature weapon piercing his flesh. His dick is still speared inside you, and for once, his near-endless stamina morphs into something feeble.
He really is so cute when he's suffering from blood lost. You should stab him more often.
You cup his cheek with your bloodied hand, forcing his hazy eyes to you. He's too winded to move, still bleeding out from the blade you stuck in him so you push yourself up to properly peck the side of his lips.
"You're so pretty, Lo." You press another kiss on his cheek, close to the mole. "I love it when you let me hurt you, when you let me make you bloody." Your lips land on the mole. "I love you, baby. Stay conscious, okay?"
It feels like such a juxtaposition between your doting words and his blood coating your fingers.
Lohen thrusts mindlessly with strength he knows he shouldn't have. You moan beneath him, pushing to meet his hips with yours. His body gives out violently, vision blurring for a painful while as his muscles give out on him.
He can feel conscious thought evade him as he runts against you. His mind refuses to return to him, even as he overstimulates himself. All he can comprehend is the weak cry of his name you sob out, and the need to make you cry out again.
Archons, he's never felt more euphoric.
β He isn't avidly into maintaining eye contact, there are other things he prefers to look atβ(the way your tits bounce right as he thrusts vigorously)βbut when you're averting eye contact? Playing coy? It sparks his competitive spirit.
β Lohen likes to force your attention back to him. He understands the power of intimate eye contact, especially when it has you gushing around him.
β He loves pulling at your hair when he's above you, nails digging at your thighs while he eats you out; he'll even pull out completely until you focus those wet eyes back on him.
β He has a thing for denial as well.
β Lohen is cruel enough to pull out of you right before you orgasm and then use your thighs as a fleshlight to get himself off before leaving you there, half hanging off whatever surface he had you splayed on, pantless.
β There's no point in trying to finish yourself offβit leaves you needy and wanting for more.
β He loves the almost animalistic way you paw at him every moment after, whether you're degrading him for what he's done to you or begging.
β "Just your mouth?" You'd beg. "Just your hand?" When he refuses to let you ride his thigh, all you have left is groveling on the ground, thighs clenched around his boot. It's demeaning, but as long as it's him.
β He's into it reversed as well. Tie him up like an animal and give him no relief. Theres a different kind of pain in seeing you get off, unable to touch you and being forced to grind into open air.
β He's mouthy too; he picks and chooses when to tangent.
β When you're annoyed or understimulated, begging to get off, he watches you finger yourself, seeing how your fingers curl or falter when he says something particularly demeaning.
β When you're mewling for him, clutching him down to your level with nothing in your mind but him, him, him, it's a bit harder to be mocking. All you receive are pathetic groans while you throb against his lengthβhis mind is somewhere far, hair falling over his eyes with the single-minded drive to spill his seed inside you.
β He loves playing with fresh wounds, inflicted by him or not.
β You have a throbbing wound from a ruin guard? When you're riding on top of him, he'll push the pad of his thumbs on it and listen to you cry out, groaning as you throb around him.
β It's well worth the knock on the head he'll receive from you later.
β Do not let this man procreate... but he has a breeding kink.
β Doesn't really want children, but the idea of filling you up and forcing your body to bear his offspring turns him on.
β On that note, Mommy kink!!
"Lo'..." hes somewhere far off now. His eyes are square and focused on your stomach, on your womb. You see him wince and feel him throb inside you by the gentle coaxing of his name.
β Seriously though, it takes a deeper level of vulnerability you won't receive for some time, but soft launching it with reassuring gestures and considerate actions eventually might open his mind to the idea... to an extent.
β its not something I see him explicitly calling you; that's a step too much for him. He's alreasy visibly wrecked at your sensitivity, and being doted on by you stirs emotions hes unwilling to look into. Treating him with compassion and expecting nothing in return forces a deeper yearning for you to the surface.
"Loβahβmmh..! Lo, Baby...hold me." You bring him closer into you, running your hands into his hair in soothing motions. You feel his body wrack, trembling violently over you as his head presses into the soft skin of your breast.
You feel him inhale, head turned and nose propping into the skin of your nipple. You swear you feel him swell inside you before he's cumming inside. "Fffuck, o-ohβoohfffuuck," he sounds ruined, hips jerking once, twice, in desperate motions.
Your whole body buckles with him, breasts covered in his drool before he sloppily sticks his tongue out against the sensitive tissue of your nipple. His teeth graze the bud before he sucks almost painfully, lulling your body to give him something you don't have. He's lurching into you, too overstimulated to thrust. He might be sobbing, driving himself into overstimulation in his desperation for more of you.
He never knows when enough is enough, after all.
β If you're able to lactate, he'll run his tongue and squeeze the meat of your breast until you're dry.
β Good boy but reversed. When he's being too focused on his own wants, treat him like the dog he is. Slap him across the face, look at him with that cute beseeching expression of yours, and reprimand him.
β "Bad boy!" His cheek aches, head turned to the side with the brunt of you hitting it. He'll look at you from the corner of his eyes, and not before long he'll be fondling his clothed erection over your body, seeing how much you'll let him get away with while being 'bad.'
β Lohen can get off pretty much looking at you while you're trying to be seriously focused on something. It's insignificant, but seeing you focused on something other than him, to the point where you were neglecting him (you'd roll your eyes and call him dramatic for thinking that), gets him increasingly hard.
β He likes to grab your hand, kissing fervently on your skin while you keep him at arm's length. Only when his teeth gnaw on the base of your hand do you look at him like he's the biggest pest in Tevyat. He likes that look in your eyes.
β He's not too romantically experienced. Before you, he might have had a few flirtationships, but no one could match his freak hard enough.
β You astound him with the things you allow him to do to youβand the things you do back to him.
β You take a lot of his firsts.
β He's actually quite unsure during your first rendezvous together. Even more so in bed with you. You aren't his first, but it's hard to hold back his more violent tendencies when he's been picturing you in this position for so long.
β Bloodlust and carnal lust are enmeshed for him. He doesn't know how to untangle the urge to make it hurt when he has you, and it could cause problems in his relationship.
β He isn't incredibly jealous, actually. He doesn't get any sort of pleasure from seeing people flirt with you, but it's more something he'll tease you about while you're on top of him or sucking him off.
β What does get to him is when you approach him while the person tries their wooing on you. His gaze follows you as you glide to his side, holding on to his arm and claiming yourself as his.
β Because that's just what you are, isn't it? He'll remind you of your words fondly, fingers gagging your complaints as he coos how adorable you were, claiming you as his.
β He loves it when you're vulgar; tell him what you want, how you want it, how you want him, and he'll give it to you. Something about your unabashed desire turns him on.
β Though you can't best him in vulgarity. Even in the midst of mutual debauchery, he still has you flushing with the filth he spews.
"Ah, you like when I talk to you like that? I felt you tighten with that one." He has your arms in a strained hold, forcing you back in a painful arch as he forces you back into him. "Dirty fucking slut," he coos, taking in the sight of your bare form. He slips out to see himself coated in your arousal. All you can do is whimper in agreement.
β Gun play, duh.
β People could get wilder with it; shove that thang in there, nozzle and all.
β He likes the way your chest perks up when he drags the cold material down your ribs
β He has an itchy trigger finger when he's excited. The gone HAS gone off by accident a couple times, and you have kicked his ass accordingly.
β He is a tit guy. He loves playing with them and like how you squirm when he pinches them.
β His eyes often drift to them privately or in public.
A curious recruit follows his eyes across the training ground to you.
You're in the middle of intermediate stretches after a duel, lackeys copying your example as you point out the best stretches for the entire body. By the time the curious knight finds you, you're bending down, touching your toes, and then stretching back up in repeated motions, chest jostling at the motion.
The curious knights' cheeks burn, and they snap their gaze back to Lohen, whom they see already staring back at them. His eyes are disturbingly empty enough to stir a deep feeling of unease in the knight.
Lohen breaks into a playful smile and presses his index fingers to his lips.
β He gets excited from a good battle; the adrenaline and the near instances of death have him shake violently, but he's never smiled more wildly.
β Of course he needs an outlet for all the reckless energy he has left over. What's better than you?
β He's particularly rough with you when he's jittery with adrenaline and even more so mouthy.
β You'll have bruises for weeks, some on your upper arm, others on your torso. Your body is a canvas into his psyche, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
β He loves defiling places with you, fingers spreading your pussy lips and watching his seed drip out of you; the mixture of the two of you falling out and onto the ground.
β Much to your dismay, you've done in the church, Diluc's bar, and Varka's desk and, on a much more adventurous night, pressed into the hands of the Barbatos statue.
β When the two of you so much as walk past one of the few defiled areas, he gives you a knowing smirk, in turn leaving you hitting his sides while he laughs knowingly.
β He runs colder, so the feeling of your warm, pliable body under his hands gets him going. More often than not he'll put your hand to his cheek and sit with it there, enjoying the heat.
β And if he's feeling particularly colder than usual? Well, you'll help him out with it, won't you?
VENTI
π - Venti is for sure an eater.
α°.α - At first, you were too scared to fully sit down on him. You didn't want to hurt him, so you nervously would grab onto the headboard of your bed and hover.
π - And that was fine. It was within your freedom to hover, but Venti took it as a personal challenge.
α°.α - He knew you saw him as a helpless bard, its how he often potrayed himself to the people of Mondstadt after all.
π - He doesn't eat you like a man starved; he likes to observe and see what you respond to. With a flick of his tongue on the bottom of your clit, sucking on the sensitive nub and leaving your legs shaking as you fight against closing your legs around his head.
α°.α - His fingers are nimble with years spent honing the lyre. They skim the sensitive insides of your thighs, watching you flinch just from the feeling of them against your skin. He knows by now you're sensitive there.
π - His favorite past time is probably getting you off with his fingers. Having you hunched under the night sky and coating his fingers with your arousal.
α°.α - You have a plethora of marks from his mouth on your thighs.
π - He's surprisingly more forward than most people give him credit for.
α°.α - Your first date, your first kiss, and your first time were all initiated by him.
π - Speaking of kisses, his kisses are pretty intense. The type that had you clutching the bar counter behind you while he toys with your hair between his fingers and watches you struggle to keep up.
α°.α - Whenever you part from his kisses, you're always gasping for air, teary-eyed, and still wanting. More often than not, you're following his lips while he laughs and refuses to oblige you.
π - "You know that lightheaded feeling you're having? It's a sign we should take a break, my windflower."
α°.α - The two of you are insanely clingy, though he's more on the receiving end of your bouts of clinging.
π - "Traveler!" He'll greet the Honorary Knight when he sees them, with you scowling at them, arms wrapped around him.
α°.α - Some part of you is always touching, whether it be your head on his chest as he strums a melody that puts you to sleep or hands connected as you sit at the offside of the bridge, talking of everything and nothing.
π - It translates into your sex life, soft whimpers as you urge him to hold your hand. Intimate eye contact, foreheads pressed together before you sheepishly have to close your eyes and turn away from the pure intensity of his full focus on you.
α°.α - You can actually be quite demanding with him, and he's willing to gratify you in most situations.
πβWhatever you desire, however you desire him, if it's in his power to give it to you, why shouldn't he? He cherishes you beyond belief, and it shows in the little things he does.
α°.αβHolding open doors for you, pulling out chairs for you, and brushing crumbs off your cheeks; all of his actions are coated in his adoration for you. Even as he's being a jerk, teasing you on the brink of the same orgasm he's been refusing you for the last half an hour, seeing you devolve into a drooling, crying mess, trying to rut into his pelvis, he can't help but find you unabashedly adorable.
π - Some say you've become spoiled by his affection; he's quick to laugh off your more unfavorable traits only developed by his relaxed natureβbut what they don't see is how he keeps you in check.
He has you bite down on the flimsy fabric of your own underwear with promises to stop if you spit it out. His hands that play beautiful music for the townfolk defile you, pruned from how long he's been fingering you.
"Huh? Are you crying?" His voice lilts with amusement at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks.
He's been toying with you for so long, humming over your cries and moans while curling his fingers away from the spot you needed him most. You feel like a shitty instrument he's tuning back into shape. Your underwear is soaked in your mouth, and you try not to cringe when drool spills from the corners. "Hnnf!"
"I wonder what it is you're trying to say." His voice drops from curious to conspiratorial. "You know, I could give you what you wantβwhat your body is begging me for."
One hand comes to your chest, the thumb grazing the underside of your breast. You daily wonder if he can feel the heavy beating of your heart.
"If! You promise to be good for me. Can you do that, lovely? Become my good girl once again?"
α°.α - He knows you're particularly weak to his cute face, so after hours of predatory staring, he'll duck his face in front of whatever it is in front of you and look at you through his lashes, lips pressed downwards until you're forced to give back your attention.
π - loves the way you jolt when he presses his callused hands on you.
α°.α - Likes banging you while under the influence. It's something the two of you often talk about, but due to his high tolerance, you're always more drunk than him.
π - You're like putty in his hands, no matter the type of drunk you are.
α°.α - Sobbing over a duck the two of you passed earlier because it 'looked lonely' while he was tonguing your sensitive clit? He loves it.
π - Unable to stop airily giggling as he teases his tip against your folds? He's enamored.
α°.α - Feeling particularly confessional? Can't stop telling him how much you love him, how you need him, how pretty he is, or hell, what you want for dinner tomorrow? He melts, head slumping into your own, hands skimming your sides, and he chuckles over how silly you are.
π - Talks you through it.
α°.α - You're called every sweet name in the book; even when he's feeling cross with you, he'll still help you through your countless orgasms. Even when you cry out that you've had your fill, he'll fondle your ass, kissing the sides of your face.
"You're tired, I know. You've taken this much; I know you can take some more. You're so headstrong, you can do anything." You whine against lips peppering you in feverish kisses, your hand going over his lips to nudge him away. You feel his lips quirk, his eyes narrowed with mirth. "You certainly act like you can get away with everything. Just two more and I might stop, okay, pretty?
α°.α - He doesn't place marks on your body, but the spots he chooses are a bit weird.
π - You'll have a hickey on your wrist or light bite marks on the back of your calf. He's bitten the skin of where your womb is, feeling you jolt from the motion and lazily laying his cheek there with an annoyingly charmed smile.
α°.α - When you ask about it, he curiously smiles at you and acts like he doesnt understand your confusion.
π - While quickies arent off the table, he likes to be as deep in you as possible. He presses his hands down on your womb to see if he can feel his heavy thrusts.
α°.α - Its easy to tell when hes in the mood, hes more pliable and you receive endless compliments, each more thought out than the last. His hands go to your thighs, sky-colored eyes shiny with affection he plans on expressing to you.
Im writing up this request for venti and im like? Turning into a soppy fuckjng loser? Everything i write for venti is just like "he holds yiu gently and with kindnes... cherisohes u..mm.... LOVEZS YIUπππ₯Ί" what the fuck is going on here why am I whipped
