#gi varka

[yumenosakiacademy]

"I heard someone say no matter what the mission is, he always charges headlong into the fray... He's never scared of getting hurt... Maybe he even enjoys it!"

[miyaz6ki]

varka getting a message via dodocommunication device but he’s kind of… busy.

you hadn’t missed your husband more than you did since a few months ago, up until today. his nod-krai visit had been longer than intended.

but you were relieved nonetheless.

so of course, there was the romantic dinner he planned a day before his trip back, the gifts that reminded him of you whilst in nod-krai—but there’s always that one, very specific factor he’d never forget.

hours later, it was late into the night, it had been a long day, especially with how varka still wanted to make time for ‘making it up to you’, now you two were resting from the hours that you both spent irresponsibly…

the scent of moist sweat and musky air was less than when you two had started to get into the mood. you were up against him as his arms were holding you tight when-

dodo!

dodo!

dodoco!

“varka? are you there? your archon is in need of assistance, my friend!” the cheerful bard basically waved through sound, anyone could hear his enthusiasm miles away. “oh, barbatos, what can i do for you?”

“do you mind coming over? it’s the business we discussed… you know, the upcoming festival?” — “oh! rightrightrightright—i’ll be on my way.”

venti sighs into the microphone of the poor speaker, “whenever you say on your way, how much do you mean that…”

…

“maybe five minutes.”

…

“how sure are you that won’t turn to an hour?”

…

“…not very sure, anyways goodbye, see you soon!”

ending the call abruptly before tossing the ball away onto a desk nearby, holding your body closer to his. your back was easily supported by his arm, letting your head lay on his scar-adorned chest.

he had just gotten home from nod-krai, fingers massaging your scalp as he placed a kiss on your forehead as he was about to set off again—

“don’t go, please…”

well, sorry venti, love can’t wait but that festival can.

[mysticmiav]

Varka but make him a tad bit older✍️

[r4meatt]

Varka x reader! Hc

Imagine being in a relationship with Varka, and he just... manhandles you 50% of the time. The funny part, is that he doesn't seem to notice.

You were nicely settled at a chair. A cup of warm tea on your hand; a blanket placed over your lap, when this hunk of a man (your husband) appeared throught the door.

"Sugar, have you seen my pen?"

"Your pen..? No, i haven't."

"Are you sure? It's blue and green, it has a–a lil' wolf at the tip– are you sure, sweetie?"

"I.. yes, i am pretty sure i haven't."

"Well, if you say so– oh."

His gaze drifted to your feet, where the so talked pen was conveniently placed.

He smiled, walked up to you.

Then, unexpectedly, lifted you up in the air; chair and all. You didn't even have time to drop your tea.

"Ah, here it is! C'mere with papa!"

He left the chair back on the floor. With his cheek proudly puffed up, and cheeks lightly warm.

"Thanks honey!"

And you were left, shaking in the chair.

It just seems like his polite way of shoving you out of the way.... but it's too sweet! You just can't seem to stop it.

Another time, where walking back from the tabern. You were whining and bitching about how much your feet hurt. You had been sitting at the tabern for hours, and have been mandhandled around his lap as people sat beside your husband, and then left. It was much more comfortable for the grandmaster to just place you on his lap.

Your shoes were dashingly pretty tonight, but they were very uncomfortable. He tilted his head.

"Do your feet hurt that much?"

"Yes!" You exclaimed, a bit frustrated.

"Oh... okay." You almost wanted to yell at him for his dismissive reaction at your very much painful situation. That was, until, you felt a warm, large hand around your waist.

"Let me help you, pumpkin."

And the next second you were in his arms. Your head pressed comfortably against his bicep, and your feet dangled as his hand rested underneath your thigh.

"Comfortable now, sugar?"

It was safe to say that you were going to use the shoes more often around Varka.

[terriyeah]

Varka x GN!Reader ⭑.ᐟ (NSFW)

The way you're shivering under him, your body scalding hot against his chest as his hips are driving his cock in and out of you in the brutal pace you begged for, is Varka's favorite sight to behold.

"Varka—ah! Fuck, ple...please!", you babbled, feeling his chuckle deep from his chest, pressed against your back.

His fingers traced up to your nape from the curve of your ass, his hands calloused, rough against your soft skin as one of them captures your nape in a tight grip, at the same time, he makes sure to thrust his dick as deep as he can into you,

"Please what, gorgeous?", he teased, his hold on your nape tightened when a wanton moan of his name escaped from your lips, you felt the sensation of his tongue fluttering against your ear, whining in pain when he bit down. His lips so close to your ear, every breath, every huff sending goosebumps all over your body,

"Use your words,"

His voice low and strained, he thrusts in for emphasis, your head is pushed even further into the mattress by the hold on your nape, his other hand giving your ass a smack that stings, leaving the soft flesh of your ass sensitive and throbbing, making you groan in pain when his hips snap against your ass as he pounds his cock into you once again.

He's fucking you good but what you need is that spot, the one that makes you moan like a needy whore, makes you arch your back and curl your toes, you need—

"That spot... please- please, Varka, please...", you sobbed, his cock stretching you open with every thrust you just need-

You hear him groan above you, the hand on your nape gone, both of his hands now encased your waist, he pulled out his dick until only his tip was inside you,

"Just 'cause you begged so cutely, next time,"

He angled his hips properly, his nails digging into your hot skin, making you arch your back in pain and pleasure,

"I won't be so nice,"

He finally thrust in, hitting your spot so perfectly, had you crying out his name so loud your throat felt sore, your toes curling and your fingers gripping the sheets, mouth open in a silent scream as he kept going, his tip brushing against the spot over and over again as your lewd moans of his name got his dick quivering inside you, leaking pre-cum before he even filled you up properly.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me."

[maidflowery]

POV: Sleeping Next to Varka

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[kreissrrw]

DRABBLE: thinking about varka... (gender neutral reader)

> WARNING ! nsfw content: dick riding、 he's a little ooc maybe (sorry..)、yea, you're in his office, yeah, you're riding him there、unestablished relationship (essentially, you choose what you two are)

>> WORD COUNT !! 253 words (not proofread)

>>> AUTHORS NOTE !! first time writing in a year｡｡。 i don't plan to be consistent and i'm usually in and out of genshin。 sorry again if he's ooc, i just needed to get it out of my head and was heavily based on this specific screenshot i got of him (i just edited it into b&w)。。。open-ended, kinda flop writing, like i said, i just wanted it out of my head (also my first time writing smut and not reading it, i think this is more tame than anything)。。。

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you're seated on his lap, cock nestled deep inside as he stares at you from below. his head tilts back with a groan and mumbling on about how good you feel. you're staring down at him, whining because he's stuffed you full of his beefy dick and because you're riding the grandmaster's cock in his office. where anyone can walk in.

varka hisses through his teeth, hands holding your hips as his thumbs rub gentle circles on your pelvic bone. his blue eyes stare into your before he smirks, cocky and all stupid. "feel good?" he asks, you can only nod. he hums as his thumbs stop circling your bone before crossing his arms in front of his chest. you swallow, averting your gaze.

"you gonna ride me?" he asks, low and steady, like he can play this game forever.

"yeah," you breathe out. he's watching as your hips work, your body bouncing up and down as you moan as quiet as you can. varka curses, tounge clicking as his eyes fall shut only to snap back open.

"mhm, yeah. look at you, taking it so well, huh?" varka asks. you're still trying to keep yourself together, but he knows you're failing. "that's it baby, ride your grandmaster's cock," he commands with a growl, even as you struggle through it. he's watching you, memorizing each moan, every breath you take. and as you stare bck down at him, he uncrosses his arms and helps guide your hips down into his with rough precision. you know you're doomed.