face down, ass up, varka plunging his cock deep inside your pussy.
the pillow muffles your whimpers, but he wants to hear you, so he pulls your hair towards himself, turning your face in his direction. he chuckles dryly at the fucked out expression youâre wearing.
âcâmon baby, tell me how good it feels,â but you lost your ability to form coherent thoughts, much less any sentences after your third orgasm.
warbled cries leave your lips, trying to tell him that he is making you feel good, but your mouth seems to have given up the moment you opened itâthat wonât do.
in a quick sucession, he pulls you up by your hair flush against his chest, just to wrap his arm around your neck and push you down against the bed once again. the headlock heâs gotten you in, the impossible closeness of your bodies, the sounds of his rough grunts right against your ear, it amplifies all sensations beyond words.
youâre weakly hitting his bicep to signal your approaching orgasm but he doesnât care, too focused on hitting your sweet spots inside. âyâwanna come again? yeah?â you nod as much as you could, with his arm restricting most of your head movement. he laughs, slowing his thrusts, feeling his cock reaching shallower and shallower spots.
sniffling, you whine, âwh-whyâŚ?â your hips begin to grind against his, attempting to stimulate your clit, until he pins your body down, fully immobilized.
âyou ignored me. now youâre reaping the consequences of your actions. yâgotta hold it, until i tell you to cum, and i better hear a âyes sir.ââ
Grandmaster Varka, who has never lost a battle he start
...so he proclaimed
what he would NEVER admit defeat to though, was to his sweetheart's soul sucking cunt
*NSFW CONTENT*
"w-uh! Woah there *huff* i think-haaah, i think that's enough, yeah?" Varka on the brink of passing out, doing his best to blur out a few words, at least somewhat coherent enough for you to halt your movement on his cock
He lightly taps your hip with one hand, the other gripping on your ass cheek to try and stop you from moving again, failing miserably, while his body can't stop shaking
"But babyyyyy~ you've been gone for sooooo long" You pout at him, hands resting on his firm chest, you yourself can't handle the overstimulation but archons is his dick one hell of a ride
Varka's heart soften, he too craved your touch so much. His whole soul and being aches when you're apart, his expeditions kept getting longer and longer, you two barely even see each other anymore. The past 6 months away from you was equally hellish for him
"...i know, but, pup, c'mon it's already past midnight and we're already on our 7th roun- ACKK! Stopstop-"
Just as he lets his guard down, you grinded your hips down against him, feeling him deep within your womb
Clenching tight around him, Varka can't help but jerk his body upward into your warm, leaking wet cunt, which is also where he wants to get away from most right now
The stimulation, the pain, the pleasure, clashing altogether as his brain turns into mush, how can his pretty wife be this good at milking him dry.
You bat your lashes at him, begging "just one more? Please, Varka?"
Oh how sweet his name roll off your tongue, guess he'll just have to grit his teeth and let you have your fun
With hearts in your eyes, you start to move up and down, up and down, gaining speed on his girthy dick.
The way his body shudder, glistening in droplets of sweat, stray strands of hair sticking to his forehead, deep grunts and groans like dopamine to your mind, the way his mouth turns into a cute pout, pupils blown, eyes stuck at where you two are connected, his death grip on your lower half.
Pussy overloaded with his hot cum from previous rounds keep dripping out with every thrust, some of the remnants clings to his inner thighs and seeped into the mattress,
"haahh, you must be so pent up honey~ mmmngh, let me take care of that for you, okay?"
Can't even form words anymore, Varka nods his head, small hiccups irrupts from him, his moans getting louder by the second as his eyes roll back in ecstacy
His cute wife's pussy is going to be the death of him for sure
But don't feel bad though, he's right where he wants to be đ.
Golden retriever Varka with black cat physician or hexrei witch reader who he begs to have as a dedicated healer.
Im talking he will walk all the way to your home, bleeding, panting and loosing breath just for you to scowl and scold him. Already complaining about the blood getting on your rugs and wood floors.
But do you heal him? Yes, otherwise his knights will be praying to the anemo archon for their lovesick Grandmaster who will put himself further in harms way just to see his favorite doc/witch. This sweet fool will just smile dreamily(the blood lost and lack of iron does the trick) as you scold him for his lack of awareness, and how this is "another scar" he's going to develope.
Oh and do not even get him started on any sicknesses. Everyone will be at your door on his behalf. "Please take him in! He's dying!" (He isn't, Varka just messing around to miss paperwork and to see you. So his acting skills will shoot through the roof)
And if it's even slightly raining after you treat him? Oh! That's a storm (it's not) ,I guess you have to let him stay(he can walk, and brave the rainfall), perhaps dinner? Some wine(where did he the bottle pull that from?)? He has time, I mean he can cook it too, you did care for him despite how much you complain....
âWrapped with love and a little bit of magic.â ᨳŕŹ
⌠synopsis: knowing your obsession with trinkets, toys, plushies etc. what would your lover get you as a gift?
⌠a/n: includes Durin, Lohen, Varka, Dottore (maybe a little cringe, but to be cringe is to be free)
đŁ˛Durin
⢠Actually he as well is enthusiastic about collecting stuff like that. At the beginning he didnât really understand the obsession, but it caught up to him too!
⢠As a gift Durin would get you a lego set so you can built it together. The fun part in building is that youâd watch him struggle to break apart two small lego pieces that were never meant to be attached.
⢠After so much effort, its done â you guys place it on the shelf where there are many other finished pieces all of them holding different memories.
⢠Its like a memento that he too who was branded as a monster only capable of destruction, is deserving of love and attention.
đŁ˛Lohen
⢠By very untraditional means Lohen somehow got you a rare set of calico critters as a gift. When youâre about to ask him how pretty boy here distracts you with cheek kisses.
⢠Its extra cute because the little figures are wearing wedding clothing. With some work heâd make them into matching keychains!
⢠He attached the little groom calico to his leg thigh strap and bring it anywhere. Lohen would be careful so it doesnât get damaged risky but on long missions it gives him more motivation
⢠Heâd also give atrocious side eyes to anyone who dares too look at it for far too long with malicious eyes
đŁ˛Varka
⢠Behold before you stands a bear plushie with abs! Varka says he wanted to get you something to remind you of him.
⢠You named in Varka jr because of the clear resemblance.
⢠It all giggles till you started cuddling with the plushie instead of him (âNo more mr nice guyâ drunk Varka to the plushie probably..)
⢠Grown ASS man, he would genuinely sulk if you actually do continue to cuddle with it despite his best attempts at wooing you into his strong arms.
đŁ˛Il Dottore
⢠Heâd find your obsession for cute things intriguing, he doesnât get it, like at all. Nevertheless, youâre his love so he finds excuses to all your silliness.
⢠Dottore doesnât buy you a gift, he builds it himself instead. A coquette looking automaton with lace ribbons.
⢠The automaton itself looks like jewelry box but it has other purposes too apart from storing stuff. It is also a two-way communication device.
⢠This was one of his easier innovations, Dottore says atleast, now come sit on his lap while he invents new ways to terrorise Teyvat.
The lack of Varka content is killing me TT . . . so I decided to take things in my own hands. ⥠written before Nod-Krai release . MDNI ! NSFW
thinking about Varka! coming back to Mondstadt after so long. Heâs spent his months on Nod-Krai, and you were beginning to feel lonely. Sure, you exchanged letters, he sent you gifts, souvenirs of stuff heâs picked up along the way, but that just wasnât enough.
So when he finally came back home to you? Heâs not gonna have it easy with his girl begging him for his sweet cock. âĄ
Heâs definitely not gonna have it easy when youâre bouncing on his cock like some bitch in heat! But can he really blame you? You missed him so much â everything about him. His smell, his voice, his touch, and most especially, his huge dick filling you up.
âMissed you â hahh..!â You moaned, head pressing down to his neck as you shut your eyes tight, continuing to bounce on his cock. âFuuuuck â yeah? Missed me, baby? shit, sâfuckinâ tight.â he groaned in your ear, his hand wrapping around your waist as the other trailed on your back.
âBeen gone sâlong, varka â mgnh!â You sobbed, tears falling down your face as you grinded against him. The burning sensation caught up to your thighs, and he noticed. He quickly shifted your position â placing you underneath him, legs spread as your gaze met his.
âSorry for making you wait so â hah â long.â he said mid-thrust, sloppily fucking himself in and out of your throbbing cunt. âIâll make up to you, baby, ngh â to her as well,â he leaned in close to your face, your eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. âi gotta make it up to the both of you,â he grinned, that damn smirk that made you want to cum on the spot. He was teasing you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit while lazily thrusting in and out of you, as if he wanted to savor every moment of it.
âmmmmngh, varka, faster! please,â you cried, begging for him to fuck you stupid already. âimpatient, arenât we?â he chuckled, and you knew it all too well how evil this man could be. âneed it sâbad, canât anymore.â you choked out, sobbing as all the dignity left your body. You needed this man to ruin you already.
âAlright, since youâre asking so nicely,â he kissed your cheek, and gave you a sheepish smile. âIâll give it to you, angel.â
And just like that, the next thing you know is your legs are on his shoulders as heâs thrusting into you non-stop! The rhythm is messy â itâs dirty. Heâs making love with you as if itâs his last, and youâre a moaning mess under him, seeing stars as his tip kissed the right spots in your gummy walls.
âoh fuck â can you feel that, baby?â he grunted, his hand trailing down to your abdomen, seeing his cock imprinting. âfeel how good youâre taking me? shiit â canât believe iâve been gone for so, hngh! so long without this,â he breathed, thrusting harshly inside you, and you were too far gone to even respond. All you could do was nod your head and whimper beneath him.
âIâll fill you up real good, reaaaal good, you want that?â he asked, and you swear you could see him smirk â but you canât even think clearly anymore! Your walls were tightening around his cock, his balls slapping against your pussy and all you could do was moan yes yes yes over and over. You wanted him so bad, and he himself felt the same. He needed you, too.
âfuuuuck â take it, take it baby,â he moaned as you came earlier than he did, legs shaking and he held them up so they wouldnât fall. He soon followed â sticky white liquid filling your sweet cunt.
he continued to do a few more lazy thrusts, before pulling out. He watched in awe as your pussy dripped with his cum, his finger shoving it all back in. âDonât waste it, sweetheart.â
After the two of you were done â heâs back to being the sweetest man alive. Kissing every part of you and cleaning you up. âYou did so well. Missed you so much, darling. Iâll tell you all âbout what happened when I was away,â he smiled, pulling you close to him in the bed as you rested next to him, his hands on your waist. âmm.. tell me next time. For now, I think I want to sleep next to you.â
Š dmslette 2025 . do not copy/steal, translate, modify my work.
A letter is delivered to you by a knight. Your address on the front, no name or sender, upon opening it⌠yep not for you. It was meant to go to a nearby ship transport service. No big deal, itâs not far youâll bring it there when you go out for a few errands. Perhaps you should write back? Correct the address and inform of the mistake. A small âsorry, wrong place but donât worry I delivered it to the correct place!â That would be polite and would keep it from happening again.
So you do so. You write a short and polite letter, inform them of the proper address, realizing you need to know who to send it to you take a peak at the senderâs signature⌠GRANDMASTER VARKA?! No wonder it was all about wine, the knights and other business. Itâs good youâre handling it, someone else mightâve not done all this.
The first letter is brought to the proper place, a hard clap on the back from a ship worker and a few words of âthe trouble not getting this wouldâve causedâ as thanks they offer to deliver your letter to the grandmaster or one of his knights that canât then deliver it to him.
Varka is surprised when he gets a letter from someone he doesnât recognize. Then a bit embarrassed, heavily embarrassed, but thankful. Him and his men still got their wine because of you! He should write a thank you. Maybe a few small words that inform you of how grateful him and his team are. A perfect thing to do since heâll he sitting this banquet out, someone has to keep watch and itâs his turn.
It arrives, much to your surprise, you werenât expecting a response. Reading over it thereâs enough given it would feel rude not to reply. You send a response, then another comes, another sent, another reply. Over time they go from a back and forth of âit was no big deal,â and ânonsense! I have to thank you for that it wasnât your duty to deal with it!â To more personal things. You tell him if civilian life by the mondstat ports, mundane grounding things. He tells you of nod krai, stories of himself and team, of the culture and people. Being pen-pals with the grandmaster is incredibly nice. Fulfilling in a way.
Whoâd known it wouldâve ended up with the man at your doorstep a few days after his return with a grin and goodies you somehow werenât expecting.
varka brainrot omfg. fine shyt. also written before nod krai release
what the fuck is a kilometre
The gates of Mondstadt were buzzing. Whispers swirled like autumn leaves.
âThe Grandmaster has returned.â
âVarkaâs finally back from the expedition.â
You shoved through the crowd, heart thundering against your ribs like a war drum. You knew it was him the second the familiar, booming laugh echoed down the stone streets. You could spot that towering frame anywhereâeven if it was covered in dust, armor scraped, some stubble on his chin, and hair slightly messier than when you last saw him.
He was smiling.
You were not.
The moment you reached him, you punched his chest hard.
âOWâ!?â
Varka stumbled back a step, his grin faltering as his massive hand flew to where your fist had landed. âHey, now, loveââ
âDonât you hey, love me, Varka.â Your voice cracked. âYou didnât write for three whole months. I thought-! Barbatos, I thought you were dead! Or captured, orââ You choked on your own breath.
His eyes softened immediately; the smile had vanished like wind through dandelions. âI know. I-I shouldâve found a way to send word. We were deeper into uncharted territory than we planned. The situation got⌠messy.â
Your hands were shaking. âYou promised. Even if it was just a damn line. You promised youâd write.â
âI know. I know, Iââ Varka looked completely stricken. This was the man known as The Lone Wolf of the Knights. The Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius. Hero of countless battles. And right now?
Right now, he looked like a kicked puppy.
He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes wide and helpless. âYou can hit me again. If it helps. Or yell. Or-I can sleep outside with the wine barrels, if that makes it better.â
Diluc quickly shakes his head as if saying, "hell no,"
Your lip trembled. âYou idiot.â
âI missed you too,â he said, and tried to smile again, but it was so tentative, so guilty, it only made your heart twist harder.
He suddenly bent down and then wrapped his massive arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground like you weighed nothing, burying his face in your shoulder.
âMissed you every damn day,â he mumbled, voice muffled. âI counted stars some nights and thought, âSheâd laugh at me for this.â I talked to myself so much, the knights thought I was going mad. Couldnât stop hearing your voice.â
You sniffed and tried to stop your tears. âThen why didnât you write dumbass?â
âBecause I was a dumbass,â he agreed instantly.
You let out a noise halfway between a sob and a laugh and smacked his shoulder. âYou better make it up to me.â
âOh, I will. Iâll cook, Iâll clean, Iâll rub your feet, and i swear on Barbatos, Iâll build you a new house if thatâs what it takes. Just donât stay mad too long. I might cry.â
You swore you felt the wind become stronger after your husband said those words
You blinked. âYou did cry when I left for Liyue that one time.â
âIt was raining,â Varka said defensively within a flash.
You finally let yourself relax in his arms. The big oaf (he is one of the most competent and intelligent men in teyvat, but who cares) was warm, and he smelled an awful lot like daisies and pinecones.
The crowd was still murmuring. People wanted to greet him, welcome him home, ask him a thousand things about the expedition. Kaeya was already approaching with that charming, mildly judging smirk, but anyone could see that Kaeya only wanted to ask where the damn horses were, and even Jean had begun moving toward the square.
But Varka didnât give a single care, he only wanted his soft pretty wife with him after archons know how long <3
âAlright. Thatâs enough diplomacy for the day,â he grunted.
With one firm he turned his heel, showing his back to the people and started walking towards his home, ignoring the scandalized gasps, the laughter, and the snort that definitely came from Amber.
âVarka, you canât justâ!â
âWatch me,â he said over his shoulder, grinning as he walked like a man on a mission. âIâve fought Abyss mages in mud pits, survived a drinking contest with the pyro archon herself, and survived Alice's bomb testing. You think Iâm gonna be stopped by bureaucracy now?â
You smacked his chest, mortified. âPut me down!â
âNot a chance, love. My arms forgot how to hold you. Iâm retraining the muscle memory :Dâ
You buried your burning face into his armored chest. âYouâre such an idiot.â
He hummed and pecks your cheek with a lazy smirk on his face.
"All yours <3"
ill write smut of him but then tell me whether yall want it or not
