need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby. varka x reader
⟡ — blurb : headcanons for what varka would be like as your boyfriend!!
notes ⟡ : gender neutral, vision barer reader, no use of y/n & no capital letters as a stylistic choice lmao sorry, sfw fluff, established relationship, may be ooc, my first language isn’t english so if I make grammatical or spelling errors I apologise.
notes II ⟡ : husband is here!! the lohen post was fun to write so I decided to make one for this 8ft hunk of meat (🤤)
notes III ⟡ : i was listening to the lorax soundtrack while writing this. not important at all just wanted to share lmao.
⟡ varka is really affectionate, to no one’s surprise. your name somehow makes its way into every conversation he has, even if you’re not there. if you are, he’s always steering the topic back to you, or asking for your input with a warm smile.
⟡ he’s the kind of guy to have no shame when it comes to you. he’ll pick you up and twirl you around in the town centre in front of everyone, even if its only been a day since you’ve seen him.
⟡ he’s your personal cheerleader. he’s nothing if not proud of you and he makes sure to tell you all the time.
⟡ he calls you his spouse way before you guys get married. you two are as good as married to him anyway.
⟡ varka’s ideal date is something fancy where he can show you off, but if you aren’t up for that then he loves to stargaze with you. just the two of you, two glasses of wine and the stars above.
⟡ his favourite place to kiss you is obviously your lips. he’s such a tease about it too, even when you’re giving him a quick kiss goodbye, he’ll tug on your lower lip with his teeth before pulling away. his second favourite place is your thighs. it doesn’t have to go further, just gently pressing his lips to your thigh while he’s laying his head on them.
⟡ he adores your body. shape and size don’t matter to him, he’ll cherish it no matter what because it’s yours. you were always so perfect to him, and your body isn’t the exception to that.
⟡ he’s the kind of guy to kiss your fingertips when you offer him a bite of food from your hand. he’s a sap like that.
⟡ his favourite things to call you are angel, darling, beloved, or some silly nickname derived from your name.
⟡ varka loves when you call him yours. your boyfriend, your lover, your varka. nothing makes his heart swell more than being yours, and proudly yours.
⟡ he brings you flowers while you’re working. he’ll knock at your door and when you tell him to come in, he’ll be stood there with a boyish grin, holding out a handful of cecilias to you. you’ve learnt to keep a large vase of water at your workplace to store his flower gifts.
⟡ varka has had his proposal to you planned for ages. (oneshot incoming perhaps 👀) he’s just waiting for the chance to get you both properly out of work.
⟡ if you ever get seriously injured, varka’s glued to your side. he’ll sit by your bed, trying to make you laugh to distract you from your injuries. while you’re unconscious, he’s gently stroking the back of your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles and the inside of your wrists.
⟡ varka is very much “happy wife (spouse), happy life” coded in the sense that he does not like making you angry or upset. he’ll genuinely get on his knees for forgiveness from you. he hates arguing with you and avoids it as much as he can. (cue mild communication issues)
⟡ he falls asleep last and wakes up last. he likes when you lay your head on his chest while he rests his hand on your waist. sometimes you’ll wake up and you’re both tangled in each other’s arms as a result of him pulling you closer throughout the night.
⟡ varka’s big on cuddling. he holds you tight in his arms, mumbling sleepily against your neck to get you to stay for just “five more minutes.” five minutes turns to half an hour because he just can’t bring himself to let go of you.
⟡ he only does his paperwork when you’re keeping him company. you have to reward him with kisses periodically to get him to continue. (ho is you a dog?) sometimes turns into you two making out but he sounds so apologetic about it while he’s mumbling an “oops..?” against your lips. you can’t bring yourself to be mad at him when he kisses you so sweetly.
where varka looks forward to you kissing the scar on his face ⋆ MASTERLIST ˎˊ˗
It started with you leaning down and pressing your soft lips on the center of the scar on the right side of his face, your lips were fond of it, which makes Varka sometimes lean back slightly just for the kiss to land exactly on his cheek. At first, it was a sweet gesture meant to encourage the grandmaster, something to keep the grandmaster going because if he stared at the stack of paperwork on his desk long enough, he might actually flee.
Which was what Jean had asked of you, you didn't mind the request either.
So you did it once, twice, every time you saw the slight furrow of his thick brows or whenever you saw that he had finished a thick stack of paperwork. The kiss was both you can do this and a good job to Varka.
But now he kept seeking it more,
Even if he were outside of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. For example, the two of you were eating at Good Hunters, and he looked at you long enough for you to notice— you already knew what he wanted. So you would lean in and he would lower himself every time until he felt the kiss.
Varka swears the food becomes a hundred times tastier after that.
And you had grown a habit of kissing his scar..s. Scars. You now had a habit of kissing and touching his scars.
Not that Varka minded, he would even encourage you to keep kissing it. He wore his scars like medals of honor— he was proud of the marks on his skin and you never looked at it with pity.
Which may or may not be why he didn't want you to stop.
You pressed a kiss on the scar on his right side of his face after you slipped in the warmth of his embrace, his heavy arms wrapping around you and one of his hands rubbing your upper back as you melted against him.
"With how much you're kissing me there, aren't you afraid of leaving a permanent mark on my face?"
"You're being ridiculous again. Besides, you won't even mind if I did leave a permanent mark of my lips on your face, would you?"
He laughed, loud and totally Varka. "I'd even show it to the whole of Teyvat." Varka's lips formed into his signature grin and you can't help but roll your eyes fondly.
But you also found yourself nuzzling against the larger scar on his neck— the one that was always hidden beneath his clothes and would only become visible in nights where Varka felt safe enough to take his armor off. Your breath would fan against Varka's neck, eyes blinking slowly while Varka could feel your body easing on his.
Your fingertips grazed on his rough skin, tracing the outlines of the scars of the heavy arm that wrapped around your waist. You shifted and raised your leg to settle it on Varka's hip, and the ridiculously large man pulled you closer immediately.
"Sleepy, sweetheart?" Varka asked, and he heard you hum in response. "Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." A soft reminder that sounded like a promise. No expeditions, no waking up to find the bed cold, Varka will be here beside you when your eyes open and he'll already be awake and giving you a good morning kiss.
you've got mail ✉ ! i hate how genshin is so scared of putting the littlest thing like facial hair or tanned skin and not just a slightly darkened skin tone.
✦ varka is tan. there's no way he's paper white like his model; he's probably/literally spending hours on expeditions that expose his skin to the sun. his skin darkens every time he comes from a mission.
✦ varka at least somewhat has a beard or stubble below his chin. he's met crepus before; it just means he's a middle-aged man. a badly shaved beard would definitely make sense. being out in the wilderness means there may be a lack of hygiene tools, and he uses his heavy claymore to unevenly shave his chin and jaw.
✦ varka has multiple scars on his body. i firmly believe he has more than the few visible on his model. his scars are darker than his skin tone, varying in shape and size, and more often than not, they overlap each other. each wound entails a story of his blazing wins, or unwanted defeats, but each of them represents his bravery.
✦ varka has pointy canines, or a snaggle tooth. something about it fits him, especially it is a wolf-like feature. every time he flashes a smile, his tooth is an outstanding feature that is easily noticed. to him, it looks cool, that it makes him intimidating, but really it makes him such a cutie.
✦ varka having a prosthetic limb or maybe similar to jinx's from arcane, a finger. he's definitely had some incident where he had to get a part of his body removed. it would show how selfless he is to protect his people.
✦ varka has some parts of his hair burnt. and it's all because of a hilichurl who threw a pyro slime at him, he dodges it effortlessly, but some strands of his hair get caught by the burning slime. it's not easily noticeable but to the people who did worried a bit too much about his precious strands being ruined. but to varka it was nothing, he treated it like the scars in his body.
Warnings: Varka being a lovesick puppy every time you are close to him
Masterlist
The grand master of Favonius loves his beautiful partner and when he is not on crazy missions along Teyvat, he takes every possible oportunity to kiss you and make you see how much he loves you.
Everyone in Mondstadt knows by now not to interrumpt into Varka's office when the door is closed, there have been many incidents of people coming in and catching you both in a passionate moment.
But that is really rare cause he hates being on the office and prefers other places.
Of course, your shared quarters are always his first option cause you both have privacy, comfort and room enough to be together... and mostly he could cuddle you and be affectionate (he is scared people find out about him being lovely but everyone knows that he is like a lost puppy).
He also spends a lot of time on the tavern, and he loves when you accompany him, but he can't kiss you as much as he wants... even though when he is really drunk he clumsily tries while you take him home (he is huge so you have a hard time doing that).
He always tries to steal kisses from you in between breaks, practices, paperwork, he always finds an excuse to go to you with a big smile and press your lips together.
Cause kisses with Varka are not always kisses, they always end up with something more, passsional even. He kisses and hugs, slams, undress any or all, even if it's just crush you under his weight like he was a blanket.
On special occasions, when there is a celebration on the city, he likes to sit you both on Barbatos statue's hand and sits you on his lap, away from the public's eyes or you both lay cuddling while watching fireworks.
But the most important kisses for Varka is when he goes on a mission or comes back from it and you are waiting for him on the doors of the city.
When he goes, his kisses are deep and longing, having trouble to separate himself and most of times being the last one to leave cause of it. He kisses you with all his body, like always, but this time he is sad and desperate, like he is trying to fill a battery of love for the journey.
And when he comes back, he dismounts so fast that you know you don't have time to even blink before his lips meet yours and you know nothing is going to separate him from you in the next half an hour.
At the end, it doesn't really matter where Varka kisses you, cause he is always ready for it and he won't let the oportunity pass.
hi lily!! first of all I love your blog so much, I always get excited to check if it’s been updated （＾ω＾）I especially love how you write varka !!
secondly, do you have any thoughts on what varka would be like if his partner were averse to drinking? since he’s an avid alcoholic lol
tysm!! sending love and good days your way (o^^o)
When You Don’t Drink (Varka x Reader Headcanons)
A/N: Hi anon! :) Thank you so much for the request and your kind words. This is a really interesting topic. I wanted to think about it carefully so the headcanons feel true both to Varka’s personality and to what canon actually shows us, as well as realistic for a relationship dynamic like this.
Some additional thoughts before the headcanons: while Varka clearly enjoys drinking in social settings in canon, he’s also shown to be very aware of when drinking is appropriate and when it isn’t. He offers non-alcoholic drinks when the Traveler doesn’t drink, established rules against knights drinking while on duty, and talks about the importance of restraint. So he comes across as someone who enjoys a good drink, but who is also perceptive and respectful of other people’s boundaries.
With that in mind, these headcanons try to balance both sides of that. :) Enjoy!
Tags: Fluff. Reader Does Not Drink. Alcohol Mention. Alcohol Consumption. Varka Respects Boundaries. Varka Knows His Limits. Affection.
Word count: 1297
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Pre-Relationship:
Varka enjoys social gatherings. It’s part of who he is. Celebrations with the knights, festivals filling Mondstadt’s streets, evenings at Angel’s Share where stories flow as freely as the wine. For him, drinks are tied to companionship and conversation, not escapism. They’re simply part of how he connects with people.
So when you first meet at one of these gatherings, offering you a drink is instinctive. It’s his way of welcoming you into the warmth of the moment, extending an invitation to relax and talk.
When you decline, he pauses. Not because he’s bothered, but because he genuinely hadn’t considered it. Then he accepts it immediately, easily, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Not your thing?” he might ask, casual and without pressure. “That’s alright.”
If you explain that you don’t like drinking, Varka simply nods. And that’s the end of it. No pushing, no questioning why, no making it awkward. He adjusts without fanfare. The next time you meet, he’s already thought ahead, bringing you juice or tea instead.
He’s perceptive enough to understand that people have different boundaries. And he respects that instinctively, the same way he’d respect any other preference you might have. It’s just who you are, and that’s all the explanation he needs.
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Crushing Phase:
Once Varka realizes he likes you, something shifts in how he approaches these moments.
When you’re together, just the two of you, he often chooses not to drink at all. He genuinely enjoys talking to you with a clear head. He likes being fully present when you’re around, catching every detail of your expressions, hearing every word without the pleasant haze that alcohol brings.
In larger gatherings, he’ll still drink with the others. Laughing with the knights, raising glasses during toasts, fully participating in the celebration.
But if you’re nearby, he naturally keeps an eye on you. Checks in without making it obvious. Makes sure you’re comfortable, included, having a good time even without a drink in hand.
When he’s had a little alcohol, his personality becomes even more openly warm and teasing. His confidence (already strong) takes on a playful edge. He becomes bolder with compliments, more direct with his affection.
You might catch him leaning against the bar beside you, grin slightly wider than usual, eyes warm as he says: “Hey now. If you keep looking at me like that, people will think you actually like me.”
Or later in the evening, voice low and amused: “You’re the only one here not drinking… and somehow still the most intoxicating person in the room.”
He’ll laugh more freely, flirt more openly, get a little bold with the things he says.
But he never loses awareness of himself or his surroundings. If anything, he becomes more affectionate in words rather than reckless in action. The warmth is genuine, the teasing is playful, and beneath it all, there’s still that steady foundation of respect and control.
You notice, after a while, that even when he’s clearly enjoying himself, he never crosses lines. Never forgets who he is or what matters.
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Early Relationship:
When you start spending evenings together—quiet nights after long days, dinners at his place or yours—he might still ask out of habit: “Want a drink?”
But when you say no, he just shrugs and pours something non-alcoholic instead. Tea. Juice. Water. Whatever you prefer. And often, he’ll pour the same for himself without even thinking about it.
Over time, you notice he drinks less around you. Not because you demanded it. Not because you made it an issue. But because he enjoys your company more than the drink.
Being with you is what matters. The conversation, the comfortable silences, the way you laugh at his stories, the warmth of simply existing in the same space.
When you tease him about it one evening—noticing he’s chosen tea instead of his usual evening wine—he might grin and pull you close, voice warm with affection: “Why would I need wine when you’ve already got me drunk on you?”
He says it half-joking… but only half.
If Varka goes out with the knights, though, he still lets loose sometimes. Celebrating victories, marking milestones, enjoying the camaraderie that comes with shared drinks and shared stories.
And when he comes home a little tipsy, a little loose-limbed and warm, he becomes wonderfully affectionate.
If you’re still awake, he’ll find you immediately. Pull you into a hug that’s tighter than usual, kiss your temple, your cheek, your mouth.
He’ll talk more than normal, rambling happily about his evening while holding you close. His hands wander. Everywhere. Your shoulders, your waist, threading through your hair. Like he needs the contact, needs to ground himself in you after hours of noise and company.
If you’re asleep when he gets home, you’ll wake just enough to feel him slip into bed beside you. Feel his arm wrap around your waist, his chest warm against your back as he pulls you close.
You might hear him murmur something soft. “Missed you” or “Love you” or just your name, quiet and content—before sleep pulls you both under.
Even tipsy, he remains aware of your comfort and boundaries. If intimacy happens in those moments, it’s only when you’re both completely comfortable with it, when he’s still clearly himself despite the pleasant haze.
And even then, there’s an intensity to him. More vocal, more openly adoring, less filtered in expressing exactly how much he wants you, how beautiful you are, how lucky he feels.
But restraint is something he genuinely values. If you’re tired, if you’re not in the mood, if anything feels uncertain...he stops. Holds you instead. Falls asleep happy just to have you there.
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Established Relationship:
Over time, something interesting happens. His relationship with alcohol becomes more casual, less central to how he spends his time.
He still enjoys drinks at celebrations, still shares rounds with the knights at Angel’s Share, still participates fully in Mondstadt’s festivals and gatherings.
But it’s no longer something he reaches for as often. The habit shifts without either of you really noticing until one day you realize he’s choosing other things. Evening walks with you, quiet nights at home, activities that don’t revolve around taverns and toasts.
Not because you forced him to change. But because priorities shift when someone becomes truly important. The things that used to fill his social calendar start mattering less than time with you.
If the topic ever causes tension—maybe you worry he’s drinking too much at gatherings, maybe there’s a night when he comes home more drunk than tipsy and it bothers you—he doesn’t brush it off. You might argue a little. Voices might rise. Frustrations might surface.
But he listens. And he takes your feelings seriously.
Varka’s not the kind of man who would dismiss a partner’s concerns or get defensive about his choices.
If you’re worried, he wants to understand why. If something he’s doing hurts you, he wants to fix it. Not because he’s weak or easily swayed, but because relationships require consideration, adaptation, genuine care for the other person’s wellbeing.
The conversation might be difficult. You might both need time to process. But you work through it together, because that’s what matters: the communication, the willingness to meet each other halfway, the understanding that love means sometimes adjusting habits that no longer serve the relationship.
At the end of the day, the thing Varka values most is the life you’re building together. The home you share, the future you’re creating, the quiet certainty that you’ll both be there for each other through everything that comes.
Drinks come and go. Celebrations pass. Festivals end.
But you stay.
And that’s worth more than any amount of alcohol could ever be.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. :) More Varka to follow soon.
may I request hcs of dating or being married to varka? Generally how he is like with a partner and how he prefers to be in a relationship thank you!!
Warnings: None! Gn! reader! Please let me know if you would like me to add a warning!
Varka Relationship Headcanons
I definitely think that he’s more likely to be married later in life. When he was young, he didn’t really care about love or marriage, it wasn’t a goal for himself. And when he rose the ranks of the Knights and became Grandmaster, finding love definitely wasn’t a priority. At that point, he wasn’t against it, but he kind of believed it was too late for him.
Getting into a relationship with you wasn’t something that he planned, but never something he will regret. He does wish he met you sooner, for your sake. He could’ve been in your life far sooner, he could’ve given you so much more of himself. He doesn’t dwell too much on that though, he has you now and he’s more than happy with that.
Varka is a very creative man. He has an eye for certain things like decorations. You won’t have to worry about interior design if you don’t want to worry about it, he’ll definitely have it covered. He’s brought a lot of mementos home with him in his travels; he’s learned how to accommodate them into his decor. It’s quite impressive actually.
He has some strange date ideas too. You’ve never had a picnic on a boat before, nor have you thought having a competition involving hitting apple trees with great swords to see who can knock down the most was a good idea. That one was fun though, you gathered the apples up and made apple pie together.
When pursuing you, he was quite out of practice. In Mondstadt, songs of love and of romance were plentiful, so his first thought was to try and go off the lyrics to woo you. Poetry, chocolates, they were romantic ideas, definitely, but they weren’t him. After the first attempt, he quickly decided that this approach was not for him. He took his own approach to things, loud and boisterous as he is.
He isn’t a morning person. He likes to drink at night, and he often stays up late, waking up is not fun. Because of this, he’s mastered getting ready in a short amount of time. If you’re up before him, you may have to wake him up. You could get up before him, do your whole morning routine, and he’s still in bed. If he has somewhere to be, he’s miraculously up and ready in all of 5-10 minutes and he can be out the door.
He can’t surprise you very well because of this. When he tries to wake up early to prepare breakfast or gifts for you, depending on the occasion, he just…doesn’t wake up. And if he does wake up before you, there isn’t nearly enough time to prepare anything he had planned.
He’s very obvious too, he’ll be so disappointed that he couldn’t do what he wanted to do. He’ll end up still giving you what he wanted to give you, maybe still give you the speech he wanted to give you, if there is one, but he’ll overall seem more dejected that he failed at making it a true surprise.
He actually plays the fiddle. Drinking in the bars of Mondstadt, there is no excuse not to pick up an instrument and learn. He’s by no means an expert, but he can definitely handle himself. He likes to play for you to try and make you dance.
Speaking of dancing, he can’t. But he enjoys doing it, even if he can’t do it well. When it comes to dancing with you, like a little slow dance, he’s always terrified that he’s going to step on your toes. He won’t dance with you unless you’re standing on his feet, he’ll just sway with you like that.
He tried to let you lead a dance once, to see if his skill improved at all…he stepped on your foot. He didn’t let you lead after that, too afraid of that incident repeating.
He’s a damn good cook. He is particularly good with meat dishes. He’s used to cooking over an open fire though, so he refuses to cook inside the damn house. He’s really bad at baking though. He doesn’t get it, how can his steaks taste amazing, but he can’t make muffins? What the hell is up with that?
Wine tasting dates, if you like to drink! He is a man with a very refined palate when it comes to alcohol. If you don’t like to drink, it’s still fun to pour random drinks in a cup and see if he can guess what’s in them.
The Kamera is his favorite invention ever. He gets to take tons of pictures of you! One time, while the photos were developing, you played a prank on him and hid them away…he freaked! Ever since then, he sits in the same room as they’re developing so he can make sure he keeps them safe from you.
Whenever he has to be away, he carries a small photograph of you. If he could, he would bring the whole album he has of pictures of you and him together, but he doesn’t want to risk that getting damaged.
The biggest point of contention in your relationship/marriage is about menial tasks. He’s the Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius, a fighter, a Knight. He thrives in environments where excitement (good or bad) runs rampant. Meaning…he doesn’t find much fulfillment in menial tasks like cleaning. This would be the subject that would cause the most frustration between you too.
He keeps trying to start a garden so you two can save money on buying food, but he really sucks at gardening. Every 6 or so months he replants the whole thing. He knows he sucks, but he’ll never stop trying.
One of his favorite domestic activities to do with you is projects around the house! You want to build a shelf to hold all of your knick knacks? Hell yeah, build it together with him. Suddenly want to redecorate and paint the house a different color? He’ll for sure do it with you! Honestly, he doesn't even mind if he does all the work, as long as you’re in the room with him. It is definitely more fun if you’re doing it together though.
He knows a shit ton of people. That is to say, he’s a very well-connected man. One benefit of being with him, other than his devilishly handsome face and wonderful personality, is that he can pretty much get anything at a discounted price. Before you go out and buy something, ask him about it and, chances are, he can get it for free or at a discount.
When he has to be apart from you, he loves to send you lots and lots of letters. When you reply to his letters, he keeps each and every one. He has a box somewhere with all of them, you have no idea where he keeps it.
Even if you’re not apart, he still likes writing you letters. He hides them around the house sometimes, waiting for you to find and read them.
He tries to be extra nice to Klee (not that he’s ever mean to her or anything) because he’s trying to convince Alice to give you a Dodocommunication device so that he can talk to you whenever he wants to. Aka, he wants to slack off at work and talk to you.
For a wedding ceremony, he would actually prefer something small. It’s true that he loves large celebrations and seeing the joy all around, but that moment is just for you two. He would elope, if that’s what you wanted.
He has introduced you to Andrius, just so you could meet the giant wolf. It was mostly anticlimactic, but it was a heartfelt gesture.
He has learned many skills throughout his life as a Knight, he finds that a lot of them come in handy at home. He is very levelheaded during arguments and is a very skilled negotiator. It can sometimes be infuriating that he is able to remain so calm, but ultimately it helps get to the root of the issue.
When he retires, he has dreams of building a house out in the countryside. A house designed and built entirely by the two of you, all your own, and away from the city. A house to grow old in and live out the rest of your days. The thought makes him smile.
He wants pets. It’s not a dealbreaker or anything if you don’t want one, but he would really really want one. And it doesn’t have to be a cat or a dog, though he’d also love those, it could be a turtle or a rabbit. He just wants a pet.
6/1/2026 ; he holds you like a man proclaiming that his arms are your safe place now.
𖥻 ׁ ׅ character/s : varka x gn! reader
𖥻 ׁ ׅ genre ; fluff ⋆ MASTERLIST ˎˊ˗
Varka is a huge man. When I say huge, I mean huge huge.
Everything about him is overwhelming because he's all: broad chest, broad shoulders you can grip on, heavy arms, ridiculous body heat, and his sheer size alone is unbearable in a good way.
So when he pulls you in for an embrace, it's over— because you basically disappear in it.
He's huge in a way that one arm was enough to wrap around your waist and pull you even closer; it was enough to make you feel safe and secure, and it was surely enough to stop you from drifting away. Varka never hesitates nor does he hold you with uncertainty, he holds you like a man proclaiming that his arms are your safe place now.
And you melt against him.
Which Varka absolutely loves.
Varka is incredibly physically affectionate, and it's not even in a subtle way because this man doesn't know how to be subtle. He's affectionate instinctively, dramatically him—it was simply his nature. That makes affection for him effortless.
He's affectionate in a way that he'll:
pull you in mid-conversations just to feel you on him
wrap the two of you with his cloak
tucks you automatically under his chin, his blond hair tickling your skin
sprawling across the bed and the couch and pulling you in with him just because.
The reason was simple: he likes you close to him. It has become the default state of things between the two of you.
He is also very clingy when he's exhausted, sprawling on the bed or anywhere he thinks is comfortable enough to sleep, and he'll immediately pull you closer when you walk towards him. In the end, you end up sprawled on top of him while he whispers, "Stay here," as if you had a chance when you can't even move properly with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
As I said, Varka has ridiculous body heat—he's warm. The kind of warmth that seeps through the bones and settles in when the night becomes cold and exhaustion creeps in. What you don't know is that Varka melts when you reach for him on those nights.
Actually, he melts when you reach for him. Whenever, wherever, no matter the time and place—if your arm stretches out just to touch him, he's a goner.
In the process of Varka being a combination of affection and warmth, you developed a habit:
crawling towards him in bed when you feel exhausted
sliding your hands beneath his shirt just to feel his heat
curling fully against him because you can feel his large arms wrapping around you.
He encourages it shamelessly. With a big grin and a very pleased look on his face.
He would even just lean down just enough for you and then guide your arms around his neck with one of his hands and a grin on his face while his other hand pressed on your waist.
So when you press soft kisses against his jaw and whisper, "Hold me?"
Summary: During your expedition on Nod Krai, an unusual strong storm makes the tropes separate in small groups. You end up with Varka and you both have to get into a cave to get safe, things start to get steamy.
Pairing: Varka x witch!reader
Warnings: smut, p in v, riding, scratching, maybe a slight size kink (we know Varka is huge), Varka praising us.
Masterlist
The moment that the sky turned grey, you had the weird feeling that something was going to turn wrong. But the exact instant that the grand master said "Don't worry, it's nothing" everyone knew that everything was going to get horribly wrong.
Storm, rain, fog, thunder and lightning like you had never seen before, not even on Stormterror's lair. Everyone started running at all directions and the horse became so afraid that it was impossible to really control were you were heading.
By the time you realized you separated from the group, you didn't even know where you were anymore, which meant you can't come back until the storm ends. A crack made by a tree warned you about it's fall and the horse threw you out of the seat, leaving you alone.
Suddently a big hand lifted you up and put you on the front of the seat, the tree falled behind you both. You turned around and saw Varka's big body shielding you from the rain.
"You know I could have stoped the tree, right?" you yelled "I have magic."
"Are you really trying to have a conversation right now?" he yelled back.
Another tree was starting to fall so you used a spell to move it out of the way.
It doesn't seem like Varka is going anywhere, until you both spot a cave and he instantly changed the direction. A lightning strucked right next to you but you finally reached the safe spot.
"Arghhhh." Varka dismounted the horse and laughed, "that was quite fun."
"Do you mean reckless?" he looked at you like a wet puppy dog, "only an idiot says that nothing is going to happen."
He didn't say anything back, just nodded and took out his coat to put it on the floor.
"At least is something, the insides are dry." he didn't even look at your translucent clothes from the rain and just started to work on the fire.
You sat on the coat and waited for him to get by your side. He took an small box and placed it in front of you and some food supplies. You move your hand and a fire starts, just as the instructions on the box says.
"I knew it was a good idea to do kits for survival campfires. " he laughs and sits on the floor and looks outside, "It doesn't look like its going to stop anytime soon, we should try to get dry."
You clicked your hands and suddently both of your uniforms were completely dry, which he looked at you with a big smile and an amused look.
"Thank you so much. Now we must do something about the cold." he looks at you, like trying to give you a hint.
"We don't know if the wild hunt is nearby or here on the cave, and the storm doesn't look like a normal one... I prefer not to do spells that have to last long, that way I can save energy."
"Don't worry, I get it. I am a gentlemen, I am not going to oblige you to give me warm." you blush a little at his words but he seems not to care.
Some of the cold air enters the cave from time to time and even thought the campfire is close to you, you can't help but let out small shivers.
At some point Varka gets up and shows you a couple of bottles of alcohol from his pouch.
"So that's what that pocket is about."
"It doesn't really matter, it is going to help, don't you think?"
You can't help but roll your eyes and accept a sip of the bottle. At some point you start to feel a little warm, from the bottle and the campfire and also... Varka's pressence.
You lay your head against his muscular arm and close your eyes, sleep seems to start taking over you.
"I am going to do the guard. I won't let the witch of the expedition get tired and therefore not be at her full potential for battle." you give him recriminating look and realize an small hint of blush on his cheeks.
You didn't think it matters cause he drank much more alcohol than you. So in half an hour you can't help but think about how good and massive this man is, but sleep got you first.
You woke up and felt the fleshy and strong chest of varka, which made you blush like crazy. But the real impressive thing was the tent that has formed onto his pants and was really close to your body and face.
You can almost feel the warmth that is irradiating and the curiosity of feeling it between your fingers is making you shiver and start to feel wet. You palm your cheeks, trying to wake up from the dream or just taking away that fantasy.
Varka's body moves around and turns to your side, starting to wake up and seeing your full blushing face.
"What happened? I know I am a gentlemen but I am also a person that moves while sleeping." he lays himself on his elbow and looks at you with an smile, "I thought you would be used to sleeping near men by now".
Your eyes betray you and went to his crotch, which he inmediatly noticed and his hands travelled to cover it and roll to have his back facing at you. His smile dissapeared and suddently everything felt cold.
"It appears that I am not the knight I thought I was. Sorry for that. I should get outside to check the surroundings."
Without giving it a second thought, you grabbed his shoulder and prevent him from walking away. You don't know how you are keeping this man on his place or why are you doing it, but you need to feel that warmth again.
"I don't really mind." your voice is shy and shaking but something else is there.
His face turned around just enough so you can see the dark shine on his eyes.
"I do, and I am the headmaster of the knights of Favonius." for the first time, you saw him serious, "I wouldn't dare to betray your trust, make you uncomfortable or take advantage of you."
"I haven't drink as much as you did, that's for sure. And you are not betraying my trust." you clumsily try to pull your arms around his torso.
"Maybe you are right but... you think is worth the risk?" he turned around, somehow blushing and at the same time the most serious you have seen him. "It is worth for me, even though is shelfish... but you?"
You are now completely flustered and the only thing you managed to do was press your body against his and kiss him. His hands became still on your waist but soon enough it embraced you, pulling you closer by your back. Varka's lips are soft and warm, a small hint of alcohol gving the adictive taste that is driving you crazy.
You start to shift and climb onto his lap, finally feeling the sensation of his boner against your aching core. And the sound he makes when the friction starts, you could come from that.
One hand starts to guide your hips while the other goes to your nape to try and make the kiss go deeper, if it's even possible. Your tongues battle each other until Varka's head moves with desperation to your jaw, your neck and your collarbone.
You whimper and place your hands on his shoulders. His eyes shined at the camp fire as he is asking for permision with a couple of light kisses on the border of your uniform.
You let it be and surpisingly fast he undoes your uniform and lets you in your underwear, devouring you with his look.
"You are even better than I have imagined." his face gently grazed between your breasts, inhaling your scent.
"You have imagined me?" he suddently stopped and looked at you with a flustered look.
"Maybe a little. How could I not..."
You couldn't wait more so you grabbed his buckle to get rid of his pants and shirt. He laughed, trying to hide a whimper and laid back, unable to do other thing that putting his hands on your hips and slowly wander towards your ass.
"I might have dreamt a little about you..." you said with a suddent shy smile.
"Imagining is one thing." he kissed your collarbone and tapped your nose, "but dreaming is one big word. I hope I live up to your expectations."
Your tongues entered into battle once more while you both got rid of the rest of your clothing. Varka is almost drolling at your naked pressence and his big hands were about to touch your breasts until he shook his head and looked at you serious.
"I would want nothign more but to touch your perfect... " he shook his head again, "I want you, more than just physically. I might seem careless but I am not a man who uses someone and throws them away. If we are doing this, I want to know you feel something for me."
"I..." words got stuck on your throat at his glowy lustful but full of love eyes, you can almost see the heart shape inside them and that only makes you weaker. "I do want you Varka, very much, more than you can imagine.
His smile became so big that he almost couldn't kiss you right. He finally touches your body, skin to sking, desperate but also intimate. His body is so big that your body feels insignificant by his side and his hands are making you burn in the places he touches you, which means everywhere.
Your fingers scratch his back and he moans, which you take as a good sign so you continue, while moving your hips up and down on his massive cock, that you are now starting to realize is much more big that you thought on the shadows of the cave.
You moan under his touch and you are starting to get so wet that he is nothing. Without needing to say a word, his hands traveled to your core and with his rough fingers, he started doing too much delicate moves for a knight like him... and you are melting cause of it.
You moan against his lips and start squirming, which he tries to keep you in place. Your senses betray you so you start to hump against his hand while his fingers pump into you.
"That's it, you are doing it so good." his nose rubbed agaisnt your neck with his hot breath making you shiver, his voice sounded rasp and low, "if my fingers are feeling good to you, wait for all of me. You are taking my fingers so good... I want to see you with my cock."
You never thought you could see him talking like that, but he is and you both are living for that moment. His mouth attacks your breasts and you are in no position to think straight.
Your hand travels to his crotch and starts to slowly stroke him, even though your arrousal doesn't let you coordinate your hand correctly. The same thing happens to Varka, that starts to slowly thrust his cock onto your hand while his starts to tremble.
"I can't wait anymore. I want you inside me." you said trying to sound dominant."
"Okay, I think you are wet enough." you blush at how easily he takes you and places you on top on his boner.
You grab his chest to secure yourself and slowly start to sink onto him. Your bodies pressed together the more you come down onto his shaft.
When you finally reach the base, you couldn't help but let out a big moanand Varka's grunt like a wolf, griping your ass so thight that you can feel the future bruises from it.
"That feels so good..." a high whimper escaped him, "it should be ilegal even on Mondstat."
You let out a small laugh at his joke, but the sound was cut thanks to him adjusting himself. You look at him with a serious look but he only lets out a breathy laugh.
"You look cute when you are mad, I don't know if I ever told you that." he did, but it felt like now is completely different, while he blsuhes and is readjusting himself again.
He kisses you, desperate and his hands help you start moving, suddently remembering the urging hotness between your legs. It is clear that Varka is trying to be slow and gentle but soon enough and mostly thanks to your own desperation, you both start peeking up the pace and moving faster, messier, sloppier.
"You..." he starts saying but is not capable of continuing so you push him down to lay on the ground and starting setting the pace, desperate for your realease.
"You..." you imitate him and your tongue licks his lower lip, to which he grabs your nape and bites your lips.
"Us..." that sounded more like a plea, a sweet cry in his almost orgasmic state.
You moaned onto his mouth and feel how your legs are no longer moving yourself but him, and probably is not even being aware of that. You let him do it cause it is a big help and you were starting to get tired.
If it wasn't for the storm, you were certain that everyone niTeyvat could hear you both. Varka's thrusts start to get erratic and his hands lost rythm against your hips.
"Tell me you are close, please... cause I am and .... fuck, I don't know... I won't last much longe... Shhii, how are you so beautiful."
That was the last straw, not sexy or hot, beautiful, like you were a statue to admire. The knot on your stomach starts to unravel with power and you hide your face on his neck, letting the vibrations of your moans and the pulsing of your cunt make him cum with forceful spasms and a big grunt. You both collapse and you finally loosen your nails on his chest.
The sensation of his cum still inside you, sticking into your walls is making you feel dizzy, but satisfied.
"That was..." you both said at the same time, which you laughed without breaths.
"I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years now." he said while kissing the top of your head and passing his fingers thru your back.
"I feel like I am already doing that." you smush yourself onto his chest and the weight of his clothes make you smile, "when we get back to Mondstadt, we can go on a date."
"Why wait? when we get to Lempo Island."
"I would love that." your lips meet one final time before sleep caught you both.
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"Captain... Y/N." you woke up by the sound of your names, really close.
You try to stand up but the strong arms of Varka didn't let you. You give him a kick and he starts to wake up.
"What a wonderful way to open my eyes, even if it's you giving me a kick."
"The rest of the knights are nearby." you suddently blush, remembering you both are naked, "We should get dressed, fast... really fast."
"Nah" he wraps you around his arms with a big smile and you start to panic, "I am joking, relax. I wouldn't dare to put your honour in doubt, even though I am the idiot you trusted for that."
He gives you a deep kiss and the moment he hears the voice of the other knights, he is the first to get up and take his clothes.
