CookingWithLottie

"Pregnant? Varka is… no, this can't be. Can it?" You whisper, your eyes glued to the pregnancy test you dropped on the counter.

You swallow the lump in your throat, picking up the pregnancy test to make sure you're not hallucinating. There are two blue streaks on the results window. Two of them, meaning Varka is, in fact, pregnant. When did Varka take this pregnancy test, and how long has it been sitting on the counter?

You step out of the bathroom, looking everywhere for your beloved. There are no signs of Varka being at home, so you assume he's at work in Mondstadt. Something as big as this can't wait till the end of the day. You need to see Varka now. You rush to put your sandals on before grabbing your bag, shoving the pregnancy test inside it, and exiting the house in a hurry.

Upon arriving at the Knights of Favonius, the Knights greet you as they open the door for you to enter. You give them a strained smile and walk into the building, heart pounding against your ribs as you try to remain calm. Your grip on the strap of your bag tightens as you get closer to Varka's office.

Just as you're about to enter, the door flies open, revealing Mika. Mika jumps, not expecting you to be standing behind the door.

"Oh! [Y/N]! It's good to see you! What brings you here, aside from visiting Grand Master Varka?" Mika asks, gazing at you with those bright eyes of his.

You smile at the blond boy in front of you. "It's good to see you, too, Mika. I was wondering if Grand Master Varka is here in his office? I want to speak to him for a moment, if that's okay with you."

Mika tilts his head to the side, blinking at you owlishly. "He's not here at the moment. He's currently in a meeting with Acting Grand Master Jean, but you can wait here in his office! I'll let him know that you're here." Mika says, nodding.

You quickly protest. "No, no, it's okay, Mika! You don't have to do that. I don't want you to interrupt his meeting over something, uh, trivial."

Mika nods, looking at you with uncertainty before walking off. You walk into Varka's office and look around, subconsciously digging into your bag and touching the pregnancy test. Varka wouldn't hide something like this from you, right? How long has he been pregnant for? That is his test, right? You're certainly not pregnant.

You glance at Varka's desk, mountains of manila folders that contain paperwork and documents piling up where his name plate is supposed to be, and documents strewn across the desk. You let out a laugh of disbelief, shaking your head. You sit on one of the chairs in his office, nervously looking around his office before tightly crossing your legs.

You're so anxious that you can hardly sit still. So, you leave the chair and walk to his desk, disregarding the mountains of folders and documents that are left wide open for anyone to see what's on the papers. At the corner of Varka's desk sits a small picture frame, and in this picture frame is a photo of both of you while you two were still in Nod-Krai together.

You grab the picture frame and stare at the photo of you two together. Seeing the wide smile on Varka's face as he squished his cheeks against yours makes your heart skip a beat. You're so engrossed in the picture in front of you that you fail to notice a hulking figure standing at the doorway, staring at you with the same smile as the one in the picture you're holding.

"[Y/N], darling! What a pleasant surprise to see you here," Varka says, finally walking into his office with more folders in his arms. "You're not here to make sure I'm not skipping out on work, are you? I swear, I have been on my best behavior and didn't ditch work to go drinking like last time." He adds the stack of folders to the mountain on his desk, sighing.

Varka proceeds to eye the number of work waiting for his attention, dreading the pounding headache he's going to have soon. Dear Barbatos, please take him out of his misery and pass it on to the next unfortunate soul. Varka looks up, locking eyes with you.

You clear your throat, smiling at him. "I wanted to stop by to check up on you. I'm happy to see that you're not skipping work to drink at Angel's Share."

Varka furrows his eyebrows. "[Y/N], are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine, why?"

He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "You look distracted, darling. Is something bothering you?"

"Not necessarily, Varka. Do you have the time to talk, or is this a bad time?"

Varka walks up to you and cups your face in his hands. "I always have time for you, [Y/N]. Whatever you're worried about, I'm here to listen. Yes, my job as the Grand Master is important to me, but you're even more important than that."

You cover his hand with yours before reaching into your bag to pull out the pregnancy test. "I found this on the counter, and I wanted to know if this belongs to you."

You show him the pregnancy test, and Varka's smile falters for a second.

Varka clears his throat, nodding. "Yeah, the pregnancy test is mine. I'm still uncertain about the results because, you know, sometimes pregnancy tests can give false results. I wanted confirmation first before telling you about it, but I was in such a hurry that I completely forgot about this test."

Varka grabs the pregnancy test from your hands and stares at the two blue lines on the result window. This is also one of the reasons why Varka has yet to ditch his duties as Grand Master to go drinking at Angel's Share.

You cross your arms over your chest. "You know, if you're actually pregnant, you can't have any kind of liquor for the next nine months."

Varka sighs loudly, hunching over to rest his chin on your shoulders. "I know, and that's the part that I am not happy about."

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing the side of his head as you run your fingers through his silky, soft blond hair. That day, you remain in the city while Varka continues his duty as the Grand Master, filing out documents and signing paperwork. You make sure to stop by during his break to have lunch with him, and make a doctor's appointment at the Cathedral for the nuns to check up on him.

By the time Varka clocks out of work, you find yourself sitting beside Varka while waiting for the doctor to confirm Varka's pregnancy after performing various tests. He's gripping your hand tightly, bouncing his leg as he stares at the door, waiting for the doctor to walk in.

You squeeze his hand. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm going to throw up if they make me wait any longer," Varka replies, letting out a long exhale. "Lord Barbatos, my heart is racing."

About five minutes later, the doctor finally walks through the door with the results in his hands, while a nun follows close by. She shuts the door behind both of them and gives you and Varka a warm smile. Varka stares at the doctor, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"The results are in. Congratulations, Grand Master Varka, and Miss [Y/N], you two are expecting!"

What's supposed to be the happiest moment of your and Varka's life ends up being far more complicated than you two anticipated. After the pregnancy was confirmed by the doctor and nun at the Cathedral, Varka continued to work his regular schedule as Grand Master, much to his dismay.

You, on the other hand, are still working and traveling as much as you usually do at the very beginning of Varka's pregnancy. Since he's not that far along in his pregnancy, there's no need for you to halt your duties of traveling around Teyvat for work. However, you make sure to come home as often as you can to check up on your partner.

"How are you doing, Varka? Do you feel any different?" You ask, sitting across from him at Good Hunter.

Varka rubs his face, laughing in disbelief. "Well, I've been getting morning sickness. It didn't kick in until a few days ago. It's bearable, but it does get annoying when it happens randomly throughout the day. I could be in the middle of a meeting with Jean, Kaeya, Albedo, and Lisa, and boom! I have the urge to throw up my breakfast."

That's something you were worried about—the pregnancy symptoms and how soon they kick in as the baby continues to develop in Varka's womb. You and Varka wait for Sarah to bring out your orders; the scent of sweet madame wafts in the air, making your stomach rumble. But for Varka, that is a completely different story.

Nausea kicks in, forcing Varka to gulp and try not to dry heave at the smell. Varka usually loves the smell of sweet madame and honey sticky roast permeating the air, but his pregnancy hormones are making it impossible to stomach the scent of it.

"Varka? Are you alright?"

Varka looks up to see you staring at him, confused by his strange behavior. Varka nods as saliva starts pooling in his mouth. Usually, it would be a good thing because it means that the food smells so good that it's mouth-watering, but in his situation, he's about to hurl all over the wooden table if he doesn't find a bucket as soon as possible.

He gives you a strained smile at first, holding up an index finger to excuse himself. Before you can say anything, Varka gets up from his seat and runs to the nearest building in search of a restroom. Varka ends up storming the Cat's Tail, making his way to the restroom, and vomiting up his breakfast into the toilet once he finds an empty stall.

"Looks like we'll be having takeout instead."

Varka hears you say from behind him. Despite excusing himself to go to the nearest restroom to puke, you followed him anyway, much to his surprise but also relief. As Varka's about to peek over his shoulder to look at you, he feels you pull his hair back and wipe the beads of sweat forming at his forehead.

"Are you sure you can handle working a little longer today? I don't want you vomiting all over your documents and fellow Knights."

Varka flushes the toilet, taking deep breaths and hugging the toilet bowl pathetically. Dear Barbatos, if he weren't too sick right now, he wouldn't dare to hug a toilet bowl, especially one that's in a public restroom. He's not far along in his pregnancy, and yet he can barely perform tasks without feeling nauseous.

Varka's lips quiver as he begins sniffling. The faint sound causes alarm bells to go off in your head. You fall to your knees beside him, wrapping your arms around Varka's shoulders and pulling him to your chest. Tears roll down his cheeks, clinging to you with an iron grip.

"I can handle it, I swear! It's just that… the pregnancy hormones have been making things so complicated. The littlest things make me nauseous, I can't enjoy the food I like without having the urge to spill my guts every time I get a whiff of it, and now I'm crying over the most trivial things in a public restroom!" Varka bawls, burying his face into your neck.

You kiss the top of his head. "I know, Varka. I'm not doubting whether you're able to handle it, I'm just worried that it'll make things even more as the pregnancy progresses. Let me know what I can do to make things easier for you."

Varka sniffles, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "Well, the first thing we should do is get up from this disgusting floor."

Both you and Varka laugh. You kiss the top of his head before getting off the floor, holding your hand out for him to grab. Varka grabs your hand, and you pull him up from the ground. You two eventually make your way back to Good Hunter to pick up your order.

"So much for having some time alone together out in the city," Varka mutters, leaning against you as you two walk back to your townhouse. "My hormones have to ruin it all for both of us." He rests his head on your shoulders, snuggling up against you while latching onto your side.

"It's alright, we can find other ways to spend time together as the baby continues to grow."

From that day on, you do everything in your power to make Varka's pregnancy as smooth as possible. Due to Varka's morning sickness being unpredictable, you suggest that he work fewer hours than his typical work schedule. You walk Varka to work and back home when his shift is over. Since the pregnancy is still unknown to everyone else outside of your small bubble, Jean thought it was odd for Varka to cut his working hours so short. But she doesn't question it.

You make sure that Varka is taking the necessary vitamins that are prescribed by a doctor in Liyue. You happen to be on a work trip to Liyue and stopped by Bubu Pharmacy, informing the herbalist and Doctor Baizhu of Varka's pregnancy symptoms. Varka's morning sickness has gotten worse as time goes by, and it's one of your biggest concerns because that means that Varka will eat less due to his fear of vomiting it back up.

Both Varka and the baby need as many nutrients as possible, and if Varka doesn't eat or get enough nutrients, then it will affect the health and growth of the baby (and Varka, of course). So, aside from the vitamins, Doctor Baizhu prescribed anti-nausea medications for Varka to take.

"It's safe for Varka to take, you don't need to worry about that. I recommend taking it before you eat, but if Varka prefers taking it after his meal, then that's fine as well." Baizhu says, handing the small bag that contains Varka's prescribed vitamins and anti-nausea medications.

You make sure that Varka takes his medication and vitamins on time. To make sure that he actually takes them, you watch his every move, making sure he puts the pills into his mouth and washes them down with a cup of water. Varka thought it was a bit much at first, but he doesn't blame you in the slightest.

You eventually put a pause to your travels about twenty weeks into Varka's pregnancy, while Varka takes his maternity leave sixteen weeks into his pregnancy. You have thought about stopping your travels to care for Varka around the same time he took his leave, but Varka insists that you don't do it until he's at his twentieth mark.

When you're caring for Varka during the toughest and most vulnerable time of his life, you make sure not to be bothersome or those partners who constantly hover over their pregnant lover. When Varka needs your assistance with something, he will let you know, and you're more than happy to help! More than half of the time, Varka can manage on his own, but that's until the baby bump starts forming. About seven months into his pregnancy, the baby bump starts getting in the way of almost everything.

Whenever you're cuddling with Varka, you're the big spoon—then again, you're usually the big spoon during cuddle time. But Varka wanted to be the big spoon for once, and since the belly is getting in the way, it's hard to hug and cuddle you. Granted, he can hug you from the side, but he loves feeling your body pressing up against his front side.

"[Y/N], don't treat me like glass! You know I can take down hordes of enemies with one swipe of my claymore effortlessly!" Varka whines, tugging you towards him. "I'm pregnant, not fragile!"

You snort, threading your fingers through his hair before kissing the top of his head. "Varka, I know you can do all of those things. You may not be fragile, but the baby certainly is." You place your hand on his swollen bump and gently rub it.

He pouts, giving you the puppy-dog eyes. "I know, but—"

You press your index finger against his lips, silencing him. "But nothing, Varka. You need to rest and take it easy."

"[Y/N], my love, please, at least cuddle me," He pretends to sniffle. "Don't let a yearning, pregnant man like myself yearn and starve for your love, touch, and affections."

You concede and give Varka what he wants while making sure you're not putting any pressure on his baby bump. The things you would do for the man you love so much. Varka buries his face into the crook of your neck, sighing happily while snaking both of his arms around your waist.

The pregnancy is going smoothly, and you're eternally grateful for the anti-nausea medications that Doctor Baizhu prescribed for Varka. Whenever Varka is almost done with his medication, you make sure to take a trip to Liyue to refill those prescriptions. Without them, Varka wouldn't be able to keep his breakfast, lunch, and dinner down.

Aside from making sure that Varka takes his medication and vitamins, you also take him to his monthly doctor visits to check on the baby and, obviously, Varka's health. You even make sure that he gets some form of exercise, since he can't do the usual heavy weight lifting he typically does before he became pregnant. You walk with Varka to Mondstadt and back to the house every other day, after breakfast. As for lunch and dinner, you two would walk to Springvale after eating since it was a short distance from your house.

Until one day, Varka leans against the edge of the bed, clutching his belly. You rush to his side, hand on his back as you gaze at him worriedly. Varka is expected to give birth to your child any day now, and you have been on edge because there is no "exact" date for the baby. The baby was predicted to be born on the seventh of the current month, but it's way past that date, so you and Varka have been preparing everything for the baby's arrival.

"Is this what contractions feel like?" He groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

You wrap your arm around his waist, tossing one arm over your shoulders as you gently guide him towards the front door. "We need to get you to the hospital now. I know you're having contractions, and your water hasn't broken yet, but—"

You're interrupted by the sound of water dripping onto the wooden floor of your house. You and Varka slowly look down to see a large puddle of water pooling beneath Varka and your feet.

Varka hisses, his nails digging into your shoulders. "The baby's coming."

Without hesitating, you sweep Varka off his feet, grab your and Varka's packed bags at the front door, and make your way to the nearest hospital. The baby is coming, and you're determined to get him to the hospital before Varka starts crowning.

The birth of your and Varka's daughter was the happiest moment of your lives. The sound of her little cries filled the room after a long, but successful, delivery. The way Varka holds your daughter in his arms, tears rolling down his cheeks as he kisses her forehead. You stand beside his bed, watching the scene in front of you with a small smile. While you are happy that the delivery was smooth and your daughter is officially delivered, you can't help but feel strange. Your heart is fluttering in your chest.

When you first hold your daughter after Varka gently passes her to you, tears immediately pool in your eyes. You gaze at her precious little face. She's a spitting image of you. She doesn't have blond hair like her father; instead, she has your hair color.

"What name do you have in mind for our daughter?" You whispered to Varka.

Varka smiles. "Helene. Her name will be Helene."

You look at Helene, stroking her little cheeks. "What a beautiful name for our daughter. Welcome to the world, Helene." You kiss the top of her head, earning a soft coo from her.

After the birth of your and Varka's daughter, you set a strict rule: no visitors until three months had passed since Helene's delivery date. Unless they are a healthcare provider. You also want Varka to take all the time in the world to heal from birthing your daughter before he can return to work as Grand Master. Instead of having guests visiting Varka and Helene, gifts were sent to your humble abode from the Knights of Favonius, Doctor Baizhu, the nuns at the Cathedral, and the Traveler and his floating companion.

The first few months were a bit rough because Helene was adjusting to being in the real world. At three months old, she's getting as much as fourteen to seventeen hours a day, but that's only during the daytime, leading into the night. While you're not a fan of losing your sleep, you don't mind getting up in the middle of the night to care for your daughter.

Quite frankly, you would much rather be the one to care for Helene in the middle of the night while Varka gets some sleep. Currently, she's swaddled up and tucked in your arms as you're sitting on a rocking chair in the nursery Diluc and Kaeya helped put together.

"Your father is going to train you to be part of the Knights, Helene. Is that the path you see yourself taking?" You whisper, stroking her soft cheek.

Helene blinks at you, cooing in response.

"Whatever path you want to take, you have my full support. Whether it's to be part of the Knights or travel and work independently, I support your decisions." You press your forehead against hers, earning another coo from Helene. "Archons, you are adorable. I can't believe you're finally here, in my arms."

You smile at her, stroking her hair. She has a full head of hair, and the way it curls up at the end is adorable. You lightly poke her button nose, earning a toothless grin from Helene. Your heart throbs painfully in your chest. You only know your daughter for a short time, and yet she has this effect on you.

While you're wrapped up in your small world with Helene in your arms in the nursery, you fail to notice Varka standing in the doorway, staring at the sweet moment between you and Helene. Varka steps into the room, grabbing your attention.

"Why are you awake? You should be resting in bed." You whisper as he pulls up a chair beside you and Helene.

Varka clears his throat. "I should, but I wanted to be with my girls. You know me, I have attachment issues, and I am very clingy." Varka jokes.

You snort, shaking your head. Varka rests his cheek on top of your head, gazing down at the wide awake Helene. Helene blinks at Varka, who blinks back in return. Slowly, a huge gummy smile appears on her face before cooing and gurgling happily.

Varka takes Helene from your arms, cradling her tiny body against his bare chest. "Why are you awake, Princess? Wanted to stay up with Mommy and Daddy a little longer?" Varka asks.

She coos.

"Well, you can't stay up past your bedtime, young lady. You're still a growing girl, and for you to grow up big and strong like Mommy and Daddy, you need to get all of the sleep you need."

Helene gurgles, wiggling in Varka's arms as if she's protesting. Varka shakes his head with a chuckle, looking at you with a big grin. "Can you believe our daughter, [Y/N]? She is almost as stubborn as you."

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "Takes one to know one!"

Varka lets out a boisterous laughter, startling poor Helene. She whimpers and cries softly at the sudden volume.

Varka immediately shuts up and starts apologizing profusely. "Oh! I'm so sorry, baby girl! Please don't cry. Shhhhh." He starts soothing Helene and rocking her back and forth in his arms. "Daddy's very sorry." Varka kisses the top of her head.

You watch Helene snuggle in Varka's arms, slowly drifting to sleep in her father's arms. Your heart melts at the scene. You lean over and kiss Varka's cheeks, running your fingers through his messy hair. The things you'd do for Varka and Helene.

Gradually, you allow people outside of healthcare providers to stop by your and Varka's townhouse to visit Varka and Helene. Diluc and Kaeya happen to visit together quite often, taking turns to hold Helene and bond with her as her uncles.

"She looks just like her mother." Diluc comments, cradling Helene in his arms while she plays with his fiery red hair before grabbing onto Kaeya's index finger as he lightly pokes her.

Kaeya chuckles. "The exact hair and eye color. She even has that cute little streak in her hair like [Y/N]." Kaeya murmurs, stroking Helene's hair.

Varka laughs, crossing his arms over his chest. "You would think she would come out looking like me. I carried her for nine months, and she comes out looking like a miniature version of [Y/N]."

It's safe to say that Helene loves everyone who stops by to meet her. She loves Diluc and Kaeya. Jean? Love her. Barbara? A huge fan of the blonde girl because Barbara would sing her to sleep sometimes. You're eternally grateful to every person who visited Varka and Helene because, despite your strict rule of no visitors (unless they are healthcare providers and Jean), it's heartwarming to see that Helene is surrounded by people who love her and will protect her.

As for Varka, he makes sure to rest as much as he can while he's still on maternity leave. He continues taking his prescribed vitamins, and he no longer has to take anti-nausea medications (thank Barbatos). He's been getting back into the gym to get back into shape while training with the Knights here and there. As he's healing and slowly returning to the Varka he was before becoming pregnant, that means he can return to Angel's Share and drink.

Around 7:30 PM, Varka enters your and his shared bedroom after coming home from Angel's Share, reeking of alcohol. He sits across from you and Helene, who is propped up on your lap.

"My two beautiful girls," Varka murmurs, leaning in to kiss your and Helene's foreheads.

Your nose scrunches at the smell of alcohol as a headache starts brewing, the longer the scent of alcohol clings to Varka's clothes and breath. Helene winces when her father kisses the top of her head, her face scrunching up with disgust at the strong smell. She looks genuinely offended and baffled.

"What's wrong, Helene?" Varka murmurs, leaning down to her.

Helene bursts into tears, wailing as she grabs a fistful of your shirt, turning around on your lap to bury her face into your chest to block out the smell of alcohol. Varka's heart drops, and he looks at you like a kicked puppy. You start comforting and soothing Helene, patting her back and kissing the side of her head.

"It's okay, honey. Daddy's going to go take a shower now, okay?" You coo, shooting a look in his direction.

Thankfully, Varka gets the hint and rushes to the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth to get rid of any smell of alcohol. While in the shower, Varka shakes his head with a chuckle. Not only is Helene a spitting image of you, but she also hates the smell of alcohol as much as you do. He really did give birth to the miniature version of his partner.

It's officially nine months since Helene's birth, and you and Varka have decided that it's time for you two to have one day of privacy away from your daughter. It's been a while since you and Varka have spent some time together since the arrival of your precious daughter, and while you two love and cherish Helene, one day of alone time together would be nice. That and because Varka is getting handsy, and you do not want Helene to witness her father foaming at the mouth to be able to latch his lips onto any revealing skin of yours.

Initially, you had planned for Helene to be with a babysitter this morning and have her return home the day after. But because the babysitters you picked out are busy people, they couldn't take her off your and Varka's hands until the evening. Which you're not complaining about because you get to spend the entire morning and afternoon with Helene before handing her over to her babysitters.

It's now the evening, and Varka dramatically bursts into your shared bedroom. "[Y/N], darling, please! I've been feeling like a starving man all day!" Varka whines, plopping on the bed.

Before you can say anything, Varka grabs onto your ankles and yanks you to where he is. You yelp, staring at the ceiling as Varka climbs over you, caging you to the bed with his arms. Varka stares down at you, a deep pout visible on his face, while his face is red from the heat and need. You cup his face in your hands, brushing his bangs away from his face. Varka leans into your touch like a, as he said, starving man.

You snort, lightly pinching his cheek. "We'll have to wait until Helene's babysitters are here. We can't risk anything with Helene still in the house."

Varka sighs in defeat, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You're right, you're right," his voice is muffled against your neck before lifting his head. "Wait, who did you call to babysit Helene?"

"You'll see," You run your fingers through his hair before letting your hands trail down his back, grabbing a handful of his ass after.

Varka jolts, pouting at you. "You're testing me! It's not fair, [Y/N]!"

You grin evilly before flipping him over onto his back. Varka blinks, a bit dizzy from what happened. Varka props himself up on his elbows, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Get used to it, Varka." You kiss his forehead, quickly getting off of him before he can get his hands on you.

You sprint out of your shared bedroom and to Helene's nursery. When you open the door to Helene's nursery, you see her standing on her bed, staring at the door. A big smile immediately graces her features when you enter the room. Helene starts jumping on her bed while holding onto the side rails as you walk to where she's standing.

"Are you excited to spend some time with your uncles tonight?" You coo, picking her up from her crib and carrying her out of her nursery.

Varka's at the front door of your townhouse, the door wide open. Hearing the sound of your footsteps and Helene's babbling, Varka turns to face you, pointing his thumb at the visitors. "How did you manage to get Diluc and Kaeya to agree to babysit Helene for the night together?"

You shrug. "It's pretty easy, if you ask me. Both Kaeya and Diluc love their niece and are willing to have an uncle(s) and niece sleepover. Plus, they're both responsible adults, and this is a good time to have a small bonding time!"

Varka raises an eyebrow. "Bonding time between them and Helene, or just the two of them."

"Either one works. Anyway, here is Helene's diaper bag. You hand Kaeya the baby pink bag. "Helene's diaper bag contains a change of clothes, diapers, and baby wipes. I have packed some formula milk for her. She is breastfed, but we've been working on getting her to have formula milk because she's been teething."

"If she gets a little fussy or irritated, we do have some teething toys and gel to help soothe her," Varka says, grabbing Helene and kissing the top of her head before handing her over to Kaeya and Diluc.

Helene squeals when she sees Kaeya and Diluc, reaching out to her uncles. Kaeya and Diluc smile at the child as Diluc holds Helene in his arms. She grabs Diluc's cravat and starts gnawing on it. Kaeya snorts, shaking his head as he starts searching for the teething toy.

"Looks like we'll need this sooner than expected." Kaeya jokes, gently taking Diluc's cravat from Helene's mouth and handing the teething toy to her.

Helene immediately latches onto the toy and starts biting away at it. You and Varka bid goodbye to Diluc and Kaeya before kissing Helene's forehead and watching them leave for Dawn Winery. Once they're out of sight, Varka closes the door and sighs, turning to you.

"Now, where were we before you ran off to Helene's nursery?" Varka purses his lips.

You pull him to your chest and press your lips firmly against his. Varka jumps up and wraps his legs around your waist, and you carry him to your shared bedroom. You kick the bedroom door shut and toss him onto the bed. Varka immediately starts stripping while you go to the closet and search for your harness and sparkly pink vibrating ten-inch dildo that you buried deep in the closet, so no one (specifically Helene) would find it.

You close the door with your foot, stripping completely naked and putting the harness on while the dildo sits to the side. Varka's lying on the bed, nude and hard. You nearly forgot about the lube, so you have to make another trip back to the closet to grab four bottles of lube before returning to where he lies.

"Ass up, buttercup." You tap on Varka's thigh. "And make sure to spread your cheeks wide because I'm rimming and lubing you up."

Varka rolls over on his hands and knees, bending over to present his asshole to you. "Oh, you're spoiling me today, aren't you?" Varka giggles, wiggling his ass in the air.

You stroke his ass cheeks, giving it a cute, light tap before spreading his ass wide open. You lean down and spit on his asshole. You start licking around and on his puckered hole, sending shivers down Varka's spine. You bury your face in Varka's ass, licking and poking his anus with the tip of your tongue.

Varka jolts, gripping the bedsheet with a tight fist. You penetrate your tongue into his anus and start wiggling it around, thrusting it in and out of his butthole. You eat his ass for ten minutes (who's really counting?) before pulling away, but of course, not without biting his ass cheeks and leaving bite marks behind.

"Ow! Fuck, [Y/N], I'm going to cum if you continue doing that." He whines, looking at you over his shoulder with a pout.

You slap his ass and attach your dildo to the strap, grabbing the lube on the nightstand. "It's okay to cum early, Varka. It won't be the first time you do." You snort.

Varka's protest dies in his throat when you spread his legs wide open and start covering your fingers with lube, and pouring a decent amount onto his ass hole. You watch the lube drip down his ass hole and to his ballsack, dripping onto the sheets. You massage Varka's asshole with your index finger before inserting it into his anus. Varka gasps softly, closing his eyes when he feels you slide your finger into his aching hole. You proceed to thrust your finger in and out of his anus before adding another finger, stretching him out.

"Can't you just put it in already?" Varka mumbles, biting his bottom lip as his arms begin to shake underneath him.

You kiss your teeth, shaking your head while reaching for the bottle of lube near your knees and dousing your ring finger with it. "Be patient, Varka. It's going to hurt if I don't prep you." You then insert your ring finger into his asshole, stretching him out further.

Varka squeezes his eyes shut when he feels his anus stretch out more after you insert a third finger, sliding them in and out of him repeatedly. You grab onto his cock with your unoccupied hand and start pumping his throbbing cock. Dear Archons, he's so horny that he's rock hard. You don't think his cock has ever felt this hard before, but then again, it has been months since you and Varka have had sex.

Because you're stimulating both his asshole and his dick at the same time, Varka starts shaking almost uncontrollably. The bedroom is filled with Varka's panting and whimpering, followed by squelching from your fingers penetrating his asshole repeatedly. Varka tenses up, and before he knows it, hot ropes of cum spurts out of his cock and onto your hands and the bedsheets.

You snicker, pulling your fingers out of his asshole and smacking his ass cheeks before attaching the dildo to your harness. Once it clicks into place, you make sure it's fully secure. You grab the bottle of lube and pour it onto the palm of your hand before lathering your sparkly, ten-inch pink vibrating dildo with it.

You line the dildo up to Varka's awaiting asshole and spread his cheeks wide. You prod his entrance with the dildo's mushroom tip before sliding it in without any complications. Varka moans, backing his ass up to swallow all ten inches of the toy.

You let Varka adjust to the length and thickness of your dildo, rubbing the globes of his ass while waiting for him to give you the signal to start. A few minutes pass, and Varka wiggles his ass. You plant both your hands firmly on his waist, slowly pulling your dildo out from his asshole until only the tip is inside. You thrust forward, watching his hole swallow your dildo.

"It's been too long, huh?" You sigh, turning on your dildo as it starts to vibrate, sending shockwaves through both your and Varka's bodies. "I miss this so much."

Varka whimpers, biting his bottom lip until he tastes copper. You slowly pick up your pace, thrusting faster and faster into Varka while keeping an iron grip on his waist. You watch his ass cheeks ripple with every thrust, his back arching when you hit his g-spot that's nestled deep in his anus.

An endless stream of whimpers, moans, and gasps comes from Varka the longer you continue to piston into him. Varka's arms wobble underneath him before ultimately giving out, forcing him to bury his face into the pillow. You stop thrusting, dildo still vibrating in Varka's ass.

You reach for a pillow nearby and fold it in half, lightly tapping on Varka's ass. "Can you lift yourself a little bit, Varka?"

He does as he's told and props himself up on his elbows. You place the folded pillow underneath him, and he lies on the pillow, still propped up on his elbows. You proceed where you left off, increasing your pace and slapping his ass cheeks until they're bright red and swollen.

"[Y/N], I don't think I can last much longer." Varka cries out.

You don't respond, reaching for Varka's hard cock with your right hand and begin pulling on it. Varka jolts, hugging the pillow to his chest as he feels a familiar feeling building up deep within him. Since he cummed earlier, you're giving him a handjob while thrusting your vibrating dildo into his ass simultaneously, which is not only pushing him towards another orgasm, but he's feeling quite overstimulated (but he's not complaining; he loves it when you do that to him).

"[Y/N], [Y/N], [Y/N]," Varka whimpers your name like a mantra.

Your hand, that was on his waist, slides down to his ass, giving it a squeeze and a slap. "Don't hold back if you can't. Cum for me, Varka."

It's almost like he can cum on command because once you tell him to cum, Varka comes undone almost immediately. Varka arches his back, his head thrown back with a loud guttural groan, his face bright red with sweat trailing down his face. Long, thick ropes of cum spurts out from his cock and onto the sheets and pillow that's underneath him.

You slowly pull out of Varka, turning off the vibrating dildo and taking the harness off with a sigh. "Are you alright?" You whisper, brushing his disheveled hair from his forehead.

Varka pants, rolling over on his back. "Holy shit, that was so good." Varka moans, laughing as he wipes away the sweat from his forehead. "I think Helene should visit her aunties and uncles more often during the weekends."

You snort, lightly slapping his bicep before getting up to go to the bathroom, grab a rag, and clean up the mess. After cleaning up Varka and changing out the bedsheets, pillow cases, and blankets, you collapse next to him in bed. Varka rolls over to his side and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing the top of your head.

"Hypothetically, if I were to become pregnant with baby number two and it's a boy this time, what would you name him? I was wondering, since I got to name Helene, it wouldn't be fair if I were the only one who named our children." Varka murmurs into your hair, playing with the strand.

You hum, snuggling against him. "I would name him after my uncle, Halfdan."

"Halfdan, the son of Varka and [Y/N]. I like it, it suits him." Varka murmurs.

You snort. "He's not even conceived yet." You reach up and lightly pinch his cheek.

"Yet, but I'll wait a few days to see if I'm pregnant again," Varka replies, shooting you a cheeky grin.

Note: I have channeled all of my brain power to this Varka smut, and needless to say, I have nothing left behind. I was also working on a Leon Kennedy fanfic simultaneously as well. That is what I call dedication. And no, I have not started or completed the Genshin Archon Quest, or character story quest. So, any new Genshin updates will be through either commissions or once I finally start and complete the quests. Anyway, to all my new and returning readers, keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3! Link to the commissioned version: Two Sides of The Grand Master II (Commissioned Ver.)

Varka slowly guided you to sit on a low stone bench, immediately dropping to his knees right in front of you so he was eye-level, completely stripping away his commanding grand master presence. His massive calloused hands came to rest gently on your trembling knees, their steady weight providing an instant anchor as your chest heaved shallow, panicked gasps.

“Hey, take it easy. Look right here, I’ve got you,” Varka murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that was soothing, entirely devoid of his usual loud theatrics. He took one of your shaking hands and pressed it flat against his broad chest, right over his heart, letting you feel the steady, slow rhythm of his own heartbeat. “Don’t worry about the crowd,” he continued. 

“Just match my breathing. Big breath in…” He paused, drawing in a deep, exaggerated breath himself. His broad chest expanded slightly beneath his clothing and armor. Seeing his steady composure, you shakily sucked in a shallow breath, trying your best to natch the immense depth of his. 

“...And let it out.” His chest slowly collapsed as he released a long, steady exhale through his mouth. You followed his cue, letting the trapped air rush past your lips, your tight shoulders dropping as your body finally began to mirror his relaxed posture. “There you go. We’re staying right here as long as you need, no rush at all.”

.𖥔 ݁ AETHER

Aether’s golden eyes would widen in immediate concern the moment he noticed your fingers gripping his sleeve with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity, your breathing turning sharp and shallow. Having traveled across countless nations and witnessed all forms of distress, he recognized the onset of panic instantly and moved with a quiet, practiced efficiency to protect you. He silently waved Paimon away, giving the floating companion a look to stay where she is before taking your hand in his and gently leading you away from the busy marketplace into the serene, empty docks of the harbor where the open air could give your lungs room to breathe.

The gentle lapping of the ocean waves against the wooden docks provided a soft, rhythmic backdrop as the cool sea breeze swept across your face, helping to clear the suffocating weight in your chest. Aether sat closely beside you on the edge of the pier, his shoulder rubbing against yours to offer a constant sense of physical security without crowding your space. He held your hand with his, his thumb gently and repeatedly tracing smooth, comforting circles against the backs of your knuckles.

“I’m right here. You’re safe with me,” Aether said softly, his voice carrying the calm, steady assurance of a seasoned traveler who had weathered a thousand storms. “Just focus on the sound of the water. Take a deep breath with me. In…”

Aether slowly expanded his chest, drawing in a deep breath of the salty harbor air. He held your hands a little tighter, waiting patiently until you tried to mimic the motion, your chest rising with a shaky, desperate gulp of air as you fought to fill your lungs. “...and out.”

He let his breath go in a long, quiet sigh. He watched you intently as you followed his lead, his golden eyes tracking the slow rise and fall of your chest as the rigid tension finally began to drain from your shoulders, a gentle smile now outstretched on his lips. “You’re doing great,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “we can just sit here and watch the waves until you feel better, okay?”

.𖥔 ݁ WRIOTHESLEY

Wriothesley noticed the sudden, icy tremor in your hand where it rested in the crook of his arm, your footsteps faltering as you walked through the dimly lit, echo-prone corridors of the fortress’ upper levels. His sharp eyes immediately took in your pale complexion and the way your gaze darted frantically around the enclosed metal space, recognizing the onset of claustrophobic panic before you could even try to hide it. Without a single word of fuss, he immediately pivoted on his heel, using his large frame to guide you through a nearby service door and into the private, spacious sanctuary of his personal office, immediately locking the heavy doors behind you to guarantee absolute privacy.

The heavy click of the deadbolt sliding into place signaled that the outside “world” was completely locked away, leaving only the dim, cozy warmth of the office and the crackle of the radiator. Wriothesley didn’t push you into a chair, instead, he pulled you directly against his broad chest, wrapping his heavy arms around you to completely envelop your smaller frame in his comforting warmth.

His massive hands rubbed slow tracks up and down your spine, his leather vest providing a solid, immovable surface for you to press your face against as you trembled. “Woah, easy there sweetheart. You’re alright,” Wriothesley murmured, his deep voice vibrating right against your ear in a lazy, soothing tone that cut through the loud ringing in your head. “Just lean into me and let it out. No one can get in here, and you don’t have to put on a brave face for me.”

He tightened his arms around you, burying his face into your hair as he drew in a heavy, deliberate breath, letting you feel the unwavering expanse of his chest expanding against your cheek. “Just breathe, real slow.”

You shivered against him, forcing your lungs to finally expand and mimic the heavy rise and fall of his chest as the crushing weight in your throat began to dissolve. “Yeah, that’s it. I’ve got you completely covered.”

.𖥔 ݁ FREMINET

Freminet felt a sudden, sharp spike of sympathetic panic the moment he looked over during your walk along the quiet shores of the Court of Fontaine and saw you gripping your chest, your eyes wide with a quiet, suffocating terror. Because he was very familair with the crushing weight of anxiety himself, his initial instinct to shy away vanished entirely, replaced by a deep, protective need to help the person he cared about the most. He quickly scanned the area, finding a secluded alcove beneath a stone archway near the water’s edge, and gently took your hand, guiding you into the quiet shadow where no passing citizens could see your vulnerability.

The soft lapping of the Fontaine waters against the stone arch provided a familiar, comforting sound as Freminet helped you sit down against the cool masonry. He immediately sat down right next to you, his knees tucked slightly to his chest as he pulled Pers from his belt, gently placing the mechanical penguin into your trembling lap to give your hands something solid to hold onto.

His cheeks were slightly flushed with his own nervousness, but his eyes were completely focused on you, full of a gentle, understanding empathy. “I… I know exactly how this feels. It’s really scary, but it’s going to be okay,” Freminet whispered softly, his voice a quiet, comforting presence that didn’t demand any energy from you.

He carefully reached out, his fingers sliding into yours, squeezing your hand with a gentle reassuring pressure, “you don’t have to say anything at all.” He slowly took your cold shaking fingers and wrapped them tightly around the small, solid frame of the clockwork toy, using his own hands to steady yours against Pers’ smooth metal shell.

“Just hold onto Pers, and hold onto my hand. Let’s listen to the water together, okay?” He took a slow quiet breath, consciously dropping his shoulders and tilting his head closer to yours so you could hear his steady respiration over the splashing of the nearby waves. “It’ll pass soon, I promise… I’m right here with you.”

DILUC

He would be the type of dad that makes sure his kids have everything they need or please. They want some apples? Sure, Diluc already has three full packages on its way to their home. They need some dandelions? No problem, he already bought and even collected a big amount. He'd make sure his children never lack anything.

He's not the clingiest person, not even with his kids, but he'd always kiss them goodnight. A sweet peck on their forehead as he tucks his little ones to bed. And if he had girl, Diluc would let her play with his soft red hair, letting her do his ponytail even if she's still not the best at it.

He'd adore and protect them just as much as he'd do with his lover, always doing anything that seemed necessary to maintain a peaceful life for his treasured family. I believe he'd be a bit strict, though, but not that much, he just doesn't want anything bad happening to them.

Diluc's love for his kids wouldn't be loud, it wouldn't be a blazing fire. Instead, it would be a warm and cozy flame, making them feel safe and guaranteeing even a little light on their stormy dark nights.

NEUVILLETTE

He is a busy man, I know, but I'm also sure he'd make his best to spare some time with his kids. He'd value honesty and transparency with his children, hence his effort to build a trustful relationship with them.

He'd definitely be a gentle dad, unable to see his little ones cry and not even give them a deep, sweet hug. He'd probably end up with teary eyes himself — silvery clouds threatening to rain over Fontaine for a few minutes, but he'd let his kids feel what they need to feel, murmuring a soft "it's okay, darling, dad's here" without letting them go.

He'd be so caring and so loving, even if it's in discreet ways. He'd care for his children way more than people would notice; someone observant enough could know by the way his gaze softens whenever he looks at his cute droplets playing around, making sure they're safe wherever they are.

If Neuvillette had a daughter, he would also let her play with his precious white hair, always wearing a matching bow with her at the end.

THOMA

He would not only be a great father, but also a great house husband. He manages the Kamisato's household duties diligently, of course he'd be able to take care of his kids with excellence.

His children would definitely love his food, and to be fair, who wouldn't? Thoma would prepare for them whatever they ask for, even cooking some of their favorite dishes randomly; the precious joy in their eyes would always warm his chest in cuteness overload.

He'd love to carry and play with his kids, but honestly? He'd do anything they want. He'd constantly make his biggest effort to guarantee some free time just for them, to be with them as they deserve.

Thoma would also be a great listener, and that obviously applies to his kids. He'd be the type of dad that his babies know for sure they can go with if they ever need a shoulder to cry on, giving them the coziest hug and always knowing how to cheer them up.

Let me know if you'd like part two of this, I've been thinking about some other options if you guys are interested!!

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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. Varka’s 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.

“Shh, shh…” Varka said, kissing your temple. “You’re okay, pumpkin.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t 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, “Fuck.”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. “Not so loud, pumpkin. You’re doing…” He grunted, thrusting his dick into you, making you see stars. “You’re doing great, hon.”

You clawed at the hands supporting your head, your vision blurred with hot tears. Petulantly, you whined, “Grand Master, you’re…too big…”

“You can do it, hon,” he whispered back hotly. “I know you can.”

“Oh, fuck,” you sobbed, feeling your insides throb when his tip mashed into your cervix. “Grand Master, please. Not so deep.”

“I’m sorry,” he answered immediately, his voice coming out rushed. In another soothing whisper, he said, “Shh, pumpkin, shh. I’m sorry.”

His hips didn’t thrust so deep anymore. You felt like you could finally breathe.

“I got carried away,” he murmured. “Your pussy’s so tight, hon. Feels so good for me.”

Those words were strangling you.

“You’ve gotten so good at this,” he told you. “So much better than when we first started. Hold on for me a little longer, yeah?”

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 wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive—no, it was quite the opposite—but 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 best—your rate of improvement was truly astounding. Even to yourself.

“All good, sweetheart?”

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, “Is it okay if I cum inside?”

“Yes,” you whined. “Yes, Grand Master, yes.”

“Mngh, just…just call me Varka, pumpkin.”

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, “Grand Master.”

“Varka,” he answered, his tone far more brusque than usual. Something about him sounded feral when he growled, “Call me Varka.”

Another rough thrust of his hips into yours had you squirming. “Oh, fuck,” you sputtered, your eyelids fluttering to the beat of your uncontrollable heart. “Varka.”

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.

“Varka,” you were crying. “Varka.”

“Fuck,” he whispered back. “Here you go, pumpkin.”

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.

“Varka,” you slurred, your eyes blurred by your tears. “I’m cumming again.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s good, pumpkin.”

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.

“Good job, pumpkin,” Varka murmured. “I’ll put you down, okay?”

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, “Wanna go home?”

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, “You might have to carry me.”

Varka laughed.

“Sure thing, pumpkin. I’ve got ya.”

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. Varka’s 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.

“Shh, shh…” Varka said, kissing your temple. “You’re okay, pumpkin.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t 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, “Fuck.”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. “Not so loud, pumpkin. You’re doing…” He grunted, thrusting his dick into you, making you see stars. “You’re doing great, hon.”

You clawed at the hands supporting your head, your vision blurred with hot tears. Petulantly, you whined, “Grand Master, you’re…too big…”

“You can do it, hon,” he whispered back hotly. “I know you can.”

“Oh, fuck,” you sobbed, feeling your insides throb when his tip mashed into your cervix. “Grand Master, please. Not so deep.”

“I’m sorry,” he answered immediately, his voice coming out rushed. In another soothing whisper, he said, “Shh, pumpkin, shh. I’m sorry.”

His hips didn’t thrust so deep anymore. You felt like you could finally breathe.

“I got carried away,” he murmured. “Your pussy’s so tight, hon. Feels so good for me.”

Those words were strangling you.

“You’ve gotten so good at this,” he told you. “So much better than when we first started. Hold on for me a little longer, yeah?”

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 wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive—no, it was quite the opposite—but 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 best—your rate of improvement was truly astounding. Even to yourself.

“All good, sweetheart?”

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, “Is it okay if I cum inside?”

“Yes,” you whined. “Yes, Grand Master, yes.”

“Mngh, just…just call me Varka, pumpkin.”

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, “Grand Master.”

“Varka,” he answered, his tone far more brusque than usual. Something about him sounded feral when he growled, “Call me Varka.”

Another rough thrust of his hips into yours had you squirming. “Oh, fuck,” you sputtered, your eyelids fluttering to the beat of your uncontrollable heart. “Varka.”

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.

“Varka,” you were crying. “Varka.”

“Fuck,” he whispered back. “Here you go, pumpkin.”

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.

“Varka,” you slurred, your eyes blurred by your tears. “I’m cumming again.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s good, pumpkin.”

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.

“Good job, pumpkin,” Varka murmured. “I’ll put you down, okay?”

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, “Wanna go home?”

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, “You might have to carry me.”

Varka laughed.

“Sure thing, pumpkin. I’ve got ya.”

“You should’ve seen it, the recruits nearly burned down half the training yard,” he’d start, grinning despite the bad state of his cuts on his large, muscular arms and legs, “and don’t even get me started on Lohen,” he tuts, shaking his head, “I swear any day now he will actually kill me.”  Your gaze goes from observing his face to the cuts on his arm. “You’re still bleeding,” you’d point out, towards one of the worse cuts. You reached over to the side of the sink's cabinet, grabbing a towel, wringing it with warm water before pressing it onto the wound. Varks winced, “Barely,” he’d say, entirely unbothered, “You should’ve seen what I did to the trainee, he’s–” “Varka.” “It’s fine,” he’d laugh, though he'd go quiet when he finally realised your hand on his arm.

NSFW: Unbeknownst to you, Varka’s laugh cuts off, a heavy silence filling the room instead, with his chest expanding in a deep, shaky breath in – the boisterous, confident captain persona slowly fading into a different type of hunger. Before you could pull the towel away to wring it once more, his other massive scarred hand shot out of the warm water, wrapping around your wrist. With a swift, effortless heave, he drags you right over the lip of the tub, causing the water to splash violently over like a wave. You crash into his chest, now clothes see-through and plastering flatly against your skin, exposing the shape of your perky breasts and waist that drove him insane. 

He doesn’t give you a second to complain, pinning you down to the side of the tub in one fluid motion – his calloused, rough hands running up and down each fabric and curve of your skin. His hungry tongue tastes every corner of your mouth, causing you to whine, hands finding and gripping onto his blonde locks for stability. He doesn’t tease; he doesn’t think either,  immediately bucking his hips, slapping his hardened thick length against your wet-clothed cunt. “If you’re gonna see me like this… and touch me like that… don’t leave me halfway, sweetheart.”

SFW: .𖥔 ݁LOHEN would be found with an arm over the tub, hand drumming and fidgeting at the edge of the makeshift wooden bathspot just a little outside the expedition camp, with the water just reaching around the top of his chest. The complaints from the recruits about his smell got to him – from the endless nights of staying up on watch and, worst of it all, the stubborn smell of blood that clung to his skin and armour. Against all arguments, he was finally ordered to take a bath before someone else passed out during training (cough… and not because of the long hours of training).

You hadn’t expected company when you had decided to slip away from camp for the same reason. Before you even stepped foot close to the bath, you could hear an odd rhythm of scratching and tapping against something near. As you treaded carefully, pushing the curtain to the side, a dagger greeted your head – aimed – shot – embedded deep into the tree. Certainly, a warm welcome to the relaxing bath you planned.

“Oops,” he’d say, not even flinching, already reaching for another blade tucked in gods knows where, like it was natural for him. “Reflexes. Can’t really turn those off huh,”  “What is wrong with you? You could’ve killed me?” you yell, trying to collect yourself and the pile of towels and clothes you held in your hand. “Nah,” he’d shrug, finally cracking that annoying stupid grin of his, “Would’ve missed ya again.” he pauses, “probably.” “Lohen.” “Relax, relax,” he cooed, “I’m always prepared, I thought I taught you that?” leaning back against the wooden tub with his arms tucked relax behind his head, watching you with far too much amusement for someone who’d just nearly ended your life right at your face, “Didn’t think you were the type of person to wander this far from camp at this hour though.” his gaze narrowing towards you. “Same reason as you, don’t act like I don’t know,” you say, stepping closer inwards, “About all the recruits complaining about the smell,” that earned a short laugh from him easing his restlessness, “Fair. Mmm, I might as well share the water then” he says shifting over, nodding his head as a gesture to the spot right next to him… in the empty tub, “unless… you’re scared I’ll throw something else at you.” “You wouldn’t dare.” “...No”, he’d admit a little softer, “Not now, when I know its you.”

NSFW: Eventually, after a lot of mental back and forth and telling LOHEN to look the other way, you’d let the towel slip from your body — finding your footing into the narrow makeshift wooden tub next to him. 

His lazy smirk returns to his face. “You still look like you’re scared I’ll attack you again,” he murmurs smoothly near your ear. Smoothly, he’d stretch out his arm, slinging it over the wooden edge behind you. The warmth from his bicep brushed against your bare back, pricking into your skin – fingers drumming against the wood again. You don’t move. Then his hands drift down, leaving the edge of the tub, slowly sliding down your shoulder before his palm cups your inner thighs, tracing slow circles, parting your legs a little further, squeezing your sensitive skin. You’d try to scold his name, yet it fails, coming out as a breathy moan; he simply hums, continuing to test your limits as his fingers deliberately brush against your cunt, testing how wet and slick you’ve become simply from his touch. 

After he'd finished teasing you, his fingers entered inside you, working to stretch you out just for him. Before you react, his other hand snaps to your head, anchoring deep into your hair, tilting your head back to force you to look into his half-lidded stare. He’d lean in, breath hot, brushing against your lips, until he finally kisses you, nibbling on your bottom lip, swallowing your whimpers. “Now tell me, did you expect this attack mm?”

SFW: .𖥔 ݁ Neuvillette would be found with his eyes closed, head tipped back against the tiles and throat bare to the ceiling, with his long white hair slipped loose, sticking across his wide chest and afloat in the tub.

You would find him tucked away in the Palais private bath with steam curling around him, accompanied by the sound of bitter rain hitting the window pane. When you entered after the silence as the permission to answer – he wasn’t startled, long knowing already that it was you the second your footsteps had entered the hallway to his palace. You would try to explain to him why you were there, because you were simply worried about him (and because of the endless downpour of rain cough). Although still a little confused and amused, he’d offer you a few words with a faint smile.

“I’m here to— It was a long day today,” you finally spluttered out, fiddling with the ending hem of your shirt. “You can go back to sleep”, he replies, cutting you off. “I can’t not until I know you’re–”  “Still breathing? Safe in my own bathtub?” he remarks, almost amused through his apparent exhaustion. “Don’t do that…” you mutter, your shirt now bunched up inside your fist, “don’t make me sound so foolish.” A brief pause. His eyes find yours, the sound of water shifting as he turns his head towards you, “I am not laughing at you…” his voice steadier now, “I simply find it strange that you would brave the rain at this hour, for something so trivial as my company.”  “This isn’t a trivial matter to me,” you stated firmly facing him. “... Stay then, if you’d like.”

NSFW: You couldn’t have said when it happened or how – only that you were seated at the edge of the bathtub, legs submerged in the warm water, resting at your calves. And Neuvillette, in turn, seemed unaware of when his temple had come against your knee as if it naturally belonged there the entire night. Before you even knew it, you would be inside the bath, clothes wet, straddled across his abdomen with hands clawing onto his large back for support. It started gently with light peppering kisses along your legs until it wasn’t. 

His tongue pushed inside your mouth while his delicate fingers fondled your breasts in slow circular motions, rolling his abdomen in desperate need for any friction against your clothed cunt. Yet you couldn’t care less about any of the clothes; the only thing on your mind was how badly you wanted him to keep touching you like this. “Stay with me,” he presses another kiss against your lips, “please, mon amour,” he pants, “just for tonight, I need you to stay here.”

SFW: .𖥔 ݁ WRIOTHESLEY would be found sunken low in the tub, with his messy, usual unbrushed wolfy hair deflated and clinging flatly against his head. The water would be still, almost too silent, missing the sounds of chaos from his usual sloshing and scrubbing.

He would be tucked away in his quarters below the fortress; the absence of chaotic splashing, complaints of how the tea was too cold, or his encounters with haughty ministers, and mutters about paperwork was the first thing that struck you. It was quiet. Still. And importantly, he didn’t even react the moment you entered; he didn’t look up right away or call out to you, his eyes fixed somewhere deep inside the water, someplace you didn’t understand yet.

“Hard day today,” he’d finally say, voice flat, “it was a case involving a kid, an orphan. He was my age when I–” his voice broke. He didn’t elaborate much further, jaw tightening right before he stopped. You’d move in closer without a word, kneeling by the tub’s edge, looking up at him. That was the exact moment when you saw something that made your heart sink – a small tear he couldn’t manage to blink away, slowly sliding down his cheek. “Hey–” your hand instinctively moving to his cheek without a second thought, reaching to brush it away with your thumb. He flinched, just slightly from surprise, before letting out a long breath. “Didn’t realise I was that soft now,” he’d mutter, a little embarrassed. “You’re not soft. I just know you Wrio.” A brief pause, where his eyes would finally meet yours – the man you knew behind the warden title.  “If you’re staying, just know that you’re gonna get the real thing…” he said quieter, eyes dropping to the water again, “just this, just me.”   Your thumb softly drew circles on his cheek. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

NSFW: .𖥔 ݁ WRIOTHESLEY went entirely still, letting the quiet sound of sloshing drown amongst the heavy silence of steam pumps and engines. Slowly, he tilted his head to the side, peering through the messy curtains of his bangs to look up at you with that stare. As you’re about to say something, his large scarred hand slides towards your neck, slowly sliding behind your neck – fingers entangling gently in your hair with his touch trembling slightly as he guides you over the tub.  The warm water swells over the edges, soaking through your lap and clothes. Gently, he holds and pulls you down onto his lap, holding you flush against his bare chest.

He digs his face into the crook of your neck, breathing shakily and low under your skin as he tilts his hips to move his length inside you. He’s slow this time, neither teasing nor fast like it usually is – sliding in heavy and achy before reaching your deepest spot. He’d hold himself deep inside you still, gently sucking the side of your neck, his palms smooth over your wet back, tracing the line of your spine with a tingling sensation like he was trying to drown the ghosts of his memories inside your body. A ragged sigh escapes his lips, forehead resting against yours, “Don’t leave me…”

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. Varka’s 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.

“Shh, shh…” Varka said, kissing your temple. “You’re okay, pumpkin.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t 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, “Fuck.”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. “Not so loud, pumpkin. You’re doing…” He grunted, thrusting his dick into you, making you see stars. “You’re doing great, hon.”

You clawed at the hands supporting your head, your vision blurred with hot tears. Petulantly, you whined, “Grand Master, you’re…too big…”

“You can do it, hon,” he whispered back hotly. “I know you can.”

“Oh, fuck,” you sobbed, feeling your insides throb when his tip mashed into your cervix. “Grand Master, please. Not so deep.”

“I’m sorry,” he answered immediately, his voice coming out rushed. In another soothing whisper, he said, “Shh, pumpkin, shh. I’m sorry.”

His hips didn’t thrust so deep anymore. You felt like you could finally breathe.

“I got carried away,” he murmured. “Your pussy’s so tight, hon. Feels so good for me.”

Those words were strangling you.

“You’ve gotten so good at this,” he told you. “So much better than when we first started. Hold on for me a little longer, yeah?”

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 wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive—no, it was quite the opposite—but 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 best—your rate of improvement was truly astounding. Even to yourself.

“All good, sweetheart?”

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, “Is it okay if I cum inside?”

“Yes,” you whined. “Yes, Grand Master, yes.”

“Mngh, just…just call me Varka, pumpkin.”

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, “Grand Master.”

“Varka,” he answered, his tone far more brusque than usual. Something about him sounded feral when he growled, “Call me Varka.”

Another rough thrust of his hips into yours had you squirming. “Oh, fuck,” you sputtered, your eyelids fluttering to the beat of your uncontrollable heart. “Varka.”

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.

“Varka,” you were crying. “Varka.”

“Fuck,” he whispered back. “Here you go, pumpkin.”

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.

“Varka,” you slurred, your eyes blurred by your tears. “I’m cumming again.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s good, pumpkin.”

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.

“Good job, pumpkin,” Varka murmured. “I’ll put you down, okay?”

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, “Wanna go home?”

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, “You might have to carry me.”

Varka laughed.

“Sure thing, pumpkin. I’ve got ya.”