Ok so this is a promp list for every writer that needs it, all i ask is that if you use one of these promps tag me (not because i want credits, i just wanna read it even if you take big creativities🥹)
Tw: most of them are nsfw and contain kinks, you can definitely change some of it to fit your own taste, i'll still eat it up
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HONKAI STAR RAIL
Phainon
Nsfw
> stalker!phainon taking your clothes (more specifically your underwear) to sniff the sweat out of it and jerk off
> phainon using reader as a weight for his work out and things just get messy really fast
> sugarmommy!reader x sugarbaby! Phainon with bottom!reader x top! Phainon where reader has a awful husband like in those fake ahh slop novels nut she's filthy rich and decides to just get with an intern of her company
>virgin!reader x boyfriend!phainon doing it for the first time, but Phainon was secretly really really REALLY thirsty and reader is low-key a weirdo
> mydei and reader teaming up to try and seduce phainon
>phainon seeing reader in lingerie for the first time
>knightchilhoodfriend!Phainon x scarycatprincess!reader but she calls him in the middle of the night after getting scared by a branch tapping the window or sm but the problem is that nightgowns are more suggestive than they look like
>village nun!reader x farmer!phainon where he is just working on his land without a shirt until he notices the nun that washes the clothes in the reaver besides his farm looking way too much to where he is
>ik this is a common trope but obssesed cummy!phainon x unawere!reader in a college seating, but instead of him just being a weirdo and thinking he's hinding it well, reader genuinely does not realize
Sfw
> date draining my boyfriend's wallet! With Phainon still financially struggling but happy (don't help him, he likes it there)
>ikyk that image of the boy with the merch of an idol and that idol next to him with the merch of that boy who is also an idol and both of them are wearing dark clothes and sunglasses but is obvious who they are, ok that but Phainon x reader
>(comedy) puppy! Phainon where he is a literal puppy thanks to a fail experiment from idk anaxa or sm and readers find him, he's overjoyed to get to be this close to reader until she tries to make an appointment to Castrate him "you have to make sure your puppy is healthy after all" (now that i think about it with mydei and anaxa it would also work
>sweethtooth!reader x phainon trying all ways to give them his salads
Argenti
SFW
> coffe date with eccentric knight (yes this is in-game au)
> sleeping beauty!reader x prince!argenti but not creepy like the movie
NSFW
>first time pulling his long ass hair while doing it
MYDEI
SFW
> gymbudies! Newbie!reader x mydei who is helping her
> mydei somehow got turned into a cat and now reader adopts him (not knowing it's mydei) and somehow finds the most unbothered and calm cat ever
(i say this as someone with a cat that likes to attempt to make me blind just for fun)
NSFW
>while doing it he realizes kremnoan!reader got a tattoo inspired by his war tattoes (yes, this specifically is kremnoan reader to make sure she understands the meaning of these)
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Varka
NSFW
> constant playfights turn heated after he lets you win
>not exactly ending up in sex but reader cooking and just starts cleaning a cucumber
> (this is definitely humor)siren!reader x pirate!varka where varka asks reader how siren anatomy works with having sex and children (i mean, same. I would also ask)
>villain!reader x hero!varka with the "i let them go! I was winning the fight, i pinned them down and they said "harder"!" Audio
SFW
> half-cat favonious captain!reader x varka BUT not any half cat, like instead of just being a girl with ears and a tail reader can just turn into a full cat, and decides to just go like that all the time, so new grandmaster varka spends an embarrassingly long time thinking that monstadt just took a random cat and made it a captain but until one day he's just bothering the cat so much that it gets annoyed and turns into the most stunning lady he has ever seen to scold him (ok that was long but i just like this idea so much)
>knight!varka x runawayprincesa!reader thry meet at a bar and varka just knows right way the girl with a black cape trying to cover her face so hard is a noble, maybe she left the castle to go to the festival downtown, maybe she just runned away from her problems
>mystic creature!reader x hero "i finally finish my journey"!varka, he finds her after finishing his journey and with the treasures he was promise he found a lake where a beautiful woman that claimed to be a fae/Fairy/elf idk was the protector of the place waiting for the hero
> pregnant!reader x varka where she has midnight demands like a specific type of burger or sm like that and wakes up varka to make him get it
>college student!reader x motorcycle!varka
(got this idea from here)
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Ok there's ideas tht are jsut too good for one character, so i'll just leave them here and what characters i think would fit, but if you have any other character that you want in this situation is also cool
> "breath in, breath out! Now drop now drop" Trend with varka, phainon and mydei (AND IF YOU CAN WRITE WLW PLEASE BEIDOU I'LL GIVE YOU MY SOUL) this trend
>contest! Who has the best ass? With varka, phainon and mydei with reader as the judge (yes, ik wrio also fits this, i'm just not really infatuated enough to read fics about him)
>them just obsessing over your tits .. (yes i know i say this so often, i just love tits) VARKA, phainon, anaxa, mydei, venti, and basically as much as you can fit
> curlyhead!reader with them seeing reader do her hair for the first time + sleeping with a bonnet(specially having black reader in mind (this definitely didn't come to me after spending like 3 hours doing twist in my hair)) by your favs
>college AU where they help reader study for her finals (similarity to my reality is a coincidence) with your favs
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You wake up with ugly ass cramps but varka is there to help! Or at least learn how to
F!reader x varka
Tags: cramps, period (no blood mentioned), varka lowkey learning, really really and i mean REALLY short idea i made in inspiration of me this morning, im not a writer i just did this because, reader is inspired in my experience with POC because that's what i know 🥺 and English is not my first language
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You woke up feeling the room strangely more illuminated than always, instead of the gloomy early sun rays that were always there when you opened your eyes the window was now casting bright lights from the middle of the morning, confused by this you figured you overslept for your daily routine, but the moment you even tried to move your legs you felt an excruciating pain go down your lower half.
Before you knew it you were groaning against your pillow and trying to not move... It wasn't supposed to be like this, you remember well taking your pills before this, so this suffocating yet known pain should be there, yet it was. And it was treating you like you owed it something, you were so concentrated in your pain and self-predicament you didn't even realize the door opened until you heard a raspy, worried voice come from the door
"are you okay?"
when you looked up you were both relieved he was there since you couldn't move, and at the same time baffled. 'Are you okay??' wasn't he seeing your nearly weeping face and how you were clearly groaning and turning out of the pain in your abdomen??
"what do you think?"
your voice came rougher and sharper than intended, but you didn't exactly have a degree in talking eloquently when your insides decided to go against you. Even after your rather rough reply you felt the bed sink a little and him sitting besides you
"is it cramps?"
he simply asked, as if he knew even if you had never showed him how much it actually affected you before
in response you nodded and gave a small sound, you really weren't in the mood for talking anyway. His hand left your face as you opened your eyes again, his face was now painted in worry as he stood up
"hang on, i'll give you something for it"
Varka was strangely serious now, while it was true this is the first time he saw your cramps going out of control, he was more of the type to try and light the mood with jokes or lift your spirits up, before you could even try to analyze it more he came back with a pushie in his hands
"uh... Lisa told me this might happen... So she told me to give you this..." -his voice was rather uncertain, as if he didn't know if it was true or lisa was just playing with his innocence in the topic, yet it's not like he had a better choice with his current knowledge and my clearly snappy state, so he just handed me the pushie, it felt so warm and fuzzy, so i pit it against my stomach right away, feeling the pain calm a little-
you sigh in relief as it calmed down more with the minutes, but when you looked up all you saw was varka looking attentive to your now exposed belly, as if wondering if it was actually working
"warm things help with the pain"
you say, now way calmer and actually able to move without feeling needless go from your womb to your legs, going through every part involve. He somehow looked relief at your verbal reassuring that you were better
"im glad, you really looked like you were having a hard time there"
he said now as always trying to lighten the mood
"yeah... "
you mumbled, but after a second or two you just opened your arms softly while looking at him, he quickly catched your message and lied down besides you, his hand going to your waist right away to pull you closer
his body was warm and big, giving even more support to your rather uncomfortable situation, making your eyes close again
"I don't wanna go out..."
you mumbled now Against his chest as one hand rested there and the other hugging the warmed pushie
"is okay, you don't have to then. I'll take care of everything "
varka reasured as his hand patted your hair and head
"i'll handle everything until you feel better, mn? How does that sound?"
he said as you snuggled even more against him, an approving sound coming out of you
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as promised, varka spent the whole day with you, made you food that you didn't sundely despise just because, put new hot water inside the pushie every time it went cold and even followed every single one of your petty demands, sweets, cuddles, staying on the bed all day and even letting you use him as a part of the bed you could sleep on if it good too bad, it came to a point that you felt singly bad to keep ordering around since you felt way better, but seeing him so eagerly learning how to take care of you when you needed it the most somehow made that feeling go away fast.
Now you two where on a spoon position, his hands replacing the pushie now as his face rested over your head, snuggled together like koalas
"mmmn... Stop that..."
you said with a bland voice, not having enough energy to even get mad as his hands were now kneading your belly a little
"is to help you, love. you said warm things helped..."
he argued as he gently kneaded the soft skin, not enough to count as playing with it, but enough to make you realize he was enjoying it way more than he should be, but at least he was kind of getting what he was supposed to do, just... Applying it very weirdly
i lowkey forgot ab drawing this so it's just a quick sketch of varka with his hair back (and screenshot bc the file wasn't chargin right on tumbl for some reason)
link to post this amazing beautiful gorgeous stunning art is referencing !!
HELLO MY JAW IS DROPPED MY EYES ARE BUGGED OUT THIS IS GORGEOUS WHAT THE HELL MIND OF QUICK SKETCH IS THIS ARE U ONE OF THOSE RKGK ARTISTS THAT SAY ITS A SKETCH AND THEN PRODUCE A RENAISSANCE PAINTING 😭😭😭
no but oh my god….. the way this is EXACTLY how i imagined him to be wheb i made that post…… HE IS SO CLASSICAL MOVIE ESQUE HERE WITH THE SLICK BACK AND CURLED ENDS 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
WAIT THIS IS SO PRIDE AND PREJUDICE CODED VARKA AS MR DARCY OEUFUDOSJD
im actually getting emotional over this its so beautiful and the renering is so pretty… varka in a suit with slick back hair u are so peak to me i love u so much and i love U 🫵 so much for taking the time to sketch this 🥹🥹🥹🥹
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now since i left such a long message i got into yapping mode and i LOVE yapping., but if there's something i love more than yapping is yapping about MYSELF, so yes you guessed it- you are getting a wall text about ME :D
i'll just give generals overals so i get the chance to keep bombarding your box button after
first of all, im from a law student in my first semester (yay.) i'm also a (former) loneler, so now somehow i have a really big social life and 0 idea how to manage it, but i have lots of vibes to try it
im from colombia (latin america, not columbia) so english is not my first lenguage, is spanish (you probably realized because i kinda suck a writing LMAO) i learned english via internet, so i use lot's of slangs without realizing
im more specifically from the coast of colombia, so my culture is specially loud and warm, i try to always keep it when i meet people online because my culture is important for me after all!
as you may have realized im an artist, been my whole life. but im also a singer! i just don't really post about it unlike my drawings, since i always post on twitter (and talk a LOT about myself and phaidei there, im phaidei n1 fan)
oh and i like girls, so if you ever decide to make a sapphic fic I'LL BE THERE THE APOCALIPSE COULD BE HAPPENING BUT I'LL BE READING IT. im currently in shortage of it because my fav is beidou and hoyo apparently does not give a shit about her, nor the community
my fav characters are beidou, venti, varka, kaeya, miko and phainon (yes i know there's pattern with drinking problems, but funny enough i'm actually not really into drinking)
ok i think that's enough for now, wouldn't want to overwelme you after all
yet expect to hear about me again :>
Ooh hi again Medea!! :) I’m so happy my encouragement to yap actually worked. :)💙
And I totally get the “suddenly very social” thing. I had a similar experience when I started my studies. Before that I was way more introverted (still am, though :D), but suddenly there were so many new people and situations. It was overwhelming at times, but also really good for growth. So I’m pretty sure you’ll find your rhythm too. :)
And it makes so much sense now that you’re from Colombia! :) You should absolutely stay the way you are. I love how open and expressive you are. It’s really refreshing. And you always have such good thoughts too. I love that mix of unhinged + insightful! :D
Also YES I noticed you’re an artist! And if that Varka art you sent me is any indication… wow. You’re so talented. :)
And you sing too?? That’s so cool. What kind of music do you like to sing? :)
Also: Another Phaidei enjoyer!! Very valid. I love their dynamic. :D
And we’ll see about sapphic content 👀 E.g. I did get a request for Castorice, so I might try that at some point. :D
And please keep yapping. I really enjoy talking to you and I appreciate your support a lot. :)
Hey! Sorry for this but PLEASE stop cluttering the varka x reader tags.
There's a tagging system for a reason 😭😭 I totally get that you're trying to get engagement on your post but I think just using the varka tag is fine if it's about him.
If you are not contributing to a certain discussion, it's best to keep out of it. NO HARD FEELINGS.
hey, lmao srry didn't realize i was cluttering the varka x reader with that one LMAO, after all (for me) it was still on discussion as just a comment, but i totally get where u are comming from (besides im not really that experimented with tumblr culture ) so i'll prob just do a tag for myself instead when is not directly ab varka
and ofc not hard feelings, glad you made me know this (so i don't keep embarrasing myself LMAO)
P.D: for future reference please let me know this kind of things, i promise i won't get mad! ofc as long as you don't get mean about it, just be mindful i probably don't know it, like this person did
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idk if you have curly hair so i'll try to make it more "general" (for all types of hair) but imagine varka with a super time consuming s/o in the way of taking a bath, doing her make up, picking up what clothes to wear and specially with her hair (may it be doing a curly routine or a blow out? i think that's what most straigh hair people do)
I think Varka would adore someone who goes through so many lengths to take care of themselves!
I imagine during his expedition to Nod-Krai him and the other knights probably had very limited opportunities to do things like wash up properly, so he'd probably initially be fascinated to see all the different kinds of technology you happen to use in your self care routine.
Definitely is surprised if you plan outfits the day before you wear them. Growing up he was a mixture of a few things, and that was both someone who wore the same shirt over and over again till it tore, and someone who was just too damn lazy to wear anything else but his favorite outfit all the time (most likely the one including that black shirt of is).
If you're someone who likes to wear makeup, he'd be stunned at your skills and precision with whatever kinds you like to wear. He kind of sees it like you're "painting" your face, which is fitting since he also considers you the most beautiful work of art he's ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Would probably be terrified if you showed him a blow-dryer for the first time. He's an older guy whose only method of drying his hair in his current and even younger days was "air drying" in the sun and letting the wind do it as well (not the best decision on his part as this has gotten him sick many times).
If you don't use a blow-dryer on your hair and use creams/mousse/leave-ins etc, he would be eager to help you apply them and absolutely give you a free scalp massage at the same time. He loves pampering you every chance he gets, so if he can help you out with something you normally do to care for yourself, he treats it like a way to take care of you even more than he already does.
Hi, also my other idea is vrka x reader's boobs, like just light headcanons or maybe a drabble of him being thristing over her boobs
Feel free to just pick one of my requests, both or none at all
When He Gets Obsessed Over Your Chest (Varka x Reader. Headcanons + Snippets)
A/N: Hi Medea :) You asked for him thirsting, and apparently I interpreted that as “deep dive into the consequences of Varka being absolutely gone.” It...escalated. I fully blame him. (Side note: I saw your other ask too. I love the idea!)
Also: I’m currently working on several other fics for him (shorter and longer ones), but this turned into a very fun little palate cleanser in between. :)
A gentleman who goes dangerously still the first time he really notices your chest.
It happens when you lean forward to point at something—innocent, thoughtless—and your shirt shifts.
He stops mid-sentence.
Frozen.
Jaw locked. Breath held. Eyes flicking down for a fraction of a second before he wrenches them back up with a look that screams:
“Don't. Be. An. Animal.”
(He's barely holding it together.)
His stance shifts. Weight rolling back, shoulders squaring. Hands flex once at his sides before he crosses his arms, biceps straining.
He's not adjusting himself.
He can't adjust himself in public.
So he just stands there, trying to will his body into submission through sheer mental fortitude.
It's not working.
When you lean closer to show him something, completely oblivious?
His throat works. Adam's apple bobbing.
“Uh-huh,” he manages, voice rougher than it was three seconds ago. “Yeah. I see."
He doesn't see anything except the neckline of your shirt and the way fabric clings when you move and the effort it's taking not to look, not to think about—
He clears his throat. Hard.
“I should—uh—patrol. Right. Patrol.”
You blink up at him. "Now? It's barely evening.”
“Yep. Important. Very important.” He's already backing away, movements just slightly too careful. “See you tomorrow.”
He leaves before you can ask questions.
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Early Relationship
The first time you hug him—really hug him, full-body, arms around his neck—your chest presses against his sternum.
And Varka stops breathing.
His hands hover for a split second before settling on your back.
Then you shift slightly, getting comfortable, and—
His fingers twitch.
Slide lower.
Just to your waist. Still appropriate. Still safe.
But his thumb brushes the small of your back in a way that feels almost unconscious, and his breath comes out shaky against your hair.
“You okay?” you murmur.
“Mhm.” It's not convincing.
When you pull back, his pupils are blown wide, and there's a tightness in his expression that has nothing to do with discomfort and everything to do with restraint.
“Careful,” he murmurs, voice dropped an octave, rougher than you've ever heard it. "You keep doing that and I won't be responsible for what happens.”
Your breath catches. “What happens?”
His jaw works. Eyes dark and wanting and barely controlled.
“Ask me when I'm allowed to show you.”
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Established Relationship
Varka doesn't just like your chest.
He's obsessed. Doesn't matter the size. He wants his hands on you, wants his mouth on you, wants to bury his face between your breasts and forget the world exists.
The first time you're alone together, really alone, his control shatters.
His hands are big and warm and callused, and they cup your breasts like he's holding something he's been starving for.
He exhales hard through his teeth.
There's urgency in the way he touches you. Palms sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing over the soft curve, fingers squeezing just enough to make you gasp.
“Varka—”
“Say my name again." It's not a request.
His mouth finds the swell of your breast, and he groans. Deep, guttural, the sound vibrating against your skin.
Your back arches involuntarily, pressing more of yourself into his mouth, and the sensation makes you gasp his name.
He kisses you there like he's trying to memorize the taste. Tongue dragging slow and deliberate, teeth grazing just enough to make you lean into him.
“Perfect,” he mutters against you, breath hot. “You're so perfect.”
His hands are everywhere. Cupping, kneading, lifting so he can take you into his mouth with a hunger that borders on feral.
When you whimper?
He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and wild.
Your chest is heaving, skin flushed, and the way he's looking at you—like you're everything—makes heat pool low in your belly.
“That's it,” he mutters. “Let me hear you.”
And when you arch into his touch, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer?
He loses it completely.
Hands tightening on your waist, mouth working over you with single-minded intensity, groaning your name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
“Mine,” he mutters against your skin. “All mine.”
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When You're On Top
When you straddle him, Varka tries—he really does—to keep his hands on your hips.
Appropriate. Respectful.
He lasts approximately five seconds.
His gaze is locked on your chest. Watching the way you move, the way gravity does things to his self-control.
His grip on your hips tightens.
Then his hands start sliding up.
Slow. Deliberate. Like he's testing to see if you'll stop him.
You don't.
His palms cup your breasts, and the sound he makes is wrecked.
The heat of his hands sinks into your skin, calloused palms rough against softness, and the contrast makes you shiver.
His thumbs brush over sensitive peaks and you feel it everywhere. Spine arching, breath catching, thighs tightening around his hips.
“Damn, look at you…” His voice is gravel and want. “Riding me like this, letting me touch you—"
You lean forward, and his brain short-circuits.
“Fuck—”
The word punches out of him as your chest fills his vision, and his hands fly up to grab your waist like he needs the anchor.
“Do that again,” he demands, voice raw.
You do.
He groans, and his hips buck up involuntarily.
When you cup his face and press it between your breasts?
His hands lock around your back, pulling you down, and he buries himself there.
Breathing hard, groaning, mouthing at your skin like he can’t help himself.
“Killing me,” he mutters, muffled and desperate. “You're killing me.”
You feel him hard and aching beneath you, and the knowledge that you've reduced this mountain of a man to trembling need makes heat coil low in your belly.
“Varka—”
“Don't stop.” It's almost a plea. “Don't stop.”
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When He Takes Control
When Varka pins you beneath him, there's nothing tentative about it.
He's all solid muscle and controlled strength. One hand beside your head, the other sliding up your side, fingers spanning your ribs easily.
He's so much bigger than you, and the way he uses that size to cage you in, to surround you completely, makes something primal coil tight in your core.
His mouth finds your neck, your collarbone, working lower with kisses that are wet and hungry and claiming.
When he reaches your chest, he doesn't ask permission anymore.
He takes.
Palms cupping you, lifting, squeezing as his mouth closes over one breast through your shirt.
You gasp, arching, and he growls in approval.
“That's it,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to yank your shirt up and out of his way. “Let me see you.”
And when there's nothing between you and him?
He devours you. Mouth hot and demanding, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make you cry out.
His hand works the other breast. Rough, possessive, perfectly calibrated to the edge of too much.
“Been thinking about this,” he groans against you. “Can't stop thinking about you. How you taste. How you sound when I—”
He sucks hard, and you keen.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Like that. Just like that.”
His hips press against yours, and you feel exactly how affected he is. Hard and straining and barely restrained.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, pulling back to look at you. Eyes wild, pupils blown, chest heaving.
“You," you manage. “I want you.”
His expression goes wild.
“You have me,” he rasps. “Every part of me.”
And then his mouth is on you again, and he's touching you like he's trying to prove it.
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Public Teasing
Varka knows exactly what he's doing.
You're in the plaza, surrounded by people, and his hand settles casually on your back.
Except it's not casual.
It's deliberate.
His palm slides up your spine, thumb brushing the side of your ribs. Just barely grazing the curve of your breast.
No one else notices.
You notice.
Your breath hitches, and you feel him lean closer, mouth at your ear.
“Easy,” he murmurs, voice low. “Keep making those sounds and I won't be able to stop myself.”
“We're in public,” you manage.
“Yeah, I know.” His hand presses firmer, thumb stroking once. “Doesn't change what I want to do right now.”
Heat floods your face…and lower.
“Varka—”
“Walk with me.”
It's not a suggestion.
His hand drops to your wrist, and he guides you through the city with the easy confidence of a man who knows exactly where he's going.
Behind the tavern. Into the shadowed alcove where barrels are stacked and no one ever looks.
The second you're out of sight, his control snaps.
He backs you against the wall, hands bracketing your head, mouth crashing onto yours with hunger that's been simmering all evening.
His knee slides between your thighs, and when you gasp, he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Tongue claiming, teeth nipping, consuming.
When he finally pulls back, you're both breathing hard.
“Tell me I can touch you,” he demands, voice wrecked. Forehead pressed to yours, hands trembling where they frame your face.
“Please—”
That's all he needs.
His hands slide down, cupping your breasts through your clothes, and he groans like he's been holding back for hours.
“Need you.” His mouth finds your neck, biting gently. “Need to feel you. Taste you. Make you forget your own name.”
His hands work you through fabric. Squeezing, kneading, thumbs circling until you're arching into him, whimpering.
“That's it,” he mutters against your throat. “Let me hear you. No one can hear us here. Just you and me.”
When his mouth closes over your breast through your shirt, you nearly sob.
The wet heat of his mouth soaks through fabric, and your hands fly to his hair, gripping hard enough that he moans against you. The vibration makes you whimper, and he answers by sucking harder, teeth grazing even through the barrier.
“Ohh,” you breathe, and he makes a sound that's pure satisfaction.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and starving.
“If we weren't in public,” he says, “I'd have you bare and under me already.”
Your knees nearly give out.
“Varka—”
“Soon,” he promises, voice rough. “Soon I'm taking you home and I'm not letting you leave my bed until you can't remember anything but my name.”
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BONUS: The Moment He Breaks
It's late evening. You're in your apartment, comfortable and unguarded, adjusting your shirt.
Varka's sitting at your table, supposedly reviewing some report.
He's not reading. He's watching you.
The fabric shifts as you move, and his jaw tightens.
You bend slightly to pick something up, and your neckline dips.
The sound he makes is quiet, but you hear it.
A rough exhale.
You straighten, turning to look at him.
He's staring. Not even pretending otherwise.
“Varka?” Your voice is soft. “You okay?”
He blinks, seeming to surface from wherever his thoughts had gone. “Trying to be,” he mutters.
There's tension radiating off him.
He stands slowly, and there's something predatory in the movement.
He crosses to you in three strides.
Stops just close enough that you can feel his body heat.
His hand rises—hesitates at your waist—then settles there.
“You got no idea,” he says, voice low and strained, “what you do to me.”
You lean into his touch, emboldened by the way his breath catches. “Show me.”
For a moment, he just stares at you. Then something in his expression cracks.
“You're sure?” His voice is barely controlled. “Because if I start, I'm not stopping until—”
“I'm sure.”
The last thread snaps.
He pulls you against him, and you feel exactly how much he's been holding back. Hard and wanting and barely restrained.
His forehead drops to your shoulder, hands sliding up your sides with hunger.
“Please,” he breathes against your neck. “Let me touch you. I've been going insane.”
“Yes—”
His hands cup your breasts before you finish the word.
The groan he makes is obscene.
“Finally—”
He's desperate.
Palms kneading, thumbs circling over sensitive peaks through your shirt, and when you gasp his name he loses it.
Yanks your shirt up without finesse, and the moment there's nothing between his hands and your skin, he makes a sound like he's been starving.
His mouth finds your breast, and the heat of it makes you cry out.
He groans in response, tongue circling, sucking, devouring while his hand works the other. Pinching gently, rolling, driving you insane.
“Varka—oh—”
“Say it again,” he demands against your skin.
“Varka—”
“Louder.”
“Varka—”
He pulls you down onto the floor and settles over you with single-minded intent.
His weight pins you, one knee pressing between your thighs, hands bracketing your head. You can feel all of him. The solid muscle of his chest, the heat radiating off him, the evidence of exactly how much he wants you pressing insistent against your hip.
“Been thinking about this,” he mutters, mouth trailing down your sternum. “Every time you move. Every time you lean close. Wanted my mouth on you. My hands. Wanted to make you fall apart.”
He's kissing everywhere—your breasts, your ribs, the soft skin of your stomach—like he's trying to worship every inch.
His hand slides up your thigh, grip firm and possessive, and when he settles his weight between your legs you feel the full reality of what you've done to him. All that controlled strength, all that barely-leashed want, focused entirely on you.
“Tell me you want this,” he demands, voice rough. Not asking permission—he already has it—but needing to hear you say it.
“I want you,” you breathe. “All of you.”
His eyes go molten.
“Then hold on to me,” he warns. “Because I'm not stopping until you're shaking.”
And then he shows you exactly what that means.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. More Varka to follow soon.
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Hot take: I don't like yandere varka (no dirt to any writers, this is not to someone in specific) because that just defeats varka's charm. The whole point of how charming he is is that he is this strong big guy that if he wanted to he could just get everything he wants by force, YET he doesn't. He is considerate, emphatic and even if hia appareance is so intimidating you just can't help but thrust him completely because there's no secret reason behind his behaviour, making him yandere and toxic kinda just takes away the flavour
Sometimes (when im in the gym) i wish i had a mydei gym buddy that helps me get everything right and so I don't feel so ashamed after butchering the easiest exercise ever