#mo yi smut

[alstroemeriadissonance]

Dr. Richter's Demonstrative Reading (NSFW)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VYN!

Smutty PWP with shades of religion kink. This fic commits blasphemy on the Catholic religion.

“Mm, that prayer,” the Priest grins wickedly. “Yes. That would do. Nicely.” He slams his fingers inside you to punctuate his delight at your choice. “Go ahead. Start now. I am waiting.”

“Oh my God, I am very sorry for having offended thee.”

He lay on his back, his hands urgently guiding you to sit on his face. You lower your dripping sex over his waiting mouth that captures your slit in a sloppy French kiss. His tongue starts running stripes along the entire length of your slit, each stripe ending with a flick at your clit.

“Mmph–”

“Don’t say another word apart from the prayer,” he says in between licks. “Continue.”

Upon reaching the end of the page Vyn looked at Rosa, slowly bringing his finger to his mouth; the tip of his tongue coyly peeking from between those delectable lips that she loved to lick and suck on. His hawkish, golden gaze watched her reaction carefully as he touched his tongue with the pad of his fingertip.

Rosa silently returned his gaze head-on; the faint blush on her cheeks and the fast rising and falling of her chest betraying how turned on she was by the psychiatrist’s reading of the smuttiest chapter in her favorite erotica.

“Well? Do you want me to turn the page and…read more?” He planted the pad of a saliva-moistened fingertip onto the page, readying himself to turn to the next should she say yes.

A particularly strong breeze reminded Rosa where they were, before she answered his question. They were seated comfortably in his rose garden, the pleasant late-afternoon sunlight a fitting backdrop for her favorite weekly appointment with her beloved doctor: their Sunday reading. Professor and teaching assistant sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, sharing a book between them. Vyn liked to read historical romances; Rosa liked a bit of fantasy in her stories.

It was supposedly a romantic activity, a benign, relaxed shared moment between them, where they share interests with each other. Learning about each other. 

Sometimes asking all too intimate, maybe uncomfortable, questions to each other. 

Certainly not a time wherein they play tug of war with that invisible wire of sexual tension, trying to figure out who would eventually give out, give in, and beg for the other to give them what they so crave. 

And yet…

The chosen book for this weekend was Rosa’s guilty pleasure: her go-to erotica whose certain chapters she read whenever she felt the need to. A book so thoroughly used, that a certain chapter's pages are so well beloved that a slight tug could easily tear them off the binding; the upper corners almost mangled with the several dog ear folds.

The doctor found it amusing: imagining his little beloved—horny, and needing relief—stealing away with the book to some dark corner in her office, hitching up her skirt, sliding her panties down her knees to let her rub her slick clit while she silently read the pages. 

Does she whisper the name of the fictitious demon priest in the story when she comes?

Or does Rosa call for him?

He repeated his still unanswered question. “Pet? Do you want to continue?”

Then, as soon as he noticed her zoning out—enthralled, perhaps?—with her eyes trained upon his face he bit his lower lip invitingly, then let his tongue-tip trace its length. 

It seemed to work: Rosa blinked several times, as if waking up from a daydream, and she started to look at him—really look at him—and she finally nodded. What was once a faint blush on her cheeks bloomed into a full on blaze of embarrassment. “Yeah. Yeah…let’s continue.”

Vyn smiled as he turned the page, and continued: “I detest all of my sins because of thy just punishment.” Then, with a small, furtive smile he lovingly whispers the next few words taken from the book: “You lean forward as you grind your sex against his wonderful mouth, planting your palms onto the demon's naked stomach, giving the tip of his shaft a small kiss.” His low voice dripped with honey and sweetness and lust. “His erect cock twitches in response.”

The doctor placed the pocketbook down on the table. “Tsk. tsk.” He mockingly chided his beloved junior lawyer, moving in his seat on the outdoor garden sofa to better face her. “So this is what your fantasies are made of,” he gently ran his knuckle across the burning skin of her cheek. “Are you sure you want to keep reading?” 

Rosa wanted nothing more but to look away and bury her face in her hands, to curse herself from even daring to suggest reading her favorite smut with her new lover for laughs. 

Yet Vyn was having none of it, and with a careful yet firm hold on her chin he tilted her face towards his. “Look at me, Rosa. Do not avoid me, my lovely rose. You have been teasing me, after all. I am merely giving you what you want.” Golden eyes bore into hers, his expression tinged with just a little bit of devilish amusement. “What I mean is, do you want to keep only reading, or…” 

He took one of her trembling hands, and slowly, tantalizingly guided it down his abdomen, down to his crotch; letting his lover feel just how much he was affected by her choice of literature. “...we can do some…supplementary activities to enhance today’s session.” His grin grew wider at the visible signs of her confused arousal: dilated pupils. Flushed complexion. Shallow breathing. 

The delicious squirming of her thighs.

He decided to up the ante, just a little push to help his shy beloved along towards a more pleasurable evening: he pressed her hand held between his thighs even closer, making her feel his stiff cock twitch at her touch through the fabric of his trousers. “You would be silly, little pet, if you expect me to keep my hands to myself after making me read your…”

Rosa could only gasp as Vyn leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear, “...dirty, dirty desires.” He then let out a low chuckle, his voice pouring into her ear like warm, dark honey. “You suggested we read your obscene fantasies, because you cannot voice them out loud. Shh—do not look away, look at me. I understand you. I understand you so perfectly well.”

A soft nibble on her earlobe. His hot breath fanned against the side of her face still glowing red with intense blushing. “I propose a more demonstrative reading for today, Rosa. Are you interested?” His voice comes sultry, tempting. A wet kiss on her cheek. “I promise to go easy on you. Heh.”

Rosa, of course, was not too naive to understand what he was propositioning. Her breath hitched upon hearing her suddenly amorous lover’s suggestion. 

She had indeed hoped that her time with him would end on a spicy note; something that would fill her with daydreams that would see her through the dreary workweek. Yet they have been lovers for only a month, and Vyn had been nothing but gentlemanly and polite…

…until she thought to make him read her basest desires.

She had nervously watched his reaction when she handed him her well-worn pocketbook earlier. She had expected something like a slight expression of embarrassment, or shock, perhaps, that she would be so bold to suggest something very crude, when their relationship was still new. 

But no. The look on Vyn’s face, when he saw the racy cover and scanned the back blurb, was a certain, hungering desire, flickering like a fire in his eyes. 

And that she had inadvertently provoked it out of him.

Rosa took a deep breath to collect herself, before answering, “I am interested.” She wanted this. She was not going to back off, especially after starting the entire thing. “How do we go about it?” Her hand—still groping her lover—gave his cock a soft squeeze, prompting a loud moan out of him.

“Mmm…pet.” Vyn indulged in a deep French kiss, languorously sucking on her tongue like candy as his hand reached for her book placed on the table. “I read, and…” Another wet kiss, a quiet, low growl emanating from his throat. “We perform the act being described. Easy, yes?” It proved particularly hard for him to stop kissing her, not when she returned his kisses with her own inexpert attempts yet filled with such fervor. Seeing her trademark earnestness applied in something lewd and passionate made him go crazy. “Ah, fuck…”

He finally managed to pull away from their torrid embrace, just enough for him to open the book and flip to the next well-creased page. “Hmhmm…what do we have here?” Vyn took a few seconds to quickly scan the lines, until a smug cat-like grin played on his lips. He then proceeded to read out loud:

“You wanted this. You still want this. I am amused by the thought,” One of his hands flutter down to your wet cunt, inserting two fingers inside. “Deal with it.”

With a breathy laugh Vyn gently prods Rosa to stand in front of where he was seated. As soon as she did, facing away from him, he hiked up her skirt to reveal her modest baby blue panties; he was also treated to a tasty sight of where her stockings began, at that sweet spot just above the middle of her thighs. The absolute territory. 

The doctor could not help but to paw at her creamy flesh, the indulgent touches of his palms causing gooseflesh to bloom over her thighs. “Sit on my lap, my love,” came his enticing command; and as soon as Rosa gingerly perched on his lap—with something hard poking at her ass—he whispered to her ear yet again some of the lines that he just read off the book: “You wanted this. You still want this.” 

“Yes,” Rosa breathed, replying as if Vyn spoke to her and not merely acting out lines from the book. “Yes. I want this…” 

One of his hands crept down between her legs, his fingers sliding up and down her damp, clothed sex. “I see I am not the only one who is turned on, my Rosa, you are practically drenched.” Another sensuous chuckle that sent shivers straight down her spine. “Then again, it is your erotica of choice…”

His long, slender fingers deftly pushed the damp cloth covering her crotch to the side. With a low, drawn-out moan Vyn slides in two fingers inside her wet hole, inwardly thrilled about how much he sexually aroused his one and only object of obsession. “Deal with it.”

Rosa threw her head back, leaning it against his shoulder as she shuddered at his ministrations. And he wasn’t even doing anything else yet. “Oh god…oh god…” she moaned, finally—finally!—getting to experience that which filled her distracting daydreams of her lover. The schlicking sounds that betrayed her immense need only fed into her loop of sexual arousal. 

The movement of his fingers inside her were slow, deliberate, but he curled his fingers to seek out that sweet spot that seemed to push her even farther towards the edge. “God? There is no god to save you now, pet,” he whispered into her ear, his voice unmistakably taking on the quality of a tempter, an incubus. His words were punctuated by wet sounds coming from between her thighs, the tempo gradually increasing. “I want you to come for me, my sweet little innocent girl, commit sin with me and we shall both happily burn in ecstasy.”

“Haahh—Vyn, that’s not in the book,” Rosa moaned, her hips now starting to meet the thrusting of his fingers. His fingers felt incredible. The lewd sounds coming from between her thighs maddening, and if coming by his hands meant burning in hell Rosa was so sex-addled at that moment that she wouldn’t care at all, as long as burning in hell meant Vyn’s delectable fingers would fuck her to oblivion, while his ridiculously sensual voice flooded her sense of hearing. “But—shit, you’re so wonderful I—”

“Hahaha,” a lusty laugh escaped his lips. “I know, oh I know, pet, I am just…” His hips snapped in a single movement, thrusting his hard on against her ass to emphasize his following words: “...Very, very excited,” he hissed. “You have no idea how long I had to wait…”

“You waited?” Rosa moaned out loud, both at her exasperation at finding out that they could have relieved themselves much sooner, if only she was more honest with her needs; and upon Vyn starting to rub small, tight circles on her clit with his other hand. “Oh god…that’s…please, there—” Her cunt started burning hot, and her body tensed up, ready to explode in a violent orgasm, any moment now…

Feeling particularly impish, Vyn decided to tease his lover a little, if only to make the voluptuous moment stretch out a little longer. 

He abruptly pulled out his fingers, and only gave Rosa a shit-eating grin as she shouted previously unheard-of obscenities aimed at him for daring to ruin her orgasm. “Patience, little darling, you did make me stew and wait before you finally decided to be honest with yourself.” 

“Nngh—Vyn, if you don’t—if you don’t continue I’ll—” Rosa was almost on the verge of tears.

“Pray for me, little one, will you?” Vyn drawled, switching once more to the demonic priest character in Rosa’s book. “There is nothing more nourishing than the selfish wishes of the people who want to gain something out of nothing, and at the same time thinking that the very act is one of sacrifice.”

Rosa’s gasp was all too audible. He could easily tell that she liked what he was doing. 

Very much so.

“What is my penance, Father?” Rosa whispered. Another line that was not in the book; but Rosa was ad-libbing, and Vyn liked the idea of her slipping into roleplay so much that an idea occurred to him. It was a slight departure from the book, but still interesting, nonetheless. 

“We are not in an appropriate venue, my lamb.” He helped Rosa slide off his lap, tugging the hem of her skirt down with care. “Come, I will hear you, in the confessional. He straightened his waistcoat as he rose from his seat, offering her his hand. “Shall we?”

Rosa, ever so curious, chose to ignore how he stared down at her hungrily—more wolf than man of cloth—and took his cool hand with her trembling one. “Lead the way, Father.”

Silently Vyn led her through the garden and towards the farthest edge of his property; eventually Rosa found out that he was leading her to his garden shed, its facade a rather adorable facsimile of his Victorian-styled home. She had several questions about it, but Rosa kept them to herself at the moment.

Only inky darkness greeted them when Vyn pushed the door to the shed open, until he flipped the switch, at which a dim, orange glow spilled all over the neatly-arranged garden tools, and the surprisingly clean tiled flooring.

He closed the door behind them, and the door catch clicked with an hollow, almost ominous sound.

There was a folding stool propped against a wall, and Vyn took it, unfolding and setting it by a corner that was relatively clear of tools and clutter. He then took his seat, his back straight, and his hands folded on his lap; there was nothing but a serene smile on his face as he looked at Rosa—the very image of a proper priest, barring the clothes.

“I am ready to listen to your sins, my child,” Father Richter said, beckoning Rosa towards him with an elegant, slender hand. “Come closer.” As soon as she was at arm’s length he gently guided her to kneel by his feet. “Clasp your hands together, yes. Just like that,” His voice was kindly, a stark contrast to his heavy sexual overtures just moments ago. “And rest your hands on my lap.”

Rosa did all she was told.

“Well? What sins did my little, naughty, Rosa commit this time?” Vyn’s demeanor had changed once again, all of a sudden. He snapped back to the demonic persona, and he outright leered as he looked down at her. His lips curved in a cruel grin that did not quite reach his eyes. “Do not keep me waiting even more. I may have all the time in the world, but that does not mean I have the patience to go along with it.” Once again he took lines from the novel, but he spoke as if the words were his own; and his delivery quite menacing.

Rosa could feel herself go wet between her legs, once again. At the back of her mind she decided that if the demon looked, and spoke like Vyn, the world would have been the devil’s domain already, ages ago.

She eventually found her tongue and, as this part was not in the book, she decided to perform as herself, instead. “Father, I found myself looking at this man with lust.”

“Interesting, pet, but lacking in specifics.” The words rolled off Vyn’s tongue like strawberry ice cream, the cream melting, dripping off a hot, thirsty tongue. “Tell me, tell me exactly what you want to do with this man. Those lustful, immoral acts that you want to commit. The unspeakable deeds that you will use to corrupt such a proper, upstanding gentleman.”

Rosa stifled a giggle. Proper, upstanding gentleman. Really? After everything that happened? “Father Richter I…” The following words came out in a torrent, and surprised even Rosa herself. It could have been due to the headiness of the little game, or the ambience afforded by the enclosed, dark space to simulate a dark box, or even the faint scent of sex from their heavy petting moments before. 

She flashed him a half-smile. “I want to suck his cock, Father. I want to pleasure him with my mouth. I want to taste his fluids, his cum. I…” She took a deep breath. “I admit I am inexperienced, and I probably would do a bad job at making him feel good, but all day, almost everyday, Father, all I ever crave for is sucking him—”

“Shit.” Vyn deftly undid the buckle of his belt, and the fly of his pants. “More. Tell me more, pet,” he hissed as he pulled down his zipper with such urgency. “What about being fucked properly? Do you not want to ride him? Or feel his cock throbbing inside you?” He slipped his hand into the waistband of his underwear, pulling out his stiff cock, its tip glistening with precum.

Even in the dim lighting of the garden shed Vyn could pick out the blush of arousal that once again colored her cheeks. Her breathing started to shudder. “Yeah. I want him to fuck me hard. But I’m a virgin so—haha—maybe scratch that?” 

Vyn’s cock twitched upon hearing her sweet, sweet confession of wanting to get fucked. “Oh, but he will be so gentle with you, Rosa, so very, very gentle. He will make sure you feel good, first, maybe let you come first before he does, so you will come back, begging for more.” A sharp intake of breath. “Please, Rosa, take me in your mouth?” 

Her arms coiled around his waist as she brought her mouth to his weeping cock; with furtive licks she lapped the tip clean of precum. It tasted of how she imagined sex would taste like: a little bit of salt, and some forbidden magic. Rosa moaned as she started to work his dick into her mouth, inch by inch. There was something in the air, was her brief thought as her tongue swirled around his shaft, inside her mouth. Something in the air that was quite intoxicating, and made her want to devour more of him…

Vyn let out a helpless laughter as soon as she sucked him off in earnest, her head moving as her mouth slid up and down around his cock. It was at that very moment that he realized he had gotten more than what he had bargained for, and he asked for quite a lot already—he did not expect something as intimate, yet as base as sex would make him lose control like how Rosa did, now. “Damn it, Rosa, you are so wonderful,” he moaned, dropping his act. “So perfect, I—”

A shy hand fondled the base of his cock, warming his balls. “Shit—no, not yet, Rosa, stop—” Gritting his teeth he roughly pulled Rosa up, and away from his cock desperate to come. “No. I need to fuck you first. Let us share pleasure, yes?” Both pairs of hands frantically worked to hitch up her skirt and pull down her panties; as soon as Rosa kicked the scant, damp fabric off her ankles she prepared to straddle him, his twitching, throbbing cock in her hands as she carefully lowered her aching cunt.

“Yes, that is it,” Vyn murmured as he helped her along, his hands gripping her waist. “Just a little more—fuck, yess, good girl.” He threw his head back, eyes closed as Rosa’s nether lips slowly devoured his entire length. “Careful. It may be a little uncomfortable but—fuck!”

His encouraging words were cut off by Rosa’s eagerness to perform the ancient dance. Her hips rolled against his, ignoring the sharp, hot, yet sensual burn of cock inside her inexperienced pussy. “Haaahh—how is that, Vyn? Is that…Is this good?” She clung to his shoulders, biting her lower lip as she withstood the slight sting of first lovemaking, waiting for it to eventually turn into pure, unadulterated pleasure, just like how her choice of books oft described a young woman’s first sexual encounter.

“Good? You ask this, while you are fucking me senseless?” He let out another short bout of laughter, stifled by his grunts as he started pummeling into her from underneath. “God, Rosa, if you knew how much I am so…” His thrusts turned slower, yet stronger. “Obsessed…with you. But you do not. Probably never…oh, shit—” He almost wept as he felt her inner walls clamp around his shaft. “What are you—?”

“Do you like that?” Rosa sought out his lips, and started licking, sliding her tongue against his as she continued fucking him in earnest. “I read it from a magazine. Do you like it?” She let out a moan as Vyn returned her eager kissing, sucking on her tongue. “Do I like it? God, Rosa, sometimes your questions make me mad. Look at me, my darling. Look how I unravel within you.”

“You look like a mess, Vyn.” A soft giggle.

“Yes. I know. I am your mess. Now, be quiet and fuck me more.”

The movement of their hips picked up; their breaths intermingled as they panted, chasing their release together. The sting that Rosa felt earlier had been quickly replaced with the need to come, and she brought her hand between them, to rub at her clit and finish what Vyn had so playfully started earlier in the garden. 

No more words were said between them; the frantic sounds of their breathing, the wet sounds of flesh rutting against flesh made up the only language that mattered in that small, enclosed space. Rosa’s flesh tightened and fluttered around his cock; Vyn knew she was about to come. “Come, let us finish this confession, pet,” he hissed into her ear, still sounding like a demon’s dangerous invitation.

“Yeah,” Rosa whispered, her hips keeping up with Vyn’s erratic, fast pacing. “Almost—”

Warm, soft lips pressed against her ear once more, and she could hear, feel the desperate huffing of hot breath. Again, a dark chuckle flowed directly into her ear and Vyn finally said, 

“Amen.”

“Oh, god—” Rosa moaned as his last act as her favorite demonic priest turned her on so much that she came, still impaled by the cock ramming inside her; her inner flesh still quivering violently as he came in spurts inside, filling her with his hot semen.

The next few minutes were spent with them staying still: both lovers in a state of undress, catching their breath, both drenched in sweat with the thick scent of sex hanging around them. Vyn’s cock had eventually softened and slipped out of her; and Rosa…Rosa coiled her arms around his neck, her lips curled into a warm, contented smile.

She broke the silence. “Vyn…we never got to complete even a single chapter in my book.” Her voice was a little bit teasing.

“Oh, you naughty little thing,” he murmured as he shifted slightly to capture her lips in a long, wet, lingering kiss. The kiss was loving, sweet, indulgent; it was a while before they pulled away for air. “That is fine. I already read what I wanted to read, today,” he murmured as he lazily twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.

“The only book that I wanted to read…is you.”

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[zoraedits]

19 days: He cheng

By @zoraedits

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19 days

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[emmimimii]

“I didn’t think - the one who couldn’t catch up (to the rhythm), would be me”

“If I said we should end, will you stop?”

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[themisimagines]

i could sleep inside the cold of you

inspired by: the 'aimed at your heart' vyn ssr card content: heavily draws upon catherynne m. valente's deathless, 2.5k of seduction & smut so buckle up characters: vyn, fem!reader optional background music: house of cards by bts; take me to church by hozier; religion by lana del rey; the anna karenina (2012) soundtrack

“A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.” - Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

The long table is laid with a feast fit for a king. Platters heaped high with glistening honeyed confits, crisp crackling meat, steaming vegetables delicately braised, deep tureens of stew rich in marrow, an excess of riches, accompanied by what you believe are entire truffles, a sharp knife laid beside them for you to shave your desired portion onto your meal, black salt glistening darkly under the chandelier, in addition to a dish of black sturgeon eggs, like so many pearls gathered in a heap for your amusement. 

Entering the dining room on Vyn’s arm, you are shocked by the abundance, the sheer extravagance of it all. You are dressed in a floor length black gown painstakingly embroidered with gold thread, produced seemingly out of thin air by one of the maids, saying that Vyn has requested that you wear it this evening. The material is silky against your skin, making you shiver with every move. The emerald bracelet Vyn won at the Umir Festival is the perfect accompaniment. Vyn, is of course, impeccable in his smoking jacket and tailored trousers. 

‘Are we expecting guests?’ You ask Vyn incredulously, staring at the food. ‘Surely Mr. Wechsler was confused.’ 

‘Not at all. But I believe I once made you a promise that you would never go hungry.’ 

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Vyn, we’ll hardly be able to finish this on our own.’ 

‘My beloved, whatever we cannot finish, I promise that I will allow you to take down to the soup kitchen to feed the hungry populace. Such a role is fitting for the lady of this house, after all.’ 

‘I’m hardly the lady of the house yet,’ you mutter, flushing red at the implication. 

‘Before you launch into another complaint about how you don’t deserve such wonderful treatment, may I propose something, my lady?’ Vyn stops at the door and looks quite seriously down at you from the gold rims of his glasses. You turn your face upwards, marvelling in how beautifully his silver hair frames his face, the way his gaze seems to strip you completely bare. 

‘I’ll allow it,’ you say. ‘What do you propose?’ 

‘Do you trust me?’ Vyn asks. 

Your mind flashes back to earlier in the day, during the hunt. Your bodies pressed up against each other, drawing the bow and nocking the arrow. His quiet instructions in your ear, your breath, held for so long you almost grew dizzy, and then, the blur of victory after, shattering the intimate moment. 

‘Yes,’ you say at length. ‘I do trust you.’ 

‘Then I propose that we play a little game. There is no need for you to speak tonight. Whatever you eat will be fed from my hand. Give yourself to me completely, and trust me to take care of you. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you can say our safe word.’ 

You stare into his eyes, and he stares back, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You nod once, slowly. An assent to his conditions. The game has begun. 

‘Excellent. Your decisiveness is one of the things I most admire about you. And just once, could you say our safe word, before we embark on this little journey together?’ 

‘Pomegranate,’ you say, lips parting to let it slide out in a whisper. 

‘Very good, my beloved.’ Vyn guides you to where the food awaits, seating you on his right hand side, while he takes the seat at the head of the table. ‘I remember peeking at the suppers my grandmother used to host here. My grandfather would sit at the head of the table, here, while my grandmother sat all the way down there, at the end of the table, both of them as far apart from each other as they could get. The length of the table being a gesture of power, to be sure, but hardly conducive for marital harmony. I believe they even ate like that when they didn’t have guests, or took meals apart. So much nicer to sit together like this, no?’ 

You almost open your mouth to say something or ask a question, but Vyn silences you with a finger on your lips. 

‘I would not be asking you to do this if it was easy, my love, I know it is difficult for you. But we are nurturing this fledgling trust you have placed in me, and the game has just started.’ 

You watch Vyn’s slow, careful movements as he tears a hunk of golden bread and dips it in olive oil and black salt, the crumb flecked with herbs. He feeds you the morsel gently, telling you about the special wheat used in making the bread and the fields in Svart where it grows. You listen with rapt attention as his voice carries on, moving from dish to dish. As he promises, he feeds you every first bite with his own fingers, their tips gently grazing against the corners of your mouth, leaving your skin tingling and yearning for more. 

Your mouth is filled with rich flavours of cream and wild fowl, preserves and pickles, salt and fat, acid and heat. Vyn keeps up the one-sided conversation, reading your mind to say your answers for you, his low tones sending a shiver up your spine. The wine makes your head light and airy. As the meal comes to a close, Vyn feeds you a last mouthful of dessert, his long index finger swiping away a trail of honey from the corner of your mouth. A burst of words comes from you as you impulsively grab his wrist and then place a kiss directly in the palm that has been feeding you all evening. 

‘I love you, Vyn,’ you barely whisper, voice hoarse. 

Vyn extracts his hand and gives a loud sigh, standing up from the table. ‘You were doing so well, my darling. Like Orpheus, who turned back just at the very last minute and lost Eurydice, so have you lost our little game.’ 

His eyes are dark, but with a distinct sense of amusement and mischief behind them. ‘Had you won, your prize would have been a fairytale ending, where I swept you off your feet and carried you to the fireplace in the hall, where a magical bower of furs and pillows have been prepared, and you would have sweet love made to you all night—’

‘I don’t care about fairytale endings,’ you interrupt Vyn, standing and moving toward him, a defiance in your tone calculated to push him off the edge, to turn his beautifully crafted game on its head. 

Vyn growls and then pounces on you, lips seeking yours harshly, in an attempt to punish you. You kiss him back just as fiercely, biting his lip and drawing blood, smearing it over both your bottom lips, the taste of iron and salt with the sweet still lingering on your tongues. He pushes you both back onto the table, until your legs are wrapped against it and your spine is bent backwards, dress sliding upwards until your thighs are visible. 

When he pulls away, it is to admire how rumpled he has left you, how wanting. Your hair is loosened from its carefully piled topknot, lying curled and ragged around your face, which still bears a slight trace of his blood. Your chest, heaving, the tops of your breasts exposed. Legs slightly spread to accommodate his waist, his face looming over yours as if he is about to devour you. 

‘Since you seem to be evading my best attempts at seduction, I cannot promise I will be gentle,’ he warns with a smirk. 

‘Maybe that was my intention all along,’ you make an effort to retort, although you are aware of how vulnerable a position you are in. 

Vyn pushes the dishes off the table, everything landing in a loud clatter on the floor. 

‘Vyn!’ You exclaim, turning to look at the food, but he lifts you up onto the table, then pushes your dress upwards around your hips, ripping aside your flimsy underwear. You are about to say something in protest, but then his mouth is on you, trailing heated kisses along your inner thighs, hot breath making you squirm even as he keeps a vice-like grip on your hips. When he licks a hot, wet stripe up the length of your cunt, you cry out in pleasure, spine curving upwards to get more of it. 

‘Hm, you seem to be enjoying yourself,’ Vyn pauses to comment. ‘Should I continue?’ 

‘I will never forgive you if you stop now,’ you pant, and then reach down to encourage his head back between your legs. 

He laughs, then applies himself fully to the task, tongue endlessly swirling, and then thrusting inside, all while your hands are twined in his hair, tugging so hard that you are briefly afraid that you have hurt him. He doesn’t show any sign of discomfort, diligently licking and sucking until you are so close to coming, your body a tightly wound mass of nerves. You catch his eyes flicking up to watch your reactions, and just as you are about to come, he pulls away, wiping his mouth away on his sleeve and grinning viciously. You cry out at the sudden loss of heat, writhing in distress. 

‘Don’t you think you deserve some punishment for ruining our evening? You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?’ He hisses, then pulls you toward him, forcing you to turn around. Disoriented from the disrupted orgasm and sudden movement, you flail for a moment, then hear the clink of Vyn removing his belt behind you. He grabs your hands and holds them together, using his belt to wrap your wrists snugly, but not too tight. Before anything else happens, he leans forward to where your face is, brushes your hair gently aside to whisper in your ear, ‘Pomegranate?’ 

You shake your head desperately. ‘Good girl,’ he tells you, stroking your hair. 

Then the brief moment of tenderness quickly passes as Vyn grabs your hips, your face sliding across the polished wood of the table and ass sticking up in the air, your cunt completely exposed, only your legs holding you up. Unable to see what’s going on behind you, you can only tremble in anticipation, the feel of Vyn’s hands roughly positioning you so he can enter you. 

His first thrust is not at all gentle, burying him to the hilt in your hot, slick cunt. You both cry out from the fullness, at how ready your cunt is for him. 

‘Look at you clenching around me, such a needy, desperate little slut,’ Vyn purrs, painfully dragging out his first few thrusts so that despite your limited range of movement, you are squirming and begging for more. 

‘More,’ You beg. ‘Please, Vyn, I need more.’ 

‘You will get more when I decide you deserve more,’ Vyn warns, slowing his hips even more, the promise of more friction hanging just out of reach. ‘It’s my turn to enjoy myself.’ 

You cry out in frustration, and are met with a ringing slap on your ass, the pain tingling deliciously. 

‘Can’t be helped,’ he sighs, pretending that you have forced him to this point, when you can tell that it is taking all of his own self-control not to just thrust into you with wild abandon. ‘You’re forcing me to play my hand, you naughty little thing. Do you want to see me lose control?’ 

He punctuates the last sentence with a vicious thrust, going deeper than before and making you squeal. The sound makes him stop, and he reaches beside you for a napkin. 

‘I think we need to work on your silence,’ Vyn says, hips still moving gently while his hands have left your hips and are doing something else. He leans down, pressing his weight against you and hand coming toward your face with the folded napkin. 

‘Open your mouth,’ he tells you, then puts the napkin delicately between your teeth. ‘Now, bite down. If you let the napkin fall, I can only assume it is because you intend on using our safe word, and in any event, that would mean our little game is over. If you want to continue, your only choice is to behave yourself.’ 

You bite down on the cloth napkin, and Vyn cocks his head sideways to look at your trapped face, giving you a wink before returning to his position behind you. He starts off with slow thrusts again, searching for the right angle, hips snapping leisurely into your ass, the sound of skin on skin turning you on more, if that was even possible. Your soft moans are muffled by the napkin, which is slowly soaking with saliva. 

‘Such a good girl,’ Vyn cooes as he thrusts deeply and you give a low, dull moan, trying to stifle your noises. ‘Let’s see how you do under more difficult conditions.’ 

He reaches down to grasp a handful of your hair, pulling your head upwards so that your spine is arched like a bow, and begins moving faster, each thrust of his cock a blinding shaft of light in equal parts pain and pleasure. If anyone were to walk in on you both right now, or even listen in on what was happening, they would hear a symphony of moaning, Vyn growling to tell you what a good girl you are, how well you are taking his cock, as if you were made for him. Your hands behind your back, back impossibly arched as he grips onto your hair, subject to the pleasure that is invading every part of your body. 

Vyn’s thrusts grow harder and more needy, and your cunt has begun to spasm, craving sweet release. 

‘I want to see your face when I make you cum,’ He rasps, and then pulls out, flipping you effortlessly onto your back, hair spilling out in all directions. Your arms are crushed behind your back, but the pain of your stretching shoulder joints is welcome, only adding to your pleasure. He is stretched out on top of you, mouth hungry, diving for your breasts, teasing your nipple with his tongue, hand reaching down to rub your clit in agonising circles, then slipping back inside you and groaning at the sensation. You cling on to the napkin for dear life, terrified that if you drop it, he might really stop, and leave you empty and wanting, just like that. 

But Vyn doesn’t stop. His eyes locked onto your face, he rubs your clit ceaselessly as he pounds into you, again and again in a vicious, desperate pace. 

‘Come for me, my love,’ he whispers, and like that, you are undone, waves of pleasure crashing through your body as your cunt clenches, legs shaking from the effort. A few more hard thrusts and Vyn joins you, thrusting deeply inside you one last time and then collapsing, his cock still throbbing as it fills you with cum. 

He only allows himself a few moments before quickly sitting you up to undo the restraints around your wrist, examining them for chafing, pressing a light kiss to each one when he finds you perfectly well and unharmed. 

‘Was I too rough?’ Vyn asks, hurrying to hand you his jacket. You shake your head, a mischievous grin on your face as you refuse to drop the napkin between your teeth. He blushes and removes it. You stretch your jaw a few times, which is slightly sore from clenching so hard, but will be fine in a few moments. 

‘Please, Vyn, I would have used the safe word if I was being hurt.’ You reassure him. ‘The only thing I regret is that I’m probably too tired to go through all that again.’ 

‘Too tired?’ Vyn’s smirk returns. ‘I hope not. There’s still a fireplace and a floor full of furs waiting for us.’ 

In the blink of an eye, you are swept up in his arms, and he is carrying you to the door, like a bride over the threshold of her new home. He hasn’t even bothered to put on any clothes, trousers long forgotten, and his dress shirt hanging loose. 

‘Vyn,’ you say, an idea suddenly coming into your mind. ‘You knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, didn’t you?’ 

‘I will neither confirm nor deny my initial hypothesis,’ Vyn says. ‘But let’s just say, the outcome was above and beyond what I expected.’ 

As he carries you to the hall and the fireplace, two of his fingers have secretly slipped into your cunt once again, and you sneak a glance at him, grinning. 

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Outlier

vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff. (psychology major!lead) ✦ (5/~) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: hurt/comfort, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, p0rn w/ plot, first time, kissing, drunk/intoxicated, angst to soft comfort *cue ugly sobbing*, oral (female receiving), teasing, fingering, overstimulation, dom/sub; top/bottom dynamic, dirty talking (kinda silly tho), kinky; hair pulling/slapping, dumbification, multiple orgasms, passionate af; dammit vyn, rough sex, unprotected sex, aftercare, FLUFF ! ! ! D; + supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;; word count: 4.8k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part x

do not repost © yutasbimil (2023)

cont.

Vyn carries her back into the hotel room. The tension was as heavy as the wooden door shutting close behind them.

She had her face red, tears leaking due to the hotness she was feeling. It managed to be cooled off a bit by the white soft sheets of the hotel bed. Yule reeks of alcohol, much reddened by embarrassment. Never in her life had she got this drunk.

Though she’s  a bit  tipsy– a little more than calculated– as good as she is at math, her attempts once again misfired; miscalculated.

Yule goes on what we may call  pouncing  at him once they get into their room, getting hold of him being clingy as she is, opposite to the restrained Yule that feels allergic to even leaving a touch on his finger. 

Of course, Vyn respects her by remaining at arm's length by holding her shoulders to balance her weight. Even if it was intentional or if she wanted to get intimate with him, he digressed. She's drunk, that's of the utmost importance to keep in mind.

The tiredness seeping into them really weighed them like the feeling you have after a party. And here lies the unresolved tension within the hotel room.

She feels her head-turning, much like a black hole sucking in every fiber of her system.

"Fuck, never doing this again." It's more on a declaration although more assured of never getting wasted up to this point. At most, she wouldn't want to be near anything alcoholic for a long long while. "I'm so sorry, Vyn." 

"You keep apologizing…" His voice is soft, indistinguishable for Yule especially with his utmost concern seeing her like this.

She has her arm atop her forehead but it's anything but helpful as it's still heavy as fuck. Compared to the weight Vyn has on her chest as she has him close, he's really the type of person with the body temp to be on the colder side. 

The cold silence between them pales in comparison to the actuality of their heated thoughts.

"It's not just… me being… so drunk." Yule felt her hot desire to quench her thirst. Her throat felt so desert dry. "I'm…"

Yule rethinks every decision she made, even the very reason why she even pursued Vyn in the first place. She's too much of a burden to be with the likes of him. She's a wreck.

Vyn felt the heaviness of her core with her deep sigh, and the tinge of regret in the quiver of her gaze, which honestly, pulled a heartstring at the moment she looked at him with such pity in her eyes.

How unfortunate of you to be with me.

"Why does it look like you're going to push me away anytime soon?" Vyn states,  but aren’t they already here? Is there even a chance to walk away now? 

Vyn further inspects her blank stares of hesitance. There's a heaviness at the pit of his stomach.

But I also don’t want to leave her alone.

"Am I not doing it already?" She says in a monotone. The grip of her hands by his arm says otherwise as if begging for her dear life to not let go.

Honesty does spill more through actions…

Vyn chortles at that, nodding slightly and looking away. He just lets her hold on to his hand despite the denial she’s been putting up all this time. The man doesn’t let her fully lie down though.

“Okay, you'll be pushing me away then… At least when I let go, sober up first so it wouldn’t hurt as much in the morning, hmmm?” Vyn supports the back of her head, lifting her body so she can sit right up.

She’s just quiet, praying that he still firmly believes this painted demeanor of her drunken state is certainly caused by the alcohol.  Yeah, it's definitely still the alcohol.

Though, her impetus for her blushing is for a different reason.

Yule felt everything moving slower around them. Listening to his words, more dragged her mesmerized, taken by the flow of the softness of his low voice. It is amplified within the closed space they’re encapsulated in.

Yule is unconsciously driven to his lead, listening to what he’s telling her to do.

"Drink water, it is to lessen the headache upcoming." His intent as he takes hold of her carefully, shows his real desire through his movements.

Absent-mindedly, she blurts out her question as she keeps following her eyes at him.

“Why do you like me?”

Vyn can't answer properly, she's a plethora of admirable things, but despite that, his interest and feelings towards her are abstract; unexplainable by concrete words alone… 

"You're fascinating… as a person, you're many things if I can put it into words." He didn't let the dryness of the pre-consumed alcohol hold back his thoughts. "I’m still going along with it, Yule and I’d be willing to restate it once again you’ve sobered up." 

His voice is soft, full of assurance, yet even at this moment, she remains blinded and deafened by her insecurities. She quickly vents her rebuttal, as if putting up a concrete wall between them.

“I’m horrible and too much, I'm always overwhelming to be around, and just…  too much . Would you stay despite all that?” She's shaking, vulnerable as her tone shows how she’s all over the place.

I'm anything but that—  she felt hostile towards what she heard. He knows she needs to be calmed down.

“Yule, what are you saying?  Hmmm?”  He attempts to touch her cheek, but Vyn gets cut off by the swift hand warding him off.

"Earlier, I…" The conclusion in her tone came forth along her tears, it burned his cheeks seeing her like this. In her mind, it hurt her how earlier it came off as a rejection, with Vyn avoiding any means of contact with her. “I actually thought you don’t want to continue…  this … as I thought you don’t want me…” 

Yule is gesturing to her and him; them.

Vyn holds back his hand that's supposed to reach out to her. “I was only hesitant to do it with you as you’re intoxicated, in thoughts of taking advantage of you. I held back… I didn't mean to have ill intention towards my restraint, dear.”

He thoroughly explains to her, but she remains quiet as her current belief is swiftly toppled over his rationale. She lowers her head, unable to contrast any argument back.

“Of course, I want to be with you, Yule. I’m still here, am I not? I won't go anywhere…” Especially when she's like this, she can't be left alone. He's talking some sense and logic in her as she starts clinging tightly to his polo shirt. It is getting more and more tear-stained, but it also pools warmth in both their chests.

This hug is proof that he still likes her despite everything.

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Vyn helps her sober up and calm down, having a crying fit also made Yule feel guilty as she may put him through all this crap.

She apologizes again as they always seem to end up in mishaps.

"I'd be willing to work through it with you, but of course, I'm also human. I only have to do much and of course, I also have my limits and shortcomings." Vyn acknowledges her worries. She knows full well how hard relationships can be.   They're willing. 

And she's difficult to handle, she’s well aware that she has inadequacies. But she does like him, like a whole lot. And she wants to actively work on herself and work through this relationship with him.

She feels sorry for being so closed off.

But he feels an ache in him, he’s also not being fully honest with himself. And not being open with her with his own baggage as well.

"I want to make up with you as soon as possible." Yule starts, getting back to his effort by closing off a different type of distance between them. She leaves a few centimeters gap, letting their breaths linger close. "Will it be fine this way?"

Finally closing the gap, they also didn't leave any space between their fingers as they gripped into both their holds. 

It felt electric to the lips, Yule's eyes had to quiver at the sensation. Vyn pulls away for a moment, moving by her forehead. Vyn starts chaste by her eyes, kissing her tears away as she’s growing emotional again. They kissed again as it felt eons that they hadn’t touched, till they got lost in calculation.

She grabs hold of his collar for support, letting go again for a moment of breath.

Every touch of the man was unfaltering as he planted more touches into her skin. Vyn reaches out for her face to meet their lips for the fifth? Seventh?— Yule already lost count at this point, but her greed is only starting to grow.

A confession slipped off her lips, both looking more obviously swollen already.

"I was really anticipating this, and I've been thinking of when would be the next time we'll actually do   it  ." The pressed syllable on the end implied as clear as daylight to the man. 

His look reciprocated how it didn't leave his mind as well, though it appeared teasing.

"What a naughty girl you are."

"I very am much so…" Yule giggles, but it's anything but bashful. "How can I not be when I have such a handsome man alone in a hotel room? Better yet make use of the opportunity."

Her forwardness really pushed Vyn to the edge, just in time as he's got his gauge of patience filled, it’s growing dire.

"Let's use and make haste for the night." He chuckles, placing a kiss on her warm cheek. Fervently placing a moist kiss by her collarbone the next. "Very soon," he appealed as he lowered the straps of her dress further down. 

As turbulent and quick-paced the past weeks with her had been, he was hooked  badly . Down bad as he’s inexplicably attracted to her aura.

He’s intrigued at the very next pages they would go through. Like reading a book, the uncanniness of how he would spread her open now are like pages cascading down to his expected outcome. 

Although, the onset of the scenarios up to this point of deep entrancement, it is full of unpredictability. It is also as abundant as the card pool probability. It draws him more to his curiosity. Turns out the next outcome just led Vyn into pulling their fates closer and closer to each other.

Yule’s gaze is fully engaged on his pretty, veiny fingers by his silk necktie, straight down her line of sight on the way his hand removes it. Some part of her aches for it to remain tied around his neck, alas, she could only grab hold of him with her own weakening hands. His golden eyes were sharp and entrancing at his sultry movements, anticipation pooled all over her system.

She gradually became enervated as Vyn kissed her by the ear, breathing down her neck the next. He starts seductively licking her bare shoulder, she shudders at his voice. “I’m going to make you   not   forget about me after tonight, m’lady.”

 "Ahh-hmmm…   I’m afraid that’s an impossible task with you, love.   "  Yule didn’t have a chance to catch her breath as she was cut short, Vyn was quick to grab hold of her chest with his free hand. While the other pulls down her dress to let her breasts free, she sucks in a breath the same way as the man sucks at her erect nipples. 

They got sensitive to the cold however their bodies are anything but frigid. Vyn strips off her clothes, one by one meeting the carpeted floor.

“Ahhh… that’s so good, please.   Ah-  ” Yule mewls, restraining herself from grabbing hold of his scalp. Their senses are also heightened, due to having to just recover from alcohol earlier. But she's more attentive now as she is enticed by his mellow motions. Vyn didn’t leave any room for disappointment as he attended to both breasts, leaving no gaps for Yule in her moans of pleasure.

It left her core pooled in anticipation all the more as she waited for this for who knows how long. Her impatience is growing more explicit with her ardent whimpers. “Vyn,   fuck–   you’re making this harder for me,   I want you.” 

“Patience, my dear. Good things take their sweet time…” Vyn divulged, pausing to even tease a painfully slow lick by both her nipples, then by the bare skin of her breasts. He gives it a suck as he uses the other hand to twist and hover over her erect knobs. He keeps his golden eyes direct with hers this whole time. “And I want to pleasure you to my utmost care, pleasured to the edge… sloppily wet and ready… before the most anticipated segment.”

“Vyn… how cruel. This hurts more…” Yule gulps a breath, moaning as he now touches the very much heated, moist core in between her legs. Every touch of his felt mouth-watering, as if his presence was a bell ringing, alarming her salivary glands. She knows Vyn means well to treat her right, but  goddamn  she didn’t expect this to feel more of a torture to crave for his dick.

“It’s… Vilhelm. Call me Vilhelm." He paused, feeling Yule tense up as he pulled away momentarily. "It ought to be rude not to address your lover properly, hmmm?”

“Is that why you chose Vyn to be short?” She can’t pinpoint where she got turned on, is it the sudden admission of his name, indicating his intimacy or him indicating that they’re true lovers.

He nods as if a weight got off him with those syllables, they ought to venture more about that later to be sat down. But first things first.

She feels him loosen up as they take the next steps. She takes this as a sign to also loosen the wrapped belt around his waist.

Yule also removes his polo shirt to not be the only one exposed to the other.

She almost gasps at the scene seeing his toned chest, but his eyes are more stripped naked in his state, vulnerable with his glassy eyes staring back at her.

“I want to make you feel good too.”

Yule pulls him close, wrapping her hands around his neck to place kisses by his cheeks, a lingering peck to the ear, up the forehead, and letting her lips run wild all over his skin. Anywhere that is possible and bare to her sight.

“Later, Yule. You first,” he insists as if heeding him down to lay on her back. 

In his dominant stare, she had no choice but to be vulnerable. She’s now got her legs spread wide open, ready like eagle wings’ to soar– and in this case, to be eaten by him as he takes her up the skies. 

“Does this feel good?” Vyn says in between him licking the exterior of her nerves and then inserting a finger into her wet core. He still wants a clear ‘yes’ despite the restrained mewls she elicits. “No need to hold back, love.”

“Yes,  yes… ah—   ” She’s just keeping control to keep sane from the overstimulation. But he never misses a beat in his rhythm. “   Fuck–   this is making me crazy, ah, ooh… please.” 

Followed again by strings of vowels as he moved more pleasantly crudely with his tongue and fingers. As much as he’s whispering sweet nothings to her, he’s fucking foul with what his mouth and body could do to her.

She bucked her hips, almost curving to the sensation as he also touched the other part of her nether regions. “Wait,   uhhh,   shit, love– what are you doing?”

“Is this not to your taste?” he asks, now just hovering a bit by her butthole. Honestly, she’s taken aback and reinstates her thoughts. “I’m quite indifferent here… uhmmm, I never thought of going there, Vyn.”

“I could take it slow and I’ll go along with the feeling if you’re still alright?” 

She nods, and he maneuvers into it slowly, observing her in her response. It takes her a while to get the feel of it, but it’s getting too much at the same time, She almost yelps as he moves back and forth to a sensitive portion.

She never experienced touching both holes.

Her pleasure and voice is pivoting further out the room, she’s too damn close.

It's far beyond compared to when she masturbates, let alone when she touches herself. She can't believe she'd be feeling this good and tended by a man.

As much as he's enough to give her needs, she’s pushed to the edge of insanity due to the pleasure. But it leaves her more unsatiated and hungry for Vyn.

She felt her throat dry, and her thirst and salivating senses left her exhausted. Yule wants his lips on hers, tongue gauging and fighting with hers. She wants to be nasty with him. But he's too busy swimming into her pool of pleasure, fingers simultaneously macerated already.

Vyn's mouth is moist due to her wetness.

Yet, Yule is left in too much overload with pleasure due to his fingers and tongue on work, She ought to be filled quicker to her limit.

The squelching sounds of his thirst felt scorching in comparison to her hot core, she's bulking her hips at every resistance she's fighting to come over her peak.

“Vilhelm, too much… let me,   please , rest…   hmphh ,   ah-   love.” Yule is too loud at this point, she's glad the walls are thick and private in their own cavern. She caves in feeling something white, awaiting to erupt all over her pit of stomach, down her legs shaking at the sensation. Then another sensation bulldozed into her as Vyn kept going in ramming and twisting curling his finger in her G-spot.

She feels something big coming.

 Is that even possible?!   Even surprised ‘O’ shaped her mouth due to moaning out loud. "Vyn…   hnghhh—   fuck!”

It was too late to let Vyn know as she already climaxed. He lets her senses reverberate in his presence, still letting her ride into her orgasm by lapping his tongue into her whilst pumping his fingers in her.

Yule wasn't able to control herself on how good Vyn was doing. She didn't know she had to  beg  him to stop making her feel so good.

Both of them are left in heaving breaths, although Yule's is more labored compared to his.

“Exhausted already? We're just getting started.” Vyn has a mischievous tone in him, making Yule exert extra energy to roll her eyes at him. This seems a different side of him. She had to smirk. “Sorry, I can’t keep up with you, Doctor.”

The shift in the nickname had him chuckle. “So you’re willing to tend to you then, Miss Saints?”

They had to take a quick laugh at the sudden ‘roleplay’ vibe they accidentally established. 

She spreads her arms for a fleeting hug. “Give me some oxytocin then, Dr. Richter.”

Vyn took this as a chance to hover over her, locking her in between his arms to guide her into another position, His eyes are now filled with more energy, she pales in comparison to her ragged breaths.

She gulps for fear or anticipation, she can’t seem to decide.

Guess she’s putting her hips to work again, her wetness also keeps on flowing at cue. Yule had to blush at her shamelessness.

“Looks like you’re already set, Yule?” Vyn takes a swift swap at her swollen wet core. She shivers and elicits a soft mewl at that.

“Same goes to you, Vilhelm,” she breathes out an amused laugh, pointing to his erect bulge, touching through the fabric. She removes his brief so it’s out of the way.

Vyn lays her back down, and they’re back to their position with him hovering over her, in close proximity. Seeing what was about to unfold soon, she had to gulp.

“W-wait,” Yule blocks her wet core, seeing her suddenly erratic, Vyn holds her hand. 

“Are you scared? We can stop her–”

“I mean  yes , but I don’t want to stop…” Her anxiety shows through her cold sweat, but she breathes out. “I’m just afraid as it’s my first time.”

“I’ll make the best out of your experience, but you can tell me to stop anytime, okay?”

It is valid, and Vyn looks directly at her, full of softness and patience. Yule feels her senses relax again, his body and presence feeling more light and present.

“As scary as it is, this is a risk I’m willing to make. We’re already here, aren’t we?” She doesn’t want to waste anything any further. The same shows how she is at ease with her muscles relaxed.

Vyn nods, placing a quick kiss by the side of her face till he distances himself for a moment. He angles his erection into her, the hotness of his dick was too much just by the surface. The insertion was as impactful as his fixated eyes into hers.

Then the relief as he puts it in is  phenomenal .

“Vyn, please, slowly. But, ahhh… so good already.” She grabs onto his toned arms, he breathes in as he flips his bangs off his face momentarily then smiles over her. “Is this how you imagined it to go?”

“It’s   beyond   what I expected.”

He had to spread a smile on that. “We’re just starting… So let's go over that expectation of yours, alright?”

He starts slow as Yule feels every centimeter of his begins indulging in her. “  Ahhh,   yes, yes. More… please.” 

Vyn easily puts it in but she’s in it for another adjustment, adjusting to his length and width, she’s spread open and vulnerable in many ways.

This is really far different from anything she had experienced in bed, let alone her first time as she’s lacking all possible experience per se.

"Kiss... me, please." moans of plea gush out of her as Vyn leans in to share his warmth and moist lips with hers. It is tender although opposite to the roughness they're about to delve into.

She didn’t even know that she had such erogenous zones that were  that sensitive  by the ear. Yule had to flinch at a mere licking done in her ear, yelping as he bit onto it– she was in it for another overstimulation as he even played with her breasts and nipples. He really keeps himself busy, hands all over her.

She doesn’t want him to pull off.

Vyn maintains the slow and passionate movements, and she could feel every twitch and bulge he does the lovemaking with his hips to his dick in and out of her.

He goes on ahead in holding her by the arms, then shoulders to angle her better. 

“Is this better?” He pounds into her a bit rougher than usual, and she had to bulk her hips at that.

“Rougher, i-is that fine?” 

To be honest, she wanted to be manhandled, but Vyn had something else in mind on their first ever night together.

“I’ll try…” Vyn listens, his lips and touch still full of passion with every kiss.

She doesn’t comprehend how in the world he keeps it gentle yet vehement. Even as he pulls by her arms to ram into her, pounding her further into reverie.

It pushes her more into pleasure as they switch into another position, her down on all fours, all for him to adore. And it gave him more chance to hold both her arms as he pummeled more into her.

To add a cherry on top for her pleasure, she requests him to pull her hair. The sudden demand had him raise a brow, more on in astonishment. “You seem to like that?”

“Very…”

“You’re very kinky, love.” 

“Yes, sorry…”

“I like you in every way, don’t apologize for that,” Vyn assures her, patting her head gently and then shifting to pull her hair by the scalp a bit roughly. Yule felt her walls wrap around his dick tighter at that. It tightens again at every pull of her hair with his manly hands . 

 This is more like it.   Yule had to shamelessly beam at the roughness, in contrast to the roughness, she feels loved at his treatment and him asking consent in every action. This remains in her fantasies for too long, but she didn’t expect to like it in actuality. She’s much more pleased with this outcome.

The sudden slap by her ass took her aback as well, but with the burning sensation left in her skin, it felt more pleasant than it hurts. She had to gulp on that as she felt her walls tighten around him.

It seems more obvious as Vyn lets out a low groan as he does it once again. Yule lets out an aroused squeal as she goes on to look at him, lips bitten to show her amusement. "Vil... Vilhelm,  Vilhelm , that's so good,  uhh- I like that. Yeah,  oohh... " she giggled, licking her lips as she was stuck in a daze of bliss. She was growing more amused as she kept calling out his name, moaning as sounds of sex echoed around the room. It's growing more evident how it has an effect on the man as he leans in to pepper her bare skin with kisses, leaving marks of his touches on her skin.

Vyn leans in to kiss the nape of her neck, grunting once again before speaking by her ear.

“You’re not the type to want to call your lover, ‘daddy’, hmmm?” Vyn adds the hair pulling didn’t help as it immediately puts Yule off her mood momentarily.

Yule rebuts, quickly turning her head at him to glare at him. “Hell no, I don’t want to summon Freud out of his grave.”

Vyn laughs at that. “He’s got enough resurrectors already, let’s not add to that.”

He brings back the mood, her getting immersed in the intensity of his stares as he brings her back in lying down. Everything seems perfect and comfortable all through the night as they share both of their warmth. Body to body, but the intimacy in their stares. All through the night, keeping the rhythm interesting from erratic pounding, to consistent slow. Reaching the peak together seems so undemanding with how they go hand and hand and how well-balanced they are to each other. 

So this is what it feels like to be loved? 

To be handled with such care… It feels so good.

Looking at him across the bed, Vyn seems to notice her need for body heat and he’s quick to pull her close. Even with them reaching almost morning love-making, it doesn’t seem bland to go on. 

Though, they had to rest… And what better way to end the night to be able to be intimate with him?

“You’re lucky… This is unpaid, unsolicited therapy you’re getting out of me.” Vyn jokes, Yule had to pinch him by the arm and then muzzle over her chest.

“This leans more on unethical than it is free,   Will…   you know, doing   this   type of thing with a therapist.” The new nickname for him seems a bit odd, but they’ll get used to it. 

Vyn shushes her, jokingly putting a finger on her lips. “No need to go on the explicit details, it is confidential and I assure you it’s all safe with me.”

“Okay, okay, but do expect me to have ‘another therapy’ with you, Will…” She says riding along the joke. The nickname rolls off her tongue more naturally now. Vyn pulls her deeper into the hug.

“You know I can offer another type of therapy.”

 “Hmmm?” 

“Physical therapy,” Vyn responds.

The gap in the silence and stare made them laugh, Yule had to brush her face against him to hide her blush. Her chest felt elated with his presence.

“You humor me,” she says, not able to contain a giggle.

This is far different from how things will go, and Vyn actually shares the same thoughts. Though he's willing to handle this as unexpected things have turned out.

As shitty as the night had been for a few hours, he made it better.  I might as well open up to him soon about my situation and give him a clear picture. He needs to know as well.

He’s the outlier she’s willing to accept, but unexpected things really can bring the biggest change in your life. And he seems to be a good chance for her to turn out for the better.

Looking up at the ceiling, the night isn’t as uneventful as the plain white canvas on the ceiling. Their conversation is animated by their voices as they spend the night away talking.

No longer putting her heart up her sleeve, his golden eyes are as welcoming as he stares at her. She sees a bright future with him as glowing as his eyes can be. Who knew there was a smile as that radiating directed at her?

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I just finished reading a 91 chapter fic,,, I need to get out of my house and touch grass so bad

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Close Friends (NSFW)

Brainrot that just randomly occurred in my head and throwing my fic queue schedule in total disarray

So many self-indulgent talky bits, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it so hopefully its an okay read too? ^^;

Rosa is plagued with a strange compulsion to do a certain act, thoroughly distracting her from work. Kiki suggests she seek the help of her closest, most special friend, Dr. Vyn Richter.

Rosa slightly unhinged. Vyn unhinged as usual. Huzzah

“And the way they just did it after he saved her!” Kiki gushed over her strawberry parfait. She frantically scrolled the display of her smartphone until it showed the very paragraph she had been overly enthusiastic about, pushing the device across the table towards Rosa. “Read it! Read it!

“Mmm…” Rosa—a spoonful of banana split still in her mouth—gingerly took Kiki’s phone and read the displayed text at her friend’s behest as she ate her strawberry ice cream. "Hey. This is damn hot… but I can't help but think something is missing…" she eventually said, after washing down the ice cream with a swig of ice-cold water.

"How's—fuck—that?" He said in a low voice as he kept on thrusting inside her, searching for a suitable rhythm. He supported her weight by holding her in place by the waist, their mouths joining from time to time to let their tongues lap at each other in sloppy, hungry kisses.

There was quite the striking contrast between the contents of the text that they were reading, and the place where they were doing the reading: a packed ice cream parlor, located in one of the busiest areas of the Central Business District. Rosa and Kiki were surrounded by other, wholesome, patrons—families, kids, behaved couples—and there they were, reading smut off Kiki’s smartphone.

“What’s missing?” Kiki raised an eyebrow. “Like…this thing has everything in it: action, sex, jealousy!” she exclaimed in mock ecstasy. “Everything a depraved girl could ever ask for.”

“Hmm…” Rosa sighed as she handed the phone back to Kiki. “I don’t know…there’s something I’m really, really hung up on and I can’t seem to get it out of my head.”

“Now I’m curious,” Kiki said. “What’s up?”

“Exactly what that fic lacks.” Rosa took another spoonful of strawberry ice cream. “Um.”

“Uhuh?” Kiki prodded. “And what is it, exactly?”

“Well. Actually,” Rosa said as she placed her ice cream spoon onto her bowl still half-filled with ice cream and bananas, folding her hands onto the table as she looked at Kiki squarely in the eye. 

“I feel like sucking a dick.”

Unfazed, Kiki could only grin at her comrade. “You, my girl, have a problem. But you know what? I totally feel you.”

“Ugh. Why are you not even surprised, I should feel offended,” Rosa groaned as she grabbed her glass of ice-cold water. 

“Ehh, it’s not as if it’s that weird,” Kiki shrugged. “You’re stressed out. Probably just needed some stress relief, you know?”

“Yeah, but—” Rosa took another swig of her water, and almost slammed the glass onto the diner-style table. “Sucking dick? Why is my urge so specific?”

She realized that she was talking a bit too loudly when the occupants from the two nearest tables next to theirs suddenly turned their heads toward her. 

Blushing, Rosa ducked in half-hearted shame and continued in a quieter voice: “I mean…you know what I’m talking about, right? And it's been distracting me too much at work, even Mr. Wing is starting to notice…” her voice trailed off, cringing at the various recollections of awkward conversations with her senior partner.

“Yeah, but…” Kiki sighed. “I’m hardly qualified to give you advice on that.”

“Well, I guess I’m going to stay repressed and stew in my—”

“Hey,” Kiki suddenly cut in.

“What?” Rosa whined as she started to wallow in thoughts of suffering pent-up sexual repression left unaddressed.

Kiki leaned over the table, then whispered to Rosa, “Aren’t you friends with that hot shrink?”

“Hot…shrink…?” Rosa furrowed her eyebrows. “Huh?”

Kiki rolled her eyes. “Oh you know! That half-European guy who likes to hang around you whenever he drops by the office!”

Rosa blinked at Kiki as she finally made the connection. “You…you mean, Dr. Richter?”

“Yes!” Kiki said, incredulous. “You mean you never even considered him attractive? You never looked at him that way?”

“Er…” Rosa gulped. 

Numerous cogs that she never thought even existed in her brain started to turn: What Kiki said was true. She never really thought of Dr. Vyn Richter as anyone other than a friend, one she could rely upon on professional and even some of her personal matters. 

To Rosa, he was someone she shared interests with, since he never laughed at anything she liked, be it a passing fancy towards occultism, or sudden interest in baking….

And now that Kiki had pointed it out, Rosa couldn’t help but realize that, yes, Dr. Vyn Richter, with his striking half-European features and his elegant mannerisms, was actually pretty hot. 

“...yeah, I mean…he’s sort of a bit too friendly, you know? And he gives off this air of…I don’t know, like he’s a bit too perfect.” Rosa started to dig into her banana split once again. “So he’s hands off in my book.”

“Yeah, but nothing’s stopping you from asking him about your little horny problem,” Kiki pointed out. “He’s a shrink, Rosa. He’s heard worse problems.”

“But he’s a guy—”

Kiki gave her a pitying look, then dabbed her lips with a tissue. “Women aren’t any better. The most judgy people I know are mostly girls, for one thing.”

Rosa briefly considered Kiki’s assertion. “Yeah, true,” she said after some thought.

“So pay your special friend a visit and ask him what you can do about it.”

===

Vyn couldn’t help but feel a little anxious upon learning that Rosa had walked in for a consultation. 

He tapped his fountain pen onto the glass surface of his executive desk, while he read Rosa’s vaguely worded medical form. Possible issues stemming from work stress, it stated.

He put down the tablet and rubbed his temples. Well, that could mean anything, really.

Vyn was very much familiar with Rosa’s tendency to exhaust all options available to her before asking for help from other people—from himself, most especially, no matter how much he tried to tell her that he wanted to help her as much as he could, to the best of his abilities….

Needless to say, he was worried. 

He was worried, only a smidgen, yet he could not shake off the nagging feeling that hung around his chest.

The door then swung open, forcing Vyn to surface out of his worried thoughts.

It was Rosa, of course—his beloved rose in all her charming yet innocent, unassuming glory—and from what he could tell through a cursory glance she had none of the tells that may point towards any serious problems. 

Good. Maybe she is here for something work related, after all. 

But stress…?

Vyn promptly shelved everything that belied his uneasiness, leaving only a bright, beaming smile on his face that he mostly reserved for her. “Hello, Rosa, it’s always a pleasure to see you.”

“Um. Hi, Dr. Richter,” Rosa returned his smile with her shy own, and made her way to one of the two chairs set in front of his executive table.

“Please, you are my guest. Let us have a bit of tea while we chat.” Vyn pushed himself from his seat and gestured towards the more comfortable-looking lounge chair-and-table set by the far corner of his office.

The psychiatrist then crossed the distance to the small kitchenette in his office, hidden from general view by an artfully-placed ornate divider. “Do make yourself comfortable while I prepare some refreshments for us. I do feel like having a bit of a break, myself.”

“You don’t have to, Dr. Richter,” Rosa said quietly, but sat herself in one of the plush leather lounge chairs anyway. “Um…also, I sort of feel bad for making you work during your break…”

Vyn had to chuckle at her words. “Nonsense. Time spent with you is always a welcome respite,” he said, voice gentle and soothing, as he poured loose tea leaves and dried lavender buds into the designated chamber in his ceramic teapot. “And I am always happy to hear from my closest friend.”

Unbeknownst to Rosa, the act of making tea also served another purpose. 

It allowed Vyn, hidden behind the divider, to watch Rosa’s mannerisms, gestures, as she waited for him. It gave him a chance to observe her unimpeded, so to speak, when he was not sitting with her, making it less likely for her to put on a front while he eyed her for microexpressions or any other similar indicators.

She is fidgeting, he noted, his brows furrowing at the sight of Rosa wringing her hands and moving her legs every so often.

He took his time steeping his tea, more so than usual, but at that point he wasn’t too concerned about the minute impact it would have on the taste of his lavender infusion. Rosa’s wellbeing came first and foremost, and Vyn needed to watch her for anything that could clue him in…

Yet apart from her nervous fidgeting, nothing else stuck out at him, and so after some time he eventually emerged from the kitchenette bearing a tray laden with tea and some cookies.

After pouring tea into both their cups Vyn sat himself in the plush chair opposite hers, crossing his legs to make him appear unbothered and relaxed around her. “How was your day so far?”

“Ah, well…” Rosa absent-mindedly brought her fingers to the side of her face, tucking a non-existent strand of hair behind her ear. “Samey.”

I have never seen her so nervous before. “Mm-hmm.” Vyn raised his cup to his lips. “The way you are being very nervous right now, however,” he took a sip of his tea, and frowned a little as he realized that it was a little on the bitter side as a result of over-steeping. “Does not seem all ‘samey’ to me.” He put his cup back onto its saucer. “Would you not tell your closest friend what is bothering you?”

Rosa sighed. Then moaned “Why did I let Kiki talk me into going here,” under her breath.

Vyn raised his eyebrows. “Miss Kiki?” A pause. “If you are this bothered, then your work friend made the best call in suggesting you come to me for help.”

Rosa then groaned, “Ugh, you weren’t supposed to hear that but okay.” She buried her face in her hands.

The doctor merely sat there quietly, letting Rosa compose herself, hiding his own anxiety with methodical, deliberate motions of sipping his tea.

They both sat there in relative silence: Rosa softly keening in embarrassment; Vyn calmly drinking his tea.

Then he decided to break the silence. “I assure you, you can tell me anything, and none of it will get out of these walls.” Another sip on his almost-empty teacup. “Otherwise, I would be violating our code.”

Rosa sighed. “Fine. You win as always, Dr. Richter.” She wrung her hands again. “Well, you’ve noticed how stressed I am at work.”

Vyn said nothing, only nodding at her to show he was listening.

“Well. Ah. It’s…” More wringing of hands. “Trying to manifest in certain ways. Um.”

Long, slender fingers picked out a dark chocolate cookie laced with matcha ripple. “Yes, that is to be expected. People under extreme stress may experience compulsion to do any of a myriad possible things, to blow off steam, so to speak,” Vyn said before biting off a piece of cookie. 

Rosa moved on to twiddling thumbs. “Yes. Compulsion. I guess…that’s an apt word.”

“Compulsion to…?” Vyn let his voice trail off as he poured himself another cup of tea. 

“It’s so hard to put into words…” Rosa murmured, more to herself.

“Once again, Rosa, it is part of my duty to ensure secrecy.” He lifted the cup to his mouth, lips resting against the warm rim of the ceramic teacup. “Is it so dire as the impulse to—” Vyn then proceeded to voice out one of the more serious manifestations of pent-up workplace stress, as a way to encourage her to open up. “...Report for work at Themis Law armed with a semi-automatic machine gun and…going to town with it?” 

Another sip of tea.

“No, Dr. Richter,” Rosa said, her voice flat. Then came the few words that Vyn least expected to come from her mouth, not before this very moment: “All day, every day, all I ever think about is wanting to suck someone’s dick.”

Vyn promptly coughed out his tea, spilling hot liquid all over his waistcoat.

Rosa now audibly moaned. “See? See?” 

Despite her anguished shame she still had the presence of mind to quickly grab the nearby tissue caddy, leaning over the table to help Vyn dab the liquid off his clothes. “This is why I didn’t want to talk about it!”

“No, no, I am sorry, I truly am,” Vyn quickly muttered as his fingers took more tissues and patted away the spots of pale purple liquid from his white coat. “My apologies…”

Then, in a fit of very rare impulse, Vyn grabbed Rosa’s hands that were still trying to clean his waistcoat, and held her miserable gaze with his earnest own. 

“Rosa, yes, I will admit I was taken by surprise, but,” He squeezed her hands. “With that out of the way, I will still help you, and I am very much qualified to do so. Will you not trust me on this one?”

Rosa’s lower lip trembled under his gaze. “Just so you know, Dr. Richter, I’m already at the lowest depths of my shame and I can’t believe I owned up to my depravity to you of all people and I really really can’t go any lower right now and—” she babbled, averting her eyes away from his, her mind clearly going on the fritz. “I can’t…I don’t think I can take th—”

“Rosa. Rosa.” Vyn still did not let go of her hands. He lowered his voice, carefully modulating it to avoid upsetting her even further. “Sssh, it is alright. It is not as serious as you think it is.” He let his thumbs rub against her wrists, reassuringly. “Calm down.” 

His voice was soft, yet firm; as firm as his hold around her wrists. “Look at me. Look at me, Rosa. Ssh.”

Slowly, Rosa trained her eyes onto his face once again. “O…kay?”

Somehow she looked at him quite oddly, but at the confusion of the moment Vyn didn't quite catch it until much, much later. 

When it was much too late. 

Smiling gently, Vyn placed one of Rosa’s hands onto his chest. “Breathe along with me. You can do this much, yes?”

Rosa nodded quietly, her eyes still not leaving his face, as if transfixed.

“Alright then.” Vyn motioned for Rosa to sit down once again into the plush chair, and, with her hand still pressed against his chest he knelt in front of her chair, leaning forward to touch her forehead with his.

Her skin felt warm, even slightly feverish. 

He then started to inhale and exhale deep breaths, in slow cadence; letting Rosa feel his chest rise and fall underneath her palm. Their breathing mingled with each other’s, Vyn's leading Rosa's to a slower  tempo. 

Gradually her erratic breathing smoothed into a more regular rhythm, and her trembling ceased.

This went on for one full minute, after which their breaths finally synchronized with each other’s and Rosa finally calmed down. 

A long, drawn out sigh escaped her lips. “...sorry about that,” she murmured, face slightly flushed as Vyn let her go. “But yeah. I’m sorry you had to hear that.” She sank lower in her chair, arms wrapped around herself.

Rosa furtively snuck glances at him. 

Vyn padded back to the chair opposite hers. “Stop apologizing for something that is not wrong, Rosa,” he said, a wry smile on his face. “So your chosen outlet is of a sexual nature. You are a healthy adult. What of it?”

“It being painfully embarrassing aside,” Rosa said, worrying her lip with her bottom teeth, “It’s also getting in the way of work. It’s…distracting, to say the least.” Another sigh. “I’ve been so out of it lately, and the novels that Kiki have been making me read lately are making it worse…”

“And this particular impulse to perform fellatio, this manifests when you are experiencing work stress?” Vyn asked, tone as neutral as possible. “Does it also manifest with other stressors, like anxiety, perhaps?”

“Yes, and yes,” Rosa finally found it in herself to reach for her cup of tea, now cold. “I um. Deal with it by reading the stuff Kiki sends my way. In private, of course.” She knocked back the entire teacup’s worth of drink in one go.

“Reading…?” Vyn prompted her to elaborate further.

“Smut,” Rosa said.

“Ah,” was all he could say in response.

“Hmm. Did you start taking any new medicine recently? Or any changes to existing medication, perhaps?” Vyn tried to suss out if her case qualifies as one of compulsive sexual behavior.

A spike in libido, in other words.

“No. Not taking anything regularly, except for the usual headache medicine I sometimes need to take in the morning after a bad overtime.” Rosa absently took a bite from a butter cookie. “Why, Dr. Richter?”

Vyn refilled Rosa’s cup. “Okay. With that ruled out…at the moment I think it is safe to say that what you have is a clear, simple case of pent-up stress.” He gave Rosa a tight-lipped smile. “Do you mind if I start asking some probing, possibly uncomfortable questions? If any of my questions make you uncomfortable or offend you, let me know, and I will drop it.”

Rosa blinked, then fell into silence for a few moments, as if giving it some thought. Then, “Well, I think you’ve heard the worst of it, so,” she shrugged, then took the warm, refilled teacup with both hands. “Shoot, Dr. Richter.”

“And take my shot I will, then,” Vyn smiled. “Alright, first of which is…do you have a partner? Someone you are intimate with?” 

Ah, there I go, asking questions I do not want to hear the answer to. Vyn's neutral face colored with a hint of pleasantry perfectly hid his chagrin. 

Thankfully, Rosa shook her head, “Nope. Sexually frustrated here,” she said. “If I did, I probably wouldn’t be here in the first place, Dr. Richter,” she said with a lopsided grin. “That makes it a weird question, no?”

Ah, sharp as always. “Not necessarily, no,” Vyn blithely countered, side-stepping any chance for Rosa to find out that his questions are actually of a selfish nature. “There are instances where a couple may need therapy to address any issues arising from mismatched libido, which may, in turn,” he gestures towards her. “Also cause problems similar to yours.”

“...Okay,” Rosa murmured. “But um. Yeah, no partner.”

He nods. “Alright. Since you do not have a partner; I have another question, to try and determine how exactly this impacts you negatively.”

Should I ask this now?  He mulled as he made a show of refilling his tea and taking a butter cookie from the tray, stalling for time to let him weigh his options. 

The question he now wanted to ask was something he always wondered, something he wanted to be more certain about, and now that the chance to ask has presented itself he wanted to grasp it with both hands and take it. 

Vyn then, with the driest and most clinical voice he could muster, asked, “Do you feel like this stress-induced compulsion of yours is making you look at any male colleagues in your law firm as a desired sexual partner?”

There.

Let the chips fall where they may. 

This time, Rosa did look taken aback, and Vyn feared that he may have gone too far. Yet her reaction was indeed strong, but in a way that he did not expect.

“Hell no!” She exclaimed incredulously. “Whenever I see them, all they remind me of is work, work, work. All of them in Themis,” she did a mock grimace. “Ugh, no. Please.”

Behind Vyn’s poker faced facade his heart soared, and angels sang at the back of his head. 

Yes! 

He then cleared his throat. 

One more. 

“Maybe I should rephrase the question a bit. With the compulsion to perform that certain act in mind, have you started looking at any of your male colleagues as a potential sexual partner?”

“Um. Hahaha.” Rosa raised an eyebrow at him, yet remained quiet after that. She took another bite from the butter cookie she had been nibbling on.

Vyn—strangely seized by a strong need to exploit the very rare chance to ask otherwise very inappropriate questions—decided to wait in silence for half a minute. If, perhaps, if that half minute lapsed without her saying anything, or if she outright declined to answer the question, then he would drop it—

“...yes, actually,” Rosa eventually said, at the twenty-seventh second. 

Vyn’s mouth suddenly went dry.

“Mm-hmm,” Vyn hummed as noncommittally-sounding as possible. “I see. It is not at all strange. Sexual tension between friends happen more often than people would like to think.” He took a sip of tea, letting the much-needed feeling of warmth spread in his throat, to calm his own nerves. “Perhaps I can help you in this regard?” 

The irony in his words did not escape him. Not at all.

“Help…how?” Rosa was understandably suspicious.

Realizing that he was already far in too deep at this point, Vyn decided to play it off coolly. “Well. If I am familiar with this person you are interested in, perhaps I may help you with a few po—”

“Oh, you are very familiar with this person I am currently eyeing, Dr. Richter,” Rosa murmured quietly.

Behind his unassuming, lazy smile, Vyn’s stomach suddenly plummeted. The way she worded it. Luke, perhaps? Marius?

“Oh? Think you can indulge your friend’s curiosity?” Vyn said, prepping the very same knife that he supposed would be used to stab his exposed, vulnerable heart. 

He would need more than a few nights spent at The Abyss to berate himself of this particularly foolhardy, stupid folly. The sooner I am cured of this obsession I have with her and move on, the better.

“You won’t be upset?”

“Not at all. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Well then, Dr. Richter. You see this person everyday,” she said as she once again lifted the teacup to her lips, but she looked at him quite intently as she sipped the liquid. “...in the mirror.”

Silence as dense as concrete hung—no, crashed—into them, particularly onto Vyn.

Ah.

This is getting too dangerous, he decided as he folded his hands onto his lap. Too inappropriate. And I brought this upon ourselves. 

Yet despite his words an unmistakable feeling of elation, of relief, mixed with a little bit of unhinged ecstasy washed over him. 

His mask of a gentle, reassuring smile hid the very, very strong, dark urge to just stand up and gather Rosa into his arms, to carry her to the chaise longue and provide her the very relief that she had been seeking.

But no, this was his Rosa, his prized Rose, and he was not about to renege on his promise to help her just to sate his basest desires. He had waited for so long; he can wait longer if need be.

“I see,” he said, “I will have to admit, I am very honored, and flattered, that you consider me a,” his heart sang as he uttered the next few words. “...possible partner.”

Yet somehow, Rosa’s voice trembled when she said, “I think there’s a but in there somewhere. Dr. Richter.”

“Unfortunately yes, there is a ‘but’,” Vyn nodded. “There is the matter of conflict of interest. It tantamounts to an ethical violation, you see, should I further proceed to intervene.”

“Uhuh.”

“I can recommend you to a colleague who specializes on sex therapy.” Vyn continued. “She—”

Rosa shook her head weakly. “Mm, that’s fine, Dr. Richter,” she murmured. “I know you mean well, and I trust you, but I can’t help but feel I’ll be judged if my issue is going to be handled by another person.”

“That is not true, Rosa,” Vyn reminded her. “We are professionals. I can personally vouch for my colleague—”

“Mm, that’s…that’s fine,” Rosa gave him a crooked, forced smile. “I think I’ve taken up enough of your time now, Dr. Richter, I…I think I should go.” She straightened her skirt and started to gather her things.

Vyn realized that Rosa acted as if he had outrightly rejected her. 

Oh no. No. No, no no. God damn it!

Rosa was already making her way to the door when Vyn blurted out, with more force than he had intended: “One week!”

Rosa stopped in her tracks, and looked at him warily. “One week…?”

“One week,” Vyn repeated. “You seem to be thinking in the heat of the moment. So what I want you to do, Rosa, is to give things a bit of thought for one week, cool your mind off if possible, and if you think you…you still want me after that one week then come back here.”

He did not realize it, but Vyn’s eyes looked a little desperate, and even Rosa herself understood. 

“Mind, though, that should you come back here after that one week, anything that we will do in relation to your predicament will need to be…” He took a deep breath. “...stricken off the record.”

He let the silence explain the implications.

“I…see.” Rosa nodded. “I’ll see you when I see you, Dr. Richter.”

Half an hour after Rosa left his office Vyn was still burying his face in his hands, clearly thrown in for a loop. 

This is not going according to plan at all.

As he left for the day he told his assistant to not encode Rosa’s walk-in consultation into the log. “She was merely a friend visiting me,” Vyn told him, much to his assistant’s confusion. “Just a friendly visit.”

===

One week came, and went.

Vyn had been mindful enough to steer clear of Rosa during that one week when she was supposed to think things through. 

And on the Monday after that one week had elapsed he made it a point to clear his schedule from noon onwards, yet stayed in his office for a couple hours longer than usual…in anticipation of her momentous visit to his office. 

If she would drop by, that is.

Her getting cold feet was not inconceivable. In fact, Vyn expected her to, especially with her tendency to assume that he was somehow unattainable, that he was to be placed on a pedestal. 

He was painfully aware of it, and spent many a time trying to undo that particular dire effect from only wanting to be the most dependable friend she could ever ask for.

Vyn sighed, and stole a glance at the system clock of his workstation monitor. Twenty minutes past seven in the evening. I suppose Rosa sobered up, he thought in deep regret. Yet this is probably for the best. 

A moment’s madness, however sweet, is still madness.

He was already preparing his satchel bag for the drive home when the door to his office suddenly swung open.

Rosa stumbled into his office, still catching her breath.

“Dr. Richter,” she called out to him in between gasps. “I—I’m glad you’re still here.”

“Rosa, I—” Vyn, for once, felt that the rug had been pulled under his feet. 

He stood there, hands still in his bag, frozen in the act of getting ready to leave. “Ah, my apologies. Please, take a seat,” he murmured as his wits finally caught up with him.

His object of obsession sat herself in one of the seats set in front of his desk. “So. Um. Yes.”

“You are sure of your decision, Rosa?” Vyn asked quietly, settling himself back into his executive chair. 

He took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with the cloth he kept in one of his coat’s inner pockets; pushing them back up the bridge of his nose once he was satisfied.

He opened his mouth to say something, yet closed it without uttering a word. 

There was nothing else for him left to say.

She absently straightened the hem of her skirt. “Well, this place is most certainly out of the way home to my place,” she said. “This wasn’t a spur of the moment decision.”

“...I see.”

Vyn decided he had heard enough. 

He stood up from his chair, and walked to where Rosa sat.

And knelt in front of her.

With a tender hand he cupped one of her cheeks, gently turning her face towards his. “Tell me if this is unpleasant for you,” he whispered before leaning in for a chaste peck on her lips.

“No,” Rosa whispered against his mouth. “I like it.” 

To Vyn’s utter surprise Rosa slid her arms around the back of his shoulders, trembling hands grabbing him by the nape and the back of his head; she hung onto him rather desperately as she started kissing him hungrily with tongue. 

The intensity of her kiss was such that it sent him reeling into her lap, and Vyn found himself clinging onto the armrests of her chair as he almost literally drowned in her needful kissing.

He certainly bore the full brunt of her pent-up stress as she devoured him in her embrace, her tongue—inexpertly, yet brimming with passion—exploring his mouth, her lips pressing, moving against his as she made it known just how much she wanted him at the moment.

No words were said. Only their mingled heavy breathing, the unmistakable wet sounds of torrid kissing, and soft whispers could be heard in his office.

“All that one week ever did was make things worse,” Rosa eventually said, a tad wistful, as she surfaced for air. “I…have Mr. Wing ever told you about a mistake I almost did the other day?”

“Mm. No. We never talk outside NXX meetings and other…similar functions…” Vyn murmured absently, a vivid flush coloring his face, hooded gold eyes hazy with something quite primal. “What was it…?”

Rosa was about to recount what happened—it appeared to Vyn that way, at least—yet one look at his face and all she could do was to kiss him again. 

It finally dawned on him, while Rosa had her way with him—as he draped over her lap, letting his Rosa indulge in his mouth, his skin, his scent, as much as she wanted to—that he had well and truly lost all modicum of control when it came to her. 

Eventually he could feel his own desire taking over; his pants now felt uncomfortably tight. Vyn had to pull away from the kiss. “Not here,” he said, his voice almost wavering. All he wanted to do was to lose himself in her but this was not about him; he was there merely to provide her a means for release. “Not here,” he repeated. “We need to do this somewhere you are in control and fully comfortable in. How about your apartment?”

===

The drive to Rosa’s apartment was filled with such sexual tension that Vyn finally realized just how debilitating such type of tension could be, especially when forced in situations where he had to endure such but could not act on it. 

Like driving, for instance.

It was slowly driving him insane; certainly took all he had not to feel up her thigh whenever he reached for the gear stick. 

And when they finally entered her apartment, after Rosa had locked the main door behind her, Vyn was slammed against the nearest wall and his necktie pulled down with such strength by the veritable force of nature that was Rosa’s hunger. 

“I’m sorry, Dr. Richter,” Rosa mumbled, urgently, before she nibbled on his lower lip. “I’ve always liked you, I think, but I never knew just how much I wanted you until you made me look at you last week. When you were trying to calm me down.” 

Moaning, she pressed her body even more against him. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, before pulling his face towards hers; her tongue slipping past his lips to taste him.

Vyn couldn’t help but shiver, swallowed whole by her overwhelming need for him that he never quite expected. Rosa’s soft breasts were pressing against his torso; one of her thighs wedging between his legs and deliberately rubbing against his stiffening erection. Shit. “No need to feel sorry,” he said after her mouth moved on to trace his jawline with the tip of her tongue. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as she gently bit his neck. 

He could feel her bury her nose in the crook of his neck; he could feel her take in deep breaths, inhaling his scent. She sighed, her breath hot and enticing against his skin, “You really smell so good,” she murmured. “Why am I only realizing how much you turn me on, only now?”

Because you were not paying attention, Vyn wanted to tell her, if only to get back at how many times his advances were either unknowingly rebuffed or outrightly dismissed. 

“Rosa, why don’t we—damn—move on to your living room?” Vyn managed to say instead, as Rosa’s hands slipped into his doctor’s coat, coiling her arms around his body as she kissed him deeply yet again. “We can, we can—hahh—finally get you to do what you have been thinking about for so long now.”

When Rosa pulled back, all Vyn could see was her desire for him, quite unhinged: olive eyes half-hidden behind her lashes and further obscured by something dark. Her glossed lips curved into a knowing smile. “I like how you think,” she said, in a maddening half-smile. “I’ve always liked how you think. Now that I’ve had one week to reflect on things I’m now convinced how silly we were, letting us settle into being only friends.”

That was only you, Vyn hazily thought, still reeling in the headiness of her embrace. “I also wanted you, Rosa,” he whispered, relishing the sensation of Rosa’s hands feeling him up his chest. “You have no idea.”

He was led into her living room, and there Rosa forcefully pushed him onto the sofa. Vyn gasped—yet the experience was not unpleasant—and his gasp immediately transitioned to moaning as Rosa clambered onto his lap, claiming him once again in a kiss while tugging at his necktie even harder than she did earlier. Her other hand impatiently grabbed fistfuls of his silver hair as she devoured him with yet another long round of kissing that left both of their lips red and raw.

At this point Vyn was now intoxicated in the heat of the moment and could no longer think far ahead as he was wont to do. “What are you waiting for, pet?” he grinned at her, almost leering, no longer bothering with putting on polite, pleasant masks. “Did you not say you wanted to suck someone’s dick?”

Rosa giggled as she slid against his body, also fully clothed as he was but no less aroused. “Is that an invitation?” Her hand slowly, tantalizingly slid downward; until it was low enough for her to caress his erection through his pants. “God, I really want to…”

“Then do it,” Vyn licked his lips. “Have your way with me,” he whispered, voice low and dripping with molten honey. “Do you want me to help you undo my belt and trousers for you?” His mouth twisted into a devilish grin. “Or do you want to indulge in ravishing your favorite doctor and do it yourself?”

Rosa matched his unhinged grin. “Ravish?” she asked, amused at his choice of words. “Like I said, I really like how you think.” She slid off his lap and knelt in front of him, slotting herself between his spread thighs. “Dr. Richter,” she murmured as her fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt; “Have you always fantasized about a girl blowing you under your desk?”

Vyn let out a dark chuckle. “Not really, no, but my fantasies always involved an attorney named Rosa, and how wonderful she must be, writhing upon my bed. Underneath me. Crying out my name as I fuck her until she begs me to stop.” His grin widened further, “That is, if I would stop. I will enjoy her as much as I can, until my knees give out.”

Rosa had already pulled down his zipper by the time he finished detailing his vulgar promise of pleasures to come. “That’s a high bar you’re setting,” she said as her fingers massaged his erection through his underwear. “I’m not sure if I can even meet Dr. Richter’s lofty expectations.”

“I am sure you will,” he said quietly, intently watching Rosa as she fondled him with experimental touches. “But this moment is not about me; rather for you and letting you deal with your stress. Go ahead. Play with it if you wish.”

Spurred on by his words Rosa slipped her unsteady fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer shorts, finally freeing his cock from its confines. She gasped as she beheld it in all of its stiff glory, her eyes glued to his proud cock in rapt attention. 

“Do you like it?” He asked. “Does it meet your expectations? He bit his lip, eyes still closely watching her. “Hahh—yes. Yes,” He let out a ragged sigh as Rosa tentatively licked at the tip of his cock, tasting his precum.

“Hmm.” Rosa watched his cock twitch. She licked it again, on the underside of his tip this time; his cock once again twitched in response, making her smile in a strange child-like glee. “How cute,” she whispered, before planting a soft kiss on its tip. “I like it.” She allowed herself a long, slow, deliberate lick from the base all the way up to tip. “It’s way better than I expected, now that I’m seeing one up close.”

Her words caught his attention. “Is this your first time having sex with a partner?”

“Uhuh,” Rosa hummed in affirmation, then trailed small, exploratory kisses along his shaft, alternating it with shy flicks of her tongue. She let out a small giggle as he twitched once more, against her cheek. “Hey!”

“Heh. Take your time playing, little pet,” Vyn drawled as he sank deeper into her sofa’s cushions. He continued to passively watch Rosa as she satisfied her curiosity, clearly not aware how much her little licks, kisses and even soft nibbling on the skin of his cock gradually pushed him towards the edge. 

The precum that Rosa licked off earlier was quickly replaced; a bead of clear fluid started to dribble along the tip. 

"There it goes again," Rosa murmured. She swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock, cleaning it of precum. 

A sharp intake of breath. "Stop teasing me Rosa," Vyn hissed. "Make me come. Please."

Rosa tipped her head to the side, looking innocent. "But you told me to take my time playing with you." 

From Vyn's vantage point she looked like the very image of a succubus, playing up the visual qualities of a pure, innocent, virginal maiden while obviously engaging in lascivious acts. "Changed your mind?" She then dropped her girlish act, and her expression transitioned once again to reflect her desire to consume him. 

"I thought you wanted to perform fellatio," Vyn whispered, voice dropping a couple octaves lower. "Do you not want to suck me off? Does mine not measure up to your specifications?" 

Rosa laughed a little. "Please, Dr. Richter. Any larger and I'll probably choke." Her lips now hovered above his tip. "I was just messing with you." The tip of her small tongue flicked at his cock's slit, prompting yet another small gasp from the doctor. 

"You will not choke on it," Vyn eyed Rosa hungrily, and with soft whispers he continued, "In fact, you might find it just the right size for your pretty little mouth to wrap your lips around.” His cock twitched at the sight of her mouth taking him in; her head slowly bouncing over his lap, dick sliding into her mouth inch by delicious inch. "Just like that. Slowly. No need to rush. Try to slide your tongue—nngh—against it. Just a bit." 

"Mmph…" Rosa moaned, turned on, with Vyn still inside her mouth. 

The resulting vibrations emanating from the back of her throat felt so good that Vyn couldn't help but throw his head back into the cushions. “Damn it,” he groaned, catching himself before he could cry out in sheer pleasure. 

His hands slid along the soft velour surface of Rosa’s sofa, fingers splayed to find purchase for him to hold on to. There were none; leaving him with balled fists and all-too obvious tracks created by his nails: irrefutable evidence of just how much control he had already lost.

It was certainly something for Vyn to ruminate over the dictaphone in the next few lonely nights, but not right now. Not right now, when Rosa—the girl of his dreams, the one who owned him, even if she was too dense to even understand it—was kneeling right in front of him, as if in prayer.

And such fervent prayer involved his cock sliding into her mouth.

Encouraged by the extremely positive feedback, Rosa started to punctuate the up-down movement of her lips with occasional humming. 

"Hahaha. Oh, shit," Vyn moaned helplessly. And she's not even sucking. He gritted his teeth, hellbent on not reaching orgasm too soon. Yet. "Y-you can try sucking—" his words abruptly cut off as Rosa immediately did as he suggested, and he almost regretted it: it felt much too good, and he knew he would come any moment now… 

It was clear that she wasn't used to the act, but the image of Rosa performing fellatio on him, his Rosa, and doing it quite earnestly… it was more than enough stimulation for him. 

And he had never felt this much stimulation before. 

Vyn slowly, gradually lost grasp on what little control he had left.

He had been careful not to put his hands on her as she indulged herself with him, careful not to unintentionally drive the pace of the act, to let Rosa be fully in control. He had decided, long before they even started, that her pleasure would come first and foremost, and that his would be merely a happy secondary result.

Yet right now one of his hands found the back of her head, fingers twisting loose locks of her auburn hair around his digits. He then pushed her head down, making her take in more of his cock, enough for him to hit the back of her throat. 

"Yes. You have been good so far, Rosa. Just a little more," he whispered in between urgent, shallow breaths. "Just—ahh, yes. Almost…" 

His other hand grabbed her right hand by the wrist; Vyn guided her inexpert fingers into jerking off the last few inches of him that could no longer fit in her mouth. "Suck on me just a bit more, my succubus. Would you let me come in your naughty little mouth of yours, I wonder? So you can have a—mmm, yess—full taste of me." It was clear that his own degeneracy was in full display, but Vyn let it; much better for Rosa to know he had this very nature lurking in his depths before she decides to stay with him.

Oh, Rosa, his heart yearned for her to accept him and his myriad little perversions; the ugly cracks to his overall self that resulted from just how much he had to endure in the gilded hellhole he escaped from. Look at me. Look at me, and please do not turn away.

Yet at this moment Rosa abruptly pulled away and gasped for air.

Vyn felt the most dire mixture of slight rejection, and immediate frustration upon being denied immediate release. I was so close…!

He was about to voice out his frustration, yet his words died in his throat the moment his eyes focused onto Rosa’s face, now that she sat on her haunches in between his legs, the entirety of her face in full view: Her chin was completely drenched with her saliva; the same saliva that also pooled around the base of his cock. Traces of involuntary tears also ran down both her cheeks, most probably from when he pushed her head down deep enough for his cock to hit the back of her throat. 

The absolutely debauched sight of his Rosa in such a state almost made the doctor achieve orgasm. 

"Why did you stop?" He meant his words to come out imperious, but instead what came out sounded strangled and utterly needy. 

"I'm sorry," Rosa groaned. "I'm just so horny…" She quickly stood, on unsteady legs, to hike up her skirt and step out of her panties.

But before she could kneel between Vyn's legs once more he grabbed her by the arms, pulling her down towards him, forcing her to straddle one of his thighs. "Who told you to stop?" he growled, voice dangerously low this time. One of his hands snaked up her inner thigh. "I was near. You utter, utter—" 

Fingertips briefly strummed her moist clit, only for a couple of seconds, after which his fingers withdrew; fingertips settling just an inch away from the entrance to her cunt. "...tease."

"Nngh…I didn't do it on purpose!" Rosa whimpered as she moved her hips in an effort to have her clit rub against his fingers. "Please, Dr. Richter!"

Yet Vyn merely slid his fingers down her thigh even further, his touch never leaving her skin. "A favor for a favor, Rosa," Vyn murmured, voice as smooth as silk. He started to caress her lower thigh. "Someone of your profession should know better, no?" He lightly pinched the tender skin of her inner thigh, making her yelp in surprise. "But no, you stopped, just when I badly needed my relief."

All it did, however, was turn her on even more. She rubbed her thighs together, sandwiching Vyn’s teasing hand between them. "I just… I just want to know how it feels to have someone else touch me—aaah!"

So that is how things are, at the moment…

Vyn did not let her finish; he now had a better grasp on her current predicament. 

Rosa, he quickly learned based on what she just said, was starving for touch. The need to perform fellatio was merely a part of her need to be physically intimate. 

And so with this realization he decided to let his Rose taste a little bit of pleasure. A hand slid up her thigh; his thumb started making slow circular motions directly onto her clit. Another finger idly stroked the entrance to her cunt. "Do you still want to fellate me, pet?" he asked. "Or do you…" the finger slowly slipped inside her hole. "...want to move on to the main course?" 

The finger slid in and out of her with tantalizingly slow yet deliberate movements, punctuated with the occasional flicks onto her clit with the pad of his thumb. “This is merely a taste,” he murmured as his lips hovered close to her ear. “Do you not desire to be filled?”

His tongue slithered along her earlobe. “Do you not wish to fuck me?” Then grinned at her, as if he were the Devil trying to push her into committing a mortal sin, for his own pleasure. 

He slipped another finger into her cunt; both fingers now buried in her knuckle-deep, massaging her hot inner walls.

Shuddering, Rosa leaned forward, now clinging desperately onto his neck, as she let his fingers wind up the tension between her legs tighter and tighter, until she could do nothing but rut against his hand. "I can always suck you off again, Dr. Richter, if you want. Anywhere you want,” she was now running her mouth off, too horny to care about the consequences of her words. “I really, really need to cum. Like. Right now.”

“Fuck me then?” Vyn whispered as he increased the tempo of his finger fucking. Wet, lewd sounds could be heard from between her thighs. 

“Mm. Yeah.” Rosa arched her back, now fully losing herself into  his fingers deep in her cunt. “Oh, but if you don’t stop right now, I’ll—”

Vyn laughed quietly against her ear, his laughter breathy and unmistakably erotic. “Do you want to be in control?” His free hand now crept up underneath her blouse, slipping inside one of the cups of her brassiere to tease her nipple. “You on top?” 

“Oh—oh fuck!”

“Tell me what you want, or I will not stop…” A chaste kiss on her ear. “Either way, I like seeing you come undone. Be it on my fingers, or on my dick.”

Another low laughter, now almost menacing.

“Shit, I can’t stop now, I can’t stop, I’m sorry—” Rosa hissed as she fucked Vyn’s hand harder. “I’m—aaaah!”

Vyn started thrusting his fingers harder, faster as Rosa lost herself to orgasm. “Yess. Nothing wrong with coming. Let yourself go,” he hissed as he helped her ride out her orgasm. “Feels quite good, yes?”

Rosa then slumped over him, her flesh twitching around the fingers still buried in her cunt. “Oh god. That was probably the best…the…ah—” She could not articulate her thoughts at the moment.

Chuckling, Vyn pulled his fingers out and, in Rosa’s full view, started to lick his fingers clean. “I like how you taste,” he murmured. “Did you ever try tasting yourself after you masturbate?”

Rosa wordlessly shook her head, too tired to even talk. 

“You taste rather good,” Vyn whispered as he slipped his pussy juice-coated finger between Rosa’s lips, making her taste her own flavor. “Do you not think so?”

“Mmph—” Rosa sucked on his finger, and Vyn was so overcome by how hard it made him that he grabbed her, pulling her roughly towards him and kissing her full on the mouth, with his finger still between her lips. Their tongues entwined and slid against each other’s, alternating with each of them taking turns sucking on his finger trapped between their mouths. 

“Nngh, Dr. Richter, I didn’t know you were this wild,” Rosa murmured as their sultry, desperate kissing finally broke. “So hot.”

“That is because you were not paying attention,” Vyn finally said what he wanted to when they arrived in her apartment. “I am so attracted to you, did you not notice?”

His words stunned her into further silence, and she stared at him quietly for almost half a minute. “I thought I was just being a little too hopeful,” she said timidly as soon as she found her voice. “I thought you were just indulging me, flirting with me because you knew I liked it. Liked you.”

“I know, and I do not blame you for thinking so,” Vyn said as he started to take off his clothes for the final voluptuous act. He was about to shrug off his white doctor’s coat when Rosa stayed his hand. “No, keep it on,” she said, voice meek. “I…uh, seeing you in your work clothes turns me on.”

Vyn grinned at this particular admission, thoroughly amused at the idea of Rosa going wet whenever they bump into each other during work hours, when he would most likely be wearing his research center uniform. “Really now?” he murmured as he straightened his coat back on, pulling it by the lapels. “Thank you for sharing with me your preferences.”

“Kiki knows that I have a uniform kink,” Rosa admitted. “She’s never let me live it down. Even points at policemen for me,” she groaned at the recollection. “Even Darius…ugh…”

Vyn had to raise an eyebrow. “Darius? Ah. There are pornographic videos on fantasies involving policemen; I would be surprised if Captain Morgan was not aware of that kind of…predilection.” Smiling, he tapped her lips with a fingertip. “You should not be so worried about it. Come now, turn that frown into the smile that I so love…”

Yet the smile that spread on Rosa’s lips was somewhat twisted. 

The next few minutes were once again filled with silence punctuated with wet sounds that came from their kissing. This time, both of Vyn’s hands are underneath her blouse; slender fingers pushed her bra up to let him play with her nipples. 

“Oh shit,” Rosa moaned as he started rolling her now sensitive peaks between thumb and forefinger. “I…” She started rubbing her pussy against his clothed thigh, trailing a thick line of her juices onto the fabric of his trousers. 

A dark smile spread on Vyn’s lips. “Shall we start the main course, then?” He adjusted his position on the sofa, lying down along its length.

His cock, having been neglected all this time, was no less stiff than it was when they started going all over each other. Vyn took one of her hands, guiding it into grasping his shaft. “And this time, let me reach my own release.”

He twitched in her hand.

“Mm. I’m still sorry for that,” Rosa murmured as she shimmied up to his hips, straddling him with her cunt directly on top of his cock. “I…I’m not sure if I’m doing it right, but…”

“You are doing good,” Vyn purred, his hands sliding to either side of her waist, to provide her support once she needed it. “Steady now. Lower your hips a bit, slide your knees along…yes…”

Rosa gasped and halted her movement once she could feel his tip poking into her entrance. “I—” she gulped nervously. “Is it so silly that I’m actually…afraid? It looks like it won’t fit. Um. Hahaha.”

“Heh. I knew Stellis University’s sex education was a bit lacking,” he drawled. “But not to this extent.” One of his hands reached between their bodies to grasp his cock, letting his tip rub against her sex to gather enough wetness. “If this is your first time, yes, it may sting a little bit. But I promise I will be gentle, my little pet,” he whispered. “I will not hurt you.

“So come. Ride me.”

Rosa sighed, defeated. “I guess I’m too horny to scare me off from a good dicking at this point,” she muttered.

Vyn was inwardly amused at her crude choice of words. “I will make sure you will get an exemplary dicking, Rosa,” he said, grinning.

Rosa laughed, then bit her lip as she continued her descent onto Vyn’s hard cock. “Ahh—” she winced as she felt it stretch her inner flesh; and she was not even halfway into taking in his entire length. Which was considerable, to say the least. 

“Slowly now, just relax,” Vyn said quietly as he started to slowly move his hips, gently thrusting inside her bit by bit to help her along. “Tell me if I am hurting you too much.”

“It does sting but…hnnngh….” Rosa bit her lip, slowly lowering herself around his cock even further. 

However one of her knees slipped, causing her to impale herself with his dick quite roughly before Vyn could steady her with his hands. Rosa yelped loudly, then keened in pain. “Oh shit,” she winced. “It does…hurt…?” She wiggled her hips slightly to feel the extent of the pain. “But…”

Vyn, despite the utter need to fuck and how that small mishap almost made him want to rail her—fuck her—hard and fast, could only look at her with concern stifled by barely reined-in lust. “Rosa, are you alright?” he asked. “Do you want to take a break for now…?” 

She shook her head adamantly. “No!” she said loudly as she planted her palms onto his abdomen, readying herself to finally fuck her favorite doctor. “I did feel a bit of tearing, but…” she looked at him with an unreadable expression on her face. “Does it make sense that I’m both hurt and very, very aroused?”

“Yes, yes it does,” Vyn whispered, yet still a little concerned as soon as she told him about something tearing. With a tentative touch of one of his fingers he felt around where their bodies joined; and when he pulled back his hunch was confirmed: Blood streaked the length of his finger. 

Lacerated hymen.

Rosa, now sitting on his hips, took a little bit more time to acclimatize herself. “So this is how it feels, to be filled with a man’s dick inside me,” she murmured. “It’s…it’s different from how I imagined it based on the smutty novels Kiki and I read.”

Vyn decided to hold a bit of conversation to distract Rosa from the pain, even if only for a few moments, despite the fact that being fully hilted inside her—yet not thrusting inside to chase his release—slowly and gradually pushed him into madness. “These novels…do you like the acts depicted in them?” he asked.

Rosa gave him a smile, still marred by the sting of virginity quite abruptly snatched away. “Of—of course. Which is why I like to read them to blow off steam…”

“Have you ever thought of re-enacting some scenes from the novels?” Vyn asked, his hands gently caressing her thighs. “I can indulge you, if you so wish.”

“Huh…?” she gaped at him; and a fierce, hot blush crept from her neck and eventually covered her entire face. “Um…they’re really…er. Situational?” Rosa struggled to find an appropriate euphemism for smut novels that typically involved fantasy and supernatural elements, for fear of Vyn judging her degenerate tastes in sexual media.

“Heh. Why not describe to me one of those scenes you like?” Vyn grinned at her. “Try me.”

Rosa looked a bit conflicted at his invitation, then said, “Well, one of my favorites is about a priest, who’s a demon in disguise, really, and he messes around with the lead female…” She cleared her throat. “It’s a nice temptation story, but who am I kidding?” she finally sighed. “I mostly read it for the sex scenes. And the priest character is um. Hot?”

“Aha,” Vyn murmured as he looked at her, a lopsided grin on his face. “A very strong preference for uniforms. Your penchant to read about men of certain types of professions, mostly placed in prominent positions of their chosen careers: Priests, police captains.” A pause. “Doctors.” His grin further widened. “You, my dear Rosa, have a kink for authority.”

Rosa’s lower lip trembled. “Can you please not analyze me when your dick is deep inside me, after making me bleed??” Another bout of a deep, vivid blush overtook her. She covered her face in her hands. “Ugh. If I wasn’t so horny I—”

Chuckling, Vyn tenderly prised her hands away from her face. “I was not analyzing you, Rosa,” he pointed out. “It was merely an observation.”

“Can we not talk about semantics please?” Rosa groaned. She was about to go off on another tirade, only to moan loudly instead when Vyn’s hand once again slipped between them and rubbed at her clit.

“Why are you embarrassed?” Vyn murmured as his fingertips strummed directly onto her clit. “Lend me a copy of that novel. I want to read, so I will know how to act accordingly the next time we…” he bit his lip invitingly. “Make love.”

“Oh shit, if you put it that way Vyn…ah…” Rosa moaned as her hips moved, seemingly involuntarily. “A..ahhh….”

“Does it still hurt, Rosa?” Vyn whispered quietly, hoping against hope that he can now finally fuck the woman he fell for, and lusted after for so long. “Do you think you can move…?” His fingers still kept at strumming her clit. 

“I—I think so, yeah,” Rosa murmured as she leaned forward slightly, her palms placed on his stomach to support her weight. She started to roll her hips, slowly at first to let her get used to the sexual act. “Mmm…oh damn.”

“You sound as if you are enjoying yourself.” Vyn kept on teasing her now all-too sensitive bud. “How does it feel, finally getting to experience fucking someone?”

Rosa closed her eyes as her hips rocked against his; as if relishing the feel of his cock moving in and out inside her. “It’s…it’s no exaggeration,” Rosa said, her voice shuddering. Her breathing grew erratic and shallow; an irrefutable sign of heightened sexual arousal.

“What is?” No longer being able to take being passive underneath her exploratory movements, Vyn slowly and gradually started fucking her from underneath, closely watching her face and body for any indications of pain. He also did not stop with his ministrations on her clitoris, to help distract her from any discomfort.

“...that sex really, really feels good,” Rosa’s hips now bounced over his cock. “I…shit…I think I’m now ruined…?” She moaned. “I don’t think masturbation would make me feel this good, fuck,”

“Shit,” Vyn hissed through his teeth. Rosa was pretty tight, and her fucking him with such enthusiasm, coupled with the fact that his hard on was being ignored for some time now, was a sure fire way of making him come inside her. “Rosa, if you keep on doing that, I may…ah, fuck!” he groaned as he threw his head deeper into the pillows placed by the end of the sofa. “...may come inside you, any moment now…”

“Th–that’s okay!” Rosa gasped out loud. “I’m nearing…”

“Do you not want to stretch this out further…?” Vyn managed to ask, even if he silently begged to just let him come. “I can slow down…”

Rosa shook her head. “No…Almost there,” she husked. “Don’t stop, Vyn,” 

Vyn. She finally calls me Vyn, long after that time way back in Nosta…

“Together, then?” Vyn licked his lips then with one arm pulled her down onto him, so her body laid flush against his. “Wrap your legs around my waist…yes…and hold on to me.”

And he started railing her from underneath, with such strength that Rosa could do nothing but cling to his shoulders. Vyn made sure to run his entire length for every thrust in and out of her cunt, savoring how her hot inner walls clamped ever so deliciously around his stiff cock. Savoring the sweet sounds she made every time he plunged deep inside her. Certainly savoring how much she enjoyed getting fucked by him, seeing her blissfully fucked out face as she feverishly kissed him all over…

“Vyn…I…VYN…!” Rosa threw her head back, shouting his name out loud as she spasmed around his cock still chasing release. “Vyn, oh god,” she moaned, then kissed him deeply. “So good…” And, unprompted, she whispered directly into his ear: “Please fill me with your cum.”

The final nail in the coffin.

“Hnngh—shit,” Vyn hissed as his vision blanked out, his sperm filling her in copious bursts. “Rosa, I lo—” he was going to say something in the throes of his intense pleasure, but caught himself and kissed her full on the lips instead. It felt inappropriate, he decided. Better to say it when both of them possess a certain degree of lucidity…

And, with their limbs entangled, lying down on the sofa to catch their breaths, they both delved deep into their own thoughts. 

At least, Vyn fancied, Rosa may be mulling her own options on how to proceed with the newfound physicality of their relationship. In his own case, however, he wondered if this time, this time, Rosa finally understood that—beyond the physical, the sex—she meant so much to him. So much that only she can cause him to lose control, and make him enjoy it.

Vyn’s arm coiled around her shoulders, pulling her even close to him. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

“Um…” Rosa began, hesitantly. “If…if I needed to do this again, can we…?”

Vyn’s stomach plummeted, and he sighed in barely-hidden regret. Of course she still does not pay any attention to these things. At all.

“Oh–oh, I’m sorry, I…” Rosa fidgeted in his hold, obviously mistaking his sighing for something else entirely. 

“What I mean, my dearest Rosa,” he began, making it a point to call her with intimate nicknames starting now, “Is that should you feel the need to, I am but a call away. I shall make arrangements for us to…” He ran the pad of his thumb gently across her lower lip. “...make love, posthaste.”

“Mm. Thank you…” Rosa buried her face in his neck. Then, quite unexpectedly, she nibbled onto the underside of his jaw, sucking at it quite vigorously until a deep red-purple bruise marred his fair skin. “Teehee. Gave you a hickey.”

Vyn gave her a crooked smile. “Is this the first time you have given someone a hickey?”

“Mm. Yeap!” Rosa gave him a toothy smile. “I did a great job, I think?”

“You do know that sometimes, hickeys can last up to two weeks before they completely fade?”

“...Eh?” Rosa’s smile froze on her face as the implication suddenly hit her. “Oh shit. Dr. Richter, I’m so sorry!”

There she is, going Dr. Richter once again. 

Things…never change.

“And since I am still wearing my uniform, you essentially made sure that this hickey will be in full view every time I report for duty,” Vyn continued. “Pray tell, what can you do for me, Rosa?”

Her lower lip trembled once more. “Oh…oh shit,” she muttered. I didn’t really think clearly and I thought it was a nice way to tease you, since we just did it and all but um—”

“Hush.” With a grin Vyn tilted his head a little bit to the side, pressing his lips onto the side of her neck to give Rosa her very own hickey. His smile was satisfyingly cat-like  by the time he pulled back. “There. We are even.”

Rosa blinked at him. “Oh wow,” she murmured. Just so you know, I don’t have that many turtlenecks in my wardrobe.”

“You can always wear a loose scarf around your neck,” Vyn said blithely.

“Um…how about you?” Rosa asked, shyly.

“I shall wear my mark in full display,” was all he said. “With pride.”

===

Three days later.

Kiki was working with Rosa together in her cubicle filing away printed and signed paperwork, when an elegant, low voice spoke over the cubicle partition: “Bonjour, Mesdemoiselles.”

Kiki looked up from the file cabinet both she and Rosa were hunched over, and unabashedly gaped at him. “Um. Dr. Richter?” she almost stuttered. “How can we help you?”

“Nothing, really,” he smiled, and his golden-eyed smile was as beatific as the Sistine Chapel angels. “I only wanted to drop by and pay my closest friend a visit,” he said, motioning to Rosa who was still facing the file cabinet, frozen in place.

Dr. Richter merely stood there, waiting for Rosa to react, still with that serene smile plastered on his face.

After a few moment—that stretched quite long enough to fill an eternity—Rosa finally turned, and slowly stood up straight to face him. “Um. Hi, Dr. Richter,” she murmured, eye downcast.

Well, isn’t this really aaaawkwaaaard, Kiki cringed in second-hand embarrassment, surreptitiously looking at both Rosa and Dr. Vyn Richter.

Then she saw it.

That unmistakable mark underneath Dr. Richter’s jaw. 

A hickey?! Kiki’s synapses almost fried with the revelation, and the implications that came with it. So. So, Rosa really did visit Dr. Richter for her need to suck dick and THIS is the treatment he gave her? 

The fact that Rosa had been wearing a scarf since Tuesday was a clear indicator that yes, something good finally happened to her anguished friend.

He…Kiki’s polite smile became a little bit too taut. He gave Rosa a dicking.

Oh god Rosa you owe me a lot of stories BIG TIME and you owe me BIG TIME since I suggested you visit him in the first place!

Rosa, you lucky, LUCKY, girl!

The intern’s brain then was filled with myriad thoughts of similar nature, some of them in capslock, but then she finally managed to wrest back control over her own self and cleared her throat.

“Ehem,” Kiki said, unable to suppress her knowing grin. 

And, surprisingly enough, Dr. Richter returned it with a knowing smile of his own. 

Figures. If he’s displaying it for all to see he must be doing it deliberately and wants people to know…

In the meantime, Rosa looked like all she wanted to do was to dig a hole in the ground and bury herself alive.

Mercifully Dr. Richter dropped the amusing smile-fest and fished something from out of his pocket. “I also dropped by to return this,” he said as he walked into their shared cubicle to hand Rosa a very very familiar book.

What the fudge is that…Is that the hardcopy of that priest smut novel I lent her???

“It was a very interesting read,” Dr. Richter said, genially. Then, with a low voice he continued, “And a very useful reference, as well,” then winked conspiratorially to Kiki.

Kiki’s brain blanked out.

Rosa was still unresponsive.

“Well, I think the occupant in that office over there is making it known to me that I have overstayed my welcome,” the silver-haired psychiatrist remarked. “I shall take my leave now.” Then, to Rosa, “I will wait for your text.”

Kiki was still staring at the main entrance to their department well after Dr. Richter disappeared through the glass doors. “Damn, girl, you got yourself a huge catch,” she mumbled. “Doctor effing Richter.”

Rosa, finally able to speak, said in a strangled voice, “We’re just close, um. Friends.”

“Shut up, girl,” Kiki said. “Any more of that ‘close friends’ schtick and I’ll slap you silly.”

#tears of themis fanfic #vyn richter #mo yi #vyn richter smut #mo yi smut #kiki bennet

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19 days: Zhan Zheng Xi

By @zoraedits

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19 days fic rec

Recommending some of my favourite fics cuz why not! (With no particular order! I'm just starting from the first fic I read until the recent one)

I'm Not A Prostitute by traceytries

( E | 137,970 | 21/? )

He Tian and Red become fuckbuddies. This is an excuse for a whole lot of sexy times and the eventual feelings that come with it.

Note: my comfort fic for real❤ ( ch 10, 20 and 21 screaming at me BITCH WHAT COMFORT????) no but seriously, I really love this fic, a great combination of smut, angst and feelings. Would 100% recommend it 👌

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby by powerandpathos

( M | 50,318 | 7/7 )

Guan Shan's father leaves his family for work in New York at the beginning of the First World War — and is never heard from again.

In the autumn of 1928, thirteen years later, Guan Shan makes his own way to lower Manhattan's Little China to find him, with only the name of the man who signed his father's contract.

When he finds himself falling into the world of America's Roaring Twenties and Tong Wars, and everyone he meets is not quite as they seem, finding his father turns out to be much more complicated than he’d thought.

Note: this fic is a novel quality, like God I'm speechless. I love all the 30s vibe I got from this fic. I love everything about this fic. plot, dialogues and characterization everything about it is awesome.

Aphorism by powerandpathos

( E | 124,529 | 38/38 )

Jian Yi fell back into Zhengxi's life as if he had never gone; He Tian wanted Guan Shan in his and for him to never leave. But this isn't middle school, and they are no longer children, and nothing is that simple anymore.

Note: so angsty, so beautiful. A true masterpiece. I really cannot explain with words that how beautiful this fic is. I really loved how peaceful ending was. Just read it you won't regret it.

unstoppable force // immovable object by welcome2atlantis

( M | 78,173 | 9/? )

Mo Guanshan's latest contractual obligation is He Tian, mafia brat and resident pain in the ass. Only, it's less Mo working security, and more Mo playing nanny and trying to out stubborn his client.

or

Bodyguard!Mo suffers through He Tian's antics and accidentally falls for him in the process.

Note: a funny but also angsty story. I really love the interaction between characters, they really close to the canon (in my opinion) basically he tian is insufferable and guan shan suffers from that 😂 but also guan shan is gay and he tian is sexy and again guan shan suffers from that😂😂 some mental health issues will be discussed in this fic, so be warned if it triggers you.

Still Tripping Over You by AtomicNebula13

( E | 13,733 | 2/2 )

“Little Mo, don't drink anymore.”

The words fall on deaf ears as the slimmer man tries to keep his hold on the bottle but He Tian manages to wrestle it from him, causing some of the liquor to dribble down the redheads chin and neck. Mo stumbles a bit, unsteady on his feet but He Tian's arm wraps around his back to help him regain his balance.

“Stop drinking okay?” He Tian whispers into Mo's ear, knowing that if he doesn't stop him, the other man will most likely get sick. Mo is already sure to have a raging hangover tomorrow.

Bracing himself for harsh words or for Mo to push him away, he is taken aback when Mo clutches onto him, burying his flushed face into He Tian's neck.

Words are slurred out, muffled by his position so He Tian has to hold Mo closer to catch them.

“Chicken dick He... came back?”

Note: a hot, sexy, smuty fic🔥🔥 I'm shamelessly hoping something like this happens in the next Xmas chapter but china's censorship laws...😒 anyway! Just read it, the sex scene is very hot and detailed!

doubtful redemptions by figglypudding

( E | 20,979 | 2/5 )

“I won’t pepper you with personal questions. I won’t offer unsolicited advice or judgment. And I’ll play by your rules.”

His hand slid up from Mo’s wrist to wrap around his angry fist, bringing it towards him until its knuckles rested against his curving mouth. “And in exchange, you'll allow me to show you what it’s like to have a client that actually cares about your pleasure.”

*FORMERLY TITLED these violent delights*

Note: a dark and agsty au. I really love the description of characters, places, surroundings and everything and I'm really curious to know how the relationship between he tian and mo will develop! Please pay attention to tags and author's notes, when I said it's a dark au I really mean it! (Please check out author's other works in 19 days fandom! They are all great, and author has a great talent in writing hot and detailed smut scenes 🔥👌)

Found in Translation by mgsdays (regencyaus)

( T | 11,890 | 1/1 )

They meet on a train, going through a rural area in China. He Tian's feeling disillusioned with his brother and is running from the business meeting he's supposed to be in in Shanghai. That's about the time the hot redhead enters the train car and sits opposite him, murmured 'scuse me falling quietly from his lips.

One problem. Well, two: the guy is on the wrong seat. He Tian knows that he is because He Tian bought out every seat in the train car. He has no way to let the guy know that, considering He Tian doesn't speak a word of Chinese besides ni hao and his own name.

Which leads to problem two: redhead is breathtaking, fucking beautiful, and has an attitude to boot, and He Tian really, truly needs to make out with him, which will be difficult, considering, yeah, He Tian doesn't speak a word of Chinese besides ni hao and his own name.

He has a few hours on this train. It's going to be a long ride.

Note: so cute and wholesome💞 I was smiling the whole time reading it. I literally laughed when he tian was trying to show mo that they should kiss😂 really loved it!

lanterns on the lake by powerandpathos

( T | 17,760 | 1/1)

‘Will you kiss me?’

He Tian’s mouth opens, and he searches Guan Shan’s face, looking for something. He hasn’t taken a single step forward.

‘You’re really drunk,’ he says eventually.

‘So you won’t.’

‘Ah, fuck. Guan Shan.’ He chuckles without humour and scratches the back of his neck. ‘Listen to yourself—you barely let me touch you in case someone sees and now you want me to kiss you? That doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel a bit used, to be honest.’

Guan Shan pulls on a defiant expression. ‘Do you care?’

‘You won’t like me if I say no, so I’m going to say nothing.’

Note: oh man, wish I could add every fic written by powerandpathos here... this fic is so amazing, so angsty. I nearly fucking cried, I couldn't with all of feelings put in this fic, like, oh my god. Just read it, That's all I have to say.

fire and the flood by fayre

( M | 33,643 | 5/35 )

At this point, Guan Shan is no longer sure if it’s in his nature or if it’s been nurtured by the war.

After all, you can only nurture the best of the best when the world is slowly coming to a fucking end.

 or: Pacific Rim AU, in which Guan Shan is a hopeless recruit, He Tian is a legacy more than anyone can handle, and the world is crashing down around their ears faster than they can process. It's a matter of finding something worth fighting for — but their futures are slipping through their fingers with every passing minute.

Note: this is like...my all time favourite au. Just seeing the "Pacific rim au" made me drop whatever I was doing and read this for the rest of day. And now I'm HOOKED and I'm thinking about this fic every day. I Don't know if author has any plans continuing this fic or no so enjoy what there is for now :')

True north by fayre

( M | 34,946 | 4/? )

“Do you think I’ll kill you?”

He Tian swallows. Says, “Not particularly.”

A pause. The night swallows them whole, relentless, and He Tian wishes it’d do a better job at hiding the expression Guan Shan shows him now.

“Do you think I should?” Guan Shan asks him.

“That’s not my decision to make.”

“But it was,” Guan Shan says, voice rough. “That night. I think you should’ve killed me. I think it would’ve been easier.”

And He Tian, staring at the ceiling, his spine digging into the floorboards, and far too aware of those amber eyes piercing him through the dark, says: “I think so, too.”

Note: a shapeshifter, historical fantasy au. I think about this fic every day too :') I'm literally dying to know how the relationship between he tian and guan would develop. Between two enemies who only know how to interact with their claws and arrows.

Vulnerability by powerandpathos

( E | 7,811 | 1/1 )

He Tian and Guan Shan try something new (aka bottom!He Tian)

Note: I know that not everyone are a big fan of bottom!He tian, but if you're like me, like to see he tian in vulnerable and submissive positions, then this fic is for you😈

desecration by fayre

( M | 29,719 | 5/11 )

It couldn’t have meant so little, stardust in the face of planets. It couldn’t have meant so little because, if it did, Guan Shan would no longer be able to recognize himself as the person he became in the aftermath. He’d be hollowed out, stripped of the lessons learned and the perspectives changed like loose threads on a tapestry being pulled apart. He couldn’t bear the thought that all of this — the fighting, the understanding, the falling, the loss, the violent and unceremonious unearthing — had been for nothing.

It was too painful to have been for nothing.

 or: seven years later, he tian and jian yi return home. everyone has some healing to do.

Note: forget everything from Xmas special chapters. This is, this is the shit. This is the real angsty shit. That kind of angst that breaks your heart and you can hear the shattering. I have to check the tags every time to make sure it's happy ending😭 ( read everything written by fayre, all of their fics are beautiful and well written)

fairy tales by powerandpathos

( M | 18,001 | 1/1 )

‘You’re looking for a way out,’ he says quietly. ‘You think I’m everythin’ you're not. Free to say what I want, be where I want to be. None of it’s real.’

‘You make it easy to feel like it is.’

Guan Shan nods. Knowing he’s only met Prince He Tian three times, and knowing the truth of it is inexplicable, he says, ‘So do you.’

Note: AHHHH I really love this fic, it's really beautiful🥹💞 Prince!he tian falling in love with guan shan at the first sight. It's a beautiful royalty au.

I hold you, you hold me by Asfodel

( T | 4,434 | 1/1 )

He Tian, tall, handsome, dapper He Tian could be considered great in a lot of areas. People around him praised his manners, his perfect grades, his hand writing was neat, he was athletic, eloquent, charming and self-aware enough to be absurdly confident. Guan Shan would add that he was also excellent at being a pain in the ass.

Sleeping, however, wasn’t his forte.

-

Or He Tian has nightmares but he also has Guan Shan.

Note: this fic is really beautiful, wholesome and lovely 😭💞💞 it's also very underrated, please go read it, it literally swooned my heart ❤

Aaaand that's all! I wanted to add every fic I've read but it's already getting too long so I added the ones I really, really liked! But please read every fic written by these authors, every each of them are great and talented authors, and they have written great fics for 19 days fandom! Thank you to all authors out there, yall are amazing and I love you😭❤🫂

#19 days #fanfic #19 days fanfic #tianshan #zhanyi

[mymusehowls]

Pairings & Lines I Want

I like dark lines, fantasy, supernatural, scifi, smut w/plot. Open to m/f, f/f, m/m, poly, & playing multiple characters in a line. No cc x oc, only cc x cc or oc x oc. Crossovers in similar fandoms too! (me in pink, in throuples also willing to play the purple)

Tale of the Nine Tailed: Lee Rang/Eun Ho - AU romance

Tale of the Nine Tailed: Lee Rang/Lee Yeon - yes, incesty (fem!au also welcome)

Tale of the Nine Tailed: Lee Yeon/Ah Eum or Nam Ji Ah (m/m or f/f au also welcome)

MDZS: Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen - Gremlin on a leash XY as a sub-Top for a Dom-bottom XXC

Hazbin/Helluva: Husk/Angel - give me something messy and angsty!

Hazbin/Helluva: somebody destroy my boy Stolas or my girl Loona please, open to probably any ship with either of them

SVSSS: MoShang - reverse transmigration

SVSSS: BingLiuShen

Witcher: Yennefer/Geralt/Jaskier

MDZS: FengQing - Calamity Ghost Mu Qing, or Mu Qing in fem form

MDZS: Nie Huaisang/Mo Xuanyu

MDZS: Song Lan/Xue Yang: post Yi City, XY as a fierce corpse that SL keeps cuz XXC would want him to

MDZS: 3Zun/Qin Su - Jin Guangyao can't fuck his wife, but he can share her with his husbands Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen

Teen Wolf: Derek Hale/Kate Argent

Teen Wolf: Isaac Lahey/Erica Reyes

Alice in Wonderland: Dark & Smutty - Alice gets sucked into Wonderland again as a not very stable adult.

Vampire Chronicles/Immortal Universe: anything but LouStat. I've read all the books & seen all the shows/movies. Claudia, Gabrielle, Pandora, & Louis are my absolute favs. I will play anyone against Lasher. Also if you give me something with Bianca or Merrick I will love you forever.

Vampire Diaries: Caroline/Klaus

Snow White - She's a vampire

Angel/Devil (or any variation of supernatural good/evil)

Dark fairytales & forced marriage/mating & accidentally turning a mortal & secret trysts & forbidden romance & hidden identities that turn out to be taboo are so very my style.

#discord 1x1 #tale of the nine tailed #mdzs rp #svsss rp #witcher rp #tgcf rp #teen wolf rp #fairytale rp #vampire chronicles rp #immortal universe rp #vampire diarires rp #roleplay search #hazbin hotel rp #helluva boss rp