#mo yi x mc

[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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[tender-rosiey]

OML U WRITE FOR TOT SO MAY I REQUEST SLOW DANCING WITH VYN PLEASE

a dance to love — vyn richter x gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: babes I write for a lot of other stuff but people just don’t care 😭✋ also vyn I hope you know how much I love you even if I am cheating on you with marius

you are in the comfort of your own house, with a soft elegant tune playing in the background. the song playing was one of your lover’s favorites and so, he decided to enjoy it while he was dancing with you.

however, you aren’t exactly the most experienced in ball dancing so you were a little hesitant. with enough encouragement from him, and a few kisses and praises here and there, you got up to finally dance.

“worry not, you’re doing great,” vyn smiles in assurance while his hand is gently holding your own.

you let out of a sigh, “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

he lets out a soft chuckle, “you could never disappoint me—in fact,” his eyes lock with your own and the hand that rests on your hips pulls you closer, “I actually find this quite amusing.”

you roll your eyes, “my suffering is amusing? woe is me.”

a little laughter spills from his lips, leaving a soft smile to settle in its place later while he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on yours.

“vyn.”

“hm?” he opens his eyes and you look down at your feet, eyeing the way his moves are light and eloquent.

you pout before you speak, “how can you dance so well?”

“well, you already know, dear,” he smiles but you shake your head which makes him raise a brow, “you don’t mean the process?”

“vyn, honey, I mean that you are so good at it; it makes me swoon and it’s so unfair,” then you look away, “so no, I meant it as why are you always swoon material.”

the words stop on his tongue, but his feet never stop the tempo and the rythme they have built with your own, “swoon material? that’s—rather flattering,” he cuts himself off with a small laugh.

“oh is my vocabulary far too casual for gold old, dr. richter?” you mock and he smiles, one that is far too innocent looking for someone who was made fun of, “what are you thinking of, you white haired lad?”

“I don’t recall that being my name,” he softly says before both hands are placed on your waist and their hold tightens and your arms wrap themselves instantly around his neck as you’re whisked into the air in a full twirl before you’re set down to continue your slow dancing with a rather very satisfied looking vyn.

“vyn…” you start as he hums, clearly proud of what he did and half expecting a scolding before he presses a kiss to your cheek and you continue, “that was amazing! but you almost made my heart stop so heads up next time.”

he nods sheepishly, “I will take that into consideration, my apologies, my love.”

after a while, for some reason, you feel the urge to lean in and peck him, and he notices, a faint yet somehow elegant smirk playing at his lips, “do you want something?”

“from you?” you scoff, “never!”

after that, you spend the next few moments, dancing in each other’s embrace in silence before he smoothly says, “you are a bad liar, my dear.”

you bury your face in his chest and grumble about how he shouldn’t expose you which makes him laugh lightly once again and despite the sound being music to your ears, you would rather he not mock you at the moment.

“love,” he hums, making you look up at him.

vyn’s hand takes hold of your chin tenderly and he presses a soft kiss to your lips, tender like the touch of a petal and gently pulls back, “was that…okay?”

you ignore the question and abruptly stop your steps to quickly pull him into another kiss, one that is undeniably longer and more passionate to which he quickly falls into rythme with.

after all, the both of you are always good at synchronizing together.

you pull back, breathless but still repeat his question, “was that okay?”

he closes his eyes, sighing with a smile, “it was more than okay, however,” he halts and his hand caresses your cheek, “I think I might need a bit more.”

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[choccopom]

“After all, I hold not only two doctorate degrees but also a chonky cat, whereas Luke has only a tiny bird.”

Luke | Artem | Vyn | Marius

#tears of themis #vyn richter #mo yi #moritsuki rei #vyn x mc #thirst of themis

[rinstrumental]

false god

vyn richter / 363 words

# afab!reader, suggestive

'i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me.'

this relationship was basically doomed from the beginning. the NXX didn’t give much allowance for any sort of romance, especially when it was between two of its members.

but god, is that easy to forget when vyn richter’s lips are running down your neck as his hands wander down your torso, leaving you to cling to his shoulders and pull him in even closer. “we have… a meeting… in ten minutes.” you close your eyes, trying to focus on steadying your erratic heartbeat. last time was supposed to be the last time.

“marius is always at least half an hour late. i think we can afford to stay here a little longer.” vyn replies quickly, immediately returning to planting open-mouthed kisses across your exposed collarbones. his statement helps you relax a little, your tensed muscles slackening. it’s a bit worrying how vyn can reassure you so easily, coax you into anything with his even voice. is he just that much of an expert at psychology or do you just want to believe everything he says?

the feeling of cold fingers grazing past your bare waist jerks you out of your thoughts. the suddenness of vyn’s touch elicits a soft moan from you, much to your embarrassment. you glance down and vyn has paused his movements, smirking up at you.

“what happened to 'keep quiet', y/n?” before you have the chance to answer, vyn’s hands are moving again, sliding across your back and unhooking your bra. your cheeks heat up at the feeling of the straps slipping off your shoulders and his palms drawing closer to your breasts, sending sparks everywhere he touches. your rationality is slipping, dear god, you need him.

vyn faces you once more, his eyes flickering between your open mouth and your lidded eyes, asking - no, begging for permission. though he doesn’t show it as much, you know how badly he wants this too. not wanting to deny yourself any further, you press your lips against his and you feel vyn melt, his arms pulling you in closer.

‘even if it’s a false god, we’d still worship.’

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[crowned-clown-rising]

Why do I keep getting surprised at Vyn everytime he goes into dark mode and drops the most savage comment in a dialogue, he does that literally in every conversation he is in.

That man has 0 amount of fucks to give, I've count them. Except obviously for Rosa, who he will read books on how to wipe a floor for.

#vyn x mc #tears of themis #tot #vyn #vyn richter #莫弈 #mo yi #tears of themis vyn #nxx #tot vyn

[noted451]

“...and tonight, I love you.”

And like a plant needing shelter, I let you carry me in.

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[vhsreze]

Fluffy Fuzzy Time P.1

Vyn Richter & Luke Pearce

#tears of themis #tears of themis luke #tears of themis vyn #vyn richter #vyn x mc #luke pearce #tot vyn #tot luke #mo yi #xia yan #tot mo yi #tot xia yan

[iceysghost]

NXX Boys with a Sick Significant Other: Part 1

Tears of Themis: Vyn Richter x Rosa (MC) Reader

Word Count: 1,158 words

Vyn's phone rings.

"I'm sorry, I won't be able to visit you today. Something just popped up."

"It seems so sudden of you to say this. Did Mr. Wing not inform you about it in advance? I'll be sure to ask him about it; surely he can shoulder some of your workload."

"Please don't, Dr. Richter. This has nothing to do with him, the law firm, or the NXX. I'll be sure to manage it by myself."

"Why the honorific? And how come it has nothing to do with the things that you are often preoccupied with? I'm sorry, darling, but this feels odd. I'll have no choice but to see it myself."

And here he was, keeping you in bed, a tray of tea above your legs. The moment you opened the door for him, he immediately rushed you to your room, as if a single glance was enough to know what you were going through. Surely enough, he was right.

"Darling, please try the tea. Your throat may be sore."

As you looked away, he gently turned your face towards him and raised the cup to your lips. It was just the right temperature; a soothing sensation on your tongue and down your throat. 

"Dr. Richter-"

"Call me Vyn, dear, darling, honey; it doesn't matter, Rosa. Anything but Dr. Richter." 

"Vyn-" You cough, and he lifts up the teacup. You gently lead his hand away.

"Why would you try to hide this? I'm your lover, so you should be able to trust me." His voice and stare was full of concern, "what did I do wrong", and something that felt as if he was reprimanding you. 

"I-I think I need to go to the bathroom."

You ran out of the bedroom and into the restroom. You shut the door quickly, and fell into a mess on the floor.

Vyn was already busy studying the behavior of his patients; he didn't need to study yours. All you wished was to not burden him any further. He was the one who insistently visited, and now he thinks that it's because you don't love him enough to trust him?

Everything was just too much. You had too much on your hands, and so did he. Now that you've passed on the pain of your sickness, it all was so much worse than before.

Tears streamed down your already hot face. It was just a fever, but the feeling of it spreading all over your body was enough to make this one of the worst days of your life. It didn't help that Dr. Richter pointed out your errors in trying to take care of yourself.

Suddenly, you feel vibrations along the surface of your back. He was knocking on the door.

"May I come in?"

You stifled your breaths and wiped away your tears. He wouldn't knock on the door if he knew you were relieving yourself; of course he sensed something else was bothering you.

"Darling, may I please come in?"

Darling. His voice gave you chills. The same voice that you found comfort in was now a voice you'd do anything to avoid. You couldn't hold back anymore, you cried heavily into your hands.

You moved your back away from the door, now you were facing it.

"Vyn, I-I'm sorry, you can come in."

He gently opened the door, and fell to the ground in an attempt to reach you. Suddenly, a beep rings throughout the room. He slowly took the thermometer from your armpit, and examined it with worrying eyes.

"38.7 degrees Celsius. It's higher than before."

He looked back at you, and pulled you into an embrace.

"You're shaking, dear."

"Being sick is terrible. I wish I could work, but I can't, and this feeling on my face, it feels so disgusting, and, and-"

He rubbed your back earnestly.

"I just wanted to be independent, I didn't want to bother you, I wanted to take care of myself, but now you have have put up with me and I hate myself-"

He turns his back unto you. Longing again for his touch, you reach out to hug him.

"Hold tight."

Before you knew it, the smell of juniper had made you relaxed and you fell asleep. Vyn had carried you on his back into his parked car and brought you to his house. 

His bed was so much softer. The air conditioner was just right to make you feel less warm but not freezing. The sheets were very comforting, second only to Vyn's presence.

He woke you up with gentle kisses, tangling his hands into your hair.

"Your fever has slightly gone down. Allow me to help you further."

Vyn lifts you into a seating position, and places a tray beside you. It was not tea, rather, a bowl of water with a few ice cubes.

He dips a towel into the water, and pats your face. Then your neck, arms, hands, and he lifts up your shirt slightly to pat your stomach.

"Darling, I'm sorry if I scared you earlier. I didn't mean to scold you." He says, as he dips the towel again and brings it to your cheeks.

"I appreciate how strong you are as a person, but I'm your partner. All your problems are mine too."

He leans toward you and gently entwines his lips with yours. You pull away after a few seconds, and he looks dismayed.

"Don't kiss me, you might get sick too!"

He chuckles. "Right."

You spent the rest of the day in bed, except for the occasional bringing you to the restroom. He only ignored your constant questioning of how come he wasn't going to work. Turns out, he had a few days off just to take care of you.

When you were finally ready to say goodbye, dropping you off at Themis Law Firm, he held you close.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, dear. As you've seen, I can do everything, just like before."

Now it hit you; he wasn't ready to let you go, not because he was worried, but because he'd miss you. This was one of the times where he could dedicate all his time to you.

"I'll call you again during lunch break, and visit you after work ends. I'll be sure to work hard-."

"I'll make sure she isn't overworking herself."

Vyn looks at the man behind you; Artem, your work partner. He seemed displeased.

Artem did not return his cold gaze. He didn't seem to catch up on Vyn's petty jealousy.

"Rosa, let's head inside. We have clients waiting for us."

You reluctantly looked to the door, but Vyn held you back for a while. He gave you a short kiss on the cheek.

"Promise you'll call?"

"Of course, daaarling."

You were more excited to work, knowing that once you finished, he'd be waiting for you.

To be fair, he'll always be waiting for you. Whether sick or not.

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[tokidokinanami]

Cool Summer: A Smut rewrite (f!reader/Vyn Richter)

a/n: This smut is inspired by Vyn Richter's SR Card (Cool Summer). It contains minor spoilers for that card. 18+ only. Minors DO NOT INTERACT

Ao3 Version

Warnings: Smut, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Mutual Orgasm, Doggy Style, Missionary Position, Public Sex

Summary: A Smut rewrite of Vyn’s SR Card: Cool Summer. You and Vyn are trapped in a village because the roads are blocked. There’s a legend that says that if you find the two hidden springs in that village, a ”Dragon King” will solve your biggest problem. In an attempt to pass the time and Vyn’s persevering attitude to solve your biggest problem, both of you spend all day trying to find the springs. It ended in a hot, steamy encounter in one of the springs in the middle of the forest.

"Oh… the things I want to do to you…" He says in a low, coarse voice. "Why don’t we indulge, just. this. time."

You close your eyes, waiting for the moment your lips touch his.

Word Count: 4,866

You wake up to see the sun shining brightly towards your face. You didn’t realize you fell asleep after worrying and thinking about Vyn all night. You chuckle at the memory of Vyn falling off the bike. You’re still wondering why Vyn would borrow Professor Xumen’s bike and learn how to ride it in the dead of night. You hope he’s okay since you weren’t able to check up on him because you went home after seeing him getting accustomed to the bike. You feel your cheeks heat up as you think about him. It’s kind of hot seeing him sweaty, disheveled, and focused on achieving his goal.

You suddenly remember that you have to go check on how Vyn is doing. Feeling giddy at the thought of seeing him, you stood up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Since the weather is nice and sunny, you decided to wear a white off-shoulder sundress. After fixing yourself up, you see a piece of paper on the floor near your door. You turn the paper over and see that it’s from Vyn. He must have slid it under your door while you were asleep.

"My apologies for the late response. I will be out this morning. Can you meet me at the entrance of the hotel after breakfast?" it said on the paper

“Well this is cryptic. What is he thinking?” You thought to yourself. First, he’s learning how to ride a bike, now he’s nowhere to be found. As you walk towards the lobby, you see a bike coming towards you from a distance.

" Ah! Over here!" you yell.

Vyn stops in front of you with the bicycle. He looks at you from head to toe. Vyn was dazed at the sight of you. You were absolutely stunning in his eyes. He can’t seem to find the words to describe how gorgeous you looked in your sundress. His eyes stop at your chest, noticing that the dress is slightly transparent. He can’t help but be filled with desire. He knows he won’t be able to get his hands off of you.

"Vyn?"

"Oh! Uh.. My apologies, uhm, I did not see your messages last night," he says in a sincere tone.

"It’s okay. Where did you go? And what are those things inside the basket?" Curiously, you asked while eyeing the contents of the basket. There are many dewy, fresh fruits and vegetables in the basket. Their bright colors make them look appetizing! Suddenly, you hear your stomach growling. You suddenly get worried that Vyn could’ve heard that. Before you could even overthink, you heard Vyn chuckle. You hide your face from embarrassment.

"They're lovely! And they look delicious! Where are they from?" you ask, attempting to change the subject.

"I went to Professor Xumen’s house this morning. He helped me pick these from his vegetable garden"

"I see. But why did you pick these specific vegetables?"

He smiles. "Let us say that these are snacks for our trip"

You look at him quizzically. You stare at Vyn in surprise, with widened eyes at the sudden realization.

"We have a big problem that requires solving, do we not?"

"Oh, you mean the flooded roads?" you ask Vyn.

You remember the lore Professor Xumen mentioned to the two of you. He said that if you find the two well-hidden springs in the village, a "Dragon King" will solve your biggest problem. Currently, you and Vyn’s biggest problem is that all the roads out of town have been flooded. You remember telling Professor Xumen, somewhat exasperatedly, that if the two of you found the springs, you'd ask this "Dragon King" to clear the roads so you could visit the tourist attractions. Vyn must have caught on to that and wanted to appease your troubles.

"I was joking!" you exclaimed.

You feel your heart sinking. It was merely a random remark, yet he had taken it seriously. He went to all that trouble. For you. Although you are embarrassed by your childish remark, you can’t help but feel warmth in your heart.

Suddenly, Vyn leans down towards you. Silvery white hair gently sweeps the hair from your forehead. His golden eyes radiate a warm light. His mouth is so close to your ear.

"You did say it, after all. I do not plan on taking it as a joke" He lowers his voice and says so in such a tender manner, as if trying to seduce you. You feel his warm breath, slightly tickling your ear. You feel blood rise in your head as you look at his serious eyes.

"So, let us make it our travel plan. And go look for it together, " he continued while tucking your hair behind your ears. You can’t help but slightly squeal at his actions. You swallowed, nervous about what would happen next.

"Anyway, are you ready?" he asks as he moves away from you.

You breathe out.

"Yeah! Ride slow, okay?" you nervously smile.

"I’ll ride however you want me to. Just tell me" He asks in a seductive manner. Realizing the possible hidden meaning behind what you said, you look away from him. You sit on the back of the bicycle. You wrap your hand around Vyn’s waist. You feel him adjust his position so you’ll be able to hold on to him more. Your other hand is holding the basket. Vyn suddenly held your hand to adjust the way you’re holding on to him, making sure that you’re tightly embracing him.

He squeezes your hand. "Never let go. Hold on to me tightly so you won’t fall, okay? I got you."

You nod assuringly.

The scenery on both sides begins to fade away. The breeze lifts your hair as you hold onto your straw hat to keep it on your head.

"Woah," you blurt out.

"What is it? Am I riding too fast" Vyn asks, worried.

"Not at all! It’s just been a while since I sat on the back of a bicycle. It takes some getting used to."

As you hear his gentle laughter, your mood brightens. As you gaze at his back, the scenes from last night flash before your eyes. He only learned how to ride a bicycle last night, but it’s a really stable ride. Although Vyn is very gentle for the most part, you know that he’s anxious to outdo others. More importantly, he also does not want others to outdo him. Even if it’s something he’s not good at, he won’t easily concede. It’s as if there’s no such thing as "losing" in his dictionary.

"In fact, "talent" is a myth. People just don’t see the hard work others put in. In Vyn, I saw it clearly."

"Did you say something?" Vyn asks.

"A-Ah! N-Nothing!!" You bury your face on his back, hiding your shyness. You accidentally said what was on your mind. You hope Vyn didn’t hear that.

"I was… humming! Yes, humming. You must have misheard," you say as an excuse.

All of a sudden, you subconsciously tighten your grip around Vyn’s waist. You lean closer to his back in fear of falling. The bicycle went over a pebble, causing the bicycle to shake a bit. The warmth of his skin permeates through his shirt, traveling to your breasts. You feel him shuffling in his seat, slightly tense with your breasts against his back.

He coughs. I'm sorry. I did not watch the road carefully, " he quickly glances at you.

"Ah, sorry! I must have distracted you with my chattering. I’ll stop talking so you can focus on the road."

You don’t let go of your tight hold on Vyn’s waist, making him feel your breasts more.

"No, please, talk to me. I prefer it. I feel that I would ride better if I hear your voice. "

You feel your heart skip a beat. No man has ever made you feel this before. You hit another pebble before you could respond, causing your breasts to move on his back and your hands to drop at the front of his pants.You hear him hike a breath. You felt something hard, making you restless. Because of that, you quickly withdraw your hand, embarrassed. You feel amorous as your core throbs and your nipples harden. You’re sure that Vyn’s probably sensing it too, given that you also decided to only wear a bralette. Trying to ease the rising sexual tension between the two of you, you attempt to hold a conversation.

"Okay! The… scenery is beautiful. I’ll just talk to you about whatever comes to mind."

"Mhmm. Okay, " Whenever he speaks, his back vibrates, adding more sensation to your already sensitive breasts.

You hear the sound of the bicycle bell as you gaze at the farmlands stretching across the horizon. The cool breeze brushes against his silver hair, bringing a refreshing smell with the fragrance of grass along with it. This scenery made him more dreamy. You and Vyn continue to ride along the town road. You reach out with your hand to grab the wind, as if trying to capture this moment. You feel him smile as he stares at your face, filled with joy.

Eventually, the passing scenery before your eyes gradually fades. In this town, isolated from the world, his warm back is the only real and tangible thing to you. You hoped the road could be a little longer. After arriving at your destination, you discuss with Vyn possible theories on how to get to these springs.

"Ugh. Tracing the backflow of the streams would be an arduous task. " Frustrated, you look up at Vyn. To your surprise, he smiles at you.

"Trust me, okay? I will fulfill what I promised." You feel nothing but trust and love for this man, so you give in. You spend half of your day riding in circles around town. You notice a complicated chart on Vyn's phone. It’s something outside of your expertise, so it gave you more reason to be amazed at this man.

"You know, if I were ever stranded on a deserted island with you, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting lost." You say to him.

Vyn smiles and adjusts his glasses. He smirks, "Of course, with me by your side, there is no way I will ever allow you to be in such a dangerous situation. And you would not need to worry about your… needs. " Vyn seems to be implying something at the end, but you pay no mind to it.

"I have a rough location of where one of the springs is located. It is probably here." He adds as he points to something on the map. The location Vyn marked was in the middle of town. The two of you get down from the bicycle and head over on foot. After minutes of walking, you and Vyn arrive at a steaming spring in a small forest.

"Wow! This is amazing. " You stare at the stream with wide eyes.

"This should be the hot spring that represents "Yang" in the "Yin and Yang Spring."

"I can’t believe we found it! It’s really impossible to find unless you know where to look. No wonder Professor Xumen said that we’d be lucky to find it in a day. I knew you’d be able to find it. " You look back at Vyn with sparkling eyes. It warms his heart to know that you’d be so overjoyed by this. He’d do everything to put a smile on your face every day.

You run to him. You hug him tightly as you wrap your arms around his neck. You were filled with emotions, which is why you gave no second thought to how you acted. You feel his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

"You’re welcome. It looks like we have taken a huge step towards solving our problem." He says, rubbing your back while hugging you. You take a step back, shocked by what he said.

"Really! I was only kidding! You don’t have to take it seriously. Simply finding this one spring is already a great feat, and I’m thankful for that. "

"Actively wanting to solve problems proves that you have expectations for the future. Regardless of the credibility of the legend, a good expectation deserves a proactive response. So… I’m just trying to respond to those wonderful expectations of yours." He says this while staring deeply into your eyes.

You break eye contact. "Vyn…" Perhaps it’s the steam from the hot spring, but your cheeks and ears start burning. "L-Let’s go find the next spring! We still have to find the location of the cold spring. The sun is setting, so we should hurry up. "

You see him quietly laughing. "Alright."

After leaving the hot spring, Vyn confirms a few points. Then, he begins searching for the cold spring. However, he seemed to have made an error in determining the location. You and Vyn ended up in one of the mountain forests on a part of terrain that looks like a cluster of hills.

You didn’t want to disappoint Vyn, but you checked your phone and it was already 9 PM.

"Uhh… Vyn…. Why don’t we go back the way we came from?"

"Sorry… I promised that we would not get lost." He says apologetically.

"It’s okay. It’s not your fault. There were many streams in the forest. It’s easy to get lost." You reassure him.

"Don’t worry. I’m happy that we were able to find at least one spring today. It’s late now. We can come back tomorrow"

"But… the professor said that we had to find both springs in one day…" he looks away, still trying to look for the spring.

"Look, I was really kidding. I’m actually happy and grateful that you were even willing to look for it with me"

"Thank you." Perplexed by his response, you look at him in confusion.

He continues. "You accepted my invitation to come to this town, and we ended up trapped here by the rainstorms. I thought that we could at least have fun here if we could not leave the town."

"It’s not like we have to find both springs to have fun. The journey is more important than the destination! Besides, I just really wanted to spend time with you. It doesn’t really matter where I go… as long as I’m with you." You instantly cover your mouth after realizing the meaning behind your words. You make contact with Vyn’s deep golden eyes and your cheeks grow warmer. You begin to stutter and stumble with every word you say.

"Ah… I mean… Uhm…" You play with your fingers as you try to form words.

"Shh…" Vyn suddenly crouches down, placing his warm finger to your lips. You hold your breath.

"Listen," he says. You freeze at his words, frantically turning away from his golden eyes to survey your surroundings. In your haste to reach your destination, both of you had overlooked the sound hidden beneath the cicadas' cries in the summer night.Somewhere in the distance, you can hear the sound of rushing water. Different from that of a stream, this one sounds like a small waterfall. You widen your eyes.

"Ah! Could that be…"

"Let’s take a look." He naturally grabs your hand as he follows the sound to the spring. After a few minutes of walking, the sound gets louder and louder. You can’t help but feel your cheeks getting warmer as he tightly holds onto your hand. After a while, the two of you finally see the spring hidden deep in the forest. On a quiet summer night, the water flows quietly from the spring towards the streams afar. The clear spring water reflects the moon. You scoop up the spring water with your hands, letting it drip back down through your fingers.

"This must be it. I can’t believe we found it!" You look at Vyn, showing him the water you scooped from the spring.

"It looks like we were running around in circles but never noticed the sound of running water coming from here."

"I wonder if anybody else was able to find both springs on the same day like us. If the legend is true, then please hear my prayers and let us leave tomorrow. But… that’s probably impossible, right? Flooded roads don’t dry quickly, " you say, disappointedly.

Vyn quietly gazes at the spring water. You can see the refracted light wavering in his bright eyes.

"By the way, do you have any problems you want to solve? How about I give you this opportunity?"

Vyn hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. "I am okay… It is late. We should head back" He turns around, ready to walk back to town.

"Ah! Wait!" You grab a hold of his hand. He turns around and looks at you in surprise.

"It.. It took us forever to find this cold spring. We should cherish this opportunity. You’ve been riding the bicycle all day. Your feet must be tired, right?"

You see Vyn look at you with curious eyes.

"I… want to do something before we go. Stay here with me for a while more." You plead. You tell Vyn to sit by the spring. Taking off your shoes and socks, you put your feet in the spring. You sit at the side of the spring.

"When I get tired from walking on a vacation, I like to find a place with a cool spring and let my feet cool off. It helps relieve fatigue. You should try it. You stretch your legs comfortably as the cold water flows over your kneecaps, washing away the heat and fatigue.

"You might catch a cold. The spring is cold."

"You won’t. Just try it out and you’ll see."

Vyn’s reluctant, but he concedes and puts his feet into the spring.

"Well? I didn’t lie to you, right?" You say teasingly.

Vyn chuckles. "Yes, the temperature and the flow of water are just right. Suitable for resting and cooling off. "

"I know a way to cool you off even faster."

"Hmm?" Vyn looks at you quizzically. Before he could follow up with another question, you splashed cool spring water in Vyn’s direction. Faced with the sudden spray of water, Vyn subconsciously blocks it with his hand. The cool water lands on his hair and drips down the side of his face. Vyn blinks, confusion written in his golden eyes.

"Feel the water on your skin? Your body feels cooler, right? This is the best way to relieve fatigue and cool off in the summer!"

"I know another way to cool off…" Vyn looks straight into your eyes.

"Wha-- Uhh--" You stammer. Your heat rises even more at the sight of his skin through the wet part of his thin shirt. You see Vyn gently scoops some water with his right hand. Then, you see a playful glint in those golden eyes.

"Now, you need to watch out too!" In retaliation, he splashed water on you.

A splash of water hit your dress, causing the cloth to stick to your breasts, thus showing your already hard nubs. Embarrassed, you avoid eye contact. You suddenly sense Vyn jumping in the spring. You stare at him as he walks towards your direction. You don’t break eye contact with him as he gets closer to you. You see the water level gradually goes up to his waist.

You are sitting at the side of the spring with the water up to your knees while Vyn is just right in front of you, his figure parallel to yours. He’s walking awfully slowly towards you. His eyes seem to glint with animosity. He is waist-deep under the water, but his height is still equal to yours, despite the fact that you’re sitting. He takes a step closer, letting your legs wrap around his waist. He put his hands on your knees, caressing them tenderly. His palms slowly trail up to your thighs, still not breaking eye contact. Every touch is so sensual that it makes your nipples harden even more. You feel a little overstimulated with his touch and the cold, wet cloth clinging to your breasts. Blushing, you look away. He holds your chin, moving it to face him. He leans closer to your face. His sparkling, amber eyes gently gaze at your face. He looks at your cheeks, then at your chin, then at your lips. His eyes linger on your lips. You see him lick his lower lip as he stares at your soft, ample lips. Then, back to your eyes. His hands travel towards your ass and lift you off the side of the spring. He carries you to the middle of the spring, not putting you down. You tuck your slightly wet hair to the side and look at him. His sweet, amber eyes are shining brightly as they reflect the moonlight. Your hand caresses his face. You gulp. You feel his heated breath on your face. He moves his face closer to you. Both of your lips are now centimeters away from touching.

"Oh… the things I want to do to you…" He says in a low, coarse voice. "Why don’t we indulge, just. this. time."

You close your eyes, waiting for the moment your lips touch his.

"I love you," he says while brushing his lips against yours. Impatient, you hold his face and passionately kiss him. You seem to can’t get enough of each other. You lick his lips, begging for an opening. You feel him smile as you shove your tongue down his throat. He lightly sucks your tongue as you continue to kiss him. Vyn brings you back to the side of the spring. He places you back where you were sitting. Now with mobility, Vyn instantly crashes his lips into yours. His hands cup your face. You put your hand at the back of his head and gently pulled on his hair, urging him to kiss you deeper. Vyn, filled with lust, pulls your sundress down, along with your bralette, while kissing you. He pulls back to stare at you. Your breasts, propelled by the sundress and bralette, are exposed.

He doesn’t say anything. He just stares. Conscious, you look away. He holds your chin and moves it to face him. Still holding your chin and looking deep into your eyes, he says, "Don’t ever look away when I’m looking at you. I want to see you. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look? Whenever I look at you, I feel like I’m being pulled into a field of lavender on a sunny day. So warm and fragrant. So mesmerizing and beautiful. It fills me with desire. Desire to touch you, to embrace you, to feel you. As a medical professional, I always have to look presentable and put together… but when I’m with you… I can’t help but get overwhelmed with emotions… with wants I never thought I needed before."

Your breasts uncovered, he goes down and sucks one of your nipples while groping the other. Pleasure fills your body as you hold his head while he sucks your breasts.You pull your head back as you moan loudly, hoping that no one is near enough to hear you.

"Fuck, your breasts are divine." You moan even more as you hear him curse under his breath. It’s the first time you hear him curse.

You pull his head to face you again. You look straight into his lust-filled eyes and mouth the words "Fuck me. Please."

You need not say more as Vyn spreads your legs and pulls your panties to the side. He pulled his bulging cock out of his pants and rubbed it on your pussy. He feels your wetness, your slick on the head of his cock. You moan again when you feel the head throb against your clit. He motions it around your clit, obviously teasing you.

"Do you really want me to fuck you?" he asks, still rubbing it up and down on your pussy.

Already rendered brainless, you respond, "Yes. F-Fuck. Vilhelm, just fucking fuck me. Please! " You wail as you beg him to put it inside. You can’t take it anymore. You want him to fuck you stupid.

He pushes your thighs to spread them even more. Seeing it glistening under the moonlight, he shoves his cock inside. Both of you moan and gasp at the sensation. He moves slowly at first, wanting to feel and savor the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He quickened his pace. Every thrust he makes, he hits your g-spot. Your breasts jiggle, following the movements he makes. The two of you are like animals, moaning and not caring for whoever hears you. You wrap your legs around his waist so he can go deeper. His right hand is cupping your breast while his other hand is on your head, slightly pulling your hair to gain more traction as he fucks you. You only hear both of your moans and the squelching from your pussy and his cock.

You feel your climax quickly approaching so you scream, "Vyn, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum. Please"

"Oh you want to cum? Say my name. Come on, sweetie, you can do it."

His thrusts became even deeper and faster, making sure that it hit the right spot. As you get closer to your high, you squeal incomprehensible words.The pleasure is too much and you can’t string together a proper sentence.

"Come on, cum. Cum now."

Your back breaks as you scream his name. You spasm under his hold. You feel your walls tighten around his cock. You hear him curse again.

"Good girl." You tremble as he continues to thrust. He’s still thrusting even after you came. The stimulation is overbearing.

"Fuck, your pussy is so good. The way it tightens around me. I know it’s made for me. "

"P-p-please. T-too mu-much" you try your hardest to spring this sentence due to the overstimulation you’re experiencing.

"You think we’re done?" He briefly pulls out his cock and flips you on your stomach. He pushes your ass up and shoves his cock right in. You scream again.

"Fuck you’re so good. So so good for me. I bet you want this, right?" His hand tries to grab your neck and chokes you as he thrusts. His movements are becoming more erratic and inconsistent. He’s close.

He pulls your hair so he can pull you back into his cock. So full of pleasure, you can’t seem to form sentences anymore. Even after cumming, you feel another one fast approaching. His other hand looks for your clit and moves it.

"Fuck. I’m going to cum. Cum with me. "

Like a switch, you scream as you cum again while his cock is inside. He repeatedly says your name as he's cumming. You feel it pulsate inside you as he fills you with his seed. After a few more pumps, he pulls his cock out. You feel his semen drip from your pussy. It’s a sight Vyn always wanted to see.

Since you have no more energy to stand up, let alone clean yourself, Vyn carries you and cleans you up in the spring.

"C-cold…" You hiss.

"I’m sorry. I just need to clean you up before we go back to the hotel. I have a spare shirt there. You can use that."

"What about you?" you ask him with concern.

He smiles. "Don’t worry about me, okay?" He kisses your forehead.

"How about you sleep in my room tonight? It’d be nice to just cuddle after that. I’ll also clean you up again at the hotel, but this time, with warmer water. Would you like that?"

You nod in agreement. After cleaning you up, you wear Vyn’s spare shirt.

Once back at the hotel, no one dared question why you’re wearing Vyn’s shirt and why Vyn is soaking wet. However, when Luke, Marius, and Artem called, Vyn didn’t get the last of it from them. Leave it to them to be extra worried about you.

"Why did you guys even look for a spring so late at night? You know how cold and dark it is. You could’ve put her in danger!" Luke exclaims.

"So much for two doctorate degrees," you hear Artem mumble.

Vyn snaps. "It must be sad to have one degree and one lost teacher.

You hear Marius cackle at Vyn’s remark. "I’ve already contacted the manager of the hotel to arrange an in-bed dinner for the both of you. This is so she won’t have to go outside. Hey! Oneesan! I curated the food you’re going to eat. I specifically chose warm food, so think about me when you take a bite, okay! "

"She won’t be thinking about you, because she’ll be too busy thinking about me." Vyn responds. “And maybe too busy eating me…” Vyn adds in a quiet voice, but enough for them to hear.

“Wh–”

Before the three boys could retaliate, Vyn closed the call and put his phone on silent. You laugh at him.

"Don’t mind them. Come on, it’s time for your shower."

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[writer-akihiko]

[NSFT] All Over You - Vyn X Reader

For @xxsycamore's Kinktober Event! I can't believe this is my first Tears of Themis work, and in English too! Also tagging my friend and Vyn lover @fairy-marshmallow... Enjoy this sweet moment with your man... In all honesty, it's less steamy than my other works but I was in the mood for it.

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sex and other sexual themes. Please also consider blocking the [#not family friendly] tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Prompt: Bent over the Table; "Do you need me to stretch you out first?"

Vyn Richter was a man of Stellis who could have anything given to him at a beck and call, but he wasn't such a man to do so in the first place. It was no surprise that he pulled out all the stops to impress a person such as yourself.

He knows how to celebrate when your relationship turned into something more intimate. It was the dawn after you had said yes to his proposal, and Vyn was quick to refer to you as his fiance from then on.

The date night might've ended a little messy, considering none of you cleaned up the place. Vyn had a slow morning, eventually reaching his home office while you finished the last of the cleaning.

He had thought you came in to say goodbye, but he stiffened as you wrapped your arms around him, your chest pressing into the back of his head. He stopped his work, his fingers trailing over your own.

Vyn's arm ghosted your waist, delicately guiding you to plop yourself on his lap as his hands wandered in the empty space between your naked body and his dress shirt. Vyn's soft massages quickly turned into gropes, his arm supporting you. It wasn't enough for him…

He might be a neat person on the streets, but he's an utter mess between your legs. With both arms by your hips, he repositions you, ass up with your chest pressing against his work table. The table was bare, and you were about to be in a similar state too.

He made quick work of your clothes, leaving you naked, with the dress shirt still over your shoulders, brushing against the tender love bites Vyn left a few days ago. He grunts as he loosens his belt, on his knees as he kisses your lower half, your hips shuddering at the sudden pleasure.

After a few more kisses, you felt the tips of Vyn's edging you over the table, as your fiance's lips kiss over the love bites, as if to mark you once again. He let out a soft groan as his one finger slips into your pussy, the walls pulsing against his still finger.

His slow ministrations only stiffens your body, and Vyn's action came to a pause.

"Do you need me to stretch you out first?"

You didn't reply to his question, letting out a loud moan as Vyn retracted his finger, suddenly feeling empty at your core. His hands moved back to massage your hips, pushing your ass cheeks up.

"I'll need to fit three fingers inside to prepare you love, so I'll need you to raise your hips and part those thighs a bit more, YN."

You fell apart at Vyn's touch, following his words to a T as best as you could, sweat staining your forehead as you tried to keep your position in place, all for your love but you were reminded that it wasn't the end with how his heavy bulge pressed against your raised lower half…

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[rrrrinmaru]

vyn prompt 11

“You’re exceedingly lucky that I know how to hold my temper.”

You scoff, leaning back against the sofa as you set the book in your hand aside. You weren’t aware you came down to the headquarters to look for a fight, but Vyn has clearly decided he’ll stage it anyways.

“I told you not to go to the bar by yourself.”

“Your hesitance would have cost us valuable information. I went there to find out just who our suspect has been meeting on a weekly basis, and missing last night’s meeting would force us to wait another seven days. That’s enough time for another incident to happen, and we can’t afford such carelessness.”

Vyn’s expression is dark. He stands before you, a tall looming figure, and you stare back at him with defiance in your gaze. You knew the risks; you weighed the pros and cons; you made an informed decision to rush to the bar and you won the gamble.

“You are lucky,” he repeats in an icy voice, “that I am a patient man.”

His knee comes between yours, sinking into the sofa; one hand is pressed to the back of the sofa, right next to your face as he leans down, dwarfing you with his frame. He’s close enough that you can see the shadow in his eyes, dulling the gold flecks in his pupils. His lips are flattened into a tight line.

“They could have killed you,” he says lightly. “And then where would you be? Dead in a ditch for me to find.”

You’re tempted to say something snarky in reply, something to test his limits even further, just like you would have months ago until the both of you fall into a cold war that lasts weeks and makes everyone else at NXX tread carefully around you two. You almost want to rip into him, say something mean, say something awful and watch his eyes shutter.

But you can hear it in his voice. The faint tremble in his voice when he said you would be dead in a ditch—you know Vyn well enough now to catch that minute change.

“I hate you,” you say, and only a trickle of bite seeps through your voice.

“You should practice in the mirror,” Vyn tells you, a thin smile on his lips. “You almost sounded like you meant it, for a moment. Then it fell apart like a fragile house of cards.”

You narrow your eyes. “I don’t see you doing much better.”

“Oh, I don’t fight battles I can’t win,” he says mildly. “If I lied, you wouldn’t even know it’s a lie.”

The laugh falls from your mouth before you can hold it back. “Well, go on. Give it a go.”

He leans in even further, shortening the distance between you two. His lips brush against the curve of your ear and you fight down the urge to shudder.

“I hate you,” Vyn murmurs, and you both know it sounds like a lie.

==

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[archonette]

✻ playlist ; vyn gives you a check-up

✻ pairing ; vyn richter × gn!reader

✻ content ; sick!reader, fluff, cute as fuuuck

✻ author's note ; none— enjoy the imagine! <3

"Are you alright, [y/n]...?" Artem, the senior attorney at the place you were working at, asked you as he saw you resting your head on your arms on your desktop.

You gave your best shot at looking up, but to no avail. "No..." You manged to blurt out to answer the man in front of you.

"You look like you need to rest, [y/n]," Rosa intervened as she scooted closer to you, rubbing your back. "Leave your desk as it is. I'll continue your work for you, okay?" With a quick glance at her green eyes and back to your computer, you admit that you still had a lot of work to be done and you felt ashamed about how many it was.

"No, I'll be okay," It wasn't long until your mouth pulled out a cough. "I guess not..."

"I'll call vyn to pick you up and have your health checked by him." Artem grabbed his phone from his pocket and started to dial someone before walking out of the room and into his office.

You groaned. You didn't want to feel embarrassed as you felt like you were being treated like a kid; not in a bad way, of course. Kiki and Celestine were giving you reassuring smiles and you smiled back at them.

You looked at the clock. 6:19pm. The sunset was slowly going down and turning the once-orange sky into a vague color mixture of purple and dark blue.

You told everyone at the firm you were going home. With a final look at the office, you started walking towards the exit hallway wherein you were greeted by Vyn.

"Vyn!" You smiled. "You were called by Artem, right...?"

"Yes," He answered. "That is correct." You examined his face— his striking yellow eyes were relaxed, but at the same time were telling you that he's concerned. The subtle softness of his face being perfectly framed by his golden glasses made your heart skip a beat and the way his hair contradicts with the hue of his eyes made eye contact difficult for you.

"It's fine," You lied, even though your head was throbbing. You couldn't bear to go any further without closing your eyes in an attempt to ease your pain. "I-I'm fine." The cold air given off by the air conditioner made you shiver a bit.

"Is that so?" He must have sensed that you were shaking and your hands were cold, so he covered you with his white coat. "You are lying. How about I take you to my clinic?"

"I just want to go home," You felt like that was a bit rude of you to answer that, considering that he was a few years older than you, so you took back what you said: "I'm sorry."

"It is fine," He smiled. "I will drive you to your apartment, then."

You two walked towards his car outside the firm. You held your droopy head with your hands as he started the engine, causing you to groan.

The ride was silent, yet it wasn't uncomfortable for you. You actually liked how thoughtful he is for not talking to you, since he probably knew that it was a chore for you to answer back to someone.

"He knows me too well," You thought. "Or maybe... He's just good at reading people, that's all."

"Here we are," He smiled whilst pulling the brakes of his car. A few seconds in and you were still holding your head, too weak to say anything. Before you could move a muscle, a warm hand was placed on your back, rubbing it to make you feel better.

You looked at the man beside you. "You will be okay," Smiling, he gave you a reassuring gaze. "We will get out of here whenever you're ready."

His patience never seems to let you down. He could look after twenty toddlers screaming and fighting and he still wouldn't be angry at them. You though to yourself that even though he may be a bit intimidating for some people, he could be as gentle as anyone can be.

"I'm okay, let's go." You smiled and you both got out of the car at the same time.

Locking the doors, you both entered the apartment without saying a word. The gentle breeze of the warm afternoon shifting to a cool evening made you smile as he placed a hand on your waist to keep your weak body from falling or anything in similar.

You sat on the couch as Vyn locked the doors behind him. "So.. How do you normally start your check ups?" You asked him to try to open a conversation.

"I usually greet them then I state how I will give them a check up," He said. You gripped the white coat that's around your body. "For you, I will just be quick."

You hummed in response.

"Excuse me." He whispered as he slowly removed the coat away from your body. You then felt a cool metal pressed against your heart after he slowly moved your shirt out of the way.

This was somewhat therapeutic for you, at least, that's what you thought. As the cold metal hit your chest, Vyn's warm breathing was on your skin as well and that made you look away, face flushed.

"Please, turn around. I will monitor your lungs," He gently ordered, and you obeyed. He slowly slid his hands up your back and the same, cold metal smoothly ran across your back, stopping at random. "Done."

You turned back around, facing him again. Vyn placed his stethoscope away and said, "Finally, I'll give you a quick inspection, as well as I.. feel if there are any complications..."

The both of you stopped. You knew that it was part of a thorough check-up and you weren't against that.

"...Would that be alright?" His calming voice interrupted your thoughts. He must've thought that because you stopped, you weren't letting him but in reality you were actually feeling like your heart was about to burst from the butterflies in your stomach.

"Y-yes.." You stuttered. Vyn gave you a light chuckle and said that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

That embarrassment of your quockly turned into even more butterflies in your stomach as he held your neck in the gentlest way possible, checking if there are anything bad to be concerned about. At the same time, he was examining your face.

He did these for about a few minutes and as he was done, you were kind of bummed about it. You laid your body down on the leather couch, pulling a blanket over you.

You noticed the pink streak across his face as he moved closer to you.

"I can stay here for the night," He started. "If you want." You two locked eyes for a second and he then sat on the floor, resting his head on his folded arms, looking admiringly at you.

"I'd like that." You smiled, closing your eyes.

Then, you felt a warm kiss on your forehead, letting you know that you were going to be okay. You eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light your apartment had.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, making you pull him closer to your face until his soft lips met your warmer ones. He placed a hand on your neck, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

The whole apartment was quiet, except for the low buzzing of the ceiling fans and you and Vyn's kisses. His other hand trailed on your hair, gently moving his fingers around and you sighed in response.

Pulling back, he left a final kiss on your cheek before saying,

"I am so glad to be able to do this with you."

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[alstroemeriadissonance]

drunken rosa seducing the nxx boys

Under the influence ~ reverse (NSFW)

I want to have fun with this--depending on how it turns out, Rosa's attempt may or may not be successful (!!), resulting in a SFW fluff for that encounter instead

How I work usually is that I let things fall into place as I write--I may have an idea for a scene but oftentimes the text takes a life of its own and turn out waaay differently--so, if none of the encounters in this post end up with drunk Rosa succeeding, I'll take out the (NSFW) tag. If it's still there when I post this, then at least one encounter is successful

Let's wish our heroine luck (lol)

Yes I was totally inspired by the current SotN SSR cards for Marius and Vyn's.

Luke

"No. No. You cheat!" Rosa cried, hands on her head. "Cheeeeeaaaaat!"

In front of her were discarded cards and tokens of a board game she had been playing with Luke, strewn all over the carpet they were sitting on in his quarters above the antiques store.

The game set only had a deck of cards and tokens, and fortunately no board, because if there was a board Rosa would have flipped it already out of frustration.

Current score: Luke = 5; Rosa = 0

"It's not my fault you're so predictable." Luke refilled Rosa's shot glass with vodka. "Also, take note of the cards I drop! You can't just use the Soldier then call out cards randomly."

"Uggh." Rosa was already red in the face, having lost all previous rounds and made to down a shot of vodka for each loss as part of the game. "I can't win against you, I'm set up f-for failure from the start..."

Luke laughed inwardly as he watched Rosa throw back the shot and make a grimace. Yeah, stretching out this game is just too cruel. There's no way she can think straight enough to even think about winning anymore.

"Okay, that's enough for today," Luke said as he pushed himself up the floor and offered his hand to her. "Come on, leave that and let's have you sober up with some toast..."

"I'm good," Rosa mumbled as she flopped onto the carpet and reached for the pillow nearest her, hugging it as she assumed a fetal position. "Mmm. So comfy here."

"What, don't sleep on the floor." Luke put his hands on his hips. "You'd get cold. Come on."

"Then you can join me here and be big spoon?"

Luke sighed, scratching the back of his head. This girl. "Fine. But just for a bit okay?"

"Mmkay."

Luke settled down on the carpeted floor behind Rosa, and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her close towards him, her back flush against his body. "This okay?"

Rosa giggled. "Yeah. Feels good." She then closed her eyes, grinning. "Luke feels really nice. Like all warm and fuzzy and..."

Man, she's already loopy, Luke realized. Awful cute though. He propped himself up on an elbow so he can have a better view of her face. Smiling, he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're cute," he whispered.

Rosa opened her eyes at his words, her gaze slightly unfocused while trying to look at him. "Really?"

"Really." Luke placed a small kiss on the top of her head. "Really truly."

Grinning, Rosa shimmied in Luke's arms so she fully faced him. "Mmm. You're cute too, y'know?" The words came out in a slight drawl. "I always had a crush on you even back then."

Luke blinked. This was the first time he had heard of it.

Rosa's fingers unsteadily traced his jaw. "Heehee. Yeah." She giggled in such a girly way that was uncharacteristic of her. Her fingertips eventually reach his chin. "Kiss me?"

Her drunken smile was alluring. Luke gulped.

"If you won't, I will," Rosa pouted, then brought her face to his, catching him off-guard with her vodka-flavored lips. She grabbed Luke even closer to her by sides of his jacket, capturing his slack mouth with her drunken, passionate kissing.

"Mmm," Rosa hummed as she resurfaced from the kiss, licking her lips. "Hey...wanna do it?"

Luke blushed hard. "Hey..."

"Come on. Let's do it here on the floor..." Rosa's plea came out in a moan. She tried to sit herself up on the floor, presumably to straddle him, but she lost her balance before she could move over him and instead plopped on top of Luke. "Ow."

"Pffft." Luke tried to bite back his laughter at the expense of hopelessly drunk Rosa but eventually lost it. "Hahahaha!"

The amorous mood gone, Luke moved into a sitting position and helped Rosa up. "Come on, you." Luke bit his lower lip in an attempt to curb any further urge to laugh and avoid trampling on drunk Rosa's pride.

"I hate you," Rosa pouted. "Ugh."

Luke kissed her forehead and carried her to his bed in the adjacent room. "Now, now, my little Watson, there's always tomorrow."

(FAILED)

Marius

"Remind me why we're here please," Rosa mumbled as she rolled on the king-sized bed of the VIP suite that Marius booked on the fly as a temporary refuge.

She was still wearing her seafoam green tulle gown, which was already getting wrinkled with all her tossing and turning on the luxurious bed.

An investor's party hosted by Pax was currently taking place in the grand hall of the hotel. It took all of Marius's willpower and off the cuff conversational skills to navigate the both of them--Rosa being a drunken deadweight--out of the grand hall and into the hotel suite.

Marius could only feel amused at the sight of his savior, his favorite Miss Lawyer, suffering the consequences of all the alcohol that was being handed to him in an ill attempt to trap him into duplicitous conversations.

Rosa had spent most of the night snatching the glasses handed to Marius as often as she could whenever he was in her reach, knocking back entire flutes of champagne like a woman possessed.

"We're here because you're crazy," Marius said, sitting down on the bed beside the hopelessly inebriated Rosa. "You didn't have to swoop in and snatch all the drinks they were handing me--"

"I heard them," Rosa interrupted, her words slightly slurred. "They was--they were--"

Marius patiently waited for Rosa to put coherence in her words, gently patting her head in the meantime.

"They were going to stage something-or-other-" Rosa finally managed to muster enough brain matter to say a straight sentence.

The Pax heir sighed. "They always try to start up something, but most of their attempts fizzle out." He then lovingly tousled her hair, smiling down at her. "They fail before they start because they're having a hard time getting others to join their cause. I make sure that employees are happy as much as I can, y'know?"

He bent over to plant a kiss on her flushed cheek. "So no need to worry about that, mmkay?" Marius laughed softly into her ear. "Silly Miss."

He was about to sit up when Rosa suddenly reached out and tugged on his tie, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Mmm.." Marius hummed happily, welcoming Rosa's drunken advances, letting Rosa's tongue entwine with his. Her breath was sweetly scented of champagne, intoxicating and heady.

He couldn't resist resting his hand on a tulle-covered breast, squeezing it gently as they embraced. "You're so naughty," he whispered as he resurfaced from the kiss.

"I want you, Marius," Rosa murmured, her eyes shrouded in a drunken haze.

Should I...?

Marius mulled on his options. He did book the suite for the night. He already delivered the night's speech and already met with the major investors and important guests.

All things considered, Vincent should be able to effortlessly cover for his sudden absence.

Then he looked down on his beloved Miss Lawyer, all defenseless and ripe for the picking...

He dipped down, gently nipping on the delicate skin of her neck with small bites, breathing in her floral perfume as he internally debated with himself if he should indulge and take her right there and then.

Rosa sighed.

Marius then looked up at her, and noticed the fluttering of her eyes--Rosa was drifting in and out of sleep.

He snorted. "Oh, you."

Finally making up his mind, Marius sat up and fished his phone out of his pocket and put Vincent on speed dial.

"Yeah. Listen, I got a drunk girl situation here." A pause. "Yeah, it's her...huh? What do you take me for? Haha. Not that I don't appreciate you anticipating that..." Marius listened to Vincent in amusement. "Yeaaah no. Listen, can you bring a bucket, some ice...maybe some more drinking water and headache pills?" Another pause. "Also, could you grab my bag in the trunk? Yeah, that one. Thanks."

===

Having loosened Rosa's dress so she could breathe more comfortably in her sleep, and having wiped her face clean with a damp, cool washcloth, Marius took out his travel sketchpad and pencil, settling on a chair pulled to her bedside.

He long decided that taking advantage of his Missy Lawyer while utterly defenseless wasn't as fun as playtime with her feisty, lusty sober self.

For now, his idea of fun would be committing into paper the visage of the silly woman who tried to save him by snatching all drink forced on him by those who had designs on him and what he stood for.

Ah, I guess this one is a tale to tell our kids. And grandkids. Marius smiled at his flight of fancy as his pencil lead danced on the paper.

(FAILED)

Artem

"No," Artem simply said, carrying a weakly protesting Rosa to her upstairs bedroom.

"Artem, I want to--"

"You can't even walk straight," Artem deadpanned.

"Meanie," Rosa mumbled against his neck.

He tucked her in bed despite her drunken protestations, and, once everything was in order and Rosa was safely snuggled up under her covers, he settled down in her living room and listed the men who fed his Rosa drink during the party earlier.

He recognized at least two men in his short shit list as Stellis University students. Maybe he could rope in Vyn--vindictive as he was--to deliver underhanded retribution. One other was a Pax subsidiary employee, so maybe he can float that name towards Marius's way.

The rest of the names will be kept on file just in case.

Tomorrow, maybe if Rosa still felt up to doing the sundry list of things she said she wanted to do on his person, maybe...

A furious blush crept on his cheeks.

But for now, he needed to prepare Rosa's hangover breakfast, just to increase the chances of Rosa keeping true to her word of what she said she'd do on him.

(UTTER FAILURE)

Vyn

"One more?"

Rosa nodded, already tipsy. "Yes. One more."

They were seated in his living room, sampling another assortment of wine that was shipped directly from his friend's vineyard.

Vyn reached for another wine bottle from the tray, filling his wine glass with a dark-purple red liquid. He gently swirled the wine in the glass. "This one is another Merlot. A bit on the dry side," he said as he inhaled the wine's aroma.

He then sipped most of the liquid, but instead of swallowing he touched Rosa's chin with gentle fingers and guided her lips to his, feeding her mouth with wine from flowing from his lips.

Tiny rivulets of wine flowed from a corner of her mouth, which Vyn tenderly licked clean as soon as he finished transferring the wine to her lips.

"And how do you like it?"

Rosa let the wine swirl in her mouth to acquaint herself with the qualities such as its taste, dryness, and notes before swallowing it, just as Vyn has taught her.

"Hmm. It's a bit too rich on...tannins for me," Rosa said, referring to the dryness caused by the grape skins. "I think I prefer the zinfandel."

"Ah, so you really do prefer the sweeter ones," Vyn observed. "I think they included a bottle of..." he reached for another bottle. "There we go."

"What is that?"

"A white zinfandel." Vyn poured a pinkish liquid into the wine glass. "This is sweeter, as not all sugars have been converted into alcohol yet." He then swirled the liquid in the glass and inhaled its scent. "Yes, this is too sweet for my liking, but perhaps this may become your favorite."

As before, he sipped the liquid to his mouth and, beckoning Rosa to proffer her lips to him, fed her the wine with his lips. This time however much of the wine was spilled onto Rosa's dress as she, instead of obediently receiving the liquid, made the move to kiss him as he was feeding her the white zinfandel.

Rosa wrapped her arms around Vyn, who in turn held her close by her waist as their wine-drenched tongues met.

"I...I want you, Vyn," Rosa breathed, her eyes unfocused, and her head tipping to one side unsteadily. "I..."

He ran his fingers through her auburn hair. "Are you sure. Rosa? You are currently too inebriated." Smiling gently at her, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I apologize for getting carried away with the tasting. I should not have given you so much alcohol in one sitting."

"So..." Rosa whispered in a soft voice, almost inaudible, "We're not going to do it?"

"Do you still want to?"

Vyn had thrown the question, carefully watching for his lover's reaction. He had a hunch for some time that this would happen, so he had been letting her get drunk in controlled settings such as his home, so he could pick her thoughts with less consequence.

Drink is a lubricant of thoughts, after all.

Rosa looked hurt at his question. "Mm. I'm sorry if...if you have to feel like you're obligated to be intimate, with me."

Vyn listened intently, in silence.

"I...I mean, I..." Rosa struggled to string her words together. "I feel like I don't deserve you. I'm not talented...or as wonderful as you. I even feel like I'm a, a burden. Not just you, but to the entire team as well.

"I'm not a genius." Her lips trembled. "Nor do I have any pedigree to my name."

"You always try to console me, praise me, but, but!" Tears started rolling down her cheeks. "Every night, when I think about your words, and when I compare them to my actual abilities...

"Your praises, they sound...hollow."

Vyn's hands rolled into fists on his lap, but still he remained silent.

"I know I've been optimistic, and I've been speaking of positive things, but that's all I can be. Because that's all I am."

"I love you, Vyn, but I..." Rosa's face twisted in utter sadness and despair. "I don't think I am enough for you nor deserving of you. Whenever I am beside you, all I could think about is how I stand compared to you.

"You deserve someone more talented than...than me...

Rosa sniffled loudly. "So don't feel obligated to be intimate with--"

To think that I have let it fester this much. This is unforgivable. Vyn thought to himself bitterly.

"Enough, Rosa." Vyn reached out to her and held her close to him as she wept into his shirt. "If my words could not reach you, then I suppose...I shall show you."

But how?

After much deliberation, he decided on one trick that he had performed with her in the past. A placebo, a trick, and a fanciful one at that.

But, it was something certainly designed to linger in her memory. For her to think about in her daydreams, and her thoughts at night.

And, for him, that was enough.

Vyn decided to give it a go.

===

Having carried a still inconsolably weeping Rosa into his bedroom, he held her close to him as they sat down on his bed.

Silently Vyn ran his hand across her back to comfort her, until she has started to calm down.

"Rosa," he then said to her, gently cupping her face into his hands, "Look at me. Look at me only."

Still drunk, Rosa struggled to focus her eyes at Vyn, but eventually her eyes met his.

"Good." Vyn held Rosa's hands in his, all the while holding her gaze. "Just look at me, and breathe."

Slowly, gradually, her breathing synchronized with Vyn's, and she calmed down completely.

He kissed Rosa softly on the lips, and, as her eyes closed during their embrace, his bedroom fell into complete darkness. Vyn then pulled away from her, leaving Rosa alone in the dark.

"Vyn, where..where are you?" she cried out. "Don't leave me alone!"

There was nothing but silence.

Then, suddenly, the curtains in his bedroom opened, letting the light of the full moon spill into Vyn's room, providing ethereal illumination.

Vyn stood by the window from where the full moon was visible in all its glory, wearing only a robe.

"I command thee, in the name of my entire being," Vyn spoke, his voice quiet yet firm.

Rosa blinked. This is...?

"In this space, Gods shall be powerless." With one swift motion, he removed his robe, revealing his fully naked form. Moonlight reflected off his flawless pale skin, and the moonlight touching his silver hair shone like a halo around his head. His gold eyes sparkled as he held her gaze from across the room.

He slowly walked towards her where she sat on the bed. "In this circle, the rules of Gods shall be forfeit." Vyn placed his hand on one of the bed posts surrounding his bed.

"I shall be your master, my words..." Vyn's gaze still held Rosa's. "...your command."

Rosa stared at him in silence, entranced.

Vyn slowly climbed onto the bed, wordlessly beckoning for Rosa to come closer to him. She complied silently, as if bewitched.

They locked in a tender embrace, bathed in moonlight, as their lips touched and tongues softly entwined with each other.

"Lie down for me, my darling," he whispered, as their mouths parted, a thin trail of saliva stretching out and glistening in the pale light until it broke apart.

After Rosa stretched out onto the bed Vyn bent over to place a reverential kiss on each of the five points of her body--the pentagram--first on her forehead, then one kiss each on her left hand, then her right hand; and finally, one kiss on each of her feet.

Carefully, and with Rosa's help, he lifted the hem of her dress and slipped it off over her shoulders, after which he unfastened her bra, leaving her breasts on full display.

Vyn then reached out to the bouquet of roses by the bedstand, and sought out a thorn, with which he pricked one of his fingertips deeply, drawing blood.

He drew another pentagram over Rosa's heart, just a little off the side of her left breast, using his blood.

"From this moment onward, your heart, body, and soul..."

He dipped in briefly for a deep kiss.

"All belong to me," Vyn whispered against her lips.

Rosa gasped.

His breath shuddering, he continued kissing her, as his fingers, including the pricked fingertip, travelled down from her heart, down to her navel, further down to the sweet spot of her wetness below--tracing a line of his blood all the way.

His bloodied finger slowly drew circles directly on her sensitive bud, gradually picking up the pace with a steady rhythm, coaxing her towards orgasm.

Rosa's breathing went shallower, and faster, and eventually, she started crying out his name over and over, as if in prayer, and she arched her back in pleasure, having finally gone over the edge of climax by his fingers.

"It is time," Vyn whispered to Rosa after she came down from her orgasm high. "Do you want to seal the contract?"

She gulped. "Y-yes."

Vyn moved to kneel between Rosa's legs, spread open to receive him. Slowly he entered her, filling her with his hardness, and, after pulling back briefly, he snapped his hips to fully sheath himself inside her.

Rosa moaned at his sudden movement.

His thrusts started out slow and gentle, and eventually picked up speed. Despite his need for release he still held Rosa's gaze with his own, never breaking it as he panted, moaning, chasing his own pleasure.

"Rosa..." Teeth gritting, finally he threw his head back, his seed spilling inside her in strong bursts.

Vyn held that position until his breathing gradually slowed down.

"Your spirit...is inextinguishable," he murmured in between his breathing.

"This contract...eternal."

He then lay over Rosa, sealing the pact with another deep kiss.

===

Vyn watched Rosa sleep soundly in his arms, admiring the way the moonlight brought beautiful accents to her auburn hair.

He slowly traced her lips with a finger, lazily wondering if that soft touch would enter her dreams, and if it did, if she would associate with his own kisses.

A placebo, indeed, Vyn thought as he closed his own eyes to send himself to slumber. But in my heart of hearts, never have I before wished for something to come true so fervently.

I hope you eventually come to accept and understand this, my possession of you.

"I love you," were his words before he finally drifted off to sleep.

===

Rosa woke up with a hangover.

"Ugh..." she groaned. She found that she couldn't open her eyes fully yet, as sunlight was shining directly into her eyes.

"Ah, do forgive me." In a few seconds the curtains in the bedroom close shut, blocking the sunlight and allowing Rosa to finally open her eyes.

Vyn then walked up to her with a glass of water and medicine at hand. "Hello, Rosa. How are you feeling?"

"Sorta awful," she murmured. "Thank...you." She took the proffered medicine with a gulp of water.

Rosa gazed at Vyn, absent-mindedly.

"Is something the matter, love?" Vyn asked. "Anything on my face?

She blinked, as if trying to wake herself up from a trance. "I don't know.

"It's like a spell was placed on me."

(Success)

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[totromanticfool]

HC – How the guys confess to mc. Part 2 – Vyn Richter

I am back again. The writing and internet gods probably took pity on me, and gave me both the fastest internet on the block, as well as a ton of writing energy. Also, I started experimenting with putting in thoughts, these will be cursive. (oh and, I have no idea when roses bloom, so just pretend they do in the spring, lol) But, without further ado, part 2. Enjoy!

Vyn Richter – Subtle but strong

Vyn Richter was the embodiment of elegance. So, when he decided it was time for him to finally confess his true feelings, it would be elegant.  

Vyn knew Rosa could be a little (my apologies, a lot) dense when it came to any type of romantic gesture or advance, so he had to thread light but strong, making sure there were no misinterpretations.

His little sanctuary, the backyard with the overflowing rose bushes, would seem to be a perfect spot.

Afternoon Jasmin tea with various baked sweets, Vyn made sure she would feel cherished before his words would reach her.

It wasn't long after Vyn started his weekly check up with Rosa, that he invited her over for some well-deserved tea. The moment she walked into his mansion he felt her tense and tired atmosphere. He should have known she worked too much again; she always worked too much.

Without any words he took her hand and led her into his garden, red roses in full bloom. The spring sun hanging low, illuminating the cosy terrace with a golden glow. ''Dr. Richter, I hope I am not troubling you this short notice, I just...'' Rosa stopped mid-sentence, noticing the delicious treats on the table next to Vyn's favourite tea pot.

He seated her on one of the lounge chairs, took the other one himself and smiled gently. ''No need to explain, I am happy you decided to spend your precious time with me, outside your busy work schedule.'' He poured her a cup of tea and presented her a plate filled with macaroons. ''You can always come to me to unwind.'' Rosa only nodded, grabbing a treat hesitantly. Vyn realised he had to make her feel comfortable and free her from her current issues before he could play his cards. 

''Have you been sleeping well, Rosa?'' He looked at her expectantly, knowing the effect his gentle golden eyes had on her. She stumbled over her words, gave up talking quickly after that, and settled on sighing, averting her eyes in the process. Vyn decided he would probe a little more, she was on the edge of blurting out her issues. ''Has Attorney Wing making you work overtime often?'' ''Yes, but...'' Almost there ''Has he been treating you poorly?'' Her eyes darted to his in shock, as if he read her mind. Is he now? He saw the pain in her eyes, and a glistening started to form in them.  

''Dear Rosa, my apologies; I do not mean to pry, but I wish for you to feel good and well rested.'' grabbing a tissue from his pocket, he carefully wrapped his hands around hers, squeezing gently, placing the tissue in hers. The one that makes my Rosa cry, will meet my wrath. He had to remain calm, she would speak of her issues first.

''I just...'' Rosa started in between shaky breaths. She took a big gulp of air. ''We were on a high-profile case, and the client accused us of leaking. Mister Wing knew I worked on cases at home a lot, so he questioned me, quite ruthless. I started second guessing myself and made mistakes because of it.'' her words were spoken at high speed, and only after finishing her explanation, she dared to take another breath. Vyn was getting agitated, hearing about the manner in which the senior attorney treated his junior. I will have Artem climb down from his high horse. He gave Rosa a few minutes to calm down, staying silent while tenderly wiping her tears.  

''I'm sorry Dr. Richter, I didn’t mean to...'' Vyn reached out and placed a finger on her lips. ''Do not apologize, dear Rosa.'' His words were like honey, and she felt like the starving bee, wanting more. He moved in closer. ''As one of your closest friends, I am here to help you lift the heavy burden from your shoulders. '' Her eyes were wide in astonishment, not knowing what to think of his sudden bold touch, but it felt... natural. His finger moved from her lips to her chin, urging her to look in his golden orbs.

''If you let me, that is.'' his voice was now only a whisper, and his smile send a shiver down her spine. She nodded again and took another breath. ''I feel much better already. Thank you, Dr. Richter.'' He smiled still, and kept holding her hand with his left. She started blushing, but didn’t avert her eyes. He knew it was now his turn to show vulnerability, to bare his soul.  

''Will you call me Vyn?'' His first request was simple, but establishing a deeper connection if she would agree. ''Uhm, sure? Vyn.'' Her eyes sparkled. He had to restrain himself from kissing her right then and there, he did not want to frighten her before he even confessed anything. He composed himself, kept his smile gentle.

''My dear Rosa, I do not wish for any misunderstandings between us. Please allow me to clearly state my deepest feelings. '' Before proceeding, he searched her eyes for any distress or discomfort. When he saw none, he continued, slowly. '' I am infatuated with you, my Rosa. Utterly and irrevocably in love. My world regained its colour after meeting you, and I wish for nothing more than to be by your side.'' He had to stop himself from rambling. It was not only out of character, but he needed to make his point, not confuse her.

He dropped his gaze to grab both her hands in his, heat radiating between them. He didn’t expect her to loosen one of hers, but felt it on his cheek seconds later. When he felt confident enough to look up again, he saw those big green emeralds shining back at him. ''Vyn...'' was all she could whisper before locking her lips with his, answering his feelings with her own.

~

 I might need to extinguish this fire! Lol

See you in the next drabble!

Love, Hann ❤

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[vilhemsoulmate25]

Vyn Richter jealousy is something i adore about him because yeah as much as it sounds possessive i bet he needs to be reassured you won’t leave him Idk I hc that

And pls I love his expressions so much 😭😭😭

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[natsuhikous]

ˊ˗ ꒰🐚꒱ Fluffy Mornings 

in which you are easily flustered, and vyn thinks that’s adorable. (requested)

“Good morning, did you have a good rest?”

Rubbing your eyes, it took a while for your fuzzy brain to register what was going on in front of you.

“Good mornin- wait, what?” You didn’t know why, but somehow you failed to realize that your boyfriend of five months slept over for the first time last night, and he was standing in front of your stove in a loosely-tied robe and frazzled hair, flipping the fluffiest pancakes you’ve ever seen as you try to keep your gaze on anything but the silver of his chest peeking out from the top of the robe. It was a far cry from his typical polished look, but man, what a sight to behold.

While you were in your own little world, Vyn deduced what was going on from your red cheeks and wandering eyes. With a barely noticeable smirk, he decides to have a little bit of fun this early in the morning.

When you eventually come to your senses, he asks you to set the table as he finishes up the last of the batter. Vyn sits in front of you, subtly adjusting his hair, very much aware of your eyes following his every move. He continues on with conversation with you as usual, distracting you just enough for him to set up his plan.

You reach for a napkin to dab at your mouth when he follows along with his own hand, picking up one before you. 

“Allow me, dearest.” He gently brings it to your mouth, leaning over and dabbing away at the crumbs surrounding your mouth as your brain goes into overdrive.

He’s so close- oh gosh how does someone smell so good? He looks even more ethereal up close how could I not have noticed this earlier??

Vyn just chuckles at how you look right now as he leans back into his seat- your flushed face, mouth opening and closing repeatedly, trying to form a coherent sentence. He absolutely loves it when you get flustered so easily. 

“We’ve been together for this long, and yet, you still get flustered over the tiniest things, darling.” He himself turns a lovely shade of pink, moving over to ensnare you in his arms, giving you the sweetest peck on the cheek and relishing in the reaction that followed, coaxing you to remove your hands from your face. After all, he wanted to see his pretty baby’s bashful face once again. If this is what it would be like waking up early, he’d give up his afternoon sleep-ins without a second thought.

© natsuhikous, 2021

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