#tears of themis fanfic

[luvymuses]

·̩͙   ݁  ˖  ⠀ dance for me, jiejie ⠀ ♡

marius von hagen x fem!reader

rated e, 15.8k words - crossposted on a03 as well my loves!

synopsis: marius’ possessive tendencies have always glimmered in a seductive aura, leaving you in a searing daze every time. however, you’ve never really encountered him spiraling out of control before, consumed by utter jealousy… until a conceited heir catches you both indulging in public sex and proposes a threesome. your seething and livid fiance ends up binding him to a new task: counting how many times marius makes you cum. 

tags: voyeurism. exhibitionism. dirty talk. dry humping. lap dance. strip tease. vaginal fingering. blow job. deepthroating. pussy eating. cock riding. marking. spooning. ass & pussy spanking. temperature play. ice play. breeding kink. praise. degradation. marathon sex. hot tub sex. balcony sex. chair sex. public sex. possessive sex. loud sex. rough sex. vaginal sex. possessive behavior. jealousy. porn with plot. sexual tension. shameless smut. marius orders the other guy to wear a cock ring. possessive, jealous marius fucking you round after round until you’re a cum filled mess.

only the moon witnessed marius’ bold, amorous advances of passion. he clings to you at a close proximity, his amethyst eyes lidding with lust. here on this uppermost deck, away from their prying gazes, other patrons are oblivious to the concealed ways he envelops you in his scorching love— vibrant blue flames searing heat onto your soft skin— and as always, you bask in this endless summer alongside him, content with being burned and electrified under waves of debauched ecstasy.

his hot, fervent kisses reveal his impatience and desperation to fill your cunt over and over in the open— his greedy lips which devour your own like saccharine drops of honey, capturing every shaky breath of yours until he finally gasps out for air— reduced to nothing but a drunken, needy mess solely for you. his pursuit resumes when his tongue trails down to leave wet sensations, nipping along your bared neck to litter splotches which flush almost instantly. 

“ah, marius… feels so good...” you whimper to him while he marks your flesh. tilting your head backwards, you offer him further access to the delicate expanse of your neck. desiring to be painted, embellished with love bites professing his ardor lust. 

you didn’t care if the entire world notices the florid marks he scatters across your skin, free for their leisurely viewing. wearing marius’ hickeys is like soaking in a pool of rich, priceless wine, as if you’d won the grandest collection of champion rings.

“yes…” his teeth glide over to the other side now, covering the area with such roseate patches. despite the sensitive stings, his teasing bites elicit satisfied sighs from your lips, tingles of pain slowly morphing into pleasure as you’re pleading with marius. “more… just like that, babe…” you weave your fingers through his midnight blue hair and gift gentle tugs to his scalp, signaling your utmost satisfaction.

this entices him to lick along your blooming splodges, intending to leave you breathless. “jiejie…” once he starts sucking more vigorously, you’re coaxed enough to unrelentingly pull his smooth and silky ends. he grunts out, aroused by your rough treatment.

“mmm... you can do better than that...” he gravitates to his masochistic inclinations as usual, teases you at your futile attempts. “come on, harder this time...”

his seductive groans draw out a fierce, titillating need in your pussy, an irrepressible thirst to be impaled by his cock. just thinking about his dick has your cunt throbbing— to have him buried within your deepest depths, brushing against your sweetest spot. his hips deliciously melding into yours, coating your gummy walls a milky white until your thoughts are consumed by him alone. 

“shit…” you can’t help but clench both of your thighs together, falling deeper into the horny abyss you’ve dragged yourself into.

oh— this is all too tempting— especially when he’s still looming over you like this, his towering height which enhances his devilish charm. he’s alluringly seductive with the way his swim trunks hang dangerously low and fucking hell, he knows this. his slim, slutty waist accentuating his sculpted body all too well, following his delectable abs which are damp with sweat from the tropical humidity. 

“like what you see? my body and dick’s all yours…” yes— you’re convinced that no other man’s existence can surpass his, ever. and fuck, it’s all marius’ fault for entrancing you with his sexy looks.

“turning me on like this, huh?” you accuse him of igniting your blazing, spiraling desire, “because you know i love all your dirty talk...”

he smirks when the beating pulse of your neck quickens, as if he senses your last remnants of rationality waning. no one would suspect the marius von hagen, current ceo of pax indulging in such risqué, obscene sex with his fiancee on the vast, open expanse of this cruise ship... right? 

besides, you’re on the literal verge of losing your sanity. he just has to entice you a little further with a final, stifling blow. 

suddenly, his sultry murmur shifts into your ear, so alluringly low and husky. “you know… you’d look so pretty dripping with my cum, here and now. leaking everywhere you look…” he seduces you with pure filth, shamelessly rock hard at his indecent thoughts of fucking you senseless in public. his thick cock is practically straining his swim trunks at this point. “on your tits, in your mouth, on your back and ass… in your pussy…” 

“fuck…” he’s not playing fair at all! mentioning his cum like this— coating your entire body all over. you’re trying to maintain your last, remaining amounts of decency with all your might. but alas, his tantalizing words echo more and more, shattering the entirety of your resolve. 

because in the end, your greatest weakness of all is marius von hagen himself and you’ll always succumb to his temptation, no matter the circumstances. 

there’s no point denying how attached you are to his delectable body anyways. tonight, you’d be his little cumslut as always, ready to mewl out his name in desperation for the whole world to hear; unleashing your inner nympho as your high libido matches your fiance’s, with you both turning into such sex-driven, panting messes on the daily. his dick’s just far too mind-blowing for your lasciviously, lustful brain to resist. 

you need marius now, just as he craves you. and you absolutely cannot handle his teasing any longer— so, it’s time for you to assert dominance and wipe that damn smirk off his handsome face— even if it’s just for a moment. exuding waves of confidence while setting him off course, reversing this thrilling game in your favor. 

“stuff me with your cock then, babe.” mustering all of your collected strength, your smaller palms shove against his broad chest with such relentless force. even you’re shocked when he’s staggering, swaying from side to side. well, just a little bit. he deserved it, after all. 

you watch him stumble over his cloddish feet, finally tumbling down into the awaiting hot tub below as he’s groaning in the aftermath of his actions. 

marius knew he’d eventually seduce you to the point of no return, but he didn’t take into consideration nor acknowledge the possibility of you undermining him by making the first move. serves him right for being so damn cocky.

“ah–” he seems astounded when you saunter into the aquamarine abyss with a smirk, warm bubbles which froth around all over until you’re hovering above him. how cute, he’s totally flustered and you can’t help but bask at the pleasant sight. feeling oh so greedy now, you want to elicit more reactions out of him. his amethyst eyes dilate as he observes your manicured hand reaching over to slowly slither down his throat, inching closer to his embellished necklaces. “you…”

his lavish chains feel cool like cascading waterfalls, adorned with a silver pendant and his infamous z emblem— you wonder how durable they are, if they’ll remain intact under prolonged force— if those chains could be utilized as the prettiest leashes ever, aiding in his submission to you.

yet, you notice he’s fully immersed in a daydream of sorts while his tongue’s swiping against his lips. his ears bloom in a cerise flush, radiating down to his rosy cheeks as well. oh? he’s clearly being distracted from his surroundings and you have an inkling that you’re the main cause of his dirty fantasies. such a horny bastard of a man you have indeed. you tut out to him while your fingers hook onto his necklaces, so utterly perfect in your grasp. 

with all your might, you’re gripping his chains in your direction, yanking them abruptly forward to regain his attention. he hisses in response, groaning out into the nocturnal night. “now that was a fucking good pull…” he states, recovering momentum with a smug curve of his lips. “rough and hard, just how i like it…” 

“eyes up here, yeah? you were staring at my hand for a while.” you command, quirking an eyebrow his way. you’re eager to interrogate him, intending to figure out what exactly he was daydreaming about. so, you’re insistently tossing notions left and right, feeling your cunt clench tightly with every word you’re uttering out to him. 

“did you imagine me on my knees? tits and ass on display, giving you a blowjob? of fucking your load down my throat?” 

marius peers up at you, the voids of his mouth salivating as he loves every taunting inquiry of yours. fuck— he believes you’re so damn hot when you’re countering him with your own dirty talk. he leans forward and presses you on to continue.

“or was my hand reaching to grab your cock? watching me slide your dick back into my pussy, with every thrust pushing us over the edge for hours?”

“oh? you’re such a naughty girl, jiejie… who’s to say that those aren’t our dirty fantasies, hm?” his soft chuckle emits a playful tone, vastly contrasting to the way he tilts his head as a mastermind would. he’s covertly calculating when his next, daring move should commence, of reclaiming his dominance over you. while he did love reveling in your blazing power, it’s time for him to regain control. “besides… as a von hagen, i’ve been taught to take initiative and lead circumstances i see fit.”

he pauses, slowly stalling to pique your interest further. and shit, it’s working. marius has you on the edge of your toes now, anticipating his remaining words. “so babe… i’ll fuck you round after round until your cunt memorizes the shape of my cock.”

you sense a shift in the nocturnal air, widening your eyes in realization that he’s really trying to defy you and sway the tides back in his favor. 

the moment finally dawns on you further when he suddenly seizes your wrist with his larger hand before tugging you closer in his direction. with a yelp, you’re toppling down into the aquamarine abyss with a loud splash. luckily though, you crash against him, planted right directly on his muscular thighs. “marius…” your cheeks blossom wildly like vermillion fireworks in the twilight sky, blooming over in a rose blush.  

both of you knew— your fiance has you right where you belong— between his legs. 

he just adores these sultry moments when his beloved queen settles on his lap— gorgeously resting on your throne of desire while ivory light glistens and glows against your body, causing an epiphany to form in his mind that you rival luminosities of vast stars from above— surpassing their radiances tenfold. 

“fuck, princess…” he’s captivated by the sensation of your plush thighs straddling him underwater, feeling so utterly aroused and his thick cock begins to leak with precum. just like now, you hypnotize him immensely with your beauty every time, both inside and out, resulting in his dick going delirious for so much more. more of you, more of your creamy little cunt, more of your absolute everything. 

“you’re driving me insane.” his heated gaze stares at your sexy, sensuous curves being accentuated by your sumptuous swimsuit, moving further upwards to fixate on your breasts. he watches the swells of your tits heave up and down, truly mesmerized by how the violet top of your bikini beautifully cups them. he swears you’re a goddess in disguise who’s far too ethereal, the embodiment of oozing sex appeal. 

“being pressed against my cock like this...” and he’d cum on the spot as a gift, just for you— especially when you’re feigning innocence to his obvious staring by slowly shifting against the outline of his erection. he’s delectably hard and pulsing under your clothed cunt, just as you recall from this morning. “what do you mean, babe? i’m merely trying to get comfortable…” you murmur to him seductively before sitting down further onto the spot you’re occupying on his lap. 

oh fuck— the sensation of his dick, despite the thin, obstructing layer of polyester, sliding between your folds was truly dizzying. desperation fills your lungs completely as you’re soon overflowing with wanton need, wanting more delicious friction than before. so, you’re coaxed enough to alleviate the searing desire lingering within you. “but then again, grinding on you sounds so much better…” 

an airy moan escapes from your lips when you’re finally rocking your clothed pussy against his hard-on. your hips tantalizingly roll along the silky skin of his stomach, brushing against his abs over and over. “i love this… love you, love your cock…” you’re only vaguely aware of your body moving at this point, as if your control is waning tremendously— of your slick smearing, seeping through the soaked fabric felt along marius’ erection. 

“shit, jiejie…” seems like your arousal is practically drenching your ruined swimsuit bottoms. more like allowing your fiance’s sanity to slip further away.

goosebumps erupt down marius’ back as his breath hitches— his mind set ablaze when he feels your cunt teetering above him, of your erratic pace in numerous attempts to relieve the heat coiling in your belly. every receding glide of yours, only to feel you continuously shifting forward again has him moaning. “you’re so cute, being needy like this…” you squirm further into his lap in response.

his wandering hands traverse lower and lower until they reach your soft ass and he firmly squeezes, kneading your flesh with vigorous intent. “i wonder what will make you cum in my lap first…” he guides you along his cock, trying to aid you with stabilizing your quivering thighs. but alas, the smoldering, coquettish touch of his larger hands has you feeling weak. “if i thrust against you here…” 

he lifts his hips upwards, angling with precision to finally brush along your clothed pussy. within seconds, you’re gasping out as he sets a relentless rhythm, bucking effortlessly to join you in this state of ecstasy. “a-ah… mmm yes!” you entwine your lips together in an amorous kiss, moaning into the warm depths of his mouth while you both continue to grind against one another. 

you’re both trapped in an inescapable, intoxicating daze which enthralls your senses, lingering as a provocative spell you’re all too familiar with. coils of intense pleasure leaving you so immensely hooked, addicted for more.

“right there, marius…” you’re matching his enticing rhythm now, dragging your drenched pussy along his erection harder and harder than before. you feel your essence overflowing like mile long rivers, clenching at the overwhelming sensation. “or maybe with my tip?” his clothed cock grazes back and forth, nudging repeatedly against your clit. you practically pull away from another searing kiss to squeal out loudly. 

“fuck yes! hump me with your tip...” every tantalizing roll of his hips sends rushes of spiraling lust down your spine, as you’re now chasing the delicious friction for release. his tip’s just too pleasurable beyond words, applying enough pressure to your bundle of nerves. “i’m close… please…” you’re beckoning him to coax your first orgasm of the night out of your soaking cunt, wanting to desperately cum already. 

almost there— your eyelashes flutter, relishing in the way marius is rutting into you like this until his lips curl— his hips draw to a halt as he lifts your smaller frame off his lap. you blink in disbelief when he delicately sets you down to recover in a brief respite, situated right above the hot tub wall. 

marius fucking von hagen… you’re so close to kicking him in his balls for denying you like that. 

“why didn’t you let me cum?” you whine with an irksome tone in your voice while narrowing your eyebrows. but not for long— you’re breathless as he kneels into the aquamarine abyss again, crawling seductively closer towards you. he slots his body between your plush thighs in order for you to leisurely fall backward on your wrists— as if you’re his one and only goddess and his sole, devoted mission is to service you. 

“hmm… i wonder.” he pauses for a second, about to unveil the next phase of his plan before a sharp ping from his phone emits into the air. 

what? how strange… he usually leers in annoyance whenever someone disrupts his sensual moments with you. yet, he leans over to grab his device without an ounce of wrath forming on his countenance. it’s as if a tranquil calm before a raging storm was brewing. 

he responds with a swift text to the other individual on the line, soon disregarding his phone with a light toss afterwards.

“sorry for the delay– that was vincent alerting me of pax affairs.” you don’t dwell on the matter any longer, not when he lays his cozy cheek on one of your silky, luminesced thighs. your heart pounds faster when his amethyst irises peer up at you salaciously, embedded with waves of mischief. he ensures you’re watching him as his lustful gaze slowly travels to your clothed cunt, appearing at such a close proximity before him. 

too close in fact— he’s licking his lips with a smirk, trailing a hand along the vast expanse of your inner thigh. his fingers touch dangerously upwards until he feels the soaked fabric of your swimsuit bottoms. “as i thought… your pretty little pussy’s drenched.” he plays with the hem nestled along your hips and teasingly pulls, causing the band to snap against the soft skin of your belly. he moves to coquettishly pull at the other corner, observing how you shiver in response to the lingering stings. 

you feel a knot forming in your throat and whimper out to him. “of course… you made me wet, especially with your tip...” 

“yes, so wet for me… it makes me want to fill up this hot tub with our cum.” marius slips his hand past the fabric and adeptly sinks his fingers into your awaiting pussy, watching as your mouth widens with a loud, wanton moan— digging your manicured nails into the hot tub sides with such an iron grip— oh, how he adores you, absolutely enamored with his muse, infatuated by your very existence in this world. 

especially when you’re a heaving, babbling mess— such a whiny cumslut in heat, solely for him alone. 

“is it that good, princess? your toes are practically curling...” he coos out, pumping his fingers inside you with such intricate curls. he angles his dexterous digits upwards, knowing which sweet spots will have your cunt convulsing. and oh, he acknowledges how much you’re basking in utter ecstasy when he feels you clenching— oh so tightly around his fingers. “so good! so… full of you…” you tilt back with your head lolling, far too fixated on the pleasure your fiance is gifting you. 

he groans when hearing your desperate whines as they amplify his arousal tenfold. and shit, his erection throbs between his thighs while he’s hopelessly chasing for any sort of friction by rutting against a water jet of the hot tub. “fuck… your pussy fits so perfectly around my fingers… made just for me.” 

he grinds his thick cock against the potent water pressures with loud, needy moans, simultaneously fingering your cunt with his every thrust. 

“a-ah… mmm… so thick inside me…” you’re writhing back and forth with trembling legs, relishing in the way his digits disappear to plunge inside. he deliciously caresses your warm, velvety walls in a continuous flow, halting his pumping to slam his fingers back in harder. it’s as if his cock was fucking your cunt right now. “so big…” he strokes along your folds which are so slick and sticky, trailing up to leisurely thumb at your puffy, flushed clit. 

“nghh, babe!” your back arches as marius suddenly smacks your pearly little nub, overwrought with waves of pleasure as you’re shivering all over. you can’t help that your body jerked due to your shock, especially when he stunned you like this. he tuts out to you in a teasing manner and smirks, feeling contempt with his payback from earlier. “wrong! my cock’s ten times thicker than my mere fingers...” he chuckles lowly, leaning over to leave a lingering kiss on the side of your inner thigh.

“and you’ll be squirming on my dick far greater than this…” his fingers are now glazed with your essence, covered and dripping like saccharine ice cream on a warm summer day. he utilizes this grand opportunity in his favor, pushing his digits back in deeper with newfound fervor. he scissors your insides past your limits, stretching the walls of your tiny cunt further apart. he’s spreading your pussy more and more, pumping inwards and outwards again and again until he feels you clenching tightly around him, making your vision go hazy. “fuck! too fast…” 

“you’re doing so well… cum for me, my queen.” his praise is enough to elicit a trembling orgasm deep within your creamy cunt as you’re yelping, “marius! shit, marius…” hearing you whine out his name has him finally spilling cum into his trunks when he ruts into the water jet with all his might. you both just evoke such amorous lust out of one another, as if bubbling sips of champagne could never surpass your shared peaks of drunken pleasure. 

you soon coat the entirety of his hand with your delectable essence, watching as your arousal slowly drips, trickling down his veiny wrist.  

he pulls his fingers out of your weeping pussy to taste your cum, maintaining steady eye contact as he swirls his scorching tongue around to capture the remnants of your essence. you swear he’s so brazen-faced, but yet again, in an endearing type of way. your cheeks redden like glistening rubies when he finally swipes his thumb across his lips, sending a flirtatious wink in your direction.

“mmm… you taste delicious as i remember. and that was directly from this morning, jiejie.” you’re about to swat at his chest until you notice his irises darken, embedded with genuine wrath as he glares off into the distance. 

“hah– how long do you intend on jerking off in secret, huh? normally i’m the only one who gets to jack off to my girl.”

fuck— you realize someone actually tried intruding, trespassing on your acts of debauched sex with marius— having intentions to eavesdrop on you both the closer they approached. in terms of decent circumstances, you should feel absolutely repulsed by this matter. yet… what transpires is the complete opposite… why does being watched by some other guy when you’re being manhandled by marius turn you on? 

who’s this mysterious man anyway? does he possess a reputable status of sorts, perhaps being another scion himself? and how does he have the guts and literal balls to go against the marius von hagen?

you’re ripped away from your thoughts when you hear a treading sound of steps ambling closer, nearing the hot tub until the man enters your peripheral vision. he’s a few inches shorter than marius in height, sporting blonde hair and a conceited glimmer in his eyes. 

now that you’ve scrutinized him properly, isn’t he the heir to the family who owns these global cruise lines, known for their luxury services? you only recall this intel due to viewing his family’s corporation being showcased on news broadcasts just this week. what were the odds that you’d actually encounter him in person. 

he apparently was soaking in the golden hour sunset from afar on this uppermost deck before he dozed off. he eventually awoke to you and marius commencing your secret lovegame, instantly becoming aroused at the scandalously, lustful sights before him. he tried to approach closer without being spotted, but it seemed marius was aware of his presence all along. 

“geez– calm your tits, von hagen. can you blame me for admiring this beaut?” this man’s so shameless with his pursuit of hitting on you. he’s leering at your curves in a lascivious manner when your fiance is right there. yet he continues paying no heed to him at all, asking such a bold inquiry which has marius seething. “hey gorgeous, interested in a threesome?” 

damn— he’s too bold. what an audacious risk he’s taking indeed— playing with scorching flames which lick along his skin. 

you’re widening your eyes in a flabbergasted state of shock, immediately declining his offer with urgency. “no… i’m happily engaged to marius.” you remark to him, shaking your head to prove your disapproval. while having an audience as your fiance fucks you does seem arousing, the one and only man who’s allowed to touch you sensually in your heart is your beloved marius. 

but it appears this scion is oblivious to your answer. he’s just too persistent for his own good. “what’s so great about von hagen? if you give me a chance…” he even has the audacity to lean forward, intending to caress your cheek. oh, wrong move... the incident transpires in such a flash, yet the other heir doesn’t even reach you when an absolutely livid marius is obstructing his path. he seizes his wrists ruthlessly, pinning his hands from behind and twisting with such menacing force. 

grunts fall from the man’s lips while he’s scuffling to flee from his grasp. yet alas, your fiance’s taut biceps flex to display his authoritative strength, holding him in place. contorting in agony, he blaringly yells at the top of his lungs. 

“what the fuck, man?!”

“try putting your filthy hands on my fiancee… i dare you….”

marius retorts back to him lowly with a growl in his tone. oh fuck— there it is, his domineering voice that he utilizes when conversing at pax. viewing him all riled up because of you, his fiancee, has your pussy searing with immense desire again. can you blame yourself though? he’s literally so sexy when he’s irking in anger. 

suddenly, the signature, soothing sound of vincent’s throat clearing snaps both men from their quarrel. seems like marius was telling the truth about those texts after all. or rather, he was referring to his affairs instead of pax’s. so, you realize vincent’s current visit must be related to their conversation from earlier. 

“hey, you over there! tell him to–” the other heir’s attempt at requesting help falters immediately when vincent interrupts him and it’s quite hilarious in your opinion.

“master marius, the preparations you requested are ready.”

“perfect– bring it here.” he practically shoves the other man’s wrists away, resulting with his body tumbling towards the floor with a thud. not like anyone cared, anyway. vincent ambles over and discreetly gives the item to marius, who smugly gazes in approval. he pats him lightly on his back, signaling he’s able to retreat for the night. 

“i appreciate your support as always, vincent.” 

“of course, master marius.” he bows politely. 

vincent turns on his heels to swiftly exit, meeting your glance as he curtly nods at you. he’s soon darting his eyes elsewhere again… with flushed cheeks? isn’t he the vincent kim who radiates composure in his wake? you’re perplexed by the peculiar sight indeed. what is marius’ scheme this time?

your fiance tosses the mysterious object as it slides across the deck floor, landing near the other heir’s vicinity. you notice from afar that it’s circular and vibrant in color. upon closer inspection, numerous pairs of eyes widen in realization…

a cock ring. what the actual fuck— is marius insane?! 

“pax is the top investor of your family’s cruise lines. if they were to know you insulted me… well… i believe you know the consequences. so, i have a proposal to prevent that from occurring.” a shit-eating grin adorns his lips as an overbearing aura forms around him, enhancing his tall, looming stature tenfold. “you’re going to wear this cock ring and count how many times i make my fiancee cum.”

oh shit— his attention shifts to you for a moment as your cunt clenches, missing his long fingers already. you’re so elated knowing you’re about to bask in  marathon sex with him. you feel like drooling just thinking about it. “marius… mmm…”

realizing the dire severity of marius’ words, the once complacent shimmer in the other man’s eyes dims, growing faint while he slowly gulps. it’s his signal of conforming to his defeat and abiding to the rules of this game. after all, there’s no other options in terms of escaping— he’s fucking screwed. “…fine.” he sighs, exhaling while he retrieves the cock ring with furrowed eyebrows.

“well? pull down your pants and put it on.” marius sneers back at him in utter amusement, raising his head to jut out his toned chin. it’s as if he’s a king who’s reigning victorious under his own terrain. “shit, i know! stop rushing me…” with gritted teeth, the other heir obeys his order despite the lingering reluctance which flows through his veins. 

you watch as he’s removing his swim trunks to reveal his leaking cock, glancing downwards to observe the raging flush of his tip. 

his dick’s surely going to swell further as time passes. he coats his fingers with his cum to smear along the edges of the band, utilizing his arousal as lubricant. once he concludes this process, he stretches the cock ring over his length with a hiss. “hah…” his digits slide the vibrant silicone down another inch, creating slight friction until it’s finally nestled against his flesh. 

“listen carefully…” marius squats down in a hovering position, invading his personal space while fisting his unbuttoned lapel shirt. the lavish fabric immediately creases under his daunting touch. “you have one more opportunity to jack off, so i highly suggest you use it wisely— or rather, do it when you see my girl’s eyes rolling back from the pleasure of my cock. your choice though…” he’s jeering the first half of the terms to him in a mocking manner while tightening his iron grip.  

“and miscounting terminates the deal, by the way. so… really concentrate on the sex and try not to lose your sanity.” marius pauses, sarcastically snickering as he continues taunting the other heir. his ominous gaze amplifies in intensity until he’s tilting his head to the side. “but then again… i’ll enjoy watching you break.” another shit-eating grin forms on his countenance and fuck— he’s literally seducing you with his bad boy persona.

you’re close, so close to just ripping off his trunks and sinking down on your knees to devour his cock right then and there. but patience is key. your curiosity of finding out what other schemes he has planned only piques your interest tenfold. 

“is that understood?”

“yes… you bast– sir…” 

he’s scoffing at his blundering slip up, releasing the assertive grip that he’s holding on his expensive shirt. nothing else matters now— solely his beautiful muse. and oh, how he desperately craves your honey laced lips at this exact moment. marius stands up on his feet again before rushing over to you with swift, hastened strides, enveloping you in his warm embrace. 

“marius…” he lifts your delicate chin in his grasp as he practically plunges his searing tongue into your mouth, swirling his own against yours in a salacious dance. this feels so damn right, erotically kissing him like this when an audience is currently present. “fuck— i’ll never stop going feral over you, princess…” you’re soon wrapping both of your smaller arms around his neck to brush your noses together, far too immersed at the vast, soaring intensity of his utter passion— so tantalizing, so downright sinful, so possessive.

his teeth graze along your lips until he pulls away, pressing you against his broad chest as he caresses your waist. he traces such intricate, soothing circles along your soft skin and you swear you’re melting on the spot. deep down, you’re secretly hoping more of his possessive side is unveiled. and meanwhile, he ponders to himself for a moment before he’s smirking, calling out such a bold inquiry. 

“you didn’t get a good view of her grinding on me, right?” he smugly asks, clearly obvious payback from earlier. he receives a rough grunt in response and darts his amethyst irises back onto you. there’s no point in him denying how much he wants you to strip tease; to seduce him with your alluring body, dry humping together in front of other men, so…

“dance for me, jiejie…” he murmurs deeply into your ear, “give your fiance a lap dance he’ll never forget, ever…”

shit— marius always renders you speechless, huh? and leaves your cunt gushing with more waves of arousal, apparently. 

his warm breath lingers until he slips away to amble towards a lounge chair, settling down comfortably on the seat. he splays out his muscular thighs, teasing you with his clothed erection as he awaits your next move. “and you… crawl over here.” he commands the other scion in his authoritative tone again.  

“more like fuck you…” he mumbles curses under his breath at marius’ request, huffing out in displeasure. with his dignity waning away, he finally moves on all fours across the deck floor. his weeping cock is stiff between his thighs while he crawls, especially when the silicone band is tightly wrapped around him. he slowly approaches marius after some lapses pass by and halts his body when he’s a few feet away from him. 

“how touching… you can be a tamed mutt after all, huh?” 

“oh piss off, von hagen! we both know i don’t have a choice!”

seems like the guys are distracted with their retorting remarks— perfect. now you’re the one with a smug look on your countenance, plotting a scheme of your own. at first, you’re covertly treading along the deck until both men are turning to quirk their eyebrows in utter curiosity. just what exactly are you planning? you rummage through your makeup bag until you locate your favorite lipstick, applying a fresh coat against your plump lips. afterwards, you blow a coquettish kiss in marius’ direction. 

“i’m coming, babe.” you tease out, exuding confidence with such a seductive saunter of your gorgeous hips. you’re enticingly moving side to side with every step, ensuring their gazes are focused on your curves. “so be a good boy and just sit back…” you’re hitting your fiance with such saccharine laced killshots which repeatedly aim at his heart and dick— with every word, every glance, every whine of your curves, and every tempting purr you gift him. “because i love it when you’re watching me…”

you approach marius, swaying along to the tempo of the reverberating music which echoes across the cruise ship. your fingers traverse down the valley of your breasts, hands cupping your soft tits together as you knead them. and fuck, you feel immensely sexy while doing so. not delaying any further, you slip off your violet bikini top before tossing the piece of fabric to who knows where, causing your tits to spill out. 

“fuck— so hot…” both men simultaneously groan when the swells of your soft breasts are finally exposed to their ravenous eyes, noticing how your nipples are puffy and erect. how they desperately wish to latch their tongues on your tits. 

tracing further down the expanse of your stomach now, you whine your beautiful hips again, bending your torso to deliberately brush your ass against his abs. your provocative teasing has your fiance beckoning for more with a curl of his lips. he’s also patting his muscular thighs, a silent signal for you to be flushed against him.

“shit– bring that ass my way…” you gaze back at marius with an alluring smirk as you’re slotting your body between his legs. leaning backwards, you slowly and tantalizingly hover above until you’re plopping down, straddling his lap from behind— as if you’re about to do reverse cowgirl on his cock. “and grind on me like you mean it…” pressing your clothed cunt against his erection, you rock back and forth while reaching for his chains to pull him into a searing kiss. 

you hear heavy panting closeby which serves as a reminder that you’re both not alone and it fuels the lingering desire coursing in your veins. “my queen…” he’s grinding his hips deliciously while his dick grazes your entrance, letting out moans. and for a second time, he purposely jams his bulge against your clit, feeling your cunt throb. “you look so fucking pretty on my lap… with other men watching…” 

“oh my god… mmm… when you–” it’s as if you both are reigning over the coastal night together on this uppermost deck, especially when he’s mentioning you as his queen like this. and oh, how your beloved king dotes on you with his erection ramming into you just right. “mar–” your eyelashes flutter as you’re being pulled into another wave of carnal ecstasy, gushing with your arousal. 

well damn— now you absolutely need to show them how soaked you are this instant. so, you lean on marius’ shoulders to push yourself off his lap before you’re twirling around to bend your plump ass. your hands play with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms, trailing down your thighs until you’re shimmying out of the wet fabric, exposing your glistening cunt. marius’ breath hitches at the erotic sight, while his amethyst eyes are completely fixated on your drenched hole.

“like what you see, babe?” you tease him, countering back with the same line he stated to you earlier. fuck yes— your cunt enraptures him every single time, eliciting his voracious appetite for your creamy slick. and at this exact moment, he merely wants to flaunt your radiating beauty in front of others— showcasing the absolute honor he feels of having you as his sexy fiancee. 

“when my pretty princess is naked before me? hell yes…” marius suddenly pulls your waist closer and watches as your smaller frame tumbles down, with your torso being splayed out along his lap— and your ass in the air, aligning in the direction where the other scion is currently situated at. “marius? what are you doing…? oh–” he’s soon leaning over your back to spread your glistening folds with his long fingers, presenting your weeping cunt at an improved angle than before. 

seems like the other heir is portraying his role as a mutt all too well. he’s drooling from the sight of your pussy alone, lolling his head to the side as the cock ring on his dick tightens. “shit…” with all of his might, he’s practically forcing himself to jack off later. 

poor thing— if only he knew how difficult that’ll be when marius’ scheme progresses further into the night. your fiance eventually brings his awareness back by conversing to him about your pussy— or rather, he’s just being sly while taunting him again. your mouth starts salivating wildly at the pure filth which leaves their lips. 

“oh, such a creamy little cunt we have over here…”

“m-mmm… so… w-wet… bet it t-tastes… sweet…”

“focus… how many times did she cum so far?” 

“…o-one…? h-hah, wait!…” 

“…it’s t-two…”

“are you sure? or are you bluffing?”

“t-two times!… f-fuck… it’s two…”

“that’s right… my fiancee came two times…” 

“my favorite pussy in this entire world… only for me…” 

marius fucking von hagen— he’s pressing his pecs against your back, uttering out the last words in a husky tone near your ear on purpose! as if you’re not already a horny mess— so he truly wants you to act like a slut, huh? so be it. your resolve of upholding patience withers away as you’re rushing to slot your body between his thighs again. “good girl… i was waiting for you to give into your urges of sucking my cock…”

his salacious gaze observes you sinking down on your knees to meet the deck floor, peering up at him with lidded eyes. “did you really believe i didn’t notice you thirsting over me earlier?” his overflowing lust spirals all over, soaring further when he notices droplets of your saccharine cum pooling onto the ground. how he desperately longs to settle between your plush thighs already, melding his milky semen together with your essence.

“more like this is all your fault— being such a bad boy and teasing me… how will you take responsibility?” you inch your countenance closer to his navel while grazing your nose against his soft flesh. with the last remnants of gloss on your plump lips, your mouth traverses along the expanse of his skin to pepper lingering lipstick stains in your wake. “fuck— so this is what you were planning…?” he hisses out when you’re trailing those scorching kisses towards his crotch, hooking the strings of his swim trunks between your fingers to seductively pull them. 

“how cute… my little nympho…” you’re slyly grinning now while your hand brushes against his erection, reaching over to free him from his confines and tug down his swimwear. his thick cock immediately slaps back against his delectable abs, so hard and heavy with awaiting loads ready to be spilled inside your soaked cunt. leaking with drops of precum, his tip’s adorned in a flushed, raging cerise. 

and you’re diving right in, grazing your lips along his swollen head to smear his milky arousal with your gloss. you lick against his pulsing slit to relish in his taste with dilated eyes, absolutely ravenous for more. after all, going delirious for his dick is your speciality. you’d always savor his semen as a delicacy any time of day, whether the hours linger past twilight or dawn. you sink your mouth down tightly around him now and he jerks forward in response, groaning out in pleasure with his husky voice. 

“jiejie… shit– your mouth feels so good…” he’s been waiting for you to devour his cock the moment you shoved him into the hot tub, so his voracious lust simply cannot be quelled so easily. he needs more stimulation, more friction, more of you arousing his senses. yet, with his biceps flexing, he wills himself to act like a gentleman and revel in the erotic sensations of your light kitten licks, just for your sake. he knows how daunting it can feel while you’re adjusting to his massive size. 

your searing tongue tries swirling along his ridges and leaking tip, eagerly persistent on pleasing your sexy fiance. gripping his cock with your smaller hand, you’re simultaneously pumping his length to appease the spit-firing coils of desire which are embedded deep within his dick.

but alas, he’s growing desperate, his patience waning with how your mouth envelops him with your warmth. “but i know you can take more. open wide, baby…” he merely wants to glide his cock down your throat as if it were your pussy, fucking deeper and deeper until his hips are flushed against your tear stained cheeks. 

so, he cradles your head with his larger hands before pistoning forward. your yelps are muffled by his cock as you hollow your cheeks, adjusting to his girth while lapses pass by. “mgnhhh…” you can’t stop gagging every now and then while your drool slowly trickles down your chin, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. you’re just too immersed with every tantalizing drag of his dick at this point, until you hear a choked remark from afar. “f-fuck– suck von hagen’s cock…” the other heir continues his endless babbles as marius snaps his hips back and forth, “and n-ngh… swallow his c-cum…” 

your sanity is actually nonexistent now because what the actual fuck? you’re absolutely going feral— having another man observe from afar while marius is deep throating you like this has your cunt clenching tenfold. “shit– i love fucking all your holes�� every day…” your whines reverberate around his cock, stimulating the entirety of his senses. and when you’re bobbing your head over and over— mouth stuffed to the brim with his thick dick to meet his harsh thrusts, he’s heaving in and out.

“fuck… fuck! don’t waste a single drop…” he’s moaning until his hips are halting with a swift pause. his cum finally trickles down your throat as you’re swallowing his ropes of arousal with amorous perseverance. “take it all, just like that…” marius soon pulls out of your mouth to pump his still leaking cock, aiming to coat spurts of his hot cum on your face and tits. you lean closer in utter anticipation, feeling content when the creamy liquid shoots onto your silky skin. 

however, now that you’ve gotten a taste of his dick, your libido is spiraling, ascending into a frenzy. your cunt is aching for the moment he’s sheathing himself into you. but shit, he’s persistent on edging you… perhaps you just need to coax him a bit further. 

with hastened movements, you’re crawling up to straddle his lap, pressing against his raw cock. no barriers restricting you both, just the sensation of carnal desire between devoted lovers. now this… this is a friction worth chasing. you’re smearing your slick on his cock, gliding your cunt at a set, even pace. yet this time, he merely observes you with a smug curve of his lips. 

marius wants you frantically begging him to enter your pretty little pussy; hearing your prolonged whines emit into the nocturnal night until you’re grappling at him, consumed whole by the lewd, desperate need to have his thick cock buried inside your walls. so no heated kisses, no searing touches, nothing at all… until you finally break. 

the other heir gulps at your alluring voice, sucking in a shaky breath. he wishes he could swap places— of escaping this wretched, damn hellhole that your fiance dragged him into while having the honor to participate in the erotic action somehow— perhaps he’ll get his chance eventually.

“marius… please… just fuck me already!” 

“hmm…? has my baby been edged on far too long?”

“need your cum inside… need your cock…”

“what? we can’t hear you… you’re mumbling…”

“please! fucking pleaseee!… i want your coc–” 

you’re wailing out to him, too immersed with your beckoning to notice how he angles up his hips with such deft, precise accuracy. within seconds, he finally plunges his cock into your creamy cunt, eliciting a wanton moan that reverberates through your lungs. “babe! fuck i’m cumming… that’s the spot…” you immediately convulse when he spears his entire cock into you so suddenly, pulsing around him with such an iron grip that you’re orgasming right then and there. 

a dizzying haze soon envelops your body, sending such sensitive tingles which amplify, reaching the entrance of your cervix. you’re becoming a delirious mess on marius’ cock as he halts, especially when another man just witnessed you squirting on your fiance. and oh, how the other scion wreaks absolute havoc with the pure filth he vocally directs your way. “s-shit… that pussy just keeps gushing, h-huh?” his words cause you to clamp down on marius even harder. you subconsciously can’t help it because he’s right, you’re still soaked. “cum on his dick again to complete… f-fuck… your fourth round, b-baby… you can do it…” 

“oh? what’s this, jiejie…? you feel much tighter than usual…” marius gazes at you with a possessive, territorial gleam lurking in his amethyst irises, leaning closer to invade your personal space. his eyebrows narrow dangerously as the coquettish ambience shifts into jealousy, as if a looming winter was approaching. his thoughts plummet, with the swift thumping of his heart drowning his ears. 

he’s dizzy. marius can’t fathom a world where you’re aroused by other men. he’ll truly lose his sanity if that ever transpires, merely wanting your attention all for himself. you’re his. your passion, your love, and fuck, your cunt are for him to indulge in alone. animalistic hunger courses through his veins while his final remnants of control are waning wildly— until at last, his waves of possessiveness reign victorious. fucking only his. 

he originally provoked the other heir to prove men like him can solely look— being stuck in their reveries,  daydreaming about touching your alluring body— in the end, he’ll always be the one and only man to claim your cunt. but now? oh, now he absolutely has to remind you who you belong to with every pounding thrust of his cock. 

“was it because i said we?” he pistons up into your pussy again with such relentless force, while his muscular hands grip the sides of your hips with a vice grasp. you’re certain that cool toned specks will blossom tomorrow morning. he begins to aggressively penetrate you, his tip disappearing deep inside to repeatedly graze against your spongy, saccharine spot. your thighs are trembling, barely having enough strength to hover over his lap, yet you persist in your efforts. your breathing soon turns erratic as he continues fucking you mercilessly without pausing.

“i… fuck!” the dizzying sensation consumes you whole, of his cock sliding into your velvety walls, so gummy and slick. your cunt flutters around him every time, eliciting more of your essence to coat his ridges and veins. with your cum, he’s able to glide inside easier, reaching new depths. and at this point, you can’t process your thoughts properly— not when his stamina’s immune to waning, nor when he’s quickening his pace to swiftly slam himself back into your cunt even harder. “or are you liking attention from other men?” overwrought by the intense waves of pleasure he’s evoking from you, you’re soon trapped in a carnal daze— of riding his cock until you’re fucked senseless. 

so, you’re setting a steady rhythm of your sensuous hips to meet his harsh thrusts halfway. his delectable abs flex in pleasure, his mind reeling at the way your soft breasts are bouncing with both of your combined movements. “s-shit! marius–” lifting your creamy cunt upwards to briefly squirm, his hips follow to wildly slap against your pussy. in response, you’re heaving out loud, titillating whimpers which send marius on a frenzy— before colliding down against his dick again and again, seductively rotating on his lap. 

you can hear the erotic, squelching sound of your flesh smacking together, flooding the area even when the blasting music is still playing into the twilight hours— a sign of how rough you and marius are fucking.

your pussy envelops his cock in a firm, salacious embrace the more he bucks into you, tightly fluttering in sweet bliss. especially when he’s insistent on using his domineering tone on you. his husky voice is enough to make you go completely feral as you’re whining with desperate screams, not caring if other patrons discover the piercing echoes. “nghhh! too damn fast…” you’re bouncing on his dick faster now, upwards and downwards in a prolonged pursuit to reach peaks of ecstasy. his cock twitches at your grinding while traces of his pre-cum begin to leak inside your pussy, melding with your essence. 

“want him to fuck your ass? double penetration…?” while he’s still ramming into your tiny cunt, you can discern curses being babbled by the other scion. “oh f-fuck… bounce on him… ride h-his cock…” you feel him attentively staring where you and marius are carnally connected and he locks a glance with you with lidded eyes. the cock ring on his dick appears unbearable, enhancing the flushed color tenfold. “milk him f-for… all he’s worth…” he fists his cock with pump after pump, sliding his fingers past his balls before thumbing at his tip with a moan. 

“answer me, you dirty little slut!” one of marius’ hands lift away from your hip to smack your plump ass, causing your skin to bloom in a spit-firing cerise. you wail out from the sharp contact, your body quivering from the sudden, overwhelming sensation until he’s maneuvering you. he manhandles you, pulling your frame along with him to lay sideways on the lounge chair. now he’s spooning your body tightly against his own. your legs are splayed out as he’s lifting one of your plush thighs midair, showcasing your creamy cunt being plugged with his stiff cock.

“n-no! of course not!” widening your eyes, you gasp out when marius leans closer towards the swells of your breasts before laving his hot, scorching tongue along one of your nipples. due to his taller stature, he’s thankfully flexible enough to do so. your toes are curling when he slowly drags his cock into your wet heat, intending to have you trembling beneath him. fucking hell— it’s literally working. your cheek presses against the spacious, silken cushioning while you’re letting out huffs. 

attempting to shift back on his dick for any sort of friction, your efforts soon falter when his free hand traverses towards your bundle of nerves. his deft fingers harshly pinch your pearly little nub with pressure until you’re yelping, “oh– oh fuck! babe, you know i only have eyes for you…” simultaneously, he pursues his objective of punishing you by latching his searing lips against your tit, suckling with vigorous intent— until he’s pulling on your pebbled nipple with his teeth. 

“doesn’t seem like it when you’re clenching so tightly like this… in front of another fucking man…” he’s growling out, sheathing his cock into your cunt while steadily pounding. he drives himself in and out again and again, brushing his hips against your ass with resounding smacks. his ruthless thrusts result in the deck chair shaking violently every few seconds, loudly squeaking as he snaps into you from behind. both of your bodies wobble, swaying at the swift vibrations. you’re writhing underneath him while he continues spooning you, eyelashes fluttering as he speeds up the tempo of his thrusts. “pay attention to me… me alone…”

“marius! fuck– i’m gonna cum!” a final press of his tip hammering against your cervix has you screaming through your lungs. you swiftly convulse, your thigh quivering in his large, veiny hand. finally gushing all over his cock with a whine, you’re coating him extensively with more of your creamy slick. as your pussy tightens around him, he’s overwrought in pleasure following your intense orgasm. his belly twists, jerking roughly against you while his white, milky semen spills deep inside your cunt. 

“more like you’ll take my cum all night like the whore you are…” another squeal leaves your body when marius’ warm arms wrap around your waist, hauling you up against his firm chest. your bodies are still carnally flushed against one another while he’s soon carrying you in his embrace, with drops of your combined fluids falling to the ground. “marius… please…” he ambles towards the edge of the balcony with hastened strides, as the other scion scurries with his aching cock— or rather crawls on all fours to not miss out on the fun. 

“mmm… time for that p-pretty pussy… to– h-hah… cum a fifth time…” he drools, making you recall the countless moments your fiance has already coaxed you to orgasm. and there’s no possible way of taming him or his possessiveness like this. marius sets you down on the balcony railing before he’s hoisting your hips over his own with his strong biceps flexing, jamming himself along your velvety walls. his arms wrap so tightly around you, sucking out the air from your lungs. and his cock slides inside your cunt aggressively, fucking you with his constant, relentless pounding. 

“o-oh! fuck– slow down so i can speak!” your teeth nip at his pecs as punishment, suckling to leave a heart shaped bite mark. the splotches forming on his skin serve as your masterpiece, leaving you content. he hisses out with a growl in response, viewing you squirm before him— separating your legs wider apart to invite his toned body even closer, fully on instinct to allow his stiff dick to repeatedly brush against your folds. “no… i’ll fuck this pussy how i see fit…” he watches as your melded liquids leak out further the more his cock splits your cunt open as he feels determined to fuck the creamy cum back into your wet heat.

his harsh thrusts cause your ass to move backwards on the railing, eliciting a loud screech from your lips. before your entire body tilts back, marius immediately tugs you into his broad chest. waves of intense adrenaline flow through you now while your breasts bounce wildly, with your erect nipples grazing his skin every time. his stiff cock mercilessly slams harder at a swift tempo, gliding to fill every inch of your tiny cunt with his ridges and veins. “s-shit– it’s like watching… f-fuck… live porn…” the other heir manages to babble with more of his ramblings while jerking into his hand. “m-mmm… clamp down on his cock h-harder… make him go insane for– a-ah… that tight pussy…”

you’re practically digging crescent indentations into marius’ biceps at this point, whimpering loudly at the predicament you’re in. it’ll be so clearly obvious from other patrons on the ground floor that he’s fucking you here and now, pistoning deeper into your weeping hole. especially when he’s hovering over you, slotted between your opened, quivering thighs. and your other dilemma? one wrong move or another slip of his fingers and you’ll be tumbling down from this balcony.

you should be alarmed by the potential dangers, yet… when marius is ramming so obscenely into your pussy like this, drilling your insides over and over, you’d take these risks a million times tenfold. 

his cock twitches uncontrollably with the friction you’re gifting him, going delirious for a swift release. with his balls aching, his hips abruptly halt again— erupting such thick spurts of his milky cum deep within your womb. you’re trembling all over before joining him in peaks of shared ecstasy, creaming on his dick with wanton moans. “mmm… marius… want m-more… more cum…” beads of perspiration roll down the valley of your breasts, trickling until your sweat slowly drops against his pelvis. you’re also attempting to replenish your energy with quickened breaths while fluttering both of your eyelashes closed. 

however, there are no moments of respite when he manhandles you again so that your arms are situated on the railing. his pecs brush against your back which seductively arches under his taller, looming frame, pinning you in a domineering manner from behind. he teases your entrance by grazing his still leaking tip, adorned with a blooming cerise, along your folds. he switches between grinding against your cunt and ass repeatedly, now smearing your ass cheeks with milky slick. “you fucking slut– all you can think about is cum… would you let any guy fill you up instead of me…?” 

your body shifts forward when he suddenly rams his thick cock into your awaiting pussy, penetrating you from behind. you’re soon yelping out from his rough fucking while you dig your manicured nails along the railing. oh, falling into the horny abyss is an utter understatement now— perhaps it can settle as your new dwelling where you’re always ravenous, craving your fiance’s delectable dick and searing cum. the lingering smell of debauched sex wafts through the seaside air as marius ruts himself deeper and deeper, angling with such precision to brutally slam in and out of you. 

“like that drooling idiot? or him over there…?” fisting the tresses of your hair, he tugs you over with no mercy whatsoever. oh fuck— there’s no point denying how you absolutely love the tingles of pain slowly morphing into pleasure. continuing to slide himself along your soft, gummy walls with rapid pumps, your eyes are darting to scrutinize another bold couple relishing in sex from below. your elevated location offers a clear, unimpeded view of such carnal desire. the other woman is bent over in pure bliss, gripping onto the edge of a vacant lounge chair as her man pistons from behind, plunging his cock back and forth. 

observing the lovers from this whole new perspective, is that how debauched you currently appear? filled to the brim— entirely impaled by marius’ thick cock? then shit, you must look fucking sexy right now. your cunt clenches around him when his warm breath tickles your smooth skin, fanning along your ear. 

“think he thrusts better than me?” as if a competition was transpiring out of the blue, he erratically thrusts harder than before at the entrance of your womb. his torrid pounding surpasses the other man’s as your vision feels hazy, too overwhelmed as your mind spirals out of control. “no! nghh.… fuck no! just you…” marius ensures your gaze is still fixated on the erotic scene from the ground deck by yanking your tresses, simultaneously bucking into your pussy at a swift, record rhythm. 

his dick presses along that sensitive, saccharine spot you know all too well which has you squealing out, “your cock is the only one i want!” as if your scream reverberated across the cruise ship and the stars aligned, the couple below meets both of your prying gazes. well fuck— were you actually that loud? you can also discern heavy breathing from afar, as the other scion has edged himself in such prolonged intervals, precisely timing his sloppy jerking sessions. the cock ring around his dick allowed his flesh to blossom into vibrant, flushed shades of vermillion. so he needs to cum now, “let’s all cum together for… s-shit… your sixth round, b-baby…” 

oh, such obscene, nasty acts of public sex indeed. marius spears deeply into your cunt, about to spill his searing load inside you while you’re maintaining eye contact with the other young woman. both of your salacious men are chasing the delicious friction for release, as you two are lewdly panting. being stripped with sweat glistening on your alluring, naked body just like this— in front of a larger audience as your fiance fucks you feels so damn good. all five of you are erupting in waves of lust, with spurts of milky semen coating your velvety walls. especially when marius continues fucking his cum into the depths of your cervix.

he soon pulls out of you as his stiff cock immediately slaps against your belly, still so hard and heavy with more loads awaiting to paint your creamy cunt. “oh really? prove it then, you little whore…” he suddenly hauls you over his shoulder while your feet dangle, ambling back towards the hot tub area with hastened strides. the other heir follows in pursuit, rushing over with hurried movements. your cunt is throbbing at the possible antics marius has planned next. you don’t have to ponder any longer though when he’s barking out an order to the other scion. “lay down on the floor now.”

despite his trembling form, he submits to your fiance’s request, leaning backwards to splay out his fatigued body. however, he immediately pauses— his eyes widening in disbelief when he views marius bending your plump ass so that you’re hovering right above… his face in a standing position… what the actual fuck?! it’s confirmed— marius is fucking insane. 

your palms are now planted against the sturdy hot tub wall as your breath hitches, mind set ablaze in utter anticipation— until goosebumps finally bloom wildly at a shockingly cold sensation being pressed along your spine, coalescing with the cool seaside air. realization strikes you immediately— an ice cube?! how marius managed to covertly swipe the wet ice from your peripheral vision, directly from the drinks vincent prepared for you both, you’ll never know. he growls huskily with his authoritative tone, “i want to hear you beg…” he trails the ice cube along your back, gliding lower and lower while kneading one of your ass cheeks with vigorous intent.

he’s sinking down on his knees, watching as your abused pussy clenches around nothing. oh, his poor fiancee… he’ll ensure you’re filled to the brim in a moment. his lips are curling when his adept fingers wrap around one of your plush thighs, spreading your legs wider apart. “moaning for more of my cock…” tipping his head, his lips capture the ice cube before grazing it tantalizingly along your folds. you can’t help but squeal loudly, arching back while he begins to plunge the ice inside you. “marius! too… t-too cold! want you to warm me up with your cum…” it gets embellished with your creamy slick and his semen, covered entirely as lapses pass by. 

“want you… i need your dick inside… plea–” he soon pulls the ice cube away until the chilly sensations migrate to your pearly nub. your body trembles at the sudden, stinging contact as if waves of an avalanche were hurtling towards you. yet suddenly, his breath is fanning against your cunt before he dives right in, burying his tongue to devour your pussy. he utilizes precise swirling motions deep inside, venturing along your gummy walls. it’s too much— all this friction is sending you into a frenzy.

especially when you hear the loud curses which escape the other scion’s lips, directly below your legs. he drools extensively, watching how marius’ tongue disappears into your wet heat, his hoarse throat running dry like a sweltering desert. he’s just far too entranced at this point, his gaze fixated on this rare, close-up view of your cunt.

you let out wails as your fiance licks long stripes between your warm folds with his searing tongue, moving upwards and downwards repeatedly. he spits while groaning, his amethyst eyes rolling back as he relishes in the intoxicating taste of your melded fluids as one— until he slaps your pussy with his fingers again. “more… spread those legs wider… admit that you’re all mine… mine alone…” brimming with tears, dew-like drops stream down your cheeks from this constant edging— of the way his tongue laps up your creamy cum, lewdly slurping every time. of his deft fingers rotating the ice cube along your bundle of nerves, numbing your swollen clit. 

your hips frantically buck against his mouth over and over, with the contrasting temperatures causing your opened thighs to quiver nonstop. “say it… now…” oh fuck— his domineering voice will always render you powerless. the overstimulation teeters you far beyond your limits, as your incoherent babbles skyrocket, ascending for both men to finally hear your genuine, obscene thoughts.

“ngh… i’m marius von hagen’s cumslut! his little whore! only his…”

“and i get turned on when other men are seeing you fucking me… no one else… only you, babe…”

“good girl… my fucking good girl… that’s what i wanted to hear…”

he smirks against your throbbing cunt, rewarding you with rough jams of his scorching tongue. the chilly residue of ice along your clit makes a dizzying halo appear over your poor little head, swiftly convulsing in seconds— coaxing your pussy into your seventh orgasm of the night. oh— how the erotic fun will only progress, pressing on more and more.

marius immediately reverts back to a standing position with a smug lick of his lips as his cock twitches in desperation. after eating you out, he absolutely needs to fuck you again now. so, he slips himself into your creamy cunt from behind, grunting at the way you easily tighten around his dick with wanton need. “fuck… i can never get enough of this pussy… you’re sucking me in so well…” he’s setting a steady pace, penetrating the soft spot located at the base of your belly with all his might. your tits bounce against the frothing, effervescent aquamarine water with every harsh snap of his hips as it splashes along your erect nipples. “and i can never stop going feral over my favorite cock… so fucking horny for you…”

his amethyst irises practically dilate at the pure filth you’re uttering out, while he possessively drills harder and harder into you. seems you ignited his soaring passion tenfold. marius brushes against your ass with loud, resounding smacks, swaying slightly due to his own overstimulation. yet as always, he persists in his attempts to fuck your pussy properly. “yes… i’m the only one who could make you feel this good… just look at all this cum… our cum…” a milky ring of your essence and his hot semen smears his thick cock, flourishing to the tempo of his rapid thrusts. 

enhancing the smell of sex wafting into the nocturnal air immensely than before with the amount of times he painted your wet heat a creamy white. perhaps the area will linger with the lascivious stench past twilight, transcending into the golden rays of dawn— then everyone will acknowledge what transpired— of your ardent marathon sex, right on this spacious deck with marius. you whine out when he’s hammering inside your cunt just right, angling with precise accuracy to slam deeper and deeper. 

“f-fuck– oh fuck!” the other scion digs crescents into the center of his palms, hissing as he wills himself to maintain his last, remaining amounts of control. after all, he recently jerked off and this deal is of utmost importance. but his sanity wanes when he views you bending your plump ass back to meet marius’ hips halfway; of the constant carnal sound of skin slapping against skin— of your pussy being filled to the brim with nothing but your sexy fiance, right above his very lips— until his resolve finally withers away when he’s pumping his sensitive dick, pistoning his own hips upwards midair as if he was fucking your cunt. “you can… s-shit… cum for an eighth time… you’ve– mnghhh… already come this far…” 

the desperate need to release overtakes you when marius’ pace stutters, his rhythm halting in place— overwrought with your orgasm blossoming, your whole body shakes violently for another time. “marius! mmmm… m-more… i can take more, so please…” both of your melded fluids trickle down to coat his pelvis and the back of your thighs, while milky drops splatter onto the other heir’s countenance from below. the rest trails down, slowly pooling onto the ground. now it’s his turn to fall into the horny abyss because what the actual fuck?! 

“of course… just be my pretty slut and let everyone know who you belong to…” he twirls you around so that he can hoist your sensuous hips over his own before his larger, veiny hands cup your ass cheeks, resuming his relentless thrusts. your legs wrap tightly around his slutty waist, ensuring you have enough stability to bounce yourself on his cock. oh, how you desperately want your tongues tangled in a titillating dance. so you lean closer, entwining both of your lips together in vehement kisses, with marius moaning into the searing depths of your mouth. “nghhh! h-harder babe! i want my pussy all bruised up tomorrow as a reminder of tonight…” he’d be an absolute fool to refuse. he complies with your lewd request, plugging his stiff cock between your folds to split open your gummy cunt again and again. 

however, the other heir widens his eyes when marius continues fucking into you with ease, ambling closer to him with an overbearing aura. he begins to flee by scuffling backwards, yet the silicone band reduces his movements to sluggish crawling. marius’ signature shit-eating grin adorns his face at this as his biceps flex, relishing in the sensation of your manicured nails traversing scattered scratches down his broad back. “oh? why are you backing away? isn’t this what you fucking wanted?” marius taunts him with a glance laced with mirth, cornering him to the edge of the cruise ship. now this type of payback? revenge even? fuck— it feels so damn good— so gratifying to claim his woman like this.

as your head lolls back while you mewl loudly in his ear, his dick kisses the entrance of your womb with vigorous intent…. all while your flushed bodies are hovering directly over the other scion’s head. his furrowed eyebrows are tense, with his chiseled jaw clenching before he groans out possessively. 

“my woman...” thrust— “my muse...” thrust— “my one and only queen...” thrust— “mine.” 

“m-marius… so deep! fuck! mmm hurry up… want to be leaking with your cum already…” 

seems like his weekly weight training is convenient, coming in handy after all. marius’ muscular arms are still carrying your body in his salacious embrace, dragging your pussy back and forth in a tantalizing tempo. not a single moment of respite is needed while he stands with his taller, looming figure— truly impressive indeed. he pistons into your creamy cunt at such an unhinged, delirious speed, stretching your velvety walls until they feel battered and bruised— on the brink of tearing apart. his balls erratically tense up, pulsing as his searing spend is threatening to burst. 

“hey asshole– watch me fill this pretty pussy up, yeah?”

with his tip jamming deliciously against your cervix, both of you are screaming loudly in unison, jerking against each other with such overwhelming orgasms. your pussy tightly flutters around him, squirting with your juices drizzling all over his cock and delectable abs like midnight rain. twitching deep inside you, his hot semen erupts in prolonged waves, spilling every drop. your bodies are truly melded together at this point, with the sticky slick fastening yourselves to one another like an amorous stitch. a shared canvas dripping with a searing mess of cream, of everlasting infatuation— just how you and marius envision this masterpiece. 

meanwhile, spurts of pearly cum embellish the other man’s cheeks yet again— staining his countenance with a debauched, milky white essence— his entire body splays in utter shock, while a dizzying haze envelops him whole. he isn’t certain whether his enervated weariness is due to him jacking off for another round while you two were roughly fucking, or his weeping dick feeling unbearable, truly about to shatter from the silicone band. “she… came nine times… fuck…” he mutters in a rose blush, feeling a trail of your combined slick settle on his lips. with lightning speed, his tongue swipes to relish in the sweet yet salty taste, before he moans shamelessly. 

“and tastes… s-shit… absolutely divine… just as i thought from this beaut… i’m fuck– seriously going insane… i can… mmm… get drunk on this cum any day…”

“oh? this mutt used his brain after all… huh… while it truly was a treat seeing you pathetically break as promised, scram… i want to finish fucking my woman in peace.” 

the other scion doesn’t need to be coaxed any further. rather, what merely lingered in his mind was ripping off this wretched cock ring! to cum freely all he liked— with his staggering, cloddish feet, he’s standing with violent trembles coursing through his thighs. “thanks for the show, gorgeous… stay sexy.” he swiftly dashes off with the cock ring still nestled on his dick, intending to jerk off even more to the erotic scenes he committed to memory. 

other than his strides finally echoing away, music continues reverberating across the spacious cruise ship, filling in the emerging silence. just— what the fuck? he looks hilarious right now— you and marius slowly gaze at one another with such perplexed expressions, until you both are chortling together with chuckles of mirth.

“what an idiot he is– ow! jiejie, i just gave you the best fucking marathon sex of your life…” he pouts when you’re playfully swatting at his chest.

“more like you should apologize to vincent tomorrow! really babe? a cock ring?!” your roseate cheeks shimmer under the glowing moonlight as you’re scolding him, desperately trying to withstand his signature puppy dog eyes.

yet you can’t deny the way your chest flutters wildly when marius leans down to murmur in your ear, whispering soothingly as he carries you. “sorry… i’ve been a bad boy…. but i was so jealous… had to prove no one else can have you but me alone… so don’t be mad at little old me… please?” he begs you helplessly in an adorable manner while clinging to your body, insistent on not letting you flee from his cuddly, warm embrace anytime soon.

whiny marius is surely going to be the death of you someday. or perhaps your downfall would be caused by persistent upsurges of cuteness overloads which constantly pierce your heart. “you big baby… i can never resist you, can i?” your nose affectionately nuzzles against his own, gifting him such delicate caresses. seconds later, your eyes are darting away from his watchful gaze, due to your sudden yet sheepish confession. “besides, i’m not that upset… um… you’re hot when you’re possessive… and i enjoyed it… a lot…”

he regains his lustful momentum upon hearing your words and curls his lips with an alluring smirk. both of you are now settled at your original location again, bodies entwined in sweet bliss. you remain leisurely perched on the hot tub wall while he lingers in the aquamarine abyss, kneeling to worship his goddess in all your coruscating glory. “oh? my lovely princess… i’m more than just possessive… i’m a hungry man and i’d die for you…” his lips graze along your sensuous curves to plant soft, endearing kisses against the cerise splotches— pampering your skin with such soothing caresses.

“i’d fight for you– fuck all those other men…” marius professes, traversing upwards past your navel, inching closer to finally latch his mouth along your swelling breasts— suckling your puffy nipples with delicate swirls and stripes as he’s kneading ever so gently. oh— with his breath fanning against your tits, a knot forms in your throat. how your heart soars to the twilight sky, reaching sirius as your rose blush blossoms tenfold. “i adore you more than anyone else ever could…” 

his adoration envelops you whole and honestly, you wouldn’t want this any other way— so tender, so winsome— as always, you savor his infinite devotion with an inviting embrace. your libido ascends to new horizons, widening your plush thighs on reflex while you simultaneously swoon. how lucky you are to be marius’ muse indeed.

“i’m addicted… my body… my heart… hell, my cock aches for you every lasting second…” you’re falling backward on your wrists when he suddenly cages you with his muscular arms, seductively looming over your frame. dewed drops of warm water trickle down his toned figure, glistening along with the ivory moonlight as if he posed for a lavish painting. “so let me have more of this sweet pussy…” his tip slowly presses against your wet heat, sinking right back into your sensitive, velvety walls easily. you can’t help but clench, your cunt tightening around him at being filled to the brim for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. “m-marius… when you talk like that… mmm…”

“that’s it… good girl… always spoiling me so well…” he’s gently rocking into you while caressing your drenched pussy with slow, leisurely thrusts of his cock— full of fervent passion which overflows like a cascading waterfall. you’re whining when he pumps in and out with tender precision, tantalizingly rolling his hips against your own. how endearing— in the end, he’ll always be a cordial gentleman willing to dote on you, his beloved fiancee. as your toes are curling, his languid strokes cause his dick to slip out of your gummy cunt and slap against your luminesced skin. 

“be a good boy and let me take care of this, yeah?” your sultry command halts his body in place as your smaller hand reaches over to fist his cock, pumping your dexterous fingers in a teasing tempo. spurts of creamy cum land on your wrist in the process, trailing down your arm. and oh— you can’t deny how his provocative grunts are like mellifluous harmonies— sweet yet husky melodies for your ears alone. he exhales with shaky groans, scrutinizing in delight at how his entire length is slowly being pushed back inside by your hand, inch-by-inch.  

all you merely desire is for him to become a drunken, concupiscent mess again; oozing waves of delirious wanton need as he succumbs to his desperation of frantically colliding his body with yours and splitting your tiny cunt apart. to watch him unfold, unraveling little by little until he finally breaks. 

“let loose… lose control, babe…” that dizzying haze overwhelms his senses again when you direct sultry murmurs his way while nipping at the sweet spots along his neck. marius’ heartbeat ascends into a complete frenzy, thrumming within his chest. lose control…? fuck— his dick throbs inside you as you continue melding your carnal flesh together— easing the remaining inches deep within your pussy. “it’s okay… i know you want to…” your forehead presses against his own, with tousled strands coated with perspiration and labored breathing all coalescing as one.

“besides, i love your feral side… so break me…” with your legs securely wrapping around his slutty waist, you unveil your plan as a mastermind would. the dominoes cascaded in a formal line, tumbling when your palms shove against his pecs with unfaltering force. afterwards, both of you are stumbling into the aquamarine abyss below with a piercing splash. oh shit— your bold antics cause his amethyst eyes to dilate in raw intensity as the salacious surging in his chest finally snaps— what lingers in its wake is a libidinous marius consumed by lustful greed. 

“jiejie… you really do drive me insane… fucking kiss me…” he cursed, fisting the tresses of your hair to maneuver you closer, capturing your lips in a sealing,  risqué manner. his hunger emanates so vehemently, igniting fiercely like scalding fireworks in the nocturnal night— tongues clashing over and over in a heated pursuit of dominance. your eyelashes soon flutter closed as you grapple at his broad shoulders while leaving crescent indentations— relishing in the erotic potency of his passion for you, his queen. solely you. he swallows your mewls with a ravenous gleam in his gaze, far too immersed with your flustered state to waver his steady eye contact. you’re so addicting. he could stare all day.

marius’ other arm slithers around to encircle your waist, guiding you to sink down further on his thick cock completely as his ridges and veins plug your weeping cunt with his previous hot loads underwater. “babe… go rough and hard, just how we like it…. plea–” your pleading is abruptly interrupted when he finally commences his rough fucking again, eliciting you to seductively arch your back with such piercing screams. “oh– fuck yes! feels so g-good…. fuck this pussy harder…” the spit-firing sensation of him ramming upwards into your tight hole again and again stings your bruised, battered pussy delectably. you can’t help but feel hypnotized on the spot. now this? this type of fervor lust is a concupiscent high you’ll never recover from. 

“i said harder… don’t you dare fucking slow down…” you provocatively order him by embellishing his back with long, intricate cerise scratches littering along his soft skin. he’s immediately growling out in response, huffing as he jams his twitching dick with merciless force, intending to chase the delicious friction. “or what? my poor baby can’t keep up…?” a sultry tone is embedded in your teasing, falling from your plump lips before a widening smirk adorns your countenance. your flushed bodies are submerged in the aquamarine abyss while the warm water ripples with the sways of the tides, evoking effervescent bubbles to froth all around— foaming afloat the turbulence with the way you’re bouncing on him while he teeters underneath you— feeling too engulfed in the ardent pleasure.

the sloshing sounds of your bodies colliding emit into the seaside air, ascending louder and louder with reverberating smacks. perhaps if lingering patrons are roaming along the ground floor below, would they be able to discern the obscene, wet noises of you and marius indulging in hot tub sex together? you truly hope they do.

“jiejie… careful with what you wish for… who said i was slowing down?” seems like you’ve really coaxed marius’ feral side to unveil before you now. with his signature shit-eating grin reciprocating your smirk, he impishly manhandles your smaller frame by pressing your back against the interior of the hot tub. “i just wanted to fuck you in this new angle…” his strong, veiny hands reach over to bend you entirely in half, lifting your glistening legs in his vice grasp before shoving them against your shoulders. allowing his cock to hammer even rougher in this lewd position. the silken mounds of your tits graze along your plush thighs every few seconds, bouncing with his swift strokes. 

“marius! oh fuck– fuck! fucking right there…” you moan with heaving sighs of titillating bliss when he spears into the sweetest spot of your womb, rocking back and forth with harsh, receding snaps. you soon feel your tenth orgasm blooming at the base of your belly, threatening to squirt all over his drenched cock. writhing erratically from below as his hips gradually stutter, your slick gushes around him, coalescing with his scalding ropes of cum which paint your walls a creamy white. “mmm… fuck yeah– that’s it, my queen… milk me… show me who this dick belongs to…” 

marius’ towering body pins you down, looming over your own while he still desperately pounds inside your overstimulated cunt— rutting with aggressive thrusts which cause cool, dew drops to brim along your eyelashes. despite your vision turning into a misty haze, you gaze upwards at the twilight sky being illuminated by millions upon millions of shimmering stars that gleam and glow— absolutely awestruck at the twinkling, ivory specks which hover above marius so exquisitely, who reigns as the king of this nocturnal night. how you’re dazzled by the glimmering stars. dazzled by your one and true love. mesmerized by the manner in which he glistens like an empyrean god, even when he’s roughly fucking you like this. 

he far surpasses your comprehension of everlasting love. how can a man be this divine? so utterly devoted and infatuated with your very existence? it truly leaves you love-struck, drunk on this profound luxury you cultivated as a couple, on your reciprocated adoration for him alone. nobody will ever comprehend this surging sensation of intense yearning like he does. solely he knows. your future husband. you’ll both be besotted together for eternity.

fervent waves of passion unravel through your very being as always, slithering along while his cock ventures deeper and deeper, breaking through your soaked pussy. you fucking love every tantalizing drag, every sensual killshot he aims into your wet heat. locking intimate eye contact with marius, your lidded gaze remains steady, fixated on his amethyst irises which resemble coruscating galaxies. you instantly profess, “my king… oh fuck… you’re my absolute everything… my one and only, my lifeline…” you both simultaneously lean closer to tenderly press your foreheads together once more, feeling so erratically needy. needing to be entangled in a binding mess of passion and scalding cum again and again until sunrise emerges.

“mmm… no other man could ever rival you… the king of my heart… only you can impress me with your charm…” you feel marius pulse within your gummy walls that swallow him whole, reeling wildly upon hearing your praises being directed at him alone. twitching in utmost satisfaction with his raging tip still leaking more drops of precum while he’s bumping against your swollen cervix in an amorous manner. you’re catching your breath to mewl out, “i’m hooked on your love… your cock… want to milk you alone…” he groans huskily in utter pleasure, bucking deliciously into you at a rapid pace— marking his own ornate crescents along your silky thighs that he restrained with both of his larger, muscular hands— roaming and gripping your plush flesh as if his life solely depended on it. 

“fuck princess– more… nghh… this greedy bastard wants to hear more of your beautiful voice… fucking please…” he manages to moan out his whiny pleas, penetrating your slick cunt in aligned tempo with the pulsating music. how cute… he’s begging you again, consumed by a delirious urgency to discern every rise and fall of your ethereal tone as he fucks in and out. so, you choose to bask in this sacred, salacious moment. you comply with his request, obliging by trailing your fingers coquettishly down his chest and stomach before tracing intricate heart patterns along the branded lipstick stains you left on him. “i wish you could see how pretty you are when you’re fucking my cunt… my pretty boy… all mine…” 

as his delectable abs immediately flex under your light and airy caresses, he grows immensely feral as lapses pass by— his cheeks adorned with a scintillating, ruby glister which radiates down his neck. you actually called him your pretty boy? marius might as well advance your anticipated wedding to a sooner date because shit— he’s melting on the spot, right then and there. loud whimpers escape from the voids of your mouth when he drives himself even faster, quicker at lightning speed into your fluttering pussy. “fuck… oh fuck! and i’m yours… i’m all you’ll ever need… mmm… say you love me… come on, baby… only me…” he chokes with rushes of adrenaline, hoarsely begging for your honey laced endearment to send him rocketing to heavenly saturn. 

trembling underneath his seductive body, you feel your back being pressed harder into the crevices of the hot tub from his rough hammering. his brutal assault of every slam, every precise rut drilling within your cunt over and over until your periphery is slowly blurring out again. solely focusing on your dear fiance, you avow gently, “i love you, marius… i love you so damn much…. i’ll remain forever by your side as your queen… showering you with all my attention and affection…” you swipe your soft lips against his own, peppering swarms of kisses his way to finally alleviate the last remnants of his jealousy. within seconds, marius beams in content like the golden retriever energy he exudes. an uplifting boost from his lovely jiejie is the type of remedy he craved all along, his true solace.

he moves to squeeze one of your thighs firmly in his bicep, slotting himself so inextricably closer against your entrance as the other dangles back and forth midair. ramming into the labyrinth of your pussy with frenzied movements while he slams his thick cock again and again; grazing your slick walls with hasty thrusts as he prods into you, submerging deeper into this torrid yet euphoric tidal wave. you briefly separate from the amatory kisses to replenish your breathing supply of air, yet marius doesn’t let you escape so easily. his free hand deftly cradles the back of your neck with a hastened pull before his searing lips capture yours once more, devouring every sharp gasp as flames blaze within his lungs. 

“your king loves you more… so much fucking more… nghh… i’ll always give you the world in every possible way… treat you like royalty, a goddess… because only you matter, my muse…” marius huskily remarks, pulsing from the carnal friction which tightly clasps his raging, spit-firing dick. he’s on the literal brink of bursting with the way your cunt embraces him— so inviting, enticing with your every clench that spurs his approaching release. you’re soon noticing how his hammering becomes sloppier, harder, faster as he groans, “my sole obsession… continue ruining me for the rest of eternity… on fated days like this…” grappling at his taut muscles, you attempt to frantically buck in sync with him, grinding against his toned pelvis— further slipping his cock into your quivering hole.

“oh babe… you don’t even have to mention that… there’s nothing more i wouldn’t want than for you to stay buried inside my cunt forever… whispering sweet nothings as we profess our love… you’d like that, right?” you tenderly coo to him, declaring your mutual wishes of being tangled together in besotted passion and mind-blowing sex for eons to come. he practically whimpers with furrowed eyebrows, morphing into an ethereal, panting mess. “jiejie… nghhh… i…” his desperate pistoning amplifies as a searing heat you committed to memory coils all along your belly the more he fucks you. you’re both so close. so fucking close to shamelessly orgasming in this public hot tub yet again.

“hmm? feeling tongue tied from the pleasure? hell no, we both know you just wanna cum…” you impishly tease him, playfully leaning upwards to graze your tongue along his sensitive pecs and nimble down. marius’ whines resound stridently, moaning like a manwhore. your fucking manwhore. he doesn’t give a damn if his name is trending tomorrow at this point, surging like wildfire from being caught. you’re sucking harder when he greedily penetrates your velvety cunt with slowly faltering strokes, breaking through your wet heat ever so fervidly. one thing is for certain in your debauched, lascivious mind. time to coax marius over the edge and deliver the final blow. 

“go on, baby… mmph… show me how sexy you look when cumming inside this pussy… let’s do it together…” your lidded eyes remain fixated on his contorted countenance while he drives his last pumps inside you. basking in the lewd squelching of your joined flesh, of his cock ramming with such teetering thrusts. “fuck! cum with me, princess… fucking cum and milk me dry–” he deeply slams with a piercing push as your body responds to his command on instinct. thrashing and squirming all at once, both of you are harmonizing in a crescendo of moans which spurs mizzles of cum to entwine as one. “marius! i’m gonna–” within seconds, ivory dew drops rapidly spill into your weeping cunt before seeping out into the hot tub. he soon presses against your arched body when you’re still convulsing around him, simultaneously soaking his cock with more of your pearly slick and his sticky semen.

“good girl… see? told you we’d fill this hot tub with our cum…” 

“mmm… you always keep your promises, babe… that was so fucking hot…” 

he slyly smirks at your remark before coquettishly winking your way. well— seems like you can finally eliminate ‘having public sex on a cruise ship while an audience watches’ off your salacious list of fantasies. while you’re cockwarming him, marius eventually carries your frame and finally ventures out of the aquamarine abyss. he’s tender with his aftercare, pampering you on the lounge chair as he wipes the lingering cum off your pussy with a towel. after vigorously fucking, stargazing surely serves as a serene ambiance for devoted lovers such as yourselves. so he ambles to retrieve the drinks vincent prepared.

when he returns, you snuggle in his warm embrace and relish in the saccharine taste of the alcohol to replenish your energy, combating your parched throat. marius rewards you by traversing his wandering lips towards the crook of your neck, pecking your beating pulse with delicate kisses. in response, distant constellations shimmer from above, twinkling back in celebration of your fond affection for one another. 

the silence is tranquil, idyllic, ever so soothing… until—

“watch that bastard come crawling back for more– means i’ll get to fuck you senseless again… unless…”

suddenly, you feel a familiar erection graze against your silky thigh and can’t help but squeal in shock when he hauls you over his shoulder again.

“marius! can’t you calm your dick for a second?!”

“but jiejie, we haven’t even soaked the bed yet!”

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[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ FASCINATION.

fandom. tears of themis

pairing. vyn richter x gn!reader

content warnings. suggestive, making out, vyn is down bad, heavily inspired by the 3rd anniversary cards, not edited/proofread

word count. 0.9k

notes. so. 3rd anni cards. i still haven't recovered. and as a piano player, vyn's card really did smth to me.

Ever since you saw the grand piano in Vyn’s house, you’ve been fascinated by it. The sleek edges, painted white and always shining— it was a beautiful instrument and truly suited your lover. Despite being built for concerts, the expected sound being loud and rich, every time Vyn played on it, it brought forth the gentlest melodies. 

Maybe it was because of him, fingertips barely touching the keys, hands gliding over the instrument while he gently swayed to the music he played. Half lidded eyes following the notations, filling the empty silence in the house with wonderful tunes. It must be, you tell yourself, the absolute mastery he held over his instrument was astonishing. 

Hours could pass by and you would be never bored, listening and watching Vyn play, completely immersed in his own world. Too rarely it happens, where he would sit down and play in front of you. You yearn for it, to see him like this— content, happy, peaceful. 

So of course you were fascinated by the instrument, the white grand piano in Vyn’s house. An important part in his life and with that, in yours as well. Sometimes you would press some keys as well, your own melodies much simpler than his, but every time you sit down, you feel even more connected to him than usual. And every time you sit down, you’re once again reminded of your thoughts about this instrument.

This is why you don’t hear Vyn entering the room and watching you with a small smile on his lips. You’re completely lost in your own thoughts, gently easing some accords from the piano and stringing them together in a song. 

You almost scream, when he’s suddenly besides you and compliments your skill. With a racing heart you gaze up to him, arms crossed and leaning against the piano. And that knowing smile, having you caught in your ‘act’. He knows of your fascination and he always loves to remind you about it. 

He’s close to teasing you, confident he can make you flush in embarrassment. And he’s right, the piercing gaze of his turning your cheeks red and making your fingers tremble. Vyn notices, of course he does and lowers his head. 

“If you ease not only your fingers but your entire hand, you won’t cramp up so easily,” he murmurs right next to your ear, making you shudder. You know exactly what he wants, and if it were any other day, you would’ve followed his lead easily. Instead you lift your hands from the piano keys and catch his, pulling them downwards and pressing his body even closer towards yours. 

With a coy smile on your lips you turn your head, catch his eyes and slowly ease your fingers across his. “Show me,” you murmur back and lean closer towards his face, so close that you can almost feel his lips on yours. His breath hitches and you can’t help but smirk triumphantly. He hadn’t expected this, you being so bold tonight. 

Placing your lips onto his, latching on them, gasping when he presses closer— he’s at your mercy, something that happens too rarely. You release his hands from your grip, while wiggling on the seat to turn towards him, but it’s still uncomfortable to kiss him with your neck craned. You would’ve stopped, had he not gasped against your lips oh so wonderfully, responding oh so eagerly. 

You endure and almost forget how you’re in an uncomfortable position, lips flush and hands pulling hair and then clothes, tugging at seams— anything to touch the skin beneath. And there is nothing more beautiful than the wrecked man you’re kissing right now, flushing beneath your attention while you devour him. He shudders when his shirt finally falls open, your hands eagerly exploring the exposed skin. And the noises— god, the noises he makes are heavenly and sinful at the same time. 

The sudden sound of wrinkled paper pulls you from your daze, pulling you away from his lips to catch your breath. You glance at the mess he made, throwing the notations that have previously rested on the stand across the piano and floor when he rested a hand on it. 

“What you do to me,” he pants, still out of breath and oh— Vyn has never looked so delicious, so eager, so greedy for more. It makes your mind spin, seeing him so flushed, so affected by you and you can’t help but want for more. 

Mind made up, you rise from your seat and push him against the piano, watching Vyn tense when the instrument fills the room with random notes. It almost hurts in your ears, the noise still ringing but everything fades when you catch his pleading eyes. He wants more and who are you to deny him?

“Let me hear you, Vyn,” you say while towering over him, chest heaving at the sight before you. “Let me hear every noise you make,” you murmur, lips latching on his skin and leaving marks behind. And the sounds that leave his mouth, the gasps, the moans, the whines— they’re the most beautiful thing you’ve heard in a while. 

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[byeol-ssi]

Heloo! I loved reading you "sharing a bed" trop it was amazing 😭 would you mind if i request one with the tot men? 🥺

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hearts sealed by starlight

✦ artem wing. luke pearce. marius von hagen. vyn richter. x gn!reader

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW, although slightly suggestive jokes are made in marius' part) + various tropes. slight spoilers for luke's part if you've never played through his personal story.

artem wing *. ⋆ fake dating relationship

"ARTEM?" your tentative voice comes out as a whisper of sound.

artem hums in response. it was beginning to feel like, somehow, the silence had gotten louder now that you were both settled in for the night — with you occupying the bed, and artem laying on his makeshift cot on the floor.

your head pops out from above, and you look straight into his eyes with what seemed like surprise.

"you haven't fallen asleep." a statement, not a question.

work had been exhausting, to say the least. on the other hand, he was uncharacteristically wide awake despite the fatigue he'd accumulated throughout the past few days.

artem sighs through a smile. "it appears you haven't as well."

a beat. then, "would you like to come up and talk?"

"about?"

"anything, really!" your head peeks further out in your sudden burst of excitement, the blanket around your shoulders slipping. "let's just think of this as a sleepover. we can even share the bed!"

his forehead creases, "we never discussed, nor drafted a written testimony, should an event like ... bed-sharing occur during our agreed time together within the scope of our contract."

"artem, it's fine. it's not like i would file a lawsuit against you." you shook your head, laughing. "i probably wouldn't win anyway. so, come up."

he frowns. if he was being truly honest, the contract and terms were there more for his sake, since artem doesn't really know if he could control himself around you without them in place.

but then you're already scooting over, and he finds himself swiftly slipping in beside you.

the sheets rustled as adjustments were made, and you both soon realized with slight, sinking, horror that the bed was much smaller than you anticipated — evident in the way your skin inevitably brushed against his with every movement.

you clear your throat, offering him a sheepish smile. "i think people will definitely believe our story now ... but you still seem worried."

"although i do trust the judgment of celestine and my peers, i sometimes wonder if i'd gone too far in trying to protect my reputation," he admits quietly. "i'm likewise ashamed for involving you like this."

aside from the strain that came regularly with his responsibilities, artem found himself under extreme pressure and criticism from his environment.

somehow, being single while he neared his thirties labeled him as "unreliable and untrustworthy", and the firm subsequently saw a decline in clients.

this unfortunate reality is what brought him to you. by agreeing to become his pretend (keyword being, pretend. other synonyms included: fake, not real, an act) romantic partner, artem would be able to secure his image.

"hey. we do what we need to survive." you slid a hand across the bed and threaded your fingers with his. "and also, i've never been this happy before. so, i want you to stop burdening yourself with guilt."

he swallows, trying to ignore the warmth that spread from your touch and your voice — so soft and incredibly kind.

artem throws an arm over your stomach, keeping you as close as possible. skinship and other forms of physical contact were deliberated upon prior to this entire scheme, although nothing in your agreement explicitly stated that these had to be made only within public view.

artem only hopes you don't report him for taking advantage of this loophole. "you might fall off," he reasons out.

fitting yourself against the length of his body, your answering smile is warm, sweet, and playful. "swear to fall with me?"

"i swear," he vows, and nothing more is exchanged between you that night. when the moon rises high enough to peek through the clouds, you've already fallen fast asleep in his arms.

and artem stays awake throughout, wondering if he should someday reveal the truth of his worries.

what he expressed earlier wasn't a complete lie, but truthfully, he's becoming less concerned with preserving his name the longer he spends in your presence and focusing more on figuring out how to keep you as his.

because artem no longer cared if this was all fake, as long as he could stay by your side.

luke pearce *. ⋆ reluctant allies to lovers

"you never said anything about us sharing a room," LUKE snaps brusquely, trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "i only agreed to this because you insisted that we could find a potential cure around here."

"just think of it as a vacation! you don't need any added stress, so don't worry about it and have fun. but not too much fun, if you catch my meaning. also, try to keep your hands to your —"

luke promptly ends the phone call as he steps back into the bedroom. two lamps had been left burning by the bedside tables, casting the space in a soft, warm glow.

you were already tucked into bed, cream-colored sheets dipping with the shape of your figure. you look up when he enters, setting the tablet in your hands aside. "was that doctor aaron?"

luke nods, dropping to the armchair. he rubs his forehead, trying to center himself. he's aware that he was being irrational, a far cry from his usual self.

the tension hanging precariously between you both wasn't the most ideal as well — another issue he admitted to being the cause for acting so cold and standoffish.

you purse your lips. "is something wrong? did he have any new leads?"

"no, no. he was just ..." playing matchmaker where his services were clearly unwanted, his mind provided. he coughs into his fist. "checking in."

an awkward silence ensues, one you break by nodding to where he was sitting. "okay ... are you sure you're comfortable sleeping there?"

"i've slept in a lot worse places. this is fine."

a sigh leaves your lips. "you don't have to. we can share, alright?" you propose, more forcefully this time. "i'd rather not have dr. aaron find out and scold me for not taking care of my patient."

ah, right. it wasn't unusual to find yourselves paired up frequently and you've played plenty of roles together in the past — albeit begrudgingly on luke's part.

and when you accidentally learn about his illness, you agreed to become his nurse/investigative partner as per the meddlesome doctor's request.

why? luke has absolutely no clue.

it takes all of his self-restraint to not glare at the bed, which would be the bane of his existence for the next ten hours.

"fine," he concedes. he lifts one side of the sheets, revealing your bare legs underneath. there wasn't anything remotely scandalous about your nightwear, but he squeezes the phone in his hands, terrifyingly similar to how a scandalized victorian woman would clutch her pearls.

he placed the gadget down with much more force than intended, and hopped into bed as quickly as humanely possible.

a cool palm — yours, he realizes — presses itself unannounced on his forehead, brushing away his bangs. he sits up jerkily, confident he was redder than a tomato.

"luke, you look like you're burning up. have you taken your medicine? how about some water?" you soothe gently, raising your hands to show you meant no harm. "or would you like me to leave? i can find somewhere else to stay the night, no problem."

and this is exactly why he dislikes working with you.

he doesn't even know you that well — has been trying not to learn more, has been doing his utmost to keep his distance — and yet, you relentlessly look out for him without making him feel as if he was glass.

and all luke wants to do is surrender.

he blew out another frustrated breath, stubbornly denying how you made him feel. it wouldn't be right. it wouldn't be fair. he shouldn't aspire for the bond between you to develop into something more.

not when he'd be leaving you too.

and so, he remains resolute in his decision to push you away — like all the other times in the past.

before you got too close. before his heart fell any further.

"it's nothing," he rasps, swinging a leg over the bed. "you should get some rest."

"do you ... want me to hold you?"

luke's entire brain halts, as does his attempt to escape. "wha — what?!" he sputters, heat climbing up even further on his cheeks.

"i heard it helps," you shrug. a yawn eclipses the next words that leave you. "doctor aaron said so."

he almost groans. luke should decline. conjure some sort of excuse or half-ass lie. drive the wedge between you even deeper than it already is — once and for all.

yet, when he clears the thickness lodged in his throat, something else comes out of his mouth entirely.

"yeah?"

you nod, motioning for him to come closer. "yeah."

he blinks. just this once, he convinces himself.

"okay." his nerves settle when he shuffles hesitantly into your waiting arms. his arms wrap around your torso as you settle back down on the mattress, burrowing deeper with his weight above you.

your hand starts carding through his hair, the sensation so relaxing that his eyes begin to droop shut. without thinking, he breathes you in, calming his heart in the process.

after a long while — when more stars eventually come out of their slumber and take their place in the night sky — you whisper, "are you feeling much better?"

he does. but that didn't mean he wanted to let you go.

"could we stay like this a bit longer?" he mumbles, lips grazing your collar bone.

you don't deny him. "sure, luke. as long as you want."

marius von hagen *. ⋆ arranged marriage

"you can take the left side," MARIUS offers, quietly going around the hotel room and flicking off the lamps.

you embrace the soft pillow in your hands a little tighter, trying to ease the nervousness quivering in your stomach. you find refuge in the queen-sized bed — which was ironic, considering that the bed was the last place you should be in given your present circumstances.

"is this another one of your cheesy pick-up lines?" you joke, attempting to lighten the subtly-charged air by adding, "because you're always right?"

the corner of his lips twitch the slightest before he shakes his head in amusement. "i am. but also because you always sleep on the left."

the sky had already deepened to a purple haze that reminded you of marius's gaze as you regard one another silently for a drawn-out beat.

your eyebrows draw up when his observation slowly sinks in, and you likewise couldn't help the suspicion that laces your tone. "i do? how do you know that?"

"you're my spouse." he shrugs easily. the bed shifts as he settles in next to you; the rustling of covers accompanying his movements. "these are things i should know."

you ignore the way your pulse trips over itself. instead, you flipped on your side to face him, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "but we've never even ..."

marius raises an eyebrow, and the smirk that followed after spelled purely of mischief.

"what? slept together?"

at your appalled expression, marius tips his head back and bursts into laughter, his hair a splash of color on the satin sheets. you're certain the warmth surging up your neck could rival even the hottest of stars.

"why would you phrase it in that manner," you grumble, sitting up and smacking him playfully with a pillow.

it was true. you've been married for a couple of months now, but still slept in separate bedrooms. he'd generously offered you a space of your own at his own house, and you'd always managed to get adjoining rooms during business trips.

this time, however, your parents were adamant about finally sending you off on a honeymoon they planned and prepared for — much like your marriage, and everything else that concerned your relationship — when you both initially refused and made excuses to take one shortly after the wedding.

his arm shoots out to grab hold of the pillow, bringing it down to catch a clearer view of your face. he stares at you for a few seconds, his expression softening, but his smile never slips.

"i check on you every night whenever i arrive home from work."

oh.

oh.

"and despite how spacious the bed is, i somehow always find you taking up the left side," marius continues, completely unaware of how your heart just shot itself up your throat.

"it's not really meant for one," you answer breathlessly, awkwardly huffing out a laugh. your hands fiddle with the edge of the pillow, "maybe we should start ... you know."

"sleeping together?" he unhelpfully — and too cheerfully — supplies.

your entire face bursts into flames again, but you refuse to let it show. "yes. you're my husband." you stick your chin up, feigning nonchalance. "it's only natural for married couples to share a bed. it'll also allow us to become more comfortable with one another in the future."

he'd be yours for real, if only you knew, and if only you asked.

carefully, he brushes your cheek with his knuckles, the ring on his finger glinting in the dark. "if it's alright with you."

"it is." you lean into his touch. certain you won't be running away from him anytime soon, he opens his arms out to you.

you duck your head to conceal your smile, laying your cheek against the center of his chest.

"but only sleep. no funny business, mr. von hagen."

marius wonders if you could hear the beating of his heart sounding out your name.

"i would never. sweet dreams, mx. von hagen."

vyn richter *. ⋆ childhood best friends to lovers

a hesitant knock resounds on VYN's bedroom door. he glances at the grandfather clock, takes note of the time, and smiles inwardly.

it seemed like you'd never changed. 

"come in," he calls out.

the door creaks open, and your head peeks in first, your shoulders and the rest of your body obscured behind the polished wood.

"hey."

"good evening. was the bedroom not to your tastes?" he asks, something that sounded very similar to amusement lacing his voice.

embarrassment flickers across your face before your eyes narrow in defense. "no, you know exactly why i'm here. can i please stay?"

"you're very welcome to. come in," he repeats, already fixing the sheets and fluffing the pillows to your desired liking.

you finally step in, closing the door behind you and heading straight for his bed. he stifles a laugh when you flop down — ruining his handiwork — and pat the space next to you.

he complies, although he settles in much more gracefully. "i presume you were experiencing some difficulties falling asleep?"

"it's nothing new." you nod, throwing the duvet covers across both of you. it flutters down similar to a butterfly's ceasing wings, cocooning you together.

"you're aware that i am a licensed psychiatrist, right?"

"how could i ever forget your two doctorate degrees?" you snort, rolling your eyes playfully. "you only mention them like — all the time."

he chuckles, lightly pinching your nose. "do not play smart with me," he tuts fondly, evading your attempts to swat his hand away.

you tackle him into an embrace instead, which he reciprocates. when you've both quieted from your fit of laughter, his hand moves to rub circles on your shoulder blade.

"still, you know that i can help you with this." he urges, more earnestly now.

you shook your head. truth be told, your response is one he's already predicted, but it wouldn't hurt to try and convince you once more. convince you like he's done for several years already.

"you're my best friend. i don't want you to take a look inside my brain. that's just weird and scary," you'd whispered to him on an evening similar to this. only this time, the features he's long memorized on your face were a whole lot younger. 

"why not?" vyn prods. "it wouldn't change anything."

"you can't promise that. not when there might be something truly wrong with me. or even worse, you'll bear witness to pieces of me that might lead you to regret ever becoming my friend." 

'impossible. i adore you too deeply, and cherish our memories together too fondly, to ever consider any part of you unsightly,' he'd wanted to argue back then. 

he only refrained from doing so and bit his tongue because that would mean upsetting the delicate thread in which your relationship hung.

it would mean crossing the line of platonic and leaving the safe barriers of "in-betweens". and vyn was not about to hastily gamble it all away with a poorly thought-out confession.

neither of you needed to say it aloud, but losing one another was yours, and his, greatest fear. 

"nah, s'okay. i fall asleep just fine whenever i'm with you." you yawn, bringing him out of his fleeting flashback while you snuggle deeper into his side — far too close to be "just best friends".

"really now?" he murmurs, masking the satisfaction that fills his heart and threatens to bleed into his tone. he presses you closer to his chest, his other hand wrapping around your waist, intent to hold you like he's done so, so many times before.

you hum, looking up at him one last time with a dazed smile on your face. "yeah. your bed is always much more comfortable than mine. maybe i should find one similar to yours."

or you can stay here, in my arms, forever, vyn thinks. he doesn't mind waking up with dead, aching, limbs for the rest of his life as long as your face was the first thing he woke up to each morning.

"sleep now," he tucks your head underneath his chin. "or else you'll keep me up all night with your rambling." 

"you adore my rambling," you add petulantly.

even though you never said the words to each other, both of you knew.

"i do. now, rest. wake me if you must," vyn says over your head. 

i love you. 

"mhm. good night, vyn."

i love you too.

✦ byeol’s notes: just to be clear, these were submitted waaay before i closed my requests. i worked on this quite late since i wanted to prioritize my event first, so i apologize for the exremely long wait!

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you and ily ♡

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[caelisblade]

finally, us | marius von hagen

synopsis: after giving birth to your little princess, marius gave you space and time to recover. he slowly started growing tired of feeling so lonely and finally confronted you about your insecurities and made sure you remembered how good he could make you feel.

cw: insecure fem!reader in postpartum (ik this is not everyone's cup of tea, i just wanted to write gentle & sweet husband!marius, so give it a shot? there are NO details on the birth part), fingering & oral (fem receiving), marius is feeling really lonely, praises, mirror sex (briefly)

marius wasn‘t pissed. 

it was the most natural thing that your entire focus was on that little wonder you had in your arms. your focus was on your baby, after all. he only had started to feel lonely. so, no, he wasn’t pissed. he was lonely. 

his tiny princess in your arms was cooing, making you giggle as she grabbed your pinky finger in a tight grip and he finally got over his stupid head and sat down next to you on the couch in the main room.

marius really wasn‘t pissed that you had stopped paying attention to him. okay, perhaps he was slightly pissed. though he totally understood why your focus shifted — his did, too, that‘s totally out of question. he just wished he could have one night again with you and you alone. without a screaming, crying baby. marius knew how selfish that sounded but he couldn’t help himself. 

"baby?", he mumbled softly, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your neck. you didn’t respond. 

he had given you space and as much care as it was possible for you to heal and adjust to the changes in your life. of course, you still slept in the same bed, talked, acted like husband and wife but it felt like you unintentionally shifted your entire focus on the baby and forgot about his existence in a way as well. 

he didn’t blame you for that, how could he possibly blame you for this? you let your body go through so many changes when you gave birth and he was so proud of you. 

he helped you as much as he could while still working from home as pax‘ ceo. but of course, he couldn’t force you to leave her if you didn’t feel ready for it. it was still a little frustrating from time to time, with how distant you had gotten to him. 

"do you want to rest a little? i‘ll take care of her for a bit, how does that sound?", he asked carefully, brushing your hair out of the way gently. 

"nuh-uh", you replied, shaking your head  "i‘m okay. don’t worry."

"baby, come on, you haven‘t slept properly the past few days. you look exhausted. i got you a bath ready, go in there, please? for me? i‘ll take care of her." his tone had gotten more stern, slowly getting pent up with your behavior. he did his best to make sure you and your daughter were cared for. but you not taking care of yourself anymore was frustrating him as well. 

you sighed, nodding finally in defeat; the exhaustion hitting you like a truck as you carefully placed your daughter in marius‘ arms. 

you smiled softly at him before you went to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and sinking into the comfortably warm water. the scents from the essential oils he had purchased for this very occasion were coming up to your nose and you could feel all your muscles relax and your eyes were closing. 

just a couple of minutes later you heard a knock on the bathroom door and marius entered. "can i join? i want to spend some time with you", he mumbled, cheeks reddening. "i just missed you so much, baby."

"where is—"

"i called luke and asked if he could watch her for an hour or two earlier”, he interrupted you. “he just arrived a few minutes ago and went out for a long walk with her. don’t worry, she was quite excited to see her uncle luke and i clothed her warm enough for the weather. please, baby? can i join?", he asked again. 

your body relaxed again and you nodded. "of course."

marius stripped off his clothes, sinking into the bath behind you and wrapping his arms around you, softly massaging your tense muscles. "i‘m sorry", you suddenly sniffled, tears burning in your eyes as you realized how much you had neglected your husband. it had never been your intention to neglect him but you did. and it made you feel so horrible. 

"for what, baby? for taking care of our little princess? for being the most amazing mother anyone could wish for? i don‘t care if you don’t spend time with me, as long as you’re by my side. of course, i‘d like a little kiss here and there, and maybe a hug, hm? maybe you’ll let me take you out for a date night once in a while as well. all i ask of you is to not forget about taking care of yourself, baby. i miss you. and you can leave her with me once in a while, too, if you need to rest. that is totally okay, baby, and i wish you’d do that more often", he spoke softly, turning your head around so you could face him and kissed you, so soft and gentle, and you practically melted. 

it had been too long — way too long — since he last kissed you like this. you couldn’t remember when you last kissed at all. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had an intimate moment like this with him. it felt like your entire body lit on fire and suddenly, everything else was all forgotten. all you could think of was him. 

the innocent, gentle kiss quickly turned into something way more intense — he sighed against your lips as his body was relaxing, remembering the way you made him feel and you turned around to face him. 

his eyes were lidded, watching your every move, god, those gorgeous purple eyes of his. 

“i missed this so much. i missed you so much”, he whispered, giving you a gentle, comforting smile. “believe me, baby, i don’t blame you that you focus on our little princess right now, okay? our tiny princess is more important than me. i just really felt lonely lately, alright? don’t blame yourself for this.”

you could only nod, words were unable to come out and you leaned down to kiss him again, his arms wrapping around you as you seemed to melt into each other. 

“marius”, you sighed softly as you felt his hands wander up your body. “i… need you.”

“oh, baby, i need you, too. more than you could possibly imagine. i don’t want to force you into anything, though. don’t think you have to do anything you’re not feeling ready to do”, he replied. “i won’t be mad or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

you smiled, his care and worry for you to be rushing into things was so endearing. “i know, baby. i just missed you so much. my doctor cleared me for sex weeks ago but i… don’t know. my priorities were with our baby girl. i wasn’t thinking about it. taking this break with you today reminded me that i need to prioritize myself as well. and it reminded me of how much i needed you.” 

“come on then, baby, let’s get out of the bath. i need to pamper you properly, hm?”, marius said, smiling sweetly and you nodded with a giggle, carefully standing up and grabbing your towel, quickly drying yourself off as marius watched you and followed your steps a few moments later. he saw you inspecting your body on the mirror in your bedroom with those stretch marks on your hips, comparing the differences of your body after being pregnant and giving birth. 

marius gently placed his hands on your hips, his hands slowly wandering up your body. “you look so beautiful, baby. i love you, so much”, he mumbled gently, placing kisses over your neck and you couldn’t help the shudder that went through your body. 

“even with these marks and changes my body went through?”, you asked, voice quiet and careful. 

“especially with those marks and changes”, marius replied, lips wandering down your neck to your shoulder and you were just watching yourself and marius behind you, still self-conscious about your body and simultaneously distracted by his gentle kisses – you couldn’t even process that you were both still very naked. 

he turned you around again so you could face him. leaning down to kiss you but this time, it was so intense you felt dizzy for a moment when he let go. “let me bring you to bed and show you how much i missed you in my arms, yeah?” 

“mhm”, you smiled, and it was the most beautiful sight in his eyes because this was the first time in a while you smiled so genuinely at him. he missed this sight so much. 

he lifted you up with ease, carrying you to the bedroom and laughed when you squealed. once he was on top of you on your massive bed, he was making sure you felt as comfortable as possible. you were feeling so overwhelmed with his kisses, his praises for how beautiful you were, his soft, shaky breaths against your neck as he, too, was slowly getting worked up with his need for you. 

“please, baby, can i taste you? missed your pretty pussy so much”, he whispered against your tummy, looking up at you, before planting a gentle kiss right over some little stretch marks on your tummy. you nodded as a reply, but he was not satisfied with that. 

“use your words, baby. need to hear you talk to me. you haven’t been doing that in a while now. i need your words.”

“yes, marius, please”, you sighed, eyes rolling back as you felt his tongue on your folds, the first time in months that he was eating you out and you felt like just a couple more strokes with his tongue and you’d cum. 

his arms were spreading your legs apart as he played with your clit, moaning against your pussy at the taste. marius almost forgot that this was about you and you alone, about making you feel comfortable with your body again. “such a good girl for me, baby”, he grunted, “such a good fucking girl for me, let me make you feel so good.” 

his one hand was grabbing towards your hand, wanting to intertwine your fingers as the other hand slowly moved to your glistening pussy, his thumb playing with your clit and shortly after his middle finger was easing into you. 

you shuddered, legs starting to twitch around his head as you cried out his name, the first orgasm of the night washing over you like a tidal wave as you squeezed his hand tightly. “marius, baby”, you whispered breathlessly, slowly coming back to your senses. “need you inside. please, fuck me.”

“shh, relax, baby. i won‘t fuck you”, he said, pausing for a second. he saw your face drop, before he proceeded with a gentle smile, “i’ll make love to you like my queen deserves, hm? need to make sure you’re prepared for my cock, alright?”

marius turned you both around on the bed that you were leaning against his chest and he was seated against the headboard. “look at us, baby”, he pointed at the mirror right in front of you both, smiling. “look how pretty you look in my arms, so, so beautiful.”

his hands slowly wandered down your chest to carefully play with your sensitive nipples, before his fingers tippled down lower your body, slowly reaching your clit. he started rubbing the sensitive nub, holding your legs apart with his own as you twitched. the stimulation was quite a lot to handle – considering you hadn’t let him touch you in months (he wasn’t initiating anything in fear of hurting you before the birth). 

“baby, plea–”

“watch. us. watch yourself as i play with your pretty cunt, baby”, he interrupted you. “i need you to feel this, baby, because i want you to remember how beautiful you are. i want you to remember how fucking proud you make me feel whenever i see you fall apart on my fingers or my mouth.”

he slowly slipped a finger inside of you, letting out gentle shushes as you squirm and moan, kissing over your cheeks, face, down to your neck. as he was carefully moving his finger in and out of your warmth, he watched your every reaction. it wasn’t long until he slipped in another finger, holding you in your place as he whispered in your ear: “look at yourself in the mirror and come for me, princess. you deserve it.” 

you practically exploded, the cry of his name was so satisfying for him to listen to. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this fucking good, so full of pleasure and so satisfyingly spent. 

“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, princess”, he praised you, causing goosebumps to cover your body. he removed his fingers and licked them clean. “you’re so beautiful, god, i love you.” 

“i love you”, you replied breathlessly. 

marius smiled as you lost all your strength were laying against him powerlessly. 

“that felt so good, marius, fuck”, you sighed. 

you squealed when he suddenly turned you both around so you were underneath him again. “can’t tell you enough how much i missed being so playful with you”, he whispered gently, kissing underneath your earlobe. “so, how do you feel about… me fucking you?”, he asked carefully. you nodded. 

“yes, please, marius, i need you inside of me”, you replied. 

he leaned over towards the nightstand’s drawer, grabbing the lube inside of it and letting some of the liquid drip into his hand. he knew you were wet enough to take him raw, but he wanted to make sure that you didn’t struggle to take him in after so long. he jerked his cock off a little, covering his length with the liquid and dribbled some on your pussy as well, before he aligned his tip with your hole and slowly thrusted inside. just the tip inside of your warm walls had him groan out and the more he thrusted into you, the more he lost his mind. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight”, he groaned, “so fucking good, you feel so fucking good.”

he started to name vegetables in his mind, trying to distract himself so that he wouldn’t cum from just thrusting into you for the first time in over four months. 

that made him realize that he hadn’t asked if you were okay with going raw – fuck, it completely slipped his mind. “baby? i forgot to ask, i’m so sorry, did you want me to use a condom?”

you looked at him like he lost his damn mind. 

“do you think i wouldn’t have stopped you if i did?”, you asked, laughing and kissing him gently. “it’s alright baby. i wanted to feel you. also, come on, we haven’t used a condom in forever. you really think you would like to use one?” you joked around, shaking your head. 

marius visibly relaxed, nodding before he returned the kiss, smiling. “you okay? feels good, baby? can i?”

you nodded: “yes, i’m okay. feels good, baby, please, move.”

you didn’t have to ask twice, marius pulled out before he thrusted back inside, face buried against your neck as he was about to lose his mind. “fuck, baby, gonna make you feel so good, make us both feel so good, hm? you want that? you wanna cum for your husband again?” 

his thrusts were sloppy, the grunts and groans he let out were music to your ears and you couldn’t believe how much you missed this. 

just feeling your warmth around his cock had him babbling nonsense, kissing you messily to distract himself but at one point, everything was becoming too much and his hips stilled as he came, cum buried deep inside of you. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck”, he let out a string of curses as he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you as you clenched around nothing. “gonna make you come for me again, baby. need to see you lose your mind because fuck me, if i am not right now.” 

before you could reply or say anything, he slipped his cock back inside of you, biting into your shoulder to distract himself and you whined, nails scratching up his back fully as his pace got faster. “fuck, marius, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop”, you cried out, tears running down your cheeks as your body went on sensory overload, feeling too much at once – pleasure, love, passion… it was overwhelming. 

“shh, baby, don’t cry. it’s okay”, he comforted you gently, slowing down with his pace to make sure you were okay. “i’m sorry, i lost my patience there. did i hurt you?” 

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, i’m okay. i was just… feeling so much at once. i’m okay. i promise”, you replied, smiling at him. “you’re so perfect, marius. i love you, so much.” 

“i love you, too”, he kissed you softly before he proceeded with his movements, watching your face scrunch as you got closer to the edge and watched your lips part as pure bliss coursed through your body, the cry of his name sounding like music to him. 

once you were all cleaned up and tuck inside the blankets next to him, looked up at him. you were practically glowing and he loved seeing you back to your old self. 

“fuck, that felt so good. why again did i stop myself from this?”, you giggled, still in a post-orgasmic haze. 

“because you were taking care of our baby girl, remember? the one luke is bringing back any moment now so we should probably get dressed. you can sleep, though. i know i tired you out fully, didn't i? i’ll watch her, alright?”, he said. “you just rest. you deserve this, baby.”

“mhm. i love you”, you nodded before you were already asleep, smiling in your sleep as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up and getting dressed again to call luke that he can bring his daughter back home anytime he wants.

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[lightarin]

Nighttime Secrets

Content: GN!Reader x Vyn Richter; implied relationship, pet name of my dear; fluff

A/N: reader is not specified as rosa but this is a really cute and soft image so i chose to use it

You shift in your sleep, starting to wake up from the unfamiliar sensation around your torso. Your half asleep mind realizes that you were being hug, the realization slowly being followed by the understanding that it was Vyn who was hugging you so tightly. With a sleepy hum you move your hand to rest on his, curiosity nudging you awake.

"Vyn? Is everything ok?"

Silence was the only response, encouraging you to turn the best you could in his embrace to face him. You rest your hand on his cheek, realizing that he was still asleep as you brushed a few stray locks of his silver hair out of his face. His brow was furrowed, and even in his sleep he drew you closer, his embrace tightening in response to your movement.

It was rare, to see his emotions so clearly on his face like this. He was usually so aware of his emotions, so in control. No matter what you did, he usually responded with his steady and affectionate smile, rarely gracing you with the slightest blush and flicker of surprise in his striking golden gaze.

So to see him like this…

Your train of thought is interrupted by his arms somehow pulling you closer, his lips pressed into a thin line, almost as if he thought there was something threatening you in that very moment. Your gaze softens as you brush your thumb against his cheek, then shifting your hand to smooth out his forehead.

I wonder what kind of dream he's having to react like this…

You watch as his expression relaxes, leaving only his lips in a frown as his embrace loosens minutely.

"See? Everything's fine. Silly."

Your voice is hushed, unwilling to wake up him, yet unable to hide the affectionate amusement that was welling up within you as you tapped his nose. He lets out a sigh in his sleep, as if he were responding to your words, the slightest smile gracing his features as he nuzzled the nape of your neck. With his worries eased, (even though you still didn't know what they were), you let yourself enjoy his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before settling down to go back to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, Vyn."

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Vyn looks at you curiously as you prepare breakfast together, noting the way you kept glancing at him with amusement, a smile he couldn't quite understand on your features.

"My dear… Did something good happen?"

"Hmm… You could say that."

Your amusement seemed to grow at his question, leaving him in an even more confused state. Had he done something? That couldn't be… Yesterday had been quite normal, and he as far as he knew your sleep had been quite peaceful.

"Are… are you going to tell me what it is?"

You hummed briefly, shooting him a glance and giving him a smile that answered his question before you even spoke.

"Nope!"

His eyes closed in resignation, giving a quiet chuckle as he chose to give up on questioning you. Whatever had happened, it had made you happy, and that was enough for him.

For you, there was nothing but delight at the realization that he didn't remember anything from last night. Not that anything had happened. However, you got the chance to see a secret side of him, one that only you got to see. It was a memory you woul hold onto, another remind that he was as much of a normal human being as you were regardless of how composed he seemed everyday.

Maybe you would tell him about it someday, when he becomes more expressive with you.

But for now…

For now, this was your secret, a part of him that you could treasure in your heart.

And that was enough for you.

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[fuyuu-chan]

Unexpected Encounter Turned Into a Nice Vacation

Pairing: Vyn Richter x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Going on a vacation out of town to go to the beach but also meeting Vyn there was unexpected but you are glad at the same time since you get to spend time with him.

Vyn accompanied you as you do to him. You both also stay in the same hotel. And spends your days together.

Like swimming in the pool and the beach, watching the sunrise and sunset. Touring around the place and the city, walking around the beach without slippers to feel the sand. Shopping together, like what you need at the moment and some souvenirs. Eating together and visiting famous shops around the area.

And he invited you to also go to the party boat and you agreed. And it was fun, since when you arrived there, there was a lot of people, you go outside and the breeze is cool which you very much like. You and Vyn drink outside as you watch the sky and the ocean while the music is blasting inside the party boat making it like a background for you two.

After this vacation, it makes you had more memories with Vyn and you wish to had more in the future. This encounter with Vyn also makes your vacation more fun and amazing than you have ever imagined.

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[alstroemeriadissonance]

Comfort Food (NSFW)

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[actualbird]

“But…seriously,” Luka places the napkin down and reaches over to hold Marcy’s hand. Marcy blinks rapidly, feeling her heartbeat quicken as Luka looks at her with a soft gaze. “Thank you.” “For what?” Marcy asks softly. Is this it? Did her dear detective finally get a clue? “For tonight. I enjoyed it.” Luka smiles. “I’ve never had a close girl friend like this before, so this is really nice.” And there it is… The short but undeniable pause between girl and friend. Ladies and gentlemen, Luka Pearce has just gal pal’d her. At a five star restaurant. Marcy downs the rest of her wine and calls over a waiter. “Excuse me, more wine please, thank you.” - Or a genderbend/gender swap AU where Marcy von Hagen goes through the trials and tribulations of courting Luka Pearce, the most oblivious woman alive.

wordcount: 6.8k ship: marius/luke notable tags: genderbend/gender swap AU 👭, pining, obliviousness

I RETURN WITH NEW FANFIC AFTER EONS!! please clap 

anyhoo, if you wanna see mariluke yuri shenanigans, maybe give this fic a read!! likes, reblogs, tag rambles, comments, etc. are much appreciated! i hope someone out there enjoys this :D

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[tabibitto]

His Rose - Vyn Ritcher

m.list

CW: fluff, comfort, mentions of arranged marriages, smut, slight spoilers for SSR: Ashy Indulgence

Summary: After your wedding night, Vyn made love to you. He stares at your sleeping form during golden hours, pondering how a lonely young man like himself has come so far. To open up and lay out the deepest parts of himself to you, and whether he wants to admit it or not. He is wrapped around your pretty finger~

In Stellis, the prospect of marriage is a happy one. The idea of spending the rest of your life with someone you love, someone of your choosing

In Svart, most of everyone agrees that betrothal is simply a secure and honey-coated political purvey

A nobleman to marry a noble lady, and produce little princess and princesses, to secure one's claim to whatever inheritance you've got.

That certain powerful families have learned to love each other was both convenient and miraculous. Only after marriage did many couples learn to tolerate each other Put up a pretty front in their dollhouse so any stranger that may enter may see the plastic beauty and hidden disdain.

Being wed, was a term used on Vyn multiple times, and when he reached a certain age in his teenage years his father stopped bothering to bring it up. Just as Vilhelm stopped believing he would ever marry for love.

Until a pretty rose came along. Her petals dancing around his feet. teasingly, yet sincere.

Her sweet smile and innocent green eyes. Full of determination and gentle kindness in all aspects of life. It was nothing he had ever seen, neither as a young duke nor a Psychiatrist, who's job was to seek the lies in people's truths.

There was none of that in his love, no lie that was not usually his fault. No test she had not passed. If it was anyone who could be deceiving it would be him. His flower was too precious to do such a thing.

After months, even almost two years, of friendship and love. Full of sunlight and rain alike, did Vyn come to the realization, upon sitting across the mother he had not seen in a decade how truly smitten he was for you.

He confirmed it again as he spread you below him. Carefully peeling off layer by layer of Charmeuse and Chiffon from your body, being gentle to caress your bare and hot skin

Vyn decorated your soft body with his kisses and greedy bites. Originally teasing, he ended up becoming your pleasure dom.

His focus was not on himself nor his release, but as each moment passed, so did his desire to make you happy increased.

Vyn laid you down on the plush pillows of his bed, swiftly pulling one under the small of your back, closer to your hips to ensure you were comfortable. He made no move unless you said yes

Did not continue until he heard your praises and timid moans.

He held your hand and lightly rubbed the wedding ring on your finger as he pushed in, quivering as the pleasure swallowed him whole, and demanded more friction.

Vyn's gentle and slow thrusts turned passionate and harder. Only at your request did he begin to pound into you at his heart's content, no longer holding back.

Smoothly shifting his pace to your cute little noises. Though he, in question was in control. He was completely and utterly at your mercy. To fuck and love you as you wanted.

Eventually you caught on, and even then you insisted on pleasuring him too, whether it be jacking him off as you kisses away his insecurities or took him in your warm little throat, you took care of his wants and needs as if they were your own.

And when it came to you, he did everything until your trembled in pleasure, pulled on his hair to bring his lips closer to your puffy clit, arched your back and desperately rolled your hips for more of his cock.

The night grew darker, and so did the exhaustion in your sweaty bodies. Eventually his needy movements were slower, until he came inside you, loudly and slowly.

Vyn laid beside you that night, gently yet firmly cuddling your naked form against his, holding you so close and protectively as if you would be stolen away if gazed upon by outside entities.

That Morning, when the sun was at its peak golden color, he too gazed upon your body, and it took a lot out of him to get out of bed to make breakfast, coffee and prepare a bath for his ladywife.

Vyn smiled like an idiot as he went about doing his buisness, and even more so as he sat at your tucked in feet, leaning forwards with a tray of food and warm coffee with a tiny little cake slice of your preferred flavor.

Vyn careful shook you awake, and with a yawn and tired eyes you gazed upon his own. Smiling, he took your jaw in his fingers and kissed your cheek sweetly, the scent of sweet coffee and dessert lingering in the morning air.

"Good Morning, My Rose~"

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[kurooblossom]

「LATE」 左然

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3 | MASTERLIST

➤ Word Count: 826

➤ Pairing: Artem Wing (Zuǒ Rán) x reader

➤ Tags: established relationship, f!reader, fluff, probably ooc since I haven’t played this game properly in like... 6 months or longer??

“I’ll be right there,” Artem said, before hanging up the phone.

Silently, he slipped the phone into his pants pocket before standing up and maneuvering quickly around the room. Knowing exactly what he was looking for, he went straight for a stack of papers he had nearby to where he stored his briefcase. Popping open the briefcase, he slipped the papers inside along with a few other items before closing it once more.

"Are you going out?" Y/N asked, peering up from the tablet she had in hand, one of many NXX cases up on the screen.

"Yes." He replied, focusing on gathering the items he needed. "I should be back before you get off though."

“Oh, okay...”

Once he finished grabbing everything he needed, he looked over everything once more before turning to his partner.

The girl softly smiled up at him, however, the smile didn’t quite meet her eyes. His heart ached to see her smile. He knew why it was there, but he couldn’t do anything to fix it, at least not now.

With an apologetic smile, he approached her briefly and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be back soon.” He murmured, lips brushing against her soft skin.

Guiding her out of his office and locking the door, Artem left the firm.

Hours passed and it was late when the brunette stepped foot back into the office. All the lights throughout the building had long since been turned off, except for one. A small frown formed on his lips as he approached the building and entered the elevator.

She surely wouldn't be here at this hour... right? Artem thought to himself.

Of course, he had told her that before he left he would try to be back before she got off for the day. After all, he wanted to go on their little dinner date as much as she did. So he tried and tried to fix the issue with his client as fast and efficiently as he could. However, his attempts to get back before their scheduled date time were in vain. Before the clock on his phone even had time to move forward, when he noticed how late it was and how much of a standstill his work was at, he quickly sent her a text to go on home for the evening after work.

The sun had already disappeared from the sky and the moon replaced it when Artem was finally able to leave. He sighed disappointedly, slipping behind the wheel of his car, leaning back in the leather seat tiredly once the door closed behind him.

He would just have to make it up to her, he decided.

As he drove back to the office to gather the remainder of his things, he thought of how to make it up to her. Flowers and a fancy dinner? A relaxing date to one of her favorite places?

Before he knew it, his car pulled into the parking lot for the firm and began his way up to his floor. The sole of his shoe loudly and impatiently tapped against the stone flooring of the otherwise quiet elevator, the relatively short ride felt longer than normal tonight.

His frown deepened when the elevator door opened and he saw the lights turned on in the last area he wanted to see them.

“Y/N?” He called out.

His long legs moved swiftly around the office, quickly closing the distance between himself and Y/N’s desk. His pace slowed as he neared her, a feeling he only got with her tugged at his heart as he caught his first glimpse of her face.

Even with her disheveled appearance, from what he could only assume was from her being hunched over her desk, she was still the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on. Her brows that furrowed as she focused on work were now relaxed along with the rest of her face. A look of peaceful bliss was etched into her expression.

“What am I going to do with you?” He murmured to himself,

Quietly, Artem slipped off his blazer and placed the warm fabric on her shoulders. Almost like it was second nature to her, Y/N hummed at the newfound warmth before curling her head in the direction of the familiar scent.

“Y/N, love...”

His callused fingertips gently grazed her skin as he reached over her figure and swept the loose hairs from her face.

“Artem?” She managed out tiredly, her eyes glazed over with sleep as they opened. “You’re back?”

“Yes...” he replied, a small frown on his lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back in time for our dinner plans.”

“It’s okay.” Still half-asleep, she softly smiled up at him. “We can always go another time.”

How he didn’t deserve her...

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He said softly, a determined glint in his eyes. “Firstly, let’s get you home.”

➤ A/N: Not proud of that ending but I was going to drive myself insane if I didn’t force myself to finish this off somehow. I’ll most definitely give this a re-write in the future.

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[dreamsofminnie]

[Luke Pearce x Reader] Series

Ch. 5-10 [Luke]

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—His Escape | Word Count: 2,590

—March 16th, 12:23 AM

[[Recent message: I can’t help but peek into your room to see if you came back secretly.]]

Unbeknownst, the 100th sigh has now erupted from your lips as you fiddled with your lunch half eaten.

Peanut perched beside your plate occasionally pecking the dried figs you set for him.

“Peanut, you must miss your dad right? I miss Luke very much too.” Your pointer finger strokes the birb somberly as he peeps quietly.

“How many days has it been since he was gone? hmn, 4 days.” Laying your arms and head across the marble countertop your phone opened up to Luke’s one sided conversation.

Groaning you release your phone and bury your head between your outstretched arms.

“What to dooo, Fridays were our game and movie nights… ughhh! Luke you jerk! Maing me wait for you to come back like some military wife!! Give you a good scolding when you get back!”

Straightening your body and your resolve, you reach your finger out for Peanut to perch on and head upstairs.

“Apologizes Lukey, but I’m rummaging through your stuff.” Throwing his door open you find his usual messy desks and bookshelves that line the wall. His bed look haggard like he has been living here, in which, he really hasn't.

“Haizz, as always. Super messy Luke” Your sigh was so fond, one might’ve mistaken you as a wife whose waiting for their husband on an abroad trip across the world.

—March 16, 12:27 AM

[[Sent: Do you mind if i clean up a bit]]

[[Sent: I wont touch your important papers]]

Stuffing your phone in the back pocket, you roll up your sleeves to get to work. “Luke admires Sherlock Holmes to such an extent that he even matches Sherlock’s messy workplace.” Despite the grin on your face, the heavy document lifting will be a huge workout.

“If only you had arms to help me Peanut.” He tilted his head at your call while staying out of your way on the far window sill, his favorite sunbathing spot.

Piles upon piles were stacked against a corner you cleaned beforehand. Moved out of the path so access to other areas was easily accessible. Many of the papers were covered, with a label tag—simple to comprehend for the correct file in any case.

They stood tall so thickly that they rivaled your throat width solely in how many pages they contained.

How Luke actually managed to write up and read that is beyond you. The real hassle in detective work is the paperwork that research brings.

Even just a smidge, do you understand all of Luke’s sleepless nights you have caught him with his room light still shining bright. You had scolded him once while he apologized profusely. You were pretty sure he still managed to find a loophole and kept up with his late-night work hours. And you couldn’t say anything then, since you were studying up till sunrise.

One unfortunate chance was when Luke and you thought of sneaking into the kitchen for a quick snack and perhaps some caffeinated tea. Catching each other on tip-toes in pajamas, you making tea, and Luke getting snacks, was a fun core memory. Both of you ended up sitting in the living room working side-by-side. Till one of you would fall asleep on the other then eventually night passes then you and Luke wake up snuggled close.

Warmth had spread to you from cherished memories of a family you held dear. Wherever Luke may be, you just hoped he comes back in one piece, breathing and smiling bright.

Papers all stacked and on the side,you get to sweeping some of the discarded trash. Crumpled papers that— if unraveled, were rushed thought processes of a detective onto an exciting new lead.

His favorite juice boxes littered around his small trash can, as if his aim was terrible and he missed the trash with every new juice box.

Leftover craft materials were present only beside his bedside, which seemed like wood shavings, a dull carving knife, and cut-out paper. It seems you needed a vacuum for all those.

Floor now all clean and vacuumed, you reach Luke’s desk and bookshelf behind it. Many spaces on the shelves were free so packing the documents away in them was alright to do. You can just sort them for him and label each shelf with the contents. You had done this for Luke once in his other office. It wasn't as messy as his room is now, but Luke really enjoys your neat and tidy file sorting. He’s called it, “Name’s personal file service! Luke only V.I.P service, right?~”

You giggle to yourself as you hear his voice through those words.

Unable to reach the higher shelves, you decided to save those for after every other thing that needed to be cleaned. His desk was just for area mapping, entry and exit routes to suspected buildings. Shifting them in a pile to the side of the table you hesitate if you wanted to peer through his desk cabinets. Personal or not, you would prefer if you had his permission first-hand.

Though i guess you were already invading his chambers without consent.

“I’m so sorry Luke. I will confess all my sins to your punishments when you get back, let me indulge in your personal affairs just this once.”

Shutting your eyes tight, you feel Peanut flap his wings and perch on your shoulder, eyes intently locked on the cabinet handle you were clutching. Opening one eye to watch Peanut you open the first drawer and crouch down to look closer.

The bottom is lined with thin files, scribbled notes, unopened letters, and craft utensils like the carving knife you found earlier. Not at all work-related, you could tell by the decorative ornaments that littered the box. Some were beads, pieces of jewelry, and preserved rose petals. Nothing matched Luke in this cabinet.

These were for you.

Luke has made many of things for gifts in the years spent together, you can recognize his crafts anywhere. And these were meant for you. This cabinet was all of you.

“..maybe I really shouldn’t have.” Peanut seemed to notice your surprise, shame and guilt. He chirped and flew down into the drawer hopping on the beads and letters as if finding something in that stack. “Peanut??! Hey hey, get out of there.”

His chirping grew persistent when spotting something in the far back of the cabinet. Dragging the item out with struggle, Peanut chips for you to help, so you worridly comply. Peanut would only do things on his own accord if, it was benefiting Luke, or, to embarrass Luke. You can’t tell which this is just yet.

Taking the wood block that Peanut dragged out to show you, you gap at the wood block.

It was a carving. A blooming rose so beautifully detailed and outlined down to the thinnest carve marks. A bird just like Peanut was the centerpiece in the rose, it sat at the middle in an angled side view as its wings raised to fly. You could tell it was unfinished because these types of carvings needed a thick coat of paint, and this was not at all painted just yet.

Dragging your hand across the carefully detailed and hard carve marks, you felt marks on the other side of the block when your hand moved. Stunned, you turn it around and freeze even further. Peanut tweeted and sat on your knee awaiting your final reaction. The back of the block was empty besides the small word carving on the bottom corner.

“Congratulations on your Graduation!!” A small sticky note wrote, “I always knew my Watson could push forth through the intense studying to earning your degree!! I’m really proud of you.” A small heart that was drawn in the corner of the sticky note was very light, as if he was hesitant to include it.

A bubble of sad inducing emotions threatened the peace and tranquility in your facade these past days. It prodded in your throat as your mouth was in a trembling frown, tears near slipping.

Peanut could feel the anguish radiating off you and chirped worridly, hopping closer to your face and rubbing his body against your skin. Fingers hardening against the wood, careful not to ruin it, you swallow the despair down and hold yourself.

“Luke…you silly boy….my graduation isn’t till about month from now.. You didn’t have to prepare so hard. Thank me in person if you’re so proud of me. That’s all I want..” The repeated words as if you were in a trance, were on the tip of your tongue but you didn’t dare speak those 3 words ‘I miss you.’

Inhaling deeply and exhaling you sniffle the rest of the sadness away and get up off the floor ready to finish the late-spring cleaning you started.

Peanut who still sat on your shoulder tilted his body at you. Patting his head and cooing at how good Peanut was in revealing Luke’s secrets, you hide the wood carving back in the drawer with your name basically plastered in it.

“Cleaning really helps cure some sadness.” Because a distraction was what you needed.

Getting that stepladder for dusting the bookshelf that you put off before, you reached the top shelf and make your way down. Pushing aside books so every corner was dirt-free, you notice Luke has a lot of thick detective books.

You snicker when you spot one light novel that you lent Luke because you thought he could brush up on modern romance stories. Luke said he lost the book in his bag, turns out that the book actually sat dust-free on his top shelf. ‘If you liked that light novel so much I would have gotten you the whole series Luke!’

Somehow you found that the second level of the bookshelf was dust-free, while even the bottom first shelf was super dusty. Strange. You didn’t find any of the books or locked files to be much interesting so you let that go. It might’ve been the case Luke is pursuing at the moment.

Sadly finished with the whole spring cleaning in Luke’s room, you watch the room as you exit and close the door in front of you slowly. It was high-time you study instead of reminiscing memories in your roommate/childhood friend/best friend’s room.

🔐[TimeSkip]🔍

—April 13

A hefty sigh rumbles through your throat into a groan.

“A new bestie is in order. What kind of person doesn’t even attend their best friend’s graduation ceremony? Peanut! Your father is absurd.” Same as normal, you sat in your room sighing and complaining to the Myna bird.

Peanut could never exactly escape this weekly routine every time your studying was complete and you had time to relax but that time was spent going crazy with the bird.

Though you had a reason to do so. Peanut hasn't been responsive as of these weeks, only when Luke was mentioned he would chirp quietly and stomp around to show aggravation. He has also gotten slimmer, without Luke who indulged Peanut in snacks way too much, Peanut ate only a necessary amount. No matter how much packs of dried figs—his absolute favorite snack—you bought, Peanut would eat four max then just sit on top of the bag.

Holding in another incoming sigh, you got up and stretched your arms above your head. “Come on Peanut, let’s go out today. Fresh air will free our shackles.” Swiftly slipping into your shoes at your front door, you call to the bird.

Peanut flew up and settled on your head, cozying up to your fluffy hair.

You both exit the apartment and out onto the lively streets. The bustling of people and chatter felt so distant. Only when a person is walking around and talking to another do you not notice how odd it is when you lose that company and instead walk alone hearing just the idle chats of random lives.

Perhaps Luke was feeling the same thing at this moment. You wish you could be connected to him like this.

The goal of movement was… unknown at the moment. You didn’t really know where to go when you suggested a walk.

“Parks are normally where people take strolls, right? Aghh…I’m talking as if I’m not normal and trying to BE normal..” I guess talking to yourself—and talking to a pet bird– isn’t very ordinary in the first place.

After arriving at the park and down a path towards the large constructed lake, you found a bench to rest on while Peanut happily ventures somewhere close by.

Sounds of the breeze and paces of people either jogging or walking past calms your mind of the occasional fog it gets on days like this with nothing to do but worry.

A guy riding a bicycle passes by but he doesn’t even leave your line of sight yet before the guy tumbles off the bike. You jolt up and rush over to help him up.

“Are you okay sir?!?? That was quite a tumble.” Holding a hand out as he sheepishly takes it and thanks you.

“Ah yes! Probably just a minor scratch on my knees, thank you for helping. I was in too much of a hurry to deliver these.” He rubs his neck then points towards the folded papers in his bicycle’s basket that have now spilled all over the grass.

“Oh, let me help!” You bent down to gather the papers and your hand freezes.

“I’m really sorry for having you help me twice like this! I’m grateful that you are so nice!!” He rambles on while grabbing the papers and stacking them back in the bicycle’s basket. “...and like–today was really busy so—work’s been piling up on me—...” Your ears couldn’t focus on the words and blocked out what he said. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears instead, the ringing of your mind engulfed your senses.

You were too fixated. On the front page of the newspaper.

“DETECTIVE LUKE PEARCE SOLVES A 15 YEAR ONGOING CASE IN LESS THAN 5 DAYS!”

“...what. What is this news report from.”

The stare you gave the guy was so intense that he falters for a moment. “Uhm, I work at the North Stellis newsletter station. Ah well, as a newspaper boy, so not really AT the news station ahha..” He sweats under the intensity of your shock but a question floated to his head.

“Oh? Do you know Mr. Pearce?! I heard of his work. Think he’s been at North Stellis for a month now.” You bit your lips hiding at the ecstatic smile and feelings that was bubbling up.

“I actually do! Can I take one of these newspapers home? I want to read it closely.” A relieved and joyous expression overcame your form as you held the paper close to your body.

The newspaper guy nodded with a smile, “Of course! Not much of a thanks for helping me, but if you need it then you're welcome to take it.”

“Ah! I need to get going now though. Thank you for helping me!” He hopped on his bike, waved a farewell then peddled away just as Peanut got back from his grandeur adventure.

Perching on your shoulder while you giggled in glee, Peanut chirped—albeit a chirp with much life unlike his usual quiet chirps—questionably

“Peanut! We’re going to see Luke!!!”

Peanut’s bewildered chirp was the last thing you heard before you went prancing home.

Synopsis-> Luke the one who has always been by your side throughout school years. The one who wouldn’t hesitate to run back home to get you something you forgot and really needed. Luke who smiles so-so fondly at you when your smiles pierce through his bad days. The same Luke who thought running away from you would be beneficial for you.

It however, only served to push you out of your way to find him. Seeing your surroundings in an entire different city, you are in search of Luke by tracing his detective trails. His name plastered on the newspaper one day by accident, served you to find him quite quickly. Now by his side, the works of detectives and secret agents left you both to conquer swiftly.

Joining his line of work after thorough debating and arguing, he reluctantly let you invade his dangerous lifestyle. Of course–only with him by your side at all times.

aUgh,, this took awhile to finish🙇‍♀️

Lukey-boy, you will be in for a surprise😌😌

YAH. The next chap will take another decade since we will now officially start this series💀

Tags. @neigesprincess @crucnhice @backintomykpopphaseagain @kazedaka @little-aruma

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[spoops-screams]

| Giving

Character(s): Marius Von hagen

TW: Insecurity mention

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || This isn't meant to make sense, I just want to kiss him

"MC-!" Marius whined at you, cheeks flushed a bright pink as he gave a very half hearted attempt to push your hands away from them, his eyes averted as if it would calm the raging blush on his cheeks if he couldn't see you looking at him with such a purely affectionate expression.

"But-" You pressed a kiss to his forehead. "you're-" Another to his cheek. "so-" one to his other cheek. "precious." You planted a final kiss to his lips, smiling into the kiss as you felt him kiss back. It was a wonder how he would be so flirty and cocky one second and then shy away from your affection the next.

You pulled away from him, hands still cradling his cheeks as you rested your forehead against his, eyes focused on him and the shy quirk of the corner of his lips into a smile, almost a shy smirk with how one corner of his lips almost automatically quirked up more than the other.

He actually looked you in the eyes this time, eyes brimming with a warm adoration that had you melting. He closed his eyes for a second as he let out a light laugh and leaned more comfortably against you.

"How do you always manage to leave me a complete mess but I can't manage to do the same to you?" His eyes open nearing the end of his question. Its light hearted but there's still a slight sorrowful edge to it as he asks, his sadness at being unable as of yet to have you in the same state you manage to reduce him into somewhat disheartening for someone like him who wanted to give you as much as you gave him and yet always seemed to be on the recieving end of more than he gave.

You laughed softly yourself at this. "Marius, trust me, you don't understand the amount of self restraint it takes me not to fall into your arms every time I come over."

His smirk comes back full force but with a softer edge to it, still accentuated by the splash of colour on his cheeks. "I wouldn't mind that."

Do not repost or claim. Only reblog 💕

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[witch-hazels-musings]

SSR :: I’ll be here

warning :: angst/comfort :: spoilers for chapter 6 part 2,nightmares (mentions of injury (artem, others), mentions of blood, knife (held against throat - no injury), mention of death / dead body), crying, comfort

artem x gn reader (reader as the MC) | anthology

a-n: this is my first ToT piece! I was inspired by the aftermath of chapter 6 and really wanted to add some reality to it all - plus I love Artem

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Its suffocating, but you gasp through the pain. Lifting yourself from the ground to gather your barring's, you feel for something to grab onto. It feels like you’re choking, desperately trying to catch your breath but, no matter how hard you inhale you can’t get enough. 

Calling out sounds more like a strangled croak than the usual sound of your voice, and though you’re finally starting to understand, you wish you weren’t. 

Everything comes rushing back so quickly. Images of wandering through the halls, searching for answers, holding nervous conversations with the man at your side. You can see his face so clearly; the soft smile, the guiding direction he provides in the darkness, the blush creeping across his cheeks every time you poke fun at him. You know that face so well, so why is the man sitting tied, bloodied, and bruised behind the glass so foreign to you? Why is it so hard to accept who it is: your partner, your confidant, your ... 

“... artem...” you gasp, straining against the pressure in your throat, the emptiness in your lungs. Your hands crash against thick, tempered glass. Your legs wobble, unsteady as if you’ve never used them before. Resting your forehead against the clear wall, you bang against it with a trembling fist, but the man on the other side doesn’t move. 

Behind you, someone is laughing. A maniacal, spine shivering laugh but when you looked to find out who, no-one is there. 

“It seems like you’re too late,” the laughing voice rumbles through your glass prison. Eerily you watch as a ghostly hand lifts the lifeless head of Artem, “if only you’d moved a little faster and given him what he wanted. It’s a pity, really, for a face this pretty to be ruined like this.” There was a strange sound that drew your attention, but it was getting harder to see, harder to breathe. When you finally spot where the noise came from, you watch in horror as a man with his back to you grips a splintered stick and thick, red liquid drips below him. He shakes but never looks back at. “Finish it.” The ghostly voice commands and, as if on que, he crumbles to the floor surrounded in oozing blood. 

With your knees finally giving way, you crumble, gasping, tears straining your eyes. A scream you aren’t sure is even human rings through your prison while you claw violently to reach Artem. He doesn’t move, no one moves, and the last thing you see is your own reflection holding a knife to your red coated throat. 

You awoke screaming. Every nerve in your body is electrified, violently burning as you launch yourself from the bed, gasping for air. Something falls from your nightstand, your bed creaks from the sudden movement, fingers curl like vice grips around the tussled sheets around you. In your fear, you try to rationalize what just happened; it was just a dream -- but it reflected so many of your memories. 

You knew what it was like to be so cold that your body tenses up, to be so frigid that you can’t stop shivering, but this was worse. No matter how much you wrap yourself in your arms, the tremors rippling through you won’t stop, and all you can do is collapse into the sheets: defeated. 

You aren’t sure when you reached for your phone, couldn't remember typing out the words you were staring at, but there they were, white and blaring in front of you. 

Are you awake?

There’s no way he’d see the message. It was almost three-o-clock in the morning. Any reasonable person would be asleep right now. You would be too but there’s no way you’d manage to fall back asleep now. Every time you close your eyes you see him, and the tears come rushing back. 

It was then, as you lay on your side in a ball that your phone came to life. The soft ring vibrating your hand; he was calling you. 

“y/n?” his voice tugs at your heart, the comforting richness of it forces you to bite back a sob. “What’s wrong?” 

“... I’m sorry,” you manage to reply, even though your voice cracks, “... did I wake you?” 

Artem is silent for a moment, the sound of a steady click comes through on his end of the line, “No, you didn’t wake me.” Another pause. If he were here, what kind of expression would he have - one of annoyance maybe? “You sound distressed, did something happen?” 

How were you going to explain to him what makes you scream in the middle of the night, what’s causing you to shake uncontrollably, what nightmares plague you night after night. What right did you have to disturb him in the first place. 

“y/n ...” 

“ ... I had a nightmare,” you answer, even though the pitiful confession forces you to hide your tear stained face in the mattress. 

“Hold on,” Artem replies.

“Okay,” you cry, and listen to the sound of his breathing. 

--

By the time you hear the knocking at your front door, your body has begun to still, your heart is no longer lost in turmoil and your thoughts are a bit clearer. Artem stayed on the phone but didn’t say much until his soft, “I’m here,” slipped through. Letting the phone fall from your hand, you slowly wrap yourself in the lightest blanket you have and make your way out of the bedroom. 

The cool autumn air seems to seep through the windows. The cold hardwood chills your bare feet almost instantly as you make your way down the hall and toward the stairs to the lower floor. From your loft, you can see the blue light spilling in from outside, the white of the moon and artificial lights from the streets stretch the shadows of your furniture. Pausing on the final step, you feel an unease wash over you. The shimmer of the large window, the reflection of yourself in the dark glass brings your nightmare back to the surface. When the soft rap at your door sounds again, you jump. 

Wrapping the blanket around you, you make your way toward the door not caring to look through the peep hole. Its quiet, save for the mechanical whir from your kitchen and the creak of the front door opening. Though nothing sounds as loud as your fluttering heart when your eyes finally land on the face of the one person you desperately want to see. 

Artem, hand still holding the phone to his ear, brows furrowed, hair a mess and clothes hurriedly put on, stands in front of you, eyes full of worry. Suddenly, you feel exposed in front of him but try as hard as you might to compose yourself, you can’t hide the way your hand trembles around the doorknob. 

“... you didn’t have to come,” you mumble, voice riddled with guilt for wasting his time. Artem lets out a soft sigh but his lips curl into a smile. Quickly, he puts away his phone so he can take your hand in his, the warmth of this thumb as it caresses your skin brings grounding to your troubled heart.  

"Of course I did," he reassures you, but instead of removing your worries, it makes you break. Hot tears roll down your cheeks as the terrors crawling through your memories take over once again. You tighten your grip around his hand while he takes you inside the privacy of your home, wraps his arms around you and holds you. “I’m so sorry,” he laments as his face becomes lost in your hair.  

You’ll have to make up for the tear stains on his clothes and the unprofessional way your hugging him, but for now you can’t seem to find the line that’s blurred by your desperate desire to keep him close.

Images of him taking blow after blow, the sigh of his face when you choose him over your own life, the death that followed just when you thought it was safe to open your eyes again. 

Of course your nightmares weren’t real, but the experiences that caused them were. 

You start to tremble again and that’s when he decides to move. “You need to rest, let’s head to the couch.” Artem slowly guides you toward the couch and helps you sit. Instinctually, you turn into him, away from the windows. “I’ll only be a moment,” he affirms, thumb passing over your cheek to wipe away the tears lingering there. You nod but don’t let go of his sleeve. Artem smiles at you but it seems sadder than normal. Kneeling, he makes sure you can see him, makes sure you can feel him as he places his hand on top of the one gripping his clothes, when you finally look his way, he speaks. “I promise, I’ll come back.” 

You nod again and, this time, let go. 

The world seems out of phase around you. Sounds in the kitchen, lights of passing cars, somewhere in the distance a dog barks, but in your mind it’s swirling, and you can’t get it to stop. 

“Here, drink this,” Artem lifts your upturned, lifeless palms until they wrap around the warm cup he’s placed there. Your fingers feel like ice but this helps. “It’ll warm you and help you sleep.” 

“I don’t want to sleep,” you say matter-of-factly. It comes out harsh because of your fear. The couch dips as Artem takes up the space at your side, you feel his hand against your arm as he fixes the blanket that’s fallen and exposed your skin to the morning air. He’s about to speak but you cut him off, “please,” you start, eyes welling with tears as you look at him, “I can’t go through that again. I ... I can’t watch you --” the words catch in your throat, your eyes move widely across his every feature - at his hand that hovers, unsure if he should touch you, his lips that turn into a frown - you see it all, and for a split second you swear bruises begin to appear where they shouldn’t be. “I can’t --” With pain in your heart, you cover your eyes. it’s in that moment Artem moves the drink to the coffee table so he can pull you against him. 

“I’m here. I’m alive and right here --” he repeats like a mantra against your ear, his hand pulls your face to his chest while his arms lift you until you are laying practically on top of him. 

The blanket has fallen but his body temperature is keeping you warm, the back of the couch pushes you further into him, and though the tears keep falling, you begin to focus on the sound of his beating heart. 

“I didn’t protect you then,” Artem’s voice cuts through the noise of your mind, his apology spills from him like a parent who let their child wander to far. Artem is your friend, your mentor, a person you care for deeply; to think he would be regretful for something he couldn’t control, it must be the same type of feeling a teacher has for their student. “I promised to do so and I failed. I won’t again.” He seems lost in though, in his own head as he speaks. It’s like you’re hearing something not meant for you but, nevertheless, as his grip around you tightens, it brings a comfort you never would have found on your own. 

The suns light begins to peek out across the horizon. The sound of your upstairs neighbor shuffling across the floor tells you the world is starting to wake but you don’t want to listen, so you burry your face further against him.

“...Artem. I know we aren’t ... that you don’t ...” ---  care for me the way I do you --- “... will you stay?”

He adjusts slightly, just enough so his hand can rest on your arm and his fingers can pass through your hair. The top of your head starts to warm and, when he speaks, drops of relieved tears fall his way, “I’ll be here.” Is all he ever has to say.

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[svartish]

to tear down walls

once again, its been a while since ive written anything. writers block hitting pretty hard. might delete this one later as well

primarily implied vynrosa. i want nxx found family and good relationship and team building :(( mostly an examination of vyn and his hangups on getting along with others. not proofread

Vyn is, was, and always will be closed off. At first it formed as a defense mechanism years ago, a protective shell for a vulnerable child, yet he strove to never take down his walls and open himself again. Not only is he accustomed to this nature by now, but he has found it so much easier to be viewed as a “mystery” and left to his own devices by others. 

Unfortunately (as he would scathingly put it), that was growing less and less of an option for him in his every day. Regardless of how firmly he attempted to remove himself from plans to “socialize” and “team build”, he could feel the foundation of his attitudes crumbling under his feet with each passing day. It was growing ever harder to conjure up excuses for why he couldn’t join in on the latest proposition. 

He regretfully admitted to himself that some of the ideas for “team bonding” were somewhat interesting, whether they be for a team sleepover, dinner, or day-long outing. A vindictive side of him was rather intrigued by Luke’s suggestion for paintball once, yet he still choked back his interest and declined the invitation as politely as possible. 

He sighed quietly to himself, the sound still loud in his comparatively quiet study, as he allowed the dictaphone to slip between his slender fingers and thump carefully onto his desk. A pale cheek came to rest delicately against the curled fist of his other hand, allowing himself a pause from his nightly ritual to attempt to sort out his thoughts. 

This dead-end thwarted him more than his pride would allow him to accept. He’d found himself growing stumped more and more often when pondering how to approach the odd propositions of building relationships with his team. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, a part of him buried deep inside understood this conflict stemmed from years of being closed off colliding with the human interest of getting to know those around him. 

The most insufferable roadblock, trumping even his slight interests in some of the activities offered, took the form of their dearest new lawyer recruit. Infuriatingly, he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her that confounded him so. At least, not yet. Perhaps it was the almost naïve optimism she carried, contrasting so with his own outlook just enough to grant him the chance to view the world as she did. It would be a lie to say he hadn’t felt his worldviews waiver and even change for the better after his meetings with her. 

The meetings, however, were acting as the source of an oncoming headache for him. Rosa, dear sweet Rosa, had asked him today why he always seemed to have time to meet up with her but always had to deny any group outing the others tried to set up. In a sense of panic unfamiliar to him, he floundered and flustered internally. While he was able to balm the situation adequately and without suspicion, that little seed of doubt wedged its way deep between the spaces of his ribcage, weighing on him only as he tried to wind down for the night.

Why was he so willing to meet up with her and no one else?

A sigh caressed the surface of his lips like a kiss as he gazed leisurely across his study, mind wracked trying to come up with an excuse instead of an answer. The more he searched, the more desperately he tried to come up with anything, the more he came to realize there was only one reason at all. 

He was scared.

Vyn hadn’t been close to anyone willingly in years. He chose to close himself off, chose a life in which he couldn’t be hurt any longer, but he was being forced to reevaluate this decision. Rosa was the first of these earth-shattering reevaluations. He was already suffering in trying to determine how to allow his walls down enough to fall in love with her in the first place, but now he was being confronted with the option to tear down these walls further and accept the offered companionship of others. 

He sat in silence as his mind replayed the events of the past few weeks, a small furrow creasing the skin between his brows. He could remember finding a small pack of tea he had offhandedly mentioned enjoying during a meeting finding its way into the NXX building kitchen when Artem restocked some of it recently. He remembered the small sticky notes filled with doodles of his garden in the spots Marius sat in after their meetings. Even Luke occasionally offered to up the building’s security or fix up any of his broken antiques. The more he thought, the more he began to realize the subtle kindness the group offered him that he refused to notice. In fact… even their first proposed outing together was the idea for a trip to an orchestra. 

The revelations this provided Vyn were unfamiliar to him, and he shifted in his seat a little uncomfortably at the thought. Were they being kind to him this whole time? Did they desire a bond with him that he had so cruelly shut down? Perhaps he had been… a little crass, but that was never much of a concern to him. As he saw it, being a little rude was warranted at times to shut down the people who desired a fake relationship to take advantage of him. This was how he had always been and how he learned to be, but it wouldn’t be the first time he was proven wrong by people with other viewpoints.

Rosa was the first to shatter expectations he’d held for his entire life, convictions about love he’d been certain of since childhood. Still reeling from that blow, he now had to face the possibility that he might have been wrong again. 

A message from someone on the team had come in while he was ruminating. It seems the team was trying once again to set up something for them all to do together. He wasn’t surprised to see the group message coming from Rosa; she was always the one leading the forefront of trying to get them all closer. What did surprise him instead was the fact that he didn’t feel the need to immediately turn down the offer. In fact, a small part of him already felt a tiny desire to agree for the first time. 

He shook his head and straightened his clothes as he prepared to exit the study for the night. He felt worn from his internal debate and was ready to retire to a pleasant sleep. Despite this exhaustion, a smile played lightly across his lips. The feeling was slightly foreign, though he couldn’t categorize it as unpleasant. He was even slightly giddy, actually. 

The message still glowing on his screen showed nothing but genuine interest from him as he asked for more details on the invitation they gave him for the first time.  

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[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Meeting Artem in University

(Definitely not edited)

I've been kind of on a roll with Artem headcanons recently because I keep looking at his cards (as a simp for him). Either way, I have another headcanon about him for you guys, and it's actually your first "encounter" with him.

I know that Hoyo already has a story set about how you/Rosa/MC first meet Artem, but I feel like this could happen in the actual storyline outside of the cards (?). Also, there is a tiny spoiler from the game about Artem's relationships with certain characters, but I don't think that it ruins too much about the actual story. Either way, I hope you enjoy this headcanon!

For the timeline and setting, assume that you are Rosa and that this is during your time in university, so imagine this being set a few years above the official start of the game.

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"How do I improve this part of the paper?" Rosa asks the older woman across the desk from her. The tension in the room feels thick as Rosa begins asking questions regarding the quality of the paper. She needed this paper to be perfect.

After a brief reread of the section, the older woman explains, "You need to elaborate more about the details that you interpreted. Your evidence already discusses a lot about the observations of the scene, so you really need to get deep with your analysis." Rosa nods understanding the explanation, already plotting out how to rewrite the essay. Before she could ask another question, her advisor decides to end their meeting, "It's almost five, and I have another person coming in after you. I'm afraid we have to end our discussion here." Rosa looks confused as she glances to the clock in the office and realizes the time.

In a rush to clean up and leave, Rosa bids her farewell to her thesis advisor, "Thank you for your efforts, professor. I'll be sure to adjust my paper with your feedback." She bows towards her advisor before carefully leaving the building. As she walks towards the exit, her heels click against the ground, and she continues thinking about the discussion with the professor just earlier.

While she's lost in her thoughts, a male on the other side of the hallway sighs, thinking about his current workload. Noticing the girl who just exited the office, his eyes follow her figure. Her medium-length brown hair flow behind her as she briskly walks down the hall, and her fingers seem to be counting something. Her concentrated eyes don't detect a certain campus celebrity watching her intently while standing still. She quickly walks past the male, and his eyes follow her figure getting smaller down the hallway.

He barely manages to break his gaze on her when he shakes his head, but it seemingly breaking a trance he was just in. He approaches the office door and knocks on it, the hard wood against his knuckles echoing in the hallway.

"Come in," the female voice inside answers as she pours some hot water into a cup. The male outside grips on the doorknob before twisting it and entering the room. "How were classes, son?" she asks when she sees his familiar figure in the room. He carefully closes the door to avoid the loud thud when the door completely closes before slipping his backpack off.

"They were okay, but it's just been a long day since it's getting darker earlier," Artem briefly explains to his mom before sinking into the chair. The seat is still warm from Rosa which shocks him at first, but he slowly settles and enjoys the warmth. While waiting for his mom to sit down with him, his eyes wander on the room before landing on the large monitor on the desk. He notices a student's essay displayed on the screen, reading the name: Rosa (L/N).

"It is getting darker, so you shouldn't forget to take care of yourself this winter," his mom reminds him as he only half-listens to her, humming in response. His mind wanders as he recalls the focused girl walking down the hall lost in thought. Although they never physically interacted with each other, she already left a strong impression on him.

"Did someone check in with you about their thesis?" he asks, still looking at the computer screen. "The new semester just started, and someone's already finished writing theirs?" Surprised at the pace, he looks at his mom trying to see what she has to say about it.

With a sigh, she replies, "Yes, that's a student's completed thesis. She wanted me to look over it since she wanted perfect it." Artem nods, understanding the situation. Although it surprises him that someone already decided to finish their thesis, it's understandable to finish early to revise. "Not only that, she works really hard to make sure that she does well on these papers," she comments again, finally sitting down in her chair. Her fingers grips the string of the tea bag as she moves it up and down in the water.

"How is this thesis though in your opinion?" he asks in curiosity. His mother eyes him, noticing his new found curiosity and internally chuckles at her son.

"It's just a draft, so obviously there are some things that she needs to change up. However, considering that, it's coming along well for her," she explains before setting the tea bag down. In response, he nods before seemingly reading the paper himself. "Why are you so interested?" she finally questions, trying to figure out what her son is thinking.

"She just caught my attention on my way here; that's all," he mumbles softly while still skimming the lines of text. She scoffs softly before taking a sip of her fresh tea.

Yeah right. Only caught his attention.

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Again, this is probably going to be proven wrong by Hoyo, but I like to think that this is Artem's first time ever seeing you lol. Either way, I hope you liked this one! Don't forget to follow if you like this, and I'll see you in the next one!

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[fuyuu-chan]

"Life Is Hard But You Are Loved"

Pairing: Vyn Richter x Reader

Fuyuu-chan: I know i'm late :') i'm sorryyyyyy ... Anyways let's pretend Vyn is a psychotherapist here 😅

Seraphiism's 2023 Collab Event

Also Thank you for letting me join @seraphiism 💙

~ the boy, the mole, the fox, and the horse

Warning: Mental health issues (Not Proofread, might be kind of cringe 🥲)

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Having a depression is hard. Like really hard, it makes your life harder. That's why you took your friend's advice when she said there's this one therapist that is highly recommended.

And that's when you met Vyn. In your darkest times, he was there to light up your path. And you were so grateful to him.

He changed your life. He was there when no one was able to help you, even if it's not his work hours. He told you it's okay to contact him if you needed.

That's why whenever your anxiety hits or you feel like you can't anymore, you always contacted him and as Vyn promised he always came to you and comfort you. Even though he was your therapist he became your friend..a trusted friend.

One time that you contacted him you were crying...

Because when you told your parents about your condition, they suddenly act differently towards you. Like when you suddenly get hit by sadness and anxiety out of nowhere they just stared at you. You feel like you shouldn't have told them anything cause they would just judge you.

Vyn saw how you cried. He don't know why, but when he see you cry his heart always ached. Vyn hope he could take away your pain. But the only thing he could do is comfort you.

He also gives you advices when you needed.

He patted your back while he said "You know maybe because they don't know what to do, that's why they just looked at you. Because this is their first time seeing you like that, right?"

"I guess..." You said as you lean on his shoulder.

"Also (name)... they're your parents, they would never judge you, they would love you no matter what, they care about you...think about this, when you are sick they're there, right? They took care of you when you are sick. So I'm pretty sure they would be there for you too now" he explained.

"Just give them some time..." He continued.

You nodded as you closed your eyes for a second.

"Do you...really think they still love me?" You asked as you opened your eyes again and looked at the ground.

Vyn looked at you. "Of course, you are their child, so of course they would love you" he said as he was convinced.

You sigh softly as you looked at him. "...Thank you"

"Always" He said as he softly smiled at you. Making you smile slightly.

After a moment of silence. You decided to break the silence by asking something to Vyn. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course" he answered as he looked at you and wait for you to speak your mind.

"...I don't know why, but seeing people nice to me or some of them telling me they love me...I feel like they are lying, I feel like they meant the opposite...my feelings are so weird."

He listened to what you said and think for a moment before saying something. "(Name) it's normal for you to say that and feel that especially after one of your friends...left you..."

He looked at you for moment if you had a change in mood after he said that. But he saw how you just nods at his words. Looks like you already accepted it.

He then continued. "But it doesn't mean that people are like that...true some people just use you while others are genuine... but give a chance to the people you think or feel that they are genuine, let them be kind to you and love you."

After he said that, you looked down for a bit before looking up at him. You smiled at him and nods "Alright... I'll try"

Vyn smiled back at you. He was contemplating if he should tell his feelings to you, but he thought if not now then when will he do it? He sighed and looked at you. "And maybe...you can let me too?" He asked.

You tilt your head and looked at him confused. "Huh? What do you mean? We're already friends aren't we?'

Vyn chuckled because of your reaction. "I meant that...can you let me love you? As partners..."

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