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chalkscene · 6 months

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tears of themis ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

you’re shifting restlessly on the couch when you catch your LUKE alarm keychain—handmade by luke himself—peeking from behind the armrest, “luke says he’s sorry.” you can’t help but smile at the sound of luke faking a small voice and whatever rage that filled you from your argument hours ago has now dissipated, endeared by the sweet gesture. “you’re gonna set off that alarm by accident,” you quip, the lightness in your tone encouraging luke to come into view. “you’re not mad anymore?” he asks, cautious yet hopeful. all his years of training and building a hard exterior to be a detective have nothing on you because in the warmth behind his hazel eyes that only you can bring out, you still find the boy you grew up with. the boy you’ve always loved. “i can’t stay mad at you,” you admit, on the brink of tears, “luke, i’m really sorry…” luke is quick to bring you in his arms, declining your apology because that’s what he does—he’ll blame everything before he’ll blame you. you’re unable to hold back a sob, prompting him to hold you tighter before he whispers in your ear, “let’s not do this again, okay?”

ARTEM is going over a recent case when he realizes it’s almost midnight. he’s usually one to pull an all-nighter but gnawing at the back of his mind is the argument he had with you today—you two haven’t spoken to each other since. after having decided to put off his work until tomorrow, he walks out of his home office to join you in bed but he finds you in the living room instead, your pillows and blanket already set up on the sofa. he can tell you’re aware of his presence from the way you’re deliberately not looking in his direction. still, he attempts to catch your attention with a soft call of your name. when you don’t reply, he carefully crosses the distance between the two of you. “we can’t fix this if you won’t talk to me,” he pleads. artem’s convinced his words have fallen on deaf ears until you finally speak, “i just don’t want to say the wrong thing again.” artem understands, thinking back to what started as a simple disagreement escalating into something it shouldn’t have and before you could stop it, you were both raising your voices at each other, saying things you didn’t mean. “i’m sorry about everything i said,” your voice sounds weak as it quivers and artem immediately wraps you in his embrace. “me too,” he tells you, “we can talk tomorrow. just come to bed.” when you nod into his chest, he presses a reassuring kiss at top of your head as he promises, “we’re alright.”

as MARIUS waits for you in bed, anxiety slowly eats away at him, the argument he had with you hours ago replaying in his mind. you should’ve walked in by now, he thinks, so he waits a few more minutes before getting on his feet and makes his way downstairs. he’s rehearsing his apology, muttering to himself to test the words on his tongue but it all flies out the window when he finds you asleep on the sofa. ridden with guilt, he decides to save his sorry’s for tomorrow when you’re both lucid for a proper conversation. marius is careful not to wake you up—gently slipping an arm beneath your head and looping the other under your knees to carry you to the bedroom. he’s tucking you in bed when you begin to stir awake. “sorry,” you hear him whisper, “didn’t mean to wake you up.” “what time is it?” you ask groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “it’s late. go back to sleep.” he places a tender kiss on your forehead to lull you to your slumber before he shifts you on your side, his chest against your back as he slides an arm across your torso. “sweet dreams,” he mutters and you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. “marius?” “hm?” “i’m sorry about earlier…” “that’s my line, miss,” he quips, albeit sincerely. he gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls you flush against him. “i’m sorry, too,” he replies, “i never want you to go to sleep upset.”

you’re getting settled on the couch when you hear VYN clear his throat as he carefully places a fresh cup of tea on the table in front of you. “chamomile tea,” he states, “it will help you sleep better.” there’s the slightest caution in his voice but it’s enough to tell you what the tea is for—peace offering after your heated disagreement earlier. “thank you,” you mumble, gradually feeling the guilt bubbling in your chest, “you’re using reverse psychology on me, aren’t you?” there’s no bite in your tone but vyn’s eyes still widen at the accusation. “n-no,” he stutters and a giggle involuntarily escapes you, to vyn’s surprise. “i’m joking.” when you notice his body language go lax, you slowly reach for his hand. “and i’m sorry for the things i said to you,” you tell him, “i didn’t mean it.” “i know.” a soft smile curls on his lips as he interlocks your fingers together, “so am i.” you stay quiet for a moment, basking in his touch that you missed terribly before he speaks again. “if you still wish to be alone tonight, i don’t mind staying here.” you fight the urge to roll your eyes, aware of the fact that this is just him assessing your boundaries—vyn does mind and you know that—so you shoot him a dubious look instead to which he responds with a sheepish smile. “i suppose you’ve changed your mind?” you actually give him an eye roll this time. “you know you had me at chamomile.”

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lolishdes · 10 months

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IMAGINE…

The tension is high, almost suffocating even as you find yourself cornered by the wall. His right arm is placed just above you, caging you, stopping you from escaping. Your eyes never leave one another, and by the second the hunger only grows. You look away from his dangerous eyes. “Please, not like this..” You pleaded with him, your fingers were lightly scratching the wall behind you, dammit your heart can't seem to catch a break.

His eyes softened at your words, with his free hand he lightly brushed your cheek, for a brief moment his fingers brushed against the corner of your lips. That sent an electrifying feeling down to your spine, he just knew the right places to touch. You shuddered at the feeling , and he knows damn well how much of an effect he has on you. His eyes linger down to your lips, they are plump and ready to be kissed at any moment from now.

But he resisted.

He leans closer to your ear, this time his breath tickles your ear and neck. “Whatever are you pleading for, hm?” And in all honesty you don't know either. You're pleading for him not to do anything and yet you know deep down your heart you want it, you want him. But your head is telling you otherwise, and he can see that clearly. His eyes furrow at the expression you held, you are confused by your own feelings and he wasn't one to take advantage of your vulnerability.

He takes a step back, giving both of you some distance and some space for you to catch your breath. He takes your hand with his and pressed a gentle kiss on top of your hand. He gives you a cheeky yet charming grin and after that he turns around to leave you alone, not uttering a single word.

Once the echoing footsteps have disappeared you keep the hand that he kissed close to your chest, as the part his lips touched has a burning feeling still lingering.

|| Kaeya Alberich, Kamisato Ayato, Alhaitham, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Marius Von Hagen, Vyn Richter, Wriothesley, Draken, Ran Haitani ||

©️ All content belongs to lolishdes 2023. Please refrain from reposting (reblogs are appreciated !).

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lilisgardensblog · 9 months

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~Alluring Gaze~

Vyn Richter x Reader

"One kiss for one shell."

fem! reader, kissing, make out

A/N: I didn't actually read this card, but I'm in love with it so here's a fanfic based on it

You are walking by the sea shore, trying to calm your mind. You had an awfully busy schedule today and the stress was starting to get you. You had a headache all day, almost didn't turn in a very important file and even Mr. Wing asked you if you were okay. You said yes, but he sent you earlier home anyways.

Back at home you tried to do some work, but you simply couldn't concentrate. You were staring at your laptop screen for an hour, until you decided it's pointless. You got up and drove to the sea, the only place that could calm your mind in your current state.

Back in the present, you are walking by the sea shore gathering some pretty shells as the moonlight is guiding your every step. Busy collecting the shells for some handmade gift you wanted to make, you don't notice the pair of eyes that have been observing you for the past minutes. Or at least not until a tail hits the water near those golden eyes.

You stopped midway from picking up a shell, but quickly straightened your back as the eyes were moving closer toward you. You could now see blue ,ears like, fins peaking through the white locks of what you were sure of by now it's a merfolk. A very beautiful, alluring and curious merfolk.

Curious as well, you took a cautious, small step forward trying not to scare the merfolk and get yourself possibly drowned. The merman also swam closer and was now with its human half out of the water as the tail was still moving in the water.

You dropped to your knees so you two could be at the same height as you locked eyes with the mysterious merman. You were still unsure if he could understand you or not, but you decided to speak anyway just so you'll do something else then lose yourself in those golden eyes.

"Hi..." you said almost whispering, not daring to ruin the atmosphere.

He turned his head, looking at you with an amused yet impressed look. He almost looked proud of you for not running away and answered you back. "Hello"

Trying to keep the conversation going you ask the next question you could think of. "What is your name?" you asked and your curious gaze made the merfolk laugh. It was more of a low tone, amused giggle, but he answered you anyways.

"Where I come from they call me Vyn. What about you, pretty human?" His tone was unreadable, making you unsure why he took an interest in you. Maybe where he came from he lured all the mermaids and was uninterested in them so he decided to come above and find a naive human girl to play with.

"y/n" you answered and played with one of the shells near you as Vyn studied you, observing your every move, how you look around trying to gather your thoughts to form a question, but not sure what to ask first.

"Ask me." he spoke, getting closer to you, placing his hands on each side of your legs, trapping you with his body. You were now face to face with the merfolk that you thought would drown you and he was forcing you to put yourself together while he was towering over you, making your mind run wild. He figured you all out and knew you wanted to ask him something and was now patiently waiting for you to form the question. Gulping your distracting thoughts you asked.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked pleased with your question or maybe he was simply pleased that you finally managed to ask something and confirm that he was right and you had a question lingering at the tip of your tongue.

"I was simply swimming in my waters when I sensed a new presence in my territory and it appears the intruder had the audacity to even steal my belongings."

You were shocked. It appears that Vyn was accusing you of going into his territory when you walked on this sea shore millions of times. It's true that you didn't do your weekly walks in the past couple of months, but no one accused you of transpassing before. Or worse, of stealing.

"Excuse yourself, but first, it's not the first time I'm walking around here and second, I'm not stealing anything."

The corners of his lips raised and you realized you might have said something against yourself. An attorney that couldn't protect itself, the universe was laughing at you today and this was the cherry on top for all your misfortunes.

"So you admit you've been transpassing multiple times and deny that you're not taking with you the shells you've been collecting since you came here?" he was enjoying this. The look on your face, stunned and out of words, as he was simply stating the evidence from his point of view.

You reminded yourself you're an attorney and as shitty as this day went you still had to defend yourself. "There is no sort of warning that states this is a private territory and I'm sure these shells have no owner as they are spread by the sea in a public zone."

He laughed once again. "I think I might like you ,human.Fine I'll offer you my shells, but not for free. You have to agree with my conditions if you want them." Unsure of what he meant, you nodded, waiting for Vyn to specify the conditions.

"One kiss for one shell."

You could feel your cheeks getting warm as the distracting thoughts you pushed back moments ago were brought back with one sentence.

"You can pick the placement of each kiss, I won't force you to do anything against your will, darling."

You looked at your shells. They were 5 in total and you considered for a moment letting them there and going back home. You could gather shells in another day without a blue tailed merfolk accusing you or even better you could find another beach to pick up shells. But what if another beach had another merfolk?

"So that means just 5 kisses?"

"Indeed."

"Wherever I want?"

"Mhm."

"Well then...." you took a deep breath and placing both your hands on his face you kissed his left cheek then his right cheek. "That means 2 shells, right?"

He nodded and you leaned in once again and kissed his forehead. "3 shells..." you kept count. "2 more to go" Vyn seemed to try and encourage you but you realized you're running out of options.

You leaned in again, kissing the tip of his nose, making him pull back a second in disbelief. He looked like a little kitten who got an unexpected nose boop. "one more to go..." you whispered looking at the last place you could kiss him, admiring his lips. How they moved slightly in expectation, waiting for you to decide.

Leaning in one last time, you slowly kissed his lips. You were ready to announce that you finally earned all your shells, but Vyn caught your lips again and deepened the kiss. It wasn't anything forceful, letting you decide if you want to break the kiss or not.

You placed your arms behind his neck, pulling him closer, letting him know you wanted this as much as he wanted it. His hands travelled down the curve of your waist and back up caressing your round br3asts. You moaned in the kiss and moved your hand through his hair, giving it a slight pull making the merfolk moan into your arms.

His lips moved from your lips to your neck, exploring and leaving a small bruise with each kiss. You raised your head to allow him to mark every inch of your skin as your hands were moving through his hair and then moving to feel his chest, his heart pounding as quickly as yours.

He came back up to find your lips again, both of you lost in the moment. His warmth against yours, his hands on your body and your hands on his, everything felt perfect.

But the moment was interrupted by a passing car, both of you pulling away at the sudden sound. Vyn looked down at you, admiring his work. You were sure you looked like a mess and all he did was kiss you. You could feel your hair being messy and your neck was pulsating under the sudden love marks. But he wasn't any better. His wet hair was now messy thanks to your hands and was now slightly covering his eyes and his lips were covered in your lipstick, now a bit smudged from the previous actions. While both of you tried to catch your breath, Vyn let you stand again, giving you a hand to raise yourself from the sand. You were sitting crossed legged, trying to fix your hair as both of you were shocked by what happened.

You cleared your throat and broke the silence.

"I think I need to leave." Vyn nodded and handed you your shells not saying anything. "Thank you" you added, ready to leave. You turned one last time and gave the merfolk one last kiss before leaving for good, going back to your car.

vyn pov

'She left so soon, leaving me on the sea shore, watching her figure turn smaller and smaller as she went further away....I saw the hesitation in her eyes before kissing me. Maybe she thought I was just messing with the first human girl I've seen....I've never felt this. The way my heart skipped a beat, before beating miles per hour....Who is she really?'

The blue merfolk spoke in the wind as his finger tips touched his lips, where her lips were moments ago. Such an ironic situation. He finally found someone that made him want to live again and she was a human. A mere mortal that should bow before him and yet he was willing to worship her if he could have the chance to see her one more time.

(this was so fun to write live laugh love vyn)

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themisimagines · 8 months

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labyrinth

content: you and vyn attend a birthday party hosted in his honour but end up doing something rather more fun in a garden labyrinth. wink wink nudge nudge. again inspired by anna karenina (2012) film but also labyrinth (1986). maybe a companion to 'i could sleep inside the cold of you'. some spoilers for episode 10. total porn without plot. characters: vyn x fem!reader warnings: public sex, hunter-prey relationship, breeding kink, minor knife play

On your second last day in Svart, Vyn's father hosts a birthday party for Vyn – all to keep up appearances, of course. His father isn't present, and Vyn dislikes half, if not most of the people there. You've made your way through most of the evening by his side, and finally things have begun to wind down, the guests suitably drunk and starting to do unspeakable things, sure to forget everything by tomorrow. Vyn has told you to keep close – he doesn't trust half the people here, and your kidnap by his uncle is still fresh in the forefront of his mind.

Then the next moment, you find yourself wandering the grounds of a large garden maze, heart beating out of your chest as you run as fast as you can, trying to get to the heart of the labyrinth before you get caught. Every single twitch of the leaves and hedges beside you makes you jump. You've dropped pieces of clothing slowly to make a trail, so you don't get lost. Thank goodness they dressed you like an iced cake – layers upon layers of silk, lace, underskirt, petticoats, gloves, ornaments, brocade, outer layers, inner layers, not to mention the hoops used to prop up the voluminous skirts.

Just as you shed one of your outer layers, exposing your bare skin to the chill night air, a low whistle sounds behind you. Without looking, you decide to run, going further and further into the maze, not caring if you get lost now. But just as you see you've hit a dead end, you turn around, but Vyn is there, blocking the entrance.

Vyn stands in front of you, slowly approaching and twirling a decorative blade between his fingers. Even though you know he would never hurt you, there is a tantalising whisper of fear running up your spine, which is deliciously arousing.

'I found you,' he sing songs softly. In the moonlight, his eyes glint as he gets closer, the most delicious shade of honey gold. You love seeing him like this, like a cat who has gotten the cream, a mischievous boy reliving the childhood he never really got to have.

You consider making a dash for it, but he closes the distance and grips your wrists over your head tightly, breath skimming against your ear and neck as he whispers, 'Don't even try... I've hunted down my prey and I intend on enjoying every single moment...'

He turns you around and secures your wrists to a branch with his abandoned bowtie, manoeuvring expertly around your hooped skirts to run his hands up your bodice and corset, slicing open the corset ribbons and stripping your layers back. Standing there, unable to move, you feel especially vulnerable, feeling the cool metal of the blade just barely grazing your skin. Under his careful unwrapping, you are soon completely naked, bared to the moonlight.

'What a marvellous birthday present,' he whispers against your skin, pressing soft kisses throughout your back. 'Thank you.'

You can hear other people have entered the maze, laughing drunkenly from some distance away. Vyn sees you notice them, and chuckles in a low voice. 'You didn't manage to find the heart of the maze so you're all mine. If I choose to let anyone else watch me fuck you, then you can't do anything about it.'

'Pretty words,' you retort, squirming at the feeling of his gloved hands running over your body, squeezing at your tits, ghosting over your thighs, flicking at your clit. 'I bet if anyone actually dared to come over, you would have their head cut off or something.'

He growls at the thought and bites down hard on your neck, definitely leaving a bruise there. 'You're not wrong.'

Vyn pulls away and you whine at the lack of contact, turning around to see what he's up to, but without any warning, he lines his throbbing cock up with your entrance and thrusts up into you, making you cry out in surprise.

The pace he's taking is breathless, cock sliding out fully before slamming into you, setting a desperate pace like he's trying to punish you, forcing small cries from your throat. You are pressed up tightly against the hedge, pain mingling with pleasure, twigs and branches scratching at your delicate skin, feeling like a thousand hands clawing at you, which somehow is a huge turn on.

'That's it,' Vyn purrs. 'Make those beautiful noises for me, darling. I want everyone to hear you.'

You try to bite your tongue just to defy him, but then he grabs your breasts in each hand, forcing you against him and bending your back impossibly as he fucks you fast and hard. Your nipples are in his clever fingers, and he is playing with them in the way that makes you want to scream, because it feels too good, and you are terribly overstimulated from everything. You squirm relentlessly on his cock and you hear him pant shallowly, quietly whispering about how wonderful you are over and over again under his breath, hips thrusting into you endlessly.

You're not content with letting him have his way completely, so you turn your head around to look at his face, which is dark with desire, completely focused on every single sensation as if he's a beast and you're his prey.

'Is that all you've got?' You challenge him.

Upon hearing that, he growls and stops to untie your hands, looking to punish you even further, but the moment you are free you tackle him onto the ground, knocking all the air out of his lungs and mounting him. His face is surprised, but he doesn't resist, and this time it's your turn to pin his arms above his head with his own bowtie as he watches you hungrily, not resisting although you know he could easily break free of your sloppy knots, wanting to see what you do next. It's a strange sight – you are completely nude, having been stripped so thoroughly by Vyn earlier, but he is almost fully clothed. It almost makes you feel like a wild woman who has hunted down her prey and is ready to enjoy the spoils.

You slide down onto his cock, relishing the feeling of fucking outdoors – being fucked from behind always feels so animalistic, but being on top tonight drives you wild, and you lift yourself off his cock and plunge back down, watching Vyn bite his lip and watch you move up and down, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your thighs burning with exertion. 'Nghh-' you moan, feeling him hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. 'I love watching you like this,' you tease him breathlessly. 'Helpless beneath me, completely at my mercy...' You grind your hips in a circular motion, drawing your lovemaking out.

There are more voices approaching, they seem to be getting closer, but you're quite sure that they aren't about to find you anytime soon. Cries of pleasure ring out from other corners of the maze, other lovers having found secret spots to release their desires. You see Vyn's eyes glint as you tease him, a smile on the corner of his lips, rising to the challenge. He shifts his feet upwards, thighs grazing your buttocks, and you are just about to ask him what kind of tricks he's trying when his hips thrust upwards, sending you bouncing upwards, and seeing stars from how deeply his cock is buried inside you.

'I can hardly let my prey get away with everything,' Vyn bites down, cock ramming into you, leaving you breathless and begging him to slow down.

'Ah - Vyn - Ah - ah - mmmh!' You cry out, as he drives faster and faster, not letting you gather yourself for a single moment, thrusting so hard that you lose your balance and are pressed against him, hands scrabbling for purchase in the soil as he just uses you mercilessly, chasing his own release while pushing you closer and closer off the edge. 'Ready to scream for our audience?' He chuckles in a low voice. A pair of voices comes so close that you swear they are about to turn the corner, and the thought of getting caught is so deliciously tantalising that Vyn just has to thrust a few more times before you come undone around his cock, trying to stifle your cries in his neck, clenching and throbbing so hard that you see flashes at the side of your vision.

Vyn speeds up for his last few thrusts, and he whispers how good you are, how amazing your cunt feels around his cock, about how much he loves you, and surely you have another one in there for him, he wants to feel you come again. He has freed his own hands and one now snakes down to your clit, the other tearing your hand away from your mouth - 'Don't you dare hold back, I want everyone to hear that you're mine.' He rubs your clit as his cock grows and throbs inside your cunt and that pushes you over the edge again, crying out in earnest this time - 'Fuck yes, Vyn - oh!' and Vyn cums with a guttural groan, growling deeply and squeezing his eyes in pleasure.

The voices trail off, giggling to themselves. There is no way that they didn't hear their lovemaking, but also the hedges are so thick that they couldn't possibly have seen who it was. You collapse onto Vyn, and he embraces you in his arms, both of you panting heavily. He gives you his jacket, and drags over the remains of your dress to keep you warm. 'It would be a shame if you caught a cold,' he says. 'I would feel rather responsible.' You giggle against his chest, buried in layers of silk and tulle. You both look up at the sky, watching the stars and feeling so lucky to be in love.

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gurofushi · 2 months

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sex education

꣑୧ marius von hagen x fem! reader x vyn richter

summary; marius von hagen's private tutor, vyn richter, doesn't quite approve of how your boyfriend recklessly toys with your body. luckily, mr. vin has a master's degree in sex education and he's more than willing to share a thing or two for today's lesson.

warnings; nsfw, cuckolding (i guess?? marius is ur bf but vyn's doing most of the work)

a/n; i've had this in my drafts for probably like a year now?? 😭 i don't play tot anymore i apologize if i depicted any elements included in this imagine incorrectly!

(apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

“no, that's not quite right, you're not supposed to pet it like that. don't tell me that's how you treat actual cats?”

vyn sighs, watching as marius toy with your clit, moving his thumb in quick and tight circles. groaning in frustration, he stops and pulls his hand away from your wet cunt.

“shut up, vyn. if you're so good at making girls cum, then prove it.” he hisses, completely ignoring your whines of displeasure when he diverted his attention away from you.

you silently huff as you watch them bicker on and on about how bad of a job marius is doing– or about how vyn is acting like he ‘enjoys having a stick up his ass’ when he ‘brags about how great he is at making girls cum on his ugly shoes.’

if it wasn't for the way your own juices dripped onto the sheets from your aching pussy, you'd already be laughing your heart out at your boyfriend's inappropriate remarks.

with a small smile adorning his lips, vyn takes off his glasses and makes his way towards the bed where you and marius laid on.

“if you'll have me.”

marius grumbles and moved to sit beside you– not without rolling his eyes, of course. taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes it tightly and pecks your forehead. the gesture made your heart flutter.

he was obviously jealous and didn't like the idea of having to share you. but he brushed off his own thoughts away, taking advantage of the opportunity to properly learn how to please you.

you didn't have a problem with the way marius made love to you, but it was endearing to see how willing he was to bring you into more pleasure.

smiling at your sweet exchange, vyn averts his gaze back onto you. he settles on the spot between your legs and starts to caress your thighs gently, gliding his hands up and down your sides before finally taking your clit between his thumb and pointer finger.

you could immediately tell the difference between the way the two men treated you. when it comes to sex, marius' always moves with a sense of urgency and desire. he absolutely adores you and your body, so when you two got in the mood, he'd always run his hands all over your body. relishing in the way your soft skin reacted to his touches, he focuses on giving you as much simulation as he can offer, just so he can have you begging him to stop while his fingers abuses your insides relentlessly.

meanwhile, vyn likes to take his time. he takes pride in being able to have his significant other writhing under him, pleading for him to go faster. he's like a snail, going at a frustratingly slow pace while leaving tracks of his saliva on their body. he knows what he's doing, of course. he takes pleasure in watching his partner bounce on his cock as they plead for release, he always stays still until he sees those pretty tears slide down their cheeks, before immediately gripping onto their hips and mercilessly thrusting up into them.

you didn't realize it at the time, but maybe you really did enjoy the change of pace. vyn's handwork was thorough but efficient, and before you knew it, you had your hips lifting off the bed as the sweet feeling of release finally buzzes through your whole body.

“see, that wasn't so hard was it?” vyn chuckled in amusement, though it wasn't clear if he was talking to you for finally cumming or to marius for finally making me cum.

marius huffs, rolling his eyes whilst brushing his fingers through your hair. “whatever, richter. lesson's over.”

vyn laughs at your boyfriend's angry tone, before promptly getting up to gather his belongings.

“i hope you've learned something, von hagen. i'll see you during our next lesson.” he said as he approaches us for the last time, giving your sensitive cunt a small pat before he leaves the room altogether– making marius even more upset at the way you responded to the gesture with a whimper.

silence overcomes the room for a brief moment, nothing but your laboured breathing filling the hot atmosphere of the painter's room. feeling exposed as the cold gust of wind from the air conditioner hits your inner thighs, you close your legs, quietly lifting your head up to marius to see how he's holding up.

“. . . fuck that guy. open your legs again, i can make you cum in whatever way i want.”

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hitorinorin · 4 months

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three words, millions of unspoken thoughts

611 words, VERY descriptive writing, completely gender neutral

Rin is not a man of many words—hell, he even tends to hide his feelings most of the time. He’s as cold as ice, as stoic as a stone, but contrary to popular belief, he’s not a shallow person. Beneath the surface of his seemingly impassive demeanor, a complex and damaged character lies within. Despite the frosty exterior, there are moments when vulnerability seeps through, like cracks in the facade of an ancient statue weathered by time. It's in those rare instances that glimpses of his true self emerge—in those moments that include you, his lover.

He’s not a perfect lover. Communication is not his strongest suit. He may say a ton of venomous words, but not once did he lay a hand on you. He is cold but calm, straightforward yet loving. Despite his flaws in communication, there is an unmistakable tenderness in the way he shows you his love. It's as if beneath the jagged exterior lies a reservoir of untapped warmth, waiting to be discovered by those patient enough to delve into the enigma that is Itoshi Rin.

There’s a saying that words can only be forgiven and not forgotten, and that’s how it should always be! Whenever your boyfriend makes a mistake, he is always quick to say, “I was wrong.” Relationships are not always about the amount of love a person can give. Love is endless; it has no boundaries—yet it would also always explore the depths of understanding, patience, and forgiveness.

“Please forgive me. I’ll do better.” With the trust you have in Rin, you know that he would never break his promises. It was a phrase he uttered not out of mere obligation but with a genuine intention to evolve, to unravel the complexities within himself—to prove to everyone that he is not just an insanely good football player but the Itoshi Rin who will forever choose to love you more with each passing day.

“I missed you” is what he religiously says after every flight towards you, his home. His teammates would always tease him whenever they saw him running towards you like a loose dog on a leash. He was lovesick, devoured by pure love. And speaking from his heart, he would not have it any other way. In those moments, as he held you close, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist. The teasing remarks of his teammates faded into background noise, drowned out by the symphony of his heartbeat syncing with yours. Love, unrestrained and genuine, painted a vivid portrait of his devotion—a sentiment he proudly wore, unafraid of being teased or judged. To him, the joy of reuniting with you was worth every playful remark, every knowing smile from those who witnessed the affection that enveloped him in your presence.

And then, like a seamlessly woven thread in his system, he whispered softly, “I love you.” He couldn’t help but share his true feelings when you were near by his side. Rin hated being seen as vulnerable, yet when you were there, vulnerability transformed into a strength that he would proudly wear on his sleeve.

He loves you more than three words could ever explain. Millions of unspoken thoughts, yet no words would be able to capture the happiness and love he feels in your presence. With the ring box discreetly placed inside his luggage, he eagerly anticipates the moment when he can vow to build a promising tomorrow with you—a future where every expression of love resonates deeper, and where his unspoken thoughts find eloquent expression in finely crafted words. Until that cherished moment arrives, he holds onto these four hidden words, powerful enough to convey his true feelings, saving them for the day he kneels before you.

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andraxicated · 2 years

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won't let go

Pairings: luke, artem, vyn, marius x f! reader

Synopsis: tot men ex husband headcanons

Tags: slight yandere themes | toxic relationship | suggestive/smut | slight fluff and angst |

a/n: probably my favorite tot i've ever written

Luke

the one question bugging both of you was "where did everything go wrong?", from being friends to lovers to married to divorced. the feelings that built up over the years ended in naught and heartbreak, sweet smiles changed to awkward ones. luke often comes to your house for fixing things, celebrating birthdays, and if the kids touch your phone to text him to come.

you were still on good terms with him, talked about the separation like mature adults for the sake of the kids. and luke was more buried in his work, accepting life threatening missions to escape the pitying gazes of his colleagues. he's a great agent but he's not invincible, being human makes him vulnerable to injuries.

your phone rings from the counter, whisking off the water as you've just finished washing the dishes. you wipe your hands and stare at the unknown number yet you answer the call; scanning the living room for any clutter left by the kids. "hello?" a greeting falls from your lips, and your mouth hung open in shock. a burning sensation emerges on your throat, nose tingly as you nod frantically, saying that you'll go there immediately.

aaron, luke's coworker slides the door for you, and you see the tuft of brown hair and his peaceful resting face. "it's really nothing serious, but he's expected to rest for quite a while. don't worry, luke's strong he won't leave us that easily." words of comfort come from aaron as he goes away to give you some privacy. the door shuts and you walk closer to him, seeing your strong ex husband in such a pitiful state brings tears to your eyes. you grasp his fingers impulsively from overwhelming emotions, praying and begging for luke to wake up.

just as you were tired from working and doing house chores, you succumb to sleep beside him. and luke's eyes flutter open, a dead expression set on his face, reddish eyes devoid of anything as it gazes upon your hair and your sleeping face. he touches your skin, afraid it will wake you up, and then he feels the sticky dried tears.

"I always hated to see you cry." he mumbles. his mouth is parched, he then stands up off the bed and walks like he didn't suffer a stab. a hand grabs the pitcher, watching the gentle flow of water into the glass. it refreshes his mouth, wiping the excess water off his face as he stares at the moon through the blinds. he goes back to bed and starts caressing your hair. luke was fine, he can pull off that kind of flimsy stab. his colleagues must've been questioning his physicality but you, of course don't know anything. "we have to go back to the way it was (y/n). you and I have to, for the sake of the kids and for myself."

and for once, luke put himself first instead of you. poor clueless ex wife who caters to his every need while he was 'injured'. and luke enjoy it all too much, it was just the way it was like everything's back to normal, but there's something missing.

"luke! the kids are here—mmh!" you stifle a moan as he drags his tongue across your neck, remembering how it used to be your weakness. "what's wrong? we used to this all the time." he asks nonchalantly while feeling your breasts under the cardigan. he leans for a kiss and you have no choice but to give in to the longing and pleasure. you wanted this too, you always wanted to go back. his hands start to linger around your shorts, checking your wetness through the cotton material. "luke, I want you." your whimper of his name was the cue for him to rip your pathetic clothes apart, just like he always did.

Artem

"thank you artem." you say as your daughter hops from the front porch with your ex husband to you who's waiting at the door. you hold her little hand as she waves at her dad goodbye. "papa, bye bye!" she beams at him lovingly and artem swore his heart stopped for a moment. she resembled you so much that it hurts him whenever she smiles. he could only force himself to smile back at his daughter and finally look at her mom. you wore a faint smile that was reserved and distant. it's so ironic that you used to thank artem for picking up the kids as he goes through the door with your daughter, but now there is an invisible line that he cannot cross as he always stays near his car and never close to you. does he want to avoid you that much?

you don't blame him at all, the separation was the darkest time of your lives. both of you needed to sort out the feelings, the papers, and your daughter's wellbeing. you feel a tug at the hem of your clothes together with a question you can't answer. "when will papa come home?" an innocent ask from your child as she watches the back of the car go smaller and smaller. as a parent, it hurts you so much to know the hurting she's feeling is unknown and heavy to her. you try your best to have a stable voice while you wipe the tears off your face. "let's ask him next time okay?" both of you waited until the car turned to a black dot and the door finally closed.

artem is good at co-parenting, he prioritizes his daughter above work and makes sure to correct the mistakes he had with you. he now knew how to spend time with his loved ones, a shame it came too late. he asks your daughter where she wants to eat for her birthday, and she giggles before answering: "where you and mama ate last year! I liked the food you bought home." and your jaw falls slack as artem chuckles, you remember the bill was half of your paycheck but to your extremely successful ex husband it was probably nothing. "okay, what the princess wants, the princess gets." she babbles between thank you's and laughter as he ruffles your daughter's hair.

the servers at the restaurant still think you and artem are together but of course, that's all on the outside. affluent people who recognized the man beside you kept on greeting and greeting, praising his daughter's genes, fawning over his lovely wife and her sense of style. artem didn't know it would be this bad so he had to request a private room, away from everyone. while waiting for the food to arrive, your daughter had to break the unbearable silence with another question. "papa, does mama look good today?" both parents froze at the question and it suddenly put you in a tight spot, making you conscious of your appearance.

you started fixing your hair, licking your lips, all the while artem watched you do it. he cleared his throat as a blush crept on his cheeks. "of course, your mama is always pretty." he replies, and you look away bashfully. it wasn't as if he was once again entranced by your beauty. a dress hugging your body and displaying your curves, the soft curls of your hair styled nicely, the handbag you worked hard for, and the jewelry he gifted you. his daughter didn't hear it but he already complimented you earlier. to hear it for the second time made your heart thump uncontrollably.

"what did you wish for?" you asked the little girl between you and artem. "if I tell it won't come true. I really realllly hope god heard it." she says in her small voice and you had an inkling of what it was. "I hope it comes true too." artem said gently and your daughter turned to him with wide eyes, bobbing her head happily. his phone beeps and he checks it under the table, you see his brows furrowing together with a sigh. "extreme traffic on the main road right now, it's rush hour. we will get home in approximately two hours." he stated, silently asking you what to do. "two hours? it's too long..." you contemplate on what to do but your daughter already butted in her opinion. "let's go to the other house!" and by other house, she means artem's penthouse.

after running around and her mood turning sour from lacking sleep, artem lays her on her old bed. it was the room she had when you were still looking for a nice house with a spacious backyard. you put her there as a baby and when she was a toddler, and it still was clean. "I will go to the other room—" "no, I removed the bed there and it's under renovation. there's equipment and paint." and so, you had to share a bed with artem and wear one of his white shirts. two adults on the same bed with feelings will always end up in a provocative manner.

his thrusts and his flushed face above you is such a sight. artem feels the same way; your hand over your mouth, glossy eyes, fragrant hair on the pillow, and your tummy scrunched from your feet up in the air, he loves it so so much. words can't express the gratitude and love pouring from his heart, he just has to give it back to you right? he gives rough thrusts that deliciously bruise your insides, and releases his seed inside you while his chest heaves from the adrenaline as you look at him with wide eyes.

"artem wait, you came inside!" you only realize it now as you feel the sticky liquid going deeper inside you. his eyes go round from the shock, pulling out but you suddenly hold his hand tightly. "i-it's okay. I was just shocked." you reaffirm and it's scary how his expression falls back to a calm and loving gaze. he gives you light face kisses as his hand circles over your tummy. "I'm glad you find it okay. I'm sorry." he whispers and falls back to bed with you, easily adjusting back to the norm. in the deepest darkest corners of his heart, it wouldn't matter if it was okay with you or not; and artem is not sorry if it creates another child with you.

Vyn

and so, your husband finally reared his ugly head. he was difficult to process the divorce with, always playing mind games with you and your lawyer. and to make it worse, he insisted he had a better financial situation to take care of your child. simply to say, your relationship was built on glass, strong but an equally strong impact will shatter it into pieces, just like the house of cards vyn plays with.

he hides what he's feeling and tucked away his real self, he puts on a facade for the outsiders and a different one for you. but honestly, you know vyn is a good person as you've seen that through the years, he just gets too much sometimes; such as having everyone around you wrapped around his finger and manipulating you before you know it. you have always been slow to catch up onto him.

so expect vyn to be there with you for the summer vacation with your family. it was all for your son's happiness so you had no choice but to suck it up and share a room with him. your parents and cousins even go through the notion of taking your son for you and vyn to have time alone, to rekindle the flame they said. he's truly thankful that everyone around him supports him, he just has this fear of his situation turning out like his parents. he didn't understand it back then but to think that his child would sooner have ill feelings toward the both of you is painful, he doesn't want to watch you go through that path. vyn will do anything to save this family, so why can't you cooperate?

"(y/n) come on now." he motions for you to follow him yet you just stand there, crossed arms and burning stares at his back. he looks back at you poker faced but your heart decided to flutter and betray you, throwing you off guard on how handsome he is. "we're alone now. why do we have to keep up with the act?" you question him as you thread through the sand.

the gold of his eyes against the backdrop of the sunset was a picture you hold dear, even in the midst of being mad at him his face simply coaxes and heals your soul. he mends every wound he makes, he takes back the words he says, and you would follow him clearly, because how could you be blind when you could see everything beneath the surface? you know he's afraid and it's amazing how strong his mentality is for him to keep up like that. "I don't want to waste a gorgeous view with a beautiful girl." one word from his flowery mouth and your eyes shake, knees weak, heart thumping wildly. you snap out of your trance and you realize, you fell for his manipulations again. it's honestly cruel how something sweet could be bad.

vyn knows the hesitance in your eyes, the overthinking that's always eating you up. he does what he has to, he holds your hands and intertwines your fingers. kissing the back of your palm while looking at you, god he was so brazen—"think of this as a trip between friends."—and he was so cruel. he was confusing but he makes you feel at peace, after all, vyn knows you the best. countless nights and days for him to study your mind and body. and when he obtained the knowledge of you, it has been decided that you were his.

you were always his and always have been. the proof is the purplish bruises and redden bites all over your neck, it's very clear in the mirror. the strap of your white lacy bra already down on both your shoulders, your eyes hazy with lust as a tuft of silver hair rests on the valley of your breasts. it leaves a bite and slowly looks at the mirror, his gold eyes the only light against the dark; it was like watching a predator ravage their prey. "look at us. don't you want to be like this forever?" he asked, waiting for your answer. and you reply with another question.

"is it possible?" your voice cracked in the middle and vyn stopped to look at you just as you gaze upon him. "of course." he caresses your right cheek, your head tilting to him in response as he picks up your lips for a kiss. his tongue playing with the roof of your mouth and you letting him in to lock with you. it was pornographic even, the way you let out your choked moans as two of vyn's fingers were inside your mouth, soft breasts kept under the confines of the lace but your lower halves were naked. his harsh pounds prompt the vanity to quake, causing it to thud and thud against the wall, you fear it would make a knowing but disturbing noise and the man behind you noticed. "let them know" "huh?" he then grips your neck to cut off the airway and your eyes immediately water and your mind go haywire.

"we should prove that we're back together, don't we?"

Marius

despite being separated and deprived of a normal, tight-knit family, the twins would always say "best dad ever!", and you wonder if they could be swayed by material things so easily. he sends gifts every now and then, and fulfills their every wish and personally comes home to give it to them. he doesn't want his assistant to handle the family matters. marius wants to be there for you, he has all the money in the world so why don't he support you and his children? but all of those are measly excuses to spend time with you and act like everything's okay.

he's so touchy, casually coming behind you while you're cooking and spoon-feeding you at the dining table. he's still giving you access to his black card, picking you up for work, and dropping you off in his sleek expensive car that's sure to catch eyes. back then when he would drop you off at your apartment, people would ridiculously assume you were some mistress of a politician. but now, in a private village you're secure and away from prying mouths; yet the wives and the maids of the neighboring houses feed the upper echelon's gossip-hungry stomach rumors about you. and it was worse.

they say you still cling to marius because it would be a huge setback if you lost his favor. he's one of the most powerful men in the country, the von hagen conglomerate touches every corner of the world, and being marius' wife grants you the equal power to do anything you want. they whisper among themselves that your glory days are over that's why you always have this bitter look on your face. when it's all just you getting tired of the knives thrown at your back, so this is what it feels like to lose a powerful protection.

"she should be thankful she got pregnant and had kids with him. twins even!" "yes. if she hadn't had those kids, they would be leaving her on the streets." was the worse thing that you heard. they were so shameless talking about you that tears momentarily clouded your eyes but you're at a charity gala and you can't act like this. actually, you thought about that and from the way it struck your heart it seems like it was true. your ex husband was at the front, laughing, talking, shaking hands with important people. and once you were there by his side, either his hand on your waist or arms locked with him. it's funny how you are pushed back with irrelevant people, faded into the background with your accomplishments disregarded. his love was reduced to the ex wife who could only watch him.

"but take pity on her too, did you read that headline the other day? he was seen together with a model." an old woman, years older and supposedly mature than you, said albeit loudly, probably for you to hear. you're not fucking blind or deaf, the headline displayed on every news outlet; whether be it the tv, the radio, social media, your family's, your friend's, your coworker's, and even your phone. everyone around you saw it and they were too afraid to approach about it, afraid that you would lash out but you know they were throwing a pity party for you. and it's so painful and shameful, you feel naked and vulnerable under their scrutinizing gazes, you were so alone. you are alone.

it even hurts that there's proof of a blurred photo yet one look and you knew it was marius. you spent time researching the girl, comparing, feeding your insecurities, and wallowing in self-pity. if your kids weren't there to hug you every time you came home from work, you certainly think you would've broken down. a clink of glasses snaps you out of your thoughts as you look beside to see a man sipping his champagne. "are we both kicked to the curb?" he teases and your sick self already compares it to marius' teasing. "you don't have to rub it in." there was no use to hide it; hearing your reply the man chuckles and extends his hand. yet he didn't even get to say his name when a looming figure appears in front of you two.

from marius' gaze you know he's already downsizing the guy beside you. and his entourage behind him, boldly takes your companion away under the pretense of business. if you go now, you're sure to cause a scene so you're stuck with him. "have you already eaten?" "mhm" you hum in response. marius could feel it was cold, and from the look on your face you're obviously mad, he has a little guess of what it could be but he doesn't want to be ahead of himself. he takes you to the garden with a hand on your waist, shutting the gossip and invoking shocked gazes. "do we have a problem? are you mad?" he asks as soon you're away from everyone.

silence from you prompts him to explain. "what you saw is not true. that was me in the photo but she was just a business partner. she's starting a business so she asked for help from pax—" "did I ask for an explanation?!" you snap and raise your voice at him, his eyes widening at you even though he finds it cute. "why are you getting angry?" "....I'm going home" you dodge his questions and walk past him, but one hold on your arm and he has you back in front of him.

"missy" his silly nickname for you brings butterflies to your stomach until now. "are you jealous?" he teasingly asks and you scoff, shimmying his hold on you. "I'm not. it's not my business anymore." "but I want it to be your business. and I want you to care." marius whines and pouts, turning your back to him so he can hug you. he was always like this, acting like you're still a couple. you had to remind him sometimes of the harsh truth. "have you forgotten we separated?" and he goes silent, his grip on you tightening as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"(y/n) I'm so lonely. I miss you so much it's killing me." his voice breaks while burying his head onto your shoulder, inhaling your fragrant scent. "come back with me? hmm?" he pleads all the while his hand gets busy behind you. a sneaky finger touches your zipper and slowly lets it down. kisses burrowing onto your neck as the feeling of wetness pools down there. marius always takes care of you, just as he prepared a canopy in the grass and lays you down to strip you of your dress. making you tremble from his pounding as he grips your wrists while you were able to moan as loud as you want. biting the supple skin of your breasts, and emptying his seed inside you as he releases his frustrations. "give me another child" he groans, pushing the cum further for good measure.

he feels so sorry that you had to hear those terrible things they said. it was torture to not take immediate action against them, but don't worry, it will be over soon. he'll punish those who dared hurt you, starting with putting them in their places by spreading their own dirty laundry. but it was all according to plan, sooner or later you can't take the rumors anymore and go running back to him. marius soothes your head that's cuddled on his chest, vowing to himself he's going to protect you and take care of the kids, providing them a happy family. all because he can't let go—no...he won't let go.

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rhenuvee · 10 days

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Hoyoverse men who are not used to receiving affection, and get absolutely flustered when you do the tiniest things.

They are usually the ones who flatter- with the elegant words rolling off their silver tongues, it is hard not to be enamoured by someone like him. He is a quick thinker, coming up with the most witty and clever quips that puts up a challenge, even when you don't expect it. The way he says these things as well and how smoothly they flow don't help you resist him either. It's no fair that his charm is also paired with his good looks.

And for you, he is no different. In fact, he amps it up to 200% when it comes to you. How else will he praise your beauty and intelligence? He never fails to pay you compliments with such eloquent sayings that you'd never think of yourself. There's always something new with him as his sharp thinking allows him to come up with antics to tease you with. The best part to him is when you get flustered- cheeks getting warm, eyes clenching shut a little meek to his affection, your shy "thank you" you manage to utter... he loves it all.

So, one day when you do something- that's not even a grand gesture, he doesn't know what to do with himself. And it's more embarrassing for him when he knows you mean it genuinely, and though you weren't trying to fluster him, you did. You could be paying him a compliment back, except your tone is much more innocent than his playful one. In fact, you didn't even have to say anything, for you could just be showing him a new outfit you got and instantly- he's at a loss for words.

He covers his face: bringing up his hand, turning his head so his bangs shield him, a hat, or anything. Anything so you wouldn't see him blushing over such a small gesture. Though, sometimes you catch him anyway. No matter, he will compose himself and show you he thinks the same. He's willing to accept, because it's you after all.

Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Lyney, Wriothesley, Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Vyn, Marius

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chalkscene · 6 months

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tears of themis ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

“i have a question,” you tell LUKE. he’s sat on the couch, playing some new video game which he immediately pauses to acknowledge you. “okay, shoot.” “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars or me for only 10 dollars?” before luke can school his features, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as memories from your childhood flash in his mind. ever since you were kids, you’ve always had the most random trivia and inquiries ready to share with him—his heart swells at the thought of you not having changed at all. going back to your question, luke normally would’ve been deep in thought searching for an answer but he’s always had it in him. so with loving eyes, he meets your expectant ones. “you know i’d kiss you for free.”

ARTEM looks up from his paperwork, paying you his undivided attention now. “come again?” you’re halfway through repeating the question when he cuts you off with a chuckle, “i heard you the first time.” you know he’s just too nice to dismiss you but if you spend another minute thinking about your case, you’re going to lose your mind. “so, what’s your answer?” “i’d kiss you,” he replies without skipping a beat and his lips curl into a smile. you mirror his expression before glancing at the door then back at your boyfriend. “can you kiss me now?” you pout, “i need motivation.” artem shakes his head at your antics but he adores them. he gets up from his seat en route to your side of the office, leaning in to grant your request when celestine barges into the room, “artem- oh.” artem immediately straightens up and clears his throat as he takes a step back from your desk, “yes?” whatever celestine’s come to see him for is soon forgotten, clearly enjoying the sight she walked into. the whole firm knows about your relationship with artem so you remain unfazed—unlike stellis’ notable lawyer whose cheeks are blushing furiously, unable to meet your colleague in the eye.

“missed your pretty face,” MARIUS says in greeting the moment you open the door. half an hour ago, he called to let you know he was on his way to your apartment. now here he is, leaning in for a kiss which is immediately followed by a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of your mouth on his. “you say that as if i’m not your lockscreen,” you tease when you pull away. “i can’t kiss my phone though.” he winks then dips his head lower for another peck but you stop him with a finger over his lips. marius’ eye brows shoot up in surprise, coaxing a giggle out of you. with a cheeky smile, you ask, “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” “what kinda question is that?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes at its absurdity before his familiar cockiness once again takes over his features. “miss, i’d pay to kiss you.”

“is something on your mind?” VYN’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts—well, thought. you’ve had this random question plaguing your brain for a while now. “what is it?” vyn asks again. “well…” you begin, trying to form the words before you utter them, “i was curious…” “go on.” “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” vyn doesn’t respond right away, blinking at you as he is momentarily dumbfounded. but it’s not long before you sense the gears in his mind turning. you’re not sure if it’s due to the nature of his job as a psychiatrist but vyn is never not thinking—you truly believe he’s actually taking the question seriously. soon enough, he gives you his answer. “my rose,” he says as he tenderly takes your hand in his, “your kisses are priceless.”

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cursedcola · 1 year

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Prompt: Asking them 'would you love me if I was a worm?' in the middle of the night. Fandom/Characters: Tears of Themis ; Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Ritcher, and Marius Von Hagen A/N: Artem has no nickname because Celestine saw your phone at the office and decided to tease him about it. He got embarrassed and asked you to fix it. Now he's just Artem as punishment. Definetly not because I forgot to put one in for him. A/N2.0: I have always wanted to make one of these. It was fun lol

Artem Wing

Vyn Ritcher

Luke Pearce

Marius Von Hagen

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xelasrecords · 3 months

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YOU CAN CALL VYN MOMO IN MAIN STORY 11 I'M WHEEZING

The English translation is Vynny which is okay cute, a bit lacking in the comedy department but still acceptable, THE MANDARIN HOWEVER—

Teasing him with Momo makes it sound so childlike and he gets so embarrassed we gotta thank the homeless man for inventing this nickname. Like, he's already embarrassed for getting caught in being kind to a stranger and now you can pile it up with this. Fun.

*Vyn's Chinese name is Mo Yi.

#i checked the korean version but it's just 'noa-ya' which is friendly and casual but not funny #no idea about the japanese i am not well-versed #in conclusion the funniest one is momo #calling him that in my head now #why am i imagining momo from twice tho #tears of themis #vyn richter #vyn richter meta #meta #analysis #tot #mo yi #xela talks

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themisimagines · 9 months

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i could sleep inside the cold of you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Do you trust me?’ Vyn asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tears of themis #tears of themis smut #vyn tears of themis #vyn richter #vyn richter x reader #vyn richter smut #vyn tot #tot imagines #tot smut #mo yi #mo yi x reader #VERY loose canon interpretation (haven't played all the cards)#okay listen LISTEN i am obsessed with the fact that vyn is always playing mind games and testing people esp mc in early game #my vision of him is always negotiating that space of trust #wanting you to trust him more and more and completely giving yourself to him #and because you are so competitive you /want/ to pass all his tests #anyway even though it's been almost 10 years deathless still has a strong grip on my heart everyone go read it

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✧･ﾟ: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 -> a few people messaged me saying that they'd like to see a continuation of my previous post with vyn and marius instead, so ofc i'm here to deliver :D<3 to sum it up a little bit for anyone who doesn't want to look back at that post, though, the prompt is a little special -- it asks for a scenario where he catches you pretending to be in his profession with his kid, then also builds to how they fell for you :'D this definitely makes me think though... we just got cards with proposals... so what's next.... wedding cards.... happy family cards.... D: im gonna need to be hospitalised next year if vyn gets a wedding card

♡ 𝐯𝐲𝐧

-> sometimes, you suspect that vyn knew all of you the moment he laid eyes on you. it's his job to pick people apart, after all -- if not down to the bone, to the heart. and there is certainly no one that knows your heart better.

-> vyn's origin is quite hard to understand. no one knows where exactly he came from, or who he had met along the way. hence, why after partnering on a few cases together, you aren't completely surprised to learn that he fosters a little girl, around 9.

-> he's mostly open about the concept as a whole, though, telling you that while the child is technically related to him by blood, she belongs to a family member in an unfortunate situation.

-> and though you weren't shocked, still, the situation didn't completely sink in until you saw how they interact. the renowned professor and psychologist would drop down to a knee, smiling in an impossible way that reminded you of everything gentle in the world.

-> it was like he had the child's brain in his hands, able to see into every crevice and nook. vyn knew what to say, what to do, what to offer, and did it so patiently. the words not technically mine rang through your head once or twice, but it was obvious that the connection wasn't necessary. in their respective eyes, they were certainly father and daughter

-> perhaps vyn's greater instincts towards you were the reason you could meet her so soon after just getting to know him. but no matter his reasoning, you treasured his trust.

-> the child was beautiful, fairly reminiscent of him with the same golden eyes. and like her father, she took to you quickly. because of this, you began to see vyn frequently outside of work -- though over time, his daughter was present a lot less.

-> you remember one day clearly: you had stopped by vyn's office looking to pick up some files related to a domestic case, when a small head had popped up next to the receptionist as you explained your reasoning for a visit.

-> with the receptionist's permission, the little girl lead you back to where you needed to go, pointing to a general area of cabinets. you teased her about trying to replace her father, to which she puffed out her chest and deepened her voice to say a short line vyn told you often -- patient files are confidential, please be sure to file them properly with the court.

-> you laughed at the big words coming from such a tiny mouth, but egged her on anyways. as you searched through the cabinet, you asked her if she thought she was qualified enough to diagnose you like vyn would.

-> she thinks, giving you a moment of silence, but fills it in quickly by saying that because your hands were shaking, you probably had too much caffiene that morning.

-> you smile to yourself, thinking about the astute way vyn plans his way into conversations like these, where he reveals your opinion entirely without you so much as even noticing the correlation. and though her method doesn't match his, all in all, her diagnosis is correct. you tell her so.

-> "you're a few years of school away from surpassing him entirely." you joke, delighting in her grin at your approval.

-> finally, you find the the citizen's file that you're looking for. but, when you go to grab it, someone catches your wrist. you look up to find vyn, barely able to hold back his smile as he says,

-> "too much caffiene is extremely bad for the body, you know." he says it with thinly veiled amusement, and your heart pounds when you realise that he must've overheard the entire conversation.

-> his daughter though, blissfully unaware of your surprise, giggles and agrees.

-> there are a lot of things about vyn that you're unsure about, and you're positive that you will be for as long as he's uncomfortable revealing them. but for all of his secrets and shortcomings, there is a genuine person beneath it all.

-> he loves you like the air he breathes, and though he is unsure of a lot of things, he has never doubted you.

♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬

-> energetic, haughty, and powerful -- all words you've used to describe marious von hagen in the past. and he certainly had no shame in having such a reputation, you could see it in the way he smiled at you.

-> marius always had a right in his confidence, though, because he was everything one should be confident about. he was talented, clever, polite, and even had a successful company to fuel his escapades. at 24, he was what most people dreamed of being.

-> and despite the fact that he was still figuring everything out, you admired his commitment to the things that he loved -- he is genuine and true in everything that catches his eye. you suspect it's why he had been the first to step up to take care of his 13 year old nephew after his brother's disapperance.

-> because if nothing else, marius has a sense of responsibility unlike any other. so much so that you'd nearly mistaken the teenager in his office as his own. after all, being close in the family, the child had the same striking lilac eyes and particular way of narrowing his brows.

-> you remember the day you'd met him like yesterday. while you were expecting to meet marius in the pax building, there for nothing more than a few files and maybe a chat, you were met with a child rather than a man sitting in the president's chair.

-> foolishly, you had even wondered whether or not marius had been shrunk before the door opened behind you.

-> still, it's not like you didn't understand. the situation with marius' brother was unfortunate. it was only natural that he, as the teen's uncle, stepped up to take care of him as austin's wife grieved.

-> though, you found yourself repeatedly trying to clarify that the boy really wasn't marius' anyway. they even shared the same devious smile!

-> you think it was for that reason that you were able to accept the presence of the little boy so quickly. because however annoying you may have found marius on a given day, all of those carefree traits were simply better on a child.

-> marius lamented about this to you, of course. especially when your attention began to gravitate towards the boy whenever marius brought him around. which, of course, he inevitably did a great deal.

-> but you never quite had the heart to tell him that no matter how many sweets you bought, the games you picked out, or days you set aside for his nephew, marius would always be above him in your heart. partly because it was embarrassing to admit so, but also because you weren't completely sure how serious marius' whining was.

-> in truth, while the teenager was no replica, he definitely idolised marius quite a lot. habits, jokes, and even mannerisms were passed quickly between the two of them. and while at first it was only occasionally that you stopped to consider if marius' jealousy was genuine or not, with time, you were forced to visit the possibility more.

-> you think the tipping point for marius was when he visited you at work, fresh flowers in hand to congratulate you on winning a recent case, and the first thing out of your mouth after thanking him was where his nephew was.

-> his jealousy had been completely genuine, you realised. and though you laughed, it took every part of you not to reassure him then and there that some little kid wasn't going to steal his spot in your heart.

-> marius may be truthful and responsible, but when it comes to you, he's stumbling and inexperienced. his young age shows when he pines over how to confess his worries and feelings towards you, but for you to be the one to give him the chance to do so is more powerful than perhaps either of you realise.

-> though it takes time to understand, just as he puts his heart into everything that catches his eye, he will always put his all into you :)

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis marius #tears of themis vyn #tears of themis imagine #tot marius #tot vyn #vyn richter #marius von hagen #vyn x reader #marius x reader

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