#vyn x reader smut

[andraxicated]

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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[byizoyas]

tears of themis ; drabbles

nsfw. ✩ nxx boys being so jealous they have to remind you (or themselves) who you belong to [fem!reader] featuring: artem, marius, luke, vyn

a/n ✩ this is only just a teasing, longer versions for each of them will be uploaded later ehe also this is my first tot fic idk if y’all read it BUT ive been wanting to write for them for a while now

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ artem doesn’t talk a lot when he’s feeling irritated or upset about something. he usually prefers to keep it to himself but when he sees you from afar, joking around with his forever rival, he cannot contain himself any longer; taking you by the hand and pulling you away from the party, away from him. his hand is gripping a bit too hard on your wrist that you feel it hurting already yet before you can speak, his lips are already pressed against yours. his hands go down on your body, reaching out to your ass, squeezing it as if it helped him relax. and it seems that it does help, because you feel his lips curling up into a smile against your skin. ‘what’s gotten into you ?’ you ask. and all you get as an answer is him, looking away; obviously avoiding your eyes.

‘is it not okay for me to want you when you look so divine in that dress ?’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ marius easily gets jealous whenever you get too close to other men; because he knows how beautiful and desirable you are.of course he’s not speaking his feelings everytime he happens to not like you talking to a man. but this time it is too much. he puts down his glass, approaching both of you slowly. ‘i need to see y/n in private.’ he says. actually he orders you to follow him. and his hand quickly seizes yours anyway, so you cannot deny his request. he closes the door to his office behind you. locks it. ‘oh ? here ?’ you say, walking around his huge office, staring at the city lights. the view at night is breathtaking from up here yet you don’t have the time to truly enjoy it when you feel his body pressing against yours. he is hard, and slowly unzipping the back of your dress. ‘i want you.’ he whispers against your skin. ‘you are mine.’ he adds, dropping kisses on several places and you feel two of his fingers slide into your wet cunt. ‘ngh~ why are you like that ? the event only just started.’ to that he simply keeps on fucking you with his fingers, and stuffs your mouth with the fingers of his other hand, commanding you to suck it.

‘no.’ he giggles ‘me fucking you only just started and you will be moaning my name over again, asking for more of my cock inside of you.’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ luke hates himself for having the idea of bringing you here; to a jet ski class. he feared that you’d spend a bad moment and wouldn’t dare to tell him; yet you seem to quite like it. a bit too much he thinks. now, he’s standing alone on the sand, unable to take his eyes off you as you’re clinging hard onto the teacher’s body. of course he keeps his composure with the stranger; but the way he takes your hand and takes little time to get you out of here says a lot about his true feelings. luke sits on the driver’s seat of his car, but does not turn the engine on yet. instead he pulls you into his lap so he can enjoy the direct view of your boobs. a view that is his and his only. he helps you take your shirt off. he’s usually softer, but you ask no question because you already know that this is only a vague insight of how jealous he must be. he buries his head into your neck, biting and licking it to show you how bad he wants you now. and since actions don’t seem to be expressive enough to him, he speaks up against your skin.

‘i’m gonna mark you as mine. i’m gonna fuck you hard and you will be clinging to me, begging for me to be more gentle.’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ vyn can get pretty sadistic in bed if he feels like it and since he knows you enjoy it too, he doesn’t really hide his fantasies to you. he’s eyeing you now. has been for a while since the beginning of the party in fact, and no cheerful expression of yours around that man escaped his observant eyes. ‘may i ?’ he politely asks for more of you in the middle of your conversation. but this is only a facade and you know it. you can see in his eyes, all the things he’s going to do to you and feel yourself getting wet to your simple imagination. he opens the bathroom door to you. ‘the toilets ? very elegant doctor richter.’ you tease; but he’s in no mood to accept it. he’s grabbing your waist, making you turn around and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. he pulls down your skirt and before you can tease him again, he spanks you hard, and bites your shoulder.

‘a pretty slut like you deserves no better than a vulgar bathroom to be fucked. and i will be doing it all night.’

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[angelltheninth]

Vyn Richter Assures You That You're the Only One He Wants

Pairing: Vyn Richter x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, kissing, reassurance, gentle sex, praise, cute possessives, jealousy, kissing away tears

A/N: He kisses you once and you're his.

All day he watched you holding in your complaints about other women flirting with him, he knew you were jealous of them

You wouldn't say anything because you didn't want to seem possessive

But he likes your possessiveness, it's cute

What's not cute is you thinking you're not good enough for him

There's no hesitating on your date that night, Vyn strips you of your clothing slowly, brushing his fingers over your skin and kissing the goosebumps left from his touch. "Have I ever given you the idea I would leave you for another?"

"N-No but... if you wanted to you could." You didn't get insecure often. Usually there was no real reason to be down on yourself to this degree. But when other women flirted with him like that ring on his finger meant nothing it cut deep.

"I could, you're right. But I would never." He gathered your clothes in his arms and set it aside, including his shirt. "Feel this heartbeat?" Vyn asked as he stood in front of you. "It fast because I love you." He moved your head lower. "And this?" Your fingers twitched against the bulge in his jeans, "Hard just from seeing you naked."

Vyn offered to wear a condom for that night but was fine when you said no

You trusted your husband to pull out

His hair was soft against your forehead as he kissed you on the lips, mutual groans leaving you when there was no more barrier between you

Rolled his hips gently, bottoming out every time and pulling back when your pussy gets tighter

Skilled fingers roll over your nipples, softly rolling it under them until they're hard enough for him to confortably suck on

"I can be greedy too." He rasped against your nipple. "I can be possessive over you." He hooked his hand under your knee and lifted your leg over his shoulder, watching as his cock move into your wet pussy, "I'll cancel everything for tomorrow. Just let me show you how much you mean to me."

You placeed your hand over the one he has on your chest and locked your fingers over it. Not so tight that he can't move it still. You're well aware he can hear your own fast heartbeat. He can feel your cunt clenching and loosening and pulling him in.

"You're so close." Vyn's hair eclipsed his golden eyes. "I want to see you come. My favorite girl."

As you felt yourself about to come you felt hot tears on the edges of your eyes, all your emotions from before threatening to escape. Vyn threw your other leg over his shoulder too, inching closer, his cock hitting balls deep one final time. It took all his self-control not to finish inside of you as your pussy tried to milk his cock and balls dry.

"Easy baby, easy. I'm here for you. I'll always be." When he moved away his cock was still visibly hard, and drenched in your juices, but it was like he didn't notice at all, too worried about kissing you're tears away. His fat cock smacked against your lower stomach as he pressed his body against yours, "You're the only one for me darling."

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[lilisgardensblog]

~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)

#tears of themis vyn #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis #vyn ritcher x reader #tot vyn #vyn richter #vyn x reader #vynxreader #mihoyo #tot imagines #tears of themis x y/n #tears of themis smut #vyn richter x reader

[themisimagines]

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.

#tears of themis #tears of themis smut #vyn richter #vyn richter smut #vyn x reader #vyn richter x reader #vyn tears of themis #tot imagines #tot smut #happy birthday my damaged baby boy

[summerscribble]

After Work // Artem Wing

tw nsfw, fem read, fem x artem, pregnancy kink, mating press, no protection, penetration, blowjob, mdni

summary last week, when you were drunk, you somewhat shyly brought up to your husband, Artem that you wanna have his kids, and the following morning you couldn't recall anything, Artem had been thinking a lot about that date night, and what your drunk ass said, it is even affecting his work. Tonight, he settles on his pondering and decides to remind you about the words you've forgotten.

Artem has been busier these days, you arrive home early but he decides to stay longer, and you miss doing little chores with him like cooking dinner together or taking a bath together before hopping into bed and then cuddling to sleep, in short, you have been missing your husband a lot lately.

However, he slides into bed late at night when you're already deep asleep, you barely have a short interaction during work hours as you both are working on different cases. It's just those little moments, where you aren't getting any quality time for each other since last week's date night where you ended up consuming a lot of liquor to even remember how you ended up from the restaurant to your bedroom.

You just wanna have him for the weekend so you can take care of your hard-working husband but Artem has been so involved in work. You worry about his health because he still strictly follows his perfect schedule but it is now tiresome in his eyes, he doesn't even talk much during breakfast.

You have learned how to cook lately so it's very efficient for both of you and even a great help during your husband's busy schedule days. The light conversation you only get to have with him is in the morning which also gets interrupted by any of his urgent calls.

"Are you leaving early?" You ask when he pours juice into your glass.

He gives a small smile, "I have to."

"Artem…" You hold his arm gently, "I'm worried about you. I want to help you with this case."

There's a reflection of pain in his eyes, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to stress you out. There was this misleading evidence I had to look into on an urgent basis. We are going to wrap up most of the stuff today. I will be coming home tonight on time."

"Please, let me know if you want any help, Artem." You worryingly stroke on his hand.

He places a soft kiss on your lips, "Of course."

Artem leaves for work early again, he is indeed busy with work these days but the main thing that kept distracting him from doing his work correctly was the conversation he had with you a week back when you both were having a date at a restaurant and by the end of the night you both were tipsy. While getting into an Uber he remembers you whispered in his ear, "Artem, I wanna become a mother."

That immediately flushed his face and he looked back at you. You were more than tipsy. He searched for any seriousness on your face but you remained smiling at him. It's not like you guys never had this conversation about becoming parents, it was just too sudden for now.

He asked, "You wanna have children?"

You nod hugging him, "I want a little artem and take him to school and take care of him."

That made him chuckle.

You frowned at him, "Don't you think we should start planning for kids."

He was drunk and not in the right state of mind to have that conversation at that time. He was just getting nervous to even imagine himself as a father figure.

You softly kissed him on the lips that night, "I love you, babe."

It melts his heart every time he hears that. He kissed you back, "I love you more." And now he wanted to keep the promise of giving you the world when he decided to marry the love of his life. Did you want kids? Okay, he is going to learn how to be the best father.

You do not remember much about what happened that night and also don't remember that you told him you wanted to have kids. But it has been always in the back of your head that someday you want to start a family with him. You finished your work early and checked on Artem and he was not in the office. You asked about his whereabouts and you were informed that he was still on sight.

You texted him and he replied that he would be back home soon and cook dinner for you. You rushed back home and started preparing for dinner, you can't let your husband come tired at home and cook for you. Why can't your man understand that you want him to have a little rest lately?

You finished preparing the dinner and were waiting for him but then he texted you he would be late again. That made your mood a little bit gloomy. You had dinner alone, took a bath, and now you were in bed alone.

You stretch your hand to the side where Artem usually sleeps. You sigh cause you miss him. You leave a text but no reply and while waiting for that you fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, you feel a warm palm brushing against your stomach. You feel your husband's warm presence behind you. You stretch your hand to pull him closer, "When did you return?"

You look at the nightstand, the digital clock reads 02:45 AM. "Just a minute ago or something." Artem's deep voice lingers in the darkness near your ear as he pulls your back closer to his chest. A sudden heat rises down your core.

You speak softly, "Artem-"

"Yes baby," He kisses your neck. You let out a soft moan. The cedarwood scent his washed heavily in exhaustion from the long day he must have had.

"You must be tired, Artem." He's still in his work clothes.

"I wrapped up everything and hurried back to you." He leaves a bite on your earlobe. His other hand still rubbing on your stomach and sliding a bit down. You exhale sharply. It's almost been a week since Artem and you had sex. You sense the urgency of need in his movement reflecting something similar to yours.

"Artem… You don't have to tonight--"

He stops, "Are you tired? I can cuddle you to sleep." But his hand says otherwise as it slides up into your t-shirt around your breasts.

"Artem-It's not-" He pinches your nipples. The air almost halts passing down your throat.

"You smell so good, baby," His warm breath touches your cold skin when he buries his nose into your neck, inhaling sharply, "I miss having meals with you, I miss bathing with you." He pulls your body closer filling the depth between your bodies, "I fucking missed you."

Before you could respond he tucks your hair under his finger and attacks your nape with wet kisses, "Baby, I need you." He brushes his growing bulge on your ass.

"I need you too." It trembles you more when he tilts your face to access your lips and before that, you witness a pure hunger of desire in his eyes.

He claims your lips between his and deepens the kiss, fondling and massaging your breasts. You moan in between and feel his lips curling, "Fuck. I missed you more." He slides down and leaves wet kisses on your tits. You brush your fingers into his soft hair. You love when he fucks you in his work clothes. It just does something to you. It crumbles your walls and your husband knows it well.

In seconds he removes your t-shirt and throws it on the floor leaving you naked in your panty. He sits on his knees in between you. His burning stare flames up your skin. You try covering your tits with your hand. His blazing gaze in taking every inch detail of your body, "Baby, you remember? You said last week you want to have kids."

Nothing could have prepared you for hearing, that. It makes your eyes widen in shock, "I-What?"

Artem removes his jacket while responding, "You said it's time we finally have a kid." Your clits believe that's the sweetest thing she has heard. Having kids. Damn, you don't even remember you mentioned it.

"Artem, I don't remember much."

He removes his tie. You love how he's s giving you the best strip show. Cause you have told Artem before for a thousand times how much you love and get turned on seeing him like this. Your hips move and he smiles staring straight into your eyes, "The app we use to track your cycle says you are ovulating, babe."

"Artem-" Your voice hitches when he uncuffs his sleeves and starts rolling up to his elbows.

"Isn't that great? I can impregnate you tonight."

When he catches you not replying to his questions. He leans down, flexing his forearm muscles. Your man is on a mission today.

"Tell me, darling, are you ovulating?"

You don't know how to hide your flushed face, "Maybe, I'm not sure."

When his face is near yours you notice his bare chest visible under his unbuttoned shirt. You trace your fingers over the delicate chain that hung around his neck that you gifted him a few years back.

His hand brushes on your hips, pulling you closer to his center. You breathe hitches and you make a sound.

"I'm gonna ask you for the final time, baby. Do you want me to fuck you raw tonight?" You melt right away. Artem knows what he's doing tonight.

You nod, "Yes I wanna have kids, Artem."

That shifts something in his azure eyes and now they appear to be darker. He pushes his hip against your center, You feel his bulge through his pants.

You moan.

"You want to feel it deep inside, right baby?."

"Artem-"

With that, you hear him unbuckling his belt. It excites you too much and you can feel yourself drenching your panty. You have not been on birth control for a few months now but Artem always uses condoms anyway. It's been months that you have felt him raw.

His stare never leaves yours as he goes down and halts near your cunt, his lips touch your covered clits but it still sends shivers. His other hand glides up to massage your breasts you can feel his cold metal wristwatch and the wedding ring against your skin.

He caresses your clit through your panty. His index and middle finger slowly pull down your panty uncovering your pussy for him. His long fingers touch your sensitive bud and you can't stop holding your cries, "Artem…" Your hips start buckling up.

The desperation in your eyes, makes him catch your desire and even he no longer can control himself. His blood rushes down and he wanna fuck you. He's dying to do that but he's too turned on and might hurt you being too rough. Despite, your loving him and giving you the deepest thrusts but he gotta be human tonight however, he wanna fuck you like an animal in a rut.

He straightens himself on his knees and pulls out your panty while supporting your lifted legs with his other hand. That leaves a soft shrill in your mouth.

He unzips his pants exciting you even more. He loves how your eyes are hungry staring at the bulged form under his brief. He blushes when you bite your lower lips staring at him pulling out his cock.

"Artem, Can I taste it?" That makes his heartbeat knock louder.

Before he could have replied you are already pushing yourself up and sit between in front of him and staring down to access his veiny dick. He doesn't stop you once you start bending. He feels you stroke his dick with your wet tongue. He grips your hair, slowly, "Just a taste baby, cause tonight I wanna cum inside you."

You nod obediently, putting your mouth against his tip, and sucking on it, Artem blood rushes in the direction wherever your tongue trails. It was going to be tough for him to not fuck your mouth. Cause he loves your little skillful mouth. He moans and you take him down your throat. You love how he was looking down at you and gripping your hair. His hips started thrusting but he also started cursing, "Baby, Please stop I wanna be inside you."

But you don't, you want a taste of him and when you almost go to use your hands, he pulls out. It is visible how hard it is for him to do that. His eyes are hungry.

Artem pushes you on your back and lifts your legs, trapping you between his knees and bending you in a mating position. His thick cock penetrates you. You moan loudly feeling your walls stretch, "Artem-Arte-It hurts."

That doesn't stop him from pushing into more, "Baby, Your pussy loves when I'm rough with you." You can't deny it at all.

His pelvis rubs your clits sweetly giving him more access to be deep inside you. He starts thrusting and moaning.

Your hips respond to get in sync. He kisses your lips making you moan. It didn't even take a moment for him to increase the pace and pound inside you faster.

"Artem-"

Every thrust sends you into oblivion.

His cock hits your sweet spot every time, you melt right away. His hand grips your leg to support him in penetrating deeply. He pushes inside you. He loves staring at your bouncy tits, "Fuck, Baby you will have my kids."

"Artem." You moan in response.

Continuous thrusting and his possessive dirty talk about making you pregnant leave your mind numb and flooding with pleasures.

He bends to take your lips between his, "You're gonna look so beautiful baby. With a swollen stomach and tits." With that he bites in your moans, leading you close to your climax.

Your eyes start tearing up as his thrusts keep getting faster.

"I will fuck you till you get pregnant baby."

You almost reached climax hearing that. He looks down between you both and he enjoys how his raw dick enters your moist pussy, "Your pussy is so obedient to me."

His gentlemanly attire makes him look sinister.

"Artem'm coming. Please go harder-"

His hand bends your leg more and he starts pounding more harshly inside you. You cry and he studies your expression, "Cum for me sweetheart."

With that, you shatter down and his pounds chase your orgasm and you clench your cunt around him feeling him coming inside you too. He bites on your throat and leaves a few marks around your neck till his hips forcefully pound inside you. Your hips move in sync against his till he milks you walk. His satisfying grunts surround the air as he fills you up.

You wanna pass out. The after-effects leave you both breathing heavily. He pulls out and stares when you leak his cum. There's something animalistic in his look when he presses his finger around your cunt and pushes inside to make it stop leaking.

"Artem-" You mewl.

"I guess I have to fuck you again, tonight."

#tears of themis #artem wing #artem wing smut #zuo ran #marius von hagen #luke pearce #vyn ritcher #smut #tot artem #artem smut #artem x reader #artem wing x reader #artem x rosa

[emmimimii]

HUMANS I HAVE CREATED WALLPAPERS vol.1

Cutting the boys into 2 posts for more notes (jk)

Got too many pics so might as well

#lu jinghe #marius von hagen smut #tears of themis smut #izumi kei #marius tears of themis #tot smut #lu jinghe x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #artem wing #luke pearce #luke pearce wallpaper #artem wing wallpaper #tot vyn #vyn richter #vyn richter wallpaper #tot luke #tot artem #tears of themis marius

[gurofushi]

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.”

#vyn richter #marius von hagen #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis smut

[anantxru]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 !

𖣠 how they moan feat. marius : vyn : luke : artem x fem! reader

𖣠 warnings: nsfw

𖣠 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

low bear splitting groans with marius because the feeling deep inside your cunt was just way too much for him to bear. He‘s so lost, the way marius is feeling you clench around him was resulting in him biting back a moan, pants leaving his lips before he‘s grinding himself deeper into you. 

your legs threatened to give up on you yet marius was quick to pick up on that, placing his hands on your knees to push them against your chest in order for him to reach deeper n faster into your tight hole. His girth was stretching you open without much to try, the vein— which was decorating his shaft sensully, grazed over your delicate walls while brushing against that little sweet spot of yours over and over again. "I‘m so close." the way he was groaning against your ears now was like the finest music to you, looping your arms around his neck to pull marius closer into your embrace, showing him how good he made you feel right now. 

𖣠 𝐕𝐘𝐍

dark heavy breathing with vyn against the shell of your ear, lowly humming to himself while hovering over you like a lost man. He‘s so close, practically tasting his climax approach him any moment now, picking up on pace which had you roll your eyes back in delight. "You‘re beautiful." his voice turning almost shy once saying that sentence out loud.

you really tried to say something back, anything, yet all you were able to answer were incoherent babbles of soft praises which had the man above you smile lovingly at your flustered state. You‘re panting when you felt vyn retract his hips a bit in order to reach deeper. His cock hard and heavy inside of you, coated with both his cum and your slick, looking all too sinful yet you couldn‘t stop staring at it, it was so lewd yet hot in your eyes. There was something so comforting about having vyn on top of you like that, his warmth radiating through you as you became entirely consumed in him. Vyn was utterly in love with the whole moment, not to mention the way you were squeezing him right now, groaning yet again sweetly against the shell of your ear, goosebumps rising up your skin in the process.

𖣠 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄

whiny whimpers with luke because he‘s so fucking sensitive in the way you were engulfing him so fucking nicely right now. He‘s gentle with you, trying his best to taste everything you gave him while tracing his slender fingers around the natural curves of your figure. 

luke is caging you in with his brought arms, sweat glistering on both of your bodies and connecting you further while he pushed himself in and out sensually. You‘re whining alongside his husky breathing, encircling your arms around his neck for additional support and most importantly, in order to push him closer towards you. The next you knew you kissed him like a starved woman, more tongue and teeth than anything else as he groaned further into the kiss, only coaxing him on to pick up on pace. "I love you." luke‘s saying that in a low tone, barely a whisper, only dedicated towards you once one of his hands traced down your body until hitting your sweet bundle of nerves, flicking your clit with his fingers in combination with his fastened thrusts, making you throw your head back, climax approaching any second now.

𖣠 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌

loud and guttural moans with artem against your sweet cunt while he desperately ate you out, not being able to refrain himself from your perfect pussy. He‘s so in love with you! that‘s why he wants to please you in every way imaginable. 

for him it‘s all about showing just how crazy he was for you, his tongue flicking over your slit to collect the juices in his mouth which were already melting together with his spit. He adored the way you tasted against his lips, so sweet with the perfect amount of bitterness, artem was sure he was going to grow addicted to the feeling of your warm cunt against his mouth. He‘s so sloppy with it too, in all honesty he didn‘t have any experience hence why he tried himself out a bit. Artem wasn‘t even sure if he was supposed to be loud yet he couldn‘t stop himself, groaning hard against your pussy whenever you decided to pull on his hair strands, lazily massaging his scalp while he circled his tongue over your glistering folds. His nose was nudging over your bundle of nerves now, grinding down harshly while you rid artem‘s face without daring to stop. He‘s so pussy drunk— he figured, wouldn‘t know how to stop either.

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[andraxicated]

you only call me on the weekend

Pairings: Luke, Artem, Vyn, Marius x f! reader

Synopsis: what is it being like fuck buddies with the tot men?

Tags: suggestive | smut | angst | fluff | hurt-comfort

a/n: so this is the end of the milestone event thank you so much for the likes, reblogs and comments! please continue to support me in the future <33

im living for tot angst coz the game storyline updates like every two months wtf

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Luke

we all know luke is very loyal to his childhood friend and crush, perhaps a part of his recruitment agreement was to protect the girl he loves . he knows it's wrong; the way you're writhing underneath him as he thrusts harshly into you, your sprawled hair and open mouth looking so beautiful, he thinks you've invented some sort of love potion to enrapture him. after all, you two didn't exactly like each other during the secret nationwide project.

you're an arrogant, bratty, and know-it-all student who often gives subordinates the most trivial orders and unfair comments. luke finally put a stop to your reign of terror and brought peace to the laboratory full of shy introverts who were afraid of you. this got to the higher-ups and you got a good scolding by your relative who recommended you to join. luke's and your paths crossing doesn't end there, in fact, it just started when you were paired to support each other in missions and inventions; continuing for years until the project was partially done.

you've been through a lot together; you were there undercover in his first mission and witnessed how cool this bastard was, you were there running in the hospital because luke was sick, you were there when everyone got told the illness shortened your colleague's lifespan, and you were there when he was making a ring for his beloved.

he dared to try it on you, the feeling of the ring cascading down your finger made your heart flutter. it was an intimate moment between you two that you and luke momentarily caught glances, then looked away awkwardly.

the ring on your finger looked right, it felt right. the whiplash of time spent with you hit luke as he gazes at your moaning state in his bed. he does the unthinkable of intertwining fingers with you as he pistons and deeper into you. groans fill the room and you moan as you hit the edge and release. luke lifts and embraces you like a lifeline to bury himself deeper when he cums.

this was right, it was right to spend the rest of his life with you. his time with you may not be long but he certainly has enough to create another ring. this time it's for you.

Artem

if you're having sex with artem wing, no matter how casual he will always give you aftercare. he presses a light peck on your forehead before standing up to get a towel and clean you up, leaving you dazed from his display of affection.

at first, artem was against your proposal since he doesn't want to use your body for filthy pleasure. he's the type of man to wait and give his body in marriage.

yet, you would visit his house when no one's around, go up to his bedroom and pull each other for a hungry kiss. he would give gentle motions to your mouth as you take off layers of clothing. during the first months where you were copying what others did to destress, you would also teach artem what you heard from vulgar mouths.

sunlight would peek through his thin curtains as you gently move back and forth on top of him. his flushed face and little moans make you feel powerful, like the artem wing was worshipping this woman on top of him. so you ride him faster and bring a hand to one of your breasts, his member inside you twitching when you instructed him to knead it. in times like this, he would often think he's making the right choice of giving his everything to you. if the woman he's with now is the one he wants to marry; then sex just came a little sooner and he would throw his past principles.

artem would break the arrangement when both of you start working, he would say "we're not in school anymore" as he doesn't mix business with pleasure. that's when he doesn't see you reciprocating his feelings, but if he could feel that both of you like each other; then artem would take the next level with you.

once he finds a home in someone, he would want to be together with them 24/7. as celestine would say: "artem gets gloomy when you're not here, it's like the office got darker!" and he would hear the conversation, embarrassed, even though he knows it's true.

Vyn

it's taboo to fuck your teachers but nobody said it's taboo to fuck your therapist. on days when his special client was visiting, he would lock the door and greet you with a kiss. vyn hoists you up on the sides of his leg while you kiss him passionately and lock tongues. paper falls to the ground as he sits you on the table, thinking of punishing you later by picking up the fallen documents naked.

the thought of doing this makes him so hard that he can't wait to unbutton his slacks. two fingers brushing your clothed pussy to check if you're wet enough to take him in; a second later and he would push himself inside to hear your pained scream. your contorted expression appealing to his sadistic side as he provides a delicious kind of stretch to ease his darling. definitely will finish inside you because he trusts the pills you're taking.

from the moment it started, vyn already calculated what would happen if he continued this. he analyzed every possible outcome of what would happen in these kinds of relationships, his self-checks would become more rigid and long. vyn would never dive without knowing what he's diving into, he has to have a safeguard in case things spiral out of control.

you saw a lot of contradicting traits within him, you could read him too. he's manipulative along with gentlemanly, a passionate lover yet rational, he spews assuring words then leaves the next hour. vyn never stays.

it's all to keep a good distance between you and him; people often catch feelings in casual relationships and get brokenhearted due to unrequited love. vyn has already given up on familial love, but he knows that a person cannot live without it. humans are social creatures constantly looking for what's amiss in their lives. but he realized that love left him, then decided to come back in the form of you.

so when your phone beeps on a weekend afternoon, seeing the sender is 'dr. richter', you'd think it's the usual dick appointment. but little did you know that it's the more romantic kind of meeting, that has vyn taking out his fine china and scrambling for table decorations.

Marius

anything you want he will give it to you and after that, you got to repay him somehow. whether through a blowjob, sex, food, or just a simple conversation for him to hear your voice; nothing in this relationship comes for free.

you see, marius is tired of business, it's what his life has been revolving around since rising to the position. a money-lined monochromatic world where he only finds solace in his cozy studio. but suddenly, this ambitious girl appeared in his life with an unusual glow. your eyes were tired, face done, hair messy, yet marius felt a tug from you. it was funny hearing this from him as you sat across from him on his penthouse deck.

he thought your eyes held a special meaning behind them but it was just you fascinated by his designer apparel. coming from a girl who wanted to climb the social ladder, the urge to make him yours was strong. you could suddenly see yourself standing by him; attending fancy galas, vacations in the french riviera, and...a functioning family. it was all you ever wanted and dreamed of, and so you made use of your feminine charms.

that daydream eyes of yours were what marius spent hours capturing on his canvas. sparkling eyes, parted lips with an iridescent splash behind her. he won't sell this masterpiece though, it's only for his eyes.

marius von hagen falls in love easily and will follow you blindly. he hates transactional relationships but he finds himself pleasuring a girl that's not even his girlfriend. he feeds your fantasies when he fucks you against his glass walls while inserting a finger into your mouth. moans against your ear as he presses your lower tummy to stimulate your orgasm. after many rounds, he rests you on his soft, dark sheets and turns off the lights. one look from your begging eyes telling him not to go, and he will helplessly stay.

upon opening his eyes did he find out that he fell asleep looking after you. his head snaps alarmingly to the ringing phone and silenced it in fear of you waking up. marius peeks at your snuggling figure and heaves a sigh of relief; he checks his phone and saw it was just an irrelevant grubber which he deliberately ignores. he then places the phone back on the nightstand, presses a kiss on your forehead, and lets the fatigue take over him.

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[veridith]

Drowning - Vyn (Teaser)

- a continuation of the vyn card that we all needed

- warning - heavily suggestive + a few card spoilers 

“...it can only lead to two outcomes”

Droplets of water continue to slide down his chest toward his lower abdomen.

You can feel the moisture and heat in the air.

“Then tell me… what are the two outcomes?” you ask, growing more daring with each passing second.

“One is that we try to hold back until we calm down, then spend the rest of tonight in unbearable regret,” he pauses, “the other is that we submit to the impulses and let the flames swallow us whole, allowing them to burn until nothing is left.”

His golden eyes fix yours with an indescribable weight, overflowing with passion and something more. 

“Which ending do you think is more fitting for us?” 

The room is silent, save for your ever-heavier breaths and the long-forgotten shower. Although he posed a question, you had an idea that surpassed both options he had laid out for the two of you. 

“Vyn… I think there may be a third outcome.”

“Let me take the lead. You don’t have to think about what happens next. I’ll respond to anything you decide to do. It’ll be fine even if you lose control… I want to see you let go of everything and be completely obsessed with me.”

With his shirt in the way, you kiss Vyn’s neck through the wet fabric. Your body comes alive as you feel his breath catch in his throat, fueling your actions even further. 

He’s only able to utter fragments of a sentence with your continued caressing, defenses starting to falter as he braces a hand against the glass. 

Your hands, however, have a different goal as they snake around his waist, tracing meaningless shapes onto his abdomen as you work further down. Another protest dies in Vyn’s throat, replaced only by a groan as your knees hit the tile floor. 

“In the end… I still cannot say no to you”

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A/N - leave this some love if you’d want the full (nsfw) version <3

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[byizoyas]

tears of themis ; hcs

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

✘ nsfw. what’s their favorite position when having sex with you (afab!reader) ✘ with: NXX men

ೄྀ࿐ artem ˊˎ-

spork

artem is quite classical, he likes to be on top of you and being able to touch you and see your face if he wants

he especially loves to bury his face on your neck to lick it and make it clear how bad he wants to fuck you. sometimes he even sucks on your skin letting few hickeys (he regrets it the morning after)

since it’s been a while you two haven’t fucked, artem is especially desperate to make you cum tonight. his breathing is quite irregular and it’s clear he’s holding back moans of how good you feel when taking his cock so well. he’s going slowly, and he’s fucking you so deep you can’t keep your moans to yourself. ‘go on love, let me hear how good you feel’ and you do as he asks, even wrapping your right leg around his waist, pulling him closer and closer to you. ‘fuck me all night artem.’ you say. ‘oh i intend to do so.’ he promises, a lustful smile on his face.

ೄྀ࿐ vyn ˊˎ-

reversed cowgirl

vyn is just soooo into spanking and in that position he can do it as he pleases

plus, he lets you be on top quite often as he got some submissive tendencies and he loves that you get to choose your pace (he honestly just wants to satisfy you)

‘faster’ vyn commands as he smacks your ass with a hand and hold onto your waist with the other. he’s usually not the impatient one, mostly letting you pick your own rhythm whenever you two have sex but now he’s just so greedy. he wants more of you, more of your moans, more of your touches and he even thrusts into you while you’re fucking yourself on his cock. ‘ngh what are you doing ?’ you ask as he speeds up the things himself, taking control. ‘fucking you deeper and faster just the way you like it love.’

ೄྀ࿐ luke ˊˎ-

doggy style

he’s either really talkative during sex, praising you and all or he’s pretty quiet but in both cases he prefers you do not see his face

instead he fucks you doggy style so he can admire your beautiful back and ass moving to the rhythm of his thrusts and he finds it extremely attractive

you grip the pillow in front of you, holding onto it as luke is fucking you. you don’t know whether he’s in a bad mood and taking it all out on you or if he got jealous tonight but the way he grabs your waist, forcing you to follow the pace he chose makes him incredibly hot. ‘you better take it fully y/n.’ he commands, hands on your body, caressing it gently opposedly to his fast thrusts in and out of your pussy. ‘you’re so good for me.’ he praises, and it makes it feel even better. his cock keeps on fucking you and at this point you wish it never stops because it’s just too good and luke knows all the right spots to make you cum over and over again. in the end, he’s only waiting for you to be begging for more because he never gets enough of you.

ೄྀ࿐ marius ˊˎ-

table top

this man is kinky as hell and he loves to fuck you on every surface possible

the fact you’re lying down on your back makes it even better. marius loves to tease you, and he likes dirty talk a lot so he just feels the need to see your face react to his lewd words

‘we got five minutes’ you say as marius pushes you down, making you lay on your back on the glass of his desk. ‘i’ll make you cum at least twice’ he says, a smug smile on his face as he unzips his pants and pushes into you roughly. ‘ngh so wet already’ he moans as he keeps on thrusting at a pretty quick pace. ‘keep fucking me like that’ you order. to that he slows down ‘let me hear you beg and we shall see’ he says, leaning over you, his smile growing larger along with the provocative change of pace. to that you grab his tie pulling him real close to your chest ‘do it.’ a chuckle escapes his mouth as he grips your thighs firmly. ‘anything for you’ his lips then find yours to share a long and languid kiss while his cock keeps pounding into you hard and fast the way you asked.

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[lunargrapejuice]

no denying

vyn richter x reader with no pronouns used

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, no sexual anatomy used for reader, oral (giving), gentle face fucking, cumming eat, finger sucking, unedited

is it too early in the morning to be thinking about sucking dick? sjlfvglkjsgv

the cool flooring of vyns office against your knees and shins keeps your body cool despite how you feel like you're burning up inside hearing his heavy breathing and lustful hums of satisfaction as you lick from the base of his cock all the way to the flushed tip before trying to take him fully in your mouth. with still a few inches left to go he hits the back of your throat, his breath hitching at the way your throat contracts as you gag and moan around his cock. it's too much to take all in but that doesn’t stop you from trying again and again, droplets of drool and pre cum seeping past the corners of your mouth with each pop of your head up and down his long shaft. it makes him lose his normally sound mind.

he doesn’t want to take his eyes off of you, as you look so beautiful like this. it truly is an addicting sight but it’s impossible for his head not to lull back and rest against the back of his chair at the way you make him feel, how you lick every drop of leaking precum from the slit of his cock and let out the sweetest noises of pleasure each time you feel his twitch against your tongue. he hadn’t even asked for this, would have been fine with just simply being in your presence as the night drew to an end but there was no way he could deny you when you asked and so willingly got on your knees in front of him. 

you truly were something else, something so ethereal he could barely comprehend the feelings he held for you with any form of rationality or phycology but was love ever really rational? when his chamgene eyes meet yours, flecks of gold swirling around in his piercing gaze, drinking in the sight of your wet lips glistening in the evening light as your soft tongue licks at his tip and your hand damp with spit working him his length slowly with nice grip, he knows there’s nothing rational or sane about how beautiful and addicting you are to him.

chilled fingers touch your cheek lovingly, with a gentleness that is akin to how soft you might touch the thinnest and precious of glass flower petals. it brings your attention from his leaking tip to his eyes, the eyes you love, that you swear were glowing like molten gold that threatens to pour and fill in every fracture of your very being. it’s almost too much to look at for long, too overwhelming with loving emotions and lust that he holds for you and you alone. your skin flushes even deeper under such a loving and attentive gaze and you aren’t sure how much more you can take when his lip tug up into a lascivious smile that has your legs squeezing together tightly. 

“i’m not sure how much longer i’ll last when you touch me like that, darling,” he voices, his tone only barely hiding how on the brink of sanity he is. but it didn’t matter, it was written all over his face and in the way his cock twitched and pulsated with heat in your hand.

“you don’t have to hold back vyn,” you admit rather shyly, avoiding his eyes. it has his heart thrumming in his chest shamelessly to see you like this. “i want all of you.. want you to cum in my mouth..” you whisper almost inaudibly, your warm and rapid breath fanning against the cock as you lean closer to what you desire.

the fingers that were caressing your cheek still only for a moment before moving to tangle into your hair and gently push himself into your awaiting mouth.

“i could never deny you,” he says breathlessly as his hips rock into your mouth at a slow pace, your own movements meeting his perfectly. as your pace picks up, as drool and precum drip down your chin and onto the floor below you, he quickly loses himself. his movement grow less precise, his groans vibrating deep within his chest and before he lets go, he gives you a raspy demand you would happily follow. “don’t let a drop go to waste, love but don’t swallow just yet.”

a lewd sharp thrust of his hips and your sinful moan muffled by being so stuffed with his cock sends him over the edge and with him resting deep in your mouth, he spills himself into you with a groan that you swear was going to make you cum along with him.

slowly and gently he removes himself from your warm mouth and not a moment later his index finger and thumb tenderly grab your chin and coax you to look at him. your teary eyes shine in the evening light, your lust and need for him evident behind your blow pupils. your lips gleaming and looking exquisite coated in his release and your saliva. he can’t help but reach out to touch them with his other hand, the pads of his cold fingers refreshing on your swollen and burning lips. 

“let me see.” without hesitation you open your mouth, sticky cum dripping like honey from the roof of your mouth and into the pool of it resting on your tongue.  “so beautiful,” he whispers quietly, his chest still heaving with no signs of stopping as he takes in and commits to memory the perfect picture of you before him. 

your legs shake, your heart racing uncontrollably as your eyes close when you feel two fingers slip past your lips and rest against your tongue. to not waste a drop you close your mouth around his fingers and your tongue licks between them as you swallow every last drop of his release and he hums in pleasure.

"so good for me y/n."

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[xiax]

#ANAL !

;feat. artem, vyn, luke, + marius/afab!reader

;contents. anal sex, rimming

｡˚ a/n. thank u to @kaeglia for ur help in deciding to do this

✣ all characters presumed to be 18+

୨୧ minors do not interact. reblogs/comments appreciated!

! ARTEM WING.

cw. rimming, first time technically tho ur not virgins

it was embarrassing enough asking your lovely boyfriend if you could try anal. it was even more embarrassing when he began to research it with characteristic diligence. but nothing compared to actually being spread open with him between your legs.

you had your arms wrapped around your knees, keeping them pinned to your chest while he sat between your thighs. it wasn't abnormal to be in this potion, artem was a very giving lover and there had been plenty of nights he ate you out until you both were too tired to do anything else.

but now, his tongue was circling your other hole -- one he had never ventured to before.

the pressure was unfamiliar but it wasn't bad. in fact it felt really good, you could feel your cunt clenching and drooling around nothing as he eagerly slurped at your hole.

"artem-!" you gasp, reaching down to tangle your hands in his hair, effectively messing it up.

he hums, opening his pretty eyes to look at you. when he pulls away, theres a string a spit connected to his lips. you flush at the lewd sight but reach down to grab his hand. he lets you guide his long, pretty fingers to your neglected clit.

the bud is slick and hard under his touch and he nearly moans at the mess you've made of yourself.

"wet," he whispers, smiling softly when you whine in embarrassment, "it feels good?"

you sniffle and nod, "really good..."

he nods and leans down, kissing your clit for one fleeting second before his tongue dips down to your other hole once again. he keeps his thumb on your bud, softly circling it and tapping against it while he eats your ass.

his cock is painfully hard in his pants but he can't bring himself to care -- not when he's got your spread like this, working your towards your high with every touch he gives you.

when you finally cum, it's with a harsh tug of his hair. your back arches and you cry his name, thighs twitching and your cunt drooling cream by the time he finally takes his thumb off of your clit.

he pulls back and smiles, letting you close your thighs and curl up. the sight of you breathless and teary eyed from the intense orgasm makes him want to go for seconds.

! VYN RICHTER

cw. squirting, soft!vyn

vyns experience is always apparent in the way he expertly works your body. no matter if it's the first time trying something new or the simple way he touches you without an ounce of hesitation.

such as now, his heavy body draped over yours, hips flush against you with his thick cock buried inside you.

"shh," he coos, fingers laced between yours as you sob and wail into the bed, feet mindlessly kicking as you cum around his stationary cock.

all he'd done was sink into you and it set you off, leaving you with sticky strings of cum between your thighs.

he presses his lips against your shoulder, "all done?" he teases you as you sniffle and tearfully look at him over your shoulder.

"f-feels s'good, vyn," you whisper and he smiles so sweetly at you that it makes your heart flutter.

"i know it does," he responds, carefully rutting his hips against you, stirring his cock within your walls, "you came so quickly."

"'s cause you-!" you cut off to moan when he suddenly pulls back, "y-you wouldn't let me cum before!"

he smiles, "i know, i just wanted to be selfish and feel you cum around me. that's okay isn't it?"

his hips work against yours and you wail, "mhm! 's okay! j-just wanna cum again!"

he chuckles, "spread your legs more..."

you immediately do as you're told, dropping into an even deeper arch while you legs your knees slide apart. he reached between your thighs and finds your clit which he eagerly plays with in time to his thrusts.

"i'll make you cum again," he assures, "you know i always want to make you feel good. so just sit still and let it happen."

you sob, nodding your head as you let your body sink into the bed, surrendering your body and pleasure to the whims of your lover.

"vyn!" you squealed, gasping as you reached down to grab his wrist, "oh! 'm gonna make a mess!"

"it's alright," he assures, voice just as soft and even as ever, "that's what i want. want you to feel good for me."

your eyes roll back in your head and you gasp, focusing on the feeling of him fucking your ass and his lovely fingers playing with your clit until you were squirting all over yourself and the bed.

he whispered praises as you trembling and gushed, soaking his hand and cock. but he didn't mind, he just enjoyed the sight of you feeling good all because of him.

! LUKE PEARCE.

cw. anal sex, lots of ball on clit action hehe

if he wasn't hard before, he was when you crawled into bed with tears in your eyes, pawing so sweetly at him while asking for him to make you feel good. your voice was trembling as much as your body was.

he found himself eagerly bending you over in bed, harshly tugging your hips up to the proper height. spreading your cheeks apart with large hands left both your holes open and exposed. he could see the way you buried your face in the blanket out of embarrassment and couldn't help but smile at how sweet you were.

even when you were lewdly spread open like this, you still had it in you to be shy -- despite the fact he's had you in even more embarrassing positions than this.

he took his time prepping you, heated gazed lidded as he slowly tongues your hole, prodding the ungiving entrance until you were mindless and babbling sweetly to him for more. soon enough, he had your poor cunt drooling down to the bed in long, sticky strings -- completely neglected in favor of your tight little ass.

three fingers in, you were trembling and mindlessly humping back against him. every time you reached between your legs to find your clit, hoping to cum just once before he finally sunk his cock into you, he would slap your hands away and shake his head despite the teary gaze you gave him.

"hah! ah!" you cry when he finally sinks in, sweetly shushing you with a comforting hand petting down the length of your spine.

he was big, thick and long enough to stretch you with a delightful burn. taking him in your ass was no easy feat but it was always worth it.

"that's it, baby," he coos, "almost there..."

he sounds breathless as he speaks, body shuddering when he bottoms out at last, your tight ass practically strangling his cock. your cunt clenched pathetically around nothing, still messily drooling all over yourself.

his balls, heavy and firm, press against your messy cunt, making your feet kick up at the pressure against your neglected clit. it felt good, too good, and your entire body shudders. but he remains fully seated, giving you the pleasure of being full and the pressure on your clit but nothing more.

"see...now isn't that nice?" he breathlessly laughs, "taking me so well...does it feel good?"

all he gets as a response is a pathetic whine, making him grin, "yeah it does, sweetheart..."

he pulls back, sticky strings connecting to his balls as he does before he rolls his hips forward again. puckering his lips, he spits down on his own cock, pressing forward to use it as lube.

it's a loud, wet sound his balls slap against your clit again and again. you arch your back, spreading your knees further apart to feel more of the delicious feeling of his balls slapping your tender little bud.

he groans, your ass squeezing painfully around him the closer you get, "that's it, sweetheart, that's it, cum for me...it feels so good doesn't it? getting filled just like you deserve. c'mon give it to me, show me how you cum."

and you do, you gasp and squeal when the high finally crashes over you. he slows his thrusts, barely pulling out before carefully pressing back in, working you diligently through the high s you tremble and cream all over his balls like the sweet thing you are.

! MARIUS VON HAGEN

cw. ruined orgasm, anal as a punishment

"is this what you wanted?" he hums, keeping you older in the mating press he'd forced you into the second you got to his bedroom, "when you decided to act like a little slut? you wanted me to punish you?"

"n-no i-!" you squeal, eyes rolling back in your head when his hips slam against yours, your ass painfully stretched around his lovely cock, "didn't mean to! w-was just talking to arte-"

his hand slaps over your mouth immediately and he leans in closer than ever, with his cock so deep inside and the change in angle, your legs tremble where they're pinned, "don't say another man's name...while i'm the one stuffing your little holes."

"'m sorry!" you wail, "'m sorry, please, d-didnt mean to!"

marius gets drunk off the effect he has on you. the way he can turn you into a crying, blubbering mess with just his cock in enough to have him feeling dizzy.

and you're so sweet, the way you offer yourself to him and let him torment you as he pleases. all while you blubber and wail sweet apologies and praises to him.

"m-marius..." you gasp, back arching, "please!"

"please what?" he asks, rolling his hips against yours.

it feels so good, the unfamiliar feeling of having your ass stuffed. it wasn't often marius engaged in anal -- he really only did it to put you in your place. his own version of a punishment. so when he did, it always felt new.

"wanna cum!" you cry, "please make me cum, marius!"

"oh?" he grins, cocking his head to the side, "how should i do that?"

you sob, tears dripping down your cheeks, "m-my clit! please touch my clit."

if you were in a clearer headspace, you would have recognized the mean glint in his eyes when he did as you asked.

but you were too busy keening, tossing your head back to cry when he carefully touched the tender little bud, circling it with the pad of his thumb.

"cumming!" you squeal, wide eyes staring up at him as if he hung the moon and stars, "oh, 'm cumming! thank you! thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

you were so cute and sweet when you were this mindlessly. the adorable way you reached out to hold onto him almost made him feel bad about ruining the precious orgasm you built up.

almost.

because the desperate, defeated look in your eyes when it fizzled into nothing was even more beautiful than your sweet thanks for pleasure. his eyes locked onto the way your cunt clenched and drooled around nothing while he fucked your tight ass to his own high, spilling into you with a curse of his own.

@xiax // do not modify or repost

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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. 

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