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dxtreza · 5 months

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⋆｡°✩ nxx-ray; artem, marius, vyn, luke (tot)

⋆ summary: what've they got going on down there? ⋆ xtra: afab mc, nsfw under the cut! first upload, so excited. reqs open in ask box; fandoms are in bio ⋆ wc: 1.7k (includes drabble under artem's hc)

i. artem wing

tbh i think he'd be pretty insecure because mc his canonically his first true experience with romance, concerned about his size even though he knows it's irrational; from hearing what marius gossips about artem probably thinks he's below average. he'll learn through your reassurance that this is not the case. he's literally the goldilocks zone. he's not insanely big, but still above average. i'd say about 5.6 inches and tilts slightly upward (6.0 measuring with the curve), ranges from about 5 to 5.5 inch girth (2.5 inch diameter). tip has a complete ridge, his skin is of a slightly darker shade than the rest of his body. he's pretty too, smooth moisturized skin with a thick vein on the bottom. really really sensitive head and balls- won't admit it but he loves it when you smooth your palm on them. it's reactive, too- his cock jumps and twitches at the slightest bit of arousal. as for hygeine: kempt, but not obsessively so. i don't think he'd have that much body hair, but he likes to keep a bit of a happy trail and a small tuft of hair at the base of his cock.

"artem... what's got you so serious?" you ask quietly, paying attention to the way that his sighs have stopped. his lips have pulled themselves in a tight line, brows furrowed as he nearly scowls off into the distance. at your words he clears his throat, rubbing the small of your back with his thumbs and shaking his head slightly. he seems to have lost his enthusiasm now that you guided him out of the pitch darkness of his study and into the lamplight of his room, awkwardly sliding under the covers. his response comes slowly as he thinks.

"it's fine, just nervous." he says curtly, reaching for the lamp to turn it off. you swat his hand away, grabbing it and making a move with your free hand to cup the bulge in his black briefs. he shudders when he feels your breath on his neck, free hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer as you whisper. "you're absolutely sure? nothing to do with the fact that i can see you now?"

he gulps at this, turning his head away and nodding once. "i... it's just different than your hand in the car, or under the desk in my study. in the regard that i can see that you see me, i mean." there's a shaky undertone to his voice, and the end of his sentence lilts as if there were a question on his tongue. "i'm not sure who you've had before, but i might not be able to compare in some respects."

it's confusing at first- he's big, why would he be thinking this sort of thing? you've held him in both your mouth and hand before, felt the weight of him and the way he can reach the back of your throat. he's not joking by the looks of it, a blush high on his cheeks with his admittance. "can you let me disprove that, baby?" you ask, and he's already reaching for lube from the bedside table. he hesitates for a condom, but remembers you're both clean. artem warms the lube on his hand before rubbing it along your entrance, seething to himself when you pull his cock free from his boxers.

you're already prepped from when he had you on his thigh in the study, but looking at him in the light, you would need to be stretched a bit. he's shaking now as you assess him, mouth pulled taught at the corners and gaze wavering. artem eases a bit when you guide his middle and ring finger to push into you, though he seems puzzled. you sigh when he curls his hand, leaning into his neck to answer his confused gaze. "you're not gonna fit unless we do this."

bit by bit, he's relaxing, and you tap his wrist for him to pull his fingers out of you. he blushes when he brings them up to his mouth, cautiously tasting you and looking towards your eyes for approval. you meet him with a kiss, giving him a few quick pumps before easing his head in. he moans into your mouth at this, eyelashes fluttering as his hands come to rest against your hips.

the more you take him, the more noises spill from him. its intoxicating, breaking him bit by bit as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your sides and trace circles against your spine. you grab his chin, directing his face to look down where you two join. you're nearly seated fully against him, with still half an inch to take. his hips go slightly rigid when you whimper, and then it clicks in his brain that you need help with the rest. any doubt he had quickly falls away when you whine against his cheek, grasping at the sheets under him as he slowly shifts his hips up.

artem can't help but to cry out pathetically when he's fully inside, sheathed snugly just in front of your cervix. the noise spills from his plush lips, breaking at the end when you squeeze slightly. "feel how tight that is baby? you're a perfect fit..." you coo to him, interlacing one of your hands with his and brushing the hair out of his face as you sit up. he shifts with you, sliding against the headboard so he could still press your chest to his while you rode him.

"not gonna... last." he bites out the moment you start to move, enveloping your mouth in a heated kiss. it's unlike the chaste ones you usually receive, this time fueled by some deep desire artem had never previously expressed. he meets your hips with a thrust, causing you to choke on your air and whine into his skin. he's stuttering now, unable to make any coherent phrases other than please and oh my god. it's cute in a way, until he's got you right there with him and you're unable to control the way your head buzzes and your eyelids twitch when he's stimulating you so desperately.

"artem-!" it comes out in a shriek, and in your last moments of coherence you shove your tongue into his mouth and bear down with a tight squeeze around his cock. he groans as his hips stall and buck up one final time, trying to thrust through his orgasm with weak sighs and whimpers. it's not long before he's detaching from you, checking your body for bruises and whining when he has to pull you off of him. it seems he had a lot to give; his cum drips down the inside of your thigh and he grimaces at the sight, feeling guilty for the mess.

you heave, rubbing your head as you come down from the high he gave you so easily. "i've never... you know, that fast." you mumble, and he's already scooping you up to carry you to the bathroom with a worried expression. He looks down when you cup his cheek in your hand, lips parted slightly. "seriously, you're just right, that was the best i've ever had."

it's nearly uncomfortable to say, but worth it when his face turns beet red and he sputters for what to say, sitting you down on the counter and wrapping his arms around you as he breathes a wish to you, one that you're more than happy to grant. "please tell me you'll be the only i ever have."

ii. marius von hagen

knows he's got a good dick. constantly showing you his hands and making it a point that his ring finger is longer than his pointer finger; weird mentality about it, the aforementioned reason artem thinks anything below 6.5 inches is below average- marius seems to think so. almost too big, so much so that it's unrealistic. he's 7.5 inches long and doesn't curve, and a solid 6 inch girth (3 inch diameter). his tip has more of a shallow ridge, and his skin is a few shades darker than the rest of his body. not particularly sensitive unless you press down on his frenulum or very lightly drag your nail where his cock meets his v-line. he's not very veiny, has two prominent ones that branch off. i think marius would also be fairly hygienic, but he has more body hair than artem. he keeps a happy trail as well, and grooms but doesn't really shave that much except to maintain a uniform shape/direction of the hair. he knows it can be a turn off for some people, so just ask and he'll wax everything off.

iii. vyn richter

he's not too privy to what marius loves to spout about himself. doesn't really care for comparison that much; why should he when you're the only one who will see? he can comfortably make you feel good- he doesn't have to split you open to do it. if anything, he's elegant. definitely the most aesthetically pleasing out of all the boys lol. I'd say about 5.4 inches, with a 4.5 inch girth (2.2 inch diameter). extremely veiny, also the most sensitive because of it. they're not very pronounced, just slightly raised off the skin. as for the color, it's the same as his body, with a dusty pink tip; full ridge. i also think he's uncut. also very hygienic. always smells of balm and herbal oil, and routinely shaves clean. he's not too fond of any body hair really, and likely won't grow it out if you ask him. he doesn't care if you have any, though.

iv. luke pearce

another one that doesn't care too much about marius' words, mainly because he thinks that he's joking. slightly below average, but knows how to use it. he's not small by any means, still sizing in at around 4.6 inches. luke has above average girth, though, peaking just below his tip at 5.4 inches. he's curved to the left a little bit, but not enough to notice. a few small veins, but he doesn't have much reaction to you touching them- he's most sensitive when you're giving attention to his slit; just a few seconds is enough to make him practically scream. slightly darker than his body, with a pink tip. hygienic... ish. don't get me wrong, he'll never smell bad or be unclean. he just doesn't pay that much attention to his hair, it's more fun if he gets to watch you do his grooming for him.

#tears of themis x reader #lalala i love artem #artem x reader #artem wing #artem wing x reader #marius x reader #marius von hagen #marius von hagen x reader #vyn richter #vyn x reader #tears of themis #luke pearce x reader #luke pearce

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kissofthemis · 5 months

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hello!! i saw request of reader saving nxx boys from people flirting/harassing them so i was thinking could you write about the opposite? id love to see nxx boys being protective^_^ love your writing!!

Thank you for the kind words, anon! Sorry for the wait!

❤️ Artem ❤️

"Yes, I have plans tonight. Yeah, tomorrow night as well. I'm a rather busy person, honestly...."

Despite your best efforts to deflect the stranger's attempts at flirting, clearly "no" was a hard concept for this pushy person to grasp. Artem could not blame you for not wanting to be direct; you were kind and courteous, never wanting to offend others or hurt their feelings if you could avoid it.

But this arrogant persistence was a force to be reckoned with.

"My phone number? To schedule something later? Ah..."

Artem Wing could hardly call himself a champion of justice if he allowed someone so conceited and disrespectful to be victorious here.

"Are you ready to head home?"

You seemed a bit startled as Artem appeared beside you, but the relief in your eyes was evident. "Y-yes. I just finished up for the day."

Artem nodded briskly. "Excellent. I took out chicken this morning, and I was wondering if you'd rather have it grilled or breaded & stir-fried. We can discuss in the car."

He gave a quick glance to the stranger who'd been pestering you, who had become strangely silent once Artem had shown up. The look in the attorney's eyes was collected and calm, but sharp with an iciness that could freeze one to the bone.

"Have a good evening."

More indirect than his usual style, but intense enough to get the point across.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💛 Luke 💛

"I'm in a hurry, I'm sorry."

"Can't even give me your number? Just your number, for when you aren't busy?"

"I... I'm running late...."

The discomfort in your voice was evident as Luke turned the corner to pick you up after work. Evidently he should have chosen a better spot to meet up, because this corner was swarming with pushy, insensitive animals.

"Swarming" may not have been the correct term, but just one scumbag harassing you was one too many in Luke's eyes.

"You're so cold." What a pitiful whine. "Would it kill you to smile and be friendly?"

"You want a smile, huh?"

Luke pulled up to your side at that moment, and he firmly placed his hand on your shoulder as he stared the harasser down. "You're not much to smile at, hotshot, but I'll do my best."

"Who the hell are you, kid? Get lost."

Agitation. A natural response when a greedy predator comes face to face with a rival.

But Luke had no qualms about knocking a small fry down a peg or two.

The corners of his mouth turned upward into a smirk, and he stretched his lips into a wide, toothy grin. At least, his face read "grin," but the light in his smile did not reach his eyes, which only swarmed with smoking fury and threatening shadow, like a stormcloud about to burst.

Perhaps it was the unsettling, cocky grin that made this fool step back. Perhaps it was the bloodlust in Raven's gaze. In any event, a loud curse was the only word of farewell before the nuisance turned and headed off. Luke felt as though he were watching a small dog stomp off with its tail between its legs.

"L-Luke..." you began cautiously. The brunet turned to you curiously, his eyes now sparkling and his mouth set in a lopsided, well-meaning smile. At the sudden change in demeanor, you couldn't help but let out a loq chuckle. "You're going to give someone a heart attack one of these days, you big guard dog."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💜 Marius 💜

Backed against a wall.

This wasn't the first time someone had inquired into your relationship with the Marius von Hagen, president of Pax, but...

"Good morning! Meeting Mr. von Hagen? How does he take his coffee? Would you answer a couple of que--"

You slammed the door in the paparazzi's face. Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined that getting caught on one outing with Marius would result in nosy reporters coming to your home!

With a sigh you slid down against the front door, landing in an unceremonious heap on the floor. How were you supposed to leave today? Or any day? You had errands to run, tasks to do, bills to pay, and you really, really wanted to check out the craft fair at Central Plaza this weekend!

A soft buzzing in your pocket distracted you temporarily from your growing worries.

"See you in 10."

What? Marius was on his way here? Wouldn't that cause even more problems?

You didn't get a chance to assemble your thoughts before a low rumble began to vibrate in your ears and make your entire body shake.

"Go on! Get out of here! You're a public nuisance, and I've got a fantastic attorney! Isn't a guy allowed to have friends?!"

You peered out of your window, and there was Pax's main man, wind whipping his dark bangs in his handsome face. He gripped a megaphone in his hands, looking relaxed and smug, but his knuckles were white with his stress. Vincent must have given him a heads up.

Marius' voice blasting out of the megaphone simultaneously filled you with hope and warmth, but also horror and despair. How would you ever beat the dating allegations now?

More importantly, where was he planning to park a helicopter?!

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💚 Vyn 💚

"Thank you."

You dipped your head politely to acknowledge your gratitude to the stranger who had offered to lead you to the student center. Stellis University's campus looked much different in the evening light, when fewer students were milling about. You should have been able to find it on your own, and yet...

For better or for worse, a young man had noticed you, and when he approached you explained your situation. He had agreed to lead you over, perhaps a bit too gleefully. But you were grateful for the help, and so you acquiesced, but you kept your finger hovering over a "dial" button on your phone just in case.

After your quick goodbye, you spun on your heel to enter the student center.

However, your escort didn't seem too thrilled to see you leaving so speedily.

"That's it?" he huffed. "A half-assed thank you? No phone number, no hug, not even a last name? Are you serious?" His voice kept rising with each word, his tone growing steadily angrier. "I did you a favor by even talking to an ugly brat like you. Have you ever tried smiling with that gloomy face of yours, you miserable fuck?"

Ah. One of those.

You weren't going to dignify that with a response, but then you heard footsteps behind you.

No. Don't come closer. You didn't want any trouble, least of all from an entitled, arrogant--

"Aha. I was afraid I'd have to send campus security out looking for you."

A familiar voice hummed by your ear, and your face lit up with relief. "Dr. Richter!"

A slender but firm hand rested on your shoulder, and you looked up to see bright golden eyes meet yours. Those eyes were like a beacon in the darkening night, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of them.

"The swing dancing starts any minute now. You have impeccable timing, as always." He let out a breathy chuckle.

"That should be my line, Dr. Richter," you retorted lightly.

Of course, the punk behind you hadn't left or stopped shouting. In fact, his rage only seemed to have grown since Vyn appeared, but Vyn paid him absolutely no mind. He must deal with rowdy students regularly, but this was something else entirely.

"Before we go inside," Vyn began, reaching into his coat pocket. "Let's clean you up."

"Hmm?" You didn't think you had any dirt on you, but you didn't protest as Vyn pulled out a silk handkerchief and gently began dabbing at your cheeks, nose, and hands.

"After all," he continued, and he lifted his gaze from your skin. But his eyes didn't go to yours this time; he appeared to be staring past you, at someone else.

You were grateful you couldn't see the exact look in his eyes as he murmured in a voice colder than the night breeze and sharper than a doctor's scalpel, "Spending too much time around ill-mannered, foul-tempered, idiotic boors is proven to be terrible for your health." His voice dropped an octave, and you couldn't help but shiver as he finished,

"And... if they are as foolish as they are filthy, terrible for their health as well."

#tears of themis #tot #luke pearce #marius von hagen #vyn richter #artem wing #thanks for the ask!#tears of themis x reader #gn!reader

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revasserium · 6 months

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nxx #2 - the best part

artem.

you are the best part of a monday morning, the soft click of heels, the whish of automatic doors, the light tap-tap of fingers on tablets. he knows just where you’ll be, a soft frown caught between your eyebrows; sometimes, when during meetings, or even just when he’s passing by your desk, he wishes he could reach over to smooth it over with a fingertip. when it’s late enough, he thinks about trying. other times, when it’s late-late enough — he actually does. and he’d sink into your startled gasp of laughter, the way you go slightly cross-eyed as he leans back to grin, shaking his head, “don’t frown like that… your face will get stuck.” and when you crinkle your nose and swat at his hand, your cheeks going the kind of pink that makes him think of every single sunset he’s yet to see, every single sunrise that’s still to kiss the sky, he has to stop himself from letting his fingers graze down to trace against your skin. “no it won’t…” but there’s no real conviction in your voice, and there’s something brilliant in the secret smile you share. “you’re right,” he admits, “but… i’m not sure i like it when i think about how often you frown in my presence.” he savors in the way you blush then, the way you press your lips, the startled and then resolute way you square your shoulders before saying, “then… i guess you should try to make me smile more often.” artem blinks for a second, and then — “sure… it’s a promise then. but... you’ll have to stay with me long enough for me to see it through.”

luke.

you are the best part of a september afternoon, his cardigan slipping off your shoulder as you pour through your work files. and even though he still feels some kinda way about you doing work while you’re with him — well — he looks down at his own pile of casefiles — he can’t really blame you anyway. birds of a feather and all. he grins as he glances up, only to find you smiling. “what?” you blush, looking away, “nothing — just… this is nice.” it’s his turn to blush now. and yes, he thinks, because this is what he loves — just this, just the moments in between, the quiet breaths and the unsaid words and the afternoon filtering through the autumn leaves, the coffee still lukewarm on the table between you. he takes a breath and looks at you, really looks at you — because he can’t remember a time when he didn’t know you, when he hasn’t loved you just like this — with the pure, simplicity of a september afternoon, as certain as tides, as simple as a child’s knowledge that this is the person he never wants to leave his life. “yeah,” he says, grinning broadly at you as he reaches over tug a strand of your hair between his fingers, “everything is nice when it’s with you.”

vyn.

you are the best part of every winter day, the distant, slanted light working its strange magic over the world, casting everything in its ethereal glow. “there’s just something about the winter sun,” you’d said one day, peering over towards the far horizon, shielding your eyes from the light, pausing as the pair of you walk hand in hand towards the corner store for something or other (vyn’s long since forgotten the minutia for the memory of you). he’d raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, waiting for you to continue, and after a second, you had, turning back towards him with frost-nipped cheeks and brilliant, snow-drop eyes, laughing as you wave at the casual, neighborhood scenery around you, “it makes everything look more beautiful, doesn’t it? like… it’s a dream, or some of those old fashioned picture filters…” to which vyn had smiled and gripped your hand just a bit tighter, “yes… i’ve always thought that winter was the most nostalgic season. it makes you miss a time that hasn’t yet come to pass. perhaps… a future with someone you love, no?” and he’d watched, fascinated, enraptured as you’d blushed and turned away, tugging him behind you, mumbling something about being unfair. and he thinks that if anyone were ever unfair — it’d undoubtedly be you.

marius.

you are the best part of a friday night — your laughter like the city lights, your smile, a million moons in a million distant skies, the shape of you dozing beside him in the back of limo, your cheeks kissed pink from all the wine. he thinks he could cup forever in the palm of his hands like this, thread your fingers with his and suddenly, he’s more sober than he’s ever been in his entire life, watching you nodding off next to him. he thinks he can see the next twenty, thirty, shit forty years of his life flashing outside along with the neon-night-skies, the way your lashes cast shadows along the high of your cheeks, the way your earrings rest against the bend of your neck. “mm… marius?” you ask, blinking sleepily up at him as the limo pulls to a quiet halt at a stoplight, your perfume making an absolute mess of his mind, and he has to clear his throat to hide just how many butterflies had exploded in the pit of his stomach at the sound of your sleep-sweetened voice — “i-it’s late… you can keep sleeping if you want… i’ll wake you up when we get home.” to which you’d leaned up and pressed as soft kiss to his cheek and it takes everything inside him not to pull you to him, press you into the limo seat and kiss you till the entire world melts away, “thanks… you should sleep too,” you say, nuzzling into the side of his neck, your breath chasing shivers up and down his spine. “y-yeah… i — i’ll try."

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ilyhaitanii · 20 days

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masked fool ft. marius von hagen

sfw. while out on an nxx mission, marius finds himself reminecsing about the childhood you two spent together. jealousy bubbles in his stomach. as annoying as it sounds, he can be quite cute like this

a/n: im v much a vyn girl, but marius brainrot is so real right now. he's all i can think about these past few days

there’s something so beautiful about how imperfect marius is. a young man born into the spotlight, forced to fit the mold of his older brother when it was far too big for him. a young man of many talents and extraordinary beauty. he has it all: talent, money, fame. what more could he ask for?

to an outsider, marius von hagen has his entire life laid out for him. he has his father’s money to fall back on, he has his good looks and charm to help him out of tricky situations. he quite literally has it all. however, growing up the way marius did, you tend to be very lonely.

he seeks out any sort of relationship, good or bad. whether it was the kids in primary school who used to push him around for pocket money, or now the executives who prod and pick at him for every little mishap. he still cherishes any and all connections he makes.

the one he cherishes the most is your bond. childhood friends— marius’ only friend. sure, he was popular. he was giann’s younger brother, everybody knew his family name. but he was never truly friends with anyone.

he felt like an outsider no matter where he went because he knew people only wanted him for one thing: his family’s influence. but you? you didn’t care about any of that. you always sought him out during lunch when he’d sit up on that oak tree by the west-end of the school courtyard during lunch, you always made sure to actually listen to him. you were always the one person he knew he could rely on.

marius gazes at you from across the hall, swirling the sparkly champagne in his glass. he’s staring at your exposed back, but he’s also silently glaring at the man you’re talking to him. the rosy color on your cheeks makes his blood boil. the way you’re laughing (who is he kidding you’re fucking giggling) and blushing. there’s this indescribable feeling of annoyance, yet so much anxiety is bubbling in his stomach all at once. it makes marius feel ill.

the sound of his code name buzzing in his ear brings him back down to earth. however, he can’t help but take another look at you. he knows this is all for the mission— you have to flirt with this guy for information, but he can’t help but want to wrap his arms around you and tell the guy to fuck off.

marius knows he cant, he would mess everything up. he tries to distract himself with conversations and champaign. it works to some extent, but at some point he can’t take it. he steps outside for some fresh air. as he makes his way out to the garden, he lets out a heavy sigh.

what is wrong with him? marius knows, he’s certian you love him. hell, you’re the girl of his dreams— the love of his life. he knows there’s no one else for him but you. his hand slips into his suit’s inside pocket. he pulls out a pack of cigarettes (a pack he definitely stole from vyn’s estate but he would never admit that.)

as he lights the stick, a puff of smoke leaves the corners of his lips. the smoke suffocates his lungs, making him feel light headed. it makes him feel somewhat better. the inability to think means he doesn’t have to think about you all over some other guy. he doesn’t have to think about how you weren’t allowed to wear your promise ring so nobody knows you’re taken. marius doesn’t even want to think about that guy’s hand touching your bare back.

however, before his irritation can grow into something more intense, a pair of arms circle his waist. he’s taken aback before he looks over his shoulder. he doesn’t fully turn all the way before realizing it’s you. your cheeks pressed against his shoulder blades, fingertips toying with the button’s of his dress shirt.

“since when do you smoke?” you ask marius in a tired tone, eyes fluttering shut. he manages to turn around without your arms letting go of him. he quickly drapes his jacket over your shoulders, shielding you body from the cold. marius stomps on the cigarette, before placing it back into the pack.

“what are you doing here, missy? shouldn’t you be inside, hm?” his lips curl into that signature smirk of his. his hands make their way to your hips— cheeky bastard. “couldn’t leave me alone for one night, huh?” his tall stature allows him to hover over you. he leans down, whispering sweet words into your ears.

you chuckle in that sweet, sugary tone of yours. the bubbles in marius’s stomach dissolves. that’s sweet laughter is reserved for his ears. this side of you was reserved for him as well. he’s an idiot. your hand manages to cup his jaw, thumb rubbing circles into his cheeks (he still has a bit of a babyface.)

“answering a question with a question. you really aren’t doing well,” you frown slightly before marius’ brows fall. he shakes his head, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. he hums, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of your perfume accompanied by the coconut shampoo you use.

“i missed you,” he says, hugging you even tighter. chest to chest, marius tries to bury himself into you, but that's physically impossible. he whines like a child, trying to curl into you. your arms are around him, your palm patting his head.

"missed you too. we can go now, luke will take over from here. just had to lure him away," you don't move your boday away from him though even has the night air has you breaking out into goosebumps. your hands slide around his waist, cheek presses against his shoulders.

there's a beauty in marius's flaws, his immaturity. a boy forced to grow up so fast, forced to carry the burden of pax's ceo-- a task he was not shaped for. though at times his immaturity and teasing manners can tick you off, you tend to encourage it. it allows marius to truly be the young man he is, rather than the serious ceo mask he wears through out the day.

so for now, you'll kiss his face, cup his cheeks in your hands, and allow him to lay between your legs with his head on your stomach, while you toy with his hair. there's no universe in which would you ever want marius to have to keep that mask on forever. even if his jealousy is stemming from a place of childishness and immaturity, you'll allow it to continue for the sole sake of wanting to see the true marius von hagen. he's much easier to talk to like this anyway.

#marius x reader #marius von hagen x reader #tears of themis #idk how to tag this.#tot marius #marius von hagen #marius von hagen fluff #marius fluff #tot fluff

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samsspambox · 11 months

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Boo! Did I Scare you? - with the nxx

by someone who gets scared very easily

let's set the scene: someone standing by the corner of a wall, obstructed from the view. another person is coming! quick, get in position to pop out and scare them!

vyn - very unfazed outwardly. did flinch and took a step back, but what are you talking about? he was merely waiting for the person to pop out any moment. afraid, him? why would he be? oiger didn't snap their neck, they're not a threat and he wasn't surprised they were there lol

artem - full on jumps. probably let out a yelp but they're not sure? honestly, they almost missed their queue to scare him bc he's that good at sneaking around. 50% chance you made him drop his coffee. now he's sad, buy him a coffee :C

marius - very very very prolonged scream. a little high-pitched if we're being honest. even after seeing the culprit, he will keep screaming. congrats, you are now the center of attention for making Marius von Hagen scream

luke - one of two: he doesn't jump. he's acutely aware of his surroundings and will force himself to jump just to humor the person scaring him. no one catches luke 'hypervigilance' peace off guard enough to scare him. if, by some miracle, he was actually caught off guard? punch to the face guaranteed. they're gonna walk away feeling something regardless lolol

#sam rambles #tears of themis #artem wing #luke pearce #vyn richter #marius von hagen #zuo ran #mo yi #xia yan #lu jinghe #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis hc #wow i haven't done this in a while! lolol

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junggunz · 10 months

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Like. Comment. Subscribe! ft. Goo Kim |🔞

summary: Goo decided he wants another stream of income but there's just one thing in the way that's stopping him from earning as much money as he would like.

cw: camboy!goo, reader is also a streamer but is barely in this chapter lol, SMUT, male masturbation, thirsty comments... im starting things off tame for now heh | all characters featured are 18+

wc: 2.3k ayo who let me do that

an: oops my fingie slipped and now we have camboy!goo. this is part ONE of a three (?) part mini series. special thank u @superjobrohoe for letting me thirst about this brain rot hehe

Part 1: Like!

The dual monitor setup in Goo’s home office was originally intended for him to track things like order flow, technical charts of different timeframes and different markets, market sentiment indexes, and whatnot when he traded stocks— the last thing he expected to be doing on his computer was sitting in front of his webcam, reclined in the leather chair in just a gaudy Versace robe and matching briefs as thousands of people ogled him; sending in tips and flooding the live chat with all sorts of nonsense. It’s fun to say the least, being able to sit around having people throw money at him simply because he’s handsome, hoping he’ll show off some goodies. But it definitely wasn’t something Goo imagined doing to make money.

His crystalline lenses reflect the bright screen as messages constantly ping; innocent things like how was his day to thirstier remarks asking him to show his dick come in sporadically. However, the messages aren’t what he’s interested in. Gaze focused on the little bar at the top of the screen that was a little more than three quarters filled indicating how close he was to meeting his donation goal of the evening.

“There’s too many comments asking me to get naked but not enough of you sending in tips.” Goo chides with a small sigh, disinterested eyes scanning over the overwhelming amount of thirst and affection clogging his notifications. “Trying to sweet talk me into fulfilling your fantasies isn’t gonna work. Money is what talks to me.”

Unlike most streamers who at least tried to act humble and say that donations aren’t necessary, Goo is shameless. Egging his viewers on and telling them that he’ll acknowledge them if they send donations and gifts. His bored expression is cast in the blue light of his screen as he picks out which messages amused him the most, making it a point to only reply to people who had sent in a tip.

“Am I dating anyone?” He reads off the screen with narrowed eyes. “Obviously not if I’m sitting here alone.” He lets out a bitter scoff before shaking his head slowly. Idly spindling about in his office chair, he continues to read off a few more comments left by donors. The novelty of the outright vulgar language everyone used had died off long ago, but every now and then they manage to make him laugh as he feels the desperation through their words.

kimjoongoosfleshlight: I WANT YOU SO BAD 😩 M0lly_Muncher69: who has the leaks of Goo’s OnlyFans !? gimyungsperfectass: show us ur pp I sent u ₩500

**dxgxxx has sent the host 150,000 balloons**

Now, his interest is piqued. The sudden large donation causes the corner of Goo’s lips to curl up into a pleased smirk. His goal now met, perhaps it was time to reward his viewers with a little eye candy. Technically, if he wanted to, he could just end the stream now and leave his fans hanging. He hadn’t promised to show anything if his quota was met. Nor does he feel obligated to do so; especially since there were plenty of pictures of his dick to look at on his premium OnlyFans. But there is a part of him who simply wants to expose himself to the hungry viewers.

Goo’s long fingers dance along the thick waistband of his designer briefs, purposely eyefucking his webcam and knowing exactly what type of reaction it would elicit from his fans.

superjobrohoe: TAKE EM OFF !!! KIMMIRUUU: What a teasing fucker xxOnlyY/Nxx: Aw, is Goo shy?

** xxOnlyY/Nxx has sent the host 100 balloons**

His eyes light up at the sight of another donation. Not only is it more money in his pockets, it’s money coming from you—one of the most popular streamers on the platform—Sure, the amount of viewers he currently had was good. But Goo was greedy. He knew that if he could get on your good side and become associated with you, his number of subscribers would double and bring in even more cash.

“If Y/N wants me to take my underwear off, I might.” He announces with a teasing grin, his hand palming the half erect bulge in his briefs. “Send another donation and see what happens.”

Whether he was getting excited at the prospect of getting more money or because you were now watching him, eagerly waiting for his grand reveal like all his other fans; it doesn’t really matter to him because it has his cock rising right before everyone’s eyes prompting a flurry of new comments to be sent in.

kimjoongoosfleshlight: #FREEGOOSDICKFROMHISUNDERWEAR jonggunschewtoy: if i send u my rent money can i stay at ur place when i get evicted or what gimyungsperfectass: ur pp is trying to come out and say hi take it out already. SEONGEUNSPANTIES: dude you have like 500,000 balloons already. SHOW SOME DICK. antisimpsimpclub: ayo ayo everyone go to Y/N’s channel for a bit. Goo gets desperate when his viewers drop.

** xxOnlyY/Nxx has sent the host 10,000 balloons**

xxOnlyY/Nxx: You have to keep your audience happy if you want them to stay ♥️

The downside of written communication is not being able to tell what type of tone is being used. Even with the little heart you tack to the end of your comment, Goo can’t tell if you’re trying to give him genuine, friendly advice or if you’re dangling the idea of stealing his fanbase away from him right in front of his face. No matter what the intent is, he needs to make a favorable impression on you since this was the first time you had popped in to watch one of his streams.

All it takes is a bit of imagination, his mind conjuring snippets of visual imagery that excites his senses enough for his cock to respond; growing to full hardness before he finally tugs down the waistband of his underwear. Free from its confines, his length springs out of his briefs. The tip is angry, swollen and red. Pulsing with need with precum beading at the tip. It rests against his lower stomach as he refrains from touching it. Leaning back in his seat, posed seductively like he was the muse of a Renaissance artist, he makes sure that his beguiling nature can be felt even through a screen.

One thing about Goo was that if he was going to do anything, he would go about it with a confident, almost audacious attitude. This prurient livestream was no exception. Especially when he knows that his cock looks like it was meant for porn. He didn’t need his fans to tell him that, but seeing just how many comments fly in to reaffirm that notion never fails to make his chest swell with pride. His poor little fans would never know that he wasn’t just a pretty sight to lech over; he was fairly talented. A skilled swordsman in multiple ways one might say.

Though having his manhood being gawked at and praised by all of his viewers had the ability to keep his blood flowing, he had a long day— and what better way to finish off the evening than to indulge in some self care?

“Mmkay…I think I’ve let you all get enough eye candy for the night.” Goo announces, sitting up properly and scooting his desk chair closer to his desk so he could get a better look at his screen.

LadyGooGoo: WHAT? You’re not even gonna play with it just a little? We’ve been waiting so long to see your cock KIMMIRUUU: are you new here or something? all of the good stuff is on OnlyFans gimyungsperfectass: i’m gonna have some sweet dreams tonight hehe

Eyes flitting over the total donations and viewers for the night, he lets out a pleased hum upon seeing the exact numbers. It’s no surprise to him that this had been his best stream so far— it was the first one where he gave the audience a preview of what he’s been concealing behind a paywall and the fabric of his underwear. All of the comments begging for him to touch himself even just for a little bit before he ends the stream don’t phase him in the least bit. However, there’s one comment that manages to ensnare his attention and douse his body in a rush of heat.

xxOnlyY/Nxx: Nice dick. I wonder if it looks that good in person.

Quickly bidding all his viewers goodbye and reminding them of the days he posted content and streamed, he scrolls around with his mouse in search of the button to end his stream. Webcam finally off, he slumps into his chair and glances down between his legs; seeing the blush colored tip of his cock practically weeping. Never had he been so enthralled by a compliment like that on his streams. However, it’s not every day that he gets praise from the very person he’s been trying to usurp on the platform. It sparks a new kind of hunger within him.

Goo isn’t even fully conscious of how he shimmies out of his underwear until they rest on the middle of his thighs, his length now breathing freely. Spitting into the palm of his hand, his fist wraps around the base of his shaft and causes a low hiss to fall from him at the long awaited contact. Smearing the precum all over to increase lubrication, he starts languidly stroking himself. The idea shouldn’t be so titillating, but the veins in his cock throb every time he thinks about stealing your spot as the most viewed streamer. Every passing thought he has of seeing his profile be the one that shows up on the homepage ignites his desires, hand easily gliding along his leaking cock.

Brows furrowed. A faint crimson flush spread that starts at the apples of his cheeks, the gradient spreading down the expanse of his throat. His head tilts back as he huffs out breathy moans as his pace builds. All of the viewers that longed to see him in this state had immaculate taste; Goo was truly gorgeous when he was consumed by the flames of lust.

For a moment, the mental imagery of being number one slips his mind and instead, he catches a glimpse of what he recalled from the first time he watched your stream. It was by chance that Goo found himself lost in the sea of viewers, merely popping in to check the competition. Already so far into your stream, he didn’t have to sit through you talking about whatever it was you discussed to kill time. As soon as he clicked on, he saw you; legs spread and resting upon the arm rests of your chair and coyly eyeing the camera. The glimmer of the jeweled butt plug nestled inside of you being the first thing he noticed.

The brief memory has his hips lifting, bucking up to fuck into his palm with more urgency as it plays itself on the back of his eyelids. As much as he wanted to see more, he closed out of your stream—jealous of how you didn’t even have to ask and tips were just flying in left and right. Relying on his imagination, he envisions what it’d be like to have you beneath him. Feeling the soft warmth of your body against his. Tasting the dewy layer of perspiration sticking to your skin. Hearing you tell him he’s too big and that he needs to slow down.

“Ah, fuck…” Goo mutters between groans.

It’s like a wildfire has started in the pit of his belly, the heat tickling all the way up to his lungs and down to the tip of his shaft. The cool air that hits his wet cock when it can’t be contained by his pumping fist does little to bring down his temperature. The filthy, sloppy sound of every stroke mixed in with Goo’s moans reverberates throughout the walls of his office space as his climax draws closer and closer.

“Fucking hell,” He hisses, gripping his shaft tighter.

Just a few more tugs and his vision goes blurry for a moment, not being able to see the amount of cum dispelled from his cock but definitely feeling the warmth of it splattering on his chest and stomach before it drips down to his balls. The aftermath of his orgasm has him shudder involuntarily as he looks around for something to clean up the mess he just made. Usually, there was a box of tissues on his desk for this exact scenario but it seems that he was out. Sighing softly, he reaches for the end of the lush material of his robe; begrudgingly using it to wipe away his seed.

Right before Goo moves to get up from his seat and toss his soiled garments into the hamper and throw on some fresh pajamas, a harmonious bell sound plays from the speaker of his computer, reminding him that he hadn’t turned it off yet. His mouse hovers over the big red ‘X’ as he prepares to close out his tabs, but the sight of his inbox on the streaming website having an unread message catches his attention. Curiously, he clicks on the icon, expecting to see a fan asking how much it would be to go on a date with him. Much to his delight, a new opportunity had been given to him.

**xxOnlyY/Nxx has sent you a message!**

xxOnlyY/Nxx: Collab soon? ♥️

So self assured, Goo knew that you would like his stream when you finally came to your senses and checked him out. But to have you being the one to initiate working together after watching him just once was just as exciting as the idea of stealing the crown from you. How could he pass up the chance?

#lookism smut #lookism x reader #goo kim smut #goo kim x reader #goo kim scenarios #kim joongoo smut #kim joongoo x reader #junggunz.txt

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noetophat · 6 months

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someone PLEASE drop fic requests in my askbox for miles morales I'm bored and wanna get back to writing, there's no guarantee I'll write it but it might give me inspiration!! I feel like the fandom is kinda dying already 💔 and this blog has been sitting in the corner since like 2021 because I haven't written anything here yet 😭 and I keep forgetting about the nxx backrooms fic that I talked about over a YEAR AGO I need motivation NOWWW

EDIT: short boundaries post below! not organized but pretty short, if you feel like requesting maybe read it rq it takes like a minute to read :3

#atsv #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales #writlbr #noetophat #itsv #spiderman

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actualbird · 8 months

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Congratulations on the second volume of The Behavioural Studies of NXX!!!!! I adored having all your analyses in a compilation to read through, and I've been having a blast rereading them and remembering what my state of mind when they were released was. Your analyses of these characters have influenced and shaped my understanding of them and in turn gotten me to interpret them more critically in a way no other fandom, let alone single writer, has and I think that's an incredible accomplishment.

So far, I've only reached the Rosa playlist analysis, but that actually got me thinking a bit about her, particularly the bit about her wanting to be the main character and the bit you quoted from 5-3. Admittedly the reason why I thought about her desure to be the protagonist stems from slightly comedic reasons because uhhh //glances at the water tank she and Artem got trapped in, Luke personal story 3, Sauna,,,,,

Yeah I wonder if she'd wish quite as hard to be the main character had she known these things were in her future. Something else that was wild to me about this is that the case that set the wheels in motion for all this to happen, for mc becoming the main character, was a case about water poisoning. It's not as simple as that of course and showed ToT's brand of evil that's always grey and not black or white even all the way back then, but ultinately the case was still about water poisoning, which is So Mundane compared to all the dangerous drugs and murder and black market auctions that are going around now. I don't think mc regrets her actions. She's shown that more than enough in the main story, you've even quoted her own thoughts that indicate she's firm in her resolve. But when I think back to main story 1 mc, I don't quite think she feels the same way.

One thing that stuck out to me while going through main story 1 again is the choice you need to make in the trial section, to present the incriminating footage or not, where she can hesitates to present the necessary evidence for justice to be served, and can continue to hesitate if the player chooses not to present it, where she needs to be encouraged by Vernon Green himself to present it and ensure justice is served.

Yes, this was a choice and ultinately she was thinking more about how it would impact Vernon Green than the perpetrator, but it still shows a bit of uncertainty regarding delivering justice in these difficult situations. I think the fact that this is even a Choice matters a lot, actually, because in cases with arguably more at stake like Main Story 3 where an entire child whose development has been stunted due to taking illegal medicine's mother is about to be convicted for murdering the person responsible for said child's condition, it's not even a choice to waver in pursuing justice.

I wonder if Main Story 1 mc would've been able to do the same thing, and think about Main Story 6 where what Irene Burke went through was so horrible people from all corners of the fandom were debating, sometimes even fighting, over whether she should've been allowed to get away with her murders. I really, really doubt main story 1 mc would've been able to remain firm in her convictions.

I think reading through your analysis and in turn Main Story 1 made me realise that mc's developed a lot too, even if it doesn't really seem like it at first. I used to think that mc, while she definitely has developed a little, didn't really grow as much as the NXX boys due to her status as an intended self insert, but I see her in Main Story 1 and her in the current story multiple years later and I'm a little floored at how her conviction has grown. She still lets herself feel and empathise with the culprits and the people close to them, but she's never wavered in the same way she did in Main Story 1,

Xgjxiyfiyf Sorry for overtaking this praise ask about the journal with my own thoughts!!!! To bring this back around to its intended point I guess it shows how much your analyses have impacted the way I view these characters that I can even write this out. It's enriched my experience with ToT in a way I never thought possible. I think the Rosa playlist analysis isn't one that I actually read before because back then I wasn't super into mc as a character or character playlists, but getting to read it now really shows how much I was missing out on. Another thing I have to thank you and the journal for, I suppose.

🌌

WAHHHH oh my gosh, hi milkyway anon!! long time no see, and hhhHH thank you SO MUCH for reading “The Journal of NXX Investigation Team Behavioral Studies: Vol 2” and for your kind words about it ;w;

on your thoughts about mc gOSH i dont think i have anything to add because i so much agree!!! main story 1 mc and main story 10 mc are very different people because of how much she had developed. i love your use of the word "conviction" because thats exactly it. mc started with a simple case, she started with doubts and hesitation, but as the cases got messier and worse like....hesitation was not an option, not if she wanted to continue bringing the justice she so stalwartly believes in. as the cases got worse, she stepped up to the challenge, for the lack of better wording. i think main story 1!mc would be so proud and amazed at how independent and capable main story!10 mc is

i also think she'd be scared

because YEAH, HOO BOY, A LOT HAS HAPPENED TO MC BECAUSE SHE IS THE MC.

i agree that earlier!mc wouldnt have been as firm but thats another reason narratively i guess why the cases were upped and upped in stakes. both for the mounting tension of the overarching story, but to get mc to grow. and grow she did, as the circumstances of the cases got heavier and heavier.

it's kinda like that metaphor about slowly boiling a crab, yknow. we went from mc in main story 1 who hesitated in presenting key evidence, to mc in main story 10 who [main story 10 spoilers] in The Sauna, upon thinking she was Gonna Die, immediately started thinking of how to Leave Evidence On Her Body for other to find by using a Branding Iron On Herself

main story 1!mc: WHO ARE YOU?!?!???

main story 10!mc, trembling a bit from the Trauma: im you but suuuuuper metal 🤘

HVSJFHSVKDJFHDS JOKES ASIDE, it's a Whole Ride remembering how far mc has come because she has! even if this game is more focused on the boys' development, it is unmistakeable that shes grown along with them, and for that, im so proud of her. i dont think she'd ever regret where her life took her, she just doesnt seem like the type, and for all her doubts in the beginning and even the new doubts she gets later on, mc still holds strong to her conviction and dedication.

in conclusion: gosh dang i love miss mc rosa qiangwei <3

thank you again for reading!!! and for this lovely ask :DDD

#asks #i think The Sauna Incident should get capitalized like marius' The Basement Incident #milkyway!anon #commints

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pastsaoi · 2 years

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after i wrote my nxx stardew fic (farm time) i started thinking abt..... who the nxx boys would marry so thats this. thats the post

artem - HEAR ME OUT. elliott - he has been an elliott stan since the early Days - little 15 year old artem wing took one look at that man and decided to pledge his life to him - bc who wouldn't want to just. live out in a cabin by the sea with crabs in ur pocket???? - he likes elliott. marries him on ever single save and he hasn't looked back - literally. hasn't got with any other character bc he thinks he's betraying elliott and he can't do that - (artem has a lot going on leave him be) - designs his whole house with elliott in mind its kinda cute.... - imagine having ur bi awakening to elliott from stardew valley couldn't be artem wing (lies) - do Not ask if he's ever had kids with elliott he will Not Respond (he has. multiple times on multiple saves) (but shhhhh)

vyn - NOT A MARRIAGE TECHNICALLY BUT KROBUS. - he loves the little creatures in stardew so -artem told him about krobus and he got to Fucking Work - he got that key from gunther saw krobus and basically called dibs - krobus lives in his house now they r Friends!!! - vyn thinks he's interesting and spoils krobus rotten

luke and marius

-RIGHT SO. neither of them really liked any of the marriage people and because of that they just decided to marry each other - it was on a bit of a whim it was raining n marius was like 'why the fuck not' so he bought a pendant, gave it to luke and the rest is history - rosa lost her shit she thought it was hilarious - they are happily married and live in the same house - THEY HAVE A DAUGHTER -no one was expecting it until they were giggling away in their little corner while playing and told them to come over to their house And There Was Child - her name is bolognese and they love her very much

#tears of themis #stardew valley #dont ask #rosa is married to harvey #i started playing stardew again recently can u tell #marluke started out as a joke but.......... i dont think its a joke anymore #lets be honest elliott's beach home is more like a shack but its okay

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 6 months

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Ya know, I think I would like Marius so much more if he didn't hide behind his playfulness. He uses teasing to disguise a great need for care and attention.

I mean, I know Vyn is similar, but Vyn is far more communicative. If he wants something from you he just asks.

I swear, in Marius's situations with Rosa, his maneuvering to get what he needs would either a) go over my head or b) genuinely piss me off. In Rosa's place I would have no issues doing on him: letting him use my lap as a pillow, rubbing his shoulders, just, ya know, listening, but the guy doesn't know how to ask

#I do love Marius #And I am not blaming him #But I don't think I could ever be a Marius stan #Even if his boxing card leaves my brain 100% non functional #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #Tears of Themis #nxx corner

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pseudomonacarriea · 2 years

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“Don’t try to hold it back. Let go. Right now, do it for me.”

The way Vyn speaks is soft, as if he's not doing anything remotely lewd, as if his fingers aren't currently drenched as they continue pumping in and out of her folds as his voice remains gentle in Rosa's ear. Even so, if one were to actually see his expression--His gilded eyes almost seemed molten at that moment, silvery hair only accentuating the ethereal color.

"Go on."

Harder Non-Cringe Sin Asks -- Not Accepting! -- @adjvdicator

Her head's spinning rapidly as he continues to send shocks of pleasure through her veins, resting against the desk that now acts as her anchor. She's trying to keep her voice down, one hand over her mouth in an attempt to mute herself as her body shuddered. That was until Vyn moved her hand away; Now her fading will and bruising lips from how hard she was biting on them were the only things holding her sounds to a minimum.

With each motion, her vision starts to become more and more lost in the white that threatens to blind them.

"W-Wait, I--."

The coil in her stomach is far too great to hold back. Each time he draws his fingers out, her walls tighten, not wanting him to stop despite her pleas to slow down so she can catch her breath in between pants and moans.

"Go on."

He knows what to say to get what he wants, doesn't he? When he speaks up again, her eyes close tightly, tearing up in the corners as her climax finally comes to snap her in two.

"Vyn---!"

Her back arches as the coil snaps, waves burning under her skin. Her legs tense as her walls twitch, further lubricating his fingers with her juices trickling down her legs. Her nails dig into the wooden surface, unaware her face could be seen on the surface of polished steel. Scrunched up in pleasure, showing a side not the other boys of NXX have seen.

Pure bliss.

#∘Question #adjvdicator #ꕤ; rosa: ic #ꕤ; Above the cloud past the dazzling faraway star / A view only permitted to you you'll be able to see ( vyn/moritsuki & rosa )#NSFW//#∘Tears of Themis #yELLS??? VYN!

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kissofthemis · 2 months

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impossible question

"Can I ask a silly question?"

In the midst of a quiet lull in the NXX meeting, Rosa spoke up unexpectedly. Four pairs of curious eyes turned to her, and she shrank back in her seat a little. While the other members were always attentive, and they never acted to make her feel inferior, she couldn't help but be intimidated sometimes.

Nonetheless, this question had been nagging at the corners of her mind for a while now, and she could not ignore it any longer.

"No question from you is ever silly," Artem answered first, hoping to reassure her. "You are always insightful, Rosa."

Vyn nodded, a rare sign of agreement. "Indeed, I do not believe there is such thing as a silly or stupid question." He straightened up in his chair and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Only stupid people."

"You have the bedside manner of a dead fish, Vyn," Marius snorted. "Why do they let you be any kind of doctor?"

Before the bickering could devolve any further, Luke piped up and eagerly propped his chin on his hands. "What's your question? I'm happy to answer it if I can!"

"Well..." Rosa began fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. "It's more of a question for Mr. Wing and Dr. Richter, actually...."

Luke and Marius both looked dejected, but she tried to ignore the pang of guilt as she continued. "Mr. Wing, I understand that Libra represents the scales. Dr. Richter, I know you have to make many formal decisions that impact people's lives as you assess their health. However....

"Mr. Wing, your father is a judge. Dr. Richter, your sun sign is Libra. Wouldn't it make more sense if... you know... your codenames were the other way around...?"

An eerie stillness fell upon the room as all five members contemplated Rosa's words. The consternation on Artem's face was unmistakable, as was the chill in Vyn's eyes that he tried so hard to conceal. Both men, usually muted in their expressions, were undeniably stumped.

Luke's cell phone buzzed softly in his pocket, breaking the silence and restoring breathing air to the tense room. Carefully he slid it out and read the message:

Bet you 1000 Stellin that Vyn makes some snide comment about deserving 2 nicknames cuz he's got 2 doctorates lmaooo

Luke stifled a sigh and shot Marius a glance.

Throw in a free lunch this weekend and you have a bet. 👍

#tears of themis #tot #artem wing #vyn richter #marius von hagen #luke pearce #rosa qiangwei #Drabble #IT BOTHERS ME OKAY

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thenovelartist · 2 years

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Where Rosa is #DONE - Tears of Themis Fanfiction

If this is slightly OOC, I do not care. This came into my head after reading @alstroemeriadissonance’s “NXX goes to Hell” story, reminding me of a headcanon I had written. And now it’s a story. Enjoy. Or not. XD

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Rosa had warned them. Multiple times.

But now, she had had it up to here with Marius’s snotty childishness, Artem’s superiority complex, Vyn’s two doctorate degrees, and Luke… well, generally fanning the flames.

Now, she was standing at the NXX round table, four sets of wide eyes staring at her in fear after she had slammed a book on the table.

Slowly, she smiled, something tense covered in false sweetness. “Boys,” she purred, putting on her best innocent tone. “Stand up for me, yes?”

Luke was the first to do as told. Marius soon followed. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the only word that managed to fall from his lips was, “Missy…?”

“Yes, Mr. Von Hagen,” she asked, her tone dripping with artificial sugar to cover her boiling anger. “Do you have a question you think would be wise to ask?”

His eyes were wide, and Rosa watched the color drain from his face as he struggled for words. “N-no.”

She nodded, then looked towards her boss and the resident psychologist who were both slowly standing from their seats.

Without a word, she took Luke’s chair, dragging it across the room, the legs squealing against the floor as she did. Once she got to the corner of the room, she swung it around and dropped it so it faced the corner.

With that fake grin still in place, she then took Marius’s chair, dragging it squealing across the floor to another corner of the room and setting it up the same way. Next came Artem’s, followed by Vyn’s.

No boy dared say a word.

When she returned to the table, her smile was more or less real now as she stood tall, squared her shoulders, and clasped her hands in front of her. “Now," she began, surveying the other four members. "Would any one of you like to guess why I took your chairs? Or would you just like me to tell you?”

For once, her boss looked speechless. Marius was sporting a similar expression, although there was definitely more fear lingering in his eyes. Luke, for his part, hung his head the way he did when he knew he was in trouble, just like he had years ago when her mother had last scolded him.

Lastly, Vyn looked rather sheepish. “Have we done something to upset you, Rosa?”

“Upset? Me? Noooo,” she drawled out. “No no no. No, hehe. Why would you think that, Dr. Richter?”

“You seem to be rather tense and—”

“Vyn, for the love of everything good and holy in this world, shut up,” Luke cut in.

“Detective Pearce,” Rosa said, turning her tense smile on her oldest childhood friend, emphasis on the ‘child’. “You seem to have discovered the conclusion. Would you like to share it?”

Luke, NSB agent who faced down some of the hardest criminals with a sinister smile, looked rather like a kicked puppy at the moment who could barely meet her gaze. “Would you like us to sit in those chairs?”

“Yes, Detective Pearce,” she answered. “I would like you to sit in those chairs, like the quartet of naughty kindergarteners you are. And once you’ve thought about the reason I have asked you to sit in those chairs facing the corners, I will let you boys out of your time-out.”

“Rosa,” Artem finally spoke up, his face red and voice surprisingly unsteady. “Is this truly necessary?”

She turned her gaze on her superior. “I don’t know, Mr. Wing. Is it? After all, I’ve only asked you boys to stop your incessant pissing matches, oh, how many times now? Wait.”

With her finger in the air, the universal sign to ‘wait’, she canted her hips, exuding all the attitude she possibly could as she whipped out her phone and opened up the notes. “One hundred and twenty-seven times. With, let me state for the record, twelve of those times at the Pax Island, seven of those times in Skadi, and ten of those times in Egypt.” With that, she put her phone down on the table with a nice thwack and turned her tense smile back on the boys. “So, I do not know, Mr. Wing. What do you think? Is it fair of me to ask you boys to reflect on your piss-poor behavior when it has affected the inner workings of NXX?”

Artem now officially hung his head in shame, his cheeks bright red and unable to look Rosa in the eyes.

“Has it truly been that many times?” Vyn dared to ask, his eyes holding a modicum of surprise.

“Isn’t it shocking, Dr. Richter?” she shot back at him. “How much the psychologist doesn’t listen when that’s at least fifty percent of his job?”

Marius snorted.

“Do you find something funny, Mr. Von Hagen?”

“No, Missy.”

“No what?”

“No ma’am!”

“Better. Now, before I tell you all to sit your respective pain-in-the-asses down in your chairs, do you have any questions or comments you’d like to make?”

Luke cleared his throat. “How long would you like us to sit in the chairs?”

“A very good question, Detective Pearce.” With that, she pulled out her phone. “I’ll set a timer for five minutes. It will restart if any of you boys get up out of your seats. Anything else?”

“Surely there can be another method to be considered,” Vyn suggested.

“Vyn,” Marius hissed.

“And what could that possibly be, Dr. Richter?”

“I’m gonna go take a seat,” Luke said, stepping away from the table.

“I will, too,” Marius agreed.

Leaving Vyn and a tentative Artem standing at the table with Rosa.

“Please,” Rosa challenged. “I’m waiting.”

“I simply do not believe that this would be the best way to go about tackling the issue. I do believe we owe you an apology, however—”

“Dr. Richter,” Rosa said, cutting him off and siding up to him. That artificially sweet smile was still stretched across her face. “Do you know what I think? I think that Momma Richter has never held Little Vyn by the arm, helpfully guided him over to a seat, and sat his petulant ass down in a chair before instructing him to think about his actions. But don’t worry, Dr. Richter. There most certainly is a first time for everything. And if you think. for one moment. that I. do not possess the ability. to physically drag you over and put your ass in that chair… you are wrong.”

With that, Artem walked away from the table and over to his chair.

The only remaining man standing now hung his head, his cheeks redder than a tomato.

“So, Doctor. Rich. ter,” Rosa slowly ground out. “What would you like to do?”

Without a word, he went and sat in the remaining empty chair in the corner.

“What good boys,” Rosa chirped, setting a phone alarm for five minutes before sitting down in her chair and picking up a document.

And a minute in, she had an epiphany. She had just put four grown-ass men in a time-out.

She had just put FOUR GROWN-ASS MEN in time-out.

And not any grown-ass men, she realized, but a highly skilled state agent, the head of the Pax company, a senior attorney, AND a renowned psychologist.

She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing.

Five minutes later, the timer went off.

“Do not get out of your chairs,” she commanded, watching as all four men slowly sat back down in their seats.

Holy shit, this was the most powerful she’d ever felt.

First, she walked over to Luke, siding up next to him and leaning against the wall. “Detective Pearce,” she began. “Why do you think I put you in time-out?”

Luke’s face turned red, but he still managed to shoot her an impressive pair of puppy dog eyes. “Rosaaa,” he quietly whined.

“Detective Pearce,” she quietly repeated. “Why do you think I put you in time-out today?”

He hung his head. “Because…”

A quiet sniggering came from the side.

“Mr. Von Hagen!" she said, spinning on her heel to face him. "How kind of you to volunteer while Detective Pearce gets his thoughts together.”

She watched Marius’s face blanch as she marched over to him. It filled her with more pride than she cared to admit.

“Mr. Von Hagen,” she said, leaning against the wall beside him. “Why do you think I put you in time-out?”

Marius hung his head in silence for a short moment. “Because… we didn’t listen to you?”

“That’s a good start,” she said. “Why do you think I put you specifically in time-out?”

His mouth moved but no words came out.

Which, she realized, was fair. These boys probably had no idea of the particular behaviors that had landed them in time-out other than they constantly were at each other’s throats.

Specifically, over her. She wasn’t completely oblivious. These boys all fought for her attention in one way or another. They were like a bunch of brothers wanting mom to tell each of them they were the favorite. Except it was four adult men fighting over little old her. It felt kinda like brothers fighting over who knew what was best for their little sister. Which had become mentally exhausting.

“Do you think it’s because you whine for my attention?” she asked.

Marius looked up at her, his face suddenly turning bright red.

“And pick on Vyn in particular, harassing him because he’s hard on you as his student? And because you wave around your status as both the head of Pax and as ‘King’ to try and get your way?”

He hung his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

She grinned. “Good job,” she said, her voice even. “You may take your chair back to the table.”

Without daring to look her in the eye, Marius dragged his chair back to the table, a sad little whine ringing through the room as the legs scraped across the floor.

She then walked back over to Luke. “Detective Pearce,” she said, leaning against the wall. “Do you know why I put you specifically into a time-out?”

He grimaced. “Be… cause… I…”

“Is it because you pull the ‘Rosa’s best friend’ card to try and rile up the other boys?”

Luke’s face turned red as he coughed.

“And because you try to boast about your skills, specifically about technology and survival?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You may take your chair back to the table.”

Also unable to look Rosa in the eye, Luke picked up his chair as silently as he could and walked back to the table.

Now came the two stubborn ones. Rosa took a deep breath before walking across the room to Artem. His face was already red, and he couldn’t so much as spare a glance in her direction.

“Mr. Wing. Do you know why I put you specifically in time-out?”

“Is it because I participate in these spats?” he asked.

She’d give him points for effort. “Maybe it’s because you wave your expertise around? And because you specifically engage in battles of knowledge with Vyn? And maybe it’s because you try to be an overprotective dad to me under the guise of being my work superior?”

He grunted, covering his mouth with his hand. “Y-yes.”

“Good. You may return to the table.”

He didn’t move; she walked away first. It was when her back was turned that she heard him pick up his chair and take it back to the table.

Now, to Vyn.

“Dr. Richter,” she said, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Unlike the others, he was the first to sit tall and meet her gaze, even though his cheeks were a little pink. “Do you know why I put you specifically into time-out?”

“Upon reflection, I do engage in these arguments with wit.”

“You do,” she continued. “Purposefully to show off your knowledge in an attempt to impress me. Do you know what else?”

His expression faltered.

“Could it have to do with holding your elite status over the other’s heads?” she continued. “Or teasing Artem about your two doctorate degrees as though that is a sign of superiority?”

Vyn hung his head, his cheeks redder than she’d ever seen. “Y-yes.”

“Good. You may return to the table.”

With that, Vyn picked up his chair and returned it to the table.

Now, with all four boys at the table, Rosa returned to her seat, taking up her documents to quietly review.

The meeting went exceptionally smoothly after that. All boys were quiet unless necessary, and all conversation was curt, relevant, and to the point. If anything, the meeting ended earlier than normal.

Now, time to stir the pot and see if these boys had learned anything.

“Before I head out, I forgot to do this earlier.” She went up to Luke, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She felt him stiffen, sucking in a tense breath before tentatively returning her hug.

“As any loving guardian does,” she began, sliding out of Luke’s embrace before going to Vyn to give him a hug. He also stiffened under her touch, his arms hovering up as though debating whether or not to return it. “They are sure to give reassurance after a punishment.”

Then, it was Artem’s turn. Despite clearly expecting it, her senior positively froze, his arms glued to his side and not moving.

“So I love all of you, okay?” she said, moving to Marius. He was the most accepting of the hug, returning it after only a moment of hesitation.

“Now,” she finished, sliding away from a now pouting Marius. “I’m going to leave. I hope we can continue this behavior pattern during the next meeting and every meeting from her on. Good night, boys.”

And with that, she left the room. Rather, she pretended to leave. She exited down the hallway, but instead of leaving, she opened and closed the door before silently tiptoeing back towards the room to be within earshot of the open door.

“It’s a trap,” she heard Luke say. “That hug meant nothing. We say nothing unless it’s related to a case. Or she will do that again, and we all know there's nothing we can do to stop her. Understood?”

“Understood,” came the chorus.

"Also," Luke continued. "We never speak of this again."

"Agreed."

Rosa couldn’t help but smile. Those were her boys.

#tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #luke pearce #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen #Does this qualify as a crack fic?#Or is it just chaos? XD

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elleaftermidnight · 2 years

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Just the tip headcanon, s/o teasing nxx boys🤌🤌🤌

elle’s feeling thirsty. mdni. or else you’ll never get a s/sr card ever again.

artem

the best, most obedient baby boy would take this like a champ. of course, he wants nothing more than to be balls deep in you- but artem’s a patient man. he knows you’ll reward him well if he behaved. so he’ll bite his lip to hold back his whines until he can’t take it anymore and begs for you sink yourself fully down the entirety of his length, “love- pleasepleaseplease, was a good boy for you wasn’t i?”

luke

tries to behave for maybe five seconds until he can’t take it anymore; he’ll buck his hips upward, attempt to grip your waist to sink you further down his shaft. he doesn’t mean to, it’s just that your walls feel way too good wrapped around his aching cock that any second without it agony for him, wanting nothing more than to feel your walls convulsing around his length, “c’mon, you can’t do this to me, lemme make you feel good.”

marius

doesn’t even try, like- how dare you tease him? will make it a point to challenge you. he’ll call out your name, let out the most breathy moans and groans until you eventually give in. tears are pricking the corners of his eyes, you feel good, but he wants -- no, needs more from you. he’ll attack any inch of exposed skin he can find with kisses, sucking and licking and gasping, “i can be louder, babe. y’know what to do...”

vyn

he’ll humour you for a little bit, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. vyn will let a few moans and gasps slip past his lips, you did feel amazing after all. but you need to remember who was in charge. you can tease him all you want, but eventually he’ll flip the two of you over, practically manhandling you as his hands grasp at any part of your figure they could reach, “glad you had your fun, but it’s my turn now.”

what do i have to do to get this?? wanna tease these boys so bad ;-;

— tot masterlist ; inbox is always open for thirsts / anons / char anons <3

#💧 — glass of water.tot #tears of themis smut #tot smut #artem wing smut #luke pearce smut #marius von hagen smut #vyn richter smut #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #artem wing x reader #luke pearce x reader #marius von hagen x reader #vyn richter x reader #tears of themis thirsts #tot thirsts

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alstroemeriadissonance · 2 years

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NXX on Valentines Day (Part 1 - Vyn NSFW)

Situational fics where each NXX boy takes Rosa on a date on Valentine's Day. Spicy stuff happens, as usual.

For this set of fics Rosa is unattached to any of the NXX boys.

Vyn: (Lady)killer Under the Stars

Vyn: Do you have any plans for tonight?

Rosa: Nothing in particular, really. I guess I am still unlucky when it comes to this occasion. How about you? I bet there's a lot waiting for your invitation.

Vyn: Really now. As it happens, I was wondering if you could indulge me and be my companion for this Valentine's night?

Rosa: Oh, haha. Really? This is out of left field even for you, Dr. Richter.

Vyn: You may choose to not think too much of the occasion. I only prefer your company for tonight, if you are not opposed to the idea.

Rosa: Of course not. I'd be honored! Where should we meet?

Vyn: I will pick you up from your office later around 8 PM. My apologies for the late hour; there are some things that need to be wrapped up here before I can take my leave.

Rosa folded her hands on her lap, quietly throwing glances at Vyn from the passenger seat of his car. It has already been more than an hour into their drive away from Stellis and out into the far countryside.

While the atmosphere in the car hasn't been awkward--it was normal for them to fall in companionable silence from time to time--Rosa felt that tonight, Vyn has been too quiet than usual. However on the rare occasions when their glances did meet he would flash her one of his usual comfortable, reassuring smiles, asking what is on her mind.

Like right now.

"Penny for your thoughts, Rosa?" Vyn asked as he shifted gears as he turned a corner alongside a mountainside road.

"You still aren't telling me where we're going, Dr. Richter," Rosa said, putting on a show of pouting. "You know, if we didn't know each other as well as we do right now, I would be scared and wonder if the one I'm with is a serial killer.

Vyn laughed. "Do tell me more."

How easy it is to laugh and be myself with him.

"Eh? Isn't it obvious?" Rosa held up a fist, raising one finger for every item she rattled off: "First, bringing me to an unknown, possibly isolated area. Second, not telling me where the destination is, luring me with a 'surprise'. Third, the perpetrators are usually handsome and charming..."

"Ohoh?" Vyn hummed as he negotiated a sharp turn. "Am I now? Coming from you, it is a great honor, My Lady." While still playfully flirtatious, his voice lowered slightly as he said the last sentence.

"You literally have a fan club, Dr. Richter," Rosa reminded him.

"Ah. Well." He cleared his throat. "That...sometimes happens when someone of authority is close to their age. The feeling of admiration towards a peer who have achieved academic or career milestones previously thought out of reach..." his voice trailed off.

Rosa giggled. "Don't take me seriously. I was just joking. I know it isn't your fault you're too handsome."

"You are getting bolder," Vyn remarked, smiling. "But I like it. Do go on."

Rosa kept quiet, basking in the playful atmosphere that lingered around them. She let her gaze flit to the beautiful night scenery that flew past them in a dark blur. The roads went noticeably dimmer and darker the farther they went into the countryside.

"Do you recognize this route, by the way?" Vyn broke the silence with his question.

"Hmm. It's night so I'm not too sure, but isn't this the same route to Professor Xumen's village?" Rosa took note of the distinct arboreal winter scenery that lined the highway; the trees that were once verdant last summer were now devoid of leaves in preparation for the great bud burst of spring.

"Correct. We are on the way to the very same village."

"Huh?" Rosa blinked. "That's quite a ways away and...isn't it a bit too sudden, Dr. Richter?"

Vyn only gave her a mysterious smile. "If you are worried about work, I already gave your senior a heads up; it is already the weekend; and he should not be pestering you with weekend overtime."

"I really don't mind, though..." Rosa's words trailed off as Vyn shot her a look that she knew said We have already talked about this many times before. You should take care of and make sure to pace yourself at work.

"...Fine," Rosa relented. "I am in your capable hands, Dr. Richter."

"I am glad," he said offhandedly as he slowly veered to the shoulder of the highway. "We shall make a short pitstop here, if you do not mind." Vyn pulled on the handbrake after the car rolled to a full stop.

"Hmm?" Rosa looked out the windshield. There was nothing around but trees, the road guard rails, and the mountain bluff off to one side. There were no buildings, no facilities, no gas stations around in sight.

And, most importantly, the streetlights lining that particular length of the highway was not lit. The road was, for all intents and purposes, shrouded in total darkness except for the headlights of passing vehicles.

She remembered what she told Vyn in jest earlier; about him possibly being a serial killer. Well, if Dr. Richter is a serial killer, I sure am done for, Rosa thought. This specific route was rather well known for being less traveled especially at night--no one but the village population shuttling to and from their villages and Stellis City used this highway.

Vyn went ahead and slipped out of the car, rummaging through the car trunk to retrieve certain items.

As Rosa watched him through the rearview mirror, she let her morbid imagination run wild the worst way possible: Ah, that black bundle thing is probably the body bag he'll stuff me in. Then that basket probably contains murder weapons and maybe implements he will use to dissect me to more manageable, smaller pieces. He is a doctor, he knows how to...

Vyn then slammed the trunk shut, retrieved supplies tucked under one arm. Then he walked over to Rosa's door and knocked on the windshield with his free hand, prompting her to open it. "Rosa, join me outside? It is chilly, I know, but I do have some blankets here. We shall not be long."

Rosa smiled wryly as she stepped out of the car, her gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of her jacket for warmth. "Should alarm bells ring in my head now, Dr. Richter?" She pushed the car door shut. "Are you going to drag me into the forest and have your murderous merry way with me?"

Vyn once again let out a delighted laugh, his mouth producing puffs of breath clouds that dispersed into the cold wintry air. "Silly Rosa. If I were such a criminal, I would probably want to...hmm." The black bundle that Rosa fancied as a body bag was unfurled in one single motion of his arms, revealing a thick blanket that he bunched up by the windshield wiper. He then placed the basket on the of the hood of his car. "Probably have you admitted as a patient in my research center, and then I shall have my merry way with you there."

He then turned to Rosa, his own leather-gloved hand held out towards her. "And in my research center, I can be god if I so wish. In my domain, no one will question my actions. Well," he smiled, a far-off light reflecting on his gold irises. "Do you dare take this serial killer's hand?"

"Only if you promise to make it painless," Rosa remarked, gingerly taking his hand. "But what--oh!"

Vyn gathered her into a princess carry. "Up you go," he grunted as he helped her up onto the hood of his car, which he lined with a mat. He then skipped to the opposite side of the hood and sat beside her.

Still fresh from the long drive, the hood of Vyn's car was comfortably toasty underneath the mat. "Um, Dr. Richter?" Rosa asked. "What are we doing here?"

Vyn fumbled in his pocket for his car's keyfob, and turned off the headlights. The once dim surroundings now fell to almost total darkness.

He sidled up closer to Rosa, then leaned against her.

"Dr. Richter?!" Rosa exclaimed, caught unawares by the absolute close proximity between them. "What--"

Chuckling softly, Vyn reached behind her to pull on the blanket bunched up by the windshield wiper, wrapping it around her shoulders. "There. Let me know if you are still cold. Do you need me to get you a hat?"

Rosa shook her head. "Nah. This is plenty warm, Dr. Richter. How about you though?"

"I am fine," Vyn said. "I am used to colder weather in my domicile of origin."

"You aren't answering my question though," Rosa pointed out. "Um...what are waiting for here, exactly? I mean, I'm not complaining, but..." she smiled. "I've waited long enough for you to brandish your murder weapons and dispose of me."

"I know, and as much as I do not want to test your patience any longer, anatomical limitations dictate that my surprise will show itself in around half an hour. Hmm..." squinting his eyes, he peered at his wristwatch. "A few minutes before midnight."

"Wow. It's that late already?" Rosa said. "Aren't you tired?"

"Never, whenever my present company is around," Vyn said cryptically, a small smile playing on his lips. "I shall be taking care of everything, so please sit back and relax. I would tell you to take a nap, however I need you awake for the next thirty minutes for the...magic to happen."

"Magic?"

"Yes. Magic." He then tipped his head to one side. "By the way, have you noticed anything with your right hand?"

"Huh?" Rosa then felt for her right hand, which was ensconced securely under the blanket. "Wait..." She slipped her hand out of the blanket, then noticed a thin chain looped around her gloved hand. "What is this, when did this get here?" she whispered. Her eyes was still in the process of getting used to the dark, and so she had to lift her hand closer to her face to properly see whatever it is was wound around her hand.

Upon closer inspection in the darkness it seemed to be a necklace, with an ornate pendant of something that had a pearlescent sheen surrounded by something that looked like metal work made to form petal-like shapes. A rose, or some flower.

Rosa gasped. "It's a necklace!" She then looked at Vyn, who smiled back at her.

"I would ask you if you like it, but I do not think your eyes have adjusted well in the dark yet. But," he reached out to briefly brush his hand across her fingers. "Do you require my assistance in putting on the necklace?"

Rosa gulped nervously, and wondered why she suddenly felt a little bit odd around her esteemed friend. "Um. Ah, yes. Please!" She nervously exclaimed as she held out her right hand to Vyn, allowing him to retrieve the chain looped across her palm.

He motioned for her to turn away from him for a bit, so he may clasp the necklace behind her nape. Rosa meekly obeyed, and Vyn slid closer to her, his body flush against her back as he put on her necklace. He was so close to her that she can smell his perfume--sandalwood and roses--and she can even feel and hear his heartbeat against her back.

The time it took for him to put on her necklace felt like forever and not at the same time; Vyn's rather intimate closeness to her made Rosa reel, overwhelming her with a certain heady mixture of feelings and emotions that she was all to used to brushing aside with whatever it was happening at the moment when she was with him.

And now in the darkness, the silence of the almost abandoned highway, and Vyn sitting so close to her, Rosa is left with no choice but to confront the fact that yes, she did have feelings for Vyn Richter, and that yes, she knew he has been making subtle advances toward her for the longest time. That whether or not she was ready, he was there with her at that moment, and regardless if he posed that question she had avoided for so long now, it had to be answered now.

"There," he whispered, his hot breath caressing the back of her head. "All done." Yet even after he had finished putting on the necklace on Rosa, he did not budge from where he sat, so close to her.

Rosa was, by now, acutely aware of his very presence, and the fact that he seemed to be waiting for a certain reaction to come from her. His heartbeat came strong and slightly faster against her back, and she could almost imagine his lips dangerously close to the top of her head...

"Rosa," he broke the silence. "Are you uncomfortable with me being this close?"

She gulped nervously. Yes, it was undoubtedly already that time already. There's no turning back; whatever she will say to Vyn will hold much weight towards their interaction from this point onward. "N-no," she whispered. "I'm totally fine with us being like this close."

"Really?" Vyn moved even closer to her. Now she can definitely feel how strong his heartbeat was, and she can feel the vibration of his throat as he spoke. "Was that hesitation I heard just now?" His voice was low and gentler than usual, as if he was speaking tenderly to a lover.

Rosa had to laugh a little at that. "Dr. Richter, please," she chided him a little. "Of course I would be a little nervous. Dr. Vyn Richter is sitting close behind me, after giving me a necklace. And on Valentine's Day, no less," she said in the most neutral voice she could muster. "I would be utterly daft to not get the message."

"Really now," answered Vyn, softly. "With the way I had to dance around you for the past year I would have thought otherwise."

The mental image of him dancing around her came unbidden, and Rosa found herself chuckling in such an inappropriate moment. "Pfft. Haha...I'm sorry, Dr. Richter. It's just that--"

Her laughing was cut short as Vyn wrapped his arms around her. "I am glad," he said, before his cold lips brushed her cheek, and remained there until Vyn could feel the skin of her face bloom into beautiful heat underneath his lips.

"It is time," he whispered against her cheek. "Look upwards."

Rosa complied, and once again gasped at such sight.

"W-what--whoa--" she stammered. "This--this is so beautiful..."

The sight was already in her peripheral vision since a few minutes ago, but she was too flustered to notice the magnificent hazy band of glittering crushed diamonds across the velvet black night sky: The Milky Way.

"Have you seen this before?" Vyn asked quietly as he kept his arms wrapped around Rosa, letting her head tilted upwards rest on his shoulder as she marveled at the band of shimmering star lights. "Judging by your expression, you haven't yet?"

"No," Rosa murmured, her eyes never leaving the wonderful sight above them.

Vyn smiled at Rosa's awestruck face. "Ah, yes. This will not be visible in a city, or anywhere with even the slightest amount of light pollution, such as Stellis or even any of the villages," he explained, keeping the soft volume of his voice. "You will need to drive out and venture into the darkness of night."

He paused to plant a peck on her forehead, as if on impulse. "I had you wait for half an hour to give your eyes time to adjust to the darkness and let you see the Milky Way.

"This stretch of highway, while dangerous due to lack of lights at the moment, could afford us this wonderful view until they come here to fix and reinstall the lights around this area...How do you like my surprise?"

Rosa didn't notice it at first, but tears pricked her eyes, overwhelmed at the sheer beauty right in front of her...and the closeness of the man she did not realize she harbored much affection for, until that very moment. Her vision blurred with tears; eventually two drops of warm liquid rolled down her cheek...only to be tenderly wiped away with a gloved finger.

"Crying?" Vyn whispered. "Did I upset you, Rosa?"

"Of course not!" Rosa exclaimed, her hands flying to cover her face in embarrassment. "I'm just...I don't know..."

Vyn decided to give her some time to gather herself, quietly holding her as she sniffled, brushing her face every now and then to wipe off her tears.

Eventually Rosa stopped crying, and shifted around so she could face Vyn and look at him squarely in the eye. "You're unfair."

Vyn had to blink this time, slightly confused. "What do you mean?"

Rosa was about to explain, then found herself at a loss for words--she was that flustered--her mouth wordlessly opening and closing; eventually she realized she could not convince her brain and her heart into calming down enough for her to make a reasonable argument.

And she merely did the next best thing: pull Vyn down by the lapels of his jacket so she could kiss him on the lips.

Vyn, initially stunned for a few seconds, then coiled his arms once again around her and pressed her closer to him; one hand on her lower back and the other securely holding the back of her head, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss that started out chaste.

So this is how it feels like, Rosa thought hazily, letting herself be taken by his embrace. It's not bad. It's not bad at all... Her eyelids fluttered closed as she let herself be led in the kiss she herself started; her heart beat fast as she felt Vyn's embrace grow tighter, his lips giving way to tongue as he slowly led her to a French kiss. She moaned softly as his tongue slid into her mouth, tentatively tasting her, orienting himself to how she felt in his embrace. It's like a dance, she realized, and she closely followed his lead: her tongue pressed and slid against his, lips locked to his...such was the intensity of their kiss that left them dizzy and breathless.

Vyn reluctantly pulled away to regain his breathing. "Thank you, Rosa," he murmured in between breaths. "Can I...Can I safely assume that my feelings are returned?" There was a tinge of need in his voice.

Rosa nodded. Then, "Hell of a place to confess," she remarked. "On the hood of your car. In the open highway." A pause. "Under the stars."

"Heh. I only planned to show you the Milky Way," Vyn grinned. "But I am glad that the results have exceeded my expectations."

"Please don't talk of us as one of your experiments." Us. Us. Rosa mentally rolled the syllable in her mind. Her and Dr. Richter, an us.

Vyn reached out to gently trace her jawline. "At the risk of sounding cliched, life is a series of learning and experiments," he said. "And meeting you was the biggest conundrum that I had to solve, and there was even a time when I feared I would not like the answer that I would find." He sighed. "You have no idea..."

Rosa noticed Vyn's gaze morph into something more intense; the sparkle of his eyes have dulled considerably, probably due to the darkness of the surroundings. "Vyn...?"

"You have no idea..." he repeated, dropping all pretense of being amiable, now letting slip a little of his darker obsession that he had to tuck into the inner recesses of his mind, only to fully surface as he took apart his thoughts during his nightly personal assessments. "...how much I want you."

And Rosa stared into this certain darkness head on, her olive eyes looking straight at him, unflinching. "On hindsight, I think I have an idea," she said, quietly. "...shall we go? I think it's getting too cold."

The way her eyes held his darker gaze however, spoke of something entirely different.

"Yes. That is a most prudent idea," Vyn said. And like Rosa, his words were entirely different from his actual message:

I want you.

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When they finally checked in the hotel late at night (or early morning), Vyn made one last-minute change in their lodging arrangements: "Is it still allowed to cancel the booking for the other room?" he asked the yawning front desk receptionist. "It is? Thank you. We only need one room. Ah, it does have access to a hot spring? Wonderful."

===

Despite the initial warnings that Vyn gave Rosa about the slight discomfort that making love in a hot spring may pose, she still found herself straddling him in the hot water, in the middle of yet another heated kiss.

Steam rose from the pool, creating a hazy ambience that Rosa found rather conducive to erotic encounters, as she had learned earlier after she accidentally floated towards Vyn, when all she was trying to do was relax in the hot water.

It was as if everything, even the water, conspired for them to just go ahead and have sex to finally release all that tightly-wound up sexual tension that gradually built up after a year or so. It was like one of those serendipitous moments where their desires matched each other's; it only took one look for them to understand what they wanted from the other: Vyn pulled her into a kiss, and Rosa allowed herself to be taken in, eventually mounting his hips and letting things happen from there.

"When I invited you to bathe with me," Vyn murmured as he briefly pulled away from the kiss, "I honestly meant just bathing." He gave her a lopsided grin before he leaned over to kiss the side of her neck. His hand emerged from underneath the water, settling on the swell of her breast. "The room is nice, after all. And we have all night," his hand slid from the curve of her breast, down her stomach, and stopping just between their hips. "...are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered. "Birth control?"

Rosa chuckled. "Dr. Richter," she said. "I am married to my work, and having sex certainly wasn't in the cards several hours ago." She moved her hips against his; her cunt sliding along the shaft of his cock, eliciting a low groan out of Vyn's throat. "I will need your assistance in getting me birth control."

"Gods, you are incorrigible when it comes to not taking care of yourself," Vyn moaned. "I will try my best later. But now," he licked his lips. "Let us get carried away in the moment, shall we?" He adjusted himself under the water, and his hands slid to Rosa's hips. "I warned you, little girl," he said quietly, "That having sex underwater may be a bit uncomfortable due to lack of lubri--"

"Less doctor talk, please!" Rosa hissed impatiently.

Vyn groaned once again, and lifted Rosa by her waist, the reduced gravity in the water aiding him along. "I hope you are ready," he purred as he slowly yet steadily impaled her with his long-erect cock, which had been hard ever since they started kissing in the cold wintry air under the stars.

"Ahh!" Rosa cried out, then remembered that they were not in the safety and privacy of any of their homes. She bit her lip to further stifle her cries.

"Ssh," Vyn shushed her as his hands held Rosa in place as he started fucking her from underneath. "It is early morning and we are most probably the only guests awake--they will easily hear and know, how much we are enjoying each other's company."

Within the water his cock slid and out rather easily; but Vyn, even in the throes of sexual pleasure, carefully watched Rosa's face for any signs of discomfort. Yet all he saw in her face was the sweet mixture of impatience, pleasure, and pure need that only made him want to fuck her harder and deeper. "Ah--just, just let me know if you're in pain..." Vyn managed to say in between thrusts.

Rosa whimpered, and her hand flitted between their hips, starting to rub herself. She stifled the urge to cry out by leaning forward and biting Vyn's shoulder, intending to only suppress her noise, but she inevitably marked him. The man hissed in pain, but found that it turned him on even more; and so his retaliation came in the form of railing her harder in the water.

Both were doing their best not to make any sounds; the only aural evidence of their sexual coupling the rhythmic sloshing sounds of the water as the hot spring rippled at Vyn's every thrust.

"Nngh," Rosa couldn't help but moan, removing herself from her biting hold on Vyn's shoulder, leaving deep bite marks made by her incisors. "Ahh...I think I'm...!" The telltale coil of pleasure in her loins suddenly wound tighter, even catching her unawares; the imminent pleasure threatening to overflow.

And when she finally came, she couldn't help but throw her head back; but before she could shout her orgasm out loud Vyn had the presence of mind enough to slip in two fingers inside her mouth, preventing her from making any loud noise aside from small whimpers that leaked out of her lips.

"Haha...did you like it, Rosa? Oh, damn," he muttered as the orgasmic spasming of her inner walls eventually pushed him over the edge, making him come in copious spurts inside her.

===

"Have I sufficiently killed you enough to your liking, Rosa?" Vyn murmured as he nuzzled his newly-minted lover's neck, their limbs entangled with each other's, and the sheets.

After the literally hot and steamy encounter in the springs, they were surprised to find out that they still had the energy to copulate for a few more times in the comfort of their hotel room.

And copulate more they did.

"What 'kill' are you talking about, Vyn?" Rosa moaned as she rolled closer to him, letting her limbs lazily drape over his body. "That sounds so random."

"You were cracking jokes about me being a serial killer earlier, if you remember."

"Oh. Haha," Rosa laughed weakly--her strength drained out--"Uhm...yeah. You killed me. You killed me just fine."

Vyn sighed, planting a kiss on her hair. "Rather than a serial killer, I wanted to fancy myself as a magician, hence the tricks earlier with the necklace and the stars."

"Nothing's stopping you from being both." Rosa murmured sleepily.

"True. Mayhap I can do some magic and pretend you were killed," Vyn deadpanned. "And then I can have you all to myself."

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