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byizoyas · 1 year

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tears of themis ; drabbles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rikumorimachisgirl · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's Day from the Men of NXX

#tears of themis #artem wing #zuo ran #vyn richter #mo yi #luke pearce #xia yan #marius von hagen #lu jinghe

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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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dreamerinthemoonlight · 2 months

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Favorite Part of your Body

AKA: The Butts, Boobs, or Legs argument with the NXX men

Ask box is open for event and requests

Cw: Suggestive,

Vyn x fem!Reader, Luke x fem!Reader, Marius x fem!reader, Artem x fem!reader,

Vyn Richter

Legs

Hands down, Vyn “Probably a Red Flag” Richter is a legs person

You in a short skirt and a pair of 2+ inch strappy heels is a wet dream for him

When he finally sees the real thing, Vyn.exe has stopped working. He’s torn between showing you off and hiding you away, Or skipping whatever engagement was planned and seeing if you want to fuck like rabbits instead

He’s an educated man, but he is a man

Luke Pearce

If you asked him this, he’d have to think for a second

On one hand, boobs make good pillows on the other hand, butts. Just butts

In the end he has to go with butts. They’re great for watching and great for touching, how can he complain?

Marius von Hagen

His response was “Can I pick all three?” “No.” “Ok, fiiine, boobs”

They’re oft and generally round and make great pillows

He loves to rest his head on your boobs after a long day

He has definitely asked if could paint them, like in the “Paint me like your French girls” scene in Titanic

Your response was something along the lines of “Marius! Von! Hagen!”

“What?! They’re nice!”

He eventually relented, resolving to convince you one day

Artem Wing

Another legs person (though he won't complain about any part of you)

I mean, they’re on display to some extent all day every day

He’s very respectful about it, but some dark and horny corner of his mind would really like to see you in a much shorter skirt

Your legs feature very prominently in some of his secretary-boss roleplay fantasies

Not that he would tell you that (he totally does, after you two have been together for a while. You blush but are happy to oblige)

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valkyrayn · 1 year

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Pairing: Marius von Hagen x afab!reader

Words: 3,724

Tags: mild dubcon, angst and porn, jealousy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, loud sex, rough sex, oral sex, porn with plot (with plot you say? and the crowd cheers)

A/N: i think there are a few from the prompt requests here. writing this was a sport lmao anyway, sorry for the long hiatus. gotta thank Marius for consistently being the horny mascot and reawakening the horny in me with his new card releases. also i’d like to hear your thoughts if i should continue this(?)

also posted on ao3 if you wanna leave comments! 💜

Betrayal is one way to put it.

But god you can’t seem to stop. You can’t seem to get enough of this—of him .

No, it’s not betrayal. As long as they don’t find out…

…that you’re fucking the enemy. Not even in the ‘I’ll destroy his life’ kind of way but literal, actual, fucking. And it’s obscene too—just pure unadulterated passion, the kind that leaves you both in a sweaty mess of entangled limbs and reeking of guilt by the end of it. Although it’s mostly you who deals with the guilt, never him.

And by god you know how bad this is, to sleep with him of all people.

Because he is no longer part of the NXX.

Marius von Hagen had blindsided the whole team, to say the least.

See, the funny thing is, you only started having sex with him after finding out that he has betrayed the group. Maybe it’s the thrill of sleeping with the enemy. Maybe because the sex is so good that the mere sight of his smirk makes your cunt throb. Maybe it’s simply because it’s him.

It was difficult to ignore the growing tension, sexual tension, much to your dismay, between the two of you ever since your first encounter. And it was left brewing for way too long—to a point where it can no longer be contained.

And when it finally happened, it was spilling all over the edges.

And as much as you despise him, you still find yourself at his beck and call. And you hate the grip that he has on you, especially when he calls you his ‘good little slut’ as he pushes your head down on his cock.

But tonight, you’re on a mission. The voice inside your head reminding you like a broken record ‘to not get distracted. This is an in and out mission.’ Swipe the file and exit the building. Simple. Right?

You spoke too soon.

Marius is here. Fuck.

You meet his dark violet eyes from across the room—he’s just entered the room and is immediately surrounded by the directors and VIPs like moths to a flame. Your eyes lock briefly and he stares at you with a bored expression, seemingly unbothered with your presence.

A lady in a sequined dress is now standing by his side, looping her arm over his, her other hand reaching over to fix his collar—there isn’t even a need to, she just needed an excuse to touch him. That bitch has appeared in more than one tabloid news involving Marius.

‘Youngest von Hagen heir’s future wife?’

‘PAX CEO new beau?’

‘Hot affair: International Runway Model & Stellis Sexiest Eligible Bachelor’

Vom’. Your grip around the champagne glass tightens at the sight. Fortunately, you catch yourself almost immediately before it shatters all over your hand. The last thing you want to do is make a scene.

Is this jealousy? No. She just looks annoying as hell.

So you turn away and make your way out of the ballroom, slipping out of the doors just as the master of ceremony starts speaking over the microphone.

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The second the file transfer icon disappears from the screen, you unplug the drive from its port and turn off the computer—with still a lot more time to spare. You can rejoin the banquet and even mingle with the men just to spite Marius. With that thought in mind, you smile to yourself as you slip the thumb drive inside the tiny designated pocket in your brassiere.

“I knew I’d find you in here, jiejie.”

The familiar voice startles you but you remain in your spot, turned away from him. You can feel his eyes on you making the hair stand on the back of your neck. And it’s when you hear the click of the lock that you finally turn to look at him—his back is leaned against the closed door, arms crossed with that sly smirk playing on his lips.

“Give me the drive. I know you have it on you…” He says finally, breaking the brief silence as he pushes himself off the door and starts walking towards you. How naive of you for thinking he wouldn’t have followed you here. He’s not stupid. He’s always five steps ahead of you.

Marius closes in the distance between you, trapping your body against the desk—his tall frame looming over you, his familiar scent clouding your senses. “Or should I...take it from you…” his words turn into a whisper as he leans down and kisses the side of your neck. “…but I won’t be gentle.”

He’s mocking you. You hear your thoughts screaming at you, to refuse him.

You push him away, willing yourself to not fall into his trap again this time. Your team is counting on you , you can’t let him take away the drive. Not this time…not…

” —ah Marius …what are you…”

His hand has found its way under your dress, long slender fingers now playing with the hem of your panties. Despite your earlier protest, you feel your resolve slowly crumbling against his touch.

“Hmm…did you hide it here...” His breath is hot against your ear and your body falls limp against his as it gradually gives in to his touch. He chuckles. “You didn’t put it inside you, did you…?” He slots his leg between you, forcing your thighs apart and starts grinding his knee against your clothed pussy. A moan escapes you at the sudden friction, your hand lands on his chest, gripping onto his shirt in a weak attempt to push him away—but who are you kidding, you’re barely putting any force.

“Fuck you…I’m not giving it to you…” You’re surprised at your retort but he laughs at this. Honestly, you’d laugh at yourself too. Both of you know too well that this is going to end up with you giving him the drive after letting him fuck you senseless.

“Mmm fuck you too…” His low growl makes your cunt throb and before you have a chance to speak once again, he grabs onto the back of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss. Your teeth clash, his tongue messily entwining with yours until you finally give in, reciprocating just as hungrily as you swallow his every breath and moan.

Your resolve is weak against the drug that is Marius von Hagen and it only takes one kiss to completely tear it down. You hate him, you hate this but it feels so good...too good to stop. His kiss is deep and passionate with lust and hatred, but never love. Why would it be anyway?

He pulls your head back by the hair, releasing you from the kiss and reminding you to breathe. For a brief moment, you both just stand there, eyes locked, hearing nothing but the sound of your labored breathing. You press both your palms against his chest, using him as a support as you push yourself off the desk, your eyes locked on his own the entire time.

There’s a glint in his eye, almost as if he’s willing to let you go if you wish to. Your grip tighten against his shirt and all he does is watch you as you wage the war inside your head. The consequences, the guilt that you’ll have to deal with will be immense.

And even with all things considered, you sigh—and slide your hands down his body and stop right at his belt before looking back up at him.

“I fucking hate you.”

Without warning, Marius turns your body around and bends you over—your ass in the air and your feet and palms flat on the floor, presented to him like a prized whore. He’s bent and fucked you in numerous positions before, taking advantage of your flexibility. “…there’s only so many places where you can hide it.”

You feel him push the skirt of your dress up your body, bunching it around your waist before gripping onto it to keep you steady. He wastes no time in pulling your panties down, exposing your embarrassingly soaking cunt to him, leaving no room for you to deny that you want him.

You hear him curse under his breath at the sight and it takes all of him not to immediately shove his cock into your wet heat. He prefers to savor you first.

He plunges his fingers inside your cunt, before leaning in to suck onto your clit—earning him a strangled moan from you. His tongue is hot against your folds, lapping and suckling onto it hungrily, determined to make you cum in his mouth. He loves the way your legs tremble just from the way he’s eating you out.

“Mmmph…you taste so goo–” He moans against your pussy, the vibration shooting electric up your spine, cutting your words off with a gasp. Your cunt starts clenching wildly around his tongue, desperately needing him deeper. He hooks his fingers inside you and hits you at the exact spot where you want him to, instantly making you gush around him. He laps onto your dripping pussy, swallowing your essence as he starts working on unbuckling his belt.

He winces as he pulls out his cock from his pants, hard and erected, balls heavy, aching to unload deep inside your womb. He continues to make you cum with his mouth several more times before finally pulling you off the floor and placing you back onto the cold surface of the desk. You look at him through half lidded eyes, mind still dazed from the orgasms he’s put your body through.

“You’re beautiful…” he says it so casually that you almost missed it. His large hands presses against your inner thighs, spreading your legs open for him to finally fuck you. And just as he lines up his tip against your entrance, you press your palm on his chest, lightly pushing him away.

“Is that what you say to her as well?”

Marius freezes in his spot for a second, as if trying to process what you had just asked. When the realization sinks in, you see his lips curl into a smirk.

“Don’t you think she is?”

You raise your eyebrow. “Think she’s what ?”

“Beautiful?”

You can’t help but let out a scoff. You push him against the chest with both your hands now, ready to leave. This shouldn’t bother you the way it does, but it stings regardless if you have feelings for him or not.

“If you think she is, then why are you here?”

Just as you’re about to push yourself off the desk, he grabs onto your shoulders and pins you flat against the surface, knocking the breath out of you. “Get off me! You—“

And then he’s kissing you again, his mouth swallowing the curses leaving your lips intended for him, his body heavy and pinning you down with nowhere to move. And when he finally pulls away, his eyes bore into you—your death stare mirroring his and if looks could kill, you’d both be dead by now.

“I shouldn’t have let you fuck me..” you manage to say through gritted teeth, that familiar anger returning to your senses. He looks unfazed, used to hearing you say that every time and yet you come right back to him. So instead, he smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he leans in to whisper next to it.

“Then why did you?”

Before you could spit back, you’re both interrupted by the voice of the woman in question—just right outside the door.

“Marius? Love? Are you in there? ” Her sing songy voice makes you roll your eyes. Marius seems unbothered, his eyes never leaving you even as you break eye contact. A small whimper escapes your lips when you suddenly feel his cock pressing against you once again due to the proximity. Realizing this, he immediately makes a move to push himself off of you only to be stopped with your legs wrapping around his waist.

Make up your damn mind, woman—the voice in your head is all but done with you. But this is your chance, to claim what’s yours.

“Fuck me. Fuck me right now..” You can’t believe what you just said but your mouth and body are now acting against your will. “Use me, Marius. Please, ruin me..”

Though confused and simultaneously aroused, Marius was more than happy to oblige. He wastes no time, lining the tip of his cock once again on your entrance before sheathing himself fully inside, making you both moan in unison. “Oh my god..yes you feel so good inside me!” You moan a little bit louder than necessary, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.

“Umm…Marius? Are you in there..?” The woman asks, her voice muffled by the door—thin enough that the noise from inside the room can still bleed into the hallways, which is perfect. You want her to hear you.

Still unbothered by her inquiries, Marius pulls down the front of your dress to expose your tits to him, freeing them from their confines so they can bounce wildly in rhythm to his hard pounding. He leans in to suck on a nipple, making your body jerk against him.

Small fingers threading through his hair, you pull him closer, needing to feel his entire body against you, to feel his sweat on your skin. He grabs onto your ass, adjusting you to an angle that allows him to push deeper inside you.

“Nngh...you’re still so tight…I just fucked you two days ago…” Your walls clench at his words, pulling out a strangled moan from him. It feels like heaven, impaled on his cock like this, your body shaking at every push and pull. You’re high just from the sound, the smell, the sensation—and for a second you even convince yourself that what you have between you is more than just lust and hate.

The door knob rattles, pulling you out of your ludicrous thoughts, hitting you with the realization that the woman is still out there. Too used in keeping it down, since you both are always fucking in secret, you forgot the real reason why you were doing this in the first place.

“Deeper.. harder Marius!” His eyes widen at your command, but he pulls back and pushes your knees to your chest allowing him to slam his hips harder against you.

“Mmm jiejie..you’re so loud.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

He laughs, his cock bumping against your cervix and your body instinctively pushes him away only for him to grab your ass and roughly pull you back against him. The scream that came out of you then is not on purpose—and you’re sure as hell everyone in the building could hear that.

“Mmph—fuck! Marius, too deep!”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he smirks, a little too proud of himself for using your own words against you.

The desk starts moving beneath you from the force of his pounding—he fucks you like he hates you (which makes it easy for him because you assume he does), with your entire body in the mercy of his hands. His eyes are fixated on where you’re connected, reveling at the sight of your cunt creaming around his cock as he pushes in and out—changing his pace to hit you at the right spot every time.

“Marius..Mariu—I’m cumming..”

He suddenly pulls out of you and turns your body around before pushing you back onto the desk—the cold surface of the wood against your erect nipples making you shiver. He grabs onto the dress bunched around your waist for leverage as he sinks his huge cock back inside your dripping pussy—cursing into the ceiling at the way your cunt stretches to accommodate him. “Shit…fuck!”

“Nnnghh…please Marius..let me cum! I want to...feel…want you...inside...” you’re mumbling, mind reduced to incoherence. He grabs a fist of your hair and pulls you back, arching your back towards him until you’re close enough for him to lean in and lick the side of your neck.

“Mmm..you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut, can you?” He shoves two of his fingers inside your mouth, making you drool on him as you run your tongue along his digits. “You want the people outside to hear you?” His other hand now on your heaving chest, grabbing onto your breast to play with your sensitive nipple, coating it with your saliva.

“Mmphh… please… ”

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum…”

“Louder.”

“Please I want to…I wanna…”

“She can’t hear you.”

Something snaps in you then. You reach your arm behind you to grab onto his hair and tug him down, forcing him to release his own grip from your hair.

“Marius please fucking make me cum, you asshole!”

“That’s my good girl…”

He pulls away and presses onto the side of your head, planting your cheek against the desk with one hand grabbing onto your ass, spreading you open so he can watch his cock sink into you. “Mmph…fuck baby. Your pussy is so greedy for my cock swallowing me full like this…” The obscene squelching noise of him fucking your soaking cunt is sending him closer to the edge. But he wants this to last longer, wants you to cum for him before he’ll even allow himself to.

His hips slam repeatedly against your ass, the next one harder than before. The feet of the desk screeches against the tiled floor as it gets pushed further towards the wall. Your nails sink into the edge of the desk, holding onto it for dear life, willing your body to him as he fucks you until you’re braindead. You’ve given up on words, the only noise leaving your mouth are strangled moans and screams of his name until you finally cum around him, squirting uncontrollably as he keeps fucking into your hole with punishing thrusts.

“I love how hard you can take it…such a good fucking girl…keep cumming for me…just like that…” His fingers are now circling your clit, stimulating you even further as if your body isn’t still sensitive enough from the explosive orgasm. You thrash beneath him as his pace slows down but now he’s pushing even deeper, ridge and veins brushing against your insides.

The rattling of the door knob becomes more aggressive, now accompanied by loud knocks on the door. But you can’t hear her voice anymore, drowned out completely by Marius’ heavy breathing next to your ear. He pulls you up and tilts your head towards him, his eyes boring into yours, dark amethyst eyes filled with lust.

“Just keep your eyes on me.”

You feel your heart clench—it’s a fleeting moment but for a second, it feels different.

He presses his lips against yours and you melt instantly into the kiss, both your eyes fluttering close as you feel him spill inside you. The warmth of his seed filling your womb triggers another orgasm, the kind that sends your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You both moan into each other's mouths at the release, your cunt clenching tightly around his twitching cock as he continues to shoot his semen inside your walls.

He pulls out and brushes the tip of his cock against your thigh, pumping out the last few drops of his cum and smearing it on your skin, as if to mark you with his scent.

Your body falls weakly onto the desk and he steps back to admire your ruined appearance. Tousled hair, dress disheveled, panties on one side of your ankle and cunt dripping with his cum.

Guilt.

He always feels guilty by the end of it, but his face will never show it. And to further cover it up, he steps back towards you and turns you around only to sheathe his cock back inside you. You make no effort to protest, you’re the one who told him to use your body as he pleases. Your breathy moans fill the room as he begins to fuck you again. No words spoken this time; just mewls and grunts and lewd sounds that your bodies make.

This goes on until the noise outside the door finally stops. She’s probably given up; good.

And when you’re both finally satiated, he finally steps away from you. Standing quietly, a few feet apart from each other as you both tidy yourselves up. Although you opt to not wipe the combined fluids in between your thighs, to serve as a reminder that you’ve once again slept with the enemy.

He leaves the room first, standing tall and unashamedly confident as if he hadn’t just spent the past hour fucking you to oblivion—you, a woman he’s not betrothed to. You watch as the door closes behind him before letting out the biggest sigh. Your heart hurts. So much for thinking that you’re numb to these emotions but as you leave the room and see the woman next to him, you know you were far from being numb.

She catches you staring and rolls her eyes before running her fingers through his hair to fix it, acting all unbothered, as if she hadn’t just heard your screams of pleasure from behind the door caused by the very man she claims as hers. But a side piece like you doesn't phase her; she’s on a mission of her own and that is to make Marius hers.

Your mission?

Not to become attached to him. Failed.

To obtain the info and bring the drive. Fail—

You feel an object poking at you through the hidden slit of your dress. Strange. You pull it out and inspect it—it’s the drive.

You lean against the wall behind you as you clutch onto the small object against your chest, mind reeling. You saw him take it from you; saw him putting it inside his pocket so then why—

The vibrating sound of your phone startles you. It’s a text from an unknown (but familiar) number.

“take the W. but i won’t go easy on you next time.”

You scoff. This was far from over.

#brainrotdump #marius von hagen smut #prompt request #lu jinghe smut #marius x reader #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #tears of themis smut #tears of themis

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skynapple · 6 months

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The NXX boys aren't stupid. They know how Artem looks at Rosa. I just want to see it addressed how if she's dating Luke, Vyn, or Marius instead... how they handle that. Given that she's still very likely to remain Artem's partner, and he still controls her work schedule, and he's still going to be with her on legal casework, sometimes 24/7. There's Baldr jokes and workplace culture things that the other men just aren't going to get and I really, really wish it was addressed more often and the fact that it's not in other routes is a little disappointing.

Give me the "I'm sorry honey, Artem and I have a case to work on that came up suddenly" angst. Give me the "he's not your boyfriend, I am." Drama.

#nxx boys #tears of themis #lukerosa #marirosa #vynrosa #artem wing #tot rosa #luke pearce #vyn richter #marius von hagen

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otomiyaa · 2 months

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do you have any ToT fics?

Mr. Mouse

Lee!Marius & NXX Squad ft. Reader

[Fic Reupload] - Haha I thought you were crying but then thought oh right I've been sharing Tears of Themis posts lately. Well I've got one, only one, apart from some drabbles scattered around. I'll reupload the fic ^^ It's not lee Luke though, but Marius. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 3.1K

The mood was dark and heavy. Though it had been your intention to shift the team’s focus off the complex investigation case just for a little, you did not expect it would arise new complications.

All you had done was suggest a funny game for some team bonding, fun, and to have a laugh, since there was just too much tension in this team and definitely not enough laughter. Alas, there was little to no laughter at all as the men glared at each other, even while playing the game.

"Guys...” you whispered, watching them nervously.

Even with those stupid cards sticking to their foreheads it didn’t look at all like the lighthearted situation it should be. Marius and Artem were exchanging death stares as if they could fly over the table any second and clash. Vyn appeared to be judging their behavior quietly, a little pile of successfully guessed cards of his own proudly placed before him as he stared at the duo with piercing eyes. And Luke...

“Luke,” Marius suddenly called out, glancing sideways at Luke who was, just like you were, observing the two nervously. “I’ll ask again, Luke. Am I Mr. Artem Wing?” Marius asked. Luke was stuttering, but couldn’t get in between them again with a firm ‘no’ or anything else, given the tense atmosphere.

Marius already continued to speak: “Summarizing all of your answers, I am a male, I am old, I am not big, but I do have big earsー”

“Mr. Wing does not have big ears though,” you whispered, but Marius didn’t hear and continued.

“You are also an animal, Marius. You are forgetting a key part of the interrogation,” Vyn said in all seriousness. You should have known. There was no such thing as playing a fun and simple game of Who Am I? with the NXX gang.

“Ah, an animal. Right. I stick to my guess. Mr. Wing is also kind of an animal,” Marius said, shrugging. Artem glared.

“Your insults are getting less and less creative. I suggest you proceed with more clever guesses, or you should just give up and admit you cannot guess the character,” he said. Ah, these two really weren’t getting along! Still, it was hard to fight back your giggles as you felt your lips twitch unwillingly.

On Marius’ forehead was the card that said ‘Mickey Mouse’ and for the past ten minutes it had been him trying to guess the name which was not that difficult. From Elvis to Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter, Leonardo da Vinci, Darius Morgan, Phoenix Wright and Mark Zuckerberg, everyone else including yourself had already finished some interrogation rounds successfully and guessed the right names.

It was just Marius who was still Mickey Mouse for such a long while since the start of the game that all of you had decided to focus your attention on him alone until he would guess it right. Though usually enjoying to be in the spotlight, Marius did seem to get annoyed and had been trying to wriggle his way out of it by provoking Artem.

“Ask more about the animal’s nature,” Vyn suggested.

“Or his career,” Luke said.

Marius rolled his eyes, a confused look on his face that said ‘an animal’s career?’ but he sighed and growled, “Fine. Am I a monkey?”

“No,” chirped Luke.

“Am I a cat? Or a dog?”

“No and no,” Vyn said.

“A fish?” You shook your head at him. Marius made a wild gesture with his hands.

“A bear?”

“Nope,” Artem said. There was definitely something smug about Artem’s attitude, and unfortunately Marius did not miss this. He lunged towards him and sneered, “Ah I see. You thought of a difficult name for me, just to finally have something I am not better at. Hm?”

“Just keep guessing, Marius,” you tried gently, but Marius was fixated on Artem again and you were kind of relieved that he didn’t catch Luke’s very soft “It’s not that difficult though...” because if he did, Luke would be enjoying all of that attention that was going to Artem now.

“Looks like we’ll still be here tomorrow,” was Artem’s calm remark, sparking Marius’ irritation again. There had been something mischievous about the usual serious Artem all day, something childish yet not more childish than Marius himself, and you were torn between amusement and fear of this all escalating into something bad.

“Rosa~ Help me out here? They are bullying me,” Marius whined like a child, pouting at you. It was hilarious how he really did seem at loss with this game, and it didn’t even seem to cross his mind that you were the one who came up with the idea to play this in the first place. Or better, that it was your very own hand that wrote the name 'Mickey Mouse' for Marius to guess.

“Just keep on guessing. You are really close,” you encouraged him. He wasn’t close though. You could tell Marius had still no idea.

“Perhaps he will need a hand,” Vyn said. Marius let out a sudden guffaw.

“Oh you guys are loving this aren’t you? The only way you guys can beat me is with silly games, or maybe even a prank. I’m not gonna be surprised if I take this off and there’s no name on it. It’s getting shady, why am I the only one who’s an animal?” Marius said, grabbing at the card on his forehead, but Luke reached out swiftly and caught his arm.

“Hey, don’t take it off now!” the brunet warned. Marius was sort of right. The guys were enjoying the hilarity of Marius failing at something as simple as a guessing game, but there was no prank going on here. Marius really failed gloriously and you couldn’t blame them - especially Artem - for rubbing salt into the wound.

“See? You don’t want me to see you’re fooling me huh?” Marius said, trying to pull his arm free from Luke who held him with both hands, but Marius reached for the card again with his other hand. This time Vyn got up fast and stood behind Marius, where he grabbed both his arms and moved them behind the seat.

“You are going to play fairly, Marius. This’ll be a temporary measure to make sure you do,” he said, taking off his own tie and using it to bind his hands behind the chair. Marius laughed out loud again.

“Come on now! As if you guys are playing fairly! This is so childish!”

“Or you are the childish one. Just because you are finally bad at something doesn’t mean it isn’t fair. You’ll have to accept you can’t be good at everything,” Artem lectured.

“Oh yeah? Well, it’s not that I don’t want to play a game, I just don’t want to cooperate with your pranks! I’m going home,” Marius said, but Vyn tightened the light bondage on Marius’ hands and said: “Oh but you’re not going anywhere. And it’s not a prank, Marius. It is a fair game.”

“Rosa, help!” Marius made a scene on purpose, still smug and at the same time dramatic about the whole situation, and you shook your head at him.

Vyn sat down again, but Luke leaned towards Marius and poked him teasingly between the ribs.

“I’ll give you a hint. The sort of animal you are tends to get stuck by human traps as well,” he said, but the poke caused a different reaction than everyone expected. Marius literally squeaked.

Your eyes widened. Marius von Hagen.... Could he be.... Ticklish? Judging from the look on Artem’s face, he seemed to notice too.

“The animal makes a similar sound too,” he said, poking Marius as well from the other side, making him squeak again.

“EEP!”

“The animal does, but the character does not make such a sound,” Luke said, watching how Artem’s single finger poked Marius not one, not two, but three more times.

“Haha-hands off, Artem, you don’t want to face the consequences once I get out of this,” Marius argued, dancing uncomfortably.

“Hm. That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position,” Artem retorted, and this time he made a claw of his hand, digging his fingers into Marius’ torso and getting him to let out another lovely squeak. Luke snickered.

“Shall we tickle him? he suggested, wiggling his fingers.

“We could. Until he guesses it right.”

It was hard to believe what was happening here. You saw how both Artem and Luke surrounded Marius who sat tied to his chair thanks to Vyn’s bondage skills, and their fingers started to poke and prod his sides. Marius threw his head back, the card sticking to his forehead like magic while he let out the loudest most hysterical giggles.

“GAhaha-guhuhuys! Y-you ahahar the wohohorst!”

You gaped at them and exchanged looks with Vyn. He was smirking. “Amused aren’t you?” he murmured while in the background, Marius continued to laugh because of Artem and Luke tickling him. Artem was calm and collected, tickling Marius with this concentrated look as if he was some kind of work project. Luke was much more playful and smug about it.

“Heehee, take that! Well, aren’t you gonna guess?” he sang.

You chuckled at Vyn. “Yeah. Amused, and confused. What is even happening?” you giggled, amazed that even Artem would do something of such a childish nature. Perhaps everyone would act a little different if a bratty person like Marius was involved.

“Well, I can tell you what’s happening. They are tickling him. What do you say, shall we help out?” Vyn asked you, leaning close as if the two of you were having an intimate and personal moment in the middle of the tickle fest.

“Should we?” you asked, smirking. Vyn shrugged.

“I think we should.” And so you two rolled your chairs towards where Marius was laughing for his dear life.

“I refuhuhuse to plahahay your stuhuhupid gahahames!” he laughed, and he shrieked even louder when you joined in, clawing at his tummy while Artem continued to tickle his ribs and sides, and Luke was playfully wriggling his fingers under his arms, tickling his armpits.

“You’ll have to, Marius. Continue playing, I will be the one to answer your questions,” Vyn said, sitting right before him with his hands on his knees. He squeezed, and Marius let out a loud gasp.

“AHAHah!” His eyes widened, and you could see the realization on his face. He was stuck. He struggled with his bound arms, but even if he were to shake the tie off, you were certain these guys would not let him go easily. Heh. Neither would you. This was actually fun.

“Ahaham I a rahahabit?!” Marius finally laughed, and you couldn’t help but giggle along. He was both cute and hilarious right now, and you continued to dance your fingers all over his belly. Vyn snickered and shook his head.

“No, you are not.”

“S-sehehehe, squirrel! A squirrehehel!”

“No,” Artem said firmly.

“A rahhaahat?!” Marius roared.

Luke giggled. “Close, but no!”

“AHAHAH! A MOUSEehehee! A stuhuhupid mouse!”

Vyn smiled. “Correct.” To help ‘celebrate’, Luke switched to tickling Marius’ neck with scribbly finges as he taunted, “Bingo, finally you guessed something right! You are a mouse!” and meanwhile Artem continued to squeeze and pinch at different spots on Marius’ torso, from his upper sides to lower sides, his hips and back up towards his ribs, causing him to bounce hysterically.

“Thehehen stahahhap!” he laughed.

“You are not there yet, Marius. You are a mouse, continue guessing.”

“WHahahaht!”

“Like I said, ask about his career!” Luke said, going back to tickling Marius’ underarms. Marius was giggling and snorting adorably, the grin on his face bigger than ever and a huge blush spreading on his cheeks.

“GAahahah-- a cohohop!?” he asked. Vyn shook his head.

“Can you name any mouse cop? You’ll have to do better than that, Marius,” he said, and he spidered his fingers all over Marius knees and thighs, making the poor ticklish heir bark out some more hysterical cackles.

“GAAGAHha! Not thehehere!” he roared. You were still tickling Marius’ tummy, gently and not too harshly, but you couldn’t help but move up his shirt a little and scribbled circles around on his stomach, fluttering all over the soft bare skin. Marius seemed to get even more flustered at this, and he shook his head. The card threatened to fall off, but Artem slapped it firmly back on Marius’ head, making the guy yelp out loud.

“HAHAHA! Artehehem you ahahaass-ahaha!”

“Marius, remember the questions I asked when I was Harry Potter,” you tried to help him fondly even though you couldn’t stop your fingers from tickling Marius’ sensitive tummy without mercy.

“HEYAhah!” Marius squealed and shook his head again, but this time the card was glued firmly to his forehead, and he continued his hysterical laughing fit.

“Hahahha! Ahaham I on T-Teehehee-TV?!” Marius laughed, indeed succeeding to copy your questions from earlier.

“Correct.”

“OHOhoh! Ahaham I Jeheherry?!” Marius really appeared like he thought he finally guessed correct, but Vyn’s answer was a teasy “No~” and he punished the wrong guess with fierce squeezes right above Marius’ knees, making him howl for his ticklish life.

“AHhahahah! Nohhoho thihis ihiihisn’t fahahahair!” he laughed. You smiled, wonderstruck by how attractive the young heir looked laughing his head off like this.

“It’s a little fair, Marius. Continue guessing, you’re so close,” you encouraged.

“Come on man, can’t you really think of any other famous mouse on TV?” Luke asked - his tickles were the most energetic, switching from rapid pokes and finger wiggles and switching spots even when it would cause his hands to bump against yours or Artem's.

“PIHIHIKACHU!” Marius roared. Luke frowned.

“That’s a mouse?” he asked, to which you nodded.

“Actually it is. But wrong guess, Marius!”

By now Marius was really turning beet red as he continued to laugh and struggle. Artem had been quiet for a while, tickling Marius with concentration and focus of a typical lawyer, and he smirked as he drilled his fingers between Marius’ ribs.

“I think it is a talent in itself that you give so many wrong guesses, Von Hagen,” he said, triggering Marius but all the graduate student could do was laugh and giggle more as he was attacked from all sides. You only noticed now that his arms were already free again after so much struggling, but both Artem and Luke were holding an arm each, and Marius could do very little with the strength he had left.

Using their free hands, both men continued to tickle him, making him giggle and squeal even when he was nearly out of breath.

“Guess it right, or give up,” Artem said. Vyn made a face at that.

“Mr. Wing is right,” he said teasingly. “If you would like, you can give up. It means you lose the game.”

Marius made a face that expressed his surprise and confusion that giving up was still a possibility. But then he shouted “Nahaha-neheheever!” while continuing to squirm in between them.

“Then have it your way~!” Luke said, getting up from where he was sitting so he could tickle his armpits more comfortably.

“Heeehehehehe! Nahahaha!” You were getting the impression that stubborn Marius was going to laugh himself to death here if he couldn’t still guess the character that wasn’t even so hard.

Maybe you were enjoying yourself a little too much by bullying your ticklish partner like this, and not just for evil reasons. But when you looked at Artem, Luke and Vyn, you recognized expressions that matched your mood as well. They all looked fond to have the usually arrogant heir laughing like this and refusing to give in.

“Ahahaahahlright I gihihive! Guhuhhuys, enahahaa-enough! I gihiive uuhup!” he finally wheezed. Surprised he still didn’t guess it, you were the first to stop tickling his stomach, and you sat back. Luke also stopped tickling, so did Artem, and finally Vyn stopped the squeezing and digging movements his hands were making on Marius’ legs.

Leaning forward and bending his head, Marius panted and wheezed, catching his breath tiredly. And as he did, the card finally let go of his sweaty forehead and twirled down onto his lap. It fell with the text upwards, and you could see the realization on Marius’ face as he read it:

Mickey Mouse.

“N-no way,” he panted.

“Not so hard, huh? Can’t believe you didn’t think of the most famous mouse in the world,” Luke said smugly, patting Marius’ shoulder.

“Like I said, you can’t be good at everything,” Artem said, patting his other shoulder.

“Unbelievable... Mi-Mickey Mouseー” Marius panted, and he raised his head suddenly and glared at everyone.

“You wrote my card, didn’t you-- R-Rosa?” he panted, smirking at you despite his exhausted state. You blinked your eyes.

“King,” you said, using his codename like he kept using yours, and you smiled nervously.

“She did,” Vyn said, standing behind you with both hands on your shoulders.

“Anything you want to tell her, Mr. Mouse?” he asked. You giggled at the new nickname for Marius, but noticed this certain teasy remark wasn’t necessarily directed at Marius. Gulp. You looked up at Vyn. Why was this situation suddenly getting suspicious?

“It was also not our idea to play this game. You can’t blame us,” Luke suddenly said. You gasped, turning your head towards him. Wha--?! Yes, it was your idea, so...? You finally looked at Artem, your eyes begging for his help, but you blushed to see the smirk on his face.

“Clever. You perhaps knew that such classic pop culture is Marius’ weakness? Are you the mastermind behind all this?” he said. You started to stutter, blushing like crazy. They were placing the blame for their stupid quarrels and the tickle incident ー which you joined but that wasn’t the point ー on you!

“N-no of course nohot! Marius I thought it wahahasn’t difficult, ahaahah M-Mariuhuuus!” you whined when Marius lunged at you and started to avenge whatever was left of his dignity by tickling you, the one most responsible for his predicament just now.

“Guys, I might just forgive you for what you did to me if you help me out right now,” Marius purred, smirking at the others. It was no surprise after what all of them said, but still to suddenly have the tables turned with you ending up in Marius’ position of the one tickled by all of the NXX squad, well, that was something you could never ever be properly prepared for.

“HAHahaha- guuuuys!” you howled, but these four had the time of their lives wrecking you, and you were surprised at their well-played teamwork.

Well all in all, you had achieved your goal though: team bonding, check. Having fun, check. Having a laugh? Thanks to Mr. Mouse, double check!

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