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artemstellation · 2 years

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✦ fever (my heart yearns for you) | vyn richter

vyn richter has impeccable self control.

at least that's what he tells himself.

in reality, he doesn't have any ― at least not when it comes to the human next door, who he's been keeping watch over like the past few weeks like a school girl with a crush.

as much as it would pain him to admit it (he was someone who believed in rationality and logic, and feelings like love and crushes were not part of his not-that-he-would-admit-is-flawed logic), he was head over heels, and had fallen in love at the first sight.

which lead him to where he was now, watching over you as feed the neighborhood strays, as they run and curl up next to you for pats and roll around in weird ways that make you laugh.

he feels his heart skip a few beats, and it makes him worried that he's falling too hard (you already have, his mind whispers at him, but he pointedly chooses to ignore it).

he continues to keep watch, until you reach home with little to no issues (he did it seeing as how it was late at night, and that meant more activity from mischievous supernaturals), and he's just about to go away, content with having made sure that you were safe and sound, when you turn around and look at him straight in the eye (even as he hides and blends in the night in his black cat form).

“well, i need to thank you for keeping watch over me for a while now, but if you wanted my attention, you could always come talk to me in your human form, neighbour.”

the first time he hears you speak to him directly has him falling harder into the abyss of love and adoration, but your words only click with him when you're long gone ― and he finds himself grinning, hard.

maybe there isn't going to be a lot of explaining about why he can turn both into a cat and a human as he initially thought there was going to be.

he'll take you up on that offer, he decides, as he shows up the next day in his human form ― and turned quite the few heads, leaving him more than confident enough in facing you.

as he stands outside your door, he falters in his steps ― how would he let you know that this was his human form? should he meow at you? should he shift in front of you? what was he supposed to do?

as he's lost in his thoughts, he hears the sound of your door creaking open too late, and before he can say anything, you give him the most smug smirk he's ever seen on a person (that is, other than marius, the sneaky little devil).

“i see you've decided to take up my offer, dear neighbour.”

he's taken aback, but doesn't show it, as years of blending in amongst humans has made his acting and resting face almost impeccably perfect ― one that seems extremely hard to decipher, unless he lets you do so, to pry into what makes him, him.

he responds with an equally smug tone, although it's hidden amongst his calm demeanor and you don't quite notice it anyway, because his twinkling amber eyes have you distracted.

“your offer was quite the tempting one, you see, and how could i refuse any opportunity to know my latest acquaintance some more?”

“seems that you know quite enough from your time shifting,” you quip back, teasingly raising your eyebrow at him, and he knows that it was a good choice to accept your proposal.

“then can i take it as that you know what i am, too?”

“i do, i suppose.”

“oh, and what could i be, human?”

“a vampire.”

he blinks in visible astonishment at you, surprised that you got it right at the first try. was he really that obvious? maybe he wasn't as good at acting like a human as he thought he was.

“oh, i got it right? i was just random guessing, but who knows it'd turn out to be true.”

he hears you mumble the second part of your sentence under your breath, and chuckles softly. you seem to have realised that he's heard you, as a soft colour flushes through your skin.

“it appears quite so that you would make a truly excellent companion at a quiz.”

he watches you blush harder at his teasing. a part of him wants to continue to tease, to continue to fluster you further, but he holds back, both to rein in himself and to spare you what could be further embarrassment.

the day passes far too quick, and he learns far too little about you ― at least, according to his liking.

you were a teacher at the very same place where marius's contractor (and significant other, his mind supplies) studies ― and you were the very same, extremely interesting human, that marius told the rest of the nxx about ― your curiosity in the supernatural had piqued his interest, and he was very happy that it was you who had him running around so illogically (at least, according to him).

as you part ways with him, he feels a need to reach out, and to ask you to spend some more time with him, to tell him more about yourself ― but he stops.

he only gives you an enigmatic smile as he moves on, although his eyes that seem to burn like liquid gold, hold silent promises of a next time, and the next time after.

he feels greedy for the first time in a long, long while.

it seemed that his self-restraint always flew out of the window whenever it came to you, and only you. He wanted more, and more, and more than he thought could ever have, and frankly, it appeared that he would soon be more and more avaricious when it was about you.

he'd have to do something about that, given that he's supposed to be a part of the undead.

but look at him, nearly the avatar of greed.

vyn richter does not get jealous.

or so he tries to convince himself.

as he watches you interact with that other teacher, who oh-so-clearly has a crush on you, very much visible from her constant teasing and flirting that's directed towards you.

(oh, and he's a teacher alongside you. he showed up one day as part of the new faculty, nearly giving you a heart attack ― but he's a great teacher, and you're pretty sure at least half the student population has a crush on him.)

he watches you flush and laugh at whatever she says, and a twisted feeling makes itself home in his chest ― he feels it wrap around his very being, twisting and constricting him as his chest tightens.

jealousy, his mind says. you're burning in jealousy, because you can't do what she can do, because you don't have the courage to act on your feelings like she can.

no, he whispers right back. i'm not jealous. they're just talking with each other.

the voice in his head only tuts at him, before retreating to the depths of his consciousness.

before he can move forward and do something about his unprecedented feelings (or so he thinks) ― he hears a few students call out to him, and they take up his attention for the remainder of time, even as he tries to keep an eye on you amongst the crowd.

when he's finally done, and the students move away with warm smiles of 'thank you, professor richter!' or 'i'll make sure to come by if i need help with something else, professor!', you're gone and out of sight.

he glances around, before sighing to himself.

“what's the big sigh for, professor richter?”

and lo and behold, just as he was thinking about making his way around campus to find you, it turns out that you found him first.

you stand right behind him, lips curled up in that charming grin that always has him falling over and over again (he'd never admit it, again), leaning on the doorframe of the entrance to his classroom as your eyes stealthily follow every movement of his.

“nothing to worry about. it's just that the kids are really energetic, but their enthusiasm is welcomed, although it does drain me out.”

you nod in understanding at his answer, before gesturing at him to follow you.

he tilts his head, confused at your actions, but then he notices your captivating hues light up, with what he assumes to be, mischief.

“students bunk classes all the time, so would it really hurt a little if a professor or two did it too?”

he stares at you for a moment, trying to process what he just heard, and really, it makes you want to die of embarrassment. then, he laughs.

he laughs, so hard that there's tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

“sure, i would love to accompany you, but really, you can't say that considering the fact that the working day is already over, can you?”

he watches you flush again. huffing, you turn away from him.

“just shut up and let me treat you to a good meal, you damn vampire. i'll spray salt all around my house if you keep this up, you know.”

he laughs once again, but refrains from teasing you further.

“all right, lead the way, then.”

really, really, you've got him wrapped around your finger, and well, he doesn't mind.

after all, you make him feel things that he thought he'd never feel again.

vyn richter has an epiphany.

maybe he should stop trying to lie to himself.

vyn richter has almost always found himself on the receiving end of peoples' affection over the years that he's lived, be it for his good looks or for his wealth. there's never really a dearth of people looking for an opportunity to have a piece of him, but he's learnt to ignore them all.

because after all, humans are the most selfish creatures of all. but, it is in this ability to feel emotions that gives them a beauty like no other, and sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes that he could be human again.

to feel his heart beat again, to feel the now frozen blood in his veins thrum with the echoes of life once again, to have his emotions crumble his very being, to feel his very own warmth, but alas, he's unable to have it.

that is, until, he met you.

you, whose warmth just radiates off of your being like the sun, and you, whose ability to get along with supernaturals like it was second nature, and you were, but one of them.

marius's mentioning of your curiosity in and about the unknown and the unseen had piqued his own into you, and truly, he can never forget the first time that he saw you.

because for the first time in a long, long while, he felt his heart thrum in rapid beats, leaving him breathless, and the liquid life in his veins burst alive like an explosion, and he knew ― he knew at that moment, that no one else but you, would be the one for him.

no one but you, who he could fall in love with, and devote his entire being to. the time he's spent with you, as he watches you smile at him in that bright, blinding way you do, and the way your affection burns through him and brings him back to an era long gone, only convincing him further.

and so, vyn richter decides.

that, maybe, he'll let himself fall and indulge himself this once.

because, there is no greater beauty, than the beauty that is love with true, deep affection.

vyn richter wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

this time, he agrees wholeheartedly.

it's a late evening, closer to dusk, when you call him out for one of your regular excursions that have now become second routine to him.

as he walks his way to the location that you'd sent him, he takes the quiet and solitude to look back at how far he's come.

it's been a long, long time since he's turned, and since he's found people he can keep close to him, but it doesn't really matter to him. not anymore, now that you're here to brighten his cloudy days.

the closer he gets to you, the more he feels it ― warmth blooming through his chest, crawling up and into his blood, setting him aflame from the inside, in a way that just screams that he's alive.

he sees you wave at him as he comes into your line of sight, and he hardens his resolve.

to tell you of the way he feels, and of his wish to spend his time with you.

you give him a small smile when he finally, finally reaches you, and he reciprocates with one of his own.

but, then he notices. it's not one of your usual happy smiles, and he finds himself frowning at the thought of something bothering you enough to take away your brilliant self.

and of course, you notice the smallest of changes in his expressions, as you always do with the tiniest of things about him (and he feels himself fall deeper, deeper into this abyss everytime you do, and he never wants to come out of it), and sigh deeply.

“i'm sorry for calling you out on such short notice, but thank you for coming ―”

he feels the nervousness roll off you, instead of the usual happiness with that twinge of mischief, and he feels some things that he hasn't felt in a long time crawl up his being.

fear and anxiety.

but he shakes it off, in favour of listening to you, and not the what ifs? his mind keeps conjuring about the worst of scenarios that could possibly happen.

“i've got something to tell you.”

he nearly feels his heart stop in his chest (and he forgets for a moment that it was nigh impossible for it to happen, since it stopped beating a long, long time ago), but keeps his composure.

“vyn richter, i ―”

he holds his breath, ready for to hear anything and bear the consequences of it, but a part of him wants to oppose it, and he shuts it down.

“i'm in love with you.”

he blinks. once, twice. as of he's unable to believe what he's heard, because he really can't and it all seems like a cruel joke that his mind's made up ―

“what did you just say?”

he hears you sigh, and you begin to speak again.

“i'm in love with you, vyn. have been since the day i first saw you.”

so he really did hear it right. and then, he feels relief washing over him, and he can't help but want to hear it again and again and again.

“once more.”

“what?”

“say it once more.”

“what? that i'm in love with you?”

“yes,” he says, breathless.

“fine,” you drawl out, embarrassed for a reason unknown to you.

“vyn richter, i am so, so in love with you, to the point that i want to spend the rest of my time with you, and i want to be your happiest memory.”

he smiles, and it's not that charming, enigmatic smile he gives everybody else ― this one's genuine, and you know from the way his eyes crinkle a little.

“i love you too.”

then, you smile too, and soon enough, the two of you are laughing for a reason that neither of you know, but really, he swears, he's never been this happy.

as he calms down, he finally, finally, finds his courage to ask you, but you beat him to it once again.

“can i kiss you?”

and all he can do is nod, because he doesn't trust himself at the moment, not to say something that'll ruin this precious little moment.

kissing you is an explosion of emotion, and all he wants is to feel it again, all over again, like it was the first time, and soon enough, one of his hands is threading through your hair, and the other pulling you close, closer than he thought would be possible.

he never wants to let go of you, but he reluctantly does so, because you are human, and humans need to breathe.

you smile at him, the one he loves so, so much and he can't help but want to kiss you again.

so, he does, and joy bursts through every fibre of his being when you respond with equal fervour and enthusiasm. it's only when he feels you tapping at his shoulder, that he pulls away.

“now that we've established how we feel about each other, there's something else i need to tell you about.”

he listens with rapt attention, not wanting to miss anything.

“make a blood bond with me.”

and for the second time that evening, vyn richter is left stupefied, because the person he loves now (and the fact that he just found out a few minutes ago) wants to have the vampire equivalent of a demon contract (and the human equivalent of an engagement) now?

“are you sure?”

he's happy, he really is, but he wants to make sure that this is what you really, really want.

“i am.”

he searches your face and body language for any sign of hesitation, but when he doesn't find any, he finally agrees.

he kisses you once again, and slowly moves his way towards your neck. his touch his feather-light, and he handles you like you are someone made of glass, someone that will shatter at just the wrong touch.

when he finally, finally sinks his fangs into you, and the taste of you tumbles into his mouth, he feels a closer, deeper, bond forge itself between him and you, and he can't find it in himself to complain.

not when he finds himself getting addicted to the feeling of you, the taste of you and you in your entire being.

he pulls away slowly, so as to not hurt you, and a small marking manifests onto your skin, at the very place he bit you.

he finds himself strangely proud, and you look the happiest he's seen you.

“please, do know that i'm never letting you go now.”

you laugh, and it's music to his ears.

“would never dream of it, and it's more like you're stuck with me.”

yeah, he really wouldn't mind that, not one bit, and vyn knows that he's made the right decision.

you were, are and will always be the one for him.

“so, when are we holding our wedding?”

“oh, shut up and kiss me first, and then take me out on a date, we'll think about it afterwards, human.”

“your wish is my command, but we're definitely inviting my students to the wedding.”

he ends up kissing you to shut you up himself.

yeah, he definitely wouldn't mind spending his eternity with you.

vyn has come a long way. from being someone who has had nothing, to someone who has everything, and the reason for it all, is you. you and your brilliantly wonderful self, you're the one who his heart yearns for.

and he would never, ever, have it any other way.

✦ notes; holy that is long ― but i hope you enjoy it! i certainly did writing it, and i hope you will too, reading it! now to write that android artem fic ―

take care of yourself and remember to take breaks <3

― rine

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rhenuvee · 3 months

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Warnings: nudity, suggestive (if you want to interpret it that way)

Hoyoverse men who are confused when you shriek after finding him naked while relaxing in the bath. He even encourages you to join him only wanting to be soft and intimate with you. He has nothing to hide from you- there's nothing wrong with seeing your lover in the bathtub. It's just a bath, isn't it? You shyly offer to just wash his hair for him instead. He chuckles fondly at your flustered reaction, and lets you pamper him.

And yet they can't help themselves when they blush as red as a tomato when it's your turn to bath. He watches your curious eyes, how innocent and oblivious to why he was acting so strange,. He couldn't help but get flustered when seeing you only in a towel. You didn't even need to lift a finger to portray this natural beauty.

He wants to pamper you too. Though you insist he doesn't have to- he does. You're his lover after all. So he instantly prepares some fancy things for your bath. Salts, candles, bubbles, flower petals. Treating you like royalty, he holds your fragile hand as you carefully step into the tub. He offers to wash your hair as well, as you did with him. Midway through your relaxation with his fingers tangled in your hair, you innocently ask him why he suddenly stopped and why he was hesitating. He finds this hard to answer.

It's just a bath, isn't it?

Diluc, Neuvillette, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli, Argenti, Blade, Jing Yuan, Luke, Artem, Vyn, Marius (imagine your faves as you like, this is just who I thought of!)

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chalkscene · 6 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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tuwlips · 2 months

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revasserium · 8 months

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nxx #1 - waking up with you

artem.

you wake up to find him watching you, the summer sky of his eyes fixed on you as you smile and yawn and curl closer. “sleep well?” he asks, his voice still husky and rough, the silk and gravel of a jazz singer in a smoke-filled bar, delicious and intoxicating. he asks you about your dreams, traces soft, abstract lines into the bare skin of your waist, smiles at the way you get shy when you realize what a mess your hair is, tugs you back when you try to pull away from him to straighten it out — he says, “no… let be it,” he says, “it looks good like this… just like this…”, he says, “sometimes… i think i’m still dreaming when i wake up next to you,”, he says, “look at me…” and he smiles, cups your cheek, holds you still as you stare back at him, searching his eyes only to find love and love and love.

luke.

you wake up to find him watching you, though he’s still clearly barely awake himself — there’s a shy, lazy grin caught on his lips and he slips over to slip his arm around your waist to pull you closer, nuzzle into your cheek if only to make you laugh. “hey! what’s so funny?” he asks, a pout already pressed between his lips, his eyes drawn large and puppy-like, but you smile and shake your head, tell him that it’s nothing, kiss the tip of his nose just to see him blush before he dives on top of you, pinning you beneath him with a bright laugh, “ah, so that’s how you wanna play?” he says, his honeycomb hair falling to frame his face and you — you stare up at him, breathless. he has the decency to blush again before collapsing at your side and tugging you closer, “mm… it’s too early for that, isn’t it?” he asks, looping his arm around your middle and pulling you close, “let’s sleep in for just a bit longer, hm?”

vyn.

you wake up to find him watching you, his cheek propped up on the heel of his hand, his eyes like twin stars, bright and burning and inquisitive, “ah… good morning, my sleeping beauty,” he says, smiling as you bury your face in your pillow to stifle a yawn, feeling you cheeks heat at the thought of him watching you sleep for god knows how long and — were you drooling? he laughs as you peer up at him over the top of your pillow, your hair a birds nest sitting atop your head — he reaches out to muss it up even more, a fond smile gracing his lips as he leans in. he kisses both your eyelids before pulling back, “good dreams, i hope? you were smiling a lot so…” he cocks his head to watch you, ever the scientist as you are ever the butterfly, pinned to the cushion beneath him. “s-something like that…” you say, averting your eyes as you try not to recall the details of your less-than-kosher dream of him, but he only leans in, his smile widening slightly as he pulls you closer, “mm… tell me about it… and maybe… we’ll be able to make some of those dreams come true, hm?”

marius.

you wake up to find him asleep — or so you think, but the grin on his lips tells you otherwise, and when you try to pull away, a pair of arms reaches out to tug you back against his warm chest, his hold on you tight and steady as you feel him nosing into the back of your neck, “ah… jiejie… how mean — trying to leave me before i wake up…” you laugh to yourself before flipping over to meet his dazzling, gemstone gaze, pursing your lips as you take him in, “if you were asleep, how’d you know i was trying to leave?” you ask, but he only crinkles his nose and leans in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, whining even as you feel him smirk against your skin — “so mean, jiejie… bullying me on a weekend morning… after everything that happened last night…” you feel yourself go hot at his words, thinking back to last night — to the heat and friction, to the give and take. you swallow as he chuckles, pulling back to pin you with those saturday night eyes of his — “don’t you think you owe me just a little, hm?” he asks, pulling you beneath him and pinning you there, “didn’t you promise you’d make me feel good too?” and you can barely nod before he’s grazing his lips along the bare skin of your shoulder, letting out a soft, wanton moan, “so… how about we start… right now?”

tot MARIUS reqs are officially open u__u

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thelost-in-time · 10 months

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"Don't cry."

Suddenly, the empty spot next to you on the floor was empty no longer, and an arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you gently into a warm chest.

When you looked up, your tear filled eyes met the concerned gaze of your lover's.

"Here. I've got you some tissues, and some water."

Came the soft and gentle voice of your partner, their touch just as soft as they gently wiped your tears.

They pulled away for a moment, giving you some personal space, but they held the water to you.

"Please drink some water. Crying a lot makes you dehydrated, and I don't want you to get a headache."

Even if you tried to reject, they kept holding the water to you until you took at least a sip.

And once you drank a bit of water, they had a gentle smile on their face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"That's my love."

They sat with you in a few moments of silence, knowing that sometimes as long as you have someone by your side, speaking wouldn't be as important at times.

Just knowing someone was by your side was calming, to them anyway.

"I know you probably don't want to talk about it right now, but whatever it is that has you crying, you're not alone. I'm right here. Whether your insecurities are making you cry, whether you lost someone you love for, or any other reason. I'm here. I'm not leaving you. I'll always be here. And I'll always love you. You're not alone. Lean on me."

They tell you with a gentle tone, glancing over at you, and as if to seal their promise, they pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"And if it is your insecurities, just know that I love each of your insecurities. Every single bit of you. You may be insecure of things, but I love those parts of you too. You're stunning. Inside and out, and I love you. You've helped me love my insecurities, and I will not hesitate to attempt to help you love your insecurities too. If it's something you can't change, like scars or anything else, then those insecurities are beautiful too."

They say softly, thinking to how you had comforted them in the past for their insecurities, things they found distasteful until you taught them to love their insecurities.

"But if that's not why you're crying, if you've lost someone, then I know this pain is great. It may feel like you'll never get over this, and I won't lie, it will hurt for a long time. But you don't have to deal with the pain alone. I'm here, you can rely on me. You don't have to deal with any of your problems alone. I'm here. I'll take care of you. You always take care of me, my love, so allow me to take care of you too."

And even if you didn't feel like it in the moment, your lover was determined to look after you in any way they could.

They wanted to see you genuinely happy, so they would not stop until you felt okay once more.

No matter how long it would take, a few weeks, months, years, or even a lifetime. They would always take care of you, no matter what.

Likes and reblogs are welcomed, and highly appreciated.

I needed comfort, so I wrote comfort. I genuinely hope this comforted you guys as well.

Sending hugs to everyone who needs it, along with a comfort pack of anything of your choice.

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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Helping Artem Wing Say Awake by Letting Him Bend You Over the Desk

Pairing: Artem Wing x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, office sex, desk sex, adrenaline rush to wake up, co-workers to lovers, doggie style

A/N: Its like that meme where someone's energy is low and then it gets recharged when they see the person they like.

You noticed his eyes closing but as he was a stubborn man he wasn't going home until he finished what he was currently working on

Coffee didn't seem to be working on him anymore, you were pretty sure he was immune

If you wanted to help him get through this you needed to find a different way to keep him awake, you had an idea but you've never done it at work before, good thing you were all alone here now so there was no risk of getting caught for indecency

You thought he'd be sluggish and slow but the moment his cock sank into your pussy he started fucking you so hard that all the papers mixed on the shaking desk

The fast pace took you by surprise, he must have been more sexually frustrated then tired from work

He was already more awake then when you started, you mission was accomplished but now you had another task

For that to happen you pushed yourself flat against the desk, your bra pushed down so you felt the cold surface further stiffening your nipples and started jerking him off with your pussy, making it pulse and clench around his length

Artem knew what you were trying to do but there was a risk if he came inside you with no condom on, you knew that too and yet you're teasing him with it

Even if he's not able to come inside you he can fuck you until you beg him to it anyway, with your words

Now fully awake he's slamming his hips against your ass, his cock slick with your arousal, his tie completely loose and hanging around his neck, there for you to pull him into a kiss as soon as you're ready to come

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot #tot x reader #artem wing #artem wing x reader #artem x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot imagine #artem wing imagine #tears of themis headcanons #tot headcanons #artem wing hadcanons #tears of themis smut #tot smut #artem wing smut #artem tears of themis #x female reader

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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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satoruxx · 11 months

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wishful thinking.

cw: suggestive, implied 18+ content

he’s in a dilemma.

he doesn’t know how or why he’s gotten into this situation. it was just supposed to be a normal evening, spending time with you as you rant to him about your day. normally you’d talk and he’d listen, occasionally inputting his own advice or opinion as you chat.

but today he’s struggling. he’s struggling because of you and your frustratingly endearing actions. he’s struggling because you’re sitting in front of him and rambling on, unaware that he’s staring at the way your mouth moves as you speak. it gets worse when you pick up one of the strawberries you were snacking on and take a bite. he swears you do it in slow motion, and he can’t help but eagerly watch the way your lips pucker as you bite into the fruit.

he realizes he’s confusing himself again. he shouldn’t be doing this, especially when he’s supposed to be playing the part of your loyal and understanding best friend. but as guilty as he is to admit it, it's not the first time. you make it so difficult for him, and his thoughts just start running.

he’s definitely not thinking of erasing the line that’s normally between the two of you. of course not. he’s not thinking about how nice it would be to actually pull you closer while the two of you are lounging on the couch, letting his skin brush against yours.

he’s not thinking about the two of you coming home to one another everyday, falling into each other's arms for the sake of comfort. he’s not thinking of how invigorating it would be to be able to press his lips to yours whenever he’d like, to see what they tasted like. he definitely doesn’t think they’d taste like strawberries.

he’s not thinking of being able to touch you like nobody else does, amidst bedsheets and discarded clothes. he’s not imagining the way you’d sweetly pant his name as he gives you all the pleasures in the world. and he’s definitely not thinking of the way your shiny eyes would roll back as he presses himself into you, ecstasy written all over your face. ecstasy only he could give you.

you suddenly wave your hand in front of his eyes, laughing slightly, and he blinks in confusion. “what’s up with you? you’re so distracted today.”

he clears his throat, cheeks heating up a little at his muddled thoughts.

there’s a brief urge to spill all of his ideas to you right then and there. but then he gets worried as he realizes that’s too big of a risk to take. because you’re his best friend and that’s already more than he deserves, so how can he possibly be selfish enough to ask for more?

so he just shakes his head, pushing down his longing feelings yet again. for now, he tells himself.

he gives you a small smile, motioning for you to keep talking. “nothing.” he answers, eyes softly trailing over your curious little grin. “everything’s fine.”

KAEYA ALBERICH, kaveh, gojo satoru, armin arlert, KUROO TETSURO, kageyama tobio, takami keigo, artem wing, bokuto koutaro, geto suguru, childe, diluc ragnvindr, itto, kaedehara kazuha, cyno, DAN HENG, jean kirstein, alhaitham, tomioka giyu, and any of your favs i missed!

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ohthemis · 7 months

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Hi! May i request a fanfic?? Where tot male leads are sick and mc is taking care of them, despite them saying they are fine and later on they starts acting clingy? Thank you so much! Stay safe :)

tot boys when they're sick

characters: all

a/n: ive been gone for centuries lol, sorry i got into a big school and underestimated the workload. finished this because i ditched my case study after a breakdown.

ARTEM WING

he just wants to work, so why won't you just let him work? "i'm fine, mc. i promise, so please, just give me some time to work in peace." he knows he's being snappy, and it isn't fair to you, who just wants to help him, but it's not like he's dying.

you come behind him and tenderly place your hands on his shoulders. "you're sick, artem. please rest?" he sighs, he's trying to understand you, after all he'd do the same for you, but he can't help the nagging feeling of annoyance pulling on his chest.

"mc, i really need you to get out of my office right now. okay?" he doesn't intend for his tone to be so sharp, so mean, but that's exactly how it comes out. you sigh and do as he says, not before giving him a soft kiss on his scalp.

artem then proceeds to go back to work, or at the very least, he tries to. he feels sick and he feels guilty. he reluctantly gets up and opens his office door, greeted by the sight of warm soup and some tea prepped up by his doorstep.

his legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he's already wrapping his arms around you on the bed. he relishes the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. 'it's good to be sick once in a while', he thinks.

MARIUS VON HAGEN

he playfully nudges you away, "i'm fiiiine." his voice is nasally and hoarse, and his skin is paling. you both know he's not fine. "marius, i'm serious right now. let's get you to bed." he refuses again, his hands still typing away on the laptop, despite your tugging on his sleeve.

you even go as far as to try and entice him to bed. "come on, i'll even join you." he grins at that. "tempting offer, but this needs to get done asap, mc." you sigh at his stubbornness. "marius, you look like you're at death's doorstep." but he doesn't budge.

eventually, you're left no choice but to make him some soup and resign yourself to the sofa behind him. you're tapping away on your phone when you feel it. the sofa dips beside you, and he drops his head into your lap.

"mc, my head hurts so bad. i think i'm dying." you roll your eyes but your fingers almost reflexively start to massage his forehead. "that's why i told you to get off your computer and come rest." he sighs into your stomach as your ministrations on his skin relieve him of some pain.

"mm, you're always right, mc. offer still up for the bed." you help him up on his feet. "yeah. but don't get any ideas. you're sick." he lays his head on your shoulder, "'m not that sick." he proceeds to collapse on the bed within seconds of laying down.

LUKE PEARCE

he's coughing his heart out and you're to your knees in worry for him. he, as always, assures you that it's nothing. in the morning, he tells you he was just choking on breakfast. now, he's telling you that he just swallowed wrong.

"luke, you're not fine. please just rest." you plead with him to the best of your abilities, but he refuses to budge. luke smiles at you reassuringly. "for what? just something in my throat is all." you sigh, knowing there isn't much you can do to argue with him.

he goes back to tinkering an old watch a client left for him to fix. you hear a sharp intake of breath and luke slowly turns around. you look up, and you nearly collapse yourself once you see the blood dripping from his nose, down to his shirt.

you're quickly standing next to him, panicking. luke calmly instructs you what to do, and you follow his words. your hands tremble as you tend to him, and he lets you lead him to the bedroom.

that night, he can barely sleep. he's tossing and turning, going between shivering cold and sweating hot. you spend the night kissing his tears away, brushing the damp strands of hair away from his forehead, and adjusting the ac as needed. he finally falls asleep during the early peaks of the morning, his hand tightly wrapped around yours.

VYN RICHTER

vyn is a stubborn man. you should be used to it by now. there's no point in arguing with him, especially when he's dead set on something. but you wish that he'd just listen to you this once. "vyn, you aren't fine. you're sniffling and clearing your throat ever five seconds." he repeats the same thing he told you five minutes ago.

"it's just a cold, don't worry too much about it." but what kind of cold has him staggering as he walks or refusing lunch because he just has no appetite? you come over and wrap your arms around him, a frown on your face. he kisses your jaw and goes back to his papers.

you try to tug on his shoulder gently. "please? just listen to me this once. please?" he signs something, before humming. he sighs and stands up from his seat. "alright. lead the way." you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. you lay him down, and he thinks it's sweet how much you care for him.

he thinks it's sweet until he's on the brink of insanity because he feels absolutely sick and you're busy getting some medicine for him. "mc, just let me die, i need you here," he whines from the bedroom. you've heard the same thing in about 30 variations in 5 minutes.

once you get back with his pills, he practically inhales the drugs and latches onto you. he grabs you by the arm and pulls you in. "please stay," he asks, in a voice softer than you've ever heard from him. "you won't let me go anyway," you reply. he hums smugly.

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tahdashi · 1 year

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CRAWLING INTO HIS LAP. . .

✦ ft: the tot boys x gn!reader

✦ a/n: i am a physical touch and sweet pet name enthusiast

✦ ARTEM came back from the firm a few hours ago. sleepiness was apparent in the way he sat on the couch — his feet propped up on the coffee table and a cup of tea in his hand. his head was thrown back to rest on the back of the couch, and you could see the way that the rise and fall of his chest seemed to slow down a bit. the last of the golden sun cast its honeyed rays into the living room, surrounding your boyfriend in a comforting glow. you made your way over to him, careful not to let the floor creak too loud underneath you. as he sees you approach, artem places the cup aside and lets you lift his arm so that you can slide under it, settling against his chest with a hum. "oh, hi, sweetheart." his words are laced with a yawn and his sapphire eyes gleam with adoration. "do you need something?" you shake your head, curling into his chest and adjusting your legs on top of his. your arms make their way around his torso, enveloping him in your scent and warmth. "i just missed you," you murmur into him. you feel his lips press into the top of your head, and soon, his hand rubbing circles into your back. and before you know it, your bodies sleep peacefully as the sun retreats.

✦ MARIUS always takes time for himself between meetings. he scrolls through his phone at his desk, sipping on an iced coffee that was a bit watered down, but still did the job of keeping him awake for the rest of his busy day. he sees you come in from the corner of his eye and immediately swivels the chair around in your direction. his hands find your waist, and he widens his legs so you can find your place between them. as you settle into his lap, marius’ hands trace shapes into your back. “hey, missed me?” you nod into his chest and marius, a bit too delighted with your answer, coos as he presses kisses all over your face. you can’t even push him away if you tried — the obnoxious sound of each kiss fills the room. “you’re so cute, did you know that?” “hmm, not like my boyfriend tells me every day.” and with that, marius nods profusely, knowing he’s the boyfriend that gets to see your pretty face each day (and also the one to kiss you all over — lucky him). you try to push yourself up from his lap, but his arms don’t let you. you should know better, really, because when marius gets to hold you, he has a hard time letting go.

✦ LUKE always went straight to your bed after a long day to relax. he'd woken up early this morning to head to the antique store and work on some projects for clients, followed by half his day being spent investigating a particularly challenging case. you could tell he had a hard day — his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes dull as he scrolled through his phone. you tiptoe into the room, and the second he sees you, his entire body relaxes. he reaches his arms up to stretch his body out and you take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and catching him by surprise. "oh, joining me, pretty?" his arms come back down to link behind your back and he tucks you even closer to his body, leaning his head on top of yours. you pull away for a second to see his relaxed face and place a soft kiss between his previously furrowed brows. he quickly pulls you back in. "let's stay like this for a bit," he yawns. "thanks for being here with me, babe."

✦ VYN was working at his desk, sorting through some files. classical music played in the background and he hummed along to the familiar tunes that reminded him of you. a smile appears on his face the second you walk into the room, and he immediately puts all his attention on you. his eyes follow your figure as you make your way to his chair. rolling away from the desk, vyn makes room for you to carefully seat yourself on his lap. his smile never fades — he loves being close to you. "i'm sorry i've been so busy, love. just a few more files and i'm all yours." sincerity pools in his eyes, radiating warmth meant just for you. you tell him to take his time, getting comfortable and playing with his hair while he continues his work. the rosy blush never leaves his cheek just like the hand on your side never stops smoothing along your skin. your heart beats against his, and he thinks that perhaps he should always work like this.

reblogs are appreciated !

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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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augustinewrites · 8 months

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artem.wing requested to follow you!

when you pull out your phone, you have to check the notification twice to make sure you’ve read it correctly. you even go so far as to tap it, watching curiously as your phone opens pax’s newest social media app.

this couldn’t possibly be your artem wing. your fellow senior partner at themis artem wing, who once called social media positively mind-numbing.

but it is artem, a cursory glance at the profile picture confirms. not only is the picture he uses the exact same as his identification badge, but his account is already verified — no doubt due to his association with marius von hagen.

you purse your lips in an attempt to stifle your laughter as you stalk study the rest of his profile.

Artem Wing Senior Attorney at Themis Law Firm [email protected] (serious inquiries only)

it’s professional and clean, with all the aspects of an account made for business purposes. was this the firm’s latest marketing strategy? you really must have zoned out during the last staff meeting.

smiling, you accept his follow request and send one back just as celestine returns from the restroom.

“who has you smiling at your phone like that?” she asks, taking a sip of her iced tea. “is it your secret boyfriend again? when are you going to let me meet him?”

you take a bite of your salad, shrugging. “i told you, he’s shy.”

she sets her glass down, resting her elbows on the table. “yeah, but you’re always gushing about how sweet he is! you said he was a lawyer, right? is it howard syter? from baldr?”

last week, you’d let it slip that your secret boyfriend was also a lawyer. since then celestine and kiki had been hurtling name after name at you, trying to guess his identity.

it’s not like you wanted to keep his identity a secret forever. it was just that the two of you were happy in this little bubble of yours. the gentle, intimate mornings spent swaying in each other’s embrace to his morning coffee playlist. the private date nights at his apartment that are spent cooking dinner together.

“ah,” celestine giggles. “you’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

you try and fail to fight the heat crawling up your neck, thankful when your phone chimes with a notification in your bag.

“it might be about my civil suit,” you tell her, eager for the distraction.

you dig your phone out of your bag, checking the notification.

artem.wing tagged you in a post

your heart skips a beat, and you hesitate before tapping the notification.

_____

artem looks up when his office door is thrown open. he’s glad to see that it’s you, even if you’re wearing that look on your face, the one you put on when you’re crossing a witness in court.

“mr. wing,” you greet tersely. “do you have a moment?”

he rises from his seat and buttons his suit jacket, smiling. “for you, always.”

“oh, stop being cute,” you mutter. “why did you tag me in your thirst trap?”

“thirst trap?” he echoes, genuinely confused.

“artem,” you whisper harshly. “you posted a shirtless picture of yourself at the gym and tagged me in it! now everyone will know that we’re dating!”

“but my account is on private,” he frowns. “and i only tagged you…”

“everyone you let follow your account can see that picture!” you explain. “that includes celestine, jeremy, kiki, rosa, luke, dr. richter, marius—”

this is the last time he’ll ever let marius von hagen peer pressure him into anything.

“so…you didn’t like the photo?” he asks, rounding his desk to stand in front of you. he seems entirely unfazed by this ideal, despite the fact that everyone on his follow list has now seen his abs.

you seem taken aback by his question, avoiding his gaze. “i didn’t say that…”

you both startle when celestine pounds on the glass wall of his office, holding up her phone.

“i knew it!” she shouts through the glass. her shouting draws the attention of kiki, rosa, and just about every other employee in the firm.

you’re absolutely mortified, but artem simply takes your hand, pressing a kiss to the backs of your fingers before pulling you in to wrap his arms around you.

you don’t fight him, simply sighing deeply and hiding your face in his chest as celestine cheers loudly.

“i’m sorry, love,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “next time i’ll send my ‘thirst traps’ directly to you via text.”

“you owe me,” you mutter, but you’re smiling as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

“i suppose now we have to take that very romantic walk down to hr.”

_____

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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eros7hanatos · 2 months

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➽ Things NXX members do when you get sick

Warnings: established relationships, character and reader live together, pure fluff, SFW, reader doesn’t have to be Rosa, gn reader

Word count: 754

A/N: some fluff to clear my thoughts and make me less stressed TT, I’m in love with all of them.

Luke Pearce

A little panicked, as soon as you stumbled out of your room to go on about your day, your face flushed for no apparent reason he yelped, “No way you’re going anywhere today! You’re staying at home and recovering!”

Literally rushes to the convenience store nearby to buy you medicine. You wake up from your nap to see him drenched in sweat with a plastic bag in his hand and a smile on his face.

Knows your favorite foods that you eat when you're sick and tries his best to make it but, well, he’s not the best cook. So he buys some instead.

He makes sure that you take your medicines on time and always stays by your side.

Drowns you in hugs and kisses, no matter what you say or do can make him stop. “Luke! You’re going to get sick as well!” he continues to drown you in love and affection.

Such a cutie, trying his best to take care of you. Cheers you up by telling stories, either from his past or funny stories of you guys.

Artem Wing

Immediately pulls you back to bed as soon as he feels your temperature. “You have a fever. You need to stay home and rest.”

A lot calmer than Luke or Marius.

Has basic medicine at home, since he’s a workaholic he takes medicine and works from home. Quickly drives to the nearest convenience store to buy more medicine, if needed. He won’t do anything like that to you though. Insists you stay in bed.

Offers to clear up work or studies for you if on a deadline or urgent.

Home cooked meals, he’s a great cook, I just know it.

Such a serious and worried cutie, tries his best to help. Offers his arm for support wherever you go and feeds you water every 30 minutes.

Vyn Richter

Notices something is off almost instantly. “You don’t look so well.” “I’m fine.” after a few moments of silence, and of him inspecting you, “You’re sick. You need to rest.”

Definitely the calmest in the group. I mean he’s a doctor. Psychiatrist, but he still has the general medical knowledge.

Has ALL the medicine you need, throat lozenges? check. Tylenol for headaches? check. No convenience store run for him.

Brews you herbal tea depending on your symptoms and omg are they delicious and cures your sore throat almost instantaneously. Reminds you to take your medicine on time, never misses one.

Acts as an actual doctor in hopes of cheering you up, “It seems like you’ve been overworked for too long, too much stress. I prescribe you 3-5 days of rest.” “Yes, Dr. Richter~” you play along, having fun.

Marius von Hagen

At first he panicked when he felt your body rising in temperature. “Ah! Jiejie, why’re you so hot?” You laugh at his wording, even if your throat hurts. “I know I’m hot, but thanks for the reassurance” you tease him back. “You have a fever, Jiejie!” he says, touching your forehead, ignoring what you just said.

Such a drama queen. Has Payton bring every single medicine they could find in that huge mansion of his as well as send Payton to go buy every single medicine on the shelf of the nearby convenience store.

Was about to call the ambulance, which you refused of course, “It’s just a fever! Rest and water is all I need!” He insists on driving you to the hospital. After a talk with Payton, both of you begging Marius that it’s not that bad, he reluctantly agrees.

He contacts AT LEAST 3 doctors to come immediately to treat you. All of this makes you even more tired, you decide to lie down and take a break from all of his… worried actions…

He finally finds you in his room, all wrapped up and sleeping. He stays by your side the whole time, offering help when not even needed.

“Where are you going?” “To the toilet.” “Let me help.” He helps bring you to the toilet, just as you step inside he doesn’t leave. You raise an eyebrow. “Um?” “I can help!” “I don’t need help anymore! I can pee by myself!” “but-” “Marius, get out!” ”forgive him. He just worries about you <3

Once you get better though, ohoho, he’s teasing you about this every chance he gets. You soon miss the quiet days of your fever and how he was always worried and listening to you. Now he’s back to his teasing and antics.

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