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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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angelltheninth · 3 months

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

Pairing: Vyn Richter x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

But he likes your possessiveness, it's cute

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

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

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

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

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

You trusted your husband to pull out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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themisimagines · 8 months

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labyrinth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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anantxru · 2 years

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 !

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

𖣠 warnings: nsfw

𖣠 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

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

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

𖣠 𝐕𝐘𝐍

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

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

𖣠 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄

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

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

𖣠 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌

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

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

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archonette · 2 years

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cw ; edging, overstimulation, oral (receiving), bondage, anal, creampie.

minors dni.

thinking about them while they look up at you with a heavy smirk on their faces while sucking the entire soul out of your cunt/cock as you grab them by their hair, slowly inching your way to cumming but stops when you're about to scream their name in pleasure.

you try to close your thighs on their face but can't because your ankles are spread apart, tied to the two bottom bedposts and unable to prevent them from doing anything to you.

you can't see anything, since you're blindfolded but as soon as you thought they were done, you felt your asshole being penetrated by their lube-coated dick. While they spread out your ass, they rub your clit with their fingers/your dick with their hand in the fastest way they can, synchronizing their thrusts with their hand.

you both finish together. their sweet, creamy white cum dripping from your insides trailing down your ass cheeks whilst both of your cums mix and eventually pool around your ass.

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lunargrapejuice · 1 year

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no denying

vyn richter x reader with no pronouns used

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"so good for me y/n."

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xiax · 2 years

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#ANAL !

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

;contents. anal sex, rimming

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

✣ all characters presumed to be 18+

୨୧ minors do not interact. reblogs/comments appreciated!

! ARTEM WING.

cw. rimming, first time technically tho ur not virgins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

! VYN RICHTER

cw. squirting, soft!vyn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

! LUKE PEARCE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

! MARIUS VON HAGEN

cw. ruined orgasm, anal as a punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

almost.

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

@xiax // do not modify or repost

#tot smut #tears of themis smut #tot x reader #tears of themis x reader #artem wing smut #artem wing x reader #luke pearce x reader #luke pearce smut #vyn richter x reader #vyn richter smut #marius von hagen x reader #marius von hagen smut

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luvymuses · 2 months

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masterlist ⠀ ♡

⠀ ┄ ⠀ ⠀ଓ࿐ ⠀ [all with]⠀⠀♡ ⠀[afab] ⠀⠀♡ ⠀[reader]⠀ ͙ࣳ

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⠀⠀⠀⿻ ⠀ he ⠀ so ⠀horny, ⠀yeah, ⠀he ⠀want ⠀ to ⠀fuck ⠀᮫ ⠀꒱ ⠀

ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ⠀ tears of themis

—➺༻ marius

dance for me, jiejie - 15.8k words

—➺༻ artem

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—➺༻ vyn

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—➺༻ luke

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—➺༻ nxx men

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ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ⠀ love & deep space

—➺༻ rafayel

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—➺༻ zayne

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—➺༻ xavier

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—➺༻ sylus

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alstroemeriadissonance · 8 months

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Comfort Food (NSFW)

#vyn richter #tears of themis #mo yi #tears of themis fanfic #vyn richter smut #tears of themis smut

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miam0re · 1 year

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I wrote some mer!vyn smut on AO3 if yall wanna read 👀

Love y'all mwah

#mia.writes #mia.smut #tears of themis #tears of themis smut #vyn smut #vyn richter smut #mer!vyn smut

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byizoyas · 8 months

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tears of themis ; hcs

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ artem ˊˎ-

spork

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

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ vyn ˊˎ-

reversed cowgirl

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

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ luke ˊˎ-

doggy style

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

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ marius ˊˎ-

table top

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

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

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

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sdaomine · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams, Detective

Luke Pearce suddenly hears indecent noises in the middle of the night.

“Woah, there’s only one bed?” Marius inquired the moment they entered their suite.

“Oh? And which fool was in charge of booking our suite tonight?” countered Vyn, almost snarling, and the younger man—despite his towering height—felt himself shrink under the doctor’s icy stare. “I am exhausted. Please,” Vyn groaned, his fingers reaching to massage his temples. The bed was probably the most seductive thing in his eyes right now.

Marius fumbled with his phone. “Ah, shit. Sorry, I’ll check our booking—”

“I think it’s fine. The bed’s fairly big. Three of us can fit and there would still be some teeny tiny space left." Luke shrugged his shoulders and plopped on the bed nonchalantly, the mattress sinking under his weight. "Whatever you guys decide. I'm all right with anything. I'm pretty tired too…." And pretty drunk. He knew he shouldn't have taken a few more beers without his NSB meds.

“Then I’ll take the couch,” Artem said. Everyone mumbled their agreements.

Marius glanced over Vyn, then, golden eyes still shooting him daggers. He of all people should’ve known how much of a bitch Vyn can get when he’s tired and sleepy, but he's used to it by now, anyway.

Despite himself, Marius crossed his arms and cocked a questioning brow.

“Fine,” Vyn said, his tone resigned. “I do not have a choice, yes?”

Marius rested his hands on his hips. “Eh, I’ll just make it up to you. What do you want?”

“Just let me sleep in peace.” Or not.

“Meh, easy-peasy. Go on, then. The bed looks nice.” Marius took off his coat, draped it atop the couch; the rest of the team also removed their pieces of clothing, all eager to finally get their much-awaited sleep. Everyone’s so exhausted it’s possible they’d awake hours past eleven.

Their case this time around was quite more challenging than the previous ones. It was complex enough that the team was required to travel across the globe, proceed to investigations immediately after stepping down from the plane, even with the jetlag. Vyn could barely stand; he had to quit his morning tea and chug three mugs of Artem's strong coffee, and with little to no rest, the entire team had to go mingle in a crowded—crowded was an understatement—bar the whole night in an attempt to get their hands on the investigation’s main suspect.

But to no avail.

And now they’re in a one-bed hotel room after half a night of fake partying, and the team realized that fake partying was much more challenging than actually partying; and they did all of that for nothing, which led a frustrated Marius down a whole bottle of wine and Vyn, his remaining sanity thrown out of the window, joined in chugging some alcohol, too. It was quite surprising they didn't get that drunk.

Artem would’ve, if he drank in the first place.

Speaking of Artem, the senior attorney was already passed out on the couch; Luke already lying on his back on the king-sized bed, and Vyn now crawling onto the sheets. Marius followed suit and positioned himself beside the older man. “Please don’t kill me in your sleep. You almost did last time,” he reminded Vyn.

“Sleep on the floor, then.”

Marius stuck out his tongue. “In your dreams.”

“Do not bother me in my sleep, or I must kill you for real.”

“Don’t you think your threats are getting a little too old?” I kept kissing your neck the other night, and you didn’t really kill me for that…

“Just let him sleep, man,” Luke chided, throwing him a glare from the other side of the bed. Marius was on the left, Vyn in the middle, then Luke beside him. “Can you switch off the lampshade?”

“Yeah, sure.” Marius flicked his finger on the switch, and the light shut. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too, man.”

“I hope you get a nightmare,” Vyn murmured, and Luke bit back a chuckle.

Marius rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Vyn,” he countered, pulling himself under the covers. It wasn’t too soon when quiet hung over the suite, and everyone was asleep.

Or so Luke thought.

He was awake, the bright detective. Why, for that night they went to the bar his Rosa had a little too much to drink and slipped up, confessing her love for him. Oh, how her face turned red at the realization she'd revealed to him her affection—Luke blushed at the sheer memory of it. And you know what the best part is? Rosa said she'd call him tonight, and he was all but anticipated, restless as he waited for his phone to ring, to see the name Rosa written on the screen.

Twelve minutes, came his thought. Twelve minutes before she calls—twelve minutes before it’s two in the morning and he’d hear the sweet melody that was her voice again. The pretty sound that would lull him to a peaceful sleep… oh, her voice, he wanted to hear her talk the entire night.

But instead of her voice that he so patiently waited for, Luke started gathering… other kinds of sounds. Like barely suppressed sighs, and small whispers, and… and…

Oh—oh shit.

Those voices. They were definitely coming from Vyn. And Marius. The two were fucking necking each other, thinking Luke was dead asleep. He’s not, but they didn’t have to know that.

But that’s the problem. Luke was wide awake, 1000% awake, and he’s hearing all the things he wasn’t supposed to hear, like the quiet sighs coming from Vyn, the sounds of Marius’ wet kissing, the now slightly-labored breathing, and worse, Marius was fucking doing dirty talk.

“Hah—ah, you want that?” Marius whispered against Vyn’s ear, before leaving a trail of small kisses along his jawline. “Mm, ah—you’re so delicious…”

Luke bit his lower lip—hard, it almost bled—as he made a futile attempt to conceal the unholy noises. Goddammit goddammit goddammit they’re doing it beside me oh my god, stop, please stop, oh my god—

But somehow it got only worse, because he could feel someone—Vyn, probably—grind softly; grinding on Marius, he was sure about that, and the once quiet sighs were now getting a tad louder. “Ah! Right there, oh, Marius…” Vyn sighed, inhaling sharply—Marius seemed to attend to his needs, for his sighs were slowly transitioning into moans, and he sounded so lewd Marius swore he could jerk himself off just from the sound of Vyn’s voice. “Marius—ah! God, more…”

“So needy for me, huh?” He tongued his lover’s neck, sucked on his skin, marking Vyn for himself; whether or not the others would see the hickey tomorrow, he didn’t care. “Like that time in the lounge, yeah? On that—hah—couch…”

Luke swallowed, and his eyes screwed shut. The couch…?

“Ah—I missed fucking you on that couch. Let’s try there again instead of your bedroom after our team meetings—oh fuck, just like that–”

There was only one couch in the NXX lounge, Luke recalled. And that was his favorite couch. It has always been his when he called dibs on that soft cushion.

And now, because there’s only one couch in the lounge, and Marius mentioned he fucked Vyn on said couch in the lounge, then that would mean…

They fucked on Luke’s favorite couch in the lounge.

Luke wanted to sob then and there, but he couldn’t, lest the two discover he’s awake the whole time. My favorite couch… that’s my favorite couch, you guys…

Luke wished his grieving for the couch would last longer, but alas, those sounds have now gotten worse that he didn’t have the heart to even grieve with those background noises. He held his breath and tried not to move too much. Just finish up, just finish your business quickly—

“Marius… ah! There, ah, please—mmph!”

“Shh,” Marius hushed quietly, clamping his hand around Vyn’s mouth. “Tone it down. Luke might hear you,” he murmured, his kisses finding home on the doctor’s collarbone; soon, his tongue started licking languidly on the beauty mark he had long been obsessing over.

Well fuck you, Marius. I’m awake and you guys are doing a live ASMR!

Luke couldn’t open his eyes. He wouldn’t dare, not when his two colleagues were doing the nasty. He’d last long, he thinks, and all he needed to do was play the part of Luke Pearce sleeping like a dead log; maybe then he would actually fall asleep, and then he wouldn’t have to hear those noises, wouldn’t hear Vyn’s hot moaning—

Shit, stop. Did I just think Vyn’s moans are hot? Oh no, oh no… I’m straight, I’m only into Rosa, and—oh well, am I? Oh my god…

Luke’s eyes fluttered open, just slowly. And shut again. Just one eye, he told himself, and when he did Luke decided he wouldn’t do it anymore, because the first thing he saw was Vyn’s back facing him, one of his wrists held tightly by Marius who, at the moment, was almost on top of Vyn, french-kissing.

Oh and Vyn was really sighing really loud, Luke wondered how Artem was still asleep.

Now he had his eyes closed, because one, he was not supposed to see that, and two, he’s in denial because he just thought Marius looked hot being dominant like that. Nope. Nope. You’re into Rosa. You’re into Mari—I mean, Rosa!

Marius forcefully pinned Vyn’s wrists down the bed, draping his legs over the older man’s own. The young von Hagen ground slightly against the doctor’s growing bulge, teasing him. Vyn’s breath hitched.

“Shit, you look pretty like this,” said Marius. True enough, there was a little light coming from the window for the curtains were not properly closed, and Vyn looked immaculate, godly, as he writhed under Marius.

Seeing the younger man eyeing him so lustfully, he muttered, “Fuck you.”

“Now?” Marius leaned down, pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

Vyn bit back a moan. “Hah—not now. When we are alone.”

“Hm? But you sound really hot right now…” Marius cooed, “let’s fuck in the bathroom?”

Although it was a little conflicting with his actions, because Marius now had his fingers wrapped around Vyn’s cock, his hand stroking up and down its full length, eliciting yet another lewd whimper from the older man. “Shit,” Marius hissed. “I really want to fuck you.”

Luke’s face scrunched up. And I really want to sleep, Marius… came the detective’s inner thought, however there was uncertainty whether it’s because, once again, he was not supposed to hear this, or because he was afraid he’d get hard from witnessing and hearing all this. Sometimes it’s perfectly alright to kid oneself though, he thought, and so Luke went for the first reason. It’s fine. He’ll eventually—

Oh, fuck. My nose… my nose is itching…

“Hah—do not stop,” Vyn breathed against Marius’ neck, squirming under his touch. “You can fuck me however you wish, but—ah, please, right there…” he moaned, his own hand also reaching for Marius’ cock, gently wrapping his fingers around his girth. Marius let out a string of curses as Vyn began stroking his dick.

Luke nibbled on his lower lip as he heard clearly those soft, squelching sounds, moans so obscene the detective considered them quite befitting for some A-class porn.

A vague heat seeped on his cheeks. The slight shaking of the bed also didn’t help at all—especially his itching nose.

Luke wanted to pick on his nose badly, but his colleagues weren’t finished with their thing yet. If he moved, even for a bit, they would know he was awake the entire time, and that would be embarrassing for everyone… Please. Luke Pearce, you must persevere.

Luke decided he’s undeserving of his NSB career if he couldn’t help picking his nose. But the good thing was, Marius and Vyn seemed to be close to finishing stroking each other’s you-know-whats, and Luke would at last be at peace.

“Fuck, I’m close. I’m close.” Marius took hold of Vyn’s face with his free hand, pulling the man closer to him. “Don’t stop. Goddammit, you’re so hot. Fuck.”

“Me too,” Vyn whimpered, his breathing erratic. Marius—and Luke, although he wouldn’t admit it yet—took note of how hot that dulcet voice sounded, filling the rather heated atmosphere that hung over the three of them. “Hah—I’m almost there.”

“I got you.” A wet kiss on the lips. “I love you.”

Luke almost choked. I love you? Did Marius just say I love you? Oh god, my nose still itches—

“I—ah, shit—love you…” Vyn managed to say in between heavy breathing.

DID VYN JUST SAY I LOVE YOU TO MARIUS? DUDE. WHY AM I MISSING SHIT? DID ANYONE KNOW ABOUT THIS? IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD—oh shit. My nose. I can’t pick my nose! Arghhhhh—

Feeling the familiar wave of pleasure wash over, Vyn buried his face in Marius’ chest, no longer able to contain his sighs that only meant immense bliss; Marius soon came after him, grabbing a fistful of Vyn’s hair as he pulled him on a sultry kiss. The bed shook, and Luke, who could no longer stop himself from picking his nose, took the opportunity—his colleagues must still be on cloud nine after all that, and so they did not notice when the detective’s hand reached up to his face. God, yes. Finally. I didn’t know picking my nose would be this challenging.

Luke held back a loud sigh; it was easier than suppressing the need to pick his nose, anyway. He also wondered if his dear colleagues were asleep already, since they suddenly went all quiet, but well, doing that was surely exhausting. So yeah, they’re probably in their own dreamy wonderlands by now, and Luke wouldn’t need to worry about them anymore.

Until something lit up, and Luke’s phone rang in the silence. Rosa.

After what seemed to be an eternity of waiting his Rosa called at last, but gods save him and his horrible luck because he couldn’t possibly ‘wake up’ and answer her call right away; the two beside him had only recently finished jerking off from one another, and it hasn’t even been a minute since he last felt and heard them talk.

They would know he’s awake. At least, Vyn would.

Yes, it would be normal to jolt awake when you hear your phone ringing, but years of working with the psychiatrist somehow etched into Luke how Vyn could, for some reason, discover the truths in every circumstance. Like how he would certainly know Luke was fully conscious the entire time. Shit. Maybe he already knows.

Someone jolted slightly from the bed. “Fuck. That scared me,” muttered Marius. “Is Luke awake? That’s his phone, yeah?” he asked warily. Anyone would immediately recognize that overly-enthusiastic ringtone.

Silence. Luke wanted to applaud himself for his restraint from even swallowing. It’s as if his breathing stopped entirely, too.

“He is completely passed out,” Vyn answered. The space beside Luke sank under the older man’s weight as Vyn tried to peek over Luke’s shoulder. “Rosa is calling.”

“At fucking two am?”

“Yes.” The psychiatrist reached for the phone. “I do not think he will awake anytime soon,” he said. “Hm. Must I slide the ‘end’ button?”

“No! Missy might think Luke ignored her call. Just let it be, but put it on silent.”

“Mm, all right.” It took him a while, poking through the detective’s device, before he was able to press the silent button. Vyn laid himself again on his side of the bed, snuggling himself in the younger man’s arms for comfort. “I wonder how Rosa is faring in the other suite.”

“I’m sure Missy’s doing great,” he said, kissing the top of Vyn’s head. “Shit. I know now. I think I accidentally switched our keycards with Missy Rosa.”

A sigh. “That does not matter anymore,” Vyn groaned, burying his face against the crook of Marius’ neck. “Good night, Marius. And I must sleep now, for real.”

“Nighty-night,” said Marius, giving Vyn one last kiss on the nose before finally—finally— dozing off. God. Yes. Finally!

Luke let out a sigh; whether or not they heard it, he really didn’t care anymore, because all he wanted right now was to pass out and sleep and forget about the unholy shit he’d had to endure tonight. He’d also hoped this was only a nightmare, because god did he go through a five-minute hell of existential crisis all because his colleagues thought he was passed out.

Good night, self. Sweet dreams… I guess.

Luke awoke at eleven the next day, and he wanted to rage.

He saw Vyn first thing in the morning. A blooming, radiant, I-swear-to-god-he-was-sparkling Vyn Richter literally five seconds upon opening his eyes. The man was wearing his usual elegant robe, his silver hair falling softly over his golden eyes, seated on the couch in front of Luke. He was sipping from his cup of black tea, cross-legged.

“Ah, he is awake,” was what he’d said. “Good morning, Luke. Did you sleep well?”

Please ask yourself that Vyn.

Luke, still bleary from a bad night’s sleep, wasn’t able to answer immediately. He let out a low groan involuntarily as he rubbed his hands on his eyes, yawning right after—he must’ve been too spent last evening, and more importantly, swigged more than what he could swallow with last night’s alcohol.

Marius then walked out of the loo, a thin towel wrapped around his hips. “Morning, Luke,” he greeted, the cheeriness in his tone too palpable to go unnoticed. Artem wondered why his two colleagues seemed to be in such high spirits this morning. “Morning, Vyn,” added Marius—the senior attorney could’ve sworn he saw the younger man throw a wink at the psychiatrist.Artem almost choked when Vyn returned a vibrant smile. “Good morning, Marius. How was your sleep?” he asked, looking up at Marius with those bright golden eyes as he sipped on his tea yet again.

“Ten out of ten, would sleep here again.”

“Heh.”

It was good enough that they were too preoccupied not to notice Luke staring at them—there was an incredulous look on his face, his brows creased with what seemed to be: seriously? You’re doing this in front me now, after what you did last night? Unbelievable! Just unbelievable!

His phone ringing pulled him away from his rather exasperated thoughts. Luke instantly snatched his phone, buried under the blankets, and his face lit up when he saw who the caller was. Of course it was his Rosa. “Good morning, Watson!” he greeted cheerily upon answering the call, and without even waiting for her to say it back he cut her off with, “Yes, that will do. I’ll visit you in your suite. Let’s have breakfast together.”

Luke grabbed his things and headed out of the room in a suspiciously deep hurry.

“Woah, excited much?” Marius cocked an amused, questioning brow. “Oi, Luke—”

“Bye!” was the only thing the detective said before he slammed the hotel room door closed, finally having escaped the menace who were the secret couple jerking each other off thinking Luke was completely passed out. The detective waved a hand goodbye, at the very least.

“Hehe. Are they gonna make history?” Marius chuckled, and Artem choked on his coffee again, more loudly this time. Poor clueless, senior attorney. “I beg your pardon—”

“Perhaps,” Vyn mumbled. Marius caught the glint in his lover’s golden eyes. “Although I have no idea what kind of history they are to make.” Vyn winked.

“Oh?” Marius smirked. “So someone was awake last night.”

A silvery chuckle. “Indeed,” said the psychiatrist. “I hope he enjoyed it.”

In Rosa’s suite, Luke was lying on the bed face forward. He seemed stressed, and so Rosa sat beside him and asked, “Did you sleep well last night, Luke?”

To which the detective answered so swiftly with, “No. Vyn and Marius did some business beside me, and now I’m gonna be having nightmares for at least a week.”

“Aw, but that’s sweet…” Rosa trailed—and stopped. “Wait. What business

“Business.”

“What business?”

“Rosa.”

“Oh.” Realization dawned on her, but soon she leaned closer, eyeing the detective slyly. There was a coy smile on her face when she giggled too innocently. “Tell me everything about it.”

Luke groaned. This is going to be a long day.

#vyn richter smut #vyn richter #tot vyn #Vyn x marius #marius von hagen #luke #artem wing #moyi #lu jinghe #xia yan #zuo ran

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themisimagines · 9 months

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i could sleep inside the cold of you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Do you trust me?’ Vyn asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lilisgardensblog · 8 months

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~Alluring Gaze~

Vyn Richter x Reader

"One kiss for one shell."

fem! reader, kissing, make out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"One kiss for one shell."

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

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

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

"So that means just 5 kisses?"

"Indeed."

"Wherever I want?"

"Mhm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You cleared your throat and broke the silence.

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

vyn pov

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

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

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

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

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emmimimii · 1 year

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HUMANS I HAVE CREATED WALLPAPERS vol.1

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

Got too many pics so might as well

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gurofushi · 2 months

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sex education

꣑୧ marius von hagen x fem! reader x vyn richter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“if you'll have me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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