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COME BACK, BE HERE ⋆˙⊹➷
When Artem, Marius, Luke, and Vyn have to say goodbye to you (for now).
play come back... be here (Taylor's Version) for the full experience!
The four of them would lie to themselves if they said they weren’t hesitant to leave you alone in another country. While they know you can handle yourself, they’re still scared that they won’t be there to help you if you did need it.
✧ Artem would hesitate to text you. This man is too scared of annoying you with messages, especially knowing you’re busy with the mission. He’d constantly look at your status (if you were online or not) and he’d call you every night just to make sure everything is alright. He’d talk all night that you end up sleeping with the sound of his voice and he would realize that you had slept after 15 minutes of talking. He’s just happy that at that moment, the both of you were connected somehow.
✧ Marius would be the opposite of Artem and instead bombard you with messages. He’d be worried for you, like asking if you ate or drank water. Poor guy is so agitated he has a jet ready to fly to you if needed. Nonetheless, you reassure him that everything is fine. He would send a video every night, saying the important things you need to do for the next day. And in each video he sent, he never missed saying ‘I love you’ at the very end.
✧ Luke would message you updates on his day, instead of asking for an update on yours. He’d send selfies in the office with the caption ‘working right now!’ or he’d take a picture of the city as he walked or biked back home. He would video call you at the end of the day, going through the case and asking you stuff like ‘Where’d you eat today? Are you still jet lagged?’ amongst other things. When you had to end the call, all he says is ‘Stay safe, okay?’ and when he realizes he hasn’t said goodnight or I love you, he’d call you again just to tell you that.
✧ Vyn wouldn’t bother you unless it’s absolutely necessary. You would send messages to him, but he’d react with one-liners. At the end of the day, however, he makes sure to put his focus on talking to you, but only through chat (he doesn’t want to bother you too much so messaging is just better for him). He would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried, but that’s just because he didn’t want to admit it to you. Instead, he’d send messages saying ‘Don’t stay up too late. I love you.’
Notes: Do you like this format? Should I change it? Yet another Taylor Swift inspired drabble, are we surprised? I'm happy with how much I've written for the past few days, It's been a blast to just write whenever I want.
ps. I made a genshin masterlist of my fics inspired by Speak Now Tv here.
Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments.
-Clara
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Tears of Themis Masterlist
Luke Pearce // Xia Yan // Natsuhiko Minase
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Artem Wing // Zuo Ran // Shizuma Sakyo
Artem Wing + Neuvillette
Vyn Richter // Mo Yi // Rei Moritsuki
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Marius Von Hagen // Lu Jing He // Kei Izumi
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Short Imagines
Hoyoverse men who look like gods in the morning | Luke, Marius
Just a bath | ALL
Not used to receiving affection | Vyn, Marius
“Slow down, I’m not going anywhere” | ALL
“Whatever you say, handsome” | ALL
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tears of themis ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT
ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter
you’re shifting restlessly on the couch when you catch your LUKE alarm keychain—handmade by luke himself—peeking from behind the armrest, “luke says he’s sorry.” you can’t help but smile at the sound of luke faking a small voice and whatever rage that filled you from your argument hours ago has now dissipated, endeared by the sweet gesture. “you’re gonna set off that alarm by accident,” you quip, the lightness in your tone encouraging luke to come into view. “you’re not mad anymore?” he asks, cautious yet hopeful. all his years of training and building a hard exterior to be a detective have nothing on you because in the warmth behind his hazel eyes that only you can bring out, you still find the boy you grew up with. the boy you’ve always loved. “i can’t stay mad at you,” you admit, on the brink of tears, “luke, i’m really sorry…” luke is quick to bring you in his arms, declining your apology because that’s what he does—he’ll blame everything before he’ll blame you. you’re unable to hold back a sob, prompting him to hold you tighter before he whispers in your ear, “let’s not do this again, okay?”
ARTEM is going over a recent case when he realizes it’s almost midnight. he’s usually one to pull an all-nighter but gnawing at the back of his mind is the argument he had with you today—you two haven’t spoken to each other since. after having decided to put off his work until tomorrow, he walks out of his home office to join you in bed but he finds you in the living room instead, your pillows and blanket already set up on the sofa. he can tell you’re aware of his presence from the way you’re deliberately not looking in his direction. still, he attempts to catch your attention with a soft call of your name. when you don’t reply, he carefully crosses the distance between the two of you. “we can’t fix this if you won’t talk to me,” he pleads. artem’s convinced his words have fallen on deaf ears until you finally speak, “i just don’t want to say the wrong thing again.” artem understands, thinking back to what started as a simple disagreement escalating into something it shouldn’t have and before you could stop it, you were both raising your voices at each other, saying things you didn’t mean. “i’m sorry about everything i said,” your voice sounds weak as it quivers and artem immediately wraps you in his embrace. “me too,” he tells you, “we can talk tomorrow. just come to bed.” when you nod into his chest, he presses a reassuring kiss at top of your head as he promises, “we’re alright.”
as MARIUS waits for you in bed, anxiety slowly eats away at him, the argument he had with you hours ago replaying in his mind. you should’ve walked in by now, he thinks, so he waits a few more minutes before getting on his feet and makes his way downstairs. he’s rehearsing his apology, muttering to himself to test the words on his tongue but it all flies out the window when he finds you asleep on the sofa. ridden with guilt, he decides to save his sorry’s for tomorrow when you’re both lucid for a proper conversation. marius is careful not to wake you up—gently slipping an arm beneath your head and looping the other under your knees to carry you to the bedroom. he’s tucking you in bed when you begin to stir awake. “sorry,” you hear him whisper, “didn’t mean to wake you up.” “what time is it?” you ask groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “it’s late. go back to sleep.” he places a tender kiss on your forehead to lull you to your slumber before he shifts you on your side, his chest against your back as he slides an arm across your torso. “sweet dreams,” he mutters and you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. “marius?” “hm?” “i’m sorry about earlier…” “that’s my line, miss,” he quips, albeit sincerely. he gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls you flush against him. “i’m sorry, too,” he replies, “i never want you to go to sleep upset.”
you’re getting settled on the couch when you hear VYN clear his throat as he carefully places a fresh cup of tea on the table in front of you. “chamomile tea,” he states, “it will help you sleep better.” there’s the slightest caution in his voice but it’s enough to tell you what the tea is for—peace offering after your heated disagreement earlier. “thank you,” you mumble, gradually feeling the guilt bubbling in your chest, “you’re using reverse psychology on me, aren’t you?” there’s no bite in your tone but vyn’s eyes still widen at the accusation. “n-no,” he stutters and a giggle involuntarily escapes you, to vyn’s surprise. “i’m joking.” when you notice his body language go lax, you slowly reach for his hand. “and i’m sorry for the things i said to you,” you tell him, “i didn’t mean it.” “i know.” a soft smile curls on his lips as he interlocks your fingers together, “so am i.” you stay quiet for a moment, basking in his touch that you missed terribly before he speaks again. “if you still wish to be alone tonight, i don’t mind staying here.” you fight the urge to roll your eyes, aware of the fact that this is just him assessing your boundaries—vyn does mind and you know that—so you shoot him a dubious look instead to which he responds with a sheepish smile. “i suppose you’ve changed your mind?” you actually give him an eye roll this time. “you know you had me at chamomile.”
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Tears of Themis Men + Perfect Date
Pairing: Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Richter, Marius von Hagen x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, dating, cuddles, kisses
A/N: Feeling in a mood for cuteness today.
LUKE
Waits for the nicest time of day and takes you out on a picnic. It starts late in the afternoon and lasts until you can see the moon high up in the sky. He didn’t expect for you to bring food too, you ended up with a bit too much but you can always eat it another time. What’s most important to him is cuddling on the blanket with you and enjoying the fresh air.
ARTEM
He is busy with his work a lot but he can always make time for you at the end of each day. A movie date might not seem like much but it means a lot to him if he can get away from all the phone calls and clients and hold you against him on the couch instead. It doesn’t matter which movie you watch, he’s happy with anything as long as he doesn’t have to think too hard about it.
VYN
Picks you up after he’s done with work and surprise you with the tickets to your favorite band. He’s known you needed some kind of relaxation after working so hard, some kind of outlet, and honestly he did too. Music can be very healing, especially when enjoyed with the right people. There’s no batter way for him to enjoy it than with your body moving against his as you dance and sing along to the lyrics.
MARIUS
Always wanted to go stargazing with you and now is the perfect opportunity to do so. You can go outside of the city, away from the noise and the lights, just the two of you and the stars above you. He can’t help but quickly sketch up the night sky but his attention is quickly turned to you and how beautiful you look right now. He’s not gonna deny himself a good make out session.
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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)
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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.
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sex education
𝜗𝜚 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.”
#⭒ 𝒻𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈 ⭒#vyn richter#marius von hagen#tears of themis#tears of themis x reader#tears of themis imagines#tears of themis smut
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Drowning - Vyn (Teaser)
- a continuation of the vyn card that we all needed
- warning - heavily suggestive + a few card spoilers
“...it can only lead to two outcomes”
Droplets of water continue to slide down his chest toward his lower abdomen.
You can feel the moisture and heat in the air.
“Then tell me… what are the two outcomes?” you ask, growing more daring with each passing second.
“One is that we try to hold back until we calm down, then spend the rest of tonight in unbearable regret,” he pauses, “the other is that we submit to the impulses and let the flames swallow us whole, allowing them to burn until nothing is left.”
His golden eyes fix yours with an indescribable weight, overflowing with passion and something more.
“Which ending do you think is more fitting for us?”
The room is silent, save for your ever-heavier breaths and the long-forgotten shower. Although he posed a question, you had an idea that surpassed both options he had laid out for the two of you.
“Vyn… I think there may be a third outcome.”
“Let me take the lead. You don’t have to think about what happens next. I’ll respond to anything you decide to do. It’ll be fine even if you lose control… I want to see you let go of everything and be completely obsessed with me.”
With his shirt in the way, you kiss Vyn’s neck through the wet fabric. Your body comes alive as you feel his breath catch in his throat, fueling your actions even further.
He’s only able to utter fragments of a sentence with your continued caressing, defenses starting to falter as he braces a hand against the glass.
Your hands, however, have a different goal as they snake around his waist, tracing meaningless shapes onto his abdomen as you work further down. Another protest dies in Vyn’s throat, replaced only by a groan as your knees hit the tile floor.
“In the end… I still cannot say no to you”
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A/N - leave this some love if you’d want the full (nsfw) version <3
#vyn#vyn richter#vyn fluff#tot#tears of themis#vyn imagines#vyn x reader#vyn ritcher x reader#veridith#vyn smut#tot x reader#tears of themis x reader
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vyn as a vampire is so interesting...
it's about the consumption and the desire of it all! he needs you. constantly. and he, being as closed off— as independent as he is, would hate every second of it. vyn would hate how he hears blood pumping through your veins, how your heart beats, pushing forth the very thing he needs to survive. and then everything shifts. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your skin. it dimples under his touch, because he holds you so desperately as he plants puncture wounds into your neck. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your voice. the way you sigh pleasantly, used to the soft sting of his bite. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your scent. vyn doesn't pick up on just the scent of sweet iron, he smells you on the coat he let you borrow. everytime he brushes past it as he enters his home, it's as if he’s passing by you, and suddenly he can't focus for the rest of the night.
and soon vyn doesn't care much for your physical attributes at all. the sweet taste of your blood still tempts him, sure, but the sound of your laugh is even sweeter. the sparkles in your eyes are almost blinding. he reminds himself that it is he who is the predator. you are supposed to be the awaiting prey. ...except it's him who feels encased in your jaws, in your sharp teeth. it's him who feels wholly, entirely, consumed by you.
i imagine in your first kiss, he handles you like spun sugar or like fine glassware. you feel the delicate brush of fangs against your lips, but they make no move to sink deeper. he doesn't care about your blood anymore, he cares about you. what other tastes do you have to offer him? are they as sweet, as tempting as your blood was? vyn has no doubt that they are, and he plans to uncover them all.
#vyn richter x reader#vyn richter#mo yi#mo yi x reader#tears of themis x reader#tears of themis#tears of themis imagines#tears of themis headcanons#innhonor of that one halloween piece i never finished...rest in peace....#☆.writing
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Any guesses how will global translate Vyn explaining how he came up with his name instead of using Mo Yi? 🤔
i've been thinking about this ever since reading the card!! i don't envy the translators at all and this is one of those moments where i'm really glad this is just fan stuff and i can use footnotes as much as as i want xD the explanation he gives is based entirely on the meaning of the character Yi (弈), so yeah...
the best guess i have right now is saying that the letters in his name Vyn represent something; either V (only word coming to mind rn that connects to the original explanation is "irreVersible"... or bc the letter looks like a fork in the road, and Vyn was deciding his future at the time) or Y (i guess you could even stretch it to the original "Yi", or it could be a reminder "Why" he became a psychiatrist, or also a fork in the road...?) i do think the letter "y" in his name stands out as the greatest deviation from his existing name (Vilhelm) and has some more potential for reasoning
can you imagine if they just didn't try to adapt it at all. Luke Threads of Time "What do you think of 'Peanut'? It's a good match for 'Watson', isn't it?" 🥴
#anon#asks#idk the stuff i can come up with either sounds too goofy or too much a stretch#i really do like the LIs' localized names but it brings its own challenges#extra bonus: imagine the JP and KR explanations too#mental note to myself to check this when it gets officially translated. instead of checking >1 year later like the snowfallen secrets card#Vilhelm M smh. c'mon it's right there. they're translating it they should KNOW he's Mo yi#vyn richter#tears of themis
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tears of themis ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?
ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter
“i have a question,” you tell LUKE. he’s sat on the couch, playing some new video game which he immediately pauses to acknowledge you. “okay, shoot.” “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars or me for only 10 dollars?” before luke can school his features, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as memories from your childhood flash in his mind. ever since you were kids, you’ve always had the most random trivia and inquiries ready to share with him—his heart swells at the thought of you not having changed at all. going back to your question, luke normally would’ve been deep in thought searching for an answer but he’s always had it in him. so with loving eyes, he meets your expectant ones. “you know i’d kiss you for free.”
ARTEM looks up from his paperwork, paying you his undivided attention now. “come again?” you’re halfway through repeating the question when he cuts you off with a chuckle, “i heard you the first time.” you know he’s just too nice to dismiss you but if you spend another minute thinking about your case, you’re going to lose your mind. “so, what’s your answer?” “i’d kiss you,” he replies without skipping a beat and his lips curl into a smile. you mirror his expression before glancing at the door then back at your boyfriend. “can you kiss me now?” you pout, “i need motivation.” artem shakes his head at your antics but he adores them. he gets up from his seat en route to your side of the office, leaning in to grant your request when celestine barges into the room, “artem- oh.” artem immediately straightens up and clears his throat as he takes a step back from your desk, “yes?” whatever celestine’s come to see him for is soon forgotten, clearly enjoying the sight she walked into. the whole firm knows about your relationship with artem so you remain unfazed—unlike stellis’ notable lawyer whose cheeks are blushing furiously, unable to meet your colleague in the eye.
“missed your pretty face,” MARIUS says in greeting the moment you open the door. half an hour ago, he called to let you know he was on his way to your apartment. now here he is, leaning in for a kiss which is immediately followed by a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of your mouth on his. “you say that as if i’m not your lockscreen,” you tease when you pull away. “i can’t kiss my phone though.” he winks then dips his head lower for another peck but you stop him with a finger over his lips. marius’ eye brows shoot up in surprise, coaxing a giggle out of you. with a cheeky smile, you ask, “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” “what kinda question is that?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes at its absurdity before his familiar cockiness once again takes over his features. “miss, i’d pay to kiss you.”
“is something on your mind?” VYN’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts—well, thought. you’ve had this random question plaguing your brain for a while now. “what is it?” vyn asks again. “well…” you begin, trying to form the words before you utter them, “i was curious…” “go on.” “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” vyn doesn’t respond right away, blinking at you as he is momentarily dumbfounded. but it’s not long before you sense the gears in his mind turning. you’re not sure if it’s due to the nature of his job as a psychiatrist but vyn is never not thinking—you truly believe he’s actually taking the question seriously. soon enough, he gives you his answer. “my rose,” he says as he tenderly takes your hand in his, “your kisses are priceless.”
#tears of themis#tears of themis imagines#tears of themis x reader#tot x reader#luke pearce#luke x reader#luke pearce x reader#artem wing#artem x reader#artem wing x reader#marius von hagen#marius x reader#marius von hagen x reader#vyn richter#vyn x reader#vyn richter x reader
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Angstober Day 6 - Tears of Themis Men Get Sick
Pairing: Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Richter, Marius von Hagen x Fem!Reader
Tags: light angst, sickness, protectiveness, home visits, being overworked
Angstober Day 6: Medicine
Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters
A/N: A lot of people getting sick this time of year. Stay safe and take care of yourselves!
LUKE
You've known him since childhood, you know what he's like when he's sick and that he would hate to be a burden for you. He needs to be caught taking medicine in order to admit that he's not feeling well, otherwise he will push through even if he has a fever. Tries to get through the day with you, then you can go home with him and take care of him. Who knows, maybe you'll be doing that a lot more in the future.
ARTEM
Would rather collapse over his desk than go home when he's not feeling well. If his fever gets really bad he will ask you to get him some medicine to get him through the day, his clients can't be kept waiting. They can actually if it's a state of emergency which his health isn't for him, but it is for you, he can't focus when he's sick. You help him finish up early and after that tell him to lock up and don't come back until he's better.
VYN
Keeps saying he's fine until one day you don't see him and he won't anwser your calls. Getting worried you visit him at home only to find him sick and feverish and with a terrible cold, which is why he didn't answer the phone, he knows he sounds sick. Urging him back into bed you make a quick run to get him medicine and make him something warm to eat. He promises he will make it up to you when he gets better.
MARIUS
Takes care of everyone else's well being but has been known to neglect his own. You've seen him on the verge of collapse more than a few times that day but he keeps insisting that he's fine until he actually passes out in his office and you have to drag him to the cough and feed him medicine, mouth to mouth. He has enough strength to tease you about it too, the audacity. Maybe he's not as sick as he looks.
#tears of themis x reader#luke pearce x reader#artem wing x reader#vyn richter x reader#marius von hagen x reader#tot x reader#tears of themis imagines#tot imagine#tears of themis headcanons#tot headcanons#tears of themis angst#tot angst#tears of themis x you#tot x you#tears of themis x female reader#tot x female reader#angstober
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hiii! I love your tot works and I hope it's alright to ask this request for the NXX boys
I recently got 2nd degree burns to my foot, kinda impeding my movements and it made me very ill too. Took 2 weeks to heal and is still healing physically and me mentally.
So (if its not too much...) how would each of the boys react to seeing their s/o with that bad of an injury (after they got it) and how would they help them on the road to recovery?
Again I apologize if this is too much (if it is, you can drop it down to just vyn and artem)
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hii! I hope you're alright and have a quick recovery, anon! I will sadly drop it down to just Vyn and Artem, hope it's alright with you and once again, get well soon🫶🏼
p.s: the actions in this fictional work of literature are before the 2nd anniv (spoilers: the proposal)
p.p.s: if the interactions don't seem accurate, i haven't played the game in months, but nonetheless i present to you:
NXX reacting to your injury
Artem
Artem came rushing into the hospital as soon as he got the call.
As you were on working hours, he was the first to be called since he was your boss. You went to meet with a witness for a case when all of a sudden the building caught on fire and as the helpful person you are, you went the last one out, making sure everyone is out and safe.
But now you're laying on a hospital bed, unable to move your foot. The doctors told you how lucky you are that just your foot burnt,but while you were glad that "just your foot burnt", you still felt damn unlucky to be in this hospital bed.
"I'm here! I'm here! Where are they?" you heard Artem's voice in the hallway just as a nurse went to help him.
Artem. Your boss and the only man who could make this awful day slightly better. The brunette man who always makes you feel better honestly. Artem, who's now coming your way, worry painted all over his face. "y/n! are you okay?" he asks as he reaches your bed. He lays his fidgety hands by your side, waiting for you to confirm you're still alive and here with him. "I'm alright...I think" you give him a weak smile, to reassure him, that he quickly returns. He let out a relieved breath, visibly glad to hear your voice. "How's the witness?" you ask, worried about the case. He gave you a half amused laugh in response "They're alright, but it's you I'm worried about. No, don't worry, we won't lose this case because of this unfortunate incident. We will, however, try and see if this can be used as evidence." Artem managed to answer all your questions without even asking them in the first place.
You smile affectionately at him "I'm glad that you're here". Artem is the only person you'd want by your side right now . Artem, who's now slowly turning red because of your sweet words. With a shy smile, he nods"Me too" making both of you blush.
You're interrupted when the doctor walks into the room to announce that you'll be released in a few weeks and explained to you all your treatment. Artem patiently sat beside you, listening and memorizing everything that needs to be done and only speaking when the doctor asked 'who could help you?' ,your boss offering you all his free time in the next month. When the doctor left you tried to protest "You can't spend all your time by my side! What about the case?They need you back at the firm and-" Artem interrupts your observations with simple factual answers "Yes, I can and will. We'll work together on the case as I'll be with you for as long as you need me and if the firm needs me, Celeste can either take my place or I can have a quick video conference. Either way, I'm staying by your side until the doctor confirms you do not need my assistance anymore. " he finishes with a solemn look on his face that tells you that he means everything and every word. Your heart melts at the kind words this man has told. You soften and shyly agree that he can stay with you. The sweet moment reaches the end when the nurse comes in to treat your wound. Artem is sent away, but not before promising you that he'll come back first thing in the morning.
Vyn
Vyn is not the type to get easily startled or scared, but as he got a call that you were rushed to the hospital, he put everything on pause to rush to the Emergency Room.
Reaching the ER he tried to regain his composure as he asked a nurse "where are they? where is y/n?" the nurse saluted him before showing Vyn your room.
You give Vyn a weak smile, the meds doing their thing to ease your pain as the adrenaline starts to ditch you, going back to normal parameters. Vyn pants in the doorframe, a clear sign he's been running all the way here. "Did you start some cardio, dr Richter?" you tease him. "I'm glad to see you still have your humor. Are you alright?" his worried gaze surprising you. You try to nod, but you aren't sure if you succeeded or not as you're feeling very numb. "Yes, I think I'm alright" you reassure him, wanting nothing more than to kiss the worry away from him. He is relieved to see you still speaking and moving your hand, as you sign him to come closer. He reaches your side in two steps and now squeezes your hand. "How did this happen?" Vyn asks, addressing the elephant in the room. "I got out last when my apartment building caught on fire. How did you find out?" you weren't surprised that he found out so soon as more than half the staff here knows that you're friends with the renowned psychiatrist, but they barely got you out of the ambulance when Vyn arrived at the ER. "A friend of mine told me that someone I 'might' know is being brought in as we speak and the only person they know that is important to me is you." you blush at his words, at the fact that you're important to him. "Leaving this aside, what did the doctor tell you?" you tell Vyn everything and after that you somehow start a little gossip about your doctor. Apparently he and Vyn know each other and as always Vyn is more than happy to tell you about him, even if you have to insist just a little.
But your very productive conversation is brought to an end as Vyn is summoned for a patient. "I cannot right now as you can see I'm very busy." but the nurse insisted it's necessary that he comes now, before the patient hurts anyone. He gives you an apologetic look as you say "You can go" with an understanding smile. He returns the smile and adds "You may stay at my place until you find something else given that your building burned down. Now please rest as I will send a nurse to check on you and I will personally discuss your treatment with the doctor. And one more thing, if you don't mind I'd like to help you not just as a friend, but as a doctor myself. We'll continue this conversation when you wake you, now you need to rest as you've been through a very stressful situation" Vyn ends the speech with a kiss on your forehead before rushing to the patient in need of his attention.
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not read proof, this was nice for my writer block
#tot imagines#tears of themis artem#tears of themis vyn#tears of themis x reader#tears of themis#tears of themis x y/n#tot artem#artem wing#vyn richter x reader#vyn richter#tot vyn#artem wing x reader#vyn x reader#tot x reader#vynxreader#wrote this at 3am
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YOU CAN CALL VYN MOMO IN MAIN STORY 11 I'M WHEEZING
The English translation is Vynny which is okay cute, a bit lacking in the comedy department but still acceptable, THE MANDARIN HOWEVER—
Teasing him with Momo makes it sound so childlike and he gets so embarrassed we gotta thank the homeless man for inventing this nickname. Like, he's already embarrassed for getting caught in being kind to a stranger and now you can pile it up with this. Fun.
*Vyn's Chinese name is Mo Yi.
#i checked the korean version but it's just 'noa-ya' which is friendly and casual but not funny#no idea about the japanese i am not well-versed#in conclusion the funniest one is momo#calling him that in my head now#why am i imagining momo from twice tho#tears of themis#vyn richter#vyn richter meta#meta#analysis#tot#mo yi#xela talks
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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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#for context he gave vyn and rosa instant noodles as one of the housewarming presents on his 3rd anniv card#just imagine the great duke of svart.. shopping for instant noodles#tears of themis#vyn richter#vynrosa
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