#artem tot

[feelthemadnessinside]

Now the only one who can bring Valko back is my glorious, undefeated lawyer Artem Wing😔😔

[v3nu5asab0y]

artem gets drunk very easily, and it’s in those moments of dizzy intoxication that he let you see his true feelings, the ones he kept so close to his heart, scared to let anyone see.

you were often the one taking him home after gatherings and events, seeing him at varying levels of intoxication which would be ignored by the both of you the next time you saw each other at work. tonight, he wasn’t fall-over-drunk, more like clingy drunk, what with the way his hands never left your body.

“you’re… soft…” he mumbled as you laid him down on his bed. the first couple of time you took him home you just set him down on the couch, but the next day at work you saw him nursing a sore neck, so you decided to start tucking him into his bed instead. his hands drifted down your side, touching whatever he could. they slowly slid under your shirt, giving you enough time to push him away, to tell him off and leave him. but you didn’t. you didn’t. why weren’t you pushing him away? he was too dizzy to think straight, however. he wanted to touch you, that’s all he knew.

“soft and warm…” he mumbled, squeezing your waist.

“mr wing-“ you gasped.

his head lolled to the side, a grumble leaving his throat as he reached higher. “can i? can you stay tonight? please?”

you never thought you would see mr artem wing so fragile, pleading with you, begging for you so stay with him. he had the sweetest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen, glazed over from the alcohol coursing through his system. he was very bad at saying no to toasts, so he had ended up drinking more than he could handle, which wasn’t saying much since he had a low alcohol tolerance anyway.

a soft sigh left your lips. he thought they were so pretty, and he longed to feel them on his own. but it wouldn’t be right. not like this, anyway. “mr wing…” you placed your hand on his forehead, brushing back his sweat slicked bangs. “i… i’m not sure it would be right…”

you did want to climb in next to him, to be in his embrace, to make sure he slept comfortably through the night, but he was your boss. your partner at the firm. and most of all, he was drunk right now.

“artem, you’re really drunk right now, i don’t know if you-“

“please.” he grasped your hand tight, you could feel the thump of his heartbeat from his wrist. “i need you… to stay… please stay with me."

you knew that you couldn't deny him, even if you tried. all of his pleading and his begging went right to your heart and made you feel sorry for him. "alright," you sighed softly. "i guess i can stay for a little."

his face lit up like a kid in a candy store, paired with the flush on his cheeks and his glassy, watery eyes, you almost forgot he was your boss. he wasn't supposed to be looking at you this way, and yet he couldn't stop himself. "thank you," he smiled, pulling the covers down so you could lay next to him. as soon as you hit the matress, he scooped you into his arms, burying his face into your neck. "so nice... smell so good... so soft..." he rambled, a quiet mumble into your neck as if you couldn't hear him. you, of course, relented to him, letting yourself melt comfortably into his embrace. this was nice. this was really nice. he was warm and comfortable, and his grip on you didn't let up. his breath was hot against your skin, and his lips tickled a sensitive spot on your neck you didn't even know you had. he, of course, noticed your reaction, and kissed that spot with a tenderness you didn't know he had.

"mr wing-"

"artem." he corrected you firmly, his words muffled against you.

"artem, you're drunk. you really need to go to sleep," you chided, only to receive a peppering of kisses to your neck.

"fine. but you can't leave. you have to be here in the morning." you could sense his pouting, and as he looked back up at you, you saw his pleading puppy eyes.

"you'll regret asking me to stay when you wake up in the morning."

"i won't. promise." he said hastily.

"after this it'll be awkward. we can't go back to the way we used to be before." you tried to throw everything you could think of to deny the comfort of being in his arms, the warmth of his embrace and his lips on your skin.

"i don't want to go back." his voice was low, sleep finally creeping into his words. "i want this... you... forever."

artem wing, despite being drunk, was committing himself to you from that day on. and when he awoke the next morning with you still asleep in his arms, he couldn't help but to pull you closer, kissing the top of your head with a loving reverence, before the hangover really started to hit him.

[dennavanhossen]

Hope this is not a fanart... I got it from an otome game FB page. Artem looks so majestic I couldn't resist!!

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NXX team building but luke is on a mission so he's joining remotely

[r26yz]

fictional crush

[shadowmor]

Alpha!MC X Omega!NXX Members headcanon

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Characters: Luke, Artem and Vyn. Warnings: Not detailed, but has some suggestive themes. Basic summary of the world: Your second species only happens after you turn 18, when you will know if you fit into the alpha, beta, and omega categories. Mc/Reader is a dominant alpha and all the members are omegas. Relationship: They are falling in love/it is not an official romance yet between you and them.

Luke:

Before you two went your separate ways, Luke always dreamed that he would be the alpha and you the omega, although he certainly wouldn't care what you were as long as you chose him as your partner.

But after a few years away from you, when taking the pheromone test, Luke discovered sad news that he was an omega. An omega. Not that he was prejudiced or anything, but it was a little... disappointing.

Luke had never imagined how difficult it was to be one, especially with the kind of job he has.

As soon as Luke saw you for the first time in eight years, the first thing he noticed was the pleasant scent emitting from you. It was something warm, comfortable that slightly called him to stay in your arms. That dangerous thing had a slight scent of mint in the middle, which he assumed was the suppressant you were using.

It was hard to ignore you when he found out you joined the NXX team, your scent casually called him, it was so complicated to have to control his own body to not hug you.

Honestly, for Luke, the hardest part of being around you is when your emotions are a little higher, he can feel the slightest change in your scent to whatever mental state you're going through. And all of that seems to affect him.

After a month of being together solving the cases, his heat became irregular and he's 99% sure it was your fault, I mean, unconsciously it was.

Luke can easily tell when you're in heat, even though you smell strongly of mint, indicating that the suppressant you took was in high dosage. It would have been better if you had just stayed home!! why the hell are you still working? Even if you don't know it, it affects him too.

He has recent dreams in which your fangs pierce his neck, and as a result, he wakes up with wet underwear in the morning.

Vyn

Ritcher likes the minty scent of your suppressant, perhaps because he feels comforted by the fact that you think of the well-being of others or because of your good conscience and common sense. (Which seems to have been lost to the world.)

But your scent is still noticeable and brings a sense of calm, which reminds him a little of his garden.

Vyn admits that your scent is one of the big reasons he likes to sit next to you or behind you in the team meeting place.

It was a little difficult to deal with your presence when you were clearly in heat, despite the strong dosage of suppressant he can smell coming from you, your pheromones still managed to enter his nostrils.

Vyn felt his back burn along with his throat. It was strange, since he was certainly used to dealing with people in heat on a daily basis, he just assumed that you were a dominant alpha. (But he has dealt with those types of alphas, so what's the difference?)

He likes to watch you eat during the break, maybe, just maybe because your fangs show. (Is it weird to want the back of his neck pierced?)

Artem

He already knew you were an alpha, since he saw your resume. At first, he didn't really care that much about it.

Until your presence started to enter his life.

For some reason, he could now smell your scent from the fifth floor or he could tell you were watching the trial (even with so many people watching too).

Artem's heat was usually in a delayed cycle and of short duration, perhaps due to a psychological process, since he prioritized his work life more than his romantic one. Something must have affected him.

But now, his heat seems to have activated normally, lasting more than a few weeks. - his personal doctor was really happy about it, saying that finally he was normal now, but Artem doesn't think that's it.

When he's stressed about a case, he usually walks in front of your work room, somehow, your scent calms him down.

He would like to one day smell your full scent without the suppressant blocking part of it.

When you joined the team, it was a little harder to bear the ecstasy. Because of the daily proximity (you already had, but now it was a little closer) it seemed like your scent was guiding him.

It was hard to be close to you in heat, very hard. He had to keep his distance for a long time. - you could understand as soon as you saw his ears burning when he took a step closer.

One time he saw you so stressed that your fangs appeared. Strangely, he found it... charming.

[shakilyluckyknowledge]

Artem is so petty for bot telling rosa vyn is a doctor and just saying he's a therapist or whatever it is he said (i forgot hehe)

[hoernypie]

Just a suggestion.. But how about Artem smut? 😈😈

After a long day of work, you two are the only ones left in the work. The soft glow of his lamp lighted the scattered documents that a few minutes ago were on his desk. You moan loudly with a cheek pressed against the cold desk, while his balls smack against your skin with each thrust. The two of you were always hesitant about doing things in a workspace but considering the amount of cases both of you barely had any time left after coming back home. Gaze to gaze, flirtatious line to flirtatious line and somehow it ended with your pussy being stretched by him.

With every push, you could feel your orgasm building up, your breaths hitching as he hit that perfect sweet spot deep in you. His panting grows louder, his grip on your hips tighter, and you know he's close to the edge too. The desk creaks in protest under the pounding. Suddenly, he stills wrapping arms around you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck while his cock is pulsing as he releases his hot, sticky cum deep inside you. The feeling of him filling you up sends you over the edge.

Carefully, he pulls out, the sight of his cum spilling from you making him satisfied. He leaned to leave a kiss on your shoulder before helping you up, your legs wobbly from the intense pleasure.