- 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
CW: fluff, comfort, mentions of arranged marriages, smut, slight spoilers for SSR: Ashy Indulgence
Summary: After your wedding night, Vyn made love to you. He stares at your sleeping form during golden hours, pondering how a lonely young man like himself has come so far. To open up and lay out the deepest parts of himself to you, and whether he wants to admit it or not. He is wrapped around your pretty finger~
In Stellis, the prospect of marriage is a happy one. The idea of spending the rest of your life with someone you love, someone of your choosing
In Svart, most of everyone agrees that betrothal is simply a secure and honey-coated political purvey
A nobleman to marry a noble lady, and produce little princess and princesses, to secure one's claim to whatever inheritance you've got.
That certain powerful families have learned to love each other was both convenient and miraculous. Only after marriage did many couples learn to tolerate each other Put up a pretty front in their dollhouse so any stranger that may enter may see the plastic beauty and hidden disdain.
Being wed, was a term used on Vyn multiple times, and when he reached a certain age in his teenage years his father stopped bothering to bring it up. Just as Vilhelm stopped believing he would ever marry for love.
Until a pretty rose came along. Her petals dancing around his feet. teasingly, yet sincere.
Her sweet smile and innocent green eyes. Full of determination and gentle kindness in all aspects of life. It was nothing he had ever seen, neither as a young duke nor a Psychiatrist, who's job was to seek the lies in people's truths.
There was none of that in his love, no lie that was not usually his fault. No test she had not passed. If it was anyone who could be deceiving it would be him. His flower was too precious to do such a thing.
After months, even almost two years, of friendship and love. Full of sunlight and rain alike, did Vyn come to the realization, upon sitting across the mother he had not seen in a decade how truly smitten he was for you.
He confirmed it again as he spread you below him. Carefully peeling off layer by layer of Charmeuse and Chiffon from your body, being gentle to caress your bare and hot skin
Vyn decorated your soft body with his kisses and greedy bites. Originally teasing, he ended up becoming your pleasure dom.
His focus was not on himself nor his release, but as each moment passed, so did his desire to make you happy increased.
Vyn laid you down on the plush pillows of his bed, swiftly pulling one under the small of your back, closer to your hips to ensure you were comfortable. He made no move unless you said yes
Did not continue until he heard your praises and timid moans.
He held your hand and lightly rubbed the wedding ring on your finger as he pushed in, quivering as the pleasure swallowed him whole, and demanded more friction.
Vyn's gentle and slow thrusts turned passionate and harder. Only at your request did he begin to pound into you at his heart's content, no longer holding back.
Smoothly shifting his pace to your cute little noises. Though he, in question was in control. He was completely and utterly at your mercy. To fuck and love you as you wanted.
Eventually you caught on, and even then you insisted on pleasuring him too, whether it be jacking him off as you kisses away his insecurities or took him in your warm little throat, you took care of his wants and needs as if they were your own.
And when it came to you, he did everything until your trembled in pleasure, pulled on his hair to bring his lips closer to your puffy clit, arched your back and desperately rolled your hips for more of his cock.
The night grew darker, and so did the exhaustion in your sweaty bodies. Eventually his needy movements were slower, until he came inside you, loudly and slowly.
Vyn laid beside you that night, gently yet firmly cuddling your naked form against his, holding you so close and protectively as if you would be stolen away if gazed upon by outside entities.
That Morning, when the sun was at its peak golden color, he too gazed upon your body, and it took a lot out of him to get out of bed to make breakfast, coffee and prepare a bath for his ladywife.
Vyn smiled like an idiot as he went about doing his buisness, and even more so as he sat at your tucked in feet, leaning forwards with a tray of food and warm coffee with a tiny little cake slice of your preferred flavor.
Vyn careful shook you awake, and with a yawn and tired eyes you gazed upon his own. Smiling, he took your jaw in his fingers and kissed your cheek sweetly, the scent of sweet coffee and dessert lingering in the morning air.
"Are you alright, [y/n]...?" Artem, the senior attorney at the place you were working at, asked you as he saw you resting your head on your arms on your desktop.
You gave your best shot at looking up, but to no avail. "No..." You manged to blurt out to answer the man in front of you.
"You look like you need to rest, [y/n]," Rosa intervened as she scooted closer to you, rubbing your back. "Leave your desk as it is. I'll continue your work for you, okay?" With a quick glance at her green eyes and back to your computer, you admit that you still had a lot of work to be done and you felt ashamed about how many it was.
"No, I'll be okay," It wasn't long until your mouth pulled out a cough. "I guess not..."
"I'll call vyn to pick you up and have your health checked by him." Artem grabbed his phone from his pocket and started to dial someone before walking out of the room and into his office.
You groaned. You didn't want to feel embarrassed as you felt like you were being treated like a kid; not in a bad way, of course. Kiki and Celestine were giving you reassuring smiles and you smiled back at them.
You looked at the clock. 6:19pm. The sunset was slowly going down and turning the once-orange sky into a vague color mixture of purple and dark blue.
You told everyone at the firm you were going home. With a final look at the office, you started walking towards the exit hallway wherein you were greeted by Vyn.
"Vyn!" You smiled. "You were called by Artem, right...?"
"Yes," He answered. "That is correct." You examined his face— his striking yellow eyes were relaxed, but at the same time were telling you that he's concerned. The subtle softness of his face being perfectly framed by his golden glasses made your heart skip a beat and the way his hair contradicts with the hue of his eyes made eye contact difficult for you.
"It's fine," You lied, even though your head was throbbing. You couldn't bear to go any further without closing your eyes in an attempt to ease your pain. "I-I'm fine." The cold air given off by the air conditioner made you shiver a bit.
"Is that so?" He must have sensed that you were shaking and your hands were cold, so he covered you with his white coat. "You are lying. How about I take you to my clinic?"
"I just want to go home," You felt like that was a bit rude of you to answer that, considering that he was a few years older than you, so you took back what you said: "I'm sorry."
"It is fine," He smiled. "I will drive you to your apartment, then."
You two walked towards his car outside the firm. You held your droopy head with your hands as he started the engine, causing you to groan.
The ride was silent, yet it wasn't uncomfortable for you. You actually liked how thoughtful he is for not talking to you, since he probably knew that it was a chore for you to answer back to someone.
"He knows me too well," You thought. "Or maybe... He's just good at reading people, that's all."
"Here we are," He smiled whilst pulling the brakes of his car. A few seconds in and you were still holding your head, too weak to say anything. Before you could move a muscle, a warm hand was placed on your back, rubbing it to make you feel better.
You looked at the man beside you. "You will be okay," Smiling, he gave you a reassuring gaze. "We will get out of here whenever you're ready."
His patience never seems to let you down. He could look after twenty toddlers screaming and fighting and he still wouldn't be angry at them. You though to yourself that even though he may be a bit intimidating for some people, he could be as gentle as anyone can be.
"I'm okay, let's go." You smiled and you both got out of the car at the same time.
Locking the doors, you both entered the apartment without saying a word. The gentle breeze of the warm afternoon shifting to a cool evening made you smile as he placed a hand on your waist to keep your weak body from falling or anything in similar.
You sat on the couch as Vyn locked the doors behind him. "So.. How do you normally start your check ups?" You asked him to try to open a conversation.
"I usually greet them then I state how I will give them a check up," He said. You gripped the white coat that's around your body. "For you, I will just be quick."
You hummed in response.
"Excuse me." He whispered as he slowly removed the coat away from your body. You then felt a cool metal pressed against your heart after he slowly moved your shirt out of the way.
This was somewhat therapeutic for you, at least, that's what you thought. As the cold metal hit your chest, Vyn's warm breathing was on your skin as well and that made you look away, face flushed.
"Please, turn around. I will monitor your lungs," He gently ordered, and you obeyed. He slowly slid his hands up your back and the same, cold metal smoothly ran across your back, stopping at random. "Done."
You turned back around, facing him again. Vyn placed his stethoscope away and said, "Finally, I'll give you a quick inspection, as well as I.. feel if there are any complications..."
The both of you stopped. You knew that it was part of a thorough check-up and you weren't against that.
"...Would that be alright?" His calming voice interrupted your thoughts. He must've thought that because you stopped, you weren't letting him but in reality you were actually feeling like your heart was about to burst from the butterflies in your stomach.
"Y-yes.." You stuttered. Vyn gave you a light chuckle and said that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
That embarrassment of your quockly turned into even more butterflies in your stomach as he held your neck in the gentlest way possible, checking if there are anything bad to be concerned about. At the same time, he was examining your face.
He did these for about a few minutes and as he was done, you were kind of bummed about it. You laid your body down on the leather couch, pulling a blanket over you.
You noticed the pink streak across his face as he moved closer to you.
"I can stay here for the night," He started. "If you want." You two locked eyes for a second and he then sat on the floor, resting his head on his folded arms, looking admiringly at you.
"I'd like that." You smiled, closing your eyes.
Then, you felt a warm kiss on your forehead, letting you know that you were going to be okay. You eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light your apartment had.
Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, making you pull him closer to your face until his soft lips met your warmer ones. He placed a hand on your neck, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.
The whole apartment was quiet, except for the low buzzing of the ceiling fans and you and Vyn's kisses. His other hand trailed on your hair, gently moving his fingers around and you sighed in response.
Pulling back, he left a final kiss on your cheek before saying,
she knew about the love letters Luke always receives, knew that girls in school swoon over him — but the one thing she doesn't know was that none of this matter to him, because all he ever wanted was her.
theme/genre(s): alternate universe, canon diversion, fabricated past of luke and reader, back into high school, school prom, Luke is popular, Luke is the IT boy in school, quiet mutual pinning, angst with a happy ending
A cottage amidst a field of flowers (Fluff Oneshot)
a/n: I highly encourage listening to a playlist I made while reading this chapter because it was inspired by that playlist. If not that, listen to the composition "New Home" by Austin Farewell. It's absolutely amazing.
ao3 version
Summary: You and Vyn buy a cottage just outside of Stellis.
Word Count: 663
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"Sweetheart, come here," Vyn says in the most gentle voice. He's pointing you towards the mountain of blankets he put on the couch. You and Vyn have just moved to a small, quaint town just outside of Stellis. Both of you bought a small cottage in the middle of a field of trees and flowers. You and Vyn love collecting and taking care of plants, so this was the perfect location for both of you. "Wait a minute," you yell, as you prepare two hot chocolates. You put tiny bits of dark chocolate nubs on Vyn's mug because he likes it a little bit bitter. You walk towards the living room, surprised to see Vyn so immersed in the book he's reading. You smile to yourself. You thought, "This man is the love of my life." You are filled with joy and comfort as you stare at him. Vyn looks at you.
"What are you staring at?" He asks you, looking quizzical.
"Nothing," you answer. You find yourself internally smiling at the sight.
You placed the mugs on the wooden coffee table that came with the cottage.
"Come here," Vyn says as he extends his arms, motioning for you to sit under his arms. As you sit under his long, slender arms, you feel warmth in your cheeks. He kisses your cheek as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, putting the blanket around both of your bodies. He stares at you, wondering how he was able to have such a wonderful and beautiful woman. He'll do everything he can to deserve you every day.
"So what are we going to read today?" You ask Vyn, scooting closer to him, desiring the warmth his body provided.
"Hmm, let me surprise you."
You laugh at his remark. You nod at him. He stands and picks up a book from the pile of boxes sitting at the side of your living room. You must admit that you miss the warmth his body provided. His gentle touch and the slight friction on his skin gave you. You stare at him as he walks towards the turntable. Of course, he chooses classical music. He goes back under the blanket and hands you the book. As you open the book and read the first few lines, you feel Vyn’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulders. He kisses your forehead longingly. You grabbed the hand that was on your waist and intertwined it with your fingers. You didn't mind holding the book with only one hand. As you turn to the next page, you hear the faint sound of rain on the roof. This scene was truly picturesque. The classical music, along with the slight drops of rain in the background. However, that is not the best thing about this moment. It's not the fact that you're surrounded by flowers or that you're living in a cottage amidst a vast field of flowers. It's the fact that Vyn Richter is by your side, his hands intertwined with yours, and his eyes gleaming with love when he looks at you. He was yours, and you were his. You wouldn't have it any other way. You reach for your cup of hot chocolate. You take one sip, leaving chocolate remnants around your lips. Vyn chuckled at the sight of you. He holds your chin and pulls it closer to his face. You stare at his eyes. You see his desire and passion-filled eyes wander around your face. He leans closer, putting his lips parallel to yours. He brushes his plump lips against yours, rendering you completely red. You close your eyes, waiting for the moment. You feel his hot breath on your face. Before you knew it, he kissed you, full of love, longing, and adoration. He mouths the words "I love you" as he kisses you. You cup his face, deepening the kiss more.
