A/N: sorry for inactivity again!! I'll be posting some drafts (like this one) to slowly empty them out (sorry if it's bad!)
Warnings: implied sarcasm/exaggeration in tone, somewhat suggestive because of a lot of kissing/making out + teasing
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Hoyoverse men who have the audacity to say, "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." when they're in the middle of kissing you. The man whose eyes are the first to fall on you when you're within his line of sight. Who's the first to say "I miss you" and kisses you like there's no tomorrow even when he saw you ten minutes ago. I mean, how dare he?
For some of them, he means it in a factual way, because he only wants the best for you and wants you to know that you both have all the time in the world. You're his sweet partner, and his heart breaks in two knowing you do this because you miss him, and have been deprived of his affection- but don't worry he'll give it to you. He feels you hugging him so tight, and all he can do is hug you tighter for your heart to feel safe and to let you know he means his words. He'll do whatever to ensure you have what you want.
And for others, he's 100% doing it to rile you up. To tease you. For them, at this point he knows he's already spoiled you with affection and yet he keeps lighting the fuse ever so slightly. In his heart he also can tell you miss him- your clawing hands griping his jacket so tightly and knuckles pressing into his chest, why wouldn't he know? He would do anything for you, and anything to relish in these moments longer. So don't mistake him for just wanting to poke your sides, because this feeling is something he is not willing to give up easily either.
But it doesn't matter because in the end you will bury yourself impossibly closer into his arms, hoping that you stay there forever. And you will continue to kiss your man as you please, because even he himself will not stop you from loving him.
"I'm all yours."
Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Diluc, Kaeya, Wriothesley, Argenti, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Sunday, Luke, Artem, Vyn, Marius (this is just who I thought of, but you can imagine whoever you like!)
this is my first time writing for tears of themis! i’m def a vyn main <333
Vyn hates competition when it comes to you. He always has to be the one getting you the best gifts, taking you out to the nicest places, talking to you the longest, and the whole works.
If you mention the place Artem took you for lunch during your break, he’ll take you out somewhere more expensive for dinner. If you show him the gift Luke got for you, he’ll buy you another, but bigger and better. Marius buys you a necklace? No, you don’t wear that material, and that specific stone clashes with your eyes. Vyn knows you far better, and that’s why he already got you a necklace that matches the earrings he got you last week. And you'd better expect the matching bracelet in the days to come.
Every time he sees you, he scans your outfit, searching for the items he bought for you. That blouse was something he gifted you, the jewellery a mix of your own and expensive, or sometimes even handmade products from him. Everything checked out; it is familiar, except for those shoes.
"Are those shoes new?" He asks, watching intently as you smile and look down at the designer flats on your feet.
"Yeah! Marius got them for me. He wanted to take me to a gallery, but I didn't have suitable shoes, so he gave me these. Aren't they nice?" You're too sweet for your own good. You can't see that Marius was trying to buy his way into your heart. Vyn could see it. He'd never do anything like that...
"That's convenient of him to have a spare pair of shoes in your measurements, don't you think?" Vyn pushes his glasses further up his nose, taking his eyes off of those detestable shoes. "And the gallery. Was that exciting, rosebud?"
He never seemed to get over your reaction to that simple nickname. You were far too adorable for your own good, and even cuter with your cheeks dusted in pink. "It was alright," Your response seems indifferent to Vyn, but you quickly add another sentence. "I enjoyed it, although it was mostly just the same as the last time you took me."
"And I suppose he didn't know you had already been." Vyn chuckles proudly, an almost imperceptible smug look on his face. That was another win in his books. "Well, I can make up for his misdeeds. If you're not doing anything, would you like to come to a concert with me after our lunch?"
"The concert of that famous touring orchestra? I thought the tickets were sold out!" A gasp slips from your lips, eye widening so delectably as he procures two VIP tickets from his pocket. "Were you... saving them for right now?"
He just shrugs, slipping the tickets back into his pocket. "I guess I just knew you'd come with me. Besides, isn't an orchestra much better than a gallery? And afterwards I'll take you out to dinner. I heard you had a rather unsavoury time at a restaurant Artem picked the other day. No need to fret, rosebud, the place I'm planning on taking you is much higher class, so there's no question about the quality of the food."
Vyn Richter knows how to play you, knows your likes, dislikes, and the time you spend with other men. He will always one up them. Always. You were his perfect rose, after all.
You're an adopted princess forced to repay her debt by choosing a husband. Four suitors stand before you... so who will you choose in this NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure?
Marius von Hagen, Artem Wing, Vyn Richter, Luke Pearce x Fem!Reader
NSFW Choose Your Own Adventure, Historical Romance AU
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🎮interactive fanfic "Under the Crown" by horadi
📖 Episode 1 of ?
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.”
#synopsis. vyn richter has always been a patient, well-adjusted man. but when his beloved is constrained to their bed with leather bounds that cost a little bit too much—he can't say he'll be a saint.
#tags. 18+ mdni, not proof read, degradation, nicknames of pet/slave, tied up, soft core smut (no real smooching and tootin'), afab! fem! reader
#count. 659
vyn richter has never been the type to half-ass anything. not his profession, not his research, not his breakfast, nor his personal life. so, it shouldn't come to surprise when vyn shows you a new, pristine set of cuffs and collars.
he's set the trunk of the high quality material on your bed, you stand in front of it in awe. your fingers brush against the smooth leather. vyn watches you from behind, a predator watching his prey.
"do you like it?" he whispers, taking a step forward. he's close enough that you can feel his growing hard-on against your rear.
"i love it," you respond, voice small as you eye the trunk. it'd only been a few days since vyn shared with you his true sexual fantasy—a master and slave dynamic, he said. unquestioned loyalty and power. you had half the mind to say you weren't surprised to find out about it.
he smirks behind you, his hand on your waist.
"you did well last night," he murmurs, breathing in the scent of you. his nose trails from your ear to the hollow of your throat. "so, so well."
you swallow thickly, tensing. he likes that. he'd taken it a step further, tying you up against the post of the bed. all you could do was reply 'yes, master' and allow him to do whatever he wanted. he's been riding that high ever since.
"so well that i thought to finally get you a proper set," he says, tightening his grip around your waist. you know what it entails and you comply, because of course you do. your body relaxes, leaning into his touch. "such a good pet, such a good slave."
you reel at the praise, letting out a soft sound of pleasure. he lets out a soft hum.
"i bet you're soaking wet already," he whispers, nibbling on your ear. you gasp, wanting to touch him but knowing better than to do so without his explicit person. "are you wearing the set i left on the bed earlier?"
he knows you are, you'd never been the type to be disobedient. always so submissive and pliant for him. he revels in the feeling.
"do you want me to tie you up again?" he whispers, kissing up your neck. "want your master to take good care of his pretty girl, yeah?"
you whimper, arching your back into him. vyn takes that as a yes, or as much of a 'yes' you could give considering the situation. he hums, spinning you before gently pushing you onto the bed.
your gasps only serve to rile him up more. it doesn't take long before your clothes are gone, the skimpy white lingerie set he bought you covering whatever was left to cover. vyn, still fully clothed, now makes good use of the new toy he's bought for you.
he clasps the leather around your wrist, attaching the metal to the headboard. you tug but it doesn't budge. he does the same for the ankle of your feet, briefly kissing your inner thigh once he's done. you look up at him again.
"my perfect little toy," he growls, kissing up to your navel. "i can use you whenever, i want to, can't i?"
you nod, your body reacting to his touch as you tug on the constraints.
"so, so good," he growls. "you know your place, don't you?"
this time, a breathy 'yes' leaves your lips. he smirks, that stupid smile that allows you to peek into his brain for just a moment. manipulative, daring, calculating. all you can do is shiver in the constraints he's forced you into.
vyn richter, by day, was at your service. but tonight? you were nothing more than a glorified fleshlight he could force to do anything too.
and as you try to squeeze your thighs together for some friction, only to be pushed open again, it becomes clear that it'll be a loooong night.
a/n: just a short soft core smut as a little appetizer..mostly just wasn't sure how else to write him but lmk if you guys want a part two!
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(Tears of Themis) Vyn Richter x gn!Reader . Smut . Top Vyn/Bottom Reader, Dom Vyn/Sub Reader, Clothed Sex, Desk Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Penetrative Sex, Voice Kink
Petname Used For Reader; 'My darling'
" Unbothered to properly remove yours or his clothing, Vyn fucks you over his desk in his classroom at Stellis University. "
Ao3 Mirror . 486 Words
Kintober Day 5: Clothed Sex
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Vyn has you bent over his desk in his classroom, during the after hours of the day. Both of you remaining clothed, shoving aside only what's necessary for the connection of him and your insides.
With a mind half taken over by pleasure you tune into the hushed pants he lets out. Concentrated solely on the movements, pulling away only to get more of you again.
He isn't in any rush. Taking his time with a sweetly steady pace. Someone could probably find you like this. He'd be more worried about your reputation than his own, honestly. Though he's hardly concerned. Took in the risk and decided you were worth everything.
Vyn leans down, peppering little kisses along your shoulder. Reaching deeper and deeper, barely pulling out now. His ever clean labcoat continues to sway with his movements.
His hands run along your sides. Wishing to feel you even through the barriers of fabric. Each fiber currently serves to separate the both of you from proper skin to skin contact.
"I'll just have to savor you in full later." He thinks aloud, muttering right into your ear. Allowing a moan to slip at the thought alone, and you can feel him throb. Clenching in return yourself in response to the sound.
A dark chuckle purposefully escapes him, "It seems you like the thought of that as well. Or maybe you're enjoying the fact I'm so close, hearing me right in your ear, hm?" He caught on. Of course he did. You bury your head in your arms atop the desk. Too fucked out for words right now, unlike him. Perfectly eloquent even in a moment such as this.
Vyn sighs, a sigh of both bliss and resignation "As much as I'm enjoying this, we should wrap this up." Slithering his touch away from your hips and down to your crotch, "I want to get home soon so I can feel you in full."
Skillfully he toys with the spot in between your thighs, touching every inch of flesh there just right. As if he has your entire body mapped out in his mind. He picks up what speed he can, unwilling to withdraw from his place by your ear. Letting you hear all he has to offer you.
Sweat builds on your skin, heat trapped underneath your clothing. You divert your attention away from that and focus on the building orgasm. Every touch, every sound, it alights the nerves spanning across your body in the best way possible. Your close, you're so close-
"Cum for me, my darling."
And it snaps. Leaving you shuddering despite the way you're burning up. Vyn is soon to follow with a broken groan, the two of you riding out highs together. Eventually left panting while satisfaction ebbs until you can muster a thought resembling coherency.
From behind you hear can car keys jingling. This was only the appetizer, after all.
↬ request from anon ; could I request the NXX boys with a s/o who received the injury while they were away and how would they take care of them during their healing process?
↬ notes ; artem wing (zuo ran), luke pearce (xia yan), marius von hagen (lu jinghe), vyn richter (mo yi) x gn!reader
↬ from ice ; hihi!! unfortunately i was quite busy this week so i wasn't as active 😵 also as someone who's often in hospital i rly related to this request :') but anyways i hope you enjoy!
↬ warning(s) ; reader has an unspecified injury to their foot, artem + luke carry reader (but they're crazy strong so they can def lift u up dw)
please reblog ! it helps a lot :)
[ artem wing / zuo ran ! ]
as soon as artem heard that you were injured, he would want to drop everything he was doing and rush to be by your side at once. unfortunately, reality means that he can't just ditch his job, so he finishes his work so quickly that even celestine is surprised and he heads home at once.
upon seeing the state of your foot and the way you wince in pain as you try to hobble towards him and greet him, artem lifts you up like you weigh nothing and brings you straight to the bedroom. he surrounds you with a million pillows and if necessary, elevates your foot with a stack of cushions too. for the entire time that you're injured, artem applies for permission to work at home, and he'll be by your side day and night. whatever you need, he'll get it for you at once so you don't even have to lift a finger.
when he realises that you're feeling upset about your injury, artem would hold your palm in his, gently squeezing your hand as he listens to you talk about your worries. he understands that such a sudden injury can be earthshaking, especially when it results in such a loss of autonomy. but artem wants you to know that he'll be with you every step of the way until and after you're 100% healed.
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[ luke pearce / xia yan ! ]
luke would be working at the antique store when you call him and tell him you've injured your foot while at work. his first emotion is complete and utter panic, he can't lose you again- but then he snaps back into focus and tells you he'll be on the way immediately. he grabs a bunch of things that might be helpful like an ice pack, bandages and cotton pads before driving to your workplace at lightning speed (he definitely runs a couple of red lights in his hurry).
once luke brings you home, he won't even hear one single word about how you want to help him, or how he shouldn't worry too much about you. he'll just carry you and lay you down on the sofa, putting on your favourite tv show to help pass the time while he goes to prepare a meal for you. he does his best to keep you as involved as possible, asking you about which spices you want, and walking to the couch just to give you a taste test. at that point you both remember that he's terrible at cooking, so you settle for ordering takeout instead LOL.
throughout the course of your recovery, luke flits about you like a worried butterfly. he doesn't want you to strain yourself, so even when you're taking your first few steps again, luke is the one who looks like he's going to pass out from nervousness. if you ever tell him that you feel like a burden because you aren't able to do anything for now, luke will reassure you with soft kisses and whispered words of comfort. as someone with a chronic illness, he understands how useless you can feel when you're bedridden, so he knows just what to say to help you feel better.
[ marius von hagen / lu jinghe ! ]
marius is actually the bane of his directors' existence. the second you call him and tell him you're injured, he dismisses everyone in the meeting room, muttering something about rescheduling it to another day. he leaves everything up to poor vincent, who's forced to deal with the wrath of the old men on the board of directors. marius drives way over the speed limit back home, and he doesn't care at all about the accumulated speed tickets he's going to have to pay - nothing is more important than getting to you asap.
once he's got you tucked into bed and is convinced that you aren't in mortal danger, marius is soo dramatic about the whole thing it's almost as if he's the one that's injured. "but i was so worried about you! you almost drove me to an early grave, is that what you want, mx lawyer?!" he clutches his heart and stumbles around the room, which at least succeeds in cheering you up a little. unfortunately, marius can't skip out on work to be with you because pax would probably fall apart in two seconds without him at the wheel, so he relies on payton to give you everything you need (it shows how much he trusts his butler that he even entrusts your safety to him).
marius would spend as much time with you as he could, always cuddled up next to you and resting his head in the crook of your neck as you thread your hands through his hair. he'll talk about everything under the sun, hoping it distracts you from your pain. when you confess that you've been feeling down because of your injury, marius comforts you the best way he can, letting you vent as much as you need to get everything off your chest. after that he tells you that he'll treat you like royalty every day if it means that you'll feel less bad about him doing it while you're injured.
[ vyn richter / mo yi ! ]
one of the perks of running your own workplace is that you can do whatever you want, and that is exactly what vyn does. when he hears you're injured, he informs his receptionist that he'll be unavailable for the next few days except for patients with extremely urgent needs that can't be handled by the nurses. with that out of the way, he calls ogier and drives home at once, not caring how many traffic lights he ignores.
anyone who saw vyn at the time might say that he was unbothered about your injury upon looking at the way he calmly handled the situation, merely asking you what happened and checking the prescribed medications. but you know better, because you notice all the small details about him that no one else would; the way his usually flawless hair is now messy, or how his eyes flicker to you every second as if you're going to disappear into thin air, or the way his hand is ever so slightly trembling as he holds onto you so tightly.
as a psychiatrist, vyn can spot the signs of how upset you are before you say anything, but he waits for you to tell him first because he doesn't want to put any pressure on you. when you open up to him, vyn isn't judgemental at all, he listens to you carefully and reminds you that your feelings are valid. after all, it must have been incredibly difficult for you to cope with such an unexpected injury, and he's so proud of you for being so strong. vyn would help you start to walk again, and the look in his eyes when you take your first few steps on your own almost makes the whole thing worth it.
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(Vyn x reader, reader is referred to as wife, reader is kinda sorta mc/rosa but kinda not, so fem!reader, I can’t believe i have to wait a year to marry this man on en servers </3)
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Making your way downstairs, you spot your fiancé sitting on the couch. You don’t know why, but seeing him work on his tablet brings you back to when you didn’t know him so well. You can recall that same serious expression from your first meeting. It reminds you of all the ways you would refer to him, and the way you will soon.
“Dr. Ritcher.” He looks up from the couch. You watch him furrow his brows slightly, taking in what you said.
“You haven’t called me that in a long time,” He can’t help but smile at you, you’re always gorgeous (and all his). “Is something the matter?”
You don’t answer his question. You keep his gaze as you descend the stairs, speaking again when you reach the bottom.
“Vyn.” At that his expression morphs into one more familiar. A smile filled with warmth, one that lets you know that he knows you’re up to something.
“Yes, my dear?” He says your name as well, putting the tablet down on the seat next to him.
You fill the empty space in his lap, arms coming up to hug around his neck as you sit on top of him. He steadies you with his own hands on your hips, and you can feel the warmth of them through your clothes.
“Fiancé.” At that, he reaches up to move one of your arms to hold your hand. He brings it up to his mouth to kiss the finger wearing your engagement ring.
“A dream come true.”
You remove your hand from his grip to cup his cheek. He watches you lean in close enough that your lips almost touch as you speak.
“Husband.”
A beautiful shade of pink shows up on his face, and once again his hands are on your waist. This time his thumbs are drawing circles on your hips.
“I love the sound of that.” The sentence is whispered right up against your lips.
Your stomach does a flip as he looks straight into your eyes. He’s taking you in, all of you, and you’re doing to same to him. His next words are more than just a title. They’re a promise. Sealed with a kiss.
