#artem smut

[byizoyas]

tears of themis ; drabbles

nsfw. ✩ nxx boys being so jealous they have to remind you (or themselves) who you belong to [fem!reader] featuring: artem, marius, luke, vyn

a/n ✩ this is only just a teasing, longer versions for each of them will be uploaded later ehe also this is my first tot fic idk if y’all read it BUT ive been wanting to write for them for a while now

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ artem doesn’t talk a lot when he’s feeling irritated or upset about something. he usually prefers to keep it to himself but when he sees you from afar, joking around with his forever rival, he cannot contain himself any longer; taking you by the hand and pulling you away from the party, away from him. his hand is gripping a bit too hard on your wrist that you feel it hurting already yet before you can speak, his lips are already pressed against yours. his hands go down on your body, reaching out to your ass, squeezing it as if it helped him relax. and it seems that it does help, because you feel his lips curling up into a smile against your skin. ‘what’s gotten into you ?’ you ask. and all you get as an answer is him, looking away; obviously avoiding your eyes.

‘is it not okay for me to want you when you look so divine in that dress ?’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ marius easily gets jealous whenever you get too close to other men; because he knows how beautiful and desirable you are.of course he’s not speaking his feelings everytime he happens to not like you talking to a man. but this time it is too much. he puts down his glass, approaching both of you slowly. ‘i need to see y/n in private.’ he says. actually he orders you to follow him. and his hand quickly seizes yours anyway, so you cannot deny his request. he closes the door to his office behind you. locks it. ‘oh ? here ?’ you say, walking around his huge office, staring at the city lights. the view at night is breathtaking from up here yet you don’t have the time to truly enjoy it when you feel his body pressing against yours. he is hard, and slowly unzipping the back of your dress. ‘i want you.’ he whispers against your skin. ‘you are mine.’ he adds, dropping kisses on several places and you feel two of his fingers slide into your wet cunt. ‘ngh~ why are you like that ? the event only just started.’ to that he simply keeps on fucking you with his fingers, and stuffs your mouth with the fingers of his other hand, commanding you to suck it.

‘no.’ he giggles ‘me fucking you only just started and you will be moaning my name over again, asking for more of my cock inside of you.’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ luke hates himself for having the idea of bringing you here; to a jet ski class. he feared that you’d spend a bad moment and wouldn’t dare to tell him; yet you seem to quite like it. a bit too much he thinks. now, he’s standing alone on the sand, unable to take his eyes off you as you’re clinging hard onto the teacher’s body. of course he keeps his composure with the stranger; but the way he takes your hand and takes little time to get you out of here says a lot about his true feelings. luke sits on the driver’s seat of his car, but does not turn the engine on yet. instead he pulls you into his lap so he can enjoy the direct view of your boobs. a view that is his and his only. he helps you take your shirt off. he’s usually softer, but you ask no question because you already know that this is only a vague insight of how jealous he must be. he buries his head into your neck, biting and licking it to show you how bad he wants you now. and since actions don’t seem to be expressive enough to him, he speaks up against your skin.

‘i’m gonna mark you as mine. i’m gonna fuck you hard and you will be clinging to me, begging for me to be more gentle.’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ vyn can get pretty sadistic in bed if he feels like it and since he knows you enjoy it too, he doesn’t really hide his fantasies to you. he’s eyeing you now. has been for a while since the beginning of the party in fact, and no cheerful expression of yours around that man escaped his observant eyes. ‘may i ?’ he politely asks for more of you in the middle of your conversation. but this is only a facade and you know it. you can see in his eyes, all the things he’s going to do to you and feel yourself getting wet to your simple imagination. he opens the bathroom door to you. ‘the toilets ? very elegant doctor richter.’ you tease; but he’s in no mood to accept it. he’s grabbing your waist, making you turn around and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. he pulls down your skirt and before you can tease him again, he spanks you hard, and bites your shoulder.

‘a pretty slut like you deserves no better than a vulgar bathroom to be fucked. and i will be doing it all night.’

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[andraxicated]

Artem wing x detective! Reader quickies at the crime scene. Very unprofessional but they just can’t help themselves 😩🥴

tw: fucking at a crime scene, creampie, unprotected sex, risky Artem

a/n: I have to admit I don't play tot and genshin anymore hshshshs. because I hit the endgame in both games and everything I do is so repetitive like leveling characs, daily tasks, the content in general, etc.

I apologize for this super late writing anon :(( You get to bonk me with a baguette for this.

Artem considers himself to be on the right path in terms of his morals. But when you suddenly came over into his life, he had been recently questioning himself if he was still doing the right thing.

Because it is definitely not ethical to be having a tent in his pants as you talk away about the clues found by the forensic team or the maid's testimonies about the robbery that happened.

His blue eyes scan the entirety of the area. The house is a mess with shattered windows, broken vases, shelves missing something expensive—and the inviting expanse of your skin by the collar—

Artem momentarily coughed, a blush appearing on his cheeks. You raised an eyebrow, asking if he's alright but he nods anyway as he motions for you to continue.

"As I was saying, some of the maids' testimonies do not match so we need to interrogate them further..." Your voice drifts off in his consciousness. Artem remembers the steps you took in front of him and how your pants had shown the outline of your underwear. And he also bashfully recalls how both of you spent the night together before, your moans of his name like a mantra in his head.

"Artem! Artem~ Hnghh, I love you." You moaned, leaving bite marks all over his neck as he fills you up below.

He feels like a fucking pervert yet it turns him on even further.

"Artem Wing! What is happening to you?!" Your voice pierces through his daydreams, the tone a stark contrast to your lovely moans.

Artem's cheeks are tinted pink, eyes clouded with memories, and both of his hands clasped together right above his crotch as if he's hiding something.

"What are you doing?"

He could only pull his coat closer to his body to hide the bulge that's been begging to be freed.

With an awkward cough, he replies, "I find myself uncomfortable in this environment. It's too dusty, let's go now-"

"You mean to say you're horny?" "(y/n!)" Artem suddenly clasps a hand over your mouth, his face burning red from your vulgar words. Naturally, the coat flails off what he's been trying to hide and there you see the obvious tent right in his slacks.

The feeling of his dick is still fresh inside your body. Your then pussy jumps and aches for her counterpart as you remove his hand and tell him what he wants to hear.

"Fuck me right here"

"No" He looks at you like you've grown a head or two. Shaking his head furiously as he dismisses the idea of fucking you at a crime scene.

"I've sent everyone away besides, isn't it more thrilling doing it here? Think of it as a one-time thing, it's too risky to do it any other time so...we'll take this chance right now." You whine, pulling on his hand to try to convince him as Artem contemplates whether to listen to his rationale or horny.

"Please?" You give the best puppy eyes you could make, hoping it'll remind him of the look you give him when begging to put it inside your mouth.

And it did.

Artem moans, trying his best to lower down the volume but the feeling of being swallowed whole by your pussy has him letting out the most gorgeous sounds you ever heard. "Nghhh, (y/n) fuck. I-I thought you'd just suck me off." He groans against your neck, pushing your back flat against the wall with each thrust.

He didn't dare to look down or else he'll combust too quickly. Well, he really had to finish early since it was a quickie but Artem just couldn't get enough of the feel of your pussy sucking him in. You're wet and it's so easy for him to glide inside your walls to which you let out little moans that get swallowed up by his kisses.

"Isn't this better?-ahh. Y-you feel so good, Mr. Wing." You tease him by moaning his title which spurs him on to pump faster, wiping the grin off your face as he repeatedly hits your special spot.

"W-wait Artem! I'm gonna-" You try to push him off in a panic, fearing that your mixtures will fall to the floor with no cloth to wipe in sight. "Gonna cum!" You whine, mouth opening in ecstasy as you spasm and release around his cock.

You look back at Artem and see he's flushed as hell, lip bit and bangs falling around his face. He's focused on the view of his cock entering your hole, looking like a man on a mission as he fucks you into the wall.

"Love, I'm gonna release inside you, I'm sorry." He apologizes even though he secretly loves the feeling of cumming inside your pussy.

But before you could reply, a knock resounds on the front door shooting both of your eyebrows up in shock. "Mr. Wing? Ms. (y/n)? Are you guys still there?" You look at Artem in a panic but he seems to not mind anymore, too pussy drunk to care about professionalism.

You realize they'll get suspicious if you don't reply so you try your best to stabilize your voice in an attempt to speak.

"Yes!" You breathe out as if you'd run a marathon. "We're still discussing-!" Artem thrusts particularly hard, making your mouth 'o' shaped as your voice stops.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming. You better take all of this, don't let a single drop or we'll get caught."

You do hope the cutoff of your voice didn't sound too suspicious as Artem fucks his cock back into you as quickly as he can before moaning without a care about the team right outside. You had to cover his mouth as you squint, feeling the onslaught of liquid inside you.

The softening length lightly thrusts again to push some of the cum back inside. You're overstimulated and embarrassed, post-nut clarity hitting you like a truck yet it didn't seem to settle into Artem yet.

"So so good..." He whispers, seemingly wanting to get a round two but you stop him with a reminder of where you are.

"Artem put me down. They're looking for us."

"Who?"

Your eyes widen, finding his lust-filled haze amusing and scary. "My team? We're still at a crime scene."

Artem then stills, realizing that he's still inside of you and that what he had done is very very unprofessional.

But, fuck professionalism if it meant seeing you walk funny because his cum is resting inside you.

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[summerscribble]

After Work // Artem Wing

tw nsfw, fem read, fem x artem, pregnancy kink, mating press, no protection, penetration, blowjob, mdni

summary last week, when you were drunk, you somewhat shyly brought up to your husband, Artem that you wanna have his kids, and the following morning you couldn't recall anything, Artem had been thinking a lot about that date night, and what your drunk ass said, it is even affecting his work. Tonight, he settles on his pondering and decides to remind you about the words you've forgotten.

Artem has been busier these days, you arrive home early but he decides to stay longer, and you miss doing little chores with him like cooking dinner together or taking a bath together before hopping into bed and then cuddling to sleep, in short, you have been missing your husband a lot lately.

However, he slides into bed late at night when you're already deep asleep, you barely have a short interaction during work hours as you both are working on different cases. It's just those little moments, where you aren't getting any quality time for each other since last week's date night where you ended up consuming a lot of liquor to even remember how you ended up from the restaurant to your bedroom.

You just wanna have him for the weekend so you can take care of your hard-working husband but Artem has been so involved in work. You worry about his health because he still strictly follows his perfect schedule but it is now tiresome in his eyes, he doesn't even talk much during breakfast.

You have learned how to cook lately so it's very efficient for both of you and even a great help during your husband's busy schedule days. The light conversation you only get to have with him is in the morning which also gets interrupted by any of his urgent calls.

"Are you leaving early?" You ask when he pours juice into your glass.

He gives a small smile, "I have to."

"Artem…" You hold his arm gently, "I'm worried about you. I want to help you with this case."

There's a reflection of pain in his eyes, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to stress you out. There was this misleading evidence I had to look into on an urgent basis. We are going to wrap up most of the stuff today. I will be coming home tonight on time."

"Please, let me know if you want any help, Artem." You worryingly stroke on his hand.

He places a soft kiss on your lips, "Of course."

Artem leaves for work early again, he is indeed busy with work these days but the main thing that kept distracting him from doing his work correctly was the conversation he had with you a week back when you both were having a date at a restaurant and by the end of the night you both were tipsy. While getting into an Uber he remembers you whispered in his ear, "Artem, I wanna become a mother."

That immediately flushed his face and he looked back at you. You were more than tipsy. He searched for any seriousness on your face but you remained smiling at him. It's not like you guys never had this conversation about becoming parents, it was just too sudden for now.

He asked, "You wanna have children?"

You nod hugging him, "I want a little artem and take him to school and take care of him."

That made him chuckle.

You frowned at him, "Don't you think we should start planning for kids."

He was drunk and not in the right state of mind to have that conversation at that time. He was just getting nervous to even imagine himself as a father figure.

You softly kissed him on the lips that night, "I love you, babe."

It melts his heart every time he hears that. He kissed you back, "I love you more." And now he wanted to keep the promise of giving you the world when he decided to marry the love of his life. Did you want kids? Okay, he is going to learn how to be the best father.

You do not remember much about what happened that night and also don't remember that you told him you wanted to have kids. But it has been always in the back of your head that someday you want to start a family with him. You finished your work early and checked on Artem and he was not in the office. You asked about his whereabouts and you were informed that he was still on sight.

You texted him and he replied that he would be back home soon and cook dinner for you. You rushed back home and started preparing for dinner, you can't let your husband come tired at home and cook for you. Why can't your man understand that you want him to have a little rest lately?

You finished preparing the dinner and were waiting for him but then he texted you he would be late again. That made your mood a little bit gloomy. You had dinner alone, took a bath, and now you were in bed alone.

You stretch your hand to the side where Artem usually sleeps. You sigh cause you miss him. You leave a text but no reply and while waiting for that you fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, you feel a warm palm brushing against your stomach. You feel your husband's warm presence behind you. You stretch your hand to pull him closer, "When did you return?"

You look at the nightstand, the digital clock reads 02:45 AM. "Just a minute ago or something." Artem's deep voice lingers in the darkness near your ear as he pulls your back closer to his chest. A sudden heat rises down your core.

You speak softly, "Artem-"

"Yes baby," He kisses your neck. You let out a soft moan. The cedarwood scent his washed heavily in exhaustion from the long day he must have had.

"You must be tired, Artem." He's still in his work clothes.

"I wrapped up everything and hurried back to you." He leaves a bite on your earlobe. His other hand still rubbing on your stomach and sliding a bit down. You exhale sharply. It's almost been a week since Artem and you had sex. You sense the urgency of need in his movement reflecting something similar to yours.

"Artem… You don't have to tonight--"

He stops, "Are you tired? I can cuddle you to sleep." But his hand says otherwise as it slides up into your t-shirt around your breasts.

"Artem-It's not-" He pinches your nipples. The air almost halts passing down your throat.

"You smell so good, baby," His warm breath touches your cold skin when he buries his nose into your neck, inhaling sharply, "I miss having meals with you, I miss bathing with you." He pulls your body closer filling the depth between your bodies, "I fucking missed you."

Before you could respond he tucks your hair under his finger and attacks your nape with wet kisses, "Baby, I need you." He brushes his growing bulge on your ass.

"I need you too." It trembles you more when he tilts your face to access your lips and before that, you witness a pure hunger of desire in his eyes.

He claims your lips between his and deepens the kiss, fondling and massaging your breasts. You moan in between and feel his lips curling, "Fuck. I missed you more." He slides down and leaves wet kisses on your tits. You brush your fingers into his soft hair. You love when he fucks you in his work clothes. It just does something to you. It crumbles your walls and your husband knows it well.

In seconds he removes your t-shirt and throws it on the floor leaving you naked in your panty. He sits on his knees in between you. His burning stare flames up your skin. You try covering your tits with your hand. His blazing gaze in taking every inch detail of your body, "Baby, you remember? You said last week you want to have kids."

Nothing could have prepared you for hearing, that. It makes your eyes widen in shock, "I-What?"

Artem removes his jacket while responding, "You said it's time we finally have a kid." Your clits believe that's the sweetest thing she has heard. Having kids. Damn, you don't even remember you mentioned it.

"Artem, I don't remember much."

He removes his tie. You love how he's s giving you the best strip show. Cause you have told Artem before for a thousand times how much you love and get turned on seeing him like this. Your hips move and he smiles staring straight into your eyes, "The app we use to track your cycle says you are ovulating, babe."

"Artem-" Your voice hitches when he uncuffs his sleeves and starts rolling up to his elbows.

"Isn't that great? I can impregnate you tonight."

When he catches you not replying to his questions. He leans down, flexing his forearm muscles. Your man is on a mission today.

"Tell me, darling, are you ovulating?"

You don't know how to hide your flushed face, "Maybe, I'm not sure."

When his face is near yours you notice his bare chest visible under his unbuttoned shirt. You trace your fingers over the delicate chain that hung around his neck that you gifted him a few years back.

His hand brushes on your hips, pulling you closer to his center. You breathe hitches and you make a sound.

"I'm gonna ask you for the final time, baby. Do you want me to fuck you raw tonight?" You melt right away. Artem knows what he's doing tonight.

You nod, "Yes I wanna have kids, Artem."

That shifts something in his azure eyes and now they appear to be darker. He pushes his hip against your center, You feel his bulge through his pants.

You moan.

"You want to feel it deep inside, right baby?."

"Artem-"

With that, you hear him unbuckling his belt. It excites you too much and you can feel yourself drenching your panty. You have not been on birth control for a few months now but Artem always uses condoms anyway. It's been months that you have felt him raw.

His stare never leaves yours as he goes down and halts near your cunt, his lips touch your covered clits but it still sends shivers. His other hand glides up to massage your breasts you can feel his cold metal wristwatch and the wedding ring against your skin.

He caresses your clit through your panty. His index and middle finger slowly pull down your panty uncovering your pussy for him. His long fingers touch your sensitive bud and you can't stop holding your cries, "Artem…" Your hips start buckling up.

The desperation in your eyes, makes him catch your desire and even he no longer can control himself. His blood rushes down and he wanna fuck you. He's dying to do that but he's too turned on and might hurt you being too rough. Despite, your loving him and giving you the deepest thrusts but he gotta be human tonight however, he wanna fuck you like an animal in a rut.

He straightens himself on his knees and pulls out your panty while supporting your lifted legs with his other hand. That leaves a soft shrill in your mouth.

He unzips his pants exciting you even more. He loves how your eyes are hungry staring at the bulged form under his brief. He blushes when you bite your lower lips staring at him pulling out his cock.

"Artem, Can I taste it?" That makes his heartbeat knock louder.

Before he could have replied you are already pushing yourself up and sit between in front of him and staring down to access his veiny dick. He doesn't stop you once you start bending. He feels you stroke his dick with your wet tongue. He grips your hair, slowly, "Just a taste baby, cause tonight I wanna cum inside you."

You nod obediently, putting your mouth against his tip, and sucking on it, Artem blood rushes in the direction wherever your tongue trails. It was going to be tough for him to not fuck your mouth. Cause he loves your little skillful mouth. He moans and you take him down your throat. You love how he was looking down at you and gripping your hair. His hips started thrusting but he also started cursing, "Baby, Please stop I wanna be inside you."

But you don't, you want a taste of him and when you almost go to use your hands, he pulls out. It is visible how hard it is for him to do that. His eyes are hungry.

Artem pushes you on your back and lifts your legs, trapping you between his knees and bending you in a mating position. His thick cock penetrates you. You moan loudly feeling your walls stretch, "Artem-Arte-It hurts."

That doesn't stop him from pushing into more, "Baby, Your pussy loves when I'm rough with you." You can't deny it at all.

His pelvis rubs your clits sweetly giving him more access to be deep inside you. He starts thrusting and moaning.

Your hips respond to get in sync. He kisses your lips making you moan. It didn't even take a moment for him to increase the pace and pound inside you faster.

"Artem-"

Every thrust sends you into oblivion.

His cock hits your sweet spot every time, you melt right away. His hand grips your leg to support him in penetrating deeply. He pushes inside you. He loves staring at your bouncy tits, "Fuck, Baby you will have my kids."

"Artem." You moan in response.

Continuous thrusting and his possessive dirty talk about making you pregnant leave your mind numb and flooding with pleasures.

He bends to take your lips between his, "You're gonna look so beautiful baby. With a swollen stomach and tits." With that he bites in your moans, leading you close to your climax.

Your eyes start tearing up as his thrusts keep getting faster.

"I will fuck you till you get pregnant baby."

You almost reached climax hearing that. He looks down between you both and he enjoys how his raw dick enters your moist pussy, "Your pussy is so obedient to me."

His gentlemanly attire makes him look sinister.

"Artem'm coming. Please go harder-"

His hand bends your leg more and he starts pounding more harshly inside you. You cry and he studies your expression, "Cum for me sweetheart."

With that, you shatter down and his pounds chase your orgasm and you clench your cunt around him feeling him coming inside you too. He bites on your throat and leaves a few marks around your neck till his hips forcefully pound inside you. Your hips move in sync against his till he milks you walk. His satisfying grunts surround the air as he fills you up.

You wanna pass out. The after-effects leave you both breathing heavily. He pulls out and stares when you leak his cum. There's something animalistic in his look when he presses his finger around your cunt and pushes inside to make it stop leaking.

"Artem-" You mewl.

"I guess I have to fuck you again, tonight."

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[themisimagines]

prompt generator: person a and person b sharing a bath content: smut under the cut! - self loving, bathtub shenanigans characters: artem, fem!reader

Thank god it's the weekend. You leave the office at 7, a feat given all that's gone on this week, and pop your head into Celestine's office to say goodbye, thinking you might swing by Artem's office to try and convince him to leave work with you. Unfortunately, he's in Celestine's office already when you look in, and they seem to be in deep conversation.

"Have a good weekend," Celestine chimes. Artem raises his hand in parting. You look wistfully at him, but decide to head home first.

Artem texts you on your way out.

<Wait for me to have dinner. Shouldn't be too much longer, I'll pick up ingredients on the way back.>

Your heart warms. He probably knew that you were looking forward to your first free weekend in weeks, having barely had the time to spend with each other beyond curling up together, exhausted, in bed each night, and blearily getting ready for work in the mornings.

Another text. <Don't eat too many snacks.> Ugh, this man knows you too well.

When you finally reach the home you share with Artem, you can almost literally feel the ache in your neck and shoulders from hunching over documents and screens, so you decide to run a hot bath. It's almost criminal that neither of you spend much time in this bath, with it's beautiful city views and skyline. But to be fair, you both only moved in together three months ago, and that was round about the time work started to pick up again. You even take out a precious bubble bath solution you've been saving for a special occasion, the scent of lavender and hibiscus foaming up underneath the running water.

As the bath runs, you pop in a record on the vintage player Artem picked up from his parents recently, and both of you have been enjoying going to markets searching for records, your recent favourites being jazz ballads, the crackle and pop of these old records invoking a different time entirely. The music drifts into the bathroom as you turn off the taps, stripping down and stepping gingerly into the bath, fragrant steam wafting into your face.

Oh, this is nice. You fiddle a bit with the water temperature before it's finally perfect, and then you sink in, closing your eyes blissfully.

<Tell me why we don't take baths on a daily basis again? Are you home soon, by the way?> You grab your phone and send to Artem, snapping a picture of your legs, just obscured by the bubbles.

The feel of the water caressing your body and against your tired muscles is soothingly erotic, and you feel a familiar jolt of arousal flowing down your body. Your hands run up and down your soft inner thighs, the arc of your collarbones, luxuriating in the sensation.

Ding! Artem has messaged you back. <Almost home.>

Then, a follow up: <It's not good for our water bill or the environment to take so many baths, but I agree with you that ours is underused.> You laugh. Ever the practical boyfriend.

Still, if he's still on the way, that leaves you free to take care of... some business. Your hands plunge back into the water, stroking your thighs, your breasts, slowly teasing at your nipples to send delicious shivers up your spine. All the while, the water swirls around you, making you even more excited. One hand drifts further downwards, settling onto your clit, and you draw slow, lazy circles around it, letting a slow pressure build up in your core.

The music swells, and you let yourself enjoy each and every sensation, a small moan escaping your mouth and echoing around the bathroom, your back arching slightly as you chase the peak of your pleasure. One of your fingers is just tracing your opening, ready to slip in, when a knock sounds on the bathroom door, and Artem peeks in.

Startled, you sit bolt upright, almost getting a mouthful full of suds.

"Sorry," Artem apologises for startling you. "Just wanted to let you know I'm home, and I'll be making dinner downstairs. Come down when you're ready.

From the crack through the door, you see that his tie has been loosened slightly, hair slightly rumpled from the day. Even though he's interrupted your moment, you can't help but appreciate how much of a goddamn gentleman he is, barely allowing himself a glimpse of you in the bath. Artem is about to close the door when you call for him to wait.

"Come and join me in the bath," you ask. "We did get one that was big enough for two, after all."

The door freezes, and even though you can't see Artem anymore, you can sense he is debating furiously with himself on the other side of the door.

"Please?" you wheedle. "The water is still nice and warm."

When the door next opens, it does so uncertainly, and Artem blushes upon seeing your clothes tossed haphazardly around the bathroom, the bubbles leaving very little to the imagination. It's hardly as if you both haven't seen each other naked before, but you always sense that Artem is holding himself back, too aware of trying to perform the part of gentleman for you, being overly considerate of your needs. Always too afraid to let his eyes linger for too long, or his hands to rest too inappropriately (except in the heat of the moment), afraid that you might think him crude or impolite.

You take charge of the situation. "Clothes off, Mr. Wing. Now."

His hands hesitate at his shirt-buttons, but then he steels his spine and strips off his clothing efficiently, letting you admire the hard planes and lines of his body, so often hidden away behind suits, which, while flatteringly cut, look much better off him. Belt and trousers join the pile on the floor, and you can sense that Artem is itching to refold his clothes nicely instead of leaving them there, so you launch a distraction tactic, rising in the bath so that the tops of your breasts are just visible, watching his eyes drawn to them as the blush in his cheekbones grows higher and higher.

"Should I just - get in?" He stutters. It's so cute to see him embarrassed. He clears his throat, and although he shifts from side to side, you can see his cock twitch slightly, already half-hardening before he's even in the bath. You slide your knees up to make space, and he climbs in, careful not to let the water splash out, although it's dangerously close to doing so, with an extra person in the tub.

It's almost comical to see him curl up so tightly into himself, trying to avoid touching you. Arms hugging his knees as he watches you intently. You stretch your legs out so they just barely graze the sides of your legs.

"Are you really comfortable like that?" You tease, leaning forward and putting your face closer to his. He continues to stare.

"Come on, stretch out." You try to get him to loosen up. "The point of a bath is to relax, after all. No point in getting even more tense, right?"

"You... hm." He conceeds, stretching his limbs out tentatively, but it's an awkward tangle of limbs with you both sitting opposite each other. Then, you have an idea.

"Artem, what if we sat facing the same direction? I could just nestle myself between your legs. That would solve our space issue, and we'd be more comfortable."

He thinks about it. "I don't dislike the idea."

You stand up to spin around, your body covered in suds, and Artem politely averts his eyes a little, face still red, although you're not sure if it's from the steam or embarrassment at this point. You settle down between his legs, gently pressing up against his chest, and give a sigh of contentment. Artem is the best pillow anyone could ask for. As you purr and squirm to find a comfortable position, you feel a distinct hardness growing against your back and stifle a laugh to yourself. Artem's hands settle awkwardly around the curve of your waist, as if he's holding himself back from letting them wander.

"Comfortable?" you tease.

"Hn." He agrees. His cock has grown to full length now, and you can't help but rub yourself against it, feeling him stiffen. You turn your face slightly behind to look at him, and he doesn't dare to meet your eyes.

"You have soap on your face." He says in a matter of fact tone, reaching a hand out to wipe off soap bubbles on your nose very seriously. You giggle in response, then close the gap to kiss him, gently at first, then deepening it, still rubbing yourself slowly against his cock. You slide one of his hands up your body, encouraging him to grab onto your breast, and faced with so much stimulation, Artem loses control and lets out a small moan into your mouth.

That tiny noise is a sudden breaking of the floodgates, and you can almost hear him think, fuck it, as his hands surge up to hold your body closer to his, hips thrusting upwards greedily between the curves of your ass. Panting, you both break apart the kiss, and Artem dives for your neck, licking and sucking the soft skin until you are sure he will leave a bruise. Rolling your nipples between his clever fingers until he draws out a desperate cry from you, the other hand teasing your clit, your entrance, just barely slipping a finger in. You are writhing and completely at his mercy, reaching behind you to stroke his cock.

"Bed?" Artem asks, voice rough with desire. But you can't be bothered with all that now - getting out of the bath, drying yourself, all that nonsense. You want him now.

"I have a better idea," you reply, then turn around so that you are facing him again, sitting on top of him, nestling his cock between your thighs. He makes an attempt to continue with the foreplay, but you stop him.

"I need you, now." you beg him, and like the gentleman he is, he lets you climb on top of him, lining his cock up with your entrance, sliding into your slick warmth. You both cry out at the sensation, taking a few moments to stretch out and get used to the feeling. Then you slide up and down his cock, panting and not caring that the bathwater is sloshing onto the tiles below, probably getting all your clothes wet.

Artem throws his head back, until you can see the line of his throat, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hands are unceasing, moving to play with your breasts, guiding your waist as you plunge again and again on his cock.

An angle hits particularly well for both of you, and Artem opens his eyes, a wild abandon in them. He seizes your hips and thrusts his hips upwards, creating great swells in the water, but hitting that spot again and again until you feel like you are about to explode, begging him not to stop.

"I'm going to cum –!" you cry. "Please don't stop, oh, don't stop Artem!"

His hips drive into you faster and faster until you hit your orgasm, clenching around him. The tightness drives him over the edge, and with a last few thrusts, he follows suit, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his cum.

You collapse against his chest, breathing heavily, both locked in an embrace. Artem doesn't let you rest for too long, as he taps your shoulder.

"We'd better get out, or you'll catch a cold."

"Can't you let a girl bask in post-orgasm glory for a few minutes at least?" You complain, although you know he's right - the bathwater has gone cold during the time that you both were otherwise engaged. You peer out at the floor, where half the water seems to have tipped out onto. Artem catches what you're looking at and grabs your shoulders.

"On second thought, wait. Let me grab some towels for the floor, I don't want you to slip." He steps out of the bath and you watch him leave, sighing happily at what a thoughtful boyfriend you have.

#tears of themis #tears of themis smut #artem wing #artem wing smut #tot smut #artem wing x reader #artem smut #artem x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot imagines #how tf did this end up as almost 2k words of smut??

[anantxru]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 !

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

𖣠 warnings: nsfw

𖣠 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒

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

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

𖣠 𝐕𝐘𝐍

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

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

𖣠 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄

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

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

𖣠 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌

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

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

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[yaesnovels]

my toxic trait is walking past corporate buildings and thinking how much of a good fuck i would get from marius or artem 😁 NAH BUT LIKE oh my fucking god imagine all the windows are all fogged up and you’re pressed up against it all out of breathe AND THEN JUST WAIT either celestine or vincent walksup to the door and goes “there’s a client here for you” and they continue railing the fuck out of you and they breathlessly go “i’ll be ready in a bit, just finishing something” PHEW like wow

cw; mentions of semi-public sexual encounters

commissions are open! check this out!

okay i don‘t know about artem in this case (simply because i see my second husband as a more sweet and romantic type, who’s just the more traditional lover-ish thing) but

i always felt like marius is a kinky bastard (affectionately) so he would simply fuck you against a window because he wants to experiment on what the limits are that he can push before getting caught.

then again, he is his own boss, so who gives a shit anyway? vincent would probably be so used to this that he would understand not what, but who marius is „finishing up“ (lol) and would ask the client for some patience and marius would come see them in a few minutes.

poor vincent, already having seen marius fuck you so good on the table, against the window, you riding him on his chair, on the couch in the big office, everything. now he‘s just used to the fact that whenever you come visit marius at work to „bring him some lunch“, he knew not to interrupt you two or he would probably have to actually resort to bleach his eyes (/hj)

oh and also, imagine he has you pinned against the window and he just draws a tiny heart on the fogging that appeared with your heavy breathing against the glass — just to make you giggle and play around.

as for artem, since i feel like he is more the traditional lover, he would at least wait until he thinks everyone is out of the office before he goes ahead and gets down to his favorite type of business (like for lunch or for closing times)

imagine he thinks everyone went out for lunch, having heard them talk about how theyre going to try out this new place around the corner and even celestine saying she‘ll stop by there; so artem just kisses you, acting totally out of character for him as he was absolutely needy for you.

little did he know that celestine actually had one of the important clients come in randomly, leading them to artem because he is the best (and in that moment, the only other lawyer at the firm as everyone else went for lunch break).

he halts his movements, before he just keeps on going, holding his hand against your mouth to muffle your noises before he says he‘ll be out in the meeting room in a few moments, that he has something to finish up real quick.

little did celestine know that he was not talking about paperwork.

i just wrote this on my phone without really thinking about it, just what came to my mind lol; this is just word vomit.

my hand hurts now from typing so much at once send help.

anyways, i‘m headin off to sleep, gn people <3

#. flowers for : marius von hagen ! #. flowers for : artem wing ! #tears of themis #tears of themis fanfiction #tears of themis smut #tears of themis artem #artem wing #artem smut #artem fanfiction #tears of themis marius #marius von hagen #marius von hagen smut #marius smut #marius fanfiction

[andraxicated]

won't let go

Pairings: luke, artem, vyn, marius x f! reader

Synopsis: tot men ex husband headcanons

Tags: slight yandere themes | toxic relationship | suggestive/smut | slight fluff and angst |

a/n: probably my favorite tot i've ever written

Luke

the one question bugging both of you was "where did everything go wrong?", from being friends to lovers to married to divorced. the feelings that built up over the years ended in naught and heartbreak, sweet smiles changed to awkward ones. luke often comes to your house for fixing things, celebrating birthdays, and if the kids touch your phone to text him to come.

you were still on good terms with him, talked about the separation like mature adults for the sake of the kids. and luke was more buried in his work, accepting life threatening missions to escape the pitying gazes of his colleagues. he's a great agent but he's not invincible, being human makes him vulnerable to injuries.

your phone rings from the counter, whisking off the water as you've just finished washing the dishes. you wipe your hands and stare at the unknown number yet you answer the call; scanning the living room for any clutter left by the kids. "hello?" a greeting falls from your lips, and your mouth hung open in shock. a burning sensation emerges on your throat, nose tingly as you nod frantically, saying that you'll go there immediately.

aaron, luke's coworker slides the door for you, and you see the tuft of brown hair and his peaceful resting face. "it's really nothing serious, but he's expected to rest for quite a while. don't worry, luke's strong he won't leave us that easily." words of comfort come from aaron as he goes away to give you some privacy. the door shuts and you walk closer to him, seeing your strong ex husband in such a pitiful state brings tears to your eyes. you grasp his fingers impulsively from overwhelming emotions, praying and begging for luke to wake up.

just as you were tired from working and doing house chores, you succumb to sleep beside him. and luke's eyes flutter open, a dead expression set on his face, reddish eyes devoid of anything as it gazes upon your hair and your sleeping face. he touches your skin, afraid it will wake you up, and then he feels the sticky dried tears.

"I always hated to see you cry." he mumbles. his mouth is parched, he then stands up off the bed and walks like he didn't suffer a stab. a hand grabs the pitcher, watching the gentle flow of water into the glass. it refreshes his mouth, wiping the excess water off his face as he stares at the moon through the blinds. he goes back to bed and starts caressing your hair. luke was fine, he can pull off that kind of flimsy stab. his colleagues must've been questioning his physicality but you, of course don't know anything. "we have to go back to the way it was (y/n). you and I have to, for the sake of the kids and for myself."

and for once, luke put himself first instead of you. poor clueless ex wife who caters to his every need while he was 'injured'. and luke enjoy it all too much, it was just the way it was like everything's back to normal, but there's something missing.

"luke! the kids are here—mmh!" you stifle a moan as he drags his tongue across your neck, remembering how it used to be your weakness. "what's wrong? we used to this all the time." he asks nonchalantly while feeling your breasts under the cardigan. he leans for a kiss and you have no choice but to give in to the longing and pleasure. you wanted this too, you always wanted to go back. his hands start to linger around your shorts, checking your wetness through the cotton material. "luke, I want you." your whimper of his name was the cue for him to rip your pathetic clothes apart, just like he always did.

Artem

"thank you artem." you say as your daughter hops from the front porch with your ex husband to you who's waiting at the door. you hold her little hand as she waves at her dad goodbye. "papa, bye bye!" she beams at him lovingly and artem swore his heart stopped for a moment. she resembled you so much that it hurts him whenever she smiles. he could only force himself to smile back at his daughter and finally look at her mom. you wore a faint smile that was reserved and distant. it's so ironic that you used to thank artem for picking up the kids as he goes through the door with your daughter, but now there is an invisible line that he cannot cross as he always stays near his car and never close to you. does he want to avoid you that much?

you don't blame him at all, the separation was the darkest time of your lives. both of you needed to sort out the feelings, the papers, and your daughter's wellbeing. you feel a tug at the hem of your clothes together with a question you can't answer. "when will papa come home?" an innocent ask from your child as she watches the back of the car go smaller and smaller. as a parent, it hurts you so much to know the hurting she's feeling is unknown and heavy to her. you try your best to have a stable voice while you wipe the tears off your face. "let's ask him next time okay?" both of you waited until the car turned to a black dot and the door finally closed.

artem is good at co-parenting, he prioritizes his daughter above work and makes sure to correct the mistakes he had with you. he now knew how to spend time with his loved ones, a shame it came too late. he asks your daughter where she wants to eat for her birthday, and she giggles before answering: "where you and mama ate last year! I liked the food you bought home." and your jaw falls slack as artem chuckles, you remember the bill was half of your paycheck but to your extremely successful ex husband it was probably nothing. "okay, what the princess wants, the princess gets." she babbles between thank you's and laughter as he ruffles your daughter's hair.

the servers at the restaurant still think you and artem are together but of course, that's all on the outside. affluent people who recognized the man beside you kept on greeting and greeting, praising his daughter's genes, fawning over his lovely wife and her sense of style. artem didn't know it would be this bad so he had to request a private room, away from everyone. while waiting for the food to arrive, your daughter had to break the unbearable silence with another question. "papa, does mama look good today?" both parents froze at the question and it suddenly put you in a tight spot, making you conscious of your appearance.

you started fixing your hair, licking your lips, all the while artem watched you do it. he cleared his throat as a blush crept on his cheeks. "of course, your mama is always pretty." he replies, and you look away bashfully. it wasn't as if he was once again entranced by your beauty. a dress hugging your body and displaying your curves, the soft curls of your hair styled nicely, the handbag you worked hard for, and the jewelry he gifted you. his daughter didn't hear it but he already complimented you earlier. to hear it for the second time made your heart thump uncontrollably.

"what did you wish for?" you asked the little girl between you and artem. "if I tell it won't come true. I really realllly hope god heard it." she says in her small voice and you had an inkling of what it was. "I hope it comes true too." artem said gently and your daughter turned to him with wide eyes, bobbing her head happily. his phone beeps and he checks it under the table, you see his brows furrowing together with a sigh. "extreme traffic on the main road right now, it's rush hour. we will get home in approximately two hours." he stated, silently asking you what to do. "two hours? it's too long..." you contemplate on what to do but your daughter already butted in her opinion. "let's go to the other house!" and by other house, she means artem's penthouse.

after running around and her mood turning sour from lacking sleep, artem lays her on her old bed. it was the room she had when you were still looking for a nice house with a spacious backyard. you put her there as a baby and when she was a toddler, and it still was clean. "I will go to the other room—" "no, I removed the bed there and it's under renovation. there's equipment and paint." and so, you had to share a bed with artem and wear one of his white shirts. two adults on the same bed with feelings will always end up in a provocative manner.

his thrusts and his flushed face above you is such a sight. artem feels the same way; your hand over your mouth, glossy eyes, fragrant hair on the pillow, and your tummy scrunched from your feet up in the air, he loves it so so much. words can't express the gratitude and love pouring from his heart, he just has to give it back to you right? he gives rough thrusts that deliciously bruise your insides, and releases his seed inside you while his chest heaves from the adrenaline as you look at him with wide eyes.

"artem wait, you came inside!" you only realize it now as you feel the sticky liquid going deeper inside you. his eyes go round from the shock, pulling out but you suddenly hold his hand tightly. "i-it's okay. I was just shocked." you reaffirm and it's scary how his expression falls back to a calm and loving gaze. he gives you light face kisses as his hand circles over your tummy. "I'm glad you find it okay. I'm sorry." he whispers and falls back to bed with you, easily adjusting back to the norm. in the deepest darkest corners of his heart, it wouldn't matter if it was okay with you or not; and artem is not sorry if it creates another child with you.

Vyn

and so, your husband finally reared his ugly head. he was difficult to process the divorce with, always playing mind games with you and your lawyer. and to make it worse, he insisted he had a better financial situation to take care of your child. simply to say, your relationship was built on glass, strong but an equally strong impact will shatter it into pieces, just like the house of cards vyn plays with.

he hides what he's feeling and tucked away his real self, he puts on a facade for the outsiders and a different one for you. but honestly, you know vyn is a good person as you've seen that through the years, he just gets too much sometimes; such as having everyone around you wrapped around his finger and manipulating you before you know it. you have always been slow to catch up onto him.

so expect vyn to be there with you for the summer vacation with your family. it was all for your son's happiness so you had no choice but to suck it up and share a room with him. your parents and cousins even go through the notion of taking your son for you and vyn to have time alone, to rekindle the flame they said. he's truly thankful that everyone around him supports him, he just has this fear of his situation turning out like his parents. he didn't understand it back then but to think that his child would sooner have ill feelings toward the both of you is painful, he doesn't want to watch you go through that path. vyn will do anything to save this family, so why can't you cooperate?

"(y/n) come on now." he motions for you to follow him yet you just stand there, crossed arms and burning stares at his back. he looks back at you poker faced but your heart decided to flutter and betray you, throwing you off guard on how handsome he is. "we're alone now. why do we have to keep up with the act?" you question him as you thread through the sand.

the gold of his eyes against the backdrop of the sunset was a picture you hold dear, even in the midst of being mad at him his face simply coaxes and heals your soul. he mends every wound he makes, he takes back the words he says, and you would follow him clearly, because how could you be blind when you could see everything beneath the surface? you know he's afraid and it's amazing how strong his mentality is for him to keep up like that. "I don't want to waste a gorgeous view with a beautiful girl." one word from his flowery mouth and your eyes shake, knees weak, heart thumping wildly. you snap out of your trance and you realize, you fell for his manipulations again. it's honestly cruel how something sweet could be bad.

vyn knows the hesitance in your eyes, the overthinking that's always eating you up. he does what he has to, he holds your hands and intertwines your fingers. kissing the back of your palm while looking at you, god he was so brazen—"think of this as a trip between friends."—and he was so cruel. he was confusing but he makes you feel at peace, after all, vyn knows you the best. countless nights and days for him to study your mind and body. and when he obtained the knowledge of you, it has been decided that you were his.

you were always his and always have been. the proof is the purplish bruises and redden bites all over your neck, it's very clear in the mirror. the strap of your white lacy bra already down on both your shoulders, your eyes hazy with lust as a tuft of silver hair rests on the valley of your breasts. it leaves a bite and slowly looks at the mirror, his gold eyes the only light against the dark; it was like watching a predator ravage their prey. "look at us. don't you want to be like this forever?" he asked, waiting for your answer. and you reply with another question.

"is it possible?" your voice cracked in the middle and vyn stopped to look at you just as you gaze upon him. "of course." he caresses your right cheek, your head tilting to him in response as he picks up your lips for a kiss. his tongue playing with the roof of your mouth and you letting him in to lock with you. it was pornographic even, the way you let out your choked moans as two of vyn's fingers were inside your mouth, soft breasts kept under the confines of the lace but your lower halves were naked. his harsh pounds prompt the vanity to quake, causing it to thud and thud against the wall, you fear it would make a knowing but disturbing noise and the man behind you noticed. "let them know" "huh?" he then grips your neck to cut off the airway and your eyes immediately water and your mind go haywire.

"we should prove that we're back together, don't we?"

Marius

despite being separated and deprived of a normal, tight-knit family, the twins would always say "best dad ever!", and you wonder if they could be swayed by material things so easily. he sends gifts every now and then, and fulfills their every wish and personally comes home to give it to them. he doesn't want his assistant to handle the family matters. marius wants to be there for you, he has all the money in the world so why don't he support you and his children? but all of those are measly excuses to spend time with you and act like everything's okay.

he's so touchy, casually coming behind you while you're cooking and spoon-feeding you at the dining table. he's still giving you access to his black card, picking you up for work, and dropping you off in his sleek expensive car that's sure to catch eyes. back then when he would drop you off at your apartment, people would ridiculously assume you were some mistress of a politician. but now, in a private village you're secure and away from prying mouths; yet the wives and the maids of the neighboring houses feed the upper echelon's gossip-hungry stomach rumors about you. and it was worse.

they say you still cling to marius because it would be a huge setback if you lost his favor. he's one of the most powerful men in the country, the von hagen conglomerate touches every corner of the world, and being marius' wife grants you the equal power to do anything you want. they whisper among themselves that your glory days are over that's why you always have this bitter look on your face. when it's all just you getting tired of the knives thrown at your back, so this is what it feels like to lose a powerful protection.

"she should be thankful she got pregnant and had kids with him. twins even!" "yes. if she hadn't had those kids, they would be leaving her on the streets." was the worse thing that you heard. they were so shameless talking about you that tears momentarily clouded your eyes but you're at a charity gala and you can't act like this. actually, you thought about that and from the way it struck your heart it seems like it was true. your ex husband was at the front, laughing, talking, shaking hands with important people. and once you were there by his side, either his hand on your waist or arms locked with him. it's funny how you are pushed back with irrelevant people, faded into the background with your accomplishments disregarded. his love was reduced to the ex wife who could only watch him.

"but take pity on her too, did you read that headline the other day? he was seen together with a model." an old woman, years older and supposedly mature than you, said albeit loudly, probably for you to hear. you're not fucking blind or deaf, the headline displayed on every news outlet; whether be it the tv, the radio, social media, your family's, your friend's, your coworker's, and even your phone. everyone around you saw it and they were too afraid to approach about it, afraid that you would lash out but you know they were throwing a pity party for you. and it's so painful and shameful, you feel naked and vulnerable under their scrutinizing gazes, you were so alone. you are alone.

it even hurts that there's proof of a blurred photo yet one look and you knew it was marius. you spent time researching the girl, comparing, feeding your insecurities, and wallowing in self-pity. if your kids weren't there to hug you every time you came home from work, you certainly think you would've broken down. a clink of glasses snaps you out of your thoughts as you look beside to see a man sipping his champagne. "are we both kicked to the curb?" he teases and your sick self already compares it to marius' teasing. "you don't have to rub it in." there was no use to hide it; hearing your reply the man chuckles and extends his hand. yet he didn't even get to say his name when a looming figure appears in front of you two.

from marius' gaze you know he's already downsizing the guy beside you. and his entourage behind him, boldly takes your companion away under the pretense of business. if you go now, you're sure to cause a scene so you're stuck with him. "have you already eaten?" "mhm" you hum in response. marius could feel it was cold, and from the look on your face you're obviously mad, he has a little guess of what it could be but he doesn't want to be ahead of himself. he takes you to the garden with a hand on your waist, shutting the gossip and invoking shocked gazes. "do we have a problem? are you mad?" he asks as soon you're away from everyone.

silence from you prompts him to explain. "what you saw is not true. that was me in the photo but she was just a business partner. she's starting a business so she asked for help from pax—" "did I ask for an explanation?!" you snap and raise your voice at him, his eyes widening at you even though he finds it cute. "why are you getting angry?" "....I'm going home" you dodge his questions and walk past him, but one hold on your arm and he has you back in front of him.

"missy" his silly nickname for you brings butterflies to your stomach until now. "are you jealous?" he teasingly asks and you scoff, shimmying his hold on you. "I'm not. it's not my business anymore." "but I want it to be your business. and I want you to care." marius whines and pouts, turning your back to him so he can hug you. he was always like this, acting like you're still a couple. you had to remind him sometimes of the harsh truth. "have you forgotten we separated?" and he goes silent, his grip on you tightening as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"(y/n) I'm so lonely. I miss you so much it's killing me." his voice breaks while burying his head onto your shoulder, inhaling your fragrant scent. "come back with me? hmm?" he pleads all the while his hand gets busy behind you. a sneaky finger touches your zipper and slowly lets it down. kisses burrowing onto your neck as the feeling of wetness pools down there. marius always takes care of you, just as he prepared a canopy in the grass and lays you down to strip you of your dress. making you tremble from his pounding as he grips your wrists while you were able to moan as loud as you want. biting the supple skin of your breasts, and emptying his seed inside you as he releases his frustrations. "give me another child" he groans, pushing the cum further for good measure.

he feels so sorry that you had to hear those terrible things they said. it was torture to not take immediate action against them, but don't worry, it will be over soon. he'll punish those who dared hurt you, starting with putting them in their places by spreading their own dirty laundry. but it was all according to plan, sooner or later you can't take the rumors anymore and go running back to him. marius soothes your head that's cuddled on his chest, vowing to himself he's going to protect you and take care of the kids, providing them a happy family. all because he can't let go—no...he won't let go.

#tears of themis #luke x reader #artem x reader #vyn x reader #marius x reader #tears of themis smut #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis imagines #marius x reader smut #marius smut #vyn x reader smut #vyn smut #artem smut #artem x reader smut #luke x reader smut #tears of themis x you

[summerscribble]

don't touch yourself ~ artem wing ♡

cw nsfw, 18+ (mdni), fem x artem

summary you decide to tease artem with nude pics of you in the thong :p

word 1.8k

You blush when the notification says that your recent purchase is nearly arriving at your doorstep. 

Last night, somehow you ended up browsing through the internet and making an unplanned purchase of a red lacy thong instead of having a regular weekend movie night with your husband. Because Artem had a sudden last-minute plan change to visit his school friends for an overnight stay.

You couldn't contain your excitement as Artem was returning in the evening today, and you were eager to surprise him.

The delivery arrives at your door and you almost startle yourself.

You eagerly open the package as soon as you bring it back into your bedroom. The small piece of red cloth reflects a similar hue to your flushed face.

Suddenly, a mischievous idea strikes you. Instead of waiting for him to arrive, you decide to try it on and send a picture to tease your husband a bit for leaving you alone on a weekend movie night.

You turn on your bathroom lights and adjust it to your preference. You see yourself in the mirror, the thong perfectly settles on your sides, barely helping to hide your bud. You didn't even bother to wear the lacy bra. The dizziness clouds your brain when you think about Artem's flushed face when he receives these clicked images.

You catch your phone in your hand and with the other one you try to cover your nipples pressing your forearm in front of your tits.

You click a few pictures with a bit of seducing poses with your hips bent, and thighs pressed together. You turn around to capture your asscheeks, sudden thoughts emerge inside your head, you desperately want your husband right now with you.

You hoped to get an assumed or even better reaction from Artem.

After your session of clicking pictures, you wear back your t-shirt and jump on the bed finally ready to send the pictures to your husband.

you: baby where r u?

In just a minute, he replies.

artem: just had lunch now we are returning to the room. what about u?

you: i had lunch as well :) wanted to show u something

artem: show me

Your cheeks heat up and you take a bit while to decide which pictures to send.

artem: sweetheart

Did your husband guess already that you are planning something malicious?

you: sends attachments

It showed that Artem opened the images to view but there was no response for almost a minute.

you: r u still in public??

You suddenly get an incoming call from Artem.

You pick up and your heart beats louder in your eardrums, "Artem?"

"Baby." Artem's sweet voice sounded a bit hoarse and very low, "You can't be torturing me like this."

You giggle hearing him complaining but at the same time, your body is on fire.

Artem interrupts, "I don't know how I'm gonna step out of the room any sooner."

"It took only a few pictures to get you so hard, Mr. Wing?" You tease.

"Babe," He responds, "Are you still wearing it?"

"Artem-" That flushes you all over.

"I wanna see you." Artem softly cries.

"I'm waiting for you, come home." 

"Just an hour and I will be there." He pauses and this time his voice comes a bit rough, "You better don't touch yourself."

You hum back cause you find yourself no longer able to verbally respond at his mercy.

The call gets disconnected and you simply can't wait for him to arrive home. Your cunt aches for him. You were supposed to torture him but you are the one in misery now.

You attempt to keep yourself busy with some chores but end up thinking about when he will arrive. The sound of the door opening reaches your ears. You walk outside the bedroom still wearing your t-shirt which almost hides your thong.

You catch sight of your partner wearing a casual black t-shirt and faded jeans, looking effortlessly perfect as always. His azure eyes meet yours. There was something on his face that you couldn't read well. His ruffled hair falls on his forehead when he paces near you, holding a stare. As soon as he enters your proximity, the heat surrounds and you love the way he smells. 

His hands don't even take a moment when he swoops you near to press him closer to you, "Hey, babe. Missed you."

You hold on his shoulders, "Hey, missed you-" His lips land on yours. "Artem-" His hand caresses your cheek and he hungrily bites on your lower lip.

He lifts your chin to access his tongue inside your mouth. You become a whimpering mess, when he applies a minimal force, you find your back pressed onto the wall. You slightly open your eyes to find him already looking at yours with a desire burning inside them. His knitted eyebrows, heavy breathing, and your rising moans make him deepen the kiss to get sloppier. Just when his hands come to action. He lifts your leg and presses his bulge to your center.

You moan loudly.

"Did you touch yourself?" He grinds, repeating his previous move, gripping strongly on your leg and pressing you onto the wall leaving no space in between you two. His erect cock is so hard underneath his jeans, you feel his middle perfectly fitting against yours.

"No-"

He thrusts roughly.

"Artem-"

His other hand now grabs your ass cheek, and he grumbles, "Baby, I almost touched myself while looking at your pictures, I was so close to losing it," He looks into your eyes before claiming your lips between his, nibbling on them.

He keeps fondling your ass cheeks with his rough hands and besides his covered dick never leaves your center. He pulls slightly away when his finger comes at your lips, "I was gone for one night, and look what a mess you are."

He enters his two digits in your mouth massaging your tongue and you gladly let him do whatever to you. You are no more in your mind. Yes, you are a mess. Your pussy is even dripping and clenching around the thin cloth which is not helping at all.

You suck on his fingers. He pulls them out to only replace them with his lips. This time he lifts you, and you lock your legs around his waist. His hands groping your asscheeks.

The moment you are carried to your bedroom you are thrown on the bed on your back. Artem pulls out his t-shirt, revealing his sexy pecs and torso. You mewl waiting desperately to return to his heated proximal.

He kneels between you, spreading your legs. Starts kissing your lips and moving to your jaw then neck to collar bone, he slowly lifts your t-shirt to expose your tits for him, brushing his fingers on your curves. He takes one of the nipples between his teeth, then traces it with his wet tongue which immediately leads him to suck on your tits hungrily. You moan watching the darkness spreading in his iris.

He switches to the other breast while pinching the previous nipple between his fingers. He breathes sharply and buckle your hips to meet his.

Artem quickly follows up by removing his jeans and briefs. His dick swings out twitching. The tip looks flushed and the leaking precum is now blinding your senses. The veins throb when he gives himself a slow stroke. "Your lonely pussy wanted my cock last night?"

You are utterly shocked to hear a profound dirty talk out of your husband's mouth but you know very well you challenged the demon inside him by sending thirsty images which would have torn down his perfect image.

He connects his throbbing dick to your barely-covered cunt. His stare holds yours when he slides a finger between your folds to hook the thong aside from your entrance so that he could place his cockhead inside you.

He took a brief pause breathing heavily making you more eager to push forward, "Artem-"

He thrusts in one go. You scream his name. He moves quickly to be fully inside your heated wet walls.

"Fuck," He props himself above you, "You took me in so well babe." His azure eyes never leave yours.

He thrusts upwards. You quickly hold onto his shoulders, "Artem-"

He moans moving up his pace, "Sweetheart, I love you so much."

"Artem- Ah," His thrusts grow rough and you feel your walls crumbling and clenching around his girthy cock. Every time your hips meet his thrusts your g spot is rewarded with pleasure.

He starts sucking on your neck, tits, and biting your lips while thrusting deeply inside you.

You feel his hand fondling the breast and from there, it traces down towards the south and halts below your belly to assure the depth he reaches inside you.

He softly grumbles and pulls out his dick completely which leaves a cry from your mouth, "Artem, I wanna cum. Please fuck me."

He flips you on your stomach and lifts your ass in the air. He positions himself behind you. This time he rips off the thong and throws it on the floor and also helps you to remove your t-shirt.

You obediently raise your ass and press your entrance to his hard dick. 

"I'm sorry to leave you alone last night, darling." He kisses your nape.

His hands trap you underneath him when he starts thrusting again, "I can reach more deep inside you in this position." He kisses your hair and then leaves a bite over your shoulders and back. 

The next moment you are screaming louder when Artem starts pounding inside you while his hands tightly hold on your waist. 

"Fuck, you are so hot." He thrusts faster.

You feel your climax peaking, "Artem, I'm gonna cum, go harder."

His balls start slapping against your skin and when you reach a perfect sync you feel yourself coming closer than ever. Your moans get higher and Artem loses himself too, "Yes, Baby, Cum for me." Your mind clashes with your pleasure when he chases your climax, giving you strong waves of pleasure.

A few more thrusts after Artem empties himself inside you, releasing satisfying grunts, and moans and rolling his hips against yours until your cunt takes all of his seeds deep inside you.

Later your voice fades and your eyes tear up feeling one of the best releases ever. Artem falls beside you, still inside you. The heavy breathing mingles together. 

Even a slight movement causes you to shiver. Artem pounds softly from behind you, "I love to hear you calling for me." He leaves no space between your coiled-up bodies.

He kisses you, "Sorry, I ruined the thong."

"Glad it came in pairs." You look over your shoulder, certainly, you also study your waist has a pink shade of fingerprints.

"Ah huh?" He sounds smug, "Wear it again, and this time I will make sure I won't rip it." He slowly moves behind you, "No Promises but." He kisses you again as you both chuckle.

"Love you, Artem."

"Love you more."

#tears of themis #artem wing x reader #artem wing #tot artem #artem smut #artem wing smut #zuo ran #female reader #smut #mdni #sexy content

[nanamiluvs]

a gentleman by heart !

pairings : nanami x reader, gepard x reader, artem wing x reader

rating : mature to explicit

wc : 1.4k

tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, lots of kissing, established relationship, creampie, kinda rough sex, desperation, size difference if you squint, just a quick drabble abt these men

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

sexually reserved men who become feral once they get your consent.

he's a gentleman in every sense of the word. he holds doors for you, buys you flowers, remembers trivial details about you- the perfect man one could ever dream of. it's not a surprise he doesn't touch you often, he would hate to make you uncomfortable. even his touch is gentle, his large hand lingering on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd. tall, handsome, kind and strong- what more could you want from a man?

sexually reserved men who, at first, would never suggest intimacy. it's a gentlemanly act, but a result of his shyness at the same time. it's almost like he's refraining himself.

he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles as his eyes stare into yours, so soft. you feel how much he loves you by any and every action of his, how can a man be so perfect?

he excuses himself as he thinks you didn't notice the bulge in his pants nor the slight blush on his cheeks. it's frustrating at this point, why won't he just initiate something else instead of adjusting himself and pretending nothing is happening? you feel dared to make him come out of his shell, to finally do something out of his gentlemanly persona. well, it's not exactly a persona, he's really just that perfect. but you're almost sure there's also something else hiding beneath the waters.

his hand brushes against your knee as he drives, a fleeting touch, one hand firmly gripping the steering wheel when the other just shy of touching your leg. so you grab his hand and place it on top of your thigh, expecting him to blush and pull his hand back.

and he gulps and fucking squeezes the flesh. he runs his hand up and down on your thigh, like he was waiting for your sign to do so. no words are exchanged as his hands moves closer and closer to your core and returns to the base of your thigh once again. you clench your thighs together, not the type of touch you were expecting from your gentle boyfriend but one you were very welcoming of.

you should've guessed it was merely a starting point.

his touches only get more and more daring as time goes on. you give him an inch and he takes a mile. you two haven't discussed this subject openly at all, yet you both knew how his hands started reaching lower when they were on you, more free. you wwante even more.

so finally, when you told him that you wanted him to take you, he was not as surprised as you would expect him to be.

"i know," he says, his hands on each side of your hips as you were seated on his lap. his eyes stare into yours before giving in and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "and i want you too. i need you so bad-" his sharp breath hits your skin and you almost feel the inner conflict he has going on.

that's why you cup his cheeks and look into his eyes. "then take me. make me yours."

he wets his lips. "i'm afraid i won't be able to let you go if i do so."

when you respond by simply pressing your lips against his, it's like a switch has flipped. his hand comes up to grab the back of your head as he flips you over on the couch, your body trapped underneath his. his eyes are filed with passion and desperation as his lips claim yours with fervor, taking your breath away and making your hands cling onto the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer.

he parts away, breathless as he kisses you once again. you don't know when he takes you into his arms and when he drops you on his bed, too focused on his lips and touch to notice. "you're beautiful," he whispers as he unbuttons his shirt, eyes reveling in the sight of your disheveled hair and flushed state.

you truly were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

he's on top of you and his lips reunite with yours, shirt discarded on the floor before his hands tug onto your top, silently begging to get it out of the way. you let him do so, and his kisses trail down to your neck when he gets rid of the fabric. your hands grab his soft hair as he sucks on the sensitive skin, low moans escaping his lips from how much he wants to do this with you. the sounds you make goes straight down to his member.

soon, both of your clothes are discarded and his hand continues to fondle your breast, pinching and pulling the hardened bud between his digits while his mouth laches onto the other. he's gentle yet so rough at the same time, not giving you the time of the day to breathe. his mouth so wet and hot against your skin, he pulls away with a pop, panting as he, not even once, breaks eye contact with you.

his dick aches at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with slick and looking just so pretty in his ehes. he leans in, to your surprise, his tongue licking a wet stripe across your slit. he delves in, he may not be very experienced but he's quite the quick learner, memorizing every single sound you let out to his movements. he soon has you tugging on his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer to your drenched cunt, riding out your orgasm in waves as he licks you through it. he grind his own bulge against the bed, chasing some friction on his needy cock.

sexually reserved men who are just so big and thick that you gasp at the sheer size of him when he takes the final layer off. your hand is not enough to accommodate his girth, and he's so hard since the visions he played in his mind were nothing compared to seeing your naked body. "i love you," you say as your arms wrap around his neck. he smiles against your lips and repeats the phrase before gently kissing you.

but you're not even sure if that thing can fit inside you.

that's why you're panting and moaning against his shoulder, his length sliding inside of you inch by inch. it's too much, you whimper, i can't take it.

sexually reserved men who whisper in your ear after leaving another mark on your neck, "you can. do it for me."

you sigh when you get used to his size filling your walls, every prominent vein you feel grazing against you, and he starts moving. he's so gentle at first.

yet that turns into relentless pounding with you screaming his name and grab onto him for dear life as he fucks you, drunk on the way your walls wrap around his dick and the way you call out to him, all thoughts about manners thrown out the window. he swallows your moans with his mouth against yours, kissing you as rough as he's having you.

sexually reserved men who grunt as he thrusts inside, even deeper than before with his long fingers rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge as you start begging him. you don't even know what you're begging for, it just feels too good and you don't know what else to do besides to take whatever he's giving you.

he whispers in your ear, telling you how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how well you take him and how good you are for him, his words filled with so much love, how he wanted to do this for so long. it doesn't take long for you to cum again, milking his cock as he speeds up, your added slick making it easier to slide in and out.

he was going to pull out before he hears your words telling him to fucking come inside, eyes snapping up in shock before shutting down as his cock completely disappears inside your cunt and he can't hold back anymore. you feel hot ropes of cum fill you up to the brim, so full and warm that you couldn't think of anything else for a moment.

sexually reserved men who immediately check up on you after the high wears off, asking if you're alright or if he had hurt you. you pant and tell him no, you're just too fucked out to talk.

only when he leans down to kiss you could you feel his still-hard dick press against your thigh.

"...already?!"

"...i-i apologize."

nanami, gepard, artem

inspired by that one nanami twt <3

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader smut #jjk nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #gepard x reader #gepard landau #gepard landau x reader #hsr x reader #hsr smut #artem wing x reader #artem wing #hsr gepard #artem x reader

[angelltheninth]

Helping Artem Wing Say Awake by Letting Him Bend You Over the Desk

Pairing: Artem Wing x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, office sex, desk sex, adrenaline rush to wake up, co-workers to lovers, doggie style

A/N: Its like that meme where someone's energy is low and then it gets recharged when they see the person they like.

You noticed his eyes closing but as he was a stubborn man he wasn't going home until he finished what he was currently working on

Coffee didn't seem to be working on him anymore, you were pretty sure he was immune

If you wanted to help him get through this you needed to find a different way to keep him awake, you had an idea but you've never done it at work before, good thing you were all alone here now so there was no risk of getting caught for indecency

You thought he'd be sluggish and slow but the moment his cock sank into your pussy he started fucking you so hard that all the papers mixed on the shaking desk

The fast pace took you by surprise, he must have been more sexually frustrated then tired from work

He was already more awake then when you started, you mission was accomplished but now you had another task

For that to happen you pushed yourself flat against the desk, your bra pushed down so you felt the cold surface further stiffening your nipples and started jerking him off with your pussy, making it pulse and clench around his length

Artem knew what you were trying to do but there was a risk if he came inside you with no condom on, you knew that too and yet you're teasing him with it

Even if he's not able to come inside you he can fuck you until you beg him to it anyway, with your words

Now fully awake he's slamming his hips against your ass, his cock slick with your arousal, his tie completely loose and hanging around his neck, there for you to pull him into a kiss as soon as you're ready to come

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot #tot x reader #artem wing #artem wing x reader #artem x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot imagine #artem wing imagine #tears of themis headcanons #tot headcanons #artem wing hadcanons #tears of themis smut #tot smut #artem wing smut #artem tears of themis #x female reader

[usagi-lilac]

How to break a dom

(MDNI, nsft. Too spicy for young eyes)

(Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo, Artem, Marius, Gojo, Nanami, Zhongli, Kaeya)

a lot of strong, "dominant" men have a concrete idea of what they like in bed. It aligns with their firm values and high standards of themselves. Societal norms often dictate people's assumptions about these men, and so everyone around them begins to expect that same behavior and act accordingly. They end up internalizing those judgements based on how people respond. For example "He's protective, he's stubborn, he's powerful, he's got to be a Dom". And so..those assumptions guide their experiences, because sex isn't a solo act. All of their sexual experience backs up the "Dom" narrative when their partner is expecting that of them, and presumes a submissive role. expecting to be bossed around, guided, moved into whatever position he wishes, and actively longing for it. If his partners all fulfill the notion of his "ideal" dominant self as desirable...it starts to become the fantasy. It becomes a straightforward dopamine rush. We chase after the praises that we've tasted once before.

But if you want to drive him truly crazy..break that algorithm. Nothing makes a genuinely strong man with good self esteem weaker at the knees than an equally strong partner who ignores all of those assumptions.

A partner who's not afraid to talk back, to take control, to be just as confident in theirself. Brazen and bold and unafraid of consequences.

It's almost as if some barrier is broken, a wall crashes down, when they realize they don't have to put up a front. They realize there is more to pleasure than a repetitive act...the tables do turn. it's a whole new world.

Back him up to a wall when he's not expecting it, one knee glides up between his things to rest against his bulge. Let the warmth of your body drive him crazy as you kiss him slowly and passionately. Lead him by the tie and sit his fine ass down on the nearest flat surface. Climb onto that lap and straddle those thighs.

Get on top. Drag your tongue from his collarbone to his jawline, with one hand holding the back of his head- fingertips at the nape of his neck and thumb grazing the curve of his jaw, guiding it upwards. The other hand placed firmly on whatever surface is behind him. Grind against him slowly, mercilessly, while nibbling at his ear, nuzzling into his hair, leaving kisses on his neck like a sweet, tender peach. Surround him in your scent...and then make him wait. Let him tremble. Let him grasp at your clothes in a silent plea for more. Let him buck his hips in anticipation.

It would be a whole new world.

#obey me lucifer #obey me satan #artem wing #tot artem #gojo satoru #gojo smut #lucifer smut #nanami kento #jjk x reader #diavolo x reader #lucifer x reader #artem x reader #zhongli #genshin zhongli

[byizoyas]

tears of themis ; hcs

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ artem ˊˎ-

spork

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

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ vyn ˊˎ-

reversed cowgirl

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

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ luke ˊˎ-

doggy style

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

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

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

ೄྀ࿐ marius ˊˎ-

table top

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

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

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

#byizoyas. #tears of themis x you #tears of themis x y/n #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis smut #tot x reader #tot x y/n #tot smut #luke pearce #luke pearce smut #luke pearce x reader #artem wing #artem wing smut #artem wing x reader #vyn richter #vyn richter smut #vyn richter x reader #marius von hagen #marius von hagen smut #marius von hagen x reader

[lunargrapejuice]

'aren't you my gift?'

marius von hagen + artem wing x afab!reader

fic for my birthday event 💕 its officially my birthday and i've been saving this one just for today hehe

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, readers birthday, thigh riding (marius), dry humping (both), oral (male receiving - artem) - yes we are giving head on my birthday, it's what i would have wanted lol- gentle face fucking (artem)

marius

early azure light shone through the slightly parted curtains in marius’ room. it wasn’t enough to stir you awake but your body woke up to meet it anyways. you didn’t rub the sleep from your eyes or stretch your muscles, not that you thought that’d be possible with the way marius held you with your back pressed against his chest, but all you wanted was to be closer to him.

slowly you turned in his arms and caught a glimpse of his dark hair shining like polished obsidian, long eyelashes to match, before you buried yourself into his chest. the smell of fresh linens and lavender wraps around you, just as marius’ arms did, as you nestle into him and it lulls you into a peaceful place between sleep and consciousness. a place where it's only the two of you.

after a bit he begins to stir and tangles your legs together, pulling you even closer. his slender fingers card through your hair and you can’t hold back from placing tender kisses against his chest. a hum of pleasure vibrates against you, deep and laced with sleep but full of fondness nonetheless. the feel of him, the press of your chest against his and his muscular thigh between your legs, it makes your body start to ignite with familiar heat. 

your lips travel over his collarbone and up his neck, goosebumps littering your body at the sound of the air leaving his lungs the more you kiss him. but you aren’t in control for long, not when marius pulls away from you and his grip around your waist tightens so he can easily pull you up to be face to face with him. his leg between your thighs pushes up too and in the process provides the pressure your body was waiting for to fully light aflame.

a sultry moan you couldn’t hope to cover up escapes your lips and if that wasn’t enough to flush your cheeks, you can only blush further under marius’ grin and amused violet eyes.

“you’re blushing love. did i do something you liked, hm?” he says it so casually but there's no hiding the teasing glint in his tone. “all needy for me.” even though he's teasing you about it, you know full well by the way he holds you that he's feeling just as needy for you too.

you stop him from saying more by pressing your lips against his, in a deep kiss that soon has your tongues tasting each other and the heat it creates makes your head cloud with love and lust.

little moans and whimpers escape you, the lovely sounds absolute devine against marius’ lips and the way he eagerly soaks them up makes you want to give him more. your hips start to grind against his leg, only the thin fabric of your dampening panties separating your bare pussy from his soft skin. but you want so much more of him. even if it wasn't your birthday you knew he wouldn’t deny your request, he’d give you whatever you wished for, whenever you asked, including himself.

your lips never part from his as you move to straddle him, his grip on your hips helping you move easily and right over what you were craving for most. you swear you feel his dick growing harder the moment you press against it with your aching sex.

“marius.. want you so badly..” you whisper so sweetly, sweet like strawberry cake, against his lips.

“you do, hm?” his tone is all playful innocence, an adorable chuckle following and you can’t help but smile at him. “but don’t you want all the presents i prepared for you?” you have no doubt that he’s spoiled you rotten but the best gift of all was right in front of you with flushed cheeks and glossy lips.

“but marius,” you reply with the same feigned innocence. “aren’t you my gift?”

your heart skips a beat at the way his eyes twinkle with surprise- like he hadn’t expected you to say that at all, and love- because you no doubt had the butterflies in his chest beating their wings against his rib cage and heart wildly.

it happens so quickly, the way he grabs onto you and moves so it is him that’s hovering above you, your legs wrapped around him for stability in his fast movements, pressing against his hard length, the feeling of each other having you both on bated breath.

“i certainly am now. as your faithful king it's my duty to grant your every wish, heh.”

artem

the taste of artems last bite of breakfast, maple syrup and strawberries, melts on your tongue, your sweet good morning kisses quickly turning more heated and desperate. he always held you so gently and protectively but when his desires were in the mix, needy hands holding you close and the way the pads of his finger sank into your plush skin, desperate kisses stealing every sense, your reserved artem getting lost in you; it was so intoxicating.

to be closer to him, feel more of him, you move from your spot next to him on the couch and onto his steady thighs. your hands cupping his face, as to not break the kiss while you moved, begin to feel warmer and you know it's from his flushing skin. his own hands rest on your bare thighs, remaining respectful as they always were even though the sight of you in only his shirt and a cute pair of underwear makes his heart race and his cock hard.

lifting off his legs a bit, you scoot closer and pull the hem of the white shirt up so it’s not adding to the clothes keeping your wet cunt from his growing erection. through your lace panties and his sweatpants you can feel his impressive length and grind into it, your essence seeping through your panties and onto his dark sweats. he groans at the feeling of you, moving his hands from your thighs; one snaking up your leg and to your back, holding you close to him as he bucked his hips. the other cups your face, touching you so tenderly but the twitch of them against your skin screams that he too wanted more.

for the first time since you started kissing after breakfast your lips finally break from each other. through your fluttering lashes you see how pink his lips are, a sheen of your mixed saliva making them look even more delicious than they normally do. unable to help yourself, you kiss him once more, slow and sweet and full of adoration.

those affections travel from his lips and down his jaw. you hate the loss of friction when you lift off his hard dick and make your way down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as you go. but you know whats waiting for you will be even better, the thought of the weight of his cock on your tongue making your mouth water. on the last few buttons, when your lips kiss his stomach, you palm at his cock- the sound of his moan going straight to your core- and rest on your knees comfortably on the floor before him.

suddenly he stops your movements, his hands cupping your face and pulling your gaze away from the bulge in his pants, as if he had just noticed what it is you’re about to do. with the red of his cheeks creeping up his ears he stares at you lovingly and says. “i should be spoiling you, you know? let me-”

“are you not my gift though?” you bat your lashes at him, your eyes focused on the deep sea of his eyes as you play with his dick through his pants. his hold on your face tightens, the knot in his stomach growing and his heart racing. under your touch his eyes flutter closed, jaw going slack when you tighten your grip on his length.. he looks so fucking beautiful and it only spurs you on. “for my birthday i just want you artem.”

you kiss the inside of one of his palms before slipping out of his hold. his hips lift with your movements to get him out of his pants. his aching cock resting against his stomach once free from its confines, beads of precum smearing against his skin. he can practically see the hearts radiating from your eyes before you close them and lick at his pink leaking tip.

his gentle hand comes to rest in your hair, tangling into your locks to help ease his cock into your eager mouth. “as you wish darling,” he says breathlessly, gently thrusting deeper into your throat. he’d let you have whatever you wanted on your special day but his cock still twitches at the thoughts that he’d be tasting you soon enough.

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