#tears of themis imagines

[chalkscene]

tears of themis ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

you’re shifting restlessly on the couch when you catch your LUKE alarm keychain—handmade by luke himself—peeking from behind the armrest, “luke says he’s sorry.” you can’t help but smile at the sound of luke faking a small voice and whatever rage that filled you from your argument hours ago has now dissipated, endeared by the sweet gesture. “you’re gonna set off that alarm by accident,” you quip, the lightness in your tone encouraging luke to come into view. “you’re not mad anymore?” he asks, cautious yet hopeful. all his years of training and building a hard exterior to be a detective have nothing on you because in the warmth behind his hazel eyes that only you can bring out, you still find the boy you grew up with. the boy you’ve always loved. “i can’t stay mad at you,” you admit, on the brink of tears, “luke, i’m really sorry…” luke is quick to bring you in his arms, declining your apology because that’s what he does—he’ll blame everything before he’ll blame you. you’re unable to hold back a sob, prompting him to hold you tighter before he whispers in your ear, “let’s not do this again, okay?”

ARTEM is going over a recent case when he realizes it’s almost midnight. he’s usually one to pull an all-nighter but gnawing at the back of his mind is the argument he had with you today—you two haven’t spoken to each other since. after having decided to put off his work until tomorrow, he walks out of his home office to join you in bed but he finds you in the living room instead, your pillows and blanket already set up on the sofa. he can tell you’re aware of his presence from the way you’re deliberately not looking in his direction. still, he attempts to catch your attention with a soft call of your name. when you don’t reply, he carefully crosses the distance between the two of you. “we can’t fix this if you won’t talk to me,” he pleads. artem’s convinced his words have fallen on deaf ears until you finally speak, “i just don’t want to say the wrong thing again.” artem understands, thinking back to what started as a simple disagreement escalating into something it shouldn’t have and before you could stop it, you were both raising your voices at each other, saying things you didn’t mean. “i’m sorry about everything i said,” your voice sounds weak as it quivers and artem immediately wraps you in his embrace. “me too,” he tells you, “we can talk tomorrow. just come to bed.” when you nod into his chest, he presses a reassuring kiss at top of your head as he promises, “we’re alright.”

as MARIUS waits for you in bed, anxiety slowly eats away at him, the argument he had with you hours ago replaying in his mind. you should’ve walked in by now, he thinks, so he waits a few more minutes before getting on his feet and makes his way downstairs. he’s rehearsing his apology, muttering to himself to test the words on his tongue but it all flies out the window when he finds you asleep on the sofa. ridden with guilt, he decides to save his sorry’s for tomorrow when you’re both lucid for a proper conversation. marius is careful not to wake you up—gently slipping an arm beneath your head and looping the other under your knees to carry you to the bedroom. he’s tucking you in bed when you begin to stir awake. “sorry,” you hear him whisper, “didn’t mean to wake you up.” “what time is it?” you ask groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “it’s late. go back to sleep.” he places a tender kiss on your forehead to lull you to your slumber before he shifts you on your side, his chest against your back as he slides an arm across your torso. “sweet dreams,” he mutters and you feel his breath on the nape of your neck. “marius?” “hm?” “i’m sorry about earlier…” “that’s my line, miss,” he quips, albeit sincerely. he gives your body a gentle squeeze as he pulls you flush against him. “i’m sorry, too,” he replies, “i never want you to go to sleep upset.”

you’re getting settled on the couch when you hear VYN clear his throat as he carefully places a fresh cup of tea on the table in front of you. “chamomile tea,” he states, “it will help you sleep better.” there’s the slightest caution in his voice but it’s enough to tell you what the tea is for—peace offering after your heated disagreement earlier. “thank you,” you mumble, gradually feeling the guilt bubbling in your chest, “you’re using reverse psychology on me, aren’t you?” there’s no bite in your tone but vyn’s eyes still widen at the accusation. “n-no,” he stutters and a giggle involuntarily escapes you, to vyn’s surprise. “i’m joking.” when you notice his body language go lax, you slowly reach for his hand. “and i’m sorry for the things i said to you,” you tell him, “i didn’t mean it.” “i know.” a soft smile curls on his lips as he interlocks your fingers together, “so am i.” you stay quiet for a moment, basking in his touch that you missed terribly before he speaks again. “if you still wish to be alone tonight, i don’t mind staying here.” you fight the urge to roll your eyes, aware of the fact that this is just him assessing your boundaries—vyn does mind and you know that—so you shoot him a dubious look instead to which he responds with a sheepish smile. “i suppose you’ve changed your mind?” you actually give him an eye roll this time. “you know you had me at chamomile.”

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[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

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[lolishdes]

IMAGINE…

The tension is high, almost suffocating even as you find yourself cornered by the wall. His right arm is placed just above you, caging you, stopping you from escaping. Your eyes never leave one another, and by the second the hunger only grows. You look away from his dangerous eyes. “Please, not like this..” You pleaded with him, your fingers were lightly scratching the wall behind you, dammit your heart can't seem to catch a break.

His eyes softened at your words, with his free hand he lightly brushed your cheek, for a brief moment his fingers brushed against the corner of your lips. That sent an electrifying feeling down to your spine, he just knew the right places to touch. You shuddered at the feeling , and he knows damn well how much of an effect he has on you. His eyes linger down to your lips, they are plump and ready to be kissed at any moment from now.

But he resisted. 

He leans closer to your ear, this time his breath tickles your ear and neck. “Whatever are you pleading for, hm?” And in all honesty you don't know either. You're pleading for him not to do anything and yet you know deep down your heart you want it, you want him. But your head is telling you otherwise, and he can see that clearly. His eyes furrow at the expression you held, you are confused by your own feelings and he wasn't one to take advantage of your vulnerability.

He takes a step back, giving both of you some distance and some space for you to catch your breath. He takes your hand with his and pressed a gentle kiss on top of your hand. He gives you a cheeky yet charming grin and after that he turns around to leave you alone, not uttering a single word. 

Once the echoing footsteps have disappeared you keep the hand  that he kissed close to your chest, as the part his lips touched has a burning feeling still lingering.

|| Kaeya Alberich, Kamisato Ayato, Alhaitham, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Marius Von Hagen, Vyn Richter, Wriothesley, Draken, Ran Haitani ||

©️ All content belongs to lolishdes 2023. Please refrain from reposting (reblogs are appreciated !).

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[queenie-avenue]

Before the sun rises, stay.

—> every part of you is beautiful, so let Artem cherish this moment more.

⤻reader is gender-neutral, fluff, mornings with artem, clingy artem, established relationship, sfw, no content warnings, reader can be seen as Rosa if you want to

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Artem was usually the early bird. Even during the weekends, he would get up at six o'clock right on the dot, not a minute less nor more. People called him a robot because of it, but he didn't see the value in dwelling on others' opinions, but yours? Artem felt on edge every time you glanced at him, and he could not help but wonder what was going on in your pretty little mind.

Do you find me too emotionless?

Do I show you I love you enough?

What would you like me to do?

Shall I do this? Shall I do that, instead? Will you love me more if I do?

Such thoughts plagued Artem Wing's mind often.

Which was probably why he was being like this right now, waking up a few minutes earlier than usual just to stare at your glorious face. It had become a habit.

A bit of sunlight pooled in through the cracks of the curtains that did not cover the window fully, illuminating your glorious face. Even now, as he lay in bed with you, Artem could not believe that he had gotten you — the love of his life — to fall in love with him. What did you see in him?

He reached out to your face in reverence and laid his hands on your soft cheek, caressing every bump or scar you could possibly have as he smiled. Once again, he could not help but wonder what he had done to deserve this.

He leaned in closer, observing every bit of your face; from your lashes to your lips that were chapped from the air conditioning, every part of you was perfect in Artem's eyes. He let out a shaky breath as he lay his head closer to yours, seeking comfort in the crook of your neck desperately. He breathed in your scent and let out a small groan, he really really hoped this was not some sort of dream or fantasy he would have to wake up from.

Suddenly, the alarm for six o'clock rang, and his eyes widened as you stirred in bed, eyes slowly fluttering open to Artem's bewilderment. He watched as your countenance shift from tiredness to adoration as your eyes met his.

Artem quickly shifted to turn the alarm off, never once leaving your side.

"Did I wake you up?" His raspy morning voice asked softly, not wanting to startle you too much so early in the morning.

"Good morning," you greeted first before answering him. "No, you didn't. The alarm did." You joked to him, to which he chuckled back and shook his head.

"I need to remember to turn off that alarm when I wake up next time." Artem scolded himself.

"No, no, it's fine. I need to get up anyway." You yawned, preparing to rise from the comfortable sheets of Artem's bed.

Surprisingly, though, two lean arms pull you downward.

"We don't need to arrive in the office so early today." Your eyes widened at your darling's words. Never before had you seen nor heard this disciplined man suggest the idea of being a tad bit late to the office, even if he wasn't required to clock in early. It seemed that Artem sensed your shock and blushed a deep shade of crimson. "I just thought that..." He started, his arms loosening on your body.

Upon realising the insecurity you inflicted onto Artem, you quickly wrapped your arms around him, returning his bear hug with a goofy grin.

"I just thought that we could spend more time before the sun properly rose." Said Artem, looking up at you for approval.

"That works." You smiled back as you eased into his hold.

This time, it was Artem's turn to flash a goofy smile as his grasp tightened again; not too harsh nor too soft, just enough so you would not be able to escape. He leaned in, his hot breath hitting your nape which caused a shiver to travel down your spine and before you could say anything else, Artem was already assaulting your neck with soft kisses and sweet words to your ears.

"I love you." Artem said as his laps dragged up from the side of your neck to your jaw, peppering excessive kisses — he didn't view it that way — against your skin. "I love you." He repeated again as his lips finally met yours.

"I love you too." You replied and Artem felt like all the weight on his shoulders just dispersed.

Artem looked down at you. You were perfect, that [e/c] shade of your eyes, the way your cheeks felt in his tough hands, the warmth of your body compared to his and the way you looked up at him with so much want yet with a hint of bashfulness.

It was like you were beckoning him to fall deeper into the rabbit hole that was you.

"I love you." He repeated breathily onto your lips as he pressed against them once again.

Not that he minded. He would gladly fall deeper for you if that was even possible.

"I love you more than anything." He promised.

"I love you, too." You giggled back, holding him closer to you. "I love you so much."

He wished that time could stop right now, just so he'd be able to cherish this moment — cherish you — for a longer period of time.

For now, as long as the sun was not fully in the sky, you were his to worship.

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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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[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??

[gurofushi]

sex education

꣑୧ marius von hagen x fem! reader x vyn richter

summary; marius von hagen's private tutor, vyn richter, doesn't quite approve of how your boyfriend recklessly toys with your body. luckily, mr. vin has a master's degree in sex education and he's more than willing to share a thing or two for today's lesson.

warnings; nsfw, cuckolding (i guess?? marius is ur bf but vyn's doing most of the work)

a/n; i've had this in my drafts for probably like a year now?? 😭 i don't play tot anymore i apologize if i depicted any elements included in this imagine incorrectly!

(apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

“no, that's not quite right, you're not supposed to pet it like that. don't tell me that's how you treat actual cats?”

vyn sighs, watching as marius toy with your clit, moving his thumb in quick and tight circles. groaning in frustration, he stops and pulls his hand away from your wet cunt.

“shut up, vyn. if you're so good at making girls cum, then prove it.” he hisses, completely ignoring your whines of displeasure when he diverted his attention away from you.

you silently huff as you watch them bicker on and on about how bad of a job marius is doing– or about how vyn is acting like he ‘enjoys having a stick up his ass�� when he ‘brags about how great he is at making girls cum on his ugly shoes.’

if it wasn't for the way your own juices dripped onto the sheets from your aching pussy, you'd already be laughing your heart out at your boyfriend's inappropriate remarks.

with a small smile adorning his lips, vyn takes off his glasses and makes his way towards the bed where you and marius laid on.

“if you'll have me.”

marius grumbles and moved to sit beside you– not without rolling his eyes, of course. taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes it tightly and pecks your forehead. the gesture made your heart flutter.

he was obviously jealous and didn't like the idea of having to share you. but he brushed off his own thoughts away, taking advantage of the opportunity to properly learn how to please you.

you didn't have a problem with the way marius made love to you, but it was endearing to see how willing he was to bring you into more pleasure.

smiling at your sweet exchange, vyn averts his gaze back onto you. he settles on the spot between your legs and starts to caress your thighs gently, gliding his hands up and down your sides before finally taking your clit between his thumb and pointer finger.

you could immediately tell the difference between the way the two men treated you. when it comes to sex, marius' always moves with a sense of urgency and desire. he absolutely adores you and your body, so when you two got in the mood, he'd always run his hands all over your body. relishing in the way your soft skin reacted to his touches, he focuses on giving you as much simulation as he can offer, just so he can have you begging him to stop while his fingers abuses your insides relentlessly.

meanwhile, vyn likes to take his time. he takes pride in being able to have his significant other writhing under him, pleading for him to go faster. he's like a snail, going at a frustratingly slow pace while leaving tracks of his saliva on their body. he knows what he's doing, of course. he takes pleasure in watching his partner bounce on his cock as they plead for release, he always stays still until he sees those pretty tears slide down their cheeks, before immediately gripping onto their hips and mercilessly thrusting up into them.

you didn't realize it at the time, but maybe you really did enjoy the change of pace. vyn's handwork was thorough but efficient, and before you knew it, you had your hips lifting off the bed as the sweet feeling of release finally buzzes through your whole body.

“see, that wasn't so hard was it?” vyn chuckled in amusement, though it wasn't clear if he was talking to you for finally cumming or to marius for finally making me cum.

marius huffs, rolling his eyes whilst brushing his fingers through your hair. “whatever, richter. lesson's over.”

vyn laughs at your boyfriend's angry tone, before promptly getting up to gather his belongings.

“i hope you've learned something, von hagen. i'll see you during our next lesson.” he said as he approaches us for the last time, giving your sensitive cunt a small pat before he leaves the room altogether– making marius even more upset at the way you responded to the gesture with a whimper.

silence overcomes the room for a brief moment, nothing but your laboured breathing filling the hot atmosphere of the painter's room. feeling exposed as the cold gust of wind from the air conditioner hits your inner thighs, you close your legs, quietly lifting your head up to marius to see how he's holding up.

“. . . fuck that guy. open your legs again, i can make you cum in whatever way i want.”

#vyn richter #marius von hagen #tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis smut

[cursedcola]

Prompt: Asking them 'would you love me if I was a worm?' in the middle of the night. Fandom/Characters: Tears of Themis ; Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Ritcher, and Marius Von Hagen A/N: Artem has no nickname because Celestine saw your phone at the office and decided to tease him about it. He got embarrassed and asked you to fix it. Now he's just Artem as punishment. Definetly not because I forgot to put one in for him. A/N2.0: I have always wanted to make one of these. It was fun lol

Artem Wing

Vyn Ritcher

Luke Pearce

Marius Von Hagen

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot #artem wing #artem wing x reader #vyn ritcher #vyn ritcher x reader #luke pearce #luke pearce x reader #marius von hagen #marius von hagen x reader #tot x reader #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis scenarios #tot imagines #tot scenarios

[scribs-dibs]

vyn as a vampire is so interesting...

it's about the consumption and the desire of it all! he needs you. constantly. and he, being as closed off— as independent as he is, would hate every second of it. vyn would hate how he hears blood pumping through your veins, how your heart beats, pushing forth the very thing he needs to survive. and then everything shifts. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your skin. it dimples under his touch, because he holds you so desperately as he plants puncture wounds into your neck. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your voice. the way you sigh pleasantly, used to the soft sting of his bite. it isn't about your blood anymore, but your scent. vyn doesn't pick up on just the scent of sweet iron, he smells you on the coat he let you borrow. everytime he brushes past it as he enters his home, it's as if he’s passing by you, and suddenly he can't focus for the rest of the night.

and soon vyn doesn't care much for your physical attributes at all. the sweet taste of your blood still tempts him, sure, but the sound of your laugh is even sweeter. the sparkles in your eyes are almost blinding. he reminds himself that it is he who is the predator. you are supposed to be the awaiting prey. ...except it's him who feels encased in your jaws, in your sharp teeth. it's him who feels wholly, entirely, consumed by you.

i imagine in your first kiss, he handles you like spun sugar or like fine glassware. you feel the delicate brush of fangs against your lips, but they make no move to sink deeper. he doesn't care about your blood anymore, he cares about you. what other tastes do you have to offer him? are they as sweet, as tempting as your blood was? vyn has no doubt that they are, and he plans to uncover them all.

#vyn richter x reader #vyn richter #mo yi #mo yi x reader #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis headcanons #innhonor of that one halloween piece i never finished...rest in peace.... #☆.writing

[chalkscene]

tears of themis ⇢ WOULD YOU KISS ME FOR $10 OR THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD FOR $700?

ft. luke pearce, artem wing, marius von hagen & vyn richter

“i have a question,” you tell LUKE. he’s sat on the couch, playing some new video game which he immediately pauses to acknowledge you. “okay, shoot.” “would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars or me for only 10 dollars?” before luke can school his features, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as memories from your childhood flash in his mind. ever since you were kids, you’ve always had the most random trivia and inquiries ready to share with him—his heart swells at the thought of you not having changed at all. going back to your question, luke normally would’ve been deep in thought searching for an answer but he’s always had it in him. so with loving eyes, he meets your expectant ones. “you know i’d kiss you for free.”

ARTEM looks up from his paperwork, paying you his undivided attention now. “come again?” you’re halfway through repeating the question when he cuts you off with a chuckle, “i heard you the first time.” you know he’s just too nice to dismiss you but if you spend another minute thinking about your case, you’re going to lose your mind. “so, what’s your answer?” “i’d kiss you,” he replies without skipping a beat and his lips curl into a smile. you mirror his expression before glancing at the door then back at your boyfriend. “can you kiss me now?” you pout, “i need motivation.” artem shakes his head at your antics but he adores them. he gets up from his seat en route to your side of the office, leaning in to grant your request when celestine barges into the room, “artem- oh.” artem immediately straightens up and clears his throat as he takes a step back from your desk, “yes?” whatever celestine’s come to see him for is soon forgotten, clearly enjoying the sight she walked into. the whole firm knows about your relationship with artem so you remain unfazed—unlike stellis’ notable lawyer whose cheeks are blushing furiously, unable to meet your colleague in the eye.

“missed your pretty face,” MARIUS says in greeting the moment you open the door. half an hour ago, he called to let you know he was on his way to your apartment. now here he is, leaning in for a kiss which is immediately followed by a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of your mouth on his. “you say that as if i’m not your lockscreen,” you tease when you pull away. “i can’t kiss my phone though.” he winks then dips his head lower for another peck but you stop him with a finger over his lips. marius’ eye brows shoot up in surprise, coaxing a giggle out of you. with a cheeky smile, you ask, “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” “what kinda question is that?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes at its absurdity before his familiar cockiness once again takes over his features. “miss, i’d pay to kiss you.”

“is something on your mind?” VYN’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts—well, thought. you’ve had this random question plaguing your brain for a while now. “what is it?” vyn asks again. “well…” you begin, trying to form the words before you utter them, “i was curious…” “go on.” “would you kiss me for 10 dollars or the prettiest girl in the world for 700 dollars?” vyn doesn’t respond right away, blinking at you as he is momentarily dumbfounded. but it’s not long before you sense the gears in his mind turning. you’re not sure if it’s due to the nature of his job as a psychiatrist but vyn is never not thinking—you truly believe he’s actually taking the question seriously. soon enough, he gives you his answer. “my rose,” he says as he tenderly takes your hand in his, “your kisses are priceless.”

#tears of themis #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #luke pearce #luke x reader #luke pearce x reader #artem wing #artem x reader #artem wing x reader #marius von hagen #marius x reader #marius von hagen x reader #vyn richter #vyn x reader #vyn richter x reader

[angelltheninth]

Getting Jealous of Vyn Richter's Fanclub

Pairing: Vyn Richter x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, public display of affection, jealousy, lipstick marks, comfort

A/N: Do you think he can fix what ever is wrong with my tendency to fall for characters that don't exist? No probably not, I don't want him to.

You know that your boyfriend is amazing and handsome and deserves to be praised, so when did it start bothering you so much how loved he is

He's noticed his fanclub of course but he doesn't pay them much attention apart then thanking them for their adoration

Vyn always looks forward to seeing you at the end of the day, you know he's smiling at you but his fangirls always seem to think its for the,

It's like dating a celebrity, you never know if one of his fangirls is gonna drop in on you

Still you knew he was popular when you started dating him but you figured it would die down once he entered a relationship with you

Nope, there are still gifts and dreamy sighs for him

Although he thinks his fanclub is nice he always makes it a point to show his affection for you when he's with you

Doesn't matter who sees him be doting over you, he'll lift you up and spin you into a kiss for all to see

Clinging to his arm became something of a habit, you're absolutely bragging when you lean up to kiss him and he turns to catch your lips in the last second, only you can do that

Vyn notices how you grip him harder when the ladies from his fanclub are close by

Quite cute but you're cutting of the circulation in his arm

The more it goes on the more you can't help but notice how pretty the women in his fanclub are and doubting yourself, maybe you need to show him more affection, dress better, listen more

You didn't think he noticed your kisses getting more desperate, how much you want him, more then normal, then you underestimate his observation skills

If Vyn was a shallow man he might go for someone from his fanclub, it'd be all too easy, but he doesn't want any of them, he's with you because you're the one who captured his heart, you're the one who always listens when he opens up, the one who dances with him every night before going to bed and the one who he brings flowers to every day

If it would make you feel better you can do something that will really let everyone know he's off limits

He wouldn't mind if you'd, for example, kissed his neck and some of your lipstick got on the collar of his shirt

Or that he accidentally let someone see the picture of you in that godly dress you wore, you know the one that he loves to take off

See, he's not above playing a few mindgames if they're for your benefit, let him be a little selfish, a little bit of a showoff

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot #tot x reader #vyn richter #vyn richter x reader #vyn x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot imagine #vyn richter imagine #tears of themis headcanons #tot headcanons #vyn richter headcanons #tears of themis fluff #tot fluff #vyn richter fluff #vyn tears of themis #vyn tot #x female reader

[redactedbimbo]

(Context : they were enjoying the view in Marius's office after catching who leaked the documents/project to their rival company)

I feel bad for marius, i kinda get now why there were people who were against their relationship 😓 The corporate world is filled with greedy and malicious people, and if someone from outside their world, someone who never grew up with eyes constantly watching them or grew up in a harsh environment like that, would totally not be able to survive in it.

They're probably expecting MC/Rosa to not be able to handle the craziness of their world nor offer any help when/if marius needs it (despite being an attorney), and its good that Rosa was able to prove them wrong in the end.

Its also clear that all of that craziness is making Marius insecure and anxious for Rosa, i mean he has to mansplain, manipulate and gaslight people 24/7 😅, I'd be worried that my partner would find me scary if i were in that position lol. But his actions are also understandable esp since he was always transparent with Rosa.

Anyway, i love this man with my whole heart, man got me in a chokehold and im not even complaining 🥰

#tears of themis marius #marius von hagen x reader #marius von hagen #tot marius #tears of themis imagines #tot

[queenie-avenue]

More than Co-workers.

—> headcanons of a workplace romance with artem wing.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is rosa, workplace romance, fluff, artem being a malewife fr

🦋 ⤻ archives.

— At the start of the day, it begins with a kiss, mwah!

— Both of you alternate days where you get breakfast together, either homemade or bought from a cafe both of you like.

— The moment you both enter the office, though, both your hands unlatch from each other, and it's serious work time!

— He doesn't like it when you make instant noodles for lunch or dinner, so he tries to pack extra snacks or even a whole bento box just for you.

— When it comes to coffee or tea or any other beverage of your preference, Artem always has some stocked up in the pantry of the law firm.

— Although he doesn't really like to show public displays of affection, he can be rather cheeky.

Artem's hands brush against yours when you place the files down on his desk. He looks up at you just as his fingers retreat.

"Sorry." He smiled. Honestly, sometimes he was just as cheeky as Marius.

— Has a picture of you on his desk.

— He likes to angle the photo of you towards any client/worker that's in his office to let them know he's taken. You know for a fact the moment you both get married — which you will, Artem will ensure that — he'll flash his wedding ring anytime he can.

— Sneaks kisses during break at the pantry. Nothing too spectacular, just a simple kiss on the cheek and a good job.

— A single bud of your favourite flower is always on your table every day, and when you realise this, you do the same thing back towards him.

You chuckle when you spot the usual bud on your table. It seems like your suspicions were correct. After all, the flowers were going to be a usual thing in your relationship.

You made a mental note to prep flowers for him tomorrow, too.

— You both spend lunch together, period. Unless, of course, you both need to meet a client. He's a bit clingy but not overbearing.

— You best be sure he's driving you home every night. As much as he believes Stellis is safe, he still wants to be a good boyfriend and gentleman by bringing you home. If you live together and he specifically needs to stay late, he will drive you home first, no matter what.

— Every alternating Friday, both of you will either have a dinner date at home or go out to a restaurant. Who cooks is who feels like it. Artem especially loves when you cook, even if your cooking is horrible.

— Ends and starts the day with a kiss. Mwah!

#artem wing imagine #artem wing x reader #artem wing #zuo ran #zuo ran x reader #tears of themis imagines #tears of themis #tot artem #tot zuo ran

[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

[themisimagines]

oh, you hate to love me

content: inspired by succession (in terms of the drama and tension but not much else), could not be bothered to flesh out the back story so tl;dr you and artem are lawyers in rival firms and keep going head to head in court. one night you both get stuck in a lift and resolve your differences... creatively. characters: artem wing x fem!reader warnings: rough sex, name calling, semi-public sex

Another late night at work. You're coming out of the court file room, where you've been going over the evidence again and again, preparing for round two before the judge tomorrow. The only thing that's keeping you going at this point is the thought of wiping the cool expression off your rival's face – Artem Wing.

Just thinking about his face makes your temperature rise a couple of degrees from sheer anger. In the eight times you've gone up against each other in court this year, you've been evenly matched, winning an equal amount of cases. But each time, it's gotten more and more personal for you, mostly because you swear you overheard him once, telling someone on his team that he thought you were inexperienced and shouldn't have been in the courtroom at all.

And who is he to speak? You know that his parents are basically the law themselves, and it's given him all kinds of leg-ups over the years. You had to work for your position, and you're doing a damn good job of it too. Your boss promised you that if you won this case, it's a likely promotion to partner locked in. So you have to win. But first, you have to get back home and grab whatever sleep you can to pummel that bastard in court tomorrow.

But speak of the devil and he shall appear. As you're waiting for the lift, you see none other than Artem Wing emerging from another room down the hallway, nonchalantly walking down towards the lift too. You wish that the lift had arrived, so you could shut it in his face. But unfortunately, it seems to be extremely slow despite the lack of people using it, and he comes to a stop beside you, giving you a nod.

'Good evening,' he greets you cordially. You roll your eyes. He was probably schmoozing up to the judge, who is probably his godfather or something. You nod in response to his greeting.

The lift arrives and he gestures to let you in first. Who does he think he is? Does he think he's being gentlemanly for the cameras?

'You first,' you insist, and awkwardly, Artem sidles into the elevator although it seems like it physically hurts him to not let you in first. You feel rather smug as the doors close.

'So,' Artem clears his throat. 'What's keeping you here this late at night?'

'Some of us actually put in the work to prepare for our cases.' You retort. It's late. You genuinely have no energy to keep it cordial. What's with the small talk? You've never heard Artem Wing do small talk, ever.

If Artem is shocked by your tone, he gives no indication that he is, but at least it stops his painful attempts at talking to you.

The lift ride is painfully slow.

'Are we... moving?' He asks. You look up at the display, and it seems to be stuck on the 3rd floor. You press the buttons to leave, but there is no response.

'I think we're stuck,' you say, pressing other buttons, and trying to tap the intercom. The person on duty says that they will investigate the situation, and just to stay patient and wait.

'I guess we just have to wait,' you say. 'Sounds like we might be here a while.' You lean against one of the walls, sighing and closing your eyes. Artem stands uncomfortably on the other side of the lift, the distance between you both as far as possible.

You sneak a glance under your eyelids, and see him loosening his tie, unbuttoning the stiff collar of his shirt. If you had to admit to yourself, you thought him attractive on the first day you met, before he opened his mouth and absolutely destroyed your case. Those feelings were quashed pretty quickly, but sometimes you can't help but imagine what things might be like if you were working together rather than against each other. But you've also heard that Artem Wing doesn't date anyone, much less coworkers. Everyone wants to figure him out, but they can't seem to be able to.

'So what are you doing here so late?' you finally ask, just to break the awkward silence.

'The same as you, I suppose. Working on the case,' he replies.

'I thought you were supposed to be a prodigy.'

'I thought you were cleverer than to listen to unfounded rumours,' Artem dismisses you. Ouch, that stings, but you guess you deserve it after being so hostile towards him.

'Well, at least I got where I am now because I worked hard for it, not because my parents got me my first job.'

Artem's eyes widen in surprise at the accusation. His face soon morphs into a familiar one that you've seen at court, when he's raring for a good fight. Your heart is pumping through your chest like you're in court. Triumphant at having struck a blow, at having been able to shake his impassable face.

'Well, at least I don't have a chip on my shoulder,' He retorts, crossing his arms. 'What have I ever done to you?'

'I hate people like you, Mr. Wing. People who think that they're better than everyone else but who actually got where they are today thanks to other people.'

In your anger, you've moved closer and closer to him, until you are close enough that you could reach out your hand and slap that beautiful face of his.

'You are greatly mistaken about my history. I must say I'm disappointed, I thought you were better than this.' Artem shrugs. He's dismissing you. That makes you angry beyond belief, and the only thing stopping you from tearing into him is the fact that when the lift gets fixed, it's pretty obvious who did it, since there's only two of you in there.

'You're disappointed in me?' You get even closer. 'You're the one making unfounded judgements on people. I heard you that day. You said that I wasn't fit to stand in front of the judge. More like I wasn't fit to go up against you.'

'I didn't say that,' The look on his face is one of genuine surprise. From this close, you can smell his cologne, mixed in with his laundry soap and natural scent. His eyes are blue, so blue and soft. You're considering – oh, what the hell.

'Shut up,' you say, and drag him down towards you by his tie to kiss him. His lips are soft and god, does he use lipbalm? He doesn't seem sure what's happening at first, but when he realises that you're kissing him, he doesn't pull away, and instead his hands come around you to clutch you closer, searing heat through your clothes and giving you a longing for his hands to be on your bare skin instead. You bite down on his lip and he growls, just dragging you closer, hands already fumbling with the buttons of your blouse.

It becomes a game of trying to undress each other faster as your lips are still locked, tongues battling, teeth nipping and drawing blood, each trying to get the upper hand over the other, to force each other to concede. When you both finally break apart for some air, you are panting and flushed, your shirt completely unbuttoned and lacy cups of your bra peeking through, thanking whoever's up there that you wore your nice lingerie today. Your skirt has been hiked up your thighs, exposing your stockings with lace rims, held up by suspenders. Your back is pressed up against the corner of the elevator, and Artem is looming over you. He hums in appreciation when he sees you in such a messy state, but he's no better himself, trousers unbuckled and shirt pulled open. You swear you accidentally popped a button, heard it clink on the floor as it rolled away.

You help Artem free his painfully hard cock from his briefs, and in a single swoop, he hikes up your legs, holding you there between the lift walls and his solid body, chiseled abdomen looking extremely attractive from your viewpoint. He uses two fingers to peel your soaking underwear from your cunt, and gives you a hungry look.

'What are you waiting for?' You ask impatiently. The cool air on the entrance of your cunt is making you shiver. Your hips are moving of their own accord, and you long to be filled.

'I'm just enjoying the fact that I'm going to make you come again and again until you're a writhing mess around my cock,' he says casually.

You reach out and tangle your hands in his hair, pulling back hard until his throat is bared, sure that it must hurt him but he's still looking at you with that smirk on his face.

'I bet you come before I'm anywhere near satisfied,' you spit. 'Don't be so full of yourself.'

In response to that, he takes the opportunity to thrust his full length into you roughly, and you both moan in pleasure. Artem doesn't give you any chance to adjust, instead starting a ferocious pace, skin slapping against skin, slamming your back into the lift wall again and again until you see sparks of pleasure beneath your eyelids.

'Look at how wet you are for me,' Artem snarls, not letting up his thrusts. 'And you said that you hated me.'

'I still hate you,' you bite back, and to distract him, you clench your cunt around his length, tightening as you bite down on the soft part of his neck, and you feel his cock twitch – it forces him to slow down, panting as he tries to get himself under control.

'Your tricks aren't going to get me,' he struggles to say, strokes turning long and leisurely, trying to get his breathing under control, eyes closed to stave off his orgasm.

In retaliation, he reaches one hand down to drag your skirt further up and rub at your clit, and your cunt twitches even harder when you're all but crushed against the lift walls, when Artem plunges into you again and again, dragging involuntary sounds from your throat.

'Ah, ah, ah!' you whimper in time with his thrusts, clinging on and scrambling to try and keep your own orgasm at bay. His attentions to your clit are almost sending you over the edge but you can tell that its effect on your cunt is a double edged sword, and Artem is doing his best to keep going without coming himself.

'Just come for me already,' he rasps in your ear. 'I can make you feel so good.'

It's a tantalising prospect, but despite his words, you can tell that he is pleading for his own sake rather than taunting you, judging by the throbbing of his cock deep inside you.

'No deal,' you pant, dragging your nails down his back so that he arches it towards you, the lace of your bra rubbing against his chest. He looks down and that seems to give him an idea. Freeing your clit for a moment, he uses his hand to deftly unclip your bra and free your breasts, before leaning down and sucking hickeys onto the creamy flesh of your breasts, snaring your nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and teeth. The hand returns back to your clit and rubs and rubs, even as his cock continues to thrust so far into you that you can practically feel him nudging at the entrance of your womb.

All of the sensations come to a head and you can't help it. You cry out as you come, both out of pleasure and disappointment. But just as your whole body starts to shake, a blinding orgasm overtaking your entire body, you feel Artem's cock swell and grow inside you, and then the hot sensation of his cum filling you up, even as he chases the last few moments of pleasure by thrusting slowly, luxuriating in the sensation of his orgasm. His lips seek yours, crushing you to him in a final gasp.

When he finally lets you down onto the floor again, your legs feel like jelly. The intercom suddenly blares to life. They managed to fix the problem, so the lift should be back in action in the next 15 minutes or so. You both scramble to get your clothes back on in some semblance of normality.

When the lift doors ding open, the security men are profusely apologising for the inconvenience, and you and Artem say that it's alright, that it's just late, you want to get back. You feel Artem's cum dripping from your cunt down your leg, a slick memory of what just happened.

You both walk to the carpark, and Artem insists on walking you to your car.

'Well, this is me. Goodnight,' You say awkwardly. He's standing there as if he wants to say something but doesn't quite dare.

'You know,' he clears his throat. 'My car is just over there. I've never really sat in the backseat that many times, but to my understanding it fits two grown adults quite... comfortably.'

'Mr. Wing, are you inviting me to have sex in your car?' You ask disbelievingly. His face turns red and he doesn't want to meet your glance.

'Well... I just thought... It doesn't have to be my car. But if you wanted to do that again...'

'Mr. Wing, I intend on going home and getting a full 6 hours of sleep before court tomorrow, and after I defeat you in court and win the case for my client... well, I don't have any plans on the weekend. I might be able to fit you in.'

'Of course,' he coughs. 'But so... there might be a next time?'

'I'll think about it.' You wink at him, and get into your car.

He taps your window, and you roll it down.

'By the way,' he says. 'When I said I thought you were inexperienced, that was taken out of context. I said that it was incredible you could beat me despite not having that much experience. I could have phrased it better, I know, but –'

You cut him off with a kiss. Somehow, it's comforting to know that wasn't his intention all along.

You drive off, and in the rearview mirror, you watch as he gives a small smile. You can't help but smile too.

#tears of themis #tears of themis imagines #artem wing #artem wing x reader #artem wing smut #tears of themis smut #tot imagines #tot smut #i apologise for literally knowing nothing about how court works #or like lawyer stuff in general. sorry

[dreamsofminnie]

[Luke Pearce x Reader] Series

Ch. 5-10 [Luke]

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—His Escape | Word Count: 2,590

—March 16th, 12:23 AM

[[Recent message: I can’t help but peek into your room to see if you came back secretly.]]

Unbeknownst, the 100th sigh has now erupted from your lips as you fiddled with your lunch half eaten.

Peanut perched beside your plate occasionally pecking the dried figs you set for him.

“Peanut, you must miss your dad right? I miss Luke very much too.” Your pointer finger strokes the birb somberly as he peeps quietly.

“How many days has it been since he was gone? hmn, 4 days.” Laying your arms and head across the marble countertop your phone opened up to Luke’s one sided conversation.

Groaning you release your phone and bury your head between your outstretched arms.

“What to dooo, Fridays were our game and movie nights… ughhh! Luke you jerk! Maing me wait for you to come back like some military wife!! Give you a good scolding when you get back!”

Straightening your body and your resolve, you reach your finger out for Peanut to perch on and head upstairs.

“Apologizes Lukey, but I’m rummaging through your stuff.” Throwing his door open you find his usual messy desks and bookshelves that line the wall. His bed look haggard like he has been living here, in which, he really hasn't.

“Haizz, as always. Super messy Luke” Your sigh was so fond, one might’ve mistaken you as a wife whose waiting for their husband on an abroad trip across the world.

—March 16, 12:27 AM

[[Sent: Do you mind if i clean up a bit]]

[[Sent: I wont touch your important papers]]

Stuffing your phone in the back pocket, you roll up your sleeves to get to work. “Luke admires Sherlock Holmes to such an extent that he even matches Sherlock’s messy workplace.” Despite the grin on your face, the heavy document lifting will be a huge workout.

“If only you had arms to help me Peanut.” He tilted his head at your call while staying out of your way on the far window sill, his favorite sunbathing spot.

Piles upon piles were stacked against a corner you cleaned beforehand. Moved out of the path so access to other areas was easily accessible. Many of the papers were covered, with a label tag—simple to comprehend for the correct file in any case.

They stood tall so thickly that they rivaled your throat width solely in how many pages they contained.

How Luke actually managed to write up and read that is beyond you. The real hassle in detective work is the paperwork that research brings.

Even just a smidge, do you understand all of Luke’s sleepless nights you have caught him with his room light still shining bright. You had scolded him once while he apologized profusely. You were pretty sure he still managed to find a loophole and kept up with his late-night work hours. And you couldn’t say anything then, since you were studying up till sunrise.

One unfortunate chance was when Luke and you thought of sneaking into the kitchen for a quick snack and perhaps some caffeinated tea. Catching each other on tip-toes in pajamas, you making tea, and Luke getting snacks, was a fun core memory. Both of you ended up sitting in the living room working side-by-side. Till one of you would fall asleep on the other then eventually night passes then you and Luke wake up snuggled close.

Warmth had spread to you from cherished memories of a family you held dear. Wherever Luke may be, you just hoped he comes back in one piece, breathing and smiling bright.

Papers all stacked and on the side,you get to sweeping some of the discarded trash. Crumpled papers that— if unraveled, were rushed thought processes of a detective onto an exciting new lead.

His favorite juice boxes littered around his small trash can, as if his aim was terrible and he missed the trash with every new juice box.

Leftover craft materials were present only beside his bedside, which seemed like wood shavings, a dull carving knife, and cut-out paper. It seems you needed a vacuum for all those.

Floor now all clean and vacuumed, you reach Luke’s desk and bookshelf behind it. Many spaces on the shelves were free so packing the documents away in them was alright to do. You can just sort them for him and label each shelf with the contents. You had done this for Luke once in his other office. It wasn't as messy as his room is now, but Luke really enjoys your neat and tidy file sorting. He’s called it, “Name’s personal file service! Luke only V.I.P service, right?~”

You giggle to yourself as you hear his voice through those words.

Unable to reach the higher shelves, you decided to save those for after every other thing that needed to be cleaned. His desk was just for area mapping, entry and exit routes to suspected buildings. Shifting them in a pile to the side of the table you hesitate if you wanted to peer through his desk cabinets. Personal or not, you would prefer if you had his permission first-hand.

Though i guess you were already invading his chambers without consent.

“I’m so sorry Luke. I will confess all my sins to your punishments when you get back, let me indulge in your personal affairs just this once.”

Shutting your eyes tight, you feel Peanut flap his wings and perch on your shoulder, eyes intently locked on the cabinet handle you were clutching. Opening one eye to watch Peanut you open the first drawer and crouch down to look closer.

The bottom is lined with thin files, scribbled notes, unopened letters, and craft utensils like the carving knife you found earlier. Not at all work-related, you could tell by the decorative ornaments that littered the box. Some were beads, pieces of jewelry, and preserved rose petals. Nothing matched Luke in this cabinet.

These were for you.

Luke has made many of things for gifts in the years spent together, you can recognize his crafts anywhere. And these were meant for you. This cabinet was all of you.

“..maybe I really shouldn’t have.” Peanut seemed to notice your surprise, shame and guilt. He chirped and flew down into the drawer hopping on the beads and letters as if finding something in that stack. “Peanut??! Hey hey, get out of there.”

His chirping grew persistent when spotting something in the far back of the cabinet. Dragging the item out with struggle, Peanut chips for you to help, so you worridly comply. Peanut would only do things on his own accord if, it was benefiting Luke, or, to embarrass Luke. You can’t tell which this is just yet.

Taking the wood block that Peanut dragged out to show you, you gap at the wood block.

It was a carving. A blooming rose so beautifully detailed and outlined down to the thinnest carve marks. A bird just like Peanut was the centerpiece in the rose, it sat at the middle in an angled side view as its wings raised to fly. You could tell it was unfinished because these types of carvings needed a thick coat of paint, and this was not at all painted just yet.

Dragging your hand across the carefully detailed and hard carve marks, you felt marks on the other side of the block when your hand moved. Stunned, you turn it around and freeze even further. Peanut tweeted and sat on your knee awaiting your final reaction. The back of the block was empty besides the small word carving on the bottom corner.

“Congratulations on your Graduation!!” A small sticky note wrote, “I always knew my Watson could push forth through the intense studying to earning your degree!! I’m really proud of you.” A small heart that was drawn in the corner of the sticky note was very light, as if he was hesitant to include it.

A bubble of sad inducing emotions threatened the peace and tranquility in your facade these past days. It prodded in your throat as your mouth was in a trembling frown, tears near slipping.

Peanut could feel the anguish radiating off you and chirped worridly, hopping closer to your face and rubbing his body against your skin. Fingers hardening against the wood, careful not to ruin it, you swallow the despair down and hold yourself.

“Luke…you silly boy….my graduation isn’t till about month from now.. You didn’t have to prepare so hard. Thank me in person if you’re so proud of me. That’s all I want..” The repeated words as if you were in a trance, were on the tip of your tongue but you didn’t dare speak those 3 words ‘I miss you.’

Inhaling deeply and exhaling you sniffle the rest of the sadness away and get up off the floor ready to finish the late-spring cleaning you started.

Peanut who still sat on your shoulder tilted his body at you. Patting his head and cooing at how good Peanut was in revealing Luke’s secrets, you hide the wood carving back in the drawer with your name basically plastered in it.

“Cleaning really helps cure some sadness.” Because a distraction was what you needed.

Getting that stepladder for dusting the bookshelf that you put off before, you reached the top shelf and make your way down. Pushing aside books so every corner was dirt-free, you notice Luke has a lot of thick detective books.

You snicker when you spot one light novel that you lent Luke because you thought he could brush up on modern romance stories. Luke said he lost the book in his bag, turns out that the book actually sat dust-free on his top shelf. ‘If you liked that light novel so much I would have gotten you the whole series Luke!’

Somehow you found that the second level of the bookshelf was dust-free, while even the bottom first shelf was super dusty. Strange. You didn’t find any of the books or locked files to be much interesting so you let that go. It might’ve been the case Luke is pursuing at the moment.

Sadly finished with the whole spring cleaning in Luke’s room, you watch the room as you exit and close the door in front of you slowly. It was high-time you study instead of reminiscing memories in your roommate/childhood friend/best friend’s room.

🔐[TimeSkip]🔍

—April 13

A hefty sigh rumbles through your throat into a groan.

“A new bestie is in order. What kind of person doesn’t even attend their best friend’s graduation ceremony? Peanut! Your father is absurd.” Same as normal, you sat in your room sighing and complaining to the Myna bird.

Peanut could never exactly escape this weekly routine every time your studying was complete and you had time to relax but that time was spent going crazy with the bird.

Though you had a reason to do so. Peanut hasn't been responsive as of these weeks, only when Luke was mentioned he would chirp quietly and stomp around to show aggravation. He has also gotten slimmer, without Luke who indulged Peanut in snacks way too much, Peanut ate only a necessary amount. No matter how much packs of dried figs—his absolute favorite snack—you bought, Peanut would eat four max then just sit on top of the bag.

Holding in another incoming sigh, you got up and stretched your arms above your head. “Come on Peanut, let’s go out today. Fresh air will free our shackles.” Swiftly slipping into your shoes at your front door, you call to the bird.

Peanut flew up and settled on your head, cozying up to your fluffy hair.

You both exit the apartment and out onto the lively streets. The bustling of people and chatter felt so distant. Only when a person is walking around and talking to another do you not notice how odd it is when you lose that company and instead walk alone hearing just the idle chats of random lives.

Perhaps Luke was feeling the same thing at this moment. You wish you could be connected to him like this.

The goal of movement was… unknown at the moment. You didn’t really know where to go when you suggested a walk.

“Parks are normally where people take strolls, right? Aghh…I’m talking as if I’m not normal and trying to BE normal..” I guess talking to yourself—and talking to a pet bird– isn’t very ordinary in the first place.

After arriving at the park and down a path towards the large constructed lake, you found a bench to rest on while Peanut happily ventures somewhere close by.

Sounds of the breeze and paces of people either jogging or walking past calms your mind of the occasional fog it gets on days like this with nothing to do but worry.

A guy riding a bicycle passes by but he doesn’t even leave your line of sight yet before the guy tumbles off the bike. You jolt up and rush over to help him up.

“Are you okay sir?!?? That was quite a tumble.” Holding a hand out as he sheepishly takes it and thanks you.

“Ah yes! Probably just a minor scratch on my knees, thank you for helping. I was in too much of a hurry to deliver these.” He rubs his neck then points towards the folded papers in his bicycle’s basket that have now spilled all over the grass.

“Oh, let me help!” You bent down to gather the papers and your hand freezes.

“I’m really sorry for having you help me twice like this! I’m grateful that you are so nice!!” He rambles on while grabbing the papers and stacking them back in the bicycle’s basket. “...and like–today was really busy so—work’s been piling up on me—...” Your ears couldn’t focus on the words and blocked out what he said. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears instead, the ringing of your mind engulfed your senses.

You were too fixated. On the front page of the newspaper.

“DETECTIVE LUKE PEARCE SOLVES A 15 YEAR ONGOING CASE IN LESS THAN 5 DAYS!”

“...what. What is this news report from.”

The stare you gave the guy was so intense that he falters for a moment. “Uhm, I work at the North Stellis newsletter station. Ah well, as a newspaper boy, so not really AT the news station ahha..” He sweats under the intensity of your shock but a question floated to his head.

“Oh? Do you know Mr. Pearce?! I heard of his work. Think he’s been at North Stellis for a month now.” You bit your lips hiding at the ecstatic smile and feelings that was bubbling up.

“I actually do! Can I take one of these newspapers home? I want to read it closely.” A relieved and joyous expression overcame your form as you held the paper close to your body.

The newspaper guy nodded with a smile, “Of course! Not much of a thanks for helping me, but if you need it then you're welcome to take it.”

“Ah! I need to get going now though. Thank you for helping me!” He hopped on his bike, waved a farewell then peddled away just as Peanut got back from his grandeur adventure.

Perching on your shoulder while you giggled in glee, Peanut chirped—albeit a chirp with much life unlike his usual quiet chirps—questionably

“Peanut! We’re going to see Luke!!!”

Peanut’s bewildered chirp was the last thing you heard before you went prancing home.

Synopsis-> Luke the one who has always been by your side throughout school years. The one who wouldn’t hesitate to run back home to get you something you forgot and really needed. Luke who smiles so-so fondly at you when your smiles pierce through his bad days. The same Luke who thought running away from you would be beneficial for you.

It however, only served to push you out of your way to find him. Seeing your surroundings in an entire different city, you are in search of Luke by tracing his detective trails. His name plastered on the newspaper one day by accident, served you to find him quite quickly. Now by his side, the works of detectives and secret agents left you both to conquer swiftly.

Joining his line of work after thorough debating and arguing, he reluctantly let you invade his dangerous lifestyle. Of course–only with him by your side at all times.

aUgh,, this took awhile to finish🙇‍♀️

Lukey-boy, you will be in for a surprise😌😌

YAH. The next chap will take another decade since we will now officially start this series💀

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