-ˋˏ AFTERGLOW ˎˊ
SYNOPSIS. how does your significant other act after sex?
CHARACTERS. luke pearce, artem wing, vyn richter, marius von hagen
CONTENT. f!reader. canon-compliant. fluff, suggestive. established relationship. 0.5k wc. rewrite of afterglow at my old main blog @/verxsyon. reader was written as rosa in mind. implied sex. hickeys (marius).
VERA. for once, i don’t have anything. have fun, i guess lol.
Yan. Dr. Easterman will purposefully manipulate your trial scores to make you seem like you're doing worse than you actually are.
It makes you scrutinize each action and reevaluate yourself, improving in ways he gets hard while thinking about.
It also allows him to degrade you. It makes you more malleable in his oh-so-loving hands. The same hands that dole out punishments that make you forget anything exists but him and his cruelty.
That's what a loving father must do: not spare the rod on his child. He must be your firm yet guiding hand.
You'll be the epitome of what a reagent is supposed to be. You'll be more than his; you'll be utterly his.
Tears of Themis Men Compare Stamina With You
Pairing: Luke Pearce, Artem Wing, Vyn Richter, Marius von Hagen x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, doggie style, sexual stamina, mating press, cunnilingus, handjob, fingering
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A/N: I started working out more! Building up that stamina alright.
LUKE
Doesn't mind that you have a bit more stamina than he does, he actually finds it impressive. But just because he can't fuck you with his cock he can still get you to come more times than he does by eating you out and stroking himself to full hardness again. Whenever his cock goes soft and he says he's tired that automatically means you're getting his cum eaten out of you next. So there's no real rush to get him to match your stamina.
ARTEM
Wants to make you ride him as long as possible and knows you have a bit of trouble keeping up with that. That's perfectly fine, that's what his fingers are for, for you to practice when his cock becomes too much for your sensitive pussy to handle. Although he won't push for that if you really are that tired at the end of the day, however it does get him going when you grab him by the wrist and angle two of his fingers towards yourself. He could watch you all day and night.
VYN
Puts you in a mating press so he can stare at your face as he overstimulates you. It is a ego thing for him, just a little bit, knowing that he can get you to come on his cock so easily and barely be able to ask for more. When your legs go fully slack in his hands he slows down to an almost crawling pace until he gets you to come one more time, squeezing his cock nicely. Very slowly he pulls out, and makes sure to give your cunt a gentle kiss as a parting gift.
MARIUS
Fucks you from behind because you don't have to do that much until he gets tired. But once he does he fully expects you to bring that same energy, to move your hips against his and make your ass clap against his thighs until he shoots his cum into your womb. If you're not moving fast enough he will slap your clit as a punishment, making you even more overstimulated. However you're a good girl, who always does the best she can for him.
Men who love seeing you covered in his cum♡
He’s such a filthy man and he knows it. Every time your pretty lips a wrapt around his fact cock he feels the need to paint your face white.
It’s something so poetic with it. Your long eyelashes white and sticky as you blink innocently up at him. It makes him absolutely feral.
When he nears his orgasm he quickly pulls out and releases his load onto your stomach. He almost comes again at the erotic sight. You truly are beautiful cowered in his cum.
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artem gets drunk very easily, and it’s in those moments of dizzy intoxication that he let you see his true feelings, the ones he kept so close to his heart, scared to let anyone see.
you were often the one taking him home after gatherings and events, seeing him at varying levels of intoxication which would be ignored by the both of you the next time you saw each other at work. tonight, he wasn’t fall-over-drunk, more like clingy drunk, what with the way his hands never left your body.
“you’re… soft…” he mumbled as you laid him down on his bed. the first couple of time you took him home you just set him down on the couch, but the next day at work you saw him nursing a sore neck, so you decided to start tucking him into his bed instead. his hands drifted down your side, touching whatever he could. they slowly slid under your shirt, giving you enough time to push him away, to tell him off and leave him. but you didn’t. you didn’t. why weren’t you pushing him away? he was too dizzy to think straight, however. he wanted to touch you, that’s all he knew.
“soft and warm…” he mumbled, squeezing your waist.
“mr wing-“ you gasped.
his head lolled to the side, a grumble leaving his throat as he reached higher. “can i? can you stay tonight? please?”
you never thought you would see mr artem wing so fragile, pleading with you, begging for you so stay with him. he had the sweetest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen, glazed over from the alcohol coursing through his system. he was very bad at saying no to toasts, so he had ended up drinking more than he could handle, which wasn’t saying much since he had a low alcohol tolerance anyway.
a soft sigh left your lips. he thought they were so pretty, and he longed to feel them on his own. but it wouldn’t be right. not like this, anyway. “mr wing…” you placed your hand on his forehead, brushing back his sweat slicked bangs. “i… i’m not sure it would be right…”
you did want to climb in next to him, to be in his embrace, to make sure he slept comfortably through the night, but he was your boss. your partner at the firm. and most of all, he was drunk right now.
“artem, you’re really drunk right now, i don’t know if you-“
“please.” he grasped your hand tight, you could feel the thump of his heartbeat from his wrist. “i need you… to stay… please stay with me."
you knew that you couldn't deny him, even if you tried. all of his pleading and his begging went right to your heart and made you feel sorry for him. "alright," you sighed softly. "i guess i can stay for a little."
his face lit up like a kid in a candy store, paired with the flush on his cheeks and his glassy, watery eyes, you almost forgot he was your boss. he wasn't supposed to be looking at you this way, and yet he couldn't stop himself. "thank you," he smiled, pulling the covers down so you could lay next to him. as soon as you hit the matress, he scooped you into his arms, burying his face into your neck. "so nice... smell so good... so soft..." he rambled, a quiet mumble into your neck as if you couldn't hear him. you, of course, relented to him, letting yourself melt comfortably into his embrace. this was nice. this was really nice. he was warm and comfortable, and his grip on you didn't let up. his breath was hot against your skin, and his lips tickled a sensitive spot on your neck you didn't even know you had. he, of course, noticed your reaction, and kissed that spot with a tenderness you didn't know he had.
"mr wing-"
"artem." he corrected you firmly, his words muffled against you.
"artem, you're drunk. you really need to go to sleep," you chided, only to receive a peppering of kisses to your neck.
"fine. but you can't leave. you have to be here in the morning." you could sense his pouting, and as he looked back up at you, you saw his pleading puppy eyes.
"you'll regret asking me to stay when you wake up in the morning."
"i won't. promise." he said hastily.
"after this it'll be awkward. we can't go back to the way we used to be before." you tried to throw everything you could think of to deny the comfort of being in his arms, the warmth of his embrace and his lips on your skin.
"i don't want to go back." his voice was low, sleep finally creeping into his words. "i want this... you... forever."
artem wing, despite being drunk, was committing himself to you from that day on. and when he awoke the next morning with you still asleep in his arms, he couldn't help but to pull you closer, kissing the top of your head with a loving reverence, before the hangover really started to hit him.
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━ pairing; marius von hagen & child! niece! reader
━ summary; Giann disappears, and the reader falls silent until Marius appears
━ notes; i haven't written for tears of themis in a hot minute, so please be nice or i will cry. please donate to my Kofi or comission me if you like my stuff. reblogs are appreciated!
❋ Giann’s always been the steady rock in your little world.
❋ You’re a daddy’s girl through and through — his laughter, his scent, his arms around you at night — these memories are burned into your heart like golden light.
❋ But then he vanishes.
“Missing.” “Classified.” “We’re still looking.”
❋ You’re too young to understand any of that. All you know is that your daddy never came home.
❋ You stop speaking. Completely.
❋ Therapists gently call it selective mutism due to trauma, but it was simpler than that to you: if your daddy was gone, your voice went with him.
❋ Ailine never pushes. Just holds your hand through the lengthening silence and reads bedtime stories out loud anyway.
❋ And when your therapist suggests a visit to the Von Hagen estate, Ailine hesitantly reaches out. “She’s not . . . She hasn’t spoken. Not once. But the therapist thinks seeing family might help. If you’re willing.”
❋ Of course he is.
❋ Marius is nervous. Genuinely nervous.
❋ He’s stood in front of courts, crime scenes, and ruthless boardrooms, but facing his niece for the first time makes his hands unsteady and his heart pound against his ribs. He doesn’t even know what to say to a child who has known more grief than most adults.
❋ You’re a small, delicate-looking thing. Your eyes are wide and glassy. Your hair is long and tangled. Wearing soft blue pyjamas, with a stuffed bear clutched in your arms — a toy Giann had won for you at an arcade once. Standing half-hidden behind Ailine’s skirt.
❋ There’s a tense, fragile moment when your gaze lands on Marius.
❋ His silhouette. His hair. The curve of his jaw. He even smells like cedarwood and citrus — just like Daddy used to.
❋ The world stops.
❋ Your eyes go wide.
❋ Then, so softly it’s almost like a breath:
“...Daddy?”
❋ It’s the first word you’ve spoken in over a year.
❋ Your voice is hoarse and uncertain, as if it's recalling how to move after being frozen for too long.
❋ Marius freezes.
❋ His heart shatters.
❋ It’s not him you’re seeing.
❋ It’s Giann.
❋ But he can’t bring himself to correct you. Not right away. Not when your tiny feet carry you toward him, arms lifting, face crumpling into relief. Not when you cling to him like he’s the sun, little hands gripping tight to his shirt.
❋ He kneels — wordless, shaking — and hugs you back, his heart breaking and blooming all at once.
❋ He doesn't cry.
❋ Marius never cries.
❋ But he’ll remember the sound of your voice for the rest of his life.
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