#tears of themis smut
Rough (Tears of Themis: Luke - NSFW)
Description: Luke Pearce is kind. Luke Pearce is sweet. But sometimes, a girl just wants it…rough.
Warnings:Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised.
Spoilers for Luke’s identity (if you’re just getting into Tears of Themis ). Potential trigger warnings: breath play, slight dom/sub tendencies (and sexual objectification), possessive behaviour/thoughts, jealousy, public intimacy, biting kink, creampies
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Sleeping Beauty: Part II (Tears of Themis: Luke - NSFW)
Knights, magic and dragons, oh my! ♂️
Find them all in Part II of Sleeping Beauty, an epic Luke Pearce NSFW fantasy AU saga.
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A/N: Can’t believe I’m writing for Artem.
Warnings: NSFW, PWP, reader can be not Rosa
Hardworking, diligent, Mr. Senior Attorney Artem, who doesn’t know when to stop working. Always going so far to bring home work despite your disapproving and worried stares. But lately he’s not bringing home as much work anymore nor staying at the office for unnecessary overtime.
Celestine and Rosa chalks it up to Artem finally using his time to spend time for your relationship and promptly congratulates you. Well, they’re not entirely wrong. You and Artem have been indeed spending more time together; but instead of the dates his co-workers expected, you spend the nights at Artem’s with his cock down your throat and your cunt on his face.
Pussy-drunk is the best word to describe Artem as he settles your hips over him, inhaling the scent of your cunt, anticipating your juices on his tongue. It’s his best way of destressing – you sitting over his face, all of his senses only focused on you, drowning away any thoughts he has left. If he can speak, he’d be singing praises about how you’re so wet and taste so good, but he can barely breathe as it is. All he knows right now is how to curl his tongue inside your cunt.
Artem’s so focused on you that he can’t even string any thoughts on how good you’re making his cock feel. As you bend over his leaking cock, stroking and swallowing hungrily. “Oh, you like that, love?” you’d sometimes ask, but all you get in reply is another twitch of his cock. You lift your hips momentarily over his face, letting Artem gasp in lungfuls of air. But his large hands are already grabbing you back down. “No, no, no, please, more. I need more.”
When you finally orgasm, Artem makes sure to get as much of your nectar on his tongue, the wet noises of his slurping disgustingly lewd and incredibly out of his usual composed demeanor. At this point, you’d be slowly stroking his cock, your hand already messy with his precum as you amusedly huff at how Artem bucks his hips in the air. If he could cum from just eating you out, he would. But as it is, you move off his face, straddling his hips instead.
Teasing him with a smile, running the tip of his cock over your still-sensitive folds that has you shivering. Artem can only look at you, panting, pupils blown wide in lust, a strangled groan from his throat as you finally sheathe him inside you. “We still have the rest of the night, love,” you whisper; and all Artem can do is nod, that yes, spending nights like this is definitely better than working overtime.
Warnings: NSFW, PWP, Thirst Drabble
Despite his “kingly” stature and basically being a modern royalty, Marius isn’t fully comfortable when you service him. He wants to do the servicing, the pampering. He wants to be the one to give you the world and worship you until his last breath. But you insist, and he’ll never deny your wishes. So you’d get on your knees, already naked, situating yourself between his thighs as Marius’ breath hitches. He can’t take his eyes off you as your dainty hands unzip him and free his already hardening cock. He can’t even breathe, afraid to ruin the moment, taking in the sight so he could remember it forever.
It’s only when you kiss the head of his cock that he lets out a shuddering exhale. The way you give kitten licks at his cock, teasing him until he is fully hard. He can’t even complain, too busy trying to regulate his breathing. If anyone else saw him, they’d see a powerful king and his bitch; but you both know who holds the real power here.
His harsh grip on the arms of his opulent chair makes the wood groan when you finally take more of him down to your throat, moaning seductively at how thick he is on your tongue. “Jie…ngh…sh-shit,” Marius groans, all he want to do was throw his head back and lose all of his thoughts; but his eyes are glued to you – your plump lips around his cock, the drool staining your chin, your teary eyes as you look up at him, taking him until he hits the back of your throat. “Sh-shit, so good. Wanna f-fuck your throat, jie jie. So warm a-and tight. Ngh!”
There are times Marius can’t take it anymore, relieving himself by fucking your face, hips harshly thrusting as he bruises your throat, hand still gentle and yet firmly gripping your hair. His eyes would never look away from yours, as if seeking apology for his rough treatment, but he’s lost his will to pleasure. “Fu-fuck! You’re so filthy, jie jie. Letting me fuck your face like this. You getting off on this, jie jie? I can see you squirmi– ngh!” When your hands clearly move down between your legs, he nearly loses it. “You– shit– you must be so fucking wet, baby. I can hear your sloppy cunt from up here.”
And when he unloads his cum on your face and chest, painting you with his seed, Marius wastes no time in pulling you up and putting you on the chair – or rather, throne. He’s immediately on his knees, spreading your legs wide on the armrests. He dives in on your cunt, licking and slurping, making sure he gets every drop of your nectar on his tongue. “Taste so good– fucking exquisite. I could be on my knees all day for you.”
Marius is shameless in eating you out. Manners all gone, he’s as loud as he can be, moaning into your cunt, sucking at your clit and using his fingers to make you leak more. “Squirt on my face, baby, want to taste you.” It’s not long before you succumb to the pleasure, screaming out his name as you release all over his waiting tongue. You whine weakly as he cleans you up, not letting any of your juices go to waste. When Marius looks up at you, messy hair, smirking and satisfied at the state you are in; it’s not long before the hunger in your gut settles in again. And for him, on his knees looking up at you – Marius would never deny you more, thinking how fitting you are to be hisqueen.
A/N: No thoughts. Just Lu Jinghe. Buy me a ko-fi?
