#Lucian x reader

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Hello I don’t know if you’re currently taking requests but let me tell you. I need more about Milo. If you can. Like he became possessive with reader, jealous of everyone near her.

Milo X Reader: You belong to me

Warnings: Fighting, bar fight, bone breaking, drunk men, sleazy men, smut, dirty talk, dom x sub (kind of), dom Milo, possessive Milo, ass bitting, fingering, making out, penetration ( p in v), unprotected sex, pet names.

Word count: 3K

He's staring again, he knows he is. He also knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. Not when you look like that. You're at the edge of the bar sipping a drink Milo can't quite recognize. He's known you for years but he never noticed what your go to drink was. Perhaps it was because he had been too occupied pretending the pain in his leg wasn't killing him to care or maybe it was because it didn't really matter. He would never be the one to approach you, your favorite drink in hand as he flirted his way into your heart. You'd never made him feel undesirable. He didn't believe you had it in you to make someone feel something like that but you didn't have to, his brain did the work for you. Self loathing does wonders to one's confidence. 

Milo has been watching you for a little while now. You hadn't invited him to the bar. It had been a coincidence. He'd sauntered into the pub, his mind set on finding a pretty thing to take home. He needed to test the waters of his new powers and he wanted company to do it. A special kind of company. He had expected to find someone random, anyone who peaked his interest enough. He wasn't expecting to see you, in fact, it was the last thing he expected but he would be lying if the sight of you didn't ignite something inside him. 

He still hadn't worked up the courage to walk over. This would be the first you saw him like this. The first time he'd talked to you since the "change". It thrilled him but it also scared him. He wondered how you would react. Would you just stare or would you scream at him for his irresponsible actions? He wouldn't be able to take the look of disappointment on your face. He remembered when you first found out about Michele's unorthodox studies. You didn't  speak to the doctor for a week which to some may seem like a small amount of time but that's because they had never met you. They had never had the pleasure of being around you long enough to feel the radiant energy that seeped from you. His fear of your opinion glued him to his spot but it didn't stop him from admiring you. Milo had almost accepted the fact that, despite wanting with all his heart to whisk you away from this dingy bar, you'd probably go home alone. It wasn't until a man approached you that Milos mind changed. He watched the man stumble towards you with a drunken smile on his face. You shuffled slowly to the side trying to put a small distance between the two of you. Milos' hands clenched at his side, his features turning into a scowl as he watched the scene before him. He saw you let out an uncomfortable laugh before shaking your head in a polite no. Milo noticed the way the man's body language shifted at your actions radiating a sort of dangerous energy. Milo didn't like it at all. Before his mind could compute what he was doing his body moved in your direction, his legs moving in steady steps. Milo had gotten to you just as the man had reached out to grab your arm, his body working as a barrier between you and the man. You glanced up at Milo with a look of visible confusion on your face.

“There you are darling. Was wondering where you'd gone.”

“Milo…”

His name left your lips in a breathy whisper sending a chill down his spine.

“Hey asshole we were talking.”

“You know this guy?”

You shook your head timidly, your body moving closer to Milos as you searched for safety. Milo placed his hand on your arm before turning to look at the other man.

“You heard the lady. She doesn't feel like talking to you.”

“That is not what she said.”

“Yeah because she's too polite for that. Luckily for her i’m not, so i'll say what she’s really thinking.”

Milo paused for a moment, his ears picking up on the beating of your heart. It was a bit slower than it had been when he arrived but it was still faster than it should be. The heartbeat of someone who was afraid. The noise seemed to snap something inside Milo's brain, a sudden feeling of rage coming over him.

“Fuck off.”

You let out a small gasp at Milo's words, your fingers digging into his forearm. 

“Milo leave it, let's get out of here.”

He hated the way your voice shook as you spoke. He hated the fact that this man had gotten to you. He wanted to rip this neck open in front of this entire bar. He wanted to show them all that you were under his protection and that anyone that messed with you would have to deal with him. But the way you clung to him brought him out of his rage filled daze. He turned to look at you, his hands moving to push a stray hair behind your ear.

“Okay darling, if that's what you want.”

With one meaningful glance at the man Milo turned around, placing his hands on your hips as he guided you away from the bar and towards the door. You’d barely made it five steps when Milo felt something wet on his shoulder. He heard your scream of his name followed by the sound of glass shards falling to the ground. Milo didn’t give himself enough time to think before he pushed you away, his body turning around to face his attacker just as the man prepared himself to land a punch on Milo's face. His fist came in contact with Milo's body but not in the way he’d wanted it to. Instead of knocking into Milos cheek the man's hand found its way into Milos open palm, his eyes widening in fear as he made eye contact with the vampire. Milo twisted the man's arm, cracking the bone with ease. You watched with wide eyes as Milo tugged the man against his chest and whispered something in his ear before shoving him away. The man stumbled to the  ground using his unharmed hand to drag himself away from Milo in fear. Milo turned towards you, one hand pushing his hair back as the other reached for your arm. You let Milo drag you away from the bar, your legs moving quickly in order to keep up with his long strides. It was only then that you noticed he was walking without difficulty and without a cane. You stopped walking, your body freezing in the middle of the sidewalk causing Milo to stop as well. He turned to look at you, the anger in his features slipping away as he saw the fear on your face.

“Milo how are you…how did you-”

“It doesn't matter.”

“How the fuck can you say that? You just broke that guys like it was made of fucking paper!”

You glanced down at his legs.

“And you're walking like it's no problem.”

“What a big deal? People do that everyday.”

“Well you're not like most people Milo! You’re-

“What? A sick man? A weakling? A good for-”

“Stop it! I’d never call you any of that and you know it you jerk!”

You turned your face away from Milo, your hands going to wipe away the tears that had started to fall from your eyes. Milos' shoulders sagged at the sight. You just been through hell and here he was yelling at you like you were in the wrong. He called out your name, making you turn to look at him. Your lip shook slightly, making you bite on it in an attempt to look strong.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Please forgive me.”

He opened his arms to you with a silent request for a hug. You waited for a second before letting your body collide into Milos. He pulled you as close as he possibly could, burying his face into your hair. He listened as your heartbeat calmed down, a small sigh leaving your lips.

“Thank you.”

“Gotta be able to protect what’s mine.”

The words left Milos' lips with little effort. It wasn't until he felt your body tense that he noticed what he had said. He waited in silence, trying to see how you’d react. You shifted against him, lifting your head so you could look into his eyes. When you met his gaze and  saw the primal like expression in them your breath caught in your throat. You had no idea what had happened to him. Even though he looked the same as he always had there was something different about the way he looked at you. He looked at you like he was a lion and you were a juicy piece of meat. And though it startled you it also sent a thrill down your spine.

“What’s yours hum?” 

Your hand trailed down Milos chest fingers running over the clothes ridges of his abs.

“Yes…”

“And what do you do with what’s yours?”

He couldn't take it anymore. Not with the way your body felt warm against him and the way you bit your lips as you spoke. Milos lips crashed into yours, his hands tangling into your hair as he kissed you. You let him grab onto your body, a small moan leaving your lips when he gives your ass a squeeze. He loved the sounds you made as his hands moved against you. You break the kiss, the need for air getting to you. Milos hands don’t leave your frame, his fingers digging into your hips as he rests his forehead against your.

“Take me to your house.”

“With fucking pleasure darling.” 

You’ve been inside Milo's house a thousand times and you knew the layout like the palm of your hand. Even so you managed to walk into the wrong room. You blamed Milo. The way he tugged at your body in desperation left your brain dizzy. You glanced around the room, eyes falling on the desk in the corner.

“This isn’t your bedroom.”

Milo raised his head, detaching his lips from your neck. 

“You’re right it's not. But this works.”

“There isn't a bed Milo.”

“Oh darling, who said we need a bed?”

A smirk spread across Milo's face as he watched your eyes widen before glancing to look at the desk once more.

“Well what are you waiting for? Get over there.”

“You want me on your desk?”

“I was thinking more like over my desk but on works too.”

You rubbed tights together at the sound of Milo's voice. You weren’t used to seeing this side of him. He was usually quiet and slightly melancholic. The man in front of you wasn’t like that at all. The man in front of you was demanding and sexy. You'd be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

“I thought I gave you an order darling.”

Milos hand wrapped around your throat squeezing lightly as he leaned down to give your lips a quick peak.

“Get over there. Now.”

“Yes sir.”

You turned around a yelp leaving your lips when you felt Milos hand come in contact with your ass in a rough slap.

“That's my good girl.”

“All yours sir.”

Milo licked his lips making his way to you. He watched as you hopped onto his desk, spreading your legs so that he could see your underwear. A moan left Milos lips as his eyes caught a look at the lace you wore.

“Planning on getting fucked tonight?”

“I was actually. Just wasn’t expecting it to be by you.”

Milos smile drops at your words. He leans in closer, placing his arms beside each of your thighs, caging you with his body. You swallow dry at the sight of the scowl on his face worried you’d angered him somehow. You had made him angry but not at you. Oh no. He was angry at everyone else. Angry at the others that had gotten a chance to look at you, touch you and taste you before him. He loathed them but he couldn’t change the past. The only thing he could do is make sure that for this day forward he was the only one who could have you like this. Milos eyes bore into you the silence making you uneasy but then he gave you a sly grin and you calmed down a bit.

“You think that…”

Milos hands made their way in between your legs rubbing your clothed clit as he spoke.

“Anyone could fuck you better than i can?”

Your hips bucked as Milo pushed your underwear aside playing with your folds for a moment before inserting a digit into your cunt. Your lips fell open as you moaned, closing your eyes as Milo fucked your with his fingers.

“I asked you a question.”

“No i-ugh shit- don’t think anyone can fuck me better than you.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“Ah-fuck please- you Milo. I’m yours, I'm all yours.”

“Good girl.”

You placed your hands behind you, fingers digging into the wooden desk beneath you as Milo kept up his brutal pace.

“Wanna cum pretty thing?”

“Yess please Milo…so close-oh-please don’t stop.”

“Okay i’ll let you cum but first you gotta give me a kiss.”

You pushed yourself up so that you were closer to Milo, one of your hands finding his cheek. He smiled at you, plunging his fingers as deep as he could. You launched forward, giving him a rough kiss. 

“Cum princess, go on cum on my fingers.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. Your body stiffened as your orgasm washed over you, your hands snaking their way across Milo's shoulders as he worked you down from your high. Your body sagged into his as he removed his fingers from your pussy and brought them to his lips. He licked his hand clean of  your juices, head falling back at the taste of you.  

“Taste so good darling.”

“Yeah?”

“That perfuct fucking pussy.”

“Your perfect fucking pussy.”

Milos dick twitched at your words the sultry tone in them making him feel impossibly harder. You seemed to notice the way his hips shifted closer to you. Your hands made their way to his pants unbuttoning them before reaching into his boxers. Milo groaned as you pallmed his cock making you smirk up at him.

“Happy to see me?”

“You have no idea.”

“I think I got a pretty good feeling.”

Milo laughed, placing a kiss to your cheek as he pushed your hair away from your face. You moved your face so that you could place Milos fingers into your mouth. He watched as you sucked on his digits, never breaking eye contact. You removed his fingers from your mouth with a pop.

“Can I take care of you Milo?” 

“As much as I would love that darling, I need to be inside you.”

“OKay. How do you want me?”

Milo pulled you off the desk flipping you around so your back was pressed to his chest.

“Lay down darling.”

“Yes sir.”

You did as he asked your ass brushing against his hard on as you did. Milos hands moved to your hips pulling your dress up so that he could get a good view of your ass. He let out a wolf whistle as he grabbed your cheeks. 

“Now that’s an ass I could get used to kissing up to.”

“What's stopping you?”

Milos grinned at you leaning down and giving your butt a soft bite. You pressed your face into the desk at the feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Delectable.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh don’t thank me just yet darling. I’m about to ruin you.”

“I wanna see you try.”

“Is that right?”

“Uh hum.”

Milos hands ran up your bare thigh, his fingers toying with the edge of your underwear before ripping it off in one quick motion. You gasped as the cool air hit your exposed cunt. It wasn't long before the chill air was replaced with the feeling of Milo's warm skin. He inched his dick into your pussy slowly, trying not to cum at the feeling of your walls fluttering against him and the sounds of your squeals. Once he was fully inside he tugged your hair, forcing you to lean off the table. You could feel the outline of Milos abs against your back as he leaned down to suck on your neck.

“This is that last warning darling. Last chance to back out. If I start now I won't be able to control myself.”

“Lucian i swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now.”

Before you could even fully finish your phrase Milo had laid you back down on the desk and started pistoling  into you. He’d bring his dick almost all the way out before plugging it back in all the way. Your nipples rubbed against the wood as your body rocked with Milos movements. You could feel the desk creaking beneath you a twinge of worry entering your system but quickly vanishing. So what if he broke the desk? He could afford a new one. What he couldn't afford was cumming before you. Milo's hands found their way to your clit, rubbing it exactly. He felt you clench around him as you came causing him to reach his own orgasm. Your body fell lip on the desk, whimpering as you felt Milo pull out. You shut your eyes listening to Milo walk to the other end of the room. He returned with a wet towel, gently cleaning up the cum that had started to leak down your thighs. You whispered a small thank you, far too tired to move. Milo threw the towel on the floor, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulled you off of the desk. He sat down on his chair tugging you into his lap. You nuzzled into Milos neck, sighing contentedly. Milos' hands stroked your hair, observing you as sleep seemed to take over your body. He placed a kiss to your hair breathing in your scent. A scent that had been made for him and only him. Everything was just as it should be: you in Milos arms. The place which you’d always belonged to.

[the-fiction-witch]

Mr Crown

Media - Morbius Character - Lucien Crown Couple - Lucien Milo X OC Reader - (OC) Anastasia Morton (Assistant) Rating - flirty + Cute Word Count - 1435

Anastasia made a grand entrance as she sashayed into the opulent mansion. Her every step was marked by the distinct clicking of her black Louboutins against the marble floor. She wore sleek black stockings that complemented her skin-tight black dress, accentuated by a vibrant red belt. Her hair cascaded in carefully arranged curls, framing her face with effortless elegance. Around her neck, a delicate silver necklace shimmered, catching the light as she moved with grace and confidence.

Lucien couldn’t help but smile from his chair as he sat receiving his usual medication from his private doctor. He did have... A rather large crush on her, but surely he couldn't be blamed after all, to Lucien she was gorgeous! Not to mention her shapely body and large... Assets, the kind of chest you dream to squeeze, and a backside you fight the urge to spank. 

She played the crucial role of being his right-hand person, handling all administrative tasks, and managing the various businesses operating under the umbrella of Crown Industries. This company was involved in a wide range of ventures, from producing bottled water to providing private jets, and served as the source of his vast wealth and luxurious lifestyle.

"I hope I'm not disturbing Mr Crown," she said as professional as ever,

"You could never be disturbing, you have the right to disturb me any time of the day." he smiled, "That dress certainly suits you."

"Why thank you, sir," she cooed, "I must say, you're looking strong and handsome today," she cooed,

He chuckled at her praise, he knew he looked far from "strong" and "handsome" being as sick as he was, but he enjoyed the reassurance she gave him daily. A grin came to his face as he teased her in return. "Strong and handsome huh? Well, aren't you just so very charming today,"

She approached his chair and opened her folder, "Shall we?"

He let out a playful groan as she brought up the business, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. Deep down, he wished she would abandon the business talk and join him in a more leisurely pursuit, like sitting on his lap for example? Nevertheless, he nodded in agreement, signalling his willingness to engage in the discussion. As he reclined, he adjusted himself to get comfortable, preparing for a serious conversation ahead.

"The accountant has finally returned my phone calls he is back from his vacation in Figi and the numbers are in, all separate LLCs and company holdings have doubled from last quarter. The factory strike has finished on the east coast with only minor recruits needed. The builders have sent the quote for the upgrades to the downstairs bathroom," She explained, "And ... We seem to be paying for a boat? Don't know when you got a boat and didn't tell me?"

Lucien listened intently, impressed by her efficiency in handling all the business dealings. He chuckled when she mentioned the boat. "A boat? can't say... I remember... buying a boat. Put a pause on that."

"Is it perhaps something to do with Michael?"

"Perceptive as always. Perhaps it is." He had a hint of playful sarcasm in his voice as he continued. "Nothing gets past you, does it?"

"I like to know where every dollar goes. And his lab has been a large drain lately so perhaps I'll schedule a call with him," she said, "Tomorrow is the gala, Thursday is the opening and next week is the ceremonies so I'll pencil the call in sometime next week,"

Lucien nodded a smirk on his face at her efficiency and attention to detail. He chuckled at her comment about Michael's lab, knowing all too well it was taking a big chunk out of his wallet. "That's my girl, always planning ahead." He cooed, "The call can wait until next week, there's no rush. How many times are we going to end up at galas this month? I've lost count."

"... Sixteen." She answered, "The charity equitable, the Upper Billion club, the grand gallery, the museum, the anniversary which is taking four slots alone. Along with all the business part summer garden events and of course the upper billion clubs gala auction tomorrow,"

His eyebrows raised as she rattled off the list of events and he let out a low whistle, looking at her in surprise. "Sixteen? Well, we're certainly going to be busy these next few months." He chuckled and shook his head, but beneath his amused expression, there was a hint of weariness. "I don't know how you keep up with it all. You must spend your life organizing my social calendar."

"I have plenty of time to organize your time. Mr crown" she answered just she dropped her pen, rolled her eyes and bent over to grab it,

However, she did so in front of Lucien her slightly crooked stocking and the hint of the top of her suspenders,

Lucien's eyes widened and his breath stuttered as he got a glimpse of her backside and the top of her suspenders, his gaze travelling up her figure as she stood back up. He swallowed and cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way her curves were emphasised by the tight dress.

"I... I see what you mean." He said in a slightly strained voice, a small smirk on his face as he tried to focus on the conversation. He slightly adjusts himself in the seat moving his hand a little to try and conceal that he was getting a hard-on from the sight, "I suppose I should just leave all the organizing to you then."

"It's what I do best, ohh I did get a call about tomorrow for the gala, asking to confirm your plus one," she asked,

Lucien chuckled when she asked about the plus one, knowing they went through this every time. He shrugged his shoulders, feigning nonchalance. "As always, you know I never have a date for those things." He looked at her for a second and an idea came to mind, he gave her a playful grin half kidding. "Unless you want to volunteer yourself, that is."

"As delightful as your company would be, I have enough work to do here,"

Lucien chuckled at her response, "Ah, of course, the ever-diligent assistant." He let out a theatrical sigh, "Here I am, the world's richest bachelor, and ... I can't even get a pretty girl to attend a gala with me. A mockery, really."

"Would you want me to?" She asked half teasing,

Lucien's smirk widened having not expected this usually it was only ever mentioned as a joke between them, but his gaze roamed over her figure appreciatively once again. "Now that's a stupid question, of course, I would. You're a beautiful and intelligent woman. What man in his right mind wouldn't want you on his arm?"

"Very well Mr crown. In that case, I'd like to drop off a last-minute holiday request for time off tomorrow morning in order to become adequately beautiful for such an event. And perhaps get use of the company credit card for a dress?"

Lucien chuckled, "Of course. I have no doubt you'll be gorgeous, as always. As for the credit card, consider it yours. Go and buy the most expensive dress you can find. Spare no expense."

"Thank you, sir. Well, be leaving at seven taking the Bentley."

Lucien nodded, a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked up at her, "Excellent. Seven o'clock it is. I'll be sure to be ready and waiting." He gave her a wink, his gaze roaming over her figure once more before settling back on her face.

"If that's all you need me for today Mr Crown?"

Lucien's gaze lingered on her figure for a moment longer, a faint hint of disappointment that she was leaving so soon. But he forced a smile onto his face as he nodded. "Yes, that's all I need for today. You better go and start getting ready for tomorrow." He leaned back in his chair and gave her a playful grin. "And remember spare no expense, the most expensive dress you can find I want you on my arm as the most beautiful woman for miles."

"I have a few ideas," She smiled fixing his hair and stroking her hand down his cheek,

Lucien's breath caught in his throat as she touched his hair and stroked his cheek, his gaze roaming over her face, taking in every feature. He leaned slightly into her touch, savouring the moment before she pulled away.

"Have a good evening, Lucien." She said as she headed out,

"You as well, my dear. Until tomorrow evening."

He watched her leave, his gaze lingering on her retreating figure, a mixture of longing and anticipation for tomorrow's event swirling within him.

[lina-lovebug]

Just saw Underworld for the first time and holy fuck me.

My mind is racing with imagines for him

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

Underworld Fanfic Requests are OPEN!!!

Hello to all of my followers and newbies

So, I've been rewatching the first three Underworld films, watched the fourth film a second time to refresh my memory of it, and finally got around to watching the last film in the series (Which was good btw).

I'm highly surprised there aren't many x reader fanfics for the series on here and the lack is very sad and heartbreaking :(...

However, I'm willing to fill in that void with requests. I'll write for your favorite characters shown down below. The one character I'll NEVER write for is Viktor. Though Bill Nighy did a brilliant job at playing him, I'll never forgive him for what he's done in the series.

I'll have both my inbox and DM (Direct Message) opened for requests 24/7. However, my inbox stays closed most of the time when requests slowed down from time to time. If you still want to make a request when the inbox is closed, I always have my DMs opened all day and night.

As a heads up, I'm still in the process of doing other requests, so it'll take me much longer to get to yours because I have a personal life and a job to do and keeps me busy.

One last thing too, please make sure you include a plot for the character you're requesting so that I have something to write when I start a new fanfic.

So, thank you for understanding and request away :)...

Michael Corvin 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Lucian 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Marcus Corvinus 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

David 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Marius 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Symbols:

🌸-Fluff 

❤️‍🔥-Smut 

👐🏻-General 

 💐-Dating 

 💘-Romance 

🖤-Angst 

🔪🩸-Violence 

 🔞-NSFW

Citrus Scale:

🍑 (Peach)-No Sexual Interactions 

🍎 (Citrus)-Romantic hug/or kiss 

🍊 (Orange)-Romantic hug/or kiss with a hint of sexual interaction 

 🍈 (Lime)-Heavy making out with light groping 

 🍋 (Lemon) Actual Sexual Intercourse

[homeslices]

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

Azriel

Euphoria

[ctheathy]

Yandere Lucian Abbot Headcanons

Lucian Abbot x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Artwork and character belongs to The R.I.P

Lucian Abbot/Reader [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Bullying mention • Self-hatred • Co-dependency • Unhealthy attachment • Emotional reliance • Isolating oneself [Lucian] • Poor mental state • Self destructive thoughts and actions • Deprecating ‘jokes’/comments • Clinginess • Overprotective Behaviour • Monopolising

Right off the bat, Lucian is already one heck of a naturally unstable dude to begin with. Incredibly low self esteem and imagery, makes deprecating comments and self harm ‘jokes’ all the time. Zero remorse for his physical wellbeing, would starve himself for days to no end and practically commercial his limbs as the latest cutting boards. And he isn't exactly sweet towards those around him either. He can mainly be considered cold and distant from his peers, the average awkward teen behaviour but add in some higher self destructive thoughts and moves.

As stated in the song ‘You're an awful person’, he sincerely believes himself to affect people's days for the worse and is basically just a waste of space to society. And to prevent those interested in him from dealing with his ‘problematic’ self and mindset, he always behaves rather coldly and perhaps even snappy to those trying to speak with him. He comes off as somewhat apathetic and can be rough with other students if he doesn't get what he wants. Some would even consider him a less severe example of a bully. He makes judgemental and snarky comments just for the sake of making him feel better about himself. And he is not one to hesitate or back out when violence is included among the situation, resulting in him often coming home bruised and in rare cases even beat up.

But despite his attitude and choices of ways, I personally view Lucian as an incredibly easy target to gain yandere like tendencies or develop emotional attachments. Due to his efforts to isolate himself, it's likely going to be rather difficult to get close to the male at first. He wants to stand out as little as possible and oftentimes believes himself to prefer this lifestyle with lack of contact and nobody to talk to. But it's an easy strike as soon as you even just communicate to him. One simple compliment has him riding that high for days and making a simple effort to speak with him has the boy thinking about you for the whole week.

When you manage to befriend him and get him to open up. All of it seems so innocent at first, he clings to you a lot and seems to find some sort of emotional support by you just being... you. Your bond would actually start off as something extremely regular and wholesome for the both of you. But even from the start, he seems to put quite a lot... And I mean a lot of trust in you. In comparison to his distanced behaviour from beforehand, he becomes like a complete open book when you're around and perhaps even somewhat... Desperate for your attention. What he tells you varies from his daily activities, to how he's feeling, to what he's doing and continuing to make these disturbing jokes about how you keep his sanity from slipping and that you're what's keeping him from becoming the next school shooter. This also includes mentioning how he wouldn't know what he'd be capable of if you were to disappear and not be there for him. And you'd slowly start to grow more disturbed by these unsettling comments... But that becomes a problem if you don't have the hearts to call him out on it.

The real hell breaks loose if you were to not show up for even a day, as it becomes incredibly easy to set him off if you're not in the same area as he is. He goes absolutely ballistic and is on the verge of a complete meltdown if he cannot see you for longer periods of time. Weekends are already as bad as it gets for Lucian, but it's gotten to a point where he's quite literally just leaning on you in order to get through the day without relapsing or having a total mental breakdown. In many of those occasions, he'd usually end up with a ton of new cuts and wounds all over his body as well. Not even necessarily because he felt the need to do so that day, but purely to try and get your attention for it. To try and show you that he physically cannot deal with the day by himself and that he practically needs you to be there for him to provide that lacking support and fill that void.

He also has a tendency to grow aggressive if you were to take some space from him, lashing out at the elderly and other students in his state of rage. Lucian is naturally already the type to want somebody considered as completely his own, being one to hate sharing and already grows bitter when seeing someone in the exact same place as you are. He already desires to prevent it at all costs, but definitely isn't one to back out of growing overprotective and impatient as well when it comes to your former relationships with anyone else for that matter. He noticeably tries monopolise you at times to try and prevent others from being the center of your attention, making you a lot more isolated than you were before the meeting. And in some way; you believe your attendance has done him no well unlike you intented it to be.

He truly is... A foul mess

[theidiotwhowrites]

Going to write a fic but I can't decide about who so...

[devildomwriter]

A Glimpse at the Future | Lucifer x Reader

.7K Words | GN! Reader | CW: Children

Lucifer sighed as he saw the smoke slip into his room from beneath his door. Now what had his brothers done? Enough of these pranks already he was tired.

Lucifer walked through the black clouds of smoke unbothered and shielded himself with magic, prepared to open the door to mayhem.

Lucifer swung the door open, glaring, but to his surprise, nothing was there. No brothers, no smoke, no surprise trap.

Lucifer looked puzzled and looked behind him, the room he only just left had changed drastically and he heard a small cough in front of him.

Lucifer looked down and saw a young boy with black hair, parted just like his.

“What’s this,” he asked himself and the boy looked sheepish and held up papers.

Lucifer took them, hoping it may offer some explanation, and read them over carefully.

They did explain things but not everything. The date on the paper was twelve years from his present, and the name at the top was neatly written as Lucious Morningstar.

Lucious looked at him nervously and Lucifer relaxed and smiled.

He smiled at whom he understood was his son and ruffled his hair. Lucious looked surprised but beamed in joy when his father grinned and praised his score.

“Excellent job, Lucious,” he said warmly and handed the papers back.

Lucious cheered to himself and ran towards the dining room.

Lucifer followed cautiously. He wasn’t sure how he got to the future or if this was some grand illusion of his desires but he wanted to explore it either way.

He walked in hand over his chest in surprise to see you setting the table for five.

The House of Lamentation was much quieter, it seemed none of his brothers still lived there. He wasn’t sure if that was his greatest dream or if it was the fact you were there still.

You locked eyes with him and smiled, welcoming him home early.

Lucifer grinned and decided he would play along.

You walked up to him and kissed his cheek, Lucifer wrapped his arms around you and held you in a hug for a long time.

“Aww, did you miss me?” You asked him, chuckling,

Lucifer nodded, “more than you know.”

You looked concerned for a moment, “was work rough today?”

“You could say that…” Lucifer said. This was half true as in the present he’d been doing paperwork to make up for Diavolo wasting time on a grand prank.

Lucifer looked around the room and you led him to his chair. He shook his head and pulled out the chair for you. You blushed and sat down as he scooted you back into the table and took his own seat.

“So…how was everyone’s day?” He asked you and the three children.

“Good!” Lucious exclaimed.

“It was fine,” the girl chimed in quietly and the youngest boy nodded.

The girl had long black hair with a white streak and the youngest boy had fully black hair and his eyes resembled yours.

Lucifer grinned and together the five of you ate the soup you’d made.

You watched Lucifer and smiled. Something was different about him but you decided you’d ask him later.

After he was finished eating, Lucifer saw smoke in the corner of his eyes and frowned. He looked at you one last time and promised, “I’ll see you again soon.”

“Lucifer?” You asked, worried, and stood up abruptly. Suddenly your husband disappeared and the door to the dining room opened.

Lucifer looked puzzled as he looked at his partner and children, all surprised and anxious.

“D-daddy!” Lucian exclaimed and ran to him, hugging him tightly.

“Lucifer what just happened?” You asked, frightened.

He blinked, befuddled, and then began to laugh, “Ah, it was today was it?”

You gave him a confused expression and he sat down to explain.

“Twelve years ago a prank pulled by Satan and Belphie backfired and sent me to the future…the Lucifer you just spoke with was me from many years ago.”

You gasped and your children were equally shocked.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Lucille commented and Lucifer nodded.

“Of course not, if I grew old I’d leave you behind and I don’t intend to do that.” He explained calmly.

You nodded and sighed in relief and in wonder. So all this time Lucifer knew you’d be together with children. Perhaps that’s why he suddenly had more confidence than usual. You checked the calendar and grinned. Twelve years ago exactly had been the day he asked you to marry him. Unlike how he usually behaved it was out of the blue, simple, and a little rushed. You hadn’t minded though, because it meant you’d spend eternity with him.

[bmhcdnsms]

protective ! biker boyfriend headcanons

[male reader] - fem alligned, minors / ageless, and blank blogs dni or u will be blocked !

protective ! biker bf . . . who doesn't let you go anywhere without him. exclusively rides his bike, he knows how to drive a regular car, just chooses not to, and trust everytime he picks you up, it's with his bike humming in the background, waiting to be ridden.

"there's my pretty boy," he flirts, leaning down the moment you open the door and stealing a kiss from you. and when he feels the way you so naturally kiss back, he can't help but go in for another. and then another. he gets a total of five kisses before he's satisfied.

"remind me why we need to take your loud ass bike to the conveinence store, luci?" his full name is lucian, but the nickname luci was coined after you guys got really comfortable in your relationship. and he loves it. only when it comes from your lips, of course.

"everyone in this shit town needs to know whenever we go anywhere," he explains simply, taking off of his thick leather jacket (he has another layer of a thick, long sleeve, specially made for bikers, shirt underneath) and holding it open for you to wear, "plus, it gives me an excuse to see you in my gear. makes you so sexy," he teases, leaning down to give you another surprise kiss before shoving the helmet down onto your head.

now you're wearing your own helmet, his jacket, and riding on the back of his bike with your arms tightly bound around his waist.

protective ! biker bf . . . who spoils you rotten. he wants to treat you to the most lavish of experiences and he'll deliver them to you with you on the back of his bike or take you to those places with you riding on the back of said bike.

the revving of a familiar, loud engine makes you roll out of bed with a pissed off look on your face. you tug the curtains open, looking at your boyfriend at the end of your lawn with your arms crossed over your chest. since he's not that far, you can see how cheesily wide his grin is.

you open the window, knowing that he'll start throwing pebbles at it if you don't, and lean out into the open night air.

"you trying to wake the whole place, luci?" the usage of the nickname shows to him that you're not actually mad at him.

"no, just you, my love," he says, sauntering across the lawn with his hands behind his back, "wanted to give you a late night gift,"

he reveals a huge bouquet of roses that were hiding behind his back.

"luci," your tone is unique; showing that you're flattered and embarassed in the lavish, sweet gift, but also scolding in some sense because of how late it was for him to be doing this.

"[nameee]," he says, in the same candence. he walks over, putting the stems into his mouth and biting down as he works on climbing up to your window. and when he's finally arrived to your heigth, he's handing you the roses with a grin, "for my boy,"

"you're such a romantic," you tease, not finding the will to be mad at him anymore. not when he looks so perfect with his messy hair and smirking face. "c'mere," you say, leaning forward with your hand already on his cheek.

he welcomes the affection with ease, pressing into you and grabbing you by the waist to keep you stationed right where he wants you. it takes smacking his chest to make him let you go, revealing his smirking, proud face on display for you to glare at.

"thank you, baby, they're really pretty," you say, pecking him once more before turning away to set them on the table.

"i got the best out of the bunch for you, pretty boy," he says, kicking off of the window sill and shedding off his jacket and boots. soon, he's collapsing onto your bed and waiting for you to join him, "think i get some cuddles for this grand gesture now."

"oh, do you, really?" you tease, yelping when he suddenly pulls you down to lay with him, laughing as his fingers tickle your sides.

"some cuddles and some more?" he says with a wink, making you roll your eyes.

"shut up."

protective ! biker bf . . . who makes it very obvious you're taken. he's got you two matching jewelry, you're his lockscreen and homescreen, he's your lockscreen (he let you have your homescreen be whatever you wanted it to be...the lockscreen is what mattesr most anyway because that's the one that everyone sees), he's got a bracelet on his wrist with your name spelt out in childish beads, he's got a necklace with a heart locket that has a picture of you two, he has your name tattooed- just kidding, he doesn't...but keep an eye on him because he's been genuinely thinking of getting one.

"baby, you're not wearing it," your supposedly tough boyfriend whines as you're both about to leave, "wear it!" he childishly whines again.

he's talking about his letterman jacket that he got custom made with his last name on the back and the emblem of his biker gang on the back.

it's not a serious group - in the sense they go around causing purposeful trouble, but still he wanted to have some sort of physical proof to show that it was a sentimental thing for him. he never let anyone else wear it, but you and him too.

"i have my own jacket..."

you just killed him. he's writhing on the floor in immense pain as he clutches his chest and cries out for mercy. his dramatic tantrum won't be held over until that jacket is around your shoulders, so you better just put it on to make him shut up.

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his lockscreen is a photo of you hugging him from behind while he has his helmet on. your kissing the top of the hard shell, a smile on your lips and a masked one on his. it's a selfie, so you're looking right at the camera with a crinkle in your eyes from your wide smile.

his homescreen is a photo of you and him resting in bed. he doesn't have his shirt on so your head is just resting on his bare chest. and you're sleepy, completely unaware of the photo he's taking of you. he's sleepily grinning ear to ear as he looks down at you though, so enamored by how cute you are. if you squint, you can see the initials of your name inked into his collarbone - which is only a couple inches away from where your head is resting.

protective ! biker bf . . . who uses his easily intimidating stance to scare off anyone that comes up to you two. in any situation, he's standing very close by and very ready to bite at anyone that gets too close (metaphorically, of course...).

the tent restaurant you were sitting in had to be one of your favorites. they served the best food, were run by a cute old lady, and had a good crowd surrounding you two. his leather jacket was thrown over your shoulders to keep you warm, since air did keep coming into the place, and he was sat right across from you.

the plastic table had all types of food scattered everywhere and his eyes practically had stars in them.

"which one do you want, babe?" he said, already getting ready to give you a big portion of the food that you both ordered.

you told him which one with a grateful smile, kissing his hand quickly as he was reaching out for some of the delicious food to plate for you. he blushed profusely, cursing you for being so "adorable" and flustering him so much for no reason.

"i just have the best boy-"

"sorry, excuse me, but you dropped your napkin," a stranger passing by said, bending over and picking up the cloth that had fallen from your lap and onto the ground.

you took it from the man's hold, ignoring the way your fingers brushed against his, and politely thanked him.

"thank-"

"here, don't use that one now since it's dirty, babe," lucian says quickly, grabbing it from your hand before you can return it to its previous position. instead, he hands you his and gently smiles, "use mine,"

"what? no, you don't have to," you scold, looking at him with a warning look. you would be fine with your own napkin anyway, plus you didn't want him to eat without one.

the stranger looked at the exchange with a sheepish smile, then directed his next words to you, "if you would like, i could get you another one from a staff member?"

"that would be gr-"

"we don't need your help, man, just scram already," lucian sighs, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. as if he was incredibly stressed with the newcomer.

you kicked him under the table, which he winced and pouted at.

"uhm, don't mind him. and it's alright, i can flag down a waitress so you don't have to worry about it." you said with a kind smile, hoping the guy would take the hint and leave. you knew why lucian was acting up and you would rather not colorfully scold him in front of a stranger.

"if you insist," he kindly returns the smile before taking his leave, scattering away when he notices your boyfriend glaring at him through his hand that was covering his face.

immediately, you reach over and pinch lucian's cheek and tug hard, "are you serious? you fucking man-baby,"

"i'm sorrryyy," he drawls out, the tone of his voice shaking as you tug and wiggle his cheek in contempt.

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in conclusion, he's a big dramatic sweetheart when it comes to you and also always really flirty and playful. unless has something to say, or exsists too close to you two, then he becomes a grade-A asshole and finds a way to make that person's interaction with you severely uncomfortable and awkward.

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Seamus Finnegan 💛

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Milo(Lucian) X Reader: I see red

Watched Morbius and of course i went and fell for the villan

Warnings: Smut, blowjob, handjob, dirty talk, cum eating, face fucking, blood drinking(he is a vampire), insecurity.

Word Count: 2,1K

You’d always loved Milo. Even though you knew you didn’t have forever with him your heart couldn’t help but fall for the man. Milo hadn’t been handed the best cards, he wasn’t a lucky man but at least he had Morbius. Well he used to have Morbius. As the years had passed Milo and Morbius had grown apart. They were still good friends and Milo knew he could count on Morbius for anything but the more the doctor stayed at the lab the farther away it seemed their meetings would be. Milo blamed Martine for the distance. He wasn’t entirely wrong. The two doctors seemed to be growing more and more intimate as the days passed. You wondered if Martine had told Morbius about how she felt. It wasn't an easy task, you knew that all too well. 

Milo didn’t know about your love for him. You'd never talked to him about how you felt. There was never a good time for that type of conversation. When he wasn’t busy handling something for Morbius he was stuck in bed due to his sickness. Besides you weren’t certain he’d believe you anyway. Milo had this idea, a really stupid one, that he wasn’t attractive. Girls didn’t usually hit on him when he went out and he’d somehow linked that to his appearance.

“No one wants to be with a sick man.”

He’d blurted that out one night on your walk. You’d almost told him how you felt but the nerves had gotten the best of you. You didn't want him to think you pitied him because you didn't. You loved him like this and you’d love him even if he was different. Not that you’d ever expect him to change. Not in a drastic way anyway. 

You made your way through the hall going towards the kitchen. You placed the bags from the market on the counter as you called out Milo's name.

“They didn’t have burger patties so I had to settle for ground beef. Okay?”

No answer. You frowned at the silence, your eyes scanning the room for signs that Milo was home. Your gaze fell onto his cane on the floor. Milo couldn’t leave the house without his cane which meant he was here. But where exactly was he? 

You heard a thumping sound above you, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. The sound was coming from Milo's room. You walked over to the elevator pushing the button to the second floor.  You tapped your foot against the metal floor, fingers moving on your thighs as you waited for the doors to open. The second they did the sound of music became louder. You moved towards Milos' room knocking at the door before entering. Light streamed into the bedroom from the closet. What in the world was he doing? 

“Milo what’s with the….”

Your body froze at the closet door, eyes widening at the sight before you. You watched Milo dance around with his eyes closed. Your eyes scanned his body, curiosity filling your mind as you realized the way Milo looked. He looked healthy. Truly healthy. Not “on a good day” sort of healthy. Running a marathon kind of healthy. Where did all those muscles come from? 

Milo opened his eyes to look at himself in the mirror but instead his gaze fell on your reflection. Your mouth was slightly parted and there was this unusual look in your eyes. He felt an urge to cover his body, his subconscious telling him to hide himself from you. But then he caught the way your eyes moved over his body. You liked it. You liked the way he looked. The moment he realized that his chest puffed up drawing more attention to his chiseled body and causing your breath to speed up. Milo called out your name, moving slowly towards you. You watched him make his way to you with ease.

“Milo your leg.”

“Neat isn't it?”

He gave a small spin stopping a few steps away from you. Your eyes raked over his body, stopping on the smirk on his face.

“What’s wrong darling? Don’t like my new look?”

“I always liked the way you look.”

The words tumbled out of your lips before you could stop them causing you to place a hand over your mouth as Milo’s eyebrows quirked up.

“Is that so?”

The truth is Milo had always felt something for you but he never acted on it. He never thought you saw him as anything other than the sick teeanger you’d met years ago. But now, watching the way your breath sped up the closer he got to you and the way your tongue peaked out to wet your lips every once in a while, he could tell he’d been wrong. 

“How is this possible? I mean how did you-”

“Shh darling.”

Milo placed a hand on your cheek moving some stray hairs behind your years. 

“How doesn't matter now. The “what”  is far more important?”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven't felt this strong…well…ever. So I'm curious as to what I can do. If you know what I mean.”

You swallowed dry as Milo leaned his face closer to you, his lips almost touching yours.

“And I was wondering….”

“Yeah?”

“If you wanted to help me find out?”

“Fuck yes.”

You wrapped your arms around Milos neck pulling him down into a passionate kiss. His hands snaked down your body settling on your ass with a harsh squeeze. You groaned into his mouth, your legs moving up to wrap themselves around Milos waist. He tugged you up with ease. Your hips brushed against his hard on causing him to let out a moan. 

“Where do you want me to fuck you darling here or in my bed?”

“Bed please.”

“Such a polite thing ei?”

Milo kicked open the doors making his way to his bed. You let out a small gasp when he threw you on the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly.  You pushed yourself onto your elbows watching as Milo moved to unbuckle his pants.

“Let me.”

The man glanced down at you with a grin which you returned. You shuffled yourself to the edge of the bed accepting Milos extended hand. Once you’d gotten to your feet you moved out of the way forcing Milo to turn around and take your place. He followed your directions, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and spreading his legs slightly. You got on your knees before him, your hands working on his belt. You reached into his pants cupping his dick in your hand for a moment before pulling down his underwear. His dick sprung up and you drooled at the sight. Milos slender frame had given you the impression he would have a slim cock but you had been wrong. His dick was thick and long. You glanced up at Milo being greeted with a worried look. 

“Milo, I can't believe you’ve been hiding this beauty from me.”

“You like it? It’s not too-uh-small or anything.”

You let out a laugh. Bless this man.

“It’s perfect.”

Before Milo could retaliate you wrapped your mouth around his dick. Milo’s hands went straight to your head gripping your hair to ground himself. 

“Ah fuck-ugh-good fucking girl…shit.”

“That good huh?”

“Don’t know how long I've wanted you darling.”

“Yeah? Should have told me. I’ve been touching myself to the thought of you for the past four years.”

“Good lord-ugh!”

You opened your mouth as much as you could, taking Milos dick as deep as possible as you told your tongue around his shaft.

“I wanted to-uhm-fuck you at that-fuck-stupid benefit party.”

You’d never taken Milo for a talker during sex but you didn't mind it. You hummed around his dick signalling to him you were listening and causing him to buck his hips.

“You wore that fucking black dress…ah ugh…could see every fucking curve.”

You remembered the dress he was talking about.  You still had it in your closet. You’d have to remember to wear it again. You removed your lips from Milos dick replacing them with your hands.

“If you’d told me I would have let you. There was a wonderful little counter in the bathroom we could have used.”

“Dirty girl.”

“Like you’re any better.”

“Oh you have no idea.”

There was a sombre tone in Milo's voice but you chose to ignore it. Your hands moved faster against Milos dick making him moans grow louder. You could tell he was close to cumming so you decided to take him in your mouth once again. After one particular suck Milo called out your name and you felt his seed spilling down your throat. You removed your lips from his dick swallowing before sticking your tongue out proudly to show Milo what you did.

“You’re going to be the death of me darling.” 

He wiped the spit from the corner of your mouth before leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“You turn, pretty girl.”

You and Milo had been going at it for hours. His stamina seemed to be everlasting. Your hands latch onto Milos back as he thrusts into you, his arms caging you beneath his body. He's going at a brutal speed, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body prepares for another orgasm. You are so close but before you reach your high Milos thrusts start to sputter. You open your eyes to look at him expecting him to look at you with a teasing grin or a cocky smirk but he doesn’t. In fact his eyes don’t meet yours.

“Milo?”

“Shit…i”

“What is it?”

“Darling i…fuck not now.”

“Milo what is it? Talk to me.”

Milo raises his head to look at you and you're startled by the way he looks. The healthy glow he’s had up until now is completely gone. He looks like he usually does: pale and tired.You can feel Milos leg shaking next to yours. 

“I need i…”

“Tell me. Lucian, tell me what you need dear.”

“Blood.”

“What?”

“I need blood.”

You thought you’d heard him wrong but the way his face twisted when he repeated the word shows you you’d understood correctly. You should have freaked out. That would have been the correct response. But when it came to Milo you never seemed to have a clear head. Milo's leg gave out beneath him causing his body to fall into you, his lips touching your neck. You felt him open his mouth, his tongue lapping over your vein before closing it abruptly

“No. Not her.”

“Lucian…”

“It’s okay, I would never hurt you.”

“I know.”

You stayed silent for a movement trying to make up your mind.

“Take mine.”

“What?”

“My blood. Take my blood.”

Milo's body begged him to listen to you but his mind stopped him from taking action. If he lost control he’d suck you dry and he couldn’t deal with that risk. Not when you meant so much to him.

“I’m not in control i could hurt-

“No you won’t. You never would.”

Milo raised his head to look into your eyes seeing the certainty in them. You trusted him. You truly did.

“Take what you need. It’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Milo hesitated for a moment before leaning down so that his mouth was on your neck. He could hear your heart beating and could feel every twinge of your muscles. Your perfume was strong against his nostrils but the smell went away as soon as his teeth pierced into your skin. You let out a yelp, your nails latching onto Milo’s back as he sucked your neck. You could feel the blood leaving your body, the feeling making you dizzy. 

Your blood was the best thing Milo had tasted in his entire life. It tasted exactly like he imagined you would: sweet and silky. He lost himself in the pleasure, his hips rutting against you as his strength returned to him. You called out his name forcing him to detach himself from your neck. This time when your eyes fell onto his face the healthy glow was present once again. Your neck felt tender and your body had gone slightly limp but you forgot all about it once Milo started thrusting against you at a brutal pace once more. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You came with a shout of Milo's name. He followed short after, spilling his seed into your cunt.

You knew something wasn’t right, normal people don’t drink blood and get strong. But that was a problem for later. Right now you had to focus on getting your body to come back to earth.

[the-fiction-witch]

Mr Crown P2

Media - Morbius Character - Lucien Crown Couple - Lucien Milo X OC Reader - (OC) Anastasia Morton (Assistant) Rating - Sexy Af Word Count - 2106

The day passed slowly for Lucien, waking up and having his medication doing a few small tasks here and there, his excitement for the gala building gradually as the hours ticked by. He spent the afternoon in a flurry of prep for the event, his mind occasionally wandering to thoughts of Anastasia and wondering what she would look like all dolled up for the event.

He made sure to freshen up and dress in his most expensive black suit and red silk shirt, eagerly awaiting her arrival at seven.

As he had his second to last medicine for the evening, he tried a few times to get his tie right but it just wouldn't work, in the end, his butler did it even if he didn't do it quite right either, 

Lucien looked in the mirror, assessing his appearance. The suit hung off his now slender frame, emphasizing his weakened state. He took a deep breath, feeling a pang of frustration at having to rely on a cane, but he knew he had no other choice. He turned to the butler standing behind him, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Is this the best you can do with my tie?"

"My apologies Mr Crown," The man nodded, 

He let out a heavy sigh. "No matter. It'll have to suffice for now. Where is she anyway? She should have arrived by now."

"In the garage waiting, sir."

Lucien raised an eyebrow. His curiosity piqued, and he gave one last glance at himself in the mirror before making his way to the garage and towards where Anastasia was waiting. He hobbled down using his cane to make his way down to the garage filled with his many luxury cars, and he stopped short at the sight, the black Bentley sat freshly cleaned and polished practically sparkling, and in front of it stood Anastasia,

She wore strap red designer heels, her hair up Glamour's curls, her make-up impeccable, silver necklace of roses around her neck with a matching bracelet, a silver and rose handbag over her shoulder and her dress… Her gown was a floor length off shoulder silk dress with a high slit that looked as if it had been made to measure to accentuate every single Inch of her a matching red to his own shirt,

"I am acceptable Mr crown?"

Lucien's mouth went dry as he laid eyes on her. The sight of her in the stunning red dress, coupled with her flawless makeup and hair, left him speechless. He stood there for a moment, taking in her appearance, his gaze roaming over her curves and the way the dress seemed to hug her body in all the right places. "Acceptable? No, no, my dear." He paused, his voice slightly hoarse, his eyes unable to look away from her. "You are downright sensational." He took a few steps closer, his cane clicking against the floor, his eyes drinking in her figure. He wanted to reach out and touch her, to run his hands over the silky fabric, to feel her body beneath it. But restraint won out, and instead, he stopped just a few feet away from her, his gaze locked on her face and then roaming down until he was shamelessly admiring her body. His tone held a hint of approval and desire as he spoke again. "You look like a dream, Anastasia."

"Thank you," she smiled, "As strong as always but extra handsome today," she complimented him, "Come here" She immediately took his tie off and fixed it herself,

Lucien chuckled softly as she fixed his tie, Her proximity to him brought her scent to his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her rose perfume and the closeness of her body. As she adjusted his tie, he couldn't help but appreciate her attentiveness. "Always making me presentable, are you? I'd be lost without you to fix my tie."

"I think without me, you'd have invested far more in clip ones," she chuckled, 

He chuckled in response, knowing damn well her words were true. He knew he was hopeless with ties. "You're probably right. I'd be spending a fortune on clip ones."

"Shall we?" She asked glancing at the Bentley's back door,

"Of course. Lead the way, my dear."

She opened the back door and helped him inside before climbing in herself and shutting the door behind them, she nodded to the driver who started the Bentley and began to drive as soon as they were outside Lucien’s garages the driver rolled up the partition, 

Lucien settled into the back seat, as the partition went up, shutting them off from the driver, a strange sense of intimacy enveloped them in the back seat. The world outside was forgotten as they were alone together in the luxury of the Bentley, the hum of the engine surrounding them. He glanced over at her, taking in her beauty once again. He couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity in comparison to her elegance. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, a sigh escaping his lips.

she noticed his hand and gave his hair a slight adjustment making his thinning from his sickness less noticeable, 

Lucien's breath caught in his throat as she adjusted his hair, a flutter of vulnerability running through him as she touched him so gently. It served as a stark reminder of his illness, the reason for his weakened state. He looked into her eyes, his expression carrying a mixture of gratitude and insecurity. He was grateful for her presence, her support, but at the same time, he felt ashamed of his weakness and how she must see him, he didn’t want her to see him like that, like this.

She coughed breaking the silence moving from his eyes, "so, which side did you want me on?"

Lucien blinked, snapping out of his thoughts at her question. He considered it for a moment, his gaze roaming over her figure, his mind warring with itself. A part of him wanted to have her seated next to him so he could be closer to her, feel her warmth beside him. But at the same time, he was hesitant, thinking of how it would look, him with a stunning young woman on his arm while he looked weak and ill. After a moment, he let out a soft sigh. "Next to me."

She rolled her eyes a little playfully "Yes Lucien, however it's not a very good look for press or fellow business people to see us climb out the car a debate what arm I need to hold. I don't want to cause you any more trouble," she said glancing to his cane, "So whatever makes it easier,"

Lucien chuckled softly at her playful eye roll. She had a point. He didn't want to seem even weaker than he already appeared. He sighed, his hand involuntarily gripping the cane tighter. "You're right, as always. It would look quite strange to see us debating over what arm you should hold." He grumbled slightly, a hint of irritation in his voice at the idea of his illness being on display. But then he looked at her, her beauty offering some consolation. “My right, hand without my cane.” 

“Perfect,” she agreed,

"You’ll sit next to me?"

"My seat is next to yours at the gala I'll be next to you."

Lucien nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. It was a suitable compromise he supposed. The thought of having her by his side the whole evening offered him some comfort. "Good. I want you nearby. I'm certain you'll be the most gorgeous one there, anyway… Thank you, for coming with me."

"not a problem, a gala is a gala, a business can be done anytime, the most important thing is looking after you," she smiled briefly resting her hand on his,

A soft, almost imperceptible shiver ran through Lucien's body as she rested her hand on his. It was such a gentle, yet powerful gesture. He appreciated her concern for him, and her desire to take care of him. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice slightly hoarse, his hand subconsciously turning to intertwine his fingers with hers. "But you also mustn't neglect your well-being. I want you to enjoy yourself tonight as well."

"I'll do my best, try not to be so... Business."

Lucien chuckled at her comment, amused at her suggestion. "Me? Not be so business? That's a rather tall order, my dear." He gave her hand a slight squeeze, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "But I'll try to remember how to socialize without discussing stocks and investment portfolios. You have my word." He chuckled again, the sound weak but genuine.

She chuckled as she glanced out the blacked-out windows seeing they were almost there lining up for the drop off as all galas are, about ten minutes before they'd be greeted by guests and press so it was final checks,

Lucien fussed over his appearance, ensuring his tie was straight and his hair was presentable. He adjusted his suit, trying to hide his weakness, the way his once muscular frame had diminished. 

Anastasia noticed his fussing as she always did, she did feel a bit of pity knowing how much he hated how his illness made him appear to people, she wanted to cheer him up, and help him go to this gala feeling confident and happy. And she had a wicked little idea. 

He turned to her, but then his gaze caught hers as she smiled at him in a rather wicked way. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "And what might you be smiling at so mischievously, Miss Morton?"

She softly took his hand again, leaning a little closer to him.

Lucien looked down at her hand wrapping around his, her touch gentle. He felt a mixture of comfort and vulnerability at the intimate contact. He laced his fingers with hers, his grip slightly weak but firm nonetheless. He looked into her eyes, a soft, vulnerable expression on his face. "You have a devilish glint in your gaze, my dear. I feel like you're up to no good."

She didn't answer she just shrugged and simply closed the gap and let her lips meet his, 

Lucien's breath hitched as she closed the gap between them and their lips met. The moment her lips touched his, a surge of desire and need coursed through him. He responded to the kiss immediately, his hand on hers trembling slightly as he leaned into the kiss, deepening it. 

She kissed back resting her hand on his jaw and bringing him closer as the kiss became heavier,

He broke the kiss momentarily, his breathing ragged and heavy, his forehead resting against hers. "Anastasia..." he murmured her name, his voice thick with need. But he quickly returned to her lips letting his tongue slip into her mouth which she happily encouraged, 

She moved his hand intertwined with hers and let him touch her silk dress running up her waist and pressing his hand onto the top of her dress his hand cupping her breast through the silk, 

Lucien's breath caught in his throat as she guided his hand, He pressed his hand against the silk, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin beneath, the contrast between the smoothness of the material and the contour of her body fueling his desire further. "Anastasia..." he murmured her name, his voice a little rougher than before, He let out a soft moan, his hand on her dress shifting slightly, pulling her closer to him. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the taste of her lips on his, the feel of her body against him, and the fire that burned deep within his core.

Lucien was lost in the kiss, his mind and body consumed by her. He had to fight back the primal urge to pull her onto his lap and have her right then and there. Instead, he let his hands explore her body, keeping the one she guided on her breast fondling and squeezing her as they kissed, the other running up her through the slit in her dress slipping under the dress to touch the warm skin of her thighs.

They kissed rather heavily in the back seat for what felt like hours, touching each other through their clothes and moaning against each other’s lips, 

Finally she pulled away and gave his forehead a kiss, "Have fun tonight Lucien. And if you need my help, you ask for it." she reminds him just as the door opened and she climbed out into the galas red carpet,

He took a moment to regain his mind before he shook himself straight grabbing his cane and climbing out too, 

[angelfandomfan]

note: I think i will start writting maybe a little thing Warnings: Bad english (because i'm french and it's my first time writting a story IN ENGLISH), blood, maybe death, kidnapping mention yay, weak ALSO, IF SOMEONE WANT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING ELSE- ASK MEH

Yandere!hunter X monster reader -----------------------------------------------

It is a story about a big scary monster that lived in the woods, a monster that had three eyes and wings that looked like demon's wings, the monster eats children! Says the old woman, some peoples belived for this story; and you did. Before being turned into one.. Before, you were a beautiful lady, with a lot of ease in your life, you had enough money to live easily, you were kind to everyone.. helped everyone.. before knowing that they were just using you- Just because THEY were lazy, the day you turned into a monster is when you helped an old lady and you suspected her to be a witch because of course she was showing some clues and when you hold here hand to help her, you got an huge pain and you just turned into a monster, so you just ran into a forest. And now that peoples saw YOU in your monster form, they were scared, so scared that now they engaged a hunter to kill you! TO KILL YOU! SERIOUSLY!! The so called hunter, you heard from eavesdropping was called Lucian, and he was now tracking you in the woods, you had before a lot of hunters that tried to kill you but they all died because of their own traps or because you pushed them on a trap because you were doing self defence, and people just won't understand! You had to suffer because of THEM, OF. SIMPLE. VILLAGERS.

You really were angry at them, but you couldn't do anything because YOU are the so called monster, but why, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SUFFER?, YOU DID NOTHING WRONG. So, to calm yourself you decided to go toward a lake and to drink in it, but why? Because now that you turned into a "monster" you could now drink water directly from the lake, and also because you were a part deer, that crazy right? you had antlers. FUCKING. ANTLERS.

At first you were scared, to find out that you had antlers, but now.. not really like you got used to it. So now let talk about Lucian Lucian, is a tall, muscular guy and he's also a serious person, you also tried to stalk him a little but you don't know how but he always manage to find you, but you always run away before he could do anything. Lucian, him was dumbfounded (or dump, idk) the first moment he saw you, oh gosh you were so beautiful, a beautiful skin and eyes, oh gosh he just want you.. to possess you.. just for him. He doesn't care that the villagers will be mad at him, he just want you.

The first time he met you, he was walking through the woods to hunt you with his crossbow and when he saw a sort of deer on two legs he aimed it and then shot, but then the moment he shot he saw your visage, your beautiful face. Oh gosh he was so sorry that he hurted you with an arrow of his crossbow, if he knew and saw your face before shooting, you wouldn't been hurt.

YOU WOULDN'T BEEN HURT.

YOU WOULDN'T BEEN HURT.

YOU WOULDN'T BEEN HURT.

YOU WOULDN'T BEEN HURT.

YOU WOULDN'T BEEN HURT.

YOU WOULDN'T BEEN HURT.

And he kept saying this to his mind until he finally stops, you were bleeding because of him.

And so Lucian kept stalking you, over and over just to know more about you. He was scared to scare you if he tried to talk to you, so he was just stalking you, and he liked when YOU were stalking him, oh gosh it was so cute. And he decided to give you food everydays, again and again, until you finally start eating the food he was giving you, on a plate, and little by little he was getting closer to you, before he was 15 metters from you, then 10, then 5 then 2, then 1. Oh gosh, he really liked to be SO close from you, and that you didn't run away, little did you know that he was feeding you something that was making you weaker every days you were eating the food, you were feeling weak, and Lucian just told you that you were maybe not digesting at all because you didn't eating this food long time ago. But that in reality, Lucian was making you weak only to be able to kidnap you with you that won't be able to escape. So he did this, the day where you were finally extremelly weak, he picked you up and started walking away with you, oh gosh you were going to be with him forever. "You will never be able to escape me, my little deer~"

[nerdieforpedro]

What I want from you

Lucian Flores x plus size female reader

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 430

Summary: Lucian has wanted many things from you over the years, can he have any of them?

Warnings: Infidelity, angst, unprotected P in V, that gold chain, riding, soft Lucian? (Did I make this scamp soft? What am I doing?)

Notes: Felt I should add something to the Lucian Flores fanfic pile. I was going for more smut but it didn’t quite go there. I like the pensive mood of it. ☺️ Didn’t beta it so all mistakes are mine.

Special note: I edited this with a Masterlist for the mini-series and did a new graphic for it. 🥸

Main Masterlist / Lucian Flores Masterlist/ What we’ve both wanted Masterlist

His feet took him to you each time but you placed different people between the two of you. It’s been a year since he’s been inside your home, having you pressed up against your headboard while your husband was away on some financial conference again. He normally left you at home, desperate for affection. He remembered bracing you with one arm wedged across your belly, between your heavy breasts. The marks on your back were a mix of your own stretched skin and both from his hands pressing into your body. Your bodies writhing together in heated movements as he called your name and you moaned his. After, he’d request you lay across him, thick leg draped over him, hand on his chest, lips to his neck. He knew he could stay overnight, that your husband wouldn’t be home, but it wasn’t his house. He would have one like this for you one day. As long as he got his break soon.

A short rest was all the two of you needed and you’d have his chain in your mouth straddling him before sinking down on his length. Watching you press your full weight on him, cupping his face with your thumbs opening his mouth to hear him pant for you. Never would he allow another woman’s hands in his mouth or have hers on his gold chain.

Lucian had been willing to give it to you long before that man placed a ring on your finger. He hadn’t been stable then, his films just barely broke even. He couldn’t achieve his vision, not yet. He wanted to do it with you, always encouraging him, telling him he could make it, people would want to see his work. With you, your voice could have taken you so far, but you settled for accounting - respectable but not you. Not as Lucian remembered you.

He stands at your door now, aware of your new address after your divorce with that man who tried to snuff out your light as he saw it. He would tell all the things he wanted to back them both before your marriage and during it. Make you understand, make a home with you.

Answering your door in a black cotton nightgown and meeting his gaze, he stood on your threshold waiting.

Would you let him in? Let him love you?

Is Lucian capable of it with you being unattached?

Ushering him inside and closing your front door, the two of you might decide to begin a path together if you can get back out of the bed.

Part Two

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[ctheathy]

Good Boy? More like ... Gutter Boy

Lucian Abbot x Reader

NSFW Oneshot

Author’s note: These fics have been chilling in my notes for months. Time to feed the horny folks <3

You went over by a close friend of yours and had a small talk over his self harming tendencies. A habit Lucian has struggled with for years. But the meeting turned out different than expected. He agreed, but at what cost?

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!

This is a smut fic, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Lucian • You touch his genitalia • Emotional dependency • Climax mentioned

You just stared in awe as the both of you came to an agreement on the topic that left him scarred for years to no end. You felt proud of your friend...

You let out a small chuckle, walking over towards Lucian while gently taking his cold hands into your own warm ones. Your eyes flickered, looking into his own blue ones as you gave his hands a small caress with your thumbs. “try not intentionally hurting yourself as much, okay...? For me?” you softly asked as you looked up at him, your eyes looking a little somber yet hopeful for the request. He froze when you held his hands. You were warmer than a hot cup of coffee, you were warmer than anything he had ever felt. The caress of your thumbs felt so good, he couldn't resist smiling softly.

“F-For you. I'll try not to hurt myself... that much.” He spoke in a shy tone, making your under eyelids rise in response to his reaction to the favour. You felt happier with the moment. “good boy” you said jokingly, booping his nose with your fingertip and letting out a sweet laugh. Your eyes seemed to be shimmering as soon as he agreed to it. But little did you know ... That such small words could have such a big impact on the other. Just the words “good boy” sent shivers down his spine. Your laugh was also extremely adorable, he loved every single thing about you, he wanted you to call him “good boy” once more.

“Call me ‘good boy’ one more time.” Lucian was getting desperate, but he wanted to hold it in. He couldn't ask you to say it for him, that was bad.

“Please.” He whispered to himself. You seemed a little surprised by the sudden request, but you weren't necessarily complaining either. You felt the urgent need to tease him a little. Your hand came in contact with his jawline, as you gently caressed over it with your fingers, your sharp nail teasing his soft skin. “aww~ does somebody like to be called a good boy~?” you chuckled as he was noticeably melting into your touch.

“you surely know what you're into, darling” you snickered as your eyes looked up to him. He shivered in response, he wanted to be teased more. He wanted to be teased by you and you alone. Your nails teasing his jawline was making him feel tingly, and he didn't hate it. He didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but moan a little. “Call me ‘good boy’ again, please, please, please”

A bit of heat noticeably rose to your cheeks by the fact that he was literally begging. But you quickly regained your composure, looking him dead in the eye “why, If you insist... you're such a good boy~” you had such a sly smirk, your thumb stroked in circles over his jawline, almost touching the crook of his mouth. You also used your other fingers to gently caress him under the chin, continuing to mercilessly tease him. Lucian bit his lip in an attempt to stop another moan from escaping. He needed you, he needed you in his life. You were making him feel more loved than anyone he had ever seen. He was trying so hard to cover up his blushing, failing and giving in to begging to be treated like a dog, his legs shaking just slightly. “Oh god, more. I- er, more... please.” He begs in a quiet voice. He looks so desperate ...

Your free hand went over to his locks as you brushed some of his messy hairs out of his face. “oh my. Is affection truly such a foreign concept to mister~?“ you spoke with yet another chuckle, but there was also a hint of genuineness in your words. Your fingernails caressed over his scalp gently, massaging it a little bit. Which only resulted in him letting out a high-pitched moan.

He was so, so, SO weak. Never in his life had he felt so loved by someone, and he was too afraid to lose you. “P-Please... more...” He begged quietly, sounding very desperate. All he wanted was to be comforted by you, he was scared, scared to be hurt again. You were his only lifeline, he needed you to give all this attention to him. It's like he was starving for affection that he never really had.

Your hand that was caressing his jaw slowly went over to his neck, as you gently stroked it with your hand. You just let out a snicker. This was cute. You were basically just petting him as this point, your fingertips and nails caressing him all over his scalp, as you stood on your tippy toes to add on height and reach the rest of his locks. He shivered as your nails hit his neck. He couldn't bear how soft your touch was. You were making him melt with everything you did. He gave off the biggest moan in response, his body leaning into you. He was so incredibly weak, all he wanted to was be your dog, to be your good boy, your pet, your... whatever.

“Oh dear, you look like you're going to collapse” you just pulled him into your chest, your hands all over him. His back... his arms... his shoulders... his scalp... his hair... It was so overwhelming. His moans only got louder and louder, he was absolutely melting the second your hands touched his body. “Oh god... more... PLEASE.” Now this is someone who's addicted to affection.

Lucian wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck and giving you a small bite, which you didn't give much of a reaction to. You just continued to stroke and caress his back with your gentle fingertips. You turned your head and whispered something in his ear “mister... allow me to show you a real bite~” your teeth met his ear. Not harshly, but you rather soft nibbling, which only added onto his sensation. He shivered heavily from your nibble. Lucian was almost speechless, he liked the attention and affection you were giving him, and wanted more. He was starting to forget about his past and was getting lost in this moment, this moment with you.

You... you were so good to him.

He turned his head to look at your eyes, your hair getting messy and your face turning as bright red as it could be. “Oh... oh my god...” He says in a trembling voice. “more.” he practically demanded.

“hmm~? More you say?” you sneakily spoke back with an endearing giggle leaving your throat. Without warning, you pinned him to the bed you both were sitting on, leaving him to get the air knocked out of him. He looked directly into those gorgeous eyes of yours and yet... there was a clear hint of sadism in them and for some reason , this only excited his nasty mind even further. “I'm gonna need you to elaborate, my sweet, sweet boy” you spoke in a fake sweet tone.

You were so angelic ... The devil in disguise. He felt so weak right now, but he wasn't going to complain. He needed this, he wanted to be tortured by you, he loved being weak for you.

“Please... please ruin me. I'm all yours.”

“Call me your pet. I want to be your pet.”

“Treat me like a dog... please...”

You looked up curiously. “like a dog, you say?” you stroked him from his forehead into his locks. “you surely know how to work your way into a person's heart, puppy~” you let out a soft chuckle, your fingers stoking over his scalp once more. Your free hand went over towards his neck, as you also caressed your hand over it back and forth. He starts to shake a lot more now due to your words. He's starting to melt. He needed this affection. He needed your hands everywhere. He needed you to love him. There was no hesitation in the feeling.

With every caress he just got more riled up, he wanted more. “P-Please... more... p-please.” He studders, biting his lip once again. You gave him an immediate peck on the cheek before circling around him like some sort of predator with a prey. “My my. Why do you have to be so cute, Lucy~?” you spoke with a little pout, before stopping as you stood behind him, putting your hands on his shoulders. You were so... so close ... he swore he could feel your warm breath against his neck. He was blushing intensely now. All of this was making his emotions go wild, he wasn't this emotional before when he was a bad person, but he can't help that he needs you. He needs your affection, he wants your attention and that's all he wants in the universe. He was already addicted to this feeling, and you're not doing anything to stop that. He needed to be touched everywhere by you, he loved every single moment of your touch.

Your touch was what he lived for in his miserable life.

Without warning, your teeth met his skin once again, his neck this time. You made sure not to hurt him and instead just gently sucked at it, leaving him to shiver with delight as he could feel the heat of your mouth on him along with probably saliva. Your hands were caressing circles on his back, making it even worse. He gave out another moan in response, more lustful. He didn't mind it, what did you expect? You're touching him in ways he's never been touched before. He felt so much love and excitement from you in this moment, no doubt that you wanted more from him as well. He was so attracted to you, and you were so attracted to him. It was quite obvious.

His hips were moving on their own, he was trying to push against your head, he was in heat ...

You added a little bit more teeth, along with the touch of your warm tongue on his neck, but still making sure to not put too much force. He could feel a smirk starting to reappear on your features, making his shudder yet again. Your nails dug into his back in a soft yet teasing manner. It was clear you didn't actually want to hurt, hurt him though. He started to shiver ...really heavily when you dug into his back a little. He felt every single point of your touch, every single inch. His brain was running in circles, he was feeling so many emotions right now and his body was responding to it. He was moving on his own now, his hips grinding up against you, trying to show you that you have full control of him, that you can do whatever you want to him.

He looked back at you with his pleading blue eyes, his body telling you to take him already. He was still grinding on you, he was still shaking a lot due to his feelings, especially now that you were teasing him. You were playing him like a fiddle and he loved it so much. His movements got a bit quicker, he wanted you, he wanted you and only you. You were everything to him right now.

You just let out a snicker at his attempts to grind himself against you before putting your chin on his shoulder. “oh my. What is that, Lucy~?“ you before your hand went over and massaged his neck, your thumb and fingernail stroking over it. “If you wanted to go further, all you had to do was ask” you giggled, turning your head a little so you could look him in the eye. Your hand went down, teasing his sensitive areas but refusing to lay a finger on it for now.

He started moving even crazier now. You were right next to his private area. He was still extremely frustrated, he just wanted it now. But your teasing was making him so much more excited, your hand stroking his neck was driving him crazy. He let out one last moan and said:

“Please... please ...just take me.” He looked into your eyes and his face turned red once again, he really meant every single word. He was begging you like a dog in heat to finally take him. And you didn’t mind it one bit “anything with pleasure for my good boy~” your hand began slow, gently caressing him right on the spot, just doing the bare minimum to see his reaction. Your free hand just continued to stroke his neck with your fingernails, knowing it would mess his hormones up. You stuck out your tongue a little for the extra attention, letting out a chuckle. He gasped when you finally touched his genitals. He felt like there were a billion butterflies in his stomach, he was so excited. He felt so much pleasure, he got completely swept off his feet by it. His hips were grinding on your hand, he wanted you to touch him more. He had that stupid look he always had. Just pure lust that made him feel alive. He had that soft voice of his again, he just couldn't control himself, he was losing control of his body.

Without warning, you just started using your entire hand all at once, making him moan and curse out at the sudden sensation, as it left him trembling. His knees were buckling, but there was no way in hell you were letting go of him now. You were rubbing a bit more harshly right now, making it almost too sensitive for him to bear. But you knew he liked it. For the cherry on top, you just decided to nibble on his ear again, using some more of your sharp teeth this time, yet being extra gentle. He let out a high-pitched moan once more when you used your hand on him. His breath was shaky and he already looked completely destroyed, he had a stupid smile on his face. His body was trembling and twitching, he was clearly feeling a lot of pleasure. And he only let out another moan when you nicked his ear with your sharp teeth, he let out a moan that turned into a scream of pure bliss with tears pouring down his face due to the high amount of sensation.

You just gave him a tiny squeeze with your hand. Instead of being aggressive, you gently massaged it with your palm, not being too rough with him after seeing those tears. “just keep breathing Lucy... you're doing great” you kindly whispered in his ear, giving him a comforting smile. He felt everything, every single thing you did made him moan. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in another world of pleasure, even at some points you thought he was going to pass out.

He didn't stop shaking and his breath was very shaky, he sounded out of breath, yet he was still crying. His tears kept falling and he was begging you to keep going, to not stop. He needed you so much, he was nothing without you. And you just did as requested, but tried being as gentle with him as you could. Your fingertips were digging a little into his private areas, along with you continuing to rub it in a pleasant manner. You just booped your nose into the crook of his neck, nuzzling it a little as a giggle could be heard from you. Your free hand went over to pet his head and caress his scalp, giving a sense of relief and comfort. You sped up your hand a little, knowing he'd most likely be close by the amount of noises he was making. You wanted to help him release this bottled up sensation His moans got louder and even worse with every touch. He was definitely close now, his heart was beating a million beats per second as he let out one last moan. He was breathing heavily and he was trying to see your face but he just had his eyes closed. He was so close but he wanted to please you.

He wanted to experience this feeling, he never wanted to experience it anywhere else but with you. He cried out your name, wanting you to hear him as his body was shaking. “shh... it'll be over soon, sweetheart” you silently spoke as you send him yet another gentle smile. You continued to massage and caress him from left to right, rubbing him off completely. You gave one last tiny squeeze, making him scream your name once more, he couldn't hold it in any longer. Lucian arched his back, thrusting into your hand a few times as he was panting like crazy. He could feel his eyes roll back as he threw his head back into your shoulder. His body trembled as he let out a large moan once more. Even after that one last squeeze, if he could go for longer, he definitely would. He was completely lost in this feeling, like there was no world outside of it. He was feeling so exhausted by the time he was done, but he was still just shaking with pleasure. He tried so hard to say your name once more, and he barely even managed to form a sentence.

You had him wrapped around your little finger.

He was yours.