#Luka Drabble

[trailblazethegalaxy]

Damaged ~ *Luka*

Summary: Luka doesn't mind being a cyborg, at least that's what he tells you. But his insecurities continue to pile up when you can't see until he finally lets it all out...

Pairing: Luka X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Drabble

Word Count: 944

Warning: Swearing & insecurities

Masterlist

"DAMN IT!" Your head whipped around to see Luka through his wrench across the room.

You sigh and shake your head. "Don't do that. You'll break something."

"It's already broken." He muttered, burying his head in his hand. His other arm was propped up on the table. It looked worse for wear but that was because he was always too hard on the machinery.

"Still..." You mumble to yourself before carefully walking over to see what the problem was. "Do you need my help?"

He looked up at you and gave you a small smile. "Please?"

You nod, returning his smile. "Of course. I'm always happy to help."

As Luka sat back in his chair to watch you work, you carefully assessed each gear and wiring mechanism in his arm. It was definitely in need of some major repair to the point it would be easier to build him another arm with all the upgrades he needs to be successful in the fighting cage.

You glance over at him and he sighs. "That bad?"

"What happened? You're always so careful."

He shook his head. "Just some bullies that wouldn't go down. That's all."

"That's not the full story." You shook your head and folded your arms over your chest. "Please, Luka. Tell me the truth. I can't fix this problem if I don't know the whole story."

Again, he sighs and looks away, vaguely surveying the workshop. "I went a couple rounds extra during training for the past few weeks. I just need to be on top of my game for the championship next weekend."

"Luka..."

"This is why I didn't want to tell you." He gives a small laugh. "You always give me that look and say my name in such a disappointing way."

"Well!" You scoff, exasperated. "What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to tell you you're right and you should tear up both arms as you fight? Because I can't do that Luka! I won't!"

He shook his head and you noticed his hand flex, almost reaching for yours. But he holds back. "No, I don't want you to do that either."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know."

His voice sounds so defeated you can't help but kneel in front of him, touching his knee. He looks into your eyes and you can see the unshed tears sparkle in his eyes. You sigh.

"Tell me what's wrong." You whisper, your thumb softly rubbing his knee. "I'm your friend, Luka. I want to help you when you need it. I want to be someone you can rely on. Please, let me in so I can help you."

"I don't want to be a burden."

You knew that. But hearing him say that made you flinch. He said it with such conviction and resolution. He believed whole-heartedly he was a burden. And you knew that simply was not true. Luka was never a burden, and nothing he could say or do would make you think otherwise.

"You're not." You shake your head. "I refuse to believe it. You are not a burden to me or anyone. You never have been and you never will be. End of story."

"But-"

"What part of “end of story” do you not understand?" You shoot back, an attempt at a playful smile dancing on your lips. "I'm serious, Luka! You are strong and kind-hearted and one of the best guys I know. You are an incredible asset to Wildfire and you are a hero to all of the children of the Belobog Underworld. How could anyone like that be a burden? No. You are one of the best people in this dank underworld. No one holds a candle to your upstanding character and I never, ever, ever want you to think you are a burden ever again."

A tear slid down Luka's cheek and you quickly swept it away. He chuckled as you did so. "Jeez, you got me crying like a child..."

"It's okay to cry." You assure him and glance at his mechanical arm. "It shows you're not all metal and wires. It proves there is still a heart in there, beating with love and kindness."

He chuckles before pulling you into a hug. "Thank you. Really. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere." You whisper into his hair. "I love you, Luka."

You can feel him freeze at your words and a drop of ice cold panic floods your veins. Perhaps you overstepped. Perhaps you said too much. You should take your words back, even though you meant them.

"I love you too. I love you so much, you have no idea."

You sighed, your body relaxing with relief. "I'm glad we both feel the same way."

"Me too."

After relishing the moment for a while longer, you finally step back and nod towards his still damaged mechanical arm. "We should really get to work on repairing this hunk of junk."

"Hey! It's not junk!" He defensively cradled the machinery. "It's special!"

"Says the man who was swearing at it and beating it earlier." You tease back.

"Touché." Luka laughs before holding out his hand. "How about we both work on this together? I don't think I can solve this problem on my own."

"Of course! We have to make sure you're not damaged for your championship fight next weekend." You nod and take his hand.

He shakes his head. "Not damaged. Never damaged. Just in need of healing."

"Well then, let me help heal you."

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 6 — BLOW JOB/DEEPTHROATING

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — welt, luka, sunday

— warnings. — fem! reader, oral (male! receiving), real messy

⚝ — WELT

the moment you flex your tight throat around welt's tip— ah fuck, he swears he sees stars collide in his eyes, bubbles explode in his stomach and veins catching the fever of your sweltering tongue until he melts, shakes and fucks himself into your mouth. how starving must one be to use his darling's mouth in such desperate way? although welt knew you adored it that way, never skipping a glance of how you're slipping two fingers under your pants, fiercely rubbing your tingling clit while you messily drool all over his cock like his good fucking girl— admiring him through enlarged pupils, doused lashes, swollen lips and two fingers stuffed in your greedy cunt as he holds your head gently in his palms, thrusting into you to feel that fucking throat clench again.

⚝ — LUKA

up, down, up down— ah, there you go, luka moans when you find the perfect tempo for him to feel real good— not only that, but your sneaky boyfriend can't help himself but tease you too, rubbing his foot between your strained thighs as you knee between his own. it's vulgar— you feel a little dirty and ashamed, yeah, but everything's alright because your boyfriend luka quite literally cannot stop telling you just how fucking horny you're making him right now. especially when you suck down on his cock and hollow your cheeks to pull back real tight, agonizingly slow, your palm working on his balls and squeezing them as you repeatedly spit on his cock until he falls back into the bed, shaking, hands over his mouth, groaning, unraveling and twitching until he cums in your mouth.

⚝ — SUNDAY

sunday prefers it when he stands while you suck him off— when he can look down on your pretty lips melting with his pulsing erection, his tip coated with gooey cum as you lap it up all sweetly, kitty licks here kitty licks there— once you moan, he holds your head and assists you in taking him, inch by inch— sunday was large, yes, and the sides of your lips begin to burn when you press him in, mouth fully coated with your saliva as he grinds his cock inside, closing his eyes— stay with me now, because he's imagining it to be you, not your mouth, but you, the real warmth he's craving, the one hidden between your legs and drenched in your own liquids as the filthy, wet thrusts in your mouth grew faster, hornier, his head lolling back and hitting the wall behind him, hips grinding, never stopping, your tongue dancing, always moving.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[yandereworlds]

Trip to the mall with Lukas!

Decided to finally provide the Lukas fans with some soft content for now

[vendetta-if]

I am not sure if this has already been asked

But how does Jackal feel if Mc started calling him Uncle or accidentally called him Uncle?

I'm just gonna assume it's set currently in the story 😂

Jackal chokes in surprise at the title MC just called him. "Kid, you're jumping the gun. I'm not yet married or even officially engaged to your uncle. Until then, you can just call me by my name or call me 'big bro' or something. I don't know, just not uncle," he says before mumbling, "Makes me feel old." Before MC can respond, Jackal's phone rings. His frown immediately lessens as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. It's a call from someone he put in as "老公" in the contact. He answers the call and it's from Luka.

[xoxoluka]

being john price’s baby-maker. he treats you so incredibly well, it’s unbelievable.

you may be at least a decade younger than him, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to make you a mommy. his primal instinct wants you to be his, and only his, and make sure everyone knows it.

he fills you up with his cum any time he gets the chance. after every single round, any quickie, anything, he’s filling you up. it doesn’t matter to him whether you’re pregnant or not (yet.)

he always makes sure you’re comfortable. you’re always well-fed, hydrated, and happy. he just loves you so much, as long as you’re with him he’s happy. the world could be crumbling down around him, but it’s no bother to him as long as he sees your pretty face and your pretty swollen belly.

if it doesn’t work the first time, he tries it again. and again. and again. he just wants you to have his babies 🥹

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

[frickingnerd]

we could've had it all

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader

summary: seeing you with luka is enough to finally make adrien realize his feelings for you. only that it's too late now...

tags: realizing his feelinfs too late, unrequited feelings (adrien for reader), luka x reader relationship, angst with a bad ending

chat noir could've had it all, but instead he was the one watching you from outside of your window, while luka was the one inside with you.

he always thought that luka was just a friend to you. that you all were just being friends. he hadn't even noticed himself falling in love with you, until it was already too late. and he didn't find out about your feelings for him until you were already dating luka.

nino was the one who told him, that you used to be in love with adrien. that you were so head over heels for him, but that adrien never seemed to notice your feelings for him. and so you had moved on, to the guy who had always comforted you and who reciprocated your feelings: luka.

it was only then that adrien had realized that he was in love with you too. that pain he felt when nino told him about your new boyfriend…

no, that wasn't quite right. he only really realized it when he saw the two of you together. when nino told him, adrien knew that he had to see the two of you for himself. and so he transformed into chat noir, running across the rooftops of paris, until he ended up on the roof across from your apartment.

and only when seeing you there with luka, laughing and talking together, did he realize what he lost. and what he could've had…

[doumadono]

Jestem wredną suczką :3 więc się przyszłam odegrać

SINFUL SUNDAY

I'd like to ask about smut with Luka from Star Rail? :3

I just want help him relax after another fight or maybe some hard training or even a win! Bc why not! Hihihi

A/N: please forgive me, as this is my very first attempt to write about Star Rail, and I couldn't find to many useful information about this guy. I hope that you'll enjoy this one ♥

SINFUL SUNDAY

Luka returns from a demanding mission, the weight of tension palpable in his every step. The strain of the assignment lingers on him, evident in the tight set of his jaw and the focused intensity in his gaze. The air around him seems charged with the residual energy of the challenges he faced. As he navigates through the aftermath of his endeavors, the tautness in his muscles reveals the enduring stress of the mission. Luka is a coiled spring, brimming with pent-up energy that demands release, a testament to the rigors he faced in the field.

Upon returning to the shared, little flat, he envelops you in his arms, pulling you closer with a tender embrace. He crushes his lips onto yours, the warmth of the reunion filling the room. Soon, his kisses migrate, and he starts to sensually kiss and suck on the column of your neck, creating an intimate connection as you greet each other.

"L-Luka, honey…" you whisper, slipping your hands into his red hair.

Luka's kisses deepen, infused with greater passion. He tilts your head away, skillfully maneuvering his hands to secure a firm grip on your hip and shoulder.

A subtle moan escapes your lips, a melodic hum that lingers in the air as you attempt to turn towards him, only to find yourself held in place by his unyielding grasp. "Stay like that for me, babygirl, will ya?"

You're aware of your own arousal, feeling the subtle moisture pooling between yor legs. Your eyes flutter closed halfway, savoring the sensation of longing between your thighs.

Luka's hands exert a gentle pressure, coaxing you to bend, and you willingly comply. He showers your shoulder blades with tender kisses, a prelude to the playful bounce of your ass against his growing arousal. With a teasing touch, he hikes up your skirt, revealing the soft expanse of your asscheeks adorned in delicate white lace panties. His long, skillful fingers trace over the fabric before daringly slipping between your thighs.

A gasp escapes your lips, and you instinctively bend forward, accommodating his every move. "Oh, Luka," you gasped, bending forward even more.

Amidst this intimate dance, a thick, appreciative growl resonates from Luka's chest, echoing the shared desire that electrifies the charged atmosphere. "You're driving me wild," he confessed, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

With a skilled touch, he playfully slaps and grips each cheek before gracefully kneeling behind you, showering kisses from your left cheek down to the back of your knee. As his lips traverse the path, he delicately pulls down your lingerie, his touch a tender caress on your exposed pussy before he places gentle kisses to your entrance, spreading your folds with his fingers.

You let out a soft gasp, your anticipation building.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers, his voice a velvet promise.

You gracefully step out of the lace, your anticipation palpable. "I want your mouth on my pussy."

His lips now explore the delicate folds, and his tongue dances sensuously against your soft, slick skin. "You taste amazing," he groans, the sound sending a thrill through you.

The intoxicating scent emanating from you envelops him, stirring a primal need that rebels against the constraints of his dark pants. With fervor, he sucks your folds into his mouth, and you respond by grinding against his face, a symphony of moans escaping your lips exclusively for him as you steady yourself on a couch armrest. "More," you plead, your voice a breathy whisper.

Luka continues to lick and suck your cunt, occasionally slipping his tongue in your entrance, drinking all of your juices. "Fuck," he murmurs.

Ascending from your intimate haven, his kisses trace a path up your back until he is standing again, the undeniable pressure of his rigid length pressing against your ass. "God, you feel so good," he confesses, his voice husky with desire.

You arch your back, deftly unbuckle his belt, and gently lower his pants, revealing a painfully rigid erection that rests proudly against his abdomen.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" Luka asks, spitting on his hand and jerking himself a few times, spreading his saliva all over his hard shaft.

Stepping forward, you kneel on the arm of the plush couch, arching once more to offer your body to him, an invitation he eagerly accepts. "Absolutely," you reply, a sultry smile playing on your lips.

His right hand gracefully reaches up, teasingly playing at your breast, while his left boldly explores the wetness between your parted legs once again.

Frustration grates at your voice as you beg him not to tease you. Unable to resist, you reach below to guide his hot, hard cock to your entrance, and this time, he consents.

With deliberate slowness, he enters your pussy from behind, and despite your readiness, you remain oh so tight. Setting his jaw, he takes his time, savoring the intimate connection between you.

Each careful thrust fills your head with a sensual haze, the raw ache in your core spreading through your body. You instinctively bend further as he penetrates you fully. "Fuck, yes, yes, just like that, oh! Fuck me," you beg him.

Luka pauses faster, showering kisses along your shoulders, expressing admiration for how well and tight you feel. His whispered words about your scent being an aphrodisiac linger in the air.

His hips rock, initially slow, his cheek still resting on your back. Your breathing syncs with his measured thrusts, and a small sound escapes you — a cry of relief. The noises you make drive him to the edge of sanity, each one chipping away at his restraint. His hips reflect an acquiescence to the primal instincts urging him to take your body with faster, rougher.

Your own moans crescendo with the escalating rhythm of his movements. Whispers of encouragement escape your lips, your voice breathy and laden with lust. In perfect unison, you both move, the room filled only with the synchronized rhythm of your breathing and the occasional chuckle from him, creating an intimate symphony of passion.

He firmly grips the fat of your ass cheeks, holding you securely as he guides his shaft faster into you, establishing an primal and quick pace. "Oh, yeah," he grunts, "You feel incredibly good, sueezing my cock so nicely."

Close to the edge, Luka senses your body building up for a climax. Your back tightens, and your knees shake slightly. His left hand touches your clit gently, stroking in rhythm with his hips. He maintains even pressure as a long, loud moan escapes from your mouth.

Your muscles ripple, gripping his cock, and he closes his eyes against the pressure, aware that he can't hold on for much longer as your pussy embrace hungers for him.

Another moan, but it transforms into a cry as you reach your peak, and the wetness drips down between you, staining his pubic hair.

It's all he can handle, and he grasps your hips, grinding hard against you. "Fuck, babe, I'm gonna cum!" Luka speaks to let you know he's about to climax.

You respond with moans, "Please cum on my ass, I'm not on a pill."

He complies, small gasps escaping his mouth as each hot ropes of thick cum cling to your skin.

As you stand there, catching your breath for a few minutes, he gently asks you to wait. "Give me a moment, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and reassuring. Luka gracefully strides to the bathroom, reappearing with a towel in hand. "You okay?" he inquires, concern etched on his face. Tenderly, he wipes your ass, placing soft kisses along the way.

"Yeah, honey, I'm super fine," you reply, licking your lips.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his words carrying a warm affection.

After the caring gesture, you undress completely.

Luka gives you a smile and heads back to the bathroom, the sound of the shower fills the room.

With a faint smile on your lips, you follow him – the desire for him still evident in your eyes and in a familiar tingling within your drenched pussy.

[knifedancer]

Sleeping Beauty

A new akuma has the power to turn fairy tales into reality. Marinette is hit and falls into a deep sleep. Ladybug has yet to show up to the battle, Paris fears for the worst. Without the miraculous cure, there may only be one other option. True Love's kiss should wake her…

But who is her true love?

Note: I imagine this is pre-Season 4-ish but it can also just be read as non-canon/alternate universe, if you so choose. Rated T for Teen for possible disturbing wording. Also on AO3.

Surprise! Related outtake can be found here!

~~~~~~~

When Grimm Talia – the latest akuma – arrived, no one was quite sure what to make of them. Their twisted color palette and oversized robes, which flared out like dragon wings as they glided through the air, disguised most of their identifying attributes. It seemed to be a playwright or author that had been working on a retelling of classic fairytales, that was angered by their lover or something – at least that’s what Alya assumed. It was odd that someone had yet to come forward with a civilian name for Grimm Talia. Perhaps Hawkmoth was the akuma’s lover and was akumatized for finding out his identity! The blogger was captivated immediately and tried to capture video for her blog, paying more attention to streaming and her play-by-play commentary for her followers than to her surroundings. She had wandered into the open from her hiding spot in the alley to get a better angle, exposing herself completely while distracted with her phone. Unfortunately, this put the blogger in the crosshairs of the akuma’s next blast.

Alya yelped as the akuma grinned down at her through the camera lens and raised a magical staff made of thorny briar branches, charging their ray as they recanted lines from Sleeping Beauty like a spell. The blogger stumbled back a step and dropped her phone with a clatter, her mouth dropping open as if to silently scream in horror or call for help. She was frozen in place; watching things happen like a slow-motion train crash that she could not look away from. Just when it appeared there was no escape, she was pushed out of the way and landed in a pile of discarded boxes nearby. The akuma cackled and floated off after the next victim in their sights. Alya pulled a box off her head only to realize that her savior had been none other than her dear friend…

“Marinette!” Alya hollered, quickly diving for her phone and the crumpled pigtailed girl on the sidewalk, dragging her back into the relative safety of the alleyway. Guilt flooded the reporter’s heart as she worried over the bluenette’s unconscious body in her arms. On the upside, her friend was still breathing. Downside, she seemed to be in a comatose-like sleep of which she could not be roused. Just then, Chat Noir landed beside them.

“Ladyblogger! You shouldn’t be here, it’s too dang-purr—is that Marinette?!” Chat exclaimed, too shocked at seeing his Everyday Ladybug unconscious to complete his pun.

Alya felt a few tears escape her eyes and slide down her face, “Chat Noir! Yes, I wasn’t paying attention and…Grimm Talia, the new akuma, was about to shoot me…she took the hit for me! Now she won’t wake up!”

The cat boy’s ears flattened to his hair with worry, reaching down to gently trace Marinette’s jaw with a clawed finger and pat her cheek. No response. The idea of his favorite civilian and good friend being hurt greatly unsettled the cat hero. He couldn’t understand why but all his instincts screamed to protect and get the girl to safety. “The bakery is just a couple blocks away, let’s get her home so she isn’t laying here in the street,” Chat lifted the girl from the reporter’s lap and cradled her against his chest with one arm, then motioned for Alya to hop on his back. “Once we take care of the akuma, the cure should wake her up. Hold on tight.” He pulled out his staff and launched the three of them easily into the sky, rushing towards the bakery to get them both to safety.

Looking around from the air, Alya saw several people suffering from various fairytale effects. It seemed the akuma’s power was not limited to putting to people to sleep… Some were transformed into various animals, large and small – frogs, bears, swans, stags… Others trapped in taxis that had become large pumpkins; a few unlucky people seemed to be stuck to a golden colored goose. Ladies clutched at their clothes, now turned into ratty, festering furs. Others muffled sobs as they knelt by golden statues that must have once been their children, staring at their hands in horror. Down a passing street a man seemed to be chasing a large wolf dressed in a floral housecoat and bonnet – what was that about? The blogger felt nauseous as she witnessed a few people screaming for help as they raised their severed arms in the air – every single one seemingly hacked off bloodlessly at the elbow. She quickly looked away, trying to find anything else on the horizon to distract her from the bile rising in her throat. For as far as her eye could see there were long streams of hair flowing down streets in a myriad of colors – like large skeins of yarn that had fallen from their basket – catching on every street sign and mailbox. As Chat launched them over the last intersection, on the corner below Alya spied an unlikely trio of a mouse, a bird, and…was that person transformed into a sausage?!

They landed beside the entry for the bakery and Alya quickly dismounted to open the door, only for them both to jump back as a cloud of blackbirds burst from the entry with an earsplitting screech. Inside looked like a disaster area after a bomb went off, every cake and pie appeared to have exploded. Feathers still floated through the air like snowflakes in winter as frosting and pie fillings dripped from the ceiling tiles. The Dupain-Cheng’s looked a little worse for wear – slowly lowering the broom and large wooden peel they had been using as weapons – but relieved that the birds were now gone. They let out a sigh until their eyes fell upon their limp daughter in the hero’s arms, fear overtaking their countenances. Alya recounted her tale as Chat brought Marinette up to her room and settled her comfortably on the chaise. He gently brushed a few stray bangs from her face, careful to keep his claws from marring her skin. His instincts were still screaming that something was very wrong. The cat hero felt immense guilt for not being able to protect the petite bluenette, she seemed so fragile... A look of determined resolve settled on his features as he rose to his feet.

“Madame, Monsieur, Ladybug and I will do all we can to fix this. Cat’s honor. Ladyblogger,” Chat met her eyes with a glare as he was unable to keep his roiling emotions from his voice, “stay away from the battle. You caused enough damage already; we don’t need to need to worry about rescuing you while we fight.” With that Chat gave a little salute before vaulting out the window and back towards the fray. The Dupain-Chengs quickly assured her that she could remain here while they went down to clean up what they could in the bakery.

Shocked by Chat’s angry gaze and overcome with guilt, Alya sat heavily in Marinette’s desk chair with her head in her hands. Chat was right. It was her fault that her friend was now unconscious… There had to be something she could do! Just then a notification popped up on her phone from the Ladyblog. The bespectacled girl scrolled through several comments, posts, images, and testimonials from various followers all over Paris… Ladybug had not been spotted yet; people seemed worried that she might have been hit by the akuma already. She raised her eyes from the phone to her friend with worry, hoping she could hear her. “Mari…they think Ladybug may have already been taken out. Without her there is no miraculous cure. I’m worried you might never wake up…a-and it’s all my fault.”

She gripped her phone helplessly as her gaze dropped to her shoes, wishing for a miraculous or some power she could use to undo what happened. Without Ladybug, what chance did Paris stand against Hawkmoth? What chance did Marinette have at waking up? Notifications kept coming in, the quiet pings sounding far louder in the deathly quiet room. Alya finally glanced at it again, intending to silence it, when the title of a post caught her eye…

REVERSING GRIMM TALIA’S SLEEP SPELL!! HAWKMOTH HATES THIS ONE TRICK!!

The blogger cringed at the headline but proceeded to read…

My husband was hit by the akuma and fell into an unconscious state while getting out of our taxi. I thought he was dead, but I was so relieved when he was still breathing. You see we had gone out to breakfast at this café by the Siene and he had the apple tart, even though apples cause him heartburn…

Alya skimmed through the post, bypassing the poster’s unnecessary explanation of what they had been doing before the akuma and their plans, seeking out the resolution. Was this person a recipe blogger? Just get to the point… Ah, there it was!

…discovered that the unconscious person awakes with true love’s kiss!

“That’s it! I just need to find Adrien!” Alya tried to call the boy but there was no answer. “Okay, I need to go out there. I’m not going to the battle zone so Chat shouldn’t get too angry… Don’t worry, I’m gonna save you, Mari!” With one last look at her unconscious friend, she bolted down and out of the bakery.

Mission: Find Adrien was a Go! The S.S. Adrienette ship was going sail!

~~~ Somewhere in Paris ~~~

She ran through the streets, carefully dodging impacted Parisians and narrowly avoiding tripping on random ropes of tangled hair. Alya eventually stumbled upon Nino and Felix taking cover near the public library where they had been working on a class project. If anyone would know where to find Adrien, it would be these two. “Nino, you’re safe,” she cried as she wrapped him up in a hug.

“Babe! I saw the stream earlier; I thought you had been hit!” Nino hugged her tight, finally releasing the worried tension from his body as he held his girlfriend close.

“I almost was but Marinette saved me. She…,” Alya choked on her words as she stepped back to meet his eyes, “Nino, she took the hit for me. She’s unconscious and won’t wake up! It’s all my fault. But there might be a way to save her…we need to find Adrien!” Both boys stiffened at her words, one with shock and the other unreadable.

“What do you need my clueless cousin for, Miss Césaire?” Felix asked, his usual haughty tone taking an air of suspicion.

“If Adrien kisses her, it’ll wake Marinette up,” cried the red head impatiently. “True love’s kiss has broken a similar state for some impacted by the akuma. Ladybug hasn’t been seen yet; this is Marinette’s best chance!”

Felix scoffed and crossed his arms, “And why do you assume that Adrien is Miss Dupain-Cheng’s true love? The chance of it being him is as likely as you or I. Even Mr. Lahiffe here could be her potential ‘true love’ for that matter.” An explosion echoed in the distance as if to punctuate his point.

“As if! They’re meant to be together! Now, do you know where he is or not?” Alya demanded angrily. This guy was nothing but trouble! How could such an ass be related to their resident Sunshine Boy?

“Calm down, babe. I haven’t seen him but he did have a photoshoot earlier. With the akuma, he’s probably on lockdown at home. You know how paranoid his father gets during attacks,” Nino tried to defuse the situation. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Felix seemed more irritated now than he had been in the library…

“Look Felix, do you think you can get your cousin out and to the bakery?” Alya swallowed her anger, this was for Marinette! She could be civil with the devil for her best friend’s wellbeing. Even if the devil was the most annoying, repugnant, arrogant, uncooperative…

“Tsk. Perhaps I might be able to disguise myself as my cousin and…,” began the taciturn blond.

“Perfect! Tell him we’ll meet him at the bakery! Come on, Nino,” the Ladyblogger impatiently dragged her boyfriend away, bolting down a neighboring street. Both teens missed the smirk that graced Felix’s face as he loosened his black tie.

~~~

Chat Noir landed with a huff and picked at a few thorns stuck to his suit. Ladybug was a no show and the akuma packed quite the wallop! Where was she?! He glanced around cautiously, checking for any civilians to evacuate before he jumped back into battle. From the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar head of hair and growled angrily. Alya had come back out to the fight! He had warned her to stay put!

He jumped over to the rooftop directly above the Ladyblogger and watched as she reunited with Nino. His ears twitched as he listened in, hearing Alya’s idea of how to wake Marinette… True Love’s kiss? Chat shuddered and frowned with dismay. This akuma reminded him too much of Dark Cupid for his liking! The cat hero was also feeling confused and flustered at the idea of kissing his dear friend. Sure, Mari was cute and sweet but, Felix had a point: why him? Marinette was his first friend, he trusted her in and out of the mask... What if Marinette hoped for more? The expectations of his father and fans were bad enough.

‘Still,’ Chat thought as he bit his lip, ‘I’d do anything for my friends…’

~~~ Twenty Minutes Later ~~~

A tousled Adrien ran towards the bakery, careful to avoid obstacles and looking around for the akuma before dashing across the street. He came to a sliding stop outside the bakery, panting with the physical strain of running through several blocks of fairytale victims, and flung open the door. Nino and the Dupain-Chengs, alerted by the door chime, looked up to see the exhausted teen and ushered him towards the back.

“Hey bro! Thank gods you made it!” Nino paused, looking over his friend’s outfit. “What’s up with the suit?”

Adrien glanced down to where a grey vest hung open to reveal his dress shirt and charcoal slacks. Using a hand to smooth out the wrinkled, untucked, button-up against his chest before chuckling. “Felix loaned me some clothes so I could get here without Gorilla following me. Not my best look but it seems to have worked!” The blond gave a disarming but concerned smile, “Fe said something happened to Marinette? Is she okay?” The blond anxiously ran a hand through his hair, messing up the styling so that he looked more like he normally did.

“Yeah, man, come on,” the Moroccan-French boy grabbed his friend’s rolled up sleeve and dragged him upstairs. Adrien stumbled up the last few steps and entered the pink room behind Nino. “Babe! I told you Felix would come through for our girl!”

“Sunshine! Thank the gods… Marinette got hit by an akuma and won’t wake up. We think true love’s kiss will wake her. What love is truer than friendship, right?” The reporter’s smile was a little too wide to be genuine but the blond did not seem to notice as he stepped towards the unconscious girl with a furrowed brow. Someone had let down her hair and it was fanned out like a halo on the cushion beneath her head. Her arms were laying on her stomach, delicate hands crossed at rest near her heart. Her pink lips, seeming to glisten with dew, were slightly parted. The sunlight from the window seemed to give her whole body a golden ethereal hue – she looked like a sleeping angel and it took his breath away.

He finally tore his eyes away briefly to look at the other two occupants of the room. “I don’t know… You know I’d do anything for Marinette but…why haven’t you two tried?”

The two bespectacled teens exchanged a look, communicating silently, before Alya replied slowly, “We did. She didn’t wake. We’re hoping a kiss from you might work since you’re such…good…friends.”

Adrien’s eyes dropped to Marinette’s still form again, unreadable emotions flitted across his face before he seemed to take a more resolute stance. “Alright. I’ll do it.” He kneeled down beside the chaise, taking one of her limp hands and holding it to his cheek. “Marinette…,” he murmured brokenly, overcome with his emotions in the moment. Alya and Nino watched with bated breath as the blond tentatively leaned down, pausing mere millimeters from their friend’s lips to gaze at her face and whisper something too low for them to hear. Then he closed the distance and placed a chaste kiss to her lips.

Her lips were as warm as they were soft, her breath tasted like chai tea and his lungs reverently drank it in. A mysterious, disembodied chime seemed to sound from above them and the model felt her fingers twitch in his grasp. They held their breath as Adrien pulled back with a look of awe. Marinette’s eyes fluttered open and met the green eyes of the blond still hovering above her with a look of quiet curiosity. Alya and Nino cried out with joy and hugged. “I knew it! I knew true love’s kiss would work!” Alya smiled slyly towards the two on the chaise, “We’ll go downstairs to let your parents know the good news and give you lovebirds some time to talk.”

“Hey!” protested Nino as he was roughly shoved through the trap door, his complaints cut off with a hasty slam of the wood against the frame. An oppressive silence descended upon the room in their absence, accentuated by a soft tick of a clock and their breathing. Marinette didn’t say a word, her bluebell eyes transfixed to the emerald-colored orbs in front of her. The model watched her nervously, he pressed a tentative kiss to the hand he still held between his own as if too scared to speak, to break the spell they were under. The bluenette raised her free hand and cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing a path under his eye as her gaze seemingly analyzed his every feature in agonizing detail. Finally, with a small smile, she slid her hand down to his neck and broke the silence by sweetly whispering his name.

“…. Felix.”

The blond boy’s eyes widened, and his body stiffened with shock, “How did you—”

He was cut off with a swift tug on his collar and her lips against his. While momentarily stunned, he quickly succumbed to the kiss and Felix was willingly dragged onto the chaise. They quickly found themselves in a tangled embrace – hands in hair, legs interwoven, chests pressed together – as they succumbed to their mutual passion with moans of delight. A familiar, crumpled up, black tie fell carelessly from his pocket to the floor. Hidden in a corner of the room, Tikki looked upon her chosen with a small smile. True love’s kiss was a powerful thing.

The akuma would have to wait…

~~~ BONUS SCENES ~~~

‘Still,’ Chat thought as he bit his lip, ‘I’d do anything for my friends…’

Before he could catch the rest of the trio’s conversation, an explosion in the distance drew his attention. From the dust sprang yet another tall beanstalk that reached into the clouds. Chat took off in search of the akuma, hoping desperately that his lady would arrive… He landed with a dull thud next to a young woman that had been changed into a beautiful golden harp, crying as she struggled to right herself. The cat boy quickly jumped to assist, setting her carefully against the nearest stairwell so that she could hold onto the railing for support. The lady harp cried out and pointed behind him with fear filled eyes, he turned to find himself face to face with the business end of the akuma’s thorny staff! Shit!

“…A curse upon your house and all within it. Until you have found someone to love you as you are, you shall remain…,” incanted Grimm Talia.

Chat Noir vaulted away as fast as he could, attempting to gain some ground, when he felt a warm blast hit his back. He fell gracelessly onto a neighboring rooftop where he convulsed painfully on the floor for a moment. This was nothing like being hit by Dark Cupid or Reflekta... Damn, it felt like he was being ripped apart and put back together! The akuma’s cackle echoed up from the streets below, which kicked his survival instincts into overdrive. Blindly Chat scrambled up and bolted into the roof access hatch, finding a restroom in the building to hide in temporarily. Breathing hard, he leaned against the sink to catch his breath – only to realize that his clawed hands were now covered in thick fur. He glanced up into the mirror, seeing that two small horns sprouted between his cat ears and his face took on the appearance of some sort of wild beast. He reached back and grabbed for his baton, intending to call Ladybug again, only to pull out a glowing red rose that proceeded to drop a single petal onto the tiled floor between his feet.

“Uh oh…”

~~~ Later ~~~

“Team Adrienette! A-DRI-EN-ETTE! Team Adrienette!” Alya sang while happily skipping down the sidewalk outside the bakery as if there wasn’t still an akuma on the loose somewhere in the city. Nino cautiously meandered after her, smiling as he shook his head at his girlfriend’s antics. If the quiet muffled noises coming from upstairs before they left were any indication, after years of trying, it seemed their resident sunshine boy and aspiring designer were finally a couple. Those two had danced around each other enough! So many misunderstandings, lies, and schemes! The bespectacled teens both hoped for the best – one already planning double dates and the other compiling a list of romantic music that might become ‘their song.’ They were both broken from their thoughts by a familiar voice calling their names.

“What the…,” muttered Alya. Across the street stood a bashful but happy looking Adrien waving at them with one hand while the other held the hand of an even more familiar bluenette teen… Marinette’s ex-boyfriend and Kitty Section’s favorite guitarist: Luka Couffaine.

“Dude! How did you get out here so quickly? And why are you with Luka?” Nino asked with confusion written all over his features as the two boys joined them.

“I was on my way to the bakery when I was hit by the akuma, got transformed into a giant beast with horns and a magical rose, can you believe it?” The blond model laughed and blushed. He rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Then I stumbled into Luka here and…well, turns out he was what I needed to reverse my akuma curse.”

“We heard about Marinette, how is she?” Luka asked, voice filled with concern as he dropped Adrien’s hand briefly to fiddle with a snake shaped bracelet. Must be a worrying habit the musician had.

“Well…she’s awake…,” Nino murmured distractedly, his mind still trying to fit the pieces together.

Alya, whom had been standing frozen with her mouth open in shock, seemed to finally recover. She pointed at the blond and then back over her shoulder towards the bakery entrance not five meters away. “What are you talking about?! We just saw you in the bakery with Marinette!” Just then, as if summoned by divine intervention, out of the bakery stumbled another blond – this one sporting a lovesick dazed smirk as he waved to someone hidden beyond the glass door. The four teens on the sidewalk took in his disheveled appearance with three looks of shock and one of amusement. A word that described the boy in this moment: rumpled. His shirt was untucked and incorrectly buttoned in a way that revealed a white undershirt beneath it, his crumpled black tie hung loosely around his neck like a scarf, pink lipstick smears were visible from his face to his collarbone (with a little adorning the inside of his shirt collar), and his hair seemed to be as wild and untamed as Chat Noir’s.

“…Fe?” Adrien tentatively called, unsure of what he was witnessing. His cousin had never looked less than professional for a day in his life! Perhaps it was a doppelgänger brought on by the akuma?

That warm gaze shifted towards the model’s call and, upon seeing them, it was as if a switch was flipped. Felix slicked back his unruly hair, draped his discarded wrinkled vest over his shoulder, and meandered towards the stunned group. With the lovesick look now cleared, his smirk took on a smug edge but his eyes still glowed with a satisfied happiness that none of them had seen on him before. “Cousin,” the formal boy nodded to the model and started whistling a jaunty tune as he swaggered past. Three sets of eyes stared at his every move in bewilderment. He seemed more relaxed and at ease than usual; plus, there was a…

Wait, was that a hickey under his right ear?!

“Felix Fathom! What the hell—,” Alya began but, with a raised hand that bid them adieu without looking back, Felix disappeared around the smashed carcass of a giant pumpkin that was once a delivery van. Only with the soft echo of his whistling hanging in the air did Nino realize…

‘Huh, I didn’t know Felix was a Daft Punk fan.’

~~~

Ladybug, feeling guilty after the increasingly panicked voicemails from Chat while she was otherwise detained, managed to defeat the akuma with a little help from Viperion and cast the cure just in time to meet her date that evening at Andre’s.

Paris is saved once again by the Powerpuf—err, Ladybug!

Notes:

Felix was whistling Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky.” I’ll let you imagine what he whispered to her before kissing her. 😊

Peel (based on the French word ‘pelle’) is the long paddle looking implement that is often used at brick oven pizza places but are also used for bread and pastries.

Please let me know in the comments what enchanted furniture you think Gabriel transformed into while Adrien was the Beast! Grimm Talia did say “a curse upon your house and all within it.” 😉 Talk about an akuma backfiring on the user! Check out the other suggestions here!

[rednotebooksworld]

New House, Our House

male feline rakshasa (lukas)/fem!human!reader

NSFW drabble

contains: established relationship, unprotected s*x, biting kink (blood mentioned), oral s*x female receiving), fingering, non-human genitalia

Summary: you and Lukas move in together, protective sexy times ensue

A/n: this about to be shit, I’m sorry 😭

~***~

His tongue was rough against your skin as he licked a stripe up your neck. A gentle moan slipped through you lips from pleasure. A few seconds later you gasped when Lukas bit down onto your neck when he let go your blood seeped through the bite he left. He licked the blood away as you brushed you fingers through his fur.

“Kitty~,” You whimpered out.

He took his face out the crook of your neck, his yellow-green eyes looked at you, they were full of lust and desire though full of love for you.

“I’m sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice was husky and deep, it wasn’t his usual playful and boyish sounding voice.

“A bit. I didn’t know you were going to do that. Or that you bite for that matter.” You said to him.

Lukas hummed in response, his tail flicked around it brushing your bare leg. He kissed your neck, you could here him purr as his chest rumbled as he pressed against yours. He licked your neck again, then looked back up at you.

“Then let’s try something else~.” He purred as Lukas rubbed at your clit.

You moaned as a wave of pleasure rushed over you, you felt yourself tingle from excitement that your body was feeling. Being with Lukas made you feel on top of the world. You’ve made love before but this felt different. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you are living together now and Lukas wanted to take advantage of that fact though you didn’t mind. It felt good.

“Ah~! Faster, Lu~.” You moaned.

You hear him growl as his head went between your legs removing his fingers much to your dismay until he licked a strip up your pussy, his nose bumping your clit in the process. You tugged at his fur as you moaned, vibrations going through you as Lukas hummed in pleasure from you, pulling and tugging at his fur. He rubbed the the inside of your thigh, squeezing them a bit as he did so.

As he continued to lick and suck at your pussy, his tail curled around your ankle, his barbed cock was hard as it poked your thigh. He pulled away from your pussy. Your hole clenched, missing his tongue. You whimpered.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Lukas whispered. “I’ll replace my tongue with something better~.” He purred.

He moved to line up with your entrance, he kissed you, this time it was more passionate than lust fulled. He pulled away to look at you, caressing your cheek with his fur-covered paw then he pushed into you. You cried out in pleasure as your through your head back, one hand gripping the sheets on the bed and the other gripping his shoulder.

After waiting for a bit for you to adjust to him, Lukas started thrusting in and out first at a slow pace but then he quickened his pace, pounding into your pussy, growling as he grunted from pleasure as you moaned sweetly from under him.

“Ah~! So good~! Lukas~!” He smiled hearing his name mewl lewdly from your mouth that purrs rumbled in his chest burying his face in your neck as kept his fast pace, thrusting into as he bit your shoulder. You groaned from the pain though you felt it added to the pleasure as you felt your stomach knot feeling your climax edging closer.

“Mmm~! I’m-I’m cumming~! Ah!” You exclaimed to him.

“M-Me too~.” He purred lowly.

As soon as you came, Lukas wasn’t far behind you as he pulled out and he came on your stomach and breasts as you were breathing heavily. He licked your cheek and your shoulder.

“I love you, babe.” He whispered into your ear. He smiled as his tail that uncurled itself from your ankle, swished around happily like a dog. You smiled back, reaching up to pet his cheek.

“I love you, Lu.”

[good-beanswrites]

Fe Aspec Week Day 1: Coming Out

WOO It's aspec week time!! 💜💚 To no one's surprise I'm starting off with Lukas :3 I know we have the wonderful support convo when he and Python sort of come out to each other, but I was always curious about the loose ends that it brings up -- how he comes out to/is treated by his family, the woman he's left behind, his fellow nobles, etc. This drabble doesn't really answer any of those questions sadfsadf but it's coming from that thought 😂

Father,

I am writing to you now, so soon after my previous letter, as there is something I have yet to confess. It may be difficult for you to hear, but

The sentence stops abruptly, a small dab of ink at the corner of the ‘t’ where the pen had rested a moment in contemplation.

A man sits back at his at a desk. His candle illuminates the page, displaying a few brief lines at the top. He dips his pen in ink time and time again, but the page remains mostly empty. 

At first, the man believes his problem to be a lack of words. No title exists for men like him. He’s well-educated and well-connected in the army; he has an extensive vocabulary for how the upper and lower class categorizes its people. Whether it’s a scholar’s dull terminology, vulgar common language insults, or the carefully chosen phrasing of a gossiper, none of the usual descriptors fit him. All he has are the distantly connected criticisms he’d heard his whole life: “heartless,” “cold,” “detached.” 

When the candle burns lower, however, he realizes the real issue. He has far too many words.

Where would he even start? Should he describe his contentment with his life here? How not one of his fellows ever brought up the lack of a woman at his arm, or how dinners with the King and Queen themselves were filled with pleasantries that never touched on his romantic endeavors? Whatever his father had been preparing for, it had never come.

Or should he begin earlier, when he was first accepted by this group of people? He wasn’t sure if he could properly convey all that he experienced on that fateful night, speaking softly with the unit’s archer – a man he’d come to call one of his truest friends. The man had heard for the first time in his life that there were others like him. He heard that they were content. They were whole.

He could go back further and describe the moment that the realization first hit him. How his father had been right in a sense. Just as he said, one day when the man was grown, he would be in the arms of another, and everything about himself would suddenly make sense. There was only one difference. He’d been forced to bury that clarity, since it wasn’t the same kind that everyone else came to.

Or should he start even further back? He could recount all little hints that haunted him across his youth. His dreams for the future never quite aligned with those of his peers. Nothing ever seemed to align. His choice of stories to read, of games to play, of jokes to make. He wouldn’t ever claim he was mistreated as a child, but everyone would agree that the signs had appeared even then.

The man sighs. Where is the beginning, when one has always been this way? 

The clock strikes on the hour. It is late, and he will need to be at his sharpest tomorrow for drills and meetings. He has no more time to fret over words about his past. 

The man tries a new method, and wonders what his friends may write about him. He can’t resist a dry smile. He knows that he can never, under any circumstance, allow them to exchange any correspondence with his family. 

But the exercise gives him an idea.

He writes out a single statement. Then he blows out the candle and heads to his bed. 

there is nothing broken about me.

Cordially,

Lukas

[nemaliwrites]

have a lil snippet from the luka fic hehe

They say snakes cannot feel love. Luka wishes this were true. 

The Miraculous of the Snake grants the power of Second Chance; Sass is the kwami of Intuition.

That, Luka thinks, is his curse. He has the intuition to know when he needs a second chance — when he could have one. He has nothing to ensure the second chance will succeed.

It is the perfect recipe for his own devestation.

But maybe that’s a family curse. Couffaine: from the coffin. 

And when the snake eats its own tail, as it must, there is only one place it can end up.

[onsideramen]

Itty bitty bit of writing for the horror mcsm au I have. UGH It'd start out all silly like a little sickfic and then it'd get SO BAD dfuh this makes me so happy it really shouldn't but it does !!!

Anywaysies, writing for the au under cut!! It's just Lukas confronting Jesse about being sick, nothing too bad :3

~

The birds didn't used to be this loud, had they? Surely not. The world hadn't been purple, either.

"Jesse."

Jesse huffed, rubbing their forehead briefly before pressing the heels of their palms against their burning eyes. "I'm fine, Lukas," they muttered, slumping against a nearby tree.

"No, you're not. You're clearly sick," Lukas shot back, brows furrowed as he stepped forward, grass crunching loudly under his shoes. He set a hand on Jesse's shoulder, expression drifting to one of concern when they flinched.

"Being sick isn't that big of a deal." Jesse brought their hands away from their eyes, blinking a few times as the sun blinded their gaze before squinting at the blond. "It's... look, if you're worried about it, I could take a few days to myself."

Lukas nodded, withdrawing his hand from their shoulder. "Yeah, take a break. You'll let me know if it gets any worse, right?"

"Of course." They knew it was a lie, he knew it was a lie.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

[anantaru]

DAY 3 — BIMBOFICATION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

kink. bimbofication — the process of transforming into an airheaded slut, perfectly happy to be used and degraded

𖧡 — including — luka, blade

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, bimbofication, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male! receiving), throat fucking, slight power imbalance, rough, name calling (stupid, fucktoy, slut), petnames: angel, both parties are consenting

𖧡 — LUKA

you whimper softly as your throat was being nipped on by luka, lightly bitten into with milky-white canines edging the outline of your pulse, your body quivering symphonic, hand in hand, with your enjoyment. and the man was satisfied with you, because the sounds rushing from your lips were so sweet, whilst luka suddenly found himself wanting to draw this out as long as possible, to watch how his stupid, pretty darling glances up at him, moaning louder and having absolutely no control over the situation.

it's like your brain was shutting off at the feeling of him slowly lining himself up with you— yet you loved every moment of it, couldn't wait to feel him stuck between your thighs, suddenly beginning to begging for it, mewling out a cute, "i need you, i miss you." whilst the hunger didn't cease in you, longing for more;

"please please luka, let me feel you."

luka hums softly before smirking out, "you're so cute.." he teases, blinking down, "just look at you.." before bumping the first two inches in, his thick tip splitting you wide apart, witnessing the wetness that immediately covers his cockhead as he pulls out— only to press it back in. you're moaning out together, as one, your eyes shut tight when he's slanting his entire weight on top of you, your face hiding in his neck while you‘re pressing heavy kisses on top of him.

you push your hips up further, pushing up still for more, leaving your cunt open and exposed for luka— so he could claim you, fuck you stupid for all you care, and when he praises you, declares you his one and only fucktoy, princess and perfection, you feel tears well up in your eyes. in that moment and in this state of delicate bliss, you just let him use you as he pleases and needed it, your pussy creaming, your liquids secreting such a sweet liquid on his girth that luka just pushed and pressed back into you, groaning into the back of his throat at how you were gripping his cock so hard, almost pressing him out from the intensity.

absolutely no control, that’s how he’d describe you— but that's okay, especially when you're feeling so pleasured, so stimulated, and just at peace, complete even.

𖧡 — BLADE

blades loves how responsive you were to his cock deeply burrowed in between your hot mouth, how sensitive you were while you're hiccuping because of the strong care of his length slotted in your mouth— you think you can sense him in your throat already, he‘s so big and heavy that your jaw clenches, harmonious melodies of your chokes holding his mind hostage. it's how you show him how you’re feeling when he's using you— or, how he's making you feel with his cock melting on top of your tongue, his cock thudding, the onslaught of pleasure resulting in grinding his hips into you.

your cunt flutters around nothing in frustration when you inch your mouth into his length, in and out, your mouth twisting over the flesh so it's all wet and soiled, whatever made it easier for you to just keep floating and sucking him off— you're his beloved airhead, always wanting to cling on his cock as long as you could, never stopping drinking up his creamy cum as well— your used, puffy lips stretched thin as your eyes roll back before consuming copious amounts of his pre, the bitterness tasteful, it has you rub your legs together when you didn't even realize the advanced pace blade was going for now.

it's the easiest that way, when it's blade who makes the decisions for you, because frankly, you didn't need to make decisions, it's jarring and makes your head hurt, you'd rather have your sweet, perfect blade do it and do anything under his will. you only need blade, point blank, rolling more of your mouth against his dripping cock when having him entirely in you, hiccuping around the length. blade can feel it, your throat constricting, of course, he can notice it all.

the way your hands are a little trembling, yet desperately holding onto his upper thighs for stability, your nails biting into the clothed skin and ripping into the fabric— yet he pays it absolutely no mind, encourages it even when you’re bobbing your head over the length, all he could really do is watch the mess evolve in front of him and have you slide his cock in the way he wanted it, holding onto your head while mindlessly hissing out when he ruts his hips back in the fieriness of your mouth, then growling when you pierce your foggy gaze up at him.

to fill the void inside you, from all the parts of your life, you required blade to fill it up— your beloved blade, beginning to stroke your head and whisper sweet nothing above you, "you‘re so eager." he claims, "fuck— my eager angel." and that alone was enough to give him his strongest orgasm.

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[yandereworlds]

Okay, so Y/C caves and buys the security system. What happens to Lukas after that? Does he just dip and finds the next person to sell too? Does he cease to be? What does this man do?

Naturally, Lukas would likely start keeping records of everything about Y/N, studying their habits, likes, dislikes, and their daily routine. Accumulating enough information would then prompt him to seek out Y/N's company again, under the pretense of maintaining the security system they'd purchased from him. This guise would allow him to infiltrate their home, and gradually make his intentions more obvious, all in the bid to establish a stronger connection with Y/N. Don't be fooled into believing that purchasing his security system is the end of Lukas involvement in your life… Far from it. He's got a whole lot more schemed out for you!

[vendetta-if]

If Viktor was alive, how would he have reacted when Takashi told him Luka was dating Jackel? How would he have reacted upon meeting him? Would he have also treated Artyom about finally getting niblings off his own?

Viktor immediately locks in and goes into serious and scheming mode as soon as he hears Takashi spilling the tea about his lil bro 😂

He has so many questions that poor Takashi doesn’t know the answers to 😭How did Luka manage to hide this under his nose for so long? How long has this relationship been going? What can Takashi tell more about this Jackal guy?

The next few days, Viktor is busy trying to find out more about his brother’s supposed boyfriend (might even enlist Takashi’s help on it). He also tries to subtly prod Luka with seemingly innocent questions about relationship in an effort to get Luka to possibly slip (he doesn’t and he’s aware that Takashi has betrayed him and spilled the beans to his big bro; he should’ve known 💀).

As for when he finally meets Jackal in person (assuming Luka is not in the room). As always, Viktor is all friendly and charming, a huge smile on his face. But underneath all of those, Jackal can sense the dangerous edge and wariness radiating from him.

At first, Viktor strikes up an easy conversation, asking Jackal some personal—but sensible questions, which he gives the barest answers to. Just when he thinks that Viktor has finally ran out of questions, Viktor slings his arm on Jackal’s shoulder.

On the surface, the gesture looks like a friendly one between friends, but Jackal knows better and what Viktor says next just confirms his thoughts.

“I know Luka might look tough and cold on the outside, but surely, as you may already know, he’s got a sensitive and soft heart inside,” Viktor smiles coldly before continuing, “So… If you dare break his heart or hurt him in any other way… Believe me, there will be no where in this country where you’ll be safe. Got it?”

Jackal just nods stiffly. “I promise I won’t do that. I’d rather die than do anything that will hurt him,” he mutters.

Viktor leans back to give Jackal his personal space back, clapping Jackal’s back none too gently. “Good!” he grins, and this time, it looks more genuine. “So… When’s the wedding, huh?” He teases.

“W—What?!” Jackal sputters, face red. And fortunately for him, his saviour finally stepped out of the office.

Luka takes a quick glance at his boyfriend and then his brother, and instantly, he understands the gist of what just happened.

“Okay, Vitya, that’s enough of bullying him,” Luka sighs as he marches over to where his boyfriend and big brother are standing.

“Bullying?” Viktor gasps. “I would never! I was just about to ask him how many nephews and nieces you two are going to give me.”

Luka’s eyes bulge as he chokes on air from the surprise. Viktor can only laugh at both men’s reactions.

[xoxoluka]

being valeria's arm candy. it's some pointless party, just some unimportant rich people.

valeria was invited, much to her dismay. she chose to bring you with her to give people at that party something to talk about.

she decked you out in full. new dress, mani-pedi, hair, makeup, shoes, jewelery, anything you could ever imagine was yours, and she liked to keep it that way.

as soon as you stepped out of that car with her, eyes were on you. the jealous stares of women, as well as the jealous stares of men. she talked to whoever approached her that night, introducing you to people who gained their riches in the most unethical ways possible. you remember not saying much, but you were pretty wasted on champagne to recall.

she took you home after, helped you undress, treated you to a warm bath, and brought you to bed.

i want valeria to beat me into the ground and ruin my life 😚✨

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