#Luka Drabble

[anime-in-new-albion]

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."

[vxlenst3in]

Punishment | Luka x Fem!Reader

After some issues, your 'secret relationship' with Luka got revealed by the Aliens. The both of you had expected a harsh punishment, and that you got - just a little different than initially expected. warnings » fem!reader, worshipping, voyeurism, sort of public sex?, toy usage, bondage, overstimulation, orgasm denial, a ruined pair of pants, came untouched? also sort of again, very little mentions of death, torture and so on, body parts going numb

Luka wasn’t a weak man…but, oh, the man he became when it came to you? How could he not worship the ground that you walk on? What kind of man would he be, if he didn’t do anything for his pretty little girlfriend. Your entire relationship was a secret thing, no one could know, no one would ever know. Or so you thought.

But god, if you would’ve known what they’d do to the both of you as soon as they found out? Maybe your little relationship would’ve been a tad more public. 

Aliens loved one thing — they loved to torture their humans or so called pets. Make them do stuff solely for the alien’s pleasure, treat them as their slaves, punish and push them till death was near. The both of you had overstepped a line, disobeyed a rule, an important one as it is. So punishing you was only fair, right?

This was only fair, you thought, or at least you tried, as the little bud on your clit made you squirm and thrusts your hips in the air without even knowing. Legs were tied to both the armrests of the chair you sat on. 

Well sort of.

Actually you sat on the comfy lap of your pretty blonde boyfriend. His arms tied together behind the chair, while his legs were tied to the chair itself. His rock hard boner was long forgotten, at least by you, but Luka could feel his boner so well, it was like he forgot how to feel anything else. All of your senses were overwhelmed as you chased your high, for what felt like the 5th time tonight. While the blonde hadn’t cum once, understandably frustrated by now.

The also long forgotten audience of aliens in front of you, would make fascinated sounds whenever you let out a particularly high pitched moan, or again, squirted all over your boyfriends pants. All eyes on the two of you. 

Luka has never been this whiny before. Who would’ve thought this charming man could turn into such a pathetic boy, once he’s being denied of what he loves the most. All he could do was bite into your neck, lightly thrust his hips up for any kind of friction. But it wasn’t enough. No, he just couldn’t cum like this. It was driving him crazy. All he wanted was to feel your honeysweet warmth engulf him, take him in and finally let him fuck all that pent up energy out. The blonde's head was spinning, he felt like he was gonna die if he didn't get any relief soon.

You cursed out his name over and over again. A hint of guilt washing over you considering how you took all the pleasure for yourself, even though there wasn’t really another option. “Ughh…gonna…fffuckk..cumming again!” Your words were like a soothing song to his ears. No matter how bad he wanted to finish, hearing you cum like this, was just getting him one step closer to his own release. 

The buzz of the vibrator ran through your whole body by now. Your once intelligent brain turning into mush. “Have such a beautiful lady…on top of me..haaah..” He cooed at you. Luka sounded so out of breath. You bet on everything, he looked so good right now. Covered in beads of sweat, his eyes almost teary, while his usually neatly kept hair was a mess.

After your orgasm had successfully washed over you, your hips went limb. The pool between your legs, including the vibrator strapped against it, was now engulfing the blonde’s bulge. Luka’s hips immediately jerked up, he was chasing that pleasure, chasing the friction that little vibrator provided him. Oh, and just in that moment, Hell let loose inside of him. Built up saliva slowly ran down his chin, his mouth wide agape. At the sudden change in his behavior, you slowly turned your head back. 

His clothed dick repeatedly bumped against your entrance and clit covered by the vibrator. If you hadn’t been so terribly overstimulated, this might’ve been heaven.  “Oh…Oh! My pretty Darling….Shit..Oh gonna cum…gonna finally…!” And that’s when he went still. His bulge firmly pressed against your cunt, as he ruined his pants. God, and he was coming loads. All that built up tension releasing all at once. In between your hazy thoughts, you could hear the crowd of aliens cheering, almost over-sounding Luka’s ragged breaths in your ear. You felt his legs tremble, the overwhelming pleasure slowly fading.

In all this shock, overstimulation and pleasure, you didn’t even notice that the buzzing had stopped. It allowed you and Luka to catch your breath. It was finally over? You hoped. Maybe you could finally take a warm bath and soot-

bzzzz Oh.

 ©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[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 🥹

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[frickingnerd]

Luka Couffaine Masterlist

oneshots

kiss me before i lose my mind

luka knows he really shouldn't kiss you in public, to keep your relationship a secret. but he just can't keep his hands off you...

i love you (in another universe)

luka hadn't expected his best friend to ask him: "do you think we're in love in another universe?"

no more secrets

luka almost gets akumatized after you reject him for viperion. but that misunderstanding soon leads to an identity reveal for the two of you

i hate loving you as much as i do

left heartbroken by a missunderstanding, you end up getting akumatized. but luka seeks you out and clears up any missunderstandings by confessing his love to you!

a second chance for life

you take a hit that was meant for viperion and bleed to death in his arms. but he's not giving up on you, even when things seem impossible…

drabbles

tired of love songs

headcanons

dating luka couffaine

yandere luka couffaine

luka dating a reader with bad luck

childhood friends to lovers with luka

luka couffaine dating a hero

dating rockstar!luka

making bracelets of each other's eye colours

polyamorous

dating marinette & luka

dating adrien & luka

dating luka & felix

dating adrien, marinette & luka

dating adrien, marinette, luka & kagami

dating chat noir & viperion

love triangles

love triangle with adrien & luka

love triangle with luka & felix

love triangle with chat noir & viperion

[lesbianneopolitan]

.·:*¨༺ Drabble: Love me, Love me, Love me ༻¨*:·.

Context: my gf has been inspiring me to write stuff for the Casino AU on Luka's side because she picked to write for RH Miku instead, so I ended up choosing your typical background for her in which she was part of a wealthy family with high standards- (I swear that trope follows me everywhere)

'Luka was born in a privileged family from the neighborhood of Akasaka, in Tokyo. Her father was a CEO of Tokyo Broadcasting System Holdings, Inc. (TBS), and her mother a fashion designer hailing from a Bulgarian family. Since she was really young, her parents put her through a pretty strict and conservative lifestyle. Elegant but very restrictive. As expected, her parents signed her up for the most prestigious schools and forced her to do extra activities, that in her case would involve things like tea ceremonies, learn how to play various instruments (among them the guitar, the violin and piano), and later on singing classes once they learnt that their daughter had a special talent for music. If they didn't fail in their plan, it was because Luka herself loved to learn new things and she herself appreciated the arts, eventually even learning how to draw on her own in the little free time she had, but it was as she got older, that she started to realize that this lifestyle -the one her parents forced to- was no more than shackles that made it impossible for her to have full control over her life...'

𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺.

Ever since she was so young, she had a collar around her neck. Waiting for the love from those who decided to have her.

Dedicating her time from so early to be the best, thinking that her reward would arrive one day, not in the form of material gifts,but simply in the form of ████.

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺, 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺

"Dad! I got the best grade in the class!" She smiled, happy. Holding the paper with the results of her exam. One of many. 8 years old, but the response was always the same.

"Well done, Luka. Keep going." Her father would reply, with the same dry and emotionless tone he always had. He didn't give much attention to her daughter, more focused on the computer's screen, and soon making a gesture with her hand so the girl would leave him alone.

Innocent and thinking it was enough, she would go to her mother's room.

"Mom! I got the best grade in the class!" With the same excitement she smiled.

But her mother only looked at her from the corner of her eye, busy with an important call. Her calls were always very important.

She didn't even reply to her. A simple half-smile, giving a headpat to her daughter's head, before turning away to continue her work.

𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳,𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱, 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥?

15 years old. Making friends in school at the same time she continued attending her responsibilities. The classes, the extra lessons. She didn't have much time for herself aside of those breaks at school in which she simply wanted to have fun with friends.

"Dad! I got the best grade in the class!" She smiled, happy. Holding the paper with the results of her exam.

(𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦) 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘊𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥? (𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦) 𝘚𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

But the grade, even if still the best of the class, was slightly under what Luka usually got.

Her father, silent, observing the paper, would soon stretch a hand to pick the paper from her daughter's hands. His dead and tired eyes looked over the exam, then to her daughter, then the exam again, before looking at Luka again.

And without warning, with an open palm, the man hit the cheek with strength, making the girl lose balance and getting her to cover the area that received the impact.

Her heart sunk and Luka froze, clenching her jaw and trying to hold back the tears that formed in her eyes.

I̷n̷ ̷p̷a̷i̷n̷,̷ ̷I̷ ̷s̷c̷r̷e̷a̷m̷ ̷y̷o̷u̷ ̷s̷e̷e̷?̷

"You've been careless because of your friends." The man would say, with a severe tone while he squished and crushed the paper with his strong hand. "Go to your room. You're going to give me your phone. And you aren't going to have access to social media until school is over. You must focus on your studies to be the best. Always the best. You can't forget about it if you want to inherit everything."

The girl couldn't even speak. Speechless and feeling her throat close on herself tightly. It hurt- choking on her own pride to not show any kind of feeling hurt, a lot.

She would bow before disappearing from his sight. At some point the fruit of her efforts would make her gain the ████ of her parents…no?

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺,𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢���𝘥 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸

The girl, curious, always wanting to learn. She was grateful she had a home. She was grateful to have food, have anything she needed, have access to the knowledge she wanted to seek, but there was always the lack of something.

Effort here, effort there. Sometimes better, sometimes worse. Screams, glances of disapproval, the disappointment in their faces, the physical pain when she couldn't meet their expectations.

For a brighter future. For a future filled with fortune. For a future in which she would take the reins of the company, so that she could be at the peak.

𝘈𝘩𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺,𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 “𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥” “𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦" 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮

"Father. I got the best grades in class." She didn't smile and she wasn't happy. There was a void, apathy replacing the feelings she once experienced. But she still held those papers, always with the results of her best efforts.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 (𝘠𝘦𝘴)

"Very well done, Luka. If you continue like that you will be able to attend the best university of the city. The one I went to, the one your grandfather attended too. With no disappointments." Not even a hug, or a smile, nor a caress that could denote ████. The same tone as always, no matter how many years passed.

𝘍𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰,𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘰𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦! 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦! 𝘖𝘩 𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘈𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦!

Maybe ████ was simply like this and the rest were lies to get to the peak. Maybe ████ was something she didn't deserve. Something she had to push to the side that wouldn't get in the way of her bright future. Something that made her weak.

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺,𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘩𝘩 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

18 years old. She managed to pass the entry exam in the first try.

She didn't have friends, she thought. Meiko was still on her side even when she tried to cut contact to focus on studies. Maybe the only one that still tried to reach to her. Without knowing it, they would go to the same university. But externally, Luka didn't seem to care.

The important thing was to reach the peak, right? That was ████.

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺,𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘩𝘩!

"Very well done, Luka." Her father would say after finding out her daughter passed the entry exam. "I'm proud of you."

That was the first time she heard it, and even then, Luka still felt empty. She didn't feel anything. Not happiness, not sadness, not even being proud of herself.

She should be happy, but perhaps the lack of expression on her father's face made it feel it still wasn't enough. The only thing she felt was the man's hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly before he let go.

Her mother, didn't even congratulate her via text. She wasn't home. She was attending a fashion show she worked for, outside the country. But she guessed she didn't care. She didn't care anymore.

This wasn't enough for her if she wanted to be the best.

𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘈𝘩𝘩 𝘢𝘩𝘩 𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺?

"Father. I'm leaving." Her tone was filled with confidence and determination about leaving all of this while she wrote the note to leave behind. If she really was the best, she didn't need them, she herself would choose what kind of peak she wanted to conquer.

Her mother? Not even at home, but it didn't matter. Not even a message she would send her.

Suitcases packed with all the things she needed to disappear from their life- to break this bond that always felt like a simple formal business, without any remorse.

That maybe this way one day she would find ████.

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English Cover I got the lyrics from.

The original version but Luka cover!

[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.

[jarinodragonage]

Abomination

Spite asks Luka to help free Lucanis from his mind prison. There, she learns things that turn her world on its head.

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When Spite told Luka that he needed help, the last thing she expected was to be pulled into Lucanis’ mind. As a dwarf, it was already unfamiliar enough whenever she spoke to Solas in “dreams.” She just kept getting involved in stranger and stranger occurrences.

She and Spite were in the Ossuary, though it differed somewhat. For one, there were no venatori to be found and the edges of the space seemed to fizzle away into nothingness. A muted grey washed across her vision, drowning everything in a muddled lack of color.

“LUCANIS IS HERE. ALWAYS,” Spite growled. “BEHIND LOCKED DOORS. I CAN’T BREAK THROUGH.”

Was Lucanis’ mind trapped here? If so, Luka would do what she could to free him. She might be frustrated with him, but he was still her friend.

Before long, the pair of them came across someone. It was Caterina.

“Rook…where is my grandson? You told me you would bring him back to me,” she said, distraught.

“I…did, though?” Luka asked.

“That is not my grandson,” she spat. “That is an abomination.”

Spite inhaled sharply. “TENDERNESS AND TERROR. RAGE AND RELIEF. OLD, STALE FEAR OF DISAPPOINTMENT.”

Luka’s eyes narrowed. “Is this some sort of spirit? Something that has Lucanis trapped?”

“NO,” Spite answered, “LUCANIS IS MINE. THEY WOULDN’T DARE. THOUGHTS LIVE HERE. IDEAS. FEELINGS.”

“So it’s his idea of Caterina…” Luka muttered.

Clearly, he worried what his grandmother would think of him now. She needed to convince her to let her pass.

“Demon or no, he’s still your family,” she told the First Talon. “He’s all you have left. That should be what matters.”

She gripped her cane and lowered her gaze. “My poor boy…” she murmured. “He must be suffering so much.”

“Let me pass,” Luka implored. “I can help him.”

Caterina blinked slowly before disappearing in a flash of light.

Sighing, she and Spite continued further in. Harsh whispers and voices echoed throughout the space, the words practically dripping down the walls. They seemed to be memories of his time in the prison.

Soon, they came upon Harding standing before a door.

“Don’t worry, Rook. I’ve got my eye on the prisoner.”

Luka frowned. “He’s not a prisoner, Harding. Not anymore.”

Lace shook her head in amusement. “Don’t you see, Rook? There’s no Lucanis anymore, if there ever was. All that’s left is the demon. You should be glad he’s trapped.”

Luka’s eyebrows drew together and her voice lowered. “You don’t really think that. The real Harding is kind and understanding. She’s moved past her initial trepidation and has come to care for Lucanis, just as we all have.

“You’re making a mistake,” Harding said quietly.

“Even so, it’s my choice to make,” Luka asserted. “Step aside.”

“Just…be careful,” the smaller dwarf said as she faded away.

Luka let out a heavy sigh. Did Lucanis really think so lowly of himself? That wasn’t the impression she’d gotten at all.

She glanced over at Spite before pressing forward.

They came upon Illario next. Luka balled her hands into fists. Fucking Illario. He was the reason Lucanis was in this mess in the first place. If it weren’t for him, he never would have been captured or tortured by Zara. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t be saddled with Spite.

“Rook,” he said in a voice smooth as butter, “You’re too good to be wasting your time in a place like this.”

Luka gave a wry chuckle. “If you think that, then you know nothing about me.”

There was nothing good about her. Nothing worthwhile.

Spite growled slightly. “SHARP. JAGGED EDGES. HURT WITH EVERY BREATH. GRIEF AND RELIEF. HOPE AND ANGER. MIXED.”

“Lucanis doesn’t owe you the time of day,” Luka spat.

“HE. PUT. US. HERE,” Spite bit out, voicing his agreement.

Illario leaned a bit closer. “You should save yourself while you can. If you don’t leave now, it will only cause more grief later.”

“Illario, you’re a fucking coward,” she growled. “Move your ass now before I make you move.”

He scoffed. “You have no idea what the consequences will be.” He then began to disappear from existence.

Luka wished she could make the real Illario pay for everything he’d done. She let out a deep breath before heading forward. Soon enough, she and Lucanis would have their revenge. She just needed to get him out of here first.

As they approached the next room, Spite said, “WE’RE CLOSE.”

Good. The sooner they could free Lucanis, the better.

When they reached the next door, however, Luka stopped in her tracks. Her jaw fell open and she took a half step back.

She was staring straight ahead at her own reflection.

What…what was she doing here?

Spite inhaled deeply before speaking. “STRANGENESS AND CHARM. SOMETHING FAMILIAR AND FOREIGN AT THE SAME TIME. WITH A LITTLE GUILT.”

Her reflection smiled at her and put her hand on her hip. “What are you doing here? You know Lucanis is a lost cause.”

Luka continued to gape at her mirror image before she pulled herself together. “That’s not true. He’s my friend and I’m going to free him.”

“Lying to yourself won’t do any good.” Her copy smirked. “Remember how he left us standing there, lost and uncertain? He wanted to kiss us but he chickened out. Because he’s a coward.”

“What?” she asked quietly.

What was she talking about?

“Even he knows we’re too good for him. He knows he could never offer anything of value. And he’s right.”

Luka stood there stock-still, trembling ever so slightly. Lucanis thought that? She’d been so sure he’d been stringing her along, playing hard to get, but the truth…the truth was he doubted his own self-worth. Doubted whether he was worthy of her.

“Besides,” the other Luka continued, “he’s possessed by a demon. We shouldn’t have to deal with that mess.”

“You’re wrong!” Luka shouted and the copy of her faltered. “Lucanis is more than his faults. He’s worth saving.”

“And what of the risks?” taunted the mirror. “Why would you endanger yourself for an abomination?”

Luka gave a sardonic laugh. “You know nothing about me if you think I’m scared of a little risk.”

Her copy gritted her teeth and yelled, “He’ll hurt you! Just like he did before!”

Luka marched right up to her duplicate and stared her down, nose to nose. “I. Don’t. Care.”

Sighing, the doppelganger closed her eyes. “It’s your funeral,” she said as she vanished in a flash of light.

Once her mirror image disappeared, Luka took a moment to calm herself. She could still hardly believe the things she’d heard. Why did Lucanis think so highly of her? She wasn’t anyone special. She wasn’t someone worth protecting. And yet Lucanis thought he didn’t deserve to be close to her. That he was no more than a liability.

Softly, she asked Spite, “Are we almost there?”

“CLOSE. VERY CLOSE.”

Shutting her eyes, she let out a deep sigh.

“Okay. Let’s go get him.”

When they finally found Lucanis, he turned toward them slowly and appeared confused. “Rook…what are you doing here?”

“I had to find you. To make sure you were okay.”

He frowned. “You should go. It’s better if I stay here than risk losing you.”

“YOU SEE?” Spite shouted, his lips curling into a snarl. “HE BREAKS. OUR AGREEMENT. HE WANTS. TO STAY HERE. SO HE KEEPS. ME HERE!”

“Mierda! Why would I want to stay here? Even in my head, this place is a nightmare!”

“Yes, but…it’s a nightmare you already defeated…” Luka said slowly. “I get it now. As bad as the Ossuary was, it was better than the alternative.”

“What alternative?” Lucanis snapped.

“The Ossuary, Zara…those problems you could solve with a blade. But healing again? Living as an abomination? There’s no simple answer there. And if you fail, you could hurt the ones you love.”

Luka paused for a moment. Was she really so conceited to believe Lucanis loved her? She had seen Harding here as well and she knew Lucanis didn’t harbor feelings for her…

It didn’t seem to matter. Her words appeared to have hit the nail on the head.

“No!” Lucanis shouted. “This is not…” He let out an angry growl. “Damn it, Rook!”

Spite tried to yell at Luka to make Lucanis leave, but she had to explain that it wasn’t that simple. That people can’t just change on a dime. The three of them continued to speak for a while, eventually coming to the agreement that Spite and Lucanis would forge an alliance. That they would work together to free Caterina.

In the end, Lucanis stepped into the space Spite occupied and Luka watched as their overlapping bodies eventually merged into one being.

Just as quickly as she had been pulled into the mindscape, Luka was thrust from it, forced to come to her senses.

Teia and Viago checked on the pair of them, explaining that they’d both spaced out for a few moments.

“You’re sure you’re all right?” Teia asked skeptically.

“We’re fine, Teia,” Lucanis assured her. “Don’t waste your worry on us.”

The other Crows seemed hesitant to let the issue go, but they didn’t say anything further.

As they left the restaurant, Luka hung back behind Lucanis. She stared at his back, her eyes locked on him.

She thought about asking him about what she saw in there, about the things the other her had said…

Later.

He had enough on his mind as it was. She could wait a little longer.

—

I wanted to do my take on the Inner Demons quest. Here it is!

[dansconcepts]

Pink-Tipped Locks And Guitarists Rock

Or Adrien gets his hair dyed by everyone's fav guitarist (this is shamelessly Lukadrien fluff).

|◁ II ▷|

"Are you sure about this, Adrien?" The blonde nods. Luka continues to strum his hands through his (soon to not fully be!) blond hair, humming his acknowledgement. He chuckles under his breath.

“What’s so funny?” Adrien asks, but his smile is wide. It’s silent for a few minutes, with Luka grabbing a fistful of his hair gently, before replying, “I was pretty surprised by how soft your hair was.” He confesses. 

Adrien shrugs. “I’m a model. Not that it’s a requirement, but too many ads seem to emphasize how soft my hair is or whatever, so it is what it is.” 

The musician hums once more before he feels the bristles of a comb being moved up and down rhythmically. 

“I think it’s kind of strange...?” Adrien continues, “I don’t mind though. I do like my hair looking and feeling nice. But…” He motions his hand in a circle around his face. “I think it would look nicer if it was a little messier, you know?” 

He can’t help but grin a little evilly at that one. An inside joke only he and his kwami would have. 

A soft pat on his head is his only warning before his head shakes under the weight of Luka’s hand. He can feel the laughter welling inside him as he chuckles loudly, feeling light even as his product-filled hair is un-modelfied. Hell, if anything, that’s probably his favourite fact about all this. 

“Lu-ka!”  He yelps, but he’s grinning wildly. 

At the sound of his name, he’s suddenly turned around by the shoulders and held under the scrutiny of Luka’s gaze and his calloused hands. 

Blue eyes meet green. “...Interesting.” Luka murmurs. 

His hands rub his neck almost instinctively under the sudden spotlight. “Is that a good thing?”

Luka’s serene smile widens. “It’s different.”

“I ask one question and get an unrelated answer.” He teases playfully. “What, chat got your tongue?” He almost purrs, lips spilled out in a manner almost vindictive, if it weren’t for the creases along his eyes. 

He gets a surprised expression as a response, and he pulls away immediately. 

Sorry. Is ready to spill from his mouth. 

Why did he think he could get away with acting like that? 

“You know,” Luka interrupts. He looks more pensive than upset, but he can never be too sure. His pale lips are pressed together in this way he’s sure meant something. Impatience, maybe? 

“You sounded almost exactly like Chat Noir there.” Teal eyes roam over his body from head to toe. Luka nods to himself, affirming something with the quick check. “Look like him, even.”

He can say does that mean I look pawsitively handsome? 

Instead- because unlike Ladybug thinks, he’s not entirely impulsive- he spits out, “What can I say? I’m a fan.” which, okay, not that much better, but better than nothing. 

Luka seems to step out of his stupor and nods at him. He takes a few seconds to just blink at him, for another reason he doesn't know yet. 

“I am too.” 

And Adrien's cognizance has left the station. He laughs nervously, and he hopes the half-baked "ha. Ha. Ha." doesn't show through, but he does sound like he's uncomfortable. He instinctively winces. Luka seems to take pity on him and softens. Gently, he twists Adrien back around before chiming, "Now time to get your hair tipped and you can tell me all about being such a Chat Noir fan, Adrien."

He could not be any more glad he wasn't facing the musician anymore. 

It would've been too dist-cat-ing. 

He could hear Ladybug's familiar groan in his head and even he could concede that one was pretty clawful. 

"What's there to talk about? I just think he's the cat's meow. Wouldn't you agree?"

Luka gently massaged his hair and if he were Chat, he swears he would've started purring. Instead, he leans into the soft touch. 

"Adrien." Luka calls out, soft, but firm. "I'll need you to be a little more still than that so I can apply the bleach." 

The boy in question turns around slowly to notice black-painted nails dangling a brush a few centimetres away from a dish. He chuckles, embarrassed.

"Oh, sorry."

Luka chuckles. "It's cute. You're like an affectionate kitten. But do try to keep your head facing the front, hm?" 

He nods a little too enthusiastically on his part, and the chk-chk-trk of the foil around him gave him all the warning he needed not to melt. He did want to get that tipped hair, after all.

Even if father won't approve. 

But he trusts Luka. It’s only temporary, even if it lasts a while. At least he could do his own hints of rebellion the Adrien Agreste way (since he certainly won't be telling his father about Chat Noir’s way...). 

Almost too soon, it’s over. His hair was painted and it was left to dry after a whole blow drying session. And good riddance, he's gotta admit. He was kind of getting a little antsy, because even with modelling he can at least have some sense of mobility, but really, one hour compared to a few and a cool new look? Definitely one of the better trade offs he's ever gotten out of sitting still. 

"There. It's not completely dry yet, but what do you think of it so far?" His temporary hairstylist of the day asks.

"Hmm. I don't know. Think you have a mirror I could use to actually see it?" He replies snarkily with a shit-eating grin. It just came out, but he doesn't try to hide it anymore. He catches Luka's eye briefly as Luka steps around him, his lips pulled into a smirk. 

"Gotcha. Just give me a sec!" The musician yells out as he rummages through his cupboards, before finally pulling out a quaint mirror with a black cat-themed rim.

"Huh. You really are a Chat Noir fan." Adrien muses nonchalantly, but internally preens at the sight.

Luka laughs it off easily with a fond look at the object (or at least, he's pretty sure that was what it was) before explaining, "Heh. Juleka got it for me as a joke." 

"Do you treat it as a joke?" He replies. He swallows, hoping to ignore how his voice sounded like a kicked puppy just then and the thought of the object being used to make fun of his superhero persona. 

"Of course not. It's probably one of the silliest gifts, but not meaningless to me." The mainly-black haired boy defends immediately. The now-partly blond boy's shoulders relax at the quick admission. "Although, the green doesn't match my aesthetic nearly as well as the black does."

"I don't know, I think black, blue and green could go really well together." 

He thinks of Viperion's costume, and despite the blazing face he gets whenever he thinks about it, it's an image that supports his argument well.

"I suppose you're right. But pink and yellow make a beautiful combination too, Adrien. You were right to pick it." 

Jade eyes dart toward the mirror. His eyes settle on the foreign colour in his hair and his heart stutters.

"Whoa..." He exclaims, openly admiring how his yellow locks are complimented nicely by the soft, strawberry pink Luka picked out.

"This is awesome, thanks Luka!"

"No trouble at all, Adrien. This was… calming... to do."

[sillychatonnoir]

✨️Lukadrinette scenario✨️

—

There's a particular vibe that all three of them enjoy more than anything in this world. That moment when Marinette is sewing one of her new designs, and the sound of the sewing machine's mechanism creates a somewhat soothing melody, Marinette's machine is kind of loud, but Luka and Adrien are not afraid of some noise. The constant sound is comforting because it's the sound of their girlfriend's passion. Luka hums some melody that Adrien can't recognize, but he figures the musician will be showing them the new song as soon as Marinette can allow herself a break. Adrien's eyes are closed, he hears the sewing machine and he is close enough to enjoy the humming, he has his own contribution, Luka is softly scratching his head, playing with his hair, so the influence of his miraculous kicks in and he starts to purr.

Sewing machine. Humming. Purring.

It would be so easy for that to turn into a disgusting cacophony, an overwhelming mix of sounds, but the pitch is just right in every single one of them to make it a harmony instead, all of them contributing to the lovely vibe in the room that makes them feel just like home.

[vxlenst3in]

Bubbles and Love

After receiving a hefty punishment by the aliens, for breaking the "no dating" rule, you just wanted to take a relaxing bubble bath to calm down. Mr. Goldie Locks aka Luka had other plans.

tags/warnings: fem!reader x luka, bathtub sex, gentle sex, lots of praising, tooth rotting fluff before they fuck, mentions of punishment, mentions of death in like one sentence, luka worships the ground you walk on (not literally) (yet), mentions of toys, luka is a man who likes to grab what can i say, penetration, no protection

wordcount: 1.3k-ish again..

authors note: hiyaa! after waiting like 5 months, i've finally wrote a part 2 for my punishment - luka x fem reader fic. i decided to go for the gentle bathtub sex, that someone requested a few days ago. it just felt better to write smth gentle after the rough first part. kylie, i know ur gonna see this, i will work on all the freaky luka fics after this and your ideas will be used!! don't you worry :) it isn't required to read the initial fanfic to understand this part 2, but not reading it might cause confusion here and there, so yeah.

You let out a heavy groan, as you sank into the warm water beneath you. It was over. The punishment was finally over. You repeated in your head over and over again. No matter how pleasurable it was, the post-nut clarity hit the second you got off stage. It certainly took a toll on your mental health, but you were sure it was going to be okay over time. For now you were going to enjoy the lovely bubble bath, you had prepared for yourself, and no one was going to disturb y-

“Hi there.”

The sudden voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Out of reflex you pulled your hands out of water, causing it to splash the mysterious person next to the bathtub. It wasn’t until you turned your head to them, that you saw the soaked gold locks covering parts of their face. Beneath the hair, you could make out a smug grin and even the blonde lashes peeked through.

“Ah” He chuckled. “Just put new clothes on, now I’m all soaked again..” With each word the realization slowly hit you. It was just your boyfriend. And you just splashed him with water. He pushed back the soaked hair strands, revealing the rest of his pretty face.

“You could’ve knocked or something- What are you doing here anyway?” You exclaimed, feeling a little guilty, even though it technically wasn’t your fault. He was the one who sneaked up on you!

“Well, I missed you!” He confessed. Even though the confession was rather teasing, than anything.

“We were strapped together just an hour ago, and you already miss me?”

“How dare a man miss his girlfriend? Anyway, bathing without me? How rude” Luka shot you his signature smirk. One that you’d normally see right before you receive a bullet through your body.

Before you could even reply, the blonde was already taking off his clothes. You let out a defeated sigh, as you scooted over to make space for him in the bathtub. It was truly a mystery how he always managed to find the energy for all of this. Luka never seemed to show any kind of exhaustion, and it was worrying.

His clothes landed somewhere on the bathroom floor. No matter how many times you saw him with little to no clothing, you never got used to it. Something about his body, that just made your heart beat faster and leave your mouth dry. He felt the same about you, every dip and curve on your body, every mole, freckle and inch of it just made you look beyond ethereal. Not that he only wanted you for your body.

After Luka settled behind you, both of his hands were already pulling you back by the waist. The blonde let out a satisfied sigh, when he felt your back press flush against his chest. The noises from outside of the bathroom were suddenly starting to drown out, it was just the two of you in this moment. When he finally settled his hands on your thighs comfortably, you gently turned your head to listen to his heartbeat. As expected, it sounded like it was gonna beat out of his chest. His golden eyes stared down at you, before pushing a few strands of hair out of your face. He caught himself genuinely smiling. What a loverboy…

In the shock of this “moment of weakness”, he quickly had to retort to something that would distract him. Your eyes followed his hands, as they scooped up some bubble foam. Before you could even process it, he had put it on his face in the form of a mustache. You could only raise your eyebrows at the action.

“You’re a dork, you know that?”

“You love meeee~” Luka singsang, his proud smirk returning.

He looked silly, and adorable at the same time. Not that you were ever going to admit it. Not that you had a chance to, when you suddenly felt his hands run up and down your body. Squeezing and paying extra attention to his favorite parts of you. What a needy man.

“You can’t be serious, Luka” A judging look formed on your face, not that he cared.

“So very serious, love.”

“At least get rid of that bubble mustache..”

“Fine…” He sighed in defeat.

—

“Easy now. Still so sensitive, my love.” Luka cooed at you, while slowly sinking you down on his dick. His hands resting on the fat of your hips to have a better grip on you. Your own breath got caught in your lungs. The vibrator from earlier pulled however many orgasms out of you, so everything was, in fact, still sensitive. The stretch of his dick felt more painful than usual, and you weren’t sure how you were going to get it any further.

Luka on the other hand felt like he could already cum. His dick twitched repeatedly, while he slowly sank you down on him. He was aware of your pain, and for once, felt sorry about it. Unlike all the other times where he’d enjoy seeing the tears stream down your face. This time, he wanted to make this as enjoyable as possible for you. Only gentle love was in his mind, as he heard your little whines. “I know…Oh, I know~” He whispered into your ear, while pressing soft kisses down your shoulder. “Almost there, sweet girl. Doin such a good job for me..”

When you finally reached the base, both of you could only groan out. His words went straight to your heat, pulsating around him ever so slightly. It didn’t take long before he started moving, it wasn’t exactly a thrusting motion, but more of a grinding one. Luka simply couldn’t find the strength to move his hips anymore than that, and neither could you. But it was enough, enough to feel heightened pleasure from the earlier overstimulation.

His hands began roaming again, while he continued to press kisses to your upper body. The purple fingertips knew every spot to make you feel even better, with just simple actions. He was talented, in many ways.

“Luka…! Feels good…” You moaned out. Your hand finding one of his to intertwine them.

“Yeah? Feels good for me too, sweetheart..You look so pretty” He praised, happily intertwining his fingers with yours. The sight below him was beautiful. His lovely girlfriend all splayed out for him like this? He never thought he could be in such a vulnerable state around someone, while still feeling comforted and happy.

With each roll of his hips, a jolt of pleasure got sent through his nerves. By now, his grinding had also found your g-spot, but if that wasn’t enough, his previous roaming hand had found its way to your clit, gently rubbing it in circles. God, he was close, and he needed you to be as well.

“Sweetheart…so close, you gonna cum with me?” He breathed into your ear, his hot breath tickling it. You could only nod in agreement, as you slowly felt the knot in your stomach build up. His touch was so endlessly gentle, yet he made you feel so high with pleasure, you couldn’t explain it. The water, which was barely warm at this point, was the only noise that could be heard in between moans and whines.

The gentle rubs on your clit slowly turned into more rough ones, while the roll of his hips got faster as well. Luka buried his face in the crook of your neck, as he chased his high. “I love you…” He murmured into your neck right before cumming. It didn’t take long before your own high hit you, and you came with his last words echoing through your head.

Luka didn’t even realize it until a good minute after. Those words slipped out in the heat of the moment, not that he didn’t mean it, it was just-

“I love you too, Luka.”

©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[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.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[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.