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night-chant · 11 months

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Temporary Trouble, Permanent Promise (MLQC One-Shot)

Hello hello greetings it’s me :) Thank you @krishastumblernow for this request! I hope you like it!! It is really refreshing and fun talking about MLQC and Lucien with you :))) He is such an interesting love interest (To this day, I still have no idea what goes on in his mind lool)

Featuring: Lucien x afab reader

Word Count: 3103

Summary: Lucien observed that you were in deep thought again, lost in your own world. Fortunately, he had methods to bring you back into his arms and to ensure that nothing would steal you away from him again.

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact please! I beg)

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The late afternoon sky was clear and beautiful but why was your mind not feeling the same way?

Last week, Anna and Kiki were snooping into your love life for the umpteenth time ever since they had spotted your frequent visits to the university carrying pastries that they craved so badly.

“I knew the gardenia bouquet was from Professor Lucien!” Kiki squealed at the occupied vase on your desk.

You sighed. “Anna, please tell me you don’t take part in office gossip too.”

She managed a sheepish smile. “But how has he been treating you? You've been together for almost a year now. How many dates have you gone on?”

With your mysterious boyfriend, a coincidental encounter often ended up as one. It was kind of hard to link a number with that. Wait, why were you even entertaining Anna’s question?

“What is this, an interrogation?” you asked in a huff, hoping they did not catch the waver in your voice. “It doesn’t matter. We haven’t really gone on one for a while now.”

Anna contemplated that scrap of information. “That makes sense. It is students’ midterm season afterall and who knows what sort of complicated research he could be working on? It was so hard to even arrange a time for him to be our consultant for the next show.”

Kiki pinched your cheek as you wrung a magazine tightly. “Don’t worry! He made time to send flowers for you. I’m sure another date will be set or I’m gonna make sure of it! Maybe some sort of amusement park, the beach or maybe Netflix and chill---”

You bonked her head with the rolled-up magazine. “I thought I gave you enough proposals to draft up to keep you busy, Kiki!”

Anna hastily steered Kiki away before the list could become more inappropriate for a workplace environment.

“Fine! Fine! Just make sure he is not dating his work instead!” Kiki called back, her last words echoing in your mind.

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The click of silverware broke the trance and brought you back to the cafe where you sat across from your boyfriend in a secluded table at the corner away from the lively chatter.

“It seems like you have stirred your drink into a little caffeinated whirlpool,” Lucien said, amusement evident across his lips.

Instantly, you dropped the slim spoon, spilling droplets of lukewarm coffee over your fingers. “Ah! Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“First at my lecture and now here. What am I going to do with my silly girl?” Feigning a helpless sigh, Lucien gestured for your hand. His dark bangs hung low as he concentrated on patting a napkin across your skin.

You scowled. “You mean your 8 o’clock lecture.”

“Hm, perhaps I need to resort to other methods that will keep your eyes on me.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly, silencing your grumbling. Lucien’s sensual purple eyes did not break contact with yours as his tongue swiped over the last drop of coffee on your skin.

You drew your hand away before anyone nearby would notice. “H-Hey!”

Lucien let out a chuckle with his smiling eyes. He would snatch every single opportunity he got just to see your face burn pink. It didn’t help how easy it was for him either. No matter how much you prepared for his sudden attacks, he would always manage to surprise you, whether it was when he prepared dinner with you or when he laid beside you in bed.

Just like the sly fox he was.

Lucien adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt before leaning forward. “Well, now that I have your undivided attention, why don’t you tell me what is on your mind, Kris?”

Despite his ever-attentive nature, you weren’t afraid to try to escape, undiscovered. “Nothing worth noting,” you simply said, fidgeting with strands of your hair under his scrutiny.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? I would not consider it ‘nothing’ if it stole your attention from me --- not once but twice today.”

If he stared a moment longer, you might’ve caved in. His dark overcoat hung over his chair but it easily reminded you of his long white lab coat, of his status as a professor, neuroscientist---heck, even as a consultant. They all reminded you of his duties, responsibilities and surely as a result, the inevitable workload.

Instead, you grabbed your cup and downed the last of your coffee as you hastily shrugged into your coat. “I-It really doesn’t matter. Let’s go home.”

Studying your every move, Lucien let you put his coat over him and drag him out of the cafe in silence.

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The bright red and orange leaves swirled through the cool breeze down the streets of Loveland City. The calling geese soared across the sunset toward the direction of the south. The scenery did its best to distract you but it was too late.

Suddenly, a warm hand held yours and you looked up at Lucien, whose eyes were unreadable. You two stopped walking in the middle of the vacant walkway by the river, barely able to hear the calls of the geese that were now so far away so quickly.

“Something is troubling your mind,” Lucien insisted, reaching for your other hand, shielding them both from the frigid air. “I can’t help but seek the answers to your worries.” He managed a tender smile. “Your scowl is endearing but I prefer your lovely smile the most.”

His quiet, pleading eyes were going to be the death of you. You couldn’t help but smile the smile he cherished above all. It encapsulated the innocence that he would do anything to preserve from the crooked world. He was patient, caring, and intelligent. Maybe, just maybe, it would be unreasonable to turn away from his offer of support.

“I’ve been just thinking . . .” you began but trailed off, fidgeting with his hands that were much larger than you own.

“An awful lot, unfortunately.”

You held your gaze with his. “Y-You’re not dating your work, are you?”

For a long moment, Lucien did not speak. The breeze was tousling his stubbornly straight hair, rustling his long coat, and rippling the waves of the river. His eyes narrowed as he analyzed your expression as if it was a complex thesis.

Then he let out a soft laugh.

“So you’ve been scowling all day and lost in your thoughts all because you convinced yourself that I am unfaithful to my dear girlfriend?”

Sheepishly, you rubbed your arm. “Now that you phrased it like that, it really does sound silly.” When he tried to suppress his chuckle, you pouted. “Okay, now you’re making fun of me.”

You were about to turn away, but he caught your wrist.

“Now, now, there’s no need to turn from me. I still need you so.”

“No, you don’t. You need your work more,” you said but you couldn’t stop the small smile forming when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, nudging your scarf aside with his chin until his lips had access to your bare skin. You giggled against his insistent kisses, squirming from the cold.

“Although I admit I have been busier than usual,” he mused, “it was to ensure that my weekend is free. My weekends are always reserved for you. I will make time for you no matter what.” He turned you around, the last rays of sunlight gleaming against his deep purple gaze. “However, I can’t read your mind, so you will have to let me know what your heart desires from me.” He leaned close to your ear. “And I will provide whatever way I can.”

You blinked, your senses sharpened at his soothing voice and determined devotion. When you didn’t respond, Lucien caressed your hands again. “Ah, it seems like I have not convinced my silly girl.” Before you could protest, he pulled you along, resuming the interrupted stroll down the waterway. “What shall I ever do with you?”

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There were wonderful perks of dating your next-door neighbour. It almost felt like you were living together, judging by how often you visited each other for simple domestic reasons. You would drop by to water Lucien’s plants, especially since he had convinced you that they grew vibrantly whenever you were around. He would invite you over for dinner after you two went grocery shopping the day before. Sometimes, you two would share coffee on separate balconies, both leaning on the railing, subconsciously, trying to be close even in the early morning.

Tonight, Lucien triumphed as he proposed to invite you over before you could offer the same yourself. I will beat him next time, you promised to yourself as he motioned you inside. You removed your thick coat, deeply sighing into the comforting warmth of Lucien’s apartment, the scent of cinnamon and lavender wafted to you. You started wandering down the hallway, failing to notice how he was locking the door and flipping the latch over the door frame with his eyes trained on your figure, as if the great big fox finally cornered the oblivious rabbit.

“I left some lettuce in your fridge yesterday,” you mused as you stretched your arms over your head, realizing how stiff you had gotten because of the filming sessions lately. “Maybe we can start with that for dinner. Mm, what goes well with lettuce?” No answer. “Lucien?”

Unfortunately, your momentarily raised arms left you vulnerable as a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucien pressed his nose along the side of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. This did not seem to be the same Lucien as the one at the walkway. This time, a lingering presence of possession hovered in the air.

“Wait, Lucien??” You tried to squirm out of his grasp, but it was futile against his strength. He always wore that flowing lab coat, making you forget how much muscle was hidden from plain sight. Although your heart was racing, his warmth was soothing as if determined to alleviate the initial panic. “W-What are you doing?”

You could feel Lucien hum against your exposed skin. His soft hair brushing your cheek as his hands began drifting upwards. “I have drawn my conclusions,” he murmured in your ear. “I know what I shall do with you.”

Lucien’s voice was too close to your sensitive ear. He tightened his embrace when you weakly struggled again. “Are you trying to run away from me? After your accusation of my unfaithfulness?” He sighed. “You are truly cruel.”

“I-Is that what this is all about? I wasn’t! That was not what I meant to do!” you protested as you looked over your shoulder, only to find his amused smile and darkening eyes.

You pouted, frustrated you still fell for it. “Hey, you’re just teasing me! Again!” You were about to call him some creative names but his lips met yours, silencing your train of thought in an instant.

Little did you know that you had always managed to turn such a tranquil professor into a competitive madman with your unintentional provocations. You still thought he was just teasing you even when his hands were all over your body, from tracing your collarbone to squeezing your inner thighs? He’d make sure you retract your words. As every second passed, the gentleness of the kiss slowly but surely became more passionate and dominating, revealing his inner desire.

You were beginning to feel light-headed and tugged at his sleeve, hoping to take a very much needed breath of air. However, Lucien was insistent that you learn your lesson for doubting the true extent of his love for you, as nothing was more of a priority than his own queen. He yearned for your lips more than he ever yearned for air. His greedy hands craved to feel you more intimately than your clothes were allowing him.

By the time you were able to successfully push his broad shoulders away to breathe, you realized your back was not pressed against his chest anymore, but on a soft comforter instead. Lucien had discarded his overcoat long ago and he was loosening his tie. The blue moonlight streaming through the translucent curtains emphasized his defined biceps and abdomen as he threw his dress shirt behind him.

Lucien was towering over you on his bed, his arms at both sides of your face and his knee between your thighs. Slowly, he stroked your silky hair from your face. His distinct scent surrounded you, overwhelming your senses as it engulfed your own.

Feeling self-conscious, you tried to turn your head to the side to break the intense stare but his slender index finger halted your meek attempt.

“There’s no need to be shy anymore,” Lucien murmured. “It is just the two of us.” The lightning of frustration had long vanished from your veins. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, praying to survive his abundant hunger for you.

Yet your thighs pressed against his leg, your body was instinctively willing to appease his demands.

Lucien ran his lips across your neck, his soft breath fanning over your sensitive skin. “I love you so much, more than anything,” he whispered. “Why won’t you believe me? What must I do to convince such a stubborn heart?”

You made a feeble attempt to pull your sweater off but to no avail with the position you found yourself in, trapped in your boyfriend’s possessive grasp.

“I don’t hear an answer.” Delight creeped into his voice. “I can’t read minds, silly. Tell me what you desire.”

You couldn’t help but let out a whimper, not knowing you ignited a darker desire deep within Lucien. He was being so unfair. With your glossy eyes and small pout, you said, “Please, help me, Professor. It feels too warm.”

One second, your body felt stuffy in thick cotton. The next second, cool air rushed over your chest and stomach. You gasped, almost missing the sound of ripping from your sweater. Hasty fingers pulled your long skirt and tights off, leaving them to pool below your dangling feet. Lucien pressed his toned chest over yours, shielding you from the autumn chill before it could rob your body of warmth.

“Is that all?” he prompted as you squirmed for any sort of friction but he remained still, awaiting your words.

You whined as you clawed your straps off your shoulders. “It’s still too hot, please, take it all off.”

“As you wish.”

Lucien kissed your shoulder as he unclipped and slipped your bra off, caressing your chest, a bit rougher than expected. You whined again and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your impatience. Yanking your undergarment away, he was about to give you another hungry kiss, but you put your palm over his firm chest. His eyes darkened at your sudden refusal yet his smile indicated he was very much entertained by your trembling movements.

“And what else must I do to win your affections, my dear?” Lucien asked, his steady tone almost couldn’t hide his wild instincts to ravish you completely. Then, he felt your thighs shifting against his dress pants. He let out a chuckle. The ringing of his brass buckle and rustling as he removed the rest of his clothes felt much louder in his usually silent bedroom.

As Lucien was slowly pushing himself in you, you hummed with pleasure. “Faster, Lucien,” you pleaded. Despite the contrasting size difference, you didn’t care. You wanted all of him now. Your welcoming arms felt so inviting as he was pulled right on top of you suddenly, eliciting a groan from him due to your tightness. You let out a moan as you felt the friction you craved from his steady thrusts.

As Lucien marked you with multiple lovebites over your throat and chest, your fingers ran through his hair, dishevelling it into something that was sin to professionalism. He was panting, his pale complexion becoming rosy as you kept moaning his name, desperate for his full attention.

Satisfied with the dozen marks, he gave you a passionate kiss, his lustful tongue meeting yours. As you sucked on his in such a shy yet nevertheless seductive way, his thrusts against you grew more erratic.

“Ah Lucien~” you mewled, clawing your dainty nails deep into his broad back while your limp legs jolted around with his every thrust. “P-Please more~”

Your constant pleads seemed to paint you into the insatiable one but his quickening, deep thrusts said otherwise. Lucien could not break the kiss and his unyielding embrace around you.

Suddenly, the inevitable tension within you grew impossibly tight until you reached your high, eyes slowly unfocusing. Your raw moans for Lucien were muffled by his deep, eager kisses as he continued thrusting in, extending the euphoric feeling.

With your remaining strength, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist before you rocked yourself against him. A deep rumble arose from his chest. You broke the kiss (much to his dismay) before you pressed your lips against his ear: “I love you so very much, Lucien.”

The gentle sincerity and the purity of your sweet voice squeezed his pounding heart, driving him over the edge. He groaned against the crook of your neck as you felt the thick and warm sensation deep in your core. Slowly, it started to trickle down your thighs as well.

Neither of you moved from your position as you both gathered your laboured breaths finally. You combed your fingers through Lucien’s hair and he nuzzled against your neck, scattering butterfly kisses across your marked skin.

“I love you more than you will ever know,” your boyfriend murmured, more to himself. He never told you how deep he had fallen for you. He never registered emotions that were this strong in nature before he had met you again after so many years apart. It felt like he fell into an endless abyss, in the realm of the unknown yet there was a sense of comfort indescribable every time you smiled at him.

You pressed your lips onto his forehead to break his trance before craning over to check the clock. “Are you hungry yet? There is still some time to make a quick dinn---Ah, Lucien!”

Before you could get far, his hand pinned your wrists over your head on the mattress. “Yes,” he said, leering at your confused state. “As a matter of fact, I am still very hungry for someone.” Before you could retort against his unreasonableness, he nipped at your ear. “I have reserved my entire weekend to prove my devotion for you, remember? I don’t want to waste any of it until I have thoroughly convinced you with my evidence.”

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kazuyaasai-serenaspencerli · 11 months

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The morning sunrise hits upon your face, making you squint when you open your eyes. Sitting up, you yawn and turn to look beside you. And there he is, sleeping peacefully by your side. A smile forms on your lips as you shift more closer to him. Disheveled hair, calm breathing, his peaceful expression while sleeping. This image of his is stuck inside your head.

How lucky I am to be by your side... You mutter.

Your fingers reaches out and gently stroke his cheek and gave him a soft peck at the tip of his nose

"Good morning, love".

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MORNING

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starrygalaxy04 · 11 months

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"Psycho" {MLQC Lucien x Reader}

Summary : After a bad breakup, you use singing as your coping mechanism. You just happened to be singing a little too loud, and Lucien comes in to check on you and even joins in. (Gavin is an OC, not the MLQC character)

(Song used in this fic is "Psycho" by Taylor Acorn)

(Characters except Reader are not mine, neither is the song!!!)

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You just couldn't keep it together. The anger, the pain, it all was desperate to be set free. Gavin had cheated yet again, a serial cheater in the worst way. This was the last straw, and when you said you were done, he spat the harshest words at you. Called you every single insult in the book that every scorned and unwilling-to-take-accountability boyfriend would throw at his girl before she left.

So now you're back home, your heels cast aside as your Spotify blares from your TV. You know you have neighbors, but can't bring yourself to care as you blare your angry playlist, singing and screaming at the top of your lungs. Your ruined mascara has long dried, and your hair is a mess of tangles. You just keep singing, venting out all of those emotions you could never vent any way else.

A knock on the door breaks you out of your singing binge. Surely it was a neighbor who was about to fuss at you to turn the music down. You huff before opening the door, only to find a concerned Lucien standing behind it. His pale eyes are wistful with a hint of concern as he looks down at you.

"Are you alright? You're blaring your angry songs."

Out of everyone you knew, Lucien was the only one who knew just by the song what playlist you were listening to. He had become so accustomed to your music taste that a single song would tell him entirely how you felt. You don't reply, instead moving aside so he can come in.

He walks in, taking in the state of the living room as you shut the door. There's half eaten take out, which you planned on finishing before you began your singing binge. Your shoes rest in two entirely different places, and your jacket is slung over the back of the couch. The TV is still playing songs from a playlist simply titled "ANGY". Yes, something was definitely wrong.

Lucien looks back at you with furrowed brows as the song changes, your eyes glued to the lyrics scrolling on the screen. Its the staple song you picked out for that good-for-nothing man. Lucien looks at the lyrics then to you, waiting for the damn to break. You're silent til the chorus, and then you begin screaming all over again.

"So, let's play a game

Where I throw a little brick through your pretty little face You're easy on the eyes but you're easier to hate An angel's gonna fall if you come around If my name's still on your tongue, then I'll rip it out

Since I'm already the bad guy in your head, I'll hit you with my car and I'll leave you for dead And I'll always like the view from the high road but baby for you, I'll be your psycho I'll be your psycho

I'll be your psycho

I'll be your psycho"

Lucien seems to easily put two and two together, coaxing you into sitting down as you continue to sing, tears streaming down your face as you scream the chorus one last time. It seems to be cathartic for you, so he lets you. The lyrics don't even seem to phase him as he wraps a comforting arm around you.

He doesn't ask questions as the song ends. He doesn't have to. He simply hands you your takeout, making sure you finish eating before getting you a glass of water. He watches you, makes sure you drink it, before he turns down the volume of the music.

"I assume things went for the worst?" He looks almost sad, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

He had been partly your therapist throughout this entire relationship and had been the first one to suggest that if your ex was standing you up he wasn't the right fit. He hadn't pushed you on it, but you know part of him loves and hates to be proven right. He's proud of you for doing the right thing, but is also here to listen to you. Whether its depressed or sad rambling, or just screaming angry songs to get those emotions out.

"Want me to join in?"

His voice is soft, a smile on his lips. You wordlessly nod, changing the song to something he's more familiar with. You both sing along, albeit much more quietly, spending the night in the comfort of his arms. It would take a while for the wounds to heal, but with Lucien around it didn't seem so bad.

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otonymous · 2 years

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Anytime, Anyplace (MLQC Lucien - NSFW) - Kinktober 2022

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Kinktober prompt #3: Free Use 👀🔥

Lord Luci x Reader in a free use situation = the best type of (wet) daydream, in my humble opinion LOL 🙈😂

Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language and mature themes - reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings include: free use kink, sexual objectification, public sex, masturbation, oral sex, 69, hints of exhibitionism, creampies

Lucien could do anything he wanted with you. Anytime. Anyplace.

He could spread your legs wide across the dining room table if he decided he would rather eat you for breakfast than the buttered toast slowly growing cold before him. Or crawl beneath a desk to bury face and fingers between your legs as you struggle to maintain composure during a Zoom meeting with your colleagues. And you’d be expected to go about your business, working on proposals or wiping down kitchen counters even if his hands found their way down the front of your blouse.

🔥The story continues on my Pa*t*re-on page (please see link in pinned post)! 🔥 Hope you all enjoy it and happy reading! 🥰💕

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darealkatastrophe · 11 months

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This Account is both SFW and NSFW.

*WARNING MINORS DNI, READING 18+ MATERIALS AT THIS AGE WILL CAUSE ISSUES LATER ON IN LIFE. I'M NOT AN PROFESSIONAL, HOWEVER I DID SOME RESEARCH, YOU MAY ALSO DO RESEARCH YOURSELF. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!*

● I write about random things that come in head about the characters I like. I always like to learn new things. These headcanons could be both NSFW and SFW, read at your own risk. That way you can't say I didn't warn you.

● Writing does take time, so does editing meme videos especially if you're me for sure. Some take longer then I'd like to, but better later than never at all.

●I post something like this before but I wrote like 3 things after that which is interesting for me anyways, some still in drafts.

♡ Hope you have a Good Night/ Good Day ♡

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duskvsdawn · 1 year

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MLQC Fanfic - Lucien X Reader

CW: smutty smut huehue

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It’s been another long day of work. Paperwork, shooting, and so on and so forth. You were utterly beyond tired at this point. You yawn as you stretch and lean back in your chair, admiring all the hard work you’ve done today. You look at your phone, that you turned on silent a few hours ago cause you couldn’t focus. You see you have a missed call from Lucien. You sigh and call him back.

“Hey Lucien, you called?”

“Hey [y/n], I did indeed. I was wondering if you’re busy tonight. But since you only called me back just now, I assume you have been.”

“Yeah, sorry… Work’s been really stressful lately. I simply can’t take a break these days.”

“That’s not good. You need to relax from time to time.”

“I know, but… Ohwell…” You say with a sad sigh.

“Tell you what, got any plans for now?”

“Except for showering and jumping straight into bed? Not really.”

“Mind if I join you?” You hear in a mere husky whisper on the other side.

“Wait what?!”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“…I think you did, yes.”

“Oh [y/n] I am so terribly sorry! I should have never said that! I’m so sorry! I uh… Oh would you look at the time! Gotta go, bye!”

*beep, beep, beep*

He hung up. You look at your phone in confusion and then tuck it into your bag, picking it up to leave.

While you walk home you can’t help but think about what Lucien said. Sure, you’ve had a crush on the professor for a while now, and usually he was always pretty upfront with his feelings and thoughts. But you’ve never heard him say anything like that. It did, however, pretty much confirm for you that he feels the same for you. If he really meant what he said, that is. You sigh.

After your little walk, you arrive home. You drop all your stuff on the couch and go upstairs to take a shower. As you take your shower you can’t help but think about what it would be like to have Lucien actually there with you. Your cheeks heat up at the thought. You take a deep breath and turn the water to cold, to try and cool your body down. Which suddenly seems so hot…. Including the part where you kind of want him to touch you most right now. You feel really tempted to touch yourself right now, imagining that he would be the one doing it. You shake your head to get the thought out of your head and get out of the shower. You dry your hair and wrap the other towel around yourself. You walk downstairs to check your phone. A text. And another. And a few more.

“Hey, are you home yet?”

“Where are you?”

“Please answer me!”

“I’m coming over right now!”

You sigh and rub your temples. You’re not sure what to think. You just assume he might be worried about you. You walk to your bedroom to dry yourself off further and put on your pajamas. Just as you finished dressing yourself, fate just seems to be picking on you today as your doorbell rings. You groan in frustration as you’d rather go to bed, but go downstairs to open the door.

“Hey…” Lucien says, out of breath. Looks like he ran to your home.

“Hey Prof, what’s up?” Playing innocent.

“Didn’t you get my texts?”

“I did.”

“Why did you answer? That’s so unlike you.”

“Well I was showering, so it’s kinda hard to reply then, no? And if you don’t mind I kinda want to go to bed now. I am beyond tired.”

“Oh… I see…” Lucien says with a sad smile as he hangs his head in defeat.

You were curious to see how he would reply to you playing hard to get. This wasn’t quite what you expected, to be honest.

“Honestly, shouldn’t you go to bed either? It’s kinda late.”

“Yeah but… I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and just really wanted to be with you…” He whispers as he rubs his neck nervously, a blush creeping onto his cheeks slowly.

“I… Oh… I honestly didn’t expect that…” You say with a smile.

Before you can even realize it, he pulled you into a hug and kissed you. Passionate yet tenderly. You can’t help but give in since this is something you have wanted for a while, after all. You moan against his lips, basically trying to tell him that you want more than just a kiss. He breaks it and looks at you. In his eyes you can see happiness, sadness and something else you can’t quite make out.

“I wanted to do that for so long…” He says with a half sad half happy smile.

“Me too…” You finally admit.

“I really thought you didn’t like me, to be honest.”

“How so?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I don’t know… Sometimes you kind of came across as… Cold, I guess, for lack of a better word.”

“I’m sorry. I can get quite mean when I’m stressed. I really didn’t want to make you think about me like that…”

“Ah, what does it matter now? This is what I’ve wanted forever and I finally have it.” He says with a shy smile and hugs you tighter, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“So uh… Come in I guess?” You say with a chuckle.

“I would love nothing more~” He says as he hangs up his coat on the rack and follows you into the living room.

You walk into the kitchen to make some tea. Lucien follows you like a cute happy puppy, basically. You have never seen him like that before, and it somehow amuses you.

“Would you like some tea as well?” You ask as you pour some hot water into a mug.

“I’d love that. What do you got to offer?”

“I’m taking camellia tea. You want some?”

“Sure thing.”

You pour a mug for him too and give him his mug.

“Thanks.” He says as he follows you back into the living room.

You sit down on the couch and put your mug on the little table. Then you take the remote to turn on the tv. Nothing but boring stuff.

“There’s really nothing on at this hour, huh?” He says.

“Yeah, sadly not. I guess Netflix it is then.”

“Does that mean we get to… Netflix and chill?” He asks with a sly smile as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close.

“I… uh… I guess?” You ask as your face basically turns about 50 shades of red.

“I would love nothing more…~” Lucien says in his usual husky voice, that seems to sound even more erotic to your ears now.

“I…” You merely bring out as you hide your face in his neck in embarrassment.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He whispers into your ear, licking the shell of it and gently biting down on your earlobe, making you shiver under his touch and moan out loud.

“A-ah! Lucien!”

“That’s right sweetheart. Moan my name, just like that…” He says as he gently pushes you onto your back on the couch, hovering himself above you.

You, not being happy about the distance, wrap your arms around him and pull him closer, all the way down. Before you know it he starts attacking your neck and your ears with kisses and bites, making you moan out loud and shiver even more.

“A-ah, please… Don’t… I can’t handle this… It’s too much!” You finally manage to bring out between your gasps and moans of pure delight.

“Looks like I found your weak spots~” He coos, happy with finding it so easily.

“Ahn~ Please… I want more…” You basically beg him with your sweetest voice.

“Sure thing baby.” He says as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. You quickly take yours off as well.

“Oh my…” You say as you drink in the sight before you.

“You’re not looking bad yourself, miss.” He says with a wink as he leans forward again to start attacking your neck again, entangling his hand in yours.

“L-Lucien… Right there…” You beg him as he gently bites and licks at a spot right underneath your ear.

“Hearing you moan my name is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.” He says as his breath starts to get raspy and breathy.

He moves himself in between your legs as you open them for him and instantly you feel how very, very hard he is. And on top of that, he’s pretty damn big. Your mind starts reeling to all kinds of thoughts as to how he would feel inside of you. You’re starting to lose your patience. Gently you push him away from you.

“Something wrong, love?”

“I can’t wait anymore. I want you. Right here, right now.” You say as you move to pull your pajama pants and panties down in one pull.

“Oh my… You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” He says as starts to take off his shoes, his belt follows soon after, and then his pants and boxers in one pull.

“Give it to me. Please.” You beg him with the most erotic voice you could ever use. If that didn’t push him over the edge to ram himself into you, nothing would.

“Anything for you… but, do you got a condom?”

“I don’t but I’m on the pill. It’ll be fine. Please, just fuck my brains out. Now.”

“You’ve asked for it.” He says as he grabs your hips and instantly pushes himself in to you. He groans out in delight as you let out a loud moan.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking big!” You whimper as you wrap your arms and legs around him to pull him as close as possible.

“Damn right I am. Does it hurt?” He asks as he tries to stop himself from basically destroying your insides as he nibbles your ear some more, just because you love that so much.

“No, it doesn’t. Please, just fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!”

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you later.” He says with a smirk as he smashes his lips onto yours and basically starts pounding in to you.

“Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! I needed this so bad! Oh fuuuuuuck, Lucien!~”

“That’s right baby, just like that… I want to hear you scream.” He says in a raspy voice as he starts to bite your shoulder, and then your neck some more as well, quickly fueling your way too soon upcoming orgasm.

“N-no! If you keep doing that I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” You whimper as he moves one of his hands to rub your clit as well.

“You’re going to… what?” He groans with a satisfied grin.

“I’m gonna… Oh god!”

“Not yet, I’m not there yet.” He growls as he increases his pace.

“P-please, I’m so goddamn close! Oh my god, Lucien~”

“Fuck, I’m gonna… Ah, [y/n]!” Lucien moans out loud as he comes, you following soon after.

“Oh my god…” You pant as you try to catch your breath.

“That… Was… Amazing…” He pants as he lays his head on your chest, kissing one of your nipples.

“Hehe, that tickles.” You chuckle.

“I love you…” Lucien finally says.

“Me too baby… But there’s one thing that bothers me.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks with a worried look on his face.

“Nothing that bad, except that I’m still horny.

He blinks a few times. Clearly he didn’t see that coming.

“So, are you up for round two?” You ask as you kiss him.

“Oh hell yes. What would you like to do?” He says as he gets off of you.

“Take me doggy style…” You say as you get on all fours on the couch, lowering your upper body down to the surface, sticking your ass up into the air for him.

“You have no idea how fucking delicious you look right now. Absolutely ravishing” He says as he gets behind you and shoves himself back in to you.

“Oooooooh fuuuuuuuuck~” You moan out loud as you feel absolute delight by being filled up again.

“Moan my name.” He demands as he pounds into you.

“Lucien~ Oh god~ Fuck, Lucien~”

“My god that sounds so nice…” He groans as he leans on top of your back, moving his hands to your breasts as he starts kneading them and pinching your nipples, all the while as he leaves love bites on your shoulders too.

“Ah, more! More! Harder, please!”

“Heh, are you sure you can handle that?”

“Fuck yes I can! Give it to me harder!” You moan in frustration.

“Alright baby, you want it, you’ll get it.” He groans as he increases his pace, if that was even possible.

“Oh my god! Lucien! Fuck yes! Oh my fucking god, YES!~”

“I’m getting close sweetheart…” He moans into your ear while licking and biting it.

“A-ah, me too! Oh god… Oh god…” You moan as you feel him move one of his hands to your clit, teasing it to push you over the edge faster.

“S-so close baby…” He says, basically he is the one sounding desperate at this point. You never thought him to be the vocal kind but here you are.

“L-Lucien… A-ah… I’m… I’m gonna… Oh god!~” You moan out loud, on the edge of screaming as you basically shatter around him.

“Oh god!” He says with a throaty growl as he releases and basically feels you tightening around him as you orgasm, basically milking him dry at this point.

“A-ah… Hah… Oh god…” You say as you collapse on to the couch. He ever so elegantly collapses on top of you.

It takes the two of you a few minutes to catch your breath as he tries to hug you in his best effort in this position.

“That. Was. Fucking. Amazing.” He finally brings out as he kisses your cheek, nuzzling your neck.

“It sure was…” You say with a deep exhale, enjoying the most beautiful afterglow you’ve ever had.

“But didn’t you just take a shower before I got here?” He says as he gets off of you, giving you space to get up.

“I did…” You say with a smug smile as you sit up right.

“But…?”

“I don’t mind taking another.” You say with a mischievous wink.

“Oh… You’re one nasty woman, hehe.” He says as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you upstairs.

And so it happened again. And some more. And then it moved to your bed. And then you overslept. Surprise, I know. But you didn’t mind. You were happier than you’ve ever been.

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kazuharem · 2 years

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Hihi!! I remember your old username and I remember when you wrote for mlqc it was like that rich Mc headcannon I think? Did you write it and delete it or I’m mistaking you for another blog^^ just checking in hope ur doing well lol

Hello Anon!

I did write for MLQC, and my old username was “Lucult.” I’m not completely sure about the rich MC headcanon since the only HCs I wrote were about going on a date with the characters? I used to write mainly Lucien x Reader and angst 😀, so I might not be the blog you’re looking for, but thank you for dropping by anyway! I hope you’re having a great day as well!

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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[NSFT] Observant Master - Lucien X Reader

For @xxsycamore's Kinktober Event! Also tagging the two biggest Lucien fans that I know, @writer-lixue and @little-butterfly-writes for this spicy Lucien fic.

If you are under 18, do not read. This work contains sex and other sexual themes. Please also consider blocking the [#not family friendly] tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Prompt: Maid fetish; "I see that you're enjoying my gift."

Lucien sure had his ideals with his aesthetics, but nothing surprised you more than the package at the foot of your bed, with a set of clothes with a familiar black and white frilly dress… and a name card with your name written in Lucien's handwriting.

Of course he knew your measurements. His hands running over your body every time he had you in bed resulted in something. It was a perfect fit even, as you pulled on the lacy white socks over your thighs… Waiting patiently for Lucien to return home, you fiddled with the frilly apron of your maid dress.

Sprawled all over the bed, you couldn't help but wonder about how your lover would take you. Would he run his hands over your socks? Would he flip up your skirt and pound through you, exhausting all his stress into every thrust? Or… would you be taking him down your throat and accepting your master's seed oh so humbly?

" I see that you're enjoying my gift."

You froze in place, hearing the sultry tone of Lucien as he tugged off his coat, his eyes simply darting to every inch of you. You were flushed for sure, with the short skirt not helping your wet patch from the obscene thoughts of Lucien.

"Let me check what you've been doing, love."

Your body responded first before your mind, too used to obeying your Master. He just knew what you were up to, but he was a tease. He wanted to hear it from you. You shuffled closer to the bed, as Lucien briskly removed his belt.

Parting your knees and thighs, you lifted your skirt by the edges, revealing the wet patch that was slowly spreading. Lucien tsked, still appreciating how simply adorable you looked… He'd certainly take his time, but he had that wet pussy he needed to attend to…

The professor, with one hand, pulled your panties down in one fell swoop. The sudden feel of cold air made you shiver, almost losing balance. He tried the waters, the tip of his finger swirling around the wet essence pooling at your centre, before pushing in.

"L-Lucien~" You moaned out, feeling his entire finger slide into your cavern.

The pleasure instantaneously stopped. You panicked, wondering what happened to your reward. You didn't dare to move your hips, with Lucien's steely gaze piercing through you. It wasn't wise to disobey him… your…

"Master?"

He smirked, rubbing your walls with his finger in and out your core at high speeds, spreading your insides as he discretely adds another finger in. His other arm rests behind your hips, supporting you as his lips leans into your collar, kissing and leaving love bites all over your skin…

Lucien's vigorous pumping of his fingers into you brought you to your high, and another high after that… and a third right after. It was when his three fingers pushed against your core you came to your fourth, squirting and making a mess of yourself and Lucien's fingers.

"Oh?"

His voice had no tone of regret, yet no surprise either. Instead, your lover held you in his arms, taking in your well-fucked face as he allowed you to lean into the bed. With one final kiss, he straddled you, unbuttoning the buttons below his collar as he loosened his slacks, his kind smile hiding his feral lust.

"You have one thing left to clean, my maid."

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janumun · 3 years

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Engraved Within Memory (MLQC Lucien - NSFW Headcanons)

Game: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice Pairing: Lucien/Female Reader Rated: NSFW/18+

Warning Tags: vaginal fingering and sex, abandonment play, orgasm denial, mild bondage, situation manipulation, passing mentions of main story chapter 9

Summary: Delve into and discover some of the Professor’s not-so secret kinks.

Author’s Notes: Oooh okay! We're doing kink exercises for our favorite, hot Professor. Thank you for asking for this! He makes me fan my face every second he makes me sit through that incinerating, BDE presence on screen. 🥴 I don’t think there’s much out there that fazes this man and even less he might dislike, if at all. He’d be willing and very much up (BLESS HIM) for all manners of (depraved) play, were you to consent. Lucien’s pleasure greatly pivots on witnessing his partner’s reactions to what he does to them within the bedroom/otherwise; these head-canons tackle that visual-centric angle to his arousal, which I hope you’ll enjoy reading! 😉✨

(You will never know how) Lucien takes a certain degree of delight in being able to witness you caught unawares. He's often a step several ahead of you.

You might inform him you'd be swinging by his office and when you do, stood in front of his door. Hand poised to knock upon polished wood before you feel his presence close behind and then that gentle, low baritone as it warms his welcome of you. A genuine smile and two cups of coffee - still steaming, in their holders - ready for you.

That first look of startled surprise and a mouth mimicking that expression; shaped into a silly O. Before it rapidly relaxes into joy and a smile so wide, it jostles him a little, how you manage to express such ready happiness, every single time without fail.

Truly, he never tires of it, the myriad of your reactions. Some of the best ones always earned in that swift moment in between oblivion and realization.

That space in between fleeting uncertainty and then familiarity, to know who exactly is approaching her. Lucien does derive satisfaction from that feeling of watching your mild disconcertion surface, then scatter at his often calculated probing. A sign of your trust.

He isn't unpleasant about it nor is it his intent to frighten you. The man wouldn't take any pleasure in truly distressing you - it is not your discomfort he seeks after all, rather your adoration he finds comfort in.

And if you agree to let him, he is willing to show you how very rewarding your act of trust can be.

One who's never sparing with his encouragement and guidance, the Professor's asking you if you're feeling alright, if everything's good for you. Even as long fingers slip to tie your hands with soft silks, your eyes covered with cloth, just as exquisite.

Working you into a position of kneeling, center and upright, upon the bed.

"You're doing so well, agápi̱ mou." He makes sure to praise. Makes sure you hear him, mouth moving right against your earlobe. Lips parting to worry the flesh in soft strokes before he withdraws.

His eyes are on you, breathing in and observing all. Just as they often are, when he takes the time to relish the sight of you waiting for him, restless fingers moving to tuck stray locks of hair behind your ear or smoothing your outfit for your date. Right before he moves to join you.

He lets himself join you now, tapered digits working themselves into the gap in between folded thighs to trace a vertical pattern across your already damp panties and you inhale in a startled gasp; sharp and beautiful. Better than when you are actually able to watch him and confirm his presence immediately.

He observes the tensing of muscles, the fine tremble of flesh; to be unaware of how he might touch you next. Awaiting, bated breaths.

He can feel that pleased smile, not as gentle - hardly gentle - as you see it often, against lips he presses into your cheek.

Taking a few moments to confirm your comfort and consent still. Pulling that cheek into a nibbling bite in praise when you nod your head, breathless with your foreign experience.

Fingers just as careful, curling into the space of your legs, but this time, he lets them slip right underneath your soaked underwear to touch, direct and warm.

Watching you break into a stilted shiver, as if you weren't quite prepared for the way those long digits gather speed, pulsing into your drenched pussy - in and out - hurtling you closer to an orgasm… before he stops. And withdraws.

Watches you struggle to complain against the cruelty of it all, teeth sinking bitter into lower lip. Voice trembling on the single sound of his name.

He instructs you to stay still for him, that it's alright and to not worry about the copious fluid that drenches your thighs to drip in between them and on to the sheets.

He'll touch you once more, if he so pleases. And if you're good.

He might continue in that manner, torturous. Pleasurable when he decides you've been waiting long enough. Unhurried mouth and tongue moving across each inch of exposed flesh as if he'd never left, fingers back to sliding within your pussy.

Before withdrawing.

Lucien might decide to tug at that leash just that little bit, might make you believe he leaves the room and you, for extended periods of time - he never does, he stays right by you - just to see that anxiety heighten and flourish. Seeking him. Thighs rubbing in rising need of friction.

Unabated joy leaving on moans and gasps of his name when he rewards you, your pleas of him to not leave and continue this time. All the way through.

He could drag his little pleasure charade for hours on end, letting his own arousal go untouched; the tight fit of his trousers turning unbearable, just to feast on that sight of you, so in need of him. Or if you ask him to release you, using the protective net of your set and agreed boundaries, your safety word.

It isn't something he might ask you to indulge in on the regular - after all, he does take great pleasure in witnessing your enjoyment as well, when you're both unbound and touching each other.

… Unless you ask him to.

Help him preserve that color of yours, help him stain you onto an eternity within his mind and upon the glossed surface of photographs.

The man needs to have your memories together, as tokens and souvenirs, to look back on to. Very fond of capturing you within the lens of his camera, as observed in multiple karmas of his.

Tying in to that need to watch and carefully tuck in each precious expression on his butterfly; whether it be her joy or irritation, tears or her satisfaction, Lucien lives for each and every single facet of your color spilling into his life.

His life's monotone; continuous throughout his years whether it be in forgettable encounters, or the wash of monochrome across his world since receiving his Evol.

The tragedies of times past, of nights stained with biting rain and reeking of blood and loss, seem distant now, a flitting ghost of pain. Nothing had truly captured his thoughts before you.

And after you—

He wishes to not miss a single moment, every single memory he'd like to imprint within for all the times he cannot.

Traces of you he keeps tucked; within his wallet. A small photograph secreted into the inner pocket of his lab coat. Pictures adorned within frames, on your suggestion - his shelves seem much more bright now.

More private, treasured images he keeps developed and safe-guarded.

Appreciating every bit of help you can provide in increasing his collection of shots.

Spread upon their bed, just as the scatter of her hair across the covers. Leg thrown wide and open to let him witness glistening folds in between as she works her delicate fingers in circular motions.

The dark perk of pebbled nipples, ripe. Tears staining flushed cheeks in her overwhelming arousal when he’s inside her, fingers of a hand splaying across her lower abdomen as if those seeking digits could feel for him settled deep in between her legs.

Lucien's arousal strains to life once more at the thought of her slick, along the length of him, her taste on an insatiable tongue. The rise of her hips, the back of her ass, visible through the lens of the camera as it clicks shut.

And when she requests to model; eyes wide, just as those plump, slick lips around the girth of his cock. Angling that coy look his way as she lets him go with a tiny pop of a sound, laying a kiss upon the tip of him, to the click of a shutter hiding a satisfied smile.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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night-chant · 2 years

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MLQC Scenario - Hidden Talent

If I miraculously and accurately linked your actual hobby with your favourite dude, how??--- I-I mean, yes it was on purpose of course! (I didn’t even get mine right XD)

Featuring: MLQC Guys + reader

Synopsis: You have a great passion for your favourite pastime, but for some reason, you’re too shy to let anyone know about it but then he finds out on his own.

Warning: Fluff (except Victor’s??)

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Victor:

Creative writing

Sometimes poetry but often, creative writing since you loved spending time working on your historical romance novel. You never showed it to anyone, in fear that it would be ridiculed for any cliché use that you cherished.

At first, Victor assumed you were just writing a report on your laptop but sometimes, your eyes would light up as you eagerly typed out multiple sentences.

Did you find your report on Miracle Finder’s plummeting ratings that entertaining to analyze?

“How’s the progress?” he asked from behind and you hastily flipped the computer shut.

“Okay, I guess.” The light in your eyes instantly vanished.

Huh. He should’ve known. “The deadline is in two days. Did I give you too much time to spare?” When you didn’t answer, he went on: “What are you writing?”

“You’re going to say it’s stupid.”

“If you expect me to say that everytime a dummy does something, I’d lose my voice already. I only say if it is truly disastrous. Let’s see it.”

You reluctantly handed the laptop over. You started a couple of pages on chapter 18, but you expected he’d glance at the first few lines and turn back to you. Instead, he took a few minutes, perusing with a blank scowl.

Any hope shattered when he started pointing out all the grammatical errors and that the plot so far isn’t logical. Your face felt hot. He was treating even your story as a report.

“The girl should’ve told him the truth in the very beginning,” Victor said, “so none of this mess would happen.”

Your blood was boiling. What, now he’s the CEO of some publishing company?? “Yeah, well, maybe he’d just call her a dummy and dismiss what she says like he always does!”

. . .

Victor would turn and leave with your laptop. Starting from page one, he would read each dialogue and analyze the characters more carefully.

You two will not end up like that couple. Not if he could help it.

Lucien:

Painting

You enjoy nature, especially animals and landscapes.

Sometimes, Lucien and you took a stroll around the forest by the Loveland University so you could get some real-life references.

No matter how vibrant the pigments were, they never drew Lucien’s attention away from you and your concentrated scowl and the slight peek of your tongue as you carefully painted an arc for the branch of a willow tree.

“They don’t look right,” you mumbled, breaking his trance. “But I’m not sure why.”

“Your hand is shaking,” he said, reaching out. “Here, I’ll hold it still for you.”

Maybe it’s because you were embarrassed that you didn’t realize the issue before or maybe because he was leaning very close, but your hands were shaking even more.

However, with gentle guidance, the branches you drew together were natural and lovely, interlaced with one another just like your hands.

Kiro:

Dancing ft. singing

If the rhythm is inspiring or if it’s just your favourite song, you’d probably be in an imaginary music video in the next moment. (Of course, when you were alone.)

Back to reality, it was Kiro who dances but he usually sings more in his performances in concerts.

He didn’t expect you to be a dancer too.

Kiro came home earlier than usual one day. Savin had let him go ONLY because he wasn’t acting too rebellious that day.

Before Kiro even opens the front door, he heard blaring music, almost reverberating off the wall.

His approaching footsteps were completely muted and a familiar voice was singing both parts of a duet song. Then after, an eerily familiar song . . .

You didn’t notice him as you were dancing away to his latest single.

But when you do, all you wanted was to hide in a closet.

But he thought Miss Chips was adorable and gushed about your accurate choreography.

You both probably ended up dancing to Kpop or Disney songs.

Gavin:

Knitting and needlework

Your mother taught you the basics, but you loved the activity so much that you made your own small, simple projects.

Sometimes, Gavin returns from missions with torn clothes and you were always willing to sew them up again if possible.

He finds your talent in knitting very intriguing, how your fingers and yarn and needles danced around one and another like hummingbirds.

Subconsciously, he thinks about the future, when you two would be older and when you would be making knitted garments for your two’s grandchildren.

Wait what do you do with all the clothes you knit now?

One day, he informed you that he would be away for a long mission.

You were bummed. “You have to return on the 20th or earlier! Or else I won’t stop knitting this very scarf until you do!”

When Gavin got back, he noticed that the scarf was pretty long.

“You did take breaks, did you?” he asked, holding your hands as he examined them.

You rolled your eyes when he took your joke to heart and so literally.

You wrap the long scarf around him (maybe a couple times keep it clear from the ground, even considering his height).

Good thing the scarf was big enough to cover part of his face because his ears and cheeks grew pink from your gentle gesture.

He untangled the scarf just enough to loop it around you too, narrowing the distance between you two until you were against his chest.

“Thank you.”

He liked to wear it during autumn and winter ever since.

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kazuyaasai-serenaspencerli · 1 year

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Dragging your feet back to the office, you sigh for the nth time this day. Everything didn't go well according to plan?! You were expecting that the filming would wrap up in time with a good outcome but ended up in a mess.

Slumping yourself in your seat, tears starts forming in your eyes for having such a bad day. Wanting to have a peaceful time to think and calm yourself, you put your phone in silent and wipe your tears of frustration.

Resting your head in your hands, you sigh again, tired of what happened earlier during the day.

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Knock knock knock

The knock on the door wakes you up. Anna opens the door and pops her head in. "I'm going out boss! See you tomorrow!

"See you tomorrow Anna. Have a good night." You nod and smile. Without knowing, you dozed off to sleep due to the tiredness and sleepless nights in these few days. You pick up your phone and open it to check the time and saw a missed call and voice mail. "8:10. 3 missed calls, 1 voice message." And it's all from him. Clicking the voice mail, his voice fills the silent office.

"How are you? It's getting late now, want me to come over and pick you up? Just message me and I'll be there."

All of the pent up frustrations went away after hearing these words from him. A smile forming in your lips at his thoughtfulness and you press the voice mail again.

"I'm having a bad day..." You messaged him.

"Wait there, I'm picking you up. We're going somewhere."

"Alright. I'll be waiting." Always

Is he some sort of healer? You chuckle to your self. It seems like whenever he's there or feel his voice and presence, you feel ok and feel like everything will be alright, like every problems will be solved and go away. Smiling, you pick up your bag and went down stairs, fatigue and frustrations going away.

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yourssinfullyquiche · 1 year

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Hello, all you beautiful people🥰 This is a request for my dear friend @shieriholmes. I'm enjoying getting to know you!

I hope this fic comforts you in your darkest times Lucien x reader Beta: @laxmiree, thank you for helping me! TW: Very angsty, tbh I don't know how to categorize this, the writing style is heavy

It happened again.

The booming voices melding its frequencies to screams, the jarring lashes that strip my confidence and self worth, the angry whispers of words—words with a passion for bitterness and contempt from the very mouth of the one who was supposed to protect me.

From the one I was supposed to trust and seek refuge in. From the one that was supposedly responsible to care for me because we were of the same blood. Yet that phrase is merely an excuse to hurt without consequences because the wounds that bleed from the cuts to my heart festers with the severity of his existence.

My father’s existence.

So I should be used to this right? I have lived with it all my life. Maybe it didn’t start right away, but the years of experiencing his unwarranted rage has trained me to automatically allow those words to fall onto deaf ears. And yes, it works. Because all I feel is numbness. Numb to the same but hurtful phrases I have been accustomed to.

But sometimes and that sometimes is today. Those words like shards of blades only pierce, twist and stay lodged further in my already wounded heart. Part of me feels almost ashamed that some nasty words echo in my mind, berating my own trembling heart for its weakness to the blow. Because, I should be used to this right?

Yet another part of me, the one that laid dormant for so long but now grows almost shyly with the coax of his beautiful gentle voice. That part of me knows—deep within my soul that no child should ever bear to be mistreated in the way that I have been for essentially my whole life.

Yet my trembling heart, beaten and broken, needed a form of escape. An escape from this current spell of unfairness. This bout of suffocating pain, of endless torment, swirling in an eddy with one thought at its vortex—a thought that no matter the appeal does me no good to engage in. And so I run. As fast as I can, with the insurmountable tears spilling like the rain drenching over me. Until I run headfirst into a hard body.

And there he stands, looking at me with those wide violet eyes, lips in the middle of an apology when he meets my eyes. I stand there frozen despite my insides screaming for me to run, to never show such a vulnerable side to him, to lock away this whole incident in the deepest parts of my heart and to never uncover it. Yet his voice, Lucien’s gentle voice, lifts my head and I look into those equally kind eyes, surprised at the emotion it reflects—confusion, sadness and protectiveness, all that culminates to him gently demanding my story—of why am I alone in the middle of the street in the middle of the night, in the middle of a growing downpour.

“Y/N, tell me what happened?”

And so begins today’s tale of nightmare. I don’t know why he’s asking me. It’s not like he’s unaware. It took quite awhile for me to gauge his emotions and feelings from his expressions, and sometimes I still fumble with them. He’s so skilled at hiding it, but when those thin brows ever so slightly come together and his lips purse into a thin line, and those violet eyes reveal a hint of ferocity in them, I know plain as day it is anger. And yet it all goes away to be replaced with a kind, calm gaze when his voice addresses me.

I wonder what he’s going to say. He’s been comforting me but I don’t know what I want to hear—half of my nerves are still infused with adrenaline, anxious for me to run—part of me feels defeated, it only wants to hide and cry in a corner somewhere. Another part, the strange one, wants to be drenched in the sheets of rain—and the one that makes the most sense only wants me to let go. Of what, I don’t know.

He calls me but doesn’t say anything, only stands there, his eyes focused on the space above my head in deep thought. Only now I realise that he’s getting drenched in the rain, his umbrella must’ve fallen when I bumped into him. I spot the cat patterned umbrella tossed to one side, getting swept away in the rainy winds. I remember spending time with him at the cat café, buying this very umbrella out of a joke I made about how similar he was to cats. How loving but devious they were.

The expression he had, so speechless—eyes wide and playful, cheeks tinted pink, all honing in on a ‘how dare you’ expression. It still tickles me to this day. So that’s why my feet carry me towards the drifting umbrella. I hear him shuffle behind me trying to keep up with my pace, and then he goes ahead of me, attempting to corner it—but like a sentient being it flies further away from the both of us.

He chuckles and I can’t help but let a giggle loose because how foolish are we running behind an umbrella in a heavy downpour where the winds clearly have an upper hand. Meeting my eyes as a silent request to stay put, he goes after it and ahead of the umbrella and finally, the umbrella panel falls obediently in his open hands.

Watching him run awkwardly with his long legs after the umbrella like a child, it pulls laughter out of me. And I sink into the feeling, laughing and laughing away, and then those laughs turn into hiccups eventually morphing into cries. My clothed knees bump the gravel road and I can hear myself crying loudly like a child who’s been refused their request of buying a new toy. Unabashedly and freely. Without a care for the world. I feel safe and protected by the sky that cries with me.

All of a sudden the rain drowns out and my cries amplify the limited space the umbrella looms over me. I make no effort to stop crying, I can’t even if I wanted to. I’m too far gone in the freedom of letting go. Then, I don’t want to. The lavender warmth that I’ve come to identify with Lucien soothes and calms where his arms cocoon me. It’s unbelievably comforting that I melt in his chest further, seeking refuge from the darkness of my world.

I cry for myself, for the pain I go through, for the pain I have to go through, for the pain that my father went through because I wonder what would’ve happened to him if the idea of rejecting his own daughter is easily embraced by him.

I feel his large hand pat my head. “I may not fully comprehend your pain but I know that no child should ever be the subject of their parent’s wrath. It’s okay to feel hurt and angry—it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to feel lonely like the world’s against you. Your feelings are valid.” His hand rests on my nape before hugging me tighter.

“I can’t tell you that it’ll stop—I don’t believe in propagating convictions that I don’t fully know. But what I do know is that “flowers survive the harshest of winters. You will too.”

Then with a whisper of promise, Lucien’s hands cradle the back of my head tenderly.

“And I’ll be right here with you.”

A sense of relief flows through amidst the downpour surrounding us, amidst the chaos the world brings, amidst all the troubles and terrors that haunt me knowing that I’ll not be cast aside. Forgotten. Or unloved.

I feel my lips slowly tilt in a smile...

A/N: Thank you for reading!❤️

I was so nervous writing this only because I was afraid of getting Lucien's personality & actions right. But I loved how it turned out.

It's an important request and I'm glad I wrote it. To anyone who's reading this, I hope you find comfort in this piece Delve into my world

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The MLQC Boys and Squirting Headcannon+Drabble (NFSW)

Victor

At first, he didn't really think much of it

He's 100% a giver and wants to make you feel all the good feelings

He knew how to pull orgasms from you as well as he knew how to tie a tie, so there was no doubt you would have many

But what he didn't expect was for you to gush all over his face while he was nose-deep between your legs

He doesn't actively look to make you squirt after that, but it is a major turn on for him and if you do it once, there's a very good chance he'll get you to do it again

Victor laid hot, wet kisses down your stomach as he made his way in between your legs. He had made sure you were absolutely soaked before even letting a finger slip down there, gently making out with you as his fingers rubbed gentle, slow circles on your clit. It was enough contact to make you squirm, but it was too slow and not exactly firm enough to get you to the peak you wanted.

He hushed your whining with a kiss before slowly picking up the pace, bringing you to one of the many earth-shattering orgasms Victor consistently gave you when the two of you made love. He was nothing if not thorough, if you didn't like something he was quick to stop and move on to something else. And when you tugged at his wrist after your orgasm, a small whine leaving your lips, he got the hint.

Which is how he found himself nipping at your thighs, patiently waiting for any sign that you were ready for more. He didn't like to overstimulate you unless you were bouncing on his cock. Foreplay was very important, a necessity that was taken very seriously when you were under Victor Li.

Your fingers tangling in his black locks and tugging is what brought him back to the present, smirking as he trailed his kisses higher until his breath was ghosting over your clit, warmth radiating against his lips as his tongue flicked out of his mouth experimentally. The low moan that left your mouth and the insistent tugging against his scalp was all he needed before he had pressed his mouth against your folds. His tongue lapped languidly against you, occasionally venturing up to circle your clit before trailing back down, collecting more of your sweet-tasting slick on his tongue.

The sounds of him licking your folds began to fill the room the wetter you got, low moans leaving your lips as Victor groaned against your folds. Without warning, he slipped a finger inside of you, rubbing against your gummy walls as he focused his attention more on your clit. Soon, a second finger joined the first, and the pads of his fingers found a spot that made your moans grow much louder.

He kept a slow, steady pace, sucking and licking your clit as you clenched on his fingers, heavenly moans leaving your lips as your grip on his hair tightened. Your hips bucked once, twice, and Victor used his free hand to pin your hips down, his deep purple eyes watching as your expression contort into one of pure ecstasy. He could tell you were close, and couldn't help but smile against your clit, his teeth gently rubbing against it as his fingers continued to move.

Before long, you were gasping, begging him not to stop. He obliged, sucking hard on your clit before your orgasm rocked through you. Your legs closed around his face, plush flesh pressed against his cheeks. He closed his eyes, prepared to diligently work you through it. But what he didn't expect was a gush of fluid to coat his face and splatter onto his neck. He paused for a brief moment, eyes wide, before he began massaging your thighs, waiting for you to come down.

When you finally released him, he slowly moved away, letting you take in the mess on the lower half of his face and around his prominent Adam's apple. His narrow purple eyes caught yours, adoration, love, and lust mixed together into one picture you wouldn't forget any time soon.

"I didn't know you could do that."

Lucien

This man is actively looking to make you squirt

He's into both overstimulation and edging, and he can read your body like a book

It was a matter of time

The first time he got you to do it, he made sure to forever engrave it in his memory

He loves to take pictures of you, innocent or naughty

He didn't think a simple picture would do that beauty justice, though

If you consented to it, he would definitely take a video of it for his personal enjoyment

It wasn't uncommon for Lucien to tie you to the bed with the light purple silk wrapped around your wrists and ankles. And it also wasn't uncommon for Lucien to hold a vibrator to your clit, ripping orgasm after orgasm from you until you were in tears, begging for him to stop. But it also wasn't uncommon for him to do the exact opposite, pulling away when you were just about to cum, making you whine and moan for hours until he finally let you cum.

Tonight was a more merciful night.

You had a hard day today, which meant Lucien wasn't going to be as hard on your body. You liked both sides of him, the ruthless hard dominant and the softer dominant that still held a guiding hand in every move you made in the bedroom.

Lucien sucked on your collarbone, leaving a hickey that would just barely be covered up by the clothing you would wear to work the next day. He had been teasing you for the past hour, his large hands roaming over the expanse of your body, squeezing, massaging, pinching, kissing, and licking everywhere except where you wanted him most. Hickies littered your upper thighs and hips along with some bite marks. Lucien had already made a mental note to take a picture of them later, his tongue flicking over your nipple as his right hand trailed lower. His middle finger made contact with your slit first, completely soaked. He trailed further down, his fingers coming in contact with a damp spot on the sheets.

A smile made its way onto Lucien's lips as a pleading moan left your lips, and he shushed you quietly, resting his head in the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He was still fully clothed, his lab coat and shirt rubbing against your heated skin as his hand trailed back up, coating itself in your slick.

"Just relax, little butterfly. I've got you."

Lucien gently kissed your shoulder before slipping his middle and ring finger inside your sopping, gummy walls. Your head tilted back and another smile graced Luciens lips as he pumped his fingers at a slow pace, making sure to rub that one spot that drove you wild.

"If you want more, all you have to do is ask, butterfly. Today is all about you." Lucien cooed in your ear, watching you squirm.

"More, please more," were the only words that left your lips before Lucien had obliged you, his fingers knuckle-deep inside you as he thrusted them at a moderate pace, listening to your moans and whines.

His thumb trailed over your clit, rubbing the nub gently as his fingers were getting coated in your juices. The sound of squelching could be heard only if you listened close. Lucien didn't want anyone else to hear the sounds your decadent pussy made within the walls of his apartment.

When your moans grew louder, his thumb rubbed more generously on your clit, his fingers pressing up against that one spot with more vigor. He pressed gentle kisses on your neck, praising you with gentle hums as he worked on getting you to an orgasm.

When your gummy walls began clenching on his fingers, he rubbed your clit just a slight bit faster, encouraging words leaving his lips without him even thinking.

"Cum for me, my butterfly. My beautiful, lovely butterfly. Let it go, I'm right here."

You came with a squeal, your walls clamping down on his fingers as he watched the clear liquid gush from your cunt. His pale eyes were locked on his wrist, his lab coat soaked from the ejaculate.

You were still coming down from your high as Lucien slipped his fingers out of you, removing your bindings so that you could move freely. He laid back down next to you, a smile on his face as he watched you roll over to face him.

"It seems like we have a new result to look forward to."

Kiro

Kiro, the poor baby, didn't even know what squirting was

He had just gotten back to the hotel from shooting a promo for his newest movie, but because he was in another country he couldn't release the pent-up horniness like he wanted to

So what was better at that moment than some phone sex?

He knew you had the day off, so he didn't hesitate to video call you after he had crashed in his bed

You answered immediately, and the rest was history

It takes him a while to get the gist of it, but thanks to his skilled fingers he finds all the right spots in no time

If you feel up to it, he will happily give you a squirt orgasm that will leave you boneless without his dick going inside of you

Kiro couldn't stand it anymore. He hadn't had you in his arms in a month, and it was really starting to take its toll. He had a boner at almost all times now, which was very inconvenient considering he had many shoots to do. So as soon as he got back to the apartment, the first thing he did was call you.

You had a day off, and were watching Netflix when he called. He had greeted you happily, and you two talked for a while before he brought up the real purpose of his call. Normally he had no issue about asking you to have sex with him, but his flaming red cheeks gave away a hint of embarassment. You agreed with a chuckle, assuring him that you missed him that way too.

Since you were on video call, he came up with the idea of a mutual masturbation on camera thing, and while you had gone to get some things he had pulled his pants and boxers down, sighing in relief as his achingly hard cock was finally released from the confines of his tight jeans.

But what he hadn't expected was for you to come back in lingerie with a weirdly shaped glass dildo and lube. His blue eyes watched in amazement as you smiled at him through the camera, pushing your laptop far enough away that he could see all of you slumped against the headboard of your bed.

You wore his favorite set, a bra and panty ensemble made of chains of golden beads, leaving little to the imagination. His cock twitched as he watched you pull aside your panty, running a finger along your folds tantalizingly as you stared directly into the camera, lust clouding your gaze.

Kiro let out a sigh as his hand gripped around his cock, fighting back the urge to lean his head back as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. You had moved to open the bottle of lube, pouring some of it over the dildo. He got a better look at it. It was narrow and curved, as if it were meant to stimulate a certain spot inside of you. He watched eagerly as you slid it in after spreading the lube around generously, mouth open into a perfect "o".

Slowly, you began moving the toy inside you, and Kiro stroked his cock at the same pace, the head flushed a bright red as he spread the pre cum leaking from it over his cock with his hand. You slowly began moving it faster inside you, and as you did Kiro's pace picked up as well. Before long, the both of you were panting, moaning messes, watching the other pleasure themselves through the screen.

Kiro's cheeks were flushed a deep red, sweat pouring from his brow as low groans left him, the rings on his finger a sharp, cold contrast to the warmth of his hand, which he was currently picturing as the soft, sopping warmth of your cunny.

A particularly loud groan left him, a sign that he was close, and you picked up the pace dramatically, knowing it was what he needed to push him over the edge. Kiro came with a loud groan, his cum coating his hand in thick spurts. As he came down from his high, he watched as your face contorted, and then you were cumming, clear liquid spraying from your cunny. Some of it landed on the camera, and Kiro felt his refractory period become non-existent as his cock hardened again.

Your body slumped against the pillows, your thighs closed tightly together, the toy lay forgotten next to you.

There was only one thought on Kiro's mind after that.

"How did you do that?"

Gavin

This man was a pure virgin baby, hadn't watched anything more than a couple creampie compilations in his free time

So he also knew nothing about squirting

He knew that the calluses on his hands felt pleasurable to you, especially when he was prepping you to take his cock

And while he couldn't quite get the spot you wanted him to get with his fingers, he certainly could with his cock

You had asked him many times if he was sure he hadn't had sex before because God sex with him was heavenly, but he vehemently denied it (it was the truth after all)

So when he was balls deep inside you, with those slow, deep, hard thrusts, he knew you were in ecstasy

But he didn't expect when you came for his dick to literally get forced out of your cunny as clear liquid gushed from it, coating his hips and thighs

He's been entranced with it ever since

If you're feeling up to it, you'll squirt at least once when you two have sex

Its how he knows he's making you feel good

Gavin's fingers slid out of your sopping cunny, moving to undo his belt as he kneeled in front of you. You were laid out on his bed, legs spread wide to accommodate him. He had just gotten back from a mission and with him uninjured, neither of you hesitated to jump each other's bones.

In your haste, you had completely ignored each other's shirts, instead immediately ripping down your shorts and underwear, Gavin apologizing with a deep blush on his face as he pulled you in for a kiss full of tongue and passion as he massaged your aching cunny. Then he slowly slid the first finger in. Prepping you for his cock always seemed like the most torturous teasing, especially when he had been away on missions long enough for him to have to prep you all over again. You'd much rather him be able to get you sopping wet, effortlessly slipping those two fingers inside of you, confirming you were ready for him.

But right now, the stretch wasn't something you were used to, and stung slightly as he had scissored the long, thick digits inside of you, hitting spots only your toys could reach. And even then, it wasn't near as good as what was happening now.

Gavin had pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to release his stiff cock, leaking pre cum as he stroked himself once, twice before pulling your hips towards him. He lined his thick cock up with your hole, coating his tip in your copious juices before his golden eyes met yours. His brunette bangs hung low in his face, his golden eyes smoldering as he waited for your confirmation. You nodded once, and he pushed in.

The stretch burned, but God did it feel good to have him inside you again. Gavin groaned, bottoming out inside of you, head thrown back as he tried to hold onto any self-control he had. He really wanted to rail you at that moment, but he knew if he didn't want to hurt you, you needed the adjustment period. Plus, staying still would keep him from cumming too quickly.

He kept still until your hips began moving, wanting him to move. Watching you grind on him gave him an idea. Without warning he pulled out then flipped the both of you over, holding your hips above his aching cock.

"How about you ride me tonight?" He asked, a smile on his face.

Without thinking you nodded, sliding his cock back inside you with a bit more ease this time. After finding a comfortable rhythm, you began bouncing on his cock, grinding on him in a way that made you see stars and made him audibly groan.

Gavin watched in awe as you worked yourself on him, using his body for your own pleasure. You looked beautiful in his eyes, the amazing warmth around his cock an added bonus as he watched your lips part, a series of low moans leaving you as you began to grind on him. He groaned as you clenched on him, and without warning he flipped the both of you back over, whispering a quiet "Sorry" before delivering a slow, hard, deep thrust in your cunny.

Your moans became exponentially louder, each thrust hitting every perfect spot. Your gummy walls drew his cock in further, and before long he was humping you like there was no tomorrow. Without warning you came, the squeeze forcing his cock out of your warmth as clear liquid gushed from you, coating his hips and cock as he watched your hole flutter and your clit throb.

At that point, he had forgotten entirely about his own orgasm as he watched you slump against the sheets, trying to catch your breath.

"Can you do that again?" Gavin breathed.

Shaw

Another one actively looking to make you squirt

He's got an advantage here- in small doses, he can use his Evol to stimulate you

He might pinch your nipple then give you a small shock, rub your clit and do the same, or even give you those delicious shocks while he has two fingers knuckle-deep in your cunny

With the massive sex appeal oozing from this man, it's not surprise he's got a high sex drive, meaning he's horny almost all the time

But when he got you to squirt, oh boy

He got even more addicted

He has a slight sadistic streak, and no matter what if you two are having sex he's going to make you squirt

Most of the time, it's going to be more than once, too

Shaw had already sent you over the edge twice just from rubbing and shocking your clit alone, and now he was going for a third. Your legs clenched in protest. He had given you no breaks from the moment your first orgasm hit until now, his fingers furiously rubbing on your clit as you pleaded with him to stop.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not stopping until you give me what I want," He cooed, a smirk on his face as his sweat-soaked lilac locks fell into his face. His golden eyes drank in your sweat-soaked and overstimulated form hungrily, an idea slowly forming in his head as his eyes trailed to your weeping cunny.

"In fact," He said, his smirk growing wider. "I'll help you out a little."

Before you could get anything else out, he had shoved his middle and ring finger of his other hand knuckle-deep in your cunny, probing and searching for that one spot he knew would give him what he wanted. And when your back arched, a tell-tale sign that he had found it, his pace became ruthless.

Squelching filled the room as he quickly thrust his fingers in and out of you, rhythmically shocking you as he did. Your moans quickly got louder, as well as your pleas for respite as another orgasm began brewing.

"I'll let you rest in a minute, darling," Shaw smiled at you, shocking you again. "You're close, aren't you? Such a filthy slut, getting off on a few shocks." He slapped your clit before going back to abusing the nub. "C'mon princess, cum for me. Make a mess all over."

And that was all it took for the band to snap. You came around his fingers, hard. The clear fluid Shaw had been searching for gushed from your cunny as you coated his fingers, which were thrusting at a slightly slower pace. He praised you throughout the orgasm, managing to pull just a little bit more of the fluid from your sore cunny before you slumped, boneless and in need of a nap.

Shaw slowed his pace down gradually until his fingers weren't moving at all, slowly pulling them out before licking up the copious amounts of fluid coating his hand.

"Good girl. You can rest, for now."

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