is this corny? yes. but did vtubers genuinely change my life? i don’t like to say it but
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
🖋️ Ike Eveland: the insecurities you have are invisible or even appealing to the people that truly matter. shame isn’t real. passion is
🦁 Luca Kaneshiro: tend to your needs before you take responsibility for others, and you will find that they will be drawn to you regardless
👟 Shu Yamino: we are always developing. anything is reasonably in character because you’re the one calling the shots. moving forward is a beautiful thing
👹 Vox Akuma: isn’t it stunning to look back at all you’ve created? your own work bleeds your personality. your individuality is what makes your art so compelling
🎭 Alban Knox: dedication is the balance of rest and responsibility, when you can feel proud of all you’ve accomplished and still find time to let yourself be at peace without stressing over things meant to be joyful
🐑 Fulgur Ovid: you are your own ultimate audience. the greatest satisfaction is when you are most true and indulgent in yourself
🔗 Sonny Brisko: the best part about tentacles is that they can interact with any part of the body simultaneously
🔮 Uki Violeta: take a breath and recognize your own capabilities. introspection is a sacred thing. you are wiser than you’ll ever realize, and your world always expands with you
ft. shu yamino, luca kaneshiro, ike eveland, vox akuma, mysta rias (separate) x f! reader — luxiem, nijisanji en
╰₊✧ months after your initial capture, you slowly find yourself getting used to, maybe even enjoying, day-to-day life in the company of your captor ┊2.1k words
song: chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey
part two to “making a run for it - luxiem” but can be read alone!!
contains: yandere!! obsessive/possessive behaviors!! stockholm syndrome!! mentions of forced affection, murder & mafias in luca’s part, ignoring all of that, it’s also kinda fluffy, the lengths aren’t equal i’m sorry about that
➤ author's note: is it really a luxiem fic written by me if it’s not hella rambly?
you had lost hope long ago for any chance of escape. with each attempt, you found yourself taking one step forward and two steps back, getting a little closer to freedom, only to get caught and have all the little cracks you tried to slip through in this impenetrable fortress fixed. with each attempt, his trust in you dwindled, and he would be watching you at all hours of the day to ensure that you wouldn’t try to leave his grasp again. with each attempt, you lost the energy and brain power to plot out these escapes which were becoming more elaborate than the last, frazzling your mind until you were too burnt out to string together steps of a coherent plan.
despite your apparent rebellion, your captor has surprisingly never punished you once. the most he’s ever done was chain you up and lock you in a room. even then, the room had all you needed: a working bathroom with hot water, a drawer full of your favorite snacks and drinks, a bookshelf that took up the majority of the wall with novels of all genres to keep you from getting bored. he really did care for you, didn’t he? in his own special, fucked up, way that drove him to kidnap you and keep you in his home against his will. you’ll never understand him, and you doubt you would ever be able to convince him that his attachment to you is unhealthy or to get professional help or to let you go, but slowly, you find yourself starting to care for him. dare you say you’re starting to spiral into something more as the days go by?
━━━ .°˖✧ shu yamino - 8:21am ˚₊ ⊹
mornings with shu are always lethargic. he never wants to get up before nine after spending most of his young life waking up at six in the morning for school, and always whines like a child if you want to get up. he pulls you closer to him, the addicting scent of your floral shampoo filling his senses, “noooo, don’t leave yet.” despite how calm and clever he usually is, he can certainly be immature when it comes to waking up in the morning.
“i’m bored lying in bed, i wanna do something.”
“just five more minutes… it’s still too early,” he was already on the verge of dozing off again. you don’t even know what he did last night to warrant such exhaustion, but knowing him, he was probably up playing valorant again, even though you’ve been nagging him to go to bed at a reasonable time.
“i’ll make you breakfast?”
“what kind?”
“whatever you want.”
he hummed in thought, moving to place a kiss on your cheek. instead of pulling away like you usually do, you found yourself leaning more into it. this wasn’t as bad as you remember it being. you remember feeling sick to your stomach each time you woke up in his arms, but that feeling has now been replaced with butterflies and a warm, fuzzy sensation that you had forgotten. how strange was that?
“could i have waffles?”
“maybe in five more minutes…”
━━━ .°˖✧ luca kaneshiro - 10:49am ˚₊ ⊹
it’s difficult to remember sometimes that someone as sweet and golden retriever-like as luca (excluding the consideration of all he’s done to you) can be a mafia boss, one whose name strikes terror in the hearts of tens of thousands at that. you’ve never really seen that side of him, and you aren’t sure if you want to. he hides it from you, you can tell. every time you fight back or attempt to escape, you see a dangerous look flash in his eyes before he pushes down his temper and goes back to doing what you can only compare to gentle parenting.
sometimes, he’ll take you out for business endeavors because he realized he couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from you for too long. he’ll have you dressed up all pretty in an outfit that matches his suit and take you out for meetings with other executives. you never say a word unless he speaks to you, asking you if you were bored or if you wanted anything, and you speculate the others in the room have strict orders not to talk to you. luca will always be more kind when you’re around, but today, one of his men seems to enjoy testing his patience.
you don’t think he’s just being nice when he compliments how good you look, not when he keeps getting too close to you for comfort and persistently trying to strike up conversation when you’re giving him nothing more than three-word responses at a time. after a while, your distress became apparent to your lover (lover, calling him that sounds strange. when did you consider him to be a romantic partner rather than an abductor?).
the man is visibly nervous when luca makes his way towards the two of you, his gaze flickering to the mafia boss’s arm possessively snaking around your waist with a look on his face that knew he fucked up.
“is he bothering you?” he looks angry, terrifyingly so. there’s nothing more scary than someone who was all smiles most of the time being so furious.
“a little bit.” the reply isn’t like you. had it been you from a month or two ago, you would be upset at his jealousy and obvious mindset of you being his possession, but at the moment, none of that seemed to matter to you as you rested your head on the side of his chest.
with a simple snap of his fingers, two guards in all black escorted him off the premises. at least, that’s what luca told you as he insisted on leaving early and spending the rest of the day elsewhere. you wondered if the man actually got killed for his audacity, but you didn’t really care.
━━━ .°˖✧ ike eveland - 12:06am ˚₊ ⊹
he either creates feasts for you to eat or throws together something and calls it a day, but either way, it’s usually delicious. the weather is nice today, not too sunny with a gentle breeze, so the two of you shared lunch outside in the garden. occasionally a bird would perch nearby and try to steal a piece of bread, but you weren’t really paying it any mind. all of your attention was on ike who was excitedly talking about his new upcoming novel.
it’s cute how animated he becomes when talking about something he was passionate about, waving his hands around and making gestures to match his words, emphasizing some parts of the story that he’s particularly proud of. he’s so creative with his plots and meticulous regarding the details. he truly was born with a talent for writing, and it was so admirable how he didn’t let anything dampen his spirit like deadlines or monetizing his work.
“i don’t wanna sound too self-centered, but did you base the main character off of me?”
a blooming red suddenly appeared on his pale face, “is it that obvious?”
“well, it’s just that the way you describe her sounds a lot like me.”
he was taken aback. you’ve never listened to him talk about his stories before. you always treated it like it was a mandatory lecture, mind far away from the present, and thinking of nothing other than how much you would rather be free instead. now, you were engaged with him, taking part in the conversation and asking questions.. he was so close to giving up, thinking that he would never be able to develop a normal relationship with you after all he’s done, but his patience has been rewarded, and it made him so happy he could have cried on the spot.
━━━ .°˖✧ vox akuma - 5:34pm ˚₊ ⊹
you can’t quite remember the last time you’ve seen the news. you used to watch it every day, every morning with breakfast, and every evening after work, but you haven’t even watched television since you got taken until now, a few months later. vox didn’t want you to have any reminders that you were kidnapped by seeing your name along the others in the missing persons list they often showed, but they probably thought you were dead at this point and moved on, so here you were, sitting in his lap and learning about everything currently happening.
although your mind wasn’t really focused on processing the new information. it’s not like any of it mattered when you were shut away from the rest of the world. you sighed, rolling your head back on the demon’s shoulder, “can we watch something else?”
“really? you used to beg me to see the news.”
“that was weeks ago,” you groaned. “i don’t really see the point of it anymore.”
it’s a surprise to him, but he wasn’t complaining. it meant you had given up on the idea of becoming a part of society again and were content with how things were now. he used to only dream of a defining moment like this, one where it was made clear you were entirely his. he placed a tender kiss on your forehead and patted your hair, “well then, do you want to watch another episode of that show you’re so invested in?”
“yeah… that sounds nice.”
this was all your life was reduced to now, just watching shows and reading books and playing games and spending time with vox, but you realize that you didn’t hate it as much as you used to.
━━━ .°˖✧ mysta rias - 11:55pm ˚₊ ⊹
the big city never seems to sleep with its bright lights and never-ceasing traffic, and neither does he despite the fact he’s been working before dawn. while he can be rather careless and inattentive to most things in life, he’s never negligent when it comes to you and his perplexing job as a detective. he rarely shows you anything other than his cheerful and silly side, but in between, when he doesn’t think you’re watching, you notice the heavy bags under his eyes from tedious hours of paperwork and constant yawning. you know he refuses to show weakness around you because a part of him is still wary of you trying to escape again, but tonight, you have no ulterior motives for your concerns.
“mysta, come to bed,” you call out, watching him work, and reaching out your arm to his side of the bed to feel the cold silk sheets below.
“just to sleep first,” he answered simply, not turning his head to look at you once, “i’ll be there in a bit.”
it’s a lie you’ve heard so many times, one that you no longer find yourself naively believing in when you spent too many nights slipping away into slumber only to wake up finding him asleep at his desk. you slowly got off the bed and leisurely strolled over to where he sat, placing your hands on his shoulders which stole his attention as he looked up at you with his usually sparkly blue eyes looking more dull than ever. “please? just for tonight?”
he pursed his lips together, clearly hesitant. people are depending on him to crack this case, coming to him as a last resort and accepting his rather high employment costs, knowing he was the only one who could figure it out after it went cold for months. he didn’t want to let anyone down, and he needed all the available time he had dedicated to catching the criminal.
oh, but you look so worried for him. he’s never seen that before; he’s only ever seen you look at him with contempt, fear, or nothing at all. it’s so different, and he isn’t sure how he feels about the pang in his heart that reminds him that you were truly the one who held the power in the relationship.
“alright, but i’ll need to get up early tomorrow to finish this.”
“that’s okay, i just need you to take a break. with how much you were flipping the pages around, you were at a dead end anyway. you’ll have a fresh mind and will figure it out when you wake up.”
he was out like a light as soon as he hit the soft mattress, evidence of just how hard he’s been working. you poked at him a few times, planning to tell him to move to a side a bit since he was taking up the majority of the bed, but he didn’t stir in the slightest.
this was your chance. he didn’t set an alarm or anything, meaning he would likely be asleep until noon tomorrow given how exhausted he is. you could try to escape right now as long as you’re quiet. you’ve been waiting weeks for an opportunity like this, and it was sitting in your lap waiting for you to pick it up.
yet you didn’t leave. you didn’t have it in you. despite having every right to run away and achieve stolen freedom, you felt like you were abandoning him, the very man who ripped you away from your life to force you to be his lover.
you’re sure that you will regret this at some point in the future, but when you lay down on the bed next to him, pulling yourself closer to his body, you feel a sense of peace that you thought you would never feel again.
✦ Vox
Love me, daddy 🔞 ➤ Reader has a lousy dad, but luckily, Vox and Fuu-chan are here to pay attention to you.
Please love me 🔞 ➤ Your dad is a massive drunk and never pays attention to you, but Vox is here to shower you in love.
I love my demon boyfriend 🔞 ➤ Requests for the prompts "public sex" and "truth or dare" with Vox.
✦ Ike
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Nothing here yet...
✦ Mysta
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Nothing here yet...
✦ Luca
Wait, you love me too?! POG! ➤ Luca and you really loved each other, but neither of you knew. Until you confessed at an off-collab
✦ Shu
Shu Yamino brainrot go brrrr 🔞 ➤ Just random stuff I wrote to ease me into writing again, SFW and NSFW headcannons.
I am obsessed with you ➤ Shu is being haunted by you, a succubus. But you don't siphon his powers with lust. Instead, you just want to be in a devoted relationship with him.
Let's study first, then we chill ➤ Shu helps you study for your exams, and after that, he helps you relax.
My world would be empty without you 🔞 ➤ A request for the prompts "Don't be scared, I'm here now" and "My first time" with Shu.
Happy birthday, my dearest sorcerer 🔞 ➤ It was Shu's birthday today, so you had a special surprise for him. And oh, does he love his present...
We will take care of you 🔞 ➤ Shu and Ver were worried about you. You were really uncomfortable with intimacy in any form lately, so they decided to help ease your mind.
Haircut highs and lows ➤ After you were upset about an intentionally botched haircut, Shu cuts his long hair the exact way you wanted yours to be. And his hairdresser is willing to give you the coupe of your dreams, free of charge.
Please be sure to take care of yourself ➤ A request about Shu and Kaelix taking care of a sick reader.
𓂃 ࣪⋆✩˚ ༘ [luca kaneshiro] : “I want to know your day, I want to be your sigh.”
— in which! someone got hit square in the face and thought, ‘oh shit! maybe this is love.’
OR some blondie literally got KOed by a flying book, who then suddenly believed in love at first fall (literally).
word count: 1.7k
content! mild swearing, minor depictions of injuries, seriously stupefying stuff, a bit cliché, f! reader in mind, more than slightly dramatic, mild errors, uhh i'm not a native english speaker soooo-, student council! au
loosely inspired by: miss right by bts
“Oh my god, Luca! Watch out!!” You shouted, getting more than slightly panicky as a little book (a fucking understatement; it’s the size of a dictionary) flew in his direction.
He perked up, hearing your familiar voice in the distance, though not quite deciphering your words. So he turned with that awe-inducing smile that only he could do at approximately 8 o’clock in the morning. Like seriously, how can he be as sunny as the sun while literally half of the student population wants to cease? You admire him for that.
“What was tha-!” He ought to reply, if not for the flying book hitting his objectively (& unfairly) handsome face. The impact caused him to lose his footing, almost falling, if not for the pillar behind him. “Oompfh…!” He winced, caressing his red-quickly-turning-purple bruise while glaring menacingly at the assailant (book) as if it personally insulted his whole bloodline.
Listen, Luca Kaneshiro is a lot of things. An extrovert, the student council’s treasurer, the sun incarnate, a fucking overgrown golden retriever in a human’s body, an absolute gremlin who's a raging menace to society— choose your pick. But right now, he resembles a child pouting while simultaneously trying to recover his entire soul from the whole-ass, flying, dictionary-like book that hit him square in the face. It hurts like a bitch, yes, but somehow, it reminds him of an incident a few months back— with the roles reversed.
He thinks that this was his karma for hitting you with a ball before.
The scene was familiar, he thought, before promptly passing out, sliding dramatically down the floor.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
“Hey, lady, watch out!” Luca warned, running to attempt to catch the stray ball, which was bulldozing straight in your direction. It was his fault, he admits. In his defense, he didn’t account for the fact that the ball would slip right through his target while performing his infamous tricks. Spoiler alert: he failed.
While you, you were blissfully unaware of whatever the fuck was happening behind you. You were just peacefully making your way into your next class— with your earphones on, the world might as well be damned. Safe to say, you weren’t aware of the several warnings of a certain club, with the ball barreling, cleanly aiming for your head. Well, until it hit you, at the very least. The impact sent you stumbling straight to your knees, with bleeds, cuts, and bruises, and a one-way ticket into a concussion.
You would’ve been pissed if only you weren’t a bleeding mess at the moment. Right now, you wanted nothing more than medical assistance and to beat the shit out of the fucker who threw that meteor-wannabe ball. For a minute, you kind of just lie there, silently accepting your fate and defeat, cursing the gods for your luck, and yourself because why the fuck did you choose to go by the shortcut at the side of the open field again??
Luca thought he might be experiencing a heart attack, for various reasons, but mostly because he knocked a very pretty girl out. The said pretty girl was sporting a very dead expression, seeming to accept whatever fate had in store for her (translation: becoming one with nature). That made him panic. He does not know how to bury a body. He has lackeys for that.
“A-are you… alright?” He managed to stutter out even if he was well aware that you were not, considering your current… stature.
“…” You didn’t respond, almost praying to whoever god was available to make the sunny man leave you alone. You weren’t exactly in the best, well, position to talk, so maybe with enough willpower and pretending to be dead, he’ll quietly disappear and leave you to your demise. Perhaps even call the infirmary if you’re lucky.
“M-miss?” He poked, nudging you using his foot, then slowly crouched down as if you were a hamster on the verge of a brain rupture. By the Gods, you might as well be, ahaha…? He literally poked you. Well, your cheek for whatever reason. Once, twice, thrice. Okay, fuck, it’s getting annoying very quickly.
“Won’t you stop that??” You snapped, smacking his finger away from you. “Ugh, my head. Dude, can't you just— I don't know— maybe get some help??”
“O-oh! Right! Yes, help!” Luca stuttered, a pink flush covering the tips of his ears. “Can you stand?” He asked earnestly, scanning you slightly to see the damage done. Your knees were scraped, skin peeling off. Your hands were in a slightly better condition, just the palms covered in a mix of blood and dirt.
Your face, however, was a different story. Your cheek was swollen red, and you could just feel a bruise forming. Your lips were, for lack of a better term, busted, with pretty crimson coating the bottom. And your head? Bursting from a migraine, you don't know whether it's from the impact, dehydration, or your lack of sleep.
Safe to say, you were faring pretty well, to be honest (note the sarcasm, please).
“Done staring?” Well, that evidently brought him out of his stupor. He shook his head slightly, then hovered. His hands gently snaked behind your knees and back, holding you in a princess carry. Carefully maneuvering into the infirmary.
While you froze at the contact. Just slightly, barely enough to notice. Who could blame you, honestly? Some handsome, jacked blonde was carrying you, princess style— as if you were a damsel in distress. You can feel his biceps lightly flexing in every step. By the Gods, you can literally smell his perfume. Gosh, he smells like a delicious mix of whiskey, tobacco, and… leather, perhaps? But strangely enough, fresh and warm is what it reminds you of. It suits him, somewhat—
“Miss? Please don't pass out; we're almost there.” As if he noticed you were in a daze, he pleaded, his voice soft & minty breath covering the air. Shit. You need to get a hold of yourself. ‘It's the concussion talking!’ you chanted in your head.
True to his words, you almost failed to notice that both of you were already in front of the infirmary. He shifted his hold on you, muttering a low ‘sorry,’ freeing his hand to open the door. Luckily, the nurse quickly saw him and ushered him to make you lie on the mattress.
He did so, almost reluctantly, but still as gently as if missing your warmth almost immediately. But then again, you must've imagined it— you really weren't thinking clearly. He left shortly after, muttering something about urgent student council duties.
Oho, but you weren't just imagining it. After he left, Kaneshiro swore he could feel his heart bursting out of his ribcage. He could feel it all, the thumping, jumping, and hammering beat of the godforsaken organ, almost begging to be let out.
He couldn't even fathom where he got the damn courage to literally pick you up when he swears he felt the world stop the moment he saw you. Gosh, he wanted to just stuff you in his pockets the moment you sassed him up! Listen, it's not his fault he got turned on by that; you were the one speaking. He's a simple guy, really.
A really, really simple guy. The moment he saw you? Yeah, he was glad the ball landed on you. He felt bad, super duper bad, of course, but then he considered that maybe it was fate setting you guys up together.
Shit, he still had to apologize for that.
But how could he, when coherence readily left his brain when he felt your body on his arms?
He isn’t a pervert; he swears by that. Lucy literally trained him to be a number one Women Respecter™, so he knows how to respect a lady.
But your warmth made him a little stupid, to be completely honest. Okay, maybe more than a little. Don’t even get him started with your scent. By the Gods, he felt his knees buckle ever-so-slightly when he got even the tiniest whiff! And he doesn’t even know your name!
...
Now that got him spiraling. Fuck, he never got your… name. Fuck! Ahh, it makes him want to bash his head! He lowkey wants to punch a wall out of frustration, but it’s fine— he’s cool. He’ll see you again, maybe later after he gets his job done.
‘Please let her be there, please!’ He begs the Gods, with pretty little tears making his eyes glassy. Mysta would laugh at him if he saw him right now. He's absolutely certain.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
“Luca, hey! Don’t die on mee!! I do NOT know how to bury a body.” You whined, shaking him rather harshly. You really didn’t mean to throw the book…! Well, that’s a lie. You meant it, but you didn’t mean the victim would be Luca! That bitchy little classmate of yours has been pulling pranks on you ever since last week— borderline bullying you. So what better way to get revenge than throwing a book as thick as its skull?? Your patience can only handle so much, after all.
That’s how he woke up. With your familiar lavender fragrance and whining. Not to mention, the almost comforting suffocation from your tits— OH HOLY SHIT. His upper body was in your lap, his face cradled by your chest, and the side where the book hit was with a cold tumbler pressed. Oh wow, he could die happily in that position. Don’t let him go, please. He silently begged.
Unluckily for him, though, you felt the slight shift of his breathing and the almost fever-like heat from his face.
“Shit, are you alive?? I’m sorry!! I really didn’t mean to— the pest—err, person was too quick! Might’ve sensed me waiting for its bloody murder—! Still, I didn’t mean to literally knock you off your feet. Have I mentioned ‘literally’? ” You rambled, letting his head fall into your lap. You were getting teary-eyed, your face riddled with guilt.
What you didn’t expect was for him to laugh. A low laugh, but still a laugh nonetheless. But then he winced, forgetting he was (just slightly) bruised. You contemplated pushing him off, quite frankly.
“You’re cute when you’re worried. Maybe I should let myself be hit by flying books more often.” He smiled, just as softly as his words. There’s a teasing tilt, yes, but you couldn’t deny the subtle fondness coating each word said.
i got a wee bit too carried away, whoops! can you guess the next character? likes & reblogs are very much appreciated! (btw that is his lore-accurate scent, trust)
Notes: not requested but i was suddenly hit by this idea literally after writing the previous chapter im such a whore…oohhh myyy goodd boss he makes me nut so hard
tags: short drabble, sub n dom dynamics, office sex, cowgirl, hair pulling, some degradation and PRAISE, biting/marking, jealous Boss drools
"i saw you looking at the man i was meeting with a little too closely," your boss, Luca Kaneshiro states, purple eyes boring into yours. you shake your head fiercely.
"Boss, I'd never--"
a harsh thrust up into your heat has you mewling, toes curled as you sat on your Boss's large cock. it practically splits you open, twitching inside your cunt. your Lucub mask, lays on his desk forgotten. now he has full view of the way your eyes lull back into your skull. jealousy thrums underneath his skin. only he would have your complete attention. not some random. you are to stay infatuated to him only. to stay loyal to him only.he takes a fistful of your hair to bring you close. "I don't recall giving you permission to speak."
you grind pathetically on his lap, seeking any friction. you whine like a bitch in heat, tears brimming your lower lash.
Luca tuts, loosening his hold. "is this what you wanted, you horny slut? to get me to fuck you like this?" he grabs your hips, his leather gloves covering your entire hip bones. raises you up and you whimper at the loss. he waits a few as your confusion shows on your furrowed brow. then he slams you down. no mercy. he squeezes his eyes shut and groans at the way you clench around his thick length. you mouth pops open as you let out the sluttiest moan he's ever heard, gripping his shoulders as if they were your only lifeline. back arched and tits in his face. he grins.
"now. will you look at another man like that again?" Luca questions, watching as tears fall.
you shake your head enthusiatically, rubbing your cheek pathetically against his. begging for forgiveness. his heart warms at the gesture. after all, he is a huge softie underneath all that grit.
"good girl," he whispers against the shell of your ear. you pant in response.
he raises your hips. you hold your breath. impales you once more, but meets your hips halfway. the smell of sex permeates the air, skin on skin loud and impossible to ignore. even more impossible with the lewd sounds of your cries and his groans as he relishes your tight cunt. uses you like his own personal fleshlight. his good little fleshlight, who rides him just as hard as he's thrusting. eager to be pumped full of his come.
