#count lucio smut

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

The only think that's better than smut headcanons is

More smut headcanons

It's colorful, it's clichè, it's

♡♧Sexy Lingerie♡♧

Portia - she has several pieces she desiegned and made herself. Her favourite is a classic purple babydoll. It's see through and has white fur all around the hems, that ticles your skin as you make your way under it.

Muriel - he'll never admit it, but he actually enjoys dressing up a bit for the occasion. He wears a beautiful hand woven kimono-cut robe, that frames his wide chest beautifully, with intricate geometric patterns on the front.

Julian - ... I mean, do I really need to tell you that his plague doctor leather outfit is, in fact, NOT for medical purposes?

Lucio - gold paint and blood red rhynestones. And that's it. Anything covering him would only hide his beauty.

Nadia - What part of her wardrobe should we talk about? The long transparent robes with trails? The thigh high leather boots? The lace and gold bodysuit?

Asra - illusion clothes. It seems real, it moves like it's real, but when you touch it... very much not real. They're mischievous enough to invite you on a walk by the river without telling you that the only actual things they're wearing are their necklaces.

[im-ovulating]

🚨WHOOP WHOOP IT'S THE SOUND OF DA POLICE🚨

I've decided to do Kinktober even though I can never seem to finish it😂

Maybe this year lol

32 prompts, 16 days as following:

Somnophillia + Body Worship x Twilight Felix Volturi (Fem Reader) October 1st

Corruption + Anal x The Arcana Count Lucio (Male Reader) October 3rd

Public Sex + Brat Taming x Obey Me Satan (GN Reader) October 5th

Nipple Play + Fingering x AHS Tate Langdon (Fem Reader) October 7th

Breeding Kink + Creampie x MHA Keigo Takami (Fem Reader) October 9th

Size Kink + Cumflation x Twilight Emmett Cullen (Fem Reader) October 11th

Pain + Humiliation x Twilight Alec Volturi/Jane Volturi (No Twincest) (GN Reader) October 13th

Cock Warming + Bullying x Obey Me Solomon (Male Reader) October 15th

Bondage + Lingerie x The Arcana Julian Devorak (Fem Reader) October 17th

Mirror Sex + Spanking x MHA Aizawa Shouta (Male Reader) October 19th

Voice Kink + Dirty Talk x Twilight Demetri Volturi (GN Reader) October 21st

FemDom + Edging x Twilight Jane Volturi (Male Reader) October 23rd

Breathplay + Blowjob x Twilight Jasper Hale (GN Reader) October 25th

Uniform + Authority Kink x Twilight Charlie Swan (Fem Reader) October 27th

Doctor Play + Exhibitionism x Twilight Carlisle Cullen (Fem Reader) October 29th

Monster Fucking + DubCon x Obey Me Leviathan (Fem Reader) October 31st

Wax Play + Choking x MHA Shouto Todoroki (Fem Reader) October 28th

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[consul-valerius]

Show Me What Normal is for You

Donna’s voice trailed off, their eyes widening as they spoke. They glanced up at Valerius, seeking some sort of validation, some sort of recognization. They silently hoped he would be normal; neither upset nor happy. Just… normal.

An evening of drinking and story-weaving leads Vesuvia's most dysfunctional polycule into a discussion of the divine (which leads to discussions of the past and perhaps the present too). However, not everyone involved is as intrigued when a certain Arcana is mentioned. It is up to Valerius to encourage his lover to open up to him in a way they haven't: to tell the full truth of their murky upbringing.

Rating: T for discussions of past abuse & darker themes

WC: 7,401 split between two chapters

Characters & Relationships: Valerius, Donna, Nadia (all in their own traid lol) & Sam and Lucio

Content warnings: discussions of past childhood abuse, discussions of attempted infanticide, childhood trauma, negative self talk/self thinking (most of this appears exclusively in the second chapter), casual discussions of death, mentioned parental death, and very casual daddy dom language because Sam and Lucio are there lmao

A/N: after years.... i have finally sat down and made Donna actually talk about their childhood/upbringing lmao this is a pretty personal fic for me for a variety of reasons, and it's one that I'm fairly proud of but also deeply insecure about all the same LOL again, very dialogue heavy and introspective; please heed all content warnings!

First chapter preview undercut, with links to both chapters there as well! if darker themes aren't your jam, you can just avoid the second chapter and know there's a lot of hurt but also a lot of gay comfort lmfao

Part One // Part Two

“What do you mean by that?” Nadia asked. Gods, it was becoming grating to Sam how endearing she was behaving. 

“Well, let’s use the cards as an example. Anyone can read the cards. I know their assigned meanings, and if you paid me, I would do a card reading for you and may actually sell you on my sincerity. But that’s all it is: storytelling. I can twist any general reading to be specific toward you if you told me enough about yourself—that is why there are so many con artists when it comes to this. If you can tell a tale, you can read the cards. 

Donna, however, actually can hear the Arcane and interpret their messages. That isn't exactly standard practice, and certainly not one I can do anymore.”

“Any more?” Lucio prodded, snuggling closer. 

“I used to have… some connection to my patron, yes.” Sam paused to glance down at the hand Lucio was playing with; he seemed to be reflecting on what to say next. His shoulders straightened out before he sighed. “But she severed that tie long ago. It was my own doing, of course. The Arcana do not take kindly to those who break from their paths, and they especially do not enjoy feeling replaced by some mortal being.”

“Huh—"

“They can do that?” Nadia cut in, a sudden and uncommon anxiety now in her tone. “Break off a connection, that is.”

A bitter smile graced Sam’s features; he regarded Nadia up and down for a moment before nodding. 

“In my case, yes. Though perhaps it was for the best; breaking that tie broke off all of my connection to the arcane realms. I am much better at judging and denying earthly temptations than I would be magical.”

“Magical temptations? Like what, fairy circles or what have you?” Valerius piped up again, his focus now squarely on Donna’s hair. He thankfully did not seem aware of Sam’s giggle at his question. 

“Well, no, silly boy,” Sam sighed as Lucio snickered. “I mean much more divine intervention.”

“Do the Arcana… meddle in earthly affairs?” Nadia reclined further into her seat, getting more comfortable. 

“Obviously they do,” Sam said, mirroring her posture. “The fact that they choose humans to take under their wing says enough. But most patrons know not to directly interfere with this world; many will only tend to their flock in dreams or drug-induced stupors; whenever the veil is at its most thin or what have you.”

“And you are implying there are those who do more, are you not?”

“Well, yes.”

“Do you know which ones specifically—“

“The Devil.”

All eyes quickly snapped down to Donna. Their head was down, their shoulders hunched, and their fingers dug into their knees. Nadia tilted her head as she pushed forward slightly in her seat, readying herself to dart to the floor if need be. It seemed as if Sam was going to do the same, but he was stopped by Lucio grabbing his hand with a bruising grip.

“The Devil…?” Valerius prodded, the only one not fully aware of the tone shift. 

“The Devil represents an excess of indulgences,” Sam cut in, trying to keep his tone neutral while trying to focus his attention between Lucio and Donna. “Out of all of the arcana, it makes the most sense that He would be most interested in earthly affairs and getting entangled in them; to want more than the vast expanses of magical realms he can control is in line with what he represents. He is the one patron to meddle in the affairs of others, regardless of who their patron is, to a normally… detrimental effect.”

“Detrimental?” Nadia pushed, her own curiosity outweighing her concern momentarily. 

Sam shot Donna a concerned look, his lips sealing into a thin line. They slowly lifted their head, the pink in their hair gone and back to its normal blue. 

They only shrugged up at him, a small smile on their face. 

“Well…” Sam finally continued, pulling Lucio closer to him by the waist. “In my life, and in the type of work I used to do, I’ve seen people get… desperate . Desperate for a variety of things: money, power, friends, family, the love those people can give to you—we traversed in dark places, and it can lead to ravenous desires. I was lucky to have not just been disconnected from the magical realms but to have a mentor who knew too well the horrors that lurk there. 

Others do not. Even the faintest whispers of the divine can twist the noblest of people. And this world is often cruel and unforgiving: to be offered a lifeline, to be offered some notion of control, is sometimes far too captivating to ignore.”

“You’re speaking in riddles,” Valerius interjected, now annoyed. “Speak plainly.”

“The drunkard says to the master,” Sam finally laughed, though there was little joy there. Lucio and Donna had both, shockingly, fallen silent, neither quite looking at anything or anyone. “What I mean is that it is easy for The Devil to tempt and offer solutions . I once knew a woman—a good, strong woman, I might add—who lost her entire family to a group of highwaymen. A senseless tragedy that falls on many—she is not unique, and neither are the effects of grief. She sought out my mentor for guidance, but your fellow human can only do so much for you. She was desperate for answers and for justice, and this world marches to the beat of its own drum. It was just taking too damn long. 

So who better to come in than The Devil himself? Or what she thought was him. In exchange for something trivial, he can give you a name, a place they live, and even their weaknesses. But even more than that—what of power, what of strength? If you are to face your family’s slayers, should you not be prepared to dish out justice? She made deal after deal behind our backs, each one more complicated, each price growing steeper and steeper. By the time I or anyone had noticed a change, it was far too late. The Devil’s chains are… unbreakable. And the damage they do is far more than anyone can help.” 

A long, heavy silence filled up the space like a thick smog. Nadia averted her eyes entirely, lost in her own thoughts, unsure what question to ask next. Valerius sat up straighter, his hands still petting through Donna’s hair. He could not see their expression from where he was sitting. He could only see how Lucio glanced back to the doorway as if he was worried someone was there. Valerius couldn’t help but think the same thing. 

“But why go through that only to be… well.. ruined?” He asked without thinking. Sam only smiled sadly at him. 

“You are so lucky, my dear boy, to have never been in want of anything.” Sam patted Lucio’s hip as he spoke, soothing him absently as he regarded Valerius. “And I hope you never experience it—truly, I do. Anyone may fall victim to this—it is our nature, after all, to seek out temptations with no regard for ourselves or others. That is the essence of the card; it is neither good nor evil: The Devil just exists as a paradigm of our makeup. He cannot help himself to crave more from this world, and we, in turn, cannot help but be tempted by him. It is up to the person on what they choose to do or not do, on the vile acts they may commit, and on giving up everything to gain their single want. Had I any line of communication left, I am not so sure I would be here—“

“ Gods , this is grim!”

[chiyoso]

.....rekindling my flame for the arcana fuck 🥹

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂𝐒

count lucio x reader

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↳ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The comforting silence of the palace library is spliced by a deep sigh, followed by the noisy creaking of an armchair being leaned into. You choose to ignore it, still sucked into the thick magical tome propped up by another stack of books of similar topics.

Your eye twitches when you hear Lucio sigh again, half-whining into the stale air of the room. The ex-count didn’t share your passion for reading, nor the constant stuffing of the mind with knowledge. Unfortunately, that didn’t deter him from insisting on accompanying you when you participated in such activities. He still followed you around like a puppy, even with his body now restored and the chains of your bond didn’t demand close proximity. 

You enjoyed his company, truly, but you wished he’d sit your library visits out.

Your eyes skim over the same sentence a fifth time, Lucio’s constant shuffling and noise-making preventing you from taking it in properly.

You desperately try to re-immerse yourself into your studying, but another sigh that sounds more like a cry for attention weasels through the air and you throw your pen down on the table in frustration. You scowl, throwing a pointed glance over your shoulder at Lucio, a complaint on the tip of your tongue before it falls right off. The fact that he’s staring right at you isn’t what surprises you, no, it’s the absolute rapture in his silver gaze as he does so.

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[kiwi-on-ice]

can u do 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 lifeweaver x gn!reader ? i found u on tiktok and i loved ur lifeweaver slides!

Favourite positions headcannons with Lifeweaver, Cole Cassidy, Ramattra, Lucio, Genji and Reinhardt with gn!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ smut, reader is implied to have a pussy (or at least be a bottom lmao), dom/sub dynamics and degradation present in Ramattra’s.

Notes: just wanted to do a quick post to say thank you all so much for nearly 300 followers! I’m grateful for you all xx

Lifeweaver:

Oh this is a certified lover boy right here. Best believe he wants a position where he can see your face, where most of your body is exposed to his gaze.

That’s why missionary is always his go to, he’s able to thrust into you while keeping a hand on your cheek to ensure your pretty eyes are on him. So he can gaze down at you lovingly and watch your facial expression as you react to every movement.

It also gives him the ability to pinch and play with your nipples, smiling at the sounds that escape your throat as he lavishes you in praise.

But his absolute favourite thing to do in this position is fold you over yourself, knees pressed to your chin so he can slam into you in a mating press, letting you feel him all the way in your guts.

Because he’s so big, he dwarfs you and ensures all you can think about is him, all you can focus on is his cock thrusting in and out of you rapidly. Loves to kiss you in that position, mumbling against your hips how good you take him, how much he wants to fill you up with his cum for being so so good for him. But before he does that you’ll have to cum first.

Apart from that, any position where he has you in front of a mirror is perfect for him. He’ll set you on his lap so he can play and toy with your body, telling you intricate praises and compliments. If you’re a self conscious person, he’ll make you repeat them back to him while keeping your eyes on the mirror as he brings you over the edge again and again.

Alternatively, he might not even fuck you at all, perfectly content with you sitting on his face as he gives you the pleasure he knows you deserve.

Cole Cassidy:

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

He loves it if you ride him, the sight of you moving up and down on his lap. The sight of every angle of your body being on show for him to watch. The sight of his cock disappearing into your hole with every bounce.

Doesn’t care if it makes him look lazy, he’ll just lay back into the pillows, one hand stroking your hip while the other puffs the cigar in his mouth, occasionally offering it to you.

Now if you really want him to go feral, take his cowboy hat off and put it on yourself. You’ll feel him throb inside you as she growls, teasing you about it as he starts to thrust up inside you.

Now he’s an ass man, so when he isn’t gripping your ass while you ride him, he’s gripping and slapping your ass while he takes you from behind, another favourite of his.

Just loves to see it ripple with every thrust, and how you squeak or moan when he spanks you. Depending on the day he’s had, he’ll pump into you in methodical strokes while teasing you, or he’ll fuck into you hard and fast, chasing his pleasure.

Don’t be surprised if he’s puffing his cigar in that position too, the scent filling your nostrils before you even realised he’d lit it, too preoccupied by how deep he reaches as he forces your back to arch.

Ramattra:

Yeah he also likes doggy style, for more…dominating reasons.

Will love to push your head into the mattress, pounding into you while he mocks you for being so pathetic, so desperate to be filled that you’d let a dangerous omnic fuck you and toy with you just so you could find release.

He’d pull your hair, making your back arch for him as he railed you. Just loves to see how pliable your body is when he has you like this, and the noises that fall from your throat. Will also spank you to elicit similar noises, and best believe you’ll have a handprint on your ass to prove it.

And he could even pick you up in that position, moving you into a full nelson as your body jolts with each punishing thrust upwards.

Alternatively, he likes fucking you against the wall. Displays his sheer strength as he can just manhandle you to a position of his liking, you legs dangling pathetically as he has his way with you.

Although he loves fucking you while you’re facing him in that position, your legs wrapped around his waist as he holds you steady against the wall with his hands on your hips and ass. He won’t want to admit it, but it makes his internal fans whirl louder when he sees you face in ecstasy as you gaze up at him longingly.

However if you’ve been a brat, then you clearly don’t deserve the cock he graciously had fitted just to please you, so he’ll love to watch you hump his leg instead as he sits proud in his chair, legs spread. If you please him enough he might let you sit on his lap and hump his thigh instead. And if you please him just right, if your begs and grovelling are to his satisfaction, he may even let you sink down on him and ride him till he short circuits.

Lucio:

My sweet baby, he’s such a romantic!!! His favourite would definitely be missionary, you guys are just so close like that.

He’ll be holding your hand like a lifeline, gentle and measured strokes inside you as he rests his forehead against yours. Would love to feel all your little gasps against his lips, feeling your chests so close, his thumb soothingly running over the back of your hand. He’s always got you <3

However every man has needs, and Lucio is no different. So if you ask to ride him, he definitely isn’t gonna say no. It’ll be the positon he’s the most vocal in for sure, whines and grunts tumbling out his lips as you use his dick to get off.

He’ll be grabbing everywhere and anywhere, needing to feel useful as you make his eyes roll back with pleasure. Grabbing handfuls of your ass or hips or chest or thighs. Anywhere.

If you hold his hands in this position his hips will twitch, breath shaky as he pleads with you to let him fuck up into you. The whines will just tumble from his mouth, the grip on your hands tight, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Alternatively, if you’re wearing shorts…please let him hit it from the back. His favourite if you’re having a quickie before his show, pushing into you fast as you bend over his dressing table and present yourself for him. Or even against the door if you’re brave enough, both of you struggling to be quiet as his manager knocks on the wood and tells your boyfriend he’s due on stage in 5 minutes.

Genji:

Another man who loves you riding him. After becoming mostly cybernetic, he’s hyper aware of his own strength, as well as the way he looks now. You being on top allows him to peace of mind that he isn’t gonna accidentally hurt you, or crush you.

But also my god he loves watching the show. The way your hips move and circle to get the most pleasure, your hand gripping at his metal chest to steady yourself, the look on your face as the sensations build and build inside of you. He’ll instinctively go to hold your hips, perhaps accidentally holding that bit too tight so it leaves bruises.

But that position is perfect for praising him, telling him how good he feels, how beautiful you think he is. That’ll really make him whimper, audible over the soft plap of your thighs against him. Instinctively he’ll buck up at the praise, driving his cock deep inside you as he whines in embarrassment and pleasure at your complimentary words.

Hold his hands too, regardless of position he’d like for you to hold on to his hand or arms, makes him feel like you trust him, that you look to him for a source of comfort and security. He might even place something cozy and fuzzy on so you have a gentle fabric to hold.

Reinhardt:

Missionary, a classic position for a classic man. Loves how small you look under him, how his big arms practically dwarf your head as he braces himself above you. Sure he’s no spring chicken anymore, but he can still fuck you the way a pretty thing like you deserve.

And if you teasingly imply he can’t fuck you for too long, or suggest you can get on top instead? Well, that’s pretty much the only time his gentlemanly facade will crack, as he drives into you at a pace most young men wouldn’t dream of; his big cock filling you up so completely that your eyes will be rolling.

But most times he’s the epitome of a gentle giant, gently kissing you as he rocks slowly in and out of your smaller body, his beard gently tickling your neck and shoulder as he leaves small love bites on your skin.

But listen, if you’re with him you’re gonna most likely have a thing for his size and strength. So he will definitely pick you up while you guys are fucking if that’s what his sweetheart wants. With a firm grip on your hips he’ll encourage you to wrap your thighs around him so he can fuck you against the wall, your head against his scarred chest.

In that position, you’ll hear the rumbling in his chest as he moans, telling you how good you are, how stunning you are in his arms; it’s like you belong there. And if you’re fucking him after a mission, he’ll ramble about how he’s always gonna protect you, that it’s his duty to keep you safe and content as you cum around his big cock.

[froggibus]

SUMMER SUNTACULAR AND THINKING ABOUT LUCIO’S GOLDEN WET SKIN IN THE BEACH DRIVES ME CRAZY RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

one shot. smut. please im thirsty.

thanks your existing i love you 🥰

- Lucio’s simp

Sex On The Beach - Lucio

Pairing: Lucio Correia dos Santos x fem! reader (uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/nsfw

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: a beach day with your boyfriend turns steamier than expected

CW: public sex, Lucio humour, sex on the beach, unprotected sex, nipple play, creampie

sgfdhskskl I was so so so excited to write this. idk if its cause of the summer games event or lucioball or what but whenever its summer, i always think about our froggi boy. this was sm fun to write and i hope you like it! also thanks sm for your support & participating in the event <3

this is part of our Summer Suntacular event! come check it out!

The sweltering sun overhead gleams across your boyfriend's chest, his tanned skin turning golden in the sunlight. He flashes you a bright smile and gives you a wave from where he stands knee deep in the shimmering, blue water. 

The thinly strewn muscles in his arm flex with the motion, the rippling, golden skin enough to make you drool. You’re grateful for the distance, partly so he can’t see you salivating over something as simple as him shirtless, and partly so you don’t pounce on him in such a public place. 

You take a deep breath—though it does nothing to sate the heat washing across your skin—and cross your legs. You return his wave, cupping your hand over your eyes so you can see him better. 

Grabbing the melted remnants of your mai tai, you settle into your towel in the warm sand and look around. Despite being such a gorgeous, hot day, hardly anyone is around. The family that had been set up about twenty metres away from you have long since packed up, leaving the two of you in almost complete isolation. 

You sip back the rest of your drink and go back to watching your boyfriend do the backstroke. Each wave of his arm in the water is followed with water rolling down his muscles—all you can think is how badly you want to rub your hands down his skin and lick the water as it drips down. 

“Earth to y/n, hello?”

You flinch, your heart beating a thousand times a second. You glance up at your boyfriend and offer a sheepish smile. “Hey baby.”

“Whatcha looking at?” He asks, but judging by the grin on his face, he knows damn well what you were looking at. 

You dig your hands into the sand and push yourself up. “Just you.” You grin at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. “What about me, hm?”

You slide your hands down his neck, to his shoulder blades and the muscles that live there. His skin is warm to the touch with the occasional cold drop of water relieving your palms. You plant another kiss on his lips. 

“You’re just so sexy,” you admit, suddenly feeling a little hot. “You look like a demigod.”

He laughs. “More like a music god.”

You roll your eyes at his stupid joke, letting out a snort. He slides his hands to your waist, digging the pads of his fingers into your sides and tugging you towards him. 

He kisses you again, intensely, desperately. You press your body closer to his, drawing him in as close as you can. You can feel every crevice of his body, feel the flexing of his abs and arms with every little motion he makes. 

He slips his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a gasp from you. He laughs against your lips, the vibrations tickling your sensitive skin. 

Just as he slides his lips to the edge of your collarbone, you gently push him away. He offers you a puzzled look, his dark brows raised. 

“We’re in public. What if someone sees?”

He gestures towards the miles long empty beach. “Yeah, look at this crazy audience. I wish I had a turn out like this at my shows.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You lightly slap his shoulder. “Jerk.”

“You love it,” he beams and tugs you in for another kiss. 

It’s needier than before, pure desire following in the wake of each sloppy motion. His hands trail down your body, running down the curves of your bathing suit and settling on the spot where the waistband of your bikini bottoms rest on your skin. 

He slides his fingers across the band, dipping them just inside and stopping. His lips trail down from yours to your collarbone, planting sloppy kisses as he makes his way down from your neck to your chest. 

You gasp when his lips wrap around your clothed nipple, the warmth of his mouth teasing at your sensitive skin. You slide your hand through his hair, twirling his locks around your fingers. 

His other hand slides into your bottoms and cups your heat. You can feel him smirk against your nipple, the sudden motion forcing a moan from your mouth. 

The pads of his fingers rub at your clit, drawing lazy circles while his mouth makes quick work of your nipples. He slowly drags his finger down your slit, collecting your juices before slowly pushing his index finger inside of you. 

You clench around him, your knees suddenly feeling wobbly and threatening to send you face first into the sand. Lucio braces you against him, kneeling down until both of you are awkwardly laying on the towel together. 

The towel is warm on your back from the sand underneath it, but it’s a welcome warmth. On instinct, you spread your legs, trying to silently tell him you want more. 

Lucio obliges—always reading your body language even better than sheet music—slipping another finger inside of you. You throw your head back, a puff of sand flying up on either side of you, and arch your back to give him better access. 

He curls his fingers inside of you, the soft pads digging into that spot inside of you that drives you crazy. Just as you get used to the rhythm of his pumping fingers, he pulls out. 

“Babe!” You cry, looking at him through your lashes. “Why’d you stop?”

He pulls back, propping himself up on his knees so he can slowly tug down his board shorts. “Can’t let you have all the fun, can I?”

Lucio swears drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth as he tugs his shorts down just enough to free his thick, throbbing cock. He was already half hard just from seeing you in your bathing suit, but when he stuck his hands in your cunt and felt just how wet you are for him, his cock almost hurt from how hard it got. 

He reaches his hand towards your core, pulling your bikini bottoms to the side to make room for his cock. He leans into you, lining his cock up with your entrance, and slowly pushes in. 

The stretch makes you whine, fisting your hands in the sand and clenching your eyes shut. Lucio digs his hands into the meat of your hips, using it to push himself even deeper. It feels like forever until he bottoms out, until his cock scrapes that spot deep inside of you that only he can hit. 

He strokes your cheek gently, prompting you to open your eyes. “How’re we doing, baby?”

“G—good,” you stutter out. 

The sun behind his silhouette casts a godly glow to his skin, making him look ethereal. You wrap your arms around his neck and slowly bounce your hips against his. 

He smiles at your eagerness, taking the hint and starting to meet you halfway. His thrusts slowly pick up the pace as he finds his rhythm, his skin making loud slapping noises as his balls smack against your thighs. 

Beads of sweat roll down his neck and arms, making his muscles glisten. Soft grunts and groans escape his lips in tandem with the thrust of his hips against yours. He rolls his cock inside of you, the tip just gently brushing your cervix. 

You tug him closer, burying your face into his neck so you can whine even louder while he fucks you. Lucio mimics you, lips pressed so deep into your collarbone that you can feel the vibrations of his moans in your chest. 

The knot in your stomach build with every motion, coiling tighter and tighter and threatening to snap with each drag of his cock. You clench around him, desperate for more. More of what, you’re not sure. 

“If you keep clenching me like that,” he grunts, “I’m not gonna be able to pull out.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside of you. “I d-don’t want you to.”

Lucio cums almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, thrusting sloppily as he shoots rope after rope of white hot cum inside of you. The heat and the motion and his sexy fucking moans send you spiraling, the knot in your stomach bursting open and pushing you over the edge. 

All the muscles in your body contract, the heat in your body reaching a nearly unbearable temperature. Your eyes flutter open and shut, tears pricking the corners and threatening to spill through the waves of your orgasm. 

Lucio strokes your head weakly while you cum, still winding down from his own high, and whispers praise in your ears. 

You blink at him a few times when the aftershocks of your orgasm finally subside. The world around you comes back into view and suddenly you remember exactly where you are. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks and rolls off of you. 

“Good, good.” You say, pulling your bottoms back into place before his cum can fully leak out. “Hey babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we go home? I need to shower.” You swallow back a laugh, “I have sand in places you should never have sand.”

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[themoongladiator]

Count Lucio headcannons

SFW

Bro is such a simp

Once you told him you actually and truly liked him back he became the clingiest man ever

So many cuddles. All the time

He loves to just shower you with compliments and gifts and he'll pout if you don't accept them

Be warned tho he gets jealous really easily

When he's jealous he refuses to let go of you and glares down whoever is getting a little to close for his liking

In public and private he's very loud about his adoration for you and most quiet moments happen in the morning when he's still half asleep and you're gently stroking his hair (And secretly those are his favorite moments)

It takes him a while but eventually he opens up about his past and you might see some tears but knowing you aren't gonna leave him because of what he did helps him relax

Speaking of which he's got so many anxieties that you're going to leave him for someone nicer like Portia or someone more thoughtful and quiet like Muriel.

But when you cup his face and shower him with compliments all those worries melt away

Bro was sweating bullets when he first met your family

He tried his best to be charming and show them how much he did care about you

Marriage is a thought that's on Lucio's mind almost every time he looks at you but he's happy to wait until you're ready to propose

(He'd die of happiness if you proposed though)

NSFW Minors/afab readers do not interact

Warnings: Dom reader, smut (obviously), amab reader, safe word, bondage, overstimulation, edging, cockwarming, lingerie, size kink, and praise kink

Words can not express how much I want to ruin this man

He's such a whiny and bratty little sub

You two have a safe word in place and don't worry Lucio knows when he needs to use it

When it comes to noises he doesn't hold back. Not when he wants everyone to hear how good you're making him feel

Speaking of noises he moans, groans, whines, whimpers all of it

If you're taller than him or stronger than him he gets super turned on by it especially if you pin him down and whisper in his ear

He loves it when you tie him up and tease him he doesn't know what it is but being so helpless under you is a huge turn on

Edging is a good punishment for if he's being a brat but don't be fooled by his pathetic whines and pleas he's enjoying it (You can tell by his near-constant smirk the entire time)

Another good punishment is cockwarming. You have to basically hold his hips down because he's trying so hard to get you to thrust into him and he's already trembling and practically begging you to just fuck him already

On the opposite end he absolutely loves overstimulation and he can probably go for several rounds too

He's got a vast collection of all sorts of fancy lingerie that he loves to show off to you

While Lucio does like it rough almost all the times there's some days when it feels so hard to smile and he feels worthless and he just wants you to hold him as you gently fuck him and whisper all the things you love about him in his ear

During aftercare he can be a little needy but he just loves having your attention on him

[biblicallyaccuratefangirl]

ִ ࣪𖤐 Overview of this blog ִ ࣪𖤐

About me:

Hi, I'm oceanou ♡︎ I'm an artist, writer, singer, Christian, and biology enthusiast. I'm neurodivergent and deal with mental illness (why else would I be on this site). Some fandoms I'm in right now are Genshin Impact, the Arcana, Lore Olympus, & the Office. Slowly exiting the Brimstone and Roses fandom as well as the Community fandom (💔)

About my work:

I like writing self inserts, and tend to write from a female perspective (though I don't always state or imply the pov is female). I stick to opposite-sex romances and rarely write multi-chapter fics, preferring drabbles, imagines or headcanons. I don't feel comfortable writing smut, but anywhere from fluff to lime is my bread and butter. Every once in a while you might get some angst out of me but don't count on it . . A few of my favorite tropes/topics are domesticity, fluff, their 'firsts', secret relationship, forced proximity, doctor/patient, long distance/reunion, their 'favorites', unrequited→requited

About requests:

I'm happy to take requests, so long as they generally coincide with my aforementioned comfort zones. I'll gladly do requests of women from a male perspective or men from a female perspective, or any character from an aromatic perspective. I'd be comfortable writing headcanons about the characters themselves without mention of the reader's gender as well. I'll update this every once in a while, but here is an indefinite list of characters I'm happy to write about:

-Genshin Impact-

ok there's too many to name. pretty much anybody, though idk the more recent characters very well.. The following are some of my favorites to write

Childe

Kazuha

Tighnari

Wanderer/Scara

Xiao

Venti

Thoma

Diluc

Kaeya

Albedo

-The Arcana-

Asra

Julian

Nadia (?)

Muriel (?)

I could probably be convinced to write about Portia or Lucio, but it definitely wouldn't be my forte..

also to be fair. I have 'did Asra's route first and now I don't think I could ever do any other route' syndrome . So I'm not very far at all in the other routes

Additionally, if you have a request about a character from any of the other fandoms I've listed, there's a good chance I'll humor you 🤝

Masterlist:

╰┈➤ Arcana ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Asra:

⌦ Accidentally walking in on you changing

⌦ In the morning

⌦ Jealousy

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

Smut Headcanons!

We're talking about-

Fucking someone dumb:

no, not like fucking someone who is dumb, we've got a ton of Lucio smut here already, the point is

Rating the M6 from easiest to hardest.

♤♤♤

Portia

She'd be toyally down for it and loving it. She's the tipe who can enjoy sex fairly easily, in a fun and lighthearted way, so she'd give in happily

Lucio

he's got quite the stamina, but he's also quite dumb at his baseline, so i figure it would be pretty easy if you can keep up with the cardio.

Nadia

Our countess would very much accept the challenge to resist you, but she's also the type who knows how to indulge in pleasure and instructs her partner properly about this. She'd be 100% your ally in fucking her dumb, as long as next time will be your turn.

Asra

I'll die on this hill: after MC's incident, Asra became quite the control freak. Loosing their cool wouldn't be that easy, but on the other hand the two of you have the magic's asset, so after all it shouldn't be the hardest to fuck dumb.

Julian

Yes, he is a horny lil bitch, but he's also a huge overthinker -and with this I mean, he thinks too much. He's always worring about something, and the opposite of selfish, and takes every responsability on his shoulders (maybe this is why he loves being tied and physical pain): getting him to that mindspace where he can be fucked dumb would be hella hard because his own mind is the fiercest opponent.

Muriel

Would he be down for it? I don't really see him as a man of extremes. Even if that were the case, he's got quite the self control, so I think he'd be the hardest one to dumb out.

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: Told you it'd be up soon😅😘)

Word Count: 2,007

Summary- How do you expect Lucio to deny a treat such as yourself?

Warnings: Con Noncon, Mentions of "deflowering" (social construct but🤷‍♀️), anal, a singular slap at the beginning, fingering, unprotected sex- no creampie, let me know if i missed any

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Count Lucio x Male! Reader: Corruption + Anal; Kinktober 2023

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The palace library is filled with the steady shuffling of paper as you flip through various spell books.

Asra has been trying to teach you how to enter the Arcana Realm on your own but you just can't seem to grasp it. So here you are: sorting through book after book to try to figure it out. Sure, Asra would be more than happy to give you extra help, but you can't bring yourself to ask. Not after everything they have done for you already.

Just as you let out a sigh, about to give up for the day, the library doors slam open. You don't even have to look to know who it is. But you do, because he's the count and something about respect, yada yada yada.

You politely nod in acknowledgement even though you're trying to keep your eye from twitching in annoyance. You're already stressed between Asra's new task and the general mayhem that comes from being the count's personal magician.

Namely, the count's particular fascination with making you do measly magic tricks as though you're a court jester - it makes you regret ever accepting the Countess's offer.

"Ah! Y/n! What a wonderful surprise!" Count Lucio exclaims as he strides over to you.

As if he came to the library for any reason other than wanting to bother you.

"Count Lucio," you deadpan, continuing to flip through the pages in front of you.

He perches on the table, not bothering to move the priceless tomes and scrolls. You cringe as the papers crinkle and crunch under his weight.

"I'll never understand why you choose to bury yourself in such a dark, dusty room," he absently flips a book closed as he glances at the papers with a screwed up face. "If I didn't know any better I would think you like these books more than me~"

'Guess you don't know better, then…' you think bitterly.

"Do you require my assistance with something, your Excellency?"

His lips twist into a nasty smirk, sending a chill down your spine.

"I do, actually~"

Rubbing your temples you bookmark the tome you're looking through and set it aside. "And that would be with..?"

Over the course of your time at the palace, you've come to learn that the count has little to no regard for personal space when it comes to the people he favors, -unfortunately, you're one of the most favored of his staff- so you don't think much of it as he grabs your wrist and brings your hand toward him.

That is, until he places your hand on his lap. Specifically, his notably hard crotch.

His grip tightens when you move to yank your hand back.

"Sir-"

"Ah, ah ah~ You know what happens to people who upset me~" The Count chides.

The threat behind his words makes you freeze as images flash through your mind.

Various staff members who have been executed in various ways. From public hangings to being chased down by Mercedes and Melchior.

"There's a smart boy~" Count Lucio sing-songs. "You will do as I say, when I say it. Understand?"

Your jaw is set as you numbly nod.

"Good boy… Now, strip." He commands as releases your wrist to shrug off his jacket, leaving his torso bare.

You'd be lying if you said the count wasnt insanely attractive. Or that you hadn't thought about almost this exact situation before. But reality is different from fantasies.

A slap to the face snaps you out of your thoughts. You keep your head snapped to the side as he speaks.

"I said: strip."

With no other choice, you stand, slowly peeling layer after layer off until you're standing bare before him. Keeping your eyes to the ground, you wait for his next order as embarrassed tears prick at your eyes.

"Fuck… Look at you- better than I imagined." He breathes.

The tears slip down your cheeks as the praise causes your cock to start to twitch to life.

Horror dawns on you as you realize he said 'Imagined'... That means he's thought this… That he planned it. Oh, gods…

"C'mere."

His voice brings you back. Numbly, you move your legs until you're in front of him. He yanks you to stand between his legs.

"Open your mouth." Dropping your jaw open, your hands clench into fists at your side. Why you? Why couldn't this be happening to another staff member?

You know it's an awful thought, but you can't help it.

His fingers are heavy on your tongue as he slides them in to the knuckle. "Now suck."

The count's intense gaze never leaves you as you suck and swirl your tongue around his digits. You close your eyes in shame as your cock stands at attention between you. You know it's just a primal response, but the disgrace still fills you.

Even more so when you acknowledge the small part of you that's enjoying the attention. The part of you that whispers about all the times you imagined being bent over by him and fucked until you couldn't walk; reminds you of all the times you've feverishly tugged at yourself to the thougbt of him until you were spilling into your bath water.

After his fingers are thoroughly slicked, Count Lucio pulls his hand back and slips it behind you. You jump as you feel his wet fingers slip between your ass cheeks and trace around your hole.

"Wait!" You yelp, taking a step back. Which, with the way the pressure makes his finger breach you, does anything but help the heat in your face. "What are you doing?"

The count's head tilts to the side as he leans back against his metal arm. You try not to let the way his abs tense with the movement get to you. Try.

Raising an eyebrow he says, "Well, I was going to prepare you to take my cock, but, if you'd prefer no preparation, I'm happy either way…"

His dismissive attitude has you sputtering.

"So?" He asks, "Prepped or not prepped?"

"Well- I- Um- Wh-" You can feel the heat in your chest with how embarrassed you are. You're standing in front of Vesuvia's ruler, as naked as the day you were born, being asked how you like to be fucked. Please let a hole open up beneath you and swallow you whole…

Count Lucio rolls his eyes and huffs a sigh, "Prepped it is. Now- forearms on the table." He stands from his perch.

Hesitating, you just glance between him and the table. This is actually happening…

"Now."

His tone carries the authority of the fearless commander he's known to be and it has you shuddering as you lean over a couple scrolls.

"Good boy~"

You suck in a breath at the appraisal. Your hips jerk as he starts to push his fingers into you once more.

He pushes the first finger in until what you guess is the second joint before pulling it out and joining it with another finger. The count slowly starts to scissor you open.

"This is wrong…" you whimper out and the dirty feeling washing over you. "This is so, very wrong…" Fresh tears flow from your eyes as the count ruins you.

"Oh, baby, the only thing wrong right now, is you." You can feel his warmth as he leans over you to whisper in your ear. His fingers continue to force small whines from your lips as they pump in and out of you. "This isn't right, the body isn't meant for this…"

"Wait a minute-" Count Lucio pauses with a grin. "You don't mean the situation, do you?" Your bottom lip trembles as you shake your head.

"Please, don't do this to me," you whisper as your forehead falls to the table in defeat.

"Oh~" you can hear the growing smirk in his voice.

"Oh, I'm going to ruin you, my little magician~" he growls out.

His fingers start up with a renewed vigor and he speaks.

"Gonna ruin this tight little hole. Gonna ruin you for anyone else; you're never gonna be able to even think about anyone else after I'm done with you."

All of a sudden his fingers are gone and something much bigger is pushing at your rim. When did he undo his pants?

"Please… Lucio-"

Before you can get the rest of your plea out, you're interrupted.

"Godsdamn it-" He groans. "Drop the "Count" from now on. My name sounds so good coming from your lips, baby…"

You cry out as the count starts to push in. Not out of pain, but because you're never going to be intact again. Facing the ultimate shame has you once again cursing at the Arcana for not choosing someone else to be deflowered in this way.

You're sobbing into the tabletop by the time Lucio bottoms out. You can feel his metal fingers contrasting his flesh on your opposite hip; the sharp, gold digits digging into your skin as he starts to pull out.

You're babbling various pleas and protests as he thrusts back in. Your words fall on deaf ears as he starts to pick up the pace. Your cries mix with his pleasured curses fill the otherwise empty library.

One particularly hard thrust has you screaming out in pleasure and pain as he slams into your prostate- over and over the bundle of nerves takes the hits. Over and over you clench your eyes as you jaw goes slack. The most obscene noises leave you, noises you didn't know you could make.

"Fucking hell-" Lucio hisses as he snaps his hips against yours, "Feel so fucking good; look at you sucking me in so eagerly. And to think- hah- you were so against this."

You can't bring yourself to answer. Your cheek is smushed against the wooden table as you get shoved up and down it with every thrust. The shiny surface fogs with each pant and moan that escapes you.

You can feel yourself climbing closer and closer to the edge, your balls start to tighten as the pain of neglect becomes almost too much for your leaking cock.

"Please…" You don't know what you're begging for at this point. You've already been ruined. Why not capitalize on it?

"Please, Lucio… I- I can't-'' You're still sobbing, but it's more from frustration than anything by now. The pleasure coursing through you with each stroke too much yet not enough. Not enough to make you cum.

In your desperation, you sneak your hand beneath you, damning any shame that action makes you feel, and grip the base of your cock, stroking your hand in time with Lucio's thrusts.

"Hah- Aughhh~" Your eyes roll back at the added pleasure, your hazy mind forgetting how wrong this is.

"C'mon," Lucio growls behind you. "C'mon, baby- cum for me." His grip is searing as his movements get somehow wilder. More erratic, more rough. It makes you insane.

With a final hit to your prostate, you cum with a cry. Your vision dances with black as you feel a sudden emptiness followed by something warm hitting the back of your thighs.

"Fuck…"

You don't know who says it… It could have been both of you for all you know.

"You okay, baby?" Lucio asks, taking his jacket and pulling you up, into a hug. "I wasn't too rough?"

A small smile plays at your face as you think back to the scene that just played out.

"It was perfect…" you nuzzle into his bare chest. "Thank you for indulging me, I know it's a bit weird to get turned on by that kind of stuff…"

Lucio rests his chin on your head as he speaks, "It's not weird baby boy- out of the ordinary, maybe, but it's not weird. And if I can help you indulge in even a fraction of your fantasies, then I've done my job right."

He lifts your chin up to place a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, finally landing on your lips.

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[plantdaddy3]

The Arcana Julian x Magician Apprentice fic

The apprentice is pretty pissed that Julian is lying to everyone about killing the count. While the trial is in recess, they have some things to say to him. Though, they could never be angry enough to make him possible to resist… not that he can resist either. MC needs to prove to Julian that they can do this together.

Takes place after the murder trial in julian’s route has taken place, but before the verdict is given. I think this piece will be the first in a series of “Places I think Julian and my OC should’ve banged but the game is 12+”:p

The apprentice should be written gender neutral! Have fun with your OCs:)

!Mature! There is detailed smut in this. Viewer discretion advised!

Also! Im considering writing a follow up fic to this one where Julian returns the favor;) so let me know if y’all want that!

My steps echo through the dungeon as I walk down the cobblestone stairs. Angry tears threaten my eyes as I approach the cell that held the moronic man I’d been so unfortunate to fall in love with.

I nod to the guard who opened the cell and step inside. “Can you please give us a moment,” I request, never taking my piercing stare off of his pale eyes. By the look on his face, he knows he’s in trouble.

“I’m sorry, magician. The Countess said it was not safe for you to be left alone with him. I am to stay at my post in case something happens.”

“Oh, believe me. I’m not the one you should be worried about.” My nostrils flare as I watch emotions flash across Julian’s face— probably some fear, some arousal.

“I’m sorry?” The guard questions. I take a deep breath and come back to my senses.

“Nothing, my apologies.” I pull my gaze away from Julian and focus on the guard. “I’m afraid I must insist on some privacy. He’s a skeptic and won’t talk around just anyone. If the Countess is displeased, tell her I insisted and that she may speak to me about it.”

The guard stands still for a moment, looking unsure. After a beat, he gives a nod. “Very well. Don’t be long.”

“We won’t, thank you.” I watch carefully as the guard walks off, and as soon as he is free from my vision, I stomp my way towards Julian.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Er.. well… eye, I suppose,” He fumbles, trying to hide the fear and concern with a smirk.

“Quiet.” I command, pinning him against the wall, chains clattering as they hit it alongside him. He flushes and fixes me with a roguish smile, but it won’t be enough this time. ���What the hell are you doing?”

“Why, I’m just admiring the view. And what a lovely, lovely view it is— augh!” I slide my hand under the seam of his shirt and pinch a sensitive area on his hip. Unfortunately, I am unsure if his noise is one of pain or pleasure.

“Stop it, Julian. This isn’t the time. I need you to talk to me.” I feel my mask slip for a moment, concern and fear taking the place of bitter anger. “Please.”

His eyes soften as he stares down at me through fluttering eyelashes, but before I know it he clenches his jaw and his gaze turns hard once more. “I’m telling the truth, my dear. I have to pay for my crime of mur—“

“I’m not sure who exactly you think you are fooling, but it sure as hell isn’t me. You did not kill Lucio. So, it would be in your best interest to answer me honestly. Why are you doing this?” I try to be stern, but I can feel the act slipping away the longer I stared at him. I’m terrified, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide that. I assume by the look in his eyes that he can tell.

He’s silent for a long moment, allowing the weight in my chest to sink more and more. Once again I watch his eyes gloss over as if I were a stranger. As if we hadn’t been in this whole thing together up until this point.

“Perhaps, my darling magician, you just don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” I open my mouth to speak, but he silences me with a leather finger. “I know it must be disappointing to find that I really was the murderer all along, especially with everything we’ve been through, but it’s the truth.” He pauses, an emotion swirling in his eyes that I can’t quite place. “You need to know that.”

I know I’m losing him and that I have to act fast. He’s always been stubborn, but this was on another level. I need him to snap out of whatever dramatic fit this is before it’s too late. I run my hand up his body, starting at his wrist and trailing up past his neck and jawline before reaching into his hair and tangling my fingers through his auburn curls. He can’t resist a smile as his chained hands make their way to my waist.

“Oh, my dear, you are just the loveliest vision in all of—ugh.” His shameless flirtations are cut short when I tighten my grip on his locks, pulling him closer to me so he can’t escape my gaze. I drag my eyes over every inch of his face, stopping on his lips for a moment longer than I intend to. Even as furious as I am with him, it’s hard to resist them— to resist him. He flushes under my stare and flicks his tongue over his lower lip after noticing my attraction to them. I lean closer, our noses touching and lips brushing ever so slightly. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat as I tease a kiss but don’t deliver. Instead, I pull back far enough to look into his eyes, but not so far that our breaths stop mixing. My nose still brushes his.

“Why can’t you just trust me, Julian?” I ask, my voice a low whisper. My hand moves from his hair to the back of his neck and I feel every part of my body betraying me. I can feel myself slipping as the desire takes over.

His eyes are dark, suggesting he’s enduring the same struggle. “I trust you more than anyone, darling. It’s not about trust.” His lips barely move as he speaks and his eyelids droop as we draw closer again. He rests his forehead against mine as he speaks. “It’s about keeping you safe.”

With those words, anger fills my body once again. I push him away from me and back away from his concerned stare. “We are not doing this again, Julian. Absolutely not.” He opens his mouth to speak, but this time it’s my turn to shut him down. I move towards him and place my palm over his mouth, trying to ignore the satisfaction I feel when I see his eyes widen and feel him sink into my touch. “Now, you listen to me, Doctor,” I begin, my voice dropping to a low, almost growling register, “You insist that you need to do things alone but you don’t. In fact, you won’t ever face trials alone as long as I’m here. And no matter how hard you push, I’m not moving. You will not drive me out of your life because I won’t let you!” I move my hand from his mouth to cup his chin, pulling his face towards mine to look at his eyes closer. My gaze switches from eye to eye has I study him, trying to decipher what thoughts are swirling behind them. “Is that understood, Dr. Devorak?” I see him flush at the use of his name in such a way, making heat rush to the bottom of my stomach as I feel the desire crawling over me, suffocating me and silencing any coherent thought. He makes it impossible to focus.

He nods slowly, moving my hand cautiously into his and bringing it up to his lips. He places a soft kiss on the back of my hand and then folds it between his own. “I understand, my dear. I feel the same about you. That’s why I have to do this.” His eyes are apologetic and sad. I feel my stomach sink, fearing no words in this realm would pass into his thick skull and actually stick. Desperation claws at me as I sink into the warmth of his touch, savoring every twitch of his fingers in mine in case it’s the last.

Before I can think properly my free hand is moving, snaking up his body to cradle the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. He makes a surprised noise against my lips, but eagerly returns my sentiments. The kiss is messy and desperate. I try to touch every inch of his lips with mine and attempt to memorize the taste. Julian may be a mystery on many fronts but I know one thing for sure: he wants me just as much as I want him. I can tell by the way his lips caress mine, the low groans and whimpers he produces, the begging way his hand finds the small of my back to pull me closer. He couldn’t deny it if he tried— though, I don’t think he would.

After several intoxicating moments, I reluctantly pull away. A displeased whimper comes from the back of his throat as he tries to chase my mouth to no avail. I step on my tip toes to bring my mouth up to his ear, brushing my teeth teasingly along his earlobe. I can feel him shiver and it fills me with satisfaction. “Fine,” I begin, whispering into his ear, seduction dripping from the word, “If words won’t work…” I trail my hand down his long figure, starting at his throat and moving down his chest before resting my hand right above the bulge in his pants that he’s had ever since I pushed him against the wall. His adam’s apple bobs as his eyelids droop. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest. “…Maybe actions will.” With that, I move my hand to grope the bulge, earning a strangled sigh from him as he melts into my touch. He was putty in my hands and I had barely done anything yet.

“No, no, I don’t deserve— ahh. What if the guard— fuck.” Fruitless attempts at diversion leave his lips as I stroke him through his pants. He tilts his head up, eyes rolling back as he bites his lips to keep his moans quiet. “Are you sure that you really—“

“Julian,” I scold, causing him to stop talking and focus his eyes back on me. I raise my chin to give him a quick kiss— too quick for either of our likings. I remove my hand from his bulge, making him squirm in response. I stare into his eyes, mine filled with determination and purpose. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” He responds breathlessly, “I— yes” He seizes my mouth in his hungrily, barely stopping to come up for breath. I fumble with his belt, slipping it from his waist and tugging his pants down. I free his cock, watching it spring up as if begging for my touch. I oblige, wrapping my hand along him and stroking slowly in an agonizing fashion. He thrusts up into my hand, begging for more, but I withhold. A chorus of ‘please’ combined with my name leave his swollen lips. I throb and ache at the sounds of his begging.

I place a kiss on his lips before separating myself and falling to my knees. His eyes widen slightly as I close my lips around his head, swirling my tongue teasingly. I move my hand down to cup his balls, his cock twitching against my lips in response. I fight a prideful grin as I continue to caress him with my tongue. He throws his head back and tangles a hand in his hair, mouth hanging open to allow the whimpers and moans to flow freely. I take my mouth off of his cock with a loud pop, resulting in a fountain of words of protest.

“No—fuck— please don’t stop. Oh, please, please” He whines, making my stomach flip. I bite my lip to keep from making any sounds myself.

“Patience, Dr. Devorak,” I tease. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’m going to take good care of you. I want you to feel good.” I trail kisses along his cock as I speak. He growls. “Do you know why? Because, I care about you,” I say with intention, staring into his eyes and moving my hand along him. His eyes soften.

He groans. “God, I do not deserve you.” He drops a hand to my head, running his fingers affectionately through my hair. A grin sneaks through my barriers this time. “I mean you’re just so lovely. And I’m… well I’m a mess. I just bring ruin everywhere, and I— ohhhh”

I cut off his existential rant by returning my mouth to his cock, bobbing my head up and down and using a hand to stroke where my mouth doesn’t touch. His fingers tighten around my hair and a moan escapes my throat, the sound vibrating around him.

“Fuck I— do that again. Please, please do that again.”

I oblige, humming as I move. I’m met with an abundance of yes and just like that. I can feel him hardening more and more with every minute that passes. I move down until he touches the back of my throat and swallow, earning a strangled groan.

“God, that too. You are a vision, my dear— ahhh”

I continue, following his moans as a guide for what to do. When something makes his knees wobble or results in a delicious sound from his lips, I make sure to repeat the action until he sings my name. Seeing him this vulnerable is almost too much for me. Both my heart and my arousal swell at the thought of him. It’s clear to me how much I love him, I only hope it will become clear to him as well.

I feel him grow in my mouth and I know he’s close. I move my head faster, swirling my tongue skillfully and twisting my hand as I stroke. He thrusts himself into my mouth, holding tight to my hair for balance as his knees threaten to give out on him.

“I’m— ahh— I’m going to—“ He tugs on my hair, warning me to take my mouth off, but fight against it and continue moving. “I— fuck— are you sure?” He asks, noting my persistence. I nod, humming along him as I move. It doesn’t take him long after that to come apart in my hands. I slow down but never to a full stop, milking him to his last drop. His noises and praises seem never ending, and I savor every single one of them. His cock twitches as the sensitivity kicks in. Once I’m sure I’ve drank all of him, I remove my mouth. I clean him up with my tongue before fastening him back in his pants. Exhausted, he falls down beside me, breath still heavy. I wipe my mouth as he looks at me with adoration in his eyes and a small smile playing on his lips. I sigh, feeling my heart lighten at the way he’s looking at me.

He takes my hand, kissing the back of it and trailing the kisses up my arm and neck until reaching my lips. I probably still taste of him, but neither of us seems to mind. He kisses me slowly, full of passion. It’s gentler than our previous ones, as if he thinks he may break me if he’s not careful. As he pulls away and a satisfied sigh leaves my nose. I brush my fingers through his hair, unable to keep the smile off of my lips. He leans forward, pressing our foreheads together. We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

He’s the first to break it. “I’m sorry,” He grumbles, moving his head and burying it in my shoulder. My fingers play with the hair on the nape of his neck. His arms wrap around me, pulling me in close.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Julian.” I move my other hand to run up and down his back. I feel him sink into me. “I understand your thought process. But I also know how much I care for you and how much I want you to be safe and happy.” I feel him sigh as he tightens his grip around me as if I may disappear.

“A part of me knows that and has known it all along,” He grumbles into my shoulder, “I just… couldn’t stand if anything happened to you… If anyone hurt you— god, if I hurt you— I’d just—“

“Shh…” I coo, pulling him closer. I continue to rub his back until I feel the tension in his shoulders dissipate.

He pulls his head up, looking me in the eye before speaking again. “You are everything to me, my dear. I pray my feelings for you are never in question.”

My smile widens as I look at him, brushing hair out of his eye to see him better. “The feeling is very much mutual.” I lace my fingers with his. “And we’re going to get through this together. You do deserve me, and so much more.”

He chuckles. “Oh, my lovely vision, if I have you I already have everything I need.” I mirror the smile that rests on his lips as he fixes the spots in my hair he had previously messed up. I lean in for a kiss, but we both jump away as we hear metal boots clanking down the stairs. We look to the stairs and then at each other, wide eyed and flushed. We scurry to our feet and I brush my hair with my fingers, nervous he missed something while trying to fix it. I stifle a laugh at his poor attempt to tuck in his shirt, earning an eye roll and a sharp ‘shh!’.

The guard makes his way back into the cell. “My apologies, magician. I was told to alert you that the recess is coming to an end and the verdict is about to be read.” I feel my stomach drop. As much as I enjoyed my time in here with Julian, I failed to get any important information. He must see the concern in my face because he rushes towards me, putting both hands on my shoulders and pulling me close enough to whisper.

“I have a plan. Come find me after the verdict and I’ll explain everything. No incentive needed. Unless, of course, you want to—“

His flirtatious whispers are cut short by the guard pulling him off of me. “Keep your hands off, murderer,” he spits, but Julian is far too focused on me to process the insult, a playful smirk sitting on his lips. I force a straight face, narrowing my eyes in attempts to keep a scowl.

“That’s quite all right, I finished things up here anyway.” I give him a pointed look and he quirks an eyebrow at me. I force myself to look away. “Thank you for letting me speak to him.”

The guard nods and I begin to leave to cell despite the force begging me to stay. Just as I’m about to reach the stairs, his voice calls out to me. I turn back towards him.

“Thank you for your… help, magician. Please, do let me know if you want me to—er— return the favor,” He teases, throwing me a suggestive look. My cheeks flush as I manage a nod. Luckily, I keep my smile from forming until I’m up the stairs and out of anyone’s eye. My fingers caress the stone walls as I walk, feeling much lighter than when I arrived.

[arsenicxarcana]

🥰🤯and or 🦅? (three hearts, mindblown, and eagle also)(if its hard to see)

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

yes hello please interact, i have zero braincells but i like people saying nice things about my things

(im bad at answering comments on ao3 but rest assured my ass is hoarding those things like gold)

🤯 What’s a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

100% no stakes soft tooth-rotting fluff

inevitably someone will end up putting some kind of angst in it

to a lesser extent romance/smut bc i have no personal experience in either so romance is gonna look a lot different than the Stereotypical Norm and idk whats actually hot vs whats the whore of the character being turned on by

count "embodiment of hedonism" lucio is not a standard by which smut should be measured

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

technically both: the outline is more of a guideline than strict rules, but not writing down the general idea of events you want to happen is a great way to forget all of them

it's guided pants flying, more like gliding

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Fan Fic Writer 20 Questions

I was tagged by @unmaskedcardinal! Aw yissss I love these thank you! Putting this under a cut because I never shut up on ask memes, sorry

How many works do you have on Ao3?

Just 10! And at least uh... 6? Of those are drabbles or shorter fics. It probably should be 11, because years ago I deleted an unfinished fic, not because I didn't like it anymore or was ashamed of it, but just because it was unfinished. But we'll talk about that more later I think.

What's your total Ao3 word count?

63,621. Not bad, I suppose.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, only 4, but more than that, I assure you. On AO3 it's Overwatch, Rise of the Guardians, The Adventure Zone, and Legend of Zelda. But during high school I wrote a LOT of Kingdom Hearts fic, and before that I wrote some Avatar: The Last Airbender fic. And there have been various little oneshots or drabbles in assorted other fandoms, but those are the big ones!

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Gonna do it in countdown mode because that's fun:

5: Familiarity, a collection of Bunnymund/Toothiana drabbles that originated as my answers for them for a domesticity meme. I'm actually pretty surprised this is within the top 5, haha!

4: Costume Change, a short Symmetra/Pharah drabble I wrote for @5idestuff once upon a time!! The two of them being flirty cuties at a Halloween party.

3: Triptych, a 3-part D.Va/Lucio/Junkrat soulmate AU fic! Only 2/3 done unfortunately. The first part is how the three of them meet and the second part is how the three of them come together, learn more about each other, and how their ideals clash. The third part if I ever finish it will be... well, it's hard to really say without spoiling stuff but it'll be essentially how they come back together and reconcile.

2: Old Habits, a very (currently) unfinished attempt at making a Symmetra/Genji slow-burn long fic that's also a globe-trotting adventure that emphasizes platonic relationships. I absolutely know how it ends, and I have a LOT of scattered ideas of what happens in-between where I left off and there, but I don't know the exact ORDER it all goes in. And also, Blizzard sort of took a big ol' dump on my enthusiasm for Overwatch related things but fuck do I still love this ship, haha.

1: Heart to Heart to Heart, a The Adventure Zone: Balance kind of 'missing scene' fic about Tres Horny Bois being each other's found family and BEST FRANNNNDS 4 LYFE. I'm actually really happy that my most highly kudos'd fic is the one about the totally platonic/familial relationship. Don’t read unless you’ve finished listening to The Eleventh Hour arc of the podcast.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

ABSOLUTELY I DO. It can take me months but I just gotta thank people for taking the time to write something. (also, you can make friends through commenting on fic. Take it from me and my bestie of 10+ years.

What's the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Overall? Probably some of my Kingdom Hearts fics from back when I was a teenager and I apparently hadn’t figured out Everyone Lives/No One Dies AUs existed yet. But in terms of what's on AO3, I'd say where Triptych is right now (end of chapter 2) is probably the angstiest.

Do you write crossovers?

Kiiiiiiind of? I mean, Kingdom Hearts is a giant Disney-Final Fantasy crossover, and I think it greatly influenced my taste in crossovers. It think I can only really write fic for it if a) the original canons take place in similar enough settings or b) it's complete crack and I'm not taking it seriously at all.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not hate, to the best of my memory, but I remember I once got a probably like... overly harshly critical comment on an A:TLA fic way back in the day when I was like a very young teen. And someone being like "um actually I do NOT like this extremely self-indulgent crack ship of yours and preferred THIS OTHER one you wrote."

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Only in VERY rare and occasional circumstances. I kind of jokingly call myself demi-smutual, in that I need to be very emotionally attached to a ship to write porn of them. And uhh... what kind? Not sure what that means exactly, but I'd probably say I'm only capable of writing what I've seen called 'safe, sane, and consensual'. And I will almost certainly be too embarrassed to post it publicly SORRY Y'ALL.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not.........exactly I don't think? I seem to remember back in my FF.net days checking if a crackship I had in the Twilight fandom (TWILIGHT of all things y'all) had any fics besides mine, and there was a drabble that I think used some of the same... phrasing as mine? It was weird. I could probably look it up to see if it's still there, but I'm too lazy for that.

There was one time on Livejournal when I remember someone used a lot of the same songs as I did on a fanmix in the same fandom as me, but I was even more allergic to confrontation back then than I am now, and I probably figured "well I can't PROOOVE they copied me! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

Luckily no straight up word-for-word plagiarism, as far as I know.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! I'd be honoured if it ever happens though.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really! Triptych is connected to the same fic universe (ficverse?) as a couple of @noirsongbird‘s soulmate Overwatch fics, but we didn't cowrite any of it, other than like, checking that they're canon to each other sorta!!!!

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Honestly my go-to answer for this question is Okikurmi/Amaterasu from Okami, but I've never really written fic for them!

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The mysterious 11th work that I mentioned earlier was a Bunnymund/Toothiana slowburn fic that was basically me taking what I knew of the book lore from what I'd read on the internet and transferring it into the world of the movie, but I eventually decided I didn't really want to trust just internet summaries and would want to read the books myself. Ever since then I've thought maybe I would return to it if I ever actually read the books, but that hasn't happened yet! Although... I have been sort of blanking on anything for my Christmas list. I, a 30 year old woman, can ask for a series of children's novels for Christmas right??? Maybe? Anyway.

What are your writing strengths?

Fuck. Shit. UHHH. My inner critic always makes this and the weaknesses question difficult. But I'm going to go with characterization. I've been cursed to fall in love with incredibly minor characters since I was at LEAST 12, and been making up their personalities and backstories whole cloth for them. I just really enjoy thinking about characters and what they are consistent about and what they are more flexible about! Thinking about their interactions and shit.

What are your writing weaknesses?

UHH. SHIT. Fuck. Does confidence, or rather, lack thereof, count? Sometimes, especially recently, I think I just overthink too much while I'm writing and get worried about like... "have I used said to many times. has this character smiled and nodded too many times. this is probably so BLAND". I used to be a lot more confident as a teenager but that was probably at least partially due to the fact that all teenagers are at least a little stupid. (If you are a teenager and you reading this, it's true. You'll realize it eventually. Hopefully.)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Not sure what this question means, exactly? Like, writing a character sometimes saying dialogue in another language? If a character is canonically bilingual, I imagine it only makes sense for the character to sometimes shift languages, especially if they aren't thinking about what's coming out of their mouth. I think I've only done it recently in a couple of Overwatch fics, and they're generally short phrases of greeting, or in one case a prayer. Idk, I think it's fine, but like most things in writing, be careful not to overuse it.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

I think it was Neopets!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve ever written?

There's actually a couple of Kingdom Hearts fics from my Livejournal days that spring immediately to mind. I haven't reread them in years but just the process of writing and finishing them was something I was very proud of. In terms of what's on my AO3, Heart to Heart to Heart is probably my favourite - it came out pretty much exactly as it was in my head. I'm also really fond of at least the first three chapters of Old Habits. The fourth is okay, but in my mind it's very clearly written after my enthusiasm for Blizzard and thus Overwatch waned. idk maybe it's just me!!

Who do you tag?

LET'S SEE: @noirsongbird @5idestuff @trilies @beamkatanachronicles @snyland @my1stgirlfriendturnedintothemoon OBVIOUSLY you don’t need to do it if you don’t want to but if you feel like it!

[artanddaddyissues]

Random Lucio Headcanons

- He sometimes says words in his mother tongue (probably Norse or Old Norse) *he especially uses these words in ~bed~*

- He has an intense skin care routine.

- He has an intense hair care routine.

- He is really good at braiding hair but he can’t do his own

- Every morning when he does his eyeliner, he always asks either his portrait or you if they are “sisters or twins?”

- He is the type of man to throw his metal arm at you when you ask for a hand.

- He doesn’t have a Jersey accent, he just thinks he sounds hotter that way (he is wrong).

- He is tone deaf, but believes nobody

- Lucio likes to talk to his portraits

- He constantly rearranges his room.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Lifeweaver x fem!reader

Summary: Niran has always been a gentle lover, but your recent behaviour means he seeks to punish you, but maybe not in the way you expect.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ smut, soft dom!lifeweaver, no use of y/n, use of vibrator, restraints, overstimulation, so many petnames, Niran being sweet as well as in control, fingering, creampie (no threat of pregnancy)

Notes: This is so self indulgent, I just love Lifeweaver so bad. I swear I've been feral about him since his release.

For someone who loved to tease, he seemingly had a strong reaction to you giving the same energy back. At least that’s how you felt towards your lover, who was currently sat comfy in his chair a few feet away from you, book in hand. His body language screamed leisurely, his one leg casually over the other as he reads, his hair half up. Metal fingers gently turn the page before coming back to position on the arm rest, stroking patterns absentmindedly onto the fabric. You on the other hand, were squirming and writhing; bound to a chair with a vibrator pressed against your throbbing heat.

The setting was on low, but still enough for you to feel the constant and mind-numbing buzzing against your most sensitive part. The silk ropes binding you in position gave you just enough leeway to grind against the toy slightly, but it did little to really soothe the ache in your clit as you watched Niran effectively ignore you.

It had started earlier in the day, at a standard meeting for overwatch. Since both you and Niran were new recruits, you sat together with everyone else and listened while the senior members droned on and on about whatever mission you two didn’t even go on. You’d been bored out of your mind, glancing around and seeing Hana on her phone under the table, Lucio drumming his fingers on his thigh to the beat of a new song he was working on, and even Dr Ziegler had been staring at the same corner of the room for about five minutes. So you decided to alleviate that boredom by teasing your loving boyfriend. It started with placing your hand on his thigh, which he smiled at you for, thinking it was a sweet gesture. However your fingers had danced along his trousers’ material, making their way further and further up to his inner thigh. He’d shot you a look, but you ignored it, biting back a smirk as you moved higher. Your fingertips had danced over his crotch before he’d grabbed your wrist, moving your hand to your own thigh and holding it there for the duration of the meeting. Afterwards, he’d left quickly, causing you to worry that you’d upset him or made him uncomfortable; little did you know he was simply cooking up the best way to reprimand you.

Now here you were, bound and helpless as you whimpered softly. He’d told you to not make too much noise when he was meticulously wrapping your body with the silk ropes, heaven forbid his reading is disrupted. You remember the teasing smile he had on his face as he tied the bindings, gently caressing your skin with his hands before securing the fabric into position.

“Like a gift.” He’d uttered, admiring the bindings. You had been excited, thinking he’d make you cum while restrained; something you’d talked about but hadn’t tried yet. But this…well, this certainly wasn’t what you’d expected.

It’s hard to obey your lover’s desire for quiet when you’re grinding gently on a vibrator that isn’t quite giving you the stimulation you need. So, you whine a little louder, hoping you can make him pity you enough to grant you mercy. Instead, he glances at you.

“Colour?” he asks, and when you reply green, he glances back at his book. “You brought this on yourself darling.”

That certainly wasn’t the answer you wanted, but you knew you weren’t in a position to argue. So you bite your lip and decide to make the best of it. You grind against the vibrator as best you can, shivering slightly as you attempt to give yourself as much pleasure as you can discern. But it isn’t enough, you need more. More vibrations, more stimulation…more of Niran. All you can do instead is look at him pitifully as he reads, moaning softly. Despite the circumstances, he truly is beautiful like that. So poised and collected, so stunning. And it only makes you wetter.

The truth however, is that it’s taking all of Niran’s self-control to not get up and make you cry out his name from his fingers and tongue. He loves pleasuring you, and is a very kind and generous lover even when you let him take control. Despite your reassurance that he could be a little rougher, a little meaner if he wanted to, he never did. He’d never punished you more than the occasional slap on the ass or stern tone of voice, but today you’d really pushed the boundaries. He’d seen the fire in your eyes, the determination…the brattiness. You wanted him to react, wanted to see what he’d do. And a part of him took pleasure in disciplining you in a way you most likely weren’t expecting.

You weren’t sure how long you’ve been strapped there, but your breathy whimpers seem to echo around the room as your brain seemingly turns to mush. Eventually, Niran graces with another glance.

“Truly a vision, even like this.” He says, affection clear in his tone despite his actions. This only serves to make you moan, hips stuttering as you attempt to grind harder into the vibrator. He tuts at this.

“Now now beautiful, you know you aren’t going to get anything from that.”

Your thighs shake from how much you’ve been trying to move and squirm, your gaze locking with his as you give him your most desperate and pathetic expression. He finally places his book down and stands, walking over to you and stroking your cheek with this thumb. Looking up at him like this makes him look as if he’s some sort of Greek god; he’s certainly built like one.

“You know I hate to punish you darling, really I do.” He coos softly, his thumb now tracing over your bottom lip. Pushing it into your mouth gently, he tilts his head as he looks at how sinful your mouth looks like this. “But your behaviour…so wanton in public. What happened to my good girl, hm?”

You suck on the digit in your mouth softly, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. You make a gentle noise, curling your tongue around his thumb in the hopes of swaying him. He makes a low groan at that, pulling out of your mouth and sighing down at you.

“Perhaps I should just leave you here…I have a few errands to run after all.” He has no intention of leaving you like this, but delights in your frantic shake of your head. “No? Hm…then whatever shall I do…”

He strokes your hair softly, before running his finger down to your neck. He gently feels your pulse, before slipping to grope gently at your chest through your shirt. You arch your back as best you can, trying to feel more of his touch, before he trails his hand down and down. Excitedly, you think he’s about to finally touch you before his hand goes to the vibrator and flicks it up a setting. You whine instantaneously, the new onslaught of sensation causing your cunt to throb and clench around nothing. This prompts a laugh from Niran, gently stroking your thigh as he observes your reactions.

“Oh sweetheart, look at you.” He murmurs, observing the way you tremble as the vibrator stimulates you. All you can hope to do is whine and let the pleasure wash over you. Smiling softly, he reaches up to undo your shirt buttons, exposing your bra. “You’re so lovely, you didn’t mean to be a brat did you? Not really…”

His tone could most likely make you agree with anything, so you pathetically shake your head at his words. “Didn’t mean it…” you say softly, despite the fact you clearly did.

Niran chuckled lightly, groping your chest. “Oh, if only that were true sweet thing.”

He pinches your nipple beneath your bra, eliciting a sharp sensation that only makes you grind against the vibrator even more. With how on edge you’ve been, it isn’t long before you feel your pleasure building and building. Shaking limbs and your rapidly changing breathing alert your lover to your impending orgasm as he smiles a little brighter.

“Oh darling, will you cum for me?” he asks, like you had a choice, still playing with your nipple with his nimble metal fingers. After a few moments, your hips stutter as you cum, crying out his name as the vibrator pushes you over the edge. Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, but Niran doesn’t move…and more importantly doesn’t move the vibrator. It buzzes incessantly, making your eyes almost roll back as the sensation prolongs your pleasure to an almost painful degree.

“Niran…w-what-“

“Come now darling, when have I ever only given you one orgasm? Even when you’re a brat, my perfect angel deserves pleasure doesn’t she?”

His tone is sickly sweet as you moan at the overstimulation, your hips not being able to decide if they want to move away or grind into the vibrations. While his words are true, he usually allows you a break between them. Now all you can do is moan pathetically and squirm as the pleasure keeps coming. The ropes dig into your skin like a caress, reminding you constantly of your position right now. Niran’s metal hand glides up to your neck, the cold sensation making you shiver. He gently strokes the sides, tracing patterns as you whine.

“Such sweet skin, the desire to mark you is strong but…I wouldn’t want to ruin what is already perfection.”

His compliments and honey-like tone were making it harder to control your body and your noises, at this point he could offer to slap you and you’d beg for it. You try to ask for him to mark you, the words disjointed and messy, but he understands you all the same.

“If you insist, precious.” He states before leaning down and kissing your neck. He presses sloppy kisses along the side before starting to suck the skin, biting down and leaving a mark. “There…now everyone will know the pleasure I give you.”

You can’t help but thank him, everything feeling fuzzy as wave after wave of pleasure buzzes straight against your clit. He chuckles gently at how polite you are when you are in this headspace, as he gently caresses the mark he just left with his thumb. Grinding on it, the pleasure builds and builds as your thighs shake.

“Are you going to cum again?” he asks, watching you intensely. When you nod, he returns the gesture. “Cum for me sweetheart, so lovely.”

With that, you climax for the second time, the intense pleasure almost knocking you out. Luckily, Niran turns the vibrator off, sparing you more overstimulation. Your chest heaves as your body comes down slowly, your lover’s hand gently stroking your hair.

“Good girl, you did so well darling, so so well.” He praises, his other hand stroking your cheek. “Let’s get you out of those bindings, shall we?”

Letting him kneel down, he begins to slowly undo your restraints. They fall to the ground, before he picks you up bridal style. You can’t help but gasp softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you to the bedroom.

“Was it all okay love? I wasn’t too harsh, was I?” he murmurs softly, placing you down comfortably on your pillows. You giggle softly; knowing that despite you being ‘punished’, he still had you cumming twice in a row. Reassuring him you were okay, a devilish smirk graces his features before he climbs on top of you. “Good…because I think you can take one more, can’t you?”

You nod eagerly, insatiable for his attention even despite your previous intense pleasure. He reaches down between your legs before you shake your head, reaching to pull at his belt. Chuckling, he gets the hint and takes his belt off for you.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re too good to me. You want me to take you properly?” he asks, as you watch him strip himself of his clothes. No matter how many times he undresses in front of you, his physique takes your breath away. He truly looks like he’s been sculpted by the gods, and when he’s fully bare for your gaze, your eyes can’t help but drop down to his excitement. Just like every other part of him, he was pretty, gorgeous even, but big.

He grabs a pillow and pushes it underneath your hips, before spreading your legs open. He tuts for a moment and rids you of your shirt and bra impatiently, clearly wanting you both exposed. Gently, he strokes your clit before sinking a finger inside you, eliciting an impatient noise to rip from your throat.

“Hush darling, I need to prep you. You know this.” He says, a little sternly as he sinks a second finger inside, pumping slowly and methodically. Regardless of his tone, you’re on cloud nine now he’s actually touching you properly. Gripping his arms, feeling the strong muscles under your fingertips, you lay there and let Niran stretch you for him. While you love the sensation of his cold metal digits inside you, you’re glad he’s used his left hand. Your lover shares that sentiment, happy to be able to feel your cunt squeeze his fingers as he curls them inside you.

Once he deems you ready, he shifts to properly slot himself between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance. You’re so desperate it hurts, but you do your best to be still and good for him as he rubs your clit with his tip.

“So gorgeous, and all for me.” He says, almost dreamily, before he slowly sinks inside of you. No matter how much he preps you, or how often you two sleep together, nothing ever prepares you for the delicious sting of him inside of you, filling you completely. Eyelids fluttering closed, you relax against the bed as he bottoms out inside of you with a soft moan, falling forward a little to capture your lips in a soft kiss. You give him a nod, signalling he can move before he starts to slowly, savouring the warm feeling.

He feels himself twitch inside you when you moan gently, if he could bottle your little whines and gasps he swears he’d get drunk on them every single night. He moves rhythmically, rolling his hips into yours with conviction. Feeling your nails slightly dig into the skin of his bicep makes him groan quietly, his hands reaching to your waist to hold you still. Your legs move to wrap around his frame, pulling him impossibly deeper inside. Pressing his forehead against yours, you both savour the closeness of the experience, before both of you get a little impatient.

Niran pulls back a little, before holding your thighs and pushing them towards you, holding you in a mating press. You swear you see stars at how deep it feels like he’s reaching inside of you as he starts to really rail you into the plush mattress. Thank god for the extra training you’ve been doing since becoming an overwatch agent, gaining you the flexibility to allow your boyfriend to fold you over yourself as he pumps himself deeper and deeper. Your eyes almost glaze over as he thrusts against that spot inside you that causes your breath to catch.

“So pretty…my gorgeous girl…” he pants out, slamming into you. When you’d first taken that next step in your relationship, he was so extraordinarily gentle and slow. Despite telling him that you could take it, that you wanted him to practically use you, he always seemed reluctant to. He never wanted to cause you any type of discomfort of pain, and he certainly didn’t want you to think he was using you for his own pleasure, and not yours. Maybe it was how bratty you’d been, how well you’d responded to his ‘punishment’ or just how pent up he’d been having to watch you cum all over a vibrator, but he was giving it to you good. His hips slam into yours repeatedly, his grip on your thighs tight as he holds them against your chest. You can’t move, can’t breathe, all you can hope to do is moan loudly and let him ravage you.

All the while, he doesn’t stop uttering praises in your ear. He always succeeds in making you feel like the most desirable girl in the world when he has you like this, the prose that slips from his lips so seductive and charming. Mumbling into the crook of your neck, sweet words of how much he adores you, how much your body excites him. You’re completely enveloped, by his sugary compliments and his large frame completely swallowing yours as he moves. Nowhere to move to, nowhere to go. Just laying there as his cock drags in and out of your gushing cunt, your toes curling.

You clench involuntarily around him as he brings your hand down to rub circles on your clit. The position makes it a little awkward, but you’re so turned on that you’re close to making a mess all over him. Moaning in your ear, he kisses your shoulder before moaning himself.

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t think i…เชี่ยเอ้ย…can hold out much longer…need you to cum my love.” He rasps out, his pace never slowing as he pounds into you. All you can do is nod in response, your eyes rolling back as you get closer and closer. After a few more punishing thrusts, you cum hard around him, soaking his cock as you let out a strangled moan.

In that instant, Niran is sure that seeing the ivory gates of heaven would not be as strikingly beautiful as observing you trembling in pleasure beneath his body. He doesn’t think he can stop his hips moving even if he wanted to, and he certainly doesn’t want to stop chasing the pleasure you’re giving him. A small voice in his head reprimands him for using you like this, as you twitch and whimper from overstimulation, but his orgasm builds so rapidly he barely has time to process. He grips your thighs tightly as he feels himself spill inside of you, cumming with a breathy whimper.

You’re barely conscious at this point as he pulls out slowly, watching his cum seep out of you. If you were lucid enough, you’d have silently thanked Dr Ziegler for offering birth control injections to all the overwatch agents. Niran pulls you to his side as he collapses next to you, stroking up and down your back gently.

“My love, was that good?” he coos at you, as he gently tilts your chin up. You nod happily, a smile gracing your features as his gaze travels to his thighs. A worried expression paints itself on his face. “Oh I left bruises…I’m sorry petal.”

You look down to see he had indeed left imprints in your thighs when he’d held you tightly in position. “Niran it’s okay, I liked it.”

“I know you liked it, but I shouldn’t have held you that hard…”

You shake your head quickly. “No Niran… I liked you leaving marks. I like feeling like I’m yours.”

He blinks at you, before replying. “You did?”

When you nod, he can’t help but laugh a little. “Oh beautiful, you’re too good for me, too good.”

“No Niran, you’re perfect for me.” You reassure him, cuddling into his chest and causing his breath to catch at your praise. His cheeks warm as he holds you close, both of your breathing patterns evening out. He's perfect for you, that's all he could hear playing over and over in his mind. It’s a blissful couple of minutes before Niran suddenly speaks. “Didn’t we both say we’d train with the others today..”

You let out a pitiful whine and cuddle closer, causing him to smirk a little. “Alright sweetheart, I’ll make up some excuse.”

[froggibus]

Hi! How’s going? I hope good, and if not, things will get better soon!

I wanted to request a NSFW Lucio scenario, BUT IDK WHAT 😭😭😭 Maybe a dom-reader? Lucio reacting to a moo-lingerie (or just lingerie)? A classic loving vanilla scenario in the bedroom? Camping sex? The reader gets horny after seeing Lucio's tanned skin coming out of the shower after a long day on the beach? Sneaky sex after/before a show?

Idk if any of these ideas are inspiring to you, I hope so 🥺 (I'm Lucio starved help)

Two for the Show — Lucio Correia dos Santos

Pairing: Lucio x fem! reader (reader uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: your boyfriend always needs a little extra love after a show—and you’re more than happy to give it to him

CW: established relationship, porn with plot, semi public sex, oral (m! receiving), incredibly filthy messy head, riding, doggy, praise, kinda manhandling? multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, neck biting & kissing, creampie, cockwarming if u squint

for the most dedicated Lucio fan out there 🫶🏻 I started writing this a while ago but I finished like the last 1200 words tonight. I hope you like it!! I know it isn’t quite what you asked for BUT I did actually proofread it (rare)

Lucio flips his head back, damp hair whipping the back of his neck. He’s hopping up and down, hands flicking switches on his board so fast he can hardly keep track. Sweat beads down his bare chest, smearing the green paint that runs over his abs, over his shoulders, into his pants.

The concert is so loud his eardrums throb. No matter how many times he performs he never gets used to the noise—he never gets used to the rush. The faces in the crowd in front of him blend into the next, smiles and tongues making them look like a pulsing, scarlet blur.

The adrenaline is an addiction, and even after he says it’s the ‘last song’ (for the third time, no doubt), he finds he can’t quite let go. The flashing lights disappear and the smoke fades away, but his heart still pounds in his chest. 

“Thank you, Rio!” He shouts, his voice drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears.

He grabs his water bottle from under his table and flashes the crowd a grin before slinking away backstage. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, a failed attempt to calm the vibrant pulse in his chest. 

You’re waiting for him backstage, starry eyes falling over his form. “Hey superstar,” you beam.

His hands are reaching out before he’s even close enough to feel you. He crosses the room to you, and then he’s falling into you. His hands trail down your cheeks, down your sides, falling featherlight over your hips.

“How was the show—mmm”

His lips are on yours, cutting off whatever you were about to say. His kiss is full of need as he pulls you closer to his chest so you can feel the roaring of his heart. The grip on your waist tightens, desperate fingers clutching at your skin so hard it burns.

He can’t help it—you soothe that part of him that still aches from the pumping adrenaline. When his heart is thrashing and his cock is swollen, you’re the only remedy. His hands slide down to your ass, cupping the fat and squeezing til you squeal into his mouth.

“Easy there,” you say between heavy breaths. “There’s still a big crowd out there. ”

Lucio looks at you, a wanton smirk on his face. His pupils have almost completely blown with lust and his cheeks burn a deep red. His body shakes with every desperate breath. 

He mumbles a quick, “I don’t care,” and then his lips are on yours again.

You’re stumbling around, your arms squeezing his shoulders for support as he walks you towards the couch backstage. The leather hits the back of your legs and suddenly the two of you are tumbling to the floor. You collide partly with the sofa, and partly with the soft rug that lines the floor beneath it.

“Lucio—” you gasp at the impact but the DJ is unphased. 

His teeth dig into your bottom lip, scraping along the sensitive skin. A gasp forces your mouth open and then his tongue is running along the backs of your teeth. You whine into his mouth, rocking your hips against the air. 

And then he’s pulling away from you. 

You tilt your head in confusion, forcing your lungs to expand with each breath. He props himself up on the couch in front of you, hands making quick work of the studded belt around his waist, and then his pants are pooling around his ankles. 

You crawl forward, bracing yourself on your knees between his. The green paint goes all the way down to his thighs, smeared across his groin from his sweat and your touch. 

He raises an eyebrow at you, “well?”

You bite your lip. Your hands move on their own, running up the length of his cock through his boxers before sliding your fingers inside the waistband. He shivers from your touch and bucks his hips forward. 

You’re slow to tug down his underwear, looking up at him through your lashes just to see him staring at you with an intensity you’ve rarely seen before. His cock springs free and it's already dripping in precum, the shaft glistening with his desperation. 

You brace your hands against his skin—one on his hard abs and the other on his quivering thigh—and lick all the way up his length. His hands are quick to grab your head, tugging you forward with those thinly strewn muscles you always forget about until they’re bulging in the after light of a concert. 

Just the sight of him gripping your head, arms flexing and eyes glazed over, is enough to have you rutting against your leg. 

You take him into your mouth, the sweet salt of his pre flooding your tastebuds. It only drives you to take more of him in, forcing your head down even after he brushes up against the back of your mouth. He’s sweaty and salty and his skin is so hot—it’s almost overwhelming. 

He pushes your head down, nearly bottoming out inside of your throat. “Fuck—could live in this pretty mouth,” he groans. 

You flick your teary eyes up to look at him, silently pleading with him to release your head and let you get some air. Part of you hopes he lets go but another part doesn’t. The feeling of choking on his cock is intoxicating and sends heat straight to your core.

The back of your leg starts to feel wet from how you’re rubbing against it, your panties drenched with your own slick. Finally, Lucio lets go and you pull away with a gasp. 

He gives you a minute to catch your breath, rubbing the head of his cock all around your mouth. He smears your drool and spit and his precum all across your face and it’s so fucking dirty, but you just look so cute when you get all messy like this—he can’t help it. 

He rubs his thumb over your swollen bottom lip. “Y’have paint all over your face, baby.”

You mirror his action, smearing the pre and paint across the back of your hand. It’s almost laughable when your skin comes back stained green. 

“So pretty.” His hands roam your face, down your neck, to your chest. “Let’s get those clothes off you, hm?”

And then you’re nodding your head, rising to your feet on shaking legs in front of him. He leans back on the couch, folding his hands behind his head. His eyes are glazed over as they watch you reach for the hem of your shirt. 

You’re quick to tug your shirt over your head but you pull your pants down painstakingly slow. Lucio gives his cock a tight fisted stroke, watching you bend over in front of him to show your underwear clad pussy. You’re wearing green underwear today—no doubt for him—and it has him aching to be in your cunt. 

As soon as your panties hit the floor, he’s pulling you into his lap. You gasp at the feeling of his warm fingers on your hips, guiding you down to sit on his cock. You groan in unison, a desperate mewl ripping from your throat. 

He keeps a vice grip on your hips, holding you snug against his thighs and keeping his cock buried inside you. He sets his jaw on your shoulder, hot gasps of air brushing on the cusp of your ear. 

“You’re so wet just from blowing me,” he gasps out, “s-so tight.”

You whine through your bitten lip, your eyes squeezed shut. Rocking your hips, you try to break free from his grip, try to bounce on his cock—try to do anything. But he’s content to hold you down, using you as his own personal cockwarmer. 

Finally, you break. “L-lucio, please!”

“Please, what?”

“Please let me move!”

He plants a rough kiss to your neck, teeth grazing the skin as he pulls away, and finally releases your hips. Immediately you begin to bounce up and down his length, cunt making loud, wet noises as he bottoms out repeatedly. 

He uses his strength to help you ride him, nails digging into the bottoms of your thighs so hard you swear he’ll draw blood. Your whines and his grunts fill the room backstage—loud enough for any passersby to hear, but you’re too far gone to care. 

It’s already hot backstage, the air thick from the Brazilian heat—but it’s tenfold now that you’re pressed against him with his cock throbbing inside of you. Sweat pools in every place your bodies collide but it only makes it easier to move against him. 

The drag of his cock against your aching walls is addicting, and your craving for the heat of his body against yours is insatiable. You have your hands pressed against his knees while you bounce on his cock, using them for momentum to drive him deeper and deeper into your core with each movement. 

His tip rams into your sweet spot every time, his heartbeat is wild against your back and his skin is so hot you swear you’ll both burn up. You clench your hands around his knees, his skin filling the spaces under your nails. Your legs start to tremble, your tummy flutters, and then you’re exploding. 

You cum wildly, back arching into his chest. He holds you through your orgasm, still rutting into you restlessly, chasing his own high. 

You’re almost limp when you’re done cumming, so tired in his arms you can hardly move. Your pussy aches for more—but your thighs and arms tremble so furiously that there’s no way you could hold yourself up. 

Lucio is one step ahead of you, though. He cradles your body, slipping his cock out of your gushing hole just long enough to lay you on your stomach. The cold leather of the couch soothes the fire on your skin, but your pussy still throbs in anticipation. 

“Shh,” he soothes you, cock slipping easily through your folds. “‘M gonna make you feel so good, princess.”

Your strength is recovering, albeit slowly. But it’s just enough for you to push yourself onto your knees, resting your cheek against the couch. 

He grips your hips and uses them to propel himself forward. The slam of his hips on the backs of your thighs is hard enough to bruise. His desperation, his need to cum, only grows with every thrust, the movements getting sloppier with each passing second. 

He reaches forward and grabs your hair, tugging you away from the couch. His other hand is snug around the base of your throat, just barely applying pressure. You’re whimpering in his arms, shaking—your pussy flutters and clenches on his cock with every thrust. 

You’re getting close and though you open your mouth to warn him, the only thing that leaves is a strangled moan. He attaches his lips to the side of your neck again, alternating between gnawing at the sensitive skin and mumbling soft praises. 

“F—fuck!” He slams his cock deep inside of you, his hand around your throat tightening enough to cut off your circulation. 

You barely feel the hot streams of cum gush inside of you before your own orgasm is falling over you. You shake in Lucio’s arms, your head lulling back onto his shoulder. 

He holds you through it, finally letting go of your aching neck. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, stroking your head, “cum for me.”

It’s nearly two minutes before the aftershocks of your orgasm start to fade. Lucio’s heart hammers in his chest behind you, his heavy breathing filling your ears. 

You let yourself collapse into him. He catches you in his strong arms, positioning both of you to lay against the couch. 

“Fuck,” he laughs, rubbing at the paint covered bruises forming on your body. “You should come to my shows more often.”

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