#lucio morgasson smut

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

As you chose in the poll, after the quick HC "First dates with the M6", here it comes

First Date with Lucio - Horseriding in the plains

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He woke up at sunrise. He was just too excited to sleep more. He even bathed Mercedes & Melchior himself to make them perfect.

You expected him to have you fetched with a carriage, but he actually showed up on your frontdoor with two beautiful horses a white one and silver one. And, like, before breakfast.

The morning stroll in the city is nice, and the forest is delightful, bathing in the crisp light of the bright morning. Lucio is oddly quiet, but as soon as you reach the open fields, he turns to you and exclaims "Who gets to the well first!"

And you soon find yourself in a cloud of dust, before realizing it's a race!!!

Somehow you manage to aaaaa and win! He complaints that you cheated with magic, but you're pretty sure he gave you the fastest horse on purpose.

You spend the morning playing and running around, with Mercedes and Melchior overexcited next to you.

At midday you collapse under the roof of the old well, and before you realize you're hungry, a small wagon appears in the distance... it's the palace staff, with lunch!

Lucio winks "did you though I would have let you hunt for your lunch?"

You both eat until you're full, without caring about table manners or such things, and collapse asleep almost until the sunset.

You awake on his chest, with his fingers into your hair. He's awful at pretending to sleep, but when he states that you woke up first you let him have it... even though you could swear he had been looking at you with the sweetest eyes as you were sleeping on him.

On your way home, he invites you to his private bath to wash away dirt and sweat, half flirty and half gallantly... and takes the rejection with the smoothest class.

He kisses your hand and wishes you goodnight.

When you suggest that next time you'll be the one leading him into an adventure, his childishly happy smile brightens the night.

[im-ovulating]

I’m not familiar with the 2024 kinktober list-

but would you be interested in Lucio (The Arcana) X Reader: breeding link &/or body worship?

Another idea I had is (dominant) Lucio brat-taming the Reader (who’s still enjoying herself).

I would really like either one.

(A/n: Kinktober Day 5/15 and we're a third of the way done! Fun fact: this was supposed to be day 4, but I decided my memory was more trustworthy than the written-out list that includes the day number and the dates. The list that I personally wrote. So... there's that.)

Word Count: 991

Summary- Lucio has his own ways to show you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: Body worship, breeding kink, creampie, OOC Lucio (I honestly haven't played this game in over 2 years, so I wouldn't be surprised is this is extremely OOC...)

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Count Lucio x Fem! Reader: TLC

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You lie in bed, your bare skin pressed against Lucio's as he showers you in gentle kisses. His strong, calloused hands caress your soft curves reverently, worshiping every inch of your body.

"My beautiful, darling Y/n," he murmurs between kisses, his voice laced with adoration. "You have no idea how utterly breathtaking you are." His lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "So perfect, so lovely. I'm the luckiest man alive to have you in my arms."

Lucio's hand slides down to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel his hardness pressing into you, and a shiver of anticipation runs through your body. "You drive me wild, my love," he growls, grinding against you. "I need you, all of you. Let me show you how desirable you are."

His hand slips between your thighs, stroking your slick folds. You gasp at the electric sensation, arching into his touch. "That's it, darling," Lucio coos. "You're so responsive, so sensitive. I'm going to fill you up, breed you until you're overflowing with my seed and until there is no doubt in that pretty little head of yours that you're gorgeous."

Your breath catches as Lucio's words wash over you, igniting a fire within. His hands roam your body reverently, worshiping every curve and dip. You melt into his touch, all your insecurities melting away under his adoring gaze.

"Lucio," you breathe, arching against him. "I need you, please."

His lips capture yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your desperate pleas. His fingers deftly part your folds, teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp and tremble, heat pooling low in your belly.

"That's it, my love," Lucio murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let me make you feel beautiful."

He lines himself up, the tip of his hardness brushing against your slick entrance. With a slow, sensual roll of his hips, he slides into you, filling you to the hilt. You cry out, pleasure coursing through you.

"So perfect," he growls, his hips picking up a steady rhythm. "So tight, so responsive. You were made for this, darling. Made to be filled by me."

His hands grip your hips, pulling you into each driving thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with your breathless moans.

"That's it, my beautiful girl," Lucio praises. "Take it all. Let me breed you, mark you as mine."

You moan in blissful surrender, lost in the sensations Lucio is expertly drawing from your body. His hips snap against yours in a primal rhythm, driving his thick hardness deep inside you. Every stroke sets off sparks of pleasure, leaving you trembling and aching for more.

"Lucio, yes!" you cry out, your nails raking down his back. "Don't stop, please…I need you."

He growls low in his throat, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. "That's my good girl," he praises, his voice dripping with carnal desire. "Taking me so well, so perfectly. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be claimed and bred by me."

The coil of tension within you tightens with each punishing thrust, building towards an exquisite release. You cling to Lucio, your bodies moving together in a primal dance of lust and passion.

"Lucio, I'm so close," you whimper, your walls fluttering around his thick length. "Please, don't stop..,"

You writhe beneath Lucio's skilled ministrations, your body alight with unbridled desire. His hips grind against yours in a steady, relentless rhythm, filling you to the brim with his impressive girth.

"That's it, my beautiful darling," he murmurs, his voice dripping with wanton need. "Let go. Let yourself feel the pleasure I'm giving you."

His lips trail scorching kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. You shiver with delight, arching into his touch. The coil of tension within you tightens with each punishing thrust, building towards an exquisite release.

"You feel so good, so perfect around me," Lucio growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. "Made to be bred, to be claimed as mine."

His pace quickens, driving his thick, throbbing length deep inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with your breathless moans of ecstasy.

"Lucio, please!" you cry out, your nails raking down his muscular back. "I'm so close, don't stop!"

"That's it, my love," he purrs, his lips brushing against yours. "Come undone for me. Let me fill you up, mark you as mine."

With a few more powerful thrusts, you shatter, your orgasm washing over you in crashing waves of bliss. Your walls flutter and clench around Lucio's throbbing length, pulling him over the edge with you.

He buries himself to the hilt, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he spills his seed deep inside you. You whimper, trembling in the aftermath of your shared release, utterly sated and content.

Lucio gathers you in his strong, trembling arms, peppering your face with tender kisses. "My beautiful, perfect Y/n," he murmurs, his voice thick with awe and reverence.

Lucio's fingers trail lazily down your spine, eliciting a shiver that sets your nerve endings alight. "The way you respond to my touch, the way you give yourself over to me so completely…" His grip tightens minutely, a possessive edge creeping into his tone. "It's intoxicating, my love. You make me want to claim you, to mark you as mine in the most primal of ways."

Lifting your chin, he captures your lips in a searing, all-consuming kiss that steals your breath away. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are molten with undisguised desire. "And I will, my darling," he murmurs, the promise in his voice sending a delicious thrill racing down your spine. "Again and again, until there is no doubt in your mind that you are the most desirable, the most cherished woman in all the realms."

[lovely-dove69]

Dom, switch, or sub?

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Asra: Switch with a dom lean

Julian: Sub, have you seen this man?

Muriel: SUB NO DOUBT

Portia: Switch

Nadia: Full dom, totally a mommy

Lucio: Switch with a sub lean, since he's so whiny

Valerius: He may act like a dom, but he is totally a whiny sub

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[th3fam1lyd1ssap01ntm3nt]

I’m now writing fanfics-

Uhh… yeah-

Some genres:

- Fluff

- Angst- (probs my best genre to write in I could get into some deep, depressing ass shite)

- Smut- (I’ll try, I’ve never been amazing at it, would most likely be little short and sweet slivers of smut)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE!!

- ANYTHIN P3DO

- ANYTHIN NON-CON

- ANYTHIN SUPER NONREALISTIC TO CANNON STORYLINE, CHARACTER PERSONALITY, ETC.. (UNLESS ITS AN AU OR SOMETHING IF SO, TELL ME)

- ANYTHIN R@C!ST, HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, ETC… (UNLESS ITS A SMALL EVENT THAT ADDS TO THE STORY)

- ANYTHIN WITH HUGE AGE GAPS (APPLIES TO SMUT)

- ANYTHIN WITH UNDERAGED CHARACTERS (ANY/ALL WILL BE AGED UP IN THE FIC IF UNDERAGED CANNONLY!)

- ANYTHIN REPEATEDLY ASKED (pls only ask once or twice!)

I could write for the following so far!:

• Call of Duty

- Johnny (Soap) Mactavish

Moth Dust: Werewolf! Soap x Moth hybrid! Male reader (WIP!)

- Simon (Ghost) Riley

Puppy Love: Werewolf! Simon (Ghost) Riley x Werewolf! Male reader (not published yet!)

- Captain John Price

- Kyle (Gaz) Gerrick

- König

• The Arcana

- Asra Alnazar

- Nadia Strinava

- Montag (Lucio) Morgasson

(All of The Arcana characters but those are the ones I can REALLLYYY write for)

• Sally Face

- Sal (Sally Face) Fisher

Strange neighbors: Sal Fisher (Sally Face) x Fem! Reader (not published yet!)

- Larry Johnson

- Travis Phelps

(Ask me about anime’s or T.V shows and movies because I’ve seen quite a few)

• Murder Drones

- N

- V

- Uzi

(Gimme ideas pls 🤲🤲)

[esha-isboogara]

love thing

after a cold shower and some calming down time i decided to write some fluff for lucio - i love him sm i wish he got more love :(

lucio is so lucky to have found y/n

“Lucio…relax my love”. Y/n soothed, giving him their best reassuring smile.

His panicked eyes relaxed slightly. More often than not a few words of assurance was enough to calm his nerves. He was a simple man deep down.

“I’ve never held a child..I don’t want to drop it or hurt it. What if I end up killing it!? The world will never be able to see this amazing creation..oh gods”.

They rested their arm on Lucio’s forearm. “Don’t over think it darling. Our little one is safe in your hands. Treat her like you would Mercedes or Melnchoir”.

He fixed his eyes on the sleeping baby in your arms. Such a tiny thing held so much importance in his life now. Oh how times have changed. Two years ago

Taking a deep breath he took it and holding it close to his chest. The child stirred slightly but didn’t awaken. Tears threatened to fall but he wouldn’t allow them.

“I-..I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy”. Lucio managed to say earning a small smile from his partner.

“What about our wedding day”? They chuckled , leaning their head on his shoulder.

“The entire kingdom will be speaking of our wedding for decades after we pass. I-We sure know how to plan an amazing wedding”.

“Damn straight. We are the stuff of legends”.

He had never been so happy in his whole life. If this is what a normal life is he’s all for it.

“I love you y/n…i’m so glad we met”. Lucio spoke, breaking the peaceful silence shared between them.

[artausrayne]

Past, Present, Future - An Arcana Saga; The story continues!

After five months, it's finally done! Part 2, the Asrian part of the story. It's a direct continuation of the pre-route that dives deeper into the rise and downfall of Asra and Julian's relationship, and the ritual.

If you're ready for it, here it is!

A Bond Meant To Be Broken

Another twisting winding rollercoaster of intense emotion, buckle down and hold on for the ride! :)

[insumii]

Minors -- DNI.

Hello.

I am Isumi.

This is an NSFW Blog. Requests are always open unless my description says otherwise.

I generally write about the Arcana, TF2, or Madness Combat.

With that out of the way, here's a list of things that I will do on this blog, won't tolerate on this blog and anything in-between. Keep in mind this list will shift and be changed over time.

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Will Write/Do:

Smut, fluff, lemons, etc.; yet I mainly focus on NSFW.

Anything related to the LGBTQIA+.

CERTAIN kinks (no paraphiliacs).

Depends:

Gender-Swaps/Genderbends.

Not Tolerated:

Death Kinks/Extreme Kinks.

Pedophilia, CNC/No Consent, etc.

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

Saw you did some hc’s for edging and overstimulation! If you don’t mind, could I request maybe the m6 edging/overstimulating the MC too? Ty!

Late edit: " Write as spicy as you want, and I mainly like Julian and Asra! "

Of course you can ask! So, here's something more specific about the MC being edged/overstimulated :)

Silly post decided to be published before it was ready (nope: I accidentally put it on programmed instead of drafts. I do this to be sure to never delete a request by mistake). I'm writing them right now! So sorry for the inconvenience ^^"

Overstimulation and Edging Vol.2

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Tw: domination, crying, public, group

Considering how Julian is a big fan of quickies, for you being edged is a daily occurrence. He takes every occasion he can get with you, and between him being pretty quick and having so little time, you often get so close to coming without actually having an orgasm. Julian's shoulders and neck are covered in small half moons where you planted your nails into his skin out of frustration each time you felt him sliding out of you before you could have your release. You hate and love when, out in public, he kisses lightly your fingers telling you "Later, my love... later", acting as he didn't just came inside you minutes before, leaving you unsatisfied.

It's a game between you two, and he expecially loves how rough you become at night when he's had fun with you the whole day without giving you the time to come. Those nights you fall asleep on his drained and bruised chest, with him caressing your head in pure, exhausted bliss.

Asra loves to mess with you. Sometimes, when you're making love, he suddenly stops and gets up as you're about to come, and announces in that soft and kind voice of his that you don't deserve to come since you haven't been a good enough apprentice that day. The contrast between his tone and his words leaves you always speechless. But it doesn't end there: he will tease you again and again, touching and kissing you to bring you again on the verge of the orgasm, and then leaving you again. Every time you beg him to let you come, he smiles at you and brushes your hair away from your strained face. He has a box of marbles, and he moves one into his pocket each time you beg him for an orgasm.

It's often late at night when you're woken up by his light kisses on your back and neck and caresses all over your body. Without a single word he's inside you, having you moaning with pleasure, touching you until you come in an explosion of pleasure. It's only at that point that you realize he put a certain number of marbles in you hand, just as he removes one... before going back to kiss you, touch you, stretch you, ignoring your complaining of being too sensible. You begged him so many times to let you come, before... now, he'll listen to each and every pray.

Nadia loves to overstimulate you. Her lingering touch is a sweet torture on you, and so you wriggle and twist in the bed as she pacefully reads a book, with one of her steady hands firmly placed between your legs.

Edging you it's more a mental thing, though. She keeps flirting with you when you're not alone, and her hand casually ends up on your inner thight under the table. It drives you crazy and leaves you wanting for more and ready to burst.

She loves when you're in the carriage together. She jokes that it's one of the only times when she enjoys to knee in front of someone. With your clothes pulled up and her head between you legs, she gets you to almost came... casually, right before you have to get down the carriage.

Lucio loves having you begging and crying into his bed. Some days he wakes up rather demanding, and he wants to see you come again and again, as if he wants your moans to be his soundtrack for the day. He starts fucking you himself, and when he gets tired of fucking you he has someone doing it for him as he watches and listens. Sometimes he has you and your partner in the next rooms, and solves his duties as he listens at your desperate orgasms on the other side of the wall. When you meet him again at night, you're exhausted and sensible... the count thinks that is a great time to have you come again with him inside you before going to sleep.

Other days, he wants to be selfish. He fucks you as he pleases, without touching you or bothering to make you come. It's frustrating, but you love it. He literally wants you to get off the bed and on your knees, begging him for one little orgasm... he's a magnanimous lord and grants your wishes, but not before taking advantage of your such inviting position.

[mashup-writing]

The Arcana; Masterlist

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A = angst, F = fluff, H = humor, HC = Hurt & Comfort, S = smut, UE = Upright Ending, RE = Reverse Ending

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Main 6 Headcanons:

M6 Gift giving & thought process [F] [UE]

Nadia Satrinava:

Across my Memories (F) (UE)

Asra Alnazar:

Nothing Yet!

Julian Devorak:

Nothing Yet!

Muriel:

Nothing Yet!

Portia Devorak:

Nothing Yet!

Lucio Morgasson:

Nothing Yet!

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[lovely-dove69]

The Arcana favorite sex position

Asra💜: Full Nelson

Julian😈: Side-fuck

Portia💐: Tribbing

Nadia: She usually uses a strap on, so missionary

Muriel: MATING PRESS

Lucio: Doggy style

[littleplace]

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Characters Available:

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Five Nights at Freddy's • William Afton/Steve Raglan.

CreepyPasta • Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Slenderman, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Masky, Ticci-Toby, X-Virus, Bloody Painter.

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Boku No Hero Academia • Shigaraki Tomura.

Predator • ...

Hazbin Hotel • Alastor, Lucifer.

the Arcane: League of Legends • Jinx, Silco, Sevika.

the Arcana: a Mystic Romance • Nadia Satrinava, Asa Alnazar, Muriel, Portia Devorak, Julian Devorak, Lucio Morgasson, Valerius, Vlastomil, Vulgora, Valdemar.

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[bakuliwrites]

Venerate- Lucio Morgasson x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationship: Lucio Morgasson x Reader (Background Julian x Lucio x Reader)

Summary: Lucio wants to make sure you understand how beautiful you are and how much your body deserves to be celebrated. He also decides to help you out with a bit of a quandary you've found yourself in.

Tags: Female Apprentice, Smut, Fluff, PIV, Lactation K*nk, Breastfeeding, Comfort S*x, Praise K*nk, Body Worship

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

You groan, sitting on the edge of your bed as you carefully peel your blouse away from your chest. Each brush of your arm against your bosom sends waves of dull pain through you. You sharply suck in a breath as your wrist grazes your tender nipple, cursing quietly as you finally slip out of your clothing. Joyously, you had volunteered to be a surrogate for Asra and Muriel when they announced they had wanted to start a family together. You knew what you were getting into and had read up on all the pain and uncomfortable side-effects of pregnancy, so you had been well-prepared for that. Plus, you and Asra had had some magic tricks up your sleeves to help alleviate some of the discomfort. When it was finally time to give birth, again you’d been as prepared as you could be (though no one is ever really ready for that). But what you hadn’t been anticipating was the pain of trying to wean a baby off of nursing. It's only day one and you are positively miserable.

You’d parted from Muriel and Asra’s a little while ago, leaving them to be with their little bundle of joy. All you longed for on your return home to the palace was the warmth of a bubble bath and a good night’s sleep. But with every step you took, every gentle bounce of your breasts, followed radiating pain. You need to pump or do something before you can even think about letting them touch the water of a bath. Even just sitting there on the edge of the bed you can feel how horrendously sore they are.

Before you can think about what you're going to do next, your bedroom door bursts open and in waltzes Lucio, looking rather proud of himself. 

“Good evening, my dove,” he exclaims, exuberant as always, not noticing at first that you're half-clothed and morose. He kicks off his boots, slamming the door shut behind him, and tossing his furs across the back of one of the chaise lounges. 

“I have the most salacious story to tell you,” he begins, striding across the room to pour himself a drink from the crystal carafe you and Julian had bought him for your last anniversary, “I was enjoying my nightly constitutional around the grounds when suddenly, I heard a rustling sound in the bushes. I, being the courageous warrior that I am, immediately went to investigate, thinking that perhaps we had some intruders. I rounded the corner, ready to pounce, when I was greeted with an unfortunate eyeful-” As he whirls around from the mini-bar, he finally catches a glimpse of the discomfort on your face, your half-naked body greeting him.

“My precious gem, whatever is the matter?” he coos, uncharacteristically interrupting his gossip to fawn over your defeated self. 

“I’m quite miserable this evening, my darling,” you sigh, pouting as he sets his drink off to the side and draws you in close. As soon as his chest connects with yours, you hiss in pain, causing him to withdraw quickly.

“What’s wrong?” he panics, pale eyes darting between his chest and yours, “Did I poke you with one of my medals? I’m so sorry! I’ll get rid of them.” He struggles to pull his sash over his head, but manages to finagle it off and chuck it aside, where it lands on top of his furs with the metallic tinkle of his medallions clacking together. 

“I don’t think it was your medals, Lucio,” you giggle, his typical overreaction rather endearing, “I’m just a bit- sore.” A blush paints your cheeks, your eyes sheepishly glancing down. Suddenly, you feel embarrassed by your predicament, not wanting to bother Lucio with something you're sure he’ll find uninteresting, or strange even. Though, perhaps that isn’t a fair assumption. He’s changed a lot over the years.

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant, and even continuing on after the birth, Lucio has been extra protective of you. You're grateful for everyone’s help, certainly, but have been rather stupefied by Lucio’s reaction to the whole thing. It's been especially beneficial to have a doctor for a partner, but you hadn’t realized what a boon having a (former) count for a partner would be. Julian had obviously been at your beck and call throughout the process, making sure you and the baby are healthy and happy, ever eager to please. To your surprise, Lucio has also been rather ecstatic to help out, mainly in the way of spoiling you and making sure you have everything you need (and everything you don’t need, but perhaps want). It's been nice to see a softer, more caring side to him.

“Sore? Sore, how? Can I get you anything?” he speaks, kneeling in front of you, beginning to rapidly fire off questions. He offers to draw a bath, send for Julian (who's busy at his clinic that evening), massage you wherever it hurt (this he adds with a suggestive wink). He can procure delicious treats for you, and if you tell him the name of whoever it was that hurt you, he would most certainly take care of it, himself.

“No, no!” you cut that train of thought off before it goes too far, “No one hurt me. I’m just- well-” Heat radiates from your cheeks as you stare bashfully at him underneath hooded lashes. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them reassuringly.

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” he beams. Is this the same Lucio you met all those years ago? It seems impossible. But the loving look in his eyes assuages your fears and you find yourself explaining to him exactly what's wrong. He listens, oddly patient, until you’re finished. He's silent for a beat longer, before he looks up at you from where he kneels, an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“So, you’re telling me you need to just- release all that pressure?” he tries thoughtfully, trying to understand. You nod quietly, anxiety suddenly welling up inside you. You're worried he thinks that maybe this is strange, or unsightly. He's always so prim and proper when it comes to his appearance (though not in regards to anything else). A neat-freak, honestly. Your predicament feels messy and so not something Lucio would understand. 

“I was just going to figure it out myself,” you quickly add, shifting to get up and head towards the bathroom; but Lucio grips your hand tighter, a wordless plea for you to stay seated. His silence is driving you nuts. Lucio is never quiet, so it can only mean something bad. And then the corner of his thin lips curls up into a mischievous grin.

“Well, you know, we could wait for Jules to return from the clinic,” he speaks slowly, one of his sharp eyebrows quirking up, “He’d certainly know what to do. Or-” another devilish glint in his eyes, before he leans in close, lips centimeters from yours, his breath fanning across them, “I could help you out.” You feel your heart hammering behind your ribs, breath becoming shallow as Lucio captures your lips in his. His tongue hungrily slips past your parted lips, exploratory and warm. Is he suggesting what you think he's suggesting?

Gently, Lucio lays you back on the bed, silk sheets cool against your overheated skin. He makes quick work of removing the last of your clothing and abandoning his own. Propped up against the pillows, you watch as Lucio sidles up to you, stroking your flushed cheek with his thumb and taking one of your hands in his metal one. Already, he's erect, the tip of his member swollen and pink. 

“Is that what you want, my pet?” he practically purrs, gently kissing the back of your hand, throwing a kittenish side-eye your way, “For me to help you relieve that pressure?” You feel your folds growing wet, slick with arousal at Lucio’s sultry tones. Is this really something he want to do? Something you desperately want him to do? You hadn’t expected this predicament to spark some hidden desire in either of you, but here you are. There's no backing out now. 

“Yes,” you at long last breath, your voice catching in your throat.  

“Yes, what?” Lucio shoots back, assuming a commandeering pose where he sits beside you, puffing out his chest and straightening up. You like it when he takes control, since usually you're the one to wield it in the bedroom. Both he and Julian typically enjoy more submissive roles. It's nice to be the one in that position, every once in a while.  

“Yes, please, sir,” you correct, shivering as he ghosts his metal fingertips along your stomach. 

“Good girl,” he returns, highly pleased with himself, shifting so that he's now laying against the pillows and you're propped up against him. He draws you in closer, his erection pressing against the small of your back, a husky grunt reverberating through his chest as you teasingly roll your hips against it. With one hand tangled in your hair, Lucio yanks your head back, tilting your face up towards him to allow better access to your lips. 

“Patience, my dove,” he commands, donning a roguish smile, “I’d like to take my time tonight. I’d like to make sure your body gets the worship you so deserve.” Before you can say anything more, Lucio takes your mouth in his again, roughly this time, kisses sloppy and hard. You can feel your lips swelling with the ferocity of his passion. You're hardly able to get a breath in. Suddenly, pain shoots from your nipple, where Lucio has taken one of them between two of his metal fingers and tweaked it. You cry out from the sensation, 

“Aww, was that mean of me?” he mocks, a filthy smirk spreading across his angular face. You’d make him regret that if you weren’t at his mercy already. Besides, you like it when he teases you. You merely huff in mock disappointment, breath strained and chest heaving. Lucio leaves your mouth, peppering kisses along your jawline, craning your neck to one side so he can leave his love bites along it. 

“I shouldn’t tease so much. You’ve been working so very hard, all these months,” he croons between nips, “You deserve some pampering. Your body- it deserves celebrating.” A pitiful whine escapes your lips, one hand reaching up to grasp at the short hairs on the back of Lucio’s neck. He certainly knows how to spoil you. How to celebrate you. As selfish as he can be at times, he's always ecstatic to be able to flex his ability to indulge your needs, just as much as he likes indulging his own. 

“Tonight,” he breathes against your skin, pressing you even closer to him, “Your pleasure is my command. This body that has worked so tirelessly, carrying and providing for a young one, deserves veneration. Tonight, it’s my duty as your partner to make sure you are thoroughly ravished.” 

“Lucio,” you try, voice hitching in your throat, garnering a chuckle from him.

“Well, I might make you beg for it a little,” he adds, nudging your cheek with the tip of his nose, “Since I know that’s what you like.” 

With a breathy laugh, you lean your head against his shoulder, allowing Lucio to free his hand from your hair and trail it down to attend to your sore breasts. He takes them in his hands and massages them gently, trickles of white escaping from them as he kneads. 

“So heavy, my darling,” he growls, eliciting another pathetic whimper from you, which he seems to take great delight in, “So full. Let’s fix that.” 

With this, Lucio frees himself from where he's seated, gently scooting out from behind you and leaning you back against the pillows again. Laying himself across your lap, he dives down to ensnare the hardened bud of one of your nipples in his mouth. But Lucio isn’t about to give you any relief just yet. Toyingly, his tongue circles the sensitive nub, flicking it painfully. He luxuriates in your soft mewls and half-hearted begs for him to stop teasing, merely glancing up at you impishly, silver eyes glimmering wickedly. His hands grip your waist, metal talons digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. 

“Lucio, please,” you beseech, throwing your head back against the pillows, desperate for some kind of release, whether through the pressure in your breasts being relieved or through orgasm, you don’t care. You just want something to make you feel better. 

“Patience, my angel,” he coos, withdrawing briefly from his ministrations, “I’ll attend to you when I’m ready.” In that moment, you simultaneously hate and adore him, his purposeful disregard of your needs both exciting and cruel. But you know he's just building up your desire so you'll only end up enjoying it even more when he ultimately does take you. You can feel your folds growing slicker with each flick of his tongue. Meanwhile, his hands rove your body, massaging your hips and squeezing your ass. Every once in a while, his mouth leaves your breast to whisper sweet nothings in your ear: reminders of how strong you are, how hard-working, how beautiful, how loving. This is a whole new side of Lucio you're seeing. You quite like it.

“These voluptuous hips,” he speaks, as he grips either side of you, fingers kneading your supple waist, “These hips have worked so tirelessly.” He plants a tender kiss on each side of your hip bones, before moving to your stomach. His breath ghosts along your skin, sending delightful shivers through you.

“This lovely belly,” he goes on, peppering your abdomen with kisses, “has worked miracles. Indefatigable and magnificent.” He ardently kisses the stretch marks on your stomach and your hips. He seems to have picked up some vocabulary from Julian over the years.

“This beautiful skin,” he breathes, moving up to meet your mouth, pale eyes gazing lovingly into yours, “bears the exquisite marks of your vigor.” Adoringly, he presses his lips to yours, gentle and slow. When he withdraws from your mouth, he goes back down to focus on your chest.

“And these sumptuous breasts,” he concludes, softly kissing each of your nipples, “Continue to work so very hard.” 

You can hardly believe your ears. Suddenly, you're feeling rather emotional at your partner's kind words. He's making you feel so entirely loved. So beautiful. Over the last year or so, you’ve fluctuated between feeling utterly in love with your body and all the amazing things it can do, and feeling completely miserable. Some days, you see yourself in a passing reflection and want to jump for joy, feeling so proud of yourself. Others, you look in the mirror and want to weep. But throughout everything, both Lucio and Julian have been so supportive, so sweet to you. You want to say something in return to Lucio’s words, but speech dies in your throat when he finally (and without much warning), purses his lips around your nipple and begins to suckle.

A moan falls from your lips as Lucio drinks from you, humming pleasantly against your plump breast, eyes falling shut. Your hand, slicked with a bit of saliva, moves to give Lucio’s cock some much needed attention. You stroke him languidly, feeling him tremble under your touch, muffled grunts rumbling through his chest. He rolls his hips in time with your pumps. With his golden hand still firmly gripping your waist, he snakes his other one down to your heat, where he begins circling your clit with his thumb. Sparks of pleasure, like an electric shock, run through you as he takes two of his fingers and slips them between your folds, pumping rhythmically into you. 

You can feel the coil within you tightening as your beloved drinks heartily from you, releasing your nipple with a wet pop every once in a while to catch his breath, a white-hot fire burning in your core. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d see Count Lucio quiet and content as he suckles your swollen tits. Honestly, it's the quiet and content part that shocks you the most. But then again, he's a man of many surprises, as you are learning that very night. 

His member twitches in your grasp and you feel your own release imminent as his fingers pick up the pace. You speed your own hand up, causing Lucio to gasp and grip your waist even tighter, garnering a breathy laugh from you.

“Lucio, my darling, I’m close,” you sigh, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes. He meets your gaze, eyes dark with lust, and swiftly releases your nipple. He pins you down on the bed, lifting your hands above your head and locking them in his grasp. Lucio’s cock slips through your slick entrance as he bends to savagely smash his lips into yours. His mouth is warm, slightly sour with the taste of your own product. He pounds mercilessly into you, the lewd slap of skin-on-skin mixing with your strained keens and his gravelly grunts. Sweat beads on his forehead as he relentlessly takes you, his hips snapping brutally into yours. The coil in you is so tight now, seconds away from breaking free. 

With a cry of his name, you feel your walls shudder and release, just as Lucio comes undone above you, his hot seed spilling inside you. You feel it fill you, warm and welcome, as he rocks his hips erratically before coming to a halt altogether. Still buried deep within you, he releases your hands, catching his breath while you attempt to steady yours. Stars dot your vision and your head spins with pleasure. After a moment, Lucio withdraws from you and flops down beside you on the mattress. He draws you close, smoothing out some errant strands of hair on your head and tending to each of the little wounds his love bites have left on your skin. Throughout Lucio’s gentle caretaking, the two of you exchange whispered, “I love you’s” and desperate kisses.

“Feeling better now?” he purrs after you each settle down a bit. He's back to his jaunty, frisky self, waggling his brows at you and looking entirely too proud of himself. 

“Yes,” you return, tucking a golden lock behind his ear, “At least in the one breast.” 

“Perhaps we ought to leave the other one for our dear doctor. I’m sure he’ll be positively parched upon his return,” Lucio suggests with a lecherous grin, before adding in a more serious tone, “You know, I rather enjoyed this. Perhaps we should think about putting another little one in you. That way I can look forward to this again in another nine months.” 

“Well, we’ll have to talk to Julian about that,” you playfully return, planting a peck on the tip of his nose, “That’s a big discussion. But it’s a discussion I’d like to have.” He chuckles, sweeping you closer to him and burying his face in your chest. 

“Thank you for your kindness,” you whisper, feeling tears sting your eyes. 

“Don’t you dare thank me, my cherished dove,” Lucio commands, squeezing you tight, “I meant every word of it. Don't thank me for telling the truth.” You smile against his chest. 

“I was worried you might think it was, I don’t know, strange,” you admit after a moment, blushing sheepishly. Lucio snaps his head up, giving you a look as if you’d said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“Strange? Hah!” he exclaims, tenderly caressing your cheek, “It’s a natural part of pregnancy and child-rearing. And, as I said, you’ve been working very hard. You deserve some pampering.”

“Besides, it may look like I don’t know a damn thing, but I actually do occasionally listen to our dear doctor. I knew this would be coming at some point or another,” Lucio goes on, looking pleased with himself. 

“You did?” you return incredulously, raising a skeptical eyebrow up at him. 

“Well,” he shrugs, looking demurely away for a moment, “Maybe I didn’t quite know the weaning process would be so miserable. Jules may have mentioned something about it. But I knew you’d need help with something. And why not have a little fun with it, while we’re at it?” 

You meet his devilish grin with a beam and an eye roll before snuggling closer to him. It's then that you're suddenly reminded he’d been trying to tell you about some no-doubt ridiculous story when he’d entered earlier.

“What ‘salacious’ gossip were you trying to regale me with before all of our own excitement went down?” you venture.

“Hmm? Oh!” he starts, nuzzling you and listlessly adding with a dismissive wave of his hand, “Nadia and Portia enjoying a secret rendezvous in the gardens. Blah, blah, blah.” You simply nod in understanding, before blushing a deep shade of crimson when Lucio impishly adds, “Not nearly as salacious and interesting as our own activities, this sensuous night.”

A/N: This fic is almost two years old, goodness gracious. Apparently I never put it up on this tumblr? So here it is! Thanks for reading! I did not necessarily intend for this to be medically accurate (or technologically accurate) in any way (is surrogacy possible in Vesuvia? Who knows and I'm not going to think too hard about it). I really just wanted this to be a body positive, body worship fic. I know Lucio can be sort of a selfish character, but I think he is also capable of so much love and appreciation. I think he would be really invested in making sure you know you are beautiful and loved <3 Also, this had some background Julian/Lucio/Apprentice. I do plan on making this sort of a series. Next one I write will definitely be spice with all three. Much love to you all <3 Remember, to be kind to yourself and others.

[valeriusxoxo]

introduction

hi! i'm briar, and welcome to my blog. i write for the arcana.

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asra alnazar

julian devorak

lucio morgasson

muriel of the kokhuri

nadia satrinava

portia devorak

valdemar

valerius

vlastomil

volta

vulgora

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[teeth-farie]

Hysteria 2.0

Lucio/AMAB Reader

Notes: plague era, doctor/patient, handjobs, mask kink, cum eating, a bit of cbt, humiliation/degradation, piss, lucio can’t get it up, prostate milking, 6k words

☞. . . The long awaited sequel I mentioned! If you read the first and thought ‘hey just jerking him off isn’t enough’ then this is the fic for you!

Your world is dark and red and plague coats the streets as thickly as molasses. It seems the city has crumbled a little more with each person that falls. With a life so bitter, you clung to the ounce of hope you had and applied for apprenticeship under a doctor at the palace. Asra left, desperate for distance from the city but you couldn’t join him—you wouldn’t, this was your home and you’re determined to piece it back together no matter what it takes.

The pungent smell of rubbing alcohol and the distant tang of coppery blood assault your nose even through your mask. The skittering of beetles from the pit buzz in your ears like terrible white noise, fueling your unease—but you persist, this is your job now. You chose this.

“I trust you to go on your own this time. It’ll be no different, it’s just like we’ve done together.” Doctor Devorak speaks monotonously and his eyes are bruised with sleep deprivation. Constantly, he hunches over books and furiously scribbles notes in an attempt to find a cure. Would it be in vain? You’re unsure, but if this takes a little stress off his shoulders, you’ll do it. “Be careful.” He says after a moment's hesitation.

In your bag, you carry all the equipment you need for your patient. Count Lucio.

You’ve gotten as used to his cocky persona as much as one possibly could. Even riddled with the plague, he still acts as though he’s the same man as before. He knows he isn’t—though denial is the greatest placebo. You’ve gotten used to your mask by now and your lenses barely fog up anymore. It scares Lucio, though he doesn’t show it willingly. You rap three times on his chamber doors before entering.

His room smells of disinfectant and night air that seeps through his cracked window. “Good evening, Count.” You greet coolly, approaching his bedside and placing your bag on top of an oak wood dresser. Lucio scans his eyes over you, red and puffy. “Which one are you?” His voice is rough and scratchy, you assume he’s been having coughing fits. You answer him with your name and he seems to perk up. “Your voice is too muffled with that thing.” Lucio gestures vaguely at your beaked mask. “Where’s Doctor Jules?” He watches as you unpack your bag and pull out various tools. 

“Working.”

“He’s no fun. You know what they say, three's a party.” 

Lucio is a terrible flirt and he doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care about boundaries between doctor and patient. If it were up to him, he’d have both his favorite doctors in his room with him after hours. But that isn’t what this is, he’s reminded. He’s a dying man and it’s a procedural matter.

You don’t answer his cocky remark and gather your stethoscope. You plug it in your ears and press the metal disk to his chest. “Hey! A little warning might be nice!” Lucio groans, nearly jolting at the cold metal. “Quiet, I need to hear.”

Luckily, he shuts up and you listen to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. You move it over his lungs and his breath rattles. “I need to put it under your shirt.” You lean back up and Lucio grins. “Oh? If you wanted me shirtless you just had to ask.” He grins and you roll your eyes. “You don’t need to take off your shirt, I’ll put it under.”

You lift the hem of his linen shirt and press the metal to his naked chest. It draws a gasp from him that you ignore. You move it across his chest where you need to listen and reach around to press it against his back. His lungs sound like a baby’s rattle, scratchy and clogged. His skin is warm to the touch though you can barely feel it through your thick gloves.

You move the metal disk higher and lower as you need it and Lucio’s heart rate accelerates as you move back to his chest. 

“Remember to stay calm, we needn’t any heart palpitations.” Your voice is smooth and methodical. Setting the stethoscope aside for a moment, you fetch a band from your bag. “Would it be wrong for me to say you make my heart skip a beat?” Lucio croaks, completely ignorant of your lingo.

“Yes, that’s what a heart palpitation is, milord.” 

“Right, I knew that.”

You grab Lucio’s right arm with gentle hands, turning it to expose the crook of the reddened flesh and tying the band tight around his bicep. He winces at the pinch of skin and watches you like a hawk as you place the stethoscope under the band and plug it back into your ears. You watch the clock across from his bed, counting each beat of his heart with practiced ease. Lucio barely holds in the painful cough once the full minute is over, turning his head and covering his mouth with the palm of his hand. 

You take a moment to write down his vitals and rub his back while he swallows thickly and clears his throat. “Why are you doing that.” Lucio’s voice comes off more nasally than usual, craning his neck to peer over his shoulder where your hand lays. “I’m offering you comfort. Do you want me to stop?” You feel you may have crossed a line despite the count's provocative nature. 

“No! No. By all means, keep touching me.” Lucio attempts to keep the familiar swagger in his tone yet you don’t miss how desperate he’d sounded for that split second. 

You don’t reply to him, just moving your gloved palm to his forehead and the heat seeps through the leather. You sigh softly. “Fever still high. May I try something, milord?” You question and Lucio scoffs—well, the best he can without sending himself into a hacking fit. You take that as a ‘whatever’ and loosen the fingers of your glove, pulling it off. Lucio watches with interest as you place your bare hand to his clammy forehead and summon a simple cooling spell. He groans softly and leans into your hand. 

“How’d you do that?” 

“I’m well acquainted with magic.”

“Magic, huh? Must’ve lucked out with you, eh?” 

Again, you pass over his comment and press your fingers over his temples and behind his ears, alleviating him of possible migraines. Your patient sighs a deep breath, the tension in his body slowly relaxing. “Keep that up and I’ll have to order you a raise.” Lucio hums and you remove your hand, slipping your glove back on. “I’m not getting paid, milord. I volunteered to help.” You clarify and the count gawks at you. 

“You willingly chose to do this? Man..” he clicks his tongue and makes a sound of disbelief. 

You continue the routine you’ve practiced with him before, taking notes on his behavior and advancements with his sickness.

“Have the assistants been helping you with your physical therapy?” You question, setting the quill down in its holder as you address Lucio. “Hmph, they haven’t even tried.” He huffs, staring ahead at the painting across from his bed—a commissioned portrait of a man defeating death, how ironic. 

“That’s no good..” you mumble. “I’m assuming no one has taken you walking?”

“No. None of them want to touch me—I mean, I’m the COUNT, who wouldn’t want to fawn over me??” 

You let him ramble as you take note of the lack of aid from his assistants. “I’ll help you with simple stretches today. I’ll give word about the slacking.” You announce, taking a moment to pop the joints in your arms and back. If you weren’t mistaken, the count would be like dead weight at this point, and stiff joints wouldn’t help you in this endeavor. “Are you ready, milord?” You prepare yourself to haul him upright at the edge of the bed, only waiting on his consent.

“If you hurt me, I’ll kill you.” 

“This won’t hurt, I’m only going to relieve your body aches.” 

Lucio gives you a skeptical look before nodding his head, pushing his arms out to allow you to grip under his arms, fingers pressing into his ribs as you help to position him. “First we’ll start with your arm; we can tackle your prosthetic later, though I’m sure you might need to take a break from wearing it to keep your skin from chafing…” you ramble on, more so to yourself than Lucio. He winces at the notion of removing his prosthetic, lips curling into a snarl. “No, the arm stays on.” 

You only nod. “Yes, milord, I’ll make sure to inform the others of your decision.” 

Lucio sits as straight as he can, back still aching as you take his right arm and start with overhead stretches. Sweat stains litter his shirt, and you make a mental note to have someone help him change after your checkup. Your thumbs glide down the inside of his arm, down over the red veins and to his wrist, pushing his hand down, holding, up, holding. Lucio watches like a predator watches its prey, yet sitting there with his hand in yours, back hunched, he seems more of a sad child; one who wears a pout on his face and kicks his feet where they dangle from his chair. 

A strand of dull blonde hair falls into his face, and you push it back without really thinking about it, briefly raking your fingers through in a swift moment to instill its place among his hairline. Lucio closes his eyes, a rattling sigh and a sniffle of his nose. Something tells you to stay just a moment longer, and so you do, only under the guise of massaging his temples to relieve his headaches. 

“We’ll do bed stretches for your legs, we needn’t overdo it.” Your voice, muffled by the leather beak of your mask, breaks him from his stupor. Lucio nods and clears his throat, which only leads to another coughing fit that you rub his back through. “Lay back when you’re ready.”

He raises his brow, then chuckles raggedly. “I knew you’d come around,” Lucio heckles, half falling back onto his elbows. You tut and guide him back yourself. “You have to lay back so I can stretch your legs.” 

He rolls his eyes, rubbing the cool metal of his hand over his forehead. “Let me have a little fun, won’t you?”

You don’t answer, unwilling to fuel his fantasies. Your gloved fingers wrap around his ankle, one hand holding by the heel of his foot and the other in the crook under his knee. Slow and steady, you push his leg forward, knee bending near his chest. You don’t push it, just holding for a few seconds before pulling back and repeating. 

Lucio doesn’t know if it’s just the fever talking, or the warm solid body maneuvering his, but he can feel the already present flush on his face getting hotter, his heart beating faster within his rib cage. He takes a deep breath, then out. This isn’t too bad, just stretching. Just his doctor's apprentice stretching his legs for him, with that hideous mask that for some reason has butterflies fluttering in his stomach. 

“Good job, keep breathing just like that.”

Shit. He really wishes you wouldn’t talk like that right now. 

Now you’ve set his foot on your shoulder, using it as leverage to push it back, focusing on the hinge of his hips, and by god does that send his blood right between his legs. You don’t notice the stirring in his trousers, nor do you stop and look—then again why would you look. 

You release his leg and move to the other, repeating the same cycle from before with intense concentration in those hollow eyes of your mask. 

Lucio’s breathing is getting heavier, you notice, so you stop. “Milord, are you o… oh.” The air in the room freezes, everything still and your heartbeat rises in your ears. “I apologize, I’ll leave you to tend to yourself,” you flounder, immediately turning to pack up your bag. Nothing prepared you for this, none of your training ever taught you how to approach this kind of situation. 

“Wait!” Lucio struggles to push himself up, but he gets there, braving his arms behind him. “You’re not just gonna leave are you?” 

That scene is still replaying in your head, the Count flat on his back with his legs fallen spread on the bed, eyes trailing down in between his legs—somewhere you never should have looked. “I, I mean, this is unprofessional,” your hands clenched at your chest, soft leather creaking at your joints. “That would be taking advantage of you.” 

Lucio scoffs. “Taking advantage of me? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my role, I could have you executed if you so much as pissed me off.” He swallows, pressing his hand down on the bed in between his legs, his wrist and forearm blocking the soft tenting in his pants. “So believe me when I’m asking you to do this,” there’s a new softness on his face, like he was just moments away from getting onto his knees—well if he could get on his knees. 

You straighten your back, hands falling to your sides. “Ok, then. Ask me properly.” You demand, heart beating wildly in your chest nonetheless. For a moment Lucio looks almost surprised. Then, a catlike grin spreads across his pale face. 

“Please Doctor, would you touch me?” He damn near purrs the word, the persistent flush on his face darkening for other reasons. “You wouldn’t leave your patient crying, now would you?”

You gather your bearings, heart hammering in your chest. A tad too stiffly, you begin searching through your bag. “Hey, I did what you wanted. What’re you doing now?” Lucio bobs his head around in an attempt to peer into your bag. You snap it shut after finding what you needed. “I won’t do it dry. Lay back, this won’t hurt a bit.” You unscrew the jar of vaseline, setting it down with a little clack onto his nightstand. Lucio’s already laid flat on his back by the time you turn around, struggling to shimmy out of his pants. 

You grant him some reprieve, replacing his hands with yours and tugging down the waistband. “Finally,” he groans, cool air wafting over his hot skin. His half-hard dick lays on his belly.

“Now, stay still.” 

With a gloved hand coated in lubricant, you grab his cock, slowly pumping him into full hardness. Lucio grips at the bedsheets, expensive linens wrinkling under his hands. The leather of your gloves glides across his heated flesh softer than he imagined it’d feel- the worn-in material like pure heaven. 

“Doctor,” he gasps again, pants still snug around his thighs while he gives a pathetic buck of his hips. You press your free hand against his lower stomach, thumb rubbing right under the head of his cock. “Stay still, we needn’t cause any distress. Your palm acts as a stabilizer against his stomach, keeping him from the rowdy attempts at what his previous, healthy, body would have reacted with. 

“I hope this relieves some stress, milord,” you twist your wrist and Lucio shudders. “Your health and well-being are my greatest priority.” Your thumb strokes along his jutted hipbone, mask-clad head tilting the tiniest bit to the side as you watch him writhe and pant. 

“That’s-“ a heaving cough wracks through his body, making his stomach clench and cock twitch in your hand. “Th-that’s not sexy talk at all.” He groans, eyebrows furrowing and sweat dripping down his temples. “Oh?” You rub your thumb over his slit and a shuddering moan falls from his lips. “You seem to be gaining gratification right now, is this not sufficient? Would you like me to be a little more…intimate?” You press down lightly on his lower stomach, feeling his dick jump again in your hand as you start pumping faster.

“I-it would be, hg- fuck, helpful,” Lucio chokes, hastily trying to kick his pants off his thighs, the need for more mobility clawing up his spine until he's wiggling like a worm trying to get free. 

You sigh, letting go of his dick and letting it fall against his stomach in favor of grabbing the hem of his waistband and sliding them down his legs. They fall to the floor with a soft thump. Lucio lifts his legs up to his chest, trying to make purchase on the edge of the bed rather than dangle off. “Don’t squirm, you’ll only hurt yourself.” You take his dick in your hand again and give another pump, something that makes his legs tremble. “Don’t tell me what to- ohhh,” his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering when you start stroking again, fast and methodical. He shouldn’t be much longer now, not with how he's starting to leak on your gloves. 

His toes curl in his socks, his cool metal hand fumbling to brush up his shirt and thumb over a peachy nipple. You roll your eyes under your mask. You might as well.

You reach up and let your fingers rub over his second nipple, and the rumbly groan of delight that leaves his ragged throat is clue enough that you’ve made the right move. “You’re- you’re fucking creepy-” Lucio keens, weakly rutting his hips up. 

“This mask is for my protec-”

“I know,” he heaves a great big breath with you carefully stroke his dripping slit. “The mask- it-it’s creepy but it's hot and, and-fuck!” 

One well-timed grind of your finger under the head and tug on his nipples has him cumming abruptly, his thin hips giving aborted thrusts as weak loads of cum splatter against his stomach and taper off to drip down your gloved knuckles. Slowly, you taper off your stroking until he's gone soft in your hand. “I hope you feel satisfied. Now,” you give a disguised grimace under your mask at your gloved hand. “I should be taking my leave-!”

Lucio locks his legs around your hips, nudging you up against his as your knees knock against the edge of the bed. He leans upon his golden arm. “S’ not enough,” his heels dig into your tailbone. “Fuck me, fuck me like you mean it.” Your shock limits you enough for him to grab your soiled hand and bring it to his face. “You love your Count, don’t you?” He holds your wrist as he drags his tongue over your palm, licking up his own mess. “I’ll reward you, you can use me like a toy-”

The moment he tries to kiss your palm you yank your hand away with a sucked in breath, your heart hammering in your ears. You should leave, you should put a stop to this and forget that this ever happened.

…But you don’t. You don’t step away. You harden your gaze behind your mask and brace your hands on either side of his ribcage, looming over him. 

“You really think you’re still in charge, don’t you?” Your voice comes steady, and you can almost see the shiver that runs through Lucio’s body. “Do you think this would be a reward for me? As if I didn’t do this because I pitied you?”

“Pity-!“ he guffaws, though quickly shut up the lower you lean into his space. You’re like a predator above him, the soulless beaked mask covering any sense of humanity. And honestly, wasn’t this what he wanted? 

“Hold your tongue, milord, unless you’re using it to confess the truth.” The beak of your mask pokes against his blushed nose, and he scrunches up in reflex. His lips press into a thin line, barely hiding the tremble. “You begged me to touch you like a common whore- you will respect me. And if you truly want me to fuck you, you will beg again.” 

There’s silence for a moment throughout the room. It’s still aside from the labored breaths, the baby rattle of his chest. Then, slowly, you can see his tongue poke into his cheek and confusion gathers in your mind until-

Lucio snorts and spits onto the beak of your mask. “Fuck you.” 

Slowly, his viscous saliva slides down the bridge of your mask's nose, tinted with red specks and blood. You lean up, lips tugging into a scowl. With a quick movement, you swipe the spit off your mask and grab the Count by the face. Lucio winces, red eyes narrowing on you. “You insufferable little brat. You should be lucky I even touched you, not with your wife ignoring you up in this wing. Does she know you flirt with me? Does she know that you’re begging for scraps of attention like a dog? Does she care?” 

Meeting your steely gaze, tinted by the red lenses of your mask, something in Lucio changes. You’re his only hope in any affection, you’re his only chance to be loved again–no matter how cruel it starts. Something in Lucio breaks. 

“Give it to me.” He croaks, his nose hot and eyes wet. “I-I’ll take whatever- just love me, please.” …is what he doesn’t say. Instead, he swallows that pride of his and mutters a bitter ‘please’.

“Louder. I can’t hear you.” You demand, fingers pressing into his cheeks and squishing his face. His lips pucker embarrassingly. “Please.” Lucio repeats, louder and rough. Seemingly satisfied, you let go of his face and pat his cheek like rewarding a dog. “Now was that so hard? Someone should have taught you manners.” You knock his legs off your hips and return to your bag, rummaging for the vaseline you put back too soon. “I ought to put that mouth of yours to work, keep you quiet, but I don’t trust you not to bite.”

Lucio scowls, yet his heart quickens again as you unscrew the jar and scoop out a glob of viscous goop. “Wanna try your luck?” He slurs instead, tapping his teeth together as punctuation.

With your cleaner hand, you knock his legs back together and grab under the knees, pushing them up to his chest. He makes a gurgled sound of surprise, semi hard dick still hanging between the gap of his thighs. “I’d rather pull the stick out of your ass.” You grin a sarcastic grin, not that he can see it anyway. Lucio rolls his eyes, although short lived as they shoot open with the first prod of your fingers. 

“Shit!” He yelps. “Couldn’t have made it warmer?” His toes curl in his socks, clenching up at the feeling of cold lubricant against his skin.

“You’re awfully spoiled, do you know that?” You rub circles over his rim, slowly warming up until he’s stopped clenching up so tightly. He grumbles, though goes quiet when you push the first finger in. You look up quizzically and find his eyes have clenched tightly shut. 

“What is it now?” You ponder, finger sliding in and out, in and out, repetitively until he’s relaxed more and more. “Milord.” You call, crooking your finger up and-

“FUCK!”

The shout takes you off guard, and you almost pull your finger out until you see the tip of his dick wet and sticky with pre. “Oh?” You hum, bringing your finger in position again to rub at the gland inside. Lucio nearly chokes, dick twitching again in front of you. “Oh what a shame, it must have been so long since someone has touched you here, hasn’t it? If you’re giving me a reaction like that.”

“Shu-uuuoh-“ pre is steadily dripping from his slit, much more liquid than before as it pools on his balls and taint. “Ughn- j-just fu-huuuh-“ his eyes roll, heat pooling in every part of his body with each forceful press against his prostate, milking yet another glob of pre from his cock. “Fuck me alreadyyy,” 

You tut, pulling your finger out and slathering more vaseline on. “Just a finger in and you’re already whoring yourself out- oh, my mistake, you already did that already.” You slide two fingers in, watching as Lucio’s rim widens and sucks in your digits. He can’t find himself to come up with a witty reply, too caught up in his own pleasure to comprehend half of what you’re saying.

More and more he loosens, weakly fluttering around your fingers with each pump. Three fingers in, and his pre- or at this point just cum- has dripped down onto your knuckles and coated his back end. “Filthy old man, you’re leaking all over my hand.” 

Lucio guffaws. “Old?!” He babbles out his disdain for the adjective quite nasally.

You push three fingers up firmly against his abused prostate, grab his balls in your other fist, and squeeze.

“FU-HUUH-“ 

It’s almost as if the cum has been squeezed out of him, forceful sprays of the liquid splattering across your beaked mask. You flinch at the splatter, yet give his balls one more firm squish and twist before letting the flesh go, watching his dick fall limp between his thighs. 

“Do you still want me to fuck you, Milord? Are you still craving my touch?” You slide your fingers out of his ass with a wet squelch, wiping your gloved hand in his thigh. 

Lucio stares at the ceiling for a moment, vision spinning and chest heaving. He’s sore already in the groin, yet he wants more. You’ve given him a taste and now he’s starving; you’ve shown him your cruelty tonight, and he can only imagine how else you’ll beat him down. “Yes-“ he swallows, leaning up on his elbows to get a good look at you. 

He nearly falls back again at the sight. That horrific mask that he hates so much, splattered with his own semen. It fills him with an odd feeling, one of both arousal and discomfort. That mask plagued him- literally, and now seeing it tainted, seeing it in a new light, it makes his chest tighten and privates throb. He…likes this mask, when it’s on you. And that thought both scares and excites him at the same time. 

“You’ve gotten me messy,” you rise, meeting him face to mask and caging him in. “And you’re going to clean it. Go on, lick it clean like the mutt you are.” 

Lucio grimaces, staring at his own reflection in the big red glass eyes of your mask. And then, somewhat to your own surprise, he sticks his tongue out and timidly laps at the end of your beak. You lean down a little further, the tip of the leather beak pressing against his lips. 

The sickly blonde turns his head to the side of your mask, licking a stripe against the cool leather, cleaning his own semen from the material. He groans, sloppily licking the rest of the sticky mess off your mask with enthusiasm unfit for his previous behavior. You can only suppose it’s his not so secret desire to be humiliated.

His eyes have glazed over a bit, his licking leading back to the beak of your mask, his lips parting further like he wants to try and take it in his mouth. You chuckle and give his cheek a rough pat. “You’re that eager to have your mouth filled, huh?” 

Lucio straightens up in a sense, embarrassment crossing his face. “I- Shut up!” 

A type of wolfish grin stretches your lips and you stand straight, re-spreading his legs and unbuckling your belt. The count licks his lips. “Fucking finally,” 

“Don’t get so cocky, milord, with how desperate you’re acting it might be too much.” You unbutton the front of your trousers and pull your cock through the hole, heavy and aching in your gloved hand. “Don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle.” He seethes, yet angels his hips for you as you press the head of your cock against his stretched rim. You push into him without any further warning, easing into his lube-soaked hole with a low groan. 

Lucio’s jaw falls slack, a strangled and aborted sound coming from the back of his throat. 

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you needed, milord?” You punctuate with a quick snap of your hips, forcing the rest of your dick into him. He gurgles, hands coming up to his mouth as a heavy coughing fit tears through his chest.

“Yes,” he croaks when the coughing subsides, the convulsion making him clench tightly around you. “Fuck, I needed it, so bad,” 

You brace your hand against his skinny stomach, slowly pulling out and pushing back in at your own pace. Lucio groans in protest, complaining about the speed and making half-thought jabs. “All, all that talk,” he laughs breathlessly, though his eyelids flutter and he chokes on a whine when you bottom back out. “Can’t e-even fu-“

You roll your eyes, pull out, and snap your hips back in.

“Fuck!” His own cry punctuates your thrust, his head knocking back against the bed. 

You build a quicker pace, fucking into him roughly and without care. Right now, he’s your plaything. 

The rhythmic slapping grows louder and louder, blended with pitiful moans and cries, vulgar and desperate. Lucio’s face screws into one of brutal pleasure, his teeth grit and eyes screwed shut; all framed with the brightest cherry blush, only partly from his sickly hue. 

You tear your gaze from his face, trailing down his frail chest and stomach and-

“…you’re not hard.” 

You slow and grab his limp cock in your hand, roughly pumping it. “You’re all limp, Milord.” 

His eyes shoot open, something like fear and humiliation flashing in his red eyes. “D-don’t,”

“Don’t what?” You dig your thumb into his slit. His dick gives a twitch but ultimately remains soft and useless. “It’s not my fault your dick is broken.” 

Lucio snarls, though it holds no true malice. You slide your hands under his knees and push them up by his chest, picking up the pace again. His head rolls, hand reaching out to paw at your chest, fingers hooking on your light colored uniform. His flaccid dick slaps against his belly with each push of your hips, and the forceful press jolts him up against the bed almost violently.

“You truly are useless,” you spit, hips slapping against his, heart hammering in your chest. Lucio gasps and heaves, his sickly pale skin flushed red and sweaty. His sunken eyes are tear-filled, dampening his lashes and sliding over his cheekbones. “All you’re good for is warming my cock.” 

To your surprise, Lucio hiccups and nods, weakly holding onto the bunched fabric of your shirt. In that moment, you realize just how weak Lucio is; how frail his body is, and how easy it would be to break him. 

“You stopped,” he croaks, weakly punching your chest. “Duh-don’t be such a pussy,”

Ah. Maybe he doesn’t need too much tenderness after all. 

You forgo your hold under his knees to grab his thin hips instead, squeezing tight enough to leave a violet bruise in your wake. “I thought maybe I should have granted you a little softness—but it seems that was wrong of me.” Your hips snap forward almost brutally, and the leverage that your grip on his hips gives you is similar to fucking him as if he was but a toy. You watch his eyes roll, jaw falling slack as a moan not unlike a strangled bird tears from his raw throat. “What, hah, would everyone think,” you begin, curling your fingers into the skin of his hips and belly, thumbs hooking into his hip bones. Lucio hisses at the ache. 

“Knowing if you were fucked by a common person, a nobody, according to you.” He clenches at the thought, forming a vice around your throbbing cock. Hot pleasure seethes through your veins, and it seems if anything, The Count truly is just good for a fuck. 

With each taunt, each rough thrust, your fingers press deeper into his skin, until you can feel a faint and lingering heartbeat under your fingertips. Your hands slide over his stomach, and a high-pitched cry tears from his throat, the look of pure shock laid across his face. Confusion gathers in you until you look down and see that limp, useless cock of his leaking hot piss over his taut stomach. It only hits you then that you had dug your fingers right into his bladder, practically squeezing it out of him–but he doesn't need to know that. 

You guffaw instead, watching the last spurts of his yellow steam taper off and drip down the side of his stomach, pooling under him. 

“Oh my gods- I had never taken you for a bedwetter, milord.” Lucio flinches at the humiliation…and yet his legs curl around your hips, limp dick still slapping against his now wet belly. 

“Should I inform the other doctors and tell them that their count is incontinent? That their count is no better than a bedwetting child?” 

“M’not a- uhng, hn!”

You strike his prostate and a small glob of fluid leaks from his piss wet dick. “Oh?” You cock your head to the side in thought. “Was that supposed to be you trying to cum?” Lucio’s face is a steady red, his teeth grit and brows furrowed. Your balls slap against his ass, the coiling knot in your stomach gathering tighter. Lucio babbles something about how you shouldn't talk about him like that, that he could make you pay–all the while moaning like a cheap whore. 

And at some point, the tightness in your gut grows too tight, too intense. You knock his legs off your hips, pulling out to Lucio’s disgruntlement–and finishing on his stomach. Your cum splatters against the sticky urine already coating his stomach, almost mixing together in a disgusting concoction of a night of bad decisions. 

“Asshole,” Lucio gasps, head falling back against the bed. “Shoulda’ came inside,” he bemoans. You roll your eyes, dragging your gloved fingers through the puddle of cum and piss on his stomach. “Oh, shut up.” You shove your messy fingers in his mouth unceremoniously. Lucio looks at you almost pitifully, but slurps up the fluids off your fingers almost too eagerly. You pull your fingers out of his mouth, and to your surprise, he keeps his mouth open in wait. With a shrug of your shoulders, you keep feeding him until the mess on his stomach is almost completely gone and his eyes are starting to droop with exhaustion. 

You pull away, stepping into your own space to tuck yourself back in your pants before grabbing a spare cloth from your bag and wiping the rest of the sticky mess from his stomach. Lucio leans up on his elbows, watching you almost cautiously, like he hadn't expected this. “I…I hope this satisfied you like you had wanted.” You find yourself murmuring, wiping the lube and sweat from his thighs and ass before putting his underwear and pants back on him. “It did.” He grins lopsidedly, breathing out a comforting sigh as you help him sit up.

“We should do it again next time, how bout’ that?”

You pull the damp sheets off his bed, taking care to slide them out easily from under him. “I don’t quite know about that.”

Lucio pouts, crossing his arms. “I’ll see you again at least, right?” He grumpily lifts his arms as you pull his shirt back over his head. 

“Of course, this is my job.” You pack your bag again and pause, reaching out to push Lucio’s hair back. He leans into it near desperately, choking down a whimper when you pull your hand away. “I’ll send someone to get you fresh linens and garments.” 

“Do you…” he trails off as you approach the large door. “Do you like me?”

The question takes you off guard, and the look on his face is heartwrenching. You open your mouth and then stop. This is the man who sentenced those down on their luck to the bloody arena. This is the man who partied while his people died of the plague. Do you like him?

“...Goodnight, milord.”

The door closes behind you with a soft thump, and Lucio is left alone again. 

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the arcana boys with an MC that has a daddy kink, please? 👀

(A/n: I didn't include Valdemar or Vulgora because they are completely genderfluid/genderless characters.. Asra is an exception because they go by both "he" and "they" whereas the others only use "they")

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Warnings: Daddy kink

Age Rating: 16+, referenced/implied sex

The Main 6 Boys + Valerius and Vlastomil x GN! Reader with a Daddy Kink

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Asra

Honestly, is probably a bit squeamish about you calling him daddy

When you woke up, he basically had to teach you how be be a human again

Almost like you would when raising a child

That being said, if you truly wanted to call them that, they'll let you, but he just finds it a bit strange considering the circumstances

Julian

Cocky af about it

We all know Julian is the subbyist of all subs, but that won't stop him from teasing you when you ask if you can call him daddy

When it comes time to actually get frisky though? All his bravado vanishes and he becomes a fumbling mess

Good luck

Muriel

Flustered boy doesn't know how to react

When you'd first called him that, he completely froze

Muriel.exe has stopped working

He can't really tell if he likes it or not, after all your basically the first person to give him a loving touch

If you like it, though, he'll make no complaints

Lucio

Cocky 2.0

As soon as the words left your mouth, he had a shit eating grin on his face

He would tease the hell out of you

Asking you to call him daddy in the most inappropriate times

(but when you actually do, he backs off.. he can't handle someone actually returning his energy like that..)

Valerius

Probably didn't even hear you to be honest..

By that I mean he completely ignored it

Unless you're a glass of wine, I don't see him as someone who would like a relationship

You're just a hookup for him to blow off some steam so he's not really paying any mind to what you're saying; as long as he gets off he's good

Vlastomil

Creepy

That all I can really say

When you uttered the word, he immediately got a creepy smile on his face.. though that might just be his face in general..

Either way, you regretting saying it..

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Good boy (Lucio smut)

warnings: porn without plot, implied afab reader but there’s not much of it, mommy kink, degradation, praise, dom/sub dynamics, dom reader, sub lucio my religion, pegging, established relationship, begging

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He looks absolutely gorgeous like this. Sprawled on the bed on his stomach, with his back arched in a perfect curve, face buried deep in the cushions in an attempt to hide his moans. You wonder what the people of Vesuvia would think if they saw their beloved count like this, whining and panting while your plastic cock rams into his inside. God, he’s so cute.

“You’re so pretty, taking me like this… oh, look at you. You really are just good for this, aren’t you? You’re enjoying yourself so much, too.” Lucio doesn’t reply, the degrading words only turn him on more, his golden hand nearly ripping the sheets with how tightly he’s clinging to them. Your hand moves to his hair, grabbing it and tugging with force, earning a high pitched moan from his lips.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, love. I thought you were going to be a good boy for me today, weren’t you?” Without any warning, you pull away, leaving him right before his climax. When he’s ripped out of his moment of bliss, all he can do is whine at you, his chest heaving. You love seeing him like this, a sweaty, shaking mess, with an irritated expression. “What are you doing?? Keep going- Why did you-“

His complaints are interrupted when you grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “I told you to be good. If you don’t behave, I’m not doing anything.” He doesn’t bother trying to save his dignity, he needs you and he needs you now. “Please- please keep going, Mommy, please- I’ll be good, please…” It’s tempting to keep him like this for a bit longer, on his knees on the bed with precum dripping from him, but he’d look even better like before. Plus, he’s asking nicely, isn’t he?

“Who do you belong to?” You ask, trailing your fingers down his jaw, to his chin. A single index finger lifts his chin up, and he looks up at you, the agitation obvious in his eyes. “You, Mommy… I’m only yours- now please please…” You choose to take pity on him and get up, staring down at him for a few moments. He looks at you in expectation, doing his best to be patient, although he’s already begun to squeeze his thighs together with agitation.

“Get up.” He doesn’t question the order, though it does take him a bit my surprise when you bend him over the desk. “S/O-“ You don’t give Lucio time to ask any questions, you just run the toy right back in, making his knees weak. “Did you say anything, baby?” Your husband shakes his head, trying to press himself closer to you. Once you pick up speed again, he’s back to moaning your title very loudly, as if it’s the only word he knows how to say now.

“Mommy- Mommy, ah- I’m close, Hm-“ He knows you’ll stop if he falls over, and it’s adorably pathetic, watching him cling to the desk while his entire lower body is trembling. You press a kiss to his neck, whispering to his ear. “You can come, good boy.” Almost on command, he finishes, leaning his head back and letting out heavy breaths.

Having reached his limit, the moment you pull out his knees give in and he falls over, although you catch him on time, his sweat covered forehead pressed to your chest. “You did so good, darling… Let’s get you cleaned up.” All he can muster is a little hum as yes, still very much out of it. He’s been a good boy.

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