#lucio nsft

[pomefiore-visitor]

mtf moira/ftm lucio breeding cw for breeding (of course) dacryphilia, overstim and slight lactation kink

i do not consent to minor interaction, minors dni

longest fic i’ve written to date!! I also know they’re more of a rare pair but i LOOOVEEE them. I’ve been fiddling with this for ages and while i’m still not entirely happy with it I need to show the world them always <333. Posted to ao3 here !!

Everything about them was so different from Lucio’s partners back at home. Hookups in the humid April nights of Rio were too casual for his liking. The conservative environment he faced frequently was all too familiar to him. And he was happy to oblige, so much so that he near convinced himself he didn’t ache for something more. Not a single soul would expect a hedonistic streak out of the DJ. 

But Moira was far off from the occasional fling, she knew him and knew what he wanted. She read him like a tome. And no matter how subtle Lucio thought he was being, Moira spotted it with expert precision. At first there was simply something Moira wanted to pick apart, she wanted to dissect his every want and need. Blooming into a near obsession to reverse engineer Lucio’s eros. 

It’s what led her to indulge his desires, giving ear to every fantasy that he spun. Lucio reveled in that, naturally. The feeling of being listened to, humoring him in a way that only she did. Lucio was not a demanding lover, not by any sense of the word. He happily fit any role that was asked of him, happy to bring any partner as much pleasure as he possibly could. But there was something different with Moira. A routine that they both found themselves enjoying time and time again.

He sought out his needs in the privacy of her cruel intimacy. There was something inherently off about his partnership with Moira. She was sterile, like there was a chemical bite in her afterglow. That feeling of asepsis served to heighten his arousal, and he found himself with buckled knees and slick dripping down his thighs with every word from her barbed tongue. 

And its moments like this — moments where Moira held Lucio down by his throat, opting into fucking him silly, he was more than happy to lay and take. Happy to be a warm hole for her. 

“You know…” Moira mused, easing the head of her cock out of Lucio with a slick pop. “You do look quite good like this.”

Lucio whined sweetly in response, so far gone in the rhythm he found to her shallow thrusts. The hypnotizing way her dick disappeared and reappeared into his slick cunt made him paw and scrabble at her, needy and wanting. He chirruped, bucking his hips upwards in a seedy tempo matching her own. 

“Puh- merda– Please. Please ma’am” He whines “I need you so so bad and I–” He sobs and hiccups once, overstimulated from his angry erect clit brushing against the cradle of Moira’s bony hips and the cock fucking in and out of him at a sadistic pace. 

Moira always watches him with a scientific eye, intentional with every roll and squeeze into him. And in this, infers his pleas as a green light for harsh, cruel, thrusts — holding Lucio’s waist in her hands for stability.

“So pretty when you cry, little one. '' She purrs over his babbles, pressing the palm of her hand against the base of his stomach. This forces the spongey center of his cunt closer to the impact of her cockhead, making him whine deeper in his throat. She took all of him in at this moment, admiring the way his small chest bounces with every thrust into his slick pussy. Expert hand moves to roll a dark nipple in between her fingers, cradling the soft bit of tissue at the base of his breast. She squeezes.

Barely coherent, it takes Moira a moment to truly figure out what Lucio is saying. He struggles with his words, skipping like a scratched record as the sound catches in his voice box. “Breed me ma’am” He squeals out in his desperate whines, broken and wanting. “Want it suh-so so bad. Want to be bred like a bitch in heat.” Lucio’s lungs hitch with full sobs.

“Oh?” She purrs at him with a smile. The cries fill her chest with a sort of pride, bubbling to the surface with every mean roll of her hips into his aching cunt. As gentle as a lover she had the capacity to be, she was sadistic and calculated to her core. And at this moment, the barbed venom was all Lucio needed. The notion of breeding him, even when lost in a chorus of pleas, sends a ripple of excitement through her. In one smooth calculated motion Moira’s palms slide up behind the back of his thighs and pin them to the sides of his skull. She traps him in the press, eager to stuff him full. 

It takes little for Moira’s cock to kiss his cervix, being so deep inside him. Lucio flutters around her, his cunt squeezing down like a vice. “What a precious breeding bitch you are, taking me in so well” Moira purrs as she works him open. “How well will you take my seed, I wonder.” Her well manicured hand slides over his taut stomach. “I look forward to watching you grow fat with pups..” She pinches and rolls his nipples between her fingers as her hips stutter, the torturous act of mating him spurring her on. 

The stimulation was enough to make Lucio cry -- and cry he did. Arching his back and choking on his own squeals. He bucks his hips once against Moira in a silent plea, begging and chasing his finish. 

“You are not to come without my express permission, a pheata.” She states firmly, the heel of her palm pushing his lower abdomen down onto her dick again. She thrusts once, then twice, then a third time. And as Lucio’s short fingernails dig into the lean muscle in her shoulder blades, she’s coming. Finishing deep inside him and topping up the pinprick opening of his cervix till it spills over onto the sheets below. 

“You will take everything I have to give you, and then you will finish.” Moira states matter-of-factly, leaving no room for argument (although there would be little arguing coming from Lucio, anyways). And he’s nodding and babbling and sobbing in agreement. 

“Feel so full.” He bawls, feeling Moira’s cock pulse in his stomach. She leans over him, not moving her hips but sliding her palms up his stomach to pull on his nipples with an expert hand.

“Can you imagine how much more full you’ll feel soon, pet? Leaking ichor and stuffed to the brim with life?” She coos at him, her fingers squeezing the base of his areola to attempt to simulate the feeling of getting milked, other hand rubs comforting circles into his belly. Lucio whines, loud and high-pitched in the back of his throat and his pussy soaks through at the thought. He takes a gasping breath as he looks down at her ministrations, so gentle but so cruel.

Moira hums and looks down at him, giving a little experimental thrust. “Do you need me to help you finish taking my seed, little pollywog?”

And he’s squealing, his body involuntarily bucking up to meet her hips. “Yes ma’am. Want to come so bad, I-” He hiccups, looking down where their bodies join. “Want you. Need you-”. 

Her hand moves to palm at the junction of her cock and his cunt. “Then take it.” She says with a roll of her hips, fucking spurred on with the want and need to see him unravel further. “That’s a good boy, come now.” And with her permission -- Lucio is screaming. Begging at the air for everything and nothing and all things in between. His hips lifting and twitching in the air as violent orgasm rips through his stomach. 

Before long he’s flopping sweaty and panting onto the mattress beneath. With a slick pop Moira is following him, cock slipping out of his cunt easily. They lay there, breathing heavily and catching individual breaths. Eventually Lucio turns and curls into the older woman. 

“Mmph.. Thank you, bem” he says, voice small. “Needed that.”

Moira hums and starts tracing circles into the soft skin of his stomach. She peppers kisses against his earlobe and observes his softened features with a kind gaze. “Of course, cub. You did such a good job, you always do” She praises softly. “Do you feel alright?” 

Lucio’s humming, a soft noise in the base of his vocal cords. “Feel good” he croaks. “Floaty... sleepy”. He cuddles into her further and shifts where he lies. “Could fuck up a bath right about now” He chuckles, mostly to himself until Moira is scooping him in deceptively strong arms. She cradles him, kissing his face. “Bath it is, then. I’m not letting you go to bed without one.” And as Lucio slips into her, she tuts, but brings him to her bath all the same.

[oleanderpigeon]

A style test I did of lucio!

[616witch]

she enjoys the fight, i can tell. her smile gives her away.

[consul-valerius]

To Fuck Around is Human; To Find Out is Divine (1/4)

It just wasn’t fair ; it wasn’t fair that Sam always got what he wanted, and Valerius always ended up like this . And it wasn’t fair that he loved ending up like this—it just made Sam cheekier, more boastful. […]“Pretty soon you’re going to be thanking me, boy,” Sam whispered in a low growl. These next words were for Valerius and only Valerius. The attention alone had him on cloud nine—how pathetic . “You can cry and pout all you want—you and I both know how this story ends: with you begging daddy for more .”

Valerius attempts to dominate The Duke of Pearl Isles, which goes just as well as was expected. But with his spouse's help, can he for once turn the tables on him? Or will all three fall back into their usual roles?

Rating: 18+ minors DNI or I’m gonna eat your homework

WC: 5728 (im sorry…… my brain exploded)

Characters and relationships: Valerius, Sam, Lucio, brief DonDon, and two nameless OCs; primary Valerius/Sam but background Sam/Lucio and Valucio (and obvious ValDonna)

Content warnings: established Dom/Sub dynamics; non-consensual/dubiously-consensual spankings (did I just make up a word lol); punishments; light bondage; humiliation & degradation; daddy dom, Valerius’s canon foot fetish

A/N: its whack a doodle time. It is whack a doodle. Time. LOL I got my dick back in force and now I’m going to just dedicate time to doing self indulgent smut of these three LMFAO I can’t say there’s NO plot, but this is just a silly little blip in time for them that is vaguely post-game/whatever AU the tales take place in :’)

Preview undercut—full fic linked in the title✨

“Enlighten me, consul,” Sam was practically growling now, teasing a strand of Valerius’s bangs between two gloved fingers. “Seeing as you are suddenly the expert on discipline , what’s the proper way to teach a man like me some manners?”

Sam was clearly baiting him; everyone knew it, most of all Valerius. But he was giving him an out too: if he apologized, tail between his legs, Sam would let it all go. If it was really pretty, maybe he would even invite Valerius onto his lap next—he would have Valerius do something extra special to apologize.

On his lap next to Lucio—Lucio, whose eyes were glued to every move Valerius made, those eyes moving quickly to capture every breath, every small shudder. Valerius sucked in air through his nose, bracing himself to apologize. He wasn’t sure why he had looked to Lucio—normally he could turn to Donna for some visual reassurance.

Instead, Lucio quirked his brow at him, a wicked smile on his face as he tilted his chin up at Valerius.

You don’t have the balls.

“Well, obviously a spanking would be in order.”

Valerius tried not to jump at the ruckus he had caused. The two women tried to stifle their chuckles; Lucio chose to laugh and giggle openly, even so much as to kick his legs too. Sam’s eyes snapped to him for a moment before zeroing in on Valerius. Before Valerius could take the words back, Sam was laughing next, loud and hysterical.

“And just who would be able to do that to me, hm?”

This was bad. This was bad, and Valerius needed to stop.

“Oh, I can name quite a few I’ve seen firsthand tanning your hide—”

Sam was going to kill him. He was digging his own grave.

“My spouse, of course, being one of them.”

But how could he stop when Lucio looked so thrilled? Looked so impressed by him , not Sam, not even Nadia.

Sam’s eyes widened; it only made his forced smile all the scarier.

“Ah, I see ,” Sam chuckled, his voice too sweet. “Gonna run and tell on me like you always do? Gonna go tell mommy that daddy’s being a big ol’ meanie?”

Valerius felt his stomach drop, his face instantly igniting. Damn him . Damn him for saying that in front of those women—they would get the wrong idea, that he was really into all of that. Really, it was for Donna. And for Sam. And it made him happy to make them happy, it wasn’t that he was into it—

“Does it look like I’m running ? Are your eyes just as bad as your decorum?”

Sam sucked in a breath, practically hissing as he tilted his head down at Valerius. Valerius swallowed, his eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh? You gonna do it then, Valerius?” Sam took another step forward. Valerius took a step back. “You gonna put me in my place?”

Valerius felt like his brain was turning off, that he could will his soul from his body at this very moment. Lucio’s small giggle broke him out of his stupor.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“And you simply just never felt the urge? With how ill-mannered and barbaric I am, you’ve just always so happened to let me throw you over my knee?”

“I said if I wanted to—”

“Seems like you wana now.”

“Well, perhaps I do “wan-ah” —!”

“ Perfect!I”

[bottomvalerius]

was actually thinking of the Sam shenanigans that would ensue if Donna was disguised as Lucio and he didn’t immediately notice (Sam CAN pick up on their magical girl aura though so it wouldn’t take long—plus he’s a weirdo and knows their scent too LMAOO) because despite him being both of their doms, their dynamics are not that similar tbh LMAO

With Lucio, Sam is sickly sweet and patronizing and doting. Lucio’s his precious little silly goose who’s too dumb and little and silly to make his own choices, and sometimes daddy just really needs to hammer in his lessons because he loves him so much and what an awful daddy he would be if he didn’t teach him a lesson 🥺🥺

With Donna, they’re both brawling, they’re kicking and screaming, he’s mean about it and mean about how much they’re loving him being mean to them lmao Donna more so weaponizes calling Sam daddy to fuck around and find out LMAO so it would short circuit their brain if they were just thrown into that dynamic and not 2 impact scenes in and bound and gagged lmfao

[epoch-smog]

Thank you @arsenicxarcana for earlier discussion. As it is my nature, I made a shitpost

[nabesthetics]

tbh they’re not cringefail enough for something like this, even these stats get better over time :”B

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[cicero-the-assassin]

A + L !

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Generally answered here! But since it's you, I'll elaborate for Modern Vampire Lucio instead! :)

((Lucio is very sweet and cuddly most typically. He will likely do whatever it is that it seems like you need doing. He'll still run you a bath if you need. But it's more likely he will want to hold you close and rub your back. (Light scratches too)

He's always super happy to just lay and be lazy after such strenuous activity! (For you) Honestly he loves drinking in his partner after. Watching their breathing eventually slow and the sweat glistening on their skin. He will lay his head on their hearts and listen for the beat, something he does not possess.

Eventually though, he will let you go to clean up and use the bathroom when needed. He will likely follow and join you just to share in the intimacy of the little things like brushing your teeth and showering.))

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Generally answered here! I'll do the same thing as above here for you!

((Anywhere he can get his hands on you! He's partial to the backseat of his car and his own bed. It's got silky sheets and is always so pristine and clean since he hardly sleeps on it.

His coffin is a no go cause closing the lid is impossible! It can get cramped!))

[saucy-mew]

am I going to be shameful and post arcana omo

maybe

[dreadgloom]

😲

send me a 😲 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating or a 😰 for mine to walk in on yours . . . accepting . . . @cicero-the-assassin

Sitting up against assorted pillows and on top of soft blankets, Dionisia plunged her fingers into her soaked core. The movement of her hand didn’t even falter as Lucio entered her tent. A vein ticked in his jaw as she watched him strain to hold himself back. She had not given him permission to enter or to touch yet. To a noble drow of the Underdark, such things could be seen as an offense worthy of death even with their current . . . situationship. It was lucky for him that the ranger had adopted some surface ideals over the decades living in the Gate. ❝ M’ranndii . . . come and give me what I need. I want what you promised, ❞ she said softly. Her words dripped with sweet poison. The use of the drowic word for ‘mate’ fully intentional in this moment. Dionisia sought to claim him and his pledge of the propagation of her line this night.

A devilish smirk on her lips as he all but fell upon her desperately pulling his salvaged tunic over his head and then at the laces that held his pants closed. Once freed, she gasped in delight as her wrist was pinned above her head and he slid deep inside with one fluid motion. She locked her legs around his waist and scratched the nails of her free hand down his chest. They both gasped soft as he set the bruising, hard pace. It was hard to tell what drove Lucio in that moment; the fact she had laid a clear claim to him or her acceptance of those filthy promises he wished in her ear. ❝ M’ranndii . . . don’t hold back. Give me everything, ❞ she encouraged just before he sunk his teeth into her shoulder causing her to moan.

It didn’t take long before both of them were panting due to the intense pace. Lucio moved to dig his nails into her hips, his teeth still in her shoulder like some wild beast. When he came hard with a growl, she held his trembling body close to her own whispering her approval and comforting words in his ear using their native tongue. It was both pathetic and adorable how he continued to rut against her trying to force his spend in deeper even as his cock soften. With a kiss, she silenced his mumbling praises and thanksgiving to Lolth. There was only room for one deity in his bed . . . and Dionisia intended for it to be her.

[the-iron-orchid]

nsfw 7, 9 and 14 for Julian and Jinana if you'd like~

[ Shipping HCs ]

Well, this is immediately going under a cut for being v nsft lmaoooooo

🔞🍋 you know the drill

7. Genital headcanons?

Welp, given that I show Julian's erect dongus more or less constantly around here, I think we all know that I hc that he's got classic Long Man Syndrome: no ass, it's all up front. By my calculations, that thing is at least 8 inches long, and probably a bit more. 😅

LBR, there is just no way that he's ever gonna fit that whole thing into the Vajinana (s/he'll happily give out the backdoor action, but is really not into receiving it). A good 3 inches or so just never makes it to the party... but there's generally so much else going on at the time that he really doesn't mind lmao

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

For Julian: lbr, just about anything lmao, the man is H O R N Y. But of course, grabbing his hair, biting him, and/or issuing a sexy command will get him rock-hard practically instantly. 😂 His turn-offs are few, mostly people who really are too sick to be boning down (LUCIO) and anyone bringing up his sister in a sexy context.

For Jinana: Quick turn-ons include aggressive sub/bottom signalling, restraining people it's really not hard to see how Julian bagged this person lmao. Immediate turn-offs are uncleanliness and mommy kink (s/he legit finds it dysphoria-inducing).

14. Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?

Lights on and heavy eye contact all the way. Julian is very visually-oriented, and Jinana a) completely lacks body shame, and b) likes to be able to see what s/he's doing... or what s/he's making someone else do for hir.

[ilyas-destroyer]

CW: 🍋, bondage, spicy self touching, dom/sub, Lucio is a brat

No one asked for this but here it is anyways

Okay so fair warning I don't usually publish my writing I'm notoriously shy about it but I figured I'd give it a try here and see how it goes! I have been writing for my P&P groups so it can't be too hard right? Anyways here's the goods. They're kinda long circa. 4k words. Have fun!

So Good

You practically purr at the sight before you. The former count of Vesuvia wearing nothing but his underclothes, stretched needily out before you, his hands bound together and resting above his head as he grins, unabashedly pleased with the expression on your face. You pray the keep made the walls of his Inn more soundproof than they seemed because- gods know how Lucio can not keep quiet, nor would you want him to.

A groan creeps into your thoat causing your words to come out deep and husky.

"You're being so good Luci", you coo as you brush your fingers gently up his prone form. Goosebumps pickle beneath your touch and he shivers under you, face flushed, his façade of control already starting to crumble.

"Now, now baaaaby-", he huffs nervously, his face slowly growing redder the longer your hands caress him, "-there's no reason to be mean, I'm being good aren't I?"

You smirk, an airy cruel laugh escaping you, "Did I say you could speak?", you scold, your cold fingers brushing against the stiff peeks of his chest.

He shudders, his eyes widen, dark, nervous and full of greed, snaps his mouth into a sneer as he shakes his head furiously from side to side. And to your amusement you watch as his cock begins to strain fully against what's left of his clothes. He's squirming now against his bindings, teeth pressed firmly onto his bottom lip, soft whimpering escaping him. He's putting on a show and loving the attention.

You pull away from him, deciding instead to expose your lower body to him, your Sex clearly visible for him to see. He stares dumb struck, his tounge darting to his lips, craving the taste of you as your hands get to work traveling to all the parts of you he yearns to touch.

You moan and whine as you stroke yourself, your face growing hot as you watch his distress.

"No fair!", he rages and whines, "No fair, no fair, no fa-"

He's cut off, his voice muffled by your taste in his mouth. The sweet heat of you finally against him, he gazes adoringly up at you from between your legs, as he tries desperately to please you. You grind and push into him, barely allowing him the time to gasp for air. You hands curl into the soft golden locks atop his head as you hold his gaze, rocking, fucking and shaking your way to your peek. Suddenly you stop, drawing an exasperated groan from the mercenary as you pull away to observe your work.

Little Monty is heavy lidded and breathless, slight tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes and yet, he still manages a sly, cocky grin. His mouth is sloppy, lips glistening with drool and sex. You stare in awe, your inner sex aching to take him inside of you, your outer throbbing from the lack of his touch.

Eyes taking you in hungrily, his grin widens, "I did that to you", he growls, his voice thick with condescending satisfaction.

In a flash you're on top of him, straddling him where you had hastily ripped away the last of the cloth separating his cock from your touch. You take a moment to prepare before lining him up to your opening, feeling the smooth slide of precum from him as you slowly and purposefully bare down on him. Concentration etched into your face, it takes all of your self control to not just fuck him stupid right here and now. When you're finally fully seated you chance a look up at your prey.

Lucio is lost, his body shaking, back arched beautifully, mouth open wide in shock. His breath escapes him in sharp, quick gasps. You might have teased him too much, you muse, he won't last long like this.

Finally your own mischievous grin coils on your lips as you mercilessly begin to pound against him. He's shouting now, incoherently babbling, his hands above his head grasping desperately at the sheets, your name leaking from his lips in wet whines and shouts.

Hot pressure pulses through your body as you reach your limit. You feel his entirety as you pulse around his arousal, shaking, yet still unrelenting you push him over the edge next. He's cumming, radiating delicious sounds of release as you pull every last drop from him.

Panting above him the two of you come down. Grabbing a dagger from the nearby nightstand you cut his bindings before falling limply beside him, his spend now trickling down your thighs. Reaching up weakly you take his bruised wrists and kiss them gently.

"So good", you mumble as he turns to wrap his arms around you, his chin finding space in the crook of your neck.

"So good", he Echos, planting a kiss on the skin of your collarbone as the two of you drift into a fucked out haze of sleep.

[mintchocolateships]

so. lucio has a choking kink.

[bottomvalerius]

Donna “I need to smoke a fat bowl and rub one out until I can’t speak or think before I can solve this problem” 🤝 Valerius “I need to down this bottle of wine and shove the nearest flared object inside of me and black out with it inside”

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Lucio is a canon sub

💪🏾👦🏾🤳🏾

👔

🦵🏾 🦵🏾

This is terrifying to look at. N e ways I don’t think that’s canon 😂 and I think he’s a switch 🤪

[epoch-smog]

do you think lucio had portraits of him drawn nude but his divk super huge?

Like what part of art history are we in? The "small peepee big brain" era or "CERTIFIED FREAK 50 DAYS A WEEK. MASSIVE LOG, HUGE COCK!! FREAK!!" era?

I need to know so when I draw shit out I know what to put in the background

And for extra stuff and details etc.