#sub lucio

[c-nstellati-ns]

Softly overstimulating Lúcio I BEGGG I need that man WHIMPERING

mmm yes

lucio's always been on the more sensitive side, whether that be emotionally or physically-- it was very apparent when you touched him so tenderly.

the soft noises that spilled from his bitten and bruised lips were addicting as you slowly fingered him open, curling your digits in such a way that had the poor boy's legs shaking and back arching.

lucio's already cum twice now, but you shush him softly and lean in to press a soft kiss to his temple. "one more, sweet thing..." you mutter against his skin before sucking another hickey onto his dark skin. he lets out a whine, making you look up at him. he looked beautiful. his thick lashes clumped up with tears as he pouts at you,,, it was clear he wanted some reassurance, and who were you to deny your baby?

you leaned close into him, brushing your lips over his cheek as your fingers continued to work him into another orgasm, praising him for all his work. "my good boy... working so hard these past couple months, I'm so proud of you." you hear him hiccup against your ear, his legs weakly tightening around your hips but almost immediately falling open once again as you curl your fingers right into lucio's sweet spot. he lets out a broken sob and there's fat globs of salty tears running down his face, which you kiss away. his cock throbs between your stomachs and its not long before his arousal spills all over the two of you.

you kiss him relentlessly, praising him for being so good for you. he preens underneath your touch and affection, a well needed break from all the stresses of his tours. you'll pamper him the whole night if it comes down to it. lucio deserved it, after all.

[yourftmfriend]

YO SO I DON'T KNOW IF YOU WRITE FOR LUCIO BUT EHH HERE: poor english warning 😿

imagine him just being a bitch, like a sub top (¿) or power bottom riding you while he teases you, laughing and trying to show him how 'dominant' he is, but when you start moving your hips at the same time he slowly loses it and ends moaning and hugging your neck while you destroy his goat ass roughly.

like damn that was hotter in my head. 🧍‍♂️

m gonna be the 🧍‍♂️anon tho

Sorry its a bit late darling I forgot about this <3

You know Lucio he’s always trying to show that he’s the better one and that he can always do better

This time he tried being the dominant one

Sure every time you had sex you were the one fucking his brains out

But he was sure

This time he is going to be the one dominating you

He was so sure that he’d be the dominant one

He started riding your cock slowly while letting out cute little whimpers

“Thought you were the haah dominant one huh?

Not going to lie he was very sexy trying to be on the top

“You’re so cute love~”

“H-Huh?-”

He blushed at the nickname covering his mouth

You took advantage of this, gripped his hips and slammed into him

He hugged your neck at your sudden action

“W-What a-AHHH~”

You started pounding into him, making him moan even harder

“C-CUMMIN~”

You gripped the base of his cock hard, not letting him cum

“Ha??? What…? Why are you…? NononononONONONO!! PLEASEEE LET MEEE~”

He gripped your wrists, making you pin his wrists above him

“Shut up”

He whined silently

You started pounding him again this time chasing for your own high

When you were close he was still begging to cum

You felt pity for him and let his cock go, starting to stroke him fast

You both came at the same time, you filling him up and him squirting all over his stomach while his eyes rolled back out of pleasure

“What a good slut~”

[fuckincrow]

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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write the porn you wish to read

[minoment]

NEW CHARACTERS/FANDOM!!

I AM NOW WRITING FOR THE ARCANA!

Characters I will write for: Lucio, Julian, Asra, and Muriel

I won't write for Nadia or Portia because I don't really like their characters..

ASK AWAY!!

[nofluxzone]

Asra's, Julian's, and Lucio's story arcs so far:

Asra: "I love you, I saved you, and I feel like it's my fault you died."

Julian: "I love you, I wish I saved you, and I feel like it's my fault you died."

Lucio: "You love me, you'll save me, and it's actually my fault you died."

[dddomenstarstwst1]

Hi! Can I request puppy play with a sub!male and a dom!mean reader? Some dacryphilia and a muzzle would be nice :)

Oh yes, please! I love me some puppy boy ♡ Thank you for requesting!

Bad Dog

Warnings: sub!character, dom!gn!reader, mean!reader, puppy play, dacriphilia, muzzle, implied brat!character, stepping, dry humping, hair pulling, titles (master, used once)

a/n: the character is unspecified, but is still depicted as 18+ y/o. I've added a list of characters i had in mind while writing it, you can see the in the tags. You can still imagine your fave, tho!

"What's that? You're crying?" You watch as hot tears run down his cheeks, small sniffles escape him. With a 'tsk', you brush strands of hair that block his face, "You're always all bark, and no bite. It really takes me just a bit of harshness, and you're already turning into a whining dog in heat."

He desperately shakes his head, but not in attempt to disagree with your last sentence, no. He tries to prove that he is capable of biting alright, yet the muzzle you put on him doesn't allow that. Your fingers trace the metal cage, pleased with his pouting expression.

"How about you prove how good you can be for me, let's say, by..." your foot presses against his clothed semi-erection, ripping out a startled whimper. He doubles down, hugging your leg with his arms, eyes trained on your face, "...making yourself cum by humping my leg, hm?"

"What?! You know I can't come, if you don't touch me! You better give me proper attention, [Name]!" He huffs, looking offended by your "dumb" suggestion. You're well aware of how he gets, when you try to put him in his place, trying to appear dominant. His attempts always fail, however.

"Cute. Very cute." You run your hand in his hair, tugging at his messy strands. You look him up and down, his mouth open in a silent moan. "Cute, yet so desperate. Are you not?"

"N-no! I'm not desperate, you are– Ah!" You give his hair a one more harsh tug, which shuts him up completely. "Shut your damn mouth and be a good boy for once, or else I'll make sure you won't get to have any orgasms for a whole week."

"Yes, master..." You nod along his words, petting him in a rewarding manner. You like his feistiness, but his obedient side has a unique charm to it. You press your foot on his still clothed dick, before slightly lifting it. "Hump my leg."

The words sound authoritative, no room left for his brattiness. He hesitates for only a couple of moments, but slowly wraps his arms around your thigh, while his bottom half ruts against your shin. You can't help teasing him by brushing your fingers in his locks.

His movements turn into erratic ones, rhythm lost completely. He turns his head to the side, pressing the muzzle to your leg, as frustrated tears form in his eyes. He blinks, and they start streaming down his flushed face.

"Poor thing, let me help you," you free him from the cage, massaging the spots it connected to. "Don't stop moving. If you make yourself cum like this, I'll reward you." You kiss his temple, urging him to get back to work.

Your dog might bark a lot, but he will never bite the hand that gives him pleasure.

[themoongladiator]

Count Lucio headcannons

SFW

Bro is such a simp

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

So many cuddles. All the time

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

Be warned tho he gets jealous really easily

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

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

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

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

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

Bro was sweating bullets when he first met your family

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

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

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

NSFW Minors/afab readers do not interact

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

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

He's such a whiny and bratty little sub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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. 

[wayfarerxiii]

He's only been awake five minutes

[autdroid]

Overwatch will never regain my respect. I'm done with that game and that community.

Unless they make a Portuguese champ, then I'm back like nothing ever happened thanking blizzard daddy for the diversity chart.

[bottomvalerius]

i focus a lot on how Sam crash landed into Donna's life a second time unprompted, but tbh, he 110% did not think that Donna would be fucking both the consul and the countess and also objectively threw him off his game lmfao

[vampyan]

blog & request rules ;

minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.

this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus

characters i write for ;

-> kimetsu no yaiba

kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;

-> telltale batman

john doe/joker ; edward nygma/riddler ; harvey dent/two-face ; harley quinn ;

-> helluva boss

blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;

-> the arcana

lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;

-> dragon ball

goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;

-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes

mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;

-> original yandere characters

coming soon!

request rules ;

👩🏻‍🔬: requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

will write ;

fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)

non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)

kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

won’t write ;

sub!reader x dom!character

male or amab!readers.

kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[ghoulfriendfangs]

KINKTOBER ‘22 - Plaything

Day 4: Micro with Lucio

I’ve been envisioning these prompts more as pitches than full fics, so if one gets lots of love I’ll expand upon it in great detail!

{WC: ~250} {top!dom!reader x bottom!sub!Lucio, micro, manhandling, teasing}

  Lucio had been getting on your nerves like there was no tomorrow. He had pouted and thrown a fit whenever you weren’t lavishing him attention, and then he was yowling like a cat in heat when you were. He was really getting out of hand.

  But luckily, it only took a certain magic potion to get him back in hand.

  Lucio shifted around, sitting comfortably on your palm. “I… I can’t believe how well this spell worked.”

  “Impressed?” You ask, and he shivers as your breath warms him like a summer breeze. 

  “I mean, it’s nothing I couldn’t do. I just don’t have a cauldron, but if I tried I’m sure I’d-”

  You cut him off with a good squeeze, his breath hitches and you can feel his tiny, fragile chest fluttering. You let go… and see a minuscule bulge in his pants.

  “Excuse me,” Lucio huffs, “just because I’m small, doesn’t mean I’m not still the count! You will respect me and my authority!”

  “What’s this?” You ask, rubbing over his bulge with your thumb pad. He groans, rutting into your thumb, so you pull back a bit.

  “What does it look like!? It’s a hard on, now help me with it- EEEK!”

  You turn him over, dangling him by his foot. He wiggles around, managing to mess up his coat revealing his tummy, and drop his tiny cape to the floor below.

  “I think you forget, I cast this spell on you because you wanted to play with me. Well, now you’ll be my plaything, and I’m going to have tremendous fun with you.”

  He gulped, a tinge of red dusting his nose.

  …he could get behind that. 

[certkidwhocantdomath]

I don't have motivation to write a story or come up with headcanons, so here are some scenerios that happened in my classroom! I'll only use my classmate's first names btw (Translation will be underneath in italics with open and close parentatis)

While watching the Mortal Kombat 2021 movie:

*watching Hanzo kill Lin Kuei members*

Me and Lucio: *Cheering Hanzo on*

Roshan: *Confused silence*

- -

Roshan: Anong movie yan?

(What movie is that?)

Me: Nanjan si Scorpion, nanjan si Sub-Zero! Manghula ka, p're!

(Scorpion is there, Sub-Zero is there! Take a guess, dude!)

Lucio: Roshan, pag hindi mo to alam, hahampasin kita!

(Roshan, if you don't know, I'll punch you!)

- -

*Liu Kang shows up on screen*

Me: *Loud squealing*

Giro: Kumalma ka, crush mo ba yan?

(Calm down, is that your crush?)

Me: Hindi, pero favorite ko yan.

(No, but he's a favorite.)

- -

*watching ending*

Me: *realizes Cole is talking about Johnny: YES! YES! LET'S FUCKING GO!

making Mortal Kombat 1 references:

Me: *Pushes glasses up with middle finger*

Lucio: *Gets up and starts winding up his middle finger*

Me: *Gasp* alam mo yon?!

(You know that?!)

Lucio: Oo, Johnny Cage diba?

(Yea, it's Johnny Cage, right?)

Calyce: *yells from afar* Johnny x Kenshi!

Me: YES!

- -

*doing MK1 intros*

Lucio, Omni-Man: They don't make movies about movies about movies about movies about movies about movies about movies-

Me, Johnny Cage: What the fuck?!

- -

Me, Johnny Cage: *pure silence* ...

Lucio, I don't know: *pure silence* ...

Lucio: [VIDEO GAME NA ALAM NYA] na to, kaylangan mo mag bayad para may dialogue

(This is [VIDEO GAME HE KNOWS] now, you have to pay to have dialogue)

- -

Me, PS5 Johnny Cage: *Pushes glasses up with middle finger*

Lucio, Nintendo Switch Johnny Cage: *Pushes imaginary shades up with middle finger and wide ass eyes*

- -

Lucio, Peacemaker: Who are you?

Me: Your mom.

Lucio: MOM?!

- -

Lucio, Peacemaker: Mom, why did dad abandon me?

Me, with Chinese accent: Because you are a disappointment!

Lucio: Oof-

Me: A disgrace to our bloodline!

Lucio: OOF-

EMOTIONALITY

Xia wins

During our Christmas party:

Elise: Bat' naka all-black ka?

Me, looking emo as fuck: Para kapag pinatay kita, hindi makita ang dugo mo.

(So that when I kill you, your blood won't be visible.)

Small fact about me:

- Elise had a crush on me, a guy in grade 8 has a crush on me, a guy in grade 11 has a crush on me and two girls in my class has a crush on me(I'm dating one of those girls right now actually).

[dandydanthelion]

maybe devil lucio just needs to bottom/sub

maybe that'll fix him

[montcumbry-gaytor]

My Masterlist ❦︎

due to my dumb dumb dumbass im creating this Masterlist because idfk why i didn't sooner ( i know why )

all of these are male readers, this is a gay blog, don't expect anything more.

If you want to add to the list, heres my rules before you request 👍

* = Smut, Which is most of the content

° = Suggestive

The Crow

Eric Draven

Bullet with Butterfly Wings Index

Turn me on Mr.Deadman ( Eric x Vamp!Reader ) *

If i was your Vampire ( Vamp!Eric x Reader ) *

Call of Duty

David "Hesh" Walker

Twenties ( Hesh x Reader )

Simon "Ghost" Riley

COD Men x Reader with a big ass °

John "Soap" MacTavish

COD Men x Reader with a big ass °

Alejandro Vargas

COD Men x Reader with a big ass °

Jonathan Price

COD Men x Reader with a big ass °

Konig

COD Men x Reader with a big ass °

Frank Woods

Frank Woods x Reader *

MCU

Tony "Iron Man" Stark

MCU Men x Reader with big ass °

Steve "Captain America" Rogers

MCU Men x Reader with big ass °

Thor Odinson

MCU Men x Reader with big ass °

Loki Laufeyson

MCU Men x Reader with big ass °

Latino!Reader x Loki Laufeyson *

James "Bucky" Barnes

MCU Men x Reader with big ass °

Dr. Stephen Strange

MCU Men x Reader with big ass °

Overwatch

Jack "Soldier 76" Morrison

Soldier x Reader x Reaper *

Sub!Soldier x Reader *

Gabriel "Reaper" Reyes

Soldier x Reader x Reaper *

Reaper x Reader *

Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes

Junkrat x Reader x Lucio *

Lucio Santos

Junkrat x Reader x Lucio *

Hanzo Shimada

Hanzo x Reader x Cole *

Cole Cassidy

Hanzo x Reader x Cole *

Genji Shimada

Genji x Power Bottom!Reader *

Genji x Top!Reader *

Skyrim

Farkas x Reader *