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— 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓶𝓷𝓲𝓪 ☆ aki | 24 | she/her

[lucenties]

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── ₊˚⊹ aki. twenty-four. she/her. mexican. bilingual (ENG/SPA) ⭑.ᐟ

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#lucenties.docx - my writing #akispeaks - rambling

dividers: @/anitalenia and @/cursed-carmine

[lucenties]

still not you

pairing: modern au!sukuna x fem!reader

summary: sukuna would rather spend every night pretending another woman is you than risk losing the one person he's wanted his entire life. but lately pretending isn't working like it used to.

content/warnings: MDNI 18+ explicit content under the cut, modern au, bff sukuna, explicit language, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, perverted sukuna, he thinks about you while having sex with other women, mentions of masturbating to you without your consent, she/her pronouns and afab body descriptions, no use of y/n, reader kinda haunts the narrative, sukuna is soooo down bad, one-sided pining, some angst

word count: 2.8k

a/n: wrote most of this a while ago. got deleted. executive dysfunction hit. re-wrote it lmao. idk how I feel about it. not the daredevil fic I promised but I'm working on that too. as always, thank you for reading <3

sukuna's sunday mornings have ended the same way for the past two months: tangled in the sheets of women he isn’t attached to.

sometimes it was a witty little minx that batted her eyelashes at him just right through the dim lighting of a packed nightclub. other times, it was some girl he met on a dating app that accepted his minimum-effort advances in exchange for the best sex of her life. to anyone paying attention, sukuna’s sudden appetite for meaningless sex would’ve been simple enough to explain.

but the only thing all his flings had in common was that they were all being used as substitutes for you, the woman he felt he couldn’t have.

well, it's not that he literally couldn't have you. your parents never forbade you from coming in contact with him. quite the opposite actually– both yours and sukuna's families have been well-acquainted friends even before your parents were born. and while it was great that he got to sit next to you every christmas dinner and spend every birthday party together hiding away from everyone else in your own world, sukuna wasn't ready to admit the full extent of his feelings for you. he wasn’t willing to risk destroying the special bond that took years to nurture and develop.

and as sukuna recently discovered, the closest he could get was settling for tongue-fucking the brains out of his latest fling while thinking about you.

the room is silent except for the slurps echoing the walls of the guest bedroom. behind the locked door, the party is still in full-force – the rhythmic thumping of the bass coming from the speakers matches sukuna’s heartbeat. he can feel it pulsing in his temples as he shifts his eyes up to take a peek at his partner. 

the woman’s name had been long discarded, just like the minidress she was wearing a half-hour ago at the latest party sukuna was attending. with his mouth on her cunt and her moans in his ears, he caught another whiff of her perfume – the reason he selected her to share this night with him in the first place. sukuna closes his eyes again and remembers how earlier that evening, he had managed to catch the familiar scent on her frame in the midst of sweaty bodies. it was so distinct: sweet and sexy combined, an aroma he recognized as the fancy extrait de parfum he gifted you last christmas. That was the beginning of his mistake.

sukuna thinks back to how you wore that perfume at his last birthday party. the floral notes had lingered on his shirt after your goodbye hug long enough that later that night, he unashamedly fisted himself while burying his nose in it to inhale as much of your scent as he could. currently, with the amount of alcohol in his system and the party’s alluring ambience setting the mood, a few whiffs of that scent and the memory of his best friend in her cute sundress was enough to send a few waves of pleasure down to his core.

lying had always been second nature to him, so he had no issue whispering in this woman’s ear how he'd been staring at her all night hoping for a chance to show her “a good time with a real man,” as he put it. a calculated sly gaze and a few more sugar-coated words were all it took for her legs to end up locked over sukuna's shoulders on someone else’s bed, his face buried in her leaking cunt.

jaw slick with a mix of her juices and his own drool, he can’t help but think about how your own pussy would react if you were in this woman’s spot. he bets you would taste even better than any of the other girls he’s had before, akin to the nectar of life. he would lap up every single drop of yours like a man starved for your taste, unable to live without it. he would draw circles on your clit with his tongue, like he’s doing now. apply minor pressure against your soft bud, just enough to have you desperately grinding your hips into his mouth, brows furrowed and breath shallow. sukuna knows you’d be shy at first, stifling your moans by pressing the back of your hand against your mouth, biting down on the skin just to keep quiet. he’d make it his mission to get you to scream his name instead.

his private fantasies elicit a deep groan against the woman’s clit. the sudden vibration only makes her already wanton moans louder and her legs wrap tighter around his head. she whines for more. with his mind elsewhere, he hasn’t even noticed that he’s been lapping at her pussy for ages, and she's growing desperate.

“please, sukuna,” she whimpers, “i need more.”

the occasional breathy moan from her he could tolerate. those were easy enough to distort into something that sounded more like you if he let his imagination do the work. it was when she made herself known that he had a problem. 

“shut up,” he growls lowly into her mound, halting his movements. the sound of the woman’s voice threatened to break his carefully crafted immersion, and he wasn’t about to get off to her whiny uh-uh-uhs. but he knows it’s not exactly fair to her the way he’s using her. and so sukuna lightly sucks her clit one last time, a parting kiss goodbye. he moves up to hover over the woman’s body, face-to-face. 

sukuna definitely knows how to pick them – she’s absolutely stunning. soft caramel eyes staring up at him in a frown, full lips puckered into a pout, begging for a kiss. A carefully-manicured hand reaches up behind his head to wrap around soft tuffs of hair, pulling him down to take it from him. and despite it feeling so wrong, he lets her. 

he closes his eyes and lulls his imagination back into his comfort zone. he lets himself indulge in the feel of this woman’s mouth on his, and immediately starts making comparisons to something he’s never felt before. would your lips be softer, melting between his own like candy under the sun? or would they be rougher, urging him to run his tongue along your lips and mold them against his own? either way, sukuna shudders in excitement.

he’d be so gentle with you at first. wouldn’t want to overwhelm his perfect girl by immediately sticking his tongue down your throat, or worse, make you think he was just chasing some fleeting carnal pleasure by using your body. no, that kind of detachment was left to the other women that occupied his bed, the ones who barely knew his first name while you knew him well enough to mistake your place in his heart for friendship.

he is the first to pull away. a part of him urges himself to go back, to savor the phantom feeling of your lips on his, to consume you with kisses even if it's just through a proxy. the other part of him won’t be satisfied so easily. sukuna doesn’t spare the woman another glance as he lowers himself to comfortably rest his face into the crook of her neck, closing his eyes. he couldn’t bare to look at her too long, for if he did, the differences between you and her become too apparent to ignore and his illusion would shatter. his lips make searing contact with her right jugular as his hand trails down her body. fingers dance senselessly down her navel, playing with the band of the woman’s red, lacy thong. 

sukuna is hit with another memory: it's been two months since he got a glimpse of your cute little panties under your skirt. not on purpose, unfortunately, but because of your own naivety of thinking that he saw you only as a friend. he loved how stubborn you were that day – you held your ground on changing out your bedroom lightbulbs on your own despite how much he rolled his eyes. ‘brat. I’m taller than you. let me handle it.’ but instead you huffed and lightly flicked his forehead, demanding he bring you a ladder with a playful smirk, which he recorded in his core memories. and so, you settled the ladder in its place, demanded sukuna hold it steady for you, and started the climb up one step at a time.

because of your obstinacy, sukuna was closer than he had ever been to your most intimate area. to he didn't mean to peek, and by no means was he trying to push past any unspoken boundaries by looking without your knowledge, but the temptation was too strong when you were right there, only a few inches from his face. his head remained steady as his eyes shifted up, and after carefully confirming that your own gaze was fixed on the task at hand, he dared to look.

only to be met with some damned light gray cotton panties with a baby pink lace trim. sukuna had to bite his lip to stifle a groan that threatened to roll out of his throat. you were so seductive without even trying, which made it much more erotic. did you really feel this comfortable around him? did you trust him this much that you made no covert attempt at decency? surely you were trying to give him a sign that you felt the same – that you also dreamt about tangled limbs in tangled sheets and unimaginable pleasure with your best friend. you had practically served yourself up on a silver platter just for him. 

‘but what if you hadn't meant to?’

“sukunaaaa, do something!” a whiny voice brings him back to the present. 

“what’s wrong?” his eyebrows furrow.

“you just keep rubbing over my panties,” she huffs and cradles his head tighter with both hands. “I wanna feel your fingers inside me too…”

sukuna has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at her. he hadn't even noticed he'd stalled for so long while deep in thought until she said something. so instead of barking at her again, he softly sighs and opts to lazily kiss along her neck while mumbling an ‘i’m sorry, baby’.

sukuna knows it’s not her fault he's such a coward that he’d rather imagine other women are you than tell you just how deeply he feels for you. so for now, he’ll be nice and give her what she wants.

after shifting the thin lacey material to the side, his hand traces over her dripping opening in wide circles. not too long that she has a chance to get impatient again, just enough to coat three fingers in glossy slick. with one last weakened press to her clit, sukuna dips two fingers inside, immediately curving into that special bump that has the woman gasping and whining at the surge of satisfying pleasure.

pretending it's you is easy. he starts drowning out her cries by morphing them into something similar to you. he thinks back to those innocent moments when he's scratched your scalp or given you a back rub; the noises that escaped your mouth in a different kind of pleasure, enough to fan the flames in his loins. sukuna shudders and lets out a breathy groan of his own.

but then, the woman lets out a noise in between a giggle and a moan, and both the movement of his hand and his concentration falter. his fingers go back at once working in and out of her cunt at a steady pace, but there's less passion in his ministrations than there was just a second ago as he furrows his brow. his eyes flicker open and stare at her neck.

sukuna knows your laugh better than anyone in your life. he's memorized the crinkle in your eye, the curve of your lips, and the breath you take after chuckling at one of his stupid jokes. no, you wouldn't sound like that, wouldn't sound like her.

the thought comes unwanted, but sukuna shoves it aside with quickness. his eyes close once more and he reaches for traces of you: for the perfume clinging to the sheets, for the memory of your voice softened by sleep, for every innocent sound he's collected over years and repressed into something less than so.

‘there we go. much better.’

the bedroom echoes with squelches from fingers going in and out, relentlessly bullying her g-spot. her moans pick up with another curl of his fingers and the cry the woman lets out is so erotic that it almost seems rehearsed. she's so close to cumming. sukuna can tell by the wetness coating his knuckles and the fluttering of her pussy as it demands ‘more, more!’. he gives in to her pleas and circles his thumb over her sensitive numb with practiced pressure.

“I'm cumming! sukunaaaa!”

sukuna's picks up his head with eyes shooting open and he catches a sight other men would salivate at: her back arched and toes curled, eyebrows knitted together and mouth making a perfectly round ‘O’. her breasts are still out in display, rising and falling in short, ragged breaths.

but it somehow isn't enough for him. it feels wrong in a way that he can't immediately put his finger on, some strange discomfort settling heavy in his gut where desire had been only moments ago.

sukuna gets up and leaves her with the excuse that he's got somewhere to be and needs to get clean up. he grabs a pair of tissues from the nightstand, wiping away at his fingers as he walks off to the adjoining bathroom. contrast to earlier, the only sound filling his ears is the stream of water from the faucet, cold fluid running down his hands. sukuna looks down at his jeans where the prominent tent in his boxers was a few moments ago.

despite how hard he had just made this woman cum, his dick couldn't be softer. she was suddenly everywhere; in the sound of his name still ringing in his ears and in the shade of those eyes that he couldn't will away from his mind. up until now, sukuna had been able to look at her and see whatever he wanted. now he could only see her actual face.

he realized that no amount of perfume or delusion could cover up the fact that she wasn't you. you wouldn't say his name like that. or maybe you would? fuck—he doesn't know anymore.

reality starts sinking its claws into his perfectly-curated fantasies as he washes his hands. he doesn’t actually know what sounds you'd make when you couldn't hold them back anymore. doesn’t know how your face would twist when the pleasure became too much, whether your brows would pinch together like hers or your eyes would squeeze shut or you'd hide your face because you'd always been so fucking easy to embarrass.

sukuna rips the towel from the hook and walks back to lean on the doorframe of the bathroom for one last look at this night's conquest. she's throwing her minidress back on and lazily putting her hair up, too content with her orgasm to care about fixing it back in place. as he dries his hands, he can't help but feel the shame that starts pooling deep in his stomach.

“maybe I'll see you around?” she turns to him and winks with a soft smile. she giggles at the grunt he returns and goes back to dealing with her black stilettos.

head still leaning on the doorframe, sukuna closes his eyes which only makes things worse because there you are again.

not the version of you he'd spent the better part of tonight inventing, the one he'd constructed from perfume and wishful thinking and another woman's body. just you.

just you smiling at him from across some half-forgotten afternoon, chin propped lazily in your palm as you laugh at something stupid he'd said. your eyes crinkling at the corners and your foot nudging his beneath the table without a second thought. something you'd probably forgotten by the next day and he, apparently, had not.

his eyes open again, and the woman is still there.

still not you.

she leaves ten minutes later and sukuna doesn’t ask for her number. he doesn't need to. his phone is already lighting up on the nightstand with a name he's had memorized since he was too young to understand it would someday ache his chest to see.

you: hey!! breakfast tomorrow??

sukuna stares at the message and then at the empty bed. fucking pathetic.

sukuna: usual place?

your answer comes almost immediately.

you: obviously 🙄 

and despite everything, the corner of his mouth twitches upward. because tomorrow morning, he'd sit across from you. you'd steal something off his plate without asking and he would tell you to fuck off while pushing the rest toward you anyway. you'd smile at him, he'd pretend that was enough.

apparently, he'd gotten very fucking good at pretending.

[lucenties]

im begging you to do more daredevil x reader stuff

matthew my beloved…. he's one of my favorite marvel characters of all time, especially because of his internal struggles with religion vs. vigilantism.

and since I'm a complete sucker for angst and passion, your ask is the final push that inspired me to explore that theme through the following premise:

The problem is not that Matt worships you. It’s that every feeling he has for you is so consuming, so terrifyingly tender, that his guilt can only categorize it as something dangerous.

lots of religious symbolism … yearning … comfort though physical connection. I'm excited to work on this for y'all. stay posted and feel free to comment if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this.

[lucenties]

HI!! i was the nonnie who asked for the marvel rivals plinks with a male pov. j forgot to mention i wanted female characters pretty please 🥹🥹

hi nonnie !!

yummyyy ... keep an eye out soon 👀

[lucenties]

can u do marvel rivals x male pov twt links pls🥹

oooh are we thinking male or female characters? or a mixed bag 🤔

[lucenties]

marvel rivals wlw twt links

tw: afab reader, she/her pronouns overall, p links, mff threesome (for cloak and dagger only), sex toys, oral (female receiving), rough sex

! rivals men p links here !

make sure you're logged in to twitter/x to view the links!

ANGELA

↪ angela is a large, dominant partner in all aspects of your relationship, especially the bedroom. your size does not matter to her– she’s picking you up off the floor and fucking her strap into you until you can’t feel your legs. her prepotency really shines when she’s got you head down legs up, pile driving you hard against the resistance of your squeezing pussy. you will only submit to her completely once she’s fully fucked your brains out.

BLACK WIDOW

↪ natasha is a huge fan of using vibrators on you during your late night trysts. she’s even got a favorite wand, customized all pretty in pink just for you, that she loves using with the purpose of overstimulating you. how many times have you cum now: three, four? it’s hard to keep up when your high never finishes coming down, the relentless vibrations making both your eyes and your pussy cry out in gushes.

DAGGER (+bonus cloak)

↪  the benefit to tandy and tyrone being connected is that they’re both available when you’re in the mood for a threesome. she’s a whimpering mess– moans in tandem with the plap-plap-plap-ing rhythm of tyrone’s skin on hers. meanwhile, tandy’s face is buried in the messy folds of your pussy, the thrusting behind her helping her tongue greedily lap up at your juices.

EMMA FROST

↪  emma deserves the princess treatment, and she’ll make sure you know it. she’s got you on your tummy, eating out and licking both her holes, verbally guiding you to learn every micro-movement of the tongue that has her moaning your name through a lazy smirk. but you can’t stay down there forever. soon enough, you’re pushing a dildo in and out of her dripping cunt at the perfect pace and emma is soooo fucked out she forgets that she’s supposed to be teaching you.

HELA

↪  nothing fills hela with as much pleasure as seeing you face-down, crying and begging for her to slow down. the graceful combination of her fingers and strap hits your g-spot with movements only a goddess could manage, and it’s got you subconsciously rutting your hips back into her to take all of it despite the tears flowing down your face. ‘’s too much!!’ you cry out, high-pitched and whiny, over the noise of skin slamming against your greedy cunt.

INVISIBLE WOMAN

↪  as a woman with experience, sue knows how good a slow, intimate session is at building sexual anticipation and getting you to a mind-numbing orgasm. she’s teasing but not mean– she denies your request to bend you over and just fuck you senseless, but only because she still wants to make you feel good in all kinds of other ways first. her movements are slow but calculated: dragging against your silky walls before pulling out to circle slowly around your clit.

PHOENIX

↪  jean falls in love with you again every time your sopping mound lowers down to rub hers. you start moving against her, clit occasionally catching on the other’s, bringing you closer and closer to both your orgasms. you’re a jumbled mess of limbs and both your thighs get stickier and stickier with each other’s arousal, but she doesn’t care. all she’s focused on is the knot tightening in her stomach, ready to snap as soon as you reach down and devour her through kisses.

LUNA SNOW

↪ it’s so cute the way seol gets soooo horny once her clothes come off. her movements are almost on autopilot, her body only focused on using you to rub herself and chase that delicious orgasm only you can bring out of her. you get off on the way she turns into such a slut, pornographic moans falling from her mouth as she chases after her own pleasure, that you don’t even move to try and get more friction for yourself so she can finish faster.

MAGIK

↪ ILYANA CODED ILYANA CODED ILYANA CODED. I mean, what’s more punk than having you soooo in love with her you'll jump at the chance to hump even the heel of her foot? it’s so entertaining for her– your eyes snapped shut, bottom lip caught under your top teeth to try and stop the breathy moaning of her name, hips desperately chasing release. you’re going to make a mess of her shoe at this rate, but she knows you’d be more than grateful to lick it clean.

MANTIS

↪ you’re the one teaching mantis about human anatomy, and this lesson consists of female pleasure and ejaculation! and what’s better than the hands-on approach? your voice is shaky as you talk her through it, describing how good her soft, sticky lips feel rubbing against your clit and how bad you wanna see her body shake and come undone under yours. she’s a dirty, crying mess when you’re done with her, but oh-so-eager for your next scheduled lesson. 

PSYLOCKE

↪  addicted: it’s the only way to describe sai’s obsession with your mouth. not even she knows why it gets her so wet when she’s practically tongue-fucking your face, all she knows is that her core tightens with raw, subtle pleasure when you say 'ahhhh' and wait: a silent plea for her to spit in your mouth. and of course she indulges, she would do anything you asked of her. for now, however, you’ll have to let her be selfish and indulge in your sweet, sweet kisses until she’s had her fill.

SCARLET WITCH

↪  wanda always makes sure to delve her slender digits into your aching pussy, finger-fucking you every time you have sex. but she’d be lying if she said it was only for your pleasure. the truth is that she loves the feeling of you clamping down on her fingers and the sound of your sexy, wanton moans filling the air. it only makes her go faster, fingers even deeper in your saccharine-slicked hole, her mission now to make you cum so hard you’re squirting all over her sheets.

SQUIRREL GIRL

↪  doreen is a certified munch™. you better be ready to spend hours at a time sitting on her face, body quivering with every forceful suck on your clit and legs shaking when she slides her tongue into your cunt and thrusts the appendage in and out to collect the mess you’re dripping. your ass isn’t safe either– she’s not a picky eater. her tongue runs along the puckered edge, the vibrations from her moans only helping you reach your peak as you ride her face.

STORM

↪  additionally to expressing her love for you, ororo uses sex as an opportunity to forget about the stress constantly plaguing her mind. as soon as you’re on top of her, fucking yourself on her strap, she’s already forgotten what she was so worried about earlier. please ride her, pinch your nipples while they bounce with the rest of your body, give her a show so she can cum and use the orgasm to wipe her brain completely so all she can think about is you and your divine pussy.

[lucenties]

marvel rivals twt links + blurbs

tw: afab reader, p links, rough sex, dp, threesomes, oral (fem and male receiving), size kink, anal, breeding, toys, monsterfucking(?), general horniness

! rivals women p links here !

make sure you're logged in to twitter/x to view the links!

ADAM WARLOCK

↪ adam loooooves taking it slow, not even bothering to slip you out of your panties, rubbing himself against your puffy clit. your slick heavily coats his tip, and he indulges you by putting just a little bit of his dick in shallow stokes before pulling out, just to do it all over again.

BLACK PANTHER

↪ it’s like a symphony in t’challa’s ears – the rhythmic clapping of your ass alongside your deliciously sweet moans. the man owns an intergalactic empire, and yet his favorite place ever is right under your body where he can plunge deep into your cute holes while holding you tight.

BLADE

↪ when you feel like taking charge, eric just lays back and enjoys the view. your confident smirk hovering over his face while you set your own pace – slow and deep, just like he likes it. it’s even better when you reach a hand down to help your pussy out in stroking his fat dick.

BRUCE BANNER

↪ bruce is the definition of a munch. this man will press your legs against your stomach and bury his face in your pussy without you uttering so much as a word. lapping at your leaking hole, drooling on your sensitive clit, there’s no doubt he’s in this for the love of the game.

CAPTAIN AMERICA

↪ steve’s entire body underwent a massive upgrade thanks to the super soldier serum, and his dick was no exception. it’s so hard for him to get past the tip inside you despite how badly he wants it :( next time you better slobber over it some more before trying to take on his monster.

CLOAK (+ BONUS DAGGER)

↪ you can’t have tyrone without tandy, whether anyone would want to or not, so why not make the most out of it? you and tandy take turns on his cock, helping each other take as much as you can, the sight of both your faces enough to help him release a thick, gooey load into your mouth.

DAREDEVIL

↪ patroling the streets is hard work, please let matt use your body to take out his frustration! it’s hard enough dealing with the evil in hell’s kitchen, he just wants to have some semblance of control. let him drive his cock deep into you and fuck you stupid so he can feel like he’s doing something right.

DOCTOR STRANGE

↪ stephen still knows how to use his fingers juuuust right when it comes to bringing you pleasure. two digits are all he needs to stretch you out, readying you for his thick aching dick. he uses his magic to create a makeshift cockring that is snug enough to swell his already large member that stuffs you full.

GAMBIT

↪ remy is a kinky motherfucker – sex is always something new with him. recently, he discovered just how much you moan and babble nonsense when he charges a bit of kinetic energy into his cock and drives it into your puckered asshole. a few thrusts in and you’re already begging him to let you cum.

HAWKEYE

↪  as much as he loves the act itself, clint gets a special kind of pleasure right after sex, when he pulls his dick out and finds his cum leaking out of you. he helps you clean up your messy pussy by pushing the mess running down your ass back up to your clit, giving it another little rub with his tip.

HUMAN TORCH

↪ even with all his experience, johnny still finds himself learning about what women like. ever since he found out how quickly you cum when he kisses you during missionary, it’s become like an addiction for him to lean down and make out with you while he drives his cock in and out of your sweet cunt.

IRON FIST

↪  lin is always so eager to do anything with you. sit on his face, rub him with your thighs, take his energetic thursts like a good girl and he’ll make you see stars. it’s not his fault you’re so soft and that your walls squeeze so tight around him every time that he always thinks he’lll cum too fast :( 

IRON MAN

↪ only you knew how nasty tony could be. he’d already cum a couple of times, stuffing you full of his thick loads and soiling the sheets. the sight of your cunt taking him completely from behind, cum leaking and lube shining only makes him thrust harder and deeper to see how much bigger of a mess he could make.

LOKI

↪ what good are loki’s clones if he doesn’t use them on his pretty girl? it may take a lot of work to prep you every time to make sure you can take him in your ass and your pussy, sure, but it’s worth it when you moan like a pornstar every time he “accidentally” stuffs two dicks in one hole.

MAGNETO

↪  erik has some tolerance for your bratty behavior, but it sometimes gets to a point where he needs to shut you up the best way he can: using his large size to get on top of you and fuck your body into submission, just rough enough for you to stop your whining and start begging him to cum inside you.

MISTER FANTASTIC

↪ reed is one of the smartest men alive, and he uses this feat to analyze your reactions whenever he fucks you. he memorized the exact spot deep inside you that makes you moan the loudest and let out the most obscenities, focusing that one spot to drill into and overstimulate you.

MOON KNIGHT

↪  marc gets too into his head sometimes, often resulting in him muttering sweet praises in your ear while he continuously digs his cock deep into your cunt, far after you have already come twice. he doesn’t notice your fucked-out face or the fact that you’ve stopped responding coherently to his mumbling until after he’s buried a load inside you.

NAMOR

↪ namor is used to the royalty treatment as the king of the seas, and his authority extends to his favorite plaything: you. guiding your head down on his cock and stroking it against your cheek, he doesn’t miss an opportunity to remind you of your place and making sure you understand he owns you.

SPIDER-MAN

↪ peter may be too shy to admit it, but his favorite way to cum is after you’ve teased him to hell and back, stroking his cock and praising him for being such a gooood boy. he gets too loud, so be sure to put a hand on his mouth or stick your tongue down his throat to quiet his needy moans while his cum spurts out, tainting your hands.

STAR-LORD

↪ peter fucks you on the pilot seat of the guardians’ ship every time you ask him to. with the way you’re dripping at the thought of possibly getting caught and the quiet, shallow moans you let out as he  moves your body up and down on his cock until you cum multiple times, how could he say no?

THE PUNISHER

↪ frank makes love to you in all kinds of different positions, but he always has his thick hands on you. he needs to feel you, to get as close as possible to you during this most vulnerable act to show you what he cannot always do with words: that he fucking loves you and the tight squeezing of your pussy as you milk him dry.

THE THING 

↪ ben is HUGE. there’s no way to sugarcoat it, but the already large hunk of a man was only made larger after his transformation. thanks to reed and a specialized condom he designed for your pleasure, you and ben have been at it like horny teenagers every chance you get, making sure all you can think about is your lover’s thick cock splitting you open.

THOR

↪ size queens beware! thor has such a big, heavy cock that you can’t help but put it in your moth first thing when he takes it out his pants. his godliness shows in the way it hangs due to its own weight, like a trophy on display. don’t forget to play with his balls, hot and heavy, prepping the god-sized loads to come.

ULTRON

↪ ultron’s dislike of humanity comes through when he’s playing with you. he’s mean; he uses toys on you before he even thinks about letting you fuck him. hours go by with the vibrations on your clit pushing you to the edge of ecstasy until he takes the toy away completely, reveling in the way your tears flow down your face as you beg him to let you cum.

VENOM

↪ eddie tries his best to be gentle with you, but it’s so hard when he’s got you pinned down, balls deep in your warm holes. despite your incessant cries of pleasure, all he can hear in his head is the voice of a certain alien demanding him to breed her, breed her, breed her. we are insatiable.

WINTER SOLDIER

↪ bucky has been through so much that you take it upon yourself to take care of him. you eagerly do all the work, rhythmically fucking back into his dick with enough force to send ripples through the skin of your ass. he thinks you’re spoiling him with the way you focus on his pleasure first.

WOLVERINE 

↪ when logan puts his mind to something, there’s no stopping him. that includes when he sets his mind to your pussy and demands you drop everything to sit on his face that instant. you leak your juices all over his jaw and hands as he alternates between prodding his tongue into your hole or curling his fingers into your soft spot.

a/n:

yeahhh I'm a huge pervert <3 i've been a fan of marvel in general for forever but there's something about the rivals' versions of these characters that make me feral

[lucenties]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

☁︎ - fluff

☆ - angst

♡︎ - smut

. ݁₊ ⊹ . jjba ˎˊ˗

headcanons: - first kiss hc ⤷ team bucciarati ☁︎ - coming out as non-binary hc ⤷ team bucciarati ☁︎ - s/o who loves astronomy ⤷ jotaro, josuke, rohan ☁︎ - virgin!reader's first time ⤷ abbachio ☁︎ ♡︎ - first time w/ chubby!readet ⤷ bucciarati, avdol, abbachio ☁︎ ♡︎ - artistic!s/o ⤷ team bucciarati ☁︎ fics: - training woes ⤷ young!joseph ☁︎ ☆

. ݁₊ ⊹ marvel . ˎˊ˗

misc: - marvel rivals twt links ⤷ male characters ☁︎ ♡︎ - marvel rivals twt links ⤷ female characters ☁︎ ♡︎

[lucenties]

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

ᯓᡣ𐭩 this is a fanfiction writing blog dedicated to fictional characters, including 18+ nsfw sexual material. tw will be added to any writing, but please read at your own discretion 𖹭.ᐟ HAVE YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO - MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

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asks are always open and appreciated! you can submit requests, ideas, or your own short writing for me to build on but ultimately I decide if/when they get fleshed out.

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minors, racists, transphobes, homophobes, kinkshamers, maga, meanies

feel free to ask any questions if something isn't clear!

[lucenties]

I made this side blog some time ago to post some of my own works. stuff happened and I lost all motivation to write, but I've felt that spark to post coming back. it may take some time, but this blog is ready to host my future works whenver I get back into it

[anitalenia]

Purple madness ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 @bunnysp1ce @zhenyiuu @julesdesires @liliesdiary @tiamathh @garfieldissocool @cinnamonghostcrunch @bunnychronicless (won’t let me mention you so ummm awkward) requested by — @kingrubyducks + several anons

(I hate the color purple so I never really make purple dividers 😅 therefore I did the lazy thing and bunched a lot of purple divider requests into a simple 9 dividered post tehe 🫣)

[lucenties]

I found your blog today 😳🌟 can you order hcds from the bucci gang, with a crush artist? Normally you will see me drawing nonsense in my notebook or on loose sheets, I am also a huge art supplies nerd🤙😎

with an artistic s/o

I added some short scenarios to each so this one is a little long :0

requests are also open for a limited time. thank you to everyone for supporting my works!

⤷ team bucciarati ; gn!reader

— GIORNO GIOVANNA

♡ Giorno uses Gold Experience to create plants for all your paint-related needs. From flowers to berries to herbs, he’s got you covered for any kind of tint you could want.

♡ From common marigolds to the elusive middlemist red, he frequently uses his stand to get you all sorts of pigments. Even when you don’t ask him for materials, Giorno often tries out making new species just for fun. The leftovers are gifts; yummy berries for dessert toppings, flavorful spices for your favorite dishes, and stunning bouquets dressed in white bows.

♡ Although harming any life form created by Gold Experience would usually revert the “attack”, Giorno specifically generates his creations for the purpose of grinding them up for artistic use, rendering them perfectly safe.

“GioGio, these are wonderful!” Soil-covered hands reach out to examine the petals of Giorno’s newest creation, taking note of their small size. It’ll take more than a couple of them to make the paint. You’ve never even heard of Japanese indigo before, but seeing its bright purple flowers illuminated by Gold Experience’s ability confirms your notion that Giorno really knows what he’s doing. “You’re amazing!”

The sound of stone stroking stone falters for a moment before resuming again. Giorno bends down next to you, still grinding down petals with the mortar and pestle. He takes notice of the nice contrast between the flower and its foliage and tucks away the idea of suggesting you replicate the sight using the very watercolors that will soon be produced.

“They’re very pretty,” he agrees. “I’m excited to see what they look like on paper.”

“It’ll be more blue, right?” Giorno mutters in agreement before standing back up. You look up as he offers a hand and despite the blazing sun rays obscuring your vision, you can make out his soft smile.

“This batch is ready. Would you like to pour the water on it?”

Giorno sees your face light up in excitement as you scramble back inside for the boiling kettle. He enjoys this routine more and more each time, seeing you preserve the beauty of his creations in the beginnings of yours. It’s… comforting.

— GUIDO MISTA

♡ As soon as he sees you whip out your sketchpad, Mista is absolutely delighted. In an instant, he is beside you begging to be your next project. He demonstrates a few poses, switching between badass and silly. Sometimes, he keeps it up until late in the evening, going about his usual routine while sprinkling a few dramatic poses just to elicit sweet laughter from you.

♡ He’ll try to pass it off as a joke, but the truth is that Mista wants to be your one and only muse. He knows that you have a passion for art and he wants to be a part of that passion. In his mind, inserting himself into your art will make you fall even more for him by association.

♡ Mista loves the faces you make in sync with the movements of your pencil. Out of frustration or delight, it doesn’t matter. It’s a different side of you, more candid and almost vulnerable as you concentrate on sketching your latest creation.

“Please, please, please, [Y/N]. I just want a small peek! Lemme see what it is!” Your boyfriend is on his knees, pleading his case wholeheartedly to the point you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

“I already told you, I’ll show you when I’m done.” You try to be stern but Mista’s “puppy dog” expression, an awkward contortion of facial muscles, draws out laughter instead of mercy.

“But you said it was for me and I wanna see it already! I don’t wanna rush you to finish so let me look at what you’ve got so far and I’ll leave you alone.” You mentally curse yourself for mentioning it prematurely, knowing his reaction is to be expected of him.

“Then stop distracting me so I can finish faster.” Mista is left with a defeated look on his face and a boop on his nose with the pencil’s eraser as you go back to sketching out lines. It made your heart soar knowing that Mista was this wound up over a silly little drawing. As you make the finishing touches, Mista hovers closely over your form, patience having run thin long ago.

“Finally,” he draws the last syllable out. Heat rises to your face as you hand over the piece of paper, but you feel better when you see Mista still, awe spread out all across his face. Contrary to his actions a second ago, he is still as his lips curve upwards. It’s him and his Sex Pistols, gun proudly held up to his face mid-fight. Your admiration translates onto the paper. He can practically feel the care you put into the lines he traces with his fingers.

Mista is so lucky to have you.

— LEONE ABBACCHIO

♡ Abbacchio mostly lets you do your thing, choosing to give you space while the ink from your pen flows across the paper. He likes giving you “me time” so you can fully focus on your work.

♡ Other times, when he’s either run out of things to distract himself with or when he feels the passage of time is too slow for his liking, he pulls up a chair beside you. He doesn’t opt for much conversation. Abbacchio is content with simply being at your side and watching you.

♡ He feels at peace. You and your drawings are just so… mundane, in a good way. They offer a direct contrast to his chaos-filled job as a gangster, which often gets to a point that frustrates Abbacchio. Watching you enjoy pursuing your artistic endeavors reminds him that you are his anchor, the wonderful part of his life that is refreshingly normal.

It’s been twenty minutes since Abbacchio heard your frustrated groan and the shuffling of paper, ten minutes since he heard the screeching of your chair against the floor, and seven minutes since you settled back on the kitchen table. He glances up from his place at the fridge and sees an assortment of pages sprawled around you, some left completely disregarded away from arm’s length. Should he even ask?

“Leone, I hate doing paperwork. It’s so unnecessarily complicated.” You huff and scowl and scribble away your frustrations. “And they expect me to pay to process this? I legally have to fill it out.”

Abbacchio walks towards you and notices that the very paperwork you complain about is the one across the table and you are, instead, drawing on a loose leaf sheet of paper.

“You know, you’re gonna rip that if you keep pressing so hard,” he teases, standing beside you.

“I know, I know. I’m just really annoyed. I thought maybe sketching would help me blow off some steam.”

It takes Abbacchio four minutes to silently take a seat next to you. He’s quite amused with your sketches. He knows you’re not putting your full effort onto them, but he thinks they’re cute.

Fragments of your pink eraser are wiped away, discarded on the floor. The sharpie in your hand makes faint noises as it is dragged across the page and Abbacchio takes it all in. Your face has softened by now, growing expectant when you show him your work and content when he mutters in praise.

It doesn’t take any longer for Abbacchio to become aware of your relaxing effect on him, a soft smile displaying itself at the feeling.

— PANNACOTTA FUGO

♡ Similar to Abbacchio, Fugo likes to watch you draw from time to time. He does, however, develop an interest in creating art so the two of you can share a common hobby.

♡ He picks up a couple of art books, from the ones that show basic pencil strokes and shading techniques to the step by step children’s guides. He fills them all out and practices when he’s alone (he’s too embarrassed to admit what he’s doing) which leads to many crumpled wads of paper littering his desk.

♡ One day, Fugo pulls out a loose sheet of paper and doodles a quick little animal. He nudges it in your direction and despite his nonchalant exterior, you can tell by the way he avoids meeting your eyes that he hopes it has gained your approval.

Your boyfriend absolutely loves Friday evenings.

As soon as he hears the jingling of your keys and the creaking of the front door, Fugo is at your side offering to take your bag for you. Dinner is already made and the table is set, all that’s left is for the both of you to enjoy your meals. Fugo listens to your work stories, letting you ramble on about your day. He actively pays attention and contributes quips here and there even though he's been waiting all day to show you what he can do.

While you offer to wash up the remaining dishes, Fugo sets both sketchbooks and an array of colored pencils down on the dinner table for your weekly "art night". It's almost embarrassing how excited he is to show you how much he's improved; he feels like a child presenting a macaroni necklace to their parents. He just hopes it comes out right and doesn't piss him off.

"What are you making tonight?" You have already taken a seat across from him and have begun mindlessly dragging a pencil across the page.

"Not sure yet." Fugo shrugs nonchalantly and tries to hide the fact that he's been practicing this specific drawing of your favorite animal. Maybe you hadn't noticed the crumpled up papers hidden in the trash bin.

Fugo is almost done, except for the stupid eyes that just don't look right. He knows he's followed the book's directions, he has them memorized word for word, but he just can't make his hands do it. By now you've noticed his frustrated face and excessive erasing.

"Let me take a look, Fugo."

Before he can even say no, his work is now in your hands.

"It's not even that good, you know." He looks away cool, pretending not to care but the blush rising to his face betrays him. He hates disappointing you.

But instead of a grimace, Fugo sees a wide smile on your face that he swears will be the end of him. "It looks great! You're such a quick learner, babe. It looks like it has a lazy eye, but I think it makes it even cuter!"

Fugo strives for perfection in nearly all of his work, but if lopsided eyes will make your smile widen just a little bit more, he will gladly mess up any drawing for you.

— NARANCIA GHIRGA

♡ Narancia is fascinated with your talent. How are you so good at making all those drawings? You make it look so easy that he can’t help but shout out compliments.

♡ He’s the type of person who asks you to draw things for him. Not complicated pieces; Narancia is content with literally anything as long as you make it for him. He just likes your drawings and wants to see everything in your style!

♡ You made a little sketch of him once and presented it as a gift. You shyly insisted it wasn’t your best work and that it was just a little something you whipped up as a warm up, but it made Narancia tear up. He’s kept it in his wallet ever since.

There was nothing quite as frustrating as having all your supplies out and ready to use only to realize you have no idea what to make. It’s so frustrating that even Narancia took immediate notice of your slouched form and furrowed brow, coming to the oh-so-elusive conclusion that something was bothering you.

“What’s wrong, cutie? Why the long face?” He pulls up a stool next to you expecting to see another one of your beautiful works only to find you staring holes into a blank piece of paper.

“I just… I don’t know what to draw,” you sigh, running a hand over your face. “I got a sudden burst of motivation to make something but I don’t know how to start, I guess.”

Of all the reactions he could have made, you weren’t expecting him to laugh. His small giggles are teasing and even though it’s at your expense, you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face as you try to glare at him.

“It’s not funny, you know,” you pout.

“I’m sorry, you're just so silly. You can draw anything, why are you struggling to pick? Just draw Aerosmith.” He looks at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’ve drawn Aerosmith too much. I wanna make something different.”

“Not enough! Never enough!” He’s jumped out of his seat by now and you can see the faint glow of the little bomber plane manifesting behind Narancia. He quickly maneuvers the stand around the room, mimicking shooting noises along with the movements of the plane. It’s incredible how much he reminds you of a little kid just having fun.

There’s no way you can deny him his request, so the next hour or so is spent making little sketches of Aerosmith in action.

— BRUNO BUCCIARATI

♡ Bucciarati is your #1 supporter! His compliments are so sweet and welcoming that you find yourself trailing behind him as soon as you finish a piece so you can hear how proud he is of how it turned out.

♡ Whether or not you sell your art is irrelevant to him; he constantly asks for commissions. He requests specific details (“Make it monochrome”, “Add some flowers somewhere, please”, “I’d like a sunset”) but leaves lots of creative freedom to you. Despite your insistence to not charge him, claiming that you were unhappy with the results or that you simply wished to gift it to him, he does not falter and pays you a hefty rate for your work.

♡ Bucciarati buys you art supplies from all over the world. He uses his extensive connections to get you all kinds of materials, from French easels to Japanese stationery, nothing is enough for his precious s/o. He definitely gets you the best drawing tablet on the market to give you a hand with digital art.

Dates with Bucciarati are some of your favorite moments in the world because of how amazingly caring he is. He is a traditional gentleman, showing up at your place with a bouquet of flowers, opening the car door for you, and extending an arm for you to hold on to while you walk through the streets of Venice. He pays for your meals when you go out to eat and a smug smile adorns his face when he sees your overwhelmed expression when you realize the bill was in the triple digits for the night. Bucciarati loves that expression.

Bucciarati also loves spoiling you. On one of these dates, you notice a medium-sized box laying on the front passenger seat, your usual spot. It is wrapped in minimalistic white paper and topped with a cute golden bow and you can’t help but pick it up to examine. “What’s this?”

“It's a gift, darling. For you.” Bucciarati smiles at your curious face before stepping inside the car. He pats the seat beside him, motioning you to accompany him. “You can open it right now if you’d like.”

You give him a lovingly wary look; it was not uncommon for his gifts to be expensive and it made you feel bad sometimes that he invested his money into you. Curiosity got the better of you, however, and after some hesitation, the white paper was carefully discarded onto the car floor. Once you take a good look at the gift, your eyes go wide.

“They’re oil paints,” Bucciarati states. “I especially commissioned them from Belgium. They were made with the finest ingredients they had to offer, so make sure to make a special masterpiece with them.” Arms are flung to envelop Bucciarati into a tight hug, with some Thank you, thank you! being thrown around in a loving shout.

[lucenties]

your blog is so pretty !!! and i love your works btw :)

thank you so much, it really means a lot to me that people like this blog 😭 💗

[lucenties]

Can I request headcanons from Bruno, Leone and Avdol, doing it with their s / o for the first time? 😳 the reader is an insecure chubby, who was afraid that he would not like his body

first time with a chubby s/o

I think I might have gotten a bit carried away here, but I really enjoyed writing this since I'm chubby too!

I atually already wrote a similar prompt for abbacchio (with a virgin s/o) that you can find here, so I only added on to that on this post.

bucciarati, avdol, abbacchio ; fem!chubby!reader

⤷ fluff, smut

cw: sexual content, oral sex mentions (receiving), fingering, body insecurities, rough sex, feminine nicknames

! 18+ CONTENT BELOW !

— BRUNO BUCCIARATI

▷ Bucciarati takes the time to give you the textbook definition of a perfect first time together, as cliché as it may be. As he places one hand on the nape of your neck and caresses your thick waist with the other, he leans forward for a soft kiss. The taste of champagne lingers in your mouth when he kisses you deeply and you can feel soft, velvety rose petals flush against your back when he lays you down on the bed. You can barely hear the faint sounds of jazz over the thrumming in your ears when Bruno lightly drags his fingers over your shoulder blades, across your chest, past your hips, and over your thighs.

▷ Wanting to express his ardent love for you in a physical manner and in order to drive home the message that there is no need for you to be insecure, Bruno focuses on worshipping your body during foreplay. He begins by leaving open kisses on your neck and breasts, taking the time to circle around your nipples a few times just to elicit a small moan from you before moving down to your stomach. His hands do not leave your body. They rub and lightly squeeze every part of you and when Bruno removes his mouth from your skin with a pop, he looks up at your face to tell you he can't wait to make you his. 

▷ Bruno insists on having you ride him to get it through your head that he can handle you. Although there are protests on your part, unsure if he will think you're too heavy and regret it, he dismisses them all and assures you that nothing will lower his already high opinion of you. With a soft smile, he nudges your legs apart and guides you onto his lap. He rubs himself slowly against your folds as he pecks at your face and after asking, "Are you ready?" he lifts you up and slowly sinks you down on his shaft. Although his main goal is to demonstrate that you aren't as heavy as you think you are, Bruno is absolutely delighted at the sight and the feel of you bouncing on his dick. 

▷ He is conscious of your fears, so he makes sure all his touches are firm but gentle. Even when his hips are pushing into you at a deliciously fast pace, he holds you in a sweet embrace. Bruno lists off compliments like a symphony, each one laced with care and adoration and you can practically feel the love radiating from his body.

▷ "There's no need to be embarrassed, my love." He chuckles at your face filled with pleasure and pulls out from you, instead letting his fingers slide back inside and pump back and forth. "There's no way I'm letting you go after knowing how amazing you feel. You look especially breathtaking under me." Despite the dimmed lights and your squirming, he can make out the heat rise to your cheeks.

▷ In an attempt to coax you out of being shy, Bruno will let go of any inner restraints and will be vocal during your experience. With every bounce of your boobs, he lets out shaky breaths and is ready to put his mouth to use on your nipples again, sucking and running his teeth along the perky buds. He becomes entranced with the jiggling of your ass and thighs and he runs his hands over your stretch marks while whispering a mix of curses and praises. And when he feels you tighten up on his dick after a brush past your g-spot, a hiss and a moan follow your own cries of pleasure.

▷ When he's close to climaxing, Bruno's thrusting speeds up and his praises come out as semi-coherent mumbles. He reaches down to rub circles into your clit, slick with your juices to get you to your release. As soon as he hears your high-pitched moans of pleasure from cumming, he lets out a final, loud groan and an "I love you, princess."

— MOHAMMED AVDOL

▷ Avdol is most likely more nervous than you are. At first, he avoids direct eye contact out of embarrassment, but he can’t deny how excited he is to be with you for the first time. He pulls you close to him and lifts your face into a kiss, steadily growing in fervor and passion. Pressed against his chest, you can feel his heartbeat increasing and when he begins sliding your top off, you take notice of the slight shake in his hands as he fumbles with your bra straps. Strangely, it makes you feel less nervous to see he cares about you enough to worry about accidentally upsetting you.

▷ He isn’t a virgin, but he’s also not very experienced so the sex is probably very vanilla. Avdol focuses on verbal communication and making sure you’re comfortable with everything he does. He repeats his “I love you”s more than once: when undressing you, while dragging kisses over your chubby stomach, and as he roams his large hands over your body, pinching and squeezing to his heart's content. Your first time together will be in missionary; he loves watching your face contorted in pleasure with every stroke on your sweet spot.

▷ “You are absolutely stunning, [Y/N],” he groans out, sweetly smiling down at you. “Are you doing alright? I really hope you’re enjoying this.” He pauses his movements for a moment to brush the hair away from your face and to leave a soft peck on your round cheek. “There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’ll take care of you.”

▷ Avdol absolutely loves the feeling of being buried to the hilt in your pussy. He slowly pushes himself into you, inch by inch, until he’s completely bottomed out before slowly, almost completely pulling out, only to do it all  over again. After hearing your desperate pleas for more, he becomes more confident and increases his pace, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. When you wrap your legs around him and he feels your thick, plush thighs squeezing him, Avdol swears he’s about to go crazy.

▷ Although he was hoping his carefulness and affection would help you feel more comfortable in your own body, in a bold move, Avdol has you flipped over onto your stomach before guiding you up on all fours. He nestles himself back inside and the way your ass jiggles with every stroke is so enticing that he reaches out to grab it; one hand grips your waist in an attempt to steady it in place while the other is kneading your ass. He feels himself getting lost in how good you make him feel as he pounds away at your tight cunt.

▷ You being vocal turns him on so much. He takes your cute whimpers and needy moans as a sign that you’re feeling less shy and it makes him so happy; he is almost giddy when you let out a particularly loud moan. It fills him with a sense of pride, knowing that he’s the cause. In hopes to elicit more noises, Avdol whispers a rush of sweet praises into your ear, complimenting you. Each one is accented by a particularly hard thrust that has you mewling in delight.

▷ When Avdol feels himself close to finishing, he reaches out for your hand and intertwines his finger into yours. His thrusts become fast and sloppy, focusing on trying to chase his high. Whenever he cums, he buries his face into your neck and lets out a final shout of your name mixed with a throaty groan. He is almost embarrassed at the tenderness of the moment contrasted with his submission to carnal pleasure.

 

— LEONE ABBACCHIO

▷ Abbacchio can relate to your insecurities. Although his demons are more abstract, he completely understands how shitty they can make you feel. At times, he was convinced he was being selfish for wanting to be with you despite his issues and he couldn’t help but feel as if he was manipulating you into seeing him as a good person; he was unworthy of such. These feelings continue to bubble in the back of his mind when both your shirts are discarded on the floor. Yet when he hovers over your chubby body, arms hung across your chest and stomach in shame, he visibly softens and decides it’s up to him to make you feel like the prettiest person in the world.

▷ He becomes obsessed with your thighs. Although Abbacchio was never a huge fan of eating his partner out, there was something about the feel of your soft, squishy thighs wrapped around his head and the way your hands shoot up to tug at his hair when he tongue-fucks you just right that makes him stay down there. He leaves wet, open mouth kisses on your inner thighs, nipping here and there before blowing cool air on them to watch the goosebumps rise on your skin with a smirk on his face.

▷ “Are you still hiding from me?” Abbacchio lifts his head from between your legs, a vaguely annoyed look on his face. Your arms hang across your stomach and chest in an attempt to cover them up. “Don’t you get it yet?” He gently tugs them away and places them around his neck instead as he hovers over your vulnerable body. “There’s no one else I’d wanna be doing this with.”

▷ Abbacchio prefers to go rough on you once he sees you can take it. He has you on all fours, pounding into you in front of a full-size mirror. Swiftly, he grabs a fistful of your hair and lightly tugs your head up so you can see the filthy way he defiles you in your reflection. “Take a look, babe. You’re gorgeous,” he smirks, leaning down to press a sweet kiss into your head before going back to turning you into a total slut.

[lucenties]

Oooh I see your fav is Joseph and I've been so soft for him lately so I'd like to drop a request! Fic or headcanons, idc, whatever comes to ya! And female or neutral reader, if that matters? Reader has been subject to wearing the training mask, just like Joseph, but is handling it horribly. And Joseph finds them hiding somewhere to stress cry, because they don't want anyone to think they're weak? 🥺 (but now they're double embarrassed cuz their crush caught them crying?)

— training woes

such a cute concept I love it!

battle tendency!joseph x gn!reader

⤷ fluff, slight angst (lack of self confidence)

⤷ 1.2k words

You always knew becoming a hamon master would mean you would have to endure hellish training. Every day you took blow after blow that was thrown at you, putting every single bit of your skill on the table so that Lisa Lisa could finally see that you were ready to go out and battle on your own. It was painful, yet the years worth of bruises and sore muscles were nothing compared to the tightening growing in your chest when Caesar emerged from the oil-slick hellhole, shortly followed by Joseph.

It just wasn’t fair.

You always expected Caesar to finish his trial long before you; he was already growing proficient in his Hamon training upon your arrival on Air Supplena Island. Although you’ve always worked your butt off, it was thanks to his support that Lisa Lisa even considered giving you the training mask. He never turned down your request to be a sparring partner, even if he went easy on you most of the time, and despite his own training, he always gave you pointers on how to improve.

Joseph, however, was a prodigy. In the short time that he spent on the island, he managed to conquer the very pillar that took the lives of many previous hamon users. He never seemed to let anything get him down; even when things didn’t go his way and his sharp tongue got the best of him, his wit and skill managed to get him out of any situation. Conquering the Hell Climb Pillar was only his most recent accomplishment. This was only the beginning. His skill was impressive and he was so cool in your eyes; he was everything you only dreamed of being. 

He confused you. On one side, you couldn’t help but feel intimidated and slightly jealous of his abilities and his knack for quick learning. On the other hand, that same skill and resiliency is what led you to look up to him and strive to become better. Although Caesar was your go-to for help with training, with Loggins and Messina assisting here and there, you couldn't bring yourself to ask Joseph for help. Feeling too weak in comparison, shame always seemed to overcome you and pulled you away from even asking for his help. You not only looked up to him, Joseph had you head over heels and wrapped around his finger without even realizing it. However, the attraction you felt towards him and the fear of disappointing him were too great to allow yourself to get too close to him.

"You have to move faster if you want to gain the upper hand against the Pillar Men, [Y/N]." Despite Lisa Lisa's corrections, the balls of hamon launched your way were only narrowly being avoided, if not crashed into you entirely. 

Stamina training was harsh, especially with the mask latched on your face restricting your air flow. You managed to redirect some of the energy away from yourself in an effort to catch your breath, yet the orbs kept coming, each leaving aches in your body that were sure to be felt tomorrow. 

"You have to push yourself!" your mentor shouted, taking note of the slight improvement in your form. The stinging, wet feeling in your eyes only grew stronger the more her corrections were thrown at you. Despite the pain, you did your best to step out of the way and focused what little energy you had left on dodging the attacks.

"You're doing pretty great, [Y/N]!"

Just like that, the single thread of motivation you were hanging on ripped. Joseph's voice was meant to be encouraging, but the thought of your crush seeing you in such a weak state, not being able to overcome such a simple task, hindered your concentration. A last concentrated bit of hamon rammed against your leg, knocking you over. With a sigh and sympathy in her eyes, Lisa Lisa reached out a hand to help you stand up.

Without even waiting for her dismissal and with a quick mutter of gratitude, you scurried off towards the center of the island and turned the nearest corner. Making sure you were alone, you slid down the wall, the tears finally spilling as you wallow in despair.

You were never going to reach the end of your training. What felt like an eternity spent learning how to channel hamon, practicing how to wield it, and surpassing the stamina techniques was beginning to seem like a waste. It was a waste of Lisa Lisa's time and it was a waste of potential on your part. Now that a new trainee had arrived, far better in every aspect, you began to feel as though there was no point in continuing your trials. Between your blubbering cries muffled in between your legs and the ringing in your ears from exhaustion, you failed to notice the figure closing in on you. 

"There you are. Lisa Lisa was concerned when you ran off like— hey, why are you crying?" Again, Joseph's voice only acted as a trigger for your panic. Your head shot up in surprise and mild disbelief. Every single attempt on your part to avoid him seeing you in such a weak state proved to be not enough. It was almost certain his opinion of you shattered in the instant he looked into your sore, bloodshot eyes.

And yet, he slid down on the wall beside you and laid a hand on your shoulder. 

"You did pretty good back there," he looked away, still keeping his hold on you. It was firm but not tight, a silent assurance. "The way you held yourself against Lisa Lisa was pretty impressive."

"Yeah right." A mix between a scoff and a squeak leaves your throat. Rolling your eyes, you feel the heat in your cheeks rising at the thought of being pitied. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"I'm serious!" This time, Joseph opts for placing your hands in between his and lifting them up towards him. "Even though you weren't able to avoid her attacks, you took each hit like a champ, and there were a lot of hits," he teases. "Lisa Lisa wasn't holding back, either. I saw fire in your eyes that shook me to my core."

At his praise, you finally look up to meet his gaze and you feel a twinkle in your eyes. The heat on your cheeks doubles, and this time it is because you realize this is the closest you've ever been to him. Joseph lets a hand go to reach it up to his head, scratching at it awkwardly. "Don't stare at me like that, it's kinda weird…" he chuckles jokingly.

Wiping away the tears from your face, the tightness in your chest subsides. Joseph stands up and extends an arm to help you up. Without a second thought, you engulf him in a hug that holds all the things you wish you could tell him. His chest rumbles with a hearty laugh and you feel his arms tightly wrap around your smaller frame, offering a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

"Thank you." It's muffled in his shirt. You find comfort in his smell, sharp and sweet but not overwhelming.

For now, it'll have to do.

[lucenties]

Hi!! Can I request some nsfw headcanons for Abbacchio and his virgin fem s/o if thats okay? Thanks so much🦋💕

virgin s/o's first time

my first nsfw request, thank you! of course :)

abbacchio ; fem!reader

⤷fluff, smut

cw: sexual content, oral sex mentions (giving and receiving), degradation, dirty talk, fingering, corruption kink, rough sex, feminine nicknames

! 18+ CONTENT BELOW !

♡ Abbachio is very vocal about what he wants you to do so you can feel less nervous about whether or not you’re doing something wrong. Preferring to take the lead, he will give you quick instructions and pointers along with a string of praises since he knows you’re a good girl who listens well. “You’re doing a good job for me, princess. Use a little less teeth and wrap your tongue around my dick." Silencing a moan, he will rub your head and wrap it around your hair while you take him in your mouth, softly guiding you up and down his shaft.

♡ Abbachio will call you dirty, degrading names without meaning to. You take it like a good little whore should. What a cute bitch. Your tongue is out as if you were a prostitute. When he realizes this he slows his pace and looks into your eyes, apologizing profusely if he hurt your feelings with promises to watch his mouth. If you let him know you liked the dirty talk, however, he smirks and praises you for being such a buona puttana.

♡ In order to live up to any expectation you may have had, he will drag things out as long as he can to make everything more pleasurable for you. Foreplay will be intense with him, dragging his hands lightly across your thighs, kissing a trail from your neck to your chest, and drawing circles around the sensitive area of your clit all at the same time. He has you whimpering and sighing in pleasure without even having to strip himself down. It gives him a tiny ego boost seeing you so flustered before having reached the anticipated activity.

♡ At the sight of your face flushed in pleasure, eyes teary and mouth slacked, Abbacchio realizes he has a corruption kink. When he thinks about how he’s the one who gets to devour you for the first time and possibly even train you into his own perfect cumslut, he feels himself almost ready to burst. He wants you to become a whore who will immediately drop her panties at his command, but your shy moans and cries from pleasure you're not accustomed to are good enough for him. At least for now.

♡ Despite wanting nothing more than to feel release, he will make sure you get off first. He knows it’s your special time and he doesn’t want to ruin it by cumming before you get the chance to. If he feels he will cream himself, he pulls out and uses a mixture of his mouth and his fingers to bring you to the same point as him, right on the edge of climax. The sight of you squirming under his touch while his digits pump in and out of you is almost too much for him to bear.

♡ Knowing that you’re a virgin, he tries to be very gentle as to not hurt you and verbally checks up on you to make sure you’re handling things well. He fights his need to tenderly make love to you with his urge to ravish you completely, switching from lightly kissing your neck to urgently sucking on the soft skin of your chest. Eventually, if he sees you can take it, he ends up succumbing to carnal pleasure and fucks you roughly into the mattress, enjoying the high-pitched squeals that can’t help but leave your mouth.

[lucenties]

Hey there! May I request a P4 Jotaro, Josuke and Rohan’s reaction to a reader that really loves astronomy? Thanks!

an s/o who loves astronomy

this is such a cute request! <3 astronomy is one of the most interesting scientific fields in my opinion!

⤷ jotaro, josuke, rohan ; gn!reader

— JOTARO KUJO

♡ Seeing as he too has a passion for a scientific field, Jotaro will understand why you love astronomy. Having an academic interest like that makes you even more attractive to him and he will feel so proud of his S/O for being such a smart little cookie.

♡ While he will never admit to having such thoughts, having you reach out to the sky while he flows down in the water makes him feel like you are two halves of a whole, like you really were meant to be together. It is a silly thought, he tells himself, with no type of reasoning, but it makes him happy, nevertheless. Hug him if you see him softly smiling with loving eyes while having these thoughts and he will silently embrace you, lightly kissing the top of your head.

♡ If you mention wanting to go somewhere special in order to witness a special event (like traveling north to witness the aurora borealis or heading to a more isolated spot where you can enjoy a meteor shower), Jotaro will make it happen. Even if he has to make various phone calls or go through different channels with the help of the Speedwagon Foundation, he will ignore any protest on your part in order to take you wherever you want

— JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA

♡ Josuke used to see the sky as just a bunch of air and the stars as little lights in the night, never really paying too much attention to it all. Seeing you get so enthusiastic about your hobby allows his interest in it to pique. He now takes time to actually look up and think about the vastness of the universe and even though it makes his head hurt sometimes, he finds peace in seeing you every time Sirius shines and Venus rises.

♡ He will encourage you to go on a rant and teach him about different phenomena under the guise of wanting to learn more so he can relate to you, and although that’s true, he mostly just likes hearing your fervor-laden explanations. It starts off as a simple question like How big is the sun? in order to get you going but as you’re answering his question and jumping around similar topics, he isn’t really trying to catch up with you. He’s more interested in the liveliness in your eyes and the amazement that drips from your words.

♡ Josuke finds himself drawn to moon whenever he’s away from you. With him busy chasing after the serial killer plaguing Morioh and you taking care of your own life, it’s not always possible to spend much time with your boyfriend. On nights he feels especially lonely, he will grab a blanket and head outside to stare up at the moon. It reminds him of you and helps him feel a little bit closer.

— ROHAN KISHIBE

♡ Picking out your first big gift is very easy for Rohan: he gets you an expensive telescope. Money isn’t an issue for him, so he wants to spoil you, but he also wants to get you something meaningful and unique. He eagerly awaits beside you as you unbox your gift, waiting for the sight of your eyes widening and mouth opening in true surprise once you see your name engraved on the sleek side of the stargazing tool.

♡ He will try incorporating your love of astronomy into your dates. You want to go out this weekend? Time to visit a natural science museum with an observatory! Do you wanna take a break from staying indoors and have a different kind of date? Rohan will insist on taking you to a hilltop to stargaze and have a midnight picnic, using Heaven's Door to make anyone else in the vicinity go away so you two can enjoy your date uninterrupted.

♡ You manage to spark Rohan’s inspiration for a special chapter of Pink Dark Boy, his manga. He spends some extra time on it than he usually would (still finishing inhumanely quickly, however) in order to make sure it is perfect. He releases the story in between chapters in which the characters go to space, dedicating it to his dear S/O in an author’s note.