Ranking the Thumb based on how likely each member is to beat you (their wife):
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Tw: pseudocest, age gap, abuse
1) Valencina
She has a very bad temper and you happen to be a very convenient outlet for that anger. Don't want to repeat myself over and over again about how her upbringing and fall from grace contributes to her being extra violent towards you the more she loves you, but this is a large reason why she is the most aggressive towards you despite (or really because of in her case) your position as wife to her. Should be noted though that if you were her lover prior to her involvement with the Thumb, she would be significantly less violent with you and would probably rank below Katriel
2) Denis
Denis isn't very likely to take his stress from the day out on you by beating you, so he places lower than Valencina. However, he absolutely will hit you as a means of discipline if you disappoint him or do something he doesn't like, and since he is seen enjoying firing his gun in his battle sprites in Ruina, I imagine he has some pretty strong bloodlust that extends outside of just shooting. Since he's self-centered, I also think he may be easier to displease than the others, which contributes to him hitting you more. I don't think he would beat you to death, but he wouldn't let you off easy just for being his wife, and he might hit you harder than the others because of his preferences and personality
3) Kalo
Also a man who probably isn't going to take his anger out on you but still will hit you if he 'needs' to. He isn’t particularly aggressive despite being so prideful, so although he will deliver a hit hard enough to remind you who's in charge and that he could hurt you bad if he wanted to, he's not going to take it much further than that at least in terms of direct physical violence when you displease him. Despite his high standards, you may even be able to convince him to lighten your punishment by profusely apologizing, changing it to being something like kneeling for an extended period of time or copying down excerpts of Thumb manuals on respect by hand. Although he, like Denis, isn’t all that affectionate, he will take you to checkups with Thumb physicians and treat your injuries if they’re likely to have a significant long term impact on you as well
4) Katriel
Definitely is capable of becoming disappointed with you if you violate her rules, but she has a bit of understanding especially if you apologize. She will still hit you, but she’ll probably get it treated quickly, and she won’t show frustration even if you continue to repeat the mistake. She will hit you again, of course, but she treats it as if it was the first time you did it and hopes no grudges. She will be having a serious conversation with you about why you keep messing up though. Not a super hard hitter though (by choice) and not even the most frequent one plus if you catch her at the right time she may miss that you even disrespected her and she ‘needs’ to hit you for it, allowing you to get away unscathed
5) Boris
Very devoted to Thumb style discipline so if you’re acting up he’s hitting you to make you act right. I think he’s more affectionate than the above so he’s not as easy to upset, but he isn’t super likely to back down when he’s decided to punish you. He will however remove his metal knuckles before beating you since he does love you as his wife and would not want to lose you. If he starts swinging with them on it means he wants someone dead and nothing less. Ranks below Katriel because I think he is a bit more prone to letting his emotions prevent him from hitting you, sparing you from some beatings. I do think he may hit harder than Katriel does depending on the infraction, but this is about how often he would hit you and not how brutally he would. I will say though that he does hold back enough to avoid breaking bones and while I don’t think he would entirely avoid the head, he would probably just slap your cheek at most if he were to aim there
6) Lei Heng
Will get angry and may be rough with you when you disrespect him/his rules for you as a means of discipline when others are watching, but generally his extreme favor to you as his wife would outweigh that. Of course, he doesn’t want you outright insulting him in public and will intimidate/humiliate you for doing so, but he likely wouldn’t outright hit you whether in public or in private. Maybe he’ll drag you by your wrist or grab your throat, which could cause some bruising, but he isn’t going to break your arm or hand or try to strangle you, and he will likely choose to punish you in a way that doesn’t include physical violence
7) Lucio
Big it depends here. As long as Valencina is around and she doesn't order him to, he will pretty much never hit you, since he's a very passive and inactive man. If he outlives her though, it may change a bit, since I could see him developing a bit of bloodlust over time as he gets more involved with the Thumb. However, I think there are circumstances where he would largely be submissive towards you, primarily being ones in which you are his mom and Valencina’s wife but you pursued him despite that. He’s more used to doing as you say here, so he will mostly continue to do that, with him only starting to get more aggressive if you’re more removed, like being his mom but not having been a willing participant in the relationship. He still isn’t super quick to hit you since he does love you lots, but he may do it in extreme circumstances, thinking of it as being like spanking a kid. I don’t think he loves it though, and he ranks the lowest because although the chance isn’t always 0 he will generally show slightly more empathy towards you and there’s circumstances wherein he wouldn’t even express negative thought towards you let alone hit you. At max he could rank about between Katriel and Lei Heng I think, since he’s more willing to hit you than Lei Heng but he can be convinced not to unlike Katriel
After Everything I've Done for You - Yandere Limbus Company x Fem!Reader Part 3
Pairings include Valencina x Fem!Reader, Lei Heng x Fem!Reader, and Lucio x Fem!Reader.
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TW: Noncon fingering, forced exhibitionism, adoptive incest, mentioned sexual slavery, adult children, forced relationship, age gap, objectification, canon has been thrown out the window
Thank you for the continued support for the second chapter and also the well wishes! This part's a little slower since it's a set up for the later plot but hopefully you enjoy!
Part I, Part II, Part III
Once, twice, thrice...you pierced smooth, taut skin with metallic tines, each thrust accompanied by the quiet, internal pop of splitting membrane. Viscous gold spilled out from between the frilled slit in the aftermath of penetration, instantly staining the transparent whites pooling underneath. The ceramic cradling the eggs began to vibrate as you relentlessly whipped its contents to foam with sunshine. Seeing such, you stationed the bowl with a firm hand, pouring cream inside as you sought for a sweeter, more palatable product.
Now sliding your fingers into mitts, you immediately took notice of how the bulky cotton quilt diminished your dexterity. It was of little concern however, for unlike the battlefields that the gloves of those living alongside you had to navigate, all that had to be weathered of the oven was the searing heat. Thus, once the bacon and assortment of vegetables sizzling across the glass you'd just retrieved was verified as having reached the desired level of doneness, you sprinkled a layer of cheese over top as well as the prepared egg mixture, before sliding the dish back into the oven and readjusting the heat.
Then, you made your way over to the fridge, retrieving the croissants and ciabatta you'd baked the night before. You arranged the breads onto a tray to slide into the oven as well once they'd been cut with the bread knife you'd pulled from one of the strips magnetized to the wall. Now, finally beginning on the beverages, you inserted a filter into the brew basket, before loading the machine with grounds and cold water to produce a fresh pot of coffee. Once you'd positioned a small saucepan of milk over low heat to accompany it, you stepped away.
Examining the produce stocked, you were enticed by the brightness and floral finish that the thick, dimpled orange skins glowing under the harsh, white chill of the refrigerator interior promised you. Warmly, you pulled them in to fit snugly between your arms before running them through water and then with a knife. Family filled the kitchen as if cued in by the juicing. At least, those of whom had the incentive and circumstances to sit beside their mother first thing in the morning.
Serving fathers first, you presented both Valencina and Rien with a slice of bacon and vegetable frittata atop their preference of toasted bread on pristine porcelain. Pausing at the dangling of a deep brown cigar body from in between Valencina's deadened fingers, you paused in your machinations to bring light to it. Then, with the rich toasted tobacco permeating the air in thick puffs of gray, you resumed in serving your children, placing a plate of eggs on toast before both. Now, you were moved onto beverages.
"Hey, Breeder, get another mug from now on. No more of that fruity shit."
"...Uh, another cappuccino? For...?"
"What for but the Textbook, Breeder?"
"Lucio? I…thought that he didn’t drink coffee.”
"He didn't, but that was because he was a kid."
"He's still our kid, isn't he? Him living like one— no, in the first place, it's not bad to drink juice still after becoming an adult! You haven't said anything about it until now, so suddenly changing things like this—"
“Oi, Breeder. The Textbook fill up your head along with your hole? The hell's got you all worked up?"
...
You felt your gut suddenly wrung of all its warmth by the twist of a penetrating chill. A wave of prickling heat flooded your face as the strength drained from your frame, chest caving and posture collapsing. Their stomachs in anticipation for their intended meals still, the surrounding gazes satisfied themselves with the spread of shame across your plush cheeks. Though there was none to constrict your throat, you felt it seize somehow, tightened to the point of trapping air in your lungs until it became heavy.
It felt as though the floor had begun to give under the weight of those words. As though they were anchors, both legs and mind locked in place now. That was, until a man's heavy hand dragged you from it, the rhythmic rapping of his solid knuckles against hard wood resonating throughout the room.
”Hwell now, darlin’! Miss me that much? Yer practically fallin’ out the door lookin’ all sweet and flustered!”
“…N—no! I’m…—!”
You flinched, catching a muscle jump beneath Lei Heng's stubble and his cinnamon eyes tight.
“…R—rude. I’m…so rude. I'm sorry.”
At that, he raised a hand, to which you were relieved upon realizing it was with the intent to pat.
“Ah, there, there. That’s my gal! Ya know I love seein’ ya like this. All soft and obedient…reminds me of the good ol’ days.”
...
Your neck stiffened, catching your breath as he gave your hair a playful, deliberate ruffle. The tug of your head by fingers now entangled throughout the tufts strangled a whimper from your now exposed throat as he tightened his grip between the strands.
“Still actin' the same after all these years, makin' those same cute little noises…makes a man wonder if ya missed him or just missed bein' told what to do.”
"I have...never thought to impose my own will upon my betters' ears. Disrespect is dangerous."
"...Hah! Smart gal."
You paused to ponder those words, though the deep-chested bellow of your husband cut through your concentration quickly, booming like thunder across the halls.
"Breeder, hurry your ass back over here with my milk! You want me to drink cold coffee?!"
You winced when Lei Heng did not release you still, seeming to savor in the way you would stiffen.
“Well, well, ain’t that precious? Sounds like someone’s missin’ the missus already. Reckon I could get some of that sweet hospitality?”
You thickly swallowed.
“A—ah...yes. Please, come in.”
Harsh, jagged huffs of oily smoke concentrated throughout the dining hall began to collide with the dark, bitter bite of roasted coffee suffusing the scene in such manner that it would crush any of the delicate warmth wafting from the comestibles offered with a sharp, uncompromising weight. Sensing so, you offered consolation to your son in the form of a fleeting brush of fingers against his as you leaned forward to place the coffee cup securely between his broad hands. The distance closed allowed him to catch the inviting aura of your scent, distinct enough to linger even as you withdrew from him to the table's other end. You were met with the sweet caress of gentle lips there.
“Thank you for the breakfast, darling. It smells delicious.”
"...Thank you, Rien. I'm happy to hear that you think so, but...you should try it first."
He chuckled lowly.
"Always so modest, my dear. Although it is one of the many things I love about you, that you're always the last to eat is quite pitiful."
Rien's hand came to rest heavy on your waist, delicate fingers tracing deliberate circles so slow as to send shivers down your spine. Though he had, at least, accepted your input and started on his meal prior to pulling you in for the fulfillment of his own desires. You thought to be grateful for that until, with a moment, passed the savory richness of creamy and buoyant custard-like eggs through your lips from his, the warmth lingering even in the absence of his kiss. Such a scene brought a lopsided smirk spreading across Lei Heng's lips.
"Ain't that just the sweetest goddamn thing? Feedin' your woman like she's a little bird! How domestic."
"Coddling a bird only makes it fat and lazy. You treat her like some delicate pet, praising and feeding her, it's no wonder she tries to fly away."
Rien laughed at Valencina's insensitive intrusion.
"…Hah. It is…a bird's nature to try to fly away when presented with a whipping post instead of a cage. Though it may be so that her constitution predisposes her to duty, it is also within the character of a man that the lover who should mother his children be the most pampered and precious in the world."
Valencina’s already stern expression turned severe upon seeing the gentle manner with which he tapped your nose.
"Hah? And how is it do you expect a cage to contain her when you cover it in gold instead of letting her see the steel? Gold doesn’t hold a bird who wants the sky.”
Rien hummed as he took your hand into a tender caress.
“That may Indeed be so, Valencina, but for the humble stations of husband and wife, contentment requires no freedom, only fullness. That she remains unruly in spite of all the discipline with which you have attempted to handle her…can only be testament to the fact that you are lacking in the seed with which to satisfy her.”
Valencina's expression burned bitterly with malice at the debasing barb to her biology.
“You suggest I withhold what she needs?”
Rien’s expression brightened with a smile.
“No. I merely observe that you lack the means to deliver it directly. It is quite fortunate that there is still among your company someone capable enough to carry out the duties you lack the ability to fulfill.”
A greasy, self-satisfied smile slid across Lei Heng’s face like a snail’s trail, your expression contorting into a cringe as he drawled.
"Hwell, now! Sounds like I'm bein' volunteered for the job. Can't say I'd mind takin' charge of the feedin' duties. If the bird is hungry, its owner ought to feed 'er."
"No, no. A charitable supposition, but I could never suggest such to a guest. Rest assured, you need do no such thing. Lucio has...proved quite prodigious in his handling of his mother."
...
“...Lucio? Well, slap my ass and call me a Sally! The boy’s finally been blooded! No wonder the lady’s been so quiet this morning.”
Lei Heng reached out to playfully tousle Lucio's freshly tamed hair, laughing raucously at the disheveled state of the tresses.
"Congratulations, kiddo! Ya finally popped the cherry! Though, suppose I shouldn't be callin' ya a kid no more, huh? Yer a man now! How was it? Did ya last long? Did she teach ya any tricks?"
Burning red, you thought to turn your face from the shame, but the sight of Lucio stiffened you. Knuckles taut around his knife and fork to the point of turning white, his posture stiff and still, it was, you thought, a dereliction of your motherly duties to abandon him in such circumstances. Thus, you stood your ground alongside him, the obligation to support your children as best you could even if it would produce no significant difference more meaningful to you than such a flimsy feeling as pride.
"It was...adequate. No incident so outstanding as to illicit excitement in being reported back."
"Fast, huh? Don't feel bad about it, Lucio, first times are like that. Hell, I cummed so fast with yer momma I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! Best few seconds of my youth."
Valencina scoffed.
"Hah! Pathetic! Seconds? That's not even long enough to get the job done right!"
"A man learns with time. I made it up to ‘er later."
Even as Lei Heng sighed, the swift sweep Lucio received from Valencina’s sharp gaze had you tense, especially as fork and plate collided in an overwhelming echo. Yet, strangely, somehow, Lucio paid the silver slipped from between his fingers no mind, looking up to Lei Heng with an expression carved of stone.
"You…lost your virginity to my mother? How did that happen?"
"Ain't that just common sense? Yer momma used to be the Thumb’s gal. Same as you, really, just earnin' 'er keep through fuckin’ instead o' fightin’ s’all. The Thumb's always dealt in business, not charity.”
...
"Though charming, your nostalgia is perhaps ill-timed. Our darling...belongs to the House of Spiders now, as both wife and mother. Her past with you— whatever it entails— belongs there, in the past."
Rien's hand held yours heavily, as though your entirety would slip through his fingers without an anchor. One by one, he delivered a squeeze so deliberate and a caress so meticulous it felt like a test to each extremity. Like he was verifying that all five fingers remained a part of you even in such adversity. Or, was he simply verifying that regardless of circumstance, he was still capable of crushing each? Valencina took a long drag of her cigar. She was sick of both.
"...That's right. And the Textbook belongs to me. So, answer me now. How long did you last?"
Lucio tensed, posture rigid before turning refined as he lowered his head in reverence. Though it was unbecoming of a son to detail matters concerning his mother to another, filially to one's father was a duty so heavy as to outweigh concepts as common as decency.
"Three seconds, master."
"...Hah. Fucking hell, you can barely get wet with that, let alone give a proper stretch. You expected to finish her off with those overstimulated nerves?”
Valencina slammed a palm against the table to push herself up from her seat, wood shaking all the while.
"Stop, Valencina!"
Somehow, strangely, you felt a jagged breath catch in your throat when that palm came cracking down on Lucio's face like lightning, as though the ability to expand had escaped your lungs. You attached yourself to her arm then, as though you thought that forcibly staying her hand could soothe her anger, but successful only in redirecting her wrath, the blunt blow of her fist into your ribcage sent you stumbling. At least, until you caught yourself.
"Stop? You demand I stop? I'll stop when you useless shits fucking learn! But how can a Textbook be expected to learn a thing when all you teach him is that it's okay to be a failure?!”
The angle with which she launched her second punch had you spiraling to the floor as it collided with your cheekbone. You were met with a boot to the ribs, hip, then shoulder lying there, each kick precise and punishing. As if the likes of you could ever hold influence over Valencina. She's a very strong woman.
“Easy now, ya don’t gotta kill the gal. A faked orgasm's a woman's mercy to a green horn. 'Course a kid can’t do it for 'er, you don’t gotta blame 'er for somethin' that ain’t entirely 'er fault."
Lei Heng drawled, his amusement having cooled now, though not enough to have risen from his seat.
"Mercy maybe, but one that isn't this bitch's to give! Lucky for me, I'm raising a soldier and not a wife. Textbook!”
Lucio snapped to attention then, stepping over your crumpled, battered body to bow before his betters. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips as he did, though the deep droplets of color were concealed by the already crimson carpet. Still, it was a position that allowed him to cast his gaze down upon you. Perhaps that was the appeal of acting according to the instructions of the Thumb.
"You’ve always been a worthless little shit. Without me, you couldn’t survive! The only good thing about you is that you know that, but it also makes you a completely useless fuck when you aren't getting spoon fed! Strip Breeder and put her on the table now! I'm going to show you how to handle a woman!"
You thought to protest until Lucio approached. He hadn't even wiped his split lip of the accumulated gore, letting his ruined visage loom above yours. Squeezing your eyes shut, you elected to center the experience around the warm richness of the butter-like leather rather than the way its supple grain peeled back at your clothes. Cheeks wet with the slick of tears and blood, you still couldn't help a whimper. Though the sheets you laid upon were so ornate now, it did little to conceal the unforgiving grain of timber underneath. It felt like you were among the many bodies under the Thumb again.
“Your cock is useless, so you'll have to do it with the fingers. Starting here.”
Your thoughts were broken by the presence of a leather thickened thumb pad crushing your clit, eyes open. Indeed, it seemed inaccurate to attribute such an experience to the life of a woman without motherhood. What was a mother but the body with which she bore children? Ah, but that's not good either. Lucio was your baby whether you'd birthed him or not. You shouldn't think things that would hurt him if he knew of them.
“This tiny little nub’s the first pleasure point. Needs steady pressure to make use of it. Press into it. Circle it!”
You let out a soft whine as she demonstrated, legs growing tense in Lucio's steady arms with the instinctual struggle to snap shut. Lei Heng's gaze remained heated on you still, lifting the corners of Rien's lips. It was only your daughter with the decency to respect your dignity, or at least the consideration to appear as such, for she'd averted her flushed face every time it had caught your gaze. You could comfort yourself with both sets of circumstances.
“No matter what breed of bitch she is, she'll respond well if you rear her right. Now you try.”
Your breath stuttered as your son's thumb came to rub against your clit, mimicking the motions of his father before him.
“More, Textbook! Don’t tickle her!”
Valencina slammed her fist into the back of his head, sending it snapping sharply to the side. Lucio was quick to compose himself still, despite the staggering. You were grinding up against the thumb compressing your clit now, thighs twitching as you choked on a sob of shameful pleasure. The pressure was devastatingly effective.
“Stop. You learned something. Now, kneel between her legs.”
A knot begin to form inside you as Lucio obeyed, knees flat against the floor and face level with your dripping core. The hot breaths fanning your sensitive folds sent shivers all throughout your body, culminating in a shudder when, suddenly, you felt yourself fill with the cool stiffness of leather. Valencina deliberately curled her fingers over the patch of nerves lining your ventral wall to draw out arousal that came spraying across Lucio's cheeks with practiced precision. Such sensation had him stiffening instinctually, then steadying himself soon after, gaze fixed on your leaking pussy as you squirmed underneath its weight.
"This is the second. Two inches in, on the front. You know what front is, don’t you, Textbook?”
Whines turned into whimpers as she stilled her movements, staying her fingers against your g-spot.
“…Under the belly, master.”
“Good. So, do it.”
Lucio's fingers soon filled the spot of left behind by his father's, or, at least, as best they could, for without the sensitivity that baring his flesh would afford him, he had naught to compensate for his lack of competence. Though it was, you thought, this leather hardening of their hands that numbed the men of his standing towards any sort of hesitation regarding how they would handle you, and, in a way, you were grateful for it. Gasping as Valencina struck him again, you hoped that, if anything, it would spare him from any sort of self-reproach as his clumsy fingers continued to prod around inside you in an increasingly ungainly manner. You did not wish to compound the hardship he'd already been forced to endure.
"Not there, Textbook. Here!”
You shrieked as she suddenly pushed down on the delicate flesh beneath your stomach, swollen patch of sensitive nerves sent bulging against Lucio's fingers. He dug the digits into it, your muscles convulsing around them so violently as to make your whole body spasm. Grimacing now, he ground deeper into the place where the most arousal had accumulated, punishing the spot so persistently as to have your toes curl as your face burned in shame.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
She removed her hand from your belly then, relieving you of the relentless pressure on your g-spot only for Lucio to come curling his fingers after the swollen, sensitive patch of nerves. Seeing such, she smirked now, returning her touch to your clit to resume her previous rubbing, all the while staying you by a firm grip of your thigh as you started to struggle. Though Lucio's own jaw tightened at the sight, he followed in his master's footsteps to steady you by a harsh pin to your leg.
“As long as you know how to act and when, you can overcome anything."
Her hand left your thigh to trail up to your breast.
"If you act weak, you'll be crushed accordingly, but if you act strong, you'll be the one crushing them. If you could understand me in the least, you should know that."
You screamed as she pinched your nipple, rolling the puffy peak roughly between dexterous fingertips. Suddenly, your entire body seized, spine bowing as fluid erupted from between your folds to soak both son and table below. Even in the aftermath of your orgasm, you spasmed still, walls continuing to contract rhythmically. Valencina gave you a meaningful look as you laid convulsing.
It was a look of contempt.
Only once all your family had gone and you had no one left to face did you finally find the courage to stand.
Could you write something about Valencina shooting Lucio’s dick off if you’re still taking requests? If not please ignore.
Hi there,
Old ass ask (very sorry for late reply) but context is this came right after I made some posts about I6TF Reader's past as a sex slave to the Thumb. In them, I detailed that the women who 'service' the Thumb wear collars of different colors to denote what rank of officers they are available for the use of and that the punishment for using a girl with a collar color indicating she is meant for the service of those with higher status being getting your dick shot off. As of entering the House of Spiders and meeting Lucio, you are no longer a sex slave, despite Valencina at times calling you a whore as a reference to your 'work' and saying that your body is all you're good for. However, if Lucio attempts to or succeeds at having a sexual encounter with you, she will carry out this same punishment of emasculation on him, and she will explain it away as being how the Thumb would punish its officers for the misuse of their sex slaves
It should be noted that, depending on the severity of the offense (for example fingering is much more severe than fondling), it is possible that just the balls get shot off or the genitalia gets mutilated in various other ways, but Valencina would be so extremely upset by Lucio doing anything with or to you that she would want both his dick and balls removed. This is partially due to her extreme internalized misogyny making her view Lucio's penis and testicles as some sort of strange 'advantage' he has over her and also due to her feeling deeply threatened over her control over him because he has shown his own will here by acting on his desire for you without having her consent, meaning that your influence on him was stronger than hers in this moment. She becomes extra angry if she actually does love you, as in I6TF, because not only does this interaction itself threaten the idea that you are a worthless and insignificant woman which is how she has been comforting herself and reaffirming that she could never love you, but this would also make her become incredibly jealous causing her to lash out even more and compound how insecure she feels over her status due to her feelings for you. That she feels this hurt and upset over someone else using you naturally makes her question if she really views you like any old object which she really doesn't want to do for her own pride, so she must take it out on others in order to feel like there are still people beneath her and she's on top in some way. It doesn't matter if the dick itself went that deep, because it is that deep to her
Now, if you are the kind of reader depicted in I6TF, you may feel compelled to bandage up Lucio for some reason after he has had his dick and balls removed. This reason may be that unless it was a non consensual encounter and Valencina had accepted her love for you, chances are that she would blame and beat the fuck out of you for it, which caused you to empathize and bond with Lucio. Whether he deserves the help from you or not, I am not sure because it really depends on how this sex occurred. No matter how it did occur however, Lucio may not be stopped, even with his dick gone.
This is generally what occurs if you at all desire any sort of encounter with you, which is the most likely scenario for sex to have ever occurred between you two in the first place. Lucio is someone who strongly lacks initiative, so although he is highly likely to fall in love with his mom, he is extremely unlikely to try to start a sexual encounter with you, especially since he is also very ashamed of his feelings for you since he's aware that it is...not exactly normal to want to sex your mom. He's trying to cling to his morals by not doing it. That being said, with how repressed he is, if you open the floodgates by making an advance towards him, he will fold pretty much immediately, and since this is so deeply ingrained into his psyche, he will continue to fold even after he has been punished severely by Valencina for it, even if that punishment includes removing his cock. I don't think that Valencina would have gotten the dick repaired at least for a long while to ensure that you wouldn't be getting any more sex from Lucio and to really teach him a lesson, but Lucio can very easily adapt by choosing to just finger you or eat you out depending on what you'd prefer. He can also be pegged with very little pressure, because he is that down bad for his mommy.
Now, if she catches you doing other sexual acts, she will simply punish you in other ways that force you to stop. However, if Valencina catches you pegging Lucio now, she's kind of out of options since she doesn't want to kill him, and thus in this scenario she will instead insult him for getting his guts rearranged like you, his mother, does in an attempt to shame him into stopping. This will be ineffective if you continue to try to have sex with him like that though, because it is more important to him to have sex with his mom than it is to preserve his dignity, so eventually, she will have to resort to giving a chastity belt to or restraining one or both of you
Synopsis: getting 🌶️with Lúcio NSFW but no mention of more than s$ns-ual stuff
Pairings: Lúcio Correia Dos Santos x asexual!reader
Content: slow, spice, cute, reassurance
Warnings: s$ns-ual stuff, 🌶️(if you don't like spice, don't read!)
Word count: 1 464
Proofread: kinda 🙈 (I ain't reading all that again)
ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 : Last part :D
You let your hands trail back up under his shirt. "Is this ok?" You whisper.
"Yes" he sighs in pleasure.
You look back at his face. He seems tired, but relaxed.
"Are you happy to be with me?" You ask as you gently touch his chest,
playing with every edge you find, his collarbones, his n/ppl3s, his ribs, his sides, his stomach, slightly towards his v lines. "You have no idea" He adds shuddering a bit under your touch. "Do you love me?" He asks. Looking at your hand raising his shirt on it's way. "Lúcio. I love you so much. I wouldn't mind ravaging you in the softest way possible, to make you feel as good as possible. Just say the word"
You earn a moan from him, the way you said it, you were meaning those words. And he knew he shouldn't dare you to act on it or he'll be stuck with you in a room for hours (not that he would mind).
You bite your lip looking back at him. "Damn, that was hot. You're hot". He leans toward you for a hungrier kiss at your words. Being able to speak this honestly between partners always made your body heat up. You also feel a bump between you two, and it's not coming from you. It had been hard (pun not intended) at first to feel comfortable with body reactions, but they are part of life, it doesn't mean it needs to be acted on. And you two never did anything, just letting it exist. Focusing on pleasing each other.
The DJ pushes his chest more into yours. "Remove your shirt please" you almost beg in between kisses. He chuckles but do as he's told "Can you remove yours? Please" he retaliate the question. "I want to feel you against me." You let out another moan at his words. Oh god. That was so exciting. You only felt your blood pumping faster and your cheeks heat up further more. "Me too..." You both part briefly to remove your own shirt, while your eyes are on each other's body. You let a slow exhale as you watch you lover's chest. It wasn't really that it was a nkd part. But more that you can feel it against you, how it fills your senses. And how much you can make your partner feel good by touching him. As he kiss you again, you push your chest against his. Letting a slight gasp at the skin to skin contact. Taking the time to feel each inch of his bare chest against yours. The way you both used your tongue in that kiss could almost be called outrageous, your hands on each side of his body, against the lockers.
After touching, kissing and complimenting each other for at least 30 minutes. You both finally come out of the changing room. Hand in hand, soft smiles on your face and ready for a nap.
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Synopsis: getting 🌶️with Lúcio NSFW but no mention of more than s$ns-ual stuff
Pairings: Lúcio Correia Dos Santos x asexual!reader
Content: slow, spice, cute, reassurance
Warnings: s$ns-ual stuff, 🌶️(if you don't like spice, don't read!)
Word count: 1 464
Proofread: kinda 🙈 (I ain't reading all that again)
ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 : There we are, finally! Gathered up some courage to post.
You were both alone in the changing rooms. Removing your equipments. You can't help but wanting to help undressing him. Because he's tired of course, not because you want to pamper him or anything... Right?
"Do you want help?" You propose. Not wanting to force anything.
He starts to pull on his leg tech. But as you ask, he sighs. "I wouldn't mind some help. This mission really took all my energy".
You get closer, it's not the first time you helped. It's always nice to help each other undress after a tiring mission.
As he's sat on a bench you remove carefully his armor. Half kneeling to be at the right height.
"Thank you"
"No problem" you say getting back up and tidying the tech in his locker nearby, knowing his code.
But soon enough you feel two arms around you, hugging you from behind. As your partner kiss your cheek. Making you blush.
"I thought you were tired?" You tease. Turning around to face him.
"I am. Whatchu wanna do?" He asks, kissing your forehead.
You chuckle "I don't know. I just want you. What do you wanna do?"
He nuzzle your neck and put a soft kiss there. "Chill I guess." He mumbles slightly parting his lips from where they were resting earlier.
"We can do that" You say running the tip of your fingers up and down his arm in a comforting manner.
But then he licks your neck making you shiver.
"Ooh-k. That. Wasn't what I.. Thought when you said chill"
He licks your neck once more, still hugging you. You pull back a bit. Lúcio is a bit taken aback but let you do. You peck his lips.
"This isn't exactly chill you know?"
"Well. You said you wanted me?"
Your cheeks heat up once more.
"Yeah, but if you want to chill I'm ok with that"
"We can take a nap after?"
"Or now?"
He frowns slightly "You don't want me anymore? And me who thought I have been told I was gorgeous just moments ago..." He adds in a fake hurt tone, chuckling slightly under his breath.
"So you're in the mood now?"
"Mm." He mumbles. His eyes on yours
You peck his lips. "Ok"
"Just take the lead please, I'm still tired"
You nuzzle his nose. "Sure"
You add before kissing him multiple times until he starts retaliating. You switch positions so you can push him against the lockers in the kiss. Earning a soft noise from him as his back meets the cold metal. Making it last for a few minutes before you pull away. Oh the way he looks at you right now.
"You're amazing you know?" You throw before kissing his cheek and lowering your kissing to his neck. Earning a slight gasp from him. You continue your trail with his shoulder. As your hand goes on his waist gently rubbing his sides. "I can say the same for you." He adds, letting you do, loving the pace you were going at.
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Other parts: part 1, part 2, part 3
Synopsis: getting 🌶️with Lúcio NSFW but no mention of more than s$ns-ual stuff
Pairings: Lúcio Correia Dos Santos x asexual!reader
Content: slow, spice, cute, reassurance, m/o
Warnings: s$ns-ual stuff, 🌶️(if you don't like spice, don't read!)
Word count: 1 464 (with the 3 parts)
Proofread: kinda 🙈 (I ain't reading all that again)
ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 : There we are, finally! Gathered up some courage to post.
PS: Sorry guys it's too long for only one part so there will be three!
You two just came back from a mission.
You couldn't quite explain why, but today when you saw Lúcio in his uniform you couldn't help but blush. Imagining all the things you could do to him once you two were back at the Owerwatch base.
If it wasn't Soldier 76 moving you out of the way, you would have been hit by a sniper's bullet, staying here admiring him move in his skates on the battlefield.
"What are you doing agent! Move!" At those words you definetely cut your sweet rêverie to focus on the fight at hand.
When you get back in the ship you sit next to Lúcio. Everyone made it in one piece. Not that it was a hard mission anyways... Nobody is hurt that's amazing! Next to you, the DJ simply lays his head against the headrest, sighing, just tired of the battle. You can't help but be in awe over his look once more. His locks falling so sweetly on his face, his beautiful brown eyes, the shape of his nose and lips. He's so gorgeous.
Your stare became so intense that he notices it and blush, looking to the other side slightly, just enough to avoid your gaze.
"What you're looking at mm?" He mumbles
"Nothing..." You straighten, retaliating a blush at the fact he noticed you.
Some of the agents look at you both and mumble between them. But soon enough, the regular chats between the agents resume during the drive back to the base.
As you land, everyone head over to the changing rooms. But before your partner could go too far, you hold him back gently by the wrist, just enough to make him stop in his track.
Reinhardt and Tracer just walk by, as well as the others. Leaving you two lasts.
He looks at you a bit surprised, as if waiting for you to answer the reason of your action.
"You were so gorgeous back there"
You start. Earning a flush from him, he's used to you being lovey dovey. But right now he's tired, and was really not expecting a compliment out of nowhere.
"Urm. Thank you.", "You were pretty gorgeous too". He answers with a soft smile. Holding the hand that was on his wrist.
You look aside, hesitating to ask. You didn't want to make it weird, but you kinda wanted him now.
"Can we...." You start hinting slightly, balancing on your feet.
He quickly picks up your meaning, finding your neediness cute. But he was actually so tired.
"I- uh. I'm tired. Maybe another time?"
You were a bit disappointed. But you were respecting his choice.
"Sure" You smile to him, smiling back at you. You kiss the hand that hold yours and follow him to the changing rooms. Hand in hand.
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♡ :: Short drabble for Lucio, mentions of abuse and contains a mild depiction of violence.
. . . ♪
Lucio had already lost track of the amount of times he had been put into this same position. Him, quietly sitting inside the lounge, and you, treating his wounds. Was it 5? Or could it have been over 20? It didn’t matter, considering his master could very easily add to that count at any moment.
He had entered the Thumb’s Corridor at the wrong time—not like there had ever been a time where it wasn’t—and incited her wrath by merely entering the corner of her peripheral. She had been hunched over the counter when Lucio entered, yet not one moment later, she had immediately begun hurling insults towards him, and the verbal onslaught wasn’t the only thing sent flying in his direction.
A square glass bottle of Old Parr that was in her hold just seconds prior had been aimed straight at his head. Luckily, she had grown so tipsy that she just so happened to miss his skull, causing it to smash against his arm instead. Its dark amber glass shattered immediately upon impact, with some broken shards stabbing his skin and drawing blood. She would’ve thrown another bottle at him if she wasn’t too preoccupied by immediately popping open and downing another glass of whiskey. Lucio, naturally, vacated the area immediately.
He winced as you applied the layer of antibiotics on his skin, the stinging sensation hurting far more than when the glass shards pierced his skin. Perhaps it was because he had already long grown accustomed to the sharp burning pain of the glass shards lodging themselves deeper and breaking past his skin’s epidermal layer. Or perhaps, it was because of the knowledge that you cared more about him than you ought to have. His master had taught Lucio that his role in life was to become a ‘Textbook’, to become a perfectly tailored textbook for Yoshihide’s sake, so that she may re-learn from him the forms of swordsmanship she had neglected.
“As always, take care to change the bandages at least once per day.”
Your reminder snapped him out of his thoughts, causing his gaze to drift upwards. “Or, if it ends up dirty or wet.”
Your words elicited an immediate nod from the man as he remained silent—not like he could say much else. You made sure to remind him of such a fact every time he got injured, but it was almost guaranteed that he would not listen unless you told him to. That knowledge, at first, prompted you to chastise him once more each time, but over time, you grew to learn that it wasn’t an intentional habit of his.
He was a ‘Textbook’, one who did not need to care so much about the condition of his body. No matter if it was covered in bloodied bruises or open wounds, wear and tear were signs a book was well-loved, after all. When one has opened its cover countless times, reading through its contents over and over again, no matter if it was treated with all the gentleness a mother would have to her own child or handled by someone who despised that same child with their whole heart, it was bound to form. Creases, bumps, chips in its cover, or even its color fading as a result of unavoidable circumstances.
Precisely because of that knowledge, Lucio did not care to take care of his body as a human should. He allowed Valencina to tear into him with both words and physical blows, as long as it would be able to impart upon him deeper knowledge of every form she wished for him to perfect. It was all for the sake of becoming her perfectly tailored Textbook. Maybe it was because of that, he has forgotten that he’s more than that.
…Or at least, that’s what you believed he could be thinking at this moment as he stared absentmindedly at the bandage wrapped firmly around his arm.
Suddenly, the door slammed open with the vigor of the one who stood before them. “Lucio!” Valencina bellowed out. Her face was still flushed, making it abundantly clear that she had been drinking—but really, when was she not?
“Get your lazy fucking ass off the couch and get back to training!” She ordered him, leaving the room not a moment later with a loud ‘bang!’, leaving the room in utter and total silence.
A brief moment of silence passed before Lucio finally spoke. “...I’m thankful for your help as always, [Name].” He directed towards you a quiet murmur, pushing himself off the cushions. “I regret to say that I must depart now,” He gave you one last glance before heading towards the door. “Let’s.. talk again later.”
And thus, the door clicked shut.
..
…Ah, you hoped he would just care a little more about himself.
His name slipped your lips as soon as you saw the state he was in as he stumbled towards you. With the bruises that battered his body, he looked so… small. Smaller than he usually did. He didn’t look at you once as he slumped against the wall near you.
Next thing you knew, you were tending to his wounds to the best of your abilities with what little resources you had. Lucio’s bare back was turned to you, letting you get a good look at all the bruises and cuts that you clumsily patched up.
“Do you… Would you want a hug?” you hesitantly asked.
You saw his body tense first. He turned, slowly, shooting a hesitant glance your way. First time he looked at you all day and it was from the corner of his eyes. He directed his gaze down, then, but slowly turned towards you. You opened your arms and he let himself fall to your embrace.
“…Yeah.” He shivered against your body, his voice quiet enough that you struggled to hear it. “I do.”
Seeing him like this, you could only wrap your arms around him tight and wish that you were the one that had to endure Valencina’s wrath while Lucio got your neglectful master instead.
“We’ll be okay,” you tried to reassure him. “We’ll leave this place one day.”
“Yeah…” He pressed his face against your shoulder, hiding it from the world. “One day…”
