It was quiet as you sat in front of him. The only sound happened to be the music playing in the background as the conversation had died down. You couldn't discern what the song actually was but it surely was soothing. His eyes stayed focused on you for a while before he looked to the side and brought the crystal wine glass up to his lips, the red liquid soothing his throat as it melted into his body. Humming, he swirled the remaining alcohol in the glass before breaking the silence.
"I'm okay, thank you, Dr. Richter." He chuckled softly at the name you had always used for him which made you furrow your brows. Vyn removed his glasses, folding one end by pressing it on his chest before using his thumb to close the other side. He then reached to the coffee table in front of him and set them down. "Dr. Richter?" His golden eyes met yours as he looked at you through his lashes, his head still slightly bent from putting his glasses down. "Are you okay?"
This is the first time you have ever seen him like this. Vyn is much more relaxed and less calculated like this, you look him over as he loosens that maroon tie of his. "I'm sorry if this is too personal but... you've had a lot to drink tonight." You brought it up, and he simply hummed. "Dr. Richter—"
"Are you worried about me?" He questioned with a playful tone in his voice. You swallowed harshly as he tilted his head to the side with a sly smile. 'Was he always this close?' You look down to see his knee almost touching your thigh. He smelt of rose petals and old books with an almost herbal touch. In short, it was comforting. It was like when you would sit down with a new book, turning the pages as that distinct feeling filled your body.
"A bit." He reached out a hand and stopped just inches before the back of his index and middle finger could touch your cheeks. He scanned your face and when he saw no signs of withdrawal he caressed you ever so lovingly. Your lips slightly parted as your eyes widened, your heart quickening in your chest as he still had that smile on his face.
He hummed, "I worry about you quite a lot." He admitted something he normally would never and your heart skipped a beat. "It is almost as if you are my first thought upon waking up and right before I fall asleep. I always wonder what you are doing." Vyn chuckled and you melted into his touch, "There is just something so captivating about you. Perhaps it is your morals or maybe it is how you always try your best. I frankly cannot figure it out myself. All I do know is that I am enchanted by you." You slowly smile at him and he gives you one back before taking in a deep breath, "I am not drunk if that is what you are thinking. These are my genuine sober thoughts." You were at a loss for words as he confessed to you, you simply moved closer to him so that your legs were now touching. Vyn's hand had slowly moved to your chin, holding it between his thumb and pointer. His face was slightly red, from the alcohol or this moment? Who knows. Maybe both. Definitely both.
His hand shimmied down the curves of your waist and hips before hooking under your right leg making you gasp in which he deepened the kiss. You could taste the alcohol on his lips and he hummed at the feeling of it all. He slightly pulled away, chest heaving as was yours.
"Vyn..." You began, trying to catch your breath before holding onto him even tighter as he had lifted you, immediately supporting your other leg as they wrapped around his waist. His left knee was bent on the couch before he chuckled, slowly sitting down with you on top.
"What?" He feels up the side of your body before grabbing your face slightly and making you look in his eyes, "You're stunning." He whispered turning your face to the side before places soft kisses on your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, slowly feeling down his body with the occasional content sigh. He sometimes nipped at the tender skin before running his tongue over it which would cause you to gasp. The more sounds you made the more you could feel it. The feeling of his trousers tightening as you hesitantly moved your hips on his left thigh, you could feel him smile against your neck. He grabbed onto your hips harder and you whimpered at the feeling. He pulled away from your neck, noticing red bruises start to form down to your collar bone. He looked into your hazy eyes with a content smile, removing his tie before unbuttoning his shirt. you gulped and halted your movements which he quickly looked at you for. He paused on his buttons before whispering your name, "Did I misread this?" He asked and you shook your head frantically.
"No. You didn't." Your voice came out shaky and he tilted his head, "I just... you know..." you couldn't seem to think of anything with a clear mind. In reality, you just wanted to see him strip. He always wore so many layers that it almost felt wrong to see him like this. His collar was already exposed as was his chest. He only chuckled, guiding your hips to continue moving against his thigh and that snapped you out of your trance. The friction it caused left you squirming slightly in his grasp, the fact that you were currently riding Vyn Richter's thigh felt so surreal. Yet here you were, rubbing yourself on him like some bitch in heat. You whine when he bounced his leg ever so slightly making him laugh. Your hazy eyes met his as he tossed his shirt to the side. He urged you to continue, reaching for his glass and leaning back, maintaining eye contact as he drank.
The sight of him so cocky was so foreign and yet you were intoxicated by it. A soft moan left your lips as you watched him, his own lips twitching in a smile. Each time he grabbed your hip you saw the muscles in his arms twitch. The tent in his trousers became increasingly obvious with each sound that left your lips, his breathing increasing as he watched you. "Vyn-" He squeezed your hip hard enough to leave a bruise where his fingertips rested and you yelped.
"Sir." He corrected, moving his face closer to yours, "Only that, do you understand?" He had a certain demeanor to his voice, almost like he spoke in a condescending tone. You hummed at his words, "Ah ah." Your eyes met his and he had a mischievous glint to his eye. "Come on, use your words." His voice was deeper as he pressed his chest to yours. Vyn's eyes darted between your lips and your eyes.
"Yes, sir." You whimpered as he halted your movements, connecting your lips in a deep kiss as you placed the palm of your hand on his chest. You could feel his heart beating fast, lightly you trailed down to the hem of his trousers and he shivered from your touch. As you broke the kiss you stood up from his lap leaving a rather large dark spot on his leg before you kneeled in between his legs. Leaving wet kisses down his abdomen as your hands undid his trousers Vyn took a deep breath causing you to look at him and a cheeky grin was plastered on his face making you nip his stomach. Vyn only chuckled with a slight wince. He took another sip of his wine but he didn't swallow. He hummed, using his left hand to wrap around the bottom of your jaw forcing it open. You looked up at him through your lashes as he brought his face down to yours, spitting the wine in your mouth and then forcing your mouth shut as you swallowed the warm liquid that warmed your throat.
Vyn's head lolled to the side as he watched you, his right hand running through his hair as it fell messily in front of his face. Your tongue mixed with the alcohol had him feeling disoriented, a large smile on his face as he hasn't felt this relaxed in a long time. Spitting on his dick, you slowly took him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. He inhaled as you moved down him, holding his breath before letting it out as you bobbed your head. Vyn downed the last of his wine, setting the glass aside before bringing his hand to your head and moving your hair from your face. His touch made you look up at him, his golden eyes almost glowing as he looked at you lovingly. You swirled your tongue around him making Vyn let out a low groan. His fist balled in your hair, slightly pushing you down onto him which you allowed, his fist guiding your head up and down his cock. At one point his hand had stopped guiding you as he bucked into your mouth, your gag reflex triggering ever so slightly. Your eyes brimmed with tears, your nose and eyes red from the action, your hands gripping his thighs as he threw his head back and released any pressure he had on you. "Mm, you look so pretty when you cry." Removing your mouth, a trail of spit connected your bottom lip as you took in as much air as you could, tears blurring your vision. He muttered something under his breath that you couldn't make out before looking back down at you. He held your lower jaw, bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, his teeth biting your lower lip as he pulled away and you once again struggled to catch your breath. He tapped his leg, beckoning you up and you obeyed, he made quick work of your pants, pushing them down your legs and you kicked them off.
"Of course, sir." His smug smile returned as his hand reached between your bodies to rub your sex. You gasped at the sudden touch but his hands skillfully worked while his other hand was holding you still before you rested your forehead against his shoulder. He would often add more pressure, making you whimper, your legs feeling weak as your moans filled the room, your wetness covering his hand. "Sir, please..." You moaned, rubbing against his dick as he leaned back to look at you.
"What is it?" He questioned, his hands never stopping their assault.
"I-I need to cu-" With that, he removed his hand from you making you grip his shoulder hard enough to draw blood making Vyn wince.
"Not yet." He simply said, bringing his hand that was on your sex up to hold your jaw, "Off." He shoved your face to the side and you huffed in frustration, getting off of his lap and glaring at him as he stood up he only laughed at you. "Oh, you are just adorable." He chuckled, repositioning himself so that he was kneeling on the couch. He hovered over you, kissing your neck, and your frustration quickly dissipated feeling his lips touch you so gently. "Rollover." He whispered into your ear but gently nipping at your lobe. You did as told laying on your stomach, Vyn's hands placed on the side of your waist, leaning down to you again, "Good doggy." He teased but before you could look back at him he held the back of your head to the couch. Vyn moved his hand back, lifting you by your waist before pressing his palm to the small of your back to get the arch he wanted. He sighed in contentment, stroking himself a couple of times before bending down and kissing down your spine, "You know," he began against your skin, "I will not be gentle." It was a warning, not one you would try and argue against. His hand gathered wetness from your sex before rubbing your hole, using your own pleasure as lube. He inserted two fingers into you enticing a moan from your lips, pumping them a few times before removing his fingers to now hold you tightly. "You are stunning." Before you could even think about an answer he pushed himself into you making you let out a loud moan as his dick filled you up. He didn't inch in, he just bottomed out, his jaw dropping and brows furrowing as your walls hugged him, "Fuck." He gritted his teeth, pressing into your hips as he slowly moved out before slamming himself back in. The room filled with your whiny moans and please buried into the couch. You could hear his grunts every time his hips met your ass.
He was using you like a doll, his hand moving to the back of your neck to use you as leverage to go deeper making your toes curl. You gripped the couch until your knuckles turned white, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth as your eyes rolled back. At one point you could've sworn you couldn't hear anything however that was quickly interrupted by the sound of his phone piercing the air. He paused for a moment, bottoming out again as you cursed, looking up with hazy eyes to see his slender hand grabbing his phone. Your vision was so blurred from pleasure and tears that when he turned his phone to you, you couldn't make out the caller.
"Artem is calling." He spoke and your eyes widened, "Would you like to speak to him?" He teased before answering his own question, "Can you even talk?" As his phone rang he laughed at your fucked out voice, "Let's have Artem hear how good I'm fucking you, yeah?" You immediately clamped your mouth shut as he brought the phone to his ear. "Bonjour?" He answered confidently, pulling out slowly before pushing himself back in roughly. "No, I am not busy." You could hear him talking behind you and you bit your lip, his assault never stopping as he tried to get you to scream for him. "I was just about to look at the files." He continued as you tasted blood from your lip, trying to ignore the pleasure the man behind you was delivering. Then you heard your name as his hand snaked back down to your sex, rubbing you once more. "They stopped by, yes." You turned your head to the side to see Vyn's messy silver hair dangle in his face and his golden eyes look down upon you. "Strange, I always thought their phone was on." Suddenly, the phone was beside your face and you brought both hands to your mouth, wincing as his free hand would pull you back to meet his thrusts.
"Truthfully," Artem's voice sounded from the phone, "I am worried about them. This is a big case and now I can't seem to contact them. Perhaps this was too much." Your knees felt weak and it was a miracle your legs were even holding you up.
"Oh, I doubt that." Vyn responded, "During my examination, they seemed to be able to handle the cases. Not to mention they have already solved numerous trials." You recalled the familiar feeling in your core, your hands slightly losing their grip as Vyn thrusted particularly hard, a whine escaping the confines of your lips. Vyn's lips twitched into a smile.
"...Is everything okay, Dr. Richter?" You mentally cursed at yourself, Vyn leaned against your back, hitting that one spot perfectly. You could feel his chest pressed against you as he reached for you.
"Everything is fine." This time, Vyn wrapped his hand over your mouth, making your hands fall onto the couch beside your head. Shallow quick thrusts ensued after that, knowing he was hitting that one spot over, and over, and over, and over again meanwhile his left hand continuously rubbed at your sex. Your eyes rolled back as you couldn't contain yourself anymore, Vyn responded every time Artem asked something but you were far too gone to even think about their conversation. Vyn watched your face, occasionally placing a quiet kiss on your neck. It wasn't long before your high enveloped you, your climax hitting you hard as you clenched around Vyn who only smiled but didn't stop. You squirmed against his fingers at the overstimulation. "I will let you know if I get ahold of them." With that, he hung up. "Good job." Vyn praised you.
"Vyn- Sir, please." You whimpered at his touch and he slowed down giving you a slight break.
"You're doing so good." He whispered, "Can you continue?" He halted his movements making you whine which lit a spark in his eyes.
"Yes." You simply said with a groggy voice and he ran with that, returning to his assault as his long fingers wrapped around your throat squeezing the sides as he chased his high. You continued to whine and moan, your elbows giving out as he let go of your neck, pressing down on the small of your back. Tears pricked your eyes as you sobbed into the couch, chest heaving up and down as the smell of sweat filled your nostrils. Vyn's thrusts started to get sloppy as he stared down at you.
"Will you cum with me?" He beckoned, bringing down his hand and rubbing you once more. You whimpered into the couch, holding his wrist to try and slow his movements as the familiar feeling started to flow through you. You cried out his name over and over again and he didn't care enough to correct you. You begged him to let you finish and with one final thrust you both couldn't hold back anymore as your highs hit like the waves crashing against a beach. He halted inside of you, buried deep as he filled you up. The only sound for a while was the sound of labored breathing. He leaned down, kissing your spine a couple of times, "You did so good." He whispered, fixing his posture and pulling out of you as your legs collapsed. Your head was empty and spinning as he grabbed his shirt and cleaned himself off before pulling up his pants. "I will be back." You were laying on the couch in complete satisfaction as he wandered off somewhere before coming back and helping you sit up. Your entire body felt sore and worn out, Vyn placed a kiss on your temple before hooking his arm under your leg and supporting your back. "Are you okay?" He analyzed you as you mumbled something incoherent and moved closer to his bare chest. You could see the red marks start to form as Vyn stood up to carry you up the stairs. That's when you heard the running water, his bedroom was warm and dimly lit, the bathroom door open. He set you down on his bed, walking to the bathroom and shutting it off. As your senses returned to you, you could feel something warm running down your thigh.
"Vyn..." You faintly called out as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel on his shoulder.
"Yes?" He approached you before kneeling.
"I think your cum is dripping down my thighs." You simply said and he looked down before chuckling.
"It is. You need a bath." He said gently, moving your hair from your face. "Come." He helped you up supporting you to the bathroom before holding your hand as you got in and sat down in the warm water. "Too hot?" He asked gently, feeling the water on his wrist and you simply shook your head. "Okay." He smiled, grabbing a loofa and soaking it in the soapy water before washing your body. He had filled a small bucket full of warm clean water, soaking your hair in it before putting shampoo in his hand. You felt relaxed and he cleaned you, washing your hair with his soap that smelt of sandalwood, you remember the familiar smell from when you would meet him after his classes. Your eyes shut in the bath as he finished up, draining the water and wrapping a towel around you.
"What about you?" Your voice was faint and he smiled.
"I already washed up, do not worry." He brought you to the bed, patting you dry and giving you one of his sweaters to put on. There was barely any talking as you sat down and he handed you a cup of water which you drank willingly before giving him the cup as he set it down. Vyn tucked you in as the soft bed cascaded you. You felt the bed weigh down on the other side as he got in making you roll over to lay on his chest. Vyn said nothing, he wrapped his arm around you and rubbed your arm with his thumb. You quickly fell asleep as he stared at the ceiling. He kissed your temple once more, "Sleep well, mon chérie."
As a writer, I'm increasingly disappointed with how Lucio's character is being written, especially after reading his tale. Two-dimensional brat, no redeeming qualities, no real motivation outside of him just being evil. It seems like he's just there to annoy people. I'm nervous to see how his route is going to go. If it doesn't go well, at least the fanfiction authors know what they're doing.
I’m answering this because I don’t want to post it as a confession. I really, really don’t appreciate the passive aggressive jab of ‘at least the fanfiction authors know what they’re doing,’ when it’s clear what you mean is the fanfiction authors (not all of them presumably) are doing what you want them to be doing, and the official writers aren’t doing what you want them to be doing.
I’ve seen statements like this in a lot of fandoms, where people don’t criticize the writers for the quality of their writing, but rather for how much they are diverging from what they (the fans) want to see.
A villain does not have to have redeeming qualities, but Lucio does have them, they’re just not the ones you wanted. I guess a lot of people were hoping he’d get some tragic past that explained it all and he was really a nice guy all along, but that didn’t happen.
Lucio’s redeeming qualities are his love of animals, his resourcefulness, the fact that he treats his partners well (Nadia not liking him is not the same thing as him mistreating her, the devs said he didn’t).
As for his motivation, it is there. He wants recognition, he wants power, he wants attention, admiration. And he will do whatever it takes to get those things.
Look, I like tragic villains as much as the next person, I went through a whole Loki phase, but that doesn’t mean that any other villain is badly written.
A villain is the hero of their own story, and Lucio certainly is that.
I guess because we’ve not had a lot of official Lucio content, this idea of fanon Lucio has taken over, and when real Lucio diverges from that, some people get disappointed. They want a villain who was turned evil, who can be redeemed, and that’s not Lucio. The best redemption I see in store for him is him finding recognition in a way that will satisfy him and mean he won’t have to take any extreme measures anymore.
asra: *notices the bulge in your stomach as the tapeworm moves around* OwO whats this babe? *kisses you and sucks tapeworm out of your belly and into his own* delicious~
nadia: how unfortunate. i shall send you to the best surgeon in vesuvia and have it removed, darling. i’ll take care of you until then, (y/n).
julian: ya know (y/n), i wouldnt mind that tapeworm feeding off my dick w-when im inside your guts, honestly 0///0
portia: o-oh no! i’ll have milady fetch a doctor right away. i swear, when that tapeworm comes out, i’ll rip it apart myself..!
muriel: whatever i have like, 5.
lucio: a tapeworm, (y/n)? if you suck the plague out of my ass then ill slurp the tapeworm out of yours~ 👌🔥😎😷 *proceeds to slurp tapeworm out of your guts and into his own* bone apple teeth~ 😃😍
i posted a cropped version of this on twitter for my pinned tweet but i had some people interested in seeing the full thing. it’s been up on my portfolio website for a while now but i had never posted it anywhere else
this was part of my art test for when i applied to the arcana! 😊
the arcana: Count Lucio is BAD! He’s only into HIMSELF he cares about NO ONE ELSE! He is to be FEARED! Have his backstory of how he wanted to give his parents HEARTS to Wyrms!! You should NOT love him!! E V I L
me:
Anyways when do we get a Lucio route cause hahaha I love him so much
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