Ooooo a Lucio stan. I'm wondering what's your take on Lucio's relationship with touch/sensation after not being able to feel anything as a ghost? It's pretty obvious he's touch starved with how much he clings to MC in his route, but i've been wondering another thing. Since he was incapable of having any sensory experiences for good three years do you think he would have moments where it gets overwhelming? I can imagine he wouldn't try to show it but going from nothing too all in a short span of time does sound really overwhelming. Then again this man seems to love extremes so...
It is both too much and never enough, in an odd, complicated way that he doesn't want to talk about. Or think about. He is a man of extremes that spent nearly two decades indulging in hedonistic debauchery! He doesn't get emotional over simple parts of human experience!
Except yes, he does. It's not just touch, either. Early on, there are so many "simple" things that might suddenly hit him with "it's been three years": food (repeatable), sleep, actually looking like himself (variable elements of that), travel, even pain in some ways. But touch is on top of the list, indeed. Not to mention that the MC adds a facet of intimacy, kindness, dare I say love, that Lucio might just be straight up unfamiliar with and that messes with his emotions the most.
Lucio is very good at "not thinking about it". I'd say most of the time, the sensations are not overwhelming him per se, but are definitely enhanced, he reaches a whole new level of enjoying life's pleasures. And whenever something is almost too much, he often manages to shove that feeling to the back of his mind fairly quickly*. How he learns to handle it will heavily depend on the MC, whether they notice, encourage him to talk about it, how they handle their own emotions, generally what sort of influence they have on him.
There's a fairly high chance for him to cry during/after sex though, especially if it gets particularly intimate and/or intense. That is something that I'd say can be overwhelming for him in those early post-route days.
Not that it'd stop him of course, he's got a few years to catch up on.
*I actually have a part of a draft of a rewritten scene that features this! It's a dragoat version of the moment they first arrive to the Realms 🐉💛🐐 Might change it into third person later because idk how many people even like first-person OC writing, but here's what I've got right now:
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The first thing I feel as I slowly come to my senses is a dull sting of cold on my arms. Confusion cutting short my worry over separation from Asra, I try to open my eyes, but have to shut them again to blink away the stark white light reflecting off… is that snow?
Then, I become aware of several feelings at once. The warmth under my cheek, the scent of skin and fur and faint perfume, and then – movement.
I scramble onto my hands and knees as Lucio underneath me stirs with a groan. For a few long moments, I am transfixed by the color returned to his hair and clothes, the ghost I got used to over the past weeks now properly resembling the figure from the paintings adorning the Palace rooms and hallways. It is almost dreamlike, and when my voice comes back to me, all I manage to utter is:
“It worked.”
The bright red of his eyes’ sclera briefly startles me.
“What–“ With that single word, Lucio freezes with his mouth agape, meeting my eyes with a wide-eyed stare of his own. It quickly grows frantic, moving from me to his own hands, his clothes, and then he sits up so quickly that I barely manage to avoid collision. His right hand quickly shifts from feeling his own stomach to his chest, face, then raking fingers through his hair. When Lucio looks back at me, the shock and disbelief on his face gave way to the most sincere grin I have yet seen from him.
“You’re right! You’re right! Ahahaha!”
He jumps to his feet, getting a gasp out of me when he easily lifts me with him. Lucio’s laughter echoes through the snowy woods as he spins me around, giddy with excitement. I whoop and giggle along with his sheer infectious joy over something that seemed impossible just a few hours ago.
“I can feel things again! The snow’s cold, you’re warm… This is the best day ever!”
Lucio doesn’t let go of me after he sets me down on my feet, instead pulling me into a desperate, firm hug.
Firm, but not crushing. As I eagerly hug him back, barely keeping from self-indulgently nuzzling into him, I realise that Lucio still does not feel quite right. He is solid against me, certainly not a ghost anymore, but my senses seem slightly dulled, the touch missing just a small tinge of weight behind it, and his scent being weaker, less personal than someone should have. I recall Asra’s teachings about the magical realms, people visiting them with their soul and mind, but almost never – physically. I have to wonder if Lucio, too, cannot feel me like he would in the material world, but this is not the time for such questions.
Not if what he has now is already plenty, compared to his existence as a ghost.
Perhaps without analysing my own senses, I would miss the slight tremble in his arms, or how a few of his breaths have a quiet shake to them. With ache in my heart, I hold him closer until it soon passes, wishing I could do more, but that would be completely inappropriate—
Releasing his hold on me, Lucio plants a messy, lingering smooch on my cheek.
…
…
I touch the spot where he kissed me. My skin is still warm from his lips. When I speak, it comes out as something between a whisper and a squeak.
“Did you just… kiss me?”
My broken voice, or possibly my questioning of the obvious, gets a short laugh out of Lucio.
“Hmm. Pretty sure I did.” He winks at me. “And why not?”
I can think of plenty of reasons, the same reasons that I have been repeating to myself for the past week in futile attempt to still my own feelings, which sprouted like weeds and seized my mind in the most distracting fashion. Lucio’s casual compliments and teasing were not helping matters, but I convinced myself so firmly that this’d been nothing more than his manner of talking or entertaining himself.
Lucio does not give me the time to voice any of the thoughts rushing through my mind. His smile turns utterly shameless and he holds both hands out to me.
“I’ll just say it, Alastor. I’ve had a lot of fun ever since you showed up. You’re a wicked smart, adorable, hotshot magician. What’s not to like?” He moves a little closer, my face suddenly feeling hot under the intensity of his gaze. “And I know you like me, too.”
My breath hitches. “Oh, gods, I was not hiding it well, was I…”
“Hah! No, not at all.” Of all the foolish— “It’s hard to miss with those big, pretty eyes of yours.”
He brushes a few stray strands of hair away from my face and tucks them behind my ear, giving him a better view of the said eyes, and I finally have to look away. I can almost feel my pupils dilating as his fingers then gently trace my jaw until his forefinger rests under my chin, slightly tilting my face upwards so I look back at him again.
“So… how about I kiss you properly this time? I say we’ve waited for that long enough.”
This is a terrible idea, the rational part of my mind reminds me. I cannot offer nearly enough as a partner to someone like Lucio, once a count of Vesuvia married to Nadia.
Yet after the sleepless nights, the hours spent on wishful sketches and scribbling lamenting prose throughout my diary’s pages, whatever rationale I might have had to refuse this offer is overpowered by the selfish, emotional part of me. The part that hopes, yearns, desires this, him, so fervently that I can do nothing but follow its demands at last, breaking the silence just before it becomes awkward.
As far as Lucio is concerned, a hole in the world has no business appearing next to a tiny peaceful creek.
Or, Lucio fights a magic horror, and Alastor is very very very much into it. Set ~2 months post-Upright. Ft. character-flavored third person narration, bits of Dragonverse lore, and using a bj scene for character exploration.
Word count: 2,876
Rating: Explicit, but only for chapter 2. In fact that's all that chapter 2 is.
Classification of draconids encountered in the Dragonverse, defined by body types
Greater dragons: one of the most iconic magical creatures first defined as "dragons", characterized by four legs, large wings and the ability to fly. Origin/natural habitats are mainly mountains and cliffs. Primarily highly intelligent, though there are a few "beast" species. Magic affinity varies, but the average power potential is higher than in most other draconid types. Rare even by post-dragon-war standards.
(The term "greater dragons" is often debated, but no suggested alternative ever managed to replace it due to the cultural effect of them being the first bearers of the "dragon" title. Originally, the group was even named "true dragons".)
Knuckers: while they share the limb count with the greater dragons, knuckers have shorter legs and small wings not capable of flight, instead aiding in swimming. Sizes vary from small to medium. Natural habitats are almost exclusively wetlands. Majority of species aren't capable of speech. Magically inclined towards water and biomatter magic, many species also possess venom glands. Uncommon.
Wyverns: exclusively flying type with a pair of hind legs. While they share many characteristics with greater dragons - varying sizes and magic affinity, preference for mountainous habitats, similar hunting behaviors - most wyverns are "beasts", which makes them one of the most dangerous draconid types. Gradual disappearance of greater dragons initially gave wyverns more hunting grounds, but that in turn attracted attention of dragon hunters. Nowadays large species are near nonexistent within human borders.
Drakes: one of the most versatile and adaptable types of draconids - which isn't very surprising, given their body plans (and consequently natural niches) resembling that of large predatory mammals. Primarily medium-sized dragons found in all kinds of land habitats and possessing various magic affinities, though their magical prowess is relatively low in "beast" species. Semi-common, though most avoid humans.
Wyrms: the type's belonging to draconids has been contended on multiple occasions, some people claiming them to be "just big magic lizards". The line between wyrms and reptiles does get somewhat blurry in a few cases, but the presence of "dragonstone" in their bones both grants them magical abilities and separates wyrms as draconids. (Notably, some reptiles are indeed magic animals without being draconids. The question of classification can sometimes only be solved through complex bone analysis.)
Wyrms are a versatile group with the largest range of sizes, some species being the smallest known draconids, while others are only outmatched by saltwater serpents and some ever-growing ancient dragons.
Lindverns are another controversial group of draconids, put into their own type after long debates about them being wyverns or lindwyrms. The fact that there are only two known species (both "beasts") does not help the matter. It's been theorized that they are a rare product of interspecies breeding - but lindverns do not share territory (wetlands and surrounding forests) with any known lindwyrms. Initially curtly named "pseudowyverns" or, as put by a frustrated draconologist, "a pain in the ass".
(Nab note: they actually evolved from knuckers.)
Basilisks: a particularly odd type of near exclusively beastial draconids featuring six legs and all sharing some degree of magical hypnosis ability (the myth of them turning creatures to stone stems from them using hypnosis to slow down/paralyze prey or opponent). Prefer forests and caverns in warmer climates. Uncommon type overall, with large species being very rare due to hunting.
Lindwyrms: (alt. spelling "lindwurms") serpentine draconids with a single pair of forelimbs. Medium-to-large in size, with only a few non-"beast" species. Found in various habitats, though they are the most common type of draconids in deserts. Most have magical affinity to water and/or air magic.
Loongs: exclusively intelligent, highly magic-dependent draconids capable of flight despite most species lacking wings. Due to there being no beast-like loongs, their existence is mainly unknown to humans. Have a strong affinity to water magic, though their energy is highly versatile, a trait shared with some greater dragons'. Most prefer to keep to themselves rather than hide among humans, very lengthy lifespans making long-term connections both risky and emotionally difficult.
Saltwater serpents: a group of large-to-colossal species with a self-explanatory type name. Most are creatures of legends, their habitats, rare appearance in human-controlled waters, and sheer power making surviving records of them near-nonexistent. Even other dragons rarely know much about their ocean-dwelling cousins.
“So… you haven’t noticed the unusual ingredients in some of the drinks?” With a gentle upward wave of his palm, Alastor raises a small flower out of his own drink, the pastel bloom rotating slowly as it hovers mid-air.
“Boltblooms grow in magic-rich areas and are often used in power potions. They are usually powdered and combined with other ingredients to increase potency, but they do have some effect in this original form as well. It’s actually quite impressive, I should ask someday how Barth works with them…”
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“Most of the time that means that the organism – any organism really, a flower, an animal, a lichen, you name it – depends on magic in some way, and often has magical properties or even abilities. Well, um, in this case the plant simply stores magical energy. Which isn’t unique by any measure, but this particular flower is valued for also not being poisonous: a magician can get a small amount of energy even from pure, unprocessed petals! Rather bitter without any preparation, though.”
With that small lecture done, Alastor sends the floating flower straight into his own mouth, unable to stop himself from grinning at Julian’s reaction.
A HC request from @sociallyacceptable that has been sitting in my inbox for over a month because I am like that :’B Muri’s is a bit different, but I got the idea and couldn’t just let it go, alright Also yes I did go overboard a bit by adding plot, what about it
FLUFF TIME. It’s just a tiny bit suggestive in a couple of places, but it’s all PG, I promise.
💙 Asra 💙
The Apprentice gets the bouquet on a whim.
They spot a flower stall at the market while shopping for spices and some ingredients for the shop; one of the arrangements, a mix of deep purple and pastel violet remind them of Asra and Faust at the same time.
On the way back, the MC adds a couple of enchantments to the flowers, to both make them last longer and leave a little personal touch: some of the blooms end up sparkling as if the live petals were made out of delicate amethyst crystals.
Asra is conjuring something in the kitchen when they return home; hearing the front door closing, he starts his regular playful banter without turning from the stove.
Faust sees the MC enter the kitchen first, popping her head up from Asra’s shoulder and blepping in greeting.
“Pretty!”
“Mmhm, they sure are Fa- oh.”
His surprise quickly gives place to delight, and moments later he’s pulling MC into a kiss.
They just can’t help but make him fall in love all over again every day, huh?
But if they say a cheesy line about the color of his eyes, he will tease them a bit for that, even if he is blushing at the same time and already tucking one of the sparkling flowers into their hair.
Everything else is forgotten for the rest of the day, he just wants to turn all of his attention to them, grateful to the universe for being able to hold them as much as they wish.
(He probably ended up burning whatever he was cooking, though)
The bouquet will stay in the bedroom, just for the three of them to see.
They have to go and get Faust her own flower basket the next day, because she wants to sleep in the flowers.
Asra puts his own spell on one of MC’s enchanted flowers, to complete its transformation into ice-like lavender crystal, preserved in time and kept as another memory that he would like to remember.
❤️ Julian ❤️
Unfortunately, Love Festival tends to be a very busy day at both the shop and the clinic.
While MC handles the expected influx of demand for pretty magical trinkets, Julian has to deal with the over-enthusiastic lovebirds who end up at the clinic after trying to “spice things up”; it is entertaining most of the time, but also means that the two have to be apart all day, to Julian’s great dismay.
He swears that he’ll try to make it home before dinner.
They both know that he likely won’t.
So around midday, MC closes the shop for a while and heads to the numerous festival stalls.
And in the first minutes of Julian’s lunch break, they dramatically show up in his office with a no less dramatic crimson bouquet, nearly making the poor doctor spill his (third cup of) coffee all over himself and the papers he’s been working on.
He’s having troubles processing it.
“H-hello, darling, did you- ah, I mean- are those... foooor me?”
He almost adds an “are you sure” in there before his brain catches up.
Once it does, he grins and hurries to get up from his desk and sweep the MC off their feet, sending them laughing.
He’s deeply touched and somewhat sheepish: for all his theatrics and love of cheesy romantic gestures, this man will never get used to being on the receiving end.
Oh how he loathes the fact that he doesn’t have the time to thank them properly right there and then; stealing their breath with a kiss will have to do for now.
The flowers are definitely enchanted - Julian can barely take care of cacti - and will stay in his office once MC fetches a vase from their shop next door; he may or may not tear up just a bit while looking at them at some point.
He does make it to dinner, by the way - other workers at the clinic practically kick their boss out because he’s overworking as it is - and takes the MC to a lovely evening in the city.
💚 Muriel 💚
It’s been a long project, with the hardest part being keeping Muriel in the dark about it; MC managed to talk Inanna into helping.
Finally, when everything’s ready, they “go for a walk” in the forest together, with MC leading them to their secret spot.
A small clearing in the forest has been transformed into a colorful island of flowers. Carnations and wild primroses from the depths of the palace garden; a few plants from the Heart’s clearing, their soft glow visible even during the day; and of course, forget-me-nots and MC’s own favorite flowers.
There’s enough space to walk freely between the flower patches, and few charms decorate the surrounding trees, keeping the plants flourishing and covering the area with a blanket of calm, peaceful aura.
Muriel freezes on the edge of the clearing, stunned, looking over the carefully selected plants and then turning to MC with a silent question in his eyes.
It’s been a year since the two of them confessed their love to each other, they explain. So they wanted to create something special, to remind of that moment.
There’s a blush on his cheeks as his expression softens into a smile.
“...you never stop surprising me. Thank you.”
He leans down for a kiss, softly at first, then picks them up to kiss them like he did a year ago.
Really, the only reason he doesn’t take it further is that Inanna is right there, somehow looking very pleased with herself before she trots into the clearing to lay down next to a wild lavender patch.
They stay there for the entire evening, enjoying each other’s company.
Muriel teaches MC how to make flower crowns, and doesn’t try to take his off this time; Inanna ends up with a flower necklace as well.
They head back home when the stars above match the shining flowers scattered throughout the clearing.
That place becomes one of their favorite spots for years to come, with them maintaining and modifying it together.
🤍 Lucio 🤍
Lucio “I should be showering YOU with gifts!” Morgasson isn’t as used to receiving gifts as one might expect.
Oh, there were many people trying to get in his good graces through expensive gifts back in his Count years, but those were basically expected grandiose bribes, really; never a simple genuine gesture of affection.
Lucio himself goes strongly overboard with gifts at any given opportunity, and that does sometimes include flowers - or at the very least petals on the bed, he’s that kind of guy.
MC figures that “revenge” is long overdue.
It takes a little while to turn that idea into reality, but finally, after completing a few rather intense contracts in a row, the two go back to Vesuvia for a week to catch up with others and take a break from adventuring, with Nadia letting them stay in MC’s guest bedroom.
After sleeping in, Lucio wakes up to an empty bed and the intense smell of vanilla and chocolate in the room.
There’s a plate of freshly baked cookies on the desk, clearly not the “typical palace type”; it’s a pleasant surprise, if slightly confusing - but he is alright with being slightly confused with a cookie in his mouth.
That’s when MC quietly opens the door, beams upon seeing that he’s up, and enters with a bouquet of white, yellow and orange flowers in their hands.
The absolutely dumbfounded mid-chew expression on his face is fascinating to watch, as his eyes dart from the flowers to MC and then to the walls: there are a few seconds of badly concealed panic as Lucio frantically tries to recall what date it is, did he forget something, are they expecting something in return and he’s not ready-
Then, that one slightly wavering grin, “Gooood morning. What’s the occasion, dove?”
“The occasion is that I love you.”
How dare.
Well, good thing that the bed is right here, because he really doesn’t know how else to deal with this situation.
The flowers stay on the desk for the rest of the week, and Lucio turns pink every time he spots them.
He soon figures out how to deal with the situation, though; little does MC know that they just started a gift war.
*switches from thirst to angst to a sprinkle of softness on top* Parkour!
800 words of complicated post-route Dragoat feelings. You could say Alastor is having a hard time.
A lil spicy, but nothing actually happens, much to Lucio’s frustration.
(also I haven’t written anything in a while so this is more of an attempt to stretch that creative muscle)
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“Luci–mmmph!”
Alastor could barely finish muttering out Lucio’s name when the man’s lips were on his, the clawless golden gauntlet on the back of his head holding him close. There was an urgency, hunger to the kiss, the kind of passionate need of someone reveling in every hasty touch and muffled moan. Alastor was pleasantly surprised to discover that Lucio did not seem to tire of him as quickly as he anxiously anticipated.
Instead, some of that hunger felt stronger with each passing day.
With a quiet growl that made Alastor’s blush spread all the way to his neck, Lucio pushed him to sit down on the bed of their now shared guestroom, immediately settling next to him, any moment of separation seemingly unbearable. Even through two layers of clothes Lucio felt hot, almost feverish against the magician’s body that was still recovering from a fight that decided the fate of the entire world. His mind was foggy, nearly drunk on his partner’s intoxicating scent. Alastor didn’t know what to do with his trembling hands, eventually burying his fingers into smooth golden locks when Lucio pulled him into another, open-mouth kiss.
Then another.
Then another, until both of them were out of breath, needing the air but unwilling to part any more or any longer than necessary.
Alastor had no idea if his own kissing was even any good. It was all new to him – on practice, anyway – the movements, the tongue, a few brief playful bites – a trick he admittedly picked up from Lucio himself. For a rare blissful moment he didn’t care, only reaching out for more.
But no matter how badly he yearned for that “more”, when Lucio’s right hand slipped under his shirt, the sweet fog of want in Alastor’s mind began to dissipate. No matter how good Lucio’s mouth felt on his neck, the thoughts returned to him one by one, a barrage of doubts and fears haunting him like another, much more malicious ghost.
This won’t go well. He won’t be satisfied with me. I look like a mess. I don’t really know what I’m doing. He’s got experience with people who look better, feel better, are better. He expects more.
When Lucio pushed him down further onto the bed-cover, an obvious erection pressed against his thigh, all Alastor felt was a cold pit in his stomach.
I’m not enough.
“L-Lucio– w-wait, please…”
“Whuh??”
His shaky voice must’ve given away his distress because in a moment Lucio propped himself up on the alchemical arm, breathing heavy and brows furrowed as he was searching for something on the magician’s face.
“Are you hurt?”
Ever fretting since Alastor collapsed in the crimson halls of the Devil’s realms. Oh how he wished that fatigue or pain would be the only thing making him pull away from his confused almost-lover. Alastor couldn’t hold eye contact for long and turned to stare at a wall as he carefully sat up, embarrassment and guilt quickly setting in.
“No, no, I just… I can’t do this,” he cringed slightly instantly after saying this, realizing how bad it sounds. “I-I mean, I can’t do this… now? Yet? Sorry.” he sighed the last word in frustration, struggling to explain himself.
Wrapping his arms around himself, Alastor risked a glance at Lucio, who looked a bit like he was presented with an advanced alchemical puzzle together with a refusal.
“You don’t want… sex?” he asked, as if the sole notion was hardly comprehensible to him. Alastor felt like there was something else hidden in the question that sounded a bit more careful than usual, but he couldn’t determine what it was.
Alastor shook his head, taking a few attempts before he could muster an answer.
“I– N-no, it’s not— It’s not that. I’m…”
He paused, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t explain everything that was going on in his head – some parts he barely understood himself. The feelings of being insufficient, the disconnection and disdain he sometimes felt when looking in a mirror, the exhaustion from nightmares during the nights and worse memories during the days.
The fears of this relationship not lasting. Of it being fake.
“I’m not ready. I need some time, that’s all.”
Lucio was always terrible at hiding emotions, disappointment and frustration definitely not being exceptions. Still an attempt was made with an uneven smile and an arm around his shoulders, slowly easing some tension from the magician’s body with a simple touch.
“It’s fine, Al.” For once, Alastor appreciated the lie. “You don’t need to look this miserable about it, you know.”
The magician let out a short startled laugh – he must have resembled a sad kitten at some point, it wouldn’t be the first time Lucio made that comparison. Seeking comfort, Alastor uncoiled his arms from himself to wrap them around Lucio instead, careful to avoid frustrating him further. For now, simple physical closeness had to be enough.
@thearcana-moonlight Well that turned into a long-ass list so it’s just Lucio for now, haaa! Idk if I did the “best” part... correctly, but here u go.
General, kink, and the Aftermath Lucio HCs
🍋🍋🍋 all the long way down, folks.
The general stuff:
Might be a hot take, but no, Lucio is not selfish in bed: if nothing else, having his partner properly satisfied is a matter of pride, because of course it is. With him being an Important Person™ and likely having plenty of one-night stands and/or short-living affairs during his countship years, he’s got experience. Sure, some people might have “faked” to get on his good side, but the net result is decent.
(Valerius fucked his way to the consul position, okay, that’s a bonus HC for ya)
With MC, the effort goes from like 90% to 200%, so they’re good.
Has decent endurance, though his refractory period gets pretty long after the second round most of the time.
Loud. No surprise here. Will not stop talking unless his mouth is busy with something, though the coherence of that talking varies a lot.
Vers & switch; might get kinda miffed if he doesn’t get to change the roles at least sometimes. Can be various types of doms, from service to a sadistic asshole; as a sub he will be a brat if he’s not handled properly, though.
The one thing Lucio surely can’t handle well is waiting/denial - he was bad at it before, but after the ghost fiasco he’s even worse. So quickies are very much on the table (sometimes literally), and if they’re not for his partner, he’ll just go rub one out, no matter if he’s going to get “in trouble” for that or not.
Threaten him with a chastity device and watch the brattiness go into negative values in seconds.
He was just fine with threesomes/foursomes/whatever before, but when in a relationship with the MC, it can be a sensitive territory as he’s easily jealous, and the insecurities might flare up.
Lucio does have a not-very-surpsising fantasy of “fucking himself”, so to speak, so in the good ol’ “body swap” or “temporary double/shapeshifting” scenarios his brain might just short-circuit from all the blood suddenly going into his groin instead.
Is very much for using magic in bed, though his fantasies might go beyond reasonable...
Kinks/turn-ons
good lord what isn’t?
Lucio rivals Julian in that regard, there you heard me.
Kinks/turn-ons include, but not limited to (unless specified otherwise, it’s for both giving and receiving about equally):
marking/biting
chasing + primal kink (with him being the “hunter”)
power dynamic roleplay
collars
fancy lingerie
fancy clothes & dress-up in general tbh
being a sugar daddy
public sex
humiliation
face-fucking (especially giving)
face-sitting (esp. receiving)
rimming
sex in front of a mirror
verbal bondage (esp. giving)
rope bondage
body worship
impact play
knife play
breath control (esp. giving)
pet play (as a dom)
edging (though he will get desperate real fast)
begging
forced orgasms
size/strength difference, esp. with him being on the “smaller” end
any demonstration of power by his LI, really, it’s pretty much just this:
The Aftermath
If it’s a quickie, most of the time Lucio literally just fixes his clothes & hair, cleans up and reapplies the eyeliner in seconds if needed, and can go about his day like he wasn’t fucking/sucking off/eating out someone three minutes ago. I mean, he’ll have that grin on his face, but that’s nothing unusual.
The exception is if it was him getting pounded, then it takes some time for his legs to stop shaking and for the blushing to subside while he’s still feeling it.
In “the bedroom” (or wherever else he gets a proper fuck session) it all varies on the context, really, but generally the rule of “trying to be a good lover” holds, especially if he' topping and/or it’s a romantic relationship. He’s getting his LI cleaned up & comfy, talking through the whole process and likely looking pretty smug. And he absolutely wants to snuggle afterwards, he always wants that anyway.
…there is a chance of him passing out almost immediately instead, though.
A-ha, but when BDSM elements come into play, there’s a catch: romanced Lucio gets sub drops and dom drops easily. I mean, aftercare is immensely important for any subsets of BDSM in general, and for Lucio it’s a matter of “just being a bit more clingy next day” or “breaking down if left alone for 5 minutes next day”.
Lucio aftercare 101: cuddles, especially as he’s getting out of subspace, hydration, post-scene discussion, comfort snacks 🍪🍪🍪
The Arcana demons are such a fascinating topic to me. So here are some ramblings & questions that are a cool territory for headcanons. Why? Idk I just thought about Valdemar for 4 seconds and opened a “new post” window.
My main question is, how many of them are out there, really? We meet four (and a half, if you count Valerius I guess) but these are just the ones that happen to be around because Lucio dealt with them. I really doubt that there are no others. They are definitely less common in (most) areas outside of Vesuvia, but still, they’re out there. (Am I thinking about making some demon OCs that are pissed off at MC for messing with their boss, for that sweet post-route action? Mayhaps.)
Most of the ones we see are special in their connection to the Major Arcana, so that might have been a limiting factor in the ability to become a demon in the first place, but there is a demon that doesn’t seem to be connected to any Arcana, and thus throws that theory under the bus, I’ll talk about him a bit later.
(Then again, it’s also never explained if there can be only one person connected to each Major Arcana, but that seems very unlikely, because the Satrinava family would kinda hog almost a half of the Arcana roster. Sharing is caring, guys.)
Valdemar is distinctly different from the other demons, which is likely connected to their age, among other things - we’re talking tens of thousands of years here. I’d say Vlastomil is the second oldest, and Vulgora and Volta being relatively young (wiki says that Vulgora became a demon “sometime in the past century”, but idk what the source of that info is) But even Vlastomil is nowhere close to Valdemar.
Which makes me wonder about the reasons behind that. What’s the demon mortality rate? Most of them likely just never make it to Valdemar’s age. Some might be killed at an early stage, others are banished to the Realms, like Vulgora was. So only the really intelligent ones can “make it”.
But there is another curious case of a demon that we never even meet, aside from a single event in the Realms that was probably not him anyway:
Vlagnagog, the Serpent of Destruction. Once feared and revered by the Scourge clan, hell they even prayed to him, and had a specific ritual to contact the wyrm. “Fat and resplendent on the tribute of your clan”, as Vlastomil told Lucio. And yet, he died, “shrivelled ages ago”, apparently because of lack of sacrifices, which is probably tied to Morga’s disdain towards demons, which is another interesting plot point, there seems to be some untold story here.
Anyway, at least some demons depend on humans, either their direct tribute or deals, and can even die without them. (Or at least get weaker, I wouldn’t brush off the idea that Vlastomil killed Vlagnagog for some reason. Idk maybe there was a cool worm nest nearby.)
It’s curious that, at the same time, no demon seems to actively seek out deals?? Humans come to them instead, but the Courtiers didn’t seem like they made any deals aside from ones with Lucio, even though he never delivered. Does their dependence on humans derive from the specific deals they made with the Devil?
Another question: what are the specific differences between demon deals and Devil deals? Even “power” isn’t a very clear answer, considering that the whole Red Plague is a result of a single unfinished demon deal. Can a person become a demon just by dealing with other demons, without the Devil’s influence? Are they then bound to those demons? Is there a demon hierarchy??
…Is that why Vulgora represents the beetles that Vlastomil’s deal summoned?
