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Ah,look at him, what an idiot.

Let’s be real, These are the only party guests that matter at Lucio’s Masquerade:

Julian

Favorite type: Poison/Dark

Team: Eelektrik, Arbok, Crobat, Murkrow, Zoroark, Scolipede

Asra

Favorite type: Psychic

Team: Dragonair, Delphox, Espeon, Ambipom, Medicham, Cresselia

Nadia

Favorite type: Fairy

Team: Mienshao, Rowlet, Diancie, Florges, Gardevoir, Starmie

Portia

Favorite type: Grass/Normal

Team: Meowth, Victreebel, Bellossom, Shaymin, Munna, Audino

Muriel

Favorite type: Ground/Grass

Team: Cherrim, Ursaring, Torterra, Cubone, Diggersby, Sawsbuck

Lucio

Favorite type: Fire

Team: Mightyena, Mightyena, Rapidash, Gogoat, Charizard, Talonflame

why are we all nasty abt this game, never soft fuck hcs Josh 2k19 || @majuulian

🍋N🍋S🍋F🍋W🍋

It’s rare that sex with Lucio isn’t filthy on some level but that doesn’t mean he can’t be soft during sex.

His dirty talk in these moments is less about degradation and calling you a slut, having you call him by a title and more praise based. 

He’s just telling you how perfect you are for taking him, how good you make him feel / how much he loves making you feel good.

Two words: Body worship

Let that man kiss every expanse of exposed flesh, let him treat you like the priceless piece of art you are.

Absolutely loves giving you oral, doesn’t even need you to reciprocate it, though he isn’t gunna pass that up. But he’s more than content with just going down on you and making you feel good.

Imagine him just frantically kissing you as y’all fuck and in between kisses there’s no dirty talk, just him telling you how much he loves you over and over again

This kind of sex doesn’t happen very often but you both still enjoy it. Holding hands as you slowly rock against each other, his head pressed into the crook of your neck. 👌👌

Lucio loves to snuggle after any kind of sex, including soft fucking. He’s probably even more affectionate after times like this.

Absolutely! Okay, so… Lucio. Count Lucihoe “Thotticus” McHeartthrob the Third. (Sorry, sorry. I’m done. All joking aside, let the headcanons commence.)

Side note: I wrote all of this in a long free-form stream, so hopefully it’s not too all over the place. And there’s a bit more than a dash of lemon, sorry! I got a biiiiiit carried away.

So Lucio is a VERY touch starved man. So touch starved, in fact, I can see him doing almost ANYTHING to get someone to touch him, even (and kind of especially?) picking a fight with them and goading them on.

If you don’t think a hatefuck with Lucio would be amazing? You would be incorrect, my friends. (Be prepared for the sad part of this post. It may be the first of many. Who knows? I don’t.)

Pretty much everyone hates Lucio, and Lucio just wants to be loved, even if if means degrading himself before them and goading people into such a blind rage that they can’t do anything but grab him by the hair from behind and fuck the ever-loving shit out of him, leaving nicks and bruises (HICKIES TOO) and small cuts/tears everywhere.

Lucio dishes out verbal lashings as well as he takes them, so there’s a lot of attempted banter and backtalk, only for whoever is fucking him to gag him with whatever’s closest to them.

Because of Lucio’s aforementioned touch starvation and his ways of coping being very degrading and harsh, Lucio has a MASSIVE forced pseudo-kink (like, not actually his kink, but one he takes upon himself in an attempt to make others love him) for being called degrading names and calling his lover degrading things. Slut, whore, bitch, cumrag? You name it, he probably feeds off of it in bed.

But, but, BUT- when MC comes into Lucio’s life? He’s found the first and only person who he couldn’t goad into a fit of fury, or at least, not visibly. He’s found someone who he can’t make hate him truly, because they understand what he’s trying to do, and to an extent, they understand why he’s trying to do it.

Lucio has never felt good enough for anyone. Not for his parents, not for Nadia, or Asra, or Julian, or really ANYONE. Not even for the Devil, I’d venture to say. That’s why when MC doesn’t let him push them away and doesn’t let him get away with egging people on and picking fights or degrading himself, he’s understandably confused and even a little distrusting of MC.

There’s no way MC could possibly tolerate him, let alone like him, he thinks. This is all a cruel joke, and it will all be over the moment he starts to believe it’s real.

Slowly but surely, though, MC begins to help break Lucio of his self-loathing and his urges to push others to anger for no reason, because there are other more healthy, constructive ways of seeking human contact than running into a room and essentially screaming “FIGHT ME MOTHERFUCKER” in someone’s face.

Lucio starts to realize that MC genuinely cares about him and wants to help him, and won’t take any ifs, ands, or buts from him, let alone any self-deprecating talk (which earns him a chiding scold and an order to write down positive things Lucio likes about himself) or (Arcana forbid) tries to spout hateful talk about MC’s friends (namely, Asra, Julian, and Muriel- MC will make Lucio write positive aspects about each of them after he verbally abuses them, too, even if they weren’t around to hear it).

The first time MC introduces the idea of asking for affection to Lucio, though, he’s so confused it’s kind of cute? It’s completely on accident, MC had a bad day at the shop and approaches Lucio and just asks in an almost pitiful voice if they can have a hug, and Lucio just stared at them owlishly, blinking. Because 1) Someone is asking HIM for a hug?? And 2) Someone is ASKING him for a hug?? What a strange concept to him that you can just ask for what you need instead of forcing a fight to get it in the most convoluted way possible.

So, Lucio wraps MC in a hug, and almost smothers them from enthusiasm until MC coughs and nudges their head against his chest, and he loosens his grip, but only marginally, enough that they can breathe again. (But there’s no way he’s letting them out of this hug, not when this is the first positive affection he may very well have ever experienced in the history of ever.)

After that day, MC offers Lucio physical affection more regularly, with small caresses of the cheek and the back of Lucio’s hand and his palms. MC also places these little feather-light kisses on his face and hands and neck, which Lucio definitely swoons over? And MC definitely has a little nest at the magic shop for cuddle piles in their space, and Lucio has the servants set up an entire room just for cuddling after he’s introduced to that?

Dear goodness, once this man has felt affection, he becomes the clingiest man in the world.

But don’t mistake this clinginess for submissiveness. Lucio does have his subby moods, but he can also be a total power-bottom and loves to dom from the bottom as well.

Make no mistake, our switchy man likes to order MC to suck his cock or eat him out, but he also loves being pegged (a little bit of a leftover kink he discovered during his toxic self degradation period, repurposed by him and MC in a MUCH healthier context than before), and he loves being fucked by real cock, too. It took time for him to admit to this one, and it took even more time to break him of the toxic behaviors that came with this for him, but boy was it worth it for MC to coax it out of him, to end up with such a pretty boy on his hands and knees in front of MC, who takes their sweet time teasing him and taking care of his every physical need (food, water, loving caresses) before giving him what he craves: as much physical contact as he can get, touching as much of him as possible.

He might even develop an overstimulation kink, simply because once the loving touches from MC start, he’d never want them to stop, even after his cock is raw as hell and his asshole is stretched out from the multiple thorough fuckings he just recieved (a few of which were probably fingers-only).

When he and MC make love, though, it’s the softest, sweetest thing, because Lucio is so grateful for everything MC has done for him, especially for teaching him the value of himself and of others.

Also, outside of all of this, Lucio loves his dogs. More than anything or anyone (except maybe MC??) He loves Mercedes and Melchior so much that if this were a modern AU, his favorite candy would be M&Ms just by association of the initials with his dogs.

Mercedes and Melchior are so protective of Lucio, especially with all I’ve described above, so when MC comes into his life, they’re super wary of them.

It takes a long time and a lot of caution, gentle care, and dog treats (probably specially commissioned by MC from Selasi, everyone’s favorite Baker man) to get them to trust MC and see that MC cares about Lucio, and them too.

Mercedes and Melchior knew Lucio before their own names.

Their worlds were dark and simple before they opened their eyes. Mama was warm and close, and sometimes they were aware of their sibling puppies. Everything was soft fur, a warm room, milk, and a gentle occasional touch that wasn’t mama. Sometimes it was like a large paw soothingly patting their heads or backs, other times it was the same shape but a little colder but still as gentle, picking them up off the ground to snuggle against a comforting body with a strong heartbeat.

Eventually, they started to hear. They noticed this other being who wasn’t a dog was often by their mama’s side, mirroring how she curled up with her puppies to keep watch and protect them, introducing them to being pet more often. At first his voice was just vibrations they were lulled to sleep by, and then they could truly hear his voice. He’d talk to them almost nonstop about anything and everything, meaningless words and abstract things they couldn’t understand except that he was there and they never wanted him to leave.

His scent was as familiar to them as their own. Their tiny tails would wag when they could smell him, amber and cinnamon on his skin, but earth and fresh rain on his clothes. Every day he was so interesting, so soothing and affectionate that the siblings would try to clamor to him, wobbling the few feet to his affectionate touch and voice they craved.

The day they opened their eyes, the first thing they saw was Lucio. Both puppies were sniffing him, curled up on his chest for a few minutes. Mercedes and Melchior couldn’t understand what they were seeing at first, the world was so big and vibrant. Lucio’s light hair and smile were joyful and welcoming, and they were sure they’d get better at the whole sight thing eventually. Melchior sniffed more as Mercedes took a nap, both animals protectively snuggled in Lucio’s shirt.

“Alas, for the true Fool of the story was none other than Count Lucio himself”

I spent an ungodly amount of time on this buuut it’s FINALLY done! Based off the theories of Lucio being related to The Fool in one way or another. I really love how it turned out overall!