Lucette NSFW Headcanons

Lucette NSFW Headcanons

IF YOU THOUGHT I WASN’T GONNA DO THIS, YOU’RE FUCKING WRONG 

So some of y’all are hesitant about showing the world just how sinful you really are. Reasonably, I looked around and said “Bet” and got to work. 

(Note: This doesn’t apply to current Lucette yet. This occurs in the future) 

 1. Lucette is a naughty naughty girl. Like damn, does she have a fucking kink list for sure. And she doesn’t even know it yet! 

 2. She absolutely loves rough sex. If you’re not pounding into her like a jackhammer, then what are you doing here? 

 3. Biting is a definite yes. Immediate turn on. You can get her moaning in 2 seconds tops if you do that. 

 4. Scratching is an “in the moment” thing. She’ll claw your back like a goddamn wolverine and will happily accept it back. Then the next morning, she’ll be complaining about it. 

 5. Hair pulling is a big FUCK NO. Do that and you’ll probably be sucker punched. 

 6. Utterly and completely adores dirty talking. Especially if its dark, bestial and possessive. A+ in her book. 

 7. Lots of tongue. She likes being licked anywhere. Except on the sole of her feet and under her knee. That’s gonna activate reflex and next thing you know, you’re missing a tooth. 

 8. Another odd thing she likes is that she gets even more turned on by is having a hand around her throat. Not actually choking but just having it there. 

 9. She has no problem with being tied up. As long as its simple enough to where she could burn it if something goes wrong. 

 10. She is all onboard for threesomes. She actually thinks it would be more fun that way. Provided she knows the people involved, of course. 

 11. This is gonna sound put of the blue but tentacles...sure. She’ll be apprehensive and a bit nervous but as long as the owner of the tentacles comforts her, she’ll be down with it. (This ain’t gonna happen in canon anytime soon but just throwing it out there) 

 12. She can handle a whip. Use that information anyway you see fit. 

 13. If someone asked her to be a sadist in bed for their masochistic kinks, she’ll do it. Just give her instructions and she’ll follow. 

 14. Her favorite place to fuck is obviously in her bedroom and against a wall. However, she does occasionally like to do it on a chair. 

 15. Absolutely no fire. No candles, no pokers, no branding, none of that. Not even hot wax. That gets her anxious and panicky so, just don’t. 

 That’s all I got off the top of my head for now. If I scarred you for life, then my job is done.

Lowering her book just enough for her eyes to look over, she stoically raised a single eyebrow in mild interest. The exchange between two was very...affectionate. A bit too affectionate for a pair of friends. Then again, who is she to talk? She was always the one to give her friends kisses on the cheek as greetings unless told otherwise. Shoot, Victoire always had a kiss and a hug to spare for everyone!

At the thought of her friend, Maria’s gaze lowered in dismay, missing home. She missed all of her friends but she missed Victoire the most. Even though she was a Necromancer, she was cheery, bubbly, and always down to do something fun even at 3 in the morning. She would’ve had a field day in this universe with all the dead stuff.

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Maria simply ate her food as she read, occasionally reaching over to stroke Amon’s head. She would glance up every now and then to make sure the prince was still keeping his distance, not quite ready to trust him. Well, to be honest, she wasn’t ready to trust anyone here.

She had just finished a pear when Amon’s head rose up, his attention now on the doors. She was about to ask what the matter was when Sir Velstadt entered.

“Oh, that’s what.” She remarked,shrugging her shoulders and going back to the book. This spell looked interesting.

“I do apologize for so, my prince.” The Aegis’ massive hand rested on his shoulder, Kasimir leaning into his touch with a sigh. Velstadt’s presence always had a calming aura attached to him, his normally stoic face exchanged for a soft smile beneath his helm:

“Still studying the art that thine father granted..?”

“If I am to become his heir, then I should be capable of matching or be of a similar caliber.”

Me: If you ever somehow have kids, make them read My Immortal and tell them to do the exact opposite. If she’s wearing white foundation, better wear black foundation. My Friend, laughing: That can only go bad, in so many ways. Me: It may go bad, but I’m here to laugh at your misery. My friend, laughing harder: Your entire personality summed up.

dancing bears, painted wings…

Things I almost remember

Even though she found their conversation interesting, Maria still kept tiptoeing past the two men, letting out a sigh of relief when they ignored her. Only to freeze a bit when she heard them talking about someone called Aava. Who is that? Considering they said the word dung, it is an animal, but she didn’t see any animals around here.

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By the time Maria finished her book, her meal was finished and she learnt nothing new. Well, except that Sir Velstadt and Kasimir were totally banging later and that she should stay outside for the rest of the night. Thank goodness that she was a pyromancer. Getting up and stretching, she gave a sigh of relief at the satisfying crack from her back. Very satisfying.

“I’m gonna call it a night. Reading wise.” She called out walking over to a bookshelf but this time with a plan.

“Amon, here boy.” She called to the spirit, waiting for him patiently. Amon let out an annoyed huff from being forced to move, but did as she asked and stood next to her. Lifting one leg up, she gingerly placed her foot on his back, the other following when Amon didn’t react. Now at the appropriate height, Maria put the book in its proper place. Hopping off of Amon, she gave him a large beaming smile.

“Good boy! You’re getting a treat if I find anymore dried mangoes. Have fun studying, Your Highness!” She said, waving at Kasimir as she walked out the door, only to freeze and peek back in with a sly look.

“Oh, and with Velstadt too.” She added, closing the door before he could react. Giggling to herself, she hefted her bag on her shoulders, strolling down the corridor with a grin on her face. Only for that grin to drop when she saw who else was there.

“Ugh, not him again.” She grumbled under her breath, irritably. She honestly decided that she did not like Gotthard, his attitude reminding her of all the annoying boys at school. You know, the one that would argue with a teacher for the whole class period over something minor? That type. Unfortunately for her, there were no other paths except past him.

“If I keep my head down and ignore him, I should breeze right past him with no conversations or problems.” She mumbled to herself in encouragement, grasping her bag straps with her hands as carefully made her way past him.

Almost…there…

Maldron’s shorter stature made him hard to take seriously, though their previous times of cooperation reminded him that was still not an excuse to underestimate the assassin -

The assassin’s gauntlet covered hand rested on his elbow: “By the way, what’s gotten you still sulking at this time of the night? I know that you and your father don’t share the best of relationships -” Those words were like a electric shock down his spine that had Gotthard twitching.

“That’d be a understatement.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Still not an excuse for you to be out here at this time of the night, acting like someone had took your beloved sword and stuck it in a mound of Aava’s dung. A warm bath, and then you’re going to go to sleep.”