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be-my-sunrise · 7 months

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Late Night Grind || p.js

pairings: idol bf!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors pls dni

word count: 3,261

warnings: use of a sex toy, oral (f receiving), fingering, use of pet names (baby and princess), use of derogatory terms (reader being called a slut once), unprotected sex, choking, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, creampie. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: hii! this is my first time sharing my work here and i'm kinda nervous. jisung has been living in my head rent-free 24/7😩 plus i found this sex toy on tiktok and it inspired me to write for jisung. also, thank you @jenoslutie for encouraging me to start a writing blog and share my own work<3 it started from these asks and now i'm here to share the full version hehe i hope you enjoy it!

You're snuggling in a blanket on bed, scrolling through tiktok on your phone while waiting for Jisung to come home. Letting out a sigh as you plop the hand holding your phone down on the bed. You've been home all day since it's a Saturday and you're starting to get bored.

"I should be back home before 10, baby. I'll text you when I arrive, okay? See you soon!" He said earlier before leaving for practice.

You glance at the time on your phone to see that it's now 11pm and Jisung is still not home. You were about to text him when you hear keys fumbling outside, and then you hear Jisung call out your name as he enters your shared apartment.

"Baby, I'm home!"

You open the bedroom door and smile when you see Jisung standing at the small entryway to take his shoes off, his face lit up when he sees you. You cross the room slightly running to hug Jisung, burying your face in his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"Hi princess," he says while stroking your hair gently.

"What took you so long? I missed you." You pout, voice muffled by Jisung's chest.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. We had lots to prepare today, so practice went a bit longer than usual," he says as he rests his chin comfortably on the top of your head. He pulls away after a while and notices that you're only wearing his favorite black Adidas jacket, which falls perfectly on the middle of your thighs.

"Hey, you found my jacket! I looked for it everywhere this morning, where did you find it?"

You looked down at the jacket and smiled. "Well.. It was on my side of the closet, so I guess it's mine now." Jisung raises his eyebrows as he pulls you closer to wrap his arms around your waist.

"Oh, is that so?" he says playfully.

"Mhmm," you giggle. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him. Jisung breaks the kiss to say, "It looks better on you anyway," before connecting his lips on yours once again.

As the kiss deepens, he slowly pushes you until your back hits the wall. His hands roaming freely, sneaking inside the jacket to feel the curves of your body before giving your ass a squeeze, earning a yelp from you. A minute passed and both of you pulled away to catch your breath. Jisung rests his forehead against yours, hands never leaving your body.

"Feeling a bit handsy, hm?" you ask teasingly as you play with the hair on his nape.

"Can't help it. I have a surprise for you, baby. But, I have to clean it before we can use it, just to be safe," he said.

Your tilt your head to the side, looking up at him, "Oohh what kind of surprise?" Jisung smirks, "Go wait for me on the couch, I'll be right back."

He gives you a peck on the lips before letting you go, slapping your ass playfully as you walk. You sit on the couch, excited for the surprise Jisung has for you. Not long after, you hear Jisung's footsteps getting closer.

"All done! Before I show you, can you please just close your eyes for me?"

You close your eyes and you hear Jisung walking around the couch. He suddenly lifts you up with ease, making you squeal in surprise. He sits both of you on the couch with you sitting on top of his left thigh, slightly flinching at the strange object poking the inside of your thighs.

"Okay, you can take a look now!" You open your eyes and look down to see a very strange looking pad strapped on his thigh.

"Ji, what is this?" You run your fingers over the tentacles.

"I saw this on tiktok the other day and I know how much you love to grind on my thigh, so I bought it to try with you," he explains enthusiastically. You smile and bite your lower lip, stomach fluttering from the excitement and at his thoughtfulness.

"Let's not wait any longer then," you say before leaning in for a kiss.

Jisung's hands grips your ass, slowly massaging the cheeks with his palms, making you hum into the kiss. You can feel him tugging on your panties impatiently. He was about to rip it off, but you were quick to stop him. Quickly pulling away and getting up from his lap.

"Wait, no! This is one of my most comfy pairs!" You hook your fingers on the waistband of your panties to pull it down. Jisung laughs in disbelief, leaving soft kisses along your thighs as he helps you.

"Sorry, I've been thinking about this the entire day. The package arrived not long after I left and I couldn't wait to try it," he says, grinning as he looks up to see you.

You giggle at his story, "Ohh, Jisung, you're so cute when you're all impatient."

"Giggle all you want, I was literally so close to ditching practice and run back home." Jisung unclasped the strap to turn on the vibration switch and strapped it back to his thigh. He grabbed the bottle of lube next to him and poured it all over the toy evenly.

"Well, then. I think we should make up for lost time."

You grab onto Jisung's shoulder as you position yourself on his thigh again, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you feel the vibration from the toy. You bite back a moan as you start to slowly grind against the tentacles.

"Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear your pretty moans."

He slightly lifts up the jacket and holds it on your waist to have a clear view of your pussy, swearing under his breath as you start to pick up the pace. You moan out from the stimulation, hands gripping Jisung's shoulders. Jisung leans in to leave kisses on your neck trailing down to your chest before unzipping the jacket completely. He smirks when he sees that you're not wearing any bra underneath.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel Jisung's plump lips around one of your nipples and rolling the other one between his fingers. His tongue flicking back and forth against the hardened bud before doing the same with the other, the sudden cold air sends shivers down your spine.

"S-shit, it feels so good," you say with a shaky voice.

Jisung leans his head against the backrest, the vibration from the toy is enough to make him dizzy from the sensation. He's so hard he can feel his cock twitching in his pants, especially with the view in front of him. Jaw dropping with moans spilling from your mouth, eyes closing as you grind on his thigh, wearing nothing but his jacket, which hangs loosely from your figure. Fuck, the sight itself could make him cum untouched. He would flutter his eyes close every time your knee brushes against his bulge. His breath gets shallow as he becomes more and more aroused. You move your hips faster as you start to feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

"Fuck, baby. You look so pretty like this. Riding my thigh so desperately like a little slut," he paused. "I can't stop thinking about you, I kept getting in trouble for not focusing during practice."

He notices that your moves start to get sloppy, so he puts his hands on your hips to help guide you, while pushing your hips down as well to apply more pressure to your clit.

"Oh my- fuck, I'm so close."

"That's it, baby, cum for me."

You moan loudly as you reach your climax, dropping your body on top of Jisung. Digging your nails on his shoulder as you ride out your high, making him hiss in pain. Once you come down from your high, you lift your hips weakly to sit on Jisung's thigh that is not covered with the pad, leaving a wet patch on his pants from your release. He rubs your back as he waits for you to catch your breath. When you start to calm down, you lift your head to kiss Jisung.

"That was intense," you giggle. Jisung smiles, "you have no idea how hard you make me just from watching you." You push yourself up to look at his situation. Jisung let out a loud moan when your knees bump against his cock, the prominent bulge almost looks painful.

"My turn now."

Jisung grabs your waist and pushes you down gently on the couch while getting down on his knees as well. A soft moan falls from your lips at the sight of his toned body as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere across the room. He leaves kisses on the inside of your thigh, inching closer to your center. You suck in a sharp breath when he suddenly licks a stripe up your slit, collecting your release on his tongue. He groans from the taste of you.

You lift your head to see him looking up at you and you swear you see his eyes darken. He smirks before flattening his tongue, your hips jerking up as his tongue brushes against your clit. You try to wiggle away as you're still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Jisung clicked his tongue in annoyance before hooking his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, holding you in place as he pressed his tongue on your clit again. You whimper, pulling on his hair to push him away, but he did not budge at all.

"Don't even think about stopping me, baby." He says lowly, his deep voice laced with warning.

He closed his lips on your clit and sucked the sensitive bud, making your legs tremble from the overstimulation as he continued. Slowly, your whimpers turn to moans, and the hand pulling on his hair is now pushing his head closer. Jisung hums in satisfaction around your clit, the vibration making you moan loudly. He looks up at you through his lashes, palms moving up to grip your tits. Just as you start to feel close, he suddenly stops and pulls his lips away from your clit. Hips humping the air at the sudden loss, making you whimper.

"No, don't stop! Please, I'm so close," you begged, tears pricking in your eyes.

"Get up." He says as he stands up and pulls you along with him. Your legs felt like jelly, causing you to almost fall over if Jisung hadn't caught you. Once he's sure he got a nice hold on you, he bends down slightly to take off the strap from his thigh and places it on the edge of the couch backrest.

"Go straddle the couch and I want your ass facing me," he says, dominance can be heard from his tone.

You turn to face your back against him and straddle the couch. You position yourself on top of the pad and bend over to give Jisung a clear view of your soaking pussy, your arms supporting your upper body. As you lower yourself on the pad, you feel Jisung's index finger running over your slit while you move your hips against the tentacles.

You let out a surprised yelp as he pushed two fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making you dizzy. He starts to pump his fingers in and out of you while his other hand goes to stroke his bulging cock, biting down on his lower lip from the slightest stimulation.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum again, baby." Jisung adds one more finger inside you when he felt you clench around his fingers, determined on making you cum one more time before fucking you dumb.

A loud moan left your lips when you reach your second climax, hips jerking uncontrollably as you ride out your high. Jisung pumps his fingers a few more times before pulling out. You turn your head back to look at him just as he was taking off his boxers, where traces of arousal can be seen. Your pussy clenched when his cock slapped against his lower abdomen. The sight of his thick veiny cock making your mouth water. You can feel yourself getting aroused again, even though you had just come down from your second orgasm of the night.

"Like what you see?" Jisung smirked as he pumped his cock with the hand that was inside of you, rubbing the arousal all over his cock while his other hand massages your ass cheek.

"You know I always do, baby." You bite your lip and press your clit against the pad, moaning from the stimulation. Jisung positions himself behind you, pressing the tip of his cock up and down against your slit, using your wetness as a lubricant.

"Baby, please. Stop teasing me," you whine.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Patience, princess." He kisses your shoulder and leaves a trail of it along your back.

"I want to take my time with you," he says in a low voice.

You whine in protest as you feel your pussy throb with need, feeling the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "Please, I need you so bad."

"Will you be a good girl for me?" he asks teasingly.

"Jisungie, please! I'll be so good for you, I promise," you cry out in frustration. He finally pushes his cock inside of you, making both of you moan in relief, his huge cock stretching you deliciously. Jisung hisses at the warm sensation around his cock.

"Fuck, always so tight for me."

He drops his head on your shoulder as he bottoms out fully, giving you time to adjust to his big size. No matter how many times you've had sex with Jisung, you can never get used to how big he is. Once you've adjusted, you move your hips slightly as a signal to Jisung. He almost pulled out completely before slamming his cock back in, thrusting roughly. Your body jerks forward from the impact and you moan out loudly.

His hands gripping your sides, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts. Only the sound of skin slapping, your broken moans, and Jisung's heavy breathing can be heard in the living room, along with the soft buzz from the vibrator.

You swear under your breath as Jisung's hands reach down to play with your tits, toying with the nipple before pulling your upper body to hold you close to him. You lay your head against his shoulder, your left hand reaches around Jisung's head to pull on his hair and your other hand grips his arm. Jisung lets out a deep growl when he feels you clenching around his cock, signaling that you're close.

"Are you close, baby?"

You answer with a nod, unable to think properly. He clicked his tongue at your response, "use your words, or you're not coming at all." His thrust slows down waiting for your response, making you cry in frustration.

"No, Jisung please, don't slow down. I'm so close!"

You feel the air getting knocked out of you as Jisung slams his hips against you to pick up the pace. With him hitting your sweet spot each thrust, the vibrating tentacles rubbing against your swollen clit, and Jisung toying with your nipples, it doesn't take long until you feel the familiar knot in your stomach.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," you say weakly to Jisung.

"No."

"Please, I can't-" Jisung cuts you off as he puts one of his hands around your throat, putting enough pressure to block your airways.

"Yes, you can. Hold on a bit longer for me, baby, I'm close too."

You can feel Jisung's thrust getting sloppier as he is reaching his climax. Your grip on his hair tightens as a choked sob falls from your lips, unable to deny your orgasm any longer. Jisung lets out a breathy laugh at the sight of you crying.

"Look at you, so pretty crying over my cock. Does my cock make you feel good, hm? You like it when I fuck you dumb like this?" You clench around his cock as a response, a deep growl falls from his lips.

"Cum for me, princess. You've been such a good girl," he says as he releases the grip on your throat.

You scream from the intense climax, body convulsing in pleasure as you clench tightly around Jisung once again, triggering his own release. Jisung shoots his cum deep inside you, groaning loudly as he thrusts slowly to ride out both of your highs.

He holds your body close to him and kisses your forehead before letting you go. Your upper body falls forward onto the couch backrest, giving Jisung access to dig his fingers under the silicone pad and turn off the vibration switch. You suck in a sharp breath when Jisung pulls out, flinching from overstimulation. He lets out a groan at the sight of your releases mixing together and dripping onto the pad. Your hips jerked as he collects the releases in his fingers and pushed it back inside of you.

You can barely keep your eyes open as Jisung helps you down from the couch and carries you in his arms to the bedroom. He lays you down gently on the bed and throws a blanket over you to keep you warm as he runs you a bath. He also went back to the living room to grab the discarded clothes and the grinder pad to clean later.

Once the bath is ready, he carries you in first before going in as well. He pulls your body close to him, so you can lean against his chest. You let out a sigh as the warm water relaxes your muscles. Both of you bathe quietly before Jisung breaks the silence.

"So, what do you think of your surprise?"

You turn to face him and smile, "I loved it, baby. Thank you." Jisung returns your smile and leans in for a sweet kiss.

"Was I too rough earlier?" he asks carefully.

"Nothing I can't handle, don't worry."

He smiles before kissing you again. You stay in the bath a little bit longer before drying off. Jisung goes to the closet to grab pajamas for both of you, while you sit on the bed waiting for him. He hands you your pajamas and a fresh pair of underwear before putting on his own.

After you're both done, Jisung switches the lights off before climbing into bed. You snuggle against Jisung, laying your head on his chest as he holds you close. He pulls the comforter over the two of you. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard Jisung call your name.

"You wanna know something?" he asks quietly.

"Tell me."

Jisung bites back a smile before answering, "I wasn't lying when I said you look so pretty crying over my cock."

You open your eyes and gasp, tilting your head to look at him, "Hey!"

Jisung laughs at your reaction, "It's true! You should've seen yourself."

You roll your eyes, trying to hold back the smile. "Shut up and go to sleep, Jisung." You say as you lay your head back on his chest and close your eyes.

"I'm definitely fucking you in front of a mirror next time," he whispers under his breath, which earns him a slap on the chest from you.

"Jisung!"

"Ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop!"

thanks for reading! any kind of feedback would be much appreciated<3333

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sminiac · 25 days

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do u think u could do what morning cuddles would be like with piwon?? thank uu!!

💌 — MORNING CUDDLES IM GOING TO EXPLODE INTO TINY ITTY BITTY PIECES

— SFW!

⋆ Y. Keeho

With sleep still lingering heavy on his eyelids Keeho becomes incredibly clingy, and to an extent he can be quite sensitive as well. Asks of you to “Please don’t be mean to me” when you’re trying to source any viable excuse to get you out of the devastatingly comfy bed and into the kitchen so you don’t over sleep, he just takes it very personally, but it’s hard to deny him the comfort of your body moulded into his when he’s unintentionally being so soft and cute about it. He either struggles with waking up so bad and will drag the process of your soft kisses and coaxing words out for as long as he can, or he just lays at your side, smiling to himself as he traces your features with the tips of his fingers.

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ C. Taeyang

Not the whiniest, surprisingly. All he asks of is for back scratches and some love, that’s all he needs. Oh! But also maybe a cup of water if you’re getting up since it’s on your way, maybe a little snack too? It’s hard to deny him, sometimes he tugs on just the right strings and you’ll come back with breakfast prepared and ready to eat. He likes morning like this, watching tv, catching up on each others lives, the warm glow of the sun keeping you warm even when you’re sitting up and out of the nest of blankets. He catches glimpses of a secure future spent with you doing exactly the same thing, only the two of you will be older, and free from worry. Sometimes he’ll think about it for a little too long and his throat will start to tighten, he swears he doesn’t mean to get emotional, you’re just the one of the closest feeling to home he has, and he’s just so grateful you’re sticking around. Leans his head onto your shoulder when he’s finished eating, silently kissing your hand.

⋆ C. Jiung

Draws shapes and secret words against your back that you can’t focus on when he talks with his morning voice. Getting him to continue talking doesn’t talk much effort, and he doesn’t fight it knowing how tired you are struggling not to fall back asleep. Talking about his music and any upcoming projects really gets him going, sometimes he talks in circles, and then laughs to himself whilst kissing your head, apologizing for not making any sense. When he’s not talking he’s singing, it’s not a conscious decision, it just slips, and he doesn’t try to sound good he just does, there’s something so perfect about the tenderness to his tone and how he sings for only your ears, you’re always the first to hear his new demos and experiments.

⋆ H. Intak

Even when he’s less than half awake he still seems so conscious. Will pull you into him if you’re a little too far, adjusts your arms so he can get a better hold on you, tucking you under his chin nice and comfy so he can go right back to sleep. You can never tell if he’s actually knocked out or if he’s just laying there with his eyes closed, but he always answers to the small curious pokes to his chest with a raspy “hm?” But that’s all you’ll get, so don’t expect much more. When Intak’s got you in his bed he’s a complete log, stays stuck to you all night and throughout most of the morning. After he’s fully awake then he enjoys small morning overviews of the previous day if you weren’t with him, and what you want to do today. He’ll do anything to keep you talking, to him there’s nothing better than a cozy morning in his bed accompanied by his lover who sounds so pretty when he makes you laugh.

⋆ H. Shota

The easiest to deal with, an absolute angel. Shota’s so content with anything you have to offer, he doesn’t mind if you get up 29272 times, as long as you come back to him he doesn’t mind at all ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა‎ accommodates to your morning routine as much as he can during the weekdays, but when it comes to free days when the two of you have nothing to do, no one to see, then he’ll ask of you to just stay in bed with him for as long as possible. Holds you if your body temp typically runs on the chillier side, or keeps an adequate amount of space between the two of you if you become hot quickly. He doesn’t say much when he’s tired, only small sounds and nods, but when he’s more awake he’s a little more talkative, not by a lot, but he enjoys playing with your hair while talking about a recent interest of his that you just have to know about too!

⋆ K. Jongseob

Mornings with Seob are always very quiet and easy- at least that’s how he tries to make them, his day-to-day schedule varies, but somehow he still manages to cut through any unexpected changes to sustain the tranquil nature of his room for even just a few more minutes spent with you in his arms. Not necessarily a possessive person in general, he can live with his members being physically affectionate with you, but when it’s early in the morning and the suns just barely creeping through the window all he wants is you, and all to himself at that. Asks where you’re going if you’re shifting in any way that indicates to him that you’re getting up, if he can come, why you’re going. Immediately settles once you’re back in bed and he can nuzzle into you.

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pb524830 · 3 months

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anyone else

part: 2 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 2.9k c/w: sexual content, language a/n: here's part two! let me know if you guys would want to see something from paige's pov... i'm thinking about it

SEPTEMBER 2020

“You don’t have to walk me home,” I laugh.

“You didn’t have to stay and watch me shoot,” Paige retorts. I hide a smile at this.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t immediately attracted to her. Her tall, lithe figure, long blonde hair that seems to fall just perfectly, those wide, piercing blue eyes that make you want to tell her just about anything.

“I wanted to,” I admit. She grins at this, her teeth glinting in profile when I look up at this. “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” I nudge her side with my shoulder, and she laughs, stumbling. The Connecticut air is crisp, not yet too cold, but a perfect median. “Anybody ever call you Ava?” She asks. I hesitate. “No, actually.” She smiles. “Can I call you Ava?”

I purse my lips. “Yeah. Yeah, you can.” “Avantika’s such a pretty name, though,” She muses. I roll my eyes. “I already told you that line isn’t gonna work on me.”

Paige tuts, skipping in front of me to walk backwards, my practice bag slung onto her shoulder. “Ah, but you’re letting me walk you home, aren’t you?” I snort. “You’re just free labor for me.” She holds a hand to her heart. “That’s all I am to you? After all these years?” I laugh out loud at this.

“See? I made you smile.” Paige stops in front of my apartment complex.

“I’m laughing at you,” I tell her firmly.

“Doesn’t make your smile any less beautiful,” she says, her tone suddenly serious.

My breath catches in my throat. “You should get home,” I tell her. She hands me my bag and takes a step closer. “When can I see you again… Ava?” I bite my lip, looking up at her. “When do you want to see me again… Paige?”

The smile she gives me is radiant.

OCTOBER 2020

“Stop.”

“No.”

“Paige.”

“Hi!”

“Oh, my God. Put your phone down and start studying.”

“I’m bored,” Paige whines, flopping backwards on her couch. At this point, we’ve been hanging out for about a month - studying together, walking each other to class, things of that sort. We’d gotten… close. She still hits on me shamelessly, but it’s grown endearing. Enticing, even. I hate to say it, but I like being around her. I like hearing her make stupid jokes, I like her easy laugh, and I like how she makes me feel: desired. Wanted. I think I like her.

I throw a Cheez-It at her head, and it lands in her hair. She fishes it out. “Do not eat that,” I tell her firmly. She smirks, then pops it into her mouth. “Oh, you’re gross.” “Can we go to my room? It’s more comfortable there,” she suggests.

I raise an eyebrow at her. “That’s a really shitty way to try and get in my pants,” I tease. She gapes at me. “You’re such a pervert,” she accuses. I wave her off. “Yes, we can hang out in there. Just give me a sec to finish this lab.” She lays back down on the couch on her stomach, poking my knee. “You wanna smoke? I have the pen,” she offers. I ponder for a moment, reviewing my numbers and comparing them with my lab partner’s. “Yeah, why not?” I agree. She pumps her fist. “Yes,” she whispers triumphantly. I laugh as she rests her cheek against my knee, looking up at me expectantly. “Are you done now?” I click the submit button. “All done!” She cheers, closing my laptop and setting it to the side, before picking me up by my waist and throwing me over her shoulder.

I laugh loudly, hitting at her back before she tosses me onto her bed, a soft purple comforter covering the length of it. I settle against her pillows as she digs through her drawer, hunting for the pen. She eyes it. “Do you think that’s enough?” She asks. I cock my head, squinting at the yellow-ish oil remaining in the pen. “Should be good,” I muse.

She hits the pen, inhaling deeply, before blowing the smoke out into my face. I bite my lip, letting the minty smell of her breath mix with the smell of cannabis. She plops down next to me, handing me the pen. We trade it back and forth for a few hits, the scent of the smoke settling in a haze over us. Soon enough, my body’s relaxed, my mind moving sluggishly as I turn to face her, taking the pen from her.

“Hey, sexy,” she says, handing it over.

“Hey, yourself,” I murmur, eyeing her lips. I find my eyes drawn there a lot lately. Either to her lips or to her fingers. Or her eyes. Or her biceps. Really just anything about her.

Right now, I’m drawn to the evil glint in her eye. “Wanna play a game?” She proposes. I hold the pen out to her, and instead of taking it in her hand, she takes a deep draw from my hand. She puffs out the smoke, and my heart stutters. “What kind of game?” I ask.

Paige sits up. “Truth or Strip,” she says. I raise an eyebrow. My heart pounds, and in the haze of my high I swear I can feel it in my throat. “No way,” I reply. “Come on,” she urges. “Don’t be such a pussy,” she says. I look down at my outfit; a pair of high waisted flare jeans and a UConn baby tee. Paige has on a hoodie and sweats, but I’m not sure what else she has on underneath. Surely more than me. I shrug the thought off. What could Paige possibly ask that I don’t want to answer?

“Sure,” I say, sitting up to face her. “Let’s play.”

“What’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?”

Oh. “My high school locker room. What’s your body count?”

Paige bites her lip. Then, she reaches for the hem of her hoodie, pulling it over her head.

“Which of my teammates would you fuck?”

“Aubrey,” I answer immediately.

Paige laughs, eyes flicking to my lips. “That was quick.”

I shrug. “I know what I want,” I say back.

Paige sits back against the pillows, her t-shirt riding up to expose her midriff ever so slightly. “Your turn,” she says. There’s a shift in the room, a shift in her gaze, and suddenly, even though I have all my clothes on - I feel naked.

“Would you be okay? If I fucked Aubrey?” I ask softly, tracking her eyes with my own. I watch her tongue dart out to wet her lips, and she wordlessly tugs her shirt off, letting it fall to the side. I desperately try to pretend that the sight of her torso, her toned stomach and prominent collarbones, coated with a slight sheen of sweat from her high, doesn’t drive me insane.

“Would you rather fuck Aubrey… or me?”

Answer her. I finger the fabric of my baby tee, before shrugging it off, leaving me in my bra and jeans. I toss it at Paige. She raises both her eyebrows, watching me through hooded eyes. Her eyes trail across my chest, then my face. She picks my shirt up from where it’s landed on her stomach and lets it fall off the bed.

“Why’d you really walk me home the night we met?” I breathe.

Paige watches my mouth move, eyes following my lips. “I just wanted to know what it would be like to kiss you,” she whispers. “Why’d you let me walk you home?”

I don’t know.

I reach for the button of my pants, sitting up onto my knees. Paige makes a noise in the back of her throat, watching me shimmy them down my thighs. “Do you want to fuck me right now?” I ask boldly. Paige says nothing. She just lifts her hips off the bed and pushes the waistband of her pants down. Wordlessly, I reach over to help, tugging them down her legs, then placing faint kisses on her thighs on the way back up, admiring how toned her legs are. She huffs. “How wet are you right now?”

My brain is hazy from my high, thoughts swimming around in a way I can’t quite place. But it’s her, too, her voice and her gaze and her body making me dizzy in a way that the pen can’t explain away completely.

I reach for the clasp on my bra and watch Paige’s stomach constrict.

“Do you want this off?” I whisper.

I watch her swallow hard. “It’s not your turn.”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes.”

Slowly, I unclasp my bra, letting it trail down my shoulders. I’m naked except for my panties, which are soaked, my nipples erect as Paige’s eyes drink me in hungrily. “Fuck, Ava,” she whispers, and the way she says my name drips with such desire that I can’t help but crawl to her. She helps me onto her lap, letting me straddle her waist as she sits up straighter. Her hands immediately span my back, worshiping my bare skin with her touch.

Her fingers run up and down my torso. I scoot forward, straddling her bare stomach, and drag my clothed clit across her toned muscle. My mouth drops open, her fingers immediately going to my hips, digging into the skin there. “We’re really gonna do this?” She asks. I grind against her experimentally again, gasping. “Do you want to?” I pant.

“Is that even a question?” Her voice is husky. Her hands come up to my breasts, the pads of her thumbs circling my nipples ever so slightly.

“Paige,” I whisper.

“Hang on,” she murmurs, the rest of her fingers splaying across my ribcage as she teases my nipples.

Her eyes dart to mine. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

I huff out a laugh, balancing my hands on her bare hips, her hip bones hard underneath me. “What are you gonna do about it?” I pant out, her hands holding my hips still so that I can’t move against her.

She sits up further, her hand going to brace the back of my neck, winding into my hair. She licks her lips, her breath hot against my mouth as she brings our faces closer and closer. “Ava,” she murmurs.

“Please,” I beg, too high to be embarrassed by it.

She grins, connecting our lips slowly, our moans mixing together. She slips her tongue into my mouth immediately, hands moving to my breasts to squeeze and knead them. “Oh, fuck, just like that,” I gasp, moving my clothed core against her torso.

Then her phone starts buzzing. “Ignore it,” she pants against my lips. It doesn’t stop. “Do you need to get that?” I ask, but she just kisses me harder. Her phone continues buzzing, and I lean back, placing a hand against her chest. “Paige,” I say. She groans, throwing her head back. “Fuck,” she mumbles, reaching for her phone. Her eyes widen. “I have to go,” she says suddenly, clambering off the bed and throwing her shirt on.

“Wha-” I start. She shakes her head, tugging her pants on. “I’m sorry. Please, come back tonight. It’ll be worth it, I promise.” “Paige, is everything okay?” I ask, concerned. “Yes, it’s fine.” She dismisses me quickly.

“If you don’t want to-”

“Ava. I want to. Fuck, you have no idea how bad I want to.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Ava.” She stops me, kissing me hard on the mouth. She looks me right in the eyes. “You’re not going to bed tonight without coming on my fingers. Are we clear?”

I gape at her. “Yeah. Yes.”

“I’ll see you back here tonight?”

“Yes.”

NOVEMBER 2021

“Coming!”

I skid out of my room, sprinting towards the banging on my front door. I open it to find a very stressed and disheveled looking Paige. Her eyes are rimmed with dark circles, hair thrown up lazily into a bun, a black sweatshirt hanging off her shoulders. She brushes past me into my apartment without an invitation. Her scent - a clean, flowery scent, maybe a bit of pine - engulfs my nose, familiar and taunting.

“We need to talk,” she says, just as I ask, “Can I help you?” I raise my eyebrows at her as I close my door. “No, come in, Paige. I’m doing great, thanks for asking.”

“Cut the shit,” she says tiredly, glancing around.

My eyebrows shoot up even further. “Excuse you?”

Her eyes return to mine, ice cold. “You heard me.” I open my mouth, floundering for a retort, but my words escape me.

Paige takes a deep breath, looking around again curiously. “Have I been here before?”

The question is so startling it cuts through my anger momentarily. “What?”

She places her hands on her hips, peering into my kitchen at the entrance. “This apartment. I swear I’ve…”

OCTOBER 2020

I’m giddy, almost, as I make my way back to my apartment from Paige’s place. I’d stopped at a local drugstore to pick up some stuff for volleyball; some tape for my fingers, and a bandaid for a blister on the back of my foot. When I open the door to my apartment, I assume no one is home.

Then I hear a voice. Two voices. Both of them familiar, one of them out of place.

“I’m really glad you came over.” It’s my roommate, Audrey.

“Me, too. That was fun.” My heart drops. It’s not her. It can’t be her. But I round the corner to Audrey’s room, and her blonde hair is unmistakable as she leans down to connect her lips with Audrey’s. My eyes sting with tears as my shaking hand covers my mouth and I back away, feeling sick to my stomach.

Because she’s kissing her. She’s kissing her the same way she kissed me just a couple hours ago, and they’ve obviously just had sex. I stumble to my room, slamming the door, the knot so overwhelming I can hardly bear it. I clutch at my stomach, my room a blur from behind my tears, gasping for air.

Maybe I saw it wrong.

Maybe I imagined her here.

Or maybe… Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe I was stupid enough to believe that the biggest player on campus, the one I’d heard had a new girl in her bed every weekend, if not every night, might actually want something to do with me besides fucking me. I choke on my own silent sobs, thinking of the way her hungry eyes took me in, hands roving over me like I was made of glass and marble, like she had the power to break me.

Because she does. Or she did.

I steel my nerves, blinking my tears away.

My phone buzzes. A text from her. She’s home, and she wants me to come over.

Like hell I’m going.

NOVEMBER 2021

I cross my arms over my chest self-consciously, recalling the last time Paige had been here, clearing my throat. “No. Not with me, at least.”

She licks her lips, glancing back at me. “You said you needed to talk to me?” I ask slowly.

“That. Yeah. Look, I don’t know what your problem is with me-” I scoff at this incredulously.

“No, really, Avantika, I don’t. So unless you want to explain it to me-”

“I’ll pass on that, thanks.”

“Do you even give a shit about Azzi?” She demands.

“I’m sorry?” I ask.

“She likes you, Avantika. Like, she loves having you as a friend. You saw how happy she was last night, just because you came out to a bar with us?”

I sniff, nodding. “I love her, too. It’s just that between school and practice-”

“That’s not gonna work here. She’s a student athlete, too. I know the reason you don’t hang out with her is because you don’t want to see me.” I scoff so hard at this I nearly start coughing. “Oh, you are so conceited,” I hiss, marching past her into the kitchen. She grabs my arm, hauling me back. “Tell me I’m wrong,” she says quietly.

I refuse to meet her eyes, jerking my arm away.

“Look, dude. Azzi’s my best friend. I know y’all are close. I don’t want to be the reason y’all drift apart or something.”

“You’re giving yourself a lot of credit.”

“Will you just shut the fuck up for two seconds?” She demands, her voice rising as she leers over me.

“You have a lot of fucking nerve, you know that, Bueckers?” I sneer, reaching up to push her away.

Paige catches my hands in hers, backing me into the wall and pushing me against it hard. My breathing stills, and her eyes bore into mine. When she speaks, it’s with a quiet intensity I’ve never heard from her.

“You don’t like me. I get it. I’m not your biggest fan, either. But for Azzi’s sake, please, please… let’s pretend we don’t want to kill each other. Okay?”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding and nod. “Yeah. Okay.”

Paige lets me go, backing up. I should feel angrier than I am, but my wrists almost fizzle where she’s touched me. “Her birthday’s in a couple days. We’re doing a surprise party thing after practice. She’d want you there.”

I nod again. “Yeah. Down.”

She smiles ever so slightly. “Wear something nice. I liked that top the other night.”

I laugh hollowly. “Don’t tell me what to do, Paige,” I say, but the taunt is half-hearted.

The truth is, I miss her. The truth is, I feel bad that I iced her out. And I’m not thawing by any means.

I think I’m just tired of hating her.

#wcbb #uconn wbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x oc #fic

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leonskennedysfavoritewife · 4 months

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MILE HIGH - DILF! Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k (short story/drabble)

MINORS DNI!!! 18+

Warnings: airplane sex (duh), public sex, severe praise kink, soft Dom Leon if you squint??, I think that’s it.

“This is your Captain speaking- the seatbelt sign is now off. You’re free to get up and use the restroom or just take off your seatbelts. Thank you.”

Several people shuffle through the aisles, shimmying and mumbling “sorry,‘scuse me”s on their way to the tiny airplane bathrooms.

This particular flight wasn’t the worst one you had been on ever- at least you were able to enjoy first class with Leon. Just a perk from his overflowing amount of government salary.

About 30 minutes later- most passengers were napping or occupied watching some boring, c-list airplane movie- while Leon had nudged you. He was already off and away- giving you time to follow shortly after. When you felt the time was right- you maneuvered from the comfortable airplane seat and pushed past the dividing curtain- onward to the restroom.

You stood in front of the door and looked around- no one was paying attention at all. Your hand dipped down to knock discreetly at thigh level, and the door clicked. You took one last look around before you stepped in to join him.

He almost couldn’t believe you agreed to it- but here you were. Now across from him in the cramped space under the fluorescent lighting. His dirty blonde bangs hung in his face as he leaned over you- smirking.

“Hey, you.” He said in a hushed tone- his voice low and gravely in your ear.

“Hey.” You mumbled back- just seeing the way he looked at you already had you turned on.

“Sooo… how is this gonna work?” He asked, trailing his hands up your hips, underneath your shirt.

You turned your head to look around- barely room to move.

“Shit- uh…” You honestly had no idea. It’s like they made the bathrooms on airplanes smaller and smaller just to deter couples from doing.. this.

He chuckled, patting your hip before trying to straighten himself- only to bump his head on a wall compartment.

“God, fucking-“

“Shhh!” You giggled, brushing a thumb over his lips. His eyes darkened with mischief, and he clicked his tongue.

“How about this- you can turn around for for me?” He hummed close to your ear- brushing some of your hair back. You nod and turn in place- your butt brushing against his crotch- and holy shit- you can already feel how hard he is.

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling before he pulled his jeans and boxers out of the way- just enough to free himself. Before anything, though, he kissed at the back of your neck- his arm wrapped around you and his hand trailing down your stomach and into your waistband. His fingers dipped lower, finding your clit as he spread some of your wetness.

“Fuck, baby. I barely had to do anything and you’re already soaking.” He taunted softly, beginning to circle that sweet spot that made you jerk- your form arching and your bottom pushing into him suddenly- making his back thud the wall while he still held onto you.

“Shit…so much for being discreet.” He mumbled, not really caring anymore. Whatever trouble he gets into could just as easily be gotten out of thanks to his government title. After all- knowing and holding onto a ‘to-the-grave’ secret really had its perks.

“Like you care.” You responded breathily, Leon now placing his other hand (that isn’t playing with your clit) on your back to keep you bent over the sink- his cock poking into your thigh.

“Maybe just be quiet and cum for me- yeah? That pretty mouth of yours will get us caught.” He coos- not faltering any movements. Just steady, tight circles the way he knows you like. He keeps you pressed into the sink- hell-bent on giving you an orgasm before he even thinks of fucking you- even if you were both on borrowed time.

He nips at the side of your neck- mumbling encouragements to make you forget about being alert- while still making sure you were quiet.

“That’s it- having trouble standing up, baby?” He taunts you- knowing you’re seconds away from coming undone- his own hips bucking slightly as he’s gently rubbing himself into your thigh.

“C’mon baby- the sooner you cum for me- the sooner I’ll be inside you. You want that?” His breath is warm on your skin and his voice is low and gravely- supporting you as you crash hard into your orgasm- Leon’s hand moving from your back and onto your mouth- tightly concealing any noises that might come out.

“Fuck- that’s it- let it all out. I’ll keep you quiet.” He huffs- out of air just watching you. Not being in you only makes him feel more desperate.

Before you can even respond or catch your breath- his cock slides into you- filling your cunt all the way. You let out a whine against his hand- which he figures would be safer kept over your mouth.

“Yeah- feel every inch of me baby. I’m gonna have you stumbling out of here.” You can’t even respond- not that he expects you to. He just wants you to lay there and look pretty while he stuffs you- push you to see how well you can be quiet while he starts thrusting- relentless in hitting you deep.

With his hand still on your mouth and the other on the small of your back- he thrusts his hips effortlessly, watching as your cunt swallows him perfectly- as usual. His stamina right now is both a blessing and a curse- tears of pleasure threatening to spill from your eyes with no other way to convey how fucking good it feels.

“C’mon- that’s it. I know it feels good, baby. Just be quiet a little longer.” You nod- sweat forming around your mouth from his hand. When the fuck did it get so hot in this bathroom? Did you even care? (No).

“God- baby. I’m gonna- fuck… just a little bit more and I’ll fill you up good.” He mutters- losing his own composure as hugs hips tighten- his pace a little sloppy but still rough and delicious.

“F-fuck.” He murmurs- a half groan escaping his lips as he spills into you- his cock twitching with release.

He removes himself from you- both hands and appendagea and you equallytake a minute to recooperate before you speak to him.

“So- you can make noises but I can’t?”

#leon kennedy brainrot #leon kennedy #resident evil #DILF Leon Kennedy #death island leon Kennedy #death island #resident evil death island #Leon Kennedy x Reader smut #Leon Kennedy x Reader #leon kennedy death island

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joonggphilia · 5 months

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🩶🩶Top of the Class🩶🩶 ——————————————

pairing: Top San x Bttm M!reader genre: smut (super fluffy) cw: finger sucking, hickeys A/n: This is prob one of my favorites <3

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You were so stressed. So many exams and projects to finish, just to keep those good grades you had promised your family. You’d do anything for your marks to go up. Today you decided to approach your classes TA. Choi San. He was so smart and pretty handsome for a nerd. “Hey San! I’m kinda stressing about this class and I really need my marks to go up. I’ll give you anything you’d like in return.” You ranted, praying he’d accept the offer. He looked down at you with his arms crossed and a big smile across his face. “Of course, M/n. I’m free later tonight actually, I’ll decide what I want then.” San accepted, his friendly smile never leaving his face. ————

A knock sounded on your dorm door, the loud sound resounding through your small room. “Coming!” You chirped, moving towards the door. “Hey M/n. Ready to get to work?” San asked, gesturing to the laptop and notebook in his hands. You didn’t respond, to distracted by the man in front of you. You were used to him with his business casual looks and glasses on. Oh no. He stood in front of you wearing a white tank top and grey baggy sweatpants. Seeing him in this new light made you sweat. “C-come in. You can set your stuff on the living room table.” You breathed, snapping out of your trance. While you two were studying you couldn’t help but gasp every time his hand brushed over yours. Fuck. Your eyes kept drifting down to his nether regions. The print in his sweats made you wonder, was he free balling!? If so he was big, holy crap. “Earth to M/n. We’re finished, good job.” San chimed, closing his laptop and leaning back against the couch. “O-oh..ok! Thanks San it means a lot. So what did you want in exchange, I’ve got money.” You stammered, reaching for your phone before San’s strong hand stopped you. “I don’t want you to pay me. I want you to tell me what you’ve really been thinking about tonight, sitting next to me.” San admitted, nonchalantly. “Well….I’ve honestly been admiring you this whole time. You’re extremely attractive.” You blurted, a light blush covering your face. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” San hummed, before grabbing your chin and pulling you into a heated kiss. Neither of you complained at the feeling, getting lost in each other’s warmth just felt right. San pulled his shirt, muscles rippling at the sudden movement. “Oh my god.” You gasped, the sight of his godly body sending your mind reeling. “I know. It’s your turn smarty.” He motioned at you to take your shirt off. You complied, even going as far as slipping your shorts off as well. San raised his eyebrows and quickly copied your desperate actions. “Let’s get to work now, shall we?” San laughed, latching his lips onto your neck, leaving marks up and down your shoulders. His wet kisses were going straight to your dick, the friction in your boxers becoming unbearable. “San. I need you, please.” You whined, grinding against his bulge. He moved in sync at a painfully slow pace. “What do you need pretty boy. Be the smart boy I’ve been tutoring and use your words.” San hummed, emphasizing his movements. “I want your cock inside of me, San. I love your body, I need you closer to me. Please.” You ranted and pleaded, San slowly slipping off your boxers, not needing to rid his. “Because you asked so nicely I simply can’t deny. What a smart boy, your marks are sure to go up.” He praised, his fingers shoving themselves into your mouth. “Suck them for me, yeah?” He asked, innocently tilting his head. You complied and did as he told you. After a few minutes he pulled them from your mouth and moved to your hole, pushing a finger in. You gasped at the intrusion, arching your back from the couch. He poked and prodded, adding more fingers one by one. The way he curled his knuckles and moved in and out was driving you crazy. You were getting close at just his digits, so so close, but he pulled out causing an exaggerated whine to leave your lips. “Don’t worry. Your gonna take my cock for me pretty boy.” He hummed, lining up with your entrance. He slammed himself into you, not missing a beat, moving in and out at an intense speed. San was such a nerd TA, and here he is, driving you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had. His thick cock was filling your perfectly. “Your doing so good.” He grunted, moving faster and hitting your prostate harder and harder. The tight knot threatened to break. You were close. “S-SAN!” You yelped, your orgasm hitting you as he slammed down on your prostate one last time, triggering both of you to orgasm. He sweetly kissed you once. “Your marks might go up if I stay the night.” San shrugged. ——————————————————————

#san x male reader #smut #ateez smut #bttm male reader #choi san #Ateez #choi san x male reader #san x reader #ateez x male reader

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stop-talking · 30 days

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Honestly? I'm not surprised the FNAF movie is delayed.

They're DEFINETLY struggling to come up with a plot for the next movie. They planned to make three movies if the first went well, but they didn't really leave themselves much room for a sequel.

What do I mean by that? Well...

• The driving conflict of the first movie, that got Mike to work at Freddy's in the first place, was the custody battle with aunt Jane. But they fucking killed her off. (In the movie, it seems like it's possible she still may be alive, but in the book it's pretty much confirmed she's dead.) Abby sees her "lying in a puddle of ketchup" or something when golden freddy comes to get her. And I have a direct quote from Mike.

"You know," he said, "I think my aunt has finally decided to move on." I mean... she kind of did, Mike thought. (Pg 317)

• Oh, and also in the book, it's said Mike gets a nice new job as a contractor after the events at Freddy's, so it's not like they can pull the "Mike can't find a job so he HAS to work at another Freddy's location!" thing again.

• AND, they resolved his storyline with Garrett. He's found the killer, and watched him die. (Even if we know he's not dead). Mike realized Abby is much more important than his dead brother and he no longer torments himself with thoughts of Garrett... so I don't think he'd go poking around in another Freddy's location to "figure out what happened". He knows what happened. And he's finally over it.

• It seems like they TRIED to give themselves something to work with in the end credits. You know, the "C O M E F I N D M E". But honestly? It's not all that helpful. There's no clear way to tell who it's addressed to or who it's from. Everyone seems to agree it's Garrett speaking to Mike as the puppett, but honestly? That doesn't make sense to me.

• I've already explained that I don't think Mike is interested in learning more about his brother's death. He knows who killed him, and watched that man die. Mike is as "at peace" as he's ever going to get. Besides, I don't think Garrett is the puppett!! At all!!

• In the movie, Mike says he feels closer to Garrett at Freddy's. I think that means his soul is LITERALLY there, in THAT Freddy's location. Why else would he say that? Just because there are ghosts there killed by the same man? Also, in the novel, Mike literally sees Garrett's ghost in the pizzeria and it leads him to Springtrap. Finally, the "It's me" messages that keep appearing near Mike. Who else would be writing that shit? It's not just a little Easter egg for the audience. It has to be someone Mike knows. Garrett. (Also I think there's a strong argument to be made that Garrett is co-posessing Golden Freddy with the little blonde boy)

• SO THEN, WHO IS SAYING "COME FIND ME," AND WHO ARE THEY TALKING TO?

Honestly? No clue. But I think there are a few interesting directions they could take things.

1) From Mike's dad, to Mike.

In the movie they sort of imply Mike's dad offed himself, but in the book they reveal he just walked out on them. So he's still out there somewhere, and they could totally reveal he had some kind of connection to Freddy's and William, and it would explain why William drove all the way to goddamn Nebraska to kidnap some random ass kid.

2) From springtrap, to some unfortunate soul dumb enough to set him free

In the games, he was locked away in a bricked off room for like 30 years before being set free, but I don't think these movies are going to have that big of a time skip. Probably a year at most. So I could see the next movie starting with some idiot freeing springtrap.

3) Okay yeah I cant think of anything else.

And I know I'm not a professional screenplay writer but those bitches are anxiously struggling too!! In every interview where Josh Hutcherson (Mike) has been asked about a sequel, he says they're still trying to figure out the story. No shit!! They didn't give themselves anything to work with.

• So basically, Mike has absolutely no reason to go back to another Freddy's location, and the little secret message at the end is almost too vague to be useful.

So, what DID they leave themselves to work with in the next movie? What plot points remain unresolved?

• For one thing, they didn't even give William a fucking motive for killing kids. Or for luring security guards to their deaths. This version of him seems to have a much better understanding of remnant and possession that his game counterpart, but there's no reason given for that either. In the game, he does it all for his dead son. He wants to "fix" him. But they didn't set up any hints to that in the first movie. Mike talked to Vanessa about HIS dead brother, so I feel like if the whole "dead son" thing was the case, she would have mentioned she lost a sibling too.

• Or maybe William would have brought it up at the end when he was getting mad at Vanessa. The "mess YOU created!!" scene. He probably would have said something like, "You know why we have to do this, Vanessa." But he didn't. There's literally no known motive, and it'll be kind of hard to set one up without any breadcrumbs left in the previous movie.

• Mike was TOTALLY falling for Vanessa in the books. Yeah, I know, a lot of people feel FNAF isn't a place for romance, and SCHMELLY isn't a very popular ship... but that doesn't change the face he almost kissed her in the novel. (Also in the book she threw his EMPTY PILL BOTTLE into the river, didn't actually toss bro's meds! So she's a little more likeable!)

"Vanessa and Mike grinned at each other, and Mike felt something zing inside of him. It was a palpable 'wow' feeling that was much more intense than his casual appreciation of her beauty. And the zing felt like it was going both ways. The look Vanessa was giving Mike was one he hadn't ever seen before... not directed at him anyway. Her reciprocation of his feelings was so strong that he felt himself leaning toward her." (pg 186)

(They didn't kiss though, Vanessa blushed and looked away and changed the subject.) Still... now they have to address their little romantic subplot in the next movie as well.

• Vanessa. Just as a character. There's a lot to work with there. Personally, I think it would be interesting to use her coma to tell a story. You know, have her flashback to there's childhood with William and at Freddy's. (Honestly if they don't do that they're dumb and missing a huge opportunity. Why else put her in the goddamn coma?)

• Also, in the novel, they heavily implied she's... a robot? Apparently, her eyes drastically change color and Mike notes she flips from "girl mode" to "cop mode" on a dime. In the movie she just looked bipolar.

"Yeah Abby, let's use the tables for the fort! 😄"

"Mike if you bring her here again I will SHOOT YOU. 🤬"

• But yeah apparently she's a robot. A robot so convincing that even hospital nurses and doctors can't tell. With no explanation for how William could have built that. Or why there's a photo of her and William where she's clearly a child. Did he build a child robot that grew up into an adult woman robot? Or did he build two robots? Or did child Vanessa die and he replaced her with a robot? Who knows!

"Mike watched, mesmerized, as Vanessa's irises deepened noticeably in hue. They went from their usual soft, almost greyish-blue to a deeper indigo. The shift was so pronounced it almost looked computer-generated. It was also enormously disquieting. Mike felt like he was watching a human turn into..." (pg 184)

• So for the next move, Mike has no motive to go visit Freddy's, William has no motive in general, and Vanessa is a robot. The script practically writes itself, am I right??

And then there's the way Scott Cawthon likes to incorporate fan feedback into all of his projects.

(Ex: People complained FNAF 3 wasn't scary, so he made FNAF 4 horrifying)

• I have no doubt he's going to incorporate the fanbase's favorite characters into the next movie. (Ness, Doug, Maxine, Jeremy) Which honestly just complicates the plot further, adding more stipulations to the script.

• Bringing Ness back would be easy? Mike and Abby could have a scene in the diner, I guess, but it's also sort of unnecessary, and I'm not sure MatPat would agree to another cameo. He's retired.

• Bringing Doug back would be more complicated. He's aunt Jane's lawyer... but they fuckin' killed her off. So. Doug is not needed.

• Jeremy could come back? Maybe? He's really a background character... It's not stated whether or not Mike was friends with him outside work, or kept in touch with him after being fired.

• Maxine is a lot more complicated. The actress who plays her, Kathryn Sterling, said herself that she was originally supposed to have a bigger role in the film but it got trimmed down. And THEN there's the way she was stuffed into a purple Freddy suit, which a lot of fans theorize is supposed to be Shadow Freddy. On her TikTok, she basically confirms this, hinting to her character coming back in the next movie and being more important.

So in the next movie...

1) Mike has to somehow have to end up tangled back into Freddy Fazbullshit even though he has NO desire to... (Remember the way he looked at Abby when she asked if they could visit them??)

2) They have to reveal or at least hint towards Vanessa being a robot

3) Mike & Vanessa romance subplot??

4) William needs a fucking motive for killing people

5) The audience needs to be able to tell who "come find me" was said by AND who it was directed towards

6) Bonus points if they can cram in more youtuber cameos & beloved characters from the last movie like Jeremy and Doug

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So yeah. It's a lot to consider when writing. And the clock is ticking, because kids, especially little kids like Garrett's actor, grow up FAST. And ghost kids aren't supposed to grow up. Ghost kids are supposed to be dead.

I do want to say though, that despite the plot holes, I LOVE the FNAF movie. I've watched it 20+ times. It's genuinely one of my comfort movies. I'm excited for the next movie, but I'm also sort of expecting it to be late 2025 before we get to see it.

Scott is notoriously picky. He turned down, like, 8 scripts for the first movie before settling on the Mike storyline. I don't mind waiting, especially considering how difficult this next movie is gonna be to write. Also if you read this whole rant?? Damn?? Kiss me on the mouth rn.

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iiryoku · 2 years

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⸺ @imeut asked for a walking sun.

Aether really hadn’t planned for any of this to happen. Especially not get attacked by rishboland tiger from above, because he had been too focused on a small green creature that had been jumping on top one of the nearby trees. It had been such a curious sight, that Aether hadn’t spotted the tiger that had laid perfectly still upon a thick tree branch above him as he had glided past. Its claws had sunk into the steady material that had kept him airborne which had immediately ripped and made him fall with a surprised yell, resulting him to speed down towards the ground. Luckily, there were big leaves in his path, which he connected with as he fell down, an action that slowed his fall, with a firm thud each time, he collide with the green surface. It was how he found himself yelling at an individual to look out below him as he spotted them, even in his mostly out of control fall, which was thanks to his fall having been slowed down. However, none of it saved the unlucky bush that he landed in with a harsh sound. A pained groan could soon be heard as Aether simply laid there, to simply regret his life-choices a little. Well, at least the tiger had decided to not follow him, even if he was in a rather pathetic state, right now. He really missed his wings in situations such as this.

❝ Ugh... hopefully nothing is broken... ❞

#imeut #ic. - AETHER.#ss.#I hope this is okay dear! <3 #If there is anything you wish to be different; feel free to poke me or if you wish to #plot/chat c: !

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littlefanficprincess · 2 months

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I'll miss your pretty face

oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: This part of me (By Katy Perry)

Part 1

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A figure stumbles through the street, gripping this right arm. From time to time they would accidentally bump into nearby building, they felt so weak.

A trial of blood droplets follow them, dripping from their open wounds. Having not much option, they went to the only nearby safe place.

They stop at a house with a warm brown door, hesitantly they reach over to the doorbell and ring it. A tune admits from it.

Slowly, the door opens , revealing a girl with (h/c) hair. She was wearing a (f/c) hoodie that was hiding her figure "Hm? Tord!" Her happy expression dissapears when she notices his damaged form.

"Oh dear, come on!" She leads him inside, closing the door behind. She motions for him to sit on the couch, while she rushes to the kitchen for the first aid kit.

Tord silently takes a seat on the comfy couch, looking around the house. Photo frames decorate the shelves, some of them was of the girl's family while the others of him, Tom, Matt and Edd.

Even if she hadn't seen them for quite a while, but still loved them dearly.

She runs back to the living room, holding the first aid kit. She snatches the role of bandage from it, wrapping it around his injured arm.

"Are you okay?" What happened?" She asks. Using scissors to cut off the bandage and secure it.

Tord cough, swallowing the blood that was coming up his throat "I'm fine, just got in a small accident" he takes note that his sight of his right eye was barely there.

"Small? The half of your body is covered in blood" (Y/n) wraps bandages around his head, covering the wounds on his face.

"Hold, let's get you to the hospital" (Y/n) gets up to grab her phone. Suddenly Tord grabs her wrist, stopping her in place.

"Please... don't" The brunette mumbles, looking down. He knew that they would most likely regonise him there and report him the authorities. The best was to hide out with (Y/n) for now, till' Pat and Paul were able to pick him up.

(Y/n) Sits back onto the couch, with a worried expression on her face "Why? Isn't it smart to get professional help with you in this state"

Grabbing her hand, Tord thinks of a quick excuse "Um, I'd rather stay with you, yeah"

Instantly, the girl's face lights up "Oh, ofcourse!" She gets up from the couch, her cheeks somewhat warmerd up "I have a guest room, let me get it ready for you to settle in. Feel free to take anything from the refrigerator and tell me if you need something"

In an instant, she was gone to prepare the room for him. Her excitement amused him, just the same before he left for the Red army. He thinks to back when they went to a shooting ranch.

(Y/n) Holds up a gun, having one eye closed to aim. Her form was somewhat shaking, still somewhat worried with using a gun for the first time.

"Stop shaking like a leaf, you will shoot someone's eye out" Tord strolls up behind her. He stands close to her and grabs her hands, guiding them.

"Stand steady, aim, breath in, breath out and shoot" The brunette commands. (Y/n) slightly spreads her legs to stand more steady, she in- and exhales. Carefully, her (s/c) finger pulls the trigger. A bullet shoots out of it and his the target right in the middle.

She places the gun, before slinging her arms around Tord's neck "Yes! Thank you!" She hugs him tightly.

Tord was taken back by the sudden embrace. He wraps his arms around her waist "It's nothing, I had to make sure you didn't accidentally kill someone"

"Tord...Tord!"

"Huh, what?" Tord snaps out of his trip to memory lane.

"I said I have finished the room. I'm gonna head to my own, Goodnight" (Y/n) explains, poking her head around the corner. Her head soon dissapears as her footsteps become softer.

Tord sighs, traces his finger over the edges of the bandage that covered his arm. He felt somewhat warm inside, knowing that didn't change a bit since they last saw eachother.

He gets up from the couch and walks to the guest room. He opens the door and walks in. He was met with a somewhat empty room, it had a closet for clothes and a bed with red sheets on it.

The brunette sits down and pulls his half destroyed hoodie over his head and tosses it onyo the floor next to the bed. He flops onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Thought about, his old friends, Paul and Patryck, the Red army and finally (Y/n). It is the best if he leaves as soon as his comrades arrived, he didn't want her to figure out he was a dangerous person.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

(Y/n) walks into the library where she worked. Before she left, she left a plate of breakfast and a note for Tord to find.

She pauses when something catches her eye the enterance. Her (e/c) eyes scan the poster on the wall.

On it was a guy looking pretty similar to Tord, well before he got his major injuries. He was holding a gun, along with wearing a blue coat over his iconic, looking like an army uniform. There was bandage around his neck and on his right cheek. It was actually a wanted poster with a price of 1.500.000.

"That is weird" (Y/n) pulls out her phone, taking a picture of the wanted poster. She was gonna ask Tord about once she was done with work. Worried thoughts enter her brain.

'Is it real?''

Why would Tord be wanted?'

'How did he even got hurt?'

'Am I in danger?'

She decided to shake off the concerning thought that circled her head and begin her shift.

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

"Hey, Tord. Can I ask you about about–" (Y/n) enters her house only to find it empty. "Tord?" She looks through the house for any sign of him, sadly finding none.

"Did he leave?" She notices an empty plate on the kitchen counter, on it was the note she left. Written underneath her message was a small sentence with red pen.

Thanks ♡

To be continued...

(Insert MLP outro)

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #fanfic #x reader #ew tord #tord #Tord x reader #oneshot #red leader

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leeknow-thoughts · 3 months

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could we get a longer piss kink drabble w jeongin >_< 🤭🤭🤭

MAY I DO FEM JEONGIN ?!?!? BC I HAVE SOME INAPPROPRIATE THINGS I WANT HER TO DO TO ME HEHE

GOLDEN HOUR

TW(s) : pee duh, fem!reader, fem!jeongin, cunnilingus, petnames, dom!jeongin, sub!reader

You were exhausted from hiking, but by gosh you were going to keep going, you had to. Your girlfriend just wanted to hike a few more minutes and then she swore you both could go back to camp. You obliged, you knew how much she loved hiking after all. But you couldn't stop the ache in your stomach that had been there for almost ten minutes.

You had to pee, and you had to soon. "Jeongin can we please just go back to camp!" you plead with the girl in front of you.

"Please just ten more minutes! Then we can turn back!" she whines.

"Please I have to pee!" you exclaim.

"You coulda just said that! I'd stop and let you pee behind a bush!" she huffs, turning around to face you.

Her long hair was put up in a messy bun, she had no makeup on, she looked so beautiful like this. "I'm not peeing behind a bush," you huff.

"Fine lets keep going down the trail there has to be a bathroom somewhere," she figures.

You both keep walking forward, moving under an area covered by trees. The sunlight poking through the leaves. Not another person in sight. "It's so pretty here," you can hear the smile behind Jeongin's voice.

You hum in agreement. "There's no one around," she points out, turning around to face you again, a devilish smirk on her face.

She closes the space between the two of you, her hands holding your jaw as she kisses you deeply. Your own hands roam around her face, holding her head in your hands. "Innie we shouldn't, what if we get caught," you mumble between kisses.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she smirks, pulling you back in for another deep kiss, "you.... wanna... be seen hmm.... want everyone to watch..." she mumbles between kisses.

The pressure in your bladder becomes stronger when Jeongin presses her leg in between yours. "Jeongin I still have to pee," you whine when she moves to mark your neck.

"I know baby," she coos, "here let me take your pants off yeah?"

She shimmies your pants down, helping you step out of them and tossing them to the side. You feel her hand cup your clothed cunt. "Atta girl, so wet hmm just from a bit of kissing," she chuckles, standing up straight so she is looking you in the eyes.

She moves your panties to the side and her long fingers slide up and down your folds. You buck forward when her fingers start rubbing your clit just right. Your eyes snap shut, lips falling into an 'O' shape. "Aww you like that don't you," she coos, kissing the top of your head.

The feeling of fullness in your bladder just keeps getting worse and worse, you feel as if you're gonna burst. "I have to pee!" you squeal.

"Yeah?" she coos, "c'mere."

She removes her hand, she pulls you to a cut down log and makes you put your right leg up. Your pussy on display, "go on pretty girl," she urges you.

"But- but my panties," you whimper.

She rolls her eyes, slightly annoyed, her hand comes down, pulling your panties to the side. "C'mon baby, think of how good it'll feel," she urges you.

"C-can't!" you squeal, embarrassed, "too embarrassing!"

You feel tears brimming your lash line. Before you can say anything else her free hand is between your legs, rubbing your swollen clit ever so gently.

And that is all it takes, you immediately let go.

You watch the golden liquid come out of you as Jeongin groans beside you. "There you go, let go just like that," Jeongin praises.

She keeps rubbing your clit as you pee, you snap your eyes closed, enjoying the intense feeling of relief. You whine and Jeongin shuts you up with her lips on yours.

You feel the stream end, you slowly open your eyes to see Jeongin looking down at you, her eyes full of lust. Without another word, Jeongin pulls your propped leg down, moving you to the center of the trail, before she gets on her knees.

She is eye level with your pussy. She keeps her eyes on your face when she attaches her sweet lips to your puffy clit. Your hips buck into her mouth as she does such, a small whine leaves your mouth too.

Her lips stay focused on your clit, knowing it brings you close fastest.

She alternates between long drawn-out licks to short kitten licks on your puffy bud. Your hands move into her hair, tugging lightly. The knot in your belly growing and growing until it snaps with a whimper leaving your lips.

"There you go sweet girl, cum on my tongue," she mumbles against your skin, licking up your cum with her tongue.

Fuck, you'd have to go camping with her more often.

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crownedcitrus · 25 days

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Cry about it ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

GN!Reader x various. No use of y/n.

He hates when you cry, hates it more when he makes you cry… under most circumstances.

CW: A hint of Dacryphilia.

The first time he had ever heard you cry made him want to tear the Earth apart for creating such agony. How could something so cruel ever be allowed on this planet let alone cross paths with you. Instantly you’re tucked into his arms. Warmth was all that you could feel as you shakily wrapped your arms around his waist, gripping to the back of his shirt. Sweet, soft spoken words was all you could hear as he comforts you through your tears.

The first time he made you cry was by complete accident. It was the wrong snarky comment at the wrong time that snap the water works within you. Little did he know your day was already pretty shitty, and now here her was, your boyfriend, rubbing salt into the wound. If he wanted to destroy the Earth before, then he formulating a plan to destroy the entire universe.

It was the first time you saw genuine panic in his eyes as he held your face. Your little hiccups from sobbing broke his heart piece by piece. Each tear was a promise to never be the reason for your sadness. He spent that entire week making it up to you. Flowers, candies, dates, everything and anything for you. Anything to prove how sorry he was.

The first time he made you cry in bed… something snapped. You were underneath him taking each and every single thrust and inch he gave you. His hands cupped behind your knees pushing your thighs to rest against your chest. The tip of his cock hitting the most sensitive part within you without fail. In that moment his eyes were trained where the two of you connected. Mesmerized by the steady push and pull of the way your body sucked him in greedily.

It wasn’t until his eyes shifted to look into yours that he noticed the tears streaming down your face, getting fucked so good that you just couldn’t help but to cry about it. He couldn’t help but to get a bit sadistic. Not when you looked this pretty.

A low groan rumbled in his chest. He lets go of one of your knees in order to hold your jaw to only look up at him. The speed of his thrust picking up speed to see how far he could break you. With your eyes going wide and mouth slacked open, he just had to poke fun a little. “So—fuck— so fucking pretty crying from my cock. Hm, baby? Is it really that good? C’mon use your words.”

He could only grin while teasingly cooing down at you. Especially when no words came out of your mouth. It was just an endless strings of moans as your eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of your head. Your brain didn’t even register his question, only focusing on how good your entire body felt.

Feeling your body tense underneath him didn’t go unnoticed by him. Not when you were gripping him so damn tight. “I know baby... I know. Show me how good it feels.”

“Come on this cock and cry about it.”

Tsukishima, Kageyama, Atsumu, Bakugou, Miyuki Kazuya, Karma, Whoever you thought of!

The banners by the ever so talented @/cafekitsune. Thankies making this banners and allowing put to use them for free c:

But crrrazy, baby’s first Drabble?? Fun fact, I actually wrote this at five in the morning. I woke up and just couldn’t go back to sleep. Hope you enjoyed! Have a great timezone!~

#reader x various #18+ mdni #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #atsumu x reader #bakugou x reader #Miyuki kazaya x reader #karma akaban x reader

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Needy

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Degradation, Hair Pulling, Free Use, Mommy Kink Mentioned, Oral, (Reader Receiving.) Praise, Somnophilia and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,679

Summary: Jimmy is needy, but you just want to sleep, so you let him take what he needs.

A/N: First Jimmy fic and it's a smut! Hope You Enjoy!

Jimmy was in absolute shambles. His dick throbbed in his pants, begging to be let out and you weren't even acknowledging him.

It all started when you both woke up. You had a small make out session, followed by a few dirty words, but was quickly stopped by Paul on the other side of the door, telling y'all Roman needed to see everyone.

Jimmy was pissed, but he came out, forcing himself to ignore the painful boner.

The second addition to the situation is when you came out in a matching crop top shirt and short black booty shorts. You were gonna accompany the boys to their match, but Jimmy had other plans.

Hands roaming over your body, lips on the bale of your neck, and mumbled words in your ear. "God, you look so sexy, baby." You sighed, falling into his trap for a moment, but snapped out of it when Jimmy entered the room. "Jimmy, stop. We need to go out for the match."

You broke away from his hold and began walking to the gorilla, leaving a hard Jimmy. He ended up going into the bathroom and jerking off at a picture of you in red lingerie, smiling up at the camera.

It continued after the match when you slid in the ring and engulfed his mouth in a heated sloppy kiss. Tongues fighting, teeth clashing, and slight moans coming from one another. You pull away, smirking at him and exit the ring.

Ever since then, Jimmy couldn't stop thinking about you.

Right now you sat in the hotel bed reading a book with Jimmy on your side. "Please, baby. Please!" Jimmy pleaded for what seems the 10th time today. "No Jimmy, I'm tired!" You were completely exhausted and didn't feel like doing anything, but eating and sleeping.

"Come on, I'll do all the work, just let me fuck you!" You huffed when feeling his hips runt against your thigh, his boner poking your leg with every thrust. "Jimmy, let me sleep and maybe, I'll let you fuck me in the morning." You didn't wait to hear any other words before getting up and going to the kitchen to find dinner.

It was 11:20, so you doubt the hotel lounge would be open. You sighed, taking out some Captain Crunch All Berries and poured it in a bowl. As you were getting the milk, you felt hands come on the side of your hips, pulling you back into something hard.

You rolled your eyes, turning around. "Jimmy." You warned him. "Please Y/n." You couldn't understand why he was so needy, but it was starting to get on your nerves. "I said no!" Jimmy pouted for a second, feeling frustrated. "I'm hard and you're hungry, which do you think is more important right now?"

You put your index finger in your chin, acting like you were thinking. "My hunger, to be honest with you-" Jimmy’s mouth dropped open, shaking his head. "Incorrect, the right answer was my dick." You rubbed your temple with your fingers. "Jimmy, I swear if I have to say it one more time, you're not gonna get a taste of me for the next month!"

Your threat had Jimmy shaking in his pants, just groaning at the thought of not being able to eat you out for a month. "Fine!" He stormed off back to the bed, making you shake your head in shame. You finished making a bowl of cereal and sat down.

While eating it, it was quiet. No TV, no talking, not even breathing could be heard. Was he really gonna hold a grudge all because you didn't give him sex? You pushed your thoughts to the side and finished the bowls of cereal and went to bed.

Jimmy was on his side, with his back facing you. You scooted closer to him, and placed a kiss on his shoulder. "Goodnight, baby." When you didn't get a response, your lip jutted out into a pout. "Babe? Are you really mad at me?"

Jimmy grumbled something under his breath. "Come on, you can't be mad at me forever." He ignored you again, but only scooting further away from you. "I love you." You got a faint 'love you too.' Making you smile and turn to go to sleep.

"Y'know, you can use me however you want, just don’t cum inside. And remember the next time we have sex, I'm in charge." You smiled when you felt the bed shake, sit Jimmy getting up. His eyes were blown out his head. All this time, he could've had you, but you waited until he was gonna go to sleep?

Jimmy looked over at you, biting his lip. Jimmy was always the dominant one in the relationship, and hated when he was the sub. But then on the other hand, you 're letting him use you as his own personal fleshlight. He looked down at the screaming boner in his shorts before thinking 'fuck it' and pulling them down.

He sighed when his hand came in contact with his cock, stroking it slowly, trying to match up with how you would. When he pulled the blanket back, he almost fainted at the sight. You were wearing one of his shirts with NO PANTIES. Jimmy dropped down to his stomach, and came face to face with your core.

He licked his lips and dived in fast. Licking and sucking everything his mouth could reach. He slurped your juices as they came out of you, moaning slightly when a strong taste came on his tongue.

His fingers pushed into you as his tongue continued to attack your clit. He could feel your squirming on the bed and hear the squeals coming out your mouth. Your hands reached down to his hair, attempting to tug him away. "J-Jimmy, calm down!"

Jimmy pushed his head further, growling like an animal. "It tastes so good, baby." He praised, licking further into your folds. Your hips grinded on his face on its own, pushing you closer and closer to your high. "Jimmy, I'm gonna cum if you don't move!" Jimmy kept lapping at your core, pulling you closer to him.

He targeted your clit, suckling and nibbling on it making your back arch and uncomfortable noises coming out your mouth. No matter the amount of force you put on his head to push him away, he wouldn't bite. It was until you let out a slight scream he pulled away.

"You okay, babe?" You nodded your head. "Yeah, you tryna suck my clit off my body?" He chuckled, sitting up and pulling himself out his boxers. He let out a sigh as he stroked himself, while looking at your body.

He almost completely forgot about you being there. "You gonna cum without me or.." Jimmy’s eyes snapped open and in an instant he was between your legs, guiding his cock to your entrance. He rubbed his tip up and down your slit, collecting your juices.

He gave you a small look of permission and with a nod from you, he pushed in with a loud sigh of relief. This is all he wanted. "Fuck, you feel so good around me." He laid down, head in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent.

To his surprise, you rolled over so you were on top of him, laughing at his shocked face. “Since you wanna beg so bad, I’m in control and you’ll call me Mommy.” Jimmy laughed loudly, shaking his head. “There’s no way in hell I’m-”

He was cut off with a moan by him when you reached down and squeezed his balls. “If you wanna cum, call me Mommy, it's that simple.” Jimmy was quiet for a moment, but soon grumbled a short, ‘Okay Mommy.’ You smiled and placed a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose and began riding him.

You started off with the slow circling of hips, teasing him, but you were getting too impatient. You began bouncing on him, biting your lip to hold back your moans. Jimmy, on the other hand, didn’t hold back his body, he let out groans, grunts and anything else he wanted.

His hands came to your breasts that were bouncing right in front of his face. He groped them and rolled your nipples with his finger. A slap came on his hand, making him release your breast. “I’m in charge. I didn’t tell you to do that.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “I don’t care, just ride me before my dick explodes.” You tsk, loudly shaking your head. “That’s no way than to talk to your Mommy like that. You should learn-”

Jimmy didn’t care for what you had to say because next thing you knew, you were pulled into his chest, head tucked in his neck, and feeling the moment of his legs below you.

Jimmy bent his knees up, feet planted in the bed and began thrusting in you wildly. Loud clapping noises and moans were heard around the room as Jimmy fucked you brutally. You squeezed around him repeatedly, feeling all pleasure run through your body.

“Who’s in charge now, huh?” The teasing tone coming from him made you feel something else. Jimmy hit your sweet spot, plowing into it nonstop until you came with a loud scream. “Fuck!” Your legs shook with force, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and mouth opened agape with nothing coming out.

Jimmy came from everything and you didn’t even realize. He slowly thrusted in you, making sure to empty everything he had into you. You both laid on top of each other, catching your breath. That’s when it hit you. Jimmy just came inside you.

You groaned loudly, hearing a chuckle from him. “Bitch, you came inside me. You better be lucky I’m on birth control!”

You got up and went to the bathroom to clean off. “Yeah, call me a bitch, but you weren’t saying that when I was fucking you ”

You rolled your eyes before mumbling, ‘Needy Bitch’ under your breath.

#jimmy uso #jimmy uso smut #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso fanfiction #wwe jimmy uso #wwe smut #wrestling smut

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wisecrackingeric-2 · 9 months

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‘Lulu’

Summary: One morning, when Luis is being especially difficult to get out of bed for work, Leon decides to take it upon himself to give his boyfriend an embarrassing nickname. Hijinks ensue as more and more people start calling Luis ‘Lulu’. Three-In-One style fic

I wrote this fic as apart of a trade between myself and @alitan99 based off of a moment from André Peña’s (Luis Serra’s voice actor) Twitch stream on the 16th July, 2023!!! Alita wrote and preformed a song, and I wrote a fic!!! I took a lot of inspiration from their song in particular, so please please PLEASE go check it out!! It’s SO GOOD!!!! https://m.soundcloud.com/alitanightsbane/lulu-serra-original?ref=clipboard&p=i&c=1&si=C86CE333D8EF4106B7232ADDD32C114F&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Trigger warnings: Canon-typical mentions of blood and guns, brief description of a deer being injured in the final story

A/N: The first ‘Story’ was written when I had MAJOR writers block, so it came out as being very clunky and not up to my usual standards. I was planning on scrapping and rewriting it, but I didn’t want to waste anymore time!! So please ignore how poorly written the first part of this Fic is, I promise it gets better the final two stories!!!

Also, this isn’t proofread, and I don’t actually know a lick of Spanish, so please feel free to correct me if anything is out of place!!!

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“Luis?”

Luis didn’t wake up.

He had a special knack for that; pretending to be asleep when he was needed. He called it a talent, Leon called him a nuisance.

“Luuuiiiss?”

Luis felt Leon’s hand press against his side through the double-layered duvet covers, nudging him as gently as possible for any sign of life.

Unbeknownst to his partner, though, Luis was grinning wolfishly against his pillow- burying his nose further into the cold fabric and unconsciously curling up into himself, bringing the blankets along with him.

Leon gave a defeated huff at the sight of his unmoving partner, only just being able to spot the top of his messy hair poking out between the blankets and the mountain of pillows.

As much as he knew it was impractical and only further aided in his procrastination, Luis couldn’t force himself to unfurl from the cocoon he’d crafted, no matter how hard he tried. Besides, how was Leon supposed to expect him to get up at 5-goddamn-30-AM in the morning? Especially when his pillow was just oh-so soft enough for his head to practically sink straight down into, and the duvet covers that engulfed Luis in a small, triangular cavern reminded him of being a little kid in a blanket fortress again. Dark, quiet, and protective.

(Besides, it was cold. And the sheets were just so warm. Probably from Leon sleeping in them overnight.)

All jokes aside, however; Luis genuinely wished he was able to show his gratitude towards Leon for giving him a second chance in a more meaningful way than just wasting his so-called ‘precious time’ playing around like this in the mornings- not that Leon ever minded these small moments of domesticality, though.

It was one thing to save Luis from a knife to the back- literally- but it was an entirely other thing for Leon to have graciously opened his home, his love, and his affection towards the man he’d met on a whim in nowhere-Spain. And Luis had no idea how to repay Leon in a way that felt equal to his gratitude.

Even just being able to wake up in a warm, comfortable bed, safe next to a person he loved like he was a kid again; it was a luxury Luis hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. Not since his Grandfather passed away. So he treasured these moments as best as he could, and let Leon know as much, too. The blonde reassured him countless-a times that he expected nothing in return, though; he just appreciates Luis’ love.

And Luis appreciated his love in return, too.

Leon repeated another loud, dramatic sigh as he shifted his weight off of the bed. Luis couldn’t help but let out a quiet and involuntary giggle at the sound of his characteristically melodramatic boyfriend.

It must not have been quiet enough, though, because he could practically hear the smirk in Leon’s voice as he began to speak;

“I can hear you, y’know. I know you’re not asleep”

Ah, caught red-handed. And here Luis thought he was a professional.

The sound of soft footsteps muffled by his own pillow were followed by the metallic screech of their clothing rack, and Luis swore he could hear Leon hum a little tune from above his duvet-cocoon as the blonde undoubtedly started to pick out his work clothes for the day.

Leon had work- sporadic hours, and been more sporadic dates- that early Sunday morning. And although Luis wasn’t obliged to go to the Lab on weekends.. He’d prefer to make a good impression on the U.S government. Especially after they had so graciously (Said internally with plenty of sarcasm) lent him his freedom in exchange for his knowledge in their laboratories.

Luis had no choice but to agree, even though he hated it. It felt like he was just being put into yet another inescapable work environment with an unending quest for knowledge and power. One he was all-too familiar with at this point.

Regardless, though, Luis- ever the linewalker- still tested his luck by making one request; He’d be allowed to follow Leon around on his missions in exchange for his expertise.

Leon had called him crazy, but Luis just pointed out that he was still rolling with him regardless.

Leon would playfully call him helpless, and Luis would point out he had his own Príncipe to save him if the situation ever called.

A comforting, reassuring, regular back-and-fourth.

“I’m gonna leave for work, soon, love, soooooo….”

“Mmmmno,”

Luis finally spoke up, but wasn’t totally ready to expose his fully-awakeness just yet.

“No te vayas… Mí amor…”

His feigned sleepy-voice must have worked, because from above him, Luis heard Leon huff a sympathetic laugh from his nose.

“Luis, doll, I’ve gotta go into work.. n’ so do you, I think”

No matter how put-together Leon made himself out to be, Luis could still occasionally catch those moment of vulnerability and tiredness in his voice. He’d hear it after especially rough missions, or just after a long day at work. And now he heard it here, too. Truthfully, neither of them wanted Leon to go into the office.

So Luis just shook his head in response, letting out a series of displeased noises instead of words. And judging by the sound of the floorboards creaking slightly, he could guess Leon had crouched down beside the bed. And his suspicions were confirmed the moment a familiar hand tangled his way into his long, messy hair.

Luis hadn’t gotten a haircut in… god, how long was it now? His hair easily reached almost to his shoulders (In his own defense, though, having a hole in your lung and not being able to walk for two months didn’t exactly leave much time for a routine haircut). Usually, Luis prided himself on his appearance; it was one of the few things in his life he had control over, and gave him self-confidence in. He was a good-looking guy and he knew it. But around Leon, he could let his guard down. He still liked dressing up pretty for him, sure- but he wasn’t as uncomfortable with letting the blonde see him purposefully messy and sleepy. Luis trusted Leon, and he could tell Leon appreciated it.

“Loooooeeeessss…”

Luis’ grin widened as he heard the purposeful mispronunciation of his name from under the blankets. He squeezed his T-Rex positioned hands closer to his chest, trying his hardest not to laugh and give into the feeling of Leon gently playing with his hair.

“Lewis?”

Still no response.

“Looooow-eez..?”

Again, just teasing silence.

When Luis was met with stillness, he assumed he had one the war of attrition- outsmarting his partner and earning himself just a couple more minutes of warm, blissful rest. Maybe he could even convince the Lab that he was sick and needed a day off, who knows. But regardless, Luis smiled victoriously against his pillow; shuffling down further into his sheets just to rub his own win in.

At least, he thought he had won.

“Alright, then,” Leon let out the words in a faux, breathy sigh. The sound of his work jacket being slipped over his shoulders followed.

“I guess I’ll just have to go to work…-“

Luis was about to mentally reward himself, until…

“-Without you, Lulu.”

Lulu??

“Lulu?!” Luis made a weird noise that sat in-between a snort of laughter and genuine shocked surprise. Without even realizing he’d just given up his only chance at sleeping in, Luis practically shot up out of his spot under the covers in surprise. He blinked like a newborn deer at Leon, who had a giant, victorious grin plastered on his face.

Luis wasn’t sure wether to laugh to be mad.

“Where the hell did Lulu come from?!”

“Ha, so you are awake. Knew it” Leon just continued to give him a toothy smile, buttoning up his collard shirt and jacket all the while ignoring Luis’ question. Who had now resorted to pouting cross-armed on the bed.

“What about me, a grown man, screams the nickname ‘Lulu’ to you, Sancho?”

Leon looked up at the ceiling for a moment, as if he was genuinely considering his answer. Luis knew he was just faking it, though, and continued to mentally curse himself for giving up his position so easily.

‘‘Lulu’. What a dumb nickname. Not that I’m embarrassed by it, or anything. Nope. I just.. Hope it doesn’t stick.’

“Hmmmm, well… I dunno actually,” Leon winked at him, so nonchalantly and easily it made Luis blush a little. Oh how the turned had tables, or something like that.

“I just think it’s cute, I guess. It suits you.”

“It does not!,” Luis shouted back defiantly, his face now definitely a shade darker than before. “Not in the slightest! Esto es una blasfemia!!”

“Uh-Huh. Whatever you say, Lulu”

Leon rubbed the embarrassment even further in when he leaned over to kiss his partner on the crown of his head, ruffling the Spaniards hair up for the added effect. Luis begrudgingly kissed him back on the lips before he heard the blonde mutter under his breath;

“Hah. Lulu. I like it.”

“Don’t you dare keep calling me that,” Luis growled playfully, giving his partner as much of a grumpy glare as he could muster. Internally, though, his heart was fluttering; it took every ounce of strength in him to not smile at Leon’s teasing. It wasn’t often he was so forward, even if Luis hated the reason as to why. It was nice to see.

“If you make that stick, I’ll start calling you… uh… Déjame pensar…”

As Luis stammered over himself and tried desperately to come up with an equally as insulting nickname, Leon held his unbreaking eye contact; so nonchalant and languid with it all the while.

It was almost painful, the way he waited so patiently and expectantly with a little smirk on his face- Luis couldn’t even make eye contact back at him he was blushing so hard. But at the same time he wanted to kiss that smile off of Leon sooooooooo badly.

“Go on?”

Oh ese bastardo.

“U-Um- Scotty. Yeah. I’ll call you Scotty”

Luis knew the ‘S’ in Leon’s name (unfortunately) didn’t actually stand for Salmonella like he’d joked about, and that most people probably didn’t even know his middle name was ‘Scott’ at all, not even his close friends.

So Luis hoped that by calling Leon a name he hardly identified with, it would provoke at least some kind of equal reaction.

But, of coarse, to no avail; his attempts were just met with a bark of laughter from Leon.

“Scotty?! Seriously?? Yeah, sure, let’s see how that one goes down with everyone at the Lab. I’m suuuure it’ll stick”

Luis’ voiced lowered to a playful growl, “Sancho, you’re not implying what I think you’re implying, are you?”

“What if I am?,” Leon leaned into Luis, pressing his hands on either side of him on the bed. The brunette tried his very best to keep his composure and not back down. But it was getting increasingly difficult.

“What if I, very nicely, and in private, asked Rebecca to start calling you Lulu from now on, hmm? Would you be upset?”

“You wouldn’t”

The thought of Leon quietly sneaking up to Luis’ coworkers- who he had dedicated so much time and effort into getting to even like him, let alone respect him- and asking them to call him ‘Lulu???’

If it was any other situation, he would’ve laughed and said; ‘Go right ahead, Cariño. Let’s see where that gets you’, but his dignity was on the line, ¡por el amor de Dios! And Luis certainly wasn’t about to give Leon the satisfaction of a smile or a laugh. It would only encourage him.

“Oh I would, Lulu.”

Leon reached back and grabbed Luis’ hand, pulling him up onto his feet with a dissatisfied grunt. He wanted to complain about the cold, and the fact that he’d just been forced out of bed- but the second Luis opened his mouth to speak, Leon’s lips were on his own in a heartbeat.

Luis didn’t have enough time to register what was happening and kiss Leon back before the blonde had already pulled away. Staring him up-and-down in such a way that made his heart beat up into his throat chaotically.

“Um- y-yeah, no, I, uh-“

“My, my, call me crazy, but I think you like being called Lulu, don’t you?”

Luis tried his best to scoff indifferently at the statement, maybe even roll his eyes a bit- but it just came out looking like he couldn’t make eye contact from the embarrassment, and his ‘scoff’ sounded more like a sheepish giggle than anything else. He bit his lip in desperation,

“Nooooooo, I do not like being called ‘Luu-Luu’, thank you very much”

Leon placed his hands on his hips.

“Nuh-Uh. Look at your face. You totally do”

“You’re de-lu-sional, Muñeco”

This finally caused Leon to break his composure, letting out a genuine laugh as he gave Luis a more gentle kiss on the lips. The brunette felt his chest warm up as he couldn’t help but chuckle along involuntarily. The more time they’d spent together, the more he’d been fortunate enough to hear Leon genuinely laugh. Not just that weird, half-chuckle he did to impress politicians or to make his rescuees feel better about themselves, no; his real, honest-to-goodness, full-body laugh. It was beautiful, at least to Luis.

And Luis secretly made it his life mission to get Leon to laugh as often as he could. Wether that be with bad flirting or with equally as bad jokes, it didn’t matter. Even if it meant he had to be called ‘Lulu’.

Which he was slowly growing to both despise and appreciate at the same time. Luis couldn’t tell which it was.

“Well, I’m gonna be late to work if I don’t go now, soooo….” Leon began to recollect himself, coughing as he awkwardly sidestepped away from their interaction and brushed down his expensive suit.

“Oh, and remember that mission to Papua New Guinea we were scheduled for in a couple days?”

“Sí?”

“Let the Lab know that that’s been pushed to later this evening, cuz the DSO wants us gone earlier. For some godforsaken reason.”

Even though his back was turned at this point, busy putting his shoes on- Luis could hear the tiredness in Leon’s voice. The Government was far too lax with their times and dates for missions and departures when it came to the DSO’s-Golden-Boy, at least in Luis’ humble opinion. And it meant Leon was often thrown around countries without warning like a ragdoll.

He made the conscious effort to not complain about the sudden time-change, though. It was difficult for him, yes, but Luis knew Leon often carried a lot of guilt for ‘dragging him around’, in his own words. (Even though he had, on multiple occasions, reassured Leon that it was in fact his choice to stick by him)

And Luis was proven right once again when the blonde finally turned around to give his boyfriend the biggest, most sappiest puppy-dog eyes he had ever seen on a single human being ever.

“I’m sorry, love..”

“Don’t be,” Luis gave him his signature, lopsided grin, cupping Leon’s cheek in his hand. He tried to keep his voice steady as Leon closed his eyes and gave his palm a light, apologetic kiss.

“What do you Americans say, again? ‘It is what it is’?”

“Something like that,” Leon huffed a dry laugh and pried himself away from Luis, much to his dismay. The blonde snapped his work watch on and finally turned to leave.

“I’ll see you in a few hours, Lulu. I love you.”

Luis just rolled his eyes and smiled. “You too, Cowboy. Te amo”

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Luis hadn’t even noticed Rebecca entering the Lab at the crisp hour of 6:30 AM. He sat hunched over at his desk- completely fixated on the task at hand- with his hair falling over his face like a curtain as he methodically drummed the tip of his syringe into a small glass plate. This was Luis’ fourth attempt at trying to examine the fluid inside of said syringe, but everytime he went to dab a droplet onto the glass plate, he always seemed to squeeze just a little too much out and cause it to overflow.

Luis chalked it up to his hands being cold and shaky as he let out a defeated sigh, once again squeezing the liquid out too fast and causing the glass plate to turn a sticky-yellow color. ‘Gracias a dios no soy cirujano’, he thought to himself as he cleaned off the glass and repositioned the needle back over again.

Luis had no idea Rebecca was practically sneaking up behind him, totally unaware that she’d slipped her oversized lab coat on just to add a bit of height as she stood directly behind him. Biting back her grin as best she could.

When Luis still didn’t acknowledge her presence, totally engrossed by his own failure- Rebbeca took it upon herself to cough comically loud, before saying;

“Good morning, Lulu!”

“¡MIERDA-!”

Luis kept about three feet into the air out of fright, instinctively throwing his arm up to cover his face protectively. The needle he was holding clattered loudly against the glass plate, and Rebecca made a winced face at the sound.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I didn’t see you were working!!”

“Nonono, está bien, está bien, you just gave me frig- wait a minuite,”

Luis’ clutch on his own pristine white Lab coat loosened as his beating heart slowed down. He was used to being jumped- a little more than the average person- and was accustomed to the quickened heart rate that followed.

Usually, when somebody snuck up behind him, Luis expected to hear his name being cursed with a fervor so unmatched with an honestly decent reason to hate him. But this isn’t what he was expecting. Like, at all.

“Señorita, I think I misheard… Did you just call me Lulu?”

“Mmmhmm!” Rebecca pressed her lips into a smile, the corners of her tired eyes crinkling as she nodded her head and hummed.

“Leon called me on the way to work and specifically asked me to call you that today. I’m not sure why. Oh, he also told me not to tell you he said that”

Luis felt his heart drop to his feet.

‘Leon, que hiciste…’

He immediately tried to save-face by laughing Rebecca off, waving his hand languidly and collecting the dropped medical equipment scattered over the table.

“Oh, psssshhh, please, Lulu? Seriously? Señorita, I wouldn’t have picked an esteemed scientist like yourself as the nickname type. Much less something like L-“

“I think Lulu’s pretty cute,” Rebecca smiled, completely unaware of Luis’ plight. She wasn’t taking his hints, and the scientist wasn’t about to spell out his own embarrassment for her to take advantage of. ‘How many people has Leon told so far??’

“It suits you”

“So I’ve been told” Luis grumbled. The microscope was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world to him as he tried not to meet Rebecca’s eye contact. But that was becoming increasingly difficult as she fluttered around him like a curious moth to a lamp.

“Oh, ‘So you’ve been told??’ Is this, like, an inside joke between you and Leon, or something?”

“Let’s go with that, Mariposa” Luis didn’t mean to sound so dismissive on purpose, but the further Rebecca tried to pry, the more his walls were starting to break down.

Nobody ever said he was resilient! Just persistent. At least that’s what Leon said. And a lot of other people, too. But those people hated his guts so it didn’t count.

Rebecca clearly wasn’t taking ‘No’ for an answer, and if Luis had eyes on the back of his head, he would have definitely seen that she had the biggest, most cheekiest smirk imaginable on her face.

“Oooooooooh, I get it. It’s a cute little nickname, huh?”

“Ah-ah, I see what you’re trying to do,” Luis swiveled around in his office chair, waving his index finger at the brunette with a sheepish expression. “You’re trying to get me to embarrass myself. Well, sorry to disappoint, mí amiga, but I’m not admitting anything to you”

“But you just did,” Rebecca folded her arms and rested her weight on one foot, cocking her head a little like it was obvious.

“I never even said anything about embarrassing you. You just outed yourself, smartass!”

Luis loudly and dramatically gasped to try and distract from the fact that his face was now definitely two shades darker than it was before, grasping at his lab coat like he’d been mortally wounded.

“I did not! I was framed! Set up for disaster, even!”

“By who?”

Luis immediately went silent.

Caught red-handed. Again.

Rebecca’s smug grin turned into a full-faced smile as she practically strolled across the room with a self-satisfied stride, shoes clacking obnoxiously loud against the ceramic while shaking her head and tutting ‘Leon, Leon, Leon…’ under her breath all the while.

Luis kind of wanted to tear out the concrete beneath them and dig himself a hole to live in forevermore from the sheer embarrassment of it all. He tried his damnedest to return back to the task at hand- ‘¿Qué estaba haciendo? Ah yes, testing!’- but no matter how busy he made himself out to be, the Spaniard would still occasionally catch Rebecca’s knowing smirk from across the room. Chin placed on her hand, she’d sigh wistfully like a damsel lost-in-thought every now and then.

This was appalling! Blasphemous, even! Luis Serra Navarro had been called many-a things- some words were probably best left unsaid- but his name being boiled down to a cutesy nickname like Lulu was not going to be one of those!! He could ignore a one-off, sure; retort back with a flirty remark, a wink, and a smile- but it was purely just the way Leon had held it over his head the way he had that got Luis acting so….

Bashful? Flustered? No. Totally not. Never. The fine knight Don Quixote did not get ‘Embarrassed’. He was a smooth-talker, a self-proclaimed ‘ladies and gents man’, and he had a reputation to uphold.

But that ‘reputation’ seemed to be slipping out of his fingertips like molten gold the longer Rebecca was around. Luis downright adored her at the worst of times, but Dios mío she was determined to get Luis as out-of-his-comfort-zome as humanly possible that afternoon, it seemed.

“Lulu, can you pass me the butterfly syringes while you’re up? I’m trying to count something and I can’t- oh wait nevermind I lost count anyways”

“Hey, Lulu, do you still have those reports from our last extraction, by any chance? I lost mine”

“Oooooooh Luuuluuu!!! I got you some coffee!! You said you like it with cream, right?”

“Alright, Lulu, we’ve gotta focus now,”

Coming up eleven whole hours later and the pair of them were still the only people alone together in the Lab. Which made sense, considering it was a Sunday and all- but that meant they were working overtime, which also meant Luis’ back was especially sore (more than usual, at least), his head ached from just how hard he’d been focusing, and Rebecca was still calling him Lulu goddamnit!!

He thought by now she would’ve given up on it, but nooooooooooo- everytime Luis gave her the silent treatment, it just encouraged her more.

She reminded him of Leon, in that way.

Man, he really missed Leon. ‘Me pregunto cómo está…’

“Terrasave told me this was their last sample of the blood cells they found in Papua New Guinea, so we can’t screw this up- Lulu, are you even listening to me??”

“Wh-huh- ¿Qué fue eso??”

Luis blinked out of his window-staring induced trance to face Rebecca, who was unsurprisingly faring no better than he was- dark circles painted her lower eyebags and her eyebrows remained permanently scrunched. The pair of them stood in front of a robotic, almost dystopian-looking machine; a pin-perfect needle was controlled by a metal arm, one that was positioned carefully over a small, round glass plate.

Luis would have offered to do it by hand, but Rebecca pointed out that inhaling zombie blood probably wasn’t good for either of their health. If Leon was there, he’d probably disagree.

The pair of them had been working on a new type of vaccination for a few common Virus’- Luis cringed internally at the fact that such horrific stuff like the T-Virus were now considered common- that could be redistributed through oral means like water or food, rather than injections. Sure, injections were easier, but screaming

children terrified of them were not. (And, again, much to Luis’ dismay- children being infected were also becoming a lot more common).

“Lulu, I need you to focus,” Rebecca sighed, resting her arms on the inactive keyboard in front of her.

“I don’t wanna have to explain to Terrasave that we ruined their last zombie blood sample”

Luis just sighed back and rubbed his tired eyes though his glasses, which at this point had slipped down the bridge of his nose. He stretched and yawned out loud;

“It’s kinda hard to focus when you’re still calling me ‘Lulu’, señorita”

“Wow, Rebecca really did commit to my request, huh, Lulu?”

Luis instinctively whipped his head around to the entrance of the lab where the voice was coming from; only to be greeted by a very familiar, smiling face.

“Leon!!”

Completely throwing all self-awareness to the wind, Luis practically ran across the lab to engulf Leon in the biggest hug he could manage without hurting him. It might’ve just been his tired brain making him feel sentimental, but seeing a familiar face he loved after a long day of work made him soft. Leon rarely ever stopped by to say hi at the Lab, their break schedules simply just never aligned- so this was more than a welcome surprise.

Luis buried his nose into his partners shoulder, ignoring the fact that he was probably wrinkling his nice expensive work suit in favor of the feeling of a warm hug.

“¡Dios mío, te extrañé tanto!” He felt Leon wrap an arm around his waist, squeezing him back as tightly as he could manage and giving the top of his head a quick kiss. The blonde chuckled dryly,

“Ha, looks like I’m not the only one whose had a long day at work, Lulu”

From across the room, Rebecca shouted;

“You have no idea, Leon! Lulu over here has been asleep on his feet for two hours now!!”

Luis felt his cheeks and the back of his neck heat up at the sound of the two’s back-and-fourth banter; again, he thought that by now, one or the other would’ve forgotten about calling him that embarrassing nickname! But ¡no, claro que no! Luis resorted to unintentionally burying his face further into the crook of Leon’s neck to save himself from facing the two of them with a madly blushing face; but that only caused Leon to laugh and coo at him.

“Awwwwwe, what, is my Lulu getting all shy on me now? You still don’t like my nickname?”

From over his shoulder, Luis heard the crackle of a phone speaker;

“Oh my gosh, is that Luis?? Wait wait wait hang on- Hiiiiiiii Luluuuuuuu!!!!!”

“Is that Ashley?! Dios mío…”

Leon just laughed at the disappointed sigh Luis left out when he heard Ashley calling him that nickname, too; he forced himself out of Leon’s arms for a moment to look at the caller ID on his partners old work phone.

Sure enough, ‘Baby Eagle’ was shown off front-and-centre.

“Leon,” Luis tried his best to sound intimidating, but it fell flat.

“How many people have you asked to call me…”

“Lulu?” Leon finished his sentance with a grin.

“Only Rebecca and Ashley, I swear on my life”

Leon was notorious for being a horrible liar. So Luis was almost immediately able to tell he was telling the truth, but still; he wasn’t about to let Leon get away with it Scott-free. He snatched the phone out of the blondes hand in one swift motion,

“¡Mí Señorita! ha sido tan largo, how’ve you been? Rebecca says hi,”

“Hi Ashley!!” Rebecca waved from across the room.

“Hiya Miss Chambers, hiya Lulu!! I’ve been good! Sorry I haven’t been able to visit you, I’ve got, like, extra bodyguards or something and they’re reeeeeeally annoying”

“It’s for your safety, Ashley” Leon huffed a half-laugh.

“So Leon’s tricked you into calling me that nickname too, I see?”

“Tricked me? No!! I’m calling you Lulu voluntarily!! I think it suits you!”

Luis groaned in defeat, hiding his face in his hands both out of sheer embarrassment and tiredness.

“¡¿Por qué todos dicen eso?! It does not suit me!!” He threw his hands into the air for extra emphasis, “I’m a grown man! What about me gives off ‘Lulu’ vibes?!”

“You’re cute,” Leon pointed out flatly with a smile on his face.

“And ‘Lulus’ cute”

“You have a short attention span!,” Rebecca shouted from across the room, “You probably need a nickname to keep focused anyways!”

“You have the soul of a Grandfather. And I feel like ‘Lulu’ is the kind of nickname I’d hear from, like, my Grandma in the White House or something”

“O-Oh yeah, Mí amiga? Well, if you all want to call me Lulu…” he practically had to force the nickname out of his mouth.

“Then I suggest you all start calling Leon Scotty from now on”

This, thank god, actually got a loud laugh out of Rebecca and Ashley- and Leon clearly wasn’t far behind, biting his bottom lip desperately to keep himself from letting even the slightest noise out. Luis felt his grow warm with a little sense of pride- He’d managed to make Leon laugh. Almost, at least. But that was good enough for him.

“N-No offense, Luis,” On the other end of the line, Ashley sounded like she was trying her damnedest to keep her voice steady after her burst of laughter

“But Scotty doesn’t suit him as much as Lulu does for you”

“Besides, it’s weird calling your friend their middle name!” Rebecca was equally as doubled-over with laughter, clutching the side table with her red hand that wasn’t covering her mouth in a balled fist.

Leon gave Luis a look that screamed ‘I told you so’

“Well, fine then. Dios Mío you three are persistent. But I will not be entertaining this nickname, I will simply be ignoring you”

“Whatever you say, Lulu” Leon smiled, taking his partners hand and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. Luis really needed to stop being so blushy for ten seconds please.

“All jokes aside, though- Rebecca, I’ve gotta steal Luis for that mission….”

“Damn, you’re leaving me high-and-dry already?” Rebecca did her best to give the two men a confident smile, but Luis could practically see the exhaustion in her eyes. Not to mention just how generally disheveled she and the rest of the lab looked- the brunette man winced at the realization that he’d be leaving her all alone to finish their assignment and to clean up the entire laboratory.

“Mí Mariposa, I’m so sorry-“

“It’s fine Lulu, honest,” Rebecca gave him a genuine smile, the corners of her tired eyes crinkling. Luis felt his own guilt claw at his chest like nails against a chalkboard.

“I know better than the both of you how these missions are set up”

“At least let me help clean up!”

“There’s no way we’re just gonna leave you to do… whatever you're doing all by yourself,” Leon added, backing his boyfriend up. Even if he had zero clue what kind of ‘sciency-nerd-stuff’ (His words, not Luis’) the pair of them got up to during the day.

Luis looked back-and-fourth between Rebecca, Leon and the mess that was the Lab tables. Books, computers and medical equipment were scattered around as far as the eye could see- but Rebecca just shook her head and shooed him off.

“Like I said, It’s fine you two. I’m probably just gonna grab a late-night coffee and head home anyways. The students coming in tomorrow can clean all this up. I’ll call it work experience” the brunette gave him a wink as she began to practically shove the pair out of the lab.

“Now go! Vamos! Before the president or whoever gets mad at you or, something”

“My dad would never!” Ashleys voice crackled defiantly over the phone. Leon just shook his head and laughed as Rebecca dragged the pair out the doors almost by force.

“Oh trust me, he would”

—————————————————————

The loud, shrill screech of the helicopter propellers combined with the rumbling vibrations against Luis’ back were the only things keeping him upright at this point.

Luis was exhausted; beyond that, even. How he was even sitting up straight, let alone how he had his eyes open at all was a complete miracle. The thin helicopter seats underneath him left no room for relaxation, and forced Luis’ back up against the curved edge of the metal chopper walls- sending uncomfortable rumbles down his spine adjacent to the feeling of resting your head on a bus window. Only this was a full-bodied experience.

No matter how many times he did it, Luis never got over the feeling of flying in a helicopter- the first couple times he was practically ecstatic, staring out of the window as the ground beneath him shrunk into an oil painting-like splotch of greens and browns. The sudden jerk and lift-off never became familiar to him, either; he lost his stomach everytime, without fail.

Overall, kind of a miserable experience once Luis got used to the six-hour long trips filled with nothing but loud rumbling that left his ears ringing for weeks. Not to mention, it was cold. The BSAA’s Donation helicopters were, much to his surprise, nothing fancy on the inside; just cold metal as far as the eye could see. And metal got cold easily, believe it or not.

Luis sighed defeatedly as he did his best to shuffle into a more comfortable position- with no luck- and resorted to just hunching over himself. Screw future-Luis’ back problems, he was tired, damnit.

The only thing keeping him awake was Leon sitting right beside him. Arm-in-arm, the blonde was doing just as bad as he was. Worse, even.

Their trip to Papua New Guinea went… Not to plan.

They were instructed to go undercover with fake names and try to infiltrate a container ship supposedly full of T-Virus samples- but they were ambushed. Not by human beings, no; rather, a giant, fleshy, still-beating creature clawed it’s way out of the Oceanside jungle, unhinging it’s jaw to let out a loud, grotesque screech before launching itself at the pair of men.

It reeked of something Luis could just barely recognise as coming out of a Lab most likely, and it’s eyes- or more accurately, it’s three eyes- glowed a bright, fluorescent orange that screamed ‘Hey! I was a totally normal guy before I most likely injected myself with some miscellaneous alphabet-organized named virus and turned into this ugly creature!! Which means you have to kill me now, teehee!!!’

Luis looked down at his own bloody hands shakily at the memory. Neither him nor Leon had gotten the opportunity to change before they evacuated.

He rubbed the flaky, dry blood off of his hands as rigorously as he could. The smell stinged his nose still.

Him and Leon, by some miracle, had gotten the upper hand; the container ship was large and void of people, which meant they could spend as many hours as needed running around the small, shallow halls to avoid their oncoming attacker- who was much too large to fit within the confines of the many engine rooms they traversed.

But it was never that simple, as Luis had learnt. The Bioweapon had practically teared the container ship in two, and despite it looking like it’d have- at max- maybe three brain-cells, it still efficiently snatched up Leon and crushed his rifle under its feet within seconds, hoisting the blonde up into the air and crushing his body agonizingly slowly.

The pair of men were strictly instructed to not shoot the Bioweapon- the man underneath all those mutations, a Doctor Emmet Rupert Brown, was still showing clear signs of sentience and could theoretically be reverse-engineered back to his normal state.

But in that moment, when Leon was on the brink of death and without a weapon to defend himself…

Luis had no other options.

And the guilt of his actions ate away at him each passing second on their helicopter journey home.

Luis knew what he was signing up for when he joined Leon on his missions. He had heard tall tales about the kinds of monsters Leon S. Kennedy had faced bare-handed, and even saw plenty of them himself in Spain-

But what he wasn’t expecting was to be met with the harsh, cruel humanity that lay underneath those Bioweapons.

Luis turned to his partner, whose eyes remained unfocused and foggy, toeing the line between asleep and wakefulness.

‘Díos mío, how does he do it….’

In that moment, with the sound of the helicopter whirring drowning out any other outside noises; Luis remembered an experience he had while he was still living with his Grandfather in Valdelobos.

The late afternoon air was crisp, and Luis felt his small chest tighten from the cold. His legs sunk almost up to his knees as he struggled to keep up with his Grandfather. Huffing and trotting along behind him in a snails-trail.

Luis held a large hunting rifle with both of his hands- the sheer size alone engulfing almost half of his body.

In front of him, his Grandfathers shadow blocked the reflection of the sun against the blinding-white snow, letting Luis walk along with larger, more confident steps.

The Village Priests truly were right; Winter silenced everything.

There were no songbirds fluttering about Luis’ feet, no echoes of children playing just beyond the woods- nothing. Just the his own heavy breathing and his Grandfather's heavy footsteps. He was tired. They’d been walking in circles for what felt like hours, looking for anything to bring home to the table.

Luis was practically ready to fall asleep on his feet, the silence filling the air like his own lullaby, until…

SNAP!!

Luis almost lept out of his skin in fright as his Grandfather instinctively raised his gun up to his eyeline. They stayed still for a moment, before the sound of groaning followed the air.

Luis couldn’t see his Grandfathers expression, but instead was met with a familiar whistle-call that meant Luis was being told to follow him as closely as possible.

He wrapped a tiny hand around his Grandfathers coat sleeve, following every large step deeper and deeper into the woods until….

“A deer,” His Grandfather pointed to a large, brown lump lying in the snow.

“It’s gotten caught in the Bear traps. Stay there, Lulu”

Luis did as he was told and waited as quietly and stiffly as humanly possible- as if any sudden movements would break the watch below him.

He watched as the deer began to struggle and wail the closer his Grandfather got to it; he heard the older man murmuring a familiar lullaby, resting a hand on the big animals face. Even from so far away, Luis could see it’s terrified expression; wide, white eyes and a quickly rising-and-falling chest. He felt his heart crack a little in sympathy.

In one, swift motion, Luis’ Grandfather unbuckled the Bear Trap and the deer was gone within the blink of an eye; spraying up snow as it honked and wailed loudly into the silent air. Slipping around on its own gangly legs as it flicked snow straight into the older man’s eyes. Luis felt his chest loosen with relief as his Grandfather just laughed, watching the deer run off into the distance.

“Grandfather, why didn’t you kill the deer?” Luis asked, confidently trotting up to his side to investigate the Bear Trap.

His Grandfather kneeled down to his level, which only meant one thing; Whatever he was about to say next was extremely important.

“Because, Lulu, killing that deer while it was already mortally wounded would be a dishonorable murder. The Bear Trap wasn’t laid for it, so it shouldn’t have died by its jaws.

Understand this, Lulu; you only ever kill when it’s absolutely necessary and honorable. The most morally reprehensible action a knight can preform is taking a life while they’ve already been beaten down. Do you understand?”

Luis had held that sentiment with him his entire life.

Through working with Umbrella, experiencing the horrors of the Nemesis project, all the way to fighting against Krauser- Luis did his best to uphold his Grandfathers wishes.

But life wasn’t always a fairytale book.

And how Leon was able to live with that kind of guilt… He had no idea.

“…MmmLuuuis?”

As if reading his mind, Leon lulled his head over to face his partner with a slightly concerned expression. The little wrinkles on his forehead exaggerating as he forced his eyebrows up higher to keep himself awake.

“Are y’alrght?”

“I’m fine, Mí amor,” Luis reassured him, hoping his voice was audible over the roaring of the helicopter. He leaned over to kiss Leon on the sides of his temples,

“You, however, don’t look fine. You should be asleep, Cariño”

“Can’t,” Was all Leon was able to mumble out, his eyes dipping slowly.

“You’re still ‘wake…”

Looking at just how exhausted Leon was seemed to be contagious, because Luis’ own fatigue creeped up on the corner of his mind like weeds in no time. His entire body ached, his head throbbed, and the clothes against his skin felt itchy. Luis could have sworn right then and there that that was easily the most tired he had ever felt in his entire life; every limb was like lead, yet at the same time, his bones felt as liquid-y as jello. And every tiny cut, scar and bruise they had gotten from the mission seemed to be exaggerated in pain by 10000%.

But, once again, Leon just looked so much worse altogether.

Besides, Luis would feel a whole lot better knowing Leon had gotten some rest. Maybe he’d even join him later on if they were still up in the sky, who knows.

“Leon, I insist you fall asleep”

“But whu’ if we land…?”

“Then I’ll wake you up,” Luis did his best to smiled before running his free hand up through Leon’s stringy blonde locks to encourage his head down onto his shoulder. He played with his locks a bit before moving down to caress the bridge of his boyfriends nose, gently laying a kiss against his wrinkled forehead and eyelids.

“Ve a dormir, mí amor. I’ll protect you, I promise.”

That seemed to be the final straw for Leon. Luis felt his chest glow with warmth as the blonde sighed contently and finally shut his eyelids, head bouncing occasionally from the helicopters’ movements.

Luis could easily watch Leon sleep like this for ages, no matter how uncomfortable the conditions were; it was rare he ever got to spy moments of pure relaxation from Leon like this. So he well and truly appreciated it.

And although Luis had promised he’d stay awake for Leon…

The exhaustion, guilt and general jet-lag of their whole journey caught up to him in no time.

Luis surrendered to his own blissful rest, letting his long, dark locks fall over his eyes as he rested the side of his head against the top of Leon’s.

He was just on the verge of sleep, until…

“Goodnight, Lulu…”

Luis laughed.

Over the coarse of the last three days, he had totally forgotten about Leon’s little nickname for him. And he just assumed Leon had forgotten about it, too.

But clearly not.

And, hell, he couldn’t even stay mad at Leon for it.

In fact, Luis was indeed starting to warm up to the nickname Lulu after all.

He kissed the top of Leon’s head,

“Goodnight, Cowboy…”

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