#alive!luis au

[pretzel-bitz]

More of Leon's au service dog!!

Her name is Daisy 🌼❤️ and she's trained for ptsd assistance because wow he definitely has that

[gigi-does-art]

I’ve seen fanart of Luis being in re6 and fanart of Krauser being in re6, so I give you an au where they both end up being in re6:

[thestayathomedragon]

WIP Wednesday

I was hoping to have this done today but life happened so have this little tidbit instead...

“L-Luis… Luis please. You have to let go.” Leon hissed, his own hands clasped over Luis’s, trying to pull them away but they’re like stone digging into his flesh.  

There is still no indication that Luis even hears him. That he even knows where he is. His bright eyes are unfocused, unseeing.

Leon gives up on trying to pry Luis’s hands from him and out of nowhere a thought strikes him. He stopped his struggle and then gently placed a trembling hand onto the space between Luis’s shoulder blades. Leon gets a flash of ichor darkened veins, winding thickly around Luis’s spine. The hole Krauser’s knife left had long since healed, sealing Luis’s plaga inside.

His own plaga stilled in his chest and Leon took a deep breath.

He felt so foolish, but Leon had to try. He closed his eyes and tried to reach out. On his own, through his own plaga, whichever way worked. He just needed the thing to hear him. Surprisingly, it seems to work. Leon could feel it when they connected and immediately, he took the opportunity to try to convey to it that Luis was safe. That Leon was with him and that he would do whatever it took to make sure that nothing happened to him.

Hey. Hey, can you hear me? You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe and so is Luis. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.

Protect.

Leon gasped in shock.

Protect him.

He had been trying to talk to it. Was it anymore insane that he was communicating back.

Yes. I will protect him. I’ll protect you both. Just please… Please… you have to try. Try and calm down. You’re hurting him.

Crazy enough, it seemed to work. Luis’s grip loosened and Leon could do nothing but sigh in relief. His own plaga finally calmed in his chest.

“Fuck.” Leon panted and winced. A sense of dizziness overcoming him before it all went black.

[mooseonabreak]

Back when I was in middle school I created this one OC who existed solely to die but the bastard grew on me and he’s been my favourite child for like 8 years… which means I keep putting him in situations

[geddy-leesbian]

biggest win of the day is that when watching Futurama with Jenny I said "this is how I imagine Luis's grandfather reacting in an AU where he's alive and Luis has to explain Leon being pregnant" and she laughed really hard

[brownsugarcoffy]

Rio Beneath Our Skin |Oneshot

Summary

After two years of silence and strain, Smoke surprises his wife, Annie, with a long-overdue getaway to Rio de Janeiro. He is hoping that this trip will help the couple reconnect their bond, but as Annie dives into sightseeing and nightlife, Smoke is left feeling forgotten, especially when another man catches her eye on the dance floor. One heated morning, their frustrations boil over into raw vulnerability, unlocking old memories, deep desire, and a love that’s been waiting to breathe again. Annie and Smoke rediscover not only their passion but a shared dream they thought they’d buried forever.

Characters: Elijah "Smoke" x Annie (Modern AU)

Themes: Angst, Fluff, Reconnecting, Mention of Miscarriage, Smut, Mention of Oral Sex, Marriage.

AN: I love doing modern Smoke & Annie take, so much you do with them. I haven't written a smut/sex scene in years, so I hope you enjoyed what I put together.

NOT EDITED

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Flashback to last night

The club was alive.

Drums pounded. Neon lights pulsed red and gold. The open-air rooftop bar was a sea of sweaty bodies dancing under the stars.

Annie laughed freely, drunk on both the caipirinhas and the freedom. Her sundress clung to her in all the right ways, and her curls wild from the humidity. She twirled under the arm of a handsome stranger—Luciano, or maybe it was Luis—who smelled like cologne and citrus.

“You dance like you’re from Rio,” he said, thick accent curling the words.

She giggled, swaying her hips. “I wish. I’m from Louisiana .”

“I don’t believe it. Your energy—it belongs here.”

Across the room, Smoke leaned against the bar, untouched beer in hand, jaw flexing as he watched. She looked radiant. Happy. Effortless. But not once had she looked for him.

Another man joined the circle, offering her a drink. Another offered her a dance. One slipped behind her, hands grazing her waist.

Smoke took a breath through his nose. Tight. Bitter.

He wasn’t jealous of them. He was jealous of her—this version of Annie who danced like she didn’t remember he existed.

End of flashback

They were supposed to be reconnecting.

That’s what this whole trip was for—Rio de Janeiro, her dream destination. For Smoke, it was a gift. A way to remind his wife that he still noticed her, still wanted her, even if the years and the busy days had made it harder to show.

They’d been grinding nonstop for the past year. Work. Bills. Life. Their moments together had become brief check-ins in passing.

But now, Smoke stood on the hotel balcony, coffee growing cold in his hand, watching the sunrise over a city that didn’t sleep—just like him.

Behind him, Annie stirred, still tangled in the sheets, and all he could see was the way she had danced last night.

Rio de Janeiro, blue skies, Samba rhythms, sugar-white beaches—a fantasy on Annie’s vision board for years. Smoke, the quiet provider, had finally cleared their schedules, booked the flights, and whispered in her ear one night after too many takeout dinners and too little touch, “Pack your bags, baby. We’re going to Brazil.”

The week had been filled with endless sightseeing, hikes to Christ the Redeemer, street food markets, boat tours, and rainforest treks. Every adventure Annie had dreamed of, and every moment Smoke had silently followed, loving how her face lit up under the sun but aching from how far away she felt.

And last night… last night was the breaking point.

Annie had begged to experience the real nightlife. He wasn’t much of a dancer—never had been. But he went anyway, watching her whirl and twist and laugh with strangers while the caipirinhas kept pouring. She never looked his way once as a local man with thick accent and dancing hips spun her around to a beat Smoke couldn’t follow. He just stood at the edge of the floor, fists in pockets, heart in his throat.

And now?

He didn’t want breakfast. He didn’t want the beach. He didn’t want another damn hike.

He wanted her. Just her.

The sun crept through the sheer white curtains of their hotel room in Rio de Janeiro, casting golden streaks across the king-sized bed. Annie stirred slowly, the dull ache of last night’s caipirinhas lingering behind her eyes. She reached for the other side of the bed.

Empty.

She sat up, sheets slipping off her bare shoulder, and spotted him—Smoke—standing by the balcony in nothing but a towel, his dark, toned frame glistening slightly from the shower. He looked like something carved out of heat and shadow, all smolder and silence.

"You’re up early," she said softly, voice still heavy with sleep.

Smoke turned, jaw tight. "Didn’t sleep much."

Annie’s brows pulled together. She knew that tone. Low. Controlled. Wounded.

She stood and walked toward him, the cool tile beneath her bare feet grounding her. "Elijah... what’s wrong?"

He didn’t answer right away, just stared out at the city, the waves crashing in the distance. Finally, he said, "I brought us here to reconnect, Annie. To breathe. To remember us."

Her heart dropped.

"And I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself," he added, "but... last night—you were dancing with strangers. Laughing like I wasn’t even there. I watched some local guy put his hands on you while I stood in the corner like an idiot."

She blinked, then scoffed lightly. "It was just dancing, Smoke. You didn’t say anything last night, so I thought it wasn’t a big deal."

That hit him. He turned fully toward her now, tension rippling through him. "Not a big deal? Annie, I’ve been watching you all week. You’ve been living it up—talking to tourists, booking activities, dragging me on hikes and boat rides. And I did all of it with a smile because I love seeing you happy. But when have we been alone? Truly alone? Every night we get back here, you’re in bed, bonnet on, knocked out before I can even hold you."

Annie’s eyes narrowed. "I didn’t know you were keeping score. I planned these activities because I thought we both wanted to explore and see everything Rio has to offer."

"NO! You wanted to do those things, but I forgot I’m not enough of an adventure for you anymore," he snapped, the pain in his voice sharper than any accusation.

She stared at him, stunned.

He sighed, softer this time. "I know you meant well, baby, but I thought we'd find time to just be us. No schedule. No crowd. No noise. Just... you and me."

Annie stepped closer, her voice quiet now. "I didn’t realize. I thought you were okay with it because you kept smiling. I forgot how much you hate being around people too long. I just wanted to make you proud. Show you I could plan something amazing. I'm sorry, baby. "

"You did. This place is incredible. And you—God, Annie, you’re radiant out there. But I miss us."

She swallowed, guilt tightening her throat. Then, she reached for the knot of his towel, voice trembling. "Let me fix it."

His breath caught as she dropped to her knees on the balcony.

Annie looked up at him, vulnerable and intentional. She kissed his abdomen, trailing lower with reverence and hunger, her hands stroking his thighs, worshiping the man who had held her through the darkest nights.

“Annie,” he breathed, voice low and unsure. “What are you doing? You don’t have to—this isn’t what I meant—”

“I know,” she said, her voice a hushed whisper. “But I want to. Let me take care of you... Please. You’ve been holding everything in, and I want to remind you what it feels like to just be with me.”

Then her lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Besides, don’t you want me to put my mouth to work?” she teased, humming against his skin.

Smoke clenched his jaw. God, yes. He couldn’t lie—he had been craving her mouth, the feel of her, the closeness only she could give. All week she’d been walking around in those silky vacation dresses, glowing under the Rio sun, laughing with strangers while he simmered with unspoken need.

And now she was on her knees for him. Just like that, the fire in his chest ignited.

His voice dropped to that deep, commanding register that always made her knees weak. Smoke’s fingers slipped into her hair, gripping gently but firm. The ache in his body twisted with the ache in his heart. “Then put that pretty mouth to work, baby. Show me how sorry you are.”

Annie moaned softly at his words, taking him into her mouth with slow, deliberate reverence. Heat coiled low in Smoke’s stomach, and his head fell back as her lips moved over him—wet, warm, worshiping. She sucked slow and deep, dragging her tongue along his length in long strokes, tasting every part of him like she’d been starving.

“Fuck, Annie,” he hissed, watching her through hooded eyes. “Just like that, baby. Don’t stop.”

Her hands were gripping his hips now, keeping him steady as she took him deeper. She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight through him, tightening every muscle in his body. He clenched his jaw, trying not to lose it too fast, but she was too good.

The sight of her down on her knees, eyes glossy, lips full and stretched around his length... it was undoing him piece by piece.

“You love this, don’t you?” Smoke rasped, his voice rough with need. “You love making me lose control.”

Annie pulled back just enough to whisper, breath hot against his skin, “Only for you.”

Then she swallowed him again, deeper, hungrier. Her tongue teased. Her pace quickened. Smoke gripped the balcony railing with one hand and the back of her head with the other, holding on as his body began to shake.

He didn’t just feel pleasure. He felt claimed.

And God help him, he never wanted to be anywhere else.

Smoke’s breath hitched, his body on the edge, but he wasn’t ready to finish—not like this. Not with her on her knees in apology. He wanted her beneath him. Wrapped around him. Wanted them tangled up in something that felt like healing, not just heat.

“Come here,” he said, voice low and commanding.

Annie looked up, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. Smoke reached down and pulled her to her feet with ease, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Her breath caught, legs instinctively circling his waist as he carried her inside, past the glass doors, into the dim cool of the hotel suite.

The bed waited—white sheets rumpled, sunlight casting shadows across the floor. He laid her down gently, but his eyes told a different story—hunger, thick and unspoken, burned in his gaze.

Smoke didn’t waste a second. He peeled her out of her nightshirt, dragging it over her head, revealing bare, mahogany skin that gleamed in the light. She lay there, breathless and exposed, watching him as he dropped between her thighs and kissed his way up from her knees to her inner thighs.

“Elijah...” she whispered, already trembling.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he murmured, lips brushing her skin. “You think I didn’t want to touch you every night when you came in with that bonnet and soft sighs, too tired to even kiss me right?”

Annie’s chest rose sharply, guilt and desire swirling in her eyes.

“I’m not mad that you danced, baby. I’m mad you forgot us. I miss this.”

Then his mouth met her heat.

Annie gasped, arching, hands flying to the sheets as Smoke devoured her—slow, deliberate, possessive. He licked her like he wanted her to remember who she belonged to. Every stroke of his tongue was meant to dismantle her. To pull sounds from her throat that only he got to hear.

Her hands found his curls, tugging, her body already coming undone beneath his mouth. “E-Elijah—baby—I’m gonna—”

He gripped her thighs and held her there, firm and sure. “Then come for me. I’m not stopping until I taste everything you owe me.”

She shattered.

Her cries echoed in the room, and Smoke didn’t stop until she was twitching, oversensitive, breath ragged. When he finally crawled up her body, she was gasping, skin dewy and pink.

“You still with me?” he asked, teasing gently, brushing his nose against hers.

Annie nodded weakly, smiling through her daze. “Barely.”

“Good,” he growled, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Then he entered her.

The moment they joined, Annie melted into him, her body opening to his with a tender, aching need. The heat between them was electric, slow and steady, their movements syncing like a whispered prayer—every touch a vow, every breath shared.

His hips pressed into hers, grounding them both, while her hands clung to his shoulders, holding him close as if afraid to let go. Time seemed to dissolve around them—the only thing that mattered was the soft rhythm of their bodies moving together, a sacred dance of healing and desire.

Between deep kisses, their voices fell to hushed confessions and quiet pleas—words soaked with longing and forgiveness. This was more than passion; it was redemption, a reclaiming of what had slipped through their fingers during long, lonely nights.

“Feels so good,” she breathed, voice trembling, “so full… like coming home.”

"Damn, you're so tight." Smoke goaned as pump in and out of her cove.

"Elijah I'm going to cum!" Annie moaned like a wild mess.

In with that, their climax came like a wave—together, deep and shaking. He buried his face in her neck as he spilled into her, arms locked tight around her body like she might disappear if he let go.

They lay there tangled in sweat and silence, only the sound of their breathing filling the space. Smoke ran his fingers along her spine, his touch gentle now. Reverent.

Annie turned her face to him, tracing his jaw. “We needed that,” she whispered.

Smoke chuckled softly. “Damn right.”

They stayed entwined for a long moment, his arms wrapped protectively around her as she rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The quiet hum of the city below was distant, and nothing could touch the stillness that settled between them now.

Smoke brushed a gentle hand through Annie’s hair, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her scalp. “I missed this,” he murmured, voice low and rough with feeling. “Missed us.”

Annie looked up, her eyes shining in the soft light. “Me too. I know I got caught up in everything—the sightseeing, meeting people—I thought we both wanted to soak it all in. I didn’t realize you were feeling so alone in the crowd.”

He sighed, pulling her closer. “I wanted to see you smile, yes. But I also wanted to be with you. Just us, no distractions. I felt like I was watching you dance with everyone else, but not with me.”

A flicker of guilt passed over her face. “I thought I was making us both happy. I didn’t mean to push you away.”

Smoke cupped her cheek, thumb stroking tenderly. “I know, baby. But sometimes, I need more than just being there beside you. I need you.”

Annie’s gaze softened, and a small, hopeful smile curved her lips. “Then let’s make sure we have that—from now on.”

He smiled back, brushing his lips over hers in a slow, lingering kiss that promised more than words ever could.

After a long breath, Annie hesitated, her fingers moving gently over Smoke’s chest, tracing the old scar he once got breaking up a fight years ago. They lay together in the soft silence, bodies close beneath the sheets, the buzz of Rio still faint in the distance. The afterglow hadn’t faded yet, but something weighed heavy on her heart.

“Elijah …” she began, voice tentative. “I’ve been thinking about something. About us. About maybe… trying again.”

His brow furrowed slightly. “Trying what?”

She took a breath, steadying herself. “A baby.”

He stilled.

Annie continued, quieter now. “We haven’t talked about it in two years. Not since…” Her throat caught, the memory still sharp. “I know it hurt. It nearly broke us. But I want to try again. Even if it’s hard.”

Smoke's hand tightened around hers, and she could feel the tension ripple through his body. His voice, when he finally spoke, was rough. “Annie... I still remember the way you cried in the shower when you thought I couldn’t hear. The way I’d reach for you in bed and you’d already be facing the wall. I didn’t know how to help you... and I felt like I was failing every day.”

She turned to him, her eyes soft, shimmering with tears. “You didn’t fail me, Elijah. You stayed. Even when I pushed you away. That meant everything.”

He looked away, jaw tense, voice low. “But what if it happens again? What if we get our hopes up and it all falls apart? I don’t know if I can watch you go through that again. I don’t know if I can survive watching myself go through it either.”

Her hand cupped his cheek, drawing him back to her. “I’m scared too. But I don’t want to let fear hold us hostage. I want this with you. I want to try… because I still believe in us. And I still believe in our future.”

His eyes met hers then—glass-like and vulnerable, with all the pain and love he carried for her exposed. A long silence stretched between them.

And then, slowly, his walls lowered.

“I want it too,” he said softly. “God, I want it so bad, Annie. I think about what it’d be like to hold our baby. To see your smile in their face. To hear you singing to them. I’ve wanted that since the moment I married you. I just… I was afraid.”

“You’re not alone in this,” she whispered. “We’ll carry the fear together. And the hope too.”

Smoke pulled her in tight, burying his face in her neck, kissing the skin softly as if sealing the moment.

He drew back just enough to look into her eyes, a fragile smile breaking through the ache. “Okay, baby. We’ll try again. Whatever happens… we’ll face it together.”

She kissed him slow and deep, a kiss that lingered with the weight of memory and the promise of something new. The warmth of Rio filtered in through the curtains, but all they felt was the light blooming between them.

Smoke’s hand moved gently over Annie’s back, tracing invisible circles, his voice low against her hair. “We came out here to escape,” he murmured. “But I think we ended up finding something deeper.”

Annie tilted her head to look at him, fingers brushing his jaw. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “We found us again. Everything that was buried beneath the weight... the grief... it’s still there. Still alive. Like the rhythm of this city. "

Annie’s smile was soft, her eyes glistening with the kind of emotion words couldn’t fully hold. She pressed her palm to his chest, over the heart that had held her through love, through loss, through everything in between.

To new beginnings.

The End

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[thestayathomedragon]

Omg y’all look at this beautiful man. Even more gorgeous while infected. How do you do this Luis?! A complete babe. 😍🥰😘

Incredible art as always Kay :3

Infected Luis. inspired by "Infected Luis AU" fanfic: 1. "Bait & Switch" 2. My beloved @thestayathomedragon ".scar.crossed.lovers. chapter 13 / 17" 3. "Cherry Waves"

[howi99]

"Fendez le bois, chauffez le four. Dormez la belle, il n'est point jour..."

Penny: *tilting her head, curious* What does it mean, friend Jaune?

Jaune: *stop working, looking at the android with a smile* Hm? Something the matter?

Penny: *point at him* The song you were singing just now, i couldn't understand the words you were saying.

Jaune: Oh, it's an old song in Valois. *Scratch his head, chuckling* Guess they didn't bother installing regional languages in your system, did they?

Penny: *searching in her database* ... *Sigh, shaking her head in a defeated manner* Only languages spoken in the kingdom of Atlas, i'm afraid.

Jaune: *smile* Don't worry, i'd be glad to teach you, if you want.

Penny: *beaming* Really? You don't mind?

Jaune: *going to speak, then looking pensive* But then again, i could just install a language patch and-

Penny: *shake her head* No! I want YOU to teach ME! I want to understand how hard it is to learn a language from scratch!

Jaune: *blink, before scratching his head* Are you sure? It's not easy, you know?

Penny: *pointing to herself with pride* I am still an android, the top of the Atlas technological might! *Hit her chest with gusto* I am combat ready, your words do not scare me!

Jaune: *chuckle* Alright then, i'll teach you. *Smirk* But don't you dare complain that it's too long, ok?

_ _ _

The Puppeteer: *placing his left hand on Penny's metallic sarcophagus, the only piece of equipment keeping her alive* ... *Turning his head toward the immense tree, the reason for his pain* ...

The Puppeteer: *closing his eyes, feeling a small hand grabbing his right hand* ... *Opening his eyes, seeing his daughter, his greatest creation, looking in his eyes with sorrow* ... *Sigh, letting go of Penny to pat Marie on the head with a tired smile* You should be in bed, young lady.

Marie: *shaking her head, has she let go of his hand to hug him* ...

The Puppeteer: *sigh* I know, Marie. I miss her too... *smiles gently, picking her up in his arms, before sitting on his rocking chair* Say, would you like to hear the first song i taught your mom?

Marie: *a bit flustered by her dad's propensity to pick her up as if she was still a toddler (she was 7 for heaven's sakes! And had the mentality of a 14 year old!) she nodded, timidly*

The Puppeteer: *chuckle* Alright then... *Clear his throat* here we go...

"À la claire fontaine, m'en allant promener. J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle que je m'y suis baigné~

Fendez le bois, chauffez le four. Dormez la belle, il n'est point jour...

Sous les feuilles d'un chêne, je me suis fait sécher. Sur la plus haute branche, le rossignol chantait~

Fendez le bois, chauffez le four. Dormez la belle, il n'est point jour...

Chante rossignol, chante, toi qui as le coeur gai. Tu as le cœur à rire, moi je l'ai à pleurer~

Fendez le bois, chauffez le four. Dormez la belle, il n'est point jour...

J'ai perdu ma maîtresse, sans l'avoir mérité. Pour un bouquet de roses que je lui refusais~

Fendez le bois, chauffez le four. Dormez la belle, il n'est point jour...

Je voudrais que la rose fût encore au rosier. Et moi et ma maîtresse, dans les mêmes amitiés~

Fendez le bois, chauffez le four. Dormez la belle, il n'est point jour..."

The Puppeteer: *seeing his daughter, his only source of joy, sleeping comfortably on his lap* Sleep well, Marie... Morning hasn't come yet...

[alitan99]

OK OK OK SO

Luis Serra in Silent Hill au

I saw that many of you liked it and truthfully, I‘ve thought about this a lot. So I wanted to share some of the monsters I’ve come up with for him.

Dead Weight is a monster that represents Luis in his struggle to let go of the idea that he is responsible for the death of his grandfather. He feels he could have done more, he should have protected his grandfather from the wolf, he could have stopped his grandfather from being burned alive by Mendez.

Because he will not let go, he is unable to cope and move past this childhood tragedy.

It also represents him holding onto guilt for having brought so many horrors to the world.

The monster’s limbs are heavy and therefore it is slow moving, but the damage it deals when it attacks is great.

It is a common enemy

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Torsos is a monster where two humanoid upper halves are fused together by the waist. It can be found walking around on all fours similar to an animal, or it can stand and attack upright. This monster represents the duality of Luis’s character wherein one half is a version of himself that he WANTS to be. He wants to be a good person, a hero, a person worthy of love and trust. The other half represents the person he believes he actually is. A villain, a corrupt scientist, someone who will never be good.

The damage this enemy deals is moderate, but it is FAST on all fours

Also a common enemy

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And the last one I have here I’ve named Lances Body (that sounds dumb now that I read it so idk I might change it lol)

This monster has a spider-like appearance. Another creepy crawly type, this monster represents the villagers of Valdelobos that fell victim to the plaga :< many of which became mutated as a result. The limbs are elongated and sharpened to a point to ironically symbolize the “Lance” used by Don Quixote and the pipe used by Luis.

They also symbolize body horror, again a reference to the plaga mutation.

The humanoid figure represents the tormented villagers having succumbed to the plaga influence. It is in a constant state of pain and as such, it can produce an ear piercing shriek that stuns its enemy temporarily.

This is a boss enemy and it deals great damage with its long sharp limbs

These are just three monster I’ve come with idk if they look or seem silly XD but I’d love to hear about any monsters that you guys come up with :3 just for funsies.

In this au, there are also allusions to Don Quixote throughout the town, one idea for this that I came up with is that the other world would have a lot of slow moving giant rusty industrial fans to represent windmills.

I continue to think about and maybe I’ll come up with more monsters and PUZZLES EVEN? I’m hyper fixed beyond belief XD

[thestayathomedragon]

I'm sure there are at least 9 people I can tag but my brain is not interested in helping out with that at this time so anyone who sees this and wants to give it a go please feel free. :3

Share 9 lines from a fic you’re currently working on and tag 9 people!!!!!!!! Thank you SOOOOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH @sunhatllama for tagging me!!!!!! :DDDD

I have M A D dyscalculia so if this isn’t actually 9 lines I’m sorry I legitimately can’t count BDBEHEBWHDN ((Also I had to make this a screenshot cuz tumblr isn’t letting me copy-paste things onto here which is quite homophobic tbh))

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[gerardlesudiste]

Le tombeau des Amants de Teruel.

Les Amants de Teruel sont deux personnages légendaires, Diego de Marcilla et Isabel de Segura, morts en 1217.

Selon la légende, Diego et Isabel étaient tous deux des descendants de familles nobles et influentes. La relation entre les deux jeunes ne semble pas avoir convaincu sa famille, car Juan Diego n'était pas le premier né et n'avait donc pas de biens de valeur. Pour cette raison, Diego a demandé cinq ans pour s'enrichir et avoir enfin les moyens de demander la main de sa bien-aimée Isabel. Sa demande a été acceptée et Diego est parti à la guerre, à la recherche de la fortune promise.

Cependant, lorsqu'il est rentré à Teruel, le délai de cinq ans avait expiré. Isabel, opprimée par son père, avait épousé un important noble de la ville nommé Azagra.

Apprenant cette nouvelle, Diego, dévasté, se rend chez son amante et lui demande un baiser qu'elle refuse. Bouleversé, Diego tombe mort à ses pieds…

Le lendemain, des funérailles sont organisées pour Diego dans l'église de San Pedro de Teruel. Pendant les funérailles, une Isabel en deuil s'approche du corps de Diego. Elle lui tend le bras pour lui donner le baiser qu'elle lui a refusé de son vivant. Elle le fait, mais pousse soudain un profond soupir et s'éteint sur le corps de son amant.

Après cet événement, le mari d'Isabel ordonne qu'ils soient tous les deux enterrés dans l'église de San Pedro et le lieu reste ouvert au public jusqu'à aujourd'hui.

Nota : Les corps momifiés des deux amants ont été exhumés en 1555. Leur tombe était située dans le cloître de l'église San Pedro à Teruel, avant la construction d'un mausolée par le sculpteur Juan de Ávalos en 1955.

L'histoire a inspiré de nombreux artistes espagnols, poètes dramaturges et musiciens. Tirso de Molina et Juan Eugenio Hartzenbusch en on tiré des drames, Tomás Bretón un opéra.

Archeology & Civilizasions

The tomb of the Lovers of Teruel.

The Lovers of Teruel are two legendary figures, Diego de Marcilla and Isabel de Segura, who died in 1217.

According to legend, Diego and Isabel were both descendants of noble and influential families. The relationship between the two young people does not seem to have convinced his family, since Juan Diego was not the first born and therefore did not have any valuable assets. For this reason, Diego asked for five years to enrich himself and finally have the means to ask for the hand of his beloved Isabel. His request was accepted and Diego went to war, in search of the promised fortune.

However, when he returned to Teruel, the five-year period had expired. Isabel, oppressed by her father, had married an important nobleman of the city named Azagra.

Upon hearing this news, Diego, devastated, went to his lover and asked her for a kiss, which she refused. Distraught, Diego falls dead at her feet…

The next day, a funeral is held for Diego in the Church of San Pedro in Teruel. During the funeral, a grieving Isabel approaches Diego's body. She extends her arm to give him the kiss she refused him when she was alive. She does so, but suddenly lets out a deep sigh and dies on her lover's body.

After this event, Isabel's husband orders that they both be buried in the Church of San Pedro and the place remains open to the public to this day.

Note: The mummified bodies of the two lovers were exhumed in 1555. Their tomb was located in the cloister of the Church of San Pedro in Teruel, before the construction of a mausoleum by the sculptor Juan de Ávalos in 1955.

The story has inspired many Spanish artists, poets, playwrights and musicians. Tirso de Molina and Juan Eugenio Hartzenbusch have produced dramas, Tomás Bretón an opera.

Archeology & Civilizations

[thewritersaddictions]

(RE4) Leon S. Kenndy- The Spaniard & The American

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader x Luis Sera

Pov: Reader's

Warnings: Smut, drinking, threesome, dancing at the bar, Gentleman vibes from both Leon and Luis,making out, kissing in public, touchy and feely. AU, (no use of y/n), cum eating, BJ's, 18+, adult content.

Summary: Luis, Leon, and You all make it our of another governemnt assignment. With that Luis suggests drinks to celebrate your success, things most definatly don't get out of hand.

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 5k

Resident Evil Master List // Resident Evil 4 Master List

July 2007 

“Come on, just let’s go to the bar and drink the sorrows of the past two weeks away.” Luis is trying desperately to convince Leon that taking a few minutes to drive down to the local pub wouldn’t end with someone getting punched or someone throwing up in someone else’s lap on the way back home. “Luis, please, let’s just go home and relax. That mission was shit, and the both of you know that for a fact.” Leon sits in the driver’s seat of the car. 

He’s wearing civilian clothes, looking rather handsome from the back seat. Luis sits in the passenger seat. Puppy dog eyeing Leon. Begging to get a few drinks, Luis believes there’s always a need for a celebration. Whether everyone made it out alive or we lost a few team members, Luis is adamant about going out after. 

“Luis, you’re pushing my buttons.” I can hear the aggravation in his voice. The strained part of him wants to yell and be furious for how nonchalant Luis is. Luis had come to work as a private agent with Leon after getting Ahsley Graham back home safely to her father. He had been just an asset then, but Luis showed up and off as a genuine member when it came to justice and all, and it sat well with Leon. 

The government, at first, wasn’t happy with the idea of having an ex-Umbrella employee on the payroll. Still, they were quickly turned around, or instead, the president was when he heard that not only had Luis’s medical expertise saved his daughter’s life but that he had also saved Leon’s life. 

I came in just a few months later. Leon and Luis didn’t need another partner. Regardless, Leon and Luis welcomed me with open arms. “What do you think back there?” Luis asked, pulling me from my distanced thoughts. “Well, I could go for some food, so if you want to stop, we can,” I answered. Leon sighed heavily from the front seat as Luis looked proud of himself for ‘getting’ me on his side. “Leon, if you don’t want to stop you… you aren’t obligated to stop for any of us.” I say, looking at Leon through the rear-view mirror. 

He looks at me with those blue eyes. Then looks over at Luis. “Fine, but only a few drinks and food. I’m tired enough as it is.” Leon gives in, and smugly, Luis puts the new direction into the GPS, and Leon turns the car around. The drive isn’t too far off the highway, and the sky is just setting by the time we all pile out of the car. 

The music can be heard as Leon opens the door, letting himself in. Ever the gentleman Luis stands there holding the door open for me. It’s a bar, so we pick our table and settle into everyday life. I plunge myself into a round booth in the corner of the bar. Leon slides in on my left and Luis on my right. I’m snug between the two men, but I’m not thinking of that. Instead, I’m looking at the food that passes by. Leaving my mouth wide open, Leon softly touches my chin, closing my mouth. “You’ll get flies in your mouth.” His voice has at least lowered an octave or two. I shake the way his hands feel on my skin away as I look at the menu first. The server comes by in a matter of seconds. 

When I look up, the woman smiles back at me. Her hair is in a slick pony, and everything about her screams that she’s confident and a flirt. The buttons on her shirt give nothing to the imagination at all. “What can I get you three started with?” A country drawl swings from her words as her attention leaves me and towards the two men I’m sitting between. Leon asks without even looking at her, and Luis, in his ever so charming self, gives her a sparkling smile and asks for his drink. Last of the line, I ask for a fruity drink that will wash away the dead bodies and the crazy trip we had just returned from. 

“You always get a fruity drink, cariño?” I nod as I look at Luis from the corner of my eye. He looks like he’s never realized that, “But you drink beer when we’re with everyone else? Why?” He asks; I want to shrug my shoulders and say I don’t know. Before I can even get the chance to lie to Luis. Leon is answering my question for me. “Because let’s be honest here, Luis if she didn’t drink with the guys like she were a guy, they’d out her.” Leon, always the knight in shining armor, saves me even when I don’t need his help. 

Luis’s face contorted, and then I couldn’t read his emotions. The moment is completely taken away from me when the server returns to serving Leon and Luis, her whole chest now on view. “Would you you’ll like anything else? Food, god, do we have the best home fries.” I sigh heavily, and Leon orders something for the table—fries and something else that the server wiggles into the check. 

The night goes on nicely after that. The sky dims by the minute, and night falls in through the door when a set of people come in through the door cracks. It isn’t until the second or fourth fruity drink that my bones have relaxed, and everything around me is cloudy but in the best way. Leon and Luis are arguing about the best way to get a girl. “Leon, can I get out? I need to go to the bathroom?” I ask. He hums and moves out of the way. I sway between drunken men and women to get to the bathroom. 

My cheeks are hotter than ever before, and when I press my hands into the cold porcelain, it sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes are blown out from the liquor, but I could take another drink to forget the week before. I take only a few seconds to reset myself in the bathroom before heading back out. When I finally managed to get through the waves of people on the floor and at the bar. Leon and Luis are still arguing. “Leon, you don’t know how to get a girl, do you?” Leon scoffs at Luis’s rather hurtful question. “It’s not a matter of if I can. It’s about the fact that you aren’t a gentleman about it, Luis.” Leon counters. Whatever I walk into feels like a heated battle. It’s nice to watch the banter between the two men. “I am a gentleman!” The octave of Luis’s voice hits high as he tries to argue with Leon about who’s more gentlemanly than the other. 

“Can I get back into my seat?” I ask, interrupting their conversation, but I am ignored. “Who do you think is more the gentleman?” Luis asks, “Don’t ask her that it’s unfair.” Leon looks over at Luis before looking at me. I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t wanna be a part of this, Luis.” I try but am quickly told that if I want my seat, I’ve got to answer the question. I sigh heavily before looking between the two men. “Okay, fine, Leon is sweet, and that’s attractive all on its own, but you, Luis, are attractive differently. cockiness put aside, you’re brave, and so is Leon…” My words are not enough to convince either one of them. 

I groan. “Fine, you are both great men; hell, you’re both my type. But you must let go of the cockiness, and Leon, you’ve got to let some sort of girl in that’s not Ada. She doesn’t need you to save her because she can save her ass.” I say, hoping that my ticket will be back in the booth. 

Instead, the both of them are staring at me. Mouth left open, and eye blown out. “Hello?” Luis licks his lips and gets up from his seat. He is letting me in, finally. Even with the littering amount of conversation all around us, the silence that takes over the booth is growing too uncomfortable to stand. There’s this silent conversation happening between Luis and Leon that I just can’t read. The two of them eyeing each other and then looking at me. “Would you like to go dance?” Leon asks. The smile is naughty, sending a shiver down my spine that I’ve never felt before.

If you were to work with these two men, you’d be just as suck in your feelings as I. The type of feelings that wrap around your heart and mind and make everything clouded. “And I’ll get you another drink,” Luis says. I nod, and Luis gets up from the booth. Leon quickly takes my hand, pulling me from the sticky booth and dragging me towards the dancing floor. 

At first, it’s a slow swaying motion with Leon dancing to the side of me, and the music changes, the tempo changes, and so does everything else. Leon’s large hand is cupping my hips, pulling me into his front. Everything feels so fucking dizzy but in the best of ways. “Did you mean what you said at the table?” Leon whispers into my ear. “About the two of us being your type?” He clarifies. I take a huge breath before nodding, waiting for the rejection of the fall of the crescendo. “Good because we, Luis and I, enjoy having you around,” Leon whispers. Before I know it, Luis is pressed into my chest. 

I am sandwiched between the two prominent men. The two men that just a few hours ago had blood smeared across those perfect bones and skin. The same men that would bicker like an old married couple. “You should have told us sooner that you like us,” Luis says. He presses the cold, fruity drink into my hand. I swallow hard as my senses are on the fritz. “I didn’t…I was worried…” “Shh, don’t worry about it now, love.” Leon shushes, and I fall against his chest. “We’ve liked you for some time now. Haven’t we, Luis?” Even though we’re in a bar, with the music and people bumping around us, I can’t help but feel that we are utterly alone in this moment. Luis nods, agreeing with Leon. “For so fucking long, cariño.” 

I can’t tell if the heat of their bodies pressed against me or the liquor in my system makes me fall apart off the edges of my core. “Will you show me?” I ask. Luis’s brow perks up, and then he looks over my shoulder at Leon. “Of course, baby. Let’s settle our bill, and then we can show you how much we want to play with you.” Leon’s words make my legs shake and my thighs clench. “Luis, go settle the tab, and you can drive us home while we get settled in the back seat,” Leon says to Luis. I can’t help but feel that there’s a unique dynamic there. Luis leaves the two of us quickly and takes my drink with him. 

Leon’s hands leave my hips, and one takes my hand while the other settles on my side, walking me out of the bar. All of us are just a little drunk and a little sober. “Can we wait for Luis?” I ask Leon, and there is a hesitance in my voice, like I’m not ready to walk out of the doors just yet. Leon can sense it before the tone even manages to hit his ears. He hums, and the two of you stand there swaying together. 

I rest your head on Leon’s chest and let his hands fall lower on your hips. The music should be loud and head-banging, but the things that happen in front of you cause the music to be silenced, and the fighting voices start to soar through the bar. “Where’s Luis?” I ask Leon, eyes still closed. I can feel the rumble of his words against my back, but I don’t need his answer when I hear his distinct accent, Luis—defending something or someone. “Leon,” I warn him, he’s already on the target. “I’ll be right back,” Leon whispers before kissing my forehead and letting me go. 

In a matter of a few seconds, I lost Leon in the crowd of people surrounding Luis and the other customer. “I told you, you fucker, to stop talkin’ about her like that.” His voice carries around the entire bar, gathering unwanted attention from all. “Like you’d even know how to fuck her.” The other man is drunk and clearly off his rails. “You keep her out of your dirty mouth,” Luis yells back to the other man, pushing him away when he gets too close. 

“Luis, come on, let’s go. You’re starting a scene.” Leon calls over to Luis. Yet when Luis looks over at Leon, there’s a look that he very rarely sees. Anger is written all over his face—blood, red, hot, pumping anger. Leon gives Luis a look he’s given a time before. “Luis, it’s time to go. She’s waiting for us.” Leon mumbles to Luis. The anger has Luis shaking at his hands. Leon reaches his hand out for Luis to grab. Luis takes a moment to think before looking at the drunken man and then back to Leon. Luis gives up eventually, holding onto the outreached hand, and has the two of them walk over to me. Luis’s fits of anger fade out quickly. Being replaced with a warm, inviting smile. 

The walk out to the car is silent in a good way; Leon’s hand tangled with mine, and his other wrapped around Luis’s neck to pull him close to his side. “What happened, Luis?” I ask, “Nothin’ for you to worry about amor.” Luis says, shutting down my questioning. I hum and get into the opened door of the back seat. The slam of the door makes me realize that, for a brief moment, I’m alone in the car. 

– 

“What was that all about Luis?” Leon asks the older man. Luis still has a hard time being open with anyone other than himself. “Are you trying to be Don Quixote?” Leon asks him—two questions Luis has to answer. “I’m not trying to be the knight and shin’ armor, Leon. Just don’t like dicks like that is all.” Luis says, trying to get out of answering Leon’s other question. “Luis, look at me,” Leon says, returning his attention to his face. A rough hand forced Luis’s head with his chin. A thumb pressing into Luis’s lower lip. “Did the guy say something about her?” Leon asks Luis. They two stare intensely at each other. Blue and brown staring at each other.

While waiting in the car, I can see the two of them through the front window. Everything about their interaction is softer than I’m used to seeing in the field. A few moments later, the back door reveals a dirty blonde smiling sweetly at me. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” Leon asks before even getting into the back seat with me. Another car door opening causes me to get out of my thoughts for only a moment. It’s Luis on the other side of me. Both men stare at me as if I’m the only treasure in the world.

 Awaiting my approval. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m fucking sure now can we go!” I say, biting down on my bottom lip. “So impatient. As always.” Leon mutters before sliding into the back seat with me and shutting the door behind him. Luis is quick to get into the driver’s seat. “Don’t start being a brat now, cariño.” I hear Luis say as the engine starts to life. 

The touches start slow and soft. Gentle but rough fingers glide down my arms, sending shivers and goosebumps. “You are so beautiful; you know that sweetheart.” Leon’s stats are a matter of fact. I swallow hard. I’m already so out of touch and so desperately touched-deprived from working in the line I work in with Leon and Luis that the simple words make my thighs clench, and my chest burn with burning tears. 

The rest of the car ride is a blur between sweet nothings whispered into my ear and Leon’s hands touching any part of me exposed to him. I catch Luis’s eyes at least during the drive, and the heat bubbles in my belly along with my cheeks. He winks and returns his attention to the road. Leon is like a broken record next to me, telling me how beautiful I am, what they’re doing to me, how much they care about me. It had my head dizzy in a fuzzy way. In a good way. “You’ll be good for us, right, love?” Leon asks as the car comes to another slow for a stop light. I whine and shake my head, not yet trusting my voice. “Words, love, words,” Leon says, calming as his hand racks over the tops of my thigh. 

I squeeze my thighs together, hating and loving that Leon’s light and slight touch has over me. I see the quick smirk that falls over Leon’s handsome face before uttering a soft and quiet ‘yes.’ Leon graciously accepts and smiles at me before leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose. 

Moving from the car to the front door of Leon and Luis’s apartment is a tangle of limbs and hands on my body. Luis fumbles with the key to get in through the apartment door. The second the door is unlocked and open for the three of us to enter, Leon’s lips are mine. A little chap and bitten at but all the welcoming. He’s warm and so close to me, but still, I want to be closer to him. I graze my tongue against his bottom lip, and he grants me entrance. Our tongues don’t fight; instead, they explore each other’s mouths. Leon groaned into the deep kiss. 

Leon’s hands hold me close to his large and fit frame. A broad chest with an easy beating heart pressed into my own chasing heart. “Sharing is caring, you know.” I hear a frustrated Luis mutter from off in the distance of the apartment. Leon groans, his lips leaving mine. For a moment, I get accustomed to the new surroundings. The apartment isn’t tiny by any means, but that’s what happens when you save the former president’s daughter. Leon hasn’t left my side. “Well, come over here then, Lui.” The nickname makes me giggle. The unprofessionality of it all makes me smile even wider. 

Luis takes a giant step over to the two of us. Standing in the living room, it almost feels awkward for a second, and then Luis’s hands are cupping my cheek. He winked at me before he dips down to grab at my lips. He’s rougher than Leon like there’s an aching burning in him that’s forcing him to take all that he wants. I moan as he bites down my bottom lip, dragging as he releases from the kiss. His eyes are blown out, and so are Leons as they both stare at me. “Take a seat for us, cariño.” Luis points down to the couch at the back of my knees. 

I plop down with no grace, but neither seem to care as they both get a chuckle out of it. Leon takes a seat on my left, and Luis is on my right. I fidget with my hands for a moment as the silence fills the apartment. My mind drifts off, thoughts of Luis and Leon. How they interact, being in their apartment is the way Leon speaks to Luis in such a calm but dominant manner. I’m pulled out of my thought by Leon, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks. I look at him and then towards Luis. Then back once more. “Just… it’s nothing, just was thinking, is all.” I manage to mutter out. Leon has a great read on people, so nothing I say will work unless it’s true. “Come on, you can tell us.” He says softly, placing a hot hand on my left knee, “Yeah, we won’t judge, mi amor.” Luis says as he puts his hand on my right knee.

 It grounds me for an unknown reason, and I give in. “I was just wondering… you and Leon. The two of you have, you guys live together, but I sense there’s something else there. Like are you…” The words die in my throat as I look over from Luis to Leon, who is having a whole conversation with their eyes. No words pass between us for a long moment. “Yes, sweetheart, Luis and I are together. We have been for a while now.” Leon says proudly. “But that isn’t what this is about.” Luis adds, looking back at Leon, “It’s about you and us showing you how much we wanna get to know your body in all the right ways.” Leon adds. 

– 

“Okay,” I say timidly as I watch Leon looking over at Luis before grabbing the back of his neck with a large, strong hand and pulling him in for a deep kiss. I stare, my gaze unwilling to move from the mashing of teeth and the sweet, wet noises from their kiss. Luis looks like he’s in heaven, and when they pull apart, Leon couldn’t be more proud. The following words come from me: rapid fire and shock me. “You are so fucking hot!” Luis chuckles, and licks his lips. “You know it, honey.” He mutters mostly to himself. 

The longer I look at them standing together, the hotter I get. The clothes wrapped tightly around my skin burn on my skin as I ache to pull them off and be bare infront of these handsome men. “Will one of you touch me so I can stop aching so much!” I whine. Luis drops to his knees almost immediately. “I’ll go first, baby, makin’ you cum real good.” Luis’s accent is somehow thicker now that he’s lower. Leon disappears from my whole world as Luis’s hands run. From my outer to inner thigh, Luis ran his large hands up and down in the most mind-blowing, teasing manner. His hands come up to my hips and grab at the meat of my hips, pulling me slightly forward. “Let’s just get these fucking jeans off you.” I nod along with him. His fingers are nimble as they undo each jean button and then tediously pull the zipper down. 

I pick up my hips and let him drag the rough and hot-inducing fabric down my legs until they’re flung over his shoulder and land in a pile on the floor. There you are, sitting half-naked in front of Luis. Your work partner, the guy that has both equally saved your ass as many as you have saved his. ���Aww, look at these panties. Naughty little thing.” He whispers as his hands come back to touch me. His hands are rough, just like Leon’s, but so fucking grounding that I don’t even notice that he’s right back to my covered pussy until he flicks the little black bow on my lace panties. He slides them down with grace as my ass comes into contact with the cold leather of the couch underneath me. 

“Spread your legs, baby,” Luis demands as he nudges my knees apart. I feel no embarrassment when Luis practically coos at the source of my aching. I think the couch dip, and when I look over, it’s Leon, boxers, and that’s it. His hair is pulled back and wet from a recent shower. “Hello, pretty girl.” I smile, and like whiplash, I’m back to Luis between my legs. Cold fingertips playing with my sensitive clit. Nudging it before blowing cold air onto my wet pussy. I moan on the spot and buck forward ever so slightly. “Look at our girl so sensitive,” Luis mutters, looking up at Leon. “I wonder if anything else is just as touchy?” Leon asks as if I’m not even there. I can feel that tingle that makes my nipples happen under my layers of clothes. I desperately want to pull off my shirt and lay there for them. “I think I’ll have to find out,” Leon says, looking back at me. “You okay with me taking off your shirt, birdie?” He asks. I inch up just enough to give him enough room to grab at the free edge of my shirt and rip it over my head. 

That piece of clothing tripped over his head and landed on the ground in a heap. My panties match my bra that covers my tits. Both of them groan at the sight. The blush creeps on my cheeks. Luis continues to tease at my clit, before passing two fingers over my slick aching hole. Collecting slick on his fingers. “Fuck she’s so wet, Leon!” he exclaims as he presses his fingers and shows them to Leon. “Such a dirty girl, fuck, we haven’t done shit to you yet,” Leon mutters as he rubs at the aching bludge in his boxers. I don’t care about anything anymore except getting his hands on me, getting both of their hands on me. Luis goes back to playing with my sensitive pussy, all while making it harder for me to unlatch my bra from behind. 

“Leon, if you don’t pull down your boxers right now and let me suck that cock of yours, I think I might just die,” I yell as I throw the bra off into the distance. He chuckles, “Anything for you, birdie.” He pulls his boxers down with ease, his cock hitting his lower belly. Red, angry, and aching to be in my mouth. The gasps that leave my mouth catch his attention, “What? Scared it won’t fit?” I looked up at him with an open mouth, “Don’t worry, Luis thought the same thing.” I reach out and grab my hand around it. Leon is girthy, my thumb and pointer finger parley touching. 

I use his pre-cum as lube at first, getting a feel for his cock in my hand. Heavy on my hand. The second I get his cock on my tongue, Luis’s mouth is on my pussy. Tonguing my wet hole. His bread scratching at my inner thighs caused me to moan around Leon’s cock. He groans at the feeling and leans to place a hand on the back of the couch’s edge. I’m not able to take all of his, so I bring another hand to the base of his cock, using it to jerk the rest of his cock as I suck on his cock like a lollipop. 

Luis attacks my pussy, sucking as his life depends on it. Nimlbing at my clit with the edge of his teeth. I clench around nothing and moan around Leon again. Causing him to jerk forward even further into my mouth. The stretch that his cock causes burns but isn’t unwelcomed. One finger presses into my hole, making me stop breathing for a second, and then Luis is pumping it in and out with ease. Lewd noises fill the room; Leon moans, the slick sound of my hole getting fucked, my gagging on Leon’s cock. It nearly burns my ears right off. 

But then the pace is set, and Leon is fucking my drooling mouth. The grip on his couch moves to the back of my head to keep me in palace. 

But my eyes never leave his, blue iris staring deep into my soul, coarse hairs tickly at my nose. The bumps and ridges of his cock are welcomed against my tongue, and just when I think, everything is feeling normal. Luis sticks another more extended finger in. He is stretching me out. I moan around Leon’s cock, bucking forward on Luis’s fingers. “Oh fuck Birdie, gonna make me’…” Leon’s thrust goes erratic, and his hands only grip my hair even harder—blunt fingernails leaving half-moon crescent shapes on my scalp. 

“OH- Fuck!” Leon screams out, his cum filling my throat and mouth as he rides his high out before releasing my head from his death grip. Luis is still eating my pussy like a starving man. Sucking at my clit, and giving me kitten licks. With one curl of his fingers and one hard suck on my clit I clench around his fingers and have no time to warn him that I’m going to cum. My eyes roll back, and my chest feels on fire. When I do come back, my thighs are wet, everything is fucking wet. The leather couch soaked under my ass. 

“Oh fuck, you squirted all over me, carnio. Did you know you could do that?” Luis asks as he looks up at me from between my thighs. Face soaked, beard wet. Still in a daze, I barely get a shake out. “Well, there’s always a first.” Luis chuckles, leaning back on his knees. I try to move, “What about you?” My voice is a little hoarse. “Oh, don’t worry, beauty, I came in my pants just from listenin’ to the two of you. I lean forward. The wet patch on Luis’s pants is visible; a prideful bubble grows in my chest. “Of course he did. He such a subby little boy.” Leon mutters, coming back with three glasses of much-needed water, which we all down in a matter of seconds. 

“But we aren’t done with you, Birdie, are we baby boy?” Leon asks, looking down at Luis as he sits next to me. Luis shakes his head. “Well, what are we waitin’ for? Get your asses up and get to showin’ your girl just how good you are at fucking me.” Brows rise, and a chase begins. 

Completed on: 10/30/23

Posted on: 11/08/23

Resi 4-

[thestayathomedragon]

WIP... what day is it?

Luis: *towers over him with glowing eyes, sharp bloody teeth, bloody clothes, bloody arms, bloody clawed hands, dripping blood, blood, blood, blood... Grins... bloodily*

Leon: 😍 ...You're perfect.

[seaslugdisco]

never have i been as undone by a fanfic than by that one that i read like 3 years ago and cannot find anymore

it was serennedy and an au where luis survived and a drabble so i clicked without really looking at the title i just looked at the summary and tags

it was just 100 words of leon being like "wow im so happy luis is alive and i wake up next to him every day <3" and so i scrolled up to look at the title

it was fucking called daydream. DAYDREAM. serennedy need to be blended. both of them. immediately. i can't do this anymore

[geddy-leesbian]

plugging this one bc it's been a while,,, teenage serrennedy,,,,,,,

[crazy-hanji]

Légende Folklorique

Le fait que les chouettes peuvent sentir une grossesse est un mythe issue de plusieurs folklore aucune preuve scientifique existe

MAIS la théorie qu'il soit inquiet pour le bébé car il sent même pas le foetus. ..mais étant un démon il peut sentir l'amas de cellule se former . Il peut se soucier du bébé.

Soit il pige que dalle à leurs cirque..

Ou comme beaucoup le pensent Stolas a été violenté physiquement par Stella par le passé et ça lui rappelle ça

tu fais une flèche partant de ses pupilles j'ai l'impression qu'il fixe plus millie que moxxie

Il se peut qu'il ne soit même pas au courant de ce " don " ou alors il en est parfaitement conscient et par respect il a gardé le silence .Car ce n'était pas à lui de faire cette annonce .Ou encore de les laisser découvrire par eux même.

Si la théorie qu'il sent les grossesses ses expression collerait tellement bien avec " oh merde est ce qu'il est encore en vie après ça?"

Car en vrai si c'est le fait que les deux se battent pour se chamailler .Je pense que la chouette est assez intelligente pour différencier des potentielles violence physique qu'il a vécu à des jeux de diablotin

après la biologie de diablotin doit être plus endurante que d'autre démon vu leurs raison de leurs création , donc raison d'être …Elle doit avoir plus de muscles aux niveau du ventre qui protége mieux son petit

Dernière explication plus terre à terre concernant la survie d'un bébé c'est un cartoon

The fact that owls can sense pregnancy is a myth from several folklores no scientific proof exists BUT the theory that he is worried about the baby because he does not even send the fetus. ..but being a demon, he can feel the cell cluster forming. He can make himself a baby. Either he does not understand who is going on at their circus.. Or as many think Stolas was physically abused by Stella in the past and it reminds him of that you make an arrow starting from his pupils I have the impression that he is staring more at Millie than Moxxie

He may not even be aware of this "gift" or he may be perfectly aware of it and out of respect he has kept silent. Because it was not up to him to make this announcement. Or to let them discover it for themselves.

If the theory that he senses pregnancies his expressions would fit so well with "oh shit is he still alive after that?"

Because in truth if it's the fact that the two are fighting to bicker. I think that the owl is intelligent enough to differentiate from the potential physical violence that he experienced in Imp games.

after the biology of the little devil must be more enduring than other demons given their reason for their creation, therefore reason for being... She must have more muscles at the level of the belly which better protects her little one

Last more down to earth explanation regarding the survival of a baby is a cartoon