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avidhorrormoviefan · 1 year ago

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wayne mccullough nsfw alphabet!!

i kinda got carried away and just kept adding stuff so haha yeah you’re welcome

alright before we start this off i just wanna say that wayne was so so very awkward during the beginning of your relationship but now he’s loosened up and so comfortable w you

alright here ya go

characters are 18+!!!

smut under cut

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

- he loovvvees taking care of you after sex. like he always has water on hand ready to give to you if you want it. he’ll get a cloth of you need it. he also just kisses all over your body telling you how much he loves you over and over

B - Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

- he likes his hands and arms. watching his fingers disappear inside of you over and over again mixed with the sounds that you and your pussy makes drives him up the fucking wall

- he sticks his thumb in your mouth

- when he starts to get tired and his head slumps down into your neck and you see his shoulder n back muscles………

- he loves your whole body, just the fact that he has it all to himself is wild to him

- but he does like your hips and thighs in particular though, like when he eats you out and he can just dig his hands into your skin???

- and also when he can see himself in your stomach phewwwww

- man he’ll just stare at it moving inside of you

- “fuck, is that me?” you look down to where he’s staring, seeing a bulge in your stomach from his dick.

- “yeah-yeah that’s you, wayne…” he does something impulsive and presses his hand flat against it and you moan out unexpectedly.

- “holy fuck…”

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum)

- when you go without a condom (wrap it b4 u tap it) he cums on your stomach or back for “easy cleanup” and totally not bc he loves backshots

- but when you’re sucking him off and he cums and some slips out of the corners of your mouth and down your jaw and throat and seeing that j gets him hard again

D - Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

- he wants to bend you over a desk or counter don’t ask me how i know

- or doggy??? he wants to see the arch in your back so fuckin bad

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

- he’s only been with you so he doesn’t really have any experience

- you’re his first everything

- it’s kind of self explanatory to him so he knows where everything goes

- he just doesn’t know what to do to add that extra layer of pleasure for you, so he has you touch yourself and puts his hand on top of yours to see what he can do to make you feel sooo good

- and fuck is he good at it

- “like that?” he says innocently as he moves his hands though your folds just right

- “fuck, fuck yeah like that…” you say lulling your head back onto the pillow behind you, moaning out as he does it over and over

F - Favorite position

- anything where he can see your face. he loves when you make faces for him

- he also loves when you make eye contact, it makes it more intimate

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

- he’s rather serious bc it’s such an intimate moment between you two

- buttttt, when you both get real into it yall go hard?? fuuuck he gets into itttt

- “yeah? you like that?”

- he can get goofy though like when he realizes what he’s doing he can laugh a bit maybe

- he can also make fun of your moans, mocking them when he’s more dominant

- “like it so much you’re fuckin droolin, yeah? fuckin whore…”

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

- he’s not that bad just a bush around the base

- and he doesn’t care about your hair at all, like honestly as long as you’re happy and comfortable so is he

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect.)

- oh is he romantic

- sometimes he sets things up w flowers n shit all cheesy but you both love it. it shows he really cares and its so fucking cute

- makes you cum every time is all i gotta say. that’s his main goal, just make you feel good

- there’s nowhere else to put this so i’ll put it here, he puts his hand in the back pocket of your jeans please help me why do i do this to myself

J - Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

- he was never really the type to jerk off a lot but he did enjoy the few times he was alone

- but now that he has you he doesn’t really have to

- but when you’re not with him for long enough he jerks off but it’s never as good as the real thing with you

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

- BLOOD KINK PAIN KINK KNIFE KINK MY GUY IS A MASOCHIST

- ok one by one

- blood kink: he loves seeing either one of you bleeding in bed, he loves the taste, the sound when you wince for him, you bet you’re covered in scars that only he can see. OH MY GOD sometimes he cuts his fingers or thumb n sticks them in your mouth, saliva mixed with either of your blood at this point dripping down the sides of your mouth and down his hand

- knife kink: I MEAN COME ON??

- pain kink: goes w the last two but come onnnn. you see how much he gets beaten up for fun you can’t tell me he doesn’t get off on it a bit

- PULL HIS HAIR TRUSTTTT

- praise + degradation, he wants to be called a good boy what can i say

- choking is a big one, when he’s fucking you missionary and his hand travels from beside your head and onto your throat, he’ll squeeze just enough to feel your pulse

- he can also feel every single sound coming from your throat when he chokes you and he loves it

L - Location (Favorite places to do things)

- fucking anywhere and i mean it. the bed, the floor, the couch, the shower, a bathtub, a car, a fucking alley. anywhere kinda private, he’ll take you wherever

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

- always in the mood, he’s a teenage boy, but when you’re in the mood? just pushes him further

- whenever he gets mad though, you’re in for quite the night ahead of you. fuckin pounding into you like nobody’s business and saying the most outrageous stuff in your ear especially after he gets beaten up bad

N - No (Turn offs, things they refuse to do)

- i mean he’s down to try anything once but maybe not pegging

O - Oral (Preference in receiving or giving, skill, etc)

- he loooovvveeeessss oral like omfg

- he’s so good at it lemme tell you

- he really doesn’t have a preference, whatever yall are in the mood to do he’ll do

- he fucks you w his tongue every fucking time

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

- depends on how he’s feeling but usually he’s somewhere in the middle

- he’s fast and rough when he’s mad or just feeling more in the fucking mood

- he’s slow when he wants to just be with you in the moment

- you love both sides of him

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

- he doesn’t mind a quickie here and there but he loves proper sex

- he loves the foreplay leading up to it and the closeness + aftercare, he’s very sentimental

- but a quickies always good for when you’re on the run and have time

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

- down to try anything once 🤷‍♀️

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

- he can go for a while sometimes three or four if he’s real pent up but usually just one or two

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

- nope not really but if you have one he’ll sheepishly ask you how it’s used and you’ll show him and it inevitably turns him on and says “fuck that, i can do it much better,” and fucks you much better

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

- he likes to tease you just to see how far you’ll let it go, like only circling ur clit and not going anywhere from there.

- sometimes he’ll go into the bathroom w you when he knows there’s nobody else is in there and he’ll kiss your neck and maybe play w your pussy over your clothes and get you all worked up then stop

- “fucking every time?”

- “yeah.”

- off topic but speaking of bathrooms, once when yall were in the bathroom together and someone knocked he yelled “fuckin occupied” while going down on you. hot as fuck.

V - Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make)

- he’s actually pretty loud

- he’s more of a moaning and grunting kind of guy but sometimes he’ll whimper when he’s trying to be quiet and it’s so nice bc you can hear how much he wants to be loud but doesn’t want to get caught :(

W - Wild card

- he calls you “ma” sometimes, both in and out of bed

- he doesn’t know where it came from but one day he was like “you want anything from the gas station, ma?” and you never questioned it and it stuck

- in bed he’s like “ma, please enough with the teasin”

- “needja bad, ma, please” all whiny n shit too

- shit like that AUHHHHH

- he’s a talker in bed

- “come on, one more f’me.. i know you can do it, baby”

- whenever you say his name in bed it gets him even more worked up

- “fuck wayne, please…” you don’t even know what your asking for at this point, his dick is so far in you and you’ve came already but he’s making you feel so good you just want more.

- and you KNOW his accent gets so much stronger like cmon

- oh and he follows you around like a fuckin dog, and wherever you need him for absolutely anything, he’s always in a 5 foot radius

X - X-Ray (What's hiding under the clothes)

- he’s a good 6-7 inches and does he use it well

- he’s well toned but not buff, he’s got abs and when he noticed you staring he flexes and you get all flustered and he loves it, smirking and laughing a bit when you turn away

- when you’re fucking, his stomach and arms flex and you can see every indent of his abs and biceps

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

- again he’s a teenage boy so his sex drive is pretty high

- he wants to be with you 24/7 and when he is he always has a hand on you never letting you go

- when you get in the mood you find him in the house and sit next to him, after a bit maybe move your leg on top of his, and this catches his attention from whatever he was doing. still not fully paying attention to you, you sigh and move to straddle his lap, fully taking his attention

- “what’s up” he laughs a bit

- “haven’t seen ya all day. missed ya” you say playing with his hair on the back of his neck

- “oh yeah?” he smirks, putting his hands on your hips, moving them up to your waist and down your thighs

- “yeah..” he slides his hands up to your waistband and hooks two fingers in them

- you tug on his hair, making his head jerk back and a grunt fall from his lips, smirk still plastered across his face.

- “you gonna do somethin about it?”

- and yall fuck right there on the couch

Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- he’s pretty good about not falling asleep right away, he wants to take care of you first before thinking about himself.

- you fall asleep in his arms after he gets you two cleaned up and he’s right there after you

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ty for reading!! this was so much fun to write omgg

i’m probably gonna make a fic out of some of these bc wayne is taking up my every thought help

also happy 2024!

#wayne mccullough smut #wayne mccullough #wayne #need him bad #please #like please #hes so bbg

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babygirlbenji · 4 months ago

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Daylight - Ben Chilwell

A/N: phewwwww this one's a big one!!!!! this is definitely going to be a series and i can't wait to get the next one written

Wordcount: 3.1k (she a big gorl)

If there was one thing in life that you could be certain of, it would be that you loved your routine. Doing shift work probably wasn’t what most people would associate with a routine, but your shifts were regular enough that you had your own little routine that you went through every week.

You woke up. You went to work. You worked out. You went home. You made dinner. You lounged in bed watching Below Deck or Selling Sunset or some other variation of trashy yet entertaining TV. You showered. You scrolled on TikTok (and sent a few funny videos to your friends). You went to bed. Repeat the next day.

You would insert a little day trip somewhere or a meet up with friends when applicable, but for the most part, you had your routine and you stuck with it.

All of that changed, however, when a certain footballer made his way into your life.

It was a Thursday. You remember it was a Thursday, because your favourite regular wasn’t in - she didn’t come in on Thursdays as she volunteered at a food bank every week. So you mooched around, made small talk with colleagues and made your little coffees, trying to improve your latte art. So far, you’d managed a heart, a flower, and some sort of questionable circular formation of foam that you swore looked like a dog if you looked at it the right way while squinting. Your colleague, Kendall, who was probably your closest friend at the coffee shop, was laughing when the aforementioned footballer strode his way into the coffee shop.

You noticed straightaway that he was new. Your coffee shop was small, boutique and tucked away in a corner of Cobham you really had to look for it. The majority of customers came from word of mouth, having been recommended a panini or muffin by a friend. It was no Starbucks or Costa, but all your colleagues swore that it was the best coffee in town (you couldn’t really tell, as you didn’t drink coffee). The second thing you noticed was that he was cute. Oh, god was he cute. He had a bit of scruff around his chin that made its way down a bit of his neck, rosy cheeks that suggested he’d been out for a run, and when he made eye contact with you, you saw the most piercing blue eyes you’d ever seen. You tried to ignore the way your heart thudded when you saw him.

‘Uh, hi,’ the young man started. ‘What’s the best thing on the menu here? A mate recommended this shop to me, said the paninis were the best he’s ever had.’ You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish, struggling for words. Kendall had mysteriously disappeared to the back room, leaving you on the till by yourself.

‘Um, probably the mozzarella and tomato panini. I have it most days on my break, so it’s probably lost a bit of the novelty for me. It’s good, though.’ He sauntered over to the display cabinet to have a look at the goods on offer. You tried not to stare at him, but you couldn’t help but feel like you recognised him from somewhere.

‘I will try one of those, please. Oh, and an Americano with hot milk, please.’ You nodded and rang his order up on the till. He tapped his card on the card reader, which beeped to signify that the payment had gone through.

Your eyes travelled down to his clothes, and you noticed a familiar logo. Now, you didn’t necessarily follow football, but most of the guys you worked with supported Chelsea Football Club (kind of a necessity, given the training grounds were just a mile or so away from the small town), and you’d seen the logo dozens of times on the water bottles or coffee flasks they brought in.

‘No worries, I’ll get those started for you.’ And so, your routine of getting the food started. The coffee machine whirred in the background, while the steam wand sputtered into life to heat up the milk.

‘It’s a nice place, how long have you worked here?’ The man’s question took you by surprise. You tried not to let it show as you answered.

‘About three years now. This job was initially to get me through uni, but I enjoy it and it’s easy, so I guess I just haven’t left.’ You put his panini into a takeaway box and passed him the cardboard coffee cup. ‘Oh, here’s a cup holder as it’s hot, don’t want you burning yourself.’ You nestled the coffee cup into the holder, before passing him a couple of napkins to take away with him.

‘Thanks. What did you study at uni?’

‘I studied English literature with communications, ideally wanted to go into journalism or something but the job market is awful right now. I barely make enough to live on my own but I like the independence. Are you local?’ If his question took you by surprise, yours to him definitely did. His eyebrows raised, before he seemed to check himself and recovered.

‘Oh, I grew up in Milton Keynes and worked up in Leicester for a bit. Moved down here a few years ago and love it.’ Your head nodded towards his jacket with the Chelsea logo.

‘Working for the football club, I take it?’ He smiled bashfully.

‘Actually I’m a player for the first team. Got a game this weekend, but I’m likely on the bench so I don’t need to take the diet too seriously.’ Your jaw dropped. You knew you’d seen him somewhere. ‘My name’s Ben, by the way, Ben Chilwell. What’s yours?’

‘Y/N. Great to meet you, Ben, be sure to come back soon, and good luck for the game.’ He paused in the middle of putting his backpack on, and looked you straight in the eye.

‘Oh believe me, Y/N, I’ll definitely be coming back.’ And with that, he smiled at you before strolling out of the coffee shop. You were momentarily frozen; did he mean coming back to have another coffee? Or to try another panini? What on earth just happened?

‘Girl, you have to tell me what just happened between you and that cute footballer.’ Kendall’s voice made you jump, as she reappeared from the back room.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ you responded, pretending to wipe the coffee machine steam wand. You didn’t want to believe it, but you secretly hoped that he meant he was coming back to see you.

‘It’s supposed to mean that the chemistry between you two was comparable to the chemistry between Glen Powell and Zoey Deutch in Set It Up. He didn’t take a single bite of his panini so he had no idea how good it was, and he ordered the most basic coffee on the menu. And, he didn’t take his eyes off you for more than a second while you were making the coffee. Furthermore, he made small talk with you. He is mega into you, trust me.’

‘I make small talk with baristas and waitresses all the time! I bet he was just being friendly.’ You and Kendall went back and forth a bit more, and then the lunch rush hit, so you couldn’t really talk again. As you closed up the shop and drove home, though, you couldn’t help but think… maybe Kendall was right?

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The next couple of weeks came and went. Ben came in every now and then, and the two of you made further small talk and got to know each other more and more. You’d taken the time the day you met him to stalk his Instagram profile. He was Chelsea’s vice-captain, loved dogs, family seemed important to him and he seemed to be incredibly valued by his teammates.

September turned to October. The leaves fell, the temperature dropped and the nights were rapidly drawing in. Pumpkin spice was back on the menu, which prompted a daily rush from the students in the area in the morning and mid-afternoon.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you always looked at the door when the bell dinged to notify you that someone had entered the shop. You’d finally admitted to yourself that in between you and Ben’s getting to know each other, you had developed a little bit of a crush on him. His coffee was more often than not ‘on the house’, and you took a bit more time than needed to prep and make his panini. He’d now gone through most of the options of the paninis, but he regularly returned to the mozzarella and tomato panini that you’d recommended - ‘it really is as good as you said’, he’d said on one occasion.

You opened up to each other about life, your stories, what brought him to Cobham, what countries you wanted to visit, his dream dog (‘I love Oscar, but I would love a Bernese mountain dog’), and all manner of other things. Kendall was sure that he liked you, but it had been nearly two months since he first came in, and he hadn’t made the move to ask you out or even ask for your number.

You stuck to your routine. Work, gym, dinner, shower, bed. It hadn’t wronged you once, and you were definitely starting to see the results of your gym sessions.

One morning, a particularly cold and windy November morning, you locked your car in the car park and walked briskly towards the coffee shop. Before you could reach it, however, a voice calling your name made you stop.

‘Y/N! Y/N!’ You turned around, and nearly crashed straight into…

‘Ben! Hi, how are you? How did the last game go?’ Ben looked - ugh - particularly gorgeous this morning. His hair had grown, he’d trimmed his stubble, his cheeks were as rosy as ever and his dimples were on full show as he smiled warmly at you.

‘I’m good, thanks, yeah the game was alright. We’re getting there.’ You nodded; you couldn’t say you watched games, but you’d watched a couple of highlight videos on YouTube and could potentially be persuaded to watch a game. Your personal favourite video was Chelsea’s Champions League win. Ben had clearly played magnificently, having stopped several goals from materialising. ‘How, um, how are you?’ You nodded and returned his smile.

‘I’m good, just on my way to open up.’ You were struck with a sudden idea. ‘If you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, you could wait for me to open and get the first coffee of the day?’ He smiled.

‘I don’t have anywhere to be today. Lead the way.’

The two of you started to make your way to the coffee shop, making friendly conversation on the way. He told you that he was being rested for the weekend, so he was training but wasn’t on the team for the weekend.

‘It’s frustrating, but I know I’m still not quite full fitness just yet,’ he’d admitted.

‘Full fitness? Why, what happened?’ You asked, curious. He ran a hand through his windswept hair.

‘I was tackled by a Juventus player back in November of 2021. It was a bad tackle, and it tore my ACL, and I’ve struggled with injuries since then. Hamstring, calf, knee… it’s been never ending. I try to tell myself that I’m still a good footballer, it’s just a shame that I’ve been plagued by injury, but still… I’m vice captain and I’ve had barely any minutes this season.’

You were quiet as he basically vented to you.

‘Oh Ben, I’m sorry to hear that. That sounds awful. How is your knee now?’ He sighed.

‘It’s okay. I get regular physio and scans, to keep track of progress. I’m just scared it will happen again, I guess. It’s a miracle I’ve come back to playing at all, a lot of players suffer so much damage they can never play again. It was scary for a while, I didn’t know whether I’d be playing again.’ You let him vent. You were never one of many words, but all your friends and colleagues said that you were one of the best listeners they knew, and this was something that Ben noticed straightaway. The way you just let him talk, even though you barely knew him, and showed genuine empathy and concern in his injury… it made him even more sure that he wanted to get to know you more, wanted to get to the bottom of who you were.

The two of you chatted more, and before long, you’d reached the coffee shop.

‘Take a seat, I’ll get things set up and bring you out a coffee. Did you want a panini?’ Your offer was simply too much for him to ignore, and he took a gentle hold of your arm as you made to walk away. ‘Why don’t you make two and have breakfast with me?’ Your breath hitched in your throat. Was he really asking what you thought he was asking?

You had to replay what he said to you a couple times in your head to assure yourself that you weren’t hallucinating. ‘Uh, yeah, sure that sounds great. I do need to get things done, like checks and things…’

‘I won’t keep you long, I promise. I just want to get to know you better.’ Despite the cold temperature (the heating hadn’t come on yet), your heart melted and your cheeks flushed. After making sure that everything in the shop was ready (in record time, you took heart in noticing), you prepared Ben’s usual panini and rang through a muffin for yourself. You had about an hour before the shop opened, and you were determined to make the most of it.

Ben sat down at a table close to the window, with you following shortly after.

‘I’ve been meaning to ask - how did you find this place? We’re hardly a major chain or on the main street.’ Ben took a sip of his coffee and smiled fondly.

‘Do you know Mason Mount?’ You shook your head, feeling slightly guilty for your football ignorance showing itself once again. ‘Well, he used to play for Chelsea, he’s up in Manchester now, but he used to come here regularly. Here’s a picture.’ He opened up Instagram and showed you a picture of Mason, and your jaw dropped immediately.

‘Oh! Him! He was always so lovely, he was here all the time. I had no idea he was a footballer! He never came across as one.’ You realised immediately what you’d said, and internally face-palmed, hoping that Ben hadn’t caught on. Unfortunately, he had.

‘And what’s that supposed to mean?’ His face was lit up with a bright smile as he teased you. You were sure that your cheeks were a vibrant red.

‘Well - I - um… that didn’t come out well at all… if it’s any consolation you didn’t come across as a footballer at all… it’s just… when I think of footballers I don’t necessarily think of lovely polite young men who always say please and thank you.’

Ben wiggled his eyebrows.

‘So I’m a lovely young man then?’ He teased further, gently knocking your foot with his. You both dissolved into giggles; you couldn’t help it. Ben was sweet, curious and just downright funny.

‘Yes, you are a very lovely young man.’ Your eyes met his, and you knew then and there that this was the man for you.

Although you’d had your routine in life, it had always felt dull. Grey. Cloudy. Being around Ben, it felt like the clouds had parted and you were seeing in colour for the first time. It was comparable to that first fine sunny day after a long winter. You and Ben chatted back and forth for the next hour, finding out things about each other; favourite songs (his was Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen), favourite artists (yours was Niall Horan), biggest fears (his: not being good enough for Chelsea, yours: bridges, which prompted a teasingly heated discussion which ended in you showing the videos of the Baltimore bridge collapsing and how it had given you nightmares).

The clock showed 9:55, which meant you had five minutes to open the coffee shop.

‘I should get my apron on and get this party started,’ you sighed, getting up from your chair. Ben jumped up to stand next to you.

‘Thank you for sitting with me, I had a lot of fun.’ He smiled that beautiful dimpled smile of his.

‘I did too.’ He took a big breath. ‘And I would love to take you out for dinner sometime.’ The world stopped turning for the briefest of moments, during which you made a mental note to send Kendall a message saying that she was right all along.

‘I would like that a lot, Ben.’ He fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you.

‘If I have your number I’ll message you the day and time. Dress nicely.’ God, this man was just a walking green flag - planning the date, funny, in touch with his emotions?

You added yourself to his phone as a new contact, before giving his phone back to him. As you did so, your fingers brushed slightly. Electricity coursed through you; it was almost like being given an electric shock, but this felt much more pleasant. In a wild instant, your body craved more physical contact with him. What did hugging him feel like? What did kissing him feel like? If just one small touch felt like this, what would more feel like? You were desperate to feel more, but you knew you had to wait.

‘I’ll see you soon, Ben.’ He swooped in and brushed the lightest of kisses on your cheek.

‘You too, Y/N.’ And with that, he was gone. You watched him walk down the road towards his car, which you presumed was parked in the multi-storey car park down the road. Your phone buzzed with a message:

From: Unknown number Hey it’s Ben, I’ll message you details of our date later today :) just need to plan it ;)

You screenshotted it and sent the photo to Kendall.

To: Kenny❤️ You were right all along…

From: Kenny❤️ WTF DETAILS NOW!!!!

You shut your phone off, grinning. For the time being, you were going to keep the details to yourself. Kendall would know in time, of course, but you had a coffee shop to open and a routine to keep to.

For now, at least. You had a funny feeling that your routine was going to change very soon, and instead of feeling scared, you opened up the shop feeling at peace with the changes that would be happening in your life.

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sissylittlefeather · 7 months ago

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Suspicious Minds: Part 3

A/N: Phewwwww alright, y'all. I finally was able to finish this!!! I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, so I hope you all love it too! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments. Seriously, we writers live for that. Your love was the only way I was able to break through that writers block!

Need to catch up? I know it's been awhile. Masterlist HERE.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED, kissing, cussing, gun violence, blood, espionage, and sex, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~4.4k

"Elvis!"

bang

******

You cringe and shudder as the bullet hits the wall right behind your head. Elvis rips the earpiece out of his ear and tosses it on the ground, stomping on it quickly. Before you even register what's happening, he does the same thing to yours.

"Elvis, what the fuck is going on?!" You ask shakily. He grabs you and pulls you to him, holding you tightly and trembling.

"I just either uncovered two traitors in our organization or betrayed my country."

"Why did you almost shoot me?!" He pulls back and cups your face in both of his hands.

"They told me you were working for the enemy. Tell me that's not true, honey."

"Of course it's not! I swear it, Elvis, I-"

"I trust you." He leans in and kisses you. "I lo-"

Just then the door busts open and multiple armed security guards enter the room, automatic weapons pointed in your direction. Elvis turns and pushes your body behind his. That's when West saunters in.

"Ah, Agent Presley, I knew you would be a problem for me."

"West. I should've known, you fucking rat-"

"I think that's plenty. Grab him, boys." The guards approach Elvis and he fights back, but they get him restrained and drag him away from you. "Her too."

You shake your head as the guards grab you and pull your hands behind your back with zip ties.

"Elvis!"

"It's okay, honey, I'll come for you as soon as I can. It's okay."

But it doesn't feel okay as you're dragged down a hallway to a room away from Elvis. They plop you in a chair and the two armed guards assigned to you circle like sharks.

You sit in the chair trying to assess the situation. Maybe you should just wait for Elvis to come to you. But you are probably significantly less guarded than he is. You can't just wait here. What if they kill him? No. That's too much to even think about.

You look between the guards and try to figure out what to do. As you do, tears begin to stream down your face. How did you get here?

"Shut up that crying." One of the guards yells at you.

"I can't! I don't belong here. I'm just a person. I'm not a spy." You continue to cry hysterically, increasing in both volume and intensity and an idea occurs to you.

"I said shut up!" The guard hits you across the face and you yelp in pain. You don't stop crying though. If anything, that makes it worse. You shudder and hiccup and cry with everything inside you. "I said-"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it! I'm so scared and I don't know what to do! I need my meds." The guards exchange a glance.

"Meds?"

"Yes! For my anxiety. I have them in my pocket. Please." You sob loudly again and the guards look at each other.

"No. Just shut up."

"I literally can't! Please! I won't do anything. I'm just a girl. What would I do?"

"No." He says it shakily. You can tell his resolve is faltering as you continue to sob openly.

"Please! Just cut me free and let me take my medicine. That's all I'll do. I promise." The guards seem to be trying to communicate silently. You whimper and cry and pray that they'll let you free. Finally, one of the guards walks to you and pulls out his knife. The other one shakes his head.

"If this'll shut her up then it'll be worth it." The guard leans down and slices open the zip ties at your wrists.

Before either of them can register what's happening, you rip the gun out of your shoulder holster under your vest and shoot the guard with the gun in the head.

"Oh God. Fuck." You try really hard to ignore what you just did. Your love for Elvis outweighs any other hesitation. You quickly point your gun at the other guard who has his hands raised, daring him to do or say anything.

"I'm going to leave here, and you're going to let me." The confidence in your voice shocks you. But still, you walk to the door and sneak out, leaving the guard standing there in shock.

Alarms blare as you search from room to room for Elvis. You have no idea what you'll do when you find him, but leaving without him is not an option. After a decent amount of time, you open a door and find him sitting in the middle of a room, hands zip tied behind him. Your heart stops when you see him. They've obviously been beating him. To what end, you're not sure, but his face is bloody and swollen and it breaks your heart. You immediately rush over to him, pulling the knife from your boot to cut him free.

"Baby, how did you-?"

"Shhh, Elvis, we need to get out of here." You get him completely cut free and he leans against you as you move towards the door. When you get there, he stops you and kisses you.

"You're incredible. I need to to tell you-"

"Elvis. We really have to go. They'll be here any second." He nods and lets you guide him out the door and up staircases. You manage to make it to the roof without running into anyone else. But once you get up there, you stand there with him wrapped around you, not sure what to do next.

"What's your plan, babe?"

"This was it. I don't know-" You're cut off by the sound of a chopper hovering close to the roof. Elvis pulls his gun out and points it at the helicopter, but the door swings open.

"Get in!" Its Nine. Part of you freezes. Whose side is she on? "All hell's broken loose. Get in the fucking helicopter!"

You decide you don't have a choice and half carry Elvis over to it and climb in. You slam the door and she takes off quickly.

"Well, that didn't go as planned, did it?"

"You could say that." Elvis yells over the sound of the chopper. You make the rest of the journey in silence, but she doesn't take you back to headquarters. Instead, she takes you somewhere else. It's not until you land that you realize you're at some kind of government location. She cuts the engine and the blades slow and you are finally able to speak.

"Where are we?" She looks at you, seemingly trying to decide how much she should tell you.

"Langley. My organization is shot. We need big guns." She leads you into the building and you're greeted by the deputy director of the CIA. Nine does all the talking as you hold Elvis up. He does his best to stand on his own, but you can tell he's in a good deal of pain.

Eventually, they separate you all to tell your pieces of the story. You sit with an agent and tell him everything, starting with the night you downloaded the information.

"And where is that flash drive?"

"We gave it to the Colonel." The agent curses openly.

"That traitorous bastard will be on the first plane to a country that doesn't extradite."

"I'm sorry."

"We'll get it back." You continue your conversation until he finally dismisses you. He takes you down to the cafeteria to eat something and then brings you back up to a waiting area of sorts. They appear to do the same with Elvis and he sits next to you about an hour after you sit down.

He immediately turns to you and wraps you in a hug, kissing your cheek.

"Honey, I'm so glad you're okay. I thought I'd lost you." He gently brushes his thumb across your face and looks into your eyes.

"I'm right here. We made it out."

"Yes, but you failed the mission." Nine appears, looking between the two of you cuddled together in the chairs. "You're obviously fired, Agent Presley."

"I know I should care, but right now, I really don't." He looks back to you, his hand on your face again.

"Good. That means you can work for me." The deputy director chimes in, interrupting your moment with Elvis.

"Work for you? Here?" You ask genuinely curious.

"Yes, here. The mission still needs to be completed. I'd like to have you both work here to make sure it gets done. Once that is complete, we will consider you for other projects in the future. Our concern is your skill, not your relationship status." Elvis looks to you as you nod and smile and then up at the deputy director.

"I think we can make that happen, boss." He stands up and shakes his hand, grimacing with the pain of getting on his feet.

"But not today. You two need some time to recover. We will resume the mission in 48 hours." Nine nods to the deputy director.

"We'll put them back in the safe house until then."

You both breathe a sigh of relief that you'll be alone again soon.

******

It's dark when you finally get back to the safe house. Elvis is really glad to see his Stutz is still there. He unlocks the door and you both drop your bags on the floor and wrap yourselves around each other, but he winces and pulls back.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize. Let's just get you cleaned up." You take him into the bathroom and manage to find a bowl and washcloth. He leans against the counter as you gently dab at his face to remove the dried blood. When you finish, he takes your hand and kisses your palm softly.

"Thank you, baby." He's dying to tell you what he's been trying to get out all day, but his exhaustion gets the better of him.

"Okay, let's get you into bed. You need rest." He nods and allows you to lead him into the bedroom.

You sit him on the edge of the bed and begin to undress him carefully. He grimaces as you move him to remove his jacket and shirt. The bruises on his ribs are starting to turn dark purple and it breaks your heart to see them. Your fingers are featherlight as you graze them over his skin.

"Oh, Elvis."

"It's not so bad."

"You don't have to play tough for me." He pulls you down into a kiss. Keeping his lips pressed to yours, he turns and lays back on the bed, bringing you down with him, his hand on the side of your face. He backs away from the kiss and his eyes flick between yours quickly. It's like he's trying to decide something. You stare into his eyes silently waiting and he finally opens his mouth.

"Baby, there's something I've been trying to tell you all day." Your heart flutters as he moves a piece of hair out of your face.

"Yeah?" He swallows hard. You can tell he's nervous too.

"And you don't have to say anything. I know it's quick, but I just can't wait anymore."

"Elvis-"

"I love you." It hangs in the air like something tangible, falling on you like soft rain drops. You close your eyes and let it wash over you. "Baby?"

Your eyes open and you lean in and kiss his cheek. You kiss above his eye where there's a deep cut. Then you kiss his other cheek, the end of his nose, his jawline, his forehead, and finally land at his lips. Then, you whisper.

"I love you too." He pulls you in to kiss you deeply and presses his forehead to yours.

"You do?"

"Of course I do." He smiles and kisses you again and then backs off quickly, grunting in pain. You kiss his neck and start to move down his chest, softly pressing your lips to the places where the bruises are forming. He whimpers as you leave a trail of kisses down his abdomen to the line of hair that leads down into his pants. You undo his belt and begin to strip him from the waist down.

"Honey, I want nothing more than to make love to you, but I can't really move-"

"Then don't. Be still and let me take care of you." His cock bounces free, standing at full attention, as you remove his pants and settle between his legs.

"Honey-OH!" He leans his head back and moans loudly as you take him in your mouth. You use one hand to push his foreskin back and then pull him deeply into your throat. "Goddamn, baby, that's good."

His hand goes to your hair and he grabs a handful as you bob up and down on his dick. You run your tongue up the bottom of his shaft and then lick a slow circle around the head. Then, you go back to bouncing up and down and pull him into your throat again. His hips buck and he moans and you know he won't last much longer if you keep this up. You pull off of him and stand up next to the bed, stripping off all of your clothes. He reaches up and touches your body, squeezing your breast gently, dragging his thumb across your nipple, and then moving down to your center where he rubs circles on your clit.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You have me body and soul, honey."

"I'm yours, Elvis." You whisper as you climb on top of him and straddle his hips. He groans as you sink down onto him, taking his whole cock inside you. You start to slowly grind against him, pushing him even deeper and he whimpers. "Does it hurt?"

"God, no, baby." You smile and lift your hips, sliding him back into you as you lower yourself. He grabs your hips and holds them, moving you up and down on himself sensually. "Mmm I'm not gonna last long."

"That's okay." He moves one hand back to your center and moves his thumb on your clit. "Me neither, if you do that."

You throw your head back as you ride him a little quicker and he continues to rub your sensitive bud. You moan softly and sweat as he groans and tenses under you.

"Cum with me baby. I'm so close."

"Yes, fuck. Me too!"

You both move a little faster, trying to push the other over the edge. Finally, your climax bursts inside you and you come so hard just as he grunts and bucks his hips up into you one last time, filling you with his release. You shudder and pulse around him as he trembles and groans. He pulls you down to his chest and holds you close as you both try to catch your breath.

"I love you, Elvis." He kisses the top of your head and sighs.

"I love you too, baby." He mumbles and you lay in silence for a few minutes before you realize his breathing has evened out. You look up at him and smile. He's asleep. For the first time in days, you feel completely relaxed and drift off to sleep in his arms.

******

For 48 glorious hours, you're in the safe house enjoying the bliss of being together uninterrupted. At the end of it, you dress again for the mission and he kisses your forehead with his arms wrapped around you.

"No matter what happens, remember that I love you. We can do this, baby." You nod and snuggle into his chest.

He drives the Blackhawk back to Langley and you both get out and walk in. You're led to the roof where there's a helicopter waiting for you. You find yourself again with a voice in your ear telling what to do and you start to have flashbacks to the last time you did this. Your anxiety hits the roof. Elvis can feel the change in your demeanor and he reaches over to take your hand and squeeze it gently. He gives you a smile and you breathe a little easier. Something about having him close by makes you feel like you can do anything.

Next thing you know, you're being dropped on the roof again. Security shows up a little quicker this time, but you make it inside. There are more armed guards and it's harder to make it to your destination. Elvis also has a harder time fighting hand to hand with all of his injuries. Still, you're doing okay and making it to your destination.

"One last corner, baby, then we're in the room." You nod and Elvis grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. He's smiling at you, distracted, when he walks around the corner.

bang

Everything is in slow motion as you watch in horror while Elvis's body hits the floor in front of you. Somehow, you think fast enough though to pull your gun before you turn the corner and shoot the guard. Turns out your aim is pretty good and he hits the floor too. You frantically kneel next to Elvis and watch as his fingers turn red where he holds the wound.

"Oh God."

"Angel! What is it? Is Agent Presley down?" Nine asks sternly in your earpiece.

"Yes!" You holler shakily in response.

"You have to continue. We will send someone to help."

"No! I'm not leaving him."

"Angel, you have to-" You rip the earpiece out and set it on the ground, turning your attention to Elvis where he lays on the floor in what is quickly becoming a pool of blood.

"You have to stop the bleeding." He growls, grabbing your hand.

"What? Elvis-" Your voice comes out a panic-stricken screech.

"You can do it. You need to cover the wound and then tie something around it to keep it in place."

"Keep it in place? I'll just hold it?" You strip off your vest and press it against the wound, holding it down as tightly as you can.

"You have to tie it in place so you can finish the mission."

"No! I'm not-"

"Listen to me. If you don't finish this, then it's all for nothing. Please. You have to do this. For me." His blue eyes plead with you and you know you can't tell him no. You rip your shirt off and tie the sleeves around him tightly to hold your vest in place on his bullet wound. Left in just your undershirt, you shiver a little, but you'd give every article of clothing to save him.

"I don't think I can do this."

"You can and you will, baby." He reaches up to touch your face, but his fingers are covered in blood. You grab his hand in yours and kiss the back of it. "I love you."

"I love you too. Please don't die." He smiles weakly.

"I'm not plannin' on it. Now go." You snatch the earpiece off the ground and stuff it back in your ear. Giving Elvis one last quick kiss, you stand and look up and down the hallway. You hear someone coming and pray that it's help and not another guard, but just in case it is, you quickly slide into the room and lock the door behind you.

Breathing deeply, you walk to the computer and start your part of the mission. Surprisingly, no one bothers you and you're able to download evidence of West's and the Colonel's treason with no issues. Then, you plant a virus given to you by the tech team at the CIA and watch as their system begins to crumble. That's when the alarms go off.

You sneak back out into the hallway, gun drawn, but there's no one there. Even Elvis is gone and there's nothing but a bloodstain where he was lying. You say another quick prayer that he's been rescued and not found by the wrong people. Miraculously, you make it back up to the roof without having to shoot anyone else. It seems like everyone is too busy dealing with the system crash to find you.

You run to the chopper as it lands on the roof and jump in, expecting to see Elvis there. But he's not. The helicopter is empty except for the pilot. You scream at him that you have to go back, that you're not leaving Elvis behind, but he ignores you, taking off as soon as the door is shut. He can't hear you over the sound of the blades, so he doesn't notice that you cry hysterically the whole way back to Langley.

Back in the building, you stomp and scream at anyone that will listen, begging them to tell you where he is. They shake their heads and tell you they don't know and you become more frantic by the second. Finally, you locate Nine and run to her.

"Where the fuck is he?!"

"Angel, calm down-"

"No. I want to know where he is! Did you leave him there?!" She purses her lips.

"Of course we didn't leave him! He's in surgery. It doesn't look good. If you'd stop screaming, I could take you to the hospital."

"Surgery? No." All of the adrenaline that was keeping you standing is sucked out of you when you realize he may not make it. You fall to the ground weeping quietly. "He's going to die and it's all my fault."

"I said he's in surgery. They're still working. Don't give up on him yet. Come on." She drags you up off the floor and half carries you to her car.

At the hospital, the doctor comes to you to explain what's happening, but all you hear is that he's in critical condition, has lost a lot of blood, and they're not sure they can get him back. You nervously pace the hospital waiting room, chewing your nails until they bleed. Nine watches you, in awe of your dedication to him. Several hours later, she tries to encourage you to take a break.

"Angel, why don't you go take a shower and change. Eat something." For the first time, you realize you're still in your undershirt, dirty and covered in Elvis's blood. You haven't eaten in almost 14 hours.

"I can't leave him."

"Then at least sit down." You nod and drop into the chair next to her, your exhaustion winning out. "You really love him, don't you?"

"I do. I can't lose him."

"I hope you don't." She pats your hand awkwardly. You can tell she's not one for conversations about feelings. But you are grateful that she hasn't left you alone. You're about to tell her as much when the doctor comes back. You immediately stand up and walk to him quickly.

"Doctor, what-"

"He's alive." Your heart skips and you breathe for the first time in hours. "It was touch and go and he has a long recovery ahead of him, but he is alive. I can take you to him."

"God, yes, thank you doctor." He leads you down a hallway to a room. It's dark with lots of beeping machines and you nearly lose it again when you see Elvis laying there on the bed. He seems almost childlike in his vulnerability and it makes you love him even more. You go to his side and sit down, gently taking his hand.

"He won't be awake for a while. You can go home-"

"No. I'll stay." The doctor shrugs.

"Alright, then. Let us know if you need anything." He leaves you alone and you lay your forehead on the bed. The exhaustion hits you and you're sound asleep in minutes.

You wake up to the sun peeking in through the curtains and a nurse there to check his vitals. You sit up quickly and look at him.

He smiles warmly.

"Hey, honey, you're awake."

"I'm awake? You're awake! Why didn't you wake me up?!" He reaches out and caresses your cheek gently.

"You were sleepin' so good, baby. I didn't want to bother ya."

"Elvis Presley, I could slap you right now."

"Please don't. I'm still in a lot of pain." You smile despite yourself and then start to giggle. He tries to laugh with you, but it hurts. Then, your giggles turn to sniffles as the tears start to slide down your cheeks. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him gently on the lips and then on the cheek. "Aw, honey, now why are you crying?"

He catches your tears with his thumbs and wipes them away.

"I thought I'd lost you." He pulls your face down to his and presses his forehead against yours.

"Baby, it's gonna take a lot more than that to get rid of me." You smile and close your eyes. "I love you."

He whispers and you whisper in return.

"I love you too."

******

One year later

You're in the kitchen staring at water and waiting for it to boil when you hear the front door open.

"And just what kind of time do you call this?" You holler to him. He saunters into the kitchen.

"Some of us have real jobs that require paperwork." He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder. "We don't all get to work in a cushy office at headquarters."

You turn to face him and he kisses you tenderly.

"Listen, it's not my fault you botched that job and had to fill out a report. The direction I gave you was good, you just weren't listening."

"I was a little distracted. I kept thinking about you naked on top of me last night." You gasp playfully.

"You naughty boy."

"You love me." He kisses you again.

"I do love you, Agent Presley." He smiles and you kiss the end of his nose.

"I love you too, Agent Presley." This time he kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You completely forget about the water you were waiting to boil as he lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom.

He was right about one thing on the night you met him. You never needed that pink vibrator again.

******

The End!

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screampied · 3 months ago

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ok but am i wrong 🥲

ALSO THAT BACK PICTURE OF TOJI 😫😫

lowkey thirsting but he’s so fineeeeee

why’d he kinda eat 😞 PHEWWWWW I NEED IT

#✰ミ݁ ׅ ࣪ asks.#mappa and these ass shots kill me #i bet his bones cracked while doing that

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tekkenenjoyerblue · 7 months ago

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Can barely contain my thoughts of excitement for M. Bison’s DLC I don’t normally do insane rambling so I’m gonna put this under the cut. Spoilers for Bison’s World Tour stuff below if you haven’t seen and want to experience that yourself!

Ohhhhh my god the absolute relief and joy I feel that they didn’t do away with M. Bison’s amnesia with his world tour. I think the way they went about that in general was pretty well done! I had my concerns about how they were going to handle his story but giving Bison a clear cut disinterest in Shadaloo beyond what it can do for him is GREAT. I think most important to me he is still Bison, just in a brand new package. Personality wise he’s still his violent, jerkish self with a new layer of hostility and disinterest in others due to his amnesia. I love that there’s a consensus in the game that no one views this version of Bison as “complete” even Bison himself making statements about it. And us as the viewer seeing how characters react to that. F.A.N.G is obviously not thrilled with the whole outcome, JP’s win quote paints him as intrigued about Bison not being “his whole self yet” it’s something every Shadaloo member seems to want to remedy and mitigate as fast as possible, but Bison…does not seem to care beyond the annoyance and curiosity of foggy flashing memories. He states even if a more perfect version of him came along he would simply crush them and take their power for his own. In his own words

His specific point of not really caring about reestablishing the organization (he really went “we’ll see about that”) is a huge relief to me. Because the fact he’s more interested in seeing things play out/not particularly bothered or threatened by the existence of the remnants of Shadaloo means that JP can still run his schemes without me having to worry about Capcom using Bison as an “in emergency break glass” Villain (I hope…)

The only reason Bison is hanging around the ruined lab is just a curiosity for the potential strength hidden in these residual memories, even claiming whether or not they actually do anything matters very little to him. He’s perfectly content with his vessel as is only seeking ways to complete it further if the opportunity presents itself. Biding his time and satiating his hunger for strong fights that fuel his psycho power and give him a chance to control it further.

What I wanted most from his DLC story after seeing the trailer was for him to remain disinterested in Shadaloo (we already have a whole cast of characters deeply embroiled in the sort of feud between Neo Shadaloo’s ranks and all the stuff with F.A.N.G and A.K.I), and for him to still have that personality I love so much even if his methods or motives changed, and I got both of these things so I really am a happy camper.

Other things I really liked about this include pretty much everything around Bison’s bond with his horse

- Bison only sparing us initially because his horse likes us (100/10 reasoning I am obsessed with this)

- then proceeding to tell us in another interaction that said horse is above us on the pecking order and that being useful is the only continued reason for his training of us

- the fact he nursed this dying horse back to health complete with psycho power infusion because he could see how determined it was to stay alive is just AAAAAA

Horse enthusiasts M. Bison is my favorite thing besides just his new looks in general and BOY do I think he looks good. I am chock full of ideas of my own and curious about any new things we may still learn! But needless to say the buzz of excitement is still heavy for me. And I didn’t even get into his arcade mode art phewwwww l’ll put those in a separate post. I also want to say that I love the potential that with Bison’s current disinterest it opens an opportunity to see versions of Vega and Balrog without their direct involvement with Shadaloo, something I would love to see.

Overall though I’m glad that amnesia or not Bison is still himself in the best ways possible and I have so many ideas for stuff especially revolving around my oc now. In the meantime just…just look at him <33

#ranting #street fighter #street fighter six #m. bison #i’m not far enough into worl tour to get to see him myself so i made do with videos #i did play his whole arcade mode immediately though so next post will be about that #not crazy well put together but thats ok #thats why its a rant 💀#i am a m. bison fanboy at the end of the day #and that means i am incredibly bias towards liking this #but genuinely loved his world tour and arcade mode sm #hobo bison is absolutely mint #amnesiac king does not give a fuuuck #sf6 spoilers #game spoilers

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thelovelybitten · 1 year ago

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more loonatics headcanons / shenanigans...

i've been on such a binge watch of lu that I just need to post abt it okay leave me alone

BUT I'VE NOTICED THINGS !!! (this is s2 ep4) !! you kind of get an insight of what they all like to do and things they enjoy with these bedroom stills.

ACE:

obviously: likes carrots, cute lil bunny.

HIS LIL DOORMAT DJSNGJSDNJK

i couldn't zoom in enough to see what's on his monitor but you know he likes to watch shows before bed. relatable content.

the fact he's got two side tables as well gives me eating in his bed vibes but also he'd be clean abt it. i also think he'd be a big comic book reader. not sure what, but he would be. I'll let y'all decide.

speaking on that, there's a shelf with books on the far right so yeah. i think he'd also read manga bc of his anime complex. he may also keep some sort of CDs ? maybe vinyls ???

i know this man keeps katanas and a dartboard in his room.

he's a snowboarder !!!! THAT'S SO COOL. he must be a god bc this man is AGILE.

he's got a skyline view PHEWWWWW rich ass mf

also. an aquarium on his right (our left) which is so fun I wonder what kinds of marine life they'd keep!!!

I'm also not sure what the compartment behind his head is for but I think its a closed-off bookshelf or space for his knick-knacks. i also see a fireplace too but idk how logical that is lol

LEXI:

NOW WHY SHE SLEEPING IN A HAMMOCK WHEN THE GIRLIE COULD HAVE A QUEEN SIZED BED ??? she's quirky like that ig. whatever makes her comfy. (I know she'd upgrade, I just know. just bc she can sleep anywhere doesn't mean she's always comfortable.)

a phone/pager by her bed is so real

THE WALLPAPER IS BEACHY IT'S SO CUTE

she's a SKIIER AND A SURFER. WHAT CAN'T SHE DO. (seasickness who)

cabinet obvi for storage, idk why she'd have anything important in there besides old childhood items it's so high up???

lower shelves are for books and things maybe. or video games.

AND DO YOU SEE THE AQUARIUM ??? THIS CONFIRMS THAT LEXI AND ACE HAVE NEIGHBOURING BEDROOMS AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND. there has to be some type of barrier/wall between the two tanks for privacy reasons but I'M DEAD GNFDGNDJKFNJDFNKHK MY BABIES

opposing skyline views so iconic... i know she takes mad insta pictures (or duck takes them) to get good sunset shots

i believe the items on the table are her laptop, a makeup bag andddd maybe a clutch purse? just a guess bc they're so tiny.

laptop makes sense. it'd be hard but she could still try to get an education on the side??? lots of work for a girl but she's a boss like that.

makeup for obvious reasons

clutch purse for nights out

SLAM:

THE WAY I'D BE SO SCARED FOR THAT WEIGHT TO DROP ON MY HEAD. SLAM IS A TROOPER WTF

I remember sumth abt that cylinder thingy on the left but I can't remember what it's for yet. will update when the ep comes.

MANS IS AN INTELLECTUAL !! those are all comic books (like ace, they bond) and language workbooks.

the poster of pizza is SO REAL OF HIM

there's a teeny tiny chute beside his door and I wonder what it's for. maybe it's a scanner? idk

light above his head is also...a choice.

i'd like to think that the things at the end of his bed are air purifiers and that slam has some sort of breathing issue when he goes to sleep. maybe he grinds his jaw or is a mouth breather;;;

computer for gaming tings and other endeavours

A WHOLE ASS TREADMILL YEAH BUDDY U STAY IN SHAPE.

i know this man doesn't have a WHOLE ASS DRUMSTICK IN HIS BED. but makes sense. he totally eats in bed BUT IS MESSY ABT IT. duck and lexi HATE IT IT'S NASTY HAHAH they ask him to switch his sheets and vacuum almost everyday

DUCK:

THIS MAN IS SO CONCEITED I CAN'T Y'ALL.

but like ace, he also has a tv by his bed I know he and lexi would watch romcoms together

K-DRAMAS???? SPECIFICALLY SINGLES INFERNO (only bc s3 just came out, it's on the brain) duck just boasts abt how he's better looking than all of the other males while lexi is very much about the relationships/drama

his little peek-a-boo window behind his head is so cute :"))))

I have no god damn clue what that thing is beside him on the left but I'm sure it's important

but he wears headphones to sleep !!! must need white noise or rain to sleep

control panel for his lights and other digitally controlled shit in his room

THIS MAN HAS SO MANY MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPER ARTICLES ABOUT HIMSELF AND THE LOONATICS (but only bc he is in them, thank yew) I also think he'd carry a lot of fashion magazines too. things that are in. the second a fad ends he's done w it

I'm assuming this is an arcade game setup, but i think he'd love Mario kart :) him and tech love to battle on this but move it to the main room bc duck thinks tech is cheating bc "the screen is two small".

i know this man would sleep with mf silk sheets and a fleece comforter he's a bougie bitch

computer for obvious reasons

REV:

i had to include all four shots bc he is a sleepwalker/runner LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS ;U;

it looks like he sleeps in a casket-like bed (hence, the lid is open top centre) I believe he only has this open when he's awake so idk who forgot to close it. it needs to be closed so that when rev does actually get up and sleepwalks, he's contained. the last thing the loonatics want to wake up to is the house completely trashed bc rev had a dream he was running from something. so casket bed it was.

that's also why. he doesn't sleep with sheets. if he trips and falls oh lord. therefore he wears super warm pjs in the winter to not freeze to death

he's got a ton of books, rightfully so, I think he and tech would share this bookcase because it would have different manuals, blueprints and miscellaneous mechanical guides. robot guides. that too. i also think rev would be that person who re-reads his childhood books over and over again and not get sick of them ever

there is also a treadmill in this room I just know it

a tv as well. idk where, but I hc it's there.

TECH:

thanks for giving me nothing to work with here

I kind looked forward into the ep and there's a smidge of the bedroom in a frame but idk what the other shit could be

but I know his room is very clean. it's SPOTLESS. everything is organized and well put together.

I'm going to ignore the fact he suckles his thumb bc this man is 24 years old BYE

there's a whole bunch of ai robots in there to do anything he wants.

he is also the other loonatic who has their own bathroom. he only got it bc he won the straw draw. well, ace won technically, but gave it to tech bc he was the oldest and would keep it in the best shape. duck still hasn't forgiven him for it.

he shares it with lexi since she's the only lady in the house :) ain't no way she shares with the boys.

the others share the other bathroom. one more gets installed later but the other four are SOL

tech also has a nice walk-in closet

he needs to take melatonin b4 bed bc this man is noctournal

has drones scattered on shelves, ones he's built and ones he's collected from professors and other inventors

AAAAND THAT'S IT. THANKS FOR COMING TO ANOTHER TED TALK LOL I'MMA GO FINISH S2 XOXO

#faves: lu #loonatics unleashed #viv speaks #looney tunes #loonatics headcanons #nah i popped off #i love my kids to BITS IDC.#i have so many more hcs AAAAAA #my brain is a wormhole of knowledge #i hate hyperfixating on things but i love them at the same time lol #anywayyyys i'll be back most likely haha #xoxoxo

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