Smash (I Love Your Art Kiwi)

Thanks for tagging me @lipglossanon :3

Last song? Promise by Laufey

Color? Pink!! 🌸💌

Last movie/tv show? That 70s Show

Currently watching? Some random video from Kubz Scouts (what does this question mean I'm stupid😭)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory? Sweet and savory all the way

Relationship Status? Taken!!

Current Obsession? Detroit Become Human

Last Thing I Googled? Picrew :3

No pressure tags: @rouge-poppy-flower and anyone else who'd love to join!

9 people I would like to get to know better

thank you to @bellaramslover for the tag!

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last song? - two headed mother by ethel cain

favourite colour? - dark green / sage green

last movie/tv show? - storm warning, 2007 (i do not recommend)

currently watching? - rewatching all the harry potter movies

sweet/spicy/savoury? - savoury (or sweet depends on my mood tbh)

relationship status? - long term relationship

current obsession? - hazel callahan/ruby cruz

last thing i googled? - (city i go to college in) weather

no pressure to the tags <3 :

@astroph1les @intotitties @seethesin @ieatstarsforaliving @mphountitled @heartshazel @ptolemaeacles @princesssmars @strawberryyivy

no pressure tags: @rouge-poppy-flower

And anyone who would like to join!!

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 😅

Link: Little Guy Maker

Starting tags (no pressure) + anyone else who’d like to participate: @waxxl0ver @ninakuli @12gaugefalls @my-sanity-is-long-gone @loveandmurders @small-sinclair @ligrivvirgilcelestial

He's so girl dad, I can't wait

CO-PARENTING 101!⠀FT. LEON S. KENNEDY

series description: following his split from his wife, Leon Kennedy finds himself struggling with the challenges of being a divorced father, co-parenting his little princess. this leads him to seek genuine advice, ultimately leading him to your doorstep, his ex-wife, for guidance.

genres: dad!leon au, afab!reader, exes ➜ lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut, general parent struggles (leon kennedy is one hell of a dad).

EPISODES!⠀

PILOT: how (NOT) to deal with your struggles

MORE EPISODES TO COME...

current watchers: comment on this post or dm me if you wanna be tagged in the upcoming episodes of this serie!

notes: i can’t believe i reached to 350 followers!! i love each and every one of you so dearly, thank you for joining me in my delusion. count this serie as a thank you gift!

© kennedyswhore 2023. banner made by me. please do not copy, repost or translate any of my work.

Someone help, give me a prompt so I can make a small drabble and get motivation for writing

specifically for Leon Kennedy. from RE2 to DI

*giggling and kicks my feet*

This is so good !! Leon is so sweet I can't 😭😭

Heart to-go

Pairing: RE2Barista!Leon x GN!Reader

Summary: You hate coffee. Of course with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

Warnings: COFFEE SHOP AU, SUPER FLUFF, blushing leon, tooth-rotting fanfic, reader DOES NOT like coffee (i could never), reader/leon are clueless and shy, sabrina and gabriel are names used in this fic, image taken from google

Author's Notes: hey, im back (sorta?kinda?). i had this fanfic saved for a while and since i haven't been able to produce new material, i decided to edit and post some of my old drafts. i plan on posting the other coffee shop au - nsfw version, but from now i hope you enjoy reading this one!

If someone told you before that you would visit a coffee shop and actually order the same cup of coffee every day, you would laugh at their faces. You don't like coffee, period. There is something about the smell or taste you just don't like it. Warm, cold, sweet, unsweet, with chocolate, you tried it all. It just isn't your thing, which made some people look at you as an E.T. sometimes, but hey, to each its own, right?

Your co-worker Sabrina is the one who invites you out to a popular coffee shop nearby your work. Before you even attempt to say no, Sabrina explains that yes, there were other drink options and some delicious pastries, like "some of the best brownies" she had eaten her entire life.

So you agree, with the promise you wouldn't regret it.

There is no line when you enter, around 5 pm. You pass this coffee shop often going to work, the smell strong in your nose if the door is open. You never entered, of course, but now inside, you must admit it looked cozy. A lot of natural light comes from the big windows in the front, illuminating the entire space. There are tables and chairs, at this time empty, compared to how full and hectic they could get in the morning.

As Sabrina orders her long order, your eyes wander the menu, written behind the counter on a giant blackboard. They had other options, as Sabrina explained before, such as handmade Italian sodas and some juices. When Sabrina is done, you turn your attention to the very attractive cashier. The kind you see on the cover of magazines, like a model or something. And cute. He has innocent blue eyes, a soft face, and blonde hair under the black cap. Your eyes glimpse at his name tag, "Leon," as he waits for your order.

"What do you want?"

And the words come out of your mouth before you can even think, something you would never have ordered in a million years.  

"A coffee?" 

You can feel Sabrina's neck twist, shocked. You ignore her, ignore how your voice went two higher tones than it should, focused on Leon, who continues smiling, patiently waiting for the rest.

"Sure, which one?"

"Coffee?" Your eyes roam around the many, many names and sizes as if you know what all those names mean, and you decide to risk it all. "How about your favorite order?"

Leon's eyes widen briefly before a faint red tone rises to his cheeks. He chuckles, surprised, before placing the order on the computer. 

"Right, okay then, my favorite order. Anything else?"

"Nothing, that will be it."

You pay your bill without looking up. Sabrina looks semi-concerned and amused when you are done ordering, a strange smile on her face.

"Are you okay?"

"I panicked," You whisper, hoping Leon can't hear the panic in your voice as you pull her to a table before she can start asking more questions.

You sit to wait for your order, and you notice Leon and another young blonde lady behind the counter. He seems to be blushing about something she says, and you wonder if that wasn't the most adorable thing you've ever seen.

"You are staring," Sabrina warns, her voice denoting humor. Why does it sound like Sabrina is having fun with your misery? You look out the window to the traffic slowing down since it is the end of the afternoon. When your order finally arrives, you turn excited, expecting to see Leon but being greeted by Ashley's happy face.

"Enjoy!" Ashley exclaims before leaving. You grab your small cup of warm coffee with a top layer of foam on it. It smells like cinnamon and vanilla. You really, really don't want to drink it.

"Careful now, Leon is watching," Sabrina teases, making you turn to look for Leon. He is indeed staring at you, his blue eyes filled with expectation. When he catches you looking, he turns his face away, a deep blush on his cheeks, too focused on cleaning something behind him.

"I can do this." You tell yourself, taking a sip from the cup. Yeap, still bad. Still bad as the first time you tried it. You drink another small sip because Leon could still be watching before placing the cup on the table. "I don't think I can do this." You confess in a whisper to Sabrina, who doesn't answer. She giggles, drinking her coffee as water. She saves you the dignity to not tease you anymore, at least.

Noticing she wouldn't be any help, you take small sips while listening to Sabrina's news. It was easier to drink while she talked so that you could ignore the sour taste in your mouth.

When your cup is finally empty, you sigh in relief. You have done it. You are NOT disappointing any cute blushy barista today. Leon appears at the side of the table, eyes filled with expectation.

"How was it?"

"It was so good. My friend over here loved it, right? Right?" Sabrina smiles happily in your direction. You want to strangle her, but you nod, smirking instead.

"Perfect, Leon. Thank you."

Leon's eyes lock on you, and you stare back, starstruck. No one should be allowed to be this charming. His smile lights up his entire face, making him look even more special. The type you could fall in love with if you aren't careful enough.

"I will get those for you, then," He cleans the table, then leaves, nodding in your direction. When he is out of a safe distance, Sabrina sings low.

"I think he likes you!"

"Shut up, Sabrina!"

-x-

After that, you start to visit the coffee. Daily. You get to meet the rest of the employees: Luis, a handsome man with a captivating smile who constantly flirts with you. You already know Ashley, a young college student who is always excited to see you. And well, there is Leon. It is odd how you click so fast with Luis and Ashley; you could joke with them as much as you wanted, but things worked a little differently when it came to Leon. He made you nervous.

He always welcomes you with a warm smile and treats you with respect. You tried to tease Leon once, but it died in your throat when you watched his expression. He just looked so innocent, you just didn't want him to dislike something you did or said. What if he misinterpreted?

You also continue ordering the same coffee. Your newfound trick to not throw it away? Take it to work and give it to Sabrina. You know you are wasting money, but Leon's smile is worth every cent, especially when you place the money on the counter for "Leon's order". Like one morning, two weeks after your first visit, you enter the shop, and it is Luis at the register.

"Hello, pretty thing. Same order?" Luis asks, winking. 

"You know me, Luis, I am loyal." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Luis sighs, pretending to be disappointed. Ashley waves in your direction when she sees you, asking. "Let me guess, another Leon's order to go?"

"You know, it is my dream. One of those days, you will enter those doors and ask 'Can I get Luis's order or maybe Ashley's?" Luis teases, "No, it must always be Leon's order. I have started to wonder why."

"I like his coffee," You whisper in your defense. Luis smiles, knowing exactly what you like. He points to Leon's back, too focused on a coffee maker. "Your boyfriend is waiting."

You show off your tongue, rolling your eyes and going toward Leon. He guides a cup of steaming milk into a to-go cup, almost as if he is drawing. You don't say anything, watching his concentrated face as he finishes. Every inch of his attention to whatever he is drawing. When Leon is done, he turns toward you, opening a smile.

"H-hey. Here it is."

He puts the to-go cup in front of you, uncovered. You find it weird but don't discuss it.

"Morning. Thank you. My favorite, as always." You grab a lid nearby, closing it. Leon seems disappointed but doesn't say anything. You quickly take a sip, holding back a scowl. "Perfect as always, Leon. Thank you. I don't even know where I would be without Leon's every morning... Leon's order, I mean!"

The frown is gone, and Leon smiles timidly, blushing. Of course, you must embarrass yourself in front of him, but honestly, you don't mind. Your mornings always got much better after seeing his smile. You leave the coffee, waving bye to Ashley and Luis. When you are gone, Ashley and Luis surround Leon, too curious.

"Did they see it this time?" Luis wonders.

"No."

"Such a nice person, but so clueless," Ashley sighs, holding her chin. "Maybe you should just try writing your phone number on the cup, it would be more direct."

"Or maybe they don't like me that much..." Leon declares, making his co-workers groan.

"Not this again, Leon."

-x-

Three weeks pass like that. You go in, say hi to Ashley and Luis, get your coffee with Leon, smile at each other, and leave for work. There is some teasing here and there from Ashley and Luis, you tease back, and that is it. You wonder if you should get a different order, but Sabrina seems happy enough with the coffee, you are happy enough to see Leon, so it works.

The next morning, you enter the café to find Ashley organizing a casket of brownies. After greeting each other, you grab one from the basket. So those were the limited edition brownies Sabrina always talked about.

"Hey, Ashley, are those the famous delicious brownies?"

"Yeah. Made by an extraordinary chef, but I can't reveal his identity. It is top secret."

"Can I get one? And also a Le-"

"Leon's order? Yes, yes, I know," She groans, sounding tired. Leon appears from the back office, opening his usual smile when he sees you. You like to think it is your special smile, but it is probably how he smiles at every single client.

"Hey."

"Morning, Leon."

He starts preparing your drink the way he always does. You wonder if Leon is bored or if he can even make it with his eyes closed. Maybe you should ask him if his favorite order has even changed next time? As you watch Leon work, you give a big bite to the brownie. It is delicious. The perfect balance between chocolate and sweetness. 

"Ashley, those are so freaking good!" You exclaim, bringing her attention back to you.

"Oh really? Our chef will love to hear that!" Ashley says with a suggestive tone, giving a quick side look to Leon. You finish the brownie in a few bites as Leon puts your cup on the counter, his cheeks painted red. Again your cup is uncovered. You grab the lid and close it. It has become a ritual by now. 

"Thanks again, Leon."

When you look up at him, Leon has a different expression in his eyes. He blushes, no more than he usually does, his hand raised. Before you can ask what is wrong, he places his hand over yours on the cup lid. His hand is warm, probably normal for someone working with hot drinks all the time. You don't say anything, waiting. Leon seems to be waiting as well, for you to say anything. Neither of you does, and the moment is broken when the door opens, a huge group of women coming in.

"Sorry, I don't know—" 

"Bye!" You rush out of those doors, not looking back.

Well, that was certainly odd, you think. Leon has never touched you before. It seems that he wanted to tell you something, but at the same time, he was waiting for you to say something? When you get to work ten minutes later, the cup still warm in your hands, you search for Sabrina, not finding her. Gabriel, your other co-worker, explains she is sick.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Nasty flu."

"Oh, okay. I will message her later then."

You look at the cup in your hands to her empty table before asking Gabriel.

"Hey, do you want some coffee?"

"Free? Don't mind if I do! What has on it?"

"I guess coffee, milk, cinnamon? I don't really know."

"You don't know?" Gabriel asks, grabbing the cup from you. "You don't know what is in your cup? Here, let me smell it, I have an excellent sense of smell." He opens the lid to smell it and exclaims, "Awn, this is cute."

"What?"

"The heart."

"What heart?"

Gabriel carefully gets the cup to show you a heart drawing on top. You want to hit yourself in the head; is that what Leon has been doing? That's why he held your hand this morning to show the heart? No, it couldn't be. When Gabriel starts taking the cup to his mouth, you pull the cup back, placing the lid.

"Sorry, Gabriel, gotta go! I will return with another one!"

You rush back to the store, holding the cup firmly. Maybe, just maybe, Leon has been drawing those for you only, and you always close the lid? Maybe this is what he was trying to tell you this morning. What if Leon draws a heart for everyone? Shouldn't you be paying for that? What if—? No, no time to think of that. Perhaps this is your chance. You enter the shop, gasping for air. Ashley is nowhere around, and Leon is dusting around the table. When he sees you, his brows furrow, but he doesn't hesitate to get close to you.

"Are you okay? Something wrong?" Leon sounds concerned, his eyes scanning you.

You try to speak, still catching your breath. You pull the lid, triumphant.

"What does this mean?" 

When you two look at the cup, the drawing is gone. There is just a mess of brown liquid, smelling like vanilla and cinnamon. You can't believe it. You turn to Leon, pointing at the cup and him, your mouth opening and closing.

"Have you been drawing hearts in my cup this whole time?"

"I have." He admits, blushing. 

"Thanks?" Jeez, you couldn't come with something better. Leon nods as if understanding before starting to turn away. "No, wait, please, I mean, I like them. A lot."

His face lights up, and you wonder how someone can look so adorable. It is so unfair for you poor heart.

"Tha-that's good, then. I was wondering when you would see them."

"Well, 'cause the lady who drinks my coffee doesn't open the cups!" You try to explain to him, biting your tongue. Leon waits, confused. "Yeah, I don't like coffee," You finally confess your secret somberly, like a sinner talking to a priest.

"So wait. You don't like coffee and keep ordering it? Why?"

Well, now it is your turn to feel your face burning. Realization passes through Leon's face, and he starts stuttering something before three older ladies walk in, going directly to the cashier. He grabs your cup, his heart thumping as he rushes to write something. When Leon gives you back, you see his number written in black ink.

"Ca-can we discuss this better later tonight? If you want to, of course," Leon asks. You nod. "Then you can tell me all about your hate for coffee."

"I would love to."

SOMETHING ABOUT LEON AND GUITAR

(I have a drawing of goth-ish Leon with a guitar but I can't find it...)

Nothing can stop me now, 'cause I don't care

Rating: E (minors don’t interact, I will bite you!)

Rockstar!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut (18+), PIV, doggy, safe sex, fingering, mirror sex, oral sex, cunnilingus, marking, biting, slight overstimulation, no use of y/n

WC: 2.9K

“You’re cute…” He twists a lock of your hair around his finger, “You were practically eye-fucking me out there, Angel…You don’t get to be shy now.” 

A one-shot in which the main five are a part of a rock band called S.T.A.R.S. (Wesker is the manager because I said so :relieved:) Lineup is Chris on drums, Jill on lead guitar, Rebecca on keyboard and backing vocals, Claire as lead vocals and Leon on bass and backing vocals

Special thanks to @lipglossanon for inspiring me to start writing on another fic which snowballed into this one.

Big fat thanks to @neondogs for guiding me through the jungle of smut writing 

Crossposted to my AO3 Here

My first ever proper fic! Hope you enjoy!

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When your best friend confessed that they managed to get tickets for S.T.A.R.S. for your birthday you went crazy. They’d been you and your friends' favourite musicians for two years and getting tickets for their shows was notoriously hard. 

In the days coming up to the concert, you made sure that everything was prepared and packed, this trip was your one shot to finally see them live, it just had to be perfect. Everything from getting to the hotel to checking in went well and you both quickly fell asleep from exhaustion. After waking from the alarm you set the following morning you made your way to the venue. You camped outside for hours, desperate to get to see them front row since you had general admission tickets. And that you did. 

While the opening act played neither you nor your friend could focus as you waited for their set to start. Your friend had their eyes on Chris, the drummer, but the one that caught your attention was the bassist, Leon Scott Kennedy… There wasn’t a single person in the band who was unattractive, but there was just something else about him with his messy blonde hair and icy blues. 

The second they step out on stage the crowd goes wild… You almost feel like you’re going to pass out from all the excitement, but the feeling quickly dies down as they start playing. Your eyes barely leave Leon, mesmerized by his large arms as he strums out the bass lines. His fingers are quick, agile, it makes you wonder if they’d be the same if he fucked you with them.

You bite your lip trying to shake the thought, but the image refuses to leave your head. The thought of his fingers curling into that spongy spot in you makes the gusset of your already skimpy panties fill up with slick. You try to focus on Claire’s singing, but your eyes cannot seem to drift away from the blonde bassist…

When you recognize the chords from Antiviral your heart sinks a little. The lights dim a little, making the room darker until red spotlights turn on. It was their signature set-ender, they always added a bit more theatrics into it for a more impactful end of their show. 

As they play you feel as if Leon is staring straight at you. You’re probably just imagining it, but it feels like he’s looking at you like you’re the only one in the crowd. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed that you paid attention and raised his left hand to his mouth, flicking his tongue in between his pointer and middle finger. Did he just?? Your heart feels as if it’s going to combust. The move doesn’t go unappreciated by their fans, the crowd going wild around you. Tired of his constant bullshit, Claire hits him in the back of his head which makes him stop, but it doesn’t knock the sly smirk off his face…

Your head is spinning slightly after they finish up and start making their way backstage. Your friend waves a hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. 

“Hello? Earth is calling…” When they notice your attention is on them they continue talking, gushing about how good their set was and how hot Chris was with all that drumming. All you can think about is Leon, it must’ve been meant for the girl beside you right? Not you… It couldn’t have been for you. 

The both of you start leaving along with the masses of people that attended the concert when you’re suddenly approached by a heavy-set man in a security vest. 

“Excuse me, I need you two to come with me, please.” His voice called out as he grabbed the shoulder of your friend holding them still. 

“Are we in trouble, sir?” You asked, tone nervous. He doesn’t answer, just moving the two of you out through the security exit. Your friend is handed off to another security guard and the two of you start freaking out, wondering what the fuck is going on. 

“What the fuck! Let me go!” You hear your friend yell from around the corner. Trying to get away from the security guard to help your friend is futile as he continues pulling you along until you stand in front of a white door with a certain name written on it. L. Kennedy.

“Got the girl.” His booming voice calls out as he pounds on the door until he’s confirmed to open it by the man inside. The guard pushes you inside, closing the door after himself. 

There he stands, right before your eyes, Leon Scott Kennedy in the flesh, flushed and sweaty from the intense performance that finished just a few minutes before. He beckons you closer, crooking his fingers toward himself. Your heart is in your throat, standing there dumbfounded as his actions sink in and you stumble over your feet as you try to make your way to him as quick as you can. 

“You’re cute…” He twists a lock of your hair around his finger, “You were practically eye-fucking me out there, Angel…You don’t get to be shy now.” His voice is gravelly from his previous singing, the tone sending a jolt of arousal straight to your clit. Did he just call you cute? 

“Cat’s got your tongue?” he questions, cocking his brow in a teasing manner. You frantically mumble out an apology for it. He grabs your chin, your lips squish lightly as he gently squeezes the fat of your cheeks making you quiet. 

“Don’t be sorry. Like I said… you’re cute. Besides, we both know you want this too.” You nod dumbly at him, wide-eyed and flushed. His eyes flick down to your lips for a moment, “What’s your name, Angel?” 

You nervously mumble it out, still not believing that this is happening. By the way he’s touching you and looking at you, it seems like he wants this just as much as you do. 

“Pretty…” It rolls off his tongue, whiskey-smooth as his string-calloused fingers find their way to your waist and slip beneath your cropped tee to pull you closer. “Can I kiss you?” It comes off softer, more earnest as if your answer is the deciding factor for what he might do to you. You nod desperately, not trusting your voice. 

Before you can blink his lips are on yours and you let out a slight noise of surprise before sinking into the kiss, your lips moving in sync. He backs you up against the make-up table which creaks as your body weight leans against it. His tongue licks against the seam of your lips and you let him into your mouth. You only break apart to pull your respective shirts over your heads before your mouths crash together again in a desperate kiss. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” You feel his fingers tease the hem of your skirt, running his hand along your thigh. Once his fingers reach your panties you let out a soft whine, desperate for any attention he can give to your soaking cunt. He lets out a deep groan against your lips once he feels how wet you are. 

“You planned for this, didn’t you, Angel? Wanted to be my own private little groupie?” He wasn’t entirely wrong… You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t been indescribably attracted to him ever since your friend introduced his band to you. Before you can answer his mouth is on your lips and his wet tongue is thrusting against yours as he peels the soaked panties off your legs.

“Fuck you’re wet, Baby. Your pussy is really cryin’ for me. She needs something to fill her up, huh?” His calloused fingers run through your folds, over your clit to tease your entrance. 

“Uh huh, please.” You beg as your hole clenches around nothing in anticipation. He slides two fingers into your sopping cunt making you gasp. His fingers feel just as you imagined as he skillfully thrusts them into you meeting your g-spot which pulls a high-pitched whine from your throat. 

“Fuck, Leon. Jus’ like that.” you mewl as the heel of his palm rubs against your throbbing clit. The feeling of his mouth kissing and sucking along your throat along with his other hand toying with your tits makes your nerves feel like they’re on fire, arousal burning hot in your veins. Just as you’re about to cum, clenching around his fingers he stills and pulls his fingers out of you making you protest. 

“Can’t let you have all the fun now, can I?” Leon murmurs against your skin. Desperate for any kind of touch you crash your lips against his again, your hands reaching for the studded belt holding up his thrashed jeans. He lets you unbuckle his belt but before you can pull his cock out he stops your hand.

You start to panic slightly at the action. “Wha-” He cuts you off asking if you’re on birth control to which you sheepishly shake your head. Leon rummages through his jacket on the other side of the room, leaving you naked at the makeup table as he searches for what you can assume is a condom. As he makes his way back to you, you notice how his eyes rake over your body.

“Turn around f’ me.” He growled and you do as he says, leaning on the table as your eyes meet in the mirror. Leon leans over your back to whisper in your ear, “I want you to watch yourself cumming on my cock, Angel. Can you do that for me?” His husky tone sends a shiver down your spine as you nod dumbly at him, drunk on arousal even before he’s fucked you. 

He pulls his cock out of his jeans, slips the condom on, and watches as your pussy clenches in anticipation. Running his hand over the column of your spine he spits on your fluttering hole before leaning over you again to kiss and nip at your shoulder, “I need you to relax for me.” 

You try to, but the way his kisses feel doesn’t help much. He lines himself up to your cunt before slowly sheathing himself inside your walls, the both of you moaning in unison. You’re thankful that he lets you adjust for a moment, you didn’t even need to see his dick to know that he was thick from the way that he’s stretching you. 

The pace he sets doesn’t surprise you, what starts as slow and deep experimental thrusts turn into a brutal pace that almost makes you drool. His hands run over your hips, fingers dimpling the soft pad of fat, gripping as he pounds into you. You’re sure it’s going to bruise, but it feels too good to even care. 

“God damn, you’re gripping me tight. You're going to make me bust early, baby.” He coos into your ear, the tone making you let out a broken moan. His mouth runs over your neck and shoulders hot, wet, needy as he kisses and sucks bruises into your skin to suppress his own sounds. “So cockdrunk that you can’t even answer me?” He teases, though his heavy breathing makes it clear that he’s very affected too as his hips keep pistoning into you. You nod back at him, lustful eyes meeting his in the smudgy mirror.

One of his hands slips through your folds, searching for your clit to rub it in tight circles. You feel yourself quickly building to an orgasm, eyes rolling back into the back of your skull as your moans grow more intense. “Please, Leon. I’m so close.” You whimper, pussy clenching down on him.

“I know.” he groans as his other hand leaves your hip to squeeze your chin. He angles his face beside yours, making sure you can see yourself come undone in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he whispers huskily “Such a good little groupie for me, aren’t you? I bet you’d let the others fuck you too, wouldn’t you? I’m sure Chris would love to take you too…” Leon's hips move faster, fingers pinching your clit roughly. 

The thought of being shared between Leon and Chris in addition to the fucking is too much for your lust-ridden brain to handle and it makes you cum, milking his cock as you let out a strangled moan. He bites down on your shoulder when your orgasm pushes him over the edge and you feel his cock kick inside you. 

You’re both quiet as he stills, the only sound in the room being your laboured breathing. He slips out his softening dick making you wince slightly before he tosses the condom and pulls his jeans up. You go to grab your clothes, but he stops you pulling you close to him by your waist. “I’m not done with you yet, Angel. I made you a promise earlier, didn’t I?”

You look at him with slight confusion, the lust haze making your brain a little slow… When he sloppily kisses his way down your chest and stomach, you get it. He kneels in front of you, pushing you against the table as sea-blue eyes look up at you through heavy lashes. The sight was a lot to take in and you feel slick start to coat your inner thighs.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He breathes against your mound, gripping your thighs to spread you open for him, “Can’t wait to taste her.” 

His tongue licks a broad stripe over your folds making you instinctively grab onto his hair. Leon moans at your touch, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. You can’t help but roll your hips into his mouth as he moves further down, teasing your entrance. He fucks you with his tongue, his nose bumping your clit while lapping up your juices, 

A thumb pulls the hood of your clit up before he attaches his mouth to it again, drawing a high-pitched whine from your throat. “Fuck, Leon. I’m gonna cum…” It only spurs him on further, sucking the nub harder. When he flicks the tip of his tongue over your throbbing clit you fall over the edge, cumming with a sob. Your thighs are shaking as they squeeze around his head, your hole clenching around nothing as he continues to overstimulate your cunt. 

He kisses your inner thigh, a much too intimate gesture for what this is, but neither of you says anything, too preoccupied with catching your breaths. His mouth and chin are covered in your juices, a sight you tried to brandish in your brain for further use. “That was-” You begin, not quite sure what you actually want to say. 

Leon seems to understand what you’re getting at though, responding with a quiet ‘yeah…’. You both dress yourselves completely in silence, one that weighed heavy on the fact that no matter how you both felt you’d most likely never see each other again. 

“Don’t forget your bag, Angel.” He breaks the silence, holding your handbag out for you to take. You swing it over your shoulder muttering ‘thank you’ before turning the knob of the door to leave. His hand keeps the door shut, caging you against it. “No goodbye kiss?” He leans closer to you, his eyes meeting yours

“‘Course, sorry.” You breathe against his lips as he nestles his nose next to yours. The kiss is softer, almost sweet, and goes on for far too long to be a simple goodbye. Something is lingering in the back of it, almost as if he’s conflicted. You’d lie if you said that the kiss wasn’t making you more flustered than the fact that you just let a stranger fuck you in his dressing room. He pulls away and opens the door for you, looking back he’s leaning on the doorframe watching as you take your leave. 

When you’re out of his line of sight you stuff your hand into the bag to pull out your phone to give your friend a call. While you do find your phone you’re also met with a piece of paper that you know for a fact wasn’t there before the show. You pull it out, noticing a phone number along with some text. ‘Call me sometime. - L’ 

You read the note over and over again, not believing that he actually gave you his number. The note is safely stuffed back into the bag as you make your way to the hotel, forgetting all about the phone call you were about to make. You’re met by an empty hotel room and pass out almost instantly once your head hits the bed.

When both you and your friend woke up the next day you immediately noticed the trail of hickeys failing to be hid by their shirt. It seemed like they probably ended up in the same situation as you, but with another member, one you assumed to be Chris. 

“Good night yesterday?” You asked with a sly smirk, watching as a slight colour appeared on their cheeks. 

“Mhm… I could ask you the same…” They chuckled, pointing out the hickeys littering your shoulder, hickeys that you hadn’t noticed. 

“Amazing actually.” You answered. Maybe you should really call him…

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-Any smutfic with anyone under 16 (Ill do that bullshit where you age them up)

-Rape (cnc is fine), Necrophilia, and Pedophilia (Age gaps are fine).

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I love you Lipgloss, thank you

Shoutout to 💭 anon for that casual re4r Leon look for stepbro Leon!!

Like ugghh, that bit of forearm that he shows off makes me go insane.

And he's very much a tease too, like 💭 anon said.

"Princess, why are you staring at me so much?" He asks when he literally knows why. He KNOWS what his arms do to us.

Flexing his arms doing casual things whenever he can because you're around and just wants to tease the living hell out of you.

And I remember reading this one fic where your grind on Leon's biceps and ughhhh I can't find it😔

But he'd definitely tell you "If you like my arms so much, why don't you just fuck them, hm?" or something along the lines like that.

And he doesn't fuck you stupid until you cum on his arms (which, let's be honest, probably not take that long).

"Aw, who knew I had such a slutty princess all to myself? So needy that she's willing to grind my arms."

"Bet you'd want your big brother to choke you with his biceps. Right, princess?"

Ughhh I'm so stuck on him calling me princess. No matter the situation. It's that mix of degradation and praise that makes me head spin like crazy 🤭

HAVE A GOOD DAY LIP GLOSS! *explodes*

Klee 😩 how you gonna drop this beautiful bombshell into my inbox 😫

And also if you ever find that fic about Leon’s biceps lemme know 👀

This was like, the sweetest somno fic ever??

kinktober day thirteen: somnophilia kink

>>> y'all i worked breeding into the plot again officer take me away!! i just love soft and domestic sho, and it also totally feels like something he'd love!!

>>> starring: shouto todoroki x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: fingering, oral (fem receiving) somno, breeding, reader hates working lmfao, creampie obviously, mating press. >>> wc: 2.6k >>> event masterlist

 shouto loves relaxing. he was sure this was something everyone enjoyed, until he met you. you seemed to stay occupied at all times, delving into hobby after hobby to keep yourself busy. being professional heroes was draining enough, he thought, so why were you indulging in running clubs and extra gym sessions? why did you spend more time learning new recipes and anxiously cleaning the house these days than lounging in bed with him watching tv like you used to? of course, his first assumption is that he has done something to push you away or upset you, as he’s prone to doing. he’s naturally aloof and a bit distant, all things he tries to push past to connect to you, the only person who makes him feel warmth were his coldness usually lies. you know how he is, how he can come off a bit frigid and almost mean without thinking about it, or how he struggles to read your body language and cues—always missing the hints you throw him. you’re used to it by now, far more accommodating than a grown man like him deserves, so he figures this time he needs to get to the bottom of this and make it up to you and prove he can be in tune with your emotions too. 

you had grown restless, but it wasn’t all your husband’s fault. you felt so out of place these days, feeling awkward in your own role in life. you enjoy being a hero some days, other days you can hardly motivate yourself to get out of bed. work had become monotonous and meaningless, the streets of japan were safer than they had been in years past, so most of your days were spent patrolling and training if they weren’t consumed in paper work. you felt stagnant, and things were only complicated further by your conflicting emotions. all your friends from school were retired to spend time with their families or in the process of retiring to go home and take care of their parents or kids—and then there was you. a family would be…perfect, but it was a touchy subject with shouto and you didn’t want to press the matter just because you needed a change in life. so yes, you started tinkering around with hobbies to try and get your mind off of things, knowing you had accepted the possibility of not having children when you agreed to be his misses todoroki. he hadn’t taken the possibility completely off  the table, but you knew he wanted to broach the subject whenever he was ready. so you started using the home gym a little more, picking up books your girlfriends recommended, even working on your cooking skills all in an effort to feel something other than bored.

you didn’t associate your issues with shouto, still acting as normal as possible in other regards other than your drifting away. you really didn’t think he’d notice given the lack of emotional fluency he had, hoping if you could replace the void growing within you that everything would go back to normal and you could be as happy as you were five or ten years ago. but he had noticed, of course. he missed his wife alongside him, but it wasn’t his fault that he had trauma associated with family and was unsure of himself as a father. it certainly wasn’t his fault that when you got married right out of high school you hadn’t cared—knowing that you love him either way. this is still true, of course, but back then you hadn’t imagined  you’d feel this way, this tired of the life you worked so hard for. so ready for the next chapter, especially as ochako welcomes baby midoriya number two and you’re left in charge of the elder brother at the hospital. 

the little boy was only about four or so, absolutely adorable and the image of his father. he was a giggly kid, clinging to his “auntie” with excitement to meet his baby brother or sister. ochako called as soon as she was sure she was in labor, and you dropped everything to go support your closest friend, not that you needed an excuse to leave work early anyway. shouto was still working, of course, as a top five hero he was often kept busy. but that left you to wrangle the toddler on your own. it was way easier than you expected, even with the energetic little boy bouncing all over the waiting room waiting for his dad to come get him. he still conversed with you and ate his lunch like a good boy—though that’s because his parents were so good at raising him, but what would you expect from them? 

all the day proved to you was that you weren’t just making up solutions to your problems, having a family really is what you want. but still, you love your husband more than this want, so you’ll double down on your hobbies until you find something that sticks. 

he reads your texts over and over, waiting on you to get back from the hospital. he had set up a date, truly romantic when he tries to be, and when bakugou answers his calls. following his advice, he had your favorite dinner made and the dining room table was intimately set. ochako had her second baby, and that threw a minor wrench in his plans even lthough he was overjoyed for them, and for you for being their dependable friend in that moment. he sits at the table, all the food keeping warm in the oven as the wax of the candles starts to wane. he had flowers, wine, all the things he knew to try and connect with you and get to the center of your sleepless nights. 

when you walk in, he stands, smiling sheepishly. you smile back, though it doesn’t reach the entirety of your eyes. then you notice he’s guarding the table, and you creep closer. “hey, honey.” 

“welcome home, sweetheart.” he nods, stepping aside to show you the lovely dinner scene just for you. your heart melts a little at his effort, knowing it was always a great show of his love to do something like this, much preferring cuddle sessions and shared showers over grand displays of affection. 

“aw, shou.” you pout, giving him a big hug, “this is so pretty, to what do i owe the pleasure?” you giggle like everything is normal. he hums in thought, slender arms holding your waist as he stews over what to say. 

“you’ve been distant as of late.” he says without a trace of malice or disappointment. his words catch you by surprise–he did notice. he lets you go, pulling out your chair and tilting his head for you to sit. “why?” 

you clear your throat and sit, any charade you wanted to drum up crumbling in your brain. you can’t lie to him, but how could you approach this without feeling like you’re betraying his trust and wishes. you sigh. “i… i’ve just been trying to find new hobbies.” 

“you’re hardly sleeping, and i feel like i never see you anymore.” he frowns, making his way to the oven to retrieve the dinner the chef made. “what is it really, sweetheart? do you feel as if you cannot talk to me? is it something i’ve done?”  

you chew the inside of your lip as he assembles food on your plate. “i don’t enjoy hero life anymore. i’m ready for the next chapter, to feel important for other reasons.” you reply, not wanting to make him at fault for your whirlwind feelings as of late. 

he takes in what you say, smart enough to connect some dots. the picture you sent him of you holding baby midoriya in your arms and big brother proudly sitting on your lap was the happiest you’ve looked in some time. “the next chapter…as in, motherhood?” 

you look up at him, studying his mismatched eyes for a hint of how he feels. you sigh, “i know, i know. i guess that’s why i’ve been a little withdrawn…i feel bad about it, i know what you want.” you chuckle sadly, sipping at the wine provided. “really, i’m trying to get over it, i guess. maybe we could get a dog?” 

now he was disappointed. not in your desires, but that you put his possible feelings above your actual ones without ever speaking to him about it. just like you, he had changed as well. he wasn’t the same unsure eighteen year old he was when you married him, and though he still held trauma from his childhood, he had long accepted the concept of being a father since you were by his side. he could do anything if he was with you. he cuts into the meal and gives you a sympathetic glance. 

“you should have told me. a family…i think i’m ready for that, if you’re saying you’re ready to stay home in that way.” he hums, knowing you wouldn’t put yourself in harm’s way after becoming a mother. you gape at him, replaying his words over in your head. 

“wh–i don’t want you to do it just for me.” you double down, blindsided by his revelation. had you really put yourself through all of this for nothing? 

“i would do anything for you.” he replies instantly, and he meant that with no restrictions. “but i had considered it again around the time izuku welcomed his first.” 

“meaning you were ready four years ago?!” you almost cry out just from the shock alone, and he chuckles softly. 

“not ready to have one then, but i knew i would want some eventually. now is a good time. we’re stable. you made me nervous.” he sips at his wine, eating his food nonchalantly. 

“i made you nervous? i–” you sputter, still grappling with the fact that shouto was more than willing to try for a baby. 

“i thought i messed up, you were drifting from me. i wish i had known all you wanted was a child.” he hums thoughtfully, a full plan coming together in his head to comfort both of you. “and you haven’t been getting enough sleep for weeks, so i’ll make sure you get both tonight.” 

you took that to mean that he’ll fuck you to sleep, another thing he’s prone to do at times. so you shower and meet him in bed, trying to repress your giddiness. you didn’t notice the devious smirk your husband gave you as you sink into his arms. he pulls the blankets over you both, leaning in to give you the routine kisses before bed, and then he turns over like he’s going to sleep. 

you look at the ceiling in the dark with confusion. did he forget or change his mind? 

“you have to go to sleep before i’ll give you that child, sweetheart.” he speaks into the night, making your heart pound with a mix of frustration and intrigue and warmth at how he cares for you, as worked up as you were for him now, you groan and turn over. your brain is quiet as it’s your heart that races for once, and eventually you’re able to drift to sleep. 

he waits a few hours to make sure you’re good and asleep, his whole plan would be ruined if he woke you up. shouto loves you more than anything, and he hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he was worried. you had to be well rested, especially if you hoped to give him a baby after all. so only when he hears your quiet snores and deep breathing does he scoot closer, gently positioning you on your back. you dressed in a little nightgown in anticipation of him anyhow, so it was easy for him to locate your waiting bundle of nerves. he rubs you carefully, drawing small circles over your hood as you squirm the slightest bit beside him. he slides his fingers down to the familiar hole beneath, nodding at the feeling of slick appearing, your sweet body was responding to him. he crawls between your legs and carefully pushes your nightgown up over your chest, completely bewitched at the sight of your nipples perking up and goosebumps covering your perfect body. 

he thinks it’s almost ridiculous to think he wouldn’t want children with you. you’ve been in his life since his ua days and no one knew him like you did. you were someone so clearly meant to be a mother, it would be a crime not to give you the family you deserve. he easily parts your thighs, massaging and kneading the thickness he finds there as he lowers his face to your slick cunt. he’s always so gentle, but no time more than now as he hopes to remedy all your problems in one fell swoop like a good husband should. he laps at your center, angular nose bumping against the sensitive clit nestled above until he can hear your breathing change. he didn’t think he’d like it this much, but knowing that your body responds to him even subconsciously has his dick growing in his pants. you taste just as good as usual, growing wetter against his face with every passing second. he slides his fingers in, needing to know when you came. you spasm around the digits as his mouth focuses your swollen clit, and he knows you won’t take much longer. he may need his time understanding emotions and the like, but he knew your body like he knew his own. a few more flicks of his tongue over your nub and pumps of his fingers tickling your insides has you unraveling, and even in your sleep you look majestic cumming on his face. 

he shoves himself out of his boxers, admiring the way you still jerk when he presses his his fingers to your sensitivity. he draws your thighs around his slender hips, angling his pretty cock to your folds. he nuzzles the length along your folds to coat himself despite the pre oozing from his pink tip, taking a second to enjoy that sight in and of itself. then he sheaths himself, careful not to hiss too loud. you feel amazing, clenching him so tight even in the r.e.m stages of sleep, it’s almost too much for him to process. this was the first attempt at a baby, a family he never imagined himself having until he married and matured with you. it’s intoxicating, really, the way he rocks his way into your waiting pussy, silky walls guiding him in and out without any resistance. he has to bite down on his lip not to grunt and moan at how you feel, promising himself that he’d stay quiet and fill you to the brim. he pushes your legs to your chest, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. you only pant softly as he draws in and out of you, figuring this deep angle would be the best for his seed. 

all you did was follow his orders, getting the rest he demanded in exchange for his cum, even though he really won in the end. getting you to sleep, getting to see your body recognize and beg for him, getting to shove his cock deep and impress himself on your womb was more than a fair trade. a soft grunt slips past his lips as his hips stutter. his balls feel unimaginably heavy and then they don’t, his heavy load being fucked even deeper by the determined man you married. even when his warmth pools around his own dick as it goes soft inside you, he doesn’t quit, rolling his hips until he’s too sensitive to continue. 

he’s the one that doesn’t get any sleep that night, watching you sleep with his seed tucked in you only inspired him to take breaks and keep pumping you full, resigning himself to rest hours later  when he can’t possibly cum anymore.

This is so sweet I'm crying

TRIGGER WARNING: Hawks x reader. Minors DNI. Trauma. Pedophilia/incest. Comfort/support for that. Do not add any harmful comments or tags. Subject matter is not for everyone, so please ONLY read if this will not trigger you, as I will be making no attempt to censor this or any explicitness.

"Is there something wrong with me," you ask.

Those words are the last to leave your lips. Putting your secrets to words feels as if you've allowed the fluid that filled the cavity of your chest to spill; that fluid being a sacrilegious amalgamation of sorts, an unholy blend of suicidal dread and utterly childlike rage.

Keigo catches them. He picks them up like he does your hands in the cradle of his palms. 

You could count the creases in those palms just as easily as you could Keigo's smile lines, or the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when you make him laugh from his belly. You could sketch Keigo's fingerprints from memory, you're positively sure.

"There's something wrong with what happened to you," Keigo answers. "But no. There's nothing wrong with you."

For once, you feel no obligation to correct him. His emphasis on happened is deliberate, and you allow it. After years of gentle coaxing, from the first time he nearly cried the word baby the first time you told him, you feel no need to compare what didn't happen to what did. You feel no desire to hide in shame of what could have been worse. You feel no obligation to inscribe a caveat into your own experience.

You feel no performance in your childhood death.

If anyone understands the intricacies and complexities that line a traumatic past, if there's anyone you can trust, it's him. His voice crackles with empathy like candlelight in the dim of your shared bedroom. 

Try as you might to find it, there is no pity in his words. They are neither rehearsed nor forced. 

Keigo's words are perfect, and they are for you.

"Is this okay," he further asks before he lifts your hand to his cheeks; and it cracks your shell down its center. You nod and you mean it.

Simple, unfamiliar words; finally, finally, finally uttered by someone who should be saying them to you. A person unrelated to you by blood, a man of the appropriate age promises to crawl inside your body and it's so innocent and sweet. His words taste of sugarcane and smell like the pinkest sakura petals, dancing as they fall like stars and landing with a comparable delicateness.

Keigo's words remind you of the morning he tried cooking you pancake stacks with whipped cream and strawberries. They remind you of how the edges of the batter crisped golden brown with char because he was too distracted by the way you laughed at his quips that came to his throat easily.

From your chest, a giggle— another word you can say now, with him. 

Giggle. Neighborhood. One day, when you and Keigo raise your own little ones and watch them tussle and toddle trying to carry the weight of their untainted wings, you're sure you will be able to say the word family again.

For now, his chaste kiss to your bruised yet healing knuckles is enough.