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THIS SONG WITH LEON RE2R BEING SO CUTIE PATOOTIE POOKIE BEAR 😩 I have a theory and it is that Leon looks good with any Lana song in any of its versions, he is too charming

OH MY GOD??? *eats him*

MY GOD my need to ride him is too much I want to ride him NOW did you see his nose and that fucking jaw??? you never get enough of leon ffffuuuuccck

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notes ✮⋆˙ my hubby :)

char. ✮⋆˙ leon kennedy x gn!reader

before you read ✮⋆˙ not proofread, nsfw - smut || wc 1.6k

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Aftercare - What they’re like after sex

he's pretty chill after sex; always making sure to clean you up and spoil you. especially if he went a bit rougher than usual on you

he always does the aftercare, even when he takes the bottom position. he just enjoys making sure you know how much he loves you and he feels like aftercare is a really good way

Body Part - Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners

on himself, it's his arms (and shoulders) bc of how obsessed with his arms you are. (don't deny it, i know you've stared at leon's biceps with goo goo ga ga eyes at some point.)

on you, it's probably your hands or your tummy (if it's toned w some 11-line abs he is down BAAADDD)

Cum - Anything to do with cum, basically

idk #eff0e6

idk anything ab cum ok

Dirty Secret - Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

he secretly wants to fuck you during a life or death situation, like he enjoys the idea of it cuz of the adrenaline rush and all he would get

ALSO, has a police officer/criminal fantasy from when he was a cop that ge wants to play out one day but he's too shy to say it

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

he definitely has some experience. he had a gf before re2 and he's probably had a few one night stands. he doesn't really remember the hook-ups considering they usually occurred while he was drunk

however, that was when he was younger and didn't really try out kinks or toys. so he isn't as experienced with kinks and stuff

Favorite Position - This goes without saying

he's a bit basic. his number one favorites (bc he cannot choose one) is like missionary and anvil. and then cowgirl (and reverse), doggy style, lotus, etc etc

he's honestly down to try whatever as long as doesn't look more stupid than he already looks

Goofy - Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.

re2r leon is def a little awkward and unserious during sex

any peepaw leon (not vendetta or the other movie where he's a fucking emo) will be a little humorous

emo peepaw leon is not humorous at all bro probably wouldnt even care he's just like 😒 the whole time

Hair - How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

yes, the carpet does match. it's dark like his hair color.

when he's younger, he really doesn't take care of it, like he'll let it grow wild but he does trim it like once in a blue moon. he does however, clean his dick so dw ladies and gentlemen. ofc as he gets older he does keep it trimmed.

he's hairy but in a fun sexy way

obviously has a sexy happy trail :3

Intimacy - How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

this man does not fuck, this man makes love (ʃƪ˘⌣˘)

it's so obvious that during sex how loves you so much. like he will whisper in your ear "i love you so much"

he goes all out for special events; pedals, candles, brand new silk sheets, yk

Jack off - Masturbation Headcanon

his mind is trained and he is trained to not jerk off on missions

he still does sometimes

it's why he has a photograph of you and him during sex safely tucked away in his pocket during missions

he seldom jerks off during missions though and he doesn't see a reason to jerk off when he is home bc he has you :3

Kink - One or more of their kinks

praise kink: this man would praise tf out of you. literally could be absolutely destroying your guts and still being like "sucha good girl n all for me.. so pretty... all mine" like ommmgggg

degrading kink: he doesn't really degrade you harshly, buuuut he will sometimes degrade you. "aw my pretty lil whore can't handle this cock?" "ur so pathetic on ur knees like this f'me" (wow this dialogue is pretty hot) he love love loves when you degrade him though call him a slut and whore and say he's all yours to use

denial/edging: he really enjoys edging you especially when you're being a brat he'll say shit like "awh i know baby but brats don't get to cum" while edgin you. but he lets u edge him too what a good man :3

sensory deprivation: when he's subbin he likes when you blindfold him, makes him feel more sensitive and tense since he doesnt know wtf u about to do to him. he also likes to blindfold you when you're being the bottom, but he doesn't do it very often since he loves looking into your eyes

bondage: omfg this man has those pink fluffy handcuffs and will use them to cuff you up to the headboard of the bed. he also uses the ropes. he lets you tie him up and use him obviously :3

Location - Favorite places to do the do

he prefers to keep it inside of the house. his favorite spot is the bedroom, but he will fuck you in the kitchen, on the sofa, the shower or bath, maybe even in the pool if you have one

Motivation - What turns them on, gets them going

when he finds you cleaning or cooking, he gets turned on by the domesticity of it.

when you exercise in the living room, like you have a youtube workout on the tv and you're doing it while wearing some tight leggings/pants or nike pros or other exercise shorts (heavy on nike pros)

when you send him lewd photos while he's at missions or meetings

most of all, it's just you. he just needs to hear your voice or see your cute smile at the right time ˊᗜˋ

No - Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

leon would not be into bdsm or anything that can cause your harm. leon is not going to spank you with a mf paddle with rusty 6 inch nails and whip your back with a rope like no tf?? furthest he's going is tying your hands up or letting you tie his hands up

hesitant to spank you or pull your hair and draw the line at slapping you

will not do any hard kinks like rape kinks, blood kinks, etc.

also no piss or scat or vomit tf

Oral - preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

he's a giver. he would literally spend hours between your thighs if he had the choice. he gets pleasure from you

he does love receiving of course. he does that hot thing where he runs his hand through your hair and he will throw his head back breathin heavily his pretty eyes closed n all. soso pretty :3

Pace - Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.

he's both. some nights he is slow and sensual; especially on nights after he returns from missions

when he's going slow and sensual, it's very passionate since he does positions where he is face to face with you and closer to you when he goes slower (∩˃o˂∩)♡

he typically does faster paces and goes rougher

Quickie - Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

often occurrence, mainly because his schedule is usually very packed so he takes any chance he can to have sex. but he doesn't necessarily love them. he prefers taking his time with you

Risk - Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.

he will experiment after researching. he doesn't want to go into something blindly because hard kinks are sometimes very extreme and he just isn't comfortable doing anything that could harm you

i don't think he'd take risks, as i said for letter d, he has a fantasy of fucking you during a life or death situation. one fantasy he knows he would NEVER actually partake in because he doesn't want to take risks.

he also has a very important position. he works directly for the government; so is reputation is very important

Stamina - How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

re2r leon would last like 1-2 rounds max, maybe 3 on a good night. he hasn't been through years of training or fighting zombies at all. so yea

however after his training, this mf can last soooo many rounds. he always lasts longer than you

Toys - Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

he owns a variety of toys. mostly uses vibrators (owns a wand and a bullet) and a dildo on you. but he has a pair of handcuffs, blindfold and ropes obviously, as well as other items.

actually a little bonus: he will happily go into sex toy shops with you and buy you whatever toys you want if you are too shy to go in alone

Unfair - How much they like to tease

he loves to tease you, but sometimes he is just so impatient and he'll skip the teasing

teasing from him feels like HOURRRRSSS of torture cuz he takes his timeeee

Volume - How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

very vocal, he whimpers and moans and grunts and GROWLS this mf GROWLS (re2r leon??) lots of dirty talk

re2r leon is so awkward during sex. the dirty talk is just very awkward

Wild Card - A random headcanon for the character

he is shy about voicing what he wants in bed. like he's used to not being in control over things so he is really hesitant b ut slowly he will voice his wants more easier

i feel like he would also prefer the top position in bed, because of this whole control thing

X-ray - Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

#b7a38a tip is #b8t57e i guess

he's packing

he's a grower

he's prolly cut

Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

his sex drive is sorta dependent on your own: if you're horny, he's horny. he's trained himself to be this way so he doesn't get hard during missions cuz it gets annoying

but if he does he always has a picture of you soookjkhdsvsakma

however for re2r leon, i feel like his would be higher considering he's 21 and well a man in his early 20s, just put two and two together

Zzz - How quickly they fall asleep afterwards

he falls asleep soon after you fall asleep. so if you fall asleep fast, he falls asleep fast. if you fall asleep after a long time, he does too. however if he is very tired he will fall asleep as soon as you are all taken care of because aftercare and making sure you feel comfortable post-sex is always his first priority :)

reblogs and replies always appreciated x

what sight to wake up to. :3

slobbers his gobbers til he knobbers on my

Huhuhu I love this sooo much

torturous fingers

Summary: It's an off day. Off fucking day, and Leon decides to use this day to edge the hell out of you. You hate it and love it at the same time. He'll always turn you into nothing but a whining and demanding mess whenever he does this, and you just find it so awfully embarrassing. Leon doesn't though. The asshole loves it.

(Leon edges you.)

afab!reader — death island leon

"Leon, you fucking—"

Your words are cut off when you feel your lover's slender fingers on the soft folds of flesh between your thighs once more, his fingers circling your bundle of nerves skillfully. Your nose scrunches up and eyes close, as a whine escapes your throat, a whine of both pleasure and dissatisfaction, because it feels so damn good but you know what's going to happen, again and again.

You buck your hips up to Leon's hand, and it certainly does help in getting more friction between his fingers and your clit. You swear you hear a chuckle from him at your action, and you feel him resting his other hand on your thigh, simply resting it there, and it helps to remind you of his presence, and the comfort that it brings as the pleasure was just starting to get overwhelming for you.

It's an off day. Off fucking day, and Leon decides to use this day to edge the hell out of you. You hate it and love it at the same time. He'll always turn you into nothing but a whining and demanding mess whenever he does this, and you just find it so awfully embarrassing. Leon doesn't though. The asshole loves it.

You start to pant, and all you can hear are the wet sounds from between your thighs and your own heavy, stuttered breathing. Your thighs are threatening to close, but the pleasure makes you keep them open wide, as if it'll help you to get to your release faster.

Then, you feel it. The familiar build up. A naive part of you think that, maybe, Leon is thinking how you look so pathetic right now and would finally, finally grant you this.

Your voice turns high-pitched when you get closer to your orgasm that you desire so much. Your hands grip the sheets and your back arch and—

"Not yet."

No! You want to cry out, but you can't find it in you, not when your orgasm is being denied once more, when you were so, so damn close.

You can only let out a whine, sounding like you're crying but no, at least not yet. You simply throw your head back and your face turns into a dissatisfied frown.

You manage to speak up, "I hate you..."

"Of course you do, baby," is all Leon says in return, and that just annoys you further, irritates you even.

"I do!" you exclaim, finally opening your eyes and looking up at him sitting beside your lying form on the bed.

And God, he looks beautiful. Handsome. Attractive fucking tease.

He has that smirk on his face that tells you what he's feeling about the situation. He finds this so amusing, so entertaining and you're just close to snapping and crying. And he definitely knows that.

"Come on," Leon then murmurs, his fingers finding their way to your clit once more, this time rubbing it up and down. His ministration is slower this time, really taking his time, and he adds, "This will feel so good for you later."

Oh, it feels so good. Your arousal is leaking so much that you can even feel it trailing down to your other hole, and your wetness probably hit the bed too. You don't care about that right now though, that's something to feel embarrassed about later.

Right now, you feel like sulking but you still want it more. Your pride is clashing with your desires, and you don't know what to pick. You're definitely not in the best state of mind, no, you're fucking horny and it's clouding your mind.

"You're just gonna..." you whine, voice wavering. "You're just gonna do it again..."

Leon snorts. "Of course."

Ugh! You're so mad! So angry at him! And so, so damn desperate.

Sulking, you turn your body to the side and press your thighs together, giving him your back. You press your face into the mattress and whine. You feel pathetic, and you probably look pathetic.

"Hey, hey now," Leon says softly, and you feel the mattress shifting, indicating he's moving closer to you. "Are you crying yet?"

"I'm not!" you whine, burying your face deeper into the mattress. You don't know how to speak your words without whining now. 

"You can't be sulking," Leon says and you hate that you can hear the amusement in his tone. You feel his hand on the side of your thigh, and then it slides towards your inner thigh, soon lifting it up. "That won't work, not right now. Even though you're looking real cute."

Your heart skips a beat, and you have to remind yourself that you're sulking. You think your heart just start to beat faster at how you feel the dip in the bed behind you, and how he's moving to lie behind you, his chest against your back and your thigh being rested on his knee so it stays open.

"I promise, I'll spoil you so, so good," Leon persuades you, murmuring in your ear as his hand squeezes your hip playfully. "You wanna be spoiled, don't you?"

"You're a liar," you remark, your voice slightly muffled by the sheets.

He laughs at that—a beautiful sound. "Not always."

He then leans his head down, wanting to take a look at your face. His hand has moved down from your hip to your inner thigh, just caressing the area.

"Kiss me while I play with your pretty pussy, won't you?"

He's saying it so nicely that you can't help but to lift your head, vulnerable to what he wants, always giving in. You let out a soft whine, leaning your face up to kiss his lips, needy.

"There we go," he whispers against your mouth, as his fingers come into contact with your pussy once more. He's so, so good to you.

His fingers are circling your clit again, that ever so familiar motion that you love so much. You lean your back more against his chest, eager to consume more of his kiss, pouring your love into the kiss alone, despite your earlier annoyance at him, and perhaps the tiny bit annoyance that is still present as well.

"You wanna cum?" he murmurs against your mouth, and your breath hitches in excitement.

Finally. "Yeah... I do, I do."

"Yeah?" Leon whispers, his fingers speeding up their motion. You spread your thighs more, hips thrusting slightly to enhance the sensation of his fingers. You're close, you're so close!

"Go ahead, baby," he urges softly, his breath hitching, growing even more excited himself. You're not even kissing anymore, lips just few centimetres away from each other, his mouth consuming your sounds. "Fucking cum."

You moan, your hand gripping the sheet and the other gripping the pillow above your head, and your body twitching occasionally, too sensitive from the amount of times Leon has edged you. Your eyes are not even open, while your lips are parted, panting softly as you're growing closer to your peak.

His fingers are so good. God. They're playing with your clit so fast and it just elicits more and more noises out of you, noises you didn't even know you could make.

"Cumming... cum—!"

Leon abruptly pulls his hand away from between your thighs, almost as if he had to force himself to pull his hand away. You hear his ragged breathing behind you, accompanied with the sound of your loud whine, one of annoyance and genuine disappointment.

He's such a goddamn liar, and you feel your tears start to prick your eyes.

You're just about to turn to face him, to whine, yell at him, curse him, but he's doing that for you first, his hand on your shoulder and pulling you so you're lying flat on your back.

You could hear his brief and quiet growl before he positions himself above you, his palms flat on the mattress with your head between them.

"You lied," you whispers, lips trembling and glaring up at him as best you can.

You receive a hasty kiss on your forehead which causes your eyes to flutter, and also helps to ease your annoyance and the unbearable need to cry and kick.

Those those urges seem to disappear almost instantaneously, as Leon lifts up your thighs and positions his knees below them. Oh.

"I know," Leon murmurs softly as response, positioning himself to your entrance. "I want you to cum on my cock, and you can do it as many times as you want, okay?"

He pushes in, and you think about how you'll be spending double the time he spent edging you, with him fucking you.

you guys know me as an author, but I'm also an editor! I have been editing for years now and I recently started a new editing account. zoreith :)

*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."

I'M CACKLING

This is Dabi's twitter fr 🤡

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also:

any picture of leon like this where it’s angled as if the camera is looking UP at him = MY FAVOURITE THING …………………..

(because this type of angle would be how i see him most of the time HAHAHAHHSJENSJWJAJSJA—-)

Oh my

My Drug is My Baby

DI doctor! leon x fem! reader

"don't blame me, love made me crazy / if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right / lord, save me, my drug is my baby / i'll be usin' for the rest of my life / i get so high, oh / every time you're, every time you're lovin' me / trip of my life, oh"

summary: it's time for your annual check-up with your OB/GYN, but your doctor's out sick so instead you see Dr. Kennedy who just wants to make sure everything is working properly...

warnings: medical kink, breeding kink, squirting, fingering, praise kink, corruption, unprotected p in v sex, creampie. i do not recommend reading if you have any sort of medical trauma in case things in this story trigger you.

word count: 1.6k+ // read on Ao3

author's note: first writing post back from my break!! um anyways, this was largely inspired by a particularly unhinged conversation i had with em (@emilzke) on discord. we should never be allowed to talk again… for the good of humanity. if u like this, i might write a part two about the reader’s pregnancy journey with dr. kennedy so please let me know if you’d like that! thank you for reading!

you always hated the doctor’s office, but the OB/GYN was like it’s own personal brand of hell. the bright white lights, the uncomfortable upskirt breeze while you sat in the stirrups, and not to mention the medieval torture devices shoved into you with very little lubrication. you were already coated with a sheen of nervous sweat with an elevated heart rate, but to make matters worse, the people at check-in informed you that your normal doctor had called out sick. Great. Instead, you would be seeing the new Dr. Kennedy who the front desk assures you has a great bedside manner and you have nothing to fear.

the nurse walked you back to the private exam room, gushing over how much the patients enjoyed Dr. Kennedy and that he was easy on the eyes as they took your vitals. The nurse handed you a gown but instructed you to wait before changing as they set up the bed as Dr. Kennedy loves to come and speak with his patients before they are presented so vulnerably to him. You sat patiently, twiddling your thumbs and anxiously shifting your weight. You hoped this appointment would be over soon.

Dr. Kennedy knocks politely on the door, “Good afternoon miss. My name is Dr. Leon Kennedy” he says in his deep, rich timbre. You shake his outstretched hand as he takes the seat opposite you. He was very handsome, at least upon first impression. He had dark, shaggy hair that was clean and well-kept. He has a little bit of stubble and very pretty blue eyes. His smile was charming and he even cracked a few small jokes to keep you comfortable. He explained every procedure and asked if you had any questions before he left the room for you to change in the gown.

when he comes back in, he washes his hands and cleans them again. he is very patient, and you’re a little embarrassed about the arousal that has begun to bud between your thighs. he is so handsome, charismatic, and a little funny that your genitals had a mind of their own. he begins his visual examination, his cold, clean hands slowly rubbing up your thighs to prepare your body all the while he asks questions that begin to get more and more invasive.

“Have you been experiencing any pain or discomfort? Such as urinary incontinence or constipation?” no – and his hands are now tracing smooth circles on your bare upper thigh.  “have you had any risky sexual encounters that would put you at risk for STD’s?” no – his fingertips slide higher. “what current birth control methods do you practice?” none, you hadn’t had a sexual partner in months and when you did you used condoms. “Do you have plans of getting pregnant in the near future?” a small pause. it was something you had considered. You always wanted to be a mom, but you felt you were growing short on time and the men in your area were not great potential baby daddy candidates. you blushed, probably oversharing. But Dr. Kennedy nods like it’s normal as his fingers methodically touch your labia to inspect for any abnormalities. “Everything externally looks nice and healthy, just one more question..” he starts, and you breathe a small sigh of relief.

“am i turning you on?” he asks, his voice suddenly more sultry as his fingertips dance across your throbbing clit. you’re embarrassed at how sensitive you are and you struggle to even form a coherent apology for being so worked up at your medical appointment; you aren't normally like this with your normal clinician. all you can do is whimper and nod in response at the whim of Dr. Kennedy’s examination. “then let’s make sure all your sexual organs are functioning properly. huh, pretty girl?” he says with a breathy chuckle as the pad of his thumb connects with your clit. you bite your lip to stifle a moan at the sensation. it is so naughty, so wrong, and definitely a medical practice violation but damn does it feel fantastic. your poor sex has been neglected for so long and it seems like Dr. Kennedy has just the prescription.

“shhh, let me take care of you pretty girl. just what the doctor ordered” he coos with a wicked grin as he strokes your hair affectionately, his other hand rubbing slow and methodical circles on your exposed clit. “thank you doctor” you say breathlessly, incredibly turned on by the situation at hand as you lay back on the exam table. Dr. Kennedy chuckles, “oh please –” then shoves a finger inside, “call me Leon.” you yelp, your back arching slightly off the table in pleasure as he presses his finger softly against your g-spot.

he leans closely into your ear and whispers, “you know, researchers have argued about the existence of a g-spot within the vaginal canal, but you –” he curls his fingertip upward, “seem to have an awfully sensitive spot right about –” he slips another finger in and curls that one too, “here” and finishes with another wide smile. you clap your hand over your mouth to drown out the moans pouring from your mouth as your first orgasm bursts forth, coating leon’s fingers in your cum. Leon gently removes your hands from over your mouth and presses a searing kiss onto your lips as you relax against the steady rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of you. “Something else they debate about is, a woman’s ability to..” he trails off and you feel like you’re suddenly peeing on him as your squirt for the first time ever in your life, coating his forearms in your ejaculate while your back arches off the table and you squirm. “Squirt” he finishes with a chuckle, admiring the mess you had made of yourself. “you’re so wet baby, it’s fantastic. love the way this pretty pussy clenches around my fingers, i wonder what it would feel like with my cock. should we find out? make sure that your vaginal canal can still expand to accommodate to a big cock like mine sweetheart? Be a good patient and tell the doctor what you need” Dr. Kennedy whispers as he places sweet kisses all across your face, finishing with a gentle nip at your earlobe.

your head is swimming in the post-orgasm crash. “p-please leon. please doctor. need your cock. wanna make sure I’m working right” you plead quietly, not wanting to cause too much of a scene in case any nurses dare check in on your appointment. Leon gently teases your entrance with the head of his cock, smearing a bit of precum. you whine softly as he begins to slowly push into your entrance, “doing so so good for me pretty patient, let your arousal open you right up.” when he finally settles himself all the way in you, he purrs about how good you feel, the best he’s ever had, and how you’re taking him so well. “m-move, leon, please” you plead softly, desperate for any sort of friction he could provide. he doesn’t need much more encouragement than that as he slides out to the tip and rams back into your desperate, weeping cunt. you once again clap your hand over your mouth to avoid crying out at the sensation as his thick, veiny cock drags itself against your slick walls. you were practically sucking him in; your pussy devouring his cock and squeezing it in all the right places. “pussy so good, milking me so well” he groans into your ear, followed by a few sloppy kisses down your neck, careful not to leave any suspicious marks.

despite the small size of the exam room and the table, it did not stop Dr. Kennedy from bending you in all sorts of pleasurable positions. Your legs have ended up over his shoulders, you’ve ended up on your hands and knees and with each new position, the orgasms have white-hot pleasure coursing through ever cell of your body. You never had sex that felt this good or a man who was so knowledgeable on female pleasure. Your legs were shaky and your eyelids were droopy as Leon finally reached his own orgasm. “I’m gonna cum inside this pretty pussy. Give you a baby. Fill you nice and good so you can keep seeing me for months. Does that sound good to you baby? You want Dr. Kennedy’s seed? You want to birth a genius baby?” he coos, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You could only nod, wanting everything this man would give you.

His hips stutter, “get ready to take it pretty patient” he groans as he spills his seed into your pussy. you mewl as you feel the hot liquid coat your insides, feeling very full of leon has he fucks his ejaculation up into you. when he finally pulls out, he uses his thumb to plug the remnants of his orgasm that leaks out of you and keeps your ankles nice and elevated. he rubs soothing circles over your belly, muttering soft things about how he can't wait to see you nice and swollen with his baby. When you’ve sat for a few minutes coming down from your high, Dr. Kennedy cleans both of you up and leaves the room for you to change.

your legs feel like jello, but it would be impossible to wipe the pleasurable grin from your face. you’d be sore the next few days undoubtedly, but it was worth it. When you bid Dr. Kennedy goodbye, the scheduling assistant at the front desk suggested a follow-up appointment in a couple of weeks with your original OB/GYN, but you requested to change your primary provider to Dr. Kennedy. The assistant smiled a knowing smile, this was quite common after all. Maybe seeing your OB/GYN isn’t so bad after all.

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tags: @scar-crossedlvrs @kennedyswhore @roseglazedlens

also, i wrote this when i was on my break and away from tumblr but i want to say thank u to @lipglossanon who has also discussed her work on dr. kennedy as well!!! i didn’t want to keep this in the drafts since people had been asking for him so i’ll also tag @elfven-blog & @gigabyte-flare 💕✨

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.