#canon 👏 says 👏 nothing 👏 so 👏 stop 👏 arguing 👏👏👏👏👏

[lipglossanon]

DON'T YOU EVEN GET ME STARTED. Like, Mother Gloss, c’mon- like I’ve been wanting to send in an ask about reader giving sweet!stepdad head for such a long time OH MY GOODDDDDD-

Just think about the very first time reader tries to give Leon a blowjob, and the man is still very much struggling with thoughts that he doesn’t deserve purely selfish acts of pleasure (which isn’t true in the slightest, he finds out later when his fingers discover the soaked stated of their panties). I think in canon this could be supported by maybe the addition that reader’s mother didn’t really do all that much for him in the bedroom, and mans has a bad track record with romantic partners in general, (god though ada is so fuckin hot), so he’s not really used to being pampered. Or, really having his base needs met outside of the act of sex itself. It's pretty visible that Leon's character is one that's left always wanting more, yk? I can see that lonely, sad little dork savoring every time fingers are carded through his hair, and every time his cheek is kissed he feels an almost stinging tingle of the presence it’s left behind on his skin for a few minutes. Touch starved!leon anyways-

All of this to say that he would absolutely be stammering the first time they guided him to sit down on the catch with a glint in their eye, swiftly moving to get on their knees in front of him. Of course he could blame his blush on the (rapidly fading) summer heat and of course he could blame his being flustered on the fact that this is really taking place in the middle of their day, but would the reader really help it? No, we all float down here, Georgie, and we’re all sexually rabid for men that will never exist. In this essay I will-

“B-baby you don’t really need to-” Leon’s usually sultry voice was knocked off its pedestal, each word being wavered by a nervous laugh that seemed to persist through his talking. There was almost a nervous quivering underneath. 

“I want to, so bad, please?” And how could he really argue with that? So here Leon is, having only a few awkward or maybe one or two sultry blowjobs; seeing the person he has loved the most in his life enthusiastically sucking his cock? Leon feels like he's going to explode. The reader’s fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, god how are their fingers so nimble- next thing he knows, there’s this wet, suckling heaven around his sensitive head. And reader, being so mischievous, decided not to pace themselves! Wow, what a surprise. Anyways, Leon feels this wet heat that just gets tighter and tighter around his cock as their lips slowly make as close as they initially can to the base, before moving to come back up. He thought they were sucking hard before? At this point, this poor man was convinced that you were trying to steal his soul. 

Leon S. Kennedy was never so embarrassed in his life. In around a minute flat you had managed to make him cum, he tries to salvage this in any way he can with a snarky quip or maybe just an opening to conversation, but nothing comes forth. He’s just so caught off guard and vulnerable that at this point he doesn’t truly know what to do, but he doesn’t have to worry much as the reader decided to perch themselves on his lap and start making out with him. 

Anyways stop inspiring me. I want to do a prompt over now ;-; But how are you holding up!! I hope this makes up for my absence, and if it doesn’t, expect much more >:) !!! but also expect more anyways lol. I wrote this very zooted on the za, very late, very tired. I’m going to sleep. Mwah mwah to you and the blog, every time you write you eat and leave no crumbs

Ahhhh!! 🙈 🙈 thank you so much!! 🤭

And oh my gosh, yes!! 👏 👏 😤 I’m totally with you! I think he’s touch starved and like wants a meaningful connection but has a hard time letting his guard down so covers it up with snarky little one liners or like tries to play it all Mr. Cool when he’s just this cute little dork who needs the sloppiest head imaginable and then rode until he’s babbling complete nonsense 😌

But yessss sweet stepdad would cum so fast the first time you sucked him off; he’s just so overwhelmed especially when you’re moaning and whining almost as loud as him 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

Haha I’ll never stop 😈 😆 and I’m holding up well! 🥰 I hope you’re doing amazingly and I can’t wait to see what you have in store 👀 👀

😘 😘

[nereb-and-dungalef]

please don't resurrect elwing discourse on my feed omfg

[shuckinbeanz]

Shape of You

warnings/notes: reader is preggers, Daddyzawa seems like the type to slow dance and whisper sweet nothings to his s/o hence Jamie Cullum's cover, also I'm aware of his past in canon but I'm writing this differently so there'd be no spoilers. :3

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~Masterlist~

dadzawa under the cut<3

"The club isn't the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where I go~" you start singing.

You found out this morning you were pregnant with your husband's child.

At first, you were in disbelief, but the reality slowly set in as you set about doing housework on your day off. The signs were there.

"Me and my friends at the table doing shots, drinking fast and then we talk slow..." you sing.

A kid or two was talked about. On and off. So you knew your taciturn husband, Shouta, would be happy about the news.

You, yourself, were ecstatic. So ecstatic that you went to reminiscing how you and he met several years ago.

"You come on over and start up a conversation with just me, and trust me I'll give it a chance, now, take my hand, stop~" you sing, dancing as you clean the kitchen countertops.

Two groups of newly graduated friends out partying at a cozy little bar downtown. What was supposed to be a one-night stand. Possibly growing to be something...with benefits. But turned into you two dating and some years later, tying the knot.

"Put Van Morrison on the jukebox, and then we start to dance, I'm singing like~" you sing.

You suppose you could thank Hizashi, the social butterfly, for your relationship with Shouta now. After picking up that you and your friends were fresh graduates, as well, from your conversation, he waved you and your friends over.

"Girl, you know I want your love~ Your love was handmade for somebody like me. Come on now, follow my lead~ I may be crazy, don't mind me~" you attempt a deep voice as you sing.

That night went on as both groups mingled after introductions. Your friends were more interested in striking up a conversation with Shouta's more talkative friends, while you and he were left to your own silent devices. It took a while before you felt brave enough to speak to the intimidating tall, dark, and handsome young man.

And oh boy, were you glad you did.

"Say, boy, let's not talk too much. Grab on my waist and put that body on me~ Come on now, follow my lead. Come on now, follow my lead~" you sing in your normal voice.

You and he talked. Talked and talked about various things. The schools you went to. About your dreams. His job of being an underground hero. Quirks, and whatnot.

As you both comfortably spoke to each other, there was undeniable chemistry.

So much so that your respective groups had fallen silent as you two drifted off into your own little world.

'Never seen Shou smile this much before~' Hizashi butted in gleefully. Shouta cleared his throat after you giggled. 'Hey, you know what, baby, can I get your--' ' 'zashi.' Shouta grunted, glaring at his tipsy flirtatious friend that had gotten a bit too close for his liking, just outside your personal bubble, who then threw up his hands placatingly and rolled his eyes. 'Ooooh, scar~y~' Hizashi drawled sarcastically, with a wink your way, which made your face grow hot. ' 'nother round, fellas?!' he shouted boisterously, as he waltzed towards the others who cheered.

"I'm in love with the shape of you. We push and pull like a magnet do. Although my heart is falling too...I'm in love with your body." you sing, putting away the cleaning rag and padding over to get the duster.

Soon, you two had begun flirting. Trading sweet nothings with each other as the others grew a bit rowdier, arguing drunkenly who was the best hero in their books. His head rested on his large palm, his elbow on the table. Onyx irises hooded seductively in a way that made you squirm, the corner of his mouth curled up in a literal panty-dropping smirk. Your hand lightly intertwined with his on the table.

An expression you would never forget.

Not that you can, easily. You see it all the fucking time, and it never gets old.

"And last night you were in my room, and now my bedsheets smell like you." you sing.

'What can I do to get you to come over to my place tonight, kitten?' he whispered, cheeks flush from the warmth of booze and provocative words turned promises between you and him. 'You only have to ask.' you told him in a low coquettish whisper. 'Well, then.' he chuckled huskily. 'Will you come home with me tonight?'

Man didn't have to ask twice.

"Every day discovering something brand new. I'm in love with you baby~" you add your own spin to the song, proceeding to dust around the apartment.

It was getting later. Your friends were getting ready to stumble home, saying their farewells and paying their respective bills. Shouta shifted in his seat, pulling out his wallet. You moved to do the same, but he stopped you. 'Let me pay.' he said. 'Maybe next time, handsome~' you told him with a coy smile. Your suggestion of there being a next time had him widening his eyes momentarily before a handsome smile graced his features. 'Sounds good to me, kitten.' his deep voice dipped deeper.

"Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh~ I'm in love with your body~" you sing, sashaying your hips as you dusted.

Bills paid, his arm wrapped around your waist, he guided you down the empty streets towards his humble apartment complex. Hushed promises of what was to happen, resulting in chuckles and giggles from both of you on the way. His cellphone buzzed once, twice, then again as he fished it from his pocket with a grunt of annoyance, unlocking it and swiping to the messages. 'Looks like 'zashi won't be coming back tonight.' he said.

"Oh—I—oh—I—oh—I—oh~ I'm in love~" you sing, continuing about.

'Oh, really? Roommate?' you ventured, remembering the familiar flirty blonde from the bar. 'Yes. Which is good, otherwise I would've kicked him out on his ass to sleep somewhere else. He gets loud when he's drunk.' he said, bending to whisper in your ear. 'Don't want any...interruptions, tonight, kitty...' his deep voice whispered hotly into your ear, which sent shivers down your spine, which earned him a gentle smack to his chest, and a shy 'Oh, you...' from you.

"One week in, we let the story begin, we're going out on our first date." a very familiar deep baritone hums into your ear from behind you, startling you. He chuckles, before singing more, wrapping his arms around you. "You and me are thrifty, so go all you can eat, fill up your bag and I'll fill up a plate." he sings. You drop what you were doing, wearing a wide smile as you intertwined your fingers with your husband's, the both of you beginning to sway. "We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour, and how your family are doing okay." he sings. "Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat..." he sings, bending down to kiss your neck, making you giggle. "Tell the driver make the radio play." he says, as you turn around to see his handsome smile. "You're happy. What made you sing our song so fervently, hm?" he asks. "Well, Shou~" you hum, before wrapping your arms around his neck with a shy smile. "I found out..." you try to draw it out for the suspense, giggling when he raises a brow. "That I'm pregnant." you tell him finally.

His following expression almost made you laugh. Almost. You could clearly see the halt of all thought in his head as he just stared at you, dumbstruck, as he processed what you just told him. This goes on for several moments, and you finally do laugh, tightening your hold in a brief squeeze. "Shou?~" you hum, only to be met with that attractive grin of his, squealing as he lifts you up and spins you around, making you laugh. Below, you could hear his soft laugh, before he sets you down on your feet. "Good news?" you asked, knowing full well the answer. "Damn good news." he replies, bending down to kiss you, silencing your giggles.