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school is killing me!! i’m still here just stressing over my finals :,) once this semester is over (in a weekish!) i’ll get back to posting!

#syd talks #i thought i would be able to juggle writing and class but. LOL #i have like 8h of classes a day… kill me…

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CLOSING IN AN HOUR GET EVERYTHING IN GUYS!!!

temporarily closing asks tomorrow (sunday) night!!!

if you have anything you wanna req, get it in by that time...

#syd talks #so many good reqs #i will be having fun writing this

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temporarily closing asks tomorrow (sunday) night!!!

if you have anything you wanna req, get it in by that time...

#inbox is filling up #and i wanna get thru them eventually #syd talks

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Hi! I really liked your "chubby reader" headcanons, can you do same with Smoke and Kenshi?

okay guys… let’s be honest. tomas is inexperienced as hell. he’ll definitely have good intentions, but i can see him as a super fumbly boyfriend—he’s obsessed with wanting to say the right thing and with not upsetting you in any way.

being in the lin kuei—i doubt that he’s really had any interaction with anyone other than his brothers and the other ninjas. now, with that being said, in some of the intros… he’s become friends with johnny. and i think johnny would influence him, especially with relationships. but not negatively! in the way where he tells tomas about how sensitive some people can be on the topic of weight—and because tomas is so enamored with you, he really takes this to heart. he doesn’t want to mess up

tomas is the type of boyfriend to ask if he can touch you. again, making you uncomfortable is the last thing on his mind—so when you’re alone, expect him to truly ask if it’s okay for him to feel the your body. even innocent touches, really.

that being said, the more he’s comfortable, the more bolder he would be. he’d especially love cuddling you in the nighttime; savoring the contrast between your two bodies. to him, you feel like home—and after being rejected by bi-han and losing his family, that’s all he really wants or needs

he’s sweet. if you were to be insecure and be hesitant with him touching you in any way… expect a lot of apologies but also a lot of praise from him. like bihan, he wouldn’t understand WHY you felt this way. to him, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever met—he lays awake at night thinking how he was even able to date you. but he wouldnt be a dick about it. he would tell you how much he loves your body; regardless of your weight or the shape of your body—you’re you. that’s all he wants

kenshi can’t see you, so… to make up for that, he spends a lot of time touching you. everywhere. he wants to create an image of how you look in his mind—since he can’t see you physically, he spends the most time memorizing every curve and shape of your body.

when with him, expect touches… everywhere. not only your face, but the soft parts of your body. he is very, very hands on… he has to be. (just know, if he has his sight, he’d spend entirely too much time looking at you and admiring your beauty)

and especially in private—after a life of struggle and seeing his clan fall and be so influenced by the yakuza… there’s nothing better to wash the bad memories away than the feeling of your body on his. even though its not really touched on, i think kenshi has been through a lot of things. not only that, but he’s soon to be the leader of his clan to help separate them from the yakuza’s influence…. basically, the man is stressed. let him cuddle you

don’t be mistaken, though. he doesn’t just want to feel you with his hands… kenshi, though i don’t really see him as an affectionate guy, would definitely want to feel the softness of your body with his own. pressing up against you (in private), pulling you into his arms to feel you on his chest—seriously, nothing makes him happier.

he strikes me as a pretty caring lover. if you were to voice that you were insecure about your body, he would really do everything he can to ensure you know just how much he loves you—if you feel an increase of his hands on you or feel his chest on your back… that’s why. weight is not and has never really been something that’s ever deterred him from liking someone

(secretly, his favorite thing about you is your weight—it brings a sense of comfort to him)

#mk #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada headcanons #smoke mk1 #smoke x reader #kenshi takahashi #mk kenshi #kenshi takahashi headcanons #headcanons #concepts #sydfw

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may i rq bi han w/ a fem reader who is insecure abt her albinism 😔

bihan is a very very prideful man…

and because of that, he hates that youre insecure—especially about something that he likes about you. even if he won’t tell you, he likes the tone of your skin; he adores the shade of your hair. and tbh… he feels genuinely offended if you verbally tell him that you’re insecure.

genuinely can’t understand WHY you may be insecure… again, he super takes it as an attack on his character. how DARE you feel insecure about an aspect of you that he LOVES?!

but hes willing to accommodate any of your needs if something brings you genuine distress.

he says that he won’t coddle you—but suspiciously, there’s always sunscreen stocked for you (you didn’t even tell him that you needed it?) theres also strangely a collection of blue hats/caps meant to keep the sun out of your eyes and to shade your sensitive skin… peculiar color scheme 🤔 (if you ask, he will deflect. doesn’t want you to know how much he cares.)

and if your vision is less than great… just know that youll always be Watched. (even if your vision is fine, ngl) and escorted. even if not by him, he’ll definitely force sektor and cyrax to watch over you.

#bihan #concepts #headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #mk bihan #sub zero x reader #bihan x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 headcanons

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I miss u soooo much on bot TikTok 😭

i miss you too 💔💔

#syd talks #unrelated but elias if u see this.. #im cooking up great things for you.

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Mind giving a small spoiler about which fics yo got lined up? 👀 Like, I wanna request one but don't wanna overwhelm you with more work 😔

A WHOLEEEE BUNCH LOL but its okay nonnie, you can request! i just wont get to it for a while (or maybe i will if ur prompt sparks creative juices...)

#syd talks

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your breeding fic??? i can’t??? thank you for BLESSING us. stg i’m pregnant now 😭

anytime nonnie i hope im the godmother 😌😌

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THE NEW LEON FIC IS AWESOME DON'T DOUBT YOURSELF BOUT IT 😤😤😤

*Angrily sends you all my love and support and coffee cuz why tf not*

Your fics add literal YEARS to my life ❤️😤👌✨❤️🥕🏛️🎍

THANK YOU 💔💔 i was stuck on it for so long im really glad you liked it 😞😞

#i went straight to sleep after posting #i feel better about it now #syd talks

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Bi-han's wife is not a toxic boy mom. She's a cool boy bom 😎 she will smack some sense to her sons if needed.

Also consider, bi-han's much smaller daughter who shields her much larger big brothers from his punishment uwu

NOOOOO NONNIE YOURE KILLING ME 💔💔💔💔 bihan would literally have NO choice but to listen… he’s definitely getting bossed around by his daughter ngl

#syd talks #and he listens too

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Bi-han's wife would teach her sons healthy ways to process feelings i think, like mending clothes to practice patience and all that..

definitely… and bihan should be right there with them cause he has no patience 💀💀

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breeding w di Leon ??????????😩😩

leon x afab!reader

wc: 1.8k

tags: explicitly 18+, breeding obvs, pregnancy mention, reader has breasts

“I’m getting old.” Leon mutters, pausing momentarily to sip at his mug full of coffee that you’d brewed for him a few moments earlier. You raise an eyebrow at this; head turning ever so slightly to meet his gaze. It’s been a few weeks since he’d been on the mission to Alcatraz. There’s been a personality shift that’s come over him in this time—at first, you just chalked it up to self-reflection from a near death experience.

Maybe there’s something else to it.

“You keep saying that,” you note, attention back on the kitchen counter as you prepare breakfast for the both of you. “You’re not.”

“I am. You can’t deny it. And you know, well…” he sighs, setting the mug down. “I’ve been thinking about some things. About us.”

This gets your attention. You turn fully to face him now.

He stands, advancing towards you, trapping you in between his body and the counter behind you. Leon’s lips are on yours nearly immediately—and while you appreciate the gesture and the taste of hazelnut coffee creamer that lingers in his mouth, you’re feeling a bit…

Nervous.

Your nerves quickly shift into a feeling of something else, the sensation of Leon’s hands squeezing on your waist quickening your heartbeat—that familiar aching between your thighs reddening your face at his touch. His eyes are on you as you part, examining the pretty slopes and curves of your face—but your nerves quickly shift back to that feeling of uncertainty.

“I love you,” he starts, hands furthering up your torso. One hand runs over the curve of your stomach, shifting back to the fat of your hip. “And I’ve been thinking about just how good you’d look pregnant.”

Your breath comes out in slight pants at the feeling of his hands tracing over the contour of your body. Leon leans in, placing feather-light kisses over the soft skin of your neck—the feeling of his lips and the prickle of his stubble admittedly making your knees weak. He smells good, like home; like aftershave and cologne from the night before when he’d fallen asleep with his arms around you.

His hands snake up the long shirt that you’re wearing—one of his that you’d fished from his dresser ages ago—traveling from your waist up to cup your breasts. His tongue runs over the shell of your ear, warm breath fanning over the sensitive feel of your skin. You shudder.

“Think about it. Me, you, a family…” Leon’s tone is hushed as he speaks in your ear, thumb toying at the sensitive peaks of your nipple. You feel him smile as he places a kiss on your temple, something you can hardly focus on from the feel of his hand caressing your breasts. “Don’t you want that?”

“I—” Your breath hitches at the feeling of deft fingertips running along the now sodden cotton of your panties, thighs shifting and molding around the shape of his hand between your thighs. “I… yes, of course. I mean, I’ve thought about it, but…”

“But?” He questions, tugging the wet fabric aside enough for his fingers to drag along your sticky folds. Leon’s breath fans on your neck, his cock stiff against the inside of your thigh. It’s thick and hard and throbbing and has your walls clenching around nothing—needy from just the idea of him being inside of you.

“But…” Your voice is low, teetering out pathetically at the feeling of the pad of his thumb toying with your clit. His movements are slow and methodical, circling—almost too much while simultaneously being not enough. “Your job, and…”

The way your bottom lip catches in your teeth makes him want to kiss you—and fill you with his cum—all the more. It’s been plaguing his thoughts ever since Alcatraz.

“We can work that out,” he mumbles, finger hovering around your entrance, collecting the arousal that seeps from you in anticipation. Your nails dig into the muscle of his forearm, head hanging low at the feeling of the digit threatening to breach inside of you. It’s too much. But not enough. “Work’s been slowing down. Doubt that they’d want to keep an old man like me out on the field too long anyway.”

You go to speak—you want to scold him for calling himself old, even though it’s undeniably true—but you’re cut off by the sound of your own whine at the feeling of his finger pushing its way inside of you.

He only goes as far as the first knuckle… but the gasp that falls from your lips coupled with a low moan has him a bit too eager to hear more from you. Leon inserts a second finger, the pad of his thumb pressing a fleeting amount of pressure on the sensitive bud of your clit. He’s patient as he finger-fucks you, scissoring you open with methodical movements that have your knees weak and your face hot.

You’re too busy whining his name to realize the way he’s looking at you.

Too needy to notice the way his cock throbs at the feeling of your wetness around his fingers; too drunk on his touch to see the way that his blue eyes are trained so intently on the sight of his fingers slipping out of you and pushing their way back inside. He slides his fingers out of you, marveling at the strings of sticky arousal that cling to them.

“So,” he pauses momentarily—brings his fingers to his tongue—and wraps his lips around them. “Did I convince you?”

You nod.

It’s not long before you feel the coldness of his fingers—wet from you and from his own mouth—hooking along the lace hem of your underwear to tug them down. The cotton pools at your ankles.

“You’re fucking me on the counter?” The question falls from your lips breathlessly; the feeling of his hand squeezing at the fat of your ass eliciting more noise from you than you’d be willing to admit.

“Sure am,” he mutters, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he pulls the fabric of his pants down just enough to free his cock. “Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of time to make up for this. I intend on—“

He hoists you up properly, arm keeping you suspended in the air, eyes on the slick sticky mess that’s littered your thighs. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist. The head of his cock prods at your entrance—leaking precum enough to leave you wondering if he’d left a sticky stain on the cotton of his gray boxers.

“—stuffing you full of cum everyday until I see a positive test.”

Something tells you that he plans to make good on his promise.

He slides into you slowly; the pace agonizing as his cock stretches and splits you open—your walls shaping around his size, nails digging further into the skin of his arm. You shudder at the sound of his voice in your ear; low and needy and whiny for the feeling of the warmth of your walls instinctively gripping around his shaft.

“Leon,” he audibly groans at the sound of his name from your lips—how breathless and pretty and needy you sound for him. “Please, I—“

His fingers leave indents in the skin of your ass, his hips pressing into you so agonizingly slow to the point where you’re beginning to ache from the feeling of needing him so desperately.

“Come on,” Leon buries himself to the hilt—reveling at the feeling of the softness of your body against his. The granite edge of the counter digs at your back; a non-issue considering the fact that you’re struggling to keep your composure at the feeling of Leon balls deep inside of you. “You can take it.”

You nod.

Crescent moon shaped indentations are left on the muscle of his back, red and angry—unnoticed by the feeling of him plunging into you; his hips flush against yours with each slip of his cock inside of you. Sticky strings of arousal begin to line down his thighs—the creamy ring pooling at the base of his cock fueling the pathetic whimpers that slip from your and his lips.

Leon roughly fucks into you, pace unforgiving as your insides uncontrollably quiver and squeeze around him. You pray that no one can hear the both of you through the opened window of your kitchen—the sound of his balls slapping against your skin entirely too loud—coupled with the noisy moans that seep from your lips and the low grunts that seep from his. You can hardly tell the color of his eyes; his pupils blown so wide that you’d mistake them for brown if you weren’t aware they were blue.

He leans forward—hips still snapping against your own—and presses his lips against your own. It’s uncoordinated. It’s needy. It’s wet and sloppy as he struggles to focus on the fact that he’s supposed to be kissing you when you feel so good and tight and wet and warm around him.

He greedily tongues at your lips and greedily ruts into your pussy, movements bordering on feral at the feeling of you and the thought of stuffing you with his cum. The pretty noises that fall from your mouth drive him forward, lips still on your own as he swallows every semblance of a mewl that you make from the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls.

Leon pulls away for a moment—lips reattaching to your neck, trailing to your throat, savoring the taste of your skin. He’s losing himself. Losing himself to the overwhelming urge to put a baby in you; to the idea of your body softening and breasts swelling and hips widening—to the idea of just how perfect you’d look with his kid in you.

You squeal at the feeling of the pad of his thumb on your clit, thighs clenching and trembling and shaking around his waist—nails digging further into the meat of his back as his relentless pace falters and rhythm stutters towards sloppiness. Leon coaxes you further towards your orgasm, motion of his thumbs pulling an orgasm from your swollen, throbbing clit; the pulsating of your walls pulling him deeper into you and effectively milking his cock.

The sight of you—back arching, legs trembling, jaw slack, body spasming—it’s too much. His cock twitches, his hips sputter; his grip on you borders on pain—and you can’t do anything but take it. You feel it before you realize it. You feel the slight quiver of his body against yours. You feel his lips on your throat, tongue pressing on the rapid pulsing of the vein on your neck. You feel the warm, sticky ropes of his cum that he’d stuffed in you with no shame.

He places slow kisses along your jawline—cock still stuffed in you, plugging his cum inside—and again, you feel the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Mm.” Leon’s voice is barely audible as he mutters in your ear. “S’ not enough. Let me give you some more.”

#i hate this so much i didnt even wanna burden my beta reader with checking it #nsydfw #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon scott kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #get this fic out of my sight pls.

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can we get more syzoth fics ??

tumblr and ao3 lack them 😔😔

yes 🙏🙏 unfortunately i am SUPER busy this week so it’ll take a while for me to get them out, but more syzoth and smoke are definitely on my list of things to do

#right now im in the middle of finishing a leon fic #then ill do another with male!reader cause i feel bad all the male leon lovers are being neglected #then i’ll answer some headcanon posts and do some smoke and syzoth i have planned #ROADMAP OF THE WEEK!!! #syd talks

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not a req, just wanted to say your writing is so lovely that you inspired me to start writing again! i always look forward to seeing you post! wishing you the best of luck with your future writings and your studies <3

AWWW THANK YOU NONNA YOURE WAY TOO SWEET ;_; if you ever post any of your writings PLEASE let me know!! i would love to support your writing endeavors!! 🙏🙏🙏

#syd talks #i have the best anons…

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ugh ur syzoth fic was ac soo good I appreciate your writing sm!! Your literally one of my inspirations

thank you sooo much 🥹🥹🥹 messages like these make my day

#syd talks #EVERYONE ON TUMBLR IS SO NICE TO ME 💔💔💔💔💔

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You said that bi-han would be so sweet to his daughter, especially if she looks like her mama.

Also that the little princess is gonna be spoiled af. So imagine how cute it would be when his daughter copies everything her mama does and how she dresses.. bi-han being surrounded by his love and her mini me ough

And ik bi-han expects his wife to be tough and discipline to his sons as well, but i think can also see her being the warm hugs his sons need and the balm that soothe their aches behind the closed door.

nonna i love you sm… for this… especially the last paragraph. i bet he would see parallels with his life + his sons’ lives, especially with wifey being a good mom to their sons (and daughter)

i think bihan’s mothers death had definitely affected him + kuai liang greatly. in his mk1 intros he spoke so highly of his mother and how she would be proud of him… he misses her 💔💔💔

seeing his wife be what hes always wanted as a child definitely is something he admires but would never directly mention… you can tell though because when his wife is coddling their sons he won’t step in and will just watch silently while she cares for them

he finally has the family he wanted as a child but from a different perspective now 😔 i can see him being so hell-bent on not wanting to be like his father

he wants to do everything RIGHT!!

sigh 💔💔💔i need him

#syd talks #drunken rambles.. #supposed to be finishing my leon fics but im here avoiding schoolwork and answering asks #LOL

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In the bihan pregnant sex fic... so does he like, love y/n or not? i need the inside scoop here

yes 🙏🙏🙏

#syd talks