𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮

i can live in your house be a playboy bunny.

[dreamheavn]

𝓕𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝓜݁ᛪ༙𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝓚𝐈𝐋𝐋 16.

zombie girl she / die music alternative 4eversexy diet coke day dreamin gods favorite multi fandom gothic romance dracula 𝟗𝟗𝟗 babydoll && layering tops low rise pants till death do us part 🚬🪽

[leonslifealert]

in which you manage to spook leon kennedy (requested alt to this!)

· · ─ ·✶· ─ ·

You test the floor, rocking back and forth from one elbow to another. Solid, not a single creak. Good.

God, you’re a genius.

He called about 5 minutes ago, ETA just that, and now here you are, facedown under your bed, trying to contain the giddiness that nearly has you shaking with anticipation.

You hear his boots, his heavy huff as he walks through the door. You feel rather than see him looking for you when the silence your greeting would normally fill stretches.

“Hey, I’m home,” he tries, his footsteps fading as he heads to the kitchen, then returns to the living room moments later.

You hear him turn once. Twice. The bedroom door opens. You clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from noticeably exhaling.

He moves to the bathroom, peeks in, then twists around. “Where the hell…”

Per your plan, he reaches the bed to check your side for your phone on its charger—its usual spot when you’re home.

You strike, hard and fast, snatching his ankle with both hands.

A soft “fuck!” and he’s jumping backward, leg so strong that he yanks you halfway out from under the bed with him. You’re laughing, wheezing, arms flopping by your head as you release his ankle.

“I—got you—“ you choke between inhales, flipping onto your back. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, mouth tight, which just makes you laugh harder.

Then you’re being lifted, tossed onto the bed, and he’s climbing on top of you, palms on the sheets on either side of your head.

He smiles down at you, smug, his hard weight pressing you firmly into the matress. “Think you’re so funny, huh.”

You finally get a breath in, abs aching from overuse. Hands on either side of his face, you lean up to kiss him. “The funniest you know.”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ ·

[dreamheavn]

i love you doll

[iam-siriuslysher-lokid]

Leon S Kennedy phrases in bed

"I'm here"

"Yes ma'am"

"Hello, gorgeous"

"Let me"

"You're so good for me"

"Tell me exactly what you want"

"Oh yeah?"

"Can I touch you here?"

"Can I taste you?"

"I need you"

"Take it easy"

"Slow"

"fuck" (whisper)

"Fuck me" (growling)

"Don't rush"

"I want to hear you"

"You're so pretty"

"What was that?"

"I love your voice"

"I want to give you what you want"

"You're so tight"

"My turn"

"Relax"

"I got you"

"Do you like this?"

"Lift your hips for me, love"

"You're mine"

"I'm yours"

"Are you close?"

"Yes?"

"Just like that"

"Make me"

"Please"

"Keep talking, love"

"Don't hide it"

"Let it all out on me"

"That's it"

"I want to make you feel good"

"Don't look away"

"I want to see your face"

"Take me"

"Keep trembling for me"

"Shhh..a little bit more"

"Let me make you come"

"Trust me"

"I'll make you mine"

"You know that I'm yours, right?"

"I love you"

"You're going to feel me tomorrow"

___

[ just thoughts, no shame. leon keeps distracting me while im in my 2nd playthrough of requiem. i can't focus ]

[dreamheavn]

𝓛𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝓚𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘. MLIST

* smut any other triggering topics will have a warning

* blurb one.

[dreamheavn]

hey siri, play colors by halsey @/re9leonkennedy

[dreamheavn]

wow. your theme and layouts are just perfect i’m obsessed <3 😫

thank you lovely

[dreamheavn]

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welcoming . . . @chrisbaddie , @fawndeify , @sturnsbunny , @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger

[saotoru]

leon kennedy has erectile dysfunction and you’re not gonna convince me otherwise.

dare i say he’s had it since re2 …. how could he not? between all the alcohol, stress, trauma, ptsd, antidepressants, survivors guilt, and infections, he hasn’t been able to get it up for years.

it’s gradual. between post-raccoon city and his new government agent job, there hasn’t been much time for anything other than work, really. intimacy, sex, those are things of the past. he’s busy and stressed and miserable. it takes a long time and an all too embarrassing encounter—the first of many—for leon to realize there’s a problem.

he had found himself one night in the middle of a drunken hookup with a random girl some the bar. the exact details are a blur—from her name to how they ended up back at his place—but he could never forget how he lost his boner right before he put it in. he was confused. he had just been hard, they had just been making out, so what happened? why was he soft again and why couldn’t he get it back up?? he tried palming himself but after a few embarrassing minutes, nothing was working. he all too clearly remembers the shock, then the irritation written on her face when she realized she wasn’t going to get laid tonight. she left in a big hurry, getting dressed in a rush and calling a taxi before he could process what had happened.

leon chalks it up to nerves. whiskey dick. he hasn’t had sex in… well, ages. maybe it was that. and his drinking problem definitely wasn’t helping. he doesn’t think much of it until it happens again—different girl, different bar, same scenario. he was a little less intoxicated this time but somehow that doesn’t seem to matter. he’s hard up until he’s supposed to be, and then they’re both awkwardly staring at his limp dick before getting dressed in the most deafening silence known to man.

what the fuck is wrong with him? now that he thinks about it, he’s not even sure when the last time he orgasmed was. sometimes, in those late nights when he was drunk and bored and alone, he’d drift a hand towards semi stiff cock, lazily pumping just to feel something before he passed out from exhaustion. or lost his boner. or both at the same time. he tries to rationalize his situation. he is, after all, in his forties. of course he can’t pop a boner or masturbate as much as in his early twenties. his body isn’t what it used to be. he used to wake up with morning wood damn near everyday and fuck his fist senseless trying to control himself. in the shower, in bed, on the couch… multiple times a day, sometimes even back to back, he’d cum and be hard again minutes later, boner still raging like he hadn’t just milked himself dry. but now, nothing. he should still be able to do something at his age… right? how is he just now realizing how few and far between his boners are nowadays?

it sends him to a spiral. over the course of years, he’s tried everything. eating better, managing his stress, seeing a doctor, hell, he even tried going sober for a bit. nothing worked. drugs helped for a little. cialis, tadalafil, you name it, he’s tried it. they worked… until they didn’t. and then same thing would always happen: he would go up, up, up on the dosage until the side effects were too many and the results were too lacking. viagara helped the most but it took time to work. which was a hard workaround when you’re hooking up with strangers from the bar. even porn couldn’t touch him, his barely-there hard on lasting for a few before he’d go flaccid yet again.

the overwhelming shame. that was probably the biggest culprit of it all. the anxiety, a vicious cycle that consumed his waking thoughts. it consumed him so greatly that he was no closer to a solution than he was before. insecure thoughts reared their ugly heads constantly, leaving him alone damage and isolated.

so here he was at the age of fifty. he’s given up on it all—sex, relationships, hell, even masturbating. the sweet burn of whiskey’s bout the closest he’ll ever feel to warmth ever again. years pass and leon might as well be a shy virgin again. there’s a lot of things that didn’t go as expected in leon’s life, but this was probably the least of them all.

that is, until you come around.

he had stopped approaching people and turned down the occasional advance. but you’re different. you’re persistent. and how could he say no? you’re a pretty little thing, all soft smiles and doey eyes that he easily loses himself into and for the first time in ages thinks, screw it. his interest in you is enough to outweigh the anxiety of watching those all too familiar events unfold: the realization he can’t give you what you want, the disgust on your face…. watching you leave like all the rest.

he couldn’t have been more wrong.

some nights, you’re sweet. you know the right things to say. you reassure him, take it slow, tell him that it’s natural and okay. you never balk at his attempt to dissuade you, instead reaching a hand to the soft bulge in his briefs when he says, “it doesn’t always work… can’t get it up, sweetheart.” you smile all pretty and kiss his jaw in the spot he likes, rubbing his flaccid cock over his underwear. “i know,” you murmur onto his skin and leon melts. it’s the first time he’s felt wanted in god knows how long and fuck, it feels good. he feels safe, content because he knows you’re being honest. he’s worried about that before: that you’re lying. maybe you’re cooing sweet nothings just to placate him, make him feel like a man again… but then you’re taking his soft cock into your mouth and looking up at him with eyes that are so wide and full of pure adoration that leon can’t help but silence any doubt in his mind that you like his erectile dysfunction. who else could possibly look this content, this turned on from sucking flaccid cock? you kitten lick his shaft, down to his balls, and leon’s so fucking horny that he feels like he’s going to explode. the sensation is muted. it’s there but it feels dulled. almost like your mouth is far away, but he’s so worked up from years of frustration and anxiety and nerves that he doesn’t care. hes still horny for god’s sake, his libido is been perfectly intact this entire time. he feels hot all over and on edge… on the edge of what exactly he’s not sure but his breathing goes all heavy as you take him into your mouth regardless and this time youre sucking and oh god leon doesn’t think he can take it. maybe it’s all those pent-up feelings but leon actually cums for the first time in years, spurting slow, sticky ropes into your awaiting mouth, his moans turning into curses as you keep sucking him to overstimulation.

he likes those nights.

but other nights, you’re evil, leon thinks. downright crazy because he knows it turns you on. this source of massive embarrassment for him, you fucking like it, and he can’t help but like that you do. you must be the only person in the world with a kink for this shit, he swears, because it can’t be normal for someone to be this wet over an old man like him not being able to get his cock up. those are the nights that you’ll fuck yourself open right in front of him with your fingers and there’s no hiding how completely you’re dripping for him. or more like what you’re doing to him: torturing. leaving him to do nothing but watch as you scissor yourself open, other hand on your clit. any attempt to replace your hands with his or his mouth have you batting him away and shaking your head. you had said no earlier too when he had suggested taking a viagara. he can’t do the things he wants to do to you, hell, he can’t even stroke himself because his cock just lies there heavy and limp against his thigh as you downright degrade him. “you’ve never done this for me. can’t even fuck me properly, i have to do it myself. it’s honestly pathetic. even after all this you still can’t get it up, old man?” you’re going faster now, wrist a blur and leon can tell you’re rubbing on that spot because your hips are starting to squirm. you’re a sight to behold. naked and spread apart before him, tits bouncing and eyes all fucked out and hazy, lips bitten and parted in that perfect ‘o’ shape. he’s so fucking horny, so pent up it physically pains him, he honestly thinks he might honestly explode because fuck, if he could get hard right how, if he could just pop a boner he’d fuck you absolutely senseless, hard and rough, the way you’re doing now with your fingers, the way he knows you like it. he’d kill to replace your hand with his cock and be the one to make you feel good. he’d fuck all those dirty words out your mouth his cock, throatfuck you til you couldn’t say another degrading thing ever again. but he can’t. so he only watches, cock still sitting soft against his leg as you reach that peak, as your body goes rigid and every muscle in your leg seems to stiffen, eyes rolling back as you orgasm and leon is jealous watching you rub yourself through it because he can barely remember how that must feel, that same wave and crescendo of electrifying pleasure that he hasn’t felt in so so long.

he’d be lying if he didn’t say he liked those nights more.

[dramaticsk-deactivated20260805]

" touch it ! push it ! lick it ! "

warning -- ! i feel freaky rn and so you're getting smutty leon blurb that just came in my head for like five seconds and it kinda sounds like headcannons but whatever I JUST NEED TO WRITE THIS.

sex with Leon was quite literally like a porn movie. you always end up in humiliating positions, used like a sex toy, and completely ruined.

Leon is a man of it all, he has done everything and is surprisingly skilled with it. he knows just what spots to hit, how to keep his pace and when to speed it up, he knows how to spoil.

and boy does he know how to be an eater.

if it was a sport, he'd have three gold medals. that tongue explores every part of you, making sure to leave every sensitive inch coated in saliva and giving you little kisses that make your body have a euphoric shock every time he does it.

even after you cum inside of his mouth, he still goes down on you and doesn't come up or take a breath at all. no breaks, no pausing, he wants to please you until you pass out. also, he's a cheeky bastard that likes to see you struggle against him.

he knows he's much stronger than you and can hold you down easily. thats why he loves doing it.

and feeling your nails drag along his arms as a pathetic attempt to get him off was exhilarating to him. his heart beat a little faster every time you gripped his hair and pulled him down closer.

during sex he's very vocal. he will groan, whimper, whine and huff and puff the entire time, and he absolutely talks you through it.

"This is all yours," he'd mumble while he gave you no time to adjust to his size.

"You can take it, breathe with me."

"So tight for me," "Like that?" "So good for me," "How's that baby?"

and especially after arguments he loves to fuck missionary just so he can see your expression falter and that anger slip away while he pounds you. "Not so mad anymore, huh?"

"M'sorry baby, I won't do it again,"

"Did we learn our lesson?"

"How are you now?"

he is such a fucking tease and he knows it. he will purposely only put the tip in just to watch you writhe in place, waiting for the whole thing. it always catches you off guard.

and he lives for eye contact, especially when you're struggling to keep your eyes open and on him while you leave marks all over his back.

mkay blurb done you guys can go now

[witchsamlizzie]

Every morning, every night, every second, me

[dreamheavn]

LMAO, I don’t know anything about his character, because I said it’s weird to write about sm you don’t know anything about? Mind you I’m literally an author you know on here.

i’m sorry but i don’t understand what you mean here 😭

[dreamheavn]

Item: The Orb Rarity: ✸ Legendary

What do you think is the greatest video game ever made and why?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

resident evil because of my baby daddy, leon kennedy

[dreamheavn]

don’t listen to that anon. who cares if you don’t know much abt leon and his character, there’s always room to learn abt him as you go along! i mean most writers do in fact have to do their research on the things they wanna write if they want it to be more accurate !!

thank you baddie

[6xm6rti6]

Can’t stop thinking about laying on the couch with leon

(SMUT 18+ MDNI)

Your back is pressed to his chest, head laid back against his shoulder as the tv plays some movie you stopped paying attention to because his hands are smoothing and rubbing softly over your abdomen. It was a regularly reoccurring thing with him. It helped him wind down after a bad week.

But to you, it felt heated. The way he knew exactly what you liked, how to touch each part of you. It had your mind wandering off into filthy things. And He sensed it, the way your body tensed and squirmed.

He let a smirk pull at his lips, his hand drifting down lower, then slipping under your shirt to feel your skin.

“Like the movie?” His voice was a low murmur, head tilting to then press his lips against the shell of your ear. You hummed, nodding your head enthusiastically to hide the soft hitch of your breath.

His lips trailed down over your neck, breath warm against you as he let his hand nudge at the seam on your shorts. “Then I shouldn’t distract you, huh?” He smiled against your neck.

You knew what he was doing, he wanted to hear you say it, wanted it since the moment he felt your tummy clench under his hand. “I’m easily distracted.” You sighed right as his hand slid underneath the fabric.

His hand moved lower until his fingers slipped down over your clit, finding your entrance and humming low in his throat at the wetness already gathered there. “Been distracted awhile, already so wet for me.” I murmured before sucking softly at the side of your neck, your soft moan filling the air.

His fingers were slow as they gathered the wetness and moved back up over your clit, circling at a tortuously slow pace. Your back arched up slightly, thighs tensing at the attention. His free hand coming up to grope at your breast, kneading it gently in his grasp. “You’re so pretty like this, sweetheart.” His voice was a soft rumble, but it betrayed his own arousal.

His pace increased, only to ease up, fingers sliding down to slip past your entrance, making you gasp softly at the intrusion. “O-oh.. Leon” your hands grasping at his muscular thighs braced against your hips. He took that as his sigh to start dragging his fingers in and out, curling up to hit that spot that made your eyes roll back. The sounds you made covered the noise of the tv, soft whines and whimpers echoing off of the walls.

His speed increased, and his head moved to ghost his lips over your jaw. “That’s it, baby, just what you wanted, isn’t that right?” You could only nod, your fingers digging into his legs.

He felt you clench at his words, his smirk sharpening at the feeling. “Knew she’d like that.” He murmured, pulling back just enough to see your face. “Gonna cum for me?” He breathed, watching your head dig back into his shoulder as your orgasm built and tightened in your belly. “Yes, y-yes gonna cum-“ you cried as his palm made contact with your throbbing clit.

Your thighs spasmed as you came, white hot pleasure washing over you and clouding your sight, breathy moans falling from your lips. “There you go, baby” he cooed as his free hand moved back to your abdomen to cradle you, pressing you back down against him.

As much as he loved sweet, lazy nights holding each other, he’d never pass up the opportunity to see you like this.

This is my first actual smut so pls ignore whatever mistakes. Like I said I’m still learning and practicing 🫩

[tojiscreampie]

MDNI | choso cries while he's balls deep cause your pussy just feels too good :( ⋆˙⟡ m.list ⋆˙⟡

choso was in love, completely and utterly enamored with you.

he loved your bubbly personality, how you didn't take shit from anyone and always spoke your mind, he loved how your eyebrows knitted and your nose scrunched up when you didn't get your way.

but, he was a man, after all, and he just couldn't ever get enough of that perfect pussy of yours.

when he wasn't balls deep inside of you, rearranging your guts as he pummeled his thick cock into you— he was dreaming about it, dreaming about how tight you were, how warm and wet your walls felt around them as they sucked him in each time he tried to pull out.

he’d even have wet dreams, his mind filled with images of you sprawled beneath him as he fucked you, desperate whimpers escaping his lips as his cock tented the covers, eyebrows furrowed as his chest heaved, breathing growing heavy and uneven as he dreamt about how your pussy felt like it was made for him, until finally— he’d bust a fat load in his boxers, dreaming that it was all being sucked up by your greedy cunt.

and tonight, you wake up to hear him panting and whimpering your name in his sleep, small beads of sweat gathering onto his forehead, his dark hair slightly damp and messy against the pillow, pale cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

“dreaming about me again, cho’?” those whispered wake him from his sleep, his eyes widening as he feels the cool, sticky mess in his boxers.

“oh- fuck, s-sorry…” he mumbled while scrambling to pull off his ruined briefs, “it just felt so real, didn't even feel like a dream, your pussy felt so good.”

with a small, barely stifled giggle, you rake your french-tipped nails down his toned back, feeling the shiver that ran through his body as goosebumps blossomed below your fingertips. 

“hm, i'm sure the real thing would feel even better though, don't you think?” 

you leaned up to whisper in his ear, your soft voice traveling straight to his cock, already hardening again just at the thought. 

choso answered without hesitation, damp hair falling in front of his eyes as he nods eagerly, like you just offered him the most treasured item on earth— and to him, you had. 

“y-yes! i mean, um- yes, please baby, i need to feel that perfect pussy wrapped around me, wanna be inside you so bad.” he whimpers out the last words as you climb on top of him, his hands finding your hips before sliding down to the fat of your ass to give it a good squeeze.

wasting no time, you guide his cum covered cock to your entrance, your pussy already dripping wet from listening to his sleepy moans. you lower yourself down slowly, pleasured gasps leaving the both of your lips as your warm walls welcome him in.

“fuuuuuck, you feel sooo good- mmm- s-so warm, and- nngh- wet, love this pussy s'much baby,” the tip of his cock, thick and flushed a shade of purplish pink, smooches your cervix instantly as he thrusts his hips up.

and he just keeps babbling and whimpering as you ride him- except he just can't help but to guide you along his length at his pace, moving you up and down slowly as he savors every single second his cock’s enveloped inside your tight pussy.

“yeeees- that's it- hmph- god you're so perfect, s-so beautiful, so- hah- tight around me-”

the way he’s whimpering beneath you, how pretty he looks when he’s worshipping your pussy, it makes your tummy tighten as that heat coils inside of you, already feeling like it's ready to burst.

but then you notice something as you open your eyes to look back down at him— he’s crying while he talks about how good you feel, his lips pouted and tears streaming down his face as his whimpers turn to sobs.

“choso? are you okay?” you breathe out, placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself as he starts moving you along his throbbing cock faster.

“shiiiit baby- how are you- hngh- so perfect? i love you sososo much i cant- mmm- can't get enough- please, pleasepleaseplease-”

his voice cracks as his cock spurts strand after strand of thick, gooey cum inside of you, your walls quivering and squeezing his cock as you cum with him. 

“oh god, cho-” you gasp, your breasts heaving as you pant, a mixture of your syrupy slick and his sticky cum drip down to the base of his cock in thick globs. 

choso sniffles a few times, and as you try to roll off of him, he grips your hips tight.

“n-no, please, just… can we stay like this? just… keep me warm until morning?” 

his voice comes out shaky, his eyes glassy and flushed cheeks glistening with tears. 

“fine, i’ll stay like this for the rest of the night, okay? but no more crying.” a smile tugs at your lips as you lean down to kiss his tears away before resting your head on his chest. 

but after a few silent minutes, his heartbeat thudding against your ears and his hand tracing small circles along your back, the soft sounds of sniffling fill the room. 

“s-sorry, you just-”

“i know choso, i know.” 

a/n: sorry this is kinda ass i wrote it when i was half asleep and i did not proofread it<3

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[dreamheavn]

my point still stands, like asking authors things on here when u know nothing much abt the character, and ur literally a minor….? 🌚

what does me being a minor have anything to do with anything? if i notice mdni then i respect that and avoid, and if anyone asked me to not interact i wouldn’t. so trying to “insult” me ig over my age doesn’t mean anything.