Hi all! I'm BladeStar, they/them. I'm a multifandom writer and lover of sexy fictional men. I'm reblog-heavy but also post original written content on here.
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Leon Kennedy Masterlist
Sandor Clegane Masterlist
Original Work Masterlist
Screenshot Compendium
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Requests are open! 1/3 slots open as of May 23, 2026. Request rules:
SFW and NSFW allowed
Dead dove content allowed
Requests sent to me should not be sent to others
I reserve the right to say no to requests
Fandoms & Characters I'll do Requests for:
Game of Thrones (TV show) - Sandor Clegane
Resident Evil (Games & CGI Movies) - Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Monsters from the games
A short and smutty oneshot based on an anonymous request. Can imagine just about any Leon in here RE4 or later. Fem!Reader. Sexual frustration. Strangers to hookup to lovers. Doggy style. Prone bone. Just some good old-fashioned smut.
Hope you enjoy, anon!
Leon Kennedy Masterlist
“Girl, you look like you’re barely holding on,” your friend said as the two of you sat down to meet for coffee on a Thursday after work.
You gave her a withering look, “Gee, good to see you, too.”
She ignored your sour disposition and kept talking, “We are going out together this weekend,” she declared, “And you can’t say no. You’ve already canceled plans with me three times in the past month.”
“Yeah, cuz I had that big project at work. Ya know, the thing that had me working overtime almost every week for over a year?”
She rolled her eyes, “Uh huh, and now the project is done. What would you do this weekend without me, anyway? Watch TV on your own? Jack off a million times?”
You kicked her under the table with a scowl, “Shut up! Fine!”
You hated how right she was. Your weekend plans really were going to be lounging around and making yourself cum as much as possible.
Well. Trying to make yourself cum.
And that was one of the big reasons you were so tense. You hadn’t cum in months and hadn’t had sex in over a year. This dry spell had you desperate. Work had eaten up so much of your time that finding dates or hookups was simply impossible. And you were so stressed and so exhausted that you couldn’t make yourself cum. You’d either end up crying in frustration or passing out from fatigue.
Fuck, maybe going out was a good idea.
The anticipation built in you during the evening and into the next day, and by the time work ended on Friday, you were practically buzzing with excitement. Even if you couldn’t get fucked, you could at least dance and drink your woes away. It was always fun to unwind with your friend, anyway.
You met her at your favorite bar Friday night, both of you dressed in outfits that showed more than they covered, cash ready to tip any live performers. The bar was a great place to pregame—good food, cheap shots, and a fifty-fifty chance at live music. It was perfect to get into the mood for the club later. It was busy with the rush of DC white-collar workers and government employees that always came after work, still dressed in their work clothes. You and your friend were the only ones dressed to turn heads.
You sat together at the bartop and the familiar feeling of the barstool under you made you relax already. You ordered a round of shots and some nachos to get the night started.
“Cheers!” you and your friend cried out as you clinked your shot glasses together.
You threw the shot back and savored the burn of the vodka going down your throat. Fuck, it had been too damn long since you had any fun.
“Ooh there’s an actual smile on your face,” your friend teased good-naturedly, “Hold on, lemme take a photo!”
You swatted playfully at her, “Fuck off.”
You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be annoyed with her, especially not when the platter of cheap nachos was placed in front of you. Fake queso and everything.
When the second plate was brought out, your friend excused herself and scampered off to the bathrooms, leaving you to munch the food on your own. You had a feeling you wouldn’t make it to the club later, but you didn’t mind. The live music was good, the food was good, the drinks were good. Yeah, you were feeling pretty fantastic.
However, when your friend was gone for a solid ten minutes, you began to worry. You turned to get off your barstool, only to see her sitting at a booth and getting cozy with some guy. You caught her gaze and quirked a brow at her and she mouthed sorry at you before laughing at something the guy said.
Ugh.
At least one of you was getting lucky tonight.
“Is this seat free?” a deep voice asked.
You spun so fast you nearly snapped your neck. Beside you stood one of the most attractive men you’d ever seen in your life. Dirty blond hair that covered his face with fringe. A tight blue shirt that showed off his well-built torso. A leather jacket that screamed expensive. A jawline you’d very much like to kiss along. Blue eyes you could get lost in. And… wait, he’d asked you something, hadn’t he?
“Oh, er, go ahead,” you said awkwardly, “My friend ditched me,” you said, gesturing toward where she and that guy were now making out.
Ah, she’d always been a free spirit.
The man beside you chuckled and took a seat where your friend once sat. As he got closer, you took a subtle sniff. Damn, he even smelled nice.
“Whiskey, neat,” he said to the bartender, “And something for the lady.”
“Water,” you said with a smirk, “I don’t let strange men buy me drinks.”
It was a test, of course, and the man gave a smirk and nodded, “Mhm, smart.”
Ok. First test passed.
The bartender poured the man his whiskey and gave you a glass of water. You held your glass toward the man and smiled when he clinked his against it.
“Name’s Leon,” he said before taking a sip of his drink.
You introduced yourself and took a gulp of your water before grabbing some more nachos.
“So, what brings you here?” Leon asked, eyeing you up and down, “You’re not exactly dressed for a joint like this.”
“Well, we were just pregaming,” you drawled, “We were supposed to go to the club, next, but…”
His blue eyes cut over to your friend and mirth spread across his features, “Yeah, looks like your friend already found her entertainment for the night.”
You turned to look, only to turn straight into her. She had the decency to look sheepish as she approached.
“Er, I’m gonna head out with Marcus, here,” she said, nodding toward the man behind her. Her eyes darted between you and Leon before narrowing slightly, “You good?”
You nodded, “I’m good. You owe me a night out, though. You’re paying for everything next time.”
She gave you a grin and a salute, “Aye, ma’am!” she declared before glancing at Leon again, “And be safe, ok?”
“You, too,” you said with barely concealed amusement.
Once your friend and her boytoy were gone, you turned back to Leon before both of you began to snicker at your friend’s antics.
“She seems… spirited,” the man said into his drink.
You rolled your eyes fondly, “Yeah. She’s a wild one.”
“What about you? Got any of that wild side?”
You smirked at him, “Mm, why don’t you get to know me and find out?”
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Two hours later and you were screaming like a banshee into the expensive bedding in his fancy-ass apartment. You’d already cum twice—once on his fingers and once on his mouth—and you were now rapidly hurtling toward your third orgasm as Leon gave you the best fuck of your life. Dry spell? Officially ended.
Leon fucked you with a single-minded focus to make you cum. His hips slapped against your ass with lewd, wet sounds as his dick hit your sweet spot on every thrust. You’d literally never been with a man who managed to be so precise as he took you apart. Well, it helped that Leon was also fucking hung. You wailed as his thick girth stretched you so much it burned a little.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Leon groaned as he leaned over you, pressing his weight on you, chest pinning you to the bed, “You’re so wet for me, gorgeous. So sensitive, too. It’s so hot.”
“M-more, please!”
Leon chuckled in your ear and maneuvered you until you were flat on the bed and your eyes rolled back at just how delicious he felt in this position. You’d never done prone bone before, and now you needed it every day. Specifically with Leon. He felt even bigger like this, and you came with a pathetic cry of his name, feeling your cum soaking his navel and your thighs. It splashed around with each wet thrust, and you felt yourself get even more turned on at just how messy you were being.
“Look at that,” Leon rasped, “Squirtin’ all over me, beautiful.”
You grunted in response, beyond words at this point. And, shit, Leon was still going. Cock hard and hot and throbbing and you almost wished he wasn’t wearing a condom just so you could really feel him.
“Mmf, gonna cum, baby,” Leon moaned as his hips stuttered, “Oh, fuck!”
He groaned your name as he came, his hips twitching against yours as you felt extra warmth fill the condom inside you. You whimpered as he collapsed atop you, happy to be pinned wholly under his weight. Both of you were gasping for air, bodies a sticky mess of sweat and cum, and Leon was gentle as he eventually pulled out of you.
You expected him to begin cleaning himself up, maybe nudge you toward the door, but you were delightfully surprised when he helped you to the bathroom. He let you do your business and shower first before taking his turn. You felt a little guilty using his super expensive body soap, but you figured he could afford it. When you were clean—though still a touch shaky—you exited the bathroom to find Leon holding a bundle of clothes toward you.
“Should be comfortable enough to sleep in,” he murmured, “Get comfortable, yeah?”
You nodded mutely. This was… not just a hookup, was it?
He smiled at you as you took the clothes and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading into the bathroom himself.
You grinned like a giddy schoolgirl as you got dressed and crawled into his freshly-changed bed and under the covers.
A girl could get used to this, you thought.
And, several years later, you had. And Leon was always there to make sure you never went through a dry spell again.
Not trying to sound like a boomer but going to an art museum for the first time in a minute is wild because like... (visual) art really does hit different when its not on a tiny screen the size of your palm
can not recommend letting your child do a big scream when they are frustrated enough. Just straight up ask them like "hey do you need to do a big scream?" And if they say yes let cover your ears and say okay GO and let them scream because you know what eventually when you're really frustrated your little person with your face is gonna look at you with their ears covered and yell "HEY DO YOU NEED TA DO A BIG SCHREAM?!" and you can just... do a big scream and it won't scare them and you will feel better too
pro tip you can just grab a bunch of random parts from dumpsters and hardware stores and computer stores and just attach them together haphazardly and then put it in your suitcase and take it to the airport and get arrested pretty much 100% of the time
