Kenzy

[gtgbabie0]

Could I request a fic about making those “special videos” with Leon….?🫪

hehehe yes, yes you definitely can <3 18+ sorry its a little all over the place I’m sick lol x

There isn’t much Leon wouldn’t do for you, so when you confess to him just how much you’ve been missing him whilst he’s away at work and how porn just doesn’t do it for you anymore… well, it’s him that suggests making a little home video together, and you’re more than willing.

He starts off slowly, kissing your neck as he crowds you back against the pillows, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt, caressing over your ribs and up to your breasts until you’re arching up into him.

“You sure you’re up for it, yeah?”

you nod almost instantly with a breathy, “uh-huh,” your lips parting as his tongue slowly licks into your mouth, the kiss tapering off into wet pecks along your jaw before he pulls back to grab your phone with a glint in his blue eyes.

Before you know it, he’s got you stripped and all spread open on your shared bed with your phone balanced against the pillows catching the way he plays with your slick pussy— his thick fingers spreading your plump folds open for the camera, running over your sticky labia.

“Aww, look at you, baby,” he coos roughly, teasing your achy clit in slow little circles, “such a messy pussy, dribbling everywhere, soaking the sheets already, and I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

You whimper pathetically, hips bucking up into his hand, and he tuts in disapproval, pressing you back down with his free hand to keep your ass flat against the mattress.

“please Leon-” your words come out all choked, hands curling into the bedsheets tightly as his fingers tease your fluttering entrance.

“I know. I’ve got you, baby.” He drawls out, rubbing your clit a little firmer, faster, just to hear you whimper his name out breathlessly. Then, finally, he pushes two thick fingers into your tight hole— letting the camera capture the way your pussy swallows his digits up with a fifthly squelch right down to his knuckles.

Leon is also a big fan of making you face the camera when he’s fucking you into the mattress; he wants you to remember the ache of him filling you up when you’re alone in bed watching these little videos with your hand between your thighs, missing him.

“Look at the camera, look at how good I’m fucking my girl.” His fingers curl around your jaw, coaxing your head to the side so you can look at yourself in the reflection of your phone's camera, completely ruined, as his fat cock stretches you out so deliciously— his tip nudging that gummy spot deep inside you that makes you dizzy.

Your breath catches, a whiny moan falls from your kiss-bitten lips. He takes the opportunity to press his ring and middle fingers into your mouth as his other hand pushes one knee up towards your chest, his thrusts deepening, the wet slap of skin against skin picked up by the crappy phone mic along with the way you gurgle obscenely around his fingers as you gush around his length whilst he cums inside you in thick, hot spurts.

And obviously he’s gotta show the camera the prefect mess you’ve made together, because god forbid you forget whilst he’s away! He kneels between your legs, phone tilted down to capture the way he runs the fat head of his cock through your sticky folds, collecting his cum on his leaky tip and pushing it back inside your pussy with a rough chuckle when your thighs get all twitchy, and you whine about it being too much.

“Fuck— think you got enough material, baby?” He asks all breathlessly, dropping the phone onto the bed before collapsing beside you on the bed with a grin, looking far too proud of himself.

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[gtgbabie0]

💭 thinking about re9!Leon Kennedy threatening to shave his happy trail 18+ I’m insane about him oml

He’s standing at the foot of your queen-sized bed in a pair of boxers, having just gotten out of the shower. “I think I might need to shave this off soon, baby.” Your head instantly snaps up at his direction, dropping the book you were reading onto the mattress beside you.

You watch in silent horror as he runs his hand over the dark hairs that dust across his chest and down towards that delicious happy trail of his, his brows all pinched together in contemplation, even the thought of him considering it sent you into panic.

“Absolutely not. No,” you tell him, shaking your head in vehement protest as you shuffle to the end of the bed on your knees.

His eyes catch yours, and his frown softens into a grin. “Look at it, baby, it’s getting out of control down here.” He huffs in amusement, fingers still grazing over the coarse hairs, heart melting a little at the way your lips purse out into a frowny pout.

“It’s sexy, Leon.” You tell him, brushing his hands away from the sacred trail with a huff. “You’re not allowed to just shave it all off.” your fingers now toy with the waistband of his boxers.

He chuckles, cupping your cheeks between his big palms and tilting your head back. “Not allowed? What you gonna stop me?”

“No… but if you shave it off I-I-” you pause, wracking your sleepy brain for a suitable punishment, “I won’t have sex with you until it grows back.”

“Oh, fighting talk, huh? You wouldn’t last a week, babe.” He replies smugly, knowing for a fact that he’s not wrong. You barely survive when he gets pulled away by his ever-demanding job, always relying on those special homemade videos you both made.

You groan in frustration, and he coos down at you, running the pad of his thumb over your pouty lips to try and coax you to smile— but it doesn’t work, you seem genuinely heartbroken, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him just a little.

“C’mon… don’t look at me like that, baby, it needs taming.”

You don’t answer, but your expression turns determined. You lean forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you press a wet kiss right over the hard ridge of his abs. His fingers slip into your hair, tightening a little at the roots, your name catching in his chest as you drag your tongue back up his firm stomach.

“Oh Fuck-” his voice comes out hoarse, ragged.

“Promise me you won’t get rid of it.” You tell him, dragging sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down to his V-line, and when he doesn’t answer right away, you pull back, scowling at him. “Promise me, Leon.”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise… I’ll keep it, s’all yours gorgeous.” He breathes out heavily from above you, dick already hard and twitching to life against the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Good.” You beam up him happily, tugging the waistband of his boxers down a little further with a lick of your lips.

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AN: is this a safe space to say I love big hairy men and women?

[mewnbuns]

f/o who’s just constantly bricked up whenever you let him take care of you

[sleepwalkletters]

INHERITANCE 𓆕 MASTERLIST

draco malfoy x reader

Draco Malfoy never learned when playtime ends. Raised together in the same pure-blood world, you were inseparable as children—but the teenage Draco still acts like a boy who always gets that he wants, and the line between friendship and possession begins to blur.

content: 18+ mdni, f!reader, smut, childhood friends to lovers, loss of innocence, corruption, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, codependency, alcohol, voyeurism, somno., cheating, coming of age

wc: 37k

status: ongoing

part I

part II

part III

vignette I

part IV

vignette II

part V

part VI

part VII

part VIII

...

MISC.

draco thoughts

...

a/n: I seriously keep forgetting to tag people, please comment on this if you'd like to be on the taglist!

AO3 © SLEEPWALK LETTERS 2026

[slowerghost]

vendetta leon falling asleep on ur boobs and snoring. anyway

[cigarettesafteranakin]

grinding on Master Skywalker’s boner through his sweatpants after you end up straddling him when you beat him in a sparring match.

Honestly, and maybe this is just me, but I picture him letting you win instead.

But let me be more... explicit 👅

He is aware how easy it would be to just flip the script and pin you down; come on, it's the Anakin Skywalker we're talking about. Not only does he outrank you, but he outpowers you—perhaps in any shape or form—and as much as he adores that pout on your face every time he wins again, Anakin finds himself rather curious.

What if he lets you win? Just this once?

Turns out, it's actually the most rewarding outcome he could've experienced, and deep down, he curses himself for not doing it sooner.

His hands squeeze your waist, but you are too busy savoring your victory. He hears you chanting something about him being a loser and you being the winner, but… you might as well be speaking a whole different language, because it enters through one ear and slides out the other. He's too busy admiring the bead of sweat that trickles down the side of your neck, or how you—absentmindedly—move your hips, just a tiny grind… but then it happens again, and again… and then it happens.

Anakin bites down on his bottom lip, his blue eyes tracing down your body, not bothering to hide it. His fingers squeeze your waist one last time before moving to your hips, settling you further down on his lap.

"Yeah, you won, gorgeous. Hope you feel proud of yourself." His voice is low, meant to sound encouraging, but it comes out more like a purr. "Think you can win again? Or is this a one-time occurrence?"

His cock twitches, barely concealed by the sweatpants folds and thick fabric. If you move just a little closer, you'd definitely feel him, and Anakin? Gods, he wants you to feel him. Desperately so.

Perhaps next time he will let you wrestle him instead of sparring.

[seribun]

calling leon by his middle name. he loves it… maybe a little too much (18+)

“leon— mmhm, fuck!”

the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoed in the room, along with your moans and his grunts. he’d been back from whatever mission he was on, a week ago. and he’d missed your pussy, and you deeply, which he was showing you enthusiastically.

“so tight f’me, baby,” he grunts, his voice low and breathless, hips pounding into you relentlessly. “missed you so— hah... so much.”

you could only wantonly moan in response with the way he had you spread under him, legs propped up on his broad and muscular shoulders, copious amounts of slick leaking from around his cock, trickling down your ass and into the bedsheet, ruining them.

you wrapped your hands around his strong forearms, digging your nails and leaving behind bloody half crescent indents, and if it was possible, it turned him on even more.

he let out a deep, throaty groan. fuck, you couldn’t get any better. “yes, baby. that’s it, mark me up.”

he moved faster now, almost at a punishing pace, eliciting a few tears out of your eyes.

“baby… scott— you’re too fast! ah… slow down,” you whine, almost crying out, nails still digging onto his forearm.

the moment his brain registers what you just said, he freezes. literally. his hips stutter mid-thrust, the rhythm faltering altogether and then, he stops. “what’d you just say?” he asks, observing your face, watching a tear roll down from your eyes to your temple.

you breathe deeply, easing your body, and loosening your grip on his forearms. “what?”

you look at him, eyes locked with his. why did he stop? you just asked him to slow down, didn’t you? “i just… wanted you to slow down… you were going too hard.”

“no, not that. what did you call me?” he asks, his voice was soft, body at ease now, not strained. just propped up above you on his forearm.

oh. you had called him by his middle name. scott. you would’ve been worried about him being displeased if it was not for his cock twitching traitorously inside you. “scott. it slipped. my bad,” you say, smiling coquettishly.

leon smiled back, almost boyishly. he reached up and gently grabbed you by the thighs, pulling back just enough to dislodge your legs from his shoulders and letting them fall back on the bed, eyes never leaving yours.

“well, don’t let me stop you,” he says softly, propping himself back on his forearms that rested besides your shoulders. you noticed his face was flushed when he leaned closer, that silly smile never leaving his face.

“leon scott kennedy, are you blushing?” you giggle in amusement.

he groans softly, burrowing his face into the curve of your neck, breathing in your scent. you giggle again, one hand coming up to play with his hair.

“did you like it when i called you scott?”

he lifts up his head, just slightly, to look back into your eyes. “…a little.” when you kept looking at him, he surrendered. “‘kay, yeah. i did. that was hot—you are hot. fuck, i missed you.”

not even a millisecond later, his lips were on yours, tasting and coaxing you open. and then, a soft thrust, which had you grip his biceps. his whole body was weighing down on you, every inch of his skin pressed against yours.

“scott,” you whimpered in his ears, voice soft and gentle, as he kept thrusting into you shallowly.

“christ, you’re going to be the death of me, love,” he grunted out, increasing his pace. “dont stop.”

it didn’t take too long for you to come apart under him, pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock as your orgasm crashed over you. soon enough, he followed with a choked grunt, emptying himself inside you, filling you up to the brim.

after you had caught your breath, you couldn’t help but giggle again. “now i know just what to say to get you blushing like a schoolgirl.”

leon huffed out a breathless laugh, looking at you with amusement. “not if i make you scream it all night long. think you can handle a second round, hmm?”

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[seribun]

husbands are supposed to keep pretty pictures of their wives in their wallets; if they keep a photo at all, that is. and the photo leon has of you in his wallet is not pretty.

you had picked up his wallet while you left the house in a hurry to run some errands. inside it were not many things—just a costco card, his driver’s license, emergency cash folded neatly, a receipt from eight months ago, his credit card, a photo of your daughter from when she was a toddler, and a photo of you.

it’s a polaroid from when you were pregnant with your daughter and horking down a giant burrito. your hair in a messy bun and some guac smeared on the corner of your lips. out of all the pictures leon could’ve kept in his wallet, he decided on this one. it almost made you laugh in the supermarket.

It’s when you return home that you find him sitting in the garage, working on his bike. you didn’t even ask the question, just wheeze and show him the photo.

leon looks up from the chain of the bike that he was fixing after hearing your laughter and then looking at the small polaroid in your hand. “i keep that in my wallet,” he says calmly, matter-of-factly.

“i look ridiculous,” you huff out. “i’m stuffing that burrito down like i’ve never had food!”

“you look happy, and you’re glowing,” he corrects, a fond smile on his face, as if remembering that moment. “and that’s my favourite photo of you, so i won’t be hearing anything against it.”

© seribun.

[menmadeofwarninglabels]

Domestic Leon Kennedy Headcannon

He comes home at 3:12 AM after a mission that took three days and also his will to live.

He doesn’t turn on the lights or announce himself, he just heads to your kitchen in full tac gear and opens the fridge.

He drinks orange juice straight from the carton like the raw vitamin C will somehow fix all the cuts, bruises, and trauma.

You walk in half-asleep, flicking on the light with an audible click.

He goes completely still, like a raccoon you’ve just caught in your kitchen. He's too tired, too committed, and obviously considering whether freezing counts as a survival strategy.

He pauses.

You pause.

Then he nods once like this is a completely normal household interaction, tips the juice back, and finishes the carton.

He tries to shoot it into the open trash can.

Misses.

Shuffles across the kitchen, picks it up, and gently places it in the trash can.

you just blink at him.

"they trust you to save the world?" you ask.

"I can't believe it either," he says and turns the light off. "Dead tired. Let's go to bed."

[thisisnotme9]

fuuuuhhhhk

[thisisnotme9]

Be Quiet

While hanging out at the hot tub with some friends, Leon can’t help but feel a massive boner grow whenever he sees you in your bathing sit.

CW: handjob, public sex

AN: ughhh love

“Shit.” Leon mumbles quiet enough where you can only hear it.

While looking at your friend across the hot tub, you have to suppress a smirk whenever you hear the small whimper from your index finger rubbing against his frenulum.

Being at a pool party with some friends and your boyfriend Leon means that bathing suits will be involved. Leon loves to see you in a bathing suit. Watching your tits bounce when you walk and have the occasional nip slip makes his head dizzy, and not from water in his ear.

Leon’s hand comes to rest on your thigh underneath the water, his nails digging into the soft skin as your hand continues to move slowly up and down his veiny shaft.

“No, that’s what I was saying. I think it’s crazy she’d do that to you.” You say to your friend Lia across from you.

Jess’s eyes drift between you and Leon, eyebrow raising from his dazed expression. “Leon, you good?”

Leon immediately nods, a soft smile appearing on his flushed face. “Y-yeah! I’m—I’m doing great. Tired is all.” He says slightly more high pitched.

You grin, quickening your pace and circling your palm around the swollen tip, feeling the precum exit the head then quickly wash away from the water.

Leon can’t help but let out a strangled moan, but he quickly covers it up with a cough, looking away into the woods behind him as your hand picks up pace even more.

You feel his cock twitch underneath your palm, signaling he’s already close.

Turning back to Lia, you smile. “Anyway, what were we talking abo—”

Your words are quickly cut off by the sound of Leon letting out a chain of moans and whimpers. You feel the warm cum drip into the water, and you squeeze his shaft slightly while palming his tip, helping him ride out of orgasm.

This makes Jess widen his eyes before he looks between the two you of, realization hitting him. “Are you jerking him off?”

AN: this was crazy short, but it’s been so long since I’ve written, I thought this would be enough for now. I love you guys 😘

[silverfinish]

nsfw

ages 18+ only

Leon hates having his hair (and back) touched by anyone who isn’t you. Only you could dip your fingers into his locks or drag your nails down his back and turn him into a carnal, heaving mess.

Leon loves having you wrapped around him like a backpack. He carries you around the house on his back with your arms wrapped around his neck. Whisper into his ear and you’ll soon be under him.

Leon secretly wants to be under you, letting you take charge of him. Tell him how good he feels. Tell him how much you love him. Then use him like a toy.

Leon knows his ultimate weakness with you — his hair. Mess it up, play with it, tug on it, just weave your fingers in his hair. If you’re making love, he’ll wait for you to pull his hair before he slides himself into you. It drives him absolutely crazy, eyes rolling back into his head as he nearly sees stars. He’ll bury his face into the crook of your neck and whine until you play with/pull his hair. And when you do, it spurs him on, pushing your hips down into the mattress with his weight. What comes after is pure ecstasy.

Leon will pull out if you ask, but prefers to finish inside. Less of a mess, he says. His sweat-streaked hair will fall over his eyes when he lifts himself off you, looking at his masterpiece. He’ll roll out of bed to get you cleaned up, but not before placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

[ssztar]

Holy gorgeous

[thisisnotme9]

Okay I have an idea for the next fic.

I AM BEYOND SORRY!!!

I haven’t had the drive to write or read anything recently due to some personal things, but I’m gonna try to write something.

The idea is lowkey Leon getting horny whenever you guys get into a hot tub full of your friends, so you jerk him off underneath the water while continuing conversation.

Is that something you guys would like to see or do you have any other ideas?? Lmk!!

Love ya 🥹💕

[hoovesnhorns]

credit: @Aeon_holic on x

Head empty, no thoughts upon seeing this.. just wow 🥹

Update: Been informed in comments that artist used AI to help(?) create this stunning piece and their account on Twitter is no longer active 😔

[shattered-sky]

Hayden’s hair is getting so long 😍

[t03soup]

He's so bf I'm gonna cry