Sirius

He/They - 22 - uk

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[000l]

[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.

[daysleftofsecondterm]

980 days left

[levourdalak]

I dreamt that there was a new meme that went, “If I dids it, I dids it. If I didsn’t, I didsn’t.” There was a third line, but I forgot what it was.

[nifeandaccurate]

happy to report i’m back on my bullshit

and a rare variant

[levourdalak]

HOW DID YOU KNOW THEY WERE CAT MEMES IN MY DREAM

[nifeandaccurate]

>:3€

[levourdalak]

THAT’S IT, THAT’S THE MEME FROM MY DREAM

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[m-r-s-dot-kennedy]

Sideways

~ ♡ ~

“Turn to the side.”

Leon’s raspy, hoarse voice cuts through your sleep–fogged brain. You let out a noncommittal, confused sound, too lazy to open your eyes just yet. Still, you attempt to regain your bearings.

You’re in your bed. Of course you are. Where else would you be? That’s one thing that never changes. What fluctuates from time to time is whether you’re alone here or not. And even though your subconscious knows that you’re not, your hand still flies out to pat the other side of the bed.

Warm. Solid. Moving.

That’s Leon’s chest, for sure. You let out a sigh of relief. Like he couldn’t magically disappear overnight. Well, actually he could, no magic needed. Just D.S.O.

Having your husband home is… good. Your hazy brain can’t come up with any better word. With every passing second, you become more and more aware of a steady, strong arm wrapped around your waist, of his bare, scarred body that lays beside you, his torso fluttering with every breath he takes, his cock, already semi–hard. You feel hot flesh poke your hipbone as Leon moves to spoon you.

“How… what time is it?” you manage, still practically half-asleep.

Leon doesn’t miss a beat. “Perfect time to spread your pussy wide for me. In layman terms, it’s 4 AM.”

“Are you for real? It’s still nighttime—”

“Baby, they want me out by six. Open up.” He pats your inner thigh.

“Wait, what? Who? ‘Out’? Where ‘out’? Do you mean… work? Now? Today?” you ramble, way too sleepy to comprehend at least anything.

Leon doesn’t answer, just juts his lips shut.

“Right. Classified. Of course,” you mutter, rubbing a palm down your face. “That’s ridiculous, though. I literally am your wife.”

“That’s right. So turn to the side and let me into my wife’s pussy,” Leon rasps into your ear.

You move on instinct, knowing that there’s not much you can do about his sudden leave. Allowing him to fuck you goodbye is the best option out there. You move to your side and part your thighs, enough to leave plenty of space between them. Leon’s body is so unbearably hot beside yours like a goddamn furnace, even more so that he’s practically naked. You can’t remember how many rounds you two went last night—you know for sure that you definitely had sex, per se, because you go at it every night when he’s home. Probably more than one, given your heavy drowsiness and the feel of dried mess between your thighs that you suddenly get aware of.

 Didn’t even get to clean up. Or maybe you did, but Leon’s cum just oozed out of your hole while you were asleep. 

Leon blatantly enjoys the view of his spend between your legs. “Jeez. I mean, jizz. I’ve been thinking… since loads technically do turn into babies eventually, they could be animated. Can you imagine how lonely they must be in here then when I nut just once? You just have to start letting me coming in you twice per round.”

You can’t even argue with that logic. Your husband just has a heart made out of gold and a cock made out of stone.

Still, you can’t help but rain on his parade. “There’s like millions of them per ejaculation…”

Definitely not the type of conversation you expected to have at ass–in–the–morning–o’clock. But that’s the price you have to pay for your ‘I do’.

Leon remains completely, utterly unbothered, not even looking up from his important task of smearing pre–cum over the tip of his dick. “...Really? Good to know that I make millions within seconds in more ways than once, then.”

You look down, watching him. He never puts underwear back on after you two were done for the night, neither did you. That’s why it always is extra funny to watch him look for clean boxers first thing after he gets awakened in the middle of the night from a work call.

There was not a single day when you weren’t greeted by his morning wood. Ever since quitting drinking completely, his cock was finally back to being up and at them. But now that he’s pushing fifty, erectile dysfunction could spawn any day, so Leon didn’t want to waste any time.

You gasp as he pushes his hips forward, spooning you from the side and impales you on his dick, straight to the hilt. It feels so incredibly right. Like he should never pull out. You remember falling asleep with him still inside of you but with your tendency to toss and turn, you probably made him slip out. And now Leon’s cock finally back where it belongs.

“Fuck me… exactly what I needed,” he moans low in his throat, pulling out completely to slam back in roughly just for the hell of it, to enjoy your whimpers and the way your fingers clutch the bedsheets. “Just… just need to use you real quick.”

So you let him.

Leon’s hips bang against yours as he drives his dick in and out of your cunt, balls slapping wetly against your damp skin. You know for a fact you two most definitely stain the sheets, your mixed juices dripping down his shaft and your ass, making the bed soaked right under where you two are joint. 

He doesn’t say much, doesn’t even make any sounds, just grunts into your neck while a big calloused palm rests on the curve of your hip. You bask in the knowledge of being in power to make him feel good and if all he needs to start the day is to bully your pussy—he can go ahead anytime, no need to even wake you up.

Leon’s cockhead kisses your G–spot without even trying, his body instinctively angling just right. You can’t help but cry out, not even expecting to have an orgasm that early in the morning but here you are.

“The tightest thing ever,” he eventually grits out, feeling your walls spasm. “Turning me into a goddamn early bird.”

“Are you… close?” you squeeze out, clutching the corner of your pillow for dear life.

“Is the sky blue, baby?” Leon mutters, still pounding into you mercilessly.

You want to tell him that you actually are about to come, too but at that same moment his fingers grasp your chin, turning your head slightly to crash his lips against yours. He kisses you hungrily, almost desperately, totally on edge. Your tongue tangles with his and you just can’t bring yourself to stop kissing him. Leon doesn’t pull away either.

His rhytm stutters, now messy and inconsistent. His cock reaches far enough to make you squeeze his length tighter than a fist would, all the while his lips still possess yours. When he nudges your front wall for an umpteeth time, you finally get your fill of him.

You grind your rear into his crotch to make him go as deep as he could, while your spine dips involuntarily as your head falls in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Your orgasm doesn’t feel neccessarily intense; it just feels right. Still mind–blowing enough to make you dig the heels of your feet into the mattress.

Then Leon moves away to slam into you fiercely and you moan into his mouth. His lips part into a round ‘o’ as he explodes right inside of you, coating your insides with enough ropes of cum to turn them pearly white.

Leon pants, tucking his face into your soft neck. You feel his hot breath on the sensitive skin, making you shiver involuntarily.

“You drained me dry,” he complaints, voice muffled against your flesh. “Dumping a load is relieving but I feel too empty now. What if you milked everything outta me, huh?”

You snort. “If only that was possible. Your body is unaware it’s fourty–nine.”

“You keep me young, gorgeous,” Leon smirks. “And I keep you full. The only kind of fifty fifty you deserve.”

Your own lips twitch in a grin. You know that you two are ignoring the elephant in the room that is his upcoming mission, but right now you don’t want to think about the fact that he’s about to leave very soon.

What you do acknowledge is that there’s definitely no better way to wake up in the morning.

~ ♡ ~

[tothelions]

WHITE NOISE - Leon Kennedy x Reader

content: re9!leon x gn!reader. married couple. pure tooth rotting fluff. leon has hearing problems and tinnitus.

notes: little fluff as a thank you for 200 followers 🎉 and all of the love on my past works. every single note means the world to me and, even tho i most of the times fail when it comes to interacting with people, i really appreciate you and wish i could initiate convos with so many of you. enjoy!

Before you even opened your eyes, you knew it was a perfect day. The lingering chill of winter had finally broken, giving way to the very first warm, sunny morning of early spring. The sun had already risen, its light incredibly warm against your face. Through the closed window you could faintly hear the sweet chorus of a family of birds that had settled in the budding trees outside. You blinked, watching the dust motes lazily dance in the sunbeams.

Leon was still asleep, which was a miracle. He was usually restless, especially after hard days. But in that moment, he was completely out, making him look at peace in a way that made your heart swell with an overwhelming tide of affection. Lying on his stomach, one muscular arm draped across your waist, holding you against his side. His face was buried half in the plush pillow, half in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning across your collarbone with every deep exhale. You took a moment to look at him. The years had matured him gracefully, dusting his dark blonde hair with silver and etching fine lines around his eyes, lines that deepened beautifully whenever he smiled at you.

You lay there for a long time, perfectly content to be pinned beneath his weight. It was a Saturday, a day that belonged entirely to the two of you. There was no rush, no schedule, nowhere else in the world either of you needed to be. The house was a sanctuary of peace, and you wanted to savor every second of it.

Eventually, the faint and persistent rumble of your own stomach reminded you that it was time to start the day. You wanted to make him something special, something warm and comforting to wake up to. Moving with the practiced stealth of someone who deeply cherished their husband's rest, you gently slipped your hand under his heavy forearm. Inch by inch you lifted his arm, sliding out from beneath the covers and quickly replacing the empty space beside him with a long body pillow. Leon stirred, his brow furrowing for a fraction of a second before he wrapped his arms around the pillow, burying his face into the fabric. You smiled, pressing a feather light kiss to his sleep tousled hair, and quietly padded out of the room.

The hardwood floors were cool beneath your bare feet as you walked down the hallway. The house was silent, wrapped in a blanket of morning stillness. As you entered the kitchen, the sunlight was already spilling across the counter tops, reflecting off the polished surfaces and making the whole room glow with a warm light.

You tied your favorite apron around your waist. First things first: coffee. But you knew the electric grinder would be too loud for a quiet house and more importantly, too sharp for Leon's ears. He suffered from mild hearing loss and a persistent, sometimes agonizing tinnitus. It was a lingering echo of his past that flared up when he was stressed, tired, or exposed to sharp or sudden noises. Instead, you reached for the bag of pre-ground roast he loved and set a silent kettle on the stove. While the water warmed, you gathered your ingredients. Today felt like a pancake morning. Fluffy, thick pancakes served with the fresh, sweet berries from the local market you had gone to the day before.

You set a large glass bowl on the counter and began adding the ingredients, the tap tap of the eggs against the rim of the bowl the only sound in the room. Reaching into the utensil drawer, you pulled out a standard wire whisk, the metal hitting the sides of the bowl as you mixed. Then you heard the unmistakable, heavy tread of footsteps descending the carpeted stairs. You didn't stop whisking, but you slowed your pace as the footsteps drew closer. They were slow, dragging slightly. The steps of a man who was still half asleep and entirely reluctant to leave the warmth of his bed. A moment later, his tall frame filled the doorway of the kitchen when you looked at him. He was a sight for sore eyes, wearing only a simple pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair, usually styled meticulously, was falling into his eyes in messy strands. He was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes squinted against the bright morning light pouring through the wide windows.

"Morning, handsome," you said softly.

Leon stopped, leaning his broad shoulder against the door frame, and just looked at you. A slow, soft smile spread across his face, melting away any lingering sleepiness and making his eyes crinkle at the corners. "Mornin', sweetheart," he replied, his voice a deep baritone, raspy and thick from sleep.

He pushed himself off the door frame and shuffled toward you. Before you could say another word, his arms were wrapping securely around your waist from behind. He pulled you against his chest, dipping his head to press his face into the crook of your neck. You sighed happily, leaning back into his solid, comforting warmth. He always made you feel incredibly safe.

"You left me," he mumbled into your skin, his lips brushing against it sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

"I only left to make you breakfast," you chuckled softly, your voice directed downward and away from him. "I thought you'd want to sleep in."

Leon's arms remained tightly locked around your waist, holding you flush against him, but he hummed a questioning and low note. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "Hmmm? Didn't catch that, sweetheart."

You smiled, a rush of fond warmth blooming in your chest. His hearing problems were just a part of him, mostly affecting his left ear, and accommodating to it was entirely second nature to you. You turned your head, leaning back against his chest and angling your face so your voice would carry clearly.

"I said," you repeated, raising your volume just a fraction and articulating your words with loving patience, "I only left to make you breakfast. I thought you'd want to sleep in."

"Nah. Bed felt too big and cold without you." He kissed the side of your neck again, his light stubble gently scratching your skin. "Smells good in here, though. Coffee?"

"Almost ready," you promised, turning your head further to press a tender kiss to his warm cheek. "And pancakes."

Leon squeezed you tighter, burying his nose in your hair and taking a deep breath. "You spoil me. You know that, right? I don't deserve you."

"I absolutely spoil you," you agreed playfully. "And you absolutely deserve it. Every single bit of it," you added, replacing his self deprecation with validation like you always did.

You turned your attention back to the counter and resumed whisking the batter, the metal wire clinking against the glass again. Suddenly, you felt Leon stiffen behind you. It was a small reaction, a subtle tightening of his muscles that anyone else would have missed entirely, but you knew every nuance of this man's body. The arms around your waist tightened, and he subtly pulled his head back from your neck. You stopped whisking immediately, your hands freezing over the bowl, and turned in his arms to look at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, a small wince pinching his eyebrows. He raised his left hand to the side of his head, the heel of his palm pressing firmly against his ear while his fingers massaged his temple. His jaw was locked tight, the muscles jumping rapidly beneath his skin.

Your heart squeezed with immediate, overwhelming empathy. The ringing. He had told you that sometimes it was just a low hum he could ignore with a bit of effort, but other times, it was a sharp and high pitched noise that gave him a throbbing headache.

"Hey," you whispered, your voice dropping to a soothing register, ensuring you were facing him directly so he could read your lips if the ringing was too loud. "Ringing?"

Leon opened one eye, looking down at you with a mixture of apology and deep discomfort. He gave a single, tight nod. "Yeah," he rasped. "Started when I woke up, but that scraping sound..." he stops himself, not wanting you to feel bad about it, rubbing his earlobe as if he could physically brush the noise away. "I'm sorry. I'm ruining a perfect morning."

"Don't you dare apologize to me," you said firmly, though your tone remained gentle and dripping with love. "You haven't ruined anything. Come here. Let me help you."

You moved smoothly out of his embrace and immediately swung into action, your movements focused on his comfort. First, you took the metal whisk out of the glass bowl and placed it gently into the sink, pulling out a soft silicone spatula that would be silent against the glass bowl. Next, you walked over to the stove and reached up to turn on the exhaust fan in the middle setting. It came to life with a steady rushing sound, a constant low frequency hum of white noise that filled the room.

Leon watched you from the center of the kitchen, his hand still pressed to his head, eyes tracking your movements with wonder and deep gratitude. But you weren't finished. You picked up your phone from the counter and connected it to the radio sitting on the windowsill, selecting a carefully curated playlist of instrumental lo-fi. Within seconds, the soft and mellow notes layered perfectly over the deep hum of the exhaust fan.

You walked back over to Leon, who was staring at you, the tight wince on his face had already begun to loosen significantly. "Better?" you asked softly, reaching out to gently cup his stubbled cheek.

Leon leaned heavily into your hand, turning his head to press a long, lingering kiss into your palm. "Much better. You're amazing. You know that?"

"I'm just taking care of my husband," you said, reaching up with your other hand to brush a stray, messy lock of hair away from his forehead. "Now, go sit down at the island. You're holding tension in your jaw again."

Leon didn't argue. He used to back in the day, but he rarely did anymore when you took charge of taking care of him. He walked slowly over to the large kitchen island and sat heavily on one of the tall, cushioned wooden stools, resting his thick forearms on the cool granite counter. You stepped up closely behind him and Leon immediately dropped his head forward, exposing his neck. You placed your hands flat on his broad shoulders, taking a moment to just feel the radiant heat of his skin.

You began to massage his shoulders, your thumbs pressing into the tight, stubborn knots of muscle that always gathered at the base of his neck. Leon let out a deep, rumbling groan, his head drooping further forward as his posture completely melted. You moved your hands higher, fingers slipping into the soft, thick hair at the nape of his neck, massaging the base of his skull in small, firm circles. You brought your hands around to the sides of his face, thumbs finding the hinges of his jaw.

"Unclench," you instructed gently.

He obeyed immediately, parting his lips as you began to massage his jaw using slow, sweeping motions with your thumbs, pressing deeply into the stubborn knots and urging them to finally release. You could feel the exact moment he completely let go, his whole body seemed to sink heavily into the stool. He leaned his head back against your stomach, tilting his handsome face up toward the ceiling as you continued to expertly work out the tension in his face.

Looking down at him from this angle, you were struck once again by how fiercely and unconditionally you loved this man. He was so incredibly strong, so capable of enduring unimaginable things in the world outside these walls, but right now, he was completely vulnerable, openly allowing you to soothe his pain with nothing more than your touch and your undivided attention.

After several long, peaceful minutes, you slowly lightened your touch, trailing your fingers down the sides of his neck and coming to rest affectionately on his collarbones. You leaned down and pressed a long, tender kiss to his forehead.

"Better?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leon opened his eyes slowly. They were clear, warm, and shining with an adoration that practically stole your breath away. The pinched, pained look was entirely gone, replaced by a radiant calmness.

"Perfect," he said softly. He reached up, covering your hands with his own larger, delightfully calloused ones, giving them a gentle squeeze. "Thank you. I mean it. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't ever have to find out," you promised, stepping around the stool to face him directly. You leaned in and pressed your lips fully to his. It was a slow, sweet, perfect morning kiss. Leon's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing affectionately across your skin, holding you there for longer. When you finally pulled away, you gave him a bright smile. "Now, stay put. I have pancakes to finish making, and I am armed with the silent spatula."

Leon chuckled. "Yes, love. Whatever you say."

You returned to the counter, the rest of the breakfast preparation was a peaceful and quiet. You used the silicone spatula to gently fold the thick, vanilla scented batter, considering the absence of scraping sounds a massive victory. You poured two coffees in your matching mugs, placing Leon’s softly in front of him on the granite island. He wrapped both of his hands around it, letting the heat seep into his palms. You ladled the batter onto the hot pan, the sizzle completely masked by the soft hum of the exhaust fan and the mellow notes floating through the air. You moved around the kitchen deeply aware of Leon's eyes tracking you, a comforting gaze that made you feel incredibly cherished and seen.

When the pancakes were perfectly golden brown and fluffy you plated the food, arranging the fresh berries over the top of the stacks and carried two warm plates to the island, setting one down carefully in front of Leon before taking the stool next to him.

"This looks incredible," Leon said earnestly, picking up his fork. He cut a generous piece of the pancakes, dragging it slowly through the maple syrup before taking a bite. He closed his eyes and let out a soft groan. "Oh, man. You outdid yourself today."

"I'm so glad you like them," you smiled, taking a sip of your coffee.

You sat together in comfortable, golden silence, eating your breakfast side by side. The exhaust fan continued its steady hum above the stove. The lo-fi music played its melodies from the window. The sun climbed higher in the blue sky casting bright, geometric squares of light across the hardwood floor. Halfway through the meal Leon slowed his pace, his fork resting idly against the ceramic plate. He wasn't looking at his food anymore, his blue eyes tracking the way the sunlight caught the stray strands of your hair, turning them into threads of spun glass.

He pushed his empty plate aside and stood up from his stool, but he didn't head for the sink. Instead, he took two slow steps toward you. You remained seated on your high stool, your knees naturally parting to make room for him as he stepped into your space. He moved between your legs, his thighs brushing against yours, his large hands coming to rest on your waist. You reached up and brushed your thumbs behind his ears, over the skin where the ringing usually felt the sharpest. He leaned further down, bowing his head so his forehead could rest against yours.

"I don't think I tell you enough," he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. "How much this means to me."

"You don't have to tell me," you whispered back, your hands moving to frame his face, feeling the stubble beneath your palms. "But I love hearing it."

Leon leaned in the rest of the way, capturing your lips in a kiss that tasted of maple syrup and the lingering warmth of the sun. It was a slow, deep pull, his hands tightening slightly on your waist as he pulled your seated frame closer to his standing one.

Leon pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours again. A small, crooked smirk, the one that still made your heart do a ridiculous little flip after all these years, tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I have an idea," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with tenderness.

"Oh yeah?" you teased, mirroring his smile. "And what’s that, Mr. Kennedy?"

He leaned in to brush his nose against yours, a boyish mischief in his eyes. "Marry me. Seriously. Let’s go find a chapel right now."

"Well," you said, leaning forward to peck his nose. "By my count, that makes this the fifth time you've proposed since we actually said 'I do.' If we keep having weddings, we’re going to run out of cake flavors."

"I'm okay with that," he chuckled. "I'll keep asking as long as you keep saying yes."

"Always," you promised.

Standing there between your legs, he leaned down one last time, capturing your lips in a light, slow, tender kiss that carried all the gratitude he couldn't always find the words for. A soft seal on the peace you had built for him within these walls.

[requiemss]

re6 leon kennedy you will always be famous

[thereisselfpreservation]

I'm seeing warnings about scammers trying to commission artists but the "reference sheet" for their character they want commissioned isn't an image but a .vbs file ("visual basic script"), and will run a script when you open it, probably to yoink your account(s), but I haven't seen this from anyone who's actually clicked it yet. Just be careful and never open a file like that, 'cause people suck.

[thereisselfpreservation]

For reference (heh)

At a glance, file name checks out. But!! Do not open a .vbs file!!!

[saturncollides]

Imagine making Leon your sugar daddy on accident

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

author’s note: 2 posts in one day? I’m on fire :p could be any leon tbh. enjoy!!

➜ You met him while working at a small coffee shop to help pay your college tuition. He was a regular who always asked for plain black coffee, but he was always gentle with you so you liked him.

➜ Sometimes he’d disappear for a few days, then return with bruises or cuts on his face but you were always happy to see him. So, you never asked where the bruises came from , and he never explained.

➜ The first real interaction happened when a rude customer started yelling at you. You were about to cry from desperation because you couldn’t defend yourself afraid of losing your job. Leon stepped in calmly, shutting the situation down without raising his voice.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He gave you a tiny reassuring smile before leaving.

➜ From then on, he started lingering a little longer when he came in. Small talk turned into real conversations about classes and life. He always listened carefully. He would share small pieces of his life too. You began to look forward to his visits more than you expected.

➜ Then one day, after a longer than usual conversation, he finally asked if you’d like to go on a date with him.

The shop was quieter than usual that evening, just the low hum of the espresso machine and soft music in the background. You were wiping down the counter when the bell above the door chimed.

Your face lit up when you saw it was Leon.

“Rough day?” Leon asked, noticing the tired look on your face as he approached.

You gave a small shrug. “Midterms. And people suddenly forget how to act nice when they want coffee.”

He let out a quiet chuckle. “Sounds about right.”

You made his usual without asking, sliding the cup toward him. He stayed there, fingers loosely wrapped around the cup, like he was thinking.

You glanced up at him with a confused look on your face, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, then paused. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking away for a second. “I was wondering if you’d want to grab dinner someday.’

You blinked, caught off guard. “Like a date?”

A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Yeah. Like a date.”

There was a beat of silence, your heart picking up a little faster than expected.

“I’d love to,” you said softly.

His smirk grew a little but,“Yeah?”

You nodded, a small smile forming. “Yeah.”

➜ After that first date, things didn’t stay casual for long. One date turned into two, then into a routine of late dinners, walks, sitting in his car just talking for hours, and going to his place for something more.

➜ Leon wasn’t overly expressive, but he showed he cared in small, consistent ways. Remembering your schedule, texting just to make sure you got home safe (even if he was a bad texter).

➜ Before you even realized it, you were basically a couple. You spent most of your free time together, unless he was away on a work trip.

➜ The only real issue was your schedule. You always had to leave early, no matter how late the night went. You had the opening shift at the coffee shop which meant waking up before sunrise. There were nights where Leon wanted nothing more than staying curled up against you after sex but you always ended up leaving quietly before the night could turn into morning

➜ Then one day, when he had enough of your routine he told you to quit your job.

You were slipping your shoes back on, barely awake trying to force yourself out the door reluctantly.

“You don’t have to keep doing this, sweetheart” he said with a sultry tone.

You looked at him, confused. “Doing what?”

He stepped closer, a slight crease in his brow

“Going back to that job just to pay for your bills.”

You let out a small breath. “I need it, baby. I can’t just quit, I need this job.”

There was a pause, then he said it, “Quit. I’ll take care of you.”

“Like what? You’re going to pay for my groceries? And my tuition? And my bills?” You looked at him like he was crazy.

“I make more money than I can spend. Trust me I’ll be fine, if I stopped working today I’d still be set for life.”

➜ After that conversation, things shifted. He didn’t bring it up again directly but a few days later you noticed money had been sent to your bank account .

➜ At first, you thought it was a mistake but then it happened again the next week, and the week after that. When you confronted him, he didn’t make a big deal out of it.

“So you don’t have to worry,” he said simply, like it was obvious.

➜ Eventually, you did quit the coffee shop. And he noticed the difference immediately: The way you laughed more easily, how your shoulders weren’t always tense, how you didn’t look like you were running on empty anymore.

➜ He seemed to enjoy that more than anything. Watching you relax, seeing you happy. He still took you on dates, just as often, if not more. He also started giving you expensive gifts, designer bags and jewelry. He would simply say:

“I asked a friend and she told me this is what’s trending, if you don’t like it you can exchange it.”

(Just for you to check the receipt and see the 4k price tag.)

[saturncollides]

can’t pay the mortgage this month

a/n: hello hello, i've seen this trend and finally got it with leon! it's that «I don't have the money to pay the mortgage this month» tiktok trend. drabble! about 500 words??

pairing: fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy (implied younger!reader)

warning: implied sex, other than that just pure fluff.

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You loved days like this, when you got to spend some lazy time with your husband. They were rare, but precious.

You were scrolling on your phone, lying on the couch, while your husband was going over some paperwork at the kitchen counter, both of you relaxed just by being in each other’s company.

When you suddenly remembered a video you saw a couple of days ago that you wanted to try with him, you quickly searched for it.

You cleared your throat and put on your best puppy face.

“Hey baby, I have to tell you something,” you said, faking sadness.

That caught his attention.

You loved days like this, lazy and slow, when you got to just exist with your husband. They didn’t happen often with him being away so much, which made them all the more precious.

You were sprawled out on the couch, scrolling on your phone, while he stood at the kitchen lazily going over some paperwork, flipping through pages every now and then.

Then you remembered the video you saw earlier today.

You quickly searched for it, a mischievous smile creeping onto your face. You cleared your throat, wiped the grin away, and put on your best sad puppy expression.

“Hey, baby… I have to tell you something,” you said, your voice soft and suspiciously sad.

He looked up, already concerned. “What? What happened?”

And just like that, you had his full, undivided attention.

“I don’t have the money to pay the mortgage this month, I’m sorry,” you said, trying not to let your giggles slip out.

Leon looked at you puzzled, you could almost see a big question mark above his head.

You could practically see the gears turning in his mind in real time, as he took in your fake expression and the mischievous glint in your eyes.

He squinted at you, clearly catching on.

“I didn’t even know you knew we have a mortgage.” 

You looked at him, gasping in mock offense.

“Excuse me? I contribute emotionally to this household.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t pay the mortgage, that’s my job,” he said, like it was a simple fact.

“I pay the bills. You take care of the house, I pay the mortgage, and you bend over the counter.”

You looked at him, scandalized, trying not to laugh.

“Leon!”

He simply shrugged.

“Just being honest.”

“Jesus, no wonder my friends think you’re my sugar daddy,” you said jokingly.

You couldn’t help stealing glances at him; he was far too handsome to ignore.

“What, because I’m too old for you?” he said, arching a brow but giving you a soft, loving smile.

“No, because you finance my whole existence and I just pay you in sex, but hey, I’m not complaining.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you.

“Is that right?”

You just shrugged, trying to look innocent but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away.

“Completely,” you said softly.

He reached out, hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your face up just enough so you had no choice but to look at him.

“I’m not complaining either.” 

And then he leaned in, closing the small distance between you.

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PROFESSOR KENNEDY HEADCANONS ✹ Leon Kennedy

✹ SUMMARY: You don't expect being in your 20s and having a university teacher in his 20s... same as you don't expect falling for Professor Kennedy when he's nothing but quite nice to you ✹ PAIRINGS: RE4R Professor Leon Kennedy x Student!Reader ✹ My RESIDENT EVIL MASTERLIST ✹ My AO3 ✹ Join my WHATSAPP CHANNEL 💬 I'm so, so in the mood to write anything related to Teacher Leon x Student Reader, so maybe expect from me in the near future some work about it 🤭

You were about to start a new semester at university when you met Professor Kennedy and you were nothing but quite impressed he was 27, just 3 years younger than you.

Somehow, that made you feel... shy? Bad? Overwhelmed? Not good enough to study Medicine when someone almost your age was already a teacher?

He introduced himself the most approachable way possible, smiling a bit at how your classmates and, of course, you, seemed to be quite nervous.

Still, as classes kept going you started getting more and more comfortable, and Leon's classes were nothing but way more than interesting and that you felt comfortable and not afraid of asking questions or being judged.

Yes, Leon. He didn't want you all calling him Professor Kennedy because it made him feel old. However, you kept calling him Professor Kennedy because you felt bad about referring to him as Leon as if he was a friend.

"Professor Kennedy?" "I already told you to, please, call me Leon." "But, you're my professor..." "And you're my student. Fair enough for us to call to each other by our first names."

Every time you want to raise your hand to answer, you always hesitate and end up stopping yourself. However, Leon notices that, and always encourages you to ask whatever you want.

"Would you like to say something?" "Yes, but..." "It's okay." He's always very gentle and subtle, leaving you the option to just ask or not.

Thanks to that, you start participating more in class, specially since you feel quite good when Leon praises you and always thanks you for wanting to participate and share your contributions to the class.

He starts remembering your name before most students'. You're one of the top students even if you don't want to shine, so Leon likes keeping close track of your work.

Still, you feel quite unmotivated sometimes, and not to mention you have the thought that all you're doing is nothing but horrendous... so, even if you don't want to, you force yourself to go to office hours with Leon.

The first time you go is because you're a bit confused about a concept, and you almost turn back before knocking because you were nervous about bothering him.

When Leon opens the door, here's surprised to see you, but also happy.

"Hey. Wasn't expecting to see you here. Come in."

He lets you enter and offers you to sit, which you do, still nervous and getting more shy.

Leon sits a bit closer than you thought he'd do and starts going through your notes. He quickly starts explaining everything to you softly, making sure you understand everything.

"Got it?" "Want me to repeat it for you?" "Is there something else you have problems with?" "You'd want me to go with this again?"

Not to mention the eye contact. Leon can't stop looking at you, and he can't help but let a growing, a bit shy, smile, appear his lips.

After that first time, you start going to his office more times... actually, more than you should.

You put yourself (and Leon) excuses, like "I need to ask a question", "I need a bit of clarification for this concept", "I just want to make sure I've understood everything", but you're lying to yourself: you kinda like being with Leon... and you shouldn't like it that much given he's your professor.

What you don't know is that he feels the exact same way about you, but again: he's your professor.

Leon never blurry boundaries between you two, but he starts taking the conversations beyond mere coursework.

"How are your other classes going?" "Getting enough sleep?" "Did you have lunch today?" "Want me to get you a coffee? Or maybe a tea? It'll help you relax."

Without even noticing, you both start opening up to each other little by little.

Leon start noticing your habits, like how you tuck your hair back or put it in a bun when you're thinking or stressed, how you play with your fingers when you're unsure of something, how your eyes shine and your voice raises up when you talk about something you're passionate about...

Also, you both start meeting outside university, specially on a coffee shop that's close to your homes since you found out you were neighbors.

You finally recognize to yourself you've fallen for Leon when you stay after class one day to ask him something you definitely didn't understand... and he's fallen for you, too.

Leon's about to rush off class because you know he has a conference with some other doctors. You don't want to overwhelm him, of course, but you have this exam in a few days...

"Leon? Is it okay if—"

He doesn't even let you finish. He just nods, takes the notes you have in your hands carefully, and put them all over the desk, leaning against it and starts explaining you everything without even needing you to talk.

He arrived late to the conference, but he didn't mind since he got to spend more time with you.

But, also... that made Leon think about you two, and how, yes, he wanted something more than just a professor-student relationship, but he didn't want to cross the line.

For that reason he decided that, since that moment, he'd put up some space between you two.

Leon starts keeping things professional in public. No more meetings outside university, no special treatment that the other students could notice...

You notice the shift on Leon's behaviour, but you get it and feel bad about getting too close with him.

However, office hours and the brief conversations you share about no other than his class are still very nice... but you missed that little thing you shared, it's stupid lying to yourself.

Leon never crosses a line, but it's true that he can't help himself to care about you way more than he should've have... or not.

He overthinks a lot about what would happen between you two if you weren't professor and student, same as you let yourself daydream about it way too much.

During exams season, he notices when you're tired, when you're stressed, when you want to give up but still you keep going...

He also notices how you're overworking yourself, lacking of sleep, lacking of eating and drinking, and at this point, living on the library.

But, still, you keep your distance from the other while never stop worrying about the other.

The day his classes finishes, including his exams, you don't know how to feel. Maybe sad, because you won't get to see him more in class? Or, maybe... happy, since you could finally share something more?

One way or another, all you both know is that you didn't have more lectures to share, no more office hours to go to, and, specially... no more excuses to see each other somewhere else.

Leon doesn't approach you because he feels he's crossing boundaries anyways, but wants to every time he sees you, specially outside university.

It's not after like two weeks after classes finished when you decide to take the next step... even you're quite unsure about it.

You go to his office, and his door is half open. You feel unsure about knocking on the door, entering... but, thankfully, Leon quickly stands up and rushes to open the door for you.

"Hey" "Hi..."

He's surprised to see you, to say the least, but definitely quite happy.

When you enter, and before you start talking about anything else, you start thanking him for everything his classes related, specially with how much he helped you, and how nice he was to you even when you were too annoying.

"Thank you. That's what a professor's for." "Still, I was so annoying sometimes coming here to your office, can't lie." "I don't mind. It was so nice having you here. I really liked our the talks we've had."

You don't know what else to say. Well, you know, but... you don't know how to say it to Leon without sounding desperate.

He sees you struggling a bit, and even sees that you get close to the door with the intentions to leave.

"You need something else before you go?"

He sounds... hopeful, but also, a bit desperate...

You look down, a bit shy to tell him that you'd like to keep talking with him, meeting, maybe... taking your relationship somewhere else... but you don't know how to tell him.

"Yeah... so... about that..." "It's just me, you know? And I'm not your professor anymore... but a friend, I guess. You can tell me."

"I'd like us to keep... this" you point at you both. "Don't get me wrong... I felt very comfortable with you being my professor, and sometimes it felt like we were friends— Like, again, don't met me wrong, but— I don't want this to end as if nothing happened."

Leon looks at you and starts smiling a lot, relieved deep down that you felt the same way about him.

"Yeah. Me neither. I've been thinking about... stuff, for a long time now." "Stuff as..." "Like wanting to get close to you. Like telling you I'd love to get close to you. But, given the situation... it wouldn't have been fair to you."

You knew. You knew that was the exact reason why Leon put some distance between you two, and you understand it completely. It was fair. However, hearing it from him, specially now, makes things more real... in a way you can't explain.

"So, I was about to leave... If you're free now, I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch? There's this new restaurant I thought you might like."

You can't deny Leon's request, and of course you go to have lunch with him.

Actually, it's not just that lunch, but also a few cinema dates, a few dinner dates, even a few karaoke dates that none of you classified as "dates", but you knew they were.

Specially, when in one of them, when he take you to the theatre to watch a play you've been wanting to see for too long, he just spills "my girlfriend's been wanting to come for a while" as if you were his girlfriend. But no, you weren't, at least... not officially.

"My girlfriend? Really?" "Sorry for the spoiler... Can you wait for later tonight?"

He had in mind asking you the question in a park you loved walking in and having picnics that same night, and he did.

Of course you said yes.

"I've been liking you way before I should have, you know." "And I was the one feeling bad falling for my professor as one of those romantic cliche forbidden love stories..." "So you liked me, huh?" "I really thought you already found out with all the office hours I attended just to see you, Professor Kennedy."

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Wake up alone

Pre-RE9 Leon Kennedy x Wife!reader

Synopsis:Leon has always been a private person when it came to his struggles, and only one person was able to tell when he wasn't feeling well- his beloved wife. So when the black patches appeared on his body, he tried his hardest to hide them from you, not wanting to make you worry. But the truth always comes to light, so when you notice how distant he has become, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Contains: spoilers for Requiem, mentions of death and injury, mild angst, Leon being distant

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For the past few days, if not weeks, your husband has been distant. So much so that you began to worry. It started off slow, almost imperceptable. He came home from work, hungry and tired. When he entered the house, you welcomed him with the usual kiss and hug you always gave him, just to brighten him up. He always wraps his arms around you, deepening the kiss, his shoulders relaxing, the frown on his face disappearing, yet that night, he remained tense, and after giving you a light peck on the lips, he went further inside the house.

You were confused and a bit hurt, yet blamed his behaviour on the shitty reports he had to make at work and the tiredness. Since then, it kind of became a routine. No more passionate make out sessions whenever he got his hands on you, no more rough shower sex or sloppy blow jobs under his desk when he was on onlne meetings with higher ups, no more corny dad jokes and bad one liners. None of that.

It didn't take you long to realize that something definitely happened to him. You tried to blame it on him being tired, yet deep down you knew that wasn't the case. He became colder, more distant.

Every friday, ever since you have been together(well over 20 years), you would have movie nights. It didnt matter how tired Leon was. He always insisted on cuddling with you on the couch, eating homemade snacks you baked together and watching a movie, never once in your long marriage breaking that routine. It became a tradition, really, and Leon never broke traditions.

Well, that was until 3 weeks ago, when he locked himself in his office one friday and never came out. The next friday, same thing happened, and you were done blaming it all on tiredness. It wasn't the fact that he came home later than usual or not watching movies with you like he always did. What really bothered you was the distance he kept from you. It almost seemed like he tried his hardest to avoid you. Not eating meals with you when that was the thing he looked forward to the most, not asking you to help him with his tie anymore in the morning, before he left off to work, turning his cheek slightly when you tried to kiss him,always acting more distracted by the paintings on the walls than on your lips, and the worst thing, sleeping on the couch in his office instead of your bed. Never, not even when you two had bad fights, did Leon ever sleep somewhere else. He always made sure you made up before sleeping, no matter ho big the fight was.

You did corner him one day, when you caught him in the kitchen late at night. You went downstairs to refill your bottle of water and he was there, washing the plate you left his dinner on. His shoulders visibly tensed when he heard your steps, his back straightening slightly.

"Are you ok?" You asked, not hiding the worry in your voice. You leaned against the counter, hands crossed on your chest, watching his muscular back as he washed that plate longer than he should have.

"Yes, love, just tired." He said, voice strained.

"I think that plate is washed well enough." You mumbled and he stopped, putting it in its place and then turning to you, towel in hand. His biceps became bigger as he dried his hands, and you couldn't help but stare. He was wearing a long black sleeve(turtleneck, of course) and grey sweatpants, the latter's wrisband staying so low on his hips, his defined V-line was visible, making you lick your lips. It's been 3 weeks since you two haven't fucked, 3 weeks since your fingers have tried and failed to bring you the orgasms Leon always did so effortlessly.

Noticing your expression, he raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips, but, as if remembering something, it disappeared. He turned his back to you, taking his leather gloves from the counter and putting them on. You have noticed this too - the hunch of his back, the amount of turtlenecks he wore, the leather gloves that seemed to be glued to his hands. It was so weird and out of place, you just decided to ignore it until then. "The steak was delicious."

"Glad you liked it. Would have tasted better if you ate it earlier." He didn't miss the annoyed tone and the averting eyes. He knew you were pissed, worried. He could see it in the way you frowned at your food whenever you thought he wasn't looking, or in the way your fists clenched and your lips pursed as he passed you on the way to his office, as if to hold yourself back from saying something. And it hurt him. It ate him from the inside to see you overthink and stress, all because of him. At night, when he would come to take clothes from the closet, you would be covered in the blanket, fast asleep, eyes puffy and nose red from crying.

He hated himself for making you cry, yet he knew he shouldn't tell you what really happened to him. He knew the news of his illness, the uncertainity of his condition would destroy you far worse than not telling you anything at all. So instead he kept silent. He distanced himself from you, deliberately came home as late as possible, even if his heart ached at the decision.

Despite the promise he made to himself to avoid you, he couldn't resist himself, seeing you so sad, lips pressing together and avoidant eyes. Now standing in front of you, he reached a gloved hand towards your chin, touching it softy and turning it towards him. "Why the gloves?" You looked at him pointedly, voice steady despite the shivers on your skin provoked by his touch. You were done crying yourself to sleep because of worry and uncertainity.

"I can't explain it now, love." He said, albeit he knew you wouldn't let it go so easily. And he was right.

"Alright then. What's up with the turtlenecks? At first I thought it was cold in the house, hence why I raised the temperature, but you are still wearing long sleeves. So?" You raised an eyebrow in question.

"Babe, I can't-"

You intrerrupted him by putting a hand on his chest, to which his heart skipped a beat. "An even better question. Why are you sleeping in your office? Have I done something, Leon? If so, tell me, so I can fix it. Ican't-" a quiver in your voice stopped you from continuing for a few seconds, your stern exterior breaking. "I can't do this anymore. I tried blaming it on your work, on tiredness, but I can't help thinking I'm the one to blame." You said quietly, almost whispering.

Leon's eyes softened and his heart broke at that confession. He craddled your face in his hands, making your teary eyes look at him. "My love, you could never do anything wrong that would require me to be like this. Yes, I admit, I have been an asshole these last few weeks, but it's none of your fault. Heard me? None. I just..." He sighed. "It's complicated."

"Are you dying?" You asked bluntly, dreading the answer. If you didn't do anything, what else could it be? Cheating surely wasn't a thought that even passed your mind when it came to Leon, and divorce would have been something he would have definitely discussed with you, especially given how little arguments you have had throughout your relationship.

"Well, I'm almost 50, so I'm not too far from it." He joked and you glaed at him.

"Leon, I'm serious." He sighed, the teasing smile slipping. He closed his eyes, knowing he couldn't hide this anymore. You deserved to find out anyway, since you put up with his annoying one liners and traumatic events for so long.

Taking first his gloves off and then his turtleneck, you gasped. Along his hands, torso and neck, your husband, the love of your life, was covered in black blotches, so terrifying and intimidating, a tear slipped down on your cheek.

"Leon..."You looked at him, really did, so devastated and shocked it shattered his already broken heart to dust.

"They keep appearing...And they're spreading pretty fast."

Your lip quivered and you wrapped your arms tightly around him, missing his warmth and comforting hardness. He wrapped his arms around you, albeit hesistatingly, but he couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy it. He has wanted to touch you for so long, yet he never fully dared, thinking his condition was contagious. Just this morning Sherry has confirmed to him that it wasn't the case, although he still had no idea what this infection was. The girl started getting those black bruises too, which didn't help his worries.

"Why didn't you tell me, you moron?" You sobbed into his chest, making him bite his lip.

"God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, love. I didn't want to worry you-"

"But you did." A crack in your voice. "So much, Leon. And now I'm even more worried. Do you even know what it is? Why do you have it? Where did you get it from? Is it contagious? Fatal?" Questions kept pouring from you mouth, ones he hardly had answers to.

He took your face in his hands again, trying to calm you down. "All I know for sure is that they are not contagious. I found out this morning. Sherry and I belive it must be a virus, but we can't confirm nor deny that claim."

"Sherry? What does she have to do with this?" Dread settled in your stomach as you realized. "She got this too?" He nodded quietly, looking down at your now interwined hands. You loved that girl like your own daughter, and you knew Leon cared about her the same way.

"I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon to look into it. Try to find ome answers. Maybe a cure." He said the last part quietly, not wanting to give you or himself hope.

You covered your mouth, quiet sobs escaping you. "God, Leon. Why didn't you say anything sooner. Fuck." You inhaled sharply, wanting to cry from a mere glance at him. This could be your last night with him and you were scolding him. Pulling yourself together, you said sternly. "You will return home, Kennedy. I don't want any other option to happen. Got me?"

Despite the saddness of the moment, he couldn't help but smile at the bossy attitude you gave him. Hugging you and kissing your forhead, he said. "Yes, ma'am."

You sighed, enjoying the feeling of being back in his strong arms. Despite the throughts and dread creeping on you, you had to be strong, had to give him the strenght he needed to return back home to you.

Turning your head and kissing his lips, you whispered against them "Promise me."

He took you in his arms, making you squeal, kissing you while walking up the stairs. "I promise, Mrs Kennedy. Now how about I apologize for these past few weeks, hm?"

"I'd love that, Mr Kennedy."

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Hotch: I don’t know, three or four.

Morgan: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months?

Hotch: Yeah, maybe five.

Morgan: Five what?!

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