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Yasu keeps a photo of you in his wallet, nothing weird or racy. It’s a picture of you smiling in front of a themed cafe you had visited together. When he’s having lunch away from you he sometimes props the photo up and calls you so it’s like you’re there, enjoying a meal with him. Nobu and Shin thinks it’s sweet but Nana lightheartedly pokes fun at him for being “creepy”.
Ren wears your perfume when he’s away for work, whether he’s on stage or just leaving to do a photo shoot overseas. Any perfume or oils you use are now in rotation until he gets back. When he’s asked about his choice of scent the answer is the same no matter who’s asking, be it a fan, interview, or his band mates. “It smells like home”
Osaki Nana deeply cherishes the time you spend together, but she doesn’t know how to tell you. How does she tell you that she’s counting down the seconds til she’s in your arms again without sounding so…needy? Wouldn’t that be off putting, knowing that she’s constantly thinking of your physical presence and that feeling that comes only when you’re around?
You already guessed that Nobu’s cheesy was using your relationship as inspiration for lyrics sometimes. You’ve heard the songs he wrote for your ears alone. Have you found the scrapbook? He takes plenty of pictures when the two of you are together, but his favorite ones are added to a scrapbook that he’s been working on. It’s clear he poured his heart and soul into it because there’s glitter, so many stickers, cute little poems next to the photos, and more. While he isn’t exactly embarrassed, Nobu is a little shy about it seeing that you might think it’s a bit much.
May I please request headcanons for Leon Kennedy reacting to seeing his girlfriend who’s an aspiring singer performing for the first time?
Warnings: anxiety, panic attack mention, performance anxiety, some swearing i think, suggestive content (but like blink and you miss it)
WC: 1.7k
A/N: Ok, so this is set in an AU with rookie Leon but like if he didn't have the most fucked up first day of work ever. Also does anyone get rlly bad performance anxiety? I doooo
Leon is your biggest supporter!
He loves coming home to the sound of your voice echoing through the apartment, the gentle tone of your voice soothing him like nothing else.
You actually hear about the open mic night through him, he was grabbing takeout for you on the way back from a particularly rough case when he saw a flyer stuck to a pole.
Upon reading the flyer and seeing the words, "open mic" and an address, he immediately thought of you.
It takes a bit of coaxing, you're not necessarily shy but as it gets closer and closer to the day you signed up to perform on, you find yourself becoming incredibly nervous.
"I don't know Leon, what if I suck and everyone gets up and leaves and they pull me off stage with one of those giant cane thingies?"
"Sweetheart, I don't even think they make those anymore", he says on a laugh, "Even if they did, you've got the voice of an angel, they'd be crazy to take you off stage."
With this conversation happening one week before your performance date, Leon takes your hands in his roughened ones, "How about this, I'll be in the crowd cheering you on. If you feel nervous or anything, you can look at me and just pretend you're singing to me at home."
"Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Sweetheart I was gonna be there anyways, I wouldn't miss your first performance for anything in the world."
As it turned out, not but three days later, Leon's words would be sadly disproven.
Being a rookie came with very few perks, as such, Leon was assigned to cover one of the worst shifts by his Lieutenant. Not only was it a generally rowdy shift, it also coincided with the exact time of your performance.
Leon broke the news to you with the saddest puppy dog expression, he looked more upset and heartbroken than you felt (though his sadness did bleed into yours a bit, making you feel more upset than you would've alone).
"I'm sorry honey, I tried to explain to Lieutenant Branagh that I needed that time off in my schedule but...I get lowest priority...I really am sorry".
You held no ill will towards him, it was a bad situation to be in, and considering the fact that the both of you needed your jobs to afford your bills, you weren't about to encourage him to shirk his duties and risk getting fired.
Honestly, that night, you lay in Leon's arms, considering calling and cancelling the whole thing but, listening to the steady beat of Leon's heart as he slept, you think of how upset he'd be if you missed out on this opportunity-- especially if it was because of him-- and you resolved to still do it.
The thought of rejection or embarrassing yourself was terrifying but letting Leon down hurt more than any fear you had.
With your resolve steeled, you grudgingly march towards the contradictorily anticipated and dreaded day. Leon was even more vocal about his support than usual, clapping at the end of each run through of the song you did.
When the day finally came, Leon got ready for his shift with all the enthusiasm of a man getting ready for war. He still kept things light for you though, trying to tease and distract you while getting ready.
"You look so beautiful, are you sure I need a job? I can be one of your groupies full-time."
That comment was accompanied by a caress down your body and a none too chaste squeeze of your rear. Pale grey eyes--darkened with a shade of want-- meet your eyes in the mirror.
You contemplate the suggestion with a distracted hum--too busy tracing the seam of his lip that his tongue has traced and now disappeared into-- before shooing him away so you could finish getting ready.
He accepts your dismissal with a good natured laugh, kissing your forehead and then your lips, making you promise to tell him how it goes, before leaving.
With Leon's absence, a familiar anxiety starts to crawl it's way in but you're able to stay it's hand with the amount of things you have to get done.
Upon walking into the lounge, you note that it's a pretty upscale place. It's about the size of your apartment, maybe a bit larger due to the way that the interior's been nearly gutted with the exception of tables, booths, and a bar tucked into the corner. The stage has been set up in an area that's nearly swarmed by tables and you kind of freeze at the sheer amount of potential eyes that would be on you. Taking in the sparse interior of the lounge leaves you wondering where the backstage area is for performers (or if there even is one?).
Luckily you aren't left wondering for long as a frazzled woman with a clipboard approaches you, gives her name (Tara), asks if you're a performer for open mic night, and escorts you to an off-to-the side hallway that you missed in your initial inspection of this place.
Scratch that, this place is definitely bigger than your apartment.
Tara leads you to a backstage makeup room where you see about six other people waiting, you assume they're performers based on the general nervous buzz shared by the occupants in the room as well as the fact that some of them have brought instruments.
Making conversation is easy, it soothes your nerves, and the fact that this isn't a competition means that people are kinder than they'd be in any other circumstance.
You meet Nick and Sasha, they're a band of sorts; Nick plays guitar and Sasha sings. You also meet Bobbi; a comedienne trying to get more shows under her belt, Mazzi; who's also a guitar player, and Keith; who's apparently somewhat of a local legend for his skills with the saxophone.
Tara drops off one more person--Laina, another singer-- before explaining the rules of open mic night at the lounge. Each person is randomly assigned a slot, you have ten minutes to perform your set. if you go over, the lights get cut and they move on to the next person. No encores.
The look in Tara's eye spoke volumes and honestly, you were kind of scared of her.
Your timeslot was last, at 10 sharp you'd be onstage and singing without anyone in the crowd whose face you knew. And just like that, your panic was back in full-force.
As the room slowly emptied, you were left staring at the clock, digging your nails into the meat of your palm and hoping that the sting of pain would takeaway from the slowly overflowing, all-consuming panic that was taking over.
You heard the surprised cheers of the crowd as Keith came onstage, the way that they clapped and cheered even as the saxophones dulcet tones began to wane.
Having a panic attack to the sound of a saxophone was a new...experience for you.
Stepping out of the room and onto the stage wasn't much better. Everything felt too hot--too stuffy, too sticky. There was a five-ish minute window for you to gather your bearings and in the walk over you managed to somewhat put yourself back together.
You distantly hear the emcee calling your name, nothing feels real in this moment. With one last chance to pull yourself together, the curtain opens and you walk onstage.
Your earlier assessment was right, you could see just about everyone in the front of the house. The amount of eyes on you was staggering--it seemed that even just the rumor of Keith the Saxophone Man was enough to draw a crowd this large.
Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you move to introduce yourself when you see a familiar head of blonde slip in through the front door.
Leon's got no luck finding a seat, so he makes himself inconspicuous as possible by finding a spot on the wall that's dappled with shadow while still granting him a decent view of the stage.
You know the moment he knows you've spotted him. He gives you a half-smile, one that's just for you, which causes your heart to stutter as you signal for the DJ to play your requested songs.
The bar fills with music and Leon seems to glow with the gravity of his joy.
You wouldn't say that your anxiety completely disappeared, if anything, you think your brain blocked out some parts of your memory, but you know that as the song picked up, taking emotional turns that corresponded to the tone of your voice, fear lost it's grip on you.
As you went through the rest of your set, the audience began to sway to the song with you, not that you paid them any mind, focus almost entirely on Leon.
With your set ending, you became aware of the cheers of the audience--loud and resounding. You take a final look at Leon, who's joined in on the cheers, before mentally zooming out and basking in the glow of a show well done.
After the show, you damn near jump off the stage in your attempts to meet up with Leon (who you've become more and more certain is not supposed to be here).
After stepping off the stage the proper way and following Tara through the convoluted ass hallway that you entered earlier, you finally stand face to face with your boyfriend.
He attempts a greeting but is swiftly cut off by you running into his chest to throw your arms around him. You beat him to the punch, "I'm so happy you're here."
You release him from the hug to pull him into an emotional kiss. Though shocked, he easily gives in to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you ride out the surge of emotions that compelled you to kiss him so suddenly.
"Wow! You greet all your fans like this?"
Still giggly, full of adrenaline and euphoric at the fact that he's here in the flesh, you reply, "Just the ones I'm dating!"
And before Leon can make some quip about if he should be worried (you really made it too easy for him), you pull him into another kiss, this one a lot less hurried but still just as loving and full of emotion.
Thank you for requesting, I hope I did your request justice! This is also my first RE fic so hopefully I did Leon right, Leon fans lmk lol
Hiiii! I have never done this before, but I saw your requests open and I had to shoot my shot becuz 😍 I would like to request rookie Leon if that's possible? 🙈 I will give you the freedom to make their relationship whatever you want! But I'd love to read from you an inexperienced, shy, cutie patoot rookie x experienced and confident reader type of smut thing. I can't stop thinking about the blushy adorable guy gaining confidence via becoming a God in the sheets and that confidence rubs off in all other areas of his life and it's all thanks to the reader ooopsie 😊🤍
You're So Gorgeous
(RE2R Leon Kennedy x Female Reader)
Summary: Leon and you spend Friday night together in your shared apartment. What was planned as a cozy evening, soon turns into something spicier once Leon tries to make it up to you for being late.
A/N: Hello 🥰 Thank you for the request! I know it took me a while ehh but I enjoyed the writing process! Since I mostly write RE9 Leon, this was actually such a fun change. It really took me a while to switch from older Leon to young, sweet Leon lmao. He is too innocent and cute, I can’t!! Thank you for giving me this opportunity! I hope I portrayed him accurately. I would love to hear your thoughts on it. Please enjoy! So much Love, Shell xo
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, FLUFF, oral (male and female receiving), cowgirl position, kinda shy, adorably cute, inexperienced and needy Leon, Reader is a few years older than Leon
PS: Fic title once again inspired by Miss Swift, if you know you know hehe xo
Leon was just finishing up his latest report, typing away on his computer at his desk when Lieutenant Marvin Branagh entered the office.
“Rookie?”
“Yes, Sir?” Leon looked up from the screen, watching his superior walking over to him.
“You ready with that report?” Marvin asked, his gaze dropping to the opened file on Leon's desk.
“A few more minutes, then I am all done,” Leon explained, eager to finish that report as quickly as he could. Not only because he wanted to do a good job, but also because he knew you were waiting for him at home. It was past 10pm already, and he was the last one in his office, yet again.
Luckily, you had been very understanding for him and his job, never once complaining or blaming him for not having enough time for you.
Your relationship was different from the ones he had before. It felt more mature, more like something real. Something that’s gonna last. Or at least that’s what he hoped for.
As if reading his mind, Marvin’s gaze wandered over to the photograph of you and Leon that had been sitting on his desk for a while now. One of his friends had taken the photo after a night out together. You two were smiling at the camera like two lovesick idiots, so innocent, adorable, and almost cheesily cute. It wasn’t perfect, and maybe that was why it was one of Leon’s favorite pictures of the both of you.
“Is that your girlfriend?” He asked.
Leon smiled proudly. “Yeah. That’s my girlfriend. Been together for six months now."
Marvin raised an eyebrow. “The same time you started your job here?” He asked, a slight grin on his lips.
Leon laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s right. I guess I can call myself lucky,” he remarked, remembering the first time he’d met you.
It was after one very late shift at the RPD. Everything was closed down already, except for a small 24/7 diner in the city. A diner you would later officially refer to as “our diner”.
He was still wearing his uniform, completely worn out and exhausted from work. He just wanted to grab a quick dinner and then call it a night.
As fate would have it, you happened to be there as well, sipping on a cup of coffee in the middle of the night. You looked just as exhausted as him and still managed to give him a smile. A smile that would completely knock the breath out of his lungs, as well as making him go weak at the knees.
Normally he wasn’t the type to just hit on someone, especially not when still wearing his uniform, but he decided to give it a try.
It turned out you were into him as well, and yes, maybe him wearing the uniform did help a little, as you would later tell him. What started out as a few innocent dates with lots of laughter turned into a real relationship with deep feelings and trust.
Well, the rest was history.
“Alright. Finish the report and then you can go. It’s Friday evening, and I don’t want to keep you away from your girl,” Marvin chuckled, patting Leon on the shoulder before walking off. “Besides, I want to go home too. My wife and I want to watch the game together,” he laughed before closing the door behind him.
Leon smiled happily, looking one last time at the photograph before finishing the report.
Meanwhile, you were already at home in your shared apartment. It was small and cozy, perfect for the two of you. You were changing into something comfortable, throwing your work clothes into the laundry basket.
It was Friday evening, which meant it was pizza night. A little tradition you and Leon had established after you both agreed that none of you wanted to cook after the busy week.
"Babe, I’m home!” You heard Leon call from the hallway.
“Coming!” You called back, slipping into your shirt before running off to your boyfriend.
When he spotted you, his face instantly lit up, an adorable flush of redness covering his cheeks and neck. His soft hair was a little disheveled but in the cutest way, and you had to contain yourself from immediately running your hands through it. As much as you loved seeing him in his uniform, you almost preferred him like that. With just a simple shirt and jeans but still so breathtakingly good-looking.
“Hey, baby," he said softly, pulling you into his arms.
“Hey” You smiled as you cuddled up to him, inhaling his comforting scent. “You smell so so good,” you mumbled into his shirt.
You could feel the low rumble of his laugh vibrating through you, your head still on his chest. “Freshly showered just for you. Didn’t want to scare you off with the police station smell,” he teased.
You raised your head slightly to get a better look at him. “Would’ve cuddled you anyway,” you grinned.
“That’s what I hoped for." He leaned in for a gentle kiss, cupping your face in his hands. You returned his soft kisses, melting into his touch and holding onto his shirt. Making out with him always felt like something between sweet and spicy. You never knew in which direction it would lead.
After a few more moments of your lips dancing against each other, he pulled back slightly, looking down at you.
“I have a small surprise for you,” he noted.
“Oh?” You looked up at him, curiosity sparking in your eyes.
Surprises had become another tradition in your relationship. The two of you loved surprising the other with little gifts or acts of service in general, no matter how big or small. It had taken on a life of its own, you could say.
You followed his gaze and spotted a box of brownies sitting on the console table.
“Are those-“ You approached the small box, eyeing the delicious and moist-looking chocolate brownies waiting on the inside. “The chocolate brownies from ourdiner?” You asked excitedly.
He chuckled. “Yup. I preordered them during lunch break and picked them up after my shift. I thought that might be a good dessert for later." He smiled.
You gasped, a little choked up from this thoughtful and utterly sweet gesture. "Leon…thank you! That is so sweet of you!” You said, wrapping your arms around him again.
“No need to thank me,” he said with a soft expression on his face.
You gazed at him for a few seconds, grateful for this wonderful human being who had slipped into your life.
“You’re so gorgeous,” you whispered.
“Gorgeous?” He asked, the redness on his flushed skin deepening. A sheepish smile crossed his features as he scratched the back of his neck. A gesture he often did when he was getting a little flustered.
“Yes, you are,” you giggled, peppering his face with kisses, before taking his hand and guiding him to the kitchen, along with the brownies. You started rummaging through the kitchen drawers, looking for the delivery menu from your favorite pizza place.
“I am sorry for being so late again,” Leon mumbled, eyeing your movements.
“I told you, you really don’t need to be sorry. "I understand, Leon,” you smiled softly, looking back at him. He was always so worried about not being there enough for you, when in reality he had been nothing but a picture-perfect boyfriend to you.
Leon was four years your junior, which made him the youngest boyfriend you’d ever had. Initially, you’d believed that you needed someone older, someone with more experience, but over the years you’d come to the conclusion that this wasn’t the case. Men will be men, no matter the age. In the end, it always came down to what mattered the most: personality.
“I would still like to make it up to you,” he said, appearing behind you and putting his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck.
“Well, maybe I have an idea on how you could make it up to me,” you teased him, biting your lip slightly, which immediately got him flustered. You could hear it in the way he was taking in a deep breath, as if he were trying to build up the courage to act on it.
It was adorable to you how easy it was to get him worked up, even though he tried to hide it, of course. But there was one factor he couldn’t hide.
His hardening member pressed against your backside, fueling the excitement in your body that had started to build. He started kissing you along your neck, his hands wandering higher up to the curve of your breast. “Oh yeah?” He asked in a hushed voice.
He was needy. Very needy, but that didn’t bother you in the slightest. Having someone by your side who worshipped the ground you walked on, as well as your body, sure felt flattering and exciting.
Sex with Leon always felt new and refreshing, and what he lacked in experience, he made up for with attentiveness and care.
Your pleasure was always his top priority, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to talk a lot during sex. He always wanted to ask what you liked, what you needed, and what brought you the most pleasure, and you kind of enjoyed exploring new things together.
“I thought you wanted to order pizza," you whispered, eyes closed as his hands continued their exploration of your body. One hand was fondling your breast; the other was now on your ass, while his mouth was still busy caressing the warm skin on your neck.
“Right now, I want my beautiful girlfriend,” he mumbled, his voice muffled from kissing you. “Besides, you were the one who started it,” he continued.
You held back a chuckle. “It was just one sentence."
“Enough for me,” he said, groaning when you started pressing your ass onto his crotch. You slowly started grinding against his erection and let your head fall back against his chest. His fingers went under your shirt to get better access to your soft skin, toying with the lace fabric of your bra.
With one finger he slipped underneath, brushing over your nipples, which hardened under his touch.
“Leon,” you breathed, tilting your head slightly so you could kiss him.
“I’ve been thinking about you the whole day. Couldn’t get you out of my head,” he muttered between kisses, his touches slowly becoming more desperate as he groped your breasts.
“Oh yeah?” You asked with a hint of teasing in your voice. You wanted to hear more, so much more.
“Yeah. Had to even excuse myself to the bathroom,” he admitted, rubbing himself against your ass to get a little more friction. He could already feel a small, wet patch forming inside his boxers, clear evidence of how pent up he was.
You looked up at him. “Did you-“
“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head as if you’d asked the most disturbing question in existence. “No, I just needed a few minutes to cool down. Also, I didn’t really want the others to see my boner,” he chuckled.
Your innocent boyfriend, getting a hard-on just from thinking of you? You were sure this man was an angel sent from heaven.
“Well, I am sure I could help you out with that,” you hinted, slowly turning around so you were facing him.
His usually bright eyes turned a little darker at your words, his dick already throbbing for you.
“And how would you do that?” He asked. If you concentrated, you could hear the slight shiver in his voice.
Slowly, you let your hand drift along his upper body, feeling the muscles tense under his shirt. You stopped at the growing bulge and started palming him through his jeans.
"Mhm." He hummed, holding himself back from turning into a moaning mess from just one simple touch. He couldn’t deny, though, how much he loved it when you played with his cock.
“I could suck you off, do it with my hands, ride you, let you fuck me into the mattress,” you listed in a low, seductive voice, your hands still palming him.
He blinked a few times, gathering his breath. He clearly couldn’t concentrate anymore.
“Fuck, yes please…I-I mean sounds good to me,” he stammered, looking down. He was practically hypnotized by the way your hands worked their magic on him.
“Take me to the bedroom then,” you giggled.
He didn’t need to be told twice. While still making out, you made your way to the bedroom. The first few pieces of clothes were hastily taken off and scattered through your apartment while still kissing each other every chance you got.
Once you reached the small and dimly lit room, you gently pushed Leon towards the bed, making him sit down on the edge.
With your eyes still fixated on him, you slowly knelt down between his legs, now only dressed in your bra and panties. He looked at you like he couldn’t believe his eyes, his mouth slightly agape. You’d done that so many times before, but he would never get tired of this sight.
“You are amazing,” he murmured, letting his gaze wander over your breasts that were hugged perfectly by the sheer lace.
You remembered him getting it for you after a shopping trip together. You’d joked about trying on lingerie, and to your surprise, he was instantly hooked and practically dragged you to the next store. Initially, you’d thought he would be shy about it but it turned out he wasn’t anymore. With every new set you’d tried on, he looked more and more like a kid waiting to open their birthday presents.
You smiled at the memory, starting to trace your fingertips along his abs, seeing them tense the lower your fingers wandered.
Maybe it was just you being utterly and completely in love with him, but you were convinced this was the most handsome man you’d seen in your life.
Teasingly slow, you helped him out of his boxers, letting his rock-hard member spring free, right against his stomach.
You placed a kiss on the tip, smiling when you felt him twitch under your lips.
“Babe…”
“Hm?” You looked up with innocent eyes, watching his strained expression.
“Don’t tease me too much,” he muttered pleadingly.
“Mhm” You slowly leaned a little forward, licking a long stripe along his shaft, from bottom to the top. “Better?” You asked.
He groaned in frustration, and before he could state another complaint, you finally wrapped your lips around him and started bobbing your head up and down in a slow manner. You didn’t apply too much pressure just yet, letting him adjust to the feeling. One hand was placed on his thigh, while the other stroked the rest of his length that you didn’t fit in your mouth. Not yet.
“Fuck….babe…t-that… that feels so good,” he moaned, letting his head fall back. He was so worked up already from the beginning that it was getting increasingly difficult to keep himself from cumming in your mouth right then and there.
He placed one of his hands behind him on the bed for support, while the other tangled in your hair lovingly, guiding your movements just gently.
You swirled your tongue around his tip, continuing with your movements. Drool was already spilling from your mouth, making a mess on both you and him, but you knew how much he enjoyed it. The messier the better. His words. Not yours.
“You look so so good like that,” he praised as you looked up at him, mouth still full with his throbbing cock.
“Ahh…fuck” He whined whenever you were taking him extra deep, a skill he'd appreciated every time. He remembered the first time you'd done it, it had felt like his head was about to explode. And he'd gladly accepted his fate if that meant enjoying this feeling one last time.
“Holy shit…yes” He watched you through lidded eyes as you kept sucking him off, your cheeks hollowing out for a more intense feeling.
His thighs tensed, toes curling, as he felt the familiar tension returning to his abdomen.
You'd gotten to know the signs when he was close, so before you went any further, you decided to slow down a little to let him breathe.
“That is…god…amazing,” he stuttered, stroking through your hair while looking down at you lovingly.
You smiled at the compliment and licked your lips, tasting the lingering flavor of him.
“Anything for you,” you hushed, stroking over his thighs. “How about…I go on top tonight?” you asked after a few more moments.
You had tried out various positions before, but something about riding him while seeing his overwhelmed and blissed-out expression drove you completely wild.
He looked pleasently surprised at your bluntness, blinking a few times.
“Yeah, please! I'd love that,” he nodded eagerly. “But…I want to take care of you first, please,” he added in a quieter voice.
He loved going down on you, not only for your pleasure but for his own as well. He had to admit, hearing you screaming out his name, writhing in pleasure from his tongue, gave him an extra boost of confidence.
Also, if you'd started riding him now, he would have finished within 10 seconds, and he didn't want to risk that. Not tonight.
“Only if you want to,” you said, but you knew his answer already.
“I always want to taste you,” he said, gently helping you up and onto the bed. You felt yourself getting aroused at his words, growing undeniably wet by the minute.
He helped you out of the rest of your clothes, admiring your bare body.
“You look so beautiful….wow.” The last words were coming out merely as a whisper. He had seen you naked many times before, but he'd never get bored of that view in front of him.
His hands started playing eagerly with your tits, massaging the soft flesh until he replaced one hand with his mouth.
He eagerly sucked on your already hardened nipples, groaning while doing so, while his other hand kept fondling your breast.
“Leon….yes,” you sighed, arching your back to give him better access.
His cock immediately twitched upon hearing his name falling from your lips. He mumbled something in between, which you couldn’t really tell with his mouth being stuffed full. By the way his erection was pressing against your thigh, you were sure it must have been something positive.
Once you lay down, he reached for your legs, opening them carefully to expose your glistening folds to him. He took a few seconds, looking in awe at your wet pussy, before burying his face between your thighs.
The first few times he'd gone down on you, he'd tried to do everything. His movements were everywhere, trying to lick, kiss, and finger all at once, at the same time.
It wasn’t bad per se, not at all, but it was a little eager. Maybe a little bit too eager even. He just didn’t know how to use his skilled tongue just yet. After directing him a little and explaining how you liked it better, he became a total pro, though, leaving you breathless every time. Just like now.
“You taste so so good,” he mumbled between licks, gripping onto your thighs to keep them open.
His flattened out tongue licked long stripes over your cunt, giving you the maximum amount of pleasure.
He occasionally looked up to your face, still licking over your wetness, trying to gauge your reactions. He wanted to study you, see what brought you the biggest pleasure.
Your clit pulsated with every lick, and the more pressure he applied, the wetter you became.
“Is that okay?” He asked, looking up from between your thighs with glistening lips.
“Yes, Leon. It’s perfect…please keep going,” you whispered, holding onto his soft hair, tangling your hands in it.
He smiled as you gently pressed him down again to where you needed him most, and he happily complied.
After a while he suddenly started sucking on your clit, causing a sudden and intense amount of pleasure spreading throughout your whole body.
You moaned, gripping his hair tighter, hips bucking against his mouth as he simultaneously started licking your clit.
“Leon oh god-“ Your climax was quickly approaching, making you feel like you were about to enter another dimension.
He alternated with the pressure of his hot tongue against you, all the while keeping a constant level of suction on your clit until your walls started to clench around nothing. You cried out in pleasure, feeling your orgasm washing over you.
Leon groaned against you, his cock throbbing in need as he heard your moans and whimpers. He licked you through your high, keeping a firm grip on your thighs as you rode against his face. The taste of your arousal sent another jolt of pleasure right to his cock, which was begging for more attention.
He watched as you came down from your orgasm, placing a few kisses along your inner thighs.
“Where did that come from?” You asked, breathing heavily, as you looked down at him still lying between your thighs. He was smiling proudly, like he just won the award for best oral-performing boyfriend. You were sure he’d never done it like that before, and you’d never mentioned the sucking part either.
“Well…” He grinned. “Maybe I read a thing or two,” he admitted sheepishly, looking at you.
“Read something?” You asked.
“After our conversations…I wanted to improve and try something out,” he explained.
You imagined your adorable, innocent-looking boyfriend reading through steamy articles about how to please a woman right, maybe with flushed cheeks even. He was just the best and most thoughtful boyfriend you'd ever had; you were sure of it.
“That was perfect, Leon. Whatever you read, it was great,” you chuckled, taking a few more moments before you got up again and kissed him on the lips. “You’re the best,” you whispered, causing him to smile.
“Now how about my idea….the riding,” you teased with a grin, pushing him down gently.
“Fuck yes…please ride my cock,” he sighed, taking your hands in his to help you straddle him.
You slowly let yourself sink down onto his length, taking your time so you could both adjust.
You sighed, closing your eyes at the pleasant sensation of him stretching you out and filling you completely. Every now and then you were sure you could feel him twitch inside you.
His hands drifted to your hips, gripping them tightly with his eyes closed and brows furrowed.
„You are so tight around me….f-fuck,“ he said shakingly, trying to catch a breath in between.
“Mhm. And you’re so big,” you whispered. Just as you were about to start moving, he stopped you with his hands still on your hips, fingers digging in your skin.
“Can you wait for a minute?" he breathed. “P-please. I don't wanna cum too soon,” he stammered, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
“It's okay,” you said, smiling softly, placing your hands on his warm chest and feeling the rapid heartbeat under your fingers and palms.
His gaze drifted down your body—your neck, breasts, and stomach—and ended right at the point where you two were connected.
“It's just that…you're so beautiful and hot and you do all the right things and you feel so goddamn tight around my cock. So w-warm,” he rambled without taking a breath.
You blushed at his loving words and leaned down to kiss him again.
“I love you, Leon,” you mumbled against his lips, hands still braced on his chest.
“I love you too. So much” He groaned when he felt you starting to roll your hips against him. You continued with slow, teasing movements until you switched to actually bouncing on his shaft up and down.
Mesmerized, he looked at you and the way your tits were bouncing with every movement you made. Once you saw his fixated gaze, you took his hands and placed them on your breasts.
“Touch me, Leon,” you urged him gently, to which he instantly complied. He toyed with your soft breasts, brushing over your nipples as you continued riding him.
“Yes, please keep going fuck-“ He felt his cock becoming harder, if that was even possible at that point. At least to him, it felt like it.
You started to increase your pace, hands still on his chest and eyes locked on his face. His cock glided deliciously against your walls, massaging you and hitting just the right spot. Your clit was still so sensitive from your prior orgasm that it felt heavenly whenever it brushed against his pelvis.
The room was filled with the sounds of grunting and moaning and the wet sounds of your wet cunt riding his cock.
“Leon, you feel so good. God…yes,” you moaned, closing your eyes shut as you fucked him faster.
You decided that if he got to try something new, you would too. With every time you bounced on him, you started tensing your pelvic muscles at the same time, causing you to become even tighter around him.
He opened his eyes. “How did you do that?” He asked, completely flabbergasted.
“Wait…that?” you teased, tensing your inner muscles again. His cock twitched, feeling like you were milking him.
He took in a sharp breath, looking at you with glossy eyes.
“That stays my secret,” you winked, doing it again while continuing to ride him. You silently thanked yourself for keeping up with your pelvic floor exercises.
“Fuck fuck fuck…..oh god….” he cursed under his breath as his fingers pressed into your skin while you rode him faster. His hips bucked up to meet your thrusts until you found a perfect rhythm together.
You cried out as he hit your sweet spot again, making it impossible for you to focus on anything else.
“I think I’m gonna cum…I can’t last much longer,” he said through gritted teeth, breathing heavily.
You nodded quickly. “It’s okay, don’t hold back”
“No, I want you to cum again first,” he muttered. If you were in a different situation, you’d surely went for an “aww” but that seemed inappropriate, so you just kept on riding him, moaning his name over and over again.
You watched as he put his fingers on your clit again, rubbing tight circles on you, and within a few more moments, you felt your second orgasm wash over you. Your walls fluttered around his member uncontrollably, and with that you took him over the edge with you.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“ Was all he managed to say as he came, spilling everything he had to offer inside you. You kept moving in sync, helping the other to ride out your highs.
“Mhm, Leon, please, yes,” you moaned, still moving up and down to prolong your orgasm.
After a few more moments, your movements became slower and slower until you stilled, his cock still inside you.
The both of you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath and just staring into each other’s eyes.
“That was amazing. As always,” he mumbled with a satisfied and pleasant expression on his face.
“It really was,” you nodded with a smile, gently stroking over his hot and damp skin on his chest.
“I feel like…you’ll be the death of me someday,” he grinned. “But in a good way!”
You laughed. “Oh yeah? Well, I am working on it." You winked as you got off him. He whimpered when you did so, already missing your tightness and warmth around him.
He extended one arm out, inviting you to snuggle up to him. The aftercare and the cuddling with him were just as good as the sex was. You already knew how caring and protective he was, but he made sure to prove it to you every single time.
Gently, he kissed your cheek and searched for your eyes.
“Did you enjoy it?” He asked hopefully. “Because I really did,” he added in a quieter voice, as if he weren't sure if he should really ask it.
You giggled and turned yourself to the side so you could really see his face. “It was wonderful, Leon. I loved everything about it,” you said encouragingly, laying your head on his chest. “You’re really good in bed,” you added with a smile.
“Ah, not as good as you are,” he said with flushed cheeks.
“That’s not a competition. It’s about how well we match and communicate, not about who has more experience,” you said softly, brushing a few hair strands out of his face.
“That’s true, I suppose." He smiled, brushing his hands gently along your back.
You stayed like that for a while, cuddling and enjoying the quiet, until you heard Leon's stomach grumbling.
You chuckled. “I guess we should order the pizza now, hm?”
“Yes, now I am reallyhungry,” he laughed quietly. “I will order for us, and you can already hop in the shower. I will join you then."
“Mhm, sounds perfect." You nodded, slowly getting up from the bed.
“You want the usual?” He asked as he made his way to the bedroom door.
“Yes!” You said, slipping into the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom.
“Anything else?” He called after you.
“Only you!”
He chuckled as he heard your joyous response, staying like that for a few seconds and reminiscing on your shared intimacy. You were his world, and he would do anything to keep you happy and safe; he was sure of that.
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description: leons back is aching, so you help him out in an unconventional way.
fluff, tiny bit suggestive, reader is around same age as leon, 1k words -> leon kennedy masterlist :p
The morning light peaking through the curtains casts a dim red glow behind your closed eyelids.
You stir and subconsciously lean into the coarse hand that brushes gently through hair to tuck the strands away from your face.
You blink your eyes open to see Leon already awake, black and grey strands strewn about as his gentle gaze flits about the room.
His eyes find yours and he smiles. Suddenly, the room looks brighter and the afternoon tasks waiting ahead of you are less daunting.
“Morning,” He rasps, voice is still thick with sleep.
“How’s your back?” You ask quietly, shifting close to smooth a hand over it.
You can just feel the tension there. He’s complained about it a few times, and it’s been hindering the little sleep he gets.
His jaw tightens and he winces just a little when you push into his lower back, “It’s alright.”
You narrow your eyes, “Liar.”
Leon huffs, but doesn’t fight back, opting to nestle his angular nose in the crook of your neck instead.
Even you were both younger, he never admitted when something hurt, especially not after a mission.
You knew it was because he didn’t want you to worry, but the two of you aren’t getting any younger and little things like this build up and take their toll over time.
It’s evident in the way the both of your heads are sprouting strands of silver, a sign for how unkind the years have been to the two of you.
Leon, shipped from one country to another, witnessing the greatest horrors known to man for most of his life. And you, left desperately hoping to never find government officials waiting to give you his a death notification on your doorstep.
But there are little crows feet framing your eyes and Leon’s, smile lines paving their way along both your faces too. They’re a testament to the moments spent in soft laughs and tender smiles.
As you lazily nuzzle against him, you thought back to when you were just a little girl and chuckle softly at a random resurfacing memory.
“What’s so funny?” Leon questions, raising his head from its resting place to eye you playfully, but you can see the little grin he’s holding back.
He always told you he didn’t get your jokes sometimes (you weren’t crazy for his dad jokes either), but your laugh was just so contagious he couldn’t help himself to chuckle too.
“All this talk about your back made me remember that when I was little, my dad used to have me to stand on his back whenever it was hurting.”
Leon considers that for a moment, arching a brow as he mulls it over.
“That doesn’t seem like a bad idea…”
Your eyes widen, “What? No.”
“Come on. I won’t break.”
He rolls onto his stomach with a grunt, the muscles in his broad shoulders rippling as he settles into the mattress.
You sigh, but climb over him anyway, carefully straddling his lower back and resting your hands on his shoulders for balance.
“How about I just give you a regular massage?”
“Not today.”
You scoff, rising to stand on the bed, “If your back gets worse, it’s not my fault.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
You choose to ignore that comment.
Carefully you bring one socked foot to his back, testing the pressure.
Leon exhales, melting just a little more into the mattress as the tension eases under the weight of your heel.
You take that as a sign to bring the other foot down.
You nearly jump out of your skin at the long drawn out groan that leaves Leon’s lips.
You only ever hear that when—wait, now’s not the time to think about that.
“Are you alright?” You ask, trying to maintain your balance.
He brings his hands back to grip your ankles gently and steady you.
“Yeah,” he replies without hesitation, “Keep going.”
You shrug, taking mini steps up and down his body making sure to shift your weight gently.
It was weird, he trained so often his back could be mistaken for a real sidewalk. It also felt just a tad disrespectful, walking all over your husband…but hey, he asked for it.
His hands curl loosely into the sheets, and every so often he lifts one to guide you.
“Right there,” he murmurs.
You experimented a little. He liked the steady pressure on his lower back.
When you lift onto your toes just to tease him, he grunts in protest.
“Not funny,” he mutters.
You laugh and step back into a firmer rhythm until he finally relaxes completely, forehead pressed to the mattress.
After a while, you carefully step off and drop down beside him.
He rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a moment, breathing slower now.
Then he sits up.
You watch him plant his feet on the floor and lift his arms overhead. His back arches and a series of soft clicks and pops follow.
He exhales through his teeth,
“I sound ancient.”
You grin, “Sound like bubble wrap.”
He glances over his shoulder to shoot you a look, but there’s no real malice in it.
Before you can say anything else, he turns and drops back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
He shifts closer, holding himself over you without pressing down.
He hooks his hands behind your knees and gently draws your legs around his waist.
“What are you doing?” you ask, trying not to smile.
“Returning the favor.”
“I don’t think you can prance around on my back Leon.”
He shoots you another look as he peels off one of your socks, then the other, tossing them aside carelessly.
His hands return to your calves as they begin to knead into the muscle.
You sigh before you can stop yourself.
His thumbs press slowly, working upward inch by inch.
When his hands reach your thighs and the hem of your shorts, you narrow your eyes at him.
He pauses, glancing up at you with that little half-smile.
“You might have to walk all over me later.”
The glimmer in his eyes was familiar, made him look all young and doughy again, like he did before raccoon city.
The morning light settles around you both, quiet and red and soft.
a/n: too lazy to make the text smaller for aesthetics lol. I’ll do that later.
also did anyone else’s dad make you walk on their backs 😭?
I’m so happy I made the reader older, like damn some of us wanna be hot and old too for once ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
Summary: Mahogany reflects on her life with her husband Leon over the years as she celebrates her 61st birthday and enjoys her retirement.
Content: Age gap (Mahogany is a decade older than Leon), Fic takes place after RE9, Slight AU where Leon arrives six months before the outbreak, Marriage and children are mentioned
Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
Cause nothing even matters, at all
Mahogany had a smile of bliss on her face as she was woken by gentle kisses on her face and being hugged tightly. The culprit was none other than her husband Leon Kennedy who was supposed to be on a mission right now. As if he could read her mind, he smiled and whispered in her ear.
“The mission went better than expected so I came home early. Besides, do you really think I would miss such an important day in my wife’s life?”
Oh yeah that’s right. It was Mahogany’s 61st birthday. She couldn’t believe time went by so fast in her life. She met Leon 30 years ago when she was a seasoned, hardened cop in the RPD and she was assigned to be his training officer. Although the time in that dynamic was very short (about 6 months), Mahogany was starting to soften thanks to Leon and her transition from undercover work to patrol was going a lot smoother when he came along.
The Raccoon City disaster just made Mahogany and Leon closer but not without shared trauma. Mahogany knew most of what was happening with Umbrella and Chief Irons thanks to secret contacts she had within the company but there wasn’t much she could do about it without risking her career or life. Plus she couldn’t tell any of her friends or her older brother Marvin without putting them at risk too.
Losing everyone she loved was a major setback for Mahogany and it destroyed any progress she was making to feel human again. The only reason she didn’t become a complete ice queen was because of Leon. He was always by her side and when they got recruited by the federal government, they leaned on each other even more. Mahogany’s prior experience in the Marines made it easy for her to adapt to the training and she became somewhat of a leader amongst the fellow recruits, uplifting and encouraging them. She also had a lot of favor with the higher-ups due to having a lot of info on Umbrella and hidden contacts which was helpful in their mission against them. When Mahogany and Leon became agents, they were paired up together on a lot of missions because of how close they were and much to no one’s surprise, they couldn’t resist each other any more, started dating, and the rest was history.
See I don’t need no alcohol
Your love makes me feel ten feet tall
Without it I’d go through withdrawal
Cause nothing even matters, at all
When Leon first met Mahogany 30 years ago in the RPD as a new rookie cop, it was like love at first sight for him. Never in his life had he seen a woman so beautiful! The fact that she was so tough and strong just made him even more enamored with her! Mahogany even had a special nickname for him: Five Minutes. She didn’t think Leon would last long at the RPD hence why she called him that. But as time went on, he was slowly proving her wrong and by the time they were recruited by the federal government, she had complete faith in him although she would’ve never admitted it out loud back then.
The training was grueling and absolute hell for Leon and he would’ve died if it wasn’t for Mahogany keeping him encouraged and uplifting him along the way. Seeing her take everything in stride and adapt so easily to the environment gave him the inspiration he needed to keep going and his feelings for Mahogany only grew because of that. Working alongside her slowly gave him the courage to finally confess his feelings for her and ask her out which Mahogany agreed to despite being skeptical because of her past which she still hadn’t told Leon about by that point. But like always, Leon proved Mahogany wrong and showed how serious he was about her.
He didn’t care about the fact that she was divorced or that she had a stillbirth from a cryptic pregnancy as well as an abortion. He didn’t care that she was a decade older than him. He just wanted her and he wanted her badly. Consequences be damned. Leon definitely had his demons (alcohol being the main one) but Mahogany was always there to prevent them from taking over him and over time, he started to slow down on the drinking which she was very glad to see because she didn’t want to lose him to alcoholism or PTSD. The love that Mahogany was slowly starting to give Leon was unmatched and he never wanted to be without it!
These buildings could drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there’s no place I’d rather be
Cause nothing even matters to me
Mahogany smiled gently at Leon as she continued laying in bed beside him in the present time. Now she had been married to him for 21 years and they had three kids together: twins named Leon Jr and Lauryn along with another girl named Vanessa. They had an empty nest since their kids were out on their own living their best lives. She was so happy that she decided to follow her heart and give Leon a chance instead of rejecting him. He was still proving her wrong to this day which made her trust in him ironclad.
“Remember our last mission together? It was pretty insane. I actually thought we were gonna die. You’d think the powers that be would’ve checked the fucking weather forecast before sending us out there.”
Mahogany’s last mission with Leon had entailed them going to an island resort that was actually a front for bioterrorism. It was an undercover kind of mission which was right up her alley due to her past experience but she didn’t want to go alone so she asked to take Leon with her. The dynamic duo were pretending to be employees at the resort so they could get close to the owners and bring them down. Things were going well at first and they were gathering intel but the mission had to be ended early because of a huge tsunami that unexpectedly came out of nowhere.
The resort was completely flooded and destroyed but Mahogany and Leon were able to capture the owners before they escaped, barely making it out before they all drowned. Despite the setbacks which included Mahogany being hospitalized from dry drowning and pneumonia, the evidence and intel she and Leon were able to gather was enough to put the owners away for life. Not bad for her last mission.
Mahogany was forced to retire since she had reached the mandatory age and although it felt bittersweet to no longer be working, she was very grateful for her long career and the many friends she met along the way. Now Mahogany mainly spent her days being spoiled by Leon more than she already was and being a good housewife for him which was ironic since she vowed to never be that especially when their kids were born. But she had nothing else better to do so she had to occupy herself somehow while Leon was gone on missions!
You’re part of my identity
I sometimes have a tendency
To look at you religiously (baby)
Cause nothing even matters, to me
Mahogany had a serene look on her face as she watched Leon cook breakfast for her. Normally she did the cooking since she was excellent at it but Leon insisted on taking over that duty while she relaxed. To her surprise, the food was absolutely delicious and she told Leon as such.
“You should cook more often, baby. This is amazing!”
“You’re welcome my goddess. The kids would go insane if they were here. I can hear the teasing now.”
Mahogany laughed at the thought of their kids teasing Leon about their culinary skills. Leon Jr would especially be shocked since he was in culinary school, studying to become a chef and start his own restaurant.
“I’m surprised you didn’t want anything much for your birthday this year. You usually go all out. Did something change? Or was last year too much for you?”
Mahogany’s last birthday was a huge celebration with everyone and it was a pretty wild time! Lots of food, alcohol, dancing, and games to name a few! Even Ada of all people showed up with a gift! Then Leon surprised her with a trip to Bora Bora for the weekend which was like a dream come true since Mahogany always wanted to go there one day. She had such an amazing time for her 60th birthday and it was easily the best birthday she ever had!
“Last year was amazing, Leon. It was the best birthday I’ve ever had and I can’t thank you enough for everything. All I really want this year is just to spend time with you and have some fun. I still have some energy in these old bones of mine you know.”
Mahogany had done a damn good job of keeping in shape over the years and while she didn’t look as fit as Leon, she still looked amazing for her age and she aged gracefully over the years! Leon smiled at his wife’s words as his thoughts got dirtier and dirtier at the mention of her still having energy despite being in her 60s.
“Oh I know all about your energy. I’ve experienced it plenty over the years and it’s still as amazing as ever. Your bones aren’t as old as you think.”
A smirk slowly crept over Mahogany’s face at Leon’s compliments. Their sex life was pretty wild even at their ages and apparently she always left him satisfied judging by how happy he always was around her.
“Thanks for the compliments Leon. You’re not so bad yourself. You’re still as hot as you were 30 years ago and I’m still experiencing orgasms more powerful than bio-terrorism so I definitely have no complaints in that area.”
“You wanna experience more orgasms before we go out and celebrate your birthday?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Said it don’t matter, baby baby
Spending the day with Leon went exactly like Mahogany hoped it would. He had bought a lot of beautiful gifts for her and although their kids couldn’t be with her to celebrate her birthday this year, they had sent their own gifts to her via Amazon which she greatly appreciated! One gift in particular that she had gotten from Leon was a gorgeous dress with matching heels, jewelry, and even a designer bag. Mahogany didn’t even want to imagine how much he paid for it all!
“Wear this on our date tonight. I have another surprise for you.”
Mahogany knew better than to ask questions and over the years of being with/knowing Leon, she learned to trust his judgment and go with the flow instead of being argumentative. So far, he had been spoiling her rotten so this surprise he had must be a damn good one!
As the couple drove in Leon’s Porsche, Mahogany smiled as she held his hand and gently kissed it. She never imagined that she would be this soft with anyone after her first marriage but Leon changed it all for her. God she loved this man!
Leon eventually pulled into the parking lot of a high end restaurant that Mahogany recognized which shocked her. She always wanted to go there but it was a reservation only place and it was always booked solid due to the popularity it received on social media. The restaurant even had celebrities come in sometimes!
“Leon? What are we doing here?”
“You always wanted to eat here, right? I was able to get a reservation for us. Though I had to book it well in advance. I wanted to take you here last year but I couldn’t because they were full.”
Mahogany was speechless as Leon opened the door for her like the gentleman he was and she stepped inside. Videos on social media did NOT do this restaurant justice and it looked absolutely gorgeous! The decor, the furniture, all of it was peak!
“Kennedy reservation please. Leon and Mahogany Kennedy.”
“Of course. Right this way please.”
The hostess had led them to a table that was on a balcony on the second floor with a beautiful view. It was so romantic that it felt like Mahogany was in a movie instead of reality!
“This is so amazing, Leon. Thank you so much. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“You deserve the world and more my goddess. There’s nothing I won’t do for you so don’t hesitate to ask. You’re always taking such good care of others so it’s only fair that someone takes care of you for a change.”
Mahogany could feel tears welling up in her eyes but holding back her emotions was a skill that she learned to master over the years so not a single tear fell. She didn’t think men like Leon existed and after everything she went through with her first husband, she had pretty much given up on love.
When the waitress came by to take their orders, Mahogany almost salivated at the choices on the menu. Since Leon was obviously paying for the meal, she was definitely gonna be a glutton tonight! Mahogany had one hell of an appetite and it was one of her vices but Leon loved it all the same! She decided to order a glass of Screaming Eagle wine and Steak & Blue Cheese Bruschetta for the appetizer while Leon ordered Don Perignon and Lobster Tartlets.
“It’s been a while since we’ve been out like this. I never realized how much time there truly was until I retired. How’s everyone been functioning without me?”
“They all miss you. Especially Sherry and Chris. A lot of the newer agents are bummed that they couldn’t meet you before you retired. I’m not the only legend around here. Without you, I wouldn’t be half the man I am today. Now that I’ve been cured of the T-Virus, I’m not taking life for granted ever again.”
Mahogany smiled sadly as she thought about the whole ordeal with the T-Virus that Leon suffered for so long. He tried his best to hide it so she wouldn’t worry but that never stopped her. She would cry herself to sleep sometimes when he was away for work because she was scared that he would die because of the virus.
“I feel the same way about you Leon. You’ve made me a better person and I never would’ve opened up my heart again if it wasn’t for you. I love you and you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
The waitress came out with their appetizers and drinks, asking for their orders. Mahogany saw a lot of delicious options and thankfully the restaurant had an excellent multi-course dinner special for 2 so she and Leon decided to order that.
“Great minds think alike after all. You think we’ll be able to eat everything?” Mahogany wondered since the dinner special was pretty large. Even though she had quite the voracious appetite, she was a bit self-conscious about how she presented it due to comments from others over the years.
“Yes we definitely will and you don’t have to hide your appetite from me. Eat and drink as much as you want tonight. You’re not greedy. You’re beautiful.”
“You keep talking like that and this food won’t be the only thing I’m eating tonight.”
“Does this mean I’m your dessert then?”
“Only if you behave like a good boy.”
This birthday was definitely going to end on a wild and naughty note for Mahogany and it was all thanks to how much Leon loved and adored her. Nothing even mattered as long as he was by her side and she looked forward to having him around for many more years to come!
See nothing it don’t matter
See nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
A/n: I had to write that scenario out, I'll write out more of them together but I needed to do this.
Konoha had made one catastrophic mistake was that they let you stay longer than two weeks.
At first the village thought you were harmless.
A slightly spoiled foreign princess who cried during winter, wore silk in inappropriate temperatures, and followed Iruka around like an affectionate tropical bird.
Then you discovered the neglected children and suddenly the village had a problem...a very spoiled and rich problem.
It started with Naruto because of course it would start with one of the loneliest kids.
Iruka should have known something terrible was brewing the moment he walked into Ichiraku and found you glaring at an elderly civilian hard enough to qualify as attempted murder.
Naruto sat beside you happily eating ramen completely oblivious.
“What happened?” Iruka asked cautiously.
You pointed dramatically. “That man called Naruto a demon.”
The civilian paled immediately.
Iruka sighed.
Naruto slurped noodles loudly. “I told her it happens all the time.”
You slowly turned toward Naruto with the expression of someone hearing the worst sentence imaginable. “…What.”
Naruto blinked.
Iruka immediately decided silence was the safest option.
You looked back toward the civilian, towards Naruto then back toward the civilian. "What?!"
The old man visibly sweated.
“You are a child,” you finally said softly to Naruto turning to him again.
Naruto shrugged with practiced carelessness that made something in Iruka’s chest ache.
"You will apologize." Your voice was low, then your wolves appeared. The man did of course, in stutters then soon he was running away in a puff of dust.
And that was it.
That was the exact moment you apparently decided Naruto Uzumaki belonged to you now.
The next morning Naruto was seen being dragged through the market wrapped in expensive furs while you loudly complained he was “too skinny.”
By the end of the week:
Naruto had new clothes, proper meals, an actual bedtime and had somehow acquired two enormous wolves that followed you everywhere and now guarded him like royal protectors.
And worst of all?
Naruto started calling your estate “home.”
Konoha never recovered.
Iruka rubbed his face tiredly as Kakashi casually appeared beside him atop a rooftop overlooking the chaos below.
“Your princess has acquired another one.”
Iruka looked down.
You were currently holding Sasuke Uchiha by the wrist while the poor boy stared at you with visible confusion.
“He needs emotional support,” you declared.
“I do not.”
“You live alone and look haunted.”
Sasuke looked offended.
“You glare like a widow.”
“…What does that even mean?”
Your massive white wolf leaned down and shoved its gigantic head directly into Sasuke’s side.
To everyone’s horror…Sasuke had actually pet it.
Kakashi snorted beside Iruka. “Oh that one’s definitely hers now.”
“It’s spreading,” Iruka muttered.
Because it was.
Sakura had cried one time after Ino insulted her forehead and suddenly you appeared behind her like an avenging spirit.
“That pink-haired child is mine now.” You pulled the girl to your chest.
Sakura cried harder.
Hinata stuttered nervously during a diplomatic dinner and you immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“This one is anxious. I’m taking her.”
Hiashi Hyuga nearly choked to death.
Neji looked deeply disturbed when you also claimed him fifteen minutes later.
“You glare like Sasuke,” you explained.
“That is not a valid reason.”
“It is to me...."
Gaara was somehow worse.
Nobody even knew how you managed it.
One diplomatic visit to Suna later and suddenly Gaara sat silently beside you while you brushed sand from his hair with heartbreaking gentleness.
Kankuro and Temari watched in absolute disbelief.
“…Did she just domesticate Gaara?” Kankuro whispered.
Gaara, who trusted approximately nobody, quietly held one of your wolves like an emotional support animal.
Temari stared blankly into the distance. “Oh my god.”
Back in Konoha the situation only escalated.
Because now the children followed you everywhere.
Naruto kicked open doors screaming “MOM LOOK.”
Sakura brought you flowers.
Hinata clung shyly to your sleeves.
Neji pretended he did not care while standing suspiciously close to you at all times.
Sasuke lurked nearby like an emotionally constipated cat.
Gaara only tolerated physical contact from you and your wolves.
The village elders were horrified. “You cannot simply collect children!” Homura snapped.
You gasped in offense. “I am not collecting them.”
There was a pause.
Then Naruto raised his hand proudly. “She kinda is.”
You ignored him. "These children require affection.”
“They have families!”
You pointed dramatically at Sasuke. "That one doesn’t.”
Sasuke looked almost touched despite himself.
Homura sputtered. “The Hyuga heirs certainly do!”
Hinata immediately clung tighter to your arm.
Hiashi sat nearby looking one inconvenience away from death.
Neji muttered, “I live here now.”
“You absolutely do not,” Hiashi hissed.
Your second wolf growled lowly.
Hiashi chose silence....wise choice.
"I will not stand by to let children be emotionally neglected and abused...if you wish to intervene..do take it up with my father!"
Tsunade sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, the woman rather not wanting to deal with a diplomatic incident or go to war. "I need a drink."
Kakashi wandered up beside Iruka again watching the chaos unfold with open amusement. "Aren’t you going to stop her?”
Iruka stared at the two gigantic wolves currently sprawled around your “adopted” children like furry bodyguards from hell.
One lifted its massive head slowly, its yellow eyes locked onto him.
Iruka immediately looked away. “…I’d rather not get my throat torn out.”
“Reasonable.”
Below them Naruto was loudly arguing that he should be the favorite child.
“You are all my favorites,” you declared.
Sasuke crossed his arms. “Obviously I’m the favorite.”
“Excuse me?!” Sakura snapped.
Gaara silently sat beside you already knowing he’d won.
And somehow despite the screaming, the chaos, the wolves, and the diplomatic incidents waiting to happen, Iruka realized something.
They looked happy.
Safe.
Wanted and Loved.
Naruto’s laugh echoed through the street.
Hinata smiled without fear.
Even Sasuke looked less alone.
Iruka sighed tiredly as Kakashi patted his shoulder.
Could I please get reactions/headcanons for Albert, Zeno, Krauser, Leon, Ada, Jill, and Claire, who have a female partner who is a competitive pole dancer? She has the same skill as dancers such as Anastasia Sokolova.
Thank you very much! 🥹🖤
HC Preferences: Resident Evil Boys & Girls x Reader Who Is A Pole Dancer
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⚠️Warning:⚠️
Nothing much, just a few sexual innuendos
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♂️♀️Male & Female Characters:
Leon S. Kennedy
Albert Wesker
Jack Krauser
Zeno Wesker
Jill Valentine
Claire Redfield
Ada Wong
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Leon S. Kennedy
Albert Wesker
Had, has and will always be very supportive of your pole dancing career, sometimes showing up at your competitions with a relaxed smile on his face, cheering you on from the audience without drawing too much attention to yourself, although he can't help bragging about your skills to his colleagues after the event.
You'll never fail to impress him by the strength and training required for you to compete at such a high standard, comparing them to his own training routines, although sometimes he will accompany you to training sessions, turning them into competitions where he pretends to be keeping up with you while secretly enjoying watching you exercise.
Leon can sometimes get protective of you when fans or judges get overexcited about your performances, standing by your side after the event to chase away any overly excited fans, while telling you that it is just his agent skills at work.
Totally sees your grace and beauty both as incredibly sexy, and often makes jokes like "If zombies ever learn to pole dance, we're all doomed because you'd outshine them," to hide how impressed he is with you.
After a big win, Leon surprises you with celebrations back at home, like ordering your favorite takeout and giving you a massage to make sure you know how proud he is of all the tricks and spins you learn.
Jack Krauser
He sees your competitive pole dancing as proof of human potential, which he studies with interest, complimenting your techniques and comparing them to the enhancements he has created, seeing your skill and power as proof of the potential he believes in.
Attends your events in secret, lurking in the shadows with a smirk on his face, admiring the attention and dominance your performance holds over the crowd, seeing this as proof of the superiority he believes in.
Will challenge you to further hone your skills and push yourself to the limits, even going so far as to use viral enhancements, which you've managed to talk him out of (because why would he even expect you to you want that for yourself?).
Your flexibility and strength fascinate him on a personal level, resulting in intense and private encounters where he challenges you to perform various routines, turning it into a challenge of control and seduction.
Keeps memorabilia from your competitions, such as trophies or videos, and keeps them in his private quarters as symbols of your joint excellence, subtly assuring that anyone else in the field faces challenges if they dare to encroach on your limelight.
This man is gonna be completely focused on the power in your pole dancing, hyping you up for the competitions with military-style pep talks, focusing on the power in your core strength and endurance that makes you a "warrior on the pole," which he finds impressive and hot as fuck.
Will 100% be your workout partner, using your routines in his own workouts to develop the same level of agility in his own body, turning it into a competitive workout where he'll bet push-ups with you over who can hold the pose the longest, letting you win every time just to see the pleased smile on your face.
At the events, his imposing presence in the audience will silence any potential hecklers, and after the show, he'll grab you in a rough embrace, whispering in your ear things like "Y' owned that stage, just like I'd expect from my girl", showing his pride in your dominance.
He not only understands but appreciates the discipline involved in your sport, comparing it to his own combat background, and will surprise you with special gear or poles designed for optimal performance, demonstrating his commitment to your success.
He gets that raw thrill from observing the oozing sensuality combined with athleticism involved in your performances, resulting in nights filled with passion as he invites you to "show him what you've got," combining admiration with his possessiveness.
Zeno Wesker
With his inherited cunning, Zeno perceives your pole dancing skills as a form of art and strategy, sometimes analyzing your routines after the competition to emphasize how your movements outsmart gravity itself, considering you a perfect complement to his calculated world.
He watches your competitions with a composed air, mingling with the other high-class spectators, but never takes his eyes off you, later complimenting your skills on how they elevate the sport to a near-superhuman state, much like his aspirations.
Definitely assists your training by providing high-tech equipment or video analysis to further enhance your skills, using his intellectual capabilities to give you a competitive edge over other dancers, while making sure you understand it's your natural skills that most intrigue him.
Your grace under pressure brings to mind the resilience of his lineage, and it’s attractive to him, leading to moments where he asks for private demonstrations, turning them into a competition of intellectual and physical skills.
Will absolutely work behind the scenes to undermine unfair judgment and rival threats to your career, using subtle machinations to ensure your success, and celebrates your triumphs with exclusive and secretive night-outs, affirming his undeniable devotion to your shared pursuit for excellence.
Jill Valentine
Jill is your biggest cheerleader at competitions, sitting in the crowd but always ready to encourage you, admiring how your pole dancing highlights your strength and agility as she relies on these for her own sport in the field.
Accompanies you to practice sessions, turning these into fun and empowering practice as you both challenge each other to your limits, as she laughs off her own attempts while admiring your skills as you flip and hold yourself on the pole.
At all times will Jill be your protector at events, surveying the crowd as if on a mission to protect you in the midst of all the attention, and afterwards, she will debrief you over coffee and tell you how you inspire her in her own battles.
Your mutual athleticism brings you closer together, as Jill finds total empowerment in your sport, often surprising you with recovery tools like massages or outfits that showcase your strength and beauty.
Would be mesmerized by the artistry involved in your performances, resulting in sweet moments where she admits she falls for you harder because of your passion and skill for the sport, enjoying victories through low-key adventures.
Claire Redfield
Loves the thrill of your competitions, showing up with signs and enthusiasm, bragging about your skills to anyone who will listen, comparing your expertise with the pole to her own daring adventures and referring to you as her "superhero on a stick."
She goes along with your training sessions, even giving the moves a try with varying degrees of success, turning your sessions into bonding moments filled with laughter at your own patience and athleticism in the sport.
Claire's adventurous nature is exemplified in her planning of your celebrations after your victories in the competitions, such as road trips, reminding you that your resolve is like her own will to live.
Thrives for the empowerment she sees in your dancing, often talking about how it breaks stereotypes, and she'll defend your passion for it with all her heart against anyone who doubts you, showing her loyalty to you.
Is hella impressed by your flexibility and grace, and this has created moments of playfulness and intimacy at home, where she'll ask for an encore performance from you.
Ada Wong
She watches your performances in disguise, blending into the crowd unnoticed, but her keen eyes observe everything about your performance, then confides in you afterwards about how your accuracy and beauty are reminiscent of her own spy skills.
Studies your moves with spy-like insight, providing you with hints on how to improve your leverage and balance, all while she enjoys how your skills make you vulnerable and powerful at the same time, just as her red dress does in a firefight.
She'd bring you high-quality gadgets or information on your competitors as a way of showing her support for you without ever making it too obvious.
Your sensuality on the pole fascinates her, and she engages in seductive games where she challenges you to infuse espionage elements in your routines, creating a fusion of your two worlds in exciting, exclusive encounters.
Ada celebrates your victories with enigmatic signals such as anonymous gifts and midnight meetings, confirming to you that your talent remains one of the few things in the world to fully captivate her elusive heart.
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