when u find a masterpiece x reader fic, but the reader turns out to have a name and a description
todays bird

Andulka
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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when u find a masterpiece x reader fic, but the reader turns out to have a name and a description

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some random lil re4 doodles âșïž
Old sleepy Sukuna and little uraume art by chucklenuts
Overpower me ughhh
You know when cats take a fat nap and wake up all scraggly art by chucklenuts

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megumi's morning view
wanna grab his ass
LEON S. KENNEDY in RESIDENT EVIL, dev. Capcom
You love your sister Jill, and you have so much fun hanging out with her. That's why you always stop by the station at lunch time, when sheâs on site anyway.
Yep, your sister is your bestie. That's why you always waltz right on in, sporting the shortest skirt you can get away with, a coffee in each hand as you poise yourself on her desk, legs âcarelesslyâ swinging into a provocatively crossed position.
All about your favourite sister Jill and nothing to do with her Captain. The one with shiny blond hair you just want to run your fingers through for hours and the permanently stoic demeanour.
Albert Wesker (re1) x my oc

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When the smut is genuinely so good you look like ts
thinking about being ada's controversially young gf.......... she's toxic asf and every time you bring her up your friends roll their eyes. every time you fight she freezes you out until you apologize first. she gets SO jealous but will never ever admit it. gives you expensive gifts when she knows she's wrong. keeps hella secrets but wants to know all your business. do y'all see the vision?
thinking about being ada's controversially young gf.......... she's toxic asf and every time you bring her up your friends roll their eyes. every time you fight she freezes you out until you apologize first. she gets SO jealous but will never ever admit it. gives you expensive gifts when she knows she's wrong. keeps hella secrets but wants to know all your business. do y'all see the vision?
leon's putting on his uniform while looking in the mirror as you lay in bed, oogling him. "you look so good in your uniform, leon."
"hmm, thanks, babe." leon replies, putting on his holster- not really paying you any mind.
"yeah. my strong, sexy, mean, cop boyfriend," you purr, strutting over and wrapping your arms around his waist, peppering kisses on his neck.
"who, me? i'm hardly a cop, still in training- i mean really everyone at the station just calls me rookie-"
"could just throw me around, huh? with these big muscles..." you feel up his biceps through his uniform, practically drooling. leon doesn't really catch where you're trying to go with this, more focused on getting ready for work. "apprehend me for all my wrongdoings. oops, officer, i smoked weed yesterday. forgive me," you mock.
"god, um, smoking weed isn't a crime anymore. i buy it for you, y'know... and i would smoke it with you, but i can't-"
you purse your lips in annoyance as he continues to adjust his uniform. "leon."
"yeah?" he finally looks at you in the mirror with his baby blue eyes. god, he's so cute. innocent, even. it pisses you off.
"fucking just play along with me."
imgonnagetyouback
leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: believe it or not, breaking up with leon kennedy was the easy part. deciding whether to move on or make him regret it is harder. inspired by taylor swift's song, imgonnagetyouback.
cw: eventual smut, re9!leon, dso!reader, brat!reader, large age gap, toxic relationship, sexual tension, alcoholism, jealousy, possessiveness, power imbalance, weapons, mentions of re8
part one of two | comment to be tagged <3 | divider cred @/feimingo
You were so over Leon Kennedy.
So over him, in fact, that you requested reassignment at the DSO. You had dated for several months and had been partners for even longer, but you could hardly imagine continuing to work in the same office let alone together in the field. Your job was serious! You were a special agent! And though you truly cared about your current assignment- investigating the village incident in Romania a few years ago- you needed to put as much distance between yourself and Leon as possible.
So, instead of traveling to Romania, you were going to be staying rather close to home. Your boss put you and your new partner, Penn, in charge of investigating the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center.
âThis is a huge mission, agent,â said the director. âI expect the utmost discretion.â
âYes, sir,â you replied, eagerly leaning forward in your chair. You had arrived to work only a few minutes ago and your first stop was his office after receiving the email that your transfer request had been approved yesterday evening.
âI am entertaining this sudden reassignment because I respect you. I also think it will be beneficial for an experienced agent such as yourself to show Penn the ropes,â the director remarked. âBut I will not lie and say that I am not disappointed that I have to split you and Agent Kennedy up.â
âI understand, director. This will be for the best,â you said passionately, rising from your seat. âI wonât let you down.â
And it was true- you were very good at your job. You had received an award for your valor in your field and you werenât even 30. That was unheard of in the DSO, especially for a female agent. And Leon had been sure to throw that in your face that night. You tried not to get lost in your thoughts at work- again, this mission was important. But you couldnât help yourself as you recalled the night you called it off as you made your way back to your office.
It had been a good day to start. That morning, you met with a few agents from the BSAA to review the information they had on their extraction of Mia and Rose Winters. This was going to progress your investigation greatly and allow you and Leon to head to Romania sooner than you thought. You were very used to living and traveling together, after all, it had been one year of it. Your formal education in biochemistry and his extensive experience in combating bioterrorism was a perfect match, your director said.
A perfect match indeed. He was much older, yes, but you were mature. Leon was a charmer, that much was true. He was funny, sexy, and intelligent- all things you had ever hoped for in a partner. You dated a few boys in college, but this was a man. Everything, from his watch, to his car, to his guns- both department issued and god-given- was attractive. You couldnât believe he wasnât married. Looking back, it should have been more obvious.
You were a little hesitant to begin with- one really should not date their coworkers, especially as a new employee- but you both agreed to keep your developing relationship on the downlow. During the day, you would both do your jobs. You were professional. And to this day, not many know about your history with Leon. But at night, you would either hang out at your apartment- never his- or he would take you out a few towns away in a dress and heels his hefty DSO paycheck paid for. You were spoiled and you loved it. At first.
You started to find yourself quite annoyed with him often. He had practically moved into your apartment, which was fine, until heâd get home far too late for a weeknight. Despite many attempts, heâd blow you off anytime you suggested staying at his place for a weekend. It seemed he didnât want to let you in, in more ways than one. At first, you told yourself that heâd spent most of his life traumatized and misunderstood. But how long were you willing to make excuses for him?
That particular night, you were debriefing Leon on your conversation with the BSAA agents. âThe BSAA donât think that Miranda is truly dead,â you informed him, pacing back and forth in your kitchen as he sharpened his hatchet at your table.
âEthan blew up the entire village. Sheâs dead,â he argued without even looking up from his task.
You opened your refrigerator and grabbed your favorite wine. You were silent as you poured it, but after you took your first sip, you replied. âBut the BSAA recovered some kind of fragment that they believe contains her consciousness. I just feel like if we go to the site and-â
âListen,â Leon cut you off. âIâve been dealing with the BSAA for years. They donât know what theyâre doing. Let me deal with them.â
âI am capable of doing my job, you know,â you shot back, standing directly in front of him now. âI donât always need your help.â
âDonât get like that,â he said, standing up from the chair to put his gear back in his bag. âYouâre a rookie, thatâs all. I am just trying to help.â
âA rookie?â you scoffed. âI would think the recognition I got at last monthâs gala would elevate me from rookie.â
âYeah, itâs very impressive,â he replied, drawing out his words, his gaze still fixed on his bag. âI wonder if the director knows I did most of the work.â
âExcuse me?â you replied, not believing he said what he did. âAre you seriously trying to take credit for my success? You know of all people should know how fucking hard I worked on that case.â
Leon let out a âhmpfâ and shrugged his shoulders.
âOh, donât be short with me now, Leon. It seems you have sooo much to say, so letâs hear it,â you said, crossing your arms. âTell me more about how Iâm so inexperienced.â
Leon finally looked at you then, slow and deliberate, like you were something he had to assess rather than someone he cared about.
âYou want me to say it?â he asked, his voice low. âFine. Youâre good, smart. But youâre not ready for half the things you think you are.â
You let your hands fall to your sides. âThere it is.â
âIâve seen the shit that happens out there,â he gestured with his hands towards the door, stepping closer to you now. âYou read reports and conduct interviews-â
âI was in the field with you, Leon," you snapped.
âAnd I kept you alive,â he shot back, sharp.
A bitter laugh escaped your lips. âWow. So thatâs what this is? You think Iâm some child you have to fucking babysit?â
âI think youâre getting ahead of yourself,â he said. âAnd instead of listening, you⊠what? You get a little recognition and suddenly you think you donât need my guidance?â
âGuidance?â you repeated. âIs that what you call it? Because it feels a lot like control.â
âYou donât know what control looks like, babe.â
âDonât babe me,â you challenged. âIf itâs not control, what would you call shutting me out of your life? Or refusing to even let me step foot in your god damn apartment? Or deciding youâll âhandleâ things? Weâre supposed to be equal, Leon.â
âThe apartment thing,â he stopped on that part. âIs different. I've told you that.â
âIs it?â you pressed. âOr is it just easier for you to keep me at armâs length so you can keep pulling rank over me?â
You caught his jaw jump. âYouâre twisting this.â
âYou loooove that youâre older. More experienced. It gives you an excuse to talk down to me like Iâm one of your little trainees.â Your voice was raised now.
âThatâs not what Iâm doing.â
âAre you sure?â you shot back. âBecause it sounds like you canât stand the idea that I donât need YOU to do MY job.â
âThatâs not-â He stopped, exhaling. âYouâre missing the point.â
âThen enlighten me,â you said, throwing your hands up. âSince you always know best.â
âSomeone has to,â he said, quietly.
âYeah,â you said with finality. âI think we're done here.â
Leon frowned. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIt means,â you said, stepping back, putting space between you and him. âIt means Iâm not doing this anymore. Iâm not going to keep fighting to be taken seriously by someone whoâs supposed to be on my side.â
âYouâre overreacting,â he said immediately.
âNo,â you replied, shaking your head. âIâm finally reacting the way I should have a long time ago. I think you should leave.â
âSeriously?â he asked, his brows pulling together.
âYeah, seriously.â
He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. âYouâre kicking me out over a little argument?â
âIâm ending this,â you corrected. âThe âlittleâ argument where you spent 10 minutes insulting me just made it obvious.â
For a moment, he just looked at you, like he was waiting for you to back down. Like you always did. But you wouldnât this time. âPack your things, Leon.â
Your arms were outstretched, your hands against the credenza in your office with your back towards the door when a sharp knock rang in your ears. You hoped to god before you turned around that it wasnât him so soon after recalling that memory, so you were delighted to see Penn leaning against the door frame.
âDonât tell me youâre already stressed about the case,â he said, sinking down into one of your chairs. "You're supposed to be the brave one. I'm practically shitting my pants."
You tucked your hair behind your ear as you leaned down to grab some files from the cabinet. âNo, no,â you laughed. âIâm... trying to go caffeine free and itâs really not working out.â
âOh,â Penn replied, sharing in your laughter. âNo offense, agent, but I really do feel like that is bad timing.â
âI am beginning to agree,â you said, rubbing your head, feigning a headache, when really, you were trying to scrub the last remnants of Leon Kennedy from your mind. âAnyways, I think itâs best if we meet in the conference room to discuss our strategy after weâve both had a chance to read the briefing.â
âYes maâam,â Penn affirmed. âIâll see you after lunch?â
You nodded your head at that, and as he left, your gaze was fixed on his dark, curly hair. Cut it out, you almost said to yourself out loud. You straightened, exhaling through your nose as your eyes shifted down towards the files in your hands. You pressed your lips together, squaring your shoulders as you stacked the folders into a neat pile. Work. Thatâs what this was. A new assignment, a new partner, a clean break. And you really need to get out more.
Though, you knew it was only a matter of time before you would have to see him.
That afternoon, you made your way to the conference room, a steaming cup of the DSOâs finest coffee in hand. You swung open the door without much care, thinking it would be empty save for maybe Penn, if he had arrived early. Instead, you found Leon and his new partner, a seasoned agent named Marco. It looked like they were reviewing video footage from the village in Romania.
âHey there, miss big shot,â Marco teased. âLook at you moving on up and leaving us poor bastards with your sloppy seconds.â
You let out a laugh and tried your hardest not to look at Leon with a slight sense of satisfaction. âIâm a tough act to follow, I know,â you replied.
You could feel the heat of his gaze on you. Truthfully, you didnât know if it was in anger or desire. You hadnât talked since that night and there was plenty left unsaid. You didnât care, though. He made his bed and now he could lie in it.
âWe were just leaving,â Leon finally said, sharply. âThe roomâs all yours.â
You didnât bother responding as crossed the room and set your stack of files on the big glass table at the center of the room. As Leon and Marco gathered their things, Penn walked in.
âHey, sorry- I got tied up downstairs-â
You looked up as Penn stepped into the room, a little breathless but smiling, one hand still on the door.
âRight on time,â you said, a touch lighter now.
Pennâs gaze flicked between the three of you in the room. âOh, uh, hi,â he added, straightening slightly. âI didnât realize the room was occupied this afternoon-â
âMarco,â Marco cut in, stepping forward and offering a hand. âDonât worry about it. Weâre on our way out.â
âPenn. Iâm new to DSO. Nice to meet you.â Penn looked over at Leon, thinking he would introduce himself like Marco did. When he didn't, âAgent Kennedy,â Penn said instead, extending his hand politely.
Leon looked at it for a beat too long before taking it, his expression unreadable. âPenn,â he repeated flatly.
Penn, to his credit, didnât falter. âIâve heard a lot about you,â he said, glancing briefly in your direction. âYouâre like, a fucking legend.â
Something tight coiled in your chest, but you pushed past it, offering Penn a small smile as you stepped beside him. âOh, heâs not too intimidating,â you said. You reached for one of the folders and handed it to him.
At your kindness towards Penn and your smart remark, you could have sworn you saw Leonâs jaw tightening, his shoulders squaring just slightly, like he was settling into something he couldnât quite name.
Marco glanced between the two of you, then at Leon. âWell,â he said, clapping his hands together once, breaking the tension, âweâll let you two get to it.â
Penn let out a small breath after they had closed the door with a sharp click. â...Was it just me, or was that-â
âWhat?â you questioned, already moving to sit at the table, flipping open your file like nothing had happened.
Penn laughed under his breath. âNothing, nevermind.â
You didnât look up. âDonât worry about it,â you said. âLet's get started. We have a lot of work to do... try to keep up.â

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Fine Wine
Leon Kennedy (Re9) x Fem!reader
Summary: Hitting the big 3-0 feels like an existential crisis when society has convinced you your desirability will officially expire. Fortunately, your 51-year-old neighbor is more than happy to prove that sex appeal only gets better with age.
Content: Smut (fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie), slightly insecure reader, and so much fluff itâs actually sickening
Word count: 6.5k
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âWhat are you doing out here?â
The scent of cedar and gunpowder hits your nostrils before a pair of polished boots comes into your line of sight, stopping inches away from your toes.
Your complete lack of awareness is exactly why embarrassment warms your cold cheeks. Too consumed by mourning your current predicament, you hadn't even caught the subtle displacement of the evening air, nor the heavy crunch of Leon's stride closing the stretch of lawn between your two houses.
You shouldâve, considering youâve always been attuned to his presence, to the low timbre of his voiceâheard it across the street while heâs bent over the hood of his car, felt it vibrate through the air when he offers a polite good morning that lingers long after heâs gone.
But that same voice currently carries a note of concern as he finds you at your absolute lowest, shivering in a low-cut party dress and smudged eyeliner right on your doorstep.
borrowed - leon kennedy
gn!reader âą 580 words âą re9 leon (no spoilers)
you liked to steal things of leonâs. clarification, you liked to borrow his things, and then forget to give them back. nothing significant that he would miss, or be upset without - but little things, like his clothes or his cologne when he was gone and you missed the way he smelled.
it doesnât bother him, itâs more of a reassurance knowing that if heâs misplaced something, you likely know where it is.