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Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:
Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.
You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.
When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.
A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)
Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)
The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.
Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.
Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.
As someone who spent over a decade catering luxury events, let me add some back of house info:
These events are almost always open bar. They're not trying to make their money back on alcohol. They want you to drink and eat and donate generously.
If there are cocktails, there will be at most two on offer, pre-made in large tubs. You cannot order a different version, it is what it is.
There are two types of events: cocktail style or seated. The first includes roaming hors d'oeuvres or a fancy buffet with tiny plates called a grazing station. For a long night, the roaming food will get a little bigger throughout the evening and have a 'main' at some point based around a protein.
A seated event will usually be more structured and may include multiple courses. Silver service is not in vogue anymore. You are likely to get either alternating meals brought to you like at a wedding, or served banquet style. A good caterer can get a plate to everyone in a 300 person event in about three minutes.
Drunk people are the same no matter how expensive their suits. They still laugh too loud, spill their drinks and slip on the dance floor. They are usually less embarrassed about doing coke in the bathrooms.
A full scale event that starts at 6pm will have staff arriving at noon to begin setup. Earlier if there's a light show or pyrotechnics. Typically venues don't just have 30 tables and three hundred chairs lying around, let alone table cloths, chair covers, etc. It's all rented and brought in on the day. Bands and DJs will be running audio tests in the background throughout.
Most heritage buildings that host these things, like museums and manor houses, aren't really designed for them. They might put down mats so you're not walking in stilettos over two hundred year old wooden floors, the kitchens are weirdly far away, and there are not enough taps. There is never anywhere for staff to sit, so if you open the wrong door you might find half a dozen waiters sitting on upturned milk crates in a room full of million dollar paintings, eating the left over bread.
Really old buildings don't have enough bathrooms, which means the staff will be sharing with the guests.
Clean up starts the second the event ends, if not sooner. Unattended glasses will start to disappear first, then table decorations. When the timer ticks over, the lights come back on and exhausted staff strip the tables, pack up dirty glasses and unopened wine bottles and have to Tetris it all into the back of a van. The venue is booked for that day only, so everything has to be gone before anyone can go home. A large event that finishes at midnight might take until 3am to be cleared away.
These are very long and physically demanding nights for anyone working them. The staff all get to know each other, and will absolutely notice someone trying to sneak in wearing a borrowed uniform. They are not being paid enough to care.
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Girl omg I neeeeeed to see fav pics of Will! gimme the eye candy
Girl you have opened a can of worms you're not ready for! Enjoy the frankly stupid amount of photos of Will I have save on Pinterest lol
My favourite flavours of Will are bleach blonde Will and long hair Will but that may just be cause I love a mullet and a weird 80s punk vibe so much!!!!
I highly encourage everyone to reblog with your fav pics! I wanna see lol
SUMMARY leon loves your body even more after giving birth to your daughter.
PAIRINGS re9!leon kennedy x wife!reader
WORD COUNT 0.5k
WARNINGS 18+ smut! p in v. missionary. sweet/soft sex. reader is insecure about her body. leon is obsessed with her body. reader does cry slightly due to insecurities. unspecified age gap relationship. not proofread, lowercase intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE request: "hi can i please do a request about smut leon re9 x wife get intimate and this is after a while ever since she gave birth to their daughter. her body has changed like stomach area and leon says sweet things while they are having sex." i lowkey don't feel that proud of this but i genuinely couldn't seem to write anything that i really liked.
“don’t hide, love. i wanna see you.” leon rasped, hands going to move your own which had subtly gone to hide all your insecurities.
between the sleepless nights of having a newborn and leon’s occasional missions, you hadn’t been able to be intimate with your husband in too long. because of that, you had grown to hate your new body and you were convinced leon would be disgusted by it too. so, you hid behind the guise of being a new mom to avoid the inevitable. that is, until sherry had offered to watch your daughter. “so you can relax for a little while.” was her excuse.
you jumped at the opportunity to spend time with your husband, relaxing. you knew your daughter was in the best possible hands. what had started out as a simple movie and takeout night quickly turned to leon’s lips attached to your neck as his hands roamed your body.
now, you were on your bed as leon kissed along your jaw and neck as if he was a man starved. your clothes lined the hallway, leaving you bare to his intense gaze. you shifted, attempting to covering your stomach which held many stretch marks, you did carry a child for nine months after all.
“god, i’ve missed this.” leon began to kiss lower, sucking between the valley of your breasts. his mouth grew closer to your stomach as his fingers found your clit. you moaned at the touch, between the chaos of the new stage of your life you had forgotten how much you missed being intimate with your husband. “you’re so gorgeous.”
leon kissed along each stretch mark as his finger slowly eased its way into your awaiting hole. “fuck, sweetheart. look at you. you carried a child, our child. you’re a fucking goddess, woman.” your cheeks heated up as you managed to pull leon’s head up to yours.
you captured his lips in a kiss, “need you, leon.” you whispered against his lips, pushing past your insecurities. you knew deep down that leon would love you no matter what. you knew the man you married, but that didn’t always stop the self-deprecating thoughts.
“you got me, sweetheart.” leon whispered, nipping at your lips lightly. “jus’ love your body s’much.” leon eased his finger out, replacing it with his cock. he entered slowly, giving you time to adjust as he took in the feeling of your velvety walls. “so beautiful, baby. everything ‘bout you.” leon’s hand folded into yours as he settled inside you.
he wiped a stray tear that trickled down your cheek, kissing you softly. “love you so fuckin’ much. can’t believe you’re mine.” leon knew of your doubts, even though you never voiced them. he couldn’t see why you saw yourself that way, but he was going to show you why you damn well shouldn’t feel that way.
“all your’s leon, all your’s.” you whined as he began to move slowly. he knew you still felt pain, the doctor said that’d be normal. so, leon took his time with you, whispering his love to you as you teetered on the edge of coming undone.
“come on, sweetheart, come with me.” leon whispered soft praises as you came undone together. he rested his forehead against yours as you both heaved in heavy breaths.
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In which Leon has you spread out for him just the way he likes.
tags/warnings: oral (f! receiving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, sappy smut that also is erotic, soft dom leon, a little dirty talk
wc: 1.4k
a/n: heyyy i'm on such a leon kick these days and literally wrote this as soon as i finished the fic i just posted yesterday... and yes. i did get inspo from the way leon says beautiful when he finds the motorcycle in rc. enjoy <3
Leon prefers you like this.
When he knows you're at his mercy, he could do anything and yet- he hasn't made a single move.
He's greedy just sitting there, dragging his eyes over every inch of your skin, letting himself throb in his underwear at the sight.
Leon would've thought this was a painting in a museum dedicated to erotica if he wasn't so aware that this was his bedroom, his bed you were draped over, just awaiting his touch.
It would be so easy to drop his boxers, to spit in his hand and wet himself just enough to slide into you, and yet he doesn't.
That mind blowing orgasm he never fails to give you takes time, and by god is he ever so good at it.
He's already hard just looking at you, seeing what a mess your body can make without being touched. The anticipation is killing him.
"Leon…"
Your voice breaks him from his entranced state, catching the way your hips push back into the air as if he were standing right above you.
"I'm here, baby."
"Need you…"
He chuckles in that low vibrato, and hearing you whine only makes him want to give you the world even more.
Leon has his blues trained on your figure, even when he starts walking towards you slowly. It's tantalizing knowing you're just as much on fire as he is.
Your back is starting to prickle with sweat, and the light of his bedroom illuminates how soaked you've been for the past hour, already gripping the duvet of his bed with such desperation.
He can hear your shaky breaths when he starts to lean down over you, one hand near either side of your torso on the mattress.
Leon moves your hair out of your face to press a kiss to your temple, the already flushed look on your face making him smirk just the slightest bit.
"Prettiest in the whole world, my girl…" he praises, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.
His stubble gently scratches your skin as his kisses snake down your back, dragging his fingertips over the backs of your arms and your hands. It's got you shivering for more of his touch, wanting much too badly to see what he's doing.
His thumbs press small circles into your skin as he moves down your back, leaving kisses in their wake. When he gets down to the plush of your ass, he grips it softly in his palms and moves to the backs of your thighs.
Leon's eager fingers travel to your inner thighs, making sure he can see you in all your glory.
You moan again when you feel his breath so close to where you need him, yet he hasn't even touched you.
"Beautiful…" is his reaction when he spreads you open with his thumbs, folds of your pussy just covered in arousal.
All of it was his doing- the praise, and every one of those little compliments he'd whisper in your ear when you got him blushing with just your beauty.
It's enough to make a whine erupt from you, so needy for more of him already.
"You're soaked, aren't you, angel? All cause'a me?"
Leon's pressing more kisses into the backs of your thighs, reeling in the sounds it pulls from you.
"Mhm…" you whimper.
Leon doesn't even need to hear you beg- he knows you want it as he inches closer to press a kiss against your folds.
His surprise contact makes you gasp, pulling another breathy moan from you, and he chuckles.
"So worked up…" he mutters, taking another look before licking his way up right over your entrance.
"Y-your fault— oh, fuck…"
It's the vibration of his sly chuckle that has you pushing back into him, tongue laving its way through your folds. He pulls you a little towards him as he settles on his knees behind you, and licks his way right up to your little bundle of nerves.
That's the button he knows gets you going, turning you into even more of a mess than before.
He prefers you like this.
Especially when his tongue slips inside you for the first time and you sing for him, louder than you usually do.
When you're moaning and cursing under your breath, whimpering his name in the filthiest of ways like he can't hear every word you're saying.
"Leon, Leon, Leon…"
He can't help but praise you.
"My sweet girl looks so pretty like this…"
Two of his fingers start to swirl at your clit while he takes in the taste of you.
Laves of his tongue move through you as he goes, and you know he's soaking in every sound you make.
It's not long before he realizes you're getting close- your voice gets louder and breathier and you start muttering things he can't make out. That, and your thighs shaking with the urge to fall over the edge. His tongue slows on you immediately,
"Baby, please, I'm g-gonna cum…"
How you tremble splayed out for him like this, a work of art at your most vulnerable, letting him show you just how much he does love and care for you. There's no better drug in the world.
"Then cum for me, baby… Just let go for me, you're doin' so good."
"Fuck! I-I'm cumming…"
"Good girl…"
He can feel your clit throbbing as you're pushed into your release, seeing stars while he continues to circle his fingers on your most sensitive parts.
When he slows and removes himself from you is when he can see the mess that's truly been made. You're still making those pretty sounds for him, body covered in a little sheen of sweat.
Turning to look towards him doesn't get you very far before Leon's flipping you onto your back like it's nothing to him. He's always been strong, but to realize just how much muscle he has makes you shiver.
"Not done with you yet, baby."
He smirks at you- a dashing look that turns you on all over again.
Even before he's got himself free, he leans down to kiss you sweetly, once on your lips and twice on the cheek. Your pupils are lust blown and lidded as he catches your gaze.
"Did so good for me before, think you can give me another, gorgeous?"
It's then your eyes drag down his torso, appreciating every little hair on his chest and navel. So beautifully painted and pretty in a way that makes you crazy.
You're agreeing before you even realize he's freed his erection, still riding the high from a few moments ago. Times like this, you forget how much power he has over you.
Leon has ways even you don't understand fully, where he can just throw you a smile or run his eyes down your figure to make your brain turn off completely.
"Want my cock, sweetheart? Know your pussy wants it, she's cryin' for me…"
He can't help but run his tip through your folds, a generous amount of your slick covering his tip.
"Y-Yes… please, baby…"
You didn't have to ask so prettily, but you did.
Leon isn't surprised upon being able to push into you so easily, you're soaked- and it's a sight to see.
When he's fully bottomed out inside, he leans over and shallowly starts thrusting to get you used to his size.
"There we go, baby. Just let it all out. Don't hold back for me, okay?"
"Mhm… so big, Leon…"
"Don't have to flatter me, baby…" he groans when he pushes as far in as he can, hearing you mewl in response.
"Uh huh… love you so much…"
Leon's fingers interlock with one of your hands as he uses the other one around your waist to pull you against him.
"Love you so much, my perfect girl. My only girl…"
He gets a drive of possessiveness when he utters that, his thrusts changing from shallow to deep with every movement.
"How'd I get so lucky, huh?"
"Leon— fuck!"
You're clenching around him when his low voice sounds out, second orgasm not too far behind your first. With the way you sound combined with your warmth around him, Leon's already close too.
"Cum for me again, baby…"
Fluttering walls trigger your release, and you're pulling him close to you while his high chases close behind.
A moment later he's thrown into release, cock twitching as he spills inside you with slowing thrusts.
Leon's kissing your face softly as you both catch your breath, one of your hands reaching up to move his hair out of his face.
absolutely fucking depraved. greedily sopping up your pussy without a care in the world.
you'd just come back from work. hadn't even showered yet. hadn't shaved down there in a hot minute, but as soon as he got a good look at your bent over form, plush lips outlined in those tiny panties, he was salivating. on you in seconds. pushing your hips down on the bed as his hands shook with excitement, wrenching the flimsy fabric off your cunt.
nothing could stave off his pure arousal. not the smell of the day's work on you, not the bush you were sporting. in fact, you suspected from the prominent bulge in his pants which he was currently rutting against the mattress, this turned him on.
"you're disgusting", you say in amusement as he noisily laps up at your dripping folds, nosing at your clit. you can feel the vibrations of his laughter hit your pussy walls as he murmurs, "only for you, baby."
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