People ask why don't lesbians and straight men become friends the way that straight women and gay men do? They do. Their names are Jill Valentine and Carlos Oliveira. He was literally the first person Jill asked to be in her bridal party when she got married. Carlos is the platonic ideal of an ally. They are the lesbian/straight dude besties the world doesn't deserve.
"Wait!" you say, "what about Chris Redfield? Aren't he and Jill good friends?"
Chris Redfield is gay. He is literally kissing Leon Kennedy right now.
"Okay but what about Barry Burton? He saved her from being a Jill sandwich!"
That's a valid question. They're friends, they're like work besties, she's a friend of the Burton family and gets invited to dinner at the Burton house all the time, but the age gap keeps them from ever being that close outside of work.
"Jill Valentine's not gay, you fake fan! You fake gamer girl!"
If Jill Valentine is not gay, why is she married to Claire Redfield? Checkmate, atheists.
"They're not married! You're just making this up! None of this is true!!!"
Of course I am. They're not real, bro. It's all made up.
tags: smut, cisfem!reader, wlw, p in v, simultaneous orgasms, fingering, face sitting, oral, uhh lots of fluids comingling, reader gets to be their pillow princess, fluffy pillow talk
a/n: you & leon are friends with benefits but I didn’t feel like writing a whole setup for it. but keep that in mind so the intro dialogue is less cringe haha. you could infer the beginnings of a throuple at the end (or not, up to you) but he’s down bad for you both
You never came out to Leon, per se. He put the pieces together after a comment you made in a casual conversation.
“Wait, you like women too?”
You shrugged like it was common knowledge. “Yeah, I do.”
“Huh…”
You watched him through narrowed eyes as he pondered it, nodding his head and looking up at nothing like he’d found the last piece of a puzzle and could now see the full picture of you clearly.
You scoffed light-heartedly. “What?”
“Nothing, just uh… if you don’t mind me asking, um…”
You and Leon were well past anything being TMI between you, and knowing him, whatever he said next was sure to be so dumb it’d be entertaining. Your voice was coated in amusement as you urged him on.
“Go ahead.”
He cleared his throat before continuing.
“Have you ever been with a guy and girl like… at the same time?”
You rolled your eyes to the back of your head. “Oh my god, you are such a guy.”
“No, no, I mean— well yeah, but just— I might know someone, if you wanted to.”
You paused and looked at him for a beat. He scratched the back of his neck nervously. Something in you sparked like flint catching against steel.
“Is she hot?”
That was the conversation that signed your death warrant, in retrospect. Because right now, you were sure you were in heaven.
“That’s it, baby, suck my cock.”
“She’s so sensitive, look at how she twitches.”
“Told you.”
“She’s taking us like such a good girl.”
Your sweat clung to the bedsheets below you from the sheer effort it took not to cum as they talked as if you weren’t there. But between Leon’s cock stuffing your mouth full and Ada’s lips fixed to your clit, you’d been reduced to muffled moans.
And Leon, ever the selfless lover, knew he wasn’t the star of the show here. He certainly didn’t mind watching you and her make out naked, wetting your fingers between the other’s legs while he sat back all but forgotten. And every position he suggested kept you and her in mind.
“Let her sit on your face while I fuck you, yeah? I know you’re dying to taste her.”
You gripped the soft flesh of Ada’s thighs to hold on as Leon rearranged your guts into the shape of him, pulling her further and firmly down to delve your tongue as deep as it’d go. She tasted like paradise found, the whole room was heady with pheromones, your senses tingled from the inside out as they each toyed with one of your breasts. Your face was covered in a coat of her sweet gloss as you lapped and needily suckled every square inch of the prettiest pussy you’d ever seen, your legs quivering around Leon’s waist as he held them open by the backs of your knees.
You thought you heard them kiss, but when Ada raised herself off of you momentarily, you could see her fingers in his wanton mouth. You whined as you sucked in a lungful of air, and then she sat back down again.
“Good boy, get them nice and wet. Does she feel good?”
“Mmhmm,” Leon moaned around her digits. You heard a wet pop and he shuddered before slurring. “God, s’alway so damn tight.”
Ada leaned forward and fixed her spit-slick fingers to your clit. You seized and cried helplessly into her cunt, pulling her hips to encourage her to grind on the flat of your tongue as Leon picked up speed.
Every moan you earned from Ada felt like you’d grabbed ahold of starlight itself, and every groan from Leon felt like being bathed in the warmth of the sun. Your pleasure was as constant as the plap plap of skin on skin, as continuous as Ada’s fingertips circling your wet clit dexterously.
And fuck, the way they kept talking, how Ada’s voice dripped like honey and Leon’s rumbled like broken thunder—
“That’s it, sweetheart, suck my clit— ahh— there, right there.”
“Come on, make her cum all over your pretty face. Then we’ll make you next, yeah?”
“Mm, keep— keep going, baby, earn it.”
“Shit, fuck— she must be close, gripping me like a goddamn vice.”
“Oh, oh, yes—!”
Her fingers faltered against your clit and her thighs clamped down against your face as she tumbled off the ledge, cumming with a string of breathless moans of your name. You lapped it up desperately as her slippery, sweet juices gushed into your thirsty mouth, the taste alone making your eyes roll back and your toes curl.
She hissed and hovered over you as your needy tongue became too much, and you lifted your head to follow her with a pointed lick, not wanting to leave behind a single drop that could be taken by you instead. She laughed drunkenly at you as she teased herself up and down, allowing you just one more lap up her center each time, just enough to make you dizzy.
Her fingers left your clit, but you didn’t have time to protest before more calloused ones replaced them. A shattered moan escaped you and Ada dismounted while you were preoccupied with the feeling to lay next to you on her side. You wrapped an arm around her to thread your fingers in her hair, careful not to pull as your pleasure began to mount.
She ran her fingers soothingly up and down your stomach, humming as she watched you get fucked: the way your brows curled up acutely, your jaw dropping in a silent scream, the rise and fall of your chest as you fought for heavy breaths. She couldn’t help but to take your ebbing breast by a squeeze of your hardened nipple.
It felt like you’d been launched from the bed and into heaven faster than light speed.
You cried out as you came undone with brutal force, clenching around Leon’s cock with every wave of tremors that rushed through you, his fingers on your clit becoming sharp and blindingly bright. They let out oh’s and expletives in revelrous awe, like they were mere witnesses to something holy and not the direct cause.
And just as they’d talked you up to it, they talked you back down too—
“There you are, give it to him.”
“Atta girl, cum on my cock.”
“So pretty when you let go for us.”
You floated back down to earth like a feather with each syllable, and Leon decelerated to a slow grind to let you get a grip. Then to each of your surprises, he shuddered and pulled out.
Ada cocked an eyebrow at him. "You could’ve cum.”
“I know,” he panted, “but I’m not done. C’mon, get on her.”
Ada swung a leg over and she was suddenly straddled above you, settling down until her breasts were flush with yours, biting her smiling lips as she nestled your pelvic bones flush together.
“We’ve had our fun, let’s let him have some now, yeah?”
She hooked her feet under your thighs to keep them parted, and you felt the bed dip as Leon knelt between them. You gasped as his fingers slowly dragged up and down both of your slits, commingling your silky fluids.
“Fuck, you two are so hot.”
And the way Ada’s face contorted as he pushed himself inside her? That was the most heavenly sight by far. You even refrained from kissing her so you wouldn’t interrupt it.
As Leon settled into her, you rested one hand on the dip of her lower back and the other on her ass. Once he started thrusting, she kissed you herself.
Leon covered your hand on her ass with his to spread her open, grunting in marvel at the sigh. Behind your eyelids, you imagined the image of what was happening and that alone was enough to make you moan into her kiss. It deepened as you did, your soft tongues melting together in a sultry sort of dance as you rocked together with the smooth force of Leon’s thrusts.
You’d be more than happy if that’s all that continued to happen, but Leon had other plans in mind. Your eyes parted open as the bed went still and you felt his tip notch into your opening.
Ada cooed praises into your ear as your mind became blown with how dirty it was. He slipped inside so easily, his cock undoubtedly dripping with her cum, sinking his full length into your own sopping center with ease.
He rocked in and out of you slowly, deliberately, letting you feel each thrust and the friction of your own velvet walls as they sucked him in. With Ada flush on top of you, you were sure she must feel him bulging against your stomach each time he bottomed out.
He pulled out again. You wondered where he went. A melodic moan from Ada’s throat was all you needed to know he’d entered her again.
You gasped as he pushed back into you.
Then her.
Then you.
Then her.
Then you again.
It was downright pornographic, the way he alternated between you, his voice going up in pitch each time. He too was in heaven.
It felt like such a perfect tease each time you were filled only to be left empty, then stuffed full all over again, over and over and over. Ada clung to you like a dirty angel, her skin dampening with sweat as she nestled her face into your neck, panting against your pulse point. You trembled more and more each time Leon entered, and you bit your lip as a white hot coil twisted in your stomach.
You could hardly articulate the feeling:
“Leon, Leon, please, oh fuck—“
He knew the answer anyways:
“I know, I know, I’m close too, just—“
The next time he plunged into your pulsing walls, he hammered in with a lot more purpose.
Ada reached back, fanning her hand at him mindlessly. She couldn’t put a sentence together either, but Leon knew what she meant.
He fixed two fingers inside of her and curled them up and down. He braced his other hand on your upper thigh and strummed his thumb against your clit.
You all devolved into strings of words with no discernible meaning.
“Oh, there, ahh—ahh—“
“Fuck, I’m—oh my god—“
“Jesus fucking— oh, please—“
Then you all shattered as one being.
Leon pulled out with a sharp withdrawal, hands unwilling to leave you and Ada as he kept coaxing you both through it.
Leon kept his hands fixed to you and Ada both, continuing to coax you through it as he pulled out with urgency. He groaned with each convulsion, his cock jumping with each rope of cum; and whether he intended it or not, with the angle of his hips—
You felt the warmth of each rope as it landed on you and as it dripped from Ada’s cunt to yours.
You all came down the earth with lightheaded heaves. Leon urged his vision to stop swimming as he burned the sight into memory with each heavy blink: the two loves of his life tangled up in each other, each one’s pussy painted with his cum.
He stared at it every second until Ada eventually rolled off of you, and he stared a little longer at you lying together. Two angels blessing his bedsheets and glowing with sweat and sex, your mussed-up hair falling like halos against his pillows. Dirty in a way that made him aware of the beats his heart skipped, beautiful in a way that made it impossible to stare longer instead of joining.
He crawled up right beside you and splayed an arm over your torso, his fingers idly rubbing Ada’s side where they met. You curled an arm under him to weave your hand into the soft hair on the nape of his neck.
“We need a towel,” Ada cooed.
Leon chuckled once. “Guess you don’t know where they are, huh?”
He flicked her side playfully, and she giggled and batted it away before letting him go back to the mindless circles he drew on her ribcage. You gave them each a curious look at whatever hid in the subtext. You knew it’d been a long while since they slept together, but it sounded like they missed it.
Fuck, you hope they did. Then maybe this could happen again.
“I’ll just change the sheets,” Leon thought out loud, and then he asked her, “are you staying?”
She hummed as she pretended to think. You felt her turn to look at you, and you met her gaze with hopeful eyes.
“Sure...”
You smiled. She kissed your cheek.
“...If you make us breakfast in the morning.”
Both of you looked at Leon expectantly. His eyes flicked between you and her before he nuzzled back into you, resigned.
“Alright, fine.”
You and Ada giggled and made his grocery list for him.
“Are you a savory or sweet breakfast person?” “Depends on the day.” “Why not get stuff for both?” “Okay, like toast? That’s versatile." “Ooh what about french toast?” “Leon, do you know how to make french toast?”
He nuzzled further into you to hide the smile on his face as he grumbled into your skin.
“Women…”
a/n: I simply couldn’t resist the last line I’m not sorry
Oh wow! Thanks for adding me to the anon list! How are you? Has anything interesting occurred recently?
-🪭
“You’re welcome, I do like to keep those I find interesting around.” A small smile formed on her face, Ada didn’t offer a generalized form of saying she enjoyed one’s company. She was always cautious of her own words so not to disclose too much of her own feelings. “I’ve just been keeping busy, the world has decided to stop trying to end itself for a few quiet months. It’s been a nice change of pace.” She mused her head tilting to the side. “How about you? Anything new?”
at what point does the mask become part of you? we've all heard of cases of "method acting" or actors and musicians take on new qualities after a role? not even in extreme ways but maybe their favorite color changes, they look at things differently. or alternatively they make small changes to a characters personality, add in an improvised line, change the tone of something, use pieces of their own wardrobe to add your own touch to the personality you're performing as, i also think of the cases in which playing a role can have an effect on how people as a general see you, if you're constantly playing the hero or you're always the bad guy it bleeds into peoples opinions of the actor/musician.
so imagine wearing that mask, playing the role of a completely different person with completely different morals, for years, decades at a time, never allowing it to slip up in front of others. you know its impeccable, never slipping or showing cracks. or does it. what happens when the mask is so good, the role so well performed, that it convinces even You. what happens when you're so used to acting the role, so used to the mask, that you actually don't even notice your own unique traits peeking out. are you influencing the role or is it influencing you at that point? does it ultimately matter when the performance shifts slightly regardless of which is influencing which, regardless if you as the performer even notices the shift. and it's THAT that i wanna dig into
i think the mask is so convincing it fools the audience, her colleagues, her associates. ada wong obviously always has a choice. she always chooses herself. she doesn't hesitate, doesn't falter doing whatever she needs to do to gain more respect, connections, money, power, even the expense of others. but if she had the power to choose why would she need more? if ada wong had the power of agency why would she be on the front lines doing the dirty work? why the fuck would The ada wong who's a known shadow that isn't aligned with any organization be doing what's essentially grunt work, retrieving things for people?
she doesn't have a choice, she isn't unfeeling, she isn't above the other agents sent in to go fetch, and she definitely isn't resolute in her beliefs. the woman beneath the mask, even without her realizing it, started to peek out whenever she was directly confronted. ada didn't even notice the cracks because she never expected the attack. she's used to hardening herself to do what she has to, betray who she has to, harm who she has to, she can deflect those no problem, and if someone does manage to scratch the surface ada knows how to repair it. she had no preparation for people trying to crack through the mask not to hurt but to care about the woman underneath, she didn't realize the cracks splintering the surface of her mask were there because they didn't come from violence, from manipulation, but from care.
i don't think the mask will ever actually be gone, i think ada wong will always be apart of the woman beneath the mask, but it's not all there is to her. i think the performance and the performer are equally important. i love the mask of harshness and manipulation as much as i love the woman under the mask desperately wanting to believe that people Are willing to go out of their way for others, that there will be people who care enough to stand in the way of her and danger.
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