leon’s daughter learns the word no and uses it the whole day. fluff. 0.9k wc.
leon has handled worse in the past. he’s sure of it. he’s been shot at, chased, infected with deadly viruses, and thrown into abysmal situations where the only plan was to survive and improvise. this, however? this shouldn’t be harder than that, right?
he should’ve known today was going to be difficult the second his daughter woke up and discovered the power of the word no. since breakfast, she’d used it for everything. she used it when she was angry. she used it when she was happy. she used it when she agreed with something. sometimes she even used it while actively doing the thing she was supposedly refusing to do.
now, as the evening settled outside the windows and painted the living room gold, the toddler stood by the front door, bouncing excitedly. “outside!”
“yeah, kiddo,” leon said, grabbing her tiny sneakers. “outside. now c’mere.”
the smile on her face immediately vanished. “no.”
“no outside?” he asked, confused.
“outside!” came the enthusiastic reply.
“okay.” leon crouched down in front of her. “then let’s put your shoes on.”
“no!” she declared, jerking her foot away, making leon miss the shoe entirely.
your daughter sat heavily on the floor, arms crossed and bottom lip sticking out in pure stubbornness.
“sweetheart,” he tried again, gentler this time, “can i put your shoes on?”
“no.”
“can mommy put your shoes on?”
“no.”
“can the president of the united states put your shoes on?”
and she actually seemed to consider it for a moment, before the expected reply came, “no.”
“mm, thought so.” for a minute, leon simply sat beside her, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the tiny sneakers as if they held all the answers. leon was beginning to suspect that whoever said toddlers were easy had never actually met one. now that wasn’t to say he didn’t love her. if anything, experience had taught him that trying to out-stubborn a toddler was like trying to fist-fight a tornado. eventually, he gave up and asked, “what shoes do you want to wear?”
now that got her attention and tears stopped before they’d even started. when she pointed to the front door, leon followed her finger, pointing to the pair of black combat boots sitting there. his boots.
“no, bug...” he tried to reason with her.
her tiny finger, however, remained steady. “papa boots.”
he knew there was no trying to reason with her. that simply wouldn’t work. still, leon looked towards you for help. you had a digicam in your hand, recording the whole thing and trying not to laugh. playing this at her highschool graduation dinner and embarrassing her would be so fun. “she’s got a point,” you said.
“how?” he chuckled at the ridiculousness of it.
“i don’t know?? toddler logic.”
your toddler waddled over to the boots and wrapped both her arms around one of them. it looked ridiculous. the boots were as long as her entire leg. leon sighed and gave in.
five minutes later came tantrum number two when leon wouldn’t let her wear his boots without socks.
tantrum number three happened because he put the left boot on first.
tantrum number four occurred because he’d tried to zip up her jacket. “no!” she cried.
“you don’t want to wear your jacket?”
“no.”
“what jacket do you want?”
and at the question, the toddler pointed at the leather jacket leon was wearing. “you want my jacket?” he asked, and she nodded vigorously in reply.
thankfully, there were no more tantrums after that. by the time you three finally made it outside, leon felt like he had survived a boss fight. your toddler, however, was delighted. papa’s boots and papa’s jacket? oh, this was the best day ever.
she waddled down the sidewalk happily and with all the confidence in the world. leon had to fold the sleeves of his jacket up six times, and it still nearly swallowed her whole and the hem nearly touched the ground.
his boots were even worse. every step was an adventure. clomp. pause. wobble. clomp. the boots slid and slipped around her tiny feet so much she looked like a baby duck learning how to walk.
but she was beaming, and that is what mattered. plus leon was careful, helping her each time she wobbled. every few steps, she’d look down at herself, visibly remembering what she was wearing, and wobble.
“papa boots!” she chirped happily.
leon nodded proudly.
“papa jacket!!”
“yes, bug.”
she took another few steps and then she held up her arms dramatically. “papa!”
the declaration was so proud, it made leon laugh warmly. “that’s right, bug. papa.”
she giggled and continued her impossible journey down the sidewalk. after about thirty feet, she got tired and demanded uppies. leon lifted her effortlessly and immediately she curled against his chest, tiny hands grabbing at the collar of his shirt.
“you know,” you said, walking beside them, “she just wanted to match with you.”
“yeah.” leon smiled warmly, looking down at the little girl already getting sleepy against his chest. and then, smugly, to tease you, “my outfits are obviously cooler. she has inherited my fine taste.”
“sure,” you rolled your eyes playfully, cracking a fond smile nonetheless. when you looked at your daughter, she looked ridiculous, really. one boot almost dangling off her foot. ridiculously adorable. but also impossibly happy.
“papa...” your daughter yawned softly, the hold of her tiny hand gripping his collar tightened.
“yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered back, kissing the top of her head.
this time, there was no no. just a content little hum as she snuggled deeper into papa’s jacket, perfectly satisfied now that she looked just like papa.
Summary: Where Leon brings home an orange cat from a mission, and it somehow becomes the group's main source of entertainment.
Tags: female reader, silly banters, attempt humor, crack, curse words, chaotic, lets just pretend they work at the same agency together, Jill and you are roommates, kinda ooc sorry and maybe slight romance? Idk really, also pics used are from Pinterest ctto.
Summary: Where Leon brings home an orange cat from a mission, and it somehow becomes the group's main source of entertainment.
Tags: female reader, silly banters, attempt humor, crack, curse words, chaotic, lets just pretend they work at the same agency together, Jill and you are roommates, kinda ooc sorry and maybe slight romance? Idk really, also pics used are from Pinterest ctto.
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A/N: Hi again! This kinda ass but I'll upload again later lol hope you enjoy!
[jealous!Leon Kennedy x mom!reader x Chris Redfield]
Warnings: nsfw, porn with very little plot, jealous!Leon, threesome, lactation kink, ass play, anal, dp uh what if two boys kissed at the Eiffel tower
Summary: You're out dress shopping with Leon while running into your ex Chris Redfield.
a/n: Y'all wanted a jealous Leon, so jealous Leon you shall get. I wrote this with RE4 Leon in mind, but could be any version of Leon honestly. Kinda based on my Cooperative Parenting series but can be read on its own. Everyone who was here for Coparent, welcome back, you're in for a treat. The way I originally wanted to write this as a 200 follower celebration, now we're at over 1k. Oh well! Thank you all so much for your incredible support! I love hearing your thoughts and theories in the comments and it's been a huge motivator for me to flex my creative muscles a lot more. Here's to the next 1000, hehe. <3 It all kinda started with this request.
word count: 5.5k (three people, also means at least 1/3 more words)
Masterlist, Lottie coming out to her mom
You huffed and puffed in the dressing room, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t reach the zipper on your back.
“Leon,” you hissed through the curtain.
“Mh?” He came up behind you.
You turned your back to him, brushing your hair out of the way. “Can you zip me up?”
“Sure.” His fingers grazed your skin ever so slightly when he reached for the zipper and you shuddered, being especially sensitive to his touch at this point in your cycle. Leon chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to the back of your neck, before pulling the zipper up.
You drew in a sharp breath. The dress was tight. Tighter than you expected. Especially in the chest area.
“Holy shit,” Leon breathed, staring at your tits in the mirror, all lifted and pressed together by the fabric.
“Oh man,” you whined. “I can’t wear that.”
“You can’t?” Leon rasped, having a hard time tearing his eyes away from your cleavage.
“No,” you hissed and took a deep breath in, nearly tearing the fabric in the front. Leon whined softly.
“Why can’t you?”
“I can’t even breathe in this.”
“Do you—” he cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly, “Do you want me to check if they have it in a bigger size?”
You nodded. “That would be great, thank you baby.”
Leon didn’t move. When you looked at him over your shoulder, he had his hand down his pants, adjusting himself, checking his crotch in the mirror. “I need a minute.”
You chuckled. “That’s exactly why I can’t wear this in public. Men are pigs.”
“Well, I’m allowed. I’m your fiancé,” he said, voice dripping with pride about the promotion from mere boyfriend status.
You cupped his cheek and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “Yes, you are but no one else is.”
“I agree,” he murmured, capturing your lower lip with his teeth. “But let me just say, you look so hot in this.”
“If you get me the bigger size, we can move on to lingerie shopping, what do you think?” you whispered.
He let out a low breathy moan at the proposition. “Well, now I’m gonna need two minutes.”
You chuckled, gripping the front of his shirt and pulled him in for one last teasing kiss. “I think you can deal with it, big boy.”
Leon went to get the bigger size and you stepped out of the dressing room to look at yourself in better lighting. You did look great in this. The fabric hugged your curves in just the right way, really amplifying your … assets. But you weren’t really looking for a skimpy party dress, you were looking for one you could wear to your elderly colleague's birthday party, which was a family friendly event. All of Rhonda’s grandkids would be there.
“Well, if that isn’t my favourite ex-girlfriend.” A familiar voice sounded behind you and you turned around. Your face lit up.
“Chris?” You squealed with joy and let him pull you into a bear hug. Your arms barely reached around his shoulders. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Shopping,” he shrugged.
“No, in town I mean. You moved to the other side of the country.”
“I uh,” he murmured, “I missed Claire too much.”
You nodded, knowing full well he was lying. You knew him like the back of your hand. Or you used to at least. But Chris was the kind of guy that didn’t change much. Back when Lottie had been small, he had been like a rock in your life, steadfast, constant. For you to hold on to when life got tough.
He looked you up and down and you didn’t miss the flick of his eyes to your chest area. “You look great. How the hell have you been?”
“Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Still working at the diner.”
“Ah, come on. A girl like you doesn’t have a story? I seriously doubt that.”
“It’s kind of a long one,” you said, smiling, trying to figure out where the hell you would even start.
You could start with how you got back with Leon and that you had another baby with him. Unplanned, just like the first one, because both of you both left your brains at the door when it came to each other. Or you could start with Leon proposing to you and both of you being neck deep in your wedding preparations, with a freshly baked toddler and a nine year old in tow. It was utter chaos.
“Tell you what, I’m doing a housewarming this weekend. Please come, I’d love to hear you tell me everything over a couple of drinks.” His eyes glinted with joyful anticipation.
“Yeah, I’d love to,” you said, gleefully.
Leon stepped beside you, coat hanger with dress in hand. “You’d love to what?”
You opened your mouth, staring at him. You honestly almost forgot that he was with you for a second. Your own fiancé. This was bad.
“Oh, uh,” you scrambled for words. “Chris, Leon, Leon, this is Chris.” You motioned between the two men awkwardly.
“I know him, he’s Claire’s brother,” Leon said, brows drawn together at the blush appearing in your cheeks. Shit.
“Right, uh,” you mumbled, trying to remember if you had ever told him about Chris. You must have, right? Back in the day? You had told him about your new boyfriend after you two had broken up? Of course.
Leon and you hated each other back then. Well, you hated him. You weren’t sure if he ever hated you or it was more him hating himself for messing things up. You barely spoke outside of planning your lives around coparenting Lottie. But you surely mentioned Chris, right?
Chris’ eyes caught on Leon’s hand that had come to rest demonstratively on the small of your back.
“I’m throwing a housewarming,” Chris said. “I just invited her for old time’s sake. You should come too.”
“If we can get a babysitter, right?” Leon looked at you, waiting for a response.
“I can ask Rhonda?” you suggested. “The kids will be over the moon to have a sleepover with her, they love her.”
“Kids?” Chris asked, emphasizing the s. “As in more than one?”
You nodded. “Lottie’s a big sister now.” You were dying inside, your face burning hotter than the sun.
Chris wrinkled his forehead in thought and nodded. “That’s great, I’m really happy for you. You were always a great mom.”
You smiled at the compliment. “Thank you,” you whispered.
“Am I interrupting something?” Leon leaned in, flicking his gaze between you and your ex-boyfriend.
“Oh no,” you and Chris both said at the same time, falling silent immediately at your synchronicity.
Chris cleared his throat. “The invitation still stands. It would be great if you both could come.” He nodded at Leon. “Good to see you, Leon.”
“Likewise,” Leon said, watching the taller man intently as he walked off.
You want to grab the coat hanger in his hands but he pulled it out of reach.
“Back when Lottie was in pre-k,” he said when Chris was out of earshot, not missing a beat. “You had this boyfriend, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Chris.” You busied yourself with picking an invisible speck of lint off your dress and stepped closer to the mirror.
“Chris as in Chris Redfield?” Leon went on, meeting your gaze.
“Yeah,” you said again, adjusting the way the dress fit at your waist, fumbling with the fabric.
He blinked. “When were you going to tell me?”
“Did I have to?” you asked, a little sharper than you intended.
“I feel like that’s an important thing to note, yes?” Leon shot back. “Why did you guys break up?”
“He moved away and we didn’t want to do long distance,” you said, moving on to the hemline of your dress, the most interesting thing you had ever seen in your entire life.
“But if he hadn’t you’d still be together?”
“Probably.” Leon froze next to you. “I mean, I don’t know. Maybe? Maybe not? I really don’t know,” you rambled. “Is that important?”
“No,” Leon said, a little too quickly and very calmly.
“Did you get the bigger size?” you asked.
He hid the coat hanger behind his back, still clearly visible to you. “They didn’t have it. I think you should get this one.”
Rhonda didn’t need to be asked twice. She was practically at your house with chicken tenders and sugary snacks before you even hung up the phone. Leon desperately tried to remind her that your kids never had any snacks after dinner and to stick to their bedtime routines but you softly grabbed his arm, shaking your head. It was no use.
Rhonda would do whatever Rhonda wanted. And what she wanted was to absolutely spoil both Lottie and Ollie rotten. It was better if you didn’t think about it too much and just enjoyed your night. Besides, a couple of snacks out of the ordinary wouldn’t do any harm in the grand scheme of things. You could go back to your normal routine when you were back and in charge.
“Stop worrying about the kids,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to Leon’s lips when you were standing in Chris Redfield’s new house. “They’re in good hands. Rhonda has been babysitting for me since forever.”
“Yeah for you, but not for me,” Leon said, surrendering to the kiss but not really being present. It was like kissing a dead fish.
“You know what?” You snatched his glass from his hands. “I’ll get you another drink.”
You didn’t get very far. An arm wrapped around your waist pulled you against Leon’s chest.
“Absolutely not, you’re not going anywhere without me. Not in that dress,” he rasped, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
You bit your lip, chuckling softly. “I told you to get me the bigger size.”
“And I told you they didn’t have it.” Leon’s hand moved down to your hips, pushing your ass against his crotch as his lips trailed kisses down your neck.
“Is this why you’ve been all over me the whole night?” You asked, turning your head toward him, brushing your nose over his. “Because you’re jealous?”
“I’m not jealous,” he said. “I know I’m the best.”
“Then why do you keep staring at Chris?” You followed Leon’s gaze to the other end of the room, landing on a particular ex-boyfriend of yours who was watching the both of you.
“Because I want him to know that too,” Leon whispered, his hand sprawled wide across your ribcage, his thumb brushing over the underside of your boob. “I want him to know that I’m the one who gets to bury himself deep inside you every night. That I’m the one who gets to listen to all those sweet sounds you make when you’re cumming on my cock, not his. Mine.”
Your lips parted ever so slightly, breath hitching in your throat when you felt him through his jeans, hard and rubbing up against your ass.
“Leon, there’s people around,” you whispered, breathlessly. Chris was still staring at you, even though he was in conversation with someone else.
“Yeah,” Leon scoffed. “And I would make every single one of them watch, so they all know you’re mine.”
A soft gasp escaped you and you squeezed your eyes shut. What had gotten into him? Since when was your fiancé so … feral?
Your eyes fluttered open and you met Chris’ gaze. It had been years since he last looked at you like that and it sent a jolt of desire right between your legs. He looked like he wanted to bend you over the nearest surface and prove Leon wrong.
“Look at him,” Leon snarled. “He’s so desperate to have you again.” A low chuckle sent a vibration through his chest and the hand that had previously rested on your hip, dipped under the hem of your skirt. “I can’t blame him. You look so delicious in this dress, my god.”
His fingertips brushed over the thin cotton of your panties and you felt light-headed. Chris staring at you with so much longing in his gaze and Leon’s hard cock pressing into you from behind was too much to bear.
“Leon stop,” you breathed, knowing your panties were already soaked.
He clicked his tongue. “I’d say he’d like to watch. What do you think?”
“How the fuck would you know what I want, Kennedy?” Chris’ voice sent a shiver down your spine as he appeared next to you, close enough to touch.
A shit-eating grin spread over Leon’s face. “Lucky guess. Besides, it wasn’t that hard. You're a bit of an open book.”
“Guys, stop,” you hissed, but it came out more like a moan as your hands rested on both of their chests, pushing them apart, albeit half-heartedly.
“Oh, you’re loving this,” they both snapped at the same time, looking at you.
You bit back a moan, shaking your head in disbelief. You were absolutely loving this. The thought of it alone, that you could make both Leon and Chris lose their composure like that made you clench around nothing and helplessly rub your thighs together, desperate for the tiniest bit of friction.
“You ever come home to her with a cracked rib?” Leon asked.
“And received the sloppiest blowjob known to man? Oh yeah.” Chris chuckled and your ears turned a deep shade of pink.
You grabbed both of them by the hand and led them away from the other party guests. You felt like you were dragging two dobermans through the crowd. Or two bulls, leading 380 pounds of pure muscle by their dicks.
You closed the door behind you. This was a bedroom. Your heart started beating faster.
Leon didn’t miss a beat. His hand slipped into the front of your dress, squeezing the soft flesh of your breast and his mouth latched on to your neck. You whimpered and Chris chuckled, hands carefully coming to rest on your hips, as his lips brushed the shell of your ear.
“I missed you,” he whispered and you shuddered.
“What’s happening?” Your voice was barely more than a faint squeak as you let your head fall back, leaning into both of their touches.
“Nothing you don’t want, baby,” Leon groaned, rubbing his hard-on against your thigh. “You know that. Just say it and we’ll stop.”
Chris nodded, pulling the zipper on the back of your dress down agonisingly slowly.
You gasped and they both stilled. “Lock the door,” you whispered, pulling Leon in for a searing kiss.
Chris did as you had asked while you unbuckled Leon’s belt. Leon smiled into the kiss and pulled your dress over your head.
Chris drew in a sharp breath. “Oh fuck, you look so much hotter now.”
Leon smiled into the kiss and turned you around in his grasp so you were facing Chris while still being pressed against Leon’s chest. Your fiancé's hand slipped into your panties, expertly finding your clit.
You writhed under his touch, an arm coming up to hold on to Leon’s neck for stability.
“Oh fuck, Leon,” you moaned, as he played with your most sensitive spot, spreading your slickness all over.
“Look at him, baby. Look at Chris,” he whispered in your ear and you did as you were told.
Chris was staring at where Leon’s fingers were buried between your thighs and he reached into his own pants, pulling out his hard cock, all veiny and thick like you remembered and started touching himself.
Chris had never been one to beat around the bush. One of your favourite things about him at the time. Maybe even still.
Leon pushed a finger into you and a soft moan fell from your lips. He shouldn’t be the only one who wasn’t getting off, you thought and pushed his pants down to free his cock too and started stroking him.
This was surreal. Two dicks, throbbing and hard for you and within your reach. You must have been dreaming.
Chris bent down, pushed the cup of your bra to the side and started sucking on one of your nipples. “They're so much bigger than I remember,” he murmured and you whined at how sensitive they were.
“I’m still breastfeeding,” you whispered and Chris’ head shot up.
Leon chuckled against your neck and nodded. “Oh yeah and it’s the best thing ever.”
Chris continued to suck on your breast, teasing your hard nipple with his tongue, while Leon was pumping his fingers in and out of you.
Your brows knitted together and you buried your other hand in Chris’ hair, the pleasure nearly being too much to handle and you hadn’t even really started yet.
Chris nudged your legs apart so his shoulders would fit and moved lower, pulling your panties down with him.
You head fell back against Leon’s shoulder. His cock twitched in your hand and a guttural sound of pleasure escaped him. “Oh fuck, baby, let us hear you,” he murmured and rid you of your bra entirely, palming your tits.
Chris licked up your folds in a broad stroke and pushed his tongue into you. Not one to beat around the bush. Still.
You arched your back against Leon and moaned loudly. “Yes, just like that,” Leon praised meeting the movements of your hand with a thrust of his hips.
How was this happening? Chris eating you out while you were holding on to Leon for dear life and touching him? Leon was panting in your ear, capturing your earlobe between his lips, rolling your nipple between his fingertips and you squealed softly.
“Leon,” you mewled. “Play with my ass, I want to be able to take you both.”
Chris moaned against your wet flesh and Leon pressed his forehead to yours, as if they were both overwhelmed with how much you wanted this.
Leon reached down and gently caressed your ass, while Chris was licking you in the front and you felt your muscles relaxing without any of them even having to do much. The combination of both sensations was enough to make you incredibly wet and ready.
“Oh my god,” Leon breathed and halted your hand around his cock. “Fuck,” he cursed, biting down on your neck, sucking hard. You leaned into his touch, chuckling softly. There was another man between your legs, but Leon still couldn’t resist the primal urge to mark you as his.
Your chuckle was cut off by a loud moan when Chris sucked on your clit and buried his fingers deep inside you. “Oh my god, Chris.”
“I missed that,” Chris said, looking up at you from between your legs. “The way you taste, the way you sound.”
“No, don’t stop,” you whined and Leon pushed Chris’ head back down. You stared at your fiancé, eyes all glazed over with lust and you felt like marrying him right then and there.
Your knees buckled and Leon held you in place so Chris could bring you closer and closer to the edge.
Just to stop.
You whimpered, clawing at his shoulders as he came back up and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, you tasting yourself on his tongue. This being the first time you kissed Chris again after so many years only heightened the sensation. He tasted so good. Even without his mouth being covered in your arousal.
You pressed your hand against his broad chest, fingers sprawling out over his beefy pectorals. “I want to feel you,” you panted and turned your head over to Leon. “And taste you.”
Your fiancé bit back a grin and nudged your nose with his. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Chris carried you over to the king sized bed and you got on all fours, arching your back. Neither of them needed to be asked twice. Chris positioned himself behind you and Leon rested one knee on the mattress, pushing his hips forward so you could close your lips around his tip like a lollipop, looking up at him. He groaned and his fingers threaded through your hair, giving it a gentle tug at the back of your head. You moaned around his cock and your eyes fluttered shut, as you felt Chris prodding at your entrance. He slicked himself with your juices, breathing heavily already.
“Wait,” he panted, head snapping up to face Leon and a gentle hand stabilising you on your hip. “What are we doing about birth control and—?”
You let go of Leon’s cock with a lewd popping sound. “I have an IUD.”
“And we’re not doing this on the regular,” Leon added, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re a very special boy, Redfield.”
You pinched his thigh and he hissed. “Be nice,” you said.
Chris chuckled. “If I were in his position, I would be jealous too,” he said and pushed into you. You were dragged forward a little, holding on to Leon’s thighs for stability. You had forgotten how much broader the head of Chris’ cock was than Leon’s.
“Oh,” you cried out softly, getting used to his size again. He pulled out and pushed back in gently, a little more each time. Leon watched him, watched how you writhed and squirmed under Chris’ touch, his cock twitching.
“Looks like you’re the one who likes to watch, Leon,” Chris panted, thrusting up into you all the way in one languid stroke, coaxing a high-pitched moan from you. “Oh fuck, Chris.”
“I do,” Leon admitted and grasped your chin, tilting your head up to him. “I fucking love it.”
You closed your lips around his cock, sloppily licking at the tip, swirling your tongue, letting him slip out again to catch your breath and moan loudly as you watched Chris over your shoulder, rutting into you with deep strokes.
“Mh,” you groaned, Leon twitching in your mouth and you sank down on him further, as Chris pushed into you from behind. Leon let out a guttural groan, hands tangled in your hair, holding you in place.
“Oh my god, oh fuck, oh that feels so good.” A string of curses fell from his lips and he pulled you off him, saliva coating his cock and drooling out of your mouth.
“Do that again,” he panted, gaze flicking between you and Chris. Chris chuckled, gripping your hips tighter, a low groan falling from his lips.
You opened up for Leon and he pushed into you, his mouth falling open, his cheeks tinted in a deep pink hue.
“I’m so close, baby,” he panted, gripping his own cock, guiding it in and out of your mouth, his other hand still resting on the back of your head.
You moaned around him, the vibration of it making him let out a strangled moan. “Oh fuck, I want to ah—”
You knew exactly what he wanted. It was his favourite thing lately.
Chris thrust into you hard, again pushing you forward on the mattress and forcing you to take Leon deeper.
Leon whimpered in surprise, his cock twitching in your mouth, his hips snapping forward and you tasted a salty spurt of cum on your tongue. You pulled your mouth off him, making him whine at the loss. Arching your back even more, you opened your chest, one hand coming to squeeze your tits together.
A smile tugged at Leon’s lips, as he threw his head back and came all over your chest and collarbone, painting you like his own personal Mona Lisa.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, breathing heavily.
“Lean back,” he panted, reaching out, but not for you. He pushed Chris down to lay on the mattress, pulling you with him so you were sat facing Leon, both legs on either side of Chris' hips. You lifted yourself up, sinking down on Chris’ cock and Leon pushed your knees apart as wide as they would go, also lowering himself and latching on to your clit.
“Oh, fuck,” you groaned, barely able to get any words out, digging your nails into Chris’ thighs as you continued to ride him, Leon eating you out at the same time. You clenched down on Chris’ cock and he let out a guttural grunt, grabbing a handful of your ass.
Your head fell back and you stared at the ceiling. This was incredible. Every nerve ending was set on fire by the two men pleasuring you and you felt your orgasm come so close it might have washed over you at any moment.
“Oh fuck yes, ah don’t stop, ah, oh fuck Chris, Leon,” you moaned loudly, voice breaking as you fucked yourself on Chris’ cock. You were still covered in Leon’s cum and when you looked down, you saw the thick ropes of white glistening in the dim light like lotion on your soft skin.
Leon’s mouth sent you over the edge.
You cried out, your muscles tensing, as you rode out a climax so intense you didn’t think you would ever experience anything like it. Moaning and your inner walls massaging Chris' cock you propped yourself up on his chest, clamping your thighs around Leon's head.
"Oh my god," you choked out, barely able to catch your breath.
Leon came up from between your legs and pulled you in for a kiss. Never before had you tasted yourself on two men's tongues back to back. Leon tasted completely different. Softer, more delicate. Chris was more musky and intense.
Your ex-boyfriend came up behind you, tilting your head, also kissing you deeply. You went back and forth between them, until Leon moved down, latching onto your nipple, licking his own cum off it and you felt a sudden warm fullness in your breast. Leon let out a satisfied humming sound as he kept sucking and you knew he wasn’t only tasting his own cum when he swallowed greedily.
You brushed his damp hair out of his face and leaned back, kissing up Chris’ jaw, until you found his mouth, making out with him.
This was the most obscene position you had ever found yourself in by far. And you never wanted it to end.
“Did you cum?” you asked Chris in between kisses. He shook his head, gently cupping your cheeks. “But that was so fucking hot,” he breathed.
“I missed you too,” you admitted, nuzzling the side of his face, his beard gently scratching your softer skin.
You could be madly in love with someone and still sometimes miss someone else, right? For old time’s sake. Just because you two had broken up, didn’t mean all the love you once had for each other disappeared into the void. You would never cheat on Leon, or go behind his back, but Chris had just been inside you moments ago. Emotionally, this was a little complicated right now.
Both men gently lowered you back down on the mattress until you were wedged in between their bodies.
You reached for Leon. “You know I love you, right?” you asked, suddenly feeling anxious and a little needy.
He smiled softly, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. “Yes, I know.”
You nodded.
“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered, lips barely leaving yours. “This is different. I get it.”
You let out a relieved breath and reached behind you for Chris, slinging an arm around the back of his neck.
“I want you both,” you whispered, your eyes finding Chris’. “At the same time.”
Leon groaned in anticipation and pressed a kiss to your jaw.
Chris was still hard. Poor guy. He was the only one so far who hadn’t gotten off yet. You shimmied in their grasps until you were facing him and gently closed your hand around his cock, still slick with his precum and your juices. His full lips fell open and his eyes fluttered shut as he let you pleasure him.
Leon reached between your butt cheeks, caressing your ass again, gently stretching you with the tips of his fingers, preparing you for what was about to come.
You bit your lip. While you both loved it, Leon and you rarely had anal sex. Chris and you had done it a lot more often back in the day and you knew how much he loved it, how fast it made him come undone.
You let go of Chris and pressed another kiss to his lips, before turning over again, sinking down between both men. You reached behind you, positioning Chris where you wanted him and grabbed Leon right after, aligning him with your pussy.
“Are you sure?” Leon was panting already, on the verge of losing it at the thought alone. You nodded.
“Yes,” you whispered, and you felt Chris gently push into you. You dug your nails into Leon’s biceps, arching your back.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, Chris’ breath fanning the back of your neck. He drew in a sharp breath and pressed his face into the pillows.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned, pushing in a little deeper, his sounds of pleasure becoming even louder.
Your breath hitched in the back of your throat. You felt so full already. Chris would never be able to push in all the way. But he didn’t need to. You knew this was as incredible for him as it was for you.
Leon watched your face contort in pleasure as Chris continued to push himself deeper into your ass, finding a slow but steady rhythm.
“This is so hot,” Leon breathed.
“I–” you cried out softly, Chris knocking the breath out of your lungs for a second. “I need you…ah– too,” you whimpered, slinging one leg around Leon’s waist, his arm grabbing your thigh, lifting it and opening you up for both him and Chris.
He aligned himself with your other entrance and you braced yourself, holding on to his shoulders.
“Leon,” you mewled, meeting his gaze, silently begging him to be gentle. He captured your lips in a kiss instead of a response and thrust into you carefully.
You cried out.
Feeling both Chris and Leon buried inside of you nearly sent you over the edge right then and there. You felt so full, you didn’t know how you were able to take it all.
When Leon started moving in sync with Chris and both of their breathy moans filled your ears you melted entirely into pleasure. You didn’t know where you ended and Chris began—or Leon. But you didn’t need to. You had two men taking care of you and you trusted them both with it so fully, that you could completely surrender yourself to the sensation, letting go entirely.
Loud moans filled the bedroom, soft sounds of skin meeting skin while breaths quickened and hearts nearly beat out of their respective chest. This was too much. And not enough. You were way too full and way too empty at the same time, every time one of them pulled out, just to thrust into you again. The loop of it was beyond addicting.
You opened your eyes and Leon and Chris were moving closer and closer together, sandwiching you between them, their foreheads nearly touching above you.
You cried out in pure ecstasy, clenching down on both of them at the same time. Chris echoed your moan. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” he whimpered, pressing his forehead against Leon’s.
“Let go,” Leon whispered, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “I got you both.”
You gripped Leon’s biceps tighter, your mouth falling open in a desperate cry, Chris’ arms coming around your waist, holding on to you in return.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” you sobbed, pulsing around Leon, writhing, completely losing yourself.
Chris let out a guttural grunt, pulling out, hot semen spurting all over your hip and upper thigh. Leon buried a hand in Chris’ hair, pulling him to him, Chris silencing his choked moan with an open mouthed kiss.
After all three of you came down, you lay in bed, holding on to each other. You were covered in both Leon and Chris’ cum, more of Leon’s leaking out of you and onto Chris' sheets. But neither of you cared.
“You’re a really good kisser,” Leon whispered, cupping Chris’ cheek, staring at him.
“I know,” Chris chuckled.
You quietly opened the door, tiptoeing into the kitchen. Leon slipped in behind you. The birds were singing outside and the sun was slowly rising. You hadn’t slept all night.
Chris had offered both of you to stay over but you had politely declined because Rhonda was still babysitting your kids and you didn’t want to walk in dishevelled, wearing last night’s clothes while your kids were already awake, sitting around the kitchen table for breakfast.
“Where the hell have you been?”
You flinched and Leon nearly stumbled. “Holy shit, Rhonda.”
She stood in the kitchen, in her pyjamas, fists pressed into her wide hips, staring you down like you were two teenagers she had just caught drinking and smoking weed in a field.
“At Chris’ housewarming like I told you,” you murmured, looking at Leon who nervously scratched the back of his neck. As he did you spotted a massive hickey right under his ear and your eyebrows shot up. That one wasn’t from you. Not that you remembered anyway.
“You didn’t come home all night, I was worried sick,” Rhonda went on.
“Those are some big words coming from someone who probably fed our kids candy all night and let them stay up way past their bedtime,” Leon huffed, quietly closing the door behind him. “I’d say we’re even.”
Summary: Where Leon brings home an orange cat from a mission, and it somehow becomes the group's main source of entertainment.
Tags: female reader, silly banters, attempt humor, crack ig, curse words, chaotic, lets just pretend they work at the same agency together, Jill and you are roommates, kinda ooc sorry and maybe slight romance? Idk really, also pics used are from Pinterest ctto.
Navigation: Part 1 — now — Part 3—Part 4
A/N: Hi again, Didn't know there's a limit on posting pics here so here's the part 2 ig lol.
English isn't my first language, so please bare with me.
Summary: Where Leon brings home an orange cat from a mission, and it somehow becomes the group's main source of entertainment.
Tags: female reader, silly banters, attempt humor, crack, curse words, chaotic, lets just pretend they work at the same agency together, Jill and you are roommates, kinda ooc sorry and maybe slight romance? Idk really, also pics used are from Pinterest ctto.
Navigation: now—Part 2 — Part 3—Part 4
A/N: Hi! This is my first time making an SMAU and writing for Resident Evil. I really wanted to share this idea, and since I rarely come across SMAUs in this fandom, I decided to make one myself.
There's not really much of a plot, it's mostly just everyone interacting and having fun together.
English isn't my first language, so please bare with me, lol.
Casually calling Leon "good boy" and he genuinely short circuits and gets flustered. He wants you to do it again.
god yeah.
it was probably in a joking way; you asked him to grab something for you from the other room or something simple like that. something that he doesn't give a second thought about doing for you. and when he returns, you plant a kiss on him and say good boy and he freezes like a deer in headlights. tries to ignore the way it makes his stomach burn.
he has to sit down next to you on the couch, stiff and reeling. he can feel the heat radiating up his spine all the way to his cheeks. meanwhile you're humming and doing whatever you were up to before.
he can't stop thinking about it. the next day turns into the weekend and then the next week and he's desperate to hear you say it again. the fact he's so wrecked over your praise kind of has him scoffing at himself. apparently he has a thing for this. he shouldn't be so surprised, he's weak for you in every other facet, too.
he starts doing absolutely everything he can think of to get close to that again. bringing you flowers, stopping by your office with a coffee and your favorite lunch. he gets kisses and your smile, a sweet "thank you, handsome" which is reward enough, but nothing close to the high he's chasing.
it's not until a few days later, a warm saturday where you've left briefly to get some errands done, and leon's getting some long put-off housework out of the way with his rare day off.
he's just drilled the final screw in the shelf you'd been asking him to build all week. the one chore you specifically requested he finish when you got back. you'd been dying to reorganize your office, and had a thousand other things to do, so this was the one thing you really needed him to help you with. it'd just gotten pushed to the side for so long.
he's putting away the tools when you return, humming a song under your breath as you kick off your shoes and come up behind him for a hug. he shuts the closet door and turns to greet you with a kiss.
"did'ya get it all up okay?"
"'course, gorgeous. sorry it took so long," he leaves a peck on your cheek and begins to pull you along to inspect his handiwork, but your words stop him short.
"good boy," it's a light, teasing tone again. but he goes rigid and warm like a dog who's heard the crinkling of a package of treats. you nearly bump into him, still grasping his hand. "everything good, leon?" he can hear the smile in your voice before you turn. you've understood everything now.
"yeah, i'm-i'm good."
"yeah, you are," you round him and push his fringe from his face. his cheeks are flushed pink from your additional praise, from you squishing his cheeks together teasingly. what you say next nearly brings him to his knees. "you're my good boy, baby, aren't you?"
you don't look at the shelf until hours later, once you're finally released from leon's needy hands, smelling of sweat and him.
Summary: Leon comes home a little late on Father's Day.
Words: 900
Leon was already halfway through the front door before it was fully opened.
“--for dinner, because I am starving? Haven't eaten since–”
The rest of the sentence died. Leon stopped. The house was dark. Not dark-dark. Afternoon sunlight still filtered through the curtains, but it was quiet.
His keys disappeared into his pocket. The fatigue of a fourteen-hour workday evaporated. Years of training slid into place. There was no television, no music, no voices, no movement.
His heart began to pound.
"Sweetheart?" he called.
He waited, only for silence to greet him.
His jaw tightened.
The living room was empty. Kitchen empty. No sign of you
No sign of his daughter. The little shoes by the front door were gone.
Leon moved silently through the house, checking corners, checking sightlines, following the familiar ritual of a man who had spent most of his life preparing for terrible things.
The hallway.
Empty.
Dining room.
Empty.
Upstairs.
Still nothing.
The knot in his chest tightened. His mind was already constructing possibilities: an emergency, an accident, a break-in. Every terrible scenario his career had trained him to anticipate.
He reached the top of the stairs and paused, listening.
There was absolutely no sound.
And then, muffled, behind a door down the hallway, he heard a giggle. In the guest room.
Leon froze.
He heard another tiny sound. A whisper. Then frantic shushing.
Leon's eyes closed briefly as his shoulders sank and his head fell back.
Jesus Christ.
The guest room door burst open.
"SURPRISE!"
A tiny blur launched itself at his legs. Leon barely had time to react before his daughter collided with him at full speed. Construction paper exploded everywhere. Glitter rained across the hallway. A handmade crown landed near his shoe as a small body was wrapped around his waist.
"Daddy!"
For a moment Leon simply stood there, motionless and staring.
His daughter looked up at him expectantly, smiling with that smile that was missing two front teeth. Her hair was slightly crooked. Her face was covered in marker. She was holding what appeared to be a Father's Day card assembled entirely from glue and determination.
"Daddy?"
Leon swallowed. Hard. He crouched, scooped her up, and held on. The card crumpled slightly between them.
His daughter immediately began talking. Words poured out in a stream. About crafts, about surprises, about how Mommy helped but not too much because she did most of it herself, about breakfast, about decorations, about everything.
Leon didn't say a word. He just held her, one hand spread across her back, the other cradling the back of her head.
You appeared in the hallway doorway a moment later, leaning against the frame, your face softening because you knew that look. You'd seen it before on the rare occasions Leon was caught off guard by happiness. The moments that slipped through his defenses. The moments when the weight of everything he'd survived collided with everything he'd gained.
His daughter was still talking, still chattering happily, oblivious.
Leon lowered his face into her hair. His shoulders were still rising with a careful breath when you saw it.
A tear.
Sliding silently down his cheek.
Your chest ached. God. After all these years, seeing him cry still felt sacred.
His daughter finally noticed.
"Daddy?"
Leon laughed softly, a broken little sound, then kissed the top of her head.
"I'm okay, kiddo." His voice was rough. "So okay."
His crushing hug kept her from saying anything else, and then she forgot the words beneath the weight of her giggles.
You smiled, wiped discreetly at your own eyes, and decided the moment had become too emotional. Somebody had to save everyone.
So you stepped forward and cleared your throat.
You said quietly, "Mommy got you something too."
Leon looked up, still holding your daughter, still visibly wrecked.
You held out a card.
Simple. Blue. He liked blue. Slightly bent at one corner.
His eyes immediately softened.
"Yeah?"
You nodded.
"Yeah. Happy Father’s day."
He took it carefully, like it might break.
Your daughter twisted excitedly in his arms.
"Open it!"
Leon smiled and he opened the card. Inside, in your handwriting, were only a few words.
Coupon for one free blowjob.
Leon almost choked on a stifled laugh. His eyes moved lower.
Thank you for being the safest place either of us have ever known.
The hallway went quiet. Leon stared at the words. His thumb brushed across the ink.
His eyes closed.
A fresh tear escaped despite his best efforts.
Your daughter gasped dramatically.
"Daddy's crying again."
You laughed.
Leon laughed too, a helpless, embarrassed sound.
Your daughter wrapped both arms around his neck. You stepped closer and pressed yourself against his side.
And there, in the middle of a hallway littered with glitter and construction paper, Leon Kennedy stood surrounded by the two people he loved most in the world, holding his daughter, holding your card, believing finally that he had succeeded in making the world safe enough to make a difference.
At least for you.
A/N: sorry for the late upload on Father's day! I was busy celebrating my own husband. Nothing quite as adorable as your chosen DangerousMan™️ silently tearing up while holding your child.
Thinking about re4r!leon coming back from a mission, roughed up and exhausted. You walk in on him after he’s just taken his first shower in weeks. He didn’t mean for you to see of course; but it was hard to miss with his back to the door you came in through and nothing but a towel around his waist. It was inevitable but he still inwardly cringed when he saw your face, staring at his back.
It looked awful. A whole rainbow of blues and blacks and yellows. He sees your hand freeze on the knob and your eyes go a little bit wide, and you know he’s cursing himself out for not locking that damn door. His hands, flushed from the shower and trembling from the pain, grip the tube of ointment he’s got, fumbling to close the cap with his palm like he’s been caught doing something shameful.
A smaller, softer hand catches it before he can discard it onto the counter.
“It’s no big deal.” He says, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re gently nudging him to face the mirror and popping open the ointment cap yourself. You squeeze some onto your fingers and rub it so gently into his back, it almost hurts worse than when he was trying to do it.
He winces, knuckles growing white as he grips the counter. It always hurt worse when it was all over and he was home. He grits his teeth, but everything melts away into nothing when he feels the featheriest flutter of your lips against his shoulder blade.
And then his spine.
And he twitches when he feels it on his lower back.
“Hey, what are you-“
He feels another kiss against his tricep, and before he knows it he’s turning around and catching your lower lip between his own. Shamelessly.
And then it gentles. And he pulls away, and your giggle is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard. He gathers you up in his arms, and you squirm like a fish. The laughter is better than ibuprofen.
Your hands curl, crushed against his chest. Your eyes meet his, and your laughter dissolves gradually. You cock your head, fingering a smaller bruise on his shoulder.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” You mumble quietly, saddened by the thought of how much pain he must be in.
Leon’s nose nudges your own, and your forehead rests against his as your fingers settle against the ball of his shoulder.
