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Masterlist
Cooperative Parenting series [RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader] completed
Don't think the stripper likes you series [Rookie!Leon Kennedy x Reader]
Summary: You find out you're pregnant—the night before Leon leaves for Raccoon City in September 1998.
a/n: Based on this poll. Can be read as a prequel to my Cooperative Parenting series, or on its own.
word count: 2.6k
Masterlist, Sequel
You and Leon were broke. That was what had gotten you into this whole mess in the first place. Between you, a college drop out turned waitress, and Leon, a wide-eyed police academy recruit, your funds were limited.
Which was why, after you realised the pill gave you migraines and anxiety from hell, you asked planned parenthood to cover the cost for an IUD. They agreed. And put you on a long-ass waitlist.
“Fuck.” You sighed in resignation, staring at the two pink lines glaring back at you.
Not only were you and Leon too broke for this, you were also too young. You had just celebrated his twenty-first birthday last month. How the hell were you going to take care of another human?
You shook the white plastic strip, as if that would magically shake the second line off it. That motherfucker stayed and you wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear off the face of the earth.
This was so stupid too.
What you lacked in funds, Leon and you made up for in pure horniness. If you could stop fucking for five minutes, maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess. So when you ran out of condoms, “we shouldn’t” turned into “just the tip”, which turned into “I’ll pull out”.
It was a calculated risk. You had already gotten your appointment for the IUD insertion, finally having moved up on the waitlist. Nothing would happen in that short amount of time, right? It was fine.
It would have been fine if ‘once’ hadn’t turned into ‘twice’, and ‘twice’ hadn’t turned into—you lost count.
So here you were, white knuckling the sink, eyes squeezed shut, realising that ‘calculated risk’ had turned into ‘baby’.
A real, complete baby that you were going to grow inside your body, getting stared at because you still looked like an infant yourself. You were also going to push it out of you. Probably getting stared at then too, by medical staff. And Leon.
When the baby was there, people would stare at you some more, as you pushed the stroller, breastfed in public and had a meltdown because you wouldn’t be able to stop your baby from crying. Ever.
You wouldn’t sleep. Neither would Leon. You two would fall out of love and never speak to each other again. Except about who would get to do Christmas that year.
You rubbed your eyes. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself a little bit. You tossed the test into the bin, watching the metal lid bite down and swallow it, never to be seen again.
“So?” Leon asked, watching you come out of the bathroom, fidgeting with the remote control.
You froze. The timing was terrible too.
“Negative,” you lied, clearing your throat, sinking down on the couch next to him, shoving your hands under your thighs to hide that they were shaking.
Leon let out a long breath. “Thank fuck.”
You nodded, pressing your lips together. “Now you can focus on your first day tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Leon murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m glad we found out though. When you told me you were late, I couldn’t think straight.”
“Me neither,” you muttered, gnawing on your lower lip. “I was really scared.”
Leon leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. You clung to him and let him pull you against his chest, as he sprawled out on the couch.
“Are you nervous?” you asked, drawing little patterns on his chest. You were about to have a baby with him. Holy shit.
He grimaced. “Maybe? I don’t know. I haven’t really heard from them since last week.”
“It’ll be fine,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “You graduated as valedictorian. That means you’re the best.”
Leon looked at you with utter reverence in his eyes. “No, I’m not.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as he gently cupped your cheeks and pulled you into an unrushed kiss.
“My girlfriend is the best,” he whispered against your lips, nudging your nose with his. “And I’m about to leave her for my first real job. I haven’t even left and I already miss you.”
You chuckled.
Your pregnant girlfriend, my guy. But you don’t know that yet. Because if you knew, you’d be a nervous wreck and late as hell on your first day.
“You’re always so dramatic,” you murmured, returning the kiss. “What do you think will happen? You get there and the world has somehow ended and all the police officers have turned into zombies?”
He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Can you be serious for one second of your life?”
“I was a theatre major,” you said, looking at him deadpan. “I am literally unable to. Unless you want me to act, then I could play someone who is a serious person.”
Or, you know, somebody who’s not pregnant.
“No, I like you for you,” he whispered, casually squeezing the soft flesh on your hips. That same flesh that would probably get a lot softer once you were progressing in your pregnancy.
You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. This wasn’t even lying by omission. This was full on lying. About a pretty important thing.
But you would tell him when he came back next weekend. You just didn’t want to sabotage his start with the RPD. He had been so excited to be assigned with them specifically. You didn’t want to ruin it for him.
“Maybe my nervousness was more about you being late than about tomorrow,” he mused. “My thoughts were racing all day. I mean, can you imagine having a baby right now?”
You swallowed, your heart stumbling into a sprint. “Why? What would it be like?” you choked out.
“An absolute nightmare?” Leon wrinkled his forehead. “We’re way too young, you just dropped out of college, I’m starting my first job. There’s really no worse time to have a baby.”
You felt sick to your stomach. Because you agreed. “But would you want a baby? With me, I mean?” you whispered, voice shaky.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it like that.” He paused. “It’s just not something I’m considering right now.
You nodded, feeling like your insides had been turned inside out. “But if you had to? Would you be happy it was with me?” You were—obviously—off the pill. Your anxiety technically shouldn’t be spiking like that.
Leon smiled at you softly. “I mean, you’re not pregnant, right? We don’t have to think about that right now.”
“Yeah,” you breathed, letting him press a kiss to your forehead, as you stared at the TV screen but not really seeing what was going on.
Leon didn’t want a baby. Of course, why would he? He was twenty-one. Nobody your age seriously wanted a baby. Not that you had heard of anyway. Everybody prayed for the second line not to appear whenever they got into that situation. Funnily enough, the second line never appeared. For anyone. Except you.
A calculated risk, just like lying about it.
When Leon found out you had betrayed him like that, he would no doubt call it quits. Here you were, about to nail him down with a pregnancy you had kept from him. Manipulate him into staying with you. Oh, you dug yourself a hole beyond holes.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Huh?” You whipped your head around. Leon was staring at you. He knew. He felt it somehow. It was the baby daddy instinct.
“I said I’ll call you when I get there and that I have an apartment lined up to look at on Tuesday.”
“Apartment? We have an apartment,” you whispered.
“Yeah, but we’re going to have to move, right?”
You nodded. Because of the baby. The tiny one-bedroom you were currently living in was barely big enough for you and Leon. There was no way you could have a baby in here. Where would all the stuff go? The crib, the changing table, the stroller?
How would you even afford those things? You made $2.13 per hour before tips. Leon made more than that. He was now in full-time employment as a police officer on probation. But he would leave you right? After catching you in your lie? You might as well apply for food stamps right now. Single motherhood was inevitable.
“Are you tired?” he asked, puzzled. “You’re not processing anything I’m saying.”
You blinked. “The shift at the diner was crazy.”
And I’m pregnant. With your baby. That you don’t want. And I think I might be going insane.
Leon lifted you up and you squealed, holding on to his shoulders for dear life. “Leon!”
“I think it’s time to take my girlfriend to bed, what do you think?”
“Why do you call me your girlfriend all the time?” you giggled. “There’s nobody here. You can say my name.”
He looked at you amused. “But that’s your title, right? My girlfriend? Love of my life? My future wife?”
You covered your face with your hand, sneaking a glance through your fingers, but you were all giddy. “You’re so cheesy.” You stopped yourself, your face sinking. He would reconsider that once he knew about your little secret. The love of his life wouldn’t lie to him like that.
“You love it though,” he said without missing a beat, carrying you to bed, where this mess had begun in the first place.
Later that night, Leon was nuzzling the back of your neck, arms wrapped around you, one hand casually resting on your lower abdomen.
You sighed into the embrace, closing your eyes, indulging for a little bit.
If only he knew.
You would tell him straight when he came home. Maybe he would understand that you hadn’t wanted to tell him right before his first day with the RPD. Maybe, just maybe this would all be fine and you wouldn't end up as an overwhelmed single mom living below the poverty line.
“Are you sure the test was negative?” Leon whispered and your blood ran cold. “You seem…off.”
“It’s because you’re leaving,” you replied, too quickly, eyes wide open.
“Mh,” Leon sighed, arms closing around your waist a little tighter. “I’ll be back Friday.”
“I know,” you whispered. His lips ghosted over your skin and he sank deeper into the pillows, drifting off.
You couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried.
Your thoughts were racing and you kept tossing and turning beside your boyfriend.
What had you done?
Why hadn’t you just used a condom? It really wasn’t that hard. It was pretty easy actually, just not having unprotected sex when you didn’t want to be pregnant. But you did that. And now you were. Pregnant. Preggers. Up the duff.
About to be a mom. Giving birth. Raising someone. Be responsible for them. What would pregnancy be like? You felt nauseous. Was that morning sickness already?
Holy shit, the medical bills. What if you got gestational diabetes? That was a thing, right? What if something was wrong with you?
What if something was wrong with the baby?
You were in utter panic, your heart was racing so much you thought it might stop out of exhaustion at any moment.
Oh god, what if you found out you had an underlying heart condition and neither you or your baby would make it? What if you died giving birth and someone dropped the baby off at Leon's doorstep because he had already left you by then? And he only found out then and there that you never told him before his first day with the RPD?
“Leon,” you whispered, having no idea how long you had been imprisoned by your own thoughts.
Leon was fast asleep, face pressed into the pillows, arms sprawled out up and to the sides. What if your baby slept like that? Wasn’t that dangerous for them?
But babies needed tummy time, right? Occasionally?
You had absolutely no idea what you were doing. You were utterly unqualified for this new job.
“Leon,” you hissed, poking him and he stirred, groaning.
“What?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
“Leon, I lied to you,” you whispered, chin quivering. You had to come clean right now. He couldn't find out only when he opened the door and saw the wicker basket sitting there, a newborn baby inside.
He cracked one eye open, lifting his head to glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the digital numbers on it flashing green in the dark. “It’s three in the morning.”
You nodded. “I know,” you whined, cuddling up to his side. He instinctively closed his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin.
“Is this the worm thing again?” he murmured, still half asleep. “Yes, I would still love you. Go back to sleep.”
You shook your head. “No, it’s not the worm thing. It’s way worse.”
“It’s so bad that it can’t wait until tomorrow?” he asked, a slight chuckle making his chest vibrate.
“Kinda,” you whimpered, scrambling for words. “Would you still love me if I was pregnant but kept it from you because I didn’t want to sabotage your first day tomorrow?”
“Yes, I would still love you if you were pregnant,” he murmured, eyes closed again.
“Because I am. I’m pregnant. The test was positive.” You stilled, anxiously waiting for his response, your blood rushing in your ears.
“You’re pregnant? That’s great,” he slurred, already drifting off again.
He went rigid, arm flying out to his side, switching on the light on the nightstand. “What?”
You drew in a shaky breath.
He glanced at the alarm clock. “It’s fucking three in the morning,” he whined.
You sat up, looking at him. “I’m pregnant. The test wasn’t negative. I told you it was because I didn’t want to worry you.”
He blinked. “So you chose the middle of the night to tell me instead?”
“I panicked,” you mumbled, kneading your hands in your lap.
Leon stared at you.
“Say something,” you whined.
“You’re pregnant?” His gaze dropped to your stomach. “Like for real? With a baby?”
You nodded.
He ran a hand over his face. “Oh my god. You’re not kidding.”
You shook your head. “I wish I was.”
Leon’s eyes wandered from side to side as he was mulling it over in his head. No doubt already thinking about leaving you for keeping this from him. He buried his face in his hands and blew out a heavy breath. “Oh my god, I’m freaking out.”
“Me too,” you whispered, on the verge of tears, watching him.
“I..I don’t– I–” he stammered, voice breaking. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need to make so much money, I–”
You shook your head and reached for him but he shrugged your hands off.
You winced at the rejection.
“I mean, are we keeping it?” he asked, turning his head to you, eyes wide with panic.
You stared back with just as much fear written on your face. “I don’t know. Do you want to keep it?”
“I don’t know. Do you?” He grabbed your hands, covering them with his. “How do you feel about it?”
“I don’t want to do this without you,” you whispered, your voice breaking into a sob.
Leon pulled you against his chest, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head. You held on to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, hot tears falling from your eyes.
“You won’t,” he said. “I’d still love you if you were a worm, right?”
“But I’m not a worm, Leon. I’m pregnant,” you whimpered, another sob racking through you.
Leon sighed. “Listen, you lied to me all day about the test being negative and now you tell me in the middle of the night before my first day at my first job. And I still love you.”
You sobbed harder. “I had a plan. And that’s not a very nice thing to say.”
Ok so hear me out; a follow up to “you’re worth protecting” where Leon and reader are at the office, post mission, and Leon corners reader and reminds her of her confession about her fantasy of him bending her over a desk and fucking her. But he’s gotta repay her for the life-saving and life-altering head he got, right??? 😎😎 so naturally he reciprocates life-saving and life-altering head and then fucks her senseless over the briefing room desk!!!! Or something like this please lord I need a part 2!!!!!!
Hehe, I love that. Thank you for reaching out, Anon. I had something similar in mind. But I'd like to combine it with a bunch of other things. Let me cook my chicken soup
Fic: You're worth protecting (RE9 Leon x DSO agent reader, sex pollen)
How did you come up with the name Lottie? Did you get inspired by someone else’s fan art of Leon Kennedy having a child or did you come up with it on your own. I ask because i literally just say a fan art post of Claire x Leon where they have a child named Lottie so I was curious if that was your inspo
Oh wow! No I wasn't aware that existed actually. Unless I forgot about it. But I came up with it randomly. All my names are whispered to me by the writing gods in my sleep.
Fic: Cooperative Parenting series [RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader]
Hey babes love your work spectacular, flawless, amazing sooooo many more words I could use to describe many are quite feral ❤️❤️ but I was wondering if you have a possible permanent tag list for your fica I saw a request you got a while ago that really peak my interest and I don’t wanna miss it I mean doubt with how religiously check your page but still wanted to ask ❤️❤️ much love
Yes I absolutely have a permanent tag list. Just let me know if you would like to be added 💗💗
And thank you so much @bbygirl77 ! (Also do let me know what those feral words are, don’t hold back)
Warnings: nsfw, no outbreak au, age gap, older reader (early 30s), sw, rookie Leon cums too fast, tw!getting mugged, guinea pigs, unprotected sex
part 6
Summary: Leon feeds you strawberries. Luis feeds you dollar bills. This is getting really messy, holy shit. Not a love triangle
a/n: Thank you for all your support and everyone leaving comments! I always love to hear what you think. I appreciate you <3 This is again so very 90s. People are smoking indoors.
word count: 4.2k
Masterlist
If someone had asked you what an ideal Sunday looked like to you this time last year, you probably wouldn’t have come up with "a police officer ten years younger than you feeding you strawberries in bed after absolutely rocking your world with his mouth and cock". But here you were. Life was unpredictable sometimes.
You were sprawled out on Leon’s chest, taking a bite from the juiciest strawberry of all time, eyes fluttering shut with a content sigh.
Leon chuckled, his chest vibrating under your palm and cheek. He grabbed another strawberry and brought his arm down beside the bed.
Guinevere’s head shot up and she balanced on her hind legs to snatch the treat from Leon’s hands. You had placed a little mat beside your bed for her. She just liked to hang out there sometimes, be close to you. Especially if she was being spoiled like that by the man in your bed.
“You know how they say people and their pets mirror each other and become alike?” he said and you smiled.
“We were always alike, me and her.” You opened your mouth, looking at him from the corner of your eye, silently asking for another strawberry.
He chuckled again, doing as you asked. “That was the last one. I’m all out.”
You savoured the last taste of strawberry, humming softly before moving up on Leon’s chest, pressing a kiss to his full lips.
“Mh, strawberry,” he murmured.
You smiled, kissing him again, open mouthed and a little more heated this time. He sighed into the kiss, tongue brushing against yours. You propped yourself up beside his head, legs either side of his hips, grinding your bare pussy over his cock.
He let out a content groan, grabbing your ass and pressing you down on him. Your breath hitched and you deepened the kiss, feeling him get hard again between your folds, right where you wanted him to be.
Leon pressed his forehead against yours. “I think we’re all out of condoms, too.”
You chuckled. You and the rookie really tore through packets of them like there was no tomorrow.
“I’m on birth control,” you whispered, trailing kisses along his jawline and bringing yourself up into a seated position.
Leon moaned softly, holding on to your hips, watching your chest rise and fall with your breaths. “Are you sure?”
You bit your lip, rolling your hips against him, nodding. His mouth fell open ever so slightly and you lifted yourself up a little higher, lining him up with your entrance. You were still wet from the rounds before, spreading your slickness all over the thick head of his cock, before sinking down slowly.
Leon drew in a sharp breath. “Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
You mewled softly, feeling your walls stretch around him. You really fit him like a glove, it was perfect.
Palming your tits, you started rolling your hips, grinding your clit against him, the friction so delicious, it made you flutter around his cock.
“Oh shit, that’s almost too good,” Leon breathed, his brows knitting together in helpless pleasure. “Oh my god.”
You agreed. Taking the rookie without anything separating you was an almost transcendental experience.
He thrust up to meet you at the next roll of your hips and you gasped as the tip of him kissed your cervix.
“Oh fuck,” he panted, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of your hips.
You leaned back, propping yourself up on his thighs, gliding your pussy all over the entire length of him until he almost slipped out all the way, circling your hips slowly around the tip of his cock, throwing your head back in pure bliss.
Leon whined and his thumb found your clit, caressing it.
You let out a low moan, bringing your head forward to watch the way he slid in and out of you, his cock glistening with your juices. The sight of it was even more obscene than the feeling of it. He was so god damn big.
“Holy shit,” Leon groaned, breath coming ragged. “Wait, slow down, oh fuck.” He whimpered and wrapped an arm around you, halting your movements.
He sat up, burying his head in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to catch his breath.
“Are you okay?” you asked, running a hand through his hair.
He nodded. “Yeah,” he breathed, swallowing hard.
You rutted against him, desperate for more, holding on to his shoulders as you started bouncing on his cock, obscene squelching sounds filling the bedroom.
Little feet raced over the hardwood floor back into the living room and you chuckled.
Thank you, Guinevere, for giving us some privacy, you thought, as a lewd moan slipped past your lips.
“Oh fuck, yes, oh my god, yes,” Leon panted, his mouth finding your nipples, sucking on them, as he pressed his forehead against your chest. “Mh.” He let out a strangled whimper, gripping your waist tighter, biceps flexing.
"Leon," you moaned, knowing he fucking adored it when you said his name like that. He groaned into your chest and you felt yourself clench down on him as you took him deeper, harder, feeling him press into your cervix, rubbing along it.
“Ah, fuck, oh my god,” Leon whined, letting out a high pitched moan and twitching inside you. “Ah, no, wait, slow down, no, I don’t wanna, ah—” He shuddered beneath you, pushing up into you with sloppy thrusts accompanied by a deep guttural groan, his cheek pressed against your tits. “Oh fuck, oh no.”
He cried out, gripping you tightly, rutting into you like a man possessed, before he stilled, his cheeks becoming red hot.
“Leon?” you asked and he avoided your gaze.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, trying to regain composure. “I don’t know what— oh fuck, I’m so sorry. Without a condom, it’s just— you feel way too good.”
You chuckled softly, cupping his cheeks and forced him to look up at you, his blue puppy eyes full of shame.
“I— that was my first time, I didn’t know it was gonna be like that. I wasn’t prepared,” he whined, a pained expression on his face.
You captured his lips in a soft kiss, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through you.
“So I did pop your cherry after all,” you murmured, nudging his nose with yours.
“Kinda,” he confessed. “I’ve never done it without a condom until now.”
You kissed him again and he hummed against your lips. “Why did nobody ever tell me how much better that feels? Oh my god. Your pussy is from heaven,” he murmured and you chuckled.
“I don’t think anyone has called my vagina celestial before,” you said, biting back a grin.
“I find that hard to believe,” Leon replied, looking up at you. “And you’re so fucking beautiful.”
You went rigid and shook your head. “Don’t.”
“What?” he asked, clearly puzzled.
“Every guy at the club calls me beautiful all day. It’s like that’s the only thing they can come up with. It makes me feel like I’m at work.”
Leon nodded, silence stretching between you both.
“You’re also really gentle, even though you pretend to be mean sometimes,” he whispered and you stared at him, his chin resting on your breasts, blue eyes wide and honest. “And you’re really funny.”
Your breath caught in your throat, lips parting.
“And you crinkle your nose when you’re thinking really hard about something. Guinea pigs most of the time.”
You blinked, an involuntary smile tugging at your lips.
“And you smack your lips when you eat strawberries. I don’t think you notice. But it’s like you can’t help it, you just like the taste of them so much.”
You caught yourself playing with his hair and pulled away, patting his head instead, suddenly painfully aware that you were leaking his cum onto both of your thighs. This was about as close as you could get to the rookie. There weren't that many boundaries left after this.
“I really need to go pee,” you murmured, climbing off him, adhering to Crystal’s advice.
"Can I make it up to you, when you get back?" he asked, sinking down into the pillows, watching you. You let out a shaky breath, desperately trying to keep the walls you had built to protect yourself from crumbling with your bare hands.
You clenched your legs together, his cum dripping out of you. Leon followed it with his eyes, mesmerised.
A dirty, dirty freak. And so, so hot.
You bit your lip and shrugged. "I guess."
His eyebrows shot up. "You guess?"
You rushed into the bathroom, burying your face in your hands, watching helplessly as the walls collapsed one by one.
Technically you wouldn’t come in on a Tuesday, but Crystal had called you, letting you know that the club was packed after Raccon City had lost in the varsity football game. Which meant that it might be a good day to make a shit ton of money.
Disappointed football fans were typically a little tipsy, desperate to turn the night around and on the hunt for a quick dopamine fix. In other words, a whole lot of good and easy to handle customers that wouldn’t stick around longer than they needed to.
So you, already in your pyjamas and with your skincare on, got yourself all dolled up and put on something naughty, ready to hit the club.
You were in a weird mood. After the strawberry day spent in your bed, you and Leon had barely spoken.
Barely spoken was an overstatement. Radio silence was more like it.
Not on his end.
On your end. Entirely.
But that was a good thing. This had gone way too far. You and him had gotten way too close, way too comfortable with one another. You had let him fuck you raw, for Christ’s sakes. Like you were a couple or something. This had to end now.
At the same time, you felt kind of empty. Like you were missing something. You didn’t know what it was, but your body was absolutely screaming for it. You felt a little … vulnerable without it. Like you wanted the ... thing to hold you close and gently stroke your hair, kiss you on the forehead, maybe.
This was probably because you were in luteal phase. You always were in a strange mood then. Also because strippers made the least amount of money during that point in their cycle and you really enjoyed raking in the dollar bills. It was the best part of your job after all.
“Ah shit,” you cursed, trying to find a place for your truck in the parking lot in front of the club. Because you were so late and the club was so packed, there just wasn’t any space.
Groaning in annoyance, you drove a couple streets down to park in a small alleyway. You took in your surroundings. It looked a little sketchy maybe. But you were only going to stay here for a couple of hours, tops. The night was nearly over. You wouldn't be long.
To your surprise, the club wasn’t only packed with regular football dads and uncles, but with college students too.
They didn't come here. There was the odd group every once in a while, but college students really weren’t your usual clientele.
To even more of your surprise, one of them immediately came up to you before you even had time to walk past the bar and into the actual client area.
“Sorry, are you Lola?”
You looked at him, trying to figure out if you had seen him before and maybe that was where he knew you from.
“Yes, I am,” you replied.
“Great,” he said. “Listen, uh, how much is a private dance?”
“A hundred.” You leaned against the bar. There was a reason college students didn’t come here often. The fact that they were only old enough to get in in their final year for one. The other reason was that they were perpetually skint.
“Oh, okay. Uhm, could me and my friend split the dance fifty-fifty? We only have a hundred between us.”
You smiled, pinching his cheek. “No.”
Bartering at the strip club like that was insanely disrespectful. Didn’t stop them from trying every once in a while regardless.
You rolled your eyes and stalked off, trying to find some actual paying customers.
Despite the stingy college students, it ended up being a successful shift for you and you were positively raking in the hundreds, despite the short amount of time until closing time.
But that was a good thing, too. You probably only had one last dance in you before your muscles got too sore. Maybe you could find a fun one. Someone really pretty. Treat yourself, why didn’t you?
It would take your mind off this awful empty feeling that you couldn’t place.
That feeling that definitely wasn’t related to anyone. Especially not someone blonde and broad shouldered. Why did that image even pop up in your head?
You brushed it off and got up on stage, flinging your body around the pole, raking in the tips. This one Spanish guy was especially generous.
“I get how someone would fall in love in here. Fuck me, I get it,” he purred as you let him slip a twenty into the waistband of your thong on either side of your hip bone.
“Oh really?” you crooned, leaning in a little closer. He was kind of cute. He would be a fun one to dance on.
You tilted your head, examining him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
He chuckled. “You’re right. This is my first time.”
You smiled. “Well,” you said, “Do you want a welcome dance?”
He grinned. “I don’t know. Girl like you probably has some love sick boyfriend waiting for her at home. I don’t want to interfere.”
“Matter of fact, I don’t,” you whispered into his ear and he was putty in your hands. He bargained with himself for a second, then muttered a foreign curse under his breath and slipped you a hundred.
You had to wait a little while for a private room to become available, that’s how packed the club was. But when you did, the Spanish guy plopped right down on the couch, arms stretched out wide on the backrest.
You chuckled, setting the timer. “So, you have done this before, huh? Just not here.”
“Let’s just say I appreciate the finer things in life, señorita,” he said and you grinned. He was funny. You liked that.
“Can I smoke in here?”
“Sure,” you murmured, hearing the telltale sound of a lighter igniting a cigarette. He took in his surroundings, blowing out the smoke.
“It’s not really a private room if there’s CCTV in here,” he observed, gaze snagging on where the camera was carefully hidden in a dark corner above the door.
The whole place was riddled with them. Even though the owner, Tony, prided himself with his establishment being safe, it was still a stripclub. You could never be too careful.
Anything that was going on in the club, be it at the bar, by the poles or even in the private rooms, was recorded and stored in Tony’s office when the tape was full.
People typically didn’t notice because they had their eyes on other things.
“Smart cookie,” you praised, sauntering over to your client, tantalisingly running your hands all along your torso, unclasping the back of your stripper attire, letting it fall to the ground. “So, what’s your name sweetheart?”
“Dios mío,” the guy said, gulping, staring at your tits.
You clicked your tongue. “I don’t think that’s a name, honey.” You lowered yourself down onto his lap, playing with the collar of his shirt.
“Luis,” he said.
You hummed, rolling your hips. He drew in a sharp breath and took a drag from his cigarette to calm himself down.
“Luis is a lovely name,” you whispered, letting your tits bounce a little more than necessary with every movement. “What do you do, Luis? Do you want to tell me or should I guess?”
“I’m a researcher. A biologist.”
“You know, my father was a biologist,” you purred, biting your lip.
His eyebrows shot up. “Really?"
You nodded, biting back a grin. Cop, researcher, whatever. Your daddy had a lot of professions these days. All of them coming to a tragic end towards the grand finale of your dance for extra tips.
"You know, I wasn't quite sure how good this place was going to be. But my roommate loves it here, so I thought I'd see it for myself," he murmured, his hands twitching, itching to touch your bare skin.
"Who's your roommate?" you asked, turning around so he could get a good eyeful of your ass, as you dropped down low, hovering over his crotch oh so enticingly.
"He's a cop," Luis breathed, visibly distracted.
You chuckled, feeling the tip of his hard-on press into your backside. "That really narrows it down."
"He's a really nice guy. Too nice for his own good," he said, taking another drag from his cigarette. "He fell in love with one of the girls here but she treats him like shit."
You halted your movements, looking at him over your shoulder. "What?"
He blew out a waft of smoke. "Oh yeah, she's a real bitch. Proper toying with him. I get that she's probably super hot, but he deserves so much better if you ask me."
You continued gyrating your hips, lowering your chin so you could look up at him through your eyelashes. They all loved that.
"Is that what he says? That she's a bitch?"
Luis clicked his tongue. "He would never say it like that. But I know he thinks it sometimes."
You nodded, a sinking feeling spreading through your stomach.
Luis bit back a groan. Oh right. His dick. You were kinda grinding on it out of habit. You lifted yourself back up.
"Just out of curiosity, what's your roommate's name?" you asked, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest.
"Leon," Luis murmured and his eyes flew open, as if he just realised something. "Wait, what's your name?"
You paused. "Helena."
Luis let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank god. Leon would kill me if I got a dance with Lola. Because that's his girl, you see. I think he loves her."
You swallowed, turning around to face him again, holding on to his shoulders. They were too small. Not muscular enough. "I think so, too."
Luis wrinkled his forehead. "Wait, how do you know?"
You shrugged. "Just locker room talk amongst the girls between shifts. Lola is a real talker."
Luis let out a strangled breath, his head falling back onto the sofa. "So how does she feel about him? If she's such a talker, I'm sure she's told you."
You sighed. "She's scared of him, Luis."
"What?" His head came back up, a puzzled look on his face. "Scared of Leon? That's ridiculous."
"Why is that ridiculous?" You snapped, clearing your throat when you realised that wasn't very Helena of you. "He clearly has the upper hand."
Luis burst into laughter. "You're kidding."
You stared at him, softly shaking your head.
"He's on his fucking knees, Helena." He huffed. "I get why she's scared. The whole keeping up the façade kinda stuff, right? Don't let anyone penetrate your walls in fear of rejection? Or that they might hurt you? I get it. I'm a lot like that myself. Mi mamá always used to say that too. But you see—"
"You talk a lot, has anyone ever told you that?"
He cleared his throat. "Leon would never hurt her."
"Oh, that's really interesting, because the way I see it, he doesn't have the maturity it takes to actually be in love with someone like her. And the fantasy is always amazing, right? But that's far from an actual relationship with a woman in my field of work."
Luis watched you intently. "You talk a lot, yourself, has anyone ever told you that?"
You cleared your throat.
The timer went off, saving you.
You smiled, climbing off his lap. "Time's up. Please come again, Luis, baby."
He narrowed his eyes on you, but reached into his pocket and left you a generous tip. His mamá clearly had raised a boy with manners.
"I'll see you around, Helena."
You nodded, a smile plastered onto your face. "Bye."
Luis winked at you, as he slipped through the door, his cigarette lazily hanging from the corner of his mouth.
He was charming, you had to give him that. You were glad Leon lived with someone like him. Someone loyal, who watched out for him.
You slapped your forehead. "No, no, no, no, no. Lola, fucking stop it, get a grip. The rookie is none of your concern."
Then why did you miss him so badly? You wanted nothing more than to run to Leon right now, feeling all safe and protected in his arms and for him to tuck your head under his chin. Maybe feed you strawberries while he was at it.
Actually not only right now. You wanted to run to him all the time. After a tiring shift. After bad news at the vet. Whenever Francesca was losing weight despite you feeding her a special diet of pumpkin and sunflower seeds to bulk up.
But this was only safe in theory. In reality, all of this was so fucking unsafe. Giving him access to you like that? How would that even work?
He would get jealous eventually. They all did. He would give you an ultimatum: me or your job. Choose. You slut. Dancing half naked in front of strangers, grinding down on other men's cocks.
It had happened before. Multiple times.
If it even came to that. Most of the time, they rejected you, making it more than clear that they would never consider anything serious with someone like you. Even though they had pursued you like crazy at first.
Unlovable. The big bad word that sent you spiralling.
You let out a long breath, hugging yourself. Alright, time to call it a night and go home. Time to get back to Guinevere, Arwen, Caramelo and your sweet girl Francesca.
You picked up Luis' dollar bills and put them in your separate tip bag. In the locker room, you slipped out of your sweaty stripper attire and into your Juicy Couture tracksuit. Barely anyone knew of the brand yet, but you were convinced this would soon be desperately sought after.
You didn't bother to take off your jewellery, or fix your hair. You were only going home anyways. No more pit stops.
Your make up was a mess. Your eyeliner was smudged, your foundation caky because of the sweat separating it from your skin. You looked like you had had a rough night.
When you got to the parking lot, you groaned, remembering you had needed to park a couple streets down from the club. Your muscles ached with every step. But honestly, knowing there were close to two and a half grand of cold hard cash in your bag right now, you felt pretty accomplished.
Stopping in front of your car, you rummaged through your purse for your keys, when you felt a sudden surge of unease come over you. You stilled and checked your surroundings. There was nobody there.
You rubbed your forehead. Alright Lola, let's get you home. You're seeing things already.
“Give me your tip bag. Now.”
Something hard and cold pressed into the space right in between your shoulder blades. You didn't need to turn around to know what it was.
Your blood ran cold. There was no way this was happening. Absolutely not.
When you didn’t react straight away, the person standing behind you pushed the cold metal harder into your back, shoving you forward.
“Now, bitch.”
You winced, rummaging through your bag, trying to figure out if there was any way you could maybe toss him something else.
The person cocked the gun and you let go of that idea, frantically pulling out your tip bag full of cash.
They snatched it from your grasp.
“Don’t turn around. You better believe I'll shoot.”
Your whole body was shaking. All your earnings. Close to two and a half thousand dollars.
The gun was removed from your back and you heard the person that had mugged you speed off into the darkness.
"Leon?" you whimpered, because it was the only name you could remember in that moment.
You didn't dare move, unsure if they were gone or not. Eventually, you slowly turned around, a shiver racking through you.
Shit. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fucking shit.
You fumbled for your car keys, nearly dropping them with how sweaty your palms were. You needed to get out of here as fast as you could. You weren’t too keen on finding out if there would be any back-up coming.
You unlocked your car and pulled out of the parking space, breathing heavily and speeding down the main road on auto pilot, coming to a halt in front of the RPD.
Why did you drive straight here? You didn't trust cops. They were all your clients and freely spilled all their secrets to you while they stared at your tits and called you by the pet names of their daughters.
You pressed your forehead against the steering wheel, trying to calm your breathing.
You hoped Lieutenant Marvin Branagh was on duty right now. He was gentle and reliable. He also had a daughter, but he didn't come to see you. Out of everyone in the RPD he was the only one who you would trust with filing a report.
You braced yourself, nearly forgetting to lock your car in your absentmindedness and walked straight into the Raccoon City police station.
I didn't! But I have a second blog which is called xoxogossipbibble. There's nothing on there though. (it's just for gossip, please reach out, I live on gossip)
Can I ask you a question about cooperative parenting? How does Michelle feel about the fourth kid? I remember she got really pissed off at reader during olive's birth
Oh wow interesting. I honestly haven’t thought about that. I feel like she wouldn‘t be super against it again, as she‘s come around on Leon over time. Would she be happy about it? Probably not. She’d probably be like: girl what is you doing, I thought we were looking forward to bottomless brunch once Alva was a little older and doing her own thing. Now you have another one that‘s going to be on the tit again?
But she‘ll also be over the moon and very much involved as auntie Michelle once baby no 4 is born. As will be very old Rhonda and Javi.
I also think Michelle will take Lottie out on the town and buy her her first legal drink and such.
Fic: Cooperative Parenting series [RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader]
Just read the last chapter of cooperative parenting, other than the fact that it was fantastic but I really need to know why these two hate nightly feedings so much loooollll
probably because they're at night and you might want to sleep? I don't have any human kids, but my friends with crotch goblins tell me it's quite exhausting.
Warnings: fluff, dad!Leon, soft Leon, breastfeeding, established relationship, slice of life
Summary: You, Leon and your two kids are having a chill day at the pool. Based on this request.
Also shout out to whoever is responsible for the mod of Leon with his hair slicked back. We all owe you one.
Can be read on its own or as a spin-off to my Daddy!Leon multi-chapter series Cooperative Parenting (completed).
Masterlist
word count: 2.5k
“What do you want?” Leon asked, making sure Ollie stayed close by. At eighteen months your son wasn’t as much of a menace as his older sister, but he did have a tendency to run off whenever you turned your back to him for more than three seconds.
“Iced coffee,” you said. “Thank you, babe.”
Leon bent down to press a kiss to your lips.
“Come on, Ollie, let’s get Mama her coffee.” He stretched out his hand for Ollie to take. Ollie nodded.
“Coff,” he babbled and you smiled.
“He really is your son,” Leon chuckled and you watched him walk off, Ollie stopping every few steps to point at some kind of plant he saw and absolutely had make sure his dad noticed too.
You relaxed into your lounge chair, soaking up the sun. Lottie, your oldest, was playing in the water. You checked on her to make sure she was okay, but she was completely lost in her make-believe mermaid world. Aside from ballet, water really was her element. She was a fantastic swimmer, especially for her age.
You let out a content breath. Family time like this was sacred.
You were getting a suspicious amount of it recently which made you think that Leon had been playing the family card a lot more often. They seemed to be going easy on him, too. Probably because he had been called into active duty right before you had gone into labour with Ollie, resulting in Leon missing the birth of his son. And your fiancé was not happy about that, no doubt making that clear any chance he got.
You heard your daughter splutter and snort as she came up, paddling toward you. She wiped her hair out of her face, sporting mirrored swimming goggles.
“Mom,” she said, out of breath.
“What is it, honey?”
“Do you want to play mermaids?”
You smiled. “Hell, yeah I wanna play mermaids,” you said, already pushing out of your lounge chair and lowered yourself into the pool.
Lottie beamed up at you, hair clinging to her face. “Okay, so I have a tail that glows in the dark. I use it to explore hidden caves sometimes. And I’m the illegitimate child of the mermaid king. So I’m a princess, but I don’t know that yet.”
You nodded. “Okay, my tail is covered in sparkles and I live in one of the caves, because I’m the real queen of the mermaid kingdom. The current king is nothing but a usurper to my throne.”
Lottie clapped her hands together. “And you have magic powers and together we will overthrow the king! Yes, mom, let’s go!” She took a deep breath and dipped below the surface.
You chuckled, looking for Leon and Ollie one last time, finding them not even halfway to the coffee cart yet.
You bit your lip. Leon looked so hot today. His wet hair was messily slicked back and his handsome face was on show, prominent cheekbones and all. You were at the pool, so he was shirtless of course: muscles rippling under smooth skin, abs for days, and Jesus Christ, his arms.
Your fiancé was the sexiest man alive.
You were absolutely climbing him like a tree as soon as Lottie and Ollie were put to bed later tonight. They would be out cold too, after getting all their energy out at the pool all day. With both your kids deep in slumber, you would absolutely rock Leon’s world. You couldn't wait.
Ollie chased after a butterfly and stumbled, falling right into a group of young women drinking spritzes, landing on his butt. He looked up at his surroundings, disoriented.
Leon ran after him, apologising profusely to the women, but it seemed like none of them minded. In fact, they also seemed to think your fiancé was the sexiest man alive. And with a cute son like that in tow? That he was actively taking care of? You could hear the ovaries exploding from here.
One of the women leaned in a little closer as they spoke, puffing out her chest. Leon smiled politely, saying something you couldn’t understand and crouched down next to Ollie, waiting for him to push himself back up.
Your son intently watched all the people staring at him, whipped around, almost falling over again if Leon hadn't stabilised him and pointed at you in the pool.
“Mama,” he exclaimed and a smile spread across your entire face. You waved at him. He beamed at you and waved back, Leon pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, looking at you with so much love, you thought your heart might explode.
Good to know Leon and you both had the same plans for later tonight.
The whole group of women looked a little disappointed and you sank into the water. You had a usurper to overthrow with your oldest after all.
After the legitimate ruler of the mermaids was back on the throne, you patiently waited for your coffee to be delivered by your two favourite boys.
Ollie threw a bit of a fit, insisting on being the one who carried your iced coffee to you. Leon managed to convince him that the adult should carry it for most of the way, and let Ollie carry it for the last few yards.
“Both hands,” Leon instructed, making sure the plastic cup was secure in your toddler’s hands. Ollie nodded.
“I do it,” he said.
Leon made sure the plastic lid was put on properly too. “Go for it. Mommy’s over there.”
A small wrinkle formed between Ollie’s brows as he tried to balance the beverage and his own steps, having a hard time coordinating. You sat on the edge of the lounge chair, arms open.
“Good job, baby,” you cooed.
Ollie smiled at you, getting a little too excited and tilted the cup. While the lid was secure, it wasn’t waterproof, so a little bit of coffee spilled out. Ollie froze, looking at his hands covered in the dark liquid, then at the minuscule coffee puddle on the ground.
“It’s okay, Ollie,” Leon encouraged him. “No big deal. Mommy is right there, look.”
Ollie’s chin quivered and he looked between you and his father, horror in his eyes.
“Keep going, baby. You’re doing so well,” you said, offering him a smile.
Ollie took another tentative step, then let out a small whimper and threw the entire cup on the floor, running back to Leon, wrapping his arms around his knee, hiding his face in his thigh.
Leon chuckled, his arms coming down to pat his son’s head. “Oh, buddy. Did you panic?”
Ollie nodded, his face crumpling.
You squeezed your eyes shut, chuckling at all this cuteness, while you threw a towel on the mess on the tile floor, mopping up at least the majority of the coffee.
“It’s okay, we can try again.” Leon reached down to pick him up, but Ollie was clamped around his leg, not letting go. “Come on, Ollie.” Leon pried him from his knee, your son thrashing in his grasp, crying for his mama.
“Come here, baby,” you murmured, hoisting him up on your hip.
Ollie hiccupped, burying his head in your neck and you pressed a kiss to his soft curls.
If Lottie was fixated on Leon, Ollie was fixated on you. Big time. You weren’t sure why. Sometimes you thought it maybe had something to do with you being the only parent around for the first two weeks of his life, while Leon was under medical surveillance following his latest mission at the time.
So you didn't blame your son for being a little clingy.
“I’ll get you a new one,” Leon said, running a hand over the back of his son’s head and you nodded.
“Thank you, babe,” you murmured, carrying your son over to your lounge chair, sinking down on it, gently cradling him to your chest.
Ollie pulled at your bikini top and you sat up a little straighter, slipped it off on one side and latched him on.
You were about to get a lot of dirty looks, you were sure. Not only for breastfeeding in public, but also because to most people, Ollie was a little too old to be breastfed in the first place. Everybody and their mother had an opinion on it. And all of them thought your existence was an open invitation to share that opinion.
If this were your first baby and you were still twenty-one, this would make you question yourself. But with Ollie being your second, you felt a lot more secure in your decisions and firmly settled into motherhood. You were going to do whatever was best and felt right for you and your baby.
Lottie had weaned off on her own pretty early. Ollie had a harder time with it. He needed his momma a lot more still. Being close to you and being breastfed also helped him regulate his emotions, like now. You had no problem with it. He’d wean off when he was ready, there was no rush.
Being a mom of two also came with a lot more confidence and trust in the process.
Besides, he was only eighteen months. It wasn’t like you were nursing a thirteen year old. This was still very normal.
Deep down, you really enjoyed spending this extra one-on-one time with him. Some day, he would flinch when you so much as hugged him, so you cherished moments like these while he still wanted to share them with you.
You brushed his curls out of his face, watching him as he calmed down.
Someone cleared their throat right next to you. “Excuse me.”
Your head shot up to the middle aged woman standing by your lounge chair.
You offered her a smile. “Oh, hi.”
She stepped a little closer. “Honey, would you mind covering up?”
You sighed. “Why?”
“This is a little inappropriate, don’t you think? There’s kids around.”
You shrugged. “So, everybody can walk around with little to no clothing covering their chest because we’re at the pool, but me breastfeeding my child is a problem?”
She shifted her weight, pushing her arms into her hips, clearly a little uncomfortable with you not apologising for doing what boobs were supposed to do since the beginning of time.
“It’s not a problem per se, but could you not go to the bathroom to nurse him?”
You blinked up at her, lifting a hand to block out the sun. “Do you go to the bathroom to eat?”
She pressed her lips together. “People are staring.”
“I have no problem with that. Why do you have a problem with that on my behalf?”
She leaned in closer. “Because he’s too old for this. If he were a newborn, okay. But he’s what? Almost two?”
“Eighteen months,” you replied. “A perfectly normal age to be breastfed still, according to pediatricians and international health organisations.” You turned away, for you, this conversation was over. But not for her.
“You know, most mothers use a nursing cover.”
You turned back to her. “I’m sorry but this is really none of your business. And a nursing cover? Even if I did care about being ‘decent’, it’s 95 degrees out. I’m not covering myself or my son with unnecessary fabric.”
“Listen here you—”
Lottie emerged from the water with full force, splashing a few droplets on the woman standing in front of you. She yelped, scandalised.
Lottie didn’t care. She slipped off her swimming goggles, running over to you for a water break.
“Who are you?” she asked, between sips, looking at the woman, whose eyebrows shot up at your daughter asking her a question.
Normally you would tell Lottie it was a little rude to ask like that, but in this case, you couldn’t care less.
“So you’re okay with your other children seeing you like this too?”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh my god,” you murmured. “They are my children, they literally came out of me, what is your problem? This isn’t the 1950s. Please leave.”
As if you had planned it like that, Lottie cuddled up to your and Ollie’s side, also not caring one bit about you only wearing half of your bikini top.
There was no way of having all that much privacy with young kids around anyway. You counted yourself lucky if you were allowed a bathroom break by yourself without either one of your children following you.
You also hadn't grown up any other way. So being ashamed of nudity in front of the people you literally carried inside of you for nine months and birthed was a concept you had never been able to get behind.
An iced coffee appeared on the table beside your lounge chair.
“Thank you, baby,” you said, looking over your shoulder at Leon.
“I got you fries, too,” he said, placing them on the table as well, already extending his arms to pick up Ollie. “Let me take him so you can eat.”
Your son had fallen asleep and you let Leon take him from your arms, slipping your bikini top back on.
“Are you the father?” The woman asked, still watching you.
“You know what, we’re actually not sure. But I was the only one who stuck around,” Leon said, holding Ollie to his chest, shrugging.
The woman didn’t know what to say. You smiled at her. “He has his nipples out too. Do you not want to tell him how inappropriate that is?”
The lady huffed, stalking off, shaking her head, positively fuming.
“Did you hear that?” you asked, taking a sip from your iced coffee, your other hand caressing your daughter’s head, her cool, wet body a welcome refreshment in this heat. Especially after having a toddler cuddled up to you like your own personal furnace.
Leon nodded. “I did.”
You blew out a heavy breath, shaking your head. “Everybody says they love mothers, but in reality they absolutely despise us.”
Your fiancé sighed, pointing his chin over to the group of women from before, who were ogling him with Ollie again, whispering amongst themselves. “And they love fathers.”
You smirked. “Thanks for being the one who stuck around.”
He chuckled, carefully placing Ollie down on the other lounge chair, pushing him further into the shade, wetting a baby sun hat and draping it over his son’s head.
Lottie’s head shot up. “Dad, do you want to play mermaids? You can be the king that has been usurping mom’s throne. She’s the rightful queen. And obviously I want her to rule the kingdom because she’s kind and just, but I am your illegitimate daughter, so I’m conflicted,” she caught her dad up on what had previously happened on the Real Mermaids of Poolside City. “My tail glows in the dark.”
Leon whipped around. “Hell yeah, I wanna play mermaids. Where are the swimming goggles?”
Lottie jumped up from the lounge chair, diving head first back into the pool, flowing through the water as elegantly as a dolphin.
You grabbed a couple of fries, watching Leon get into the pool after her, squinting at the sun.
It was really strange to know that the same man who would play mermaids with your daughter, was also able to kill someone with his bare hands. It was like there were two different Leons and somehow the one coming back home to you was always the softer one.
Very serious question—you, however, may take it lightly
Is it ok to call you bibble (sigh)
Every time I see him, it reminds me so much of you
That is all, have a great day
Or night
You can call me Bibble, it's fine. Me and him have so much in common.
(Also that was such a sweet ask, oh my god :3)
Btw this is how I feel as I feed everyone guinea pig propaganda through the stripper fic. (it works, people are telling me they didn't know anything about appropriate guinea pig care before reading the fic, I'm so happy)
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