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something permanent, pt. 9 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader
nsfw (18+) - minors. i stg. do not interact or i will call the cops
reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers/triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, dubcon
in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! u have been warned and u are responsible for ur own media consumption.
chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8
'something permanent’: the spotify playlist
word count: 6.2k
description: darling learns a little bit more about leon's past, as well as her own... for better or for worse.
tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), kidnapping, forced daddy kink, forced breeding, pregnancy, tokophobia, pet names (princess, angel, dolly, pup/puppy, etc.), food/eating mentions, dubcon, p in v, restraint, light choking
a/n: ok fellas not to like. toot my own horn or anything but i'm proud of this one and i really hope everyone likes it. thanks so much for reading and being patient with me this summer while it took me a bit to update. i love y'all so much and can't wait to hear what u think !!!!
fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy !!
Your breath hitched as he stood and picked you up, carrying you the short distance to the bed. He was shaking, which was not normal for him. As soon as you were laid safely on your back on the plush bed, he crawled atop you and muffled your complaints with his own lips.
"D-Daddy--" You managed, trying to push him off of you, but his pupils were blown and his breathing was hard and he was determined-- it was as if he hadn't even heard you.
"You look so beautiful," He groaned, hands and lips wandering as he continued to lose himself to every last part of you, the feeling of you beneath his hands, your trembling breaths, the smell of you, the softness of your hair, all of you. "Such a pretty puppy, so cute with my little baby in you, huh? Doin' so good for me…"
Suddenly you froze, feeling your heart slamming in your chest as your ears began to ring and everything he said sort of just… melted together. You weren't really paying attention anymore. You knew this day would come. Of course you hoped today wouldn't be that day, but it was bound to happen eventually, and you can't say you were particularly shocked by his reaction.
So you resigned. You went limp beneath him on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he pinned you down and smothered your face and body in a barrage of kisses, his broad hands feeling over the roundness of you, of his baby.
Seemingly unaware-- or uncaring-- that he was just talking to himself at this point, Leon continued to ramble out his admiration, still shaking as he pressed a kiss just below your belly button. His voice lowered and through the static in your ears you somehow managed to realize he was whispering something, but not to you.
Reaching up to rub your eyes, you brought yourself back to reality just in time to hear him coo, "Gettin' so big already… My baby… You have the prettiest mommy in the whole world, you know that? And she loves you so much… We love you so much…"
You blinked slowly, trying to control your breathing. He's insane, You thought to yourself, He's fucking insane, and it's only downhill from here.
Just when you thought it wasn't scientifically possible for Leon to get more clingy and annoying, he managed to surprise you. You were beginning to wonder how he got any work done at this point, considering he was almost always home with you now… not that you even knew what his work required of him.
It had been eight days since he'd first noticed your bump and you were pretty sure he hadn't taken his hands off of you since that moment. Whatever it was he originally planned to do that night was a distant memory to him, but not to you.
Work. Work. Work. It was all you could think about as you lay pinned beneath him on the bed, his broad hands exploring every inch of your torso, feeling over the curve of your navel, peppering kisses in his wake. He didn't seem to be interested in doing much else lately.
Considering how ecstatic he was at this new development-- and how desperate you were to distract him from it for even a moment-- you briefly wondered if now might be a good time to bring it up again. Before you could stop yourself, you did.
"Daddy," You said softly, fingers carding through his soft hair as you watched him. "You never told me what you do for work."
Leon didn't even look at you while you spoke, and your words didn't really seem to register to him until a moment or two of silence had passed. Then, he paused abruptly, looking up at you through his brows. "That was on purpose, princess, remember?" He said. "It's not safe for you to know."
"R-Right…" You began, stepping carefully through your next words. "But why?"
Leon appeared a bit taken aback by your continued questioning, not to mention a little conflicted on how to respond. In his eyes he'd already told you everything you needed to know-- even though that wasn't much-- and that should have been that. But the tone of your voice was nothing but earnest. You weren't trying to overstep or be disobedient, you were being driven by purely innocent curiosity. He supposed he couldn't blame you.
He hummed in thought for a moment, tracing little shapes over your belly with his fingertips as he pondered his response. "Because what I do is very dangerous, and I keep a lot of secrets for a lot of powerful people," Leon spoke slowly and quietly, as though he didn't even feel safe discussing it within the walls of his own home. "That makes me and everyone I love a target, including you and our baby, princess. It's the same reason why I keep you here, to protect you."
You weren't sure how to feel about that. It seemed as though he was being honest with you, but then again it was always a gamble trying to discern whether he was being truthful or trying to manipulate you. Perhaps against your better judgment, you decided not to drop it.
"What kind of secrets?" You asked.
Leon's brows furrowed and he shook his head. "They wouldn't really be secrets if I told you, would they?"
"I-I know," You continued, trying desperately to keep this going, "But… you know you can trust me, don't you, daddy?"
He went stone still at your words and you almost feared you'd pissed him off, that is until his eyes softened and the look on his face went from stoicism to concern.
"Of course I trust you," He said, his warm hand spreading over the swell of your stomach. "But it's not about that, sweetheart. There are bigger forces at play here. I wouldn't ever put you at that kind of risk."
You almost couldn't believe this was working. Encouraged by his reaction, you kept going.
"I thought I was safe here… I-I thought you said you could protect me," You pouted a little to really sell it, brows upturned in worry as you stared down at him, very much playing a part on the outside but internally you were scrutinizing every last detail of his reaction to determine your next move.
His mouth fell open and closed a time or two as he fought to find the right words, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your stomach. "You are safe here, I swear," He said quickly, like he was trying to put out a fire, "I will do everything in my power to protect you both, always--"
"Then why can't you tell me? It makes me feel like you're hiding something from me and I don't like that," You cut him off. "I love you, daddy, I'm carrying your baby. I think I deserve to know what it is you're doing when you disappear all the time."
Leon was stunned, at a complete loss for words, and it took everything in you to keep a straight face. You honestly didn't think you had it in you to walk circles around him like this, but apparently you'd learned a thing or two about how his brain functions over the course of your time together. You'd sniffed out his deepest insecurities and managed to exploit them for your own gain while somehow maintaining your innocence.
"Sweetheart, I…" He trailed off, eyes flickering between the look of betrayal on your face and his own child swelling in your stomach, and it was as though you were watching him lose an internal battle with himself in real time. Finally, he cleared his throat and met your gaze. "I want to tell you, I do, but it's… a lot. I don't know if you're ready for it."
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in confusion. "All I have here is time, babe. You could tell me you killed the president and I'd be ready for it."
His eyes widened for a moment and he stared blankly at you. "That was a joke, right?"
You resisted the very strong urge to roll your eyes. "Yes, that was a joke… Can you please just tell me?"
"Fine," He huffed, and admittedly it shocked you. You didn't expect him to give in. Maybe he was just sick of you periodically pestering him about it. Voice lowered, he smoothed his hands over your stomach almost like a nervous impulse before continuing, "I work for the government. I help to fight against biological weapons and terrorism."
To say that was the last thing you expected to hear from him would be an understatement. Over the months you'd pondered many possibilities of what his mysterious job could be, including something involving the government, but biological terrorism was not on your list.
You blinked. "What does that mean, exactly?"
Leon struggled for a moment to come up with a response, tripping over his own tongue until he could piece together how to explain it. "Mostly… viruses."
"Viruses?" The silence in the air was indescribably awkward. "Le-- Daddy, what the fuck does that mean?"
"Language, puppy."
"Just answer the question!"
Clearly you'd caught him off guard. It was painfully obvious he'd never put any thought into explaining this to you, considering he didn't think he would ever have to. It didn't help that he had no idea how to tell you why it was so hard to articulate in the first place, either. This wasn't turning out to be as simple of a conversation as you'd expected it to be.
"These viruses don't just make people sick. They do terrible things, sweetheart, things I can't even put into words. I would never expose you to that, ever."
Now it was you falling silent. Nothing he was saying made any of this make more sense and at this point, you were starting to regret asking at all.
Leon continued, "Maybe one of these days I can tell you more about it, but I just need some time to think, alright? I promise I'm not brushing you off."
It felt kinda weird to hear him speak to you like an actual person for once. It left you thinking that maybe catching him off guard is something you should do more often. For now, though, the task at hand.
You nodded slowly, letting your head fall back to rest on the pillows as he sighed out a quiet breath of relief and resumed obsessing over your body. Part of you wondered if he really was going to tell you more about it later or if he just said that to get you off his back about it. Either way, something felt better than nothing and for once you felt as though you'd actually won with him, however small a victory.
Still, the topic refused to leave your mind after the talk you'd had, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it. Days stretched into weeks and he was still dodging the question, and perhaps more infuriating, he'd hardly given you any space at all.
Every morning you'd wake up to him already staring at you, often with your shirt pushed up to bare your stomach so he could press his nose into the bump there, leaving lazy kisses across your skin. He'd insist on keeping you in bed until he'd had his fill, after which he'd practically carry you downstairs for breakfast. Following breakfast he'd help you get ready for the day, often dressing you in clothes that accentuated your bump, to the surprise of exactly no one.
Then he'd bring you into his home office with him to sit in silence while he worked. You would spend hours together in near complete silence while you lounged on the couch, reading random books from the wall while in and out of naps as he typed away. It's not necessarily that you weren't allowed to spend your time elsewhere, but he'd insist on checking on you every ten minutes if you didn't, so you figured it was just easier this way.
Eventually he'd finish up for the afternoon and rouse you for dinner, which was usually followed by some strictly supervised time in the backyard before ending exactly the way your days always started, right back in bed with him entirely too close to you. The days were beginning to melt together a bit, but you couldn't complain-- you'd much rather this than conflict, than kicking and screaming and crying and begging and pushing… even if it was only because you were growing a part of him inside of you.
At the feeling of his lips brushing softly over your forehead, your bleary eyes peeked open just in time to watch Leon exit the room, evidently trying to be quiet. He cracked the door behind him and retreated somewhere else in the house-- you figured he was just going to the bathroom or something and would be back shortly, so you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
You were pretty close to doing so, that is until you heard some commotion from the kitchen and surmised he was cooking something, probably dinner for the two of you…
…Meaning he would be busy for a minute.
Almost immediately upon making this realization you sat up straight, rubbing your eyes before looking over to his desk. His laptop was still open.
You didn't give yourself the opportunity to decide against snooping-- you couldn't care less about whatever boring, confidential government stuff he was working on, you just wanted to see what was in that fucking folder.
Crossing the room in long, silent strides, you sat in his chair and minimized whatever he had open, taking a mental note of what it was so that you could cover your tracks later. You could hardly sit still as the mouse hovered over the folder ominously titled puppy.
After a beat of hesitation, you swallowed back the nerves and double-clicked.
The folder opened up to reveal several subfolders titled chronologically by month, the earliest one being titled for the month of March from the year before.
So that's where you started.
The contents of the folder were labeled chronologically as well, with video files and word documents for each day. You didn't want to risk playing any sound, so you decided to open one of the word documents.
03.13
0700
Hit snooze on her first alarm. Must not have slept well last night.
0715
Snooze again. I should up her dose tonight so she can get some good rest.
You froze, re-reading that sentence several times. In hindsight you couldn't say you were shocked that he was drugging you for a long, long time before he actually took you in, but to see it so blatantly confirmed before your eyes was haunting. Still, you continued to read further ahead.
1722
Made it home safe from work. Poor thing looks so exhausted.
1804
Finished up with dinner, getting in the shower.
1810
Made it inside, upped the dose in her tea for tonight. I know I said I wasn't going to do this anymore, but I couldn't help myself-- I took another souvenir, those pretty pink ones I like so much. Surely she won't mind, and she'll get them back when she comes home with me anyway.
1837
Out of the shower, in her favorite pajamas, watching a movie. My princess deserves a night for herself. I can't wait to share that bed with her.
2143
Winding down for the night, brewing her tea like a good girl. Taking position-- she'll be out cold in no time at all.
2336
Her hair is so soft and she smells so good. I love the weight of her head on my chest. I love her soft breaths. I love the way she whimpers and mumbles in her sleep. I hope my presence helps her rest better. She knows deep down she belongs with me. She knows. She knows. She has to know.
You closed the file and your eyes darted around the room before locking on the crack in the door. You listened intently to ensure Leon was still busy in the kitchen, which he was. With a trembling, controlled breath you backed out of the subfolder and scrolled a little further down, finding a folder titled Medical.
Inside were full and complete copies of your medical records, which you didn't even want to know how he got ahold of. Alongside your records was an extensive document listing more specific things about your health that either weren't in your records or were too deeply buried in them-- your blood type, your allergies, your nutritional needs, your diagnoses, your health risks.
Then you moved on to another folder titled Personal.
It contained what you assumed was every anecdotal fact about your life that he'd managed to glean from his heavy surveillance of you; foods you liked and didn't like, albums you enjoyed, personal care products you used, your favorite colors, favorite shows and movies, random little details about your past. Some of these things you couldn't even wrap your head around how he possibly could have figured out.
Until you found another folder titled Data.
Every device you owned had been cloned and data dumped into neat folders. Every image you'd ever taken or posted, every text or call you'd ever sent or received, every last bit of your digital footprint up to the day he'd whisked you away was documented.
You wanted to keep looking through it but you felt like you couldn't breathe. You had to remind yourself that the files weren't going anywhere and you needed a break, this was far too much traumatizing information for any one person to absorb in one sitting. Feeling grossly ill and perhaps a little dizzy, you closed out of the files and pulled up Leon's work again, taking a deep breath before standing up from the office chair.
But a familiar phrase met the corner of your eye as you moved, a document he had open titled RACCOON CITY INCIDENT.
With no idea what to make of that you shook your head and trudged back over to the couch, curling into yourself under your soft blanket. Try as you might to relax and act normal, you were trembling. This was a lot to digest. Leon had so thoroughly monitored your every last move before you even really knew he existed. For fuck's sake, he was breaking into your apartment with you inside to drug you and hide somewhere so he could lay with you while you slept… and god knows what else.
You weren't hitting snooze on all of your alarms every morning because you weren't sleeping well. You were hitting snooze on your alarms every morning and often showing up late to work and other life events because you were being sedated every night-- no, you were unknowingly sedating yourself.
You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to go completely scorched earth.
But you couldn't. You knew it would do you no good. You knew it would hurt more in the end. So you didn't.
The door creaked open and you listened closely to Leon's soft footsteps approaching you. He rested a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he spoke, "Dinner's ready, princess."
With a barely noticeable nod you took his hand and followed him to the dining room, where you shared an uneventful, almost completely silent dinner that you were not even remotely psychologically present for. You didn't really come to again until you were struck by fresh air when he brought you out into the backyard.
It was jarring to snap back into reality so abruptly. The sun was nearly beginning to set and the breeze was a pleasant, comfortable temperature. If it were any other day, any other set of circumstances, it would be quite nice.
Leon's hands came to rest on your bump from behind, his chin on your shoulder as he swayed you gently side to side. "What's on your mind, hm? You've been quiet tonight."
You weren't really sure what to say. Of course you weren't going to be honest with him, so you defaulted to your regular answer.
"I'm just tired."
Leon sighed and kissed your shoulder. "You say that a lot, you know. I'm worried about you, pup."
Fuck, You thought, I need to find a new excuse.
"I-I'm sorry," You whispered, and while you initially planned to tack on some kind of explanation, your words failed you.
Leon's response honestly shocked you in its perceived sincerity-- "I don't need you to be sorry, sweetheart, I just need to know what's wrong so I can make it better. That's daddy's job, okay?"
His hand rubbed soothing circles over your bump and the warmth of him wrapped around you felt so pleasant. Given how upset you were, it was tempting to give into him, to ask him to just hold you and baby you and tell you everything was going to be okay, but you couldn't get those documents off your mind for the life of you and you had a feeling you were going to explode if you didn't say something.
So you did, in your own roundabout way.
"I've been thinking a lot about how I got here," You said slowly, like you were stepping around landmines. "You never really told me what happened."
Leon tilted his head curiously, unsure what you meant by that at first. After a moment it dawned on him and he froze. He didn't know how to proceed and the tension between you was palpable. Finally he cleared his throat softly and said, "I'm not sure you need to know about that, little one. It doesn't matter anyway. The only thing that matters is that you're here now, safe and sound and nicely bred."
You should have suspected he'd say something like that. You took advantage of the fact he couldn't see you roll your eyes and then you nodded, still trying to play the part of a good girl for him, hoping it would pay off eventually. "Right," You said, "I was just curious. We don't have to get into it if you don't want to, though it has been eating me alive a little bit."
Leon raised an eyebrow, turning his head to plant another kiss on your shoulder. "Eating you alive, huh?" He teased. "I'll tell you someday, sweetheart, I promise. When the time is right, I will."
"You say that a lot," You were quick to respond, heart stuttering in your chest as you almost immediately regretted having the nerve to throw his words back in his face. "How long until the time is right?"
"Until I say it is," He answered bluntly, voice having dropped into that low warning tone that always managed to set your teeth on edge. "It's okay to be curious, pup, but when I say no, I mean no."
His patience with entertaining your line of questioning was wearing thin and you could tell by the way his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. He was tensing up and the hand of his that was lovingly rubbing your belly just moments ago was now stone still and firm, fingertips just barely printing into your skin with his possessive hold.
You couldn't come up with something to say in time before he took a firm hold of your wrist and began to drag you back inside.
"What? Wait! I still have more outside time," You whined, tugging against his grip a couple times, eyes doe-like and begging for leniency.
Leon scoffed and tugged at you right back, and his pull was much stronger than yours. In just one movement he'd forced you back in line behind him, stumbling along as he pulled you toward the sliding glass door. "That's not your decision to make. You know, puppy, I'm worried you've forgotten who's in charge here."
You grasped at the doorframe in a last ditch effort to get to finish your outside time, but Leon was not having it. With an annoyed groan he turned to face you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, plucking you up effortlessly from the floor as you writhed and pouted.
"You're no fair!" Your voice raised, and as always you knew you were digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole with each passing second, but you felt as though you couldn't stop once you'd started. "I didn't do anything wrong, what are you punishing me for?"
Leon carried you upstairs, speaking as he walked, "This isn't a punishment, sweetheart, it's a reminder."
You had no idea what exactly he meant to imply by that, and you were even more confused when instead of bringing you into the bedroom, he made a turn and brought you into the spare bedroom.
Well, what used to be the spare bedroom. Now it was the bones of a nursery, barren of any furniture but a changing table, the only decoration being a few swatches of paint on the walls. He let you down from his arms but kept you tightly under his control, his strong hands guiding you by your hips to face forward, your back pressed up against his chest as he held you there to look at the room.
"Tell me what you see," He said firmly. "Look around this room and tell me what you see."
Your breath hitched in your throat and your head tilted in confusion. "Uh… The nursery?"
He hummed contently and you let out a breath of relief you didn't realize you were holding. "That's right, sweetheart, the nursery. Tell me why we've started turning this room into a nursery."
That was all it took for you to make the realization as to where he was going with this. Swallowing back the nerves, you replied quietly, "Because we're having a baby?"
"Yes, doll, because we're having a baby," His hands slid forward from your hips to cradle the swell of your stomach. "You're having a baby, my baby, and that makes you my responsibility. Every last thing I do, I do for you, whether you like it or not. All I have ever asked for in return is a little respect."
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared down at his hands resting possessively on your bump. All you could think about was just how close it would seem you'd flown toward the sun. Face burning, your mouth fell open to respond to him, but he cut you off with an addition to his statement that froze every last drop of blood in your veins.
"I know you went looking around, sweetheart. Didn't quite find what you were looking for, did you? Or did you just wanna try to trick me into saying it?"
He was calling you sweetheart but his tone was ice cold. Not raging, not furious, just frigidly condescending and accusatory, with a noticeable twinge of disappointment.
How does he know? You thought to yourself in a panic, feeling your blood pressure skyrocket at a moment's notice. Does he even have proof, or is he just assuming? Is he trying to trick me into telling on myself?
You were completely shutting down, dizzy with adrenaline and unsure how to proceed. Despite the sour feeling in your stomach that told you it was a terrible idea, you chose to call his bluff.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Your words came out in a pathetic whisper, voice cracking a little from the nerves.
Leon huffed out an amused breath into your ear. "Oh, sweetheart… you know I like it when you go all dumb for me, but not like this."
In typical Leon fashion, you weren't really given a chance to respond before his grip went from your belly to your waist, lifting you from the floor with ease. You wanted to say something, to scream at him to put you down, to ask him where he planned on taking you and why, but it would seem he wasn't taking you far. Just seconds later he was pinning you to the changing table, wrists held firmly above your head as he loomed over you.
"What are you--"
"Stop. Talking," He growled. "I've heard enough out of you. If you did half as much listening as you do talking, you wouldn't be in this position to begin with."
You weren't entirely sure what he meant by 'this position,' whether he was being literal or figurative, but shortly after you wondered this to yourself, you realized it didn't particularly matter. By now you should have known it was futile trying to rationalize anything he said or did, it just wasn't an easy task to submit yourself to something that made absolutely no sense to you. Unfortunately for you, that was something you were gradually getting used to doing.
Face burning, staring up at him with absolutely nothing left to say, you froze and simply… nodded. This response seemed to please him.
Leon smirked, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out as he continued to bind your wrists tightly with one hand, the other trailing down the length of your body. You cringed when he lifted the hem of your shirt to bare your stomach, try as you might to conceal it, your breath hitching when he grabbed you with his free hand and dragged you down until your hips were nearly hanging off the edge of the table, pressed firmly against the crotch of his jeans.
The hardened crotch of his jeans.
Your heart was thumping so hard you could see the way it forced your chest to rise with every beat. Why exactly he felt as though the solution to this was to fuck you on the very same table you would be changing diapers on in just a few months, you couldn't say. Oddly enough there was a part of you that felt grateful he'd come to this conclusion out of the endless list of significantly worse punishments that could have been. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't really seem like much of a punishment at all.
What you didn't know was that Leon had had more than enough of you abusing your pregnancy to break his rules, and he had no intention of letting you continue to do so any longer.
For a moment he was just rutting into you for his own relief, though thankfully that had the added benefit of ramping up your own excitement, the thin fabric of your sleep shorts and panties being the only barrier between your sex and Leon's clothed arousal.
Right when you were really starting to get into the dry humping, he pulled back just far enough to allow himself the space he needed to undo his jeans. As he did so, he began to speak again.
"We're going to have a family soon, sweetheart, and when that happens, you won't have so much time on your hands or empty space in that little brain of yours to be thinking about how you got here or who's looking for you," He began, his tone matter-of-fact as he freed his cock from the restraint of his boxers, pushing your shorts and panties aside so he could rut the weeping head against your slick folds. "For your own sanity, I'd suggest you quit looking for answers that don't matter and are only going to hurt you in the end."
Your eyes widened as you stared up at him, honestly dumbfounded by his words and no longer very interested in the sex you were about to have. Before you could interject, he continued, sinking the head of his cock into you as a means to cut off your words, which was successful.
"When you wrote that letter to your family, you made a commitment to me, to this. You're not a liar, are you, princess?"
Eyes clenched shut at the sting of him stretching you out, in desperate need of a little more preparation but knowing you wouldn't be getting any, you shook your head wildly, "I-I'm not a liar…"
"Not a liar, hm?" He taunted, voice still smooth and calm and patronizing. Leon jutted his hips forward, forcing more of his length into you and in response, a pained cry fell from your open mouth. "So, you weren't lying earlier when you told me you didn't know what I was talking about? You weren't lying when I asked you what was on your mind and you said you were just tired? You weren't lying that day you said you would be good for me and I came home to you trying to scale the fence?"
Each and every question began and ended with a shallow thrust until he was stuffed inside you down to the base, splitting you open on his throbbing length. Tears pricking at your eyes, you shook your head again and tried to control your breathing so you could get a word out, squirming against his hold on your wrists, but it was no use. Once more, he continued.
"You're lying to me now. Do you think I'm stupid, sweetheart? Think I was born yesterday?"
Like muscle memory, you shook your head and choked out, "N-No, I--"
"Because I wasn't. You think you're so smart, sneaking around behind my back, acting out, sticking your nose in places it shouldn't be, and you think I won't do anything about it because you're pregnant, huh?" His hips knocked into yours at a truly brutal pace now, his fist clenched tightly around your struggling arms, his other hand stroking over the swell of your belly as he fucked you. "Well, you're sorely mistaken. You should know by now I don't tolerate disobedient brats."
You were writhing on the cold table, thighs clenched tightly around his waist as he had his way with you. What seemed just minutes ago like a net positive for you, being fucked in response to your insubordinant behavior, had turned into yet another humiliating moment of being put back in your place. You began to wonder if he used sex to do this just because he knew he could take away your ability to think clearly and defend yourself.
Perhaps if this were just a normal argument, you'd be calling him a liar right back. You'd scream at him for constantly withholding information, for expecting you not to have questions, for expecting you not to miss your friends and family. You would have pulled at your hair and thrown things and cursed him out until you were red in the face.
But you couldn't.
Leaning over you until your noses were nearly touching, giving you little choice but to look at him, Leon grabbed your chin and angled your head down until you were forced to watch his cock hammering into you… not that it was incredibly easy to see over your swollen stomach. Your lip quivered and you froze, unable to look away despite how unnerving it was to have such a vivid representation of what he'd done to you-- and was currently doing to you-- shoved right in front of your eyes.
Letting out a soft grunt, feeling his peak quickly approaching at the sight of you rounding out with his seed and submitting to his every last word, Leon stroked his thumb over your tear stained cheek and said, voice low, "In five short months, you are going to be a mother, and even sooner than that I am going to expect you to start acting like it. Am I understood?"
Your mouth fell open again to respond, but your words were lost on you. Teary lashes fluttering dumbly, you nodded before letting your head fall back on the changing table with a soft thump. He simply grabbed you by the throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you a little lightheaded before angling your head back up to face him with his fingertips nearly bruising beneath your jaw.
"Use. Your. Words."
Weakly, you whimpered out, "I… I-I understand," choking on your own tears and praying that would be sufficient, but of course it wasn't.
"Say it like you fucking mean it," He grunted, his own breaths falling uneven as he staved off his own orgasm, thrusts slowing slightly but still pounding into you with a force that made the legs of the changing table screech on the hardwood floor.
Finally he released his grip on your throat and you gasped for air, nodding desperately, skin dusted a rosy pink as you cried, "I underst-stand, daddy, I-I understand, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry--"
Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Leon smirked with satisfaction and seconds later you were met with the unmistakable feeling of his thick, hot seed spilling into you.
"That's my good girl," He grunted, swiping at the sweat on his brow, "Let's hope you aren't lying this time, hm?"
title inspo age ain't nothing but a number by aaliyah
18+ MDNI. (perverted) dbf!leon x afab!reader, age gap (reader is 21+ leon is 38), cunnilingus, deepthroating, choking/gagging, semi public sex, dirty talking, praising, reader has a father // wc;1.3k tags: @kennedyswhore
a/n: YEOWCH this whole thing has been eating my brain so either enjoy or watch as my parental issues worsen. btw this isn't proofread NOR has it been beta'd so enjoy the work i create out of sleep deprivation.
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You were at a bar nearby for your dad's daily work discussions— or whatever they were. For the boredom of it, you understood why they'd hold such meetings in places suited to give them a sense of boost in attitude, simply put, coping for the long, tedious hours.
You were bored out of your brains, not even at the age to drink so you'd just stroll around the bar hoping to find some form of entertainment. Darkness overtakes the room, a gold light in each corner guiding you through each creaking tile.
Your eyes immediately turned to the pool table, you felt more confident than any other time, to know that the bar wasn't as crowded as you'd typically expect it to be. 'Why not go for a round?' You let the question linger before you grabbed a cue stick leaning against the mosaic tiles.
Preparations were done, you had yourself set behind the balk, arching around the edge of the table like a cat, you shut an eye to sharpen your precision, "Here, you have to pinch your thumb against your hands." A familiar voice hit your ears.
Slowly, you turned your head around to find Leon, his eyes were focused on the cue ball, his hand wrapped on top of yours, body pitted against yours before he let the stick hit it, strike. "Good girl, knew you were a fast learner." He coaxed, ruffling your hair, almost leaving it a nest-like mess. "Mr Kennedy— I. didn't know you were here!" You replied shyly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. "Came here on my own, aren't you too young to even be here?" He raised an eyebrow, handing the cue stick right back to you.
"Dad's right there, he's busy with whatever," You rolled your eyes playfully upon turning your head back at your dad, who'd been oblivious to Leon's presence. "Same as ever." Leon chuckled to himself, head faced down before his eyes pierced yours.
"Up for a new round? Or do you wanna.. finish this up?" He asked, finger circling around the billiard table, indicating to pick up where you left off. "Practice round, how's that sound?" He asked, a faint smirk painted on his face. "Yeah, yeah. Let's do that." You nodded in regards to his proposal.
"So you know to hold it like that.." He mumbled, body encasing you as his hand tugged on yours, letting him arch over you, letting himself feel you. A part of you didn't want to let this minute crush intensify and worsen what little feelings you've had for him. He's your dad's friend, for fuck's sake. You shouldn't even have your mind reeling over this. You shook your head lightly to shake the feeling off, focusing on the game. But how could you? When someone this fucking hot is right behind you, guiding you. Praising you. Strike. "What a smart girl you are, I might have to reward you for this later." He winked before heading back to his table for a brief moment, gulping his beer down, you observed as his adam's apple bobbing over the drink, watching intently as a drop of beer fell past his chiseled jaw, sharp enough to cut, followed with his stubble trailing past his neckline.
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Bending you over the sink, he whispers into your ear. "Your reward for winning earlier, and mine for teaching you." He grinned against your cheek, you could read onto it despite shutting your eyes closed. Gripping onto the shallow porcelain well was your only task.
Now that you know you have even scores to settle out, Leon starts, hands gliding under your skirt before the index and middle wandered through the now wet gusset of your panties. "Christ, didn't even do anything." He muttered under his breath. "Don't worry, 'm gonna take good care of you." Both pads of his fingers ran through your clothed cunt, rubbing it up and down before tugging onto your underwear. Unbothered and horny, Leon just let your panties sit on the side of your swollen cunt, throbbing and aching 'specially for Leon.
"Just gotta let me do all the work, 'kay?" He mumbled into your ear, a hand on your ass, dropping down to your cunt, stretching your pussy lips with his thumb. Getting on one knee, his tongue broad as he licked a long strip against your slick covered folds, darting his tongue in you, thrusting repeatedly as you struggled to hold yourself together. "Love tonguefucking this sweet pussy," He chuckled against your cunt before sucking your clit, tongue swirling routinely. Before you knew it, your orgasm came crashing. Your body was out of your own control, a hand tugging on his scalp, pulling him closer and closer in until you couldn't feel yourself. Moans and whimpers soft as you'd attempt to stifle them by burying your face deep into your forearm before briefly letting go.
It wasn't long before your body was craving Leon again, you'd long forgotten about why you were even here in the first place. "We don't have all day, sweetheart, 'fraid daddy might come in here looking for ya'." His words drove you to drop to your knees, hands lazily finding his zipper, undoing it before both hands pinched either side of both his jeans and boxers, letting it drop to his ankles.
You marveled at the sight that was Leon's cock, throbbing and engorged, waiting for you eagerly. Slowly, you pull the foreskin back, your tongue circled around his slit, laced with precum; taking him in gradually. Tutting, he mutters to himself, "This won't do," intertwining his fingers around your hair, thrusting you in with force, back and forth while you choke and gag over his size, eyes bulging as tears ran past your lashline. "Such a tight throat for me too," He groaned, "Gonna keep training this throatpussy, get her to take it over and over, even if she can't." He sputtered before a loud moan overtakes his words. "Oh, fuck, fuck, take it," He growls, pulling you in, nose against his pubes, filling your throat full of his cum, sticky and hot against your insides, he pulls back after a while. "Open." He instructs, you comply hesitantly, mouth agape, filled with his mess. You decide to fuck around, pouting your lips as you spit some of his cum out, letting it bubble around your lips, a sight straight out a porno at best. "Swallow." He concludes by pulling his hand away from your now tangled hair. You do as you're told, looking into him your messy state was rather enticing. It's been far too long since he's done something like this, with someone like you. "Clever girl, always attentive, obedient. Can't wait to find you again, fuck you like this, even if your daddy's here— can't resist a tight girl like you, makes me wonder if your pussy's just as tight." He muses. You're supposed to find his words wrong, but if anything; it just gets you all the more wet, you kept quiet rather than let your mind speak. "You'd let me do that, wouldn't you? Oh, sure you would; you were made for me to fuck." He snickers.
"Would love to fuck you, really would, but I wouldn't wanna wear my little girl down now, would I?" He murmurs, arms crossed as he leaned against the cramped bathroom walls, watching you fix yourself from the mirror. "Wanna taste those sweet tits too, bet those nipples are hard," He teases, his words weren't exactly false, too. "Mr Kennedy!" You yelped softly, "Don't mind me, sweetheart, there's only so much I can say about such a sweet thing like you." He replies, rubbing his hand across his stubble back and forth.
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You were absolutely afraid, hoping your dad hadn't run around looking for you, or even worse, left thinking you hitched a ride back home. Leon assures you just from the look on his face, pushing the bathroom door open before slowly walking out as if you were in a horror movie, you took a sharp right only to find your dad, still in chatterbox mode with his friends. "Still up for round two? I always have my mind set on things," He grins, watching the dumbfounded look on your face as you'd been worrying over nothing.
tags: kissing, rain, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of wounds, fluff
the sound of the pouring rain echoed in your ears, it was like a humming noise that would usually calm you down. this time it was like a bad omen, the water connecting in small rivers, streaming down the drains. the night had settled in and you held out your hands in the rain. letting the water wet your hair, washing the blood from your hands as your breathing struggled to calm down. the wound on your stomach had healed but the adrenaline never left your body.
whole nervous system crashing down as you looked around while panting. not a sound. only the rain falling down on the hard asphalt as the night settled in, slowly getting darker and darker.
debating your choices, you needed to run, but stay hidden or they were going to find you. in your mind, you had already given up, there was no sign of him and the feeling of desperation and fear was consuming you. he wasn’t coming, he left you like everyone else. just this once, you had no hope or survival. how can an immortal creature be afraid of death. your voice broke and a sob escaped your throat. this was the one thing you couldn’t survive. your eternal life would end here.
even with your unnatural hearing, the rain blocked out everything. every human, every car, you couldn’t even hear your own heartbeat. no choice, but the survival instict in you pushed you to move. tired body stumbling forwards, being weakened by torture, vervain and starving. nothing but pure instict. your wet hair was sticking to your forehead, sniffles were heard and your wounds still hurt even after closing up.
only a matter of time when they would find you, then, and truly then…your hope would die with you.
limping across the road, rain still pouring down as fog rose up, making the night even more scarier than it was. no one could even make out the tears between the raindrops hitting your face. between all the sobs and the rain, a crack was heard and then a gust of wind.
someone was here.
panic quickly rose and you closed your eyes, convincing yourself you’re hearing things as your exhausted body tried to make its way forward. your neck turns quickly as you look behind, expecting to find someone following you. quickly you’re pulled out of your trance when a big figure appears in front of you, making you slightly bump into him.
”ah!! no!! i swear i don’t know anything, please!!” you sobbed as the strong hands grabbed you. ”it’s me.” a deep, calm voice called out and you looked up at the man. and at that moment, everything around you, every bit of pain and panic you experienced, dissapeared. because it was him. ”e-elijah..” your tears never stopped flowing but this time they weren’t from fear. he hums and quickly embraces you. he was wearing a suit and his clothes were still warm and dry. you nuzzled your face into his chest as your arms wrapped around his neck.
”i-i thought you left- i-” you sobbed as he patted your wet hair. ”shh, i’d never leave you dear. i’m here.” he reassured, grabbing your shoulders and parting the hug. his face leaned down to yours, looking at you with the softest look ever. his eyes were mesmerazing. the rain only got stronger and you saw his hair sticking to his forehead as water droplets ran down his neck.
”elijah.” you sobbed once again and he shook his head with disapproval. his cold, big hand caressed the side of your face. you closed your eyes and he followed, pulling you into a deep kiss. his soft lips connecting with yours felt like he could erase every worry, every pain and miserable moment you’ve ever felt. it just felt so right. your passionate kiss only deepened second by second when your hand came to caress his jawline, bringing his face closer to yours. head turning to the side, lips fighting for dominance, pressing romantic kisses onto eachother as you both listen to the rain fall.
