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baby steps ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call ur mom. and also the cops

word count: 5k

description: moving to raccoon city with leon, your long-term boyfriend and childhood sweetheart, doesn't go as planned. while you consider moving back home to lick your wounds, leon conspires to keep you right by his side, where you were always meant to be.

tags/warnings: yandere!leon kennedy, specifically rookie cop leon, squishy soft dom leon, manipulation and generally toxic behavior, baby trapping (via tampering w condoms), daddy kink, praise kink, pet names, no use of y/n, fingering, p in v, creampie, cockwarming, mention of vomiting

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Leon had it all figured out from the day he met you, the first day of kindergarten. The two of you were going to be just like the movies, just like the storybooks– you would grow up as friends, blossom into lovers, marry young and start a family, and everything would be exactly as it should be. He would have fulfilled his purpose, and you would have fulfilled yours. All would be right in the universe.

And he wasn’t exactly far off, for a long time. You were attached at the hip through elementary school, somehow managed to stay friends through middle school and after an awkward, smitten kiss shared in the empty auditorium, you began dating in high school. It was perfect, he thought. He didn’t even have to pull that many strings.

You went to prom, got drunk for the first time, learned to drive, all in each other’s company. You had each other’s virginity. You’d seen, touched and savored every inch of each other. There was almost nothing you didn’t share.

It wasn’t too long after graduation that Leon applied to begin training at the police academy, just like he’d always dreamed of. It was a solid profession with plenty of benefits for both of you and it would give him the opportunity to help people, ticking off all the boxes of what he wanted for himself. It was perfect, it was safe.

No one was surprised when he soared through the police academy with impeccable marks. You were such a little angel when he graduated, showering him with kisses and sweets and letting him pound you into the mattress for a whole weekend to celebrate. And when his application in Raccoon City was accepted, you did exactly as he hoped you would and you followed right along with him.

Of course you would follow right along. You didn’t know what life without Leon meant. You couldn’t even conceptualize what that would feel like and you had no intention of finding out, but that was fine by him. He was happy to be your rock, your guidance, your big, strong boyfriend who would hold your hand and follow you through everything. 

With Leon, you would never be alone. You would never be far from home. After all this time, he was your home, exactly as your lives were designed.

For the first few months of living in Raccoon City, the two of you shared a cozy apartment. It was a little worse for wear, but it was cute, and it was a fun way to start your adventure into young adulthood together. He was happy to handle all of the spiders and quadruple check the locks every night if it made you feel safer, if it gave you an excuse to come crying to him like a beautiful angel whenever you were frightened.

Bumps in the night, creaks of the pipes, the skittering of the upstairs neighbor’s little dog, they all sent you folding into his arms, shaking like a leaf, crying for him to protect you. He was your knight, and God were you his perfect little princess. The apple of his eye, the one and only object of his affection. No, not his affection, his obsession.

You were all he thought about, day and night, for more than half of his 21 years of living. Everything he did, every breath he took was with you in mind. You were the only living manifestation of complete and total perfection, every inch of you crafted with care and divinity. Your lives fit together like puzzle pieces– hell, your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. You were meant for each other.

It wasn’t long after you moved that the job you had lined up fell through, and you were left reeling. Moving away from home just to fall flat on your face was a massive blow to your self esteem, especially considering your parents practically screamed a hole through the phone at you about it. The next few days were spent sulking around the apartment, trying to pick up the pieces and choose a completely different path for yourself.

And there was Leon to hold you while you cried. To make dinner every night and dote on you endlessly, to pamper you with gifts and to insist over and over that he could make rent on his own, that he didn’t mind if you needed a little more time to wallow before finding a job… and to console you when your search for employment would prove fruitless once again.

He was there to tell you it wasn’t your fault, that the job market was just rough right now and that no matter what, he would be there to take care of you.

Weeks stretched into months and you still felt like you were spinning out, even with Leon by your side. Every single day was beginning to feel the same and you didn’t know what to do, all you knew was that you couldn’t imagine living the rest of your life like this. Something had to give and Raccoon City clearly wasn’t it.

Leon came home with a big smile on his face, just like any other day, but today was extra special. He’d finally had his one year review at the police station, and he was getting a sizable raise. He couldn’t wait to tell you he was gonna get you out of this shitty apartment and into somewhere nicer. He couldn’t wait to sneak his way down to the jeweler in search of a ring. The storybook life he had laid out for you was coming to fruition right before his eyes.

But you were quiet over dinner, and you looked exhausted. You wouldn’t even meet his eyes as you picked at your plate.

He was just about to ask you what was wrong when you finally spoke up, “I-I think I need to move back home with my parents.”

Silence. He felt like he had been shot.

“It’s just that… I know you said you’re happy to take care of bills and everything, but I just feel terrible every day being a burden and I think I need a chance to figure things out and get back up on my feet. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.”

His expression fell and his heart ached, any and all excitement he had about his situation now gone in an instant. All the money in the world meant nothing to him if he couldn’t share it with you, and to see you so lost and scared made him feel like he fucking failed you, his poor, sweet princess who looked to him for purpose and protection and partnership. 

Leon wasn’t stupid. He knew that allowing you to move back in with your parents could potentially be a death sentence to your relationship. When people aren’t around each other anymore, it’s only natural that they drift apart, and Leon could not let that happen. It wasn’t even an option in his brain. Something had to be done and something had to be done now, before your lease was up in a few months, before push came to shove and you would finally have to make your choice.

He wasn’t even really sure where he got the idea. It wasn’t something he’d ever considered before, mostly because he didn’t think he’d ever be put in this position.

A few nights after that conversation, Leon couldn’t sleep. It was well past two in the morning and you were peacefully asleep beside him while he stared at the ceiling, entirely lost in thought. He witnessed the worst and darkest of humanity at work every single day, but nothing scared him as deeply as the idea of losing you. 

Eventually he got out of bed as carefully as he could manage, not wanting to wake you with his troubles. He only planned to get some water and maybe a minute or two of fresh air to clear his mind, but what he didn’t plan to get was some inspiration. 

You had asked him to stop at the store on his way home from work to pick up a few things you needed, and the bag was still sitting on the counter. He took it upon himself to grab a few things he needed, too, and among the items left in the bag was an unopened box of condoms. At first his eyes skimmed over it without much interest, but it wasn’t long before he froze where he stood and turned to look at the bag again.

Leon wasn’t sure what came over him. He didn’t really feel like himself, it was like he was watching his next moves from a third person perspective, hovering above, detached. For a moment he even wondered if he was sleepwalking, or if this was a dream. He stared down at the box in his hand, carefully opened it, and pierced a hole in the center of each and every one. He tucked the packets back into the box and brought it with him on his way back to the bedroom, stashing it in the usual spot in the bedside table.

On his side, of course.

He tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t help but just watch you. You were so pretty, so peaceful when you were dreaming, such a nice contrast to the stress and insecurity over finding your life’s purpose that plagued you in your waking hours.

But Leon already knew your life’s purpose. He reached out, gently brushing your messy hair away from your sleepy face so he could admire you more fully, and all he could think about was how much happier you’d look with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. Maybe an unexpected nudge in the right direction would set you back on the correct path and make you come to your senses about moving back in with your parents.

You huffed out a sleepy little breath from between your plush lips, stirring in the bed and peeking open your eyes to look at him. It was clear you weren’t fully conscious yet, but you were trying, squirming closer to him to tuck yourself into his chest.

“W’time is it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

He smiled fondly, petting your hair and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you cuddled up to him like a sweet little baby bear, and he tried to pretend he hadn’t accidentally made himself hard as fuck thinking about knocking you up just to get you to stay with him. Somewhere deep down, he knew it was gross, he knew it was wrong, he knew it could violate your trust in so many ways.

But Leon was nothing if not a yearner, a hopeless romantic who couldn’t bear the thought of life without you by his side. He’d done everything right by you and you were still straying away from him, and that just wouldn’t do. It’s an act of desperation, he thought to himself, justifying his actions into the ground, I just want her so badly I’m not thinking straight, all pleas for forgiveness he would store for later use.

“It’s late, baby,” He mumbled into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

You just shook your head and tightened your arms around him, clearly on the verge of dozing off again. Perhaps if the circumstances were different, he would have just let you, but he wouldn’t be awake in the first place if it weren’t for the extreme sense of urgency he felt.

His broad, warm hands engulfed you, one cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed your lower back, tapering off to paw at your hip. Your shirt– well, his shirt– had ridden up nearly to your waist, baring your cute panties, your soft belly and your plush thighs to his gaze. He swiped the pad of his thumb along your hip, imagining your bone structure spreading open to make room for his growing baby.

Leon didn’t take the time to talk himself out of it before his fingertips were sneaking down between your legs, slipping beneath your panties and finding your clit with practiced ease. The sensation was enough to jerk you awake again, a quiet mewl tumbling from your lips as you rocked into his hand, so sleepy and out of it and just so very cute.

“Leon?” Your voice was thick with sleep, but airy and light with sudden onset desire. That was all he needed to know he had you right where he wanted you.

“Shh, shh, you’re alright,” He cooed softly, following up the soothing whispers with a few gentle nibbles and bites to the shell of your ear, knowing that such attention always melted you into a puddle. “You’re alright, pretty baby, I just wanna play with you. Can daddy play with his sweet angel?”

You squirmed in his hold for a second, pondering his proposition while barely awake, but it wasn’t long before you were nodding into his shoulder and peppering his collarbone with wet kisses in return. It never took much to convince you when he spoke to you like that, so adoring and saccharine. 

“That’s my good girl,” He mused, invigorated by your consent. Almost instantaneously he became more heavy-handed with his touches, fingertips massaging firm, purposeful circles around your clit, occasionally dipping down to collect your growing arousal and bring it back with him. “You’re all mine, you know that? Never gonna let anyone else have my baby.”

Poor you. Clueless of his intentions, you interpreted that sentence in a much different way than he really meant it. But, ignorance is bliss, and what you felt right now was nothing short of blissful.

You poked your head up just to catch his lips with your own in a wanton grasp for more intimacy, a signal of your agreement, like you were giving yourself to him. He knew it was wrong that you didn’t fully realize what you were agreeing to, but again, he compartmentalized that, deciding that was a problem for his future self. What mattered right now was securing your place at his side for the rest of your lives.

He could feel the way your hips were stuttering, he could feel how short your breaths were becoming against his lips, and he knew you were getting close. Grunting into your mouth, he forced his hand further down your panties and sank two thick fingers into your hole, stretching you open for him. The intrusion was quite a bit less gentle than you were used to from him, drawing a shocked whimper from you, but you soon began to relax once more when he curled up into your sweet spot, sending you boneless. 

“D-Daddy,” You whined, nails biting into his shoulders. “Hurts… Slow, slower…”

A shiver rolled over his body, that of immediate guilt. He knew he was being a little rough with you, and he certainly didn’t want to hurt you, but…

“Fuck, I can’t help it,” He groaned, “Been thinking about this pussy all night, princess, I need you like air…”

You could hear the desperation in his tone, and even more you could feel it in the way he touched you like he was starving, like he was stranded in the desert and you were an oasis. Softened by this– and entirely hypnotized by his praise– you resigned to the feeling, allowing him to play with your body as he pleased. He was rutting into nothing without even thinking about it, his cock woefully hard and straining against the front of his grey sweatpants.

He wanted to prepare you properly, he really did, but he was so revved up and needy, he didn’t want to risk blowing his load anywhere but inside you. That wasn’t an option. Hands shaking, he pulled away from you just long enough to kick his sweatpants off and reach for one of those condoms, silently resenting the fact that he had to wear one at all, but he had an appearance to keep up. 

He tore the package open haphazardly with his teeth and rolled the condom on, shuddering deeply. His grasp was tight on your thigh as he pulled it up and over his hip, his other hand pushing your dainty purple panties aside to guide his cock into the heavenly, pillowy walls of your ethereal cunt.

Fuck, you were so fucking tight, clenching around him, whimpering and whining and writhing like a perfect little puppy in heat. Leon’s teeth sank into your shoulder as he bottomed out in you, and he almost could have sworn he felt the tip of the condom rip open even wider. The image alone had him moaning like an animal, pinning your quivering body to his own while he rolled his hips, fucking you deep and hard and slow, savoring every single stroke of your slippery walls around his aching cock. Every meeting of your hips was joined by obscene squelching with the way you were practically sucking him in.

“G-God, fuck,” Leon growled, his face contorted with pleasure. You and Leon had always had what you considered to be an active and healthy sex life, but you’d never seen him quite so beside himself with raw lust. Whatever drove him in that moment was primal, and you could feel it in his every movement, his every breath, see it in the wild look in his eyes.

His pupils were like dinner plates as he gazed down at you, stamping your forehead with kisses and feeling over every inch of your body. “Look at you, just look at you… Such a perfect little dolly for daddy to love on forever and ever, huh? Oh, my princess…”

You were lightheaded with arousal, every nerve ending in your body lighting up with white hot pleasure. You could barely even form a sentence, just nodding along as he moaned out his praise and letting him manhandle you like a ragdoll. Perhaps his words had more than a modicum of truth to them.

“F-Feels so… so… fuck, daddy, feels so good,” You babbled mindlessly, head falling back to the pillows beneath you. He was overwhelming your senses, taking over every corner of your mushy brain. The room was dark and you were still a bit delirious with sleep and to that effect, nothing existed in your world right now but daddy, daddy, daddy…

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the spot on your shoulder he’d so harshly bitten earlier, the pace of his thrusts not faltering for a second. “Yeah? I’ll bet it does, judging by the look on you,” He teased, nipping at your throat. “So pretty when you’re all fucked out.”

Your back was arching up off the bed, your eyes rolling back and your walls pulsing around him. Addicted to eliciting pleasured reactions from you, Leon wedged one hand between your two bodies, flattening his palm on your lower belly before pressing down.

Stars. You saw stars. A broken, high-pitched cry ripped from your throat, and you didn’t even have the capacity to hope the neighbors didn’t think you were being murdered, because you didn’t care. You could feel every rigid inch of him inside you, dragging over every nerve, his cock stuffed so deep that you swore you could feel him in your throat. Toes curling and your nails raking down his naked back, tears were beginning to prick at your eyes– you were close.

That was a good thing, though, considering he was too, and he could only hope the wet heat of your release would mask the feeling of his own. Leon sealed his lips over your own once more, swallowing your broken, needy cries as he fucked you to completion, letting his hand fall a little bit lower until his fingertips were on your clit again.

Your body twitched at the stimulation, thighs clamping down tight around his hips as you sobbed into his mouth and soaked his cock with your gushing sex. “Daddy,” You wept, clinging to him for dear life as he fucked you through your high, his own spilling out in sync. “Daddy, daddy, daddy…”

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby, I’m right here,” He cooed, taking your bottom lip playfully between his teeth before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. “Just stay put, you’re doing so good for me, angel…”

His hips continued to piston forward as he hoped to force as much of his cum into you as he could manage, while still maintaining the believable illusion of protection. He intended to put every last one of those tampered-with condoms to use, though he wondered silently to himself if you might give up and just let him take you raw once you were to inevitably find out you’re pregnant.

You were a weeping, shivering mess in his arms, thighs clenching and twitching around him as he shushed you and babied you, petting your hair away from your tear-stained face and stamping you with delicate kisses, still stuffing his cum into you with shallow thrusts. He couldn’t wait to see you blossom right before his eyes. He couldn’t wait for you to realize your purpose was right here with him. He couldn’t wait to have you to himself for the rest of your days, his princess.

Leon remained sheathed deep within you, even as he softened, wanting to make sure you stayed plugged up well. But, he also couldn’t resist the warmth and wetness of you, how comforting it felt to be enveloped by you.

“You just stay put right there, okay, princess?” He reiterated quietly, lips brushing over your brow in a loving kiss. “Want you to keep daddy warm for the rest of the night. Can you do that for me?”

As if he even had to ask. You would have done practically anything for him when reduced to such a bleary, agreeable state of mind. He knew you all too well.

You just nodded like a bobblehead, dreamy, doe eyes staring up at him through teary lashes, hanging off his every word like gospel. He tucked you in even closer to his chest, cradling you with such adoration, his hips rocking forward every now and then just to get a reaction out of you, and to remind himself this was real.

He wasn’t at all surprised that you were able to fall asleep like that, stuffed full of cum and sated like a good little princess deserved to be. In a perfect world, you would never have to move again, just stay there in his lap forever and soak up every drop of him you could take. 

In the coming weeks, that box of condoms wouldn’t last long. The only thought on his mind day in and day out was bending you over every surface in the apartment, and you thought nothing of it. Of course you noticed his sudden, insatiable lust for you, but you assumed it was a symptom of knowing his beloved girlfriend was just a few short months away from potentially leaving. He was only grasping at every inch of you he could commit to memory, right?

In all fairness to you, you weren’t exactly that far off.

Your tired eyes pried open at the familiar feeling of Leon rutting up against you, gripping at your hips like you would disappear if he didn’t. The morning sun was just barely beginning to peek through the windows and the bed was warm, it was a lovely way to wake up, one you would never get tired of.

Or at least you never thought you would. You loved Leon— and his sexual prowess— very dearly, but you also loved being able to sleep through an entire night without interruption, and you hadn’t been getting much of that over the past several weeks.

“Mnh… Leon, babe,” You grumbled, burying your face back into your pillow. “Not today. I’m exhausted.”

He was taken aback by this at first, and then his expression fell with disappointment. Leon had gotten so used to breeding you dumb every morning before work that he wasn’t confident he could go back to functioning without it. Regardless, Leon knew that continuing his attempt to seduce you while you were this grouchy would be a death sentence, so he opted to take the path of least resistance. 

After the moment or two it took for him to process that decision, Leon’s touches quickly shifted from provocative to soothing– he was no longer grasping at your hips but wrapping you up in his arms, pressing gentle kisses to your temple and cheekbone as if to regain your good favor.

You hummed contentedly, relaxing back into his embrace. Leon always warmed up like a heater in the night, and you were more than happy to bask in it. His muscular frame was like a weighted blanket and his presence alone was usually enough to knock you out like a light, but for some reason, you were struggling to fall back asleep. Every second felt like five minutes and despite your best efforts– and your complete and utter exhaustion– sleep refused to reclaim you.

Biting back the urge to blame Leon for waking you up in the first place, you huffed out a breath and rolled over in his arms, hoping the change in position might be just what you needed.

Wrong. Very, very wrong. Something about the movement made you dizzy, nauseous, your stomach twisting into knots. You wanted to say something, but you weren’t even sure what to say. It came on so suddenly that it caught you off guard and you weren’t even fully confident you would be able to get up at first.

You whined his name quietly, nuzzling into his chest and wrenching your eyes shut in an attempt to reorient yourself, your arms closing around your middle instinctively.

“You alright? What’s the matter?” Your sweet boyfriend asked quietly, brows furrowing with concern. He could feel your body trembling against his own, your back rising and falling with short, shallow breaths.

Now it was your throat tightening, too, and the second your mouth started to flood with saliva, you knew what was about to happen. Leon didn’t stop you when you writhed out of his embrace and stumbled out of bed, depending on muscle memory alone to get yourself to the bathroom with how woozy and ill you felt.

You just barely made it to the toilet in time to vomit. The cold tile felt nice on your knees, but the impact, not as much. It wasn’t long before Leon materialized at your side with a glass of water and a cold washcloth to hold over your forehead, rubbing your back and already silently conspiring to call out of work and give his poor, sick angel the princess treatment all day.

You collapsed back into his chest with a deep shudder, reaching for the water in a desperate attempt to wash the taste of bile from your mouth. He ended up grabbing it for you, raising it to your cracked lips and helping you take slow, measured drinks.

“There you go, pup,” He hummed, rocking you gently in his lap, his poor little darling princess. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, a sense of relief washing over you at last. Maybe you just caught a bug, or ate something your body didn’t agree with, or your stress and exhaustion were finally catching up to you. Surely you would feel better within a few days.

“I’m okay,” You whispered, reaching for his hand and squeezing it affectionately. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

Leon smiled, a burst of warmth spreading through his chest. You couldn’t possibly imagine what that meant to him, considering he chose to interpret it in whatever way felt most validating. After all, no one could take care of you like Leon could, and they wouldn’t have the chance to try, anyway. Not over his dead body.

Stooping down to kiss the crown of your head, Leon’s every word was thick with syrupy sweetness, “My baby, I would be so lost if I didn’t. Taking care of you is like breathing to me.”

And he meant every part of it. He didn’t just mean it, he showed it. He showed it when he held your hair back, and he showed it when you realized you couldn’t even remember when you’d had your last period. He showed it when you sent him to the drugstore in the middle of the night for pregnancy tests, and he showed it when you broke down crying at the results, wondering how this could have happened.

His favorite part was showing it when you tearfully called your parents and told them you were staying in Raccoon City, not because you had found a job, but because you were pregnant.

“I can’t believe they’re choosing to react like this, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. They should be happy for you, and it’s awful that they’re anything but happy for you,” He said, voice low and soothing, tone purposeful. “I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you. I’m gonna take good care of you and this baby, and we’re gonna be happy. Alright?”

Leon tipped your chin up with his knuckle, making you look at him. Your cheeks were red and your eyes were puffy with tears, droplets still clinging to your little dolly eyelashes.

It was hard not to believe him when he spoke with such conviction, when he looked at you with those rich blue eyes that bled from an endless well of love. The pad of his thumb skimmed over your pouty bottom lip as you unknowingly submitted to his grand design.

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addicted ♡ re2r!leon kennedy x reader

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word count - 2.9k

description - by the end of the summer, you're bound for college and your boyfriend leon is bound for his shiny new police officer job in raccoon city. knowing your relationship could be threatened by the distance, your need for each other has become insatiable.

tags/warnings - porn with plot, soft dom leon, car sex, cunnilingus (f receiving), fingering, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, mildly angsty, no use of (Y/N)

a/n - this was a request by my beautiful goth puppy wife chaos baby @nexysworld <333 special thanks to @dollfacefantasy for beta reading and believing in me and also being my momager <3

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Young adulthood felt so scary and new and weird.

You and Leon had been dating since high school and now you were fully legal adults, figuring out what to do with your lives and pretending you would both fit together seamlessly in each other’s plans. Just weeks ago he had graduated from the police academy and you had until the end of the summer to spend as much time together as possible before he would move into the city to become an officer, and you would be moving states away to attend college.

You told each other you would visit as often as possible, that you would call every day, that as soon as you finished school you would move back to Raccoon City to be with him, or he would find a hiring police station near you to settle into, and you would live happily ever after.

But there was a silent, knowing melancholy that hung over you all the while, and it intensified every day. Neither of you wanted to address it, for fear of spoiling what little time you had left, so it just hung there unspoken as you clung to each other for dear life.

Leon knocked quietly on your door, hoping not to wake your roommates. It was a crisp, clear summer evening and the forecast indicated a meteor shower would be visible, so as soon as he finished up at work, he took the top off of his Jeep, loaded the back with blankets and made his way to you.

His heart softened at the image of you wrapped in a blanket, ducking out of your apartment to follow him out to the car. It was nearing midnight and you were already in pajamas, but it felt right that way. Comfortable. 

Soon enough you were sipping slushies from the gas station, your sneakers kicked up on the dashboard and the wind rushing through your hair as Leon drove the two of you up the base of the Arklay Mountains. There was a little lookout tucked away less than five miles up, one you frequented together practically since you met. This lookout had seen numerous makeouts and unquantifiable hours of conversation, silly and stupid and serious and solemn.

The car slowed to a stop and Leon threw it in park, moving his seat back so he could get comfortable. His lips were stained pink with cherry slush as he looked over to you with a gentle smile.

“Pretty, huh?” He asked, watching as you stared up at the sky, awe-filled eyes searching every gap in the void for a shooting star. His warm, broad hand still rested on your thigh, thumb skimming over the soft fabric of your sweatpants in a gentle caress. 

Relaxing into his touch, you nodded, looking over at him now. Your own lips and tongue were tinted blue and what remained of your slushie was cold in the palm of your hand. It was funny, you thought, that you’d driven all the way out here to watch the meteor shower but still, you couldn’t help but watch each other. The breeze blew warm and the radio played lowly.

“You’re pretty,” You replied quietly, playing with his fingers. Even having been together for years, he still managed to make you shy.

Leon let out a soft laugh and shook his head, his other hand coming forward to tip your chin up. “You’re pretty too,” He began, and you were just beginning to blush when he added, “Pretty corny.”

You threw your head back and groaned dramatically, swatting at his chest. “You’re pretty annoying,” You griped, but before you could continue your playful rant, he guided you back toward him and pressed his lips against your own, and just like always, you melted almost instantaneously. 

At the start the kiss was quite tender, communicating a sense of longing and connection that you had only ever felt with him. His thumb traced your jaw while his grip tightened on your thigh in an affectionate little squeeze and you felt as though you could sit here with him forever, craning your neck over the center console of his Jeep just to kiss him beneath the stars, just to breathe him in, to be with him. Leon was your safe place and even the thought of being away from him sent you into withdrawals.

Your shaking hand came up to cradle the back of his neck, fingers curling into his golden hair as you took it upon yourself to deepen the kiss, wanting to get as much of him as you could. You wanted to horde him all to yourself, you wanted to sink into him and have him sink into you, to pause time and keep him there until you were sick of each other, though you knew no length of time together would ever feel like enough. Tongue swiping against his lower lip, you flattened your palm over the crotch of his jeans and massaged gently.

“F-Fuck, baby,” Leon grunted into your mouth, feeling all the blood rush to his cock in response to your touch and your languid kisses. “I’m gonna miss this…”

“Don’t,” You whispered, “I don’t wanna talk about it… Just wanna feel you…”

With a short nod of understanding he reconnected your lips, sliding his hand beneath the waistband of your sweatpants to dip a finger into your folds, delighted at the realization that you had gone without panties for the evening. He grinned into the kiss and slipped his tongue past you, the pads of his fingers quickly finding your clit with practiced ease.

Your lashes fluttered and your thighs shifted together, a quiet mewl of pleasure tumbling from you as you bucked up into his hand. With each passing second your heart was beating faster and you could feel the wetness collecting beneath his touch.

“Mm, my pretty baby,” He sighed out, the pad of his thumb flicking at your clit while his middle and index fingers petted at your hole. “Put your seat back. Let me taste you.”

There wasn’t a beat of hesitation as you reached down to recline your seat and push it back, and as you did so, Leon was making quick work of climbing over the center console to join you in the passenger seat. He gripped your thighs and pushed your legs up to rest on the dashboard as he yanked your sweatpants down in one swift motion, wasting no time smothering your plush inner thighs with kisses.

His pupils dilated by the scent of your cunt alone, and while he initially planned on taking his time with you, he just couldn’t help himself. Cramped down on the floor of his own passenger seat, Leon’s fingertips printed into your thighs as he dove forward to kiss and lap at your wetness, drinking you up with a deep, wanton need. 

You tensed at the feeling, glittery heat washing over you before you relaxed into his mouth and brought one hand down to tug at his hair, encouraging him further. Your hazy eyes blinked open to look straight up at the sky, the cool night air foreign on your most intimate parts, but not unwelcome. It was quiet out, serene, private, as though you and Leon were the last two people on Earth. A shooting star cast across the sky in a blur, and you quickly realized that your wish was for you and Leon to be the last two people on Earth. Maybe that would be nice. At least your time together wouldn’t be so limited.

Losing Leon felt like losing a limb, even if he was only moving a few hours away to the other side of the mountain. Another shooting star streaked across the night sky, and you barely even noticed you had said something until you already finished speaking, “I wish you could stay… I feel like I can’t breathe without you…”

He hummed into your slick pussy, tongue swirling over your bud before pulling back just far enough to respond, “Not talking about it, baby, remember?”

Your face scrunched up a little bit as you realized your mistake and nodded, returning your focus to the glittering stars above you while your boyfriend sucked and licked at your cunt like he was starving. Soon enough his middle and index fingers were prodding at your hole, tracing the shape of you before sinking deep into your sticky, wet heat, your needy walls sucking him in.

What you didn’t know was that Leon had been focusing so much pleasure on you over the summer because it felt like making up for what he wouldn’t be able to do from thousands of miles away in the fall. You were the only thing he could bring himself to think about since roughly halfway to graduation at the police academy, when he was beginning to pester Raccoon City Police Department with his exemplary test scores and ever-growing resume– by the end of the year you would have both gone so far in separate directions, and long distance wasn’t something you ever excelled at. He knew that the day he left for Raccoon City, he would be effectively nailing the coffin shut.

So he bided his time by fucking you senseless almost daily, eating you out, pinning you down and driving you to tears with your toys, feeling every inch of you beneath his hands just so he wouldn’t forget. Every moan, every mewl, every whimper and sob and plea from you was like music to his ears, like pure heroin directly to the vein. Just like a drug, the better it felt in the moment, the more he knew it would hurt you both later on.

He felt you bucking into his nose and whining quietly, and every twitch of your muscles made his cock throb in his jeans. Leon couldn’t take it anymore, he needed you now.

Pulling back from your core, Leon moved quickly to undo his belt and shove his jeans down his thighs, desperate for some relief from the pressure and intoxicating desire. He was already dribbling precum just from the taste of you, a distinct wet patch growing at the front of his soft blue boxers that soon joined his pants down his legs, and shortly thereafter he was clumsily crawling over you in the passenger seat of his Jeep.

Almost like muscle memory, your arm fell behind you in a blind search for your purse in the back seat. You quickly retrieved it, digging through its contents as Leon’s hands shoved their way up your shirt to paw at your breasts, devouring your throat with kisses, making it a little difficult to maintain your focus. Finally you found what you were looking for, fingers coming into contact with that trusty little box… only to find it empty.

“L-Leon… mm, babe, hey,” You panted in an attempt to gather his attention. He hummed a barely noticeable sound of acknowledgment, but otherwise didn’t budge. You let him continue for a lingering second before breaking the news in a near whisper, “Leon, we’re out of condoms…”

He paused, breaths short and hips rutting into your own with need, his woefully hard cock grinding against your slit. While his body acted on its own in search of any friction he could get, his mind was spinning. He knew you weren’t on birth control and he knew a risk like this could ruin everything you’d both worked so hard for… but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

In fact, it sort of spurred him on.

He buried his face into your neck again and sucked a harsh, dark mark into your skin, a feeling of possessiveness taking root in him. “Then we’re gonna risk it,” He said definitively, his voice low and almost growling in your ear. “Just think about it, sweetheart… Maybe if you let me knock you up, you can forget all about college… I could just whisk you away to the city with me and take care of you for the rest of our lives…”

A rush of heat struck you like a moving car and knocked the air out of your lungs. You knew it would be stupid to throw away your scholarships and every dream you’d had for yourself on a whim, but it was admittedly a nice fantasy at the very least. Arching into the palm of his hand, you relented.

“F-Fuck, fuck… Fuck me, Leon, please, just fuck me…”

And just as you anticipated, he took you up on that. A cool breeze rushed through the open vehicle as he lined himself up at your hole and drove into you, his vision going white for a second just at the intensity of the pleasure he felt, being engulfed by you again. Your body was heaven on Earth to him, you were heaven on Earth to him. 

He sheathed into you down to the hilt with a low groan, one hand clutching your hip and the other tangled in your hair. Leon tugged your head aside by your hair so he could speak directly into your ear, “You’re mine, you hear me? All mine. My girl, my wife, my pretty little baby mama…”

Each declaration was punctuated by a thrust of the hips, his swollen, leaking cock stuffed so deeply inside you that it was almost like you could feel him in your throat. Any and all concerns about your future, individually and as a couple, burned to ash in the far back of your mind as he fucked into with fervor. In this moment, Leon was all that mattered.

You quivered and writhed beneath him, your gummy insides pulsing and clenching around his length, and even with the top off the Jeep, the windows were beginning to accumulate a subtle fog on them. The two of you were hot and slick with sweat, drowning in the heat of each other and the late summer air.

“Leon,” You moaned, nails biting into his shoulders as you clung to him for dear life, for any shred of stability. “Make me yours…”

At this point, you couldn’t even tell if you were serious, and similarly to Leon, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were drunk on him and everything about him, the warmth of his skin, the pheromones that clung to his sweat, the strong grip of his hands and the sound of his breaths and the feeling of him railing into you like you were made for each other. 

“Plannin’ on it, baby,” He said in response, words breathy and a smug grin tugging at his lips. He let go of your hair to plant his hand against the window as he increased his pace, plunging into you with ardor, his balls heavy and aching for release. “Gonna keep you all to myself, give you everything you ever wanted.”

The hand of his that was holding your hip just a moment ago was now wedging itself down between you to rub steady circles into your clit. You jolted at the contact, an incoherent cry tumbling from you, molten heat pooling up in your stomach. His earlier ministrations left both him and you especially sensitive and nearing your climaxes.

He could feel your peak approaching through the way you were convulsing around him, your wet cunt tightening and pulling him deeper with each stroke until he couldn’t even think anymore. Every last one of his senses was clouded– no, drenched with you. His pace stuttered just a little bit as he decided he couldn’t possibly hold back any longer.

With a loud, pleasured groan of your name, Leon stilled inside you as a torrent of cum flooded your waiting womb, warming you from the inside. What finally pushed you over the edge into your own release was Leon’s sly fingers tugging and pinching at your bud with expertise.

“G-God, fuck,” You sobbed, breaking skin as your nails raked down his strong back and gripped him as close to you as you could manage. Tears were pricking at your eyes as you coated his cock with your release, leaving behind a creamy white ring of arousal at the base of his softening sex.

Silence fell over the car as you clung to each other, broken only by your gasping breaths for oxygen. Leon buried his face into your shoulder and kissed the sizable hickie he’d left you earlier, still fresh and stinging.

“Did so good for me,” He huffed into your ear, nibbling at your lobe. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Eventually he pulled out, a sticky mixture of your juices dribbling out of your spent hole and down to the leather seat below you. As Leon climbed less than gracefully out of the passenger seat with his pants around his knees, you were both startled by the unexpected sight of headlights traveling up the very same mountain road that led you here, and the vehicle was pulling into the lookout.

“Shit,” Leon grumbled, rushing to fix his pants and toss you a blanket from the back seat to cover up with, given your sweatpants were lost somewhere on the floor of the car.

The intruding vehicle pulled up right behind Leon’s Jeep, headlights shining into the cabin as a person got out of the driver’s side… with a flashlight. Of course it had to be a cop.

Leon took a deep breath before rolling his window down with a polite smile. “Evening, officer… Nice night, isn’t it?”

[unsincerityig]

The absolute best thing about hidden follow counts on tumblr is that you can only tell how famous someone is via the highschool gossip method like "oh my god its the fucking chicken egg man again"

[oatmilfcoffee]

if restarting your computer does nothing then your fucked. unless its a driver issue, but idk how apple computers manage drivers.

It’s under warranty but it happened out of nowhere like it doesn’t show up in screenshots though

[explorevenus]

birthday girl ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call ur mom

word count - 3.1k

description - after months on end in captivity, your special day arrives. leon plans to make it your best birthday ever.

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, reader is in captivity (it's loosely based in the universe of my fic something permanent), no use of Y/N, pet names (puppy, princess, etc.), daddy kink, dubcon, reader gets put on a collar and leash, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v, breeding kink

a/n - a birthday gift for my chaos puppy wife @nexysworld ♡

my masterlist ♡

my ao3 ♡

fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy ;w;

-venus ♡

"Do you know what day it is, princess?"

You were a little bit shocked that those were the first words out of Leon's mouth when he came home from work that day. He didn't ask you about your day, he didn't implore you to ask about his, he simply asked you if you knew what day it was, and of course you didn't. You had no way of knowing. It almost made you nervous that this was a test.

Warily, you shook your head. "I don't know. What day is it?"

His smile widened, more than reaching his eerily warm blue eyes as answered you, "It's your birthday."

You hadn't really thought about it. By now you'd sort of forgotten that time was even real. "It's my birthday?" You tilted your head.

Leon nodded sweetly, tipping you up by your chin so he could gift you with a barrage of soft kisses. "It is, and if I have anything to say about it, it's gonna be your best birthday."

Eyeing him curiously, you said nothing, and he didn't either. He just took your hand and brought you down to the kitchen, where you were mildly surprised to find quite the spread waiting for you. Laid out on the kitchen island was a beautiful cake decorated in your favorite colors, a takeout bag from what was once your favorite restaurant when you weren't being held captive and two small boxes wrapped in pink paper. You couldn't help but wonder when he found the time to do all of this.

"What do you think, angel?" He asked, a hand at the small of your back as he watched your face closely for your reaction.

You approached the island slowly, inspecting the cake like a piece of fine art. Based on the intricacy of the decorations alone, it was obviously not inexpensive, and now you were extra curious about what could possibly be in those boxes.

"Thank you," You responded, turning around to face him, and despite how much you hated throwing him a bone, your next words weren't entirely ingenuine, "This was really thoughtful."

You never imagined something as simple as a spontaneous birthday party would be enough to make you feel a little bit normal again, to remind you that time is still real. 

Leon drew your body in close so he could plant a kiss at the crown of your head. "It's my pleasure, really. The day my princess was brought into this world is one worth celebrating."

What you weren't expecting was for dinner to feel even more normal somehow. You didn't feel like a captive as you and Leon sat across from each other in the low light, sharing casual conversation over your favorite meal from a takeout box like it was just another day. By some stroke of luck he even poured you a glass of wine. 

Out of extreme caution for your safety, of course, Leon didn't light any candles on your cake before he cut you a slice, but he did prompt you to make a wish anyway. For the first time in a long while, it didn't even occur to you to wish for your freedom. You silently wished that treatment like this wouldn't be saved solely for your birthday going forward.

When it came time to open your presents, you were intensely curious. It was long since evident by now that Leon had studied your life and your interests long before he ever took you in, so there was no telling what he might have thought up for you. As you carefully untied the ribbon on the smaller of the two boxes, your heart began to race a little bit. Leon's gaze was practically burning holes into you as you opened the box.

Inside was an immaculate ring, and you didn't even want to imagine how much it must have cost. The band was lined with small glittering diamonds that came together in the middle to wind around a specimen of your favorite stone.

"Leon..." You gasped softly, plucking the ring from the satin it was perched in, and before you had a chance to, he gently took it from your hand and slipped it on to your ring finger. Of course, it was a perfect fit. "It's beautiful... thank you."

Brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear, Leon kissed your forehead and smiled, admiring the way the stones glittered in the low light. "You deserve it, sweet girl. You've been such a little angel for me lately."

You were a bit shocked by how good it felt to hear him say that. The more you thought about it, the more you realized how hard you'd been trying lately, and as dark as it might have been, it was absurdly validating to have him acknowledge that.

Entirely of your own volition, you drew him in for a hug, pretending for just one moment that this was all completely normal, that Leon was just your boyfriend who was being sweet by treating you to a private birthday celebration. 

He granted you another kiss before pulling away, gesturing toward the second box on the table. "One more, sweetheart. Go ahead and open it."

Your eyes were mostly drawn to the shimmering ring on your finger as you pulled apart the ribbon and took off the top-- your attention, however, was quickly pulled back in to the contents of the box as soon as the lid was off. Nestled safely in a bed of tissue paper was a collar and leash, baby pink in color and noticeably high quality, possibly even custom made. Dangling from the collar was a heart shaped tag, Princess engraved in the middle. Suddenly your face began to burn and all those sweet feelings from just moments before melted away into that familiar sense of horror you'd gotten so used to.

But you knew he was waiting for an answer. Hesitantly, you looked up at him with a forced smile and said, "It's beautiful, daddy."

Leon pulled you into his lap, peppering your cheek and jaw with a barrage of kisses as he gathered your hair at the base of your neck in preparation to put the collar on you. "I'm glad you like it, pretty baby," He spoke into your ear, nibbling softly at the shell. "Gotta make sure you know you're all mine."

Your breath hitched as you felt the piece clasp into place around your neck, and only seconds later he was clipping the leash to the loop in the front and giving it a quick little tug just to test it out. Whimpering softly, you leaned back into his broad chest and rested your head on his shoulder, trying so hard now to forget about the ring on your finger.

For your birthday, he got you two presents that really only benefitted him by symbolizing your commitment. You were about to find out that he intended to make that three. 

"Now, let's see how well you train on that leash, baby."

He tugged at it again, stepping around you to begin leading you toward the stairs, and it didn't exactly take a stroke of genius to discern where he might be taking you. Your throat tightened and your face burned as you were left with no choice but to fall in line behind him. You wanted to dig your heels into the floor and resist, but you also wanted to bask in how nice he was being to you, relatively speaking anyway.

At least for your birthday, you chose peace.

Leon was impressed with your behavior as he led you into the bedroom. He honestly expected a healthy amount of resistance, and to be met with none felt euphoric. Maybe you really had come around, he thought to himself, and he couldn't help but smirk.

Walking you over to the end of the bed, Leon looped some of the excess leash around his knuckles and caressed your cheek with his other hand, guiding you forward until you were standing in front of him, your back pressed against his chest. He gave you a kiss to the crown of your head before stooping down to whisper in your ear, "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees."

His tone was gentle but his words made you frown to yourself. Still, you obeyed without question, shaking limbs wobbling to steady yourself on the plush bed. You felt especially vulnerable like this, unable to see what he was doing without making a show of craning your neck, without showing your fear. He played with your hair for a moment before tracing his fingers down your spine, cresting at your tailbone where he began to greedily tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and off the leash before finally discarding it to the floor.

He leaned in over your back to smooth his hand up and down the curves of your waist, dipping forward to cup one of your breasts and tease your pebbled nipple. You could already feel his cock against your lower back, distinctly hardening in his jeans. He gave the leash another gentle pull, as if just to remind you that it was there.

"Look at the birthday girl, behaving so well on her new leash," He mused, pressing a wet kiss to the base of your neck. "So sweet for me, letting daddy play with you and make you feel good, huh?"

You nodded, melting at his touch and praises despite your better judgment. Without having to face him, it was easier than you expected to pretend this was normal. And maybe you did deserve a treat for your birthday, to be made to feel good for no other reason than as a celebration of your life.

Your life. Lately you didn't feel there was much to celebrate, but that was neither here nor there. If you closed your eyes, it was just another day. If you closed your eyes, you were back in your apartment. If you closed your eyes, Leon was only your well-meaning boyfriend who just so happened to be into kinky shit.

Now it was your shorts and panties being yanked down in one swift movement, bunching at your bent knees, but he didn't bother to fully remove them. He didn't need to. His clothed cock rutted impatiently against your exposed sex, sparking up that familiar wet heat of pleasure to begin building between your thighs. Suddenly you were the impatient one.

Lucky enough for you, you didn't even get a chance to complain before he was lowering to his knees at the end of the bed, burying his face between your legs to lap at your slick folds from behind. You let out a quiet whine and attempted to wiggle your hips closer to his affection-- he thought about yanking at your leash to tell you 'no,' but, hey... it was your birthday. So he let it slide.

His skilled tongue lapped at every drop of you, swirling and sucking at your clit and routinely wandering back to trace over your fluttering hole, determined not to let any of your arousal go to waste. Every little gasp and whine that fell from your lips served to spur him on, and now he was tugging at your leash just for fun, amused by the way you would choke a little bit and gasp for breath every time.

"Tastes so fucking good," He groaned into your cunt, the vibrations making you squirm and want for more. "Like candy. My own little puppy girl lollipop."

Eager as he was to fuck you right then and there, he couldn't stop himself from drinking you in like ice water on a hot day. You deserved it, after all, his sweet little puppy princess. So, in spite of himself, he took his time with you.

His free hand ghosted up the inside of your thigh to tease at your dripping hole, watching in awe as his own digit sank into you, and then another. He observed with stars in his eyes as your needy cunt seemed to suck him in deeper, only solidifying to him just how badly you really wanted it. More often than not, you would shy away whenever he initiated, but not today. Not on your birthday.

Leon curled his fingers up in search of that familiar spongy spot that made you cry out and go weak, your knees wobbling on the mattress as you readjusted your arms in an attempt to hold yourself up. It was cute, he thought, just how easy it was to make you fall apart at the seams.

"Daddy," You gasped out, slippery walls clenching tightly around his fingers. "Please, please..."

And again, typically he would make you verbalize what you wanted, if it were any other day. You could have asked him for practically anything right now and he would have given it to you, so he did.

"Alright, alright, sweetheart," He said, withdrawing his fingers from you to rise back up on his feet and discard his own clothing. "Can't keep the birthday girl waiting. That wouldn't be very nice, would it?"

"Mm-mm," You shook your head in agreement, trembling and wiggling your hips without even really realizing it.

He couldn't help but chuckle lowly at this, a smirk tugging at his face as his cock sprung free from his boxers with a quiet, wet slap against his navel. Giving himself a few gentle strokes just to ease the pressure, Leon pulled you up by your leash just a little bit to surprise you and ensure your attention before lining himself up at your entrance, fucking into you with an uncommon gentleness.

Your head was spinning, mouth falling open with a slow, pleasured mewl at the feeling of him splitting you open like that, every inch of him dragging deliciously against your inner workings until the head of him bumped against your cervix, giving you a little jolt. You were already panting for breath, your hair falling in front of your face and you couldn't even care enough to move it as he stilled inside you for a moment, reveling in the warm, tight cavern of you.

Then, with a soft groan, he began to rock into you. The bedroom was blooming with the scent of sex as your arousal only continued to grow, slicking his length with your juices.

"F-Fuck," You whined, head falling forward to rest lazily on the mattress and as a result, your legs spread just a little wider to accommodate the new position, allowing him to drive even deeper into you than you were expecting. Your face went red hot and you barely realized you were drooling a little bit as he gripped you by your hip and drove into you with ardor.

"That's right, pretty baby," Leon cooed, looping your leash around his knuckles a few more times just so he could see the fucked-out look on your face. "Feels so good, doesn't it?"

You nodded dumbly in place of a more proper response, knowing you could get away with it tonight. 

"Mhm, I know it does. Just look at you," He mused.

And in that moment, he decided he really wanted to just look at you. So he yanked at your leash harder than ever before, drawing you upright until your back was flush against his chest, his mouth right in your ear so he could kiss you and taunt you. The pace of his hips picked up speed as he continued to lose himself to the feeling of your plush walls and the sounds of your incoherent whining, your chest heaving for breath as the leash pressed on your throat just enough to make you feel a little tingly and weak.

His warm hand closed around your breast, kneading and playing and tugging at your nipple just to make you squirm. You were such a perfect little plaything.

“So cute… Just so fucking cute,” The words were growled out right into your ear and you clenched around him in response, face burning. “Maybe for my birthday this year, you can really make me a daddy. Give me a little baby just like you to fawn over and spoil.”

And sure, you knew it would be a terrible idea to agree to that, but… you weren’t exactly in the clearest state of mind right now. So you nodded, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder while he drove into you with a measured pace, his hand roaming down to rest on your stomach.

“Yeah? Gonna let me fuck a baby into you, sweet thing? You want daddy’s baby for your birthday?”

It was evident that he’d learned by now you could be especially pliant while otherwise distracted. You were crying out yes and please without even really thinking about it– or whole-heartedly agreeing with it, which he knew, but didn’t really care so long as it benefitted him in the end.

Your climax was fast approaching and he knew it, judging by the way you were pulsing around him and squirming in his tight hold, your breaths short and quick and your skin burning hot. With a knowing grin that you couldn’t see, he lowered his hand once more until the tips of his fingers found your engorged bud like muscle memory, rubbing tight circles with just the right amount of pressure that he knew would be enough to send you over the edge.

“There you go baby, c’mon,” He grunted into your ear, “Let go for me…”

The added stimulation had you twitching and shaking, your eyes screwed shut as you clawed at his arms for any sort of purchase. A string of curses and whines crested from your pouting lips until you began to convulse around him, a rush of arousal spilling out around his cock. The warm, wet feeling of you alone was enough to tip him over into his own end, and you were graced with the distinct feeling of his cock erupting into your waiting womb.

He rutted into you a few more gentle times, pressing a languid kiss to your cheek before dropping the leash, forcing you back down to the mattress by the back of your head. You whimpered and squirmed uncomfortably as you felt the gravity drive his load deeper into you, and it didn’t take a stroke of genius to discern he had done it on purpose.

“Better sit still like that, pup, let nature take its course,” Leon said as though it was obvious, taking a few steps back to admire the image of you. “Did you have a good birthday?”

You felt quite gross, sure, but all things considered… “Yeah, I-I did. Thank you, daddy…”

[explorevenus]

something permanent, pt. 6 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call the cops i stg

reminder that this is a dark fic, if any of the following bothers or triggers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, forced breeding (and therefore pregnancy), corruption/training, dubcon

in other words, dead dove: do not eat !!! you have been warned and you are responsible for your own media consumption.

chapter index: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7

word count - 5.9k

description - reader hasn’t been herself since finding out she’s pregnant. leon decides a little sunshine might do her some good.

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, no use of (y/n), pet names (princess, angel, doll, pup, etc.), forced daddy kink, corruption/training, stockholm syndrome, reader is in captivity, also reader is pregnant now (sorry to spoil it for those of u who haven’t read pt. 5 yet), mentions/descriptions of dissociation, sundress shenanigans, public sex (p in v), creampie, breeding kink, housewife kink, praise, dumbification, dollification, food/eating mentions, i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

a/n - guys i’m literally soooooo sorry it took me forever to write this lmfao aaaa i know i’ve said this like 40 times but the past month was just super busy and chaotic for me in like every single aspect of my life </3 but it’s here now and i hope it was worth the wait ;w; ily guys and thank u for being so patient and sweet and supportive srsly it means the world to meeee

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Remember that scene in New Moon where Bella just sits in front of a window for three months straight?

That’s what you felt like.

The days passed by in a blur as you laid motionless in bed, then weeks, all spent staring at the blank wall. You couldn't stop thinking about it.

Leon's unfiltered grin as you sat curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, knees pulled tightly to your chest, hands clutching your hair at the roots as you sobbed. He rubbed your back and kissed your face and shushed you for what very well may have been hours. Time hadn't exactly felt real since you found out.

After a while he carried you to bed, figuring you'd tire yourself out eventually. He knew this wasn't going to be easy for you-- you could only be so brave-- but it did break his heart to see you so... corpse-like, for a lack of a better descriptor. You laid so still in bed for so long, refusing to get up for anything that he would make sure to double check you were breathing every now and then.

For the first few days, he let you have your fit. He knew you were just scared, just exhausted by all that resisting... his poor, frightened little princess. But you would come around. You had to.

Now it had been weeks and he couldn't stand to watch you wither away anymore, especially not with his baby in your belly.

Leon put a hand on your shoulder from behind, rubbing you softly with his thumb. You hadn't reacted, so at first he figured you were sleeping. When he leaned over your still form for a better look at your face, he noticed your eyes were open, bloodshot and dry, staring off into space with a dead expression. Had you even been blinking? It felt like a shot to the heart.

"Sweetheart..." He whispered softly, brushing his knuckles over your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

You didn't respond. You couldn't. You'd screamed and cried until your throat went hoarse. There were no words left to speak anymore.

Leon sighed, brushing your hair away from your face, putting his ear up to your back just to make sure he could hear your heartbeat, hear your breathing. "I know you're scared, princess, but this is going to be so good for us, for you," He spoke against your warmth. "You're going to be just fine, I promise. I'm here for you every step of the way."

Once again... you didn't respond. He'd said it all many times before. You just huffed out a short, hardly noticeable breath from your nose, blinking slowly, gaze still fixed on the bare wall ahead of you.

Still, Leon persisted. "Come on, baby, let's get up, now... You wanna go sit outside for a while? Take a bath, have something to eat?"

You shook your head so slightly he barely registered the movement.

He was trying so hard not to be angry with you, but you'd been refusing to move for weeks now and the longer you kept it up, the more worried he felt about the baby. You'd barely had a bite to eat or a sip of water since you found out, something that pained him deeply but he thought you would snap out of it. He had no idea how to proceed. He wasn't expecting it to be like this. With the precious cargo you were carrying, he couldn't bring himself to get too rough with you, but he couldn't just sit back and watch you rot, either.

With a measured breath he sat back, taking a step out of the dark, stale bedroom to collect himself where you couldn't see him. He didn't want you to feel like a burden, too.

Leon paced the house as he wracked his brain for a solution. He could drug you, but he didn't want to risk it now that you were pregnant. If he tried to hold you down and force feed you, not only would that make things leagues worse, it was possible you'd hurt yourself trying to fight him off of you like he knew you would. This was shaping up to be his biggest hurdle with you yet.

While he was unsure how exactly he was going to pull it off, Leon had a feeling it might cheer you up a bit to get out of the house. You would be safe as long as you were with him, and maybe if you realized what he would be willing to grant you for good behavior, you'd feel more incentivized to pull yourself out of this slump.

Whether you wanted to or not, however, he knew you needed a bath and he didn't plan on taking you anywhere until you'd at least had that. He had an inkling it would make you feel better, too.

Leon took a deep breath to collect himself and prepare for you to fight him before he returned to the bedroom.

Unsurprisingly, you still hadn't moved. He approached warily, kneeling at the side of the bed directly in your unmoving line of sight. Your eyes were so vacant, it was like you were looking through him. Leon brushed a lock of your messy hair away from your face before speaking softly, "C'mon, pup. Let's take a bath, okay?"

You made an unintelligible noise of disapproval but otherwise didn't react. He was actually a bit shocked by how easy it was for him to scoop your limp body into his arms and lift you from your place on the bed.

What he didn't know was that the fight had largely drained out of you now. Like, seriously this time. You weren't stupid-- you knew this was the end of any slim chance you might have had to escape. You knew he was scarcely going to let you out of his sight now that you were carrying his child. You knew every safety precaution and escape prevention measure he'd already implemented was going to ramp up by roughly ten thousand percent. This was truly the end for you, the nail in the coffin of the life that once was. You were at his mercy now and you knew it.

So, you figured, why try at all? If he was so intent on controlling each and every aspect of your life, then why not let him? Why not make him? You couldn't care less about yourself anymore. You didn't even feel like yourself anymore. Every last ounce of autonomy you had left had been consumed by him.

Those were the only thoughts trudging through your dizzy, muddy brain as he sat you on the countertop, trying to undress you as you slumped into his shoulder. It was all you could bring yourself to think about as he lowered you into the bathtub full of water that was just a little bit too hot. By the time he began cupping the scalding water in his hands to wet your hair, you felt as though you were watching it all happen in third person. You weren't you anymore, you were Leon's dumb little helpless puppy, and that's all you would ever be.

You were brought out of your trance a little when you realized, seconds later, that he'd asked you something. "Hm...? W-What?" You said weakly, voice hoarse as he scrubbed you with sweet smelling soap.

He smiled softly, shaking his head as he repeated himself, "I asked if you feel better, sweetheart. Do you?"

"Oh..." You trailed off in thought for a moment. Did you? Did it matter? "I guess," You whispered flatly. "T-Thanks."

"Good," Leon hummed, running a soapy washcloth over the expanse of your back. You were getting a little bony and it was making him nervous. "How would you like to go out with me today?" He asked.

It took you a second to respond, given that was a question you never expected to hear from him in a million years. You turned to look at him almost suspiciously through your wet hair. "Go... out?" You rasped.

"Mhm," Leon nodded, rinsing the washcloth with water so he could wipe away what was left of the soap. "I think it'd be nice to get out of the house for a while, don't you? You've been so good for me, princess. You deserve it."

You nodded eagerly, gazing up at him through your lashes. "W-Where are we going?" You asked.

"I don't know, sweetheart, where would you like to go?"

You could have vomited just from the sudden influx of excitement. Not only was he taking you out of the house, he was giving you the choice of where you wanted to go. You wished you had more time to strategize, but you had a feeling he would catch on to your impure thoughts if you took too long to answer him, so you spewed out the first thing that came to mind.

"I-I wanna go to the botanical garden," You blurted out. "I wanna walk around and look at all the flowers."

Leon hummed in thought for a moment before pressing a kiss to the crown of your freshly washed hair. "You wanna go look at the pretty flowers, princess?" He asked, lips brushing against you.

"Mhm," You nodded, toying with the surface of the water with your fingertips.

"I think that sounds really nice. What a good suggestion, sweet girl," He agreed, brushing his lips over your temple before reaching for the plug to drain the bathtub. "But... I need you to promise me two things before we leave, okay?"

Leon reached for the fluffiest pink towel he could find before helping you slowly get up from the tub, wrapping you up with a soft kiss to your forehead. A bit faint just from standing, you wobbled on your feet as you blinked slowly and answered him, "Okay..."

He wrapped his arms around you to steady you, bringing the towel up to dry off your hair, "Number one, you hold my hand at all times, no matter what," He began. You expected the next request to be just another way to say 'no running off' but were surprised as he continued. "Number two," He said, "You have to eat something before we leave."

"M'not hungry..." You sighed, taking his hand as he led you back into the bedroom.

"Well, that's too bad, sweetheart," He replied, messing up your hair playfully. "You gotta eat something, or no botanical garden. It's non-negotiable."

Leon helped you to sit on the bed as he rummaged through the closet for you. His eyes quickly landed on a thin white sundress of yours, one he'd taken a liking to when he first saw you wear it... from a distance. But that was before, this is now, and now you'd be wearing it while pregnant with his child. He thought it was perfect.

He laid out the dress neatly on the bed next to you as you brought your towel up to dry your hair. The sundress was soon joined by a pair of frilly white socks and and comfortable white shoes. Leon always dressed you quite femininely but this was... pastoral. You eyed the outfit with an unreadable look on your face as Leon began applying lotion to your freshly showered skin.

Leon was always adamant about your post-bathing ritual. It was no secret he loved to take any opportunity he could find to pamper and dote on you, and while it might have been something that seriously gave you the creeps just a few months ago, it had come to be something you looked forward to every day. It was nice to be so thoroughly cared for, to have someone who would pay such close attention to your every need.

And it wasn't so bad having a strong, handsome man like Leon rubbing lotion into your naked body.

You recoiled at the thought, turning your head away as if you were worried he could hear what you were thinking. Cheeks going red, you busied yourself continuing to pat your hair dry with the towel.

Leon raised an eyebrow, kissing up the length of your leg as he began the transition from lotion to a light sunscreen-- he couldn't have his poor darling burning up in the sun, after all-- and there was a certain knowing gleam in his blue eyes as he asked, "Something the matter?"

"Mm-mm," You hummed, shaking your head. "Just spaced out for a second."

He nodded slowly, an air of playful suspicion to him now. Sometimes you wondered if he really could read your thoughts.

As soon as Leon was satisfied with your skin care, he watched as you stood to get dressed before beckoning you into his lap so he could brush your hair. You felt a familiar warmth pooling between your legs as you slid into his lap. Screwing your eyes shut in an effort to regroup, you silently cursed the universe for making you feel so sensitive today. You had a feeling it was a symptom of your... condition.

The fact that your body had betrayed you in so many ways made you want to scream. First your brain began to soak him in like a sponge, then your womb accepted his seed. Now, as if it were some primal monkey brain shit at play, you were finding yourself more and more infatuated with him by the day and you were hardly even that pregnant yet.

You sat stiffly in his lap as he gently brushed out every last little knot in your hair, careful not to tug too hard, pressing the odd kiss to your shoulders every now and then. It would seem your pregnancy had softened something in him, too-- not that you were really surprised. After all, this was what he'd wanted since the day he laid eyes on you for the first time.

Your internal commentary was interrupted by his voice as he finished up brushing your damp hair. "What do you want to eat, honey?"

You shrugged apathetically. "I don't care. You pick," You mumbled.

It wasn't an easy task for Leon to ignore your apathy. He was really worried about you, but he didn't want to stress you out, either, not any more than you already were. If handling the bulk of your decision-making for a while was what it would take to get you back on track, he would do it gladly-- not that he wouldn't do it regardless-- but he ached to see you smile again. He missed your sweet personality. He missed the light in your eyes, or whatever was left of it after all these months of captivity.

Leon took hold of you at the waist to lift you from his lap so he could stand and lead you downstairs to the kitchen, a hand at the small of your back the whole time you walked. He took notice of the fact that you hadn't even chanced a look at the sliding glass door like you normally would. You kept your head down and just followed his lead. He wasn't sure whether he should feel proud of your obedience or more deeply worried about your lack of concern.

He lifted you up into a chair at the kitchen island, pouring you a glass of juice to keep you occupied while he decided on something to make for you. You sipped idly at the juice, confident it hadn't been tampered with given you watched him prepare it for you.

"What are you most excited to see at the gardens?" Leon asked over his shoulder, cracking two eggs into a pan. He was trying to keep you engaged, distracted from whatever thoughts were swimming around in that little head of yours.

You shrugged again. "I'm just excited to go outside, honestly," You hummed, taking another sip of juice.

Leon nodded. "I think it'll be good for you, sweetheart. You need some vitamin D," He agreed, as if it wasn't his fault that you were in this position to begin with. It didn't go over your head but it didn't phase you, either-- you were used to the irony of it all by now. He continued, "What's your favorite flower?"

You resisted the urge to make a sideways comment, to tell him he should know that already since he clearly knows so much about you. Biting it back, not wanting to ruin what was currently shaping up to be a pretty good day, you answered simply and honestly, "Bleeding hearts."

"Hm... pretty and pink. I'm not surprised," He smiled softly, putting two slices of bread in the toaster as your eggs cooked.

You let out a little huff of breath that was easy to mistake for a laugh, and Leon did. His smile grew as he assumed you were feeling better already. It wasn't long before he presented you with a plate of eggs and toast, something he figured would be bland enough not to upset your empty stomach but would still provide you enough sustenance to be walking around in the sun for the afternoon. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes when he provided you with colorful plastic cutlery to eat with, clearly made for children. His safety measures for you were already multiplying each day since you'd returned three positive pregnancy tests.

As much as the thought of eating something made your sour stomach twist up into knots, the thought of Leon forcing you to eat something made you even more violently ill. Again, you decided not to test his patience today. You picked at the food on your plate with a shaking hand as he rubbed your back to encourage you, and it wasn't long before you switched into an entirely different mode of brain function in order to complete the task. Seconds melted into minutes as the food disappeared slowly from your plate and your eyes glazed over into a blank expression. Leon didn't seem to notice.

Well, that, or he didn't really care as long as you were doing what he'd asked of you.

You were halfway through your second piece of toast when you were gripped back to reality by the sound of his voice once again.

"Good girl," He hummed lowly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Doin' so good for me, aren't you?"

You nodded vacantly, casting a weak smile at him. It was in that moment you realized that last half-slice of toast was the only thing left-- for the first time in months you'd actually cleared your plate. Leon could barely contain his pride.

As much as it irked you to play by his rules, you had to rationalize it somehow. You weren't the only one eating anymore.

You quickly brushed off the thought, preferring to act as though you weren't pregnant at all, for your own sanity. If you put too much energy into thinking about it, it'd ruin your day, and all you really wanted right now was one day to pretend this wasn't happening, to pretend Leon was just your sweet, well-meaning boyfriend taking you out on a date, to pretend this was normal and you'd asked for this.

To pretend you weren't growing a piece of him inside of you.

When you came to again Leon was helping you put your shoes on. The journey from the kitchen island to the front door passed by in a blur and now you were in his passenger seat, Leon's warm, broad hand on your thigh as the sunny city rolled by through the window, music playing quietly from the speakers. Without even realizing it, you squirmed into his touch, subconsciously enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours, the feeling of connection. It stirred something inside you that was just a little too confusing to address right now.

"It's pretty out today," You said, now trying to distract yourself from your own brain.

"It is, huh?" He asked, lip upturned in a handsome smile as he squeezed your leg in agreement. "You picked a good day to go look at the flowers."

"Mhm," You hummed, sitting up in your seat just enough to get a better view of the landscape around you. "What day is it?" You asked.

Leon quirked an eyebrow at you curiously. "Wednesday," He said. "May 31."

"May 31," You repeated to yourself in a near whisper, and he watched as the cogs turned in your head. "We've been together for... five months?"

"Six," He corrected you gently, thumb caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh. "Six months, princess."

It was odd to think it'd been that long since you'd last slept in your own bed, but at the same time, it was a little jarring to know it'd only been that long. As far as you were concerned, you could have been under his roof for a full year now, but no... only six months. Less than a school year, a season and a half, just two thirds of a human gestation period. You swallowed dryly as you made the realization that you would likely be birthing Leon's child just weeks after the anniversary of your capture.

The universe can be quite cruel with its timing.

Moments later the botanical gardens came into view and you could hardly sit still. Leon was soaking in your excitement, glad that his plan to get you out of the house was seeming to work. He hadn't seen you literally squirm with excitement since... well, since before he actually took you in. It was a lovely sight and it restored his faith in his own ability to support your well-being.

Leon parked the car and looked over to you, putting a hand over yours to grab your attention as you reached to unbuckle your seatbelt. "Sweetheart," He said, "Do you remember what you promised me?"

You nodded impatiently.

"I want to hear you say it, doll," He added.

"I promised to hold your hand the whole time, no matter what," You recited his instruction back to him, squeezing his hand as if to drive the point home that you understood and planned to obey him. "I still promise."

Leon smiled softly, taking the keys out of the ignition and gifting you a sweet kiss for being so smart. "Good girl. Let's go, then."

He was quick to circle around and open your door for you, taking your hand tightly in his own as the two of you began to walk. The entrance to the botanical gardens loomed tall and green overhead, a twisting arch spotted with blossoming flowers in several different colors. A gentle breeze carried the sweet, fragrant smell with it, blanketing the surrounding area with a floral aroma that was impossible to miss. It was summer.

You were practically dragging Leon along behind you as you charged forward eagerly, drawn to the scent and the sight of life. Given most normal people were at work or at school in the middle of the week, the two of you had most of the gardens to yourselves save for the odd retired couple here and there. It was quiet and beautiful and perfect.

"Slow down, princess," Leon laughed softly, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you in closer to him. "The flowers aren't going anywhere."

"I know, I'm sorry," You couldn't quit beaming as you spoke. "I'm just so happy..."

Leon smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You don't need to apologize for being happy, baby," He said. "That's all I've ever wanted, you know that, right?"

You nodded, turning to him on your tip toes to give him a kiss.

It would seem that some time spent outdoors was something you both needed sorely. You were soaking up every last ray of sunshine like it was your job and Leon was taking immense pride in your obedience. Every last thing about this was the exact image of what he'd hoped for with you-- an afternoon stroll through the botanical gardens, his seed inside you, your hand in his, all smiles... It really was all he'd ever wanted.

"Look at these ones, daddy," Now it was your voice breaking him out of his train of thought. Leon looked over to see you burying your nose in a bush of baby blue hydrangeas. "They smell so good," You said, eyelids fluttering shut as you breathed in the air around them. You couldn't help but think they reminded you of the color of Leon's eyes. Perhaps that was why you were so drawn to them.

Leon drew in beside you, bringing one of the soft blue blossoms up to his nose. "They do, huh?" He grinned.

"Mhm," You nodded, your slight attention span being snatched up quickly by something you saw in the distance.

The paths through the garden wound up like a maze, each walkway communing around a carved marble structure, tall white pillars that circled around a statue of a woman. The statue depicted her draped in cool marble robes that hung from her body like water, a bundle of various flowers cradled in her arms. It was a fitting piece for such a place, surrounded by bushels of bright white roses.

"So pretty," You marveled, mouth agape as you rushed over to where the path opened up into that precious, artful sanctuary. Soft golden sunlight graced the curvature of the statue and the petals of each surrounding flower, the textured pillars cutting shadows in thick stripes over the marble and greenery.

Leon tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, hand on your hip from behind as he spoke into your ear to regain your attention. "Look, angel," He pointed to your left, directing your eyes over to a little nook in the pathway. "Bleeding hearts. Your favorite."

You gasped excitedly, tugging at his hand as you went barreling over there. The little pathway curved a few feet down into a dead end, a tunnel of carefully manicured bushes lined with your favorite flower blooming in abundance. Your eyes went starry and wide as you took your time appreciating each and every blossom to the very back of the tunnel. Leon followed close behind, basking in your expression.

At the end of the tunnel was a waist-high, standing placard. You were just looking down to read it when you were startled by Leon coming up close behind, gripping your hips firmly.

"Are you having fun, princess?" He asked lowly, nibbling at the shell of your ear, broad hands feeling over the thin fabric of your dress.

You nodded, blushing. "I am," You answered, and you were being honest. "T-Thank you, daddy."

Leon hummed with approval, warm breath casting over the curve of your neck as he spoke. "You're very welcome, sweetheart," He said, lips tracing lightly over the junction of your neck and shoulder, raising goosebumps in their path. "Been so good for me, haven't you? Such a good, sweet girl for your daddy..."

His hands continued to wander, one feeling up the texture of your dress until it reached your chest and the other slipping beneath the hem at the middle of your thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat, cheeks burning at the feeling of his fingertips dancing slowly up between your legs.

"W-Wait..." You sighed softly, thighs shifting around his hand. "What if someone sees?"

Leon hummed with indifference, dragging two fingertips over the seat of your panties, making you shiver. "Let them," He said. "Let them see just how completely you belong to me, huh, pup?"

You keened into his touch, planting your palms on the placard in front of you to maintain your balance. Becoming quickly drunk off of his affection, you tried one last time to convince him otherwise. "Won't we get in trouble?" You asked.

He responded with a low chuckle against your throat, like you were ridiculous for even asking. "I'm not worried about that, angel."

You wanted to ask why not but the question died in your throat when he pushed your panties aside and sank a finger into your wet folds, dragging slowly up until he brushed over your clit, making you twitch and purr. Subconsciously your hips rutted back toward him, bumping softly against his own, and he couldn't help but chuckle under his breath at how needy you were already. It took him all but two seconds to connect the dots as to why you were so sensitive for him.

The thought alone made his pupils dilate with lust, nearly swallowing his cobalt irises whole. He clamped his teeth into your shoulder dominantly, rubbing slow, hard circles into your jewel. You moaned, quickly biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to keep quiet.

Now it was his hips knocking impatiently into yours as he grew harder and harder beneath his jeans. You were so needy for him because you were pregnant with his child and finally, finally your body understood down to a cellular level that you belonged to him, that you needed him. The hand of his that was toying with your breast slid down to rest on your stomach. You weren't quite showing yet, but that didn't matter. He could feel his seed growing inside you, he could smell it on you, taste it on you. Now more than ever you were full of him.

"Mine," He growled into your hot skin, two fingers sinking into your slick hole without warning. You gasped, knuckles briefly whitening on the edges of the metal placard as your head swam with bliss-- it was only a couple of seconds before the sting melted away into pleasure as he pumped in and out of you. "All fucking mine..."

Holding back every last little noise, you didn't want to risk opening your mouth to speak. You bucked into the palm of his hand eagerly, beckoning him to continue, craving the full feeling of being stuffed with him.

Luckily for you, Leon was equally as anxious to get to the good part. He brought his hands away from you just long enough to unbuckle his belt and free his hard, weeping cock, flipping your dress up over the curve of your spine before he drove hungrily into your dripping pussy.

You couldn't stay quiet anymore. Your jaw dropped open with a high whine as you drove your hips back, pushing yourself back up against him until he was buried inside you as deeply as he could go. The palm of his hand quickly found your stomach again as he began pounding into you, the sound of skin on skin flooding the otherwise silent garden.

You mewled breathlessly, steadying yourself against the placard as your vision went blurry with need. "D-Daddy--"

"I've got you, pretty baby," He grunted into your ear, putting just enough pressure on your stomach to allow the both of you to more intensely feel the way he fucked into you. "My girl... my fuckin' girl. You're gonna be the prettiest mommy in the whole world, you know that? I'm gonna knock you up over and over and over again until you can't fucking stand it anymore, until you're begging me to stop..."

A deep shiver rolled over your body, fanning the flame that was growing inside you. You couldn't just feel how wet you were, you could hear it with every meeting of Leon's hips against your ass. You cried out an unintelligible string of curses and repeats of his name as a bead of your own arousal ran down the inside of your thigh.

"That's it, you like that, don't you, princess? My perfect little dolly, taking everything I give you and loving every second of it," He continued, littering your throat with bites and wet kisses as he spoke. "Gonna make you my wife and fuck you full of my babies and you're gonna love it. I can't wait until you start showing... then everyone will know you're mine."

The hand that was holding your hip just a second ago ghosted over your stomach and down between your legs, the pads of his fingers quickly finding your pearl. Your knees buckled a little as he began toying with you, rubbing in circles with various applications of pressure and speed until you were clenching around him, sucking his cock deeply into you until you could feel the swollen head of him knocking against your cervix. Tears welled up in your eyes as the pleasure continued to build and build and build in your core, each and every snap of his hips nudging you closer and closer to the edge.

If his words were true-- and you had a feeling he was serious about what he'd said-- then perhaps the future ahead of you wasn't so grim. He'd well and truly claimed you and as wrong as you knew it was, you felt electric, babbling and crying out in pleasured whines as he fucked you in broad daylight. You found yourself thinking that maybe you could get used to this.

Leon's teeth sank into your shoulder as your walls pulsed around him, tears spilling out over your cheeks as your vision went white and you soaked his cock with your release. Only seconds later you felt him shudder behind you as he buried himself into you down to the hilt and stuffed you full of his load.

He was whispering sweet little praises in your ear of a job well done while you floated back down to Earth, your vision clearing up again with time as you both caught your breath. He stayed inside you for now, pressing gentle kisses over the bite marks on your neck and shoulder. Once the world around you was in color again, everything just a little more vibrant to you now, your eyes focused on the placard you were perched on.

Dicentra, known as "bleeding hearts," are native to eastern Asia and North America. Part of the poppy family, these unique plants bloom in the Spring with pink and white heart-shaped flowers.

Bleeding hearts are said to symbolize unconditional love, but also heartbreak and sadness.

You didn't have time to digest the irony of that as your attention was pulled back to the matter at hand-- Leon slowly pulled out of you, cum leaking from your spent hole as he fixed your panties and dress. He buttoned his jeans and fastened his belt again, holding out his hand for you to take, a smug smile on his face as he asked, "Wanna look around some more?"

It took you a second to register his words, but finally you nodded, smoothing your dress down over your thighs before taking his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the little tunnel of bleeding hearts. It was hard to pretend like your legs weren't wobbly, and even harder to act like you couldn't feel the sticky pool of warm cum growing in the seat of your panties with every shaky step you took.

It was a lovely afternoon. The two of you enjoyed the serenity and color of the garden for another hour or so before deciding to call it a day.

Leon was feeling pretty proud of himself as you drifted into a content nap during the commute home. Looks like he'd pulled you out of that slump.