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But there will be no special consequences. Leon looks in the rearview mirror, which was specially lowered a little down so that he could observe your condition in case of anything, although there was no excitement. He just drove the car along an empty road, only occasionally there were cars driving straight back to the city. Outside there was only the forest and silence, but another hour of travel and he will settle you in a cozy warm house. A shared bedroom with warm blankets and soft pillows is already ready there. In the trunk he has three large boxes of boxes of your books that he collected in advance in the afternoon when you just left the apartment and some clothes for the first time, but Leon thought it needed to be washed, so it's okay that you sleep in his clothes…then he will buy you a lot of new things. In general, he will buy his baby whatever she wants…the thought made his lips lift in a slight smile.

He accurately calculated the dose of sleeping pills based on your weight, so the drug acted quickly but relatively safely. At least the feeling of nausea, dizziness and disorientation will haunt you for a while until the drug is removed from your body, but that's okay! Leon intended to look after you and take care of you until you finally come to your senses.

When the well-guarded and well-maintained with all the needs for housing finally appeared a few meters away, Leon turned off the engine as soon as he parked the car in the garage where, in addition to various tools with which he repaired his bike, there was also a collection of pistols. He opened the back door and carefully, like a porcelain vase, carefully carried it into the bedroom in his arms. Your head was leaning against his chest and while Leon was carrying you up the stairs, he could not resist the desire to kiss you at least on the forehead. Although it was uncomfortable, his lips touched only the top of your head, forcing you to squirm in his arms, causing an even bigger grin.

Leon opened the bedroom door, got to the bed in just a couple of steps, put you on the soft pillows and reached out to the bedside table, flicking his index finger on the small switch, turning on the lamp. A dim yellow light illuminated a small space, falling mostly on your placid sleeping face. Just like a real sleeping beauty… Leon stroked your cheek with his palm for some time, just admiring you and scrolling in his head how cruel this world is to such an innocent beauty. He saved Ashley, but for some reason she couldn't hook him like you, and Ada… well, it's interesting to solve this riddle woman for a while, but in the end the brain gets tired of the unsolvable task. He is a government agent and people with his profession value the usual stability more than anything else, for which they are ready to give all the money they earn. And you are his little archivist, who spent hours sitting in a dusty archive, sorting through folders with old reports and other documents. Even if you read something from this, you still don’t understand how dangerous it is outside, but he will protect you and you will love him. Necessarily.

However, now it was important for Leon to take care of his baby…

He wanted you to feel as little discomfort as possible after waking up, so getting up from the bed he found some old but clean things in the closet and going back to the bed began to change his little angel. Leon carefully unlaced and pulled your boots off your feet, placing them neatly next to you to put away later. Your jacket, skirt and even blouse followed by a bra. He could not help but hold an enthusiastic glance on your beautiful breasts, his palm gently slid over them, seeing how your nipples harden from the cold air soaring around the room and from this magnificent spectacle it became tight in his pants.

Your flawless appearance alone drove him crazy, causing an unbearable desire to undress himself and just lie down next to you, hugging, feeling your hands on his back. But he drove away the voluptuous obsession by taking his shirt in his hands, gently lifting your body to put your hands into the sleeves and fasten the top buttons, as if you were a doll that needed to be changed…who knows, maybe it will even become his favorite activity? In the end, somehow you got into the blood like smoke, penetrating deeper and deeper that it became impossible to get you out of his head.

Like a parasite, Las Plagas captured all thoughts without giving a single chance to escape, and if at first these feelings were frightening, then after watching you became an integral part of his life for six months. Leon convinced himself that he was taking care of you as he is now, laying you under a warm blanket with pillows so that you lay a little on your side if you suddenly start vomiting because of the drug and it's impossible not to touch your cheek with your lips at least once.

But you didn't wake up. And Leon still gave another kiss on the forehead, clasping your face with his hands, inhaling the fragrance of the desired body. His little songbird.

"You'll feel so good here with me. I promise."

He whispered and it was as if she heard something through a deep sleep, making him smile from the way your eyelids tremble in your sleep while he strokes you on the shoulder.

But while Leon left you to rest, going down to the first floor to unpack boxes of things and books that he took from your unsafe apartment. The door to the bedroom remained unlocked and even slightly ajar so that he could hear how you wake up.

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Of course, Leon never had a plan to kidnap anyone, but after all the traumatic events, some paranoia and … the horror that Jason was talking about begins.

As soon as the president's plane disappeared into the sky, Patrick talked incessantly about a pretty young archivist girl to whom he constantly turns up during breaks to treat coffee or a sweet bun to relieve boredom, but Leon always listened with half an ear when circumstances did not force him to go down to the archive and meet you there.

"Can I help?" your voice rang out among these endless folders with documents and boxes on dusty shelves from which his nose itched all the time. Leon tried to determine your location, but perfectly developed reflexes did everything for him when he abruptly turned around seeing you behind his back in a cute skirt, white blouse and jacket. From here, the alarm quickly subsided when he realized that there was no danger.

Perhaps he stared at you a little longer than he should, looking at every small detail on your face, forcing you to sigh impatiently and repeat your question. The agents rarely went down themselves, but mostly they just sent the archive a request and a deadline by which to provide the necessary information, often in digital form.

It was the first red flag and the first wave of feelings that came to him when you first met.

"So?…" you wanted to repeat the question for the third time, but he still spoke.

"Yeah…I need a report. Spain 2004. Los Illuminados" Memories rolled over him like an unpleasant wave, but you just nodded your head as you walked past him, carefully picking up a bunch of boxes, maneuvering between them so perfectly.

Leon only needed this report because of another outbreak in Africa. Not to him, but to his colleagues, however, it was faster to go down himself than to send a stupid request that is still unknown when they will see and process.

"I'm sorry for the mess, we have a little rearrangement and cleaning at the same time. What kind of report is needed? I'll look at the database" you stared at him with such cute eyes that he smiled at you, however, after taking a step, he stumbled over one of these damn boxes, after which you immediately flew up to him grabbing his forearm to help him get up. Not that he needed help, but it was nice.

"Are you hurt?" you asked quickly, to which Leon chuckled merrily. "God, I'm sorry, the last archivist made such a terrible mess here and they made me clean everything up alone. Do you need a Band-Aid?"

"No. It's all right, really, but it's nice of you," Leon dusted off his hands and you stared at his palms as if checking whether he really hurt himself. "But it's better to clean up everything here. It will be sad if such a cutie falls just like me"

You smiled at his compliment, not offended like the others. It touched his heart pleasantly.

"So what kind of report exactly is needed? I'll file it in a week."

"The Kennedy Report. The original." Leon said quickly, carefully catching the information on your face, however…nothing. Perhaps you haven't even touched it yet and haven't even heard anything about those events. Patrick said that you are very young and have only recently come here, so it would not be surprising.

"Okay, it will definitely take some time, but everything will be ideally as it should be. Is it urgent?"

"You have all the time in the world"

He doesn't remember how long it took before you finally pulled out a dusty folder from some box with other reports and handed it to him personally. It's funny that even when you found out that he is the same Kennedy, you practically did not react at all.

You dusted it off and sneezed yourself, so Leon could only hope you didn't have asthma or something. But something else was important because since then you have not left his thoughts.

Patrick told him about your favorite coffee and buns... More precisely, Leon himself saw that he constantly brings you to the archive during lunch. This helped him bond with you, so he started bringing you lunch and even helping with those huge heavy boxes. It's almost indecent that you weren't even given an assistant to put everything in order. And then soft unobtrusive touches began. Passing a cup of coffee, he could accidentally touch your fingers; you let him hold you by the waist as you walked down the stairs. It was easy for Leon to help you, and he even liked that you were like a little doll in his strong arms. It seemed like one careless move and he would accidentally break you.

At some point he was suddenly afraid that you might fall and get hurt or accidentally spill coffee on yourself or one of the many boxes would easily fall on you. There were so many dangers lurking at every corner and he could not always be there to save you. However, that didn't mean that he couldn't not take care of you. Unfortunately, you absolutely lacked care for your personal belongings, but Leon hacked your phone only for security reasons. In principle, there was nothing terrible, except for those moments when some narrow-minded friends invite his dear angel to some noisy clubs or meetings late at night. It wasn't good!

And Leon was most angry when you came home late at night, not worrying about what kind of bastards might harm you. God, you literally put your own life at risk, so of course he had to protect his beloved in every way possible, even if it meant locking you at home.

It was easy to find out the address, insurance number and other documents. D.S.O carefully checks all the details of the new employees, but fortunately everything was in order. And it didn't take much effort for Leon to find all the necessary information, although it took a lot of time to prepare for your forced move to him. Leon has fully equipped his country house, protecting all the sharp corners so that you don't hit. It bought a lot of soft pillows and warm blankets just for you, terry towels, favorite cosmetic products for skin care...Yes, breaking into your apartment also turned out to be a trivial matter. The problem was only that Leon was worried that you might be bored, so after looking at a bookshelf full of various books, he decided that it was worth taking them all with him along with the things from the closet. Well, your game console, too.

the preparation took about three weeks, considering that he also had some working moments that he could not ignore in any way. After all, he should be able to provide you with complete material well-being, because Leon intended to take care of his cute doll with all the love he was capable of. The only catch is that, despite the fact that you liked him, you always kept him at arm's length, just like Patrick, promising yourself no novels in the workplace. Especially with agents who can hurt your heart and soul for fun. That's why you refused Leon even a simple dinner, but this refusal only made him feel touched by you, showing how innocent you are, convincing him that, of course, you should be under his protection.

You thought he was nice and circumspect, but you, but how could you know that he hooked up a tracking device to your phone to know where you are always? Leon was a professional agent of the president himself, but he always looked after you in the car while you were walking to your house after work.

And yet you didn't let him get close to you. Therefore, when Leon realized that it would not work out in a good way, he moved to radical measures by preparing a syringe.

One move and grabbing you with one hand, closing your mouth in a dark alley not far from your own house. Frightened, you put up minimal resistance trying to hit the attacker in the groin and run away as far as possible, since the shoes were comfortable enough, but it was still a lost cause in advance

"Stop messing around, it's for your own good, sweetheart"

The frightened brain tried to do at least something to try to escape and escape, but what are the chances against it? It seemed to you that a steel grip completely squeezed you into a vice, cutting off oxygen and slowly plunging you into a thick abyss from which it was impossible to escape despite all the pathetic attempts to bite or hit opponent.

Being scared, you didn't even know who the voice belonged to. But it was because of your ridiculous floundering in an attempt to escape that Leon stuck a syringe in you, after which all the muscles seemed to turn to stone.

"Shh, everything will be fine sweetie." Leon turned you around to face him when consciousness was already leaving. "So go to sleep and be the good girl you always were. And I'll take care of you..."

Someone else's lips gently touched your face, once he easily picked you up in his arms, quickly laying you on the back seat of the car.

Everything is fast perfect fast clean and no witnesses.

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While you were resting on the top floor, Leon set up cameras in the house so that you could monitor your actions while he was not at home. Actually, he was thinking about a comfort zone like the one in the last apartment - a small cozy hanging chair, a cute fluffy white rug and a small table lamp with a coffee table where you could put a mug with a hot drink while reading a book or watching TV. He even figured out in his mind exactly where in the house it would be best to arrange while taking the boxes out of the trunk into the living room. The luggage wasn't too big, Leon decided a long time ago that he had more than enough money to buy everything for you himself, but it should take a couple of days before the drug he injected into you finally gets out of your body, so your things will lie in the next room for a while, which a little later, maybe in a year or two will become a nursery.

Leon looked into the bedroom again when he put all the boxes together, but you continued to sleep in the same position in which he left you. Smiling, he had a desire to take a break and drink coffee. In complete silence, only grasshoppers were chirping outside and a strong wind was making noise, as if foreshadowing bad weather, everything was quiet when he sat down on the sofa holding the remote control. It took no more than a couple of hours before something fell with a crash upstairs, forcing Leon to quickly jump to his feet and instantly run down the stairs, opening the bedroom door and seeing you on the floor trying to get back on your feet.

Poor bunny, but Leon will take care of you...

I'm a little burned out for writing, despite the fact that I have a lot of requests that I still want to answer. It's just that my psychological state does not allow me to make beautiful and smart sentences even in my native language, so I don't even know if I will finish this nonsense with yandere Leon. Reviews are welcome at least because they cheer up the author by showing that you care.

 It’d been a long time since you had such a good night's sleep, not even realizing the way you conked out completely on top of Leon. The even sound of his heartbeat in your ear – ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump – lulled you like the world’s best white noise machine. His warmth was comforting in a way no space heater could be. The smell of his fresh and spicy cologne was familiar. The combination was killer and before you knew it, not even the rumbling in your stomach was enough to keep you awake on top of him. It was reminiscent of the nights you’d spent in his apartment all those weeks ago after everything happened. Leon was your comfort, he was your safe space. After speaking with Dr. Birkin, while still not fully having come to terms with things, you were at least able to get rid of the guilt and lean into the man under you – leaving you weightless, at least for the moment. 

When you woke, it was due to the feeling of wind on your face, cold air stinging at your nose. The feeling of confinement made you panic, gasping as you clawed around until you realized you were no longer on your couch, but Leon’s jeep. 

“You good?” He asked, looking over to you. You were too busy looking around in confusion, panting as you tried to calm down. “Yeah I’m just… I’m confused.” “Confused about what?” He asked, cooly flipping on the blinker, his free hand making its way over to your thigh giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We were on the couch, and now I’m in the car. What happened?” “That was this morning, don’t you remember?” You shook your head. “No, no I –” “Hey, it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. You’re probably just tired.” 

It was dark out, definitely well into the middle of the night if you had to guess. The only lights were the high beams of his jeep and the overhead moon — no familiarity of the city. Just thick trees and empty grass fields every now and then. If Leon hadn’t been with you, heavy hand on your leg, you’d have panicked from sheer lack of awareness. The sound of his voice cleared your head. “I honestly thought you’d have been out longer.” “I don’t understand.” You paused for a moment, fidgeting with the soft knit sleeves of your sweater — you hadn’t remembered changing clothes either. “We fell asleep on my couch after ordering food. I don’t remember anything after that . . . but I don’t get why I was tired again if we slept. Where are we even going? Leon, I’m really confused right now.” “Hey, hey. It’s alright.” He cooed, moving the hand that was resting on your thigh to gently pry your own from its fidgeting, kissing your knuckles gently. “Relax.” “That doesn’t answer—“ “I’m getting to that.” He assured, laying your hand back onto your lap with his on top. Whatever road you were on was long and winding, barely even speed signs posted throughout. “Sometimes people are just tired, it happens. After we woke up we ate the leftover food, you were talking about stress. I said you needed to relax, I suggested we go on a trip, away from it all for a change.” An odd uneasiness washed over you at his words. “I don’t remember any of that.” Flashbacks were coming to you the more you saw the pathway, the drive out to the camping spot with Derek, what came next. ‘That wasn’t real. That wasn’t real.’ You tensed, feeling a wave of nausea hit you. “We’re not going camping right?” “No. No, of course not!” “Where are we going then?” “To an old farmhouse.” He said casually. “It’s actually mine. Was left to me by someone I guess I’d consider my adopted father when he passed away. It’s old, but the land is beautiful, there’s tons of cute critters you can see too. Hey, you alright?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m just held up on the fact that I don’t remember any of this.” “Well you know, gaps in memory are a thing. That’s what the Doctor said, right?” “Yeah I guess, but this just feels so immediate. I mean — my job requires two weeks notice. It just doesn’t sound like me to do something so abrupt.” “I took care of it.” “What?” “Your job, I took care of it for you. You brought that up as your first concern. And then your meeting with Doctor Barkin. I have you covered on both fronts, he can do virtual sessions.” “Oh. Ok.” A thick silence overcame you both as you settled back into the carseat, rubbing at your tired eyes. “What about Mrs. Wilson?” “What about her?”  “I was still checking in on her when I could…even after…you know…when my leg was hurt. At least I tried to.” Truthfully it had only been a few times over the course of those weeks that you managed to make it over to the old woman’s apartment. But you did call more often to check-in, ordered groceries and other items she needed. “Don’t worry about that either.” “You sure?” “Yeah. I promise, I have everything taken care of. All you need to do is relax, rest. It’ll be alright.” “Ok.” What else could you say? It felt strange, the whole situation felt strange, but everything always did. There was no point in questioning him further or arguing, so you instead focused on the drive, sitting quietly in your seat. 

“We’re almost there.” He added, breaking the tension. “Maybe 30 more minutes at most.”

You nodded in response, returning to leaning against the doorframe watching the scenery pass by. The road had narrowed out into an open field, the pavement replaced by a dirt road that expanded farther out than you could see past the headlights. It felt eerie in an existential way, the expanse of field, being the only two alone on the empty road. It made you feel small and uneasy. True to his word, no more than 30 minutes later, the dirt road narrowed further into a tight path of trees with only enough room for one vehicle to pass. The dark tube of greenery opened up to reveal the house, just as Leon described. An old fashioned farm house — two stories with a gigantic wrap around deck. In the dim light it was hard to make out much more detail than that. “Here we are.” 

The inside was nicer than expected — but then given the upgrades Leon had made to his apartment, maybe it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. The plush sectional in the living room was huge, followed by a large TV mounted to the wall. Unlike his apartment there was more decor hung to the walls, little knick knacks scattered around. The place looked nice, lived in. 

You felt his arm wrap around you from behind, gently corralling you towards the staircase. Opposite of the stairs was a door, it looked different from the others you’d seen so far, too sturdy looking. A keypad type lock was above the hook-styled doorknob. “That’s fancy.” You pointed out as you let him guide you further up the stairs.  “Oh yeah – I keep some work equipment down there.” He replied quickly, his other hand adjusting to lift the bags he was carrying, ensuring they didn’t smack the stairs as he went.  The top floor plan was simple, two bedrooms, a large open area that connected to an upstairs balcony, and of course a bathroom. The bedroom was different, less modern than the setup of the downstairs. It was like it was ripped out of a vintage magazine, a fancy blue duvet set and a sturdy dark wood bed frame holding the king sized bed all together. No closet to be seen, but there was a matching dresser and wardrobe set. It was cozy. 

You followed Leon’s lead, setting your phone on the nightstand before unpacking your things. 

“You hungry?” He asked, folding the last of his things into the dresser drawer.  “A little, yeah.” 

“I can do breakfast for dinner. Tomorrow we can go to the store to get some actual groceries.” “Sounds good to me.” 

You followed him back downstairs, leaning against the island, watching as he flicked on the burner to heat up the pan. The smokey scent of bacon and the popping sizzle of grease filled the kitchen, making your stomach rumble. It felt domestic in a nice way, normal. You watched his broad shoulders from behind as he focused on cooking. You had the urge to hug him from behind, press a kiss to his back – you didn’t act on it though. 

The relationship between you was still strange, you weren’t able to put a label on it. Whatever the two of you were was trapped in some liminal space between couple, friends, and caretaker. It made you freeze before initiating on your end, even if you’d never deny it when he does it. To not have to deal with the feelings, you chose to take a better look around while you waited. Circling the living room a few times, running your hand over the soft fabric of the couch, before swinging around through the french doors into what looked like a sunroom repurposed into a library. The walls were covered in large bookshelves, each filled. Most were encyclopedias, college textbooks, science books for things you didn’t quite understand. There was a desk in the corner, an older looking laptop caked in dust sat on it. 

Nothing was really interesting to look at, you were going to return to Leon when you noticed an open shoebox settled on one of the shelves, almost missing it as it sat atop some shorter books. It felt like snooping, but your curiosity got the better of you, pulling it down to peek. It didn’t have a lot, some documents with a few pictures scattered. 

The first was an image of a younger looking Leon, same cropped hair and smile, but with far more boyish features. He was standing next to a stern looking man in a police uniform. Leon was holding what looked like a diploma of some kind. The next was a much more recent photo, dated for only a few months before you and Leon had even met. He was wearing that suit you saw him pack for work. “Oh shit –” You muttered to yourself, noting the girl standing next to him. “Ashley Graham?” It made sense, he worked for the government, but still, the president’s daughter? It seemed more than professional, the way he smiled at her, hand on his shoulder. 

You went to toss both images back into the box when you realized that the first had another stuck to it. It was just a picture of a girl, brown hair pulled over her shoulder as she looked off into the distance, sitting on a bench. There was nothing really noteworthy about it, no label or date either.  

“What are you doing?” Leon’s voice nearly made you jump out of your skin, seeing him standing in the doorway. “Sorry, I was just looking.” “Where’d you get those?”  “They were just in this box, sorry, I shouldn’t have looked without asking.” He took the photos from your hand eyeing them before tossing them back into the box for you. “It’s fine. I thought I’d tossed them all anyway.” He said, chucking the whole box into the trash on his way back to the kitchen.  “Why’d you do that?” 

“They’re just memories I’d rather not remember.” He said coolly as he set the plated food out on the kitchen island. 

“I can respect that.” You replied, not questioning him further. If there was anything you understood, it would be wanting to rid yourself of certain memories – though his were real pieces of his life. 

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The following morning started off rough. Out of habit you went to grab your phone off the nightstand the moment your eyes cracked open – yet all you felt was the hard wood of the table. You slapped your hand around a few times, still not feeling it. By the time Leon had woken up, you were buried into the wardrobe, digging into pockets of your own clothing, searching the bags too.  “What’s up?” He asked with a yawn, scratching the side of his head. Parts of his hair stuck up a little unkempt from sleeping. You frowned at him, shutting the wardrobe’s doors. “I can’t find my phone. I had it last night.” He nodded at you, rubbing some sleep from his eyes. “You sure? I don’t remember seeing it.” “Leon don’t… don’t say that please.”

“Ok, ok. Let me call it.” He plucked his own phone up, you could hear the quiet dial tone and ringing through his speaker, but no vibration or ringing anywhere else in the room. You chewed your lip out of frustration, tapping your foot on the ground. He rested his hands on your shoulders giving them a light squeeze. “Look, it’s almost time for your appointment with Dr. Birkin. Why don’t you focus on that and I’ll look for it?” “Well how am I supposed to even go to said appointment witho–” “I got you covered.” He said, placing a quick kiss to your temple. “Laptop downstairs, already logged in. Set it up last night.”

“Alright.” You conceded, not having much choice in the matter anyway. 

The appointment itself was standard. You talked about your feelings, he asked questions here and there. You answered. It didn’t feel nearly as emotionally heavy this time as before, and if anything you left feeling better having spoken about things again. It was also another sobering reminder of how much you needed Leon – how out of it you’d be without him. 

Stretching from the hour of sitting in an office chair, Leon knocked on the door frame to get your attention before making his way to you.  “How did it go?” “It went well.” “I’m glad to hear that.” 

“Did you ever find my phone?” “Unfortunately not, I checked everywhere, including the jeep.” “I guess I must’ve left it at home.”

“One less distraction from your mini vacation.” “Mmmm true.” You conceded, following him out the library. “You still need company for that trip to the store?” “Would be lonely going alone. Might even get lost in one of the aisles.” He said with that signature smirk of his. 

You couldn’t help but laugh in return. “Can’t let that happen.” The air outside was a little nippy, not wanting to change you asked if you could borrow a jacket. He pointed you to the hall closet, the one just inside the front door. You prodded around, there were several of what you assumed were Leon’s hanging up. A leather one with white stripes on the arms had your interest, you almost grabbed it when you saw a different one next to it. The bright red color caught your eye as you moved to pull it off of the hanger. It was smaller than the others, a woman’s styled leather jacket. You wondered for a moment why he would have something like that – an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy sparking up for a moment, you pushed it away telling yourself it didn’t matter. You slid the jacket on, fitting like a glove. It still had the lingering scent of perfume on it, one you recognized as your own. Not lingering to think about the situation further, you ran back out to the jeep. “There you are. Took so long I was starting to think you got lost in there.” When Leon lifted his head from the radio to look at you, his expression changed entirely, posture stiffening up like a cat.  “Yeah, almost found my way to Narnia.” You joked, settling into the carseat. “Why are you wearing that?” His voice was sharp, sounding like some kind of accusation, not a question.  “Well all I found were heavy winter coats and leather jackets. I saw this and thought it would be a better fit.” His knuckles turned white as he grasped onto the steering wheel, vision straight ahead at the house. He held his breath in for a moment, like a cartoon character about to pop and let steam out of their ears. “That belongs to her, it isn’t for you to wear.”  You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Immediately you were on edge, swallowing down that nervous dryness in your throat. “I’m sorry – “ “Take it off.” “Right, I can go grab another —” “No, give it to me.” He said, putting his hand out expectantly. 

Not wanting to argue with him, and more confused than anything, you quickly unzipped the jacket, sliding it off and handing it to him. Shuddering a little from the cold breeze hitting you now. He took it, tossing it into the back seat, his other hand still glued to the wheel, squeezing it tightly.  “I’m sorry if I did something wrong.” “I think it’s best if you stay here.” “But Leon “ “Out of the car!” He snapped, this time pointing back to the house. The sound of his voice made you jump in your seat, scrambling to open the door and step out onto the grassy ground. The moment the jeep’s door was shut, he was backing away so loud the tires whirred loudly, kicking up some of the dirt on the ground as he spun it around and took off down the road, leaving you where you stood, some mud specks on your face.  It reminded you of the movie theaters, getting left there out in the cold. The hurt and anxiety you felt after. But this was really happening, and you had no idea why. Standing there for a few seconds, like a lost child, you looked around taking in the place now in the view of sunlight. The dark trees that wrapped around the property danced in the wind. The house itself is more visible, the wooden exterior plated over itself, white painting chipping from the sides. You moved to stand on the wrap-around patio, following it around the house and towards the back yard to get a better view of the property you couldn’t see in the shadows of the previous night. 

There wasn’t much to see from where you stood. A small garden in the back that hadn’t been maintained in sometime from the wild weeds and flowers that were scattered about. A decorative white fence latticed in vines and other foliage wrapped around the backyard, separating that section of land from the rest. Your standard hammock like bench-swing swung idly in the wind on the back part of the patio.

With nothing more to see and the chill of the outside creeping up again, you made your way back inside, relishing in the warmth of the house. Not sure how long you decided to stay outside, or even what time it was, instinctively you reached for your phone, patting at your pocket before remembering that it wasn’t with you. ‘Shit.’ You cursed inwardly, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

Without Leon around, the house felt huge. It occurred to you that you were really all alone out in the middle of nowhere. No vehicle, no Leon, and not even a phone. It made your spine tingle, you squirmed a bit in place to get the feeling to go away before deciding to flop onto the couch.

‘I don’t get why he’s so upset. I would’ve just changed.’ You thought to yourself, mindlessly flipping through streaming apps. ‘Who is she anyway?’ The thought of Leon being angry with you made you want to cry. You didn’t though – managing to keep it together enough to idly watch some stupid show. 

You hadn’t really paid attention to how many episodes you watched or how much time had passed. The soft rumbling of your stomach was the only other indicator that it had been awhile. As if on cue, you could hear the familiar sound of the jeep’s engine outside, whirring to a stop. Next came the inevitable footsteps on the porch, followed by the door opening. 

Like a puppy, you bounded from the couch over to the sound, careful to get too close, scared he was still upset with you. There he was, hair slicked back slightly, multiple bags of groceries dangling on each arm.  “Is that all of them, I can help –” “I got it.” He said flatly. The words cut you, deflated you.  “Oh, ok.” You heeled back a bit, not moving from your spot. ‘So he is still mad.’ Tearing your eyes off of him, you looked down at the floor, fidgeting with your hands as you worked up to the courage to do or say something. The consideration to return to the couch won and you scurried back to sit and go back to your show.

A while later, the smell of food filled your nose, and a plate was held before you. Your eyes trailed up the muscular arm to meet Leon’s gaze as you took it from him. “Thank you…and hey look about earlier, I’m sorry.”

He sat next to you on the couch, his entire posture more relaxed than earlier. Setting his own plate down on the coffee table, and leaned back, one arm slung casually over the back of the couch. “Don’t even worry about it. It’s over with.” You nodded, taking a small bite of the pasta you twirled up on your fork. The silence lingering over the both of you made you feel heavy. Against your better judgment, you looked over to him and prodded. “Can I ask who she was?” He looked a little short circuited as he processed the question, like he was deciding what the right answer was. “An ex.”  “Oh.” “Let’s just say things didn’t end on good terms. I don’t really want to talk about it.” “Right, I’m sorry.”  “Don’t be. You didn’t know.” He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before grabbing his plate to eat himself. “You know.” He added, “It’s still early enough in the day. I was thinking we should still get out of the house.” “Sure. Did you have something in mind?” “Yeah, a surprise.” He added with a big smirk.  You couldn’t help but match his smile, the corners of your mouth tugging up instinctively. “Sounds good.” 

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It was the late afternoon, nearly early evening when you found yourself out by the lake. There was a small dirt path that led from the backyard and down through the woods. It had opened up to a small clearing by the water, some crude seating and a stone-campfire set up already there. 

Initially there was trepidation on your part, worried that the site of the woods might stir some of those bad memories up. He managed to convince you though, promising to take you back the moment you became uncomfortable if you wanted. 

So far things were ok. The last of the warm sun beat down onto your back as you laid out on the soft towel beneath you. It was refreshing and relaxing – it’d been so long since you’d had that full sense of pure normalcy and relief.  Arms crossed under your head, you watched Leon as waded through the shallower part of the water. He stopped when the water landed just below his navel, looking out towards the trees behind you. 

Your eyes ran from the dusty blonde happy trail upwards, over his abs and to his pecs, before finally landing on his eyes. The way the warm tones of the sunset casted down onto him, made him look beautiful, like he belonged in a painting. The blonde in his hair was contrasted by the different shades of purple and orange that lit his right side. Before the light of the day was finally gone, you wanted to get closer – see if it did wonders for the pools of blue in his eyes. 

Stretching out like a cat, you languidly crawled to your feet, wading into the cool water. A slight hiss escaped you at the abrupt change in temperature, but you continued forward until you reached him.  “Well hello there.” He looked down at you running his wet thumb over your collar bone slightly. “Almost thought you were sleeping over there.” “Almost was.” You confirmed. “But that was before I realized there was a view to admire.” This moment felt familiar, safe.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about the lake?” That damn smirk again, got you every time. Your theory was right too, the specks and hues of blue stood out under his thick eyelashes as he looked down at you. He was gorgeous. So very Leon.  “Well maybe that’s because I’m not.” Placing a hand on his chest, you moved a little closer to him. 

“You’re not talkin’ about me are you?” “I just might be.” Leaning real close, you nearly stood on your tip toes, lips so close you could feel his breath gently fanning your face. You could see what he was expecting as his lips twitched. Unfortunately for him you broke the tension by splashing some water on him, your own smile twisting into an amused smirk.  “You play dirty.” He accused, splashing back at you. “Get back over here coward.” He said playfully, following you as you cowered back to shore to avoid his onslaught of water, stopping every now and then to launch a counter attack. 

Your back hit the soft sand of the shore, him on top of you, elbows on either side of your head. You couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy exchange, genuine happiness rumbling in your chest. “Very cute, sweetheart.”  “I’d like to think so.” 

Again you were close, face to face, but it was his turn to deny you. He pushed himself up and out of the water. “It’ll be dark soon. You want to go back?” Pondering the question for a moment, you shook your head. “Not yet. I’m having a good time.” “Glad to hear it.” Digging around through the bag he’d brought out with the both of you, he pulled out a zippo lighter and some bundle of what almost looked like tumbleweed tied together. He held the small flame to the fire starter before tossing it into the bundle of wood that had been left in the fire pit. 

Everything was fine at first until the licking flames picked up intensity, the entirety of the pit filling with the dancing orange and yellow lights – high enough for the heat of the flame to slap against your face. A tightness in your chest formed, freezing you in place like a statue. Your throat dried and contracted like trying to breath in dust.  

“My head. It’s splitting my head.” Your head turned side to side, scanning for the source of the voice. The world around you black besides the flames. 

“IT’S SPLITTING MY HEAD!”

The words were so loud it was like a flashbang against your ears, brain rattling in your head. You couldn’t focus on anything, the hazy colors before your eyes turning into a kaleidoscope from the water forming in your eyes.  “IT’S SPLITTING MY HEAD!”

You couldn’t breathe at all now, gasping desperately for air. Every time you blinked a shadowy figure moved in the fire, a tentacle-like outline whipped about above it. ‘Leon. Leon please I’m scared.’ You couldn’t get the words to vocalize out of your mouth, trapped in your throat. 

“Sweetheart?” Leon’s voice whispered in your ear, two large arms snaking around you from behind to hold you close. “It’s ok. Breathe baby.” He cooed. You squeezed your eyes shut, gulping down as much air as you could. “There you go. There you go.” You did it a second time, and a third, until your breathing evened out and you could ground yourself where you stood. The heat of his torso was pressed against your back, the weighted feelings of his arms. “I’m right here. You’re safe.” 

When you dared to crack your eyes open again, the world was normal. No shadowy blackness, no bleak figure, just the fire crackling in front of you. The trees swishing back and forth, lit up by the twinkling stars and moon, sun having fully set. And of course, Leon. You spun in his arms, wrapping your own around him, he tightened the hug holding you close. “God I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I….god.” “Shhh. Shhhh.” He rubbed your back softly. “Why don’t we head back?” “No!” You snapped, looking up at him. “No, I don’t want to go back yet.” He flashed you a confused look, opening to say something, but you cut him off. “Please. I was having such a good time. I’m sick of being crazy. I…it was just one incident. I don’t want to go yet.” “Ok.” He agreed. “Ok, we won’t go yet.” Conceding his tucked some of your hair behind your ear again, clearly still concerned, but not pushing it. 

You plopped down onto the towel, facing the fire. No more threatening images for the time being. The two of you sat in silence, his hand over yours on the ground. It took a while for your heart rate to fully go back to normal, for the feeling of being on edge to fully dissipate, but once it did you felt like you were floating, just sitting next to him – like his hand was an anchor and without it you’d just drift away into the vast emptiness of the sky. You didn’t deserve him but  God you were sure you loved him – the first time you could admit it even inside your own thoughts. It was freeing. No guilt or shame attached, just the gooey feeling of contentment.

 “Leon?” “Hmm?” “Thank you. For all of this.” “Don’t mention it.” “I mean it.” “I know.” He lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.  “I like you.” He let out a soft chuckle against your knuckles. “Well geez, I’d hope so. I like you too.” 

It felt a little pathetic to announce yourself that way. “Can I ask you something?” “Shoot.”  “What are we?” 

He looked up to meet your gaze, his expression soft but serious. You watched Adam's apple flex as he swallowed nothing, analyzing the question. “What do you want us to be?” “Maybe more than friends?” You offered a non-absolute answer, nervous of any true rejection.  “I think we already are more than friends.” “Well yeah, true.” You tapered the conversation off, not brave enough to ask for more definitives just yet.

He dropped your hand in favor of scooting closer to you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you onto his lap. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re really feeling.”  “Why are you so perfect?” Your words were barely above a whisper as you slunk your arms around his shoulders.  “Far from it, actually.”  “Disagree. God I disagree.” His retort stopped dead when you blurted out the next words so quickly they shocked even yourself. “I think I love you.” You’re not sure you’d even seen him with such a deer in the headlights expression on his face before, it made you feel the urge to backtrack, suck the words right back in. “I’m sorr –” He pressed his lips against yours, silencing any apology. Your heart skipped a beat, blood feeling boiling hot each time it pumped through you. You returned the kiss this time, softly, slowly. It wasn’t like the quick passion at his apartment. “Can I have you?” You whispered into his neck, kissing at his pulse.  “I’m already yours.”  You responded by nipping at that same spot. “Take me?” 

He sucked in a breath at the sensation, squeezing you a little tighter to him. You could feel his cock twitch in his swim shorts. “Are you sure?” His voice was low. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable again, move too fast.”

“I’m sure this time. Very sure. Please, I just want you.” 

He pulled you back from him just enough to scan your face, giving you one more moment to back out. When you didn’t say anything else, he kissed you again, this time leaning forward with you until you were laying on your back. His lips were as soft and plush as you remembered them, making you want more. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, mouthing more kisses along your neck and chest. He made quick work of your bathing suit top, sliding the straps out of their tied knot and tossing it gently to the side. Arousal mixed with the light breeze blowing the warmth of the fire past you made your nipples perk up, sensitive as ever. It didn’t go unnoticed by him as he took the opportunity to run his tongue along your collarbone before following down the center of your chest. The trail of saliva left behind drying in the outside air making your skin tingle in the best possible way. 

He pressed another kiss to the side of your right breast before he teased your nipple, flicking it with licks of his tongue a few times before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation made you squirm beneath him, thighs squeezing together around his leg that was planted between them. By the time he’d moved on to your other tit, you were rubbing yourself against his leg for some relief. He chuckled, popping off with a smile. “So needy baby. Must’ve been pent up these last few months.” “Mhmm” You nodded, eyes already hazed over with lust, mind empty of any critical thought.  “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel really good. Scouts honor.” He punctuated the sentence by moving down to nip  at your hip making you buck up a little. Amused by the reaction he did it again, this time on the plushness of your inner thigh while he worked the ties of your bottoms off as well, discarding them with the top. He returned to what he was doing, this time sucking a bruise into the soft skin. Then another, each one a pleasurably dull kind of pain. He flattened his tongue to each one, helping soothe out the pain. “Purple’s really your color baby.” He cooed, admiring his work. 

Your clit throbbed with need, hole begging for attention. He rested one hand on your hip, rubbing soft circles into it as he continued to tease you, pressing a kiss to your mound, another on the opposing thigh. “Leon.” You whined. “Please I need more.”  “I know, I know. I’m getting there sweetheart. Just wanna take my time, been imagining this for so long.” He rewarded your please by dragging the tip of his tongue down before flattening it against your clit, lapping at it gently. The sugary heat radiated out as you moaned, fingers working their way into his soft hair, gripping at it. 

It should’ve been no surprise Leon was good with his mouth, circling your bundle of nerves with his tongue before sucking on it gently. You’re not sure you’d ever had a lover so attentive before, not even in your false memories. “F-fuck, so good.” You closed your eyes, focusing on nothing but the pleasure he was giving you. You felt him sink a digit into your slicked pussy. It wasn’t enough, but it was better than the nothing that was there before. He added another finger, pumping them as he worked your clit with his tongue. 

He curled his thick fingers just right, reaching that special spot inside of you. The one that made your legs tense, clit pulse. What blood was left in your head soared to your lower half, a weak gasp escaping your mouth as you came. Your legs trembled around his head, thighs clamping shut, you’d almost be worried about crushing him if you were capable of thought. He continued to gently work you, not enough to overstimulate, but the perfect amount to draw out that pleasure until it faded to just tingles at the tips of your toes.

You were left breathless, panting as he pulled away, wiping his chin off on the back of his hand. Your eyes landed on the now fully formed tent in his shorts, expecting him to move to get it out, to fuck you into the ground. Instead, he leans back on his legs, looks down at you. The silence feels strange, and you're suddenly reminded of your location – outdoors – as the crickets pick up their chirping, the leaves of the trees crash into each other from the wind. You shiver from the breeze, until it blows in the opposite direction, sending a wave of heat from the campfire washing over you.  When he still doesn’t move, you quickly become self conscious, scared that he was changing his mind. Worry takes over your face as you prop yourself up on your elbows, before you can say it, he leans down to kiss you again. This time he  makes a point to slip his tongue into it, letting you taste yourself on him. He wraps his arm around you, holding your head in place to kiss you sloppily. He grinds against you slightly, groaning into the kiss when he does. “Don’t worry princess. I just needed to take a moment after that. Was too good, so perfect, had to take it in.” He knew you so well.  “Want you.” You mumbled against his lips. “Want you in me, wanna feel you. Wanna be close.”  “I know.” He said, reaching his hand down between you both to undo the drawstring of his shorts. He tugged them down just enough to free his erection, thick and throbbing. You couldn’t see it perfectly in the deep shadows that the fire made, but you could feel it. He ran the head along your slit a few times. “Can tell how bad you want me, she’s practically crying for me.” 

You suck in a breath at his words, feeling arousal begin to twinge between your legs again. He gently pushed the tip into your soaking folds, the stretch stinging slightly despite his earlier actions. “Oh.” You gasped as he pressed each inch slowly into you. You’d never felt so full before, like he was in your ribs – it was overwhelming and comforting at the same time. “O-oh.” You moaned, feeling him pull out again, grasping up at his shoulders.

He gave a few more slow but deep thrusts, giving you the chance to adjust and accommodate him. “That’s it baby, so tight.” He flattened his palm against your belly, pressing down making the full feeling intensify. Your back arched into his palm, adding to the sensation.  “S’big.” You whined.   “Mhmm. Just relax, you’re doing such a good job. Already taking me so well.” He readjusted your position, leaning forward and pulling your legs up at the same time to hook over his shoulders. The shift made him feel even deeper inside of you, head of his cock pushing against your cervix with each thrust. 

You didn’t even know you were this flexible when he practically folded you in half while he fucked himself into you, making sure he was close enough to pepper your face with small kisses when given the opportunity. You heard him mumbling sweet compliments between his increasingly erratic breathing, but you were too blissed out to even register the words.  “God….god…oh my god!” You squeezed the towel beneath you,, bunching it within your fists as he continued to roll his hips against you, wiry blond hair and his pubic bone bumping into your clit as his cock rubbed past that spongy spot, more sensitive now from your first orgasm.  “That’s my girl.” He sped up his pace, the sound of skin slapping mixing with the cackle of the fire as you moved from death-gripping the towel to clawing at his back, desperate for your next release, desperate to be as close as possible to him. “My pretty Bunny.” 

The pet name clicked something in your brain, and you lost yourself again, muscles tensing velvety walls tightening around his impossibly big cock as you came again. His own eyes closed, a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead to between your breasts, his own quiet noises picking up in volume, his pace erratic as he chased his own high this time. Pulsing with the aftershocks of your second orgasm, you could feel as he throbbed within you, painting your inside white with his hot seed.  Half asleep and sated, you let out a noise of disappointment when he finally pulled out, wanting to stay as close as you could to him. As if he could read your mind, he immediately pulled you into his embrace, rubbing his hand against your stomach as he spooned you from behind. 

The visual of the campfire became blurry the heavier your eyelids grew, and it wasn’t long until you were out like a light, curled against him. 

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You woke up some time later, scrunched up in bed. It was still dark out when you sat up to rub your eyes and yawn. You didn’t remember the journey back but you weren’t surprised Leon had managed that, likely carrying you back in your sleep. If not for your dry throat and desperate need for a glass of water, you’d have flopped right back down to resume your unconsciousness. 

Instead, you pushed your legs over the side of the bed, still a little wobbly and exhausted. In your half asleep state it took you an extra minute to register the fact that Leon hadn’t been next to you. “S’weird.” You muttered to yourself, sluggishly moving towards the door and down the hallway.  The house was dark, no light to be seen, not even from the bathroom – which you noted was open, no Leon inside. As you took a few steps down the staircase, you could see from above the living room was also dark and silent, not even the TV’s screensaver was on, and the only light emanating from the kitchen was the small light above the stove. 

A more awake version of yourself would’ve been a little more worried with his whereabouts, but for now you only had one mission – water. The moment the tap finished filling up the glass cup, you gulped it down, and then another. Soothing the cottony feeling in your mouth and the soreness of your throat. 

Relieved and quenched, you exited the kitchen heading back to bed. Though still tired, you were slightly more alert now, rubbing at your eyes again while you walked. Passing the double doors to the library room, you heard Leon’s voice, and it stopped you in your tracks.  “I miss you.”  “Huh?” The words caught your attention instantly. One of the double french doors was cracked enough that you could peer through without much effort. While the initial reaction had been jealousy, the fear he was talking to another woman on the phone, you were left dumbfounded by the reality.  He was sitting at the desk, the red jacket in his hands as he spoke. “You know I didn’t want things to end this way. I thought you were perfect for me. We could’ve been so great together.” He brought the jacket to his face, taking in a deep inhale of it, holding his breath before finally exhaling. “I blame it on him, putting those awful thoughts in your head. Tearing you away from me.” His grip on the jacket tightened so much you could see the vein in his arm flex even with just the dim lamp on the desk and the distance between you. 

‘What the hell?’ You weren’t sure what to make of what you were witnessing, but you knew it didn’t sit right with you. It was just…weird.

“I wish you didn’t force me to end things. But it’s alright, I’ve moved on. I know you’d be happy for me.” He spit onto his hand, moving it beneath the desk. A whimper left his mouth, needier, different from how he sounded above you. Wet schlicking noises told you exactly what he was doing as he sniffed the jacket again. “You both wear the same perfume. Love it so much.” He added between grunts. “God. Might take me a minute baby. Already blew a load earlier.” The sounds picked up speed.

It felt wrong to keep watching, whatever was happening was a clearly intimate moment you didn’t belong a part of. You took the opportunity to gently back away from the door, and as quietly as you could made it back up to the bedroom, pulling the thick blanket over your head, like a child fending off the boogie man.  “What. The. Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. It left you with a million questions you weren’t completely sure you wanted answers to. An amalgamation of emotions swirled in your head, confusion, worry, jealousy? You knew the jacket smelled like your perfume, but the confirmation as he jerked it to his ex made you shudder. “Gross.”

Your sleepiness had worn off, leaving you to lay awake with your thoughts. It wasn’t long after that the bedroom door creaked open, the sound of soft padding across the floor was heard before the weight of the bed sunk in behind you. Leon’s arm wasn’t comforting as it wrapped around you this time, it felt more like a weight forcing you in place. You wanted to pretend you were asleep, but the claustrophobic feeling was too much making you move a little on instinct.  “Why were you downstairs?” 

The question made the hair on your neck stand up despite his warm breath. “I needed some water.” “Mmmm, you going to lie to me now?” “What? I’m not –” “I know you were watching.” His grip around you tightened, squeezing you against him. It felt threatening in a way you couldn’t explain. “I didn’t mean to.” “It's not polite to stare.” 

“I know.”  “What were you doing downstairs?” “I told you I was just getting a drink.” “Then why were you watching?” “I heard your voice. I didn’t know where you were. I’m sorry.” Tears formed quicker than you expected. He sat up slightly, rolling you to face him. His hand gripped your jaw slightly, you could barely make out his figure in the dark room. He pressed his lips to yours. “Don’t let me catch you spying again.” 

“I’m sorry.”  He didn’t reply, instead laying back down, pulling you against his chest. He rubbed your back like he normally did when you fell asleep, but no comfort came from it. The whole thing had you wigged out, bad. 

“Leon?” “Hmm?” “Is there any way we could head back tomorrow?” “We have a whole trip planned.” “I know. I just wanted to get my phone, I’ve been feeling weird without it.” You let out an awkward laugh, hoping to play it off. Really though you were desperate to be closer to other people.  “Sorry I’m not good enough company.” You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “No really. It’s nothing to do with you. Please, we can come back, I just really want to get it.” “No.” It was so firm it threw you off completely.  “But Leon that’s not f–”

“Leon –” “I said no. I’m not driving you hours there and back, wasting gas because you forgot your phone. You don’t even need it.” “It’s not about needing it. I’d just feel more comfortable if I had it.”

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” “I don’t want to talk about it tomorrow, I just want to go home and grab it.”  “I already said, no.” You yanked yourself away from his space, to the other side of the bed, flicking the lamp on. You can’t remember ever actually having argued with him before, at least not in a true capacity. “You’re making me uncomfortable.” “You’re being ungrateful.” 

His words sliced you like a knife, you frowned. “I’m not –” “You are.” “I want to go home. I don’t want to stay here anymore. You can’t just keep me here if I don't want to be.” “Sweetheart –” “No, I’m serious Leon. I’m not staying. I don’t know what’s up with this weird thing you have with your ex, or anything else. But I don’t want to be here anymore. I need to go home. I need space.” He clicked his tongue, sitting up. “We both know that you don’t know what you need. Just come back to bed.”

Resistant, you stood out of the bed staring down at him, face red with anger and upset. “No. Take me home right now.”  He didn’t respond immediately, scanning you with his eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re not going anywhere. Not tonight. Not tomorrow either.” “I –” He was making you so frustrated. “If you don’t take me home, then I’ll figure out a way home myself.” “No, you won’t.” He threw his own legs over the side of the bed, righting himself. When he turned to face you, you felt cornered. To combat the feeling you sidestepped closer to the bedroom door. “Stop.” You said, putting your hand out in front of you, palm open fingers spread out as if that would magically keep him distanced from you. “Stay there.” “Baby.” He said unamused.  “I mean it.” “What’s gotten into you?”  “I told you. You’re making me uncomfortable.” His brows came together as if he was considering what you were saying. You took the opportunity to back up from the door into the hallway. “I think you’re having an episode. I think you need to calm down.” ‘The fucking audacity.’ You thought to yourself taking another step back. Lightning lit up the hallway from the window, the boom of thunder following close behind. Rain pattered against the windows as silence took over the situation between you. He didn’t move from where he was standing in the bedroom, you didn’t move from where your feet were planted in the hallway.

“Please come back to bed?” His voice was soft now, pleading. “I’m really not sure why you’re acting this way right now. But I’m concerned about you. I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable, just come back ok?” He reached his hand out gently, as if he were taming a wild animal – the only result was you taking a step back. 

Defiantly you shook your head.  “Sweetie.”

You took another step back. He sighed, taking a step forward. You felt sick somehow, legs telling you to run again, run before he did something. Run before you’d be stuck just like in the woods. Fear you couldn’t explain. You knew you were being dramatic. It was Leon, there was no reason to be this on edge, even despite the weirdness of the evening, but your nerves told you differently.  “Are you going to take me home?” “No baby.” 

That was it, you bolted as fast as you could, feet skittering across the polished wooden floorboards. If you hadn’t used the bannister, you’d have face planted with the quickness you used to get down the stairs, missing the last few steps entirely. There was no immediate sound of movement behind you, at least none you could hear through your own pulse thrumming in your ears. You tore through the living room looking for a home phone, his cell, anything.  Finally his flat steps were heard coming down the stairs

Your search came up empty. You knew there was nothing in the kitchen. Nervously you slid into the library, slamming the double doors shut and clicking the little turn locks on the inside knobs, just in time for him to be on the other side, gently twisting the knobs.  “Baby, just come out here.” 

“No.” You said weakly, looking around the room. The laptop was no longer on the desk, but you did see his keys tossed on the corner of it. With a shaky hand, you reached out and picked them up, tucking the fob into your palm, the metal part sticking out between two fingers as a defensive weapon. He stopped attempting to twist the knobs and instead knocked gently. “Why don’t you take a minute to calm down?”  “No.” You repeated again, looking for a way out.  “You’re not acting rational.” He added.

There were no other connecting doors besides the ones leading out into the living room area, and you knew you couldn’t make it past Leon that way. The windows to the office were large, missing screens like with most old homes. It wouldn’t take much to slip through one – ‘but which of us would make it out to the jeep first?’ 

“Just leave me alone!” You yelled back at him, clicking the little latch on the window sill. You waited for the next crack of thunder to make the move. Despite the old wood, the window lifted easily, giving you a view to the patio.  “I can’t do that. You know that.” He replied, seemingly unaware of your plan.

You went out leg first, making sure the key was tight in your fist. Rain was beating down on the ground so hard the yard had practically been rendered all mud, running through it barefoot was going to be a challenge. ‘Just get to the jeep. Just get to the jeep’ You repeated in your head, stepping out into the disgustingly wet dirt, cringing when it mushed between your toes. 

Without a second thought, you took off running towards the front of the house, feet slapping into the wet surface of the ground, tshirt and hair soaked in the rain. You tripped over a rock, tumbling flatly splashing up grass and more mud into your face and torso. Not giving up, you righted yourself completely, half falling again as you ran to the car.  By this point Leon had already figured out your plan, the front door of the house slamming open. You looked back only long enough to see him walking towards you as you grabbed the door handle to pull yourself back up and over into the driver's seat. Trembling, you dropped the keys trying to get them into the ignition. “Shit. Shit.” You felt around on the floor, grabbing hold of them again, this time successfully managing to stick them in the ignition and turning the jeep on. 

“You’re being so dramatic right now.” He called out, halfway to you. “You’re acting terrified. Just come back inside.” You shook your head, pulling the gearshift out of the parked position and into reverse, careful to not let it slip in your shaking and wet state. Slamming the gas pedal didn’t go in your favor, instead of moving, the vehicle roared in place, tires spinning against the soft earth, mud flying about, some flinging backwards smacking into you.  “No…no…shit no..” You squeaked, slamming down on the pedal harder, turning the wheel. It still wouldn’t budge, mud and grass going everywhere in the rain. You tried putting it into drive, the whole vehicle lunged forward an inch before getting stuck again. “Come on. Come on.” You begged the universe. Too focused on the jeep, you had lost focus of Leon.  The door opened and he reached over you, pulling the keys out and tossing them into the passenger seat floor somewhere. You went to dive for them when he scooped you up instead, holding you tightly as you kicked and squirmed, clawing at him to get out of his grasp. He didn’t speak, but held firm as he made his way back inside with you, depositing you onto the floor of the entranceway. 

You stared up at him, trying to scoot back. There was a claw mark on his face from your nails, a little blood beading up there, a matching one on his shoulder. He knelt down to look at you, face full of concern. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, stopping your movement. “Good god baby, look at you. I mean really, look at you. This isn’t what a sane person would do.” His voice was so sickly sweet, it made you choke out a sob.  “Y-you scared me – I.” “I scared you? Baby I’m bleeding because of you. You tried to steal my car. You’re soaked, covered in mud….God baby, see this is exactly why I had to bring you out here. Could you imagine what would happen if you acted like this in front of other people?” “But I –” You looked into his eyes, then at the stripe of blood on his cheek. You looked around, then down at your mud covered body. You felt pathetic. He was right, this was ridiculous, you were ridiculous. “I’m sorry Leon.” You said, face scrunching up into an ugly cry. Like a toddler you sat in front of him sobbing, soaking wet. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

“Shhh. Shhh.” He hushed you, one hand leaving your cheek. You felt the sting of something in your side, but were hazy before you could even register anything. 

You managed one more snotty sob before your vision was spotty, head becoming harder and harder to hold up – then the relaxing tug of unconsciousness overtook you.

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“How cute,” says the woman, in her high heels and manicured nails and styled hair. She drops from the windowsill and joins you inside the bedroom. Beautiful and dangerous and you fully understand her appeal. It’s why your hackles rise like you’ve been threatened. “I admit, I’m surprised to see you here. With another woman, no less.”

Leon steps back upon her approach, spares a glance your way before regarding her. “Why are you here?“

“I have my reasons.” Ada then turns to you, gaze razor-edged and calculating. “By the look on your face, I suppose my reputation precedes me.”

You imagine yourself bathed in insecurity, a smell thick enough to catch on the wind. She’s admirable to a painful degree—intelligent, mysterious, beautiful, witty. Traits compounded by the physicality of her presence.

She is your opposite.

She is everything you’ve always wanted to be.

He was hers once upon a time. 

And you hate her for that. 

“You’ve been mentioned once or twice,” you say, mirroring the guard of her own posture. A lot less elegant in practice. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“I promise, I came here to take one thing, and it isn’t Leon. This time, at least.”

At this, the mentioned man moves. Silent, if not for the thud of his boots upon the floor. He presses a hand to your shoulder, urges you back toward the door.

“Never again,” he says to her, and the gravel in his voice gives you pause. Skips your heart a few beats.

Ada feigns a grim frown, halfway to a pout. “You used to be fun.”

“I won’t play your game anymore. We’re done.”

“You always say that.” She turns to you one final time, sauntering backward toward the open window. “He always says that, dear.”

With a red-painted smile, she steps onto the balcony and disappears into a realm of blackhole shadow. 

Silence festers in her wake. The nausea returns tenfold. Leon jolts you back with a grip on your upper arm. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. We’ll finish this, and then we’ll talk.”

The serum is returned to one Chris Redfield at a BSAA base an hours’ drive away. The way Leon talks, he’s an important man, but you have more important things on the mind.

Things that you sift through at the paid-for hotel early into the night.

Leon returns some time between questioning your entire relationship and self-flagellation. He finds you stretched out beneath the sheets, in a bed too cold and empty to tolerate.

“I didn’t mean to be gone so long,” he says, perching upon the edge of the mattress to untie then toe off his shoes. “We just started talking and—“

“It’s fine.”

His boots thump to the floor. “You’re mad at me.”

“Not at you. Myself.”

“Why?”

Many reasons. Mainly, “I just… I don't feel good enough for you.”

His gear is already off, thrown carelessly to the end of the bed. He’s obviously tired, exhausted even, but your brain’s been half-eaten by dulcet words and every time you blink you see nothing but red. Red dress, red nails, red lips.

“Don’t let her do this,” he says, crawls across the sheets and plants himself at your side. Hovers over you by the brace of an elbow. “She’s good at what she does. I would know.”

“I’m sure.”

He huffs out a joyless laugh and curls a large hand about your neck. Your pulse drums against his palm. “Listen to me. There is nothing she could say to pull me away from you.”

“She’s everything I’m not.”

“I don’t give a shit. There’s no comparison, no competition. It’ll always be you. Do you understand that?”

You lean into his touch, close your eyes at the tender caress of his thumb over your jaw. “I know. I just—I second guess myself sometimes.”

“You shouldn’t.” His kiss warms your cheek, then he pulls away to sit up. “I’ll be right back. Gotta shower.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

He leaves to the adjacent bathroom, and the buzz of running water lulls you into a doze. 

When the door opens, he’s bare. Fluffing his hair with a towel. Sorting through a suitcase filled with folded clothes on the dresser, skin a golden glow from the lamplight’s cast. His back still drips wet, and you climb out of bed to finish what he started.

When you take the towel from his hand, he glances over his shoulder, smiles soft as you trail the fabric down his spine. 

Beautiful. Yours.

“You always forget your back,” you say, press an open-mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

Your arms circle around his waist, flesh warm and soft and sweet-smelling against your cheek. “I never can.”

“My point exactly.” He loosens your grip and turns, fits a hand beneath the hem of your shirt. Furrows his brow in thought, maybe worry. “What you said earlier. Feeling like you aren’t good enough.”

“What about it?”

“I’d like to prove you wrong. If you’ll let me.”

You would let him do anything he wanted. Not that you’d ever admit such a thing out loud. 

But the anticipation adds a heaviness to your breath and a surge of electricity to the pump of your blood.

Yes. Yes, absolutely, yes. 

“I would love that.”

He continues his ritual of stripping you. Shirt, sleep shorts, underwear. An act of reverence, soft in the way he coaxes you to bed, whispers against your skin, roams loving hands over curves and dimples and scars. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, back pressed to the sheets, head cradled by a fluffed-up pillow. 

He soothes a hand over your forehead, looks at you all low-lidded and delicate. “For what?”

“I had a moment of weakness. I know that—that she doesn’t mean anything to you now.”

He kisses you then, an appetizer of quick pecks, a palm rising over the swell of your ribcage. A simmering heat coils in the pit of your stomach, makes you fist a hand in his hair and dig fingers into the curve of his back.

His thighs move to bracket your hips, the change in angle folding your legs up toward your chest. He’s solid against you, all hard-won muscle and dizzying weight, taut in the legs to keep himself still. His length twitches against your lower belly, rests heavy and hot against your skin. 

“Leon,” you breathe, shifting your grip to just above his knee, a span of giving flesh that you can squeeze when you feel as if you might fly away.

He noses just beneath your jaw, trails open-mouthed kisses down the slope of your neck. Suckles at the skin, just shy of bruising damage. Gooseflesh rises, stands the hair at your nape on end, and you force a cheek into the pillow.

He pulls away, hovers over you. “What do you want?”

Your head whips around to glare at him, and you almost seethe upon witnessing the teasing grin on his face. “No. Fuck you, we’re not doing that right now.”

“Well, fucking you is kinda the end goal here. Gotta work up to it, though.”

You hate that his jesting cracks your irritated exterior. You hate it even more when your face begins to heat. You hate it even more when your lips bloom into a giddy smile.

“Fine.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You shove at his shoulder, and he takes the hint to roll onto his back. Splays out, bares himself for you. The lamp’s orange bloom subdues his features, and you gaze upon him, the hard—

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but you can do a lot more than stare.”

He reaches for you with a greedy hand, fingers sliding up the inside of your thigh, and a bolt of arousal twitches your hips toward his touch. Then he retreats, and you follow as if he’s leashed you. Throw a leg over his hip, seat yourself on his lower belly. 

“Higher,” he says, voice thick as honey, hands tight around the fat of your hips.

Your brain short-circuits a moment—all the blood’s been pooling between your legs—before you realize what he means. And you bite back a chest-deep groan. 

Sit on his face. 

The higher you climb, the further down he moves. Meeting you halfway, an anticipation that sends his hands shaking against the back of your thighs.

“Don’t do that hovering shit,” he says, a borderline groan, and you twitch as the heat of his breath fans between your legs. “I want you to sit. Got it?”

You’re fit to faint. He’s checking all your boxes and he looks so pretty beneath you. Hair a halo of spun gold upon the pillow, eyes dark and intense, lips pink and spitslick and perfectly inviting.

You card fingers through his hair, tug hard—hard enough that he groans, that his head tilts back at just the right angle. And you sit, just like he ordered you to. 

“Like this?” you huff. The wet heat of his tongue laves against you, over you in firm, long strokes.

His eyes close, brow knotting in focus, and a sharp squeeze to the top of your thighs serves well as his answer.

You understand now. What devotion looks like. The appeal of idolatry. He licks into you and keens so low your legs numb with static. You untangle your hand from his hair to balance yourself against the headboard, and thank fuck he truly meant ‘sit’ because your knees quickly give out in a white flag surrender to the eagerness of his mouth.

He lifts you easily, just enough to free his tongue, just enough for him to curl slick heat over the bud of your clit. His mouth begins to suckle, tongue shifts to flicking, and you almost drive your face through the headboard. 

“Oh god, fuck—“

Your breathing staccatos and your thighs shake and heat coils in the pit of your belly and he shows no sign of stopping—

Nonono not now. Wanna wait. Gotta have him inside you.

“Leon, stop.“ You push against the weight of his hands and he relents. Cushions your backward fall atop his chest. Pants deep and open-mouthed, soothes large, warm hands over the slope of your waist. He presses wet lips to the inside of your thigh and waits for your breathing to slow. For his own.

“Goddamn,” you breathe, scoot yourself down the line of his body and brace your hands on either side of his head. “Sometimes I forget that your mouth is good for other things besides getting on my nerves.”

He licks the slick from his lips and cups both hands over the curve of your ass. “One’s a job. The other’s a hobby.”

If not for the current state of your brain—utter mush—you would’ve shut him up. But he has you in a playful mood, and the sight if him all fucked-out and messy does very, very bad things to whatever braincells still survive between your ears.

“Which is which?”

“If you can’t tell, then I need more practice.”

The words force a laugh from you, and his responding smile gleams with pride. Reverence. Idolatry. You understand now.

“I love you.”

You lean forward to kiss him and taste yourself heady on his lips, smooth both hands over his chest, down the planes of his abdomen, reel back to fit yourself over the hard length of his cock. Hot and thick and fever-red at the tip. Your mouth waters, remembers the weight of him on your tongue, the breathy moans that wash over your skin when you tease the plush head. His taste.

“Later,” he says, groans deep in his chest as you grind against him until the steely flesh glistens wet. “Let me guess, you want me to beg.”

With a greedy smile, you cant your hips, catching your clit against the tip of his cock. Over and over and over again, and your head lolls back upon the approach of orgasm. The noisy schlick of each glide.

“What’ll it be?” you pant, gaze down at him through low-lidded eyes.

He wrestles with the difficulty of composure, face flushed, chest heaving, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

A simple call of his name, a reminder of your offer, and he acts. Shoves you sideways off of him, onto your back, and pins you there with a hand pressed flat to your sternum.

“That’s not fair.” You frown in false upset, even though his precum leaks onto your belly and you part your thighs in invitation. One he gladly takes. 

“I thought I was supposed to be doing all the work.”

 “I was having fun.”

He presses a burning kiss to your lips, licks into your mouth and forces your head back into the plush of the pillow.

“Teasing’s only fun when you’re the one doing it.” His voice lowers to a grumble, a threat that twitches your hips. 

“So you get it now.”

“Trust me, I get it. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

He leans back on his haunches and smooths a hand over your belly, between the swell of your breasts, and curls thick fingers around your throat. A lingering pressure, a barely-there touch, a display of power. 

You shudder at the contact, meet the simmering shadow of his eyes, and welcome the seek of his hand between your legs. 

“So beautiful,” he whispers, sinks two fingers into the wet clench of your heat. “Fuck. So perfect. So good for me, aren’t you?”

A strained noise chokes at the back of your throat, and you break eye contact to shut your eyes. The praise lances through you, rips your composure to shreds, and the perfect rhythm he fucks you with—god he knows just how you like it—leaves you whining each time he fills you up.

“Yeah. So good for you.”

“Then open your eyes.”

The hand about your neck tightens, just enough to catch your attention, enough to make you obey.

“I want you to say it. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Another squeeze, a kiss of danger, toeing the threshold into lightheadedness. A touch that you lean into, welcome, embrace. His thumb rises to caress circles over your clit, and you can’t help but whine. Can’t help the impatient buck of your hips.

“Fuck, okay—anything. Anything.”

He pulls his fingers out of you and slicks them up and down his length. Fits the plush head against the entrance of your cunt. 

“Tell me you’re good enough.”

“Leon—“

“Tell me you’re good enough, and that nobody else matters, and that it’ll always be you.”

He’s serious. He’s serious and if you don’t say it he’ll leave you like this and you can’t let that happen. 

“I’m good enough, and nobody else matters, and it’ll always be me.”

“That’s my girl.”

An aching pressure as he slides into you, a slick heat that slackens your jaw. You reach for him, a need borne from comfort in consummation, and he fits a hand between the curve of your back and the sheets, presses firm atop you. He noses at your neck, right beneath your jaw, and begins a slow, deep rhythm with his hips.

“Love you so much,” you whisper, arms tight over his back, palms trailing the expanse of soft skin.

“Love you.”

He kisses your pulse. The pillow beneath your head shifts as he fists a hand in the fabric. Holding himself back. Allowing you time to adjust. 

It’s sweet and lovely and kind, but you need more. Always more of him. Whatever he wishes to give you.

“Leon, c’mon.”

He grumbles out his dissent but captures your lips and increases his pace, forcing a low moan from your throat.

“Was trying to be romantic,” he grits out, and you try to manage a response but the tip of his cock nudges at your cervix and the headboard rocks against the wall.

Besides, there’s nothing more romantic than getting your needs met. A good orgasm. Being worshiped by the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. 

With one hand, you brace against the headboard, and the other draws tight circles over the slick swell of your clit.

You clench around him, and he gifts you his first moan of the night. A tight, throaty sound that leaves your belly pooling with heat.

“More of that, please,” you pant, and he laughs, breath fanning over your cheek.

The noisy glide of his cock, the weight of his body, the flowery smell of his hair—you’ve been consumed by him, by the state of your senses—all Leon, only him, always him.

The knot in your belly coils tighter, and your fingers circle faster, and your breath begins to heave, and he rises onto his hands to thrust harder, slide deeper and—

You’re gone.

His face twists up as your muscles tighten around him, and your ribs halt their breath as waves of pleasure lap over you. He fucks you through it with a choked-off moan, sliding wet through sensitive nerves, veleveteen flesh, pulsing muscles. There’s a messy gush to his thrusts, and you truly think that you might die via orgasm. A drawn-out, overwhelming affair, only ceasing when he drives in to the hilt and grips hard at your waist and whines long and low. 

He jerks inside you, curls in on himself, and you caress both hands down his tensed forearms to ease him through it. Run a hand through the softness of his hair.

Beautiful, so smart and lovely and strong and funny—yours.

Always yours.

He collapses onto his elbows, huffs out an exhausted sigh, and pulls out. Rolls onto his back beside you.

Both of you spend a worrying amount of time collecting yourself—steadying your breath, re-routing the blood to your limbs, lowering heart rates.

After a long few minutes of white noise silence, of his spend leaking onto the sheets, you sit up with a groan and turn to look at him. “Well, I think you proved your point.”

He smiles at you, a sunny gleam of teeth that tenders up your insides. Turns you soft, putty-like.

“I also have to shower again.” The roll of your eyes has him laughing and reaching for you, a hand that brushes pebbled sweat from your nose. “I’m joking.”

“You always know how to ruin the moment.”

“Maybe, but it makes you laugh.”

He’s right and you know it, and he knows you know it. Especially when a smile blooms on your face.

“Okay, maybe you’re right.”

He’s been right about a lot of things lately. His feelings for you, first off. The best way to validate his love. 

When you think of red, your blood doesn’t boil. Your throat doesn’t burn from bitterness.

You understand now. It’s in the past. She is. A piece of him, a memory that will always be there, but still, only a piece.

Nobody else matters. It’ll always be you. 

He rises from the bed and waves you over, helps you stand when your knees threaten to buckle. You glance back at the crumpled sheets, at an area darkened and wet.

Today was another weekend like any other. Your youngest daughter was going to stay with her father, your ex-husband, Leon. He had already come to pick her up at your apartment and consequently took the little one to his house, as usual.

For now, you were getting ready cautiously, as you didn't have much free time, you decided that today you would go out with some friends, to relax and have fun, after all you needed it.

So you looked at yourself in the large bedroom mirror, admiring yourself in that tight red dress, which highlighted your curves in a gentle but incredibly sexy way. Your hair was tidy, loose, free in the wind, but with not a single strand out of place. Just as you took care of your make-up, you did it with all possible care, from eyeliner to lipstick, all the accessories you put on, which enhanced your beauty even more.

And there you were, admiring yourself in that mirror, turning around and around, it was just a hang out with your friends, of course, but it was the first time you'd given yourself a chance to go out since the end of your marriage to Leon, so it was an important night, to say the least.

Finally, you wore the cologne you always used, and the scent permeated the room and your clothes, sweet and warm, just like you.

One last look, and you were ready. Beautiful, stunning, as usual.

And then you heard a 'ding dong', at this point, you thought it was one of your friends, who had arrived earlier to pick you up? Maybe.

You leave your room and go to the door, but your expectation that it was one of your friends ends at the same moment that you hear a child's cry, which was all too familiar.

As soon as you open the door, you find Leon, staring at you a little blankly as he comforts the little girl, your daughter, who is crying inconsolably in his arms.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I know it was my weekend with her. But ever since I took her, she hasn't stopped crying. She wants to be with you." Leon says, his voice calm and low, as he rocks the little one gently, murmuring sweet words to calm her down.

"No problem, come in."  You offer, and he accepts without a second thought.

You quickly closed the door and turned your attention to the little girl, who was sobbing in Leon's arms.

"Princess, do you want to come into Mommy's arms?" You ask the little girl gently while stroking her brown hair.

The little girl nodded eagerly, raising her little hands for you to take her from Leon's arms.

And so you did, cradling her in your arms, as if her life depended on it. Leon had a worried, even sad look on his face. He didn't need to say anything for you to understand that he felt bad that he hadn't managed to make things go back to the way they were before.

"I don't want to go with Daddy anymore." The little girl whispered, her sobs muffled by the fact that she was buried in your shoulders, crying harder than you expected.

The phrase made Leon's heart bleed, God, how bad it felt to hear it from his own daughter. The words came out slurred from the little girl's mouth, but deep down, that's how she really felt.

"My darling, you know that just as mommy loves you, Daddy loves you too, mh?" You tried to console the little girl by saying these beautiful words, which meant everything, because it was the purest truth.

Leon didn't need to say anything. You knew he was trying to hold back his tears at that moment. You didn't even need to look at him to know.

He hated to think that as well as losing you, he could lose his little girl. And he couldn't deal with that thought. It was too much for him.

He couldn't lose the two people he loved most in the world like that. No, it was too much for him to bear.

The little girl just replied with a simple 'mhm mhm', her sobs had subsided, and she seemed to be calmer now, even though she was still crying.

Leon sneaked up to her, gently stroking her little head, running his fingers through her hair, gently caressing her. He didn't dare speak. He just admired how calm the little girl was in her mother's arms, and he wondered if one day he could give her the same comfort. If he could be a safe haven for her, just as you were.

And he couldn't help but notice how much like you the little girl was, her face was exactly like yours, she had her father's blue eyes, she was beautiful like you, her dark hair was just like her father's. But still, Leon always saw that she was just like you. But even so, Leon always saw a little piece of you in her, and he thought that was one of the most beautiful things in his life.

He let himself hold her little hand and gently stroked it with his thumb. Although his gaze was fixed on the little one, from time to time, he looked at you.

"I want to sleep in your room, Mommy." The little girl whispered, her voice was shaky, but she seemed calmer.

"Of course, sweetheart." You said gently, smiling at her as you carried her in your arms.

Leon followed silently, following your every step all the way to your room, feeling a little more relieved that your daughter wasn't crying anymore, at least.

You reached your bedroom, where you gently laid the little one on the bed, wrapping her in the covers, making her very cozy.

You lay down next to her, propping yourself up with one of your elbows, your other hand stroking her hair. You signaled Leon to sit on the bed, which he did.

And there you were, comforting the little one until she fell asleep. And so it happened, ten or fifteen minutes later she fell asleep, and from the way she let out little snores from time to time, she wasn't going to wake up any time soon.

There was silence, nothing but the little one's breathing, along with the two of you.

A few minutes later, Leon clears his throat, plucking up the courage to speak.

"Can we talk?" He looks at you with those blue eyes that, behind their kindness, ooze genuine sadness.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" You ask softly, staring back at him.

He shook his head, running one hand through his hair, "No. Nothing's happened, I just want to talk to you. Can we?" You knew him too well, and you could tell for sure that although he wanted to appear confident, he was apprehensive.

"Sure, let's go to the kitchen. I can make us both some coffee." You give him a gentle smile, even though you already had some idea of where this conversation was going.

He nods, gets out of bed, and follows you into the kitchen. The walk was silent, nothing but your footsteps coming down the stairs, and consequently walking down the corridor to the kitchen.

Leon takes the liberty of sitting down at the table, smoothing his temple in an attempt to calm himself down a little.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" You ask nonchalantly, picking up the ingredients to make the coffee.

"Us. I want to talk about us." As expected of Leon, he didn't go round in circles. He said what he needed to, and that was that. And it would be no different now.

You look at him, not angrily, much less upset. But intrigued, did he still have feelings? Even after all these months?

You don't answer him. You just start preparing the coffee, and then he says it again, "I miss you. I still have feelings. I still love you." And he didn't expect you to answer him, let alone throw yourself into his embrace as if nothing had happened. He just wanted to open his heart to you.

He followed your figure with his gaze, admiring your silhouette in the kitchen, seeing how beautiful you were. How perfect you looked that night.

"That dress..." He murmured, looking you up and down once again.

You look at him with a little smile, looking at the dress too, "It was a present from you, you gave it to me for my birthday, remember?"

He nods with a slight smile, as if he has a pleasant memory about it.

"I remember you loved it when you saw it. You looked like a little child when you saw it in the vitrine." He says with amusement in his voice.

You can't help but giggle, "And when it was later that day, you arrived with the dress. I remember that night so well."

And he smiled, a genuine smile this time, "Me too, your joy is one of the most striking things in my memory."

You smiled back as you poured the coffee into the mugs, carefully carrying them to the table where he stood.

"Thanks." He murmurs, holding the mug in his hands.

You nodded, sitting down next to him and taking a sip of coffee.

And you stopped to notice him, his neat hair, the perfume he always wore. His shirt, along with his jacket and baggy pants. As always, he didn't stop being handsome for a single second.

Plus, you couldn't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes and the slightly tired expression he had.

Your eyes wander to a small cut on his face, and you ask, "Another mission?"

He nods silently, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Do you think... we could try again?" He asks gently, but without looking at you.

You sigh, running your hands through your hair, before saying, "I don't know Leon... Things are complicated between us. Your work, your problems with alcohol. And it's just... complicated..."

He looks at you, those blue eyes that take your breath away every time that you could spend all day looking into.

"I know... I know I screwed everything up..." He admits between sighs.

You put your hand over his in a gesture of affection.

His eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"You know... I've been trying to change... I'm slowly cutting down on alcohol. Really... besides, I've been taking a break from work." And he seemed sincere. You had no reason to doubt him.

"That's good. That's great for you." A real smile appeared on your face, even though you had heard this phrase a few times before.

"I feel lonely without you." He finally says, sensitive words coming out in a whisper.

And in fact, it wasn't a lie. It was a reality. He said it from the bottom of his soul, from the bottom of his heart. You were his rock, the person he could share all the secrets, all the missions, all the shit that happened in his life. A confidant, who he could tell everything, and he wouldn't be judged. On the contrary, you would welcome him into your embrace, caressing him and advising him. Doing your best to make him feel safe, secure, so that finally, if only for a brief moment, he could just be Leon.

Without having to be the cool, cold, strategizing agent, no, with you, he was just Leon, and he just loved that.

He could be himself. He felt like that young man before things happened in Raccoon City, a normal man, with the woman he loved and the fruit of their love, a beautiful little girl.

With you, he felt free, to cry, to smile, to complain. For everything, he didn't have to fear, because you were a joy to him, you were what kept him sane every time he came home from those damn missions, every time he woke up in the morning, he couldn't wait to see your face beside him. Just to see you, sleeping like an angel next to him.

And you knew all this. You knew how lonely he felt, how closed off he could become. But you always found a way, a way for him to open up to you and trust you even more.

"I know... I know..." Was the only thing you could say because you also felt bad about the situation. How could you not? You had been hurt just as much as he had in this relationship.

"I know I made a mistake, I know. And I blame myself every day for it, but I wanted a chance. We can try, we can be a family again." This time, he intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly.

You find yourself staring at the now empty coffee mug. The gentle rain was falling outside, and from time to time, you could hear the drops falling on the window.

For some reason, this comfortable climate reminded you of when the two of you would lie on the sofa and watch a movie cuddling. As if nothing else mattered. And you missed it so much now.

You face him, plucking up the courage to say, "What if it's all the same? What if our relationship ends the same way?"

They were fair questions. After all, despite being a man of his word, Leon might not keep his word. At the end of the day, he was a human being like any other, and he could make mistakes just the same.

He was quick to squeeze your hand and gently planted a kiss on your palm, "I swear, I promise you it will be different. I've changed, I'm trying my best to be a good father to our daughter. Just as if you let me, I want to be a better husband."

And that was enough to make your heart skip beats. You wanted to throw yourself into his arms, hug him, kiss him madly, as if nothing else mattered.

But your mind said no, but your heart screamed and cried out for him. How could you ignore him? He was the man you loved, right there, willing to try again.

"Leon... I don't know... it's not that I don't trust you, I just... get apprehensive, you know?" And you were being honest, but you still didn't have the courage to face him. And once again, you find yourself staring at the empty mug, looking for any other distraction.

"I know, I'm not asking you to forgive me now. You can take as long as you like, but all I'm asking is that you think. I want another chance, just this once." His voice was clear, full of affection.

And again, your body betrays you. You surrender to his words, an almost indiscreet smile appears on your face, God, you wanted him so much. Just as he wanted you.

There's no explanation, you're made for each other, you're soul mates, there's no other reason.

Those blue eyes, scanning you, looking for any sign, any little sign.

And as a way of trying to lighten the mood, you took your mug and his and washed them.

And for a moment, his eyes grew sad. He didn't want to let go of your hand, let alone have you move away from him.

He sighed audibly, leaning back a little more in his chair. His eyes didn't stop following you for a single minute.

A few minutes after washing the mugs, you lean against the sink, cross your arms, and look at Leon with a discreet smile. You're trying to find the right words to say to him.

"You can..." You stop talking mid-sentence, your eyes roaming around the kitchen nervously.

And that was more than enough to catch his attention, who approached you, standing in front of you.

"What? Do you want to tell me something?" Leon asks, with a clear tone of curiosity in his voice.

You smiled a little shyly, feeling like a silly young girl at the moment, "Can you sleep here?"

And that seemed to take him by surprise, but not in a bad way. It didn't take long for a broad smile to appear on his face, as if you had just given him news that would brighten his night, and indeed it would.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say." He gently takes both your hands, caresses them, and plants a kiss on each.

You giggled, letting yourself be carried away by the moment. Meanwhile, the rain was getting worse outside, and the weather was getting a little worse outside, but that only made it more comfortable inside your house.

"So... shall I take you to your room? It's getting late." Leon tells you, but you both know it's just another excuse for you to cuddle and spend at least one night together.

"Yes... we can go there." You take his hand, gently guiding him to your room.

However, he stops you, soon carrying you in his arms. Carrying you in a bridal style.

"Leon... you don't have to..." You whispered, but it was clear that you loved being cuddled like this in his arms.

"I want to, please. I want to feel you in my arms." And he gave you a light kiss on the forehead, snuggling you even closer into his arms.

And you never ceased to be impressed by him, the way he carried you so easily, even when you were pregnant, he carried you as if you were just a feather.

And to be honest, he loved it, loved how lovely you felt in his arms, how safe he made you feel.

After a while, you both arrive in the bedroom, only to see your daughter sleeping peacefully in your bed. She looked like a little angel.

"I'm taking her to her room." Leon whispers to you as he gently sets you down.

And soon he too carried the little girl up to her room, not taking long to return. And as soon as he walked back into your room and saw your figure sitting on the bed, looking at him with that adorable smile, he couldn't help but let a sly grin escape.

In the blink of an eye, there he was, embracing you as he gently laid you down on the bed, holding you tightly in his arms.

"You have no idea how much I miss you..." A muffled voice comes from Leon's lips as he rests his head on your chest.

And you start playing with his hair, stroking it from time to time.

"I know... I miss you too, Lee..." And his heart fluttered when you called him that, the nickname you gave him yourself, and he loved it every time you called him that.

He squeezed you tighter, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him. Not in a rough way, but strong enough to hold you in place. And on that cold night, you felt that your bed was warm, and more than that, it was cozy, inviting. And that's just because Leon was there, that's all. He had that effect, that effect on you, if the two of you were together, even the worst of situations became tolerable.

"You don't know how self-controlled I am. All I want to do is kiss you, you're stunning tonight." And you could feel his fingers moving gently on your hips, making little circles.

You giggled again, "I think I can imagine."

He smiled along with you, starting to kiss and nibble your neck affectionately, without rushing, just doing it passionately.

You let out a heavy breath, clinging tighter to him. At this point, your heart was pounding. You felt like a teenager again, feeling silly and youthful.

And in an even gentle way, he began to caress your thighs, giving them light squeezes.

While he was still kissing and nibbling on your neck, which gradually became more intense.

"That's good, Lee..." You let out a slight gasp, which was basically music to his ears.

"I know, babe. I know." His teeth drag across your skin, a sensation that could easily give you goosebumps.

His hand went under your dress, giving him the opportunity to caress your bare skin, which made him even more aroused.

And you let a soft moan escape from your lips, as soon as you felt his warm hands touch your thighs. And you realized how much you missed him, how much you missed his touch and his love, and of course, so did he.

And slowly, he began to move upwards with his mouth, going all over your neck until he reached your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses. Soon, he was on your cheeks, and finally, pressing a hot, passionate kiss to your lips.

The way you two kissed, while romantic, could be considered thirsty because you wasted no time in sliding your tongues into each other's mouths, deepening the kiss quickly. As if the two of you couldn't wait another second.

"Fuck... I've missed you so much." He says in a husky voice, his thumb rubbing your lower lip affectionately.

And frankly, the way you looked at him, the way your lips were parted and you were gasping for breath, was enough to fill his body with lust.

And once again he captures your lips in a sensual kiss, now beginning to squeeze the soft flesh of your ass, pushing you even harder against him.

"Leon..." You moan into his lips, letting him squeeze and caress your body however he wants.

He gives you a little smile, biting your bottom lip in response.

"I'll make it worth your while, don't worry." He whispers, now he's playing with the flaps of your panties, gently caressing your soft skin.

And you took the liberty of sliding your hands under his shirt, feeling his strong, chiseled chest. Your fingers explored every corner, as if for the first time, and you could bet he was enjoying it, the way he let out sweet whispers against your lips.

And he broke away from you for a moment, only to remove his shirt and jacket, making you salivate at the privileged view of his chest.

"You know I love it when you look at me like that, don't you?" He teases, as he watches you bite your lower lip.

You sit on the bed, leaning on his waist as you kiss and lick his chest, just the way he loved it.

And you can see the lust shining in his eyes, a fervor that wouldn't cease any time soon. He put one hand in your hair, smoothing it while saying sweet words of encouragement, because more than anything he wanted you to continue.

And slowly you reached for his belt, and you could already see the bulge forming in his pants, and you used your fingers to caress the spot, eliciting a soft grunt from him.

And there you were again, giving him soft, gentle kisses over the bulge in his pants, just as a way of teasing him even more, and he seemed to be enjoying it, as his hips trembled from time to time.

And when you finally removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, leaving him with just his boxers. He took a deep breath, in a way to contain himself, to regain his composure.

"No... no, darling." With a slight push, he lifts your face, making you look at him, you had a confused expression, then asked, "Don't you want to?"

He smiles and nods, "I want it more than anything, but tonight, tonight I'm going to pamper you. I'm going to pamper you from head to toe."

And with that he lays you back on the bed, standing over you and whispering sweet words, "Tonight I'm going to make my redemption. For making you feel alone in this marriage," he begins to kiss your cheeks, pressing your body against him.

"Tonight I'm going to show you how loved and adored you are by me, understand? I'm going to do what I should have done at our marriage."

And with that, he kissed your entire face, your cheeks, forehead, lips, nose, every corner of your face.

His hands danced all over your body, caressing and squeezing, massaging every tense spot on your body. He wanted you to be completely relaxed because he was going to take care of you tonight.

You just nodded, letting yourself be carried away by him, letting him take complete control of the situation because at the end of the day, you didn't give a damn. You needed it as much as he did.

He pulled your dress up to your waist, and you felt the cold air hit your bare skin, but it soon passed when you felt his big, warm hands on your thighs. Massaging each spot, kissing and nibbling lightly, and drawing moans from your lips.

"God... you're going to ruin me like this," You teased, looking at him with a playful smile.

But his naughty grin was the perfect response, "That's my intention, baby."

And a lovely sound falls from your mouth as his fingers barely touch your wet surface, and you can feel your soaked panties.

He kissed and nibbled your inner thighs, dragging his tongue there from time to time, keeping one hand on your hips, to steady you, and the other stroking your core over the cheap fabric of your panties.

Involuntarily, your hips began to move against his hand, desperately seeking more friction.

"My pretty girl, are you that wet? Just for a few touches, mh?" He teases, sliding your panties aside with one of his fingers, threatening to put it inside, the tip of his finger caressing your entrance.

"Mhmm..." You whimpered, looking at him with a sly face, almost begging him to continue.

And he giggled, sliding your panties down between your legs, taking them off and throwing them in a corner of the room.

And there was that vision of paradise in his eyes, your pussy wet, dripping, all because of him.

He just laughed again, shaking his head, "You know damn well I can't resist you." And without giving you a choice, he buried his head between your legs, holding you firmly by the hips, preventing you from squirming.

"Leon.. God." You moaned shyly, feeling him give you sloppy kisses all over your intimate area, sliding his tongue around the spot, making you even more excited.

"My baby is always so wet for me, always ready for me. You're a naughty girl, but I can't complain." He smiles, sliding his tongue into your center, almost starting to enter your entrance.

You gasp, your body arching at the delicious sensation of his hot muscle working on your needy cunt.

With his thumb he stroked your clit, making circular movements, calm and firm, he knew exactly where to touch you.

"Fuck... Leon..." You whined, putting one of your hands on his head, pushing him towards you.

He grunted, but didn't complain. On the contrary, he grabbed onto your legs and started fucking you with his tongue, without the slightest mercy.

"Holy shit, oh... oh..." You moaned audibly, thrusting your hips against his lips looking for more contact, as if that were possible.

You felt so close, head empty and heavy, body hot and bothered. You were close, but so close. And he didn't help either, he ate you like a caged animal that hadn't had a meal in months.

"Cum on my tongue, go on. Do it for me," and once again he planted lazy kisses on your intimate area, licking and kissing, not stopping to caress your clit for a second.

And to finish, he pinched lightly on your clit, dragging his tongue all over your pussy, which was enough for you to moan his name out loud, pushing him against you even more. Your thighs pressed against his head, and he loved it.

He loved it when you held him like this, giving him the opportunity to continue kissing you after orgasm.

"Oh...oh... God." You whispered, your lips parted as you breathed heavily, your body trembling and sweaty. The sensation was too good, impossible to regain consciousness that quickly.

"Good girl, you taste fucking good, you know that, don't you?" Leon says, licking his lips and wiping his fingers, licking slowly to feel the sweetness he loved so much.

You smile at him, still catching your breath from the intense orgasm. And before he did anything else, he finished taking off your dress, taking off your bra with it.

And now you were completely exposed to him, and you could see that gleam in his eye, an unusual hard-on, which he only felt for you. Only you.

Without wasting much time, he removes his boxers, and his member almost jumps out. Hard and ready, with a little of pre-cum running down the head of his dick.

"You're perfect, just perfect." He murmurs to you, looking your naked body up and down, masturbating at the sight.

"Be good to me and spread those beautiful legs, mh? Can you spread them for me, princess?" And as if it were an order you obeyed, spreading your legs and giving him the perfect angle.

"Yes, good girl." He pressed your knees together, directing them towards your chest, slowly fitting himself into you.

And it worked like magic. He positioned himself between your legs, stroking his member before putting it into you, little by little, centimeter by centimeter.

You both moaned as you felt him go all the way in, stretching your tight, velvety walls.

Soon, he was all the way in, leaning some of his weight on you, holding onto his elbows, while you wrapped your legs around his hips, preventing him from moving away.

"Fuck, I've already put a baby in you, and you're still this tight," He growled in your ear, starting to thrust harder.

And all you could do was mumble things here and there, most of which made no sense. You had no control over yourself at this point, you just wanted to surrender to him, and that's what you did.

Skin colliding with skin, you scratching his back as his name kept escaping your lips, and he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

And he'd leave you whimpering loudly as soon as he hit one of your sweet spots, the way he'd hit that spot, he knew all your weaknesses, when he could and couldn't touch, what it's like when to touch, he knew perfectly.

"What about these tits here?" He teases, while with one hand, he caresses and plays with your nipples. Stretching between his fingers, it was a little uncomfortable, but it was good in a way.

"Ohh..mhmm.." All you could say was as soon as he put his warm mouth on your right breast, and his hand caressed and massaged the left one.

His tongue curled around your nipple as he sucked on your breast like there was no tomorrow, and it was sure to leave a mark the next day.

All you could hear in that room was the moans of pleasure, the bodies crashing against each other.

And with a 'pop' noise, he removed his mouth from your breast. Smiling at you in a cheeky way, seeing how surrendered to him you were.

"You're close, aren't you? Why don't you act like a good girl and cum for me, Hm?" And God, those words could get you off the ground in a matter of seconds.

As a way of stimulating you further, he starts massaging your clit in circles, helping you reach your limit even more.

"Leon... ahhh. Leon." You moaned desperately, nails digging into his back, legs wrapped around him as a way of holding on even tighter. You can be sure that tomorrow those nail marks would be clearly visible on his back.

"Yeah, come on, fuck - if you keep squeezing me like that, I'm going to cum too." He grunted, grinding his hips into you.

He was losing himself more and more, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter, and you could feel his cock twitching in you, more and more.

"Mhm.. Leon, I'm gonna cum." You murmured, feeling your body go further with his touches.

As a quick response, he started thrusting even faster, his cock slamming into your deepest places, hitting your g-spot again and again.

And there you go, your head goes blank, your body writhes and you let out a loud moan, calling out his name. Your body arched sharply, crashing into Leon's chest. I don't even need to tell you what a mess you've made of his cock, your fluids making it even wetter.

All he did was give you a satisfied smile, crushing his lips against yours, giving you a hot, sloppy kiss.

And now he pressed your legs against your chest, putting you in a mating press. Smashing his cock into you, hard and deep, he was searching for his own limit. And it certainly wouldn't be long because of the way you held him, your warm, wet walls sucking him inside, like the most impure image in the world.

And with one final thrust he finished inside, letting moans and grunts of pleasure come from his lips. And there was the scene, he filled you with his cum, which was deep inside you. And it was a strangely good feeling, you felt full when it happened.

And as soon as he'd finished, he lay on top of you, crushing you with his weight, but he was still holding on so he wouldn't fall all over you.

And there you both were, covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting and bodies glued together, still connected in the most intimate way possible.

"I fucking love you. Do you hear me?" he whispers, looking at you with the gentlest, most adoring eyes.

You smile, a tired but satisfied smile, "I know, I love you too." Sincere and simple words that came out of you, but that left him in a state of ecstasy.

He was quick to bring your lips together in a passionate kiss, embracing you gently.

That's what he wanted to hear, he needed reassurance, reassurance that he could try again. That he could win you back again, and he wouldn't stop until that happened.

"I'm going to make you mine again, my sweet wife." He murmurs into your lips, full of affection and tenderness.

You giggle, running your hand through his dark hair. You knew how insistent he was, and that he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

And after a few more kisses, he lay down next to you, tired of holding his own weight. And then he took your left hand, where you wore your wedding ring, then grabbed your ring finger and played with it.

"I'm going to make you wear a wedding ring again, do you hear me? I'm going to make you marry me again, no matter what I have to do." He smiles gently, giving your palm a few kisses.

"I'll wait for that, Kennedy." You tease him in a playful way, pinching his cheeks.

And for a moment, he thought, and then began to speak, "You know, how about tomorrow we spend the day together? Me, you, and our daughter? We can watch some movies in the morning, and in the afternoon we can go for a walk in the park." He suggested excitedly, hoping that you would accept.

And you smiled so broadly that you couldn't hide it. You grabbed him in a tight hug.

"Of course, of course. It'll be great." You answered him just as excitedly.

And then he put your hair behind your ear, holding your face with both hands, then he began to talk in a more seductive way, "And in the night, we can go out for dinner. Just you and me, what do you think? I can call Claire, and she can stay with our daughter. And we'll both have the whole night to ourselves. Sounds good?" He knew you too well, and of course you wouldn't reject his proposal, not even if you wanted to.

You nodded eagerly, hugging him once more.

He smiled, returning the hug.

"Let's go to sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a great day." And he was going to make sure of it, you bet.

It wasn't long before the two of you were cuddling, getting lost in each other's caresses. The familiarity of being safe in your lover's arms made you fall asleep quickly, just as he fell asleep right after you. He couldn't ask for more. He was close to you, and he would try anything to make your relationship work this time, and he would make his promise count.

Leon is adamant that it’s bullshit. 

From the moment you came home going I got this new perfume, remember the friend I was talking about last weekend? The lunch one? They gave it to me and told me it would make you go absolutely feral-can you believe that? I’m under no assumption that you’ll lose your mind over this but I think I’ll try it anyway-he thought it was a stupidly expensive scam.

He’d tried to convince you to throw it away countless times, or at least just forget about it. There’s nothing better to him than your natural scent, the alluring way you smell exactly like home and warmth and comfort, sex and bliss and desire all at once for him. He’s adamant that there will never be a better scent, and that any perfume you think will make him go feral will actually make his nose hurt with the artificial chemicals in it. 

You don’t even wear perfume around him generally anymore, it makes him huff at you in childish annoyance and cross his arms until you at least try and wash it off. Even when you’re fresh out of the shower he struggles, nose assaulted by the various products you use and stinging a little when he leans in to embrace you.

(There was one memorable time when you’d put perfume on automatically, running around your room to get ready and spritzing your old favourite onto your neck before you winced and realised what you’d done. Even if you washed it off that second it would still be far too strong for Leon. When he’d walked in he’d baulked and visibly recoiled, looking hurt as he softly asked why he couldn’t smell you, what’s the stupid chemical scent? And when you’d explained what had happened sheepishly, he’d laughed before realising it made him breathe more of the scent in. He’d then disappeared for fifteen minutes, before walking back in and informing you he’d just been to the shop around the corner-and very seriously putting nose plugs in. He had to fuck you from behind that night because you laughed in his face at every turn.)

So yes, he’s more annoyed that someone has scammed you into getting this than anything.

And then one night your wide eyed stare gets to him, all your pleading about at least trying it, and he finally gives in, tells you to just use the tiniest amount you can and, well, you’ll both find out if he goes…feral, won’t you?

You do it when he’s not expecting it, on a day you know he’s just been with Chris for, not doing anything strenuous he’d just mentioned they had papers to go over but-he’d secretly told you-it would be mostly drinking and pretending they weren’t sharing everything with Claire and Jill, who would also be with them. 

He can smell you when he’s walking up the stairs to your shared apartment, something that makes him frown in confusion. He loves it don’t get him wrong, but he doesn’t know why your scent is so strong. What if regular people could smell you? What if other men are as obsessed with your pheromones as he is???

Leon takes the stairs two at a time at that thought, bursting open the door and staggering back as your scent hits him. 

Once every four or five months, Leon has this period of about three days where he goes a bit…feral, nowadays. Since Spain, basically. Neither you nor him have ever mentioned it to any kind of doctor or scientist, out of fear that he would be taken away and experimented on. But fuck, he feels a little like that now, even though his last one was only about a month or two ago.

He’s stripping his clothes off before he even sees you, littering the hallway with his shoes, jacket, shirt, socks. You’re just standing in front of your bookshelf when he comes into view, and boy is he a sight to see.

Leon’s cheeks are flushed pink, his neck is gleaming with sweat and you can see a tendon pulsing, his chest is rising and falling heavily and his hands are fumbling with his belt, tugging it off and shoving down his jeans and briefs in one to throw them across the room somewhere. You don’t even get a word out before he’s on his knees in front of you, sloppily mouthing at you through your underwear (thank fuck you’re only wearing that and one of his shirts).

A movement catches your eye and through the haze of pleasure you manage to look down just in time to see pretty spurts of come pulse from his cock as he strokes it, painting the floor and his thighs. But he doesn’t slow down. 

Leon just hooks his free arm under your thigh to throw it over his shoulder and support you, fingers hastily shoving your underwear out of the way-all while his other hand never stops stroking his shaft, which still looks painfully hard, and his balls seem achingly full.

stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW

warnings: stepcest, ghost stories, teasing

not proofread ✌️

“You really think that’s scary?”

Leon rolls his eyes and flaps his hand at you, “Okay then, princess. Tell me a really scary one.”

You grin, tucking your feet under his thighs. You’ve both sprawled out onto the couch in the living room, each seated with your backs against the arm rests facing each other. The tv plays out the ending credits to a horror movie in the background. His feet bracket your hips and he reaches down to grab your feet to place them into his lap. 

“C’mon,” he grins, “or are you all talk?”

You wiggle your sock covered toes and he squeezes your insoles.

“Alright, alright. I have one and it’s a real ghost story.”

He scoffs but doesn’t say anything, letting you have your turn. 

“Okay, so my friend and I were hanging out at her place and we decided to go down into her basement cause she swears it’s haunted.”

Leon softly massages your feet as you gesture animatedly with your hands. 

“So then we get down there and it’s just like any old basement, y’know? But we turn the lights off to use our phones to find a place to sit in the middle of the room.”

“Wait, is this that friend—“

“Shhh,” you wiggle your feet til he clasps them tightly in his broad hands, “I didn’t interrupt you.”

He chuckles, “Alright then, go ahead.”

“Okay, so we get all settled in and invoke the spirits,” you flutter your fingers, “and for a while nothing happens.”

You pause for dramatic effect but Leon snorts under his breath making you pout. 

“Well, we sort of just sit there chatting and then we hear some kinda noise off in the corner. We just ignore it as some house noise but it happens again, only closer.”

You scoot forward, dropping your voice a bit lower. 

“So we stop talking and my friend opens the audio recording app on her phone and we sit still again, but nothing happens. She locks her phone and we get up to head back upstairs feeling a little on edge.”

Leon’s hands have stalled, just holding your feet as he listens more closely to you. 

“We get back up to her room and she sees it’s still recording so stops it and we listen to it,” you’re whispering now, “and there was a voice.”

Leon rolls his eyes, “I’m sure there was, princess.”

You smirk, “There was and I have it.”

“No you don’t,” he scoffs.

Grabbing your phone from the floor, you quickly go through your messages and pull up the audio bite your friend sent you. 

“Here ya go,” you hand off the phone to Leon who holds it up to his ear. 

A soft whispery voice plays through your speakers and Leon glances at the screen before handing it back. 

“So?”

“So what? How do I know that’s not you or your friend?”

You pout and press your foot into his thigh, “Because why would I lie? I’m being serious, Leon. She won’t even go back into the basement anymore.”

He shrugs, grabbing your thighs and pulling you into his lap, “Alright, not saying I think it’s real but I don’t think you’d lie.”

You grin and kiss his cheek, “Thank you for that backwards compliment.”

“Still not any scarier than my story,” he teases, hands gripping your waist. 

“Yours was so lame!” you place your hands on his shoulders and squeeze, “I wasn’t even scared.”

“Oh yeah?” he grins, “I can keep going. One of’em is bound to scare you enough that you’ll end up sleeping in my bed.”

You laugh, “Okay, I’m down for that.”

He hums and rocks up against you making you sigh.

“Or we could just head up to my room now,” he kisses your neck, “have some fun of a different kind.”

“As much as I love scary stories, I definitely vote for that one.”

You gasp in surprise when Leon swings his legs off the couch and stands up, lifting you over his shoulder.  

“Leon!” You laugh and he smacks your ass making you whine. 

“Faster this way, don’t wanna waste any time,” he tosses back to you, carrying you up the stairs and into his room. 

PART "CHAPTER" THREE

Rookie sits on the cold floor with his back pressed against an even colder cement wall. But he feels uncomfortably warm with you sitting right next to him leaning your head on his shoulder.

It’s been an hour since he watched your random make out session with his older self. It stirred up feelings within himself that he’s not sure he wants to address. But sitting here in silence, there’s nothing else for him to really do. Of course his mind is wandering, threatening to burst out of his skull completely if he doesn’t suffocate the flames.

You’re not in any better state of mind. He feels less like a pussy seeing you struggle to process and cope with everything, just as he is, but he also wants to take it all away from you. He hates seeing you in so much pain, so torn up inside that all you can do is stare off blankly. He knows he’s useless to you right now. He’s staring off blankly at the same wall, so how in the hell could he ever be comforting to you?

Rookie never considered himself to be an overly anxious person, but right now, he feels like he merely exists as a cloud of anxiety over the room. 

He’s an insignificant man; he knows he isn’t destined for anything revolutionary or some sort of infamy. He’s looking at this older, well seasoned version of himself and doesn’t see how he could ever get to such a point in his life.

How is he supposed to meet the expectations layed out for him by his future self? Surviving apocalypses, outbreaks, and man made horrors? Somehow prevailing against all odds? He’s just Leon Kennedy, not a superhero. He’s been destined for failure since the day he was born. And yet, he’s somehow supposed to save lives and possibly even the world?

No wonder you freaking died! He’s irresponsible and not the leader type. He’s meant to do as he’s told and never fall out of line. That’s what Leon Kennedy is good at, not whatever this bullshit is. Time travel, for fuck’s sake? He’s entirely out of his element.

Then, he has to stand here quietly and watch as older Leon makes out with you. He sees this devotion and utter adoration in his eyes when he looks at you and it feels so foreign to him. That’s supposed to be him–he’s supposed to feel like that? Maybe not now, but one day? He’s capable of such a thing?

You’re a nice girl and everything, but he doesn’t know you all that well and he’s supposed to just accept that there’s something written in the stars between the two of you? How the fuck is he supposed to feel?

With the knowledge he now possesses, how is he supposed to authentically experience anything ever again? How does he naturally fall in love with you or know that he is in love with you, when in the back of his mind he knows he’s meant to? How does he go about his normal life, knowing an outbreak is coming and not to go running for the hills? Everything feels wrong–is everything wrong?

In all of the cheesy movies he’s seen about time travel, they say that this is the way timelines are destroyed. Is he responsible for completely fucking up the natural trajectory of the world? Maybe not this version of himself, but he still feels complicit. Something, or some things rather, happen to him and he’s messed up enough to be willing to destroy the world and society as we know it. What gives him the right–what makes him significant enough to do something so major?

Nothing has made sense since they showed up and pulled him from his life and timeline. He’s so overwhelmed and it’s only been a day or two since he was taken from his average life. 

You’re also overwhelmed and overthinking everything, but for very different reasons.

You’re sure of your feelings for Leon. When you thought he was dying, those feelings forced their way to the surface and demanded to be acknowledged. You could lie and blame it on the traumatic situation, but deep down, you know those feelings have always been there. It was easy to admit to them in the moment, simply because falling in love with Leon is one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. 

Now that you know Leon had to endure the same exact thing, except you actually died, it’s a hard pill to swallow to put it mildly. That’s not even mentioning the fact that you’re meant to die. You’re supposed to drop dead in what, a few weeks or maybe a few months? It fills you with an existential dread that you’ve never felt before. 

This must be how people feel when they’re told they only have a few months to live. The finality of it, the inevitability of it, fills you with a helpless feeling you desperately wish you didn’t have to address.

You keep replaying the conversation between you and Leon over and over and over. No matter how hard you try to push it out of your head, all you can hear are his words.

“...A life without you isn’t a life worth living for me.”

Dying? What the fuck is he talking about?

You pull yourself out of his grasp and force as much distance between the two of you as possible.

Leon speaks again. “I’m sorry. I know that’s a lot to process, but it’s my truth. I just needed you to know that.”

“I’m going to die?” Your voice is shaky, showing the nerves you’re trying to push down.

Leon shakes his head. “Not if I have anything to do with it. Hindsight is 20/20. If I have to sacrifice myself to save you, then I’m sorry I couldn’t live for you. But I’d choose you over absolutely anything any day. I’m nothing without you and I know you’d find happiness in this world, even without me. You’re resilient and beautiful and captivating. The world would bend to your will just to keep you.”

Your mouth falls open and all you can do is stare at him. You’re not one to ever be speechless, but you keep finding yourself in this state.

“How did it feel when you thought I died? Did you feel that emptiness–that helplessness? Do you understand how it feels now?”

“Not you. My Leon. And I’d rather not discuss how it felt, but thanks anyway I guess.” You avoid his eyes, but you have something else you need to say. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

You’re referring to the kiss and Leon recognizes that immediately.

“You’re serious?” He scoffs at you.

You scoff right back at him, “Yeah I’m fucking serious. You may be Leon’s older self, but you’re not my Leon. My feelings are for him.”

You feel like you betrayed him. Whether it’s his older self or his younger self or whoever, your loyalty belongs to your Leon. Fuck every other timeline besides yours and his. It’s the only timeline you give a shit about. 

“I’ll try to be patient with you. I know I’ve had a lot more time to process the dynamic of what’s happening, but my love for you is unconditional. I love every version of you. In every past life, this life, the next one, and the one after that.”

“We’ll be able to wake Leon shortly. He just needs to… marinate a bit longer for lack of a better term,” Luis snaps you from your thoughts.

You nod at him. The emotions are eating you up from the inside out and you’re starting to feel numb and disconnected. 

“Hey,” Chris speaks up this time. “You’re not going to die. We’re here for the sole purpose of saving you. We won’t let anything happen to you. It’d be a waste of time for all of us if we let you die anyway.”

His last sentence is humorous and even though you try not to laugh, you can’t stop the huff of breath that leaves you.

“What if we can’t save me? Or what if we destroy the world by messing with the timeline or something? What if God comes down and smites us all? If you believe in any of that. Whatever divine presence you could possibly believe in, it doesn’t change anything. How can we know anything we do will change fate?” 

The word vomit just keeps tumbling past your lips. You can’t help it. You’re terrified. You’re anxious. You’re every negative feeling to ever be translated into this language.

“We’ve succeeded before with a whole lot less,” Luis explains. “I’m supposed to be dead, yet I’m very much alive.” He does jazz hands. As if he didn’t just casually mention they’ve done the time travel thing before and it’s the only reason he’s standing here. He treats it like you’re discussing what to order for fucking lunch.

“He was the trial run,” Leon explains while shrugging. “Sort of like a crash test dummy. We weren’t going to put you through this without knowing if it could actually work. Plus he’s a scientist, or whatever.”

“Jee, thanks amigo.”

Chris’ lips thin as he fails to hold back a laugh.

“For Christ’s sake, what now?” Leon spits out at Chris.

“I think he calls us amigo to remind us how white we are. A more accurate translation of his amigos would be his white people. It’s funny.”

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s kind of funny,” you butt in and Leon’s head whips in your direction, shooting you a death glare. You throw your hands up in the air to feign your innocence, but he just shakes his head at you.

“Amigos, why must we always argue?” 

Chris responds, “See, Leon? He’s not denying it. He’s patronizing us-”

“What the fuck are you talking about-”

“Hey!” Luis yells over the two of them. “Kiss and make up, will you? We got shit to take care of.”

Both men finally quiet down; Leon getting one more dirty look in at Chris before shifting his attention back to the conversation at hand. 

“Any way,” Luis looks back at you, “These two managed to get their hands on the technology to come back and intervene in my…ending. But the side effects are pretty brutal. I’ve spent a lot of time researching and altering our methods.”

“The mechanics were terrible,” Chris grimaces.

“What gave you that idea? The fact that we almost killed ourselves in the process?” Leon scowls.

Rookie finally speaks up. “Is he always like this?”

“Hope not,” you mumble.

“As I was saying,” Luis once again has to bring everyone’s attention back to the actual discussion. “Your mission will be delayed due to an urgent matter. The president’s daughter is kidnapped and Leon will be sent to retrieve her. I was meant to die on that mission.”

Leon finishes the story for Luis.

“Then, I get back and we go on with our assignment and everything goes wrong. You die, I barely survive, it’s a shitshow. But now Luis is alive and we’ve figured our shit out, so now we can go on with our actual initiative; saving the girl who somehow considers me a different person.”

“Sorry this is a weird situation we’ve found ourselves in.” You snap at him and he gives you a look of complete surprise at the outburst.

And then, Leon laughs. It’s a humorless laugh as he cradles his face in his hands. You’re completely confused at his reaction and you know it’s showing in your expression.

When his head whips back up, his eyes instantly meet yours, your heart stops and you’re actually startled by the angry expression on his face.

“You died in my fucking arms!” He shouts and the whole room falls into silence. 

You can’t bring yourself to look away from him. You wish the world would swallow you up and remove you from this situation. Or maybe if you could fold in on yourself until you ceased to exist right before his very eyes. Anything to not feel the intensity in the heat of his stare. 

You don’t know what to say. What the fuck do you say to that? I’m sorry for dying? It wasn’t my intention to do so? Thank you? Glad you could join me there? 

“Can we have a moment alone?” His words express a question, but his tone iterates it as a demand not to be argued against.

The other three men quietly leave the room. As they walk away, you silently plead for one of them to stay–to not leave you alone to face his wrath and fury on your own. 

But your prayers go unanswered as Rookie gives you a sympathetic look before closing the door behind him.

You stare down at your hands as you fiddle with your finger nails. You don’t know which would be worse, the deafening silence or him actually speaking to you. Do you even want to know what he has to say to you? He’s furious, to put it mildly, and you dread the fact that he might take it out on you. Leon wouldn't do that though–or would he? Do you even know anything at all anymore?

He sighs heavily before walking over to you, sitting next to you on the floor. He takes over Rookie’s old spot, his presence much more crowding than he younger counterpart.

He takes your left hand in his much larger hands. You feel so small with the way your hand ceases to exist between his. It’s scary, it’s overwhelming, it’s comforting. It’s a perfect fucking fit is what it is.

“I don’t mean to be so angry. I don’t want to be, but I can’t control it anymore. I’m so fucking angry.” He speaks to you quietly.

“Why?” Your voice is even quieter than his. It comes out barely above a whisper.

“You were bleeding out in my arms. Your blood covered my entire chest and was dripping off of my arms. And it was so warm; it’s like I can still feel it coating my skin.”

You finally turn your head to look at him, but he’s still looking ahead. You bring your other hand to his, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. You silently encourage him to go on and he finally sighs, relenting.

“I could feel the life leaving your body, could feel you weakening against me. And in that moment, even though you knew you were dying and there was nothing we could do, you were comforting me. Assuring me that I’d be okay.”

Your lips form a sad smile, because you know that that is absolutely what you would do in that situation. Even as you lay there dying, half way in his arms and half way in the grim reapers, you’d want to make sure he was okay. You’d want to assure him that everything would be fine for him even though it wasn’t for you. It wouldn’t matter if you could accept the fact that you were dying or not; you’d want to comfort him with the fact that you were at peace with it. All for his sake.

“And then you were just,” He looks over at you and releases a heavy breath, “Gone. You stopped bleeding and your blood slowly dried into my skin. The blood went cold on me. And I knew there was nothing I could’ve done to save you, but I wanted that warm feeling back. I wished you were still bleeding out in my arms and that your warm blood was running down my body, just so that I could have even a few more seconds with you.”

You nod your head as you listen to him. He probably takes it as you encouraging him to talk about it and release it from his system, but it’s more than that to you. You understand how he felt. You would’ve jumped into the vat of liquid with Leon just to have those last moments with him. You hated the thought of him dying alone in there and you would’ve given anything to hold him in your arms that one last time.

“You know, I denied my feelings for you until the bitter end. I sat there with your lifeless body and that was when I finally allowed myself to admit I was in love with you. I was forced to acknowledge all of those emotions I’d refused to for so long. All I could do was whisper to you how much I loved you even though I knew you were no longer there to hear it.”

He leans in and rests his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry it took you bleeding out in my arms for me to finally speak the words of what I knew all along. I still feel the pain every goddamn day. I spent every minute after that wishing I would’ve just died with you.”

You pull your hands from his and bring them up to his face, holding his cheeks in your palms and forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“I know,” your voice waivers. “I know because it was the same for me. Felt like the fucking world was ending. I just knew that I loved you so much, and that I would never get to love you while you were alive.”

Leon wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped yours around him. You clung to each other so tightly, your souls might have actually merged together right there in that basement. It didn’t matter how complicated the situation was, because you two understood each other. And that’s all that really mattered in that moment.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

After a while, everyone is back in the basement. Chris, Luis, and Leon are gathered around the control panel, talking amongst themselves. You and Rookie are once again left to your own devices.

He hasn’t spoken much and just by the lost look on his face, you can see his mind running a thousand miles per hour.

“Hey,” Rookie’s attention is immediately on you, as if he was just waiting for you to speak to him. “I know it’s probably not comforting at all, but um, the version of me in your time is oblivious to everything too. We haven’t gone through life altering atrocities together yet. If she was brought here, I think she’d have shut down completely. Like, fuck, I’m still trying not to shut down completely.”

Rookie smiles at your attempt to calm his mind, like an actual smile. His actual smile versus the ones he fakes are so different, it’s like night and day. And you’d do anything to see his real smile, so you continue.

“I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you, having your dream ripped from you is devastating. Having to let go of everything you thought you’d have? Processing the world being completely different then how you always knew it to be? It’s miserable. It doesn’t matter if you save the entire world, you’ll never feel like a hero. But you are a hero, Leon. Nothing will ever lessen the burdens that are yours alone to bear and for that, I am so sorry.”

“Thank you,” he says before leaning his head on your shoulder, the opposite of your earlier position. When you were leaning on his shoulder in a subconscious need to be close to him.

“I think I’ll always mourn the life I wanted for myself. You know, the fulfilling career, finding my soulmate, the white picket fence. Can’t forget the house full of well behaved kids,” you huff out a laugh. “My dream is simple now, but seems so much harder to attain than my previous ones.”

“And what’s that?”

“To be happy.”

Rookie looks up at you, a solemn look on his face.

“Is it okay if I steal that dream and make it mine too?”

“Well, of course. Gotta shoot for the stars, right?”

You smile at each other, your smile only grows recognizing his genuine smile. And you stare at each other longer than what would be considered normal. But the longer you stare at each other, the harder you find it to look away.

In his eyes, you see every version of Leon and the feeling growing inside of your chest is foreign and new to you. Because he’s still your Leon, just the younger version. And the Leon leaning against the cement wall as he watches Luis and Chris argue over something on the control panel, is your Leon too. You have no fucking idea what to make of this realization.

You’re not sure how much time passes, when a throat clears, pulling you and Rookie’s attention over to the other men.

Your breath hitched as he stood and picked you up, carrying you the short distance to the bed. He was shaking, which was not normal for him. As soon as you were laid safely on your back on the plush bed, he crawled atop you and muffled your complaints with his own lips.

"D-Daddy--" You managed, trying to push him off of you, but his pupils were blown and his breathing was hard and he was determined-- it was as if he hadn't even heard you.

"You look so beautiful," He groaned, hands and lips wandering as he continued to lose himself to every last part of you, the feeling of you beneath his hands, your trembling breaths, the smell of you, the softness of your hair, all of you. "Such a pretty puppy, so cute with my little baby in you, huh? Doin' so good for me…"

Suddenly you froze, feeling your heart slamming in your chest as your ears began to ring and everything he said sort of just… melted together. You weren't really paying attention anymore. You knew this day would come. Of course you hoped today wouldn't be that day, but it was bound to happen eventually, and you can't say you were particularly shocked by his reaction.

So you resigned. You went limp beneath him on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he pinned you down and smothered your face and body in a barrage of kisses, his broad hands feeling over the roundness of you, of his baby.

Seemingly unaware-- or uncaring-- that he was just talking to himself at this point, Leon continued to ramble out his admiration, still shaking as he pressed a kiss just below your belly button. His voice lowered and through the static in your ears you somehow managed to realize he was whispering something, but not to you.

Reaching up to rub your eyes, you brought yourself back to reality just in time to hear him coo, "Gettin' so big already… My baby… You have the prettiest mommy in the whole world, you know that? And she loves you so much… We love you so much…"

You blinked slowly, trying to control your breathing. He's insane, You thought to yourself, He's fucking insane, and it's only downhill from here.

Just when you thought it wasn't scientifically possible for Leon to get more clingy and annoying, he managed to surprise you. You were beginning to wonder how he got any work done at this point, considering he was almost always home with you now… not that you even knew what his work required of him.

It had been eight days since he'd first noticed your bump and you were pretty sure he hadn't taken his hands off of you since that moment. Whatever it was he originally planned to do that night was a distant memory to him, but not to you.

Work. Work. Work. It was all you could think about as you lay pinned beneath him on the bed, his broad hands exploring every inch of your torso, feeling over the curve of your navel, peppering kisses in his wake. He didn't seem to be interested in doing much else lately.

Considering how ecstatic he was at this new development-- and how desperate you were to distract him from it for even a moment-- you briefly wondered if now might be a good time to bring it up again. Before you could stop yourself, you did.

"Daddy," You said softly, fingers carding through his soft hair as you watched him. "You never told me what you do for work."

Leon didn't even look at you while you spoke, and your words didn't really seem to register to him until a moment or two of silence had passed. Then, he paused abruptly, looking up at you through his brows. "That was on purpose, princess, remember?" He said. "It's not safe for you to know."

"R-Right…" You began, stepping carefully through your next words. "But why?"

Leon appeared a bit taken aback by your continued questioning, not to mention a little conflicted on how to respond. In his eyes he'd already told you everything you needed to know-- even though that wasn't much-- and that should have been that. But the tone of your voice was nothing but earnest. You weren't trying to overstep or be disobedient, you were being driven by purely innocent curiosity. He supposed he couldn't blame you.

He hummed in thought for a moment, tracing little shapes over your belly with his fingertips as he pondered his response. "Because what I do is very dangerous, and I keep a lot of secrets for a lot of powerful people," Leon spoke slowly and quietly, as though he didn't even feel safe discussing it within the walls of his own home. "That makes me and everyone I love a target, including you and our baby, princess. It's the same reason why I keep you here, to protect you."

You weren't sure how to feel about that. It seemed as though he was being honest with you, but then again it was always a gamble trying to discern whether he was being truthful or trying to manipulate you. Perhaps against your better judgment, you decided not to drop it.

"What kind of secrets?" You asked.

Leon's brows furrowed and he shook his head. "They wouldn't really be secrets if I told you, would they?"

"I-I know," You continued, trying desperately to keep this going, "But… you know you can trust me, don't you, daddy?"

He went stone still at your words and you almost feared you'd pissed him off, that is until his eyes softened and the look on his face went from stoicism to concern.

"Of course I trust you," He said, his warm hand spreading over the swell of your stomach. "But it's not about that, sweetheart. There are bigger forces at play here. I wouldn't ever put you at that kind of risk."

You almost couldn't believe this was working. Encouraged by his reaction, you kept going.

"I thought I was safe here… I-I thought you said you could protect me," You pouted a little to really sell it, brows upturned in worry as you stared down at him, very much playing a part on the outside but internally you were scrutinizing every last detail of his reaction to determine your next move.

His mouth fell open and closed a time or two as he fought to find the right words, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your stomach. "You are safe here, I swear," He said quickly, like he was trying to put out a fire, "I will do everything in my power to protect you both, always--"

"Then why can't you tell me? It makes me feel like you're hiding something from me and I don't like that," You cut him off. "I love you, daddy, I'm carrying your baby. I think I deserve to know what it is you're doing when you disappear all the time."

Leon was stunned, at a complete loss for words, and it took everything in you to keep a straight face. You honestly didn't think you had it in you to walk circles around him like this, but apparently you'd learned a thing or two about how his brain functions over the course of your time together. You'd sniffed out his deepest insecurities and managed to exploit them for your own gain while somehow maintaining your innocence.

"Sweetheart, I…" He trailed off, eyes flickering between the look of betrayal on your face and his own child swelling in your stomach, and it was as though you were watching him lose an internal battle with himself in real time. Finally, he cleared his throat and met your gaze. "I want to tell you, I do, but it's… a lot. I don't know if you're ready for it."

You tilted your head, eyes narrowing in confusion. "All I have here is time, babe. You could tell me you killed the president and I'd be ready for it."

His eyes widened for a moment and he stared blankly at you. "That was a joke, right?"

You resisted the very strong urge to roll your eyes. "Yes, that was a joke… Can you please just tell me?"

"Fine," He huffed, and admittedly it shocked you. You didn't expect him to give in. Maybe he was just sick of you periodically pestering him about it. Voice lowered, he smoothed his hands over your stomach almost like a nervous impulse before continuing, "I work for the government. I help to fight against biological weapons and terrorism."

To say that was the last thing you expected to hear from him would be an understatement. Over the months you'd pondered many possibilities of what his mysterious job could be, including something involving the government, but biological terrorism was not on your list.

You blinked. "What does that mean, exactly?"

Leon struggled for a moment to come up with a response, tripping over his own tongue until he could piece together how to explain it. "Mostly… viruses."

"Viruses?" The silence in the air was indescribably awkward. "Le-- Daddy, what the fuck does that mean?"

"Language, puppy."

"Just answer the question!"

Clearly you'd caught him off guard. It was painfully obvious he'd never put any thought into explaining this to you, considering he didn't think he would ever have to. It didn't help that he had no idea how to tell you why it was so hard to articulate in the first place, either. This wasn't turning out to be as simple of a conversation as you'd expected it to be.

"These viruses don't just make people sick. They do terrible things, sweetheart, things I can't even put into words. I would never expose you to that, ever."

Now it was you falling silent. Nothing he was saying made any of this make more sense and at this point, you were starting to regret asking at all.

Leon continued, "Maybe one of these days I can tell you more about it, but I just need some time to think, alright? I promise I'm not brushing you off."

It felt kinda weird to hear him speak to you like an actual person for once. It left you thinking that maybe catching him off guard is something you should do more often. For now, though, the task at hand.

You nodded slowly, letting your head fall back to rest on the pillows as he sighed out a quiet breath of relief and resumed obsessing over your body. Part of you wondered if he really was going to tell you more about it later or if he just said that to get you off his back about it. Either way, something felt better than nothing and for once you felt as though you'd actually won with him, however small a victory.

Still, the topic refused to leave your mind after the talk you'd had, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it. Days stretched into weeks and he was still dodging the question, and perhaps more infuriating, he'd hardly given you any space at all.

Every morning you'd wake up to him already staring at you, often with your shirt pushed up to bare your stomach so he could press his nose into the bump there, leaving lazy kisses across your skin. He'd insist on keeping you in bed until he'd had his fill, after which he'd practically carry you downstairs for breakfast. Following breakfast he'd help you get ready for the day, often dressing you in clothes that accentuated your bump, to the surprise of exactly no one.

Then he'd bring you into his home office with him to sit in silence while he worked. You would spend hours together in near complete silence while you lounged on the couch, reading random books from the wall while in and out of naps as he typed away. It's not necessarily that you weren't allowed to spend your time elsewhere, but he'd insist on checking on you every ten minutes if you didn't, so you figured it was just easier this way.

Eventually he'd finish up for the afternoon and rouse you for dinner, which was usually followed by some strictly supervised time in the backyard before ending exactly the way your days always started, right back in bed with him entirely too close to you. The days were beginning to melt together a bit, but you couldn't complain-- you'd much rather this than conflict, than kicking and screaming and crying and begging and pushing… even if it was only because you were growing a part of him inside of you.

At the feeling of his lips brushing softly over your forehead, your bleary eyes peeked open just in time to watch Leon exit the room, evidently trying to be quiet. He cracked the door behind him and retreated somewhere else in the house-- you figured he was just going to the bathroom or something and would be back shortly, so you rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

You were pretty close to doing so, that is until you heard some commotion from the kitchen and surmised he was cooking something, probably dinner for the two of you…

…Meaning he would be busy for a minute.

Almost immediately upon making this realization you sat up straight, rubbing your eyes before looking over to his desk. His laptop was still open.

You didn't give yourself the opportunity to decide against snooping-- you couldn't care less about whatever boring, confidential government stuff he was working on, you just wanted to see what was in that fucking folder.

Crossing the room in long, silent strides, you sat in his chair and minimized whatever he had open, taking a mental note of what it was so that you could cover your tracks later. You could hardly sit still as the mouse hovered over the folder ominously titled puppy.

After a beat of hesitation, you swallowed back the nerves and double-clicked.

The folder opened up to reveal several subfolders titled chronologically by month, the earliest one being titled for the month of March from the year before.

So that's where you started.

The contents of the folder were labeled chronologically as well, with video files and word documents for each day. You didn't want to risk playing any sound, so you decided to open one of the word documents.

03.13

0700

Hit snooze on her first alarm. Must not have slept well last night.

0715

Snooze again. I should up her dose tonight so she can get some good rest.

You froze, re-reading that sentence several times. In hindsight you couldn't say you were shocked that he was drugging you for a long, long time before he actually took you in, but to see it so blatantly confirmed before your eyes was haunting. Still, you continued to read further ahead.

1722

Made it home safe from work. Poor thing looks so exhausted.

1804

Finished up with dinner, getting in the shower.

1810

Made it inside, upped the dose in her tea for tonight. I know I said I wasn't going to do this anymore, but I couldn't help myself-- I took another souvenir, those pretty pink ones I like so much. Surely she won't mind, and she'll get them back when she comes home with me anyway.

1837

Out of the shower, in her favorite pajamas, watching a movie. My princess deserves a night for herself. I can't wait to share that bed with her.

2143

Winding down for the night, brewing her tea like a good girl. Taking position-- she'll be out cold in no time at all.

2336

Her hair is so soft and she smells so good. I love the weight of her head on my chest. I love her soft breaths. I love the way she whimpers and mumbles in her sleep. I hope my presence helps her rest better. She knows deep down she belongs with me. She knows. She knows. She has to know.

You closed the file and your eyes darted around the room before locking on the crack in the door. You listened intently to ensure Leon was still busy in the kitchen, which he was. With a trembling, controlled breath you backed out of the subfolder and scrolled a little further down, finding a folder titled Medical.

Inside were full and complete copies of your medical records, which you didn't even want to know how he got ahold of. Alongside your records was an extensive document listing more specific things about your health that either weren't in your records or were too deeply buried in them-- your blood type, your allergies, your nutritional needs, your diagnoses, your health risks.

Then you moved on to another folder titled Personal.

It contained what you assumed was every anecdotal fact about your life that he'd managed to glean from his heavy surveillance of you; foods you liked and didn't like, albums you enjoyed, personal care products you used, your favorite colors, favorite shows and movies, random little details about your past. Some of these things you couldn't even wrap your head around how he possibly could have figured out.

Until you found another folder titled Data.

Every device you owned had been cloned and data dumped into neat folders. Every image you'd ever taken or posted, every text or call you'd ever sent or received, every last bit of your digital footprint up to the day he'd whisked you away was documented.

You wanted to keep looking through it but you felt like you couldn't breathe. You had to remind yourself that the files weren't going anywhere and you needed a break, this was far too much traumatizing information for any one person to absorb in one sitting. Feeling grossly ill and perhaps a little dizzy, you closed out of the files and pulled up Leon's work again, taking a deep breath before standing up from the office chair.

But a familiar phrase met the corner of your eye as you moved, a document he had open titled RACCOON CITY INCIDENT.

With no idea what to make of that you shook your head and trudged back over to the couch, curling into yourself under your soft blanket. Try as you might to relax and act normal, you were trembling. This was a lot to digest. Leon had so thoroughly monitored your every last move before you even really knew he existed. For fuck's sake, he was breaking into your apartment with you inside to drug you and hide somewhere so he could lay with you while you slept… and god knows what else.

You weren't hitting snooze on all of your alarms every morning because you weren't sleeping well. You were hitting snooze on your alarms every morning and often showing up late to work and other life events because you were being sedated every night-- no, you were unknowingly sedating yourself.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to go completely scorched earth.

But you couldn't. You knew it would do you no good. You knew it would hurt more in the end. So you didn't.

The door creaked open and you listened closely to Leon's soft footsteps approaching you. He rested a hand on your shoulder, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he spoke, "Dinner's ready, princess."

With a barely noticeable nod you took his hand and followed him to the dining room, where you shared an uneventful, almost completely silent dinner that you were not even remotely psychologically present for. You didn't really come to again until you were struck by fresh air when he brought you out into the backyard.

It was jarring to snap back into reality so abruptly. The sun was nearly beginning to set and the breeze was a pleasant, comfortable temperature. If it were any other day, any other set of circumstances, it would be quite nice.

Leon's hands came to rest on your bump from behind, his chin on your shoulder as he swayed you gently side to side. "What's on your mind, hm? You've been quiet tonight."

You weren't really sure what to say. Of course you weren't going to be honest with him, so you defaulted to your regular answer.

"I'm just tired."

Leon sighed and kissed your shoulder. "You say that a lot, you know. I'm worried about you, pup."

Fuck, You thought, I need to find a new excuse.

"I-I'm sorry," You whispered, and while you initially planned to tack on some kind of explanation, your words failed you.

Leon's response honestly shocked you in its perceived sincerity-- "I don't need you to be sorry, sweetheart, I just need to know what's wrong so I can make it better. That's daddy's job, okay?"

His hand rubbed soothing circles over your bump and the warmth of him wrapped around you felt so pleasant. Given how upset you were, it was tempting to give into him, to ask him to just hold you and baby you and tell you everything was going to be okay, but you couldn't get those documents off your mind for the life of you and you had a feeling you were going to explode if you didn't say something.

So you did, in your own roundabout way.

"I've been thinking a lot about how I got here," You said slowly, like you were stepping around landmines. "You never really told me what happened."

Leon tilted his head curiously, unsure what you meant by that at first. After a moment it dawned on him and he froze. He didn't know how to proceed and the tension between you was palpable. Finally he cleared his throat softly and said, "I'm not sure you need to know about that, little one. It doesn't matter anyway. The only thing that matters is that you're here now, safe and sound and nicely bred."

You should have suspected he'd say something like that. You took advantage of the fact he couldn't see you roll your eyes and then you nodded, still trying to play the part of a good girl for him, hoping it would pay off eventually. "Right," You said, "I was just curious. We don't have to get into it if you don't want to, though it has been eating me alive a little bit."

Leon raised an eyebrow, turning his head to plant another kiss on your shoulder. "Eating you alive, huh?" He teased. "I'll tell you someday, sweetheart, I promise. When the time is right, I will."

"You say that a lot," You were quick to respond, heart stuttering in your chest as you almost immediately regretted having the nerve to throw his words back in his face. "How long until the time is right?"

"Until I say it is," He answered bluntly, voice having dropped into that low warning tone that always managed to set your teeth on edge. "It's okay to be curious, pup, but when I say no, I mean no."

His patience with entertaining your line of questioning was wearing thin and you could tell by the way his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. He was tensing up and the hand of his that was lovingly rubbing your belly just moments ago was now stone still and firm, fingertips just barely printing into your skin with his possessive hold.

You couldn't come up with something to say in time before he took a firm hold of your wrist and began to drag you back inside.

"What? Wait! I still have more outside time," You whined, tugging against his grip a couple times, eyes doe-like and begging for leniency.

Leon scoffed and tugged at you right back, and his pull was much stronger than yours. In just one movement he'd forced you back in line behind him, stumbling along as he pulled you toward the sliding glass door. "That's not your decision to make. You know, puppy, I'm worried you've forgotten who's in charge here."

You grasped at the doorframe in a last ditch effort to get to finish your outside time, but Leon was not having it. With an annoyed groan he turned to face you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, plucking you up effortlessly from the floor as you writhed and pouted.

"You're no fair!" Your voice raised, and as always you knew you were digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole with each passing second, but you felt as though you couldn't stop once you'd started. "I didn't do anything wrong, what are you punishing me for?"

Leon carried you upstairs, speaking as he walked, "This isn't a punishment, sweetheart, it's a reminder."

You had no idea what exactly he meant to imply by that, and you were even more confused when instead of bringing you into the bedroom, he made a turn and brought you into the spare bedroom.

Well, what used to be the spare bedroom. Now it was the bones of a nursery, barren of any furniture but a changing table, the only decoration being a few swatches of paint on the walls. He let you down from his arms but kept you tightly under his control, his strong hands guiding you by your hips to face forward, your back pressed up against his chest as he held you there to look at the room.

"Tell me what you see," He said firmly. "Look around this room and tell me what you see."

Your breath hitched in your throat and your head tilted in confusion. "Uh… The nursery?"

He hummed contently and you let out a breath of relief you didn't realize you were holding. "That's right, sweetheart, the nursery. Tell me why we've started turning this room into a nursery."

That was all it took for you to make the realization as to where he was going with this. Swallowing back the nerves, you replied quietly, "Because we're having a baby?"

"Yes, doll, because we're having a baby," His hands slid forward from your hips to cradle the swell of your stomach. "You're having a baby, my baby, and that makes you my responsibility. Every last thing I do, I do for you, whether you like it or not. All I have ever asked for in return is a little respect."

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared down at his hands resting possessively on your bump. All you could think about was just how close it would seem you'd flown toward the sun. Face burning, your mouth fell open to respond to him, but he cut you off with an addition to his statement that froze every last drop of blood in your veins.

"I know you went looking around, sweetheart. Didn't quite find what you were looking for, did you? Or did you just wanna try to trick me into saying it?"

He was calling you sweetheart but his tone was ice cold. Not raging, not furious, just frigidly condescending and accusatory, with a noticeable twinge of disappointment.

How does he know? You thought to yourself in a panic, feeling your blood pressure skyrocket at a moment's notice. Does he even have proof, or is he just assuming? Is he trying to trick me into telling on myself?

You were completely shutting down, dizzy with adrenaline and unsure how to proceed. Despite the sour feeling in your stomach that told you it was a terrible idea, you chose to call his bluff.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Your words came out in a pathetic whisper, voice cracking a little from the nerves.

Leon huffed out an amused breath into your ear. "Oh, sweetheart… you know I like it when you go all dumb for me, but not like this."

In typical Leon fashion, you weren't really given a chance to respond before his grip went from your belly to your waist, lifting you from the floor with ease. You wanted to say something, to scream at him to put you down, to ask him where he planned on taking you and why, but it would seem he wasn't taking you far. Just seconds later he was pinning you to the changing table, wrists held firmly above your head as he loomed over you.

"What are you--"

"Stop. Talking," He growled. "I've heard enough out of you. If you did half as much listening as you do talking, you wouldn't be in this position to begin with."

You weren't entirely sure what he meant by 'this position,' whether he was being literal or figurative, but shortly after you wondered this to yourself, you realized it didn't particularly matter. By now you should have known it was futile trying to rationalize anything he said or did, it just wasn't an easy task to submit yourself to something that made absolutely no sense to you. Unfortunately for you, that was something you were gradually getting used to doing.

Face burning, staring up at him with absolutely nothing left to say, you froze and simply… nodded. This response seemed to please him.

Leon smirked, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out as he continued to bind your wrists tightly with one hand, the other trailing down the length of your body. You cringed when he lifted the hem of your shirt to bare your stomach, try as you might to conceal it, your breath hitching when he grabbed you with his free hand and dragged you down until your hips were nearly hanging off the edge of the table, pressed firmly against the crotch of his jeans.

The hardened crotch of his jeans.

Your heart was thumping so hard you could see the way it forced your chest to rise with every beat. Why exactly he felt as though the solution to this was to fuck you on the very same table you would be changing diapers on in just a few months, you couldn't say. Oddly enough there was a part of you that felt grateful he'd come to this conclusion out of the endless list of significantly worse punishments that could have been. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't really seem like much of a punishment at all.

What you didn't know was that Leon had had more than enough of you abusing your pregnancy to break his rules, and he had no intention of letting you continue to do so any longer.

For a moment he was just rutting into you for his own relief, though thankfully that had the added benefit of ramping up your own excitement, the thin fabric of your sleep shorts and panties being the only barrier between your sex and Leon's clothed arousal.

Right when you were really starting to get into the dry humping, he pulled back just far enough to allow himself the space he needed to undo his jeans. As he did so, he began to speak again.

"We're going to have a family soon, sweetheart, and when that happens, you won't have so much time on your hands or empty space in that little brain of yours to be thinking about how you got here or who's looking for you," He began, his tone matter-of-fact as he freed his cock from the restraint of his boxers, pushing your shorts and panties aside so he could rut the weeping head against your slick folds. "For your own sanity, I'd suggest you quit looking for answers that don't matter and are only going to hurt you in the end."

Your eyes widened as you stared up at him, honestly dumbfounded by his words and no longer very interested in the sex you were about to have. Before you could interject, he continued, sinking the head of his cock into you as a means to cut off your words, which was successful.

"When you wrote that letter to your family, you made a commitment to me, to this. You're not a liar, are you, princess?"

Eyes clenched shut at the sting of him stretching you out, in desperate need of a little more preparation but knowing you wouldn't be getting any, you shook your head wildly, "I-I'm not a liar…"

"Not a liar, hm?" He taunted, voice still smooth and calm and patronizing. Leon jutted his hips forward, forcing more of his length into you and in response, a pained cry fell from your open mouth. "So, you weren't lying earlier when you told me you didn't know what I was talking about? You weren't lying when I asked you what was on your mind and you said you were just tired? You weren't lying that day you said you would be good for me and I came home to you trying to scale the fence?"

Each and every question began and ended with a shallow thrust until he was stuffed inside you down to the base, splitting you open on his throbbing length. Tears pricking at your eyes, you shook your head again and tried to control your breathing so you could get a word out, squirming against his hold on your wrists, but it was no use. Once more, he continued.

"You're lying to me now. Do you think I'm stupid, sweetheart? Think I was born yesterday?"

Like muscle memory, you shook your head and choked out, "N-No, I--"

"Because I wasn't. You think you're so smart, sneaking around behind my back, acting out, sticking your nose in places it shouldn't be, and you think I won't do anything about it because you're pregnant, huh?" His hips knocked into yours at a truly brutal pace now, his fist clenched tightly around your struggling arms, his other hand stroking over the swell of your belly as he fucked you. "Well, you're sorely mistaken. You should know by now I don't tolerate disobedient brats."

You were writhing on the cold table, thighs clenched tightly around his waist as he had his way with you. What seemed just minutes ago like a net positive for you, being fucked in response to your insubordinant behavior, had turned into yet another humiliating moment of being put back in your place. You began to wonder if he used sex to do this just because he knew he could take away your ability to think clearly and defend yourself.

Perhaps if this were just a normal argument, you'd be calling him a liar right back. You'd scream at him for constantly withholding information, for expecting you not to have questions, for expecting you not to miss your friends and family. You would have pulled at your hair and thrown things and cursed him out until you were red in the face.

But you couldn't.

Leaning over you until your noses were nearly touching, giving you little choice but to look at him, Leon grabbed your chin and angled your head down until you were forced to watch his cock hammering into you… not that it was incredibly easy to see over your swollen stomach. Your lip quivered and you froze, unable to look away despite how unnerving it was to have such a vivid representation of what he'd done to you-- and was currently doing to you-- shoved right in front of your eyes.

Letting out a soft grunt, feeling his peak quickly approaching at the sight of you rounding out with his seed and submitting to his every last word, Leon stroked his thumb over your tear stained cheek and said, voice low, "In five short months, you are going to be a mother, and even sooner than that I am going to expect you to start acting like it. Am I understood?"

Your mouth fell open again to respond, but your words were lost on you. Teary lashes fluttering dumbly, you nodded before letting your head fall back on the changing table with a soft thump. He simply grabbed you by the throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you a little lightheaded before angling your head back up to face him with his fingertips nearly bruising beneath your jaw.

"Use. Your. Words."

Weakly, you whimpered out, "I… I-I understand," choking on your own tears and praying that would be sufficient, but of course it wasn't.

"Say it like you fucking mean it," He grunted, his own breaths falling uneven as he staved off his own orgasm, thrusts slowing slightly but still pounding into you with a force that made the legs of the changing table screech on the hardwood floor.

Finally he released his grip on your throat and you gasped for air, nodding desperately, skin dusted a rosy pink as you cried, "I underst-stand, daddy, I-I understand, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry--"

Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Leon smirked with satisfaction and seconds later you were met with the unmistakable feeling of his thick, hot seed spilling into you.

You awake the next morning at around 7:00am, stretching your arms and yawning loudly before rubbing your eyes, the events of the previous night gone from your mind as you climb out of bed. You throw on your pajama pants before going downstairs, where you find both your parents now huddled in front of the TV.

“What’s going on?” you ask, standing in the threshold of the living room before stepping in to join your parents.

What you see, shocks you. It’s a breaking news report. Fish and Game had found one of the hikers, Alicia Walker, dead off of one of the Mt. Lafayette trails.

“They’re calling it an animal attack,” your father suddenly breaks the silence, “there were signs she had been attacked by some kind of animal like a bear or… a coydog. But… I’ve never heard of bears or coydogs attacking people around here.”

Your focus returns to the TV, where you watch the reporter at the Mt. Lafayette trailhead.

“Fish and Game is asking hikers to never hike alone, let friends and family know if they plan on hiking and where, as well as bring adequate protection to defend themselves against wildlife until they can find and euthanize the animal responsible for this attack. Fish and Game believes this same animal is responsible for the other missing hikers, the latest being 21 year old Nathaniel Dion of Oakvale who was last seen Monday--”

Your eyes widen at the name; you went to school with this guy. He wasn’t anyone you knew personally, but he was one of the more popular guys in your high school class. You recall he was a huge fitness junky. He was also Chief Bob’s only son; you could only begin to imagine how much this probably distressed him and his family. 

“Poor Bob and Nancy…” you hear your mother say before she abruptly walks into the kitchen, “I’m going to call them up and see if there’s anything we can do to help them, Mick.”

“Yeah, it’s the least we can do, maybe we should have them over for lunch. I’m sure they could use the company,” your father suggests before turning off the TV and joining your mother in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, you remain in the living room, staring at your reflection in the TV screen before you turn, going back upstairs to your bedroom to get dressed.

Later that day, Chief Bob and his wife Nancy do end up coming over for lunch. Your mother had made up sandwiches and fresh ice tea for everyone. Sitting at the dining table with them was unfortunately awkward, Chief Bob and Nancy were clearly distraught, understandably so. 

“He said he was doing the Lafayette, Lincoln and Liberty loop, which normally only takes him a day or two. When he didn’t come back Wednesday…” Nancy begins, wiping tears from her eyes.

“That’s when I reached out to Fish and Game to report him missing, they immediately organized a search party. That’s when they stumbled upon that other hiker, Alicia. They found her when they were looking for Nate.” Bob finished, clearing his throat as he attempted to regain his composure. 

“Is it true what they’re saying? That an animal is attacking hikers?” you interject before biting into your sandwich.

“That’s the weird part. I asked for a copy of her autopsy report. The poor girl’s throat was practically ripped out, her blood drained out of her body almost completely--”

“Bob, honey, we’re eating.” Nancy scolded.

Bob continues, paying Nancy no mind, “when I talked to the coroner that did her autopsy, he said the bite wound was unlike anything he’s ever seen. I don’t know of a single animal up here that would do that and… drain the blood out like that.”

“I can see why they’re keeping that hush-hush. We don’t need any crazy rumors that we’ve got vampires or some bull crap like that,” Mick replies with his mouth full of sandwich.

“Fish and Game is still looking for Nate, I’m praying to God he just got off trail and got himself lost. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to him,” Nancy says with a sigh, resting her hands in her lap as she stares down at her untouched sandwich. 

Your mother reaches over, putting her hand over Nancy’s, giving them a pat, “I have faith that he’s out there. Mick and I and our daughter are here for both of you if there’s anything we can do to help.”

Nancy suddenly bursts into tears, sobbing at the dining room table loudly.

Your mother looks at you, “sweetheart, can you grab the box of tissues that is sitting on my nightstand for Nancy?”

You give your mother a quick nod as you stand up from the dining room table to head upstairs to the master bedroom. So many thoughts were racing through your head, mostly about how the hiker had died. Chief Bob was right; yeah there were bears and coydogs, but nothing would or could suck a person’s blood dry like that. Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you find the box of tissues on your mother’s nightstand, right where she said it was and brought it downstairs.

You sit back down at the table but you can’t help but zone out, thinking about Nate, lost in the forest.

That evening, you get yourself ready to go to work, heading into the garage of your family’s home to get into your bright yellow 1977 Chevrolet Chevette. It was kind of a beater, but it was reliable. Your dad had made sure it was running well prior to you flying back home. You turn the key, the engine roaring to life; you turn around in your seat and slowly back out of the garage to go to work.

You hear Whitney Houston’s ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody’ come on the radio, you turn up the volume and sing along. After a few minutes, you arrive at the gas station, parking your car on the side of the building before heading inside.

“Hey Peggy!” you call out as you walk in, walking into the back office to drop off your purse and car keys before heading up to the register.

“Hey sweetie!” Peggy replies when you come back out to relieve her from her shift, “how was your day?”

“It was ok, we had lunch with Chief Bob and his wife. I’m sure you heard his son Nate’s missing in the mountains.”

Peggy shakes her head, “I did hear about that, poor kid. I really hope they find him safe and sound. They found one of the other hikers dead, right?”

“Yeah, supposedly attacked by some kind of animal.”

“God help us…” Peggy says under her breath as she walks out from behind the register to let you in.

“Have a good night Peggy!” you say to her, seeing her off as you take up your post.

A couple hours go by, you watch as the sun sets behind the mountains. It was a slow night, so you took that opportunity to mop the floors, zoning out the roar of a motorcycle pulling into the gas station. The sound of the door chime snaps you out of your daze. You look up to greet the customer.

“Hey there, how can I help-- oh! Leon!”

Your heart immediately starts racing again upon seeing Leon. He’s wearing a blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a black vest on top and tight fitting black pants with black boots. The outfit makes him look otherworldly; simply stunning.

“Hey there, I was hoping you were working tonight,” Leon says, giving you a gentle smile.

“R-Really?” you reply as you haphazardly put your bucket and mop over in a corner, “how… can I be of assistance, Leon?”

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve heard, I bought that old house on the end of Hemlock Drive.”

“Yeah… Mr. Mason’s place, right? Oh… right… you wouldn’t know who that was…” you say, your voice trailing off. 

Leon lets out a playful chuckle before continuing, “well… I’m starting to realize I could use an extra pair of hands to help fix it up.”

“You want me to ask around to see if anyone can help?” you say, crossing your arms, shifting your weight on one foot.

“I was actually hoping I could hire you.”

Your heart jumps into your throat and your mouth hangs slightly agape as you process his words. The door chime going off again snaps you out of your shock.

“Hold that thought,” you gesture your finger at Leon as you walk behind the cash register to help the customer that walked in, a stranger passing through getting gas.

Leon stands behind the customer but off to the side, waiting for them to leave so that you two could continue your conversation. You send the customer off on their way after they pay for gas, drawing your attention back to Leon.

“So… what would I be helping you with? I don’t know much about… building stuff,” you explain, feeling your cheeks turn red.

“Oh no, nothing like that. I’d have you help with painting, cleaning, maybe nailing stuff down. Easy stuff, I promise. And I’d be paying you.”

“How much?”

Leon shrugs his shoulders, “I was thinking… $10 an hour? I’d have you do Monday through Friday from 7:00am to 3:00pm, give or take.”

$10?! you think to yourself. 

That is way over what you’re making here, which is minimum wage, “I’ll do it. I’d have to put my notice in here first.”

Leon smiles, “think you can start next Monday?”

“Absolutely!”

Leon leans forward against the counter, reaching across to give one of your shoulders a pat, “excellent! See you on Monday then.”

Leon gives you a subtle wink, turning to walk out of the gas station. You watch as he gets on his motorcycle, jumping a bit when it roars to life, your eyes remaining locked on him as he drives off. You can’t believe your luck.

Pulling up to his home at the end of Hemlock Drive, Leon parks his motorcycle out front, climbing off it before heading inside. Immediately upon entering the front door, he lets himself finally relax, taking off his vest before he works on unbuttoning his shirt. He walks into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror as he pulls his shirt off, revealing his chiseled chest. 

Before long, dark veins begin to sprawl across his body as he rubs the knots out of the back of his neck with one of his hands, his eyes closed as he lets out a low groan. He slowly opens his eyes, his ocean blue eyes now a brilliant red; they appear to glow in the low light of the bathroom. He snarls his lips at his reflection, revealing his sharp canine teeth that have descended, licking the points with his tongue before he steps back, admiring his physique in the mirror. All the while, something deep and primal within him, at the very core of his being, begins to nag him once more, something that wouldn’t stop since he first laid eyes on the cute girl that works nights at the gas station.

Breed.

In fact, he had gotten himself so worked up that night he met her while filling his motorcycle’s gas tank that he had to go out and hunt. Smirking in the mirror, he turns, walking out of the bathroom, approaching a door in the rear of the house that was padlocked shut. He pulls his keys from his pocket, unlocking the padlock and setting it aside on a small table before opening the door. It leads to the basement, the smell of blood immediately hitting his senses, driving his hunger wild. He descends the stairs slowly, flipping on a light at the bottom that turns on a single set of fluorescent lights.

Under the light, there is a support beam that a young man is tied to, bloody, battered and his neck covered in several bite marks, with duct tape wrapped around his mouth and eyes. The young man immediately hears Leon approach, struggling as much as his weak body can against his restraints. Leon stalks over to the young man, grasping him by his chin and squeezing tightly, smirking down at him. Today he learned this imbecile is the Oakvale’s chief of police’s only son. Just his luck. It was because of this moron hiking alone that Fish and Game had found the remnants of one of his other meals looking for this idiot. He could feel his frustration boiling within him, causing him to suddenly twist the young man’s head, snapping his neck instantly.

“Whoops.”

He didn’t mean to snap the poor kid’s neck, he was hoping to enjoy him for a few more days, now he has to enjoy as much as he can before his blood starts to go stale. Opening his mouth, his fangs and mouth latch onto the dead young man’s neck, growling as he begins to feed upon him. He gets his fill, unlatching himself from the young man’s lifeless form with a gasp, breathing heavily as blood runs from his lips, dripping down his chin onto his bare chest. The young man’s body slumps forward as Leon steps back. He’s going to have to get rid of him before his cute angel starts her new “job” on Monday.

Thinking of her, his eyes flutter shut, his right hand smearing the blood that had dripped down across his chest, bringing his hand to his lips to lick off the blood. Before getting himself too worked up again, he turns around, leaving the basement, shutting off the light as he ascends back up the stairs. He goes back into the bathroom, turning on the shower. As he waits for the water to warm up, he looks at himself again in the mirror. His pupils dilate upon seeing the blood on his skin. Turning away from the mirror, he removes what’s left of his clothing and steps into the shower to clean himself up, watching as blood runs down his naked body, the blood swirling on the shower floor before going down the drain. 

His mind wanders back to his cute angel, to that night he watched her from the window while she played with herself, his own blood rushing straight to his cock. Grasping himself with his right hand, he begins to stroke himself aggressively, chasing his orgasm as he pictured his cute angel lying beneath him, her undoubtedly beautiful cunt squeezing around him. It doesn’t take long for him to climax, ropes of cum shooting out and covering his hand; some of it managed to land on the shower wall. He takes a moment to rinse his hand off as well as wipe the cum off the shower wall before turning the shower off. 

Stepping out of the shower, he grabs a towel off the rack, wrapping it around his waist as he steps out of the bathroom and heads into the master bedroom. He lays down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he continues to think about his cute angel, excited about seeing her on Monday. He thought his plan was ingenious; getting her closer to him under the guise of a job. He knew luring her wouldn’t be difficult, she practically eye fucked him every time they saw each other. Still, he had to offer her pay that he knew she couldn’t refuse. Then, he could take his time courting her and before she even knows it, she’ll be his.

His Mate.

“Absolutely not,” your father says to you sternly the next morning at the table at breakfast.

“What do you mean, absolutely not? I already took the job, Dad, I’m putting in my notice tonight. He’s paying me $10 an hour! I couldn’t say no to that!”

“And have you in that house, alone with some guy we don’t even really know? I don’t think so.”

“Dad come on, he’s really nice…”

“We have plenty of retired guys in town that he could have asked.”

“Mick,” your mother tries to interject.

“For all we know, he could be some psychopath or something--”

“MICK! THAT’S ENOUGH!” your mother finally shouts at him, startling both of you.

You look over at your mother who is glaring at your father; the look on her face could have set him on fire. Your mother was always soft spoken and kind. It took a lot to get her angry, and you’ve never seen her this angry.

“In case you forgot, Mick, she is an adult. Besides, not only is that good money, that would be a good experience for her, too. Yes, we don’t really know Leon, but from the handful of times I’ve spoken to him, he seems fine. He used to work for the government for Christ’s sake. You can’t get more trustworthy than that.”

Your father lets out a loud sigh, his attention back on you, “fine… but at the first sign of trouble, you get the hell out of there, understood?”

“Of course,” you reply with a nod, taking a bite out of your breakfast, “I didn’t know he used to work for the government.”

“Heard it from one of the guys at Moe’s,” your father replies, “he was some kind of special ops agent, or something. At least that’s what I’ve heard.”

“Maybe he can figure out what’s happening to all these hikers,” your mother suddenly says, “they still haven’t found Nate.”

“Poor kid, I hope he’s alright,” your father shakes his head, finishing up his breakfast and getting up from the table, “I’ll be in the garage, I’m going to get that car finished up today even if it kills me.”

You watch your father walk out of the dining room, the unmistakable sound of the door being whipped open and slamming shut following him. You and your mother finish breakfast in silence until your mother finally speaks up.

“He just wants what’s best for you. But, he needs to understand that you are a big girl now,” she lets out a sigh before continuing, “when I was your age, my father wouldn’t let me think or do anything for myself. I’m not letting that happen to you.”

You give your mother a smile, “thanks, Mom.”

Before you know it, Monday rolls around and you’re up bright and early. You were the epitome of a bundle of nerves, getting yourself ready and prettied up to ensure that not only you get there on time, but that you were presentable. 

Might as well give him something nice to look at while working, right?

It’s about a ten minute drive to Mr. Mason’s-- Leon’s house, so you make sure you’re out the door by quarter of eight to give yourself plenty of time to get there. Getting in your Chevette, you back out of the driveway and make your way there. Hemlock Drive is just on the outskirts of town, the entryway actually not too far from the gas station you had been working at. At the very end, you see it, an old ranch style home with a farmer’s porch; you guess it was probably built in the 30s. How many times had you come down here with your school friends and knocked on that front door, only to bolt when Mr. Mason came rushing out, red faced and furious as he chased the kids away. You immediately spot Leon’s motorcycle parked in the front. Over on the side of the house you see another vehicle parked: a black Jeep Wrangler with its unmistakable square headlights.

You park your car, turning off the engine to pull your keys out of the ignition, throwing them into your purse before you climb out of your car. You look down at your watch; it’s five of eight, early like you had intended. You approach the house, climbing the small set of steps, your heart pounding in your chest. You stand in front of the door, raising your trembling hand and give it a few knocks. You can hear movement inside the house and before you have time to collect yourself, Leon opens the door and you almost gasp. He’s shirtless and you can’t help but admire his built form. You force your eyes up to his, his ocean blues looking back at you as he smiles at you. 

Dark Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

For all those who were looking for more dark Leon stepdad 🫣

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, DARK CONTENT, stepcest, non con (although reader is starting to like it), gaslighting, oral (f and m receiving), threats of bodily harm, slapping, knife play, choking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, daddy kink, pregnancy kink, mommy kink, mentions of lactation kink, thoughts on killing someone, creampie

not proofread ✌️

Title from Don’t Cha Stop by The Cars

part i

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Three days. It’s been three days of being trapped in bed, Leon fucking you stupid every second he gets. You’re so sore that it hurts to move. Leon left this morning and you took the chance to sleep as much as you could. Now, you’re hobbling into the bathroom and looking at yourself in the mirror. 

A mess is all you can see. You’re covered in dried fluids, your nipples are puffy, and your cunt is swollen and tender. Tears spring to your eyes, as you take in the horrible bite marks on your thighs and breasts. Luckily, Leon didn’t break the skin but they still look pretty rough. 

Shuttering your gaze, you turn and step into the shower stall; you get the water as hot as you can stand and let it wash away your tears and transgressions. If Leon is still gone by the time you get out, you plan on finding your phone and calling your mom. Your relationship with her hasn’t ever been that close, especially after the divorce, but you ache to have her home with you now. 

You gently wash your body, being mindful of the really sore spots Leon left behind. Gingerly, you clean off your thighs and pussy, still dripping with Leon’s cum since he made sure to fill you up before he left. You shiver, clit pulsing with heat just thinking of how good he made you feel, cumming over and over until you couldn’t even think anymore. 

You hate yourself for enjoying it so much; anytime he’s near you now, you’re wet and achy, needing him to touch you. He indulges you every. single. time. It’s gotten to the point he doesn’t even coerce you into asking for it, you instigate it. You beg for him to eat you out. You beg for him to make you cum on his cock. You’re the one begging for him to breed your pussy until you’re so full of cum it’s gushing from your hole. 

More tears slip from your eyes, feeling yourself get wet at just the thought of Leon. He keeps whispering poisoned praise into your ear, telling you how pretty you are, how good you’ve been for him, how important you are, and how badly he wants to take care of you. He’s even talked you into a couple of orgasms; whispering about how wet your pussy gets for him, how tight and perfect you are, how excited he is to breed your cunt until it takes. 

Shivering, you open your eyes to the tiled shower wall. You’re leaking slick down your thighs and your clit is throbbing to be touched. Disgusted at yourself, you ignore it and turn off the shower. You step out into the steamy bathroom, quickly grabbing a towel from the rack to dry off then wrapping it around your body. 

Walking back into the bedroom, you stop when you see Leon sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s cleaning his nails with the edge of his knife. Your eyes widen, body stopping in its tracks as you take in the cool sheen of his blade; the ease in which he handles it. He slips the knife back into its leather sheath, dropping it on the bedspread. 

“Baby,” he coos at you, blue eyes sharp and calculating, “just missed it but your mom called, wanting to surprise you, said she’s coming back today.”

You fight down the relief you feel, but Leon must still see it in your face cause he immediately grimaces. 

“C’mere,” he crooks his fingers at you, “we’ll have to make this quick since I’ll need to pick her up at the airport.”

You hate that your body is eagerly responding to Leon. He tugs your towel down and groans. 

“Fucking pretty,” he sighs, dragging his palms from your sides down to spread your pussy open, “sit on my face, baby. Wanna taste that hot little cunt.”

You involuntarily moan, slowly clambering over his thick thighs and barrel chest to hover over his mouth. 

“That’s my girl,” he places soft kisses on your thighs, trailing up to your glistening pussy, “crying for me already, baby. That’s what I like to see.”

Your fingers are tangling in his hair as he licks into your wet hole. Mewling, you’re sinking down onto his plush mouth, sickened and excited to have Leon eat you out. 

You love and hate this so much. Biting back the urge to cry, you let yourself feel good, let yourself feel as your deranged stepfather eats your pussy until your riding his face, hips grinding down against his thick tongue as it flutters and thrusts into your sore cunt. 

In that twisted part of your mind, you want Leon so bad you can taste it. You actually missed him when he left even for those few short hours. You’re eager to please him, make him happy so he’ll keep telling you those sweet praising words— keep making you come apart with mind numbing pleasure. 

Humping down onto his mouth has you crying out, hands tugging at his hair as electricity buzzes through your cunt ramping your need to cum even higher. 

His eyes stare up at you the entire time and even if yours start to slip shut, he’s smacking your thigh to bring your attention back to him. 

“Daddy,” you whine, rocking down harder, “gonna cum.”

Leon’s hands grab your hips and force you to fully sit on his face as he grinds his nose against your clit and fucks his tongue up into your pulsing walls. That’s enough to send you careening into an orgasm; toes curling as you moan and rock down onto his mouth, feeling as Leon drinks down the slick dripping from your cunt. 

He finally lifts you off of his face, your legs feeling like jello as he guides you to lay back against the bed. 

“One more time,” he growls, burying his face back between your thighs. 

You wail from overstimulation, tears gathering at your lash line as Leon spreads your pussy lips to spit on your sensitive clit. Groaning, he laps up the spit and fucks it into your pussy, loud slurping noises filling your ears making you hot with shame and excitement. 

“Taste so good, baby,” he pets your hips, pulling his mouth away to softly kiss the hood of your clit, “bet you feel so lucky daddy likes you this much.”

You want to scream at him, yet only a weak sigh slips out of your mouth. Leon glares at you from between your thighs. 

“I’m getting the sense you don’t think you’re so lucky,” he sneers at you, raising up to kneel on the bed, “maybe I’m being too lenient on you.”

He shifts to his side before straightening back up where you hear as well as see Leon unsheathe his knife. You scramble to think of something to salvage the situation but draw a blank as fear overrides your senses. 

You swallow back the tang of bile climbing your throat, heart rabbiting in your chest, as Leon drags the blunt end of his knife up your calf to tap the blade against your thigh. 

“I care about you so much, beautiful,” he sighs, disappointment filling his tone, “I thought you understood that.”

“I-I do, daddy,” your lower lip trembles, hands shakily reaching out to him, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He tuts at you, frowning, “I don’t know if I believe that,” he taps the blade against your leg a little harder, “think you’re just trying to suck up, pretty girl.”

You shake your head softly, trying not to jostle yourself. You must be messed up because you actually do feel bad for disappointing Leon, an anxious pang centered in your chest slowly over taking the sharp fear in your body. 

“P-promise, daddy,” tears are gathering in your lash line, “I wanna b-be your good girl.”

His frown softens, but his eyes are sea dark and wicked, “You have been such a good girl for me so far.”

He pulls the knife away from your body and before you can relax, he flips it around and has the handle facing you. 

“How about this?” he takes the broad handle and taps it on your clit like he would his cock, “how about you cum all over daddy’s favorite toy?”

Your mouth drops open in shock, brows furrowed, “H-how can—“

He laughs meanly, smacking the hilt harder on your puffy cunt making your thighs twitch, “Don’t worry, I’m going to show you exactly how.”

He holds down your left thigh with one hand while he uses the other to drag the knife handle over your soaked pussy lips, pushing it to bump against your clit. A breathy whine escapes you as you try your best to keep still, gaze moving between Leon’s face and the knife. 

“Hold still,” he rumbles, voice low and heated, the handle rubbing against your clit making your hole leak onto the sheets, “this pretty kitty’s in for a treat.”

Leon presses the tip of the hilt into your clenching hole; the anxiety you had at seeing the knife is morphing into something twisted and needy. You’re more scared of what this is going to do to you versus what Leon could do with it. 

“Little more,” Leon’s lax demeanor hasn’t changed at all as he keeps pressing the handle into your spasming pussy walls, “going to get it all nice and wet for me, right babygirl?”

“Uh huh,” your fingers grasp onto the sheets to give yourself something to do, something to draw your focus away from the realization you like this. 

Leon chuckles darkly, eyes flitting up to yours for a second before dropping back down to his hand. He pushes the hilt as far as he comfortably can into your puffy cunt, angling it up and forward until he’s grinding it against your g-spot perfectly. 

“O-oh,” you whimper breathlessly, “oh, daddy, right there, right there, please.”

“Such a good girl,” he mocks, “daddy knows what’s best for my pretty little baby.”

He slides the handle out and slowly presses back into your pussy. After a few of these soft shallow strokes of the handle into your fluttering walls, he picks up the pace, rocking the knife in and out of your dripping hole. The hot flare of arousal at seeing Leon so in control of his movements makes your belly warm and clit throb. 

“Daddy,” it slips out, a keening mewl full of longing that it even surprises you.

Leon grinds the hilt harshly against the spongy spot making your toes curl before he stops, leaving it buried in your pussy so he can move his attention up to your face. 

“Yes, beautiful?” he smirks at you, eyes glittering in contempt and voice to match, “are you feeling good? Such a shame it’s not my fat cock filling you up, breeding your tight cunt.”

Your body shudders at that, pussy clenching down on the knife handle as slick dribbles past it. 

Leon’s smirk widens, teeth gleaming, “Is my good girl going to cum? Sounds like this pretty pussy needs it. C’mon, you can do it. Show daddy how sorry you are, cum on his favorite toy.” 

You’re all jumbled up inside, brain and feelings at odds but no matter how you think or feel, Leon is playing your body like an instrument. Sick—you must be to get off on what he’s doing to you. He’s going to make you cum like this and you know in your heart that you’re going to want him to do this to you again. 

The humiliation of it all is what sets you over. Your head slumps back against the bed, a loud moan tumbling from your mouth as your pussy pulses and cums around the hilt of Leon’s knife.  

“There we go,” he coos at you, sliding the handle out with a quiet schlick, “now, I’m going to taste this pretty pussy again.”

He tosses the knife and sheathe over onto the nightstand next to the bed.

“Pretty generous of me, right sweetheart?”

Thoughts fuzzy, you nod at him while still trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Leon fucked you with his knife and you came— but even worse than that, you enjoyed it. 

“I know you’re a little mixed up,” he’s laying between your legs, dropping a kiss to your thigh, “but that’s what I’m here for, to take care of you and show you what’s best.”

He kisses your clit softly, “Mmm, my dumb little girl, but I’m here now to show you what you need.” 

Leon sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan, holding your cunt open so he can lick and suck on your pussy lips before sliding his tongue in your drippy hole. 

You’re tired of fighting it—yourself, Leon, you’re just so tired of fighting. It feels good; why can’t you feel good without the guilt? A wave of logic rears its head but Leon suckles your clit and it wipes your mind free of any arguments. You just.. give in.

“S’good,” you slur at him, eyes lidded while you rock your hips up to meet his mouth, “so good.”

Your body sinks down into the bedding, muscles relaxing as you let him hungrily lap at your cunt.  

Leon makes you cum twice more on his tongue before finally pulling away, slick coating his lower jaw and dripping down his neck. 

He spanks your pussy making your hips jump.

“So fucking juicy,” he looks like he wants to slap you again and it has your thighs parting further open, “wish I didn’t have to leave.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s caging you in under his body, putting one hand around your throat and pushing you into the mattress. 

“Better fucking behave, pretty girl,” his dead eyed expression bores into you, “if I get one hint that you’re going to tell anyone about this, it’s gonna be really fucking nasty. Got it?”

Your eyes dart over to the nightstand involuntarily. The knife sits there, nondescript and yet it makes you cold to look at it. 

Leon scoffs, “That would be too easy, beautiful. I would hurt you in ways you can’t even imagine. Now answer me, do you understand?”

Eyes darting back to his, you’re scared and shocked, body immobile, can’t even find the words to speak. White hot pain shoots across your face making you gasp for air. Leon pulls his hand back, palm raised to slap you again. You take too long again and he slaps your face once more only this time your pussy clenches down on nothing, a reedy whine slipping from your mouth. 

He pauses and a condescending smile comes over his face, “Well now, isn’t that interesting.”

He slaps your other cheek and this one makes you roll your hips, seeking some kind of friction. Even though Leon has made you cum multiple times, you’re still aching for something more; Leon slapping you is making your pussy drip all over the sheets. 

He unzips his pants and shoves them down his thighs along with his boxers. You’re through with fighting the pleasure Leon offers; it might make you disturbed or sick, but you love feeling so fucking good. 

You moan seeing how hard he’s gotten, spreading your thighs even wider. He grabs his dick and slaps his weeping tip down on your sore pussy. Your clit pulses with arousal remembering how he did the same thing with his knife earlier, making you even wetter. 

He drags his cock through your soaking wet cunt until the head nudges at your empty hole. Whining, you tilt your hips up to make it easier for Leon to slip it in; he slaps you across the face making you moan. 

“Stop acting like a slut,” his eyes flash with delight, “you’re going to make me late to pick up your mother.”

You whimper at the reminder, “S-sorry, daddy.”

He thrusts into your wet sloppy pussy making you scream. You’re too sore, it’s too much, god this is a mistake, it’s—

He rubs your clit as he rocks his hips up into your swollen cunt making you cry out in pleasure. Tears are dripping down your face making him fuck you harder, faster, deeper. 

“There we go,” he laughs meanly, “it’s no fun if both of my girls aren’t crying.” 

You hiccup a sob as he slaps you again, this time so hard you taste blood. Leon must see it cause he’s licking into your mouth like a drooling dog, moaning when he tastes the hot metallic tang on his tongue. 

“Going to cum inside you, babygirl.”

He chuckles against your mouth when you clench down at his words.

“Oh I know,” he soothes you mockingly, “little pussy’s just hungry for it. Don’t worry daddy’s gonna give her a fat load nice and deep, make sure you’re both full.”

Your hands twist in the sheets as you moan brokenly. 

“Want it,” you pant, eyes hazy as you start to babble, “want daddy’s cum, wanna feel full. Breed me daddy, please, need it, need you so bad.”

“Of course, honey,” he grabs your thighs and lifts them up until they’re hanging over his shoulders, bending you in half, “going to fuck a baby into you, wouldn’t that be nice of me?”

“Uh huh,” you whine, eyes rolling back as he grinds against your g-spot in this new position, “daddy’s so nice.”

“I really want to put a baby in you,” his chest rumbles with his low baritone, cock stretching your pussy out, “want to make you a cute little mommy. Mmm yeah then I can fuck mommy’s pretty pussy while I suck on her fat milky tits.”

Your spine arches upwards, thighs trembling as hot arousal blazes through your body, “D-daddy!”

He ignores you, in the throws of his own twisted daydream that’s turning you on the more you hear. 

“Fuck, want to suck’em while you jerk me off, watch as they leak everywhere,” his hips stutter, eyes completely black as his pupils swallow the blue, “anytime I’m thirsty I’ll just get me a mouthful of mommy’s milk.”

Your pussy walls have been fluttering and gripping him tighter and tighter the more he keeps talking. Whimpering, you drag your nails down his back. 

“Mommy’ll need someone to milk those titties,” he grunts, hips humping into your pussy deeper and deeper, “you’ll need me to drink it all up til our baby gets here.” 

Whining loudly, you bring your hands from his back up to tug on his hair, “Daddy, want that, want it so bad. Wanna be a mommy.”

“You want to be my little wife, baby? Keep you knocked up all the fucking time, breed this pussy like you need,” his eyes slip closed when you tug harder on his hair, “wear cute dresses so it’s easy access for me to fuck this wet cunt.”

“Yes, yes, please,” your pussy pulses and flutters around his thick cock, sucking him in every time he pulls out. 

“Say thank you,” he growls down at you, eyes mean and fingers digging into your skin, “thank me and I’ll cream your cute pussy.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you moan, “thank you, thank you! Gonna cum, daddy.”

His hips pick up speed until he’s fucking you so hard, your body shifts up the mattress. You’re making little punched out unh unh unh’s of sound paired with the headboard banging into the wall. 

Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of your sloppy wet hole and manhandles you on your front. He shoves you face down into the mattress and fucks his fat dick back into your abused cunt, any soreness long forgotten in the face of pleasure. 

“You want to cum? Well daddy needs to fuck this pussy just a little bit more and then I’ll let you cum.” 

You drool and moan into the messy sheets, spreading your knees further so Leon can pound your pussy harder and harder. Hands lying useless at your sides, your belly tightens with your impending orgasm. Leon grinds the weeping tip of of cock against the opening to your womb making you shy away from him. 

“Now, now,” Leon clucks his tongue, “none of that.”

He yanks you up by your shoulder and slides his forearm around your neck, bicep bulging around your throat making you choke. His other hand goes to your hip to hold you in place while he firmly wraps his bicep around your neck. 

“Perfect,” he laughs in your ear.

He thrusts up into your squelching pussy until he can grind his fat tip against your cervix again, holding himself there as you spasm and writhe in his grip. His bicep tightens around your neck, choking you until spots dance in your vision. Your hands come up to pull and scratch at his arm but he doesn’t budge an inch. 

“Shh, shh, don’t fight me, honey,” he licks the shell of your ear, “I’ve got to fuck you deep so I can make you a mommy.”

Body finally going limp in his grasp, hands dropping to your sides, has him cooing in your ear, “That’s a good girl. Let daddy use this tight hole to cum.”

When he pulls out, he relaxes his arm and you wheeze in a breathe before he’s plunging his cock back inside to grind against your womb; you squirm away only for Leon to choke you out all over again. 

This time however his other hand comes down to spank your sensitive clit making your body buzz with arousal and pussy clamp down on his dick. 

“Mmm she likes that,” Leon noses your hairline, “such a naughty little pussy, liking when daddy spanks her so roughly.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as he spanks your clit continuously and slowly chokes you with his bicep. Hot, syrupy arousal makes your head feel full of cotton as Leon keeps a tight grip around your throat. You don’t even realize you’re rocking into the stinging slaps to your pudgy clit until he holds his hand still and you press your hips up to chase it. 

He squeezes his arm even tighter around your throat before easing off, faux sympathy coloring his low tone, “Oh, I know, it’s so tough. But I can’t spank you if you don’t let me choke you baby.”

Your hands come up to push his bicep against your own throat, mind completely wiped of thought—only the need to cum.  

“Choke me, daddy,” you mumble, “choke me, please? Like bein’ spanked so much.”

“Well now, what a sweet girl I have,” his arm tightens around your neck making drool drip down your chin, hips humping back on his cock, “such good manners.”

He spanks your pussy hard making you squeal in pain that morphs into hot drippy pleasure that leaks down your thighs. Growling in your ear, he tightens his bicep against your neck and rails your sopping wet cunt, spanking your pussy loudly. 

“G’nna cum, daddy, ungh, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He lets go of your neck and shoves you down on the bed, he pulls out to twist you around onto your back and thrusts back into your greedy hole. Hips pistoning into your pussy as his pelvis bumps against your clit tightens the knot in your belly to the breaking point.

“Cum for me pretty girl,” he nips at your bottom lip, “cum on daddy’s cock.”

He reaches between your bodies to pinch your clit, snapping the last thread holding you at bay. You scream when your orgasm overtakes your body, searing hot pleasure making your body seize; white noise behind your eyes as you stare unseeing up at Leon. It feels like your soul left your body. 

Your pussy tightens around Leon, hole pulsing and clenching around his thick cock until he can’t thrust anymore. His cock kicks and throbs as he spills hot sticky cum all inside your clenching pussy walls. 

“That’s it, take it, take it like a good girl,” he praises you, grinding his cock deeper into your cunt to milk his cock, “you want to be a mommy, huh? That sweet pussy’s making sure to get every last drop.”

You whimper when Leon pulls his spent cock from your throbbing pussy. His dick kicks and throbs between his thick thighs and you have the sudden urge to suck it into your mouth, feel how thick he’d be in your throat. Pulling your gaze away is a chore, but you finally drag your eyes up to his only to see him smiling crookedly at you. 

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and shakes it, “Like it? Looks like you wanna kiss it a little, baby.”

You shiver, nipples hard as glass even as your pussy feels so swollen and sore. 

“C’mere.”

His tone brooks no argument and you quickly move onto shaky legs and crawl in front of him. He’s still gripping his dick in one hand then uses his other to guide your head to the fat tip. 

He’s only half hard now, but it makes your thighs clench to see cum dripping from the head as it twitches. He presses your face against the slick coated length dragging it over your face. 

“Kiss it,” his voice is airy and mocking, “kiss it clean.”

Panting, you press open mouthed kisses all along his cock, tongue darting out to taste the skin. Bitter precum mixed with your creamy slick cover your tastebuds but it only drives you to kiss him more eagerly. 

He laughs and smears his cock all over your lips and cheeks, “Got to cut this short, but we’ll definitely be picking it up later.”

He presses your face further down, “Suck on my balls, pretty girl. Need to go ahead and get a taste for them, you’re gonna be warming them later.”

You whimper and drop your mouth open further, letting him dip his sac in and out of your mouth. Tongue lapping at whatever fills your mouth makes him groan. You suck and lick at his balls until he finally jerks your head away. 

“Enough,” his cock’s slowly filling out again, “I really have to go now. Get cleaned up and stay in your room til we get back.”

His blue eyes stare down into your own as you nod, “Yes, daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” he gently pats your check and yanks your head even further back, “be good and nothing bad will happen, okay?”

“O-Okay,” your voice shakes, pain lancing through your scalp from his roughness, “promise I’ll be good, daddy.”

He drops the hold on your head making you lose your balance and fall back on your knees. In the blink of an eye, Leon’s fully dressed again and walking toward the bedroom door. 

“I mean what I said, baby.”

“I know,” you whisper tiredly.

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Leon laughs to himself as he leaves the house. You’re so naive it makes him want to hurt you. He didn’t lie; your mom did call to say she was getting back home early, but there was a layover and it’ll actually be tomorrow afternoon. He’ll tell you it must’ve slipped his mind; after all, you were very distracting coming out of the shower all wet and vulnerable. 

You practically gave him the green light to eat that tight cunt. And although fucking you wasn’t planned on, he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sighing to himself, he pulls up an address on his phone’s GPS (your phone tucked neatly inside the glovebox). He’s just going to go out and get a nice little surprise for you since he’s unsure when the next time you’ll be able to play house together. 

If only your mom were out of the picture…

He drums his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the light to change. 

Now there’s a thought, he hums to himself. 

If his wife were, oh let’s say hypothetically speaking, to die mysteriously, why you’d only have him. Your dad lives on the other side of the country and Leon’s positive he can pull some strings with a few old buddies to keep you here with him. Working for the shady side of government over the years does have its perks. 

Mind kicking into overdrive with ideas and details, Leon pulls up outside the nondescript shop in no time with a plan half formed. Smiling to himself, he parks and steps out. It’ll be so easy to do; doesn’t know why he didn’t think of it sooner. It will take some careful planning on his part, after all the husband is always the first suspect, but he has plenty of time to perfect it. 

Leon enters the store and heads to a very specific section.  He browses for an hour until he settles on the perfect choice. Taking it to the cashier, he waits on the alterations he wants to make, pays for it and leaves. You’re going to be so shocked when you see it; Leon feels giddy with excitement. 

You make him feel so many things. How could he not want you all to himself? It seemed like he had to wait forever for you to come home, but once you were it was heaven. Your mother had talked about you, but nothing prepared him for seeing you in person. If your mother hadn’t have been there, he doesn’t know what he would’ve done. 

After that, you were so skittish and demure around him he thought he was going to go crazy. He fucked your mother in a frenzy every night, pushing her down to slip in from behind so he could imagine it was you. Even talked his wife into calling him daddy and that really got him going, nearly breaking the bed that night. 

He grips the steering wheel harder, the leather creaking under his hands. He grew so desperate that he started stealing your panties when you showered. God only knows how many times he came with a pair of panties wrapped around his dick and one pressed up to his nose. 

He palms himself through his slacks; he’s nearly home now, so it won’t matter too much if he gets hard just thinking of you. Sometime soon he’s going to have you cum in your panties, get them all nice and wet, and he’s going to wrap them around his cock and jerk off. Or even better, he’s going to cum in a pair of your panties and make you wear it all day. 

He palms his half chubbed cock even harder. Just imagining your fat pussy lips covered in his thick cum, pressed against your panties all day. Rubbing your clit through your cute panties, his cum making it all slippery and sticky. 

He presses down on the gas pedal, speedily pushing through the last few miles back to the house. Leon pulls into the garage and shuts the car off, grabbing the bag and getting out. He goes inside and makes his way upstairs. He sees his own bedroom door wide open, sheets changed. Smug affection fills his chest. 

He makes his way over to your closed bedroom door; he taps once on the wood before swinging it open. You’re sitting cross legged on your bed, body relaxing once you recognize it’s him. That smug affection ramps up even more making his lips tick up into a half smile. 

“Did you miss me?”

You nod your head shyly at him, fingers picking at the hem of your t-shirt. 

“W-where’s mom?” you ask softly, eyes darting to the hall and back to him. 

“About that,” he steps further into your room, “she had a layover, sweetheart. Just you and me til tomorrow.”

He watches you shiver, pupils dilating as your lids droop.

“Oh, okay.”

He steps closer to the bed, eyes taking in as you uncross your legs and lean back on your hands, body opening up to him. You’re taking to him so well. 

He holds the bag up to catch your attention, “Got you a little something.”

Your eyes light up, a small smile tugging at your lips, “Really? You didn’t have to,” you take the bag from him, “thank you, daddy.”

“My good girl deserves a treat right?”

You squirm at his words and dip your hands into the bag. A small gasp leaves your lips and he sees your nipples harden through your thin shirt, pointing the fabric. You hold up the buttery soft faux leather collar, a little gold tag glittering with the word Mommy in cursive. 

You set it aside and then pull out the last piece from the bag, a pretty little leash to clip on the front. 

“Daddy,” you lick your lips, picking up the collar, “I’m not—“

“Don’t worry baby,” he kisses the top of your head, taking the item from your hand to unlock it and slip it around your neck. 

You shiver under the cool material and his featherlight touch as he buckles it in place. He takes your hand and guides it to the back.

“There’s a little catch here. Feel it?”

You nod shakily. 

“Press it and pull this side out if you need it off immediately,” he drops a kiss to your jaw, “it’s an emergency release.”

He pulls away and your expression is unreadable. Eyelashes kissing your cheeks, you rub your hand across the collar before bringing your gaze back up to his. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

Surprise knocks him off kilter as you raise up on your knees and press an uncoordinated kiss to his lips. He honestly expected a different reaction.

“You’re welcome,” he breathes out, eyes hardening, “you like it? Like being my pretty little mommy?”

You whimper, thighs parting as you nod, “Yeah, I like it.”

He presses you down in the bed, caging you underneath his bulky body. 

“My cute collared mommy,” he murmurs in your ear before sucking on the lobe, “keep it on unless I tell you to take it off, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” you whisper. 

He kisses you, tongue licking into your mouth heatedly. He feels you trying to imitate him, tongue lapping at his before sucking his further in your hot mouth. Groaning, he rocks his hips down, grinding his hard cock against your thin shorts. 

He pulls away, leaving your mouth swollen and spit slick. 

Heisenberg had gotten up early that morning to the sound of a ringing phone. He quickly answered in fear of waking you again. With his back facing toward you he sighed. “Good morning Mother,” He grumbled letting a hand stretch down his face. “To what do I owe the honor of this call.” And this early, he thought to himself. The tap of metal hitting wood could be heard on the other end, the sound making goosebumps rise on his skin. She was oddly quiet, “Heisenberg, you sound tired. As far as I know you’re not one to sleep often, did I wake you?” A voice finally spoke. Karl froze, was she already on to me? There’s no way someone spotted him, he made sure of that. “Uhm, no,” He decided to reply, clearing his throat, “Jus’ been busy s’all.” He waited for her response but none came, the tapping continued and a hum of acknowledgement was all he got. “If,” She suddenly spoke, making him close his lips before he had the chance to ask the reason for the call. “If you are not sleeping surely you remember the meeting today. The one that I had mentioned started, oh I don’t know,” At her words his face went pale. He forgot about that meeting, too preoccupied with you. “Twenty minutes ago! Twenty minutes you’ve had your mother wait, that is unacceptable!” He heard the aggressive sound of his eldest sister's voice.

“Yes, thank you Alcina.” Mother Miranda spoke finally. “My apologies mother, I- '' He started but was quickly interrupted. “Get here now.” And with that his mother's voice cut out.

“Shit.” He quietly cursed himself, shuffling around the bedroom as he got dressed. Just before he was about to leave he turned his head to look at you. He left a note next to the phone explaining he wouldn’t be back for a while with a small p.s letting you know there’s food in the kitchen. With that he placed a small kiss on your forehead and left the factory.

You noticed a note on the table in front of you and grabbed it hesitantly, as if it would attack you if you grabbed it too hastily. Only to scoff at the words on the paper. Surprised that you hadn’t noticed the phone the night before you held it to your ear. There was a group of ‘Soldiers’ in your village, mainly pestered to provide additional help. But if you were to make a distress call you’re sure the people of the village would come to your rescue. At least you hoped so. Your mind wandered back to all the people who warned you of ‘Karl’ saying he was dangerous and not one to be messed with. God how you regret not taking their words to heart.

You dialed the number into the rotary phone, the whirs and clicks oddly calming your nerves.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” You heard the familiar gruff of your captor's voice speak. The sound of chilled wind could be heard whipping through the monitor from the other side. Little did you know Heisenberg kept close tabs on the electric signals from the phone since he left you with it. Only letting the radio waves from that device travel to him.

“What?” You said almost breathlessly, “Are you some sort of policeman now?” You started to stutter afraid of the answer. You quickly became confused though. If he did work with the soldiers in your village, what are the odds that you’d call him specifically. That couldn’t be a coincidence, and he knew it was you he called you ‘sweetheart’ so quickly. He had to know it was you. So why did he answer? You were sure you dialed the soldier station, right?

You heard the man on the other end pish at your question. “Nah, far from it sweetie.” He spoke casually snow crunching below his feet as he approached the villager Mother Miranda had him sought out. “Your phone redirects to me every time you make a call, I know which number you dial too.” Of course he knew you’d call for help once you got a phone. Heisenberg wasn't foolish.

You pulled the phone away from your ear, staring at the phone in horror, you tried to suppress a whimper as your lip trembled. “How?” Your voice cracked.

Your brain tried to rack up an answer but it all came to a blank. “Oh, I have my ways, baby.” He chuckled.

You hung up the phone, slamming it down onto the receiver. The ringing sound of the dials singing as you stared at the phone. You felt your knuckles turn white and your jaw clench in anger. ‘Just how thorough was this psycho!’

You let out an aggressive huff, almost a yell as you swung the door open to explore the factory. “Hell maybe I could gain an advantage if I can navigate myself around this shit hole.” You spoke aloud. I mean It would be useful to know where to hide if he tries chasing me.

You spent the whole morning checking around the place. Most of the doors had no handles, and as expected were locked. The only available options being long hallways and the occasionally open door. Even so, you looked rigorously, the fucker had to have made a mistake some how. But no matter how long you searched there wasn’t a single crack.

No help will come. For now you had to come up with a plan, maybe you could slip past him or swipe a set of keys while he wasn’t looking. You’d try to find a weapon but there aren't many sharp or heavy objects to use. And a lot of the kitchen drawers were either swiped clean or locked themselves. Meaning the knives were out of your reach. Your mind hadn’t faltered yet though, ‘Just how am I gonna bust one of these puppies open?” Face scrunching in thought as you stared intently at a metal cabinet.

You remember the spatula and quickly retrieve it. Spending a long while trying to wedge it through the cracks in hopes of opening the blasted thing. It didn’t work though. You sighed tucking the metal handle away in your shirt and ventured on about the limited space available. Behind furniture, and tucked away in corners you searched but always came up with nothing. Well that and a flimsy thirty-two lei statched in a rusty box.

You could see the sun start to set from the industrial windows above you. The room cascading into darkness before the flicker of artificial lights illuminated the space again. You’d been feeling hungry, occasionally taking trips to the kitchen to peer at the food, only to decide otherwise soon after. ‘If this man could tap into a landline he could most definitely poison a meal.’ You thought.

Still your stomach began to growl, your limbs feeling heavy by the second. You decided to sleep to avoid having to deal with your circumstance, and hunger.

When Heisenberg came home, you were still sleeping. He had seen you when he went through the rooms, cooing quietly at the sight of you sleeping so soundly. Reluctantly he walked away. After last night he was determined to keep you calm around him. And you waking up to the sight of him drenched in blood after the day's activities would be less than ideal. Besides, he'd need his jacket tomorrow anyway, and other fabrics needed to be cleaned. He rubbed his temples with his hand. What he really wanted right now was to snuggle up next to you in bed, but low and behold the day wasn’t over yet, not for him at least.

After he threw all the crimson fabrics into his automatic washer he approached the rotary and rotated the dial to tell his mother of the man he slaughtered in the woods for her. There’s been more of them lately, each of them adorned in tactical gear wielding heavy duty weaponry. While his mother wasn’t too concerned even she had to admit they were becoming a nuisance.

Around half an hour later he came back to the room, a tray floating beside him holding a platter of diced meat, fresh bread and cheese. “Rise and shine buttercup, got us grub.” He exhaled, sitting against the headrest and bending to plant a kiss to your head.

Groaning in response you squint your eyes open. You fell asleep alone so the dip next to you and the gentle caress of your head had you startle awake.

You sat up quickly, scrambling to the side of the bed frantically at the sight of the man. But he stayed still, staring at you ominously. His gaze never faltered even as you curled your knees and peeked at him from behind your legs.

The man sighed and broke contact, tray floating into his hand. “What do you want?” You asked voice meek and raspy with sleep. He looked up at you, his expression seemingly shocked that you spoke first. Or at least the epitome shock what with the large loaf of bread he was eating blocking your view of his lower face.

He swallowed what he had in his mouth and ripped you off a piece, “Have you eaten? Got it fresh, figured you wouldn’t want canned food.” He said, wiggling the piece of bread in your face. Your stomach growled and you felt your mouth salivate, you had missed dinner yesterday due to your.. Kidnapping, and you didn’t eat all day today, so hungry was an understatement. Nevertheless you looked away from him and the food. Like hell you would eat any of this, he could’ve easily slipped something into the food and right now your senses are your only means of defense. “I’m not hungry.” You replied voice low. You tightened your arms around your legs when he groaned. His hand fell to his lap and he looked down for a moment letting out a long breath.

You flinched when he whipped his head up, his eyes looking directly into yours making your stomach churn in discomfort. “Nah, you’re eating.” He said placing the tray in front of you, “I’m not letting ya starve.”

He felt himself get angry, what were you trying to do? Starve yourself out of this? Were you that desperate already? The more he thought about your distaste for him fueled his rage. How could you be so stubborn, he’s given you so much already, his own creations have less freedom than you. Well whatever you were plotting, Heisenberg wasn’t gonna let it slide. You were gonna eat whether he had to force the shit down your throat or not.

You never grabbed the tray though. Looking at it apprehensively before turning your attention back to your captor. You felt a chill run up your spine. His expression made you uneasy, he looked inscrutable. You could tell you were getting on his nerves by the way his nostrils flared seeing you back away from the tray. But he tried anyway, head pointing at the tray he flicked his eyes once for it to you, giving you the notion to eat.

“No thank you.” You stuttered nervously. He sighed. “Look, it's good, see.” He spoke, grabbing the tray and taking a bite of the meat. Heisenberg could eat all the food on the tray no problem. But he wanted you to eat. You looked a little less frightened after that. If he ate it then it couldn’t be messed with, right? Even if you didn’t trust it you felt your body cry out for food. You scooted only close enough to reach the food, “Okay..” you muttered.

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