#dad!leon

If there was one thing your family LOVED to do, especially your children, it was playing pranks on your poor husband Leon and introducing him to the new trends that were taking over social media thanks to the younger generations.

Poor guy, most times you felt pity for him.

Leon was the kind of person who occasionally cracked a dad joke that no one but himself (and you 'cause you loved him) chuckled at. He never cared about news that weren't truly important; he didn't care if celebrity X had cheated on their partner or if fashion had changed from skinny jeans to baggy jeans.

He used his phone for the bare minimum; he didn't have stupid social media like TikTok that filled his kids' brains (and yours') with bullshit, and he didn't give a damn about the latest trends and challenges.

Leon was an old man.

So that's why his kids, his own flesh and blood, enjoyed making fun of him. And he just let them do it, most of the time, because he didn't care much, he was used to it. And although he seemed cold and stern, the truth was that the older he got, the more his heart softened for his family. He loved you and them with all his heart.

Leon was your old man.

"Ma, Ma"

It was a day like any other at the Kennedy house. You were in you and your husband's shared room, busy folding the seemingly endless mountain of laundry, when the voices of your son and daughter, Theo and Luna, echoed from the hallway just before they entered the room.

Theo, the oldest, let himself sit on the edge of the bed with a bounce, dangerously close to the freshly folded laundry, while his sister wisely decided to remain standing.

"Theo" you called him in that unmistakable tone that made him immediately stand up.

"Whops, sorry" he chuckled, but not entirely sorry. "Anyway, we want to ask you a favor. It's a new prank"

You stopped your work, giving him an unsurprised look. "If it involves fake blood and heart attacks, you can forget it" you said sternly.

You remember like it was yesterday when that foolish son of yours had the brilliant idea of pretending to have an accident in the bathroom, and you almost had a panic attack seeing that 'gory' scene. Theo thought he'd get a laugh out of it, but all he got were tears from you and a looong lecture from Leon.

Theo and Luna immediately shook their heads at your words, raising their palms. "No, no blood or anything this time, we swear"

You narrowed your eyes for a moment, scrutinizing him closely, and when you saw no trace of a lie, you decided to give him a chance.

"Hmm, let's hear it..." you conceded, as you began folding one of Leon's shirts again.

Theo sat on the edge of the bed again, this time making sure not to wrinkle the clothes under his butt, while Luna rocked back and forth on her heels.

"Okay, so we just watched a video on TikTok and Theo basically has to pretend to, like, snap back at you" she explained, adding even hand gestures to her words.

You furrowed your brows, giving them a confused look. "For the purpose of...?"

Theo smiled playfully, his eyes shining with mischief as he looked up at you. "Just to see how Dad reacts to it" he replied.

Your hands slowly stopped your work, your brows still furrowed as you considered his words. "What do you mean 'to see how Dad reacts?'" you asked them.

Luna positioned herself next to you, her phone already turned on in the palm of her hand and the TikTok app open, then she showed you the screen. "Look"

You shifted your gaze from Leon's shirt to the screen, watching the video. It showed a couple sitting on the couch, and the mother had asked her son for a favor, but he had responded with a snappy "Shut up, Mom!" shouted from the other room. The father had turned to look at his wife in shock, before standing up and marching toward his son, barking out a "Ayo, the hell did you just say??"

Luna turned to look at you enthusiastically. "There are so many more, and they're all hilarious! Every dad has a different reaction!" she said, scrolling each video with her thumb to show you.

You looked back at her, then at Theo, unconvinced. "And what would be, by all means, the point of this prank?"

"Oh come on, Ma" Theo rolled his eyes. "We all know Dad loves you and everything, but we really want to see how he'd react to something like this, okay? What would he do if his 'handsome and purely innocent' son talked back to his wife like that? Would he get angry? Would he not say anything? We want to know"

Luna nodded in agreement.

"Oh oh! And we'd be soo famous! We'll get tons of likes! Women LOVE protective men, i swear!"

You sighed, shaking your head in thought. "All you teenagers think about is likes and shares. I swear, you'll make your father and i go gray before we have to" you muttered, placing your hands on your hips. "Meh, i don't know..."

The two looked at you pleadingly.

"Come on, Mom!" -Luna

"It's completely innocent! And there won't even be fake blood this time!" -Theo

After a few seconds, you sighed again. These kids...

"Okay, i mean..." you conceded, waving a hand. "Do whatever you want, if you really want to. But only because it's harmless"

The two siblings bumped their fists, silently cheering, their minds already plotting how to put their plan into action. "Great"

Theo stood up. "Okay Ma, you don't have to do anything except give me a task i don't want to do, like... like cleaning or setting the table. Tonight, before dinner"

You stared at him with a lifted brow. "You don't do it even when i ask you to, Theo"

Luna nodded in agreement, and your son snickered sheepishly.

You continued. "But anyway, Dad's not stupid. It's not like you to act like this, and i think he'll catch onto this prank of yours. Are you sure it'll work?"

"Mom, please" Luna threw you a knowing look. "Honestly, i think Dad will be too busy making out with you to even notice"

And you immediately blushed a little.

"Get out of this room and let me finish my laundry"

So that same evening, after Leon had come home from work, said hi to you and the kids and taken a shower, while you were finishing the final touches for dinner, everything was ready.

Luna was leaning next to you against the counter, pretending to scroll on her phone, though in reality she had her camera ready while waiting for you and Theo to start acting. Theo was sitting at the table, playing with his phone at one of those games boys his age were obsessed with, while trying to keep a neutral but focused expression.

Leon had just arrived in the kitchen, finished his short but relaxing shower. He walked past Theo, ruffling his hair with a smile, and headed toward you.

"It's almost ready" you said, flashing him a sweet smile over your shoulder.

That wasn't fake, you weren't acting yet. Every smile you made was genuine even just at the sight of your handsome husband.

Leon smiled back as he approached you and one of his hands rested delicately on your hip, a gesture that had become automatic for him.

"Need a hand?" he asked, like he did every day, with anything. Typical of him. He might have had the worst day of his life, but he would never NOT offer to help you with something.

You shook your head, smiling reassuringly. "Don't worry" you replied, nodding toward his designated spot at the table. "You've been working all day, that's all you had to do. Sit down, we have two kids for a reason"

He chuckled and nodded, letting your smile 'command' him as he went to sit at the table. With his back turned, you glanced at both of your children, letting them know this was the right time, as you'd agreed.

Luna smirked silently and tapped the screen to start the video, while Theo continued playing.

"Theo, honey" you called, turning off the stove. "Could you set the table, please?"

Your son kept his eyes glued to his phone. "Can't you ask Luna?" he muttered as his fingers continued to tap the screen.

"Well, i asked you this time, not her" you continued with your calm voice. "Could you put that phone down for a minute and set the tabl—"

Theo then snapped as he rudely interrupted you, making the most annoyed expression he'd ever had on his face.

"Ugh, Mom, can you just SHUT UP for a minute?? Can't you see i'm playing??"

Luna covered her mouth with her hand to keep from bursting into laughter at her brother's acting.

But her smile faded a couple of seconds later, when the chair Leon was sitting on scraped loudly across the floor as he immediately stood up and your eyes widened a bit too.

Theo looked up at the sound, just in time to see his father now towering over him, and his heart skipped a beat. Before he could say anything, Leon quickly reached out and snatched the phone from his hands, clicking the screen off and putting it not-too-gently facedown on the table, making him jump a little.

"Dad—" Theo tried to justify himself, but your husband cut him off

"Is that the way you talk to your mother?" he hissed, fixing his usually kind but now stern blue eyes on his son's. "Hm?"

Theo opened his mouth, while Luna shot her brother an equally surprised and slightly intimidated look. Because even though they knew it would all go away as soon as they explained it was all just fake, seeing their father so angry was having a certain effect on them. And not in a good way.

"Wait Dad, it's just—" Leon cut him off again.

"I know for a fact that i didn't teach you that goddamn tone in this house, buddy, so either you apologize to your mother and do what she asked, or—"

"Leon, honey, wait"

Leon stopped when he heard your sweet voice calling him back, followed by your palm on his arm, and he turned to look at you.

"It's just a prank, love" you reassured him, rubbing your palm gently over his bicep. "Just a prank"

Leon furrowed his brows, his shoulders unconsciously relaxing under your touch, and his features softened. "What?" he muttered gruffly, turning to look back at Theo, who nodded frantically.

Luna, pleased with the video's success but still worried about the 'danger' her older brother was about to face, quickly added her own.

"I-It's a prank, Dad, we swear!" she said from behind you. "For uhm... for TikTok..."

Leon seemed to realize after a few seconds and let out a heavy sigh.

"Jesus, kids..." he quietly cursed, running a hand through his hair as he shook his head. "What kind of prank is this?"

Theo and Luna lowered their heads a little embarrassed, while you gave him an exasperated smile of your own.

"I told them it didn't make sense" you said, glancing back and forth between brother and sister. "But hey, at least no one had a heart attack this time"

Leon shook his head again, but his lips still curved upward, and he crossed his mighty arms before looking at Theo. "Why did you want to stage this stupid thing, hm?"

Theo shrugged. "We just wanted to see your reaction to us talking back to Mom. It was just an innocent prank" he confessed.

Leon scoffed, almost amused by the reasoning. "Innocent, yes, but still stupid. Like all the other pranks you've played"

He then reached out, gently flicking your son on the forehead, which made him squint.

"You don't need to make a video to prove to those 'social media' of yours what you already know" he said as he looked at both kids, calmer this time, but still serious. "If there's one thing i won't tolerate in this house, it's disrespect for your mother, my wife. Especially if it comes from my own children. So, if you don't want to see me really angry, you'd better not do something like that again. Am i clear?"

The two nodded simultaneously, mumbling "Yes, Dad" under their breath.

Leon observed them for a few seconds, making sure his words had stuck before nodding. "Good. Now set the table. Both of you. I'd appreciate it if we could eat now"

The two siblings nodded again, moving to set the table. And as they did so, Luna gave Theo a silent smirk, satisfied that she'd recorded everything, especially Leon's protective lecture.

Oh, TikTok would go crazy.

You watched them move around the kitchen with an amused smile. You had to admit, even if you weren't a fan of your kids' pranks, seeing your husband react like that and defend your honor gave you butterflies. Like almost everything else he did.

You patted his arm a few times to guide him back to his seat at the table, but before that he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side for a moment.

"You gotta stop encouraging them with these things, hun" he commented, leaning his face down to speak against your temple, and you giggled, leaning against his lips.

"Well, as long as they don't hurt themselves or anyone else, i'm willing to let them do it"

Leon sighed again.

"All for those stupid 'likes.' They're gonna post that video anyway, aren't they?"

And immediately, your kids' voices echoed in the kitchen in chorus.

"Hell yeah!"

A few days later, Luna was ecstatic to see that the video of the prank on their father had achieved the success she'd hoped for.

And the best part was reading the comments.

COMMENTS:

user: i'm sorry but whose DAD is that???

user: *sticker of cat with tongue out*

user: no violence, no belt or screaming. Just a father making sure his son is treating his mother with respect. That's a dad!👏👏👏

user: can your mother fight??

user: i need him, respectfully🎀

user: the way he immediately stood up *sticker of girl biting her nail*

user: no because, can we talk about the little speech he made with them??

user: frr man said "She may be your mom but she's MY WIFE first of all and you brats need to respect that"

user: he was so gentle too🥺

user: he's not a green flag, he's a whole green forest!!

user: ugh, i love protective pretty husbands😩😩

user: bro is so done with gen z tho'

SO GUYS, I WANTED TO TRY A NEW MODERN LIKE-SERIE WITH OUR FAVORITE OLD MAN

When you stand up, it feels as if your body's protesting and telling you to get back to bed. You were discharged yesterday, and even though everything and, specially, you and your daughter were perfect for you to finally return home, the doctor made it very clear: you’re going to feel awful for a few days and, no matter how much you thought you could handle everything, you just couldn’t handle things on your own for now.

You underestimated his comment, of course, and now, as you slowly walk around your room, putting on your robe and your slippers, you realize you should take things more calmly.

However… now it doesn’t seem like the moment to do it.

“Fuck…” you mutter quietly to yourself.

You reach the bedroom door and force yourself to rest against the doorframe for a bit and take a breath. You feel a faint pressure in your lower abdomen, and you can’t help but worry about it being just a mere pressure.

But… your biggest concern are your husband and your daughter, who seem to have disappeared.

“Leon?” you call again, a little louder this time. “Love?”

Again, there’s no answer.

You feel a pressure settling in your chest, and you feel your heart beating faster.

“Okay… You got this…” you whisper, encouraging yourself to keep moving.

After taking a few more steps and reaching the middle of the hallway that leads to your daughter’s room, you force yourself to stop again. You feel more pressure building in your head, and your vision even blurs slightly.

Immediately, knowing what could happen, you force yourself to lean against the wall, close your eyes for a bit, and practice the same breathing exercises that only a few days ago helped you manage the pain between contractions.

“God… how did I give birth to a baby and now I can’t even walk?” you shake your head, biting your lip. “Come on… Let’s go…”

You start walking again, cursing the feeling that the hallway seems much longer than usual.

The only thing that comforts you is that, as you keep going, you slowly start hearing some noises, murmurs that you can’t quite understand, and what sounds like the rocking chair moving.

The rocking chair.

You see your baby’s bedroom door slightly open and carefully open it a bit more.

You let out a sigh, finally relaxing.

You see Leon, shirtless, with the baby resting on his chest, her tiny hands curled into little fists. His left hand rests on her back while his lips keep pressing soft kisses to her forehead, whispering who knows what to her.

You notice how he can’t stop smiling shyly.

Leon leans his head back and closes his eyes, clearly trying to rest for a bit after the terrible night you both had. His thumb keeps moving up and down the baby’s back, and when you hear a small sound escape her lips, you can’t stop a tear from slipping down your cheek.

When your husband opens his eyes, his gaze meets yours, and he smiles even more.

“Hey…” he whispers, trying not to wake the baby. “You should be in bed, resting. Do I have to remind you what the doctor said?”

You shake your head, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

You can’t stop looking at him. His hair is completely messy, he has more beard than you know he usually likes to keep, and there are dark circles under his eyes. Too many, actually, especially considering he hasn’t even been a father for a week.

Though… you can’t complain: you’d probably look exactly the same… or even worse.

Still, you can’t stop noticing his chest and how his body, still very toned, seems a little more relaxed since he took paternity leave…

“You weren’t in bed,” you reply suddenly, trying not to let your hormones get you in the mood. “Sorry for overreacting, but I was worried…”

Leon’s expression changes instantly. He goes from being relaxed with your baby, to being completely alert, even starting to hold the little one a bit more firmly.

He shifts in the rocking chair. Now, his face shows nothing but worried about you. Also, you notice how he seems to be apologizing with his eyes.

“She started getting fussy around 5,” your husband explains, now taking the baby into his arms and beginning to rock her. “You were sleeping so deeply and seemed so relaxed… I didn’t want to wake you. You needed, and still need, to rest,” he insists.

“You could’ve woken me up. I’m her mother, Leon,” you reproach quietly, rubbing your eyes.

“And, as her mother, you need to rest,” Leon counters. “Don’t you remember what the doctor told you? I thought we talked about this before you were discharged.”

“Yes, but you also need to sleep, Leon,” you huff.

“You know I barely sleep normally,” he gives you a small smile. “Sleeping even less to take care of my daughter won’t hurt me.”

“You say that now, but when—”

“Come on, we’ve actually been having a good time. Did you know we even had a little chat?” he murmurs, lowering his gaze to the baby. “Didn’t we, sunshine?”

The baby makes a small noise, as if answering him, and curls herself more tightly against Leon.

“You’re shirtless, Leon,” you say, walking toward him slowly. “It’s winter. You’re going to catch a cold! And then, the baby will catch it!”

Leon looks you up and down when you carefully sit on his thigh, doing your best to not disturb the baby.

“Well… yeah, I know,” he answers shyly, scratching the back of his neck. You can’t help blushing. “When they were doing your blood tests and all that medical stuff, and I stayed with the baby, the nurse explained that skin-to-skin contact helps regulate their heart rate, temperature…” he shrugs. “Since she seemed a little nervous, and she didn’t look hungry, and nothing else seemed to be wrong, I decided to try it and see if it’d actually calm her down.”

Your throat tightens.

“I’ve also read several articles about it,” Leon adds, a little embarrassed. “At this point, I could qualify as a pediatrician, you know.”

You laugh, but the pain in your lower abdomen returns. 

Now, it’s even sharper.

You place a hand there discreetly, massaging the area to calm the pain and trying not to let Leon notice but, of course, he does.

“Love…” quickly, he makes a move to stand up, forcing you to stand as well. “Come on, sit down,” he gestures toward the rocking chair with the hand that isn’t holding the baby. You’re about to protest, but he cuts you off. “The doctor said you needed rest… You can’t be making this much effort…”

“I only crossed the hallway…”

You hold back a groan that escapes anyway when you feel the pressure again, stronger now.

“Hey, you comfortable? Are you okay? Do you need me to bring you something? Do you want me to put the baby in the crib and carry you to bed in—?”

“Leon.”

Interrupting him doesn’t calm him down… In fact, it seems to do the opposite. 

You can see how worried he’s becoming. You would even swear his face is turning a little pale.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” you rush to say when you see him starting to crouch in front of you, without letting go of the baby, of course.

You see him close his eyes and let out a sigh, much more relaxed.

However, when he opens them again, it feels like he’s analyzing you completely.

“You shouldn’t be walking around like nothing happened,” he scolds.

“I only gave birth, Leon. It’s not like I’m not broken or anything like that…”

“Just gave birth, you say… Yeah…”

You lean back in the rocking chair and start swaying, seeing how Leon can’t stop pacing from one side to the other with the baby in his arms. You can’t help holding back tears when you hear him telling her about how you met, how he asked you to be his girlfriend, how you got married, how you both reacted when you found out you were expecting her…

“You know? You’re definitely a good dad. Best one in the world, I’d say.”

Leon turns to look at you and raises an eyebrow.

“Like… as a dad, you mean?”

“Yes,” you gesture up and down at him, smiling. “You’re just… there, with the baby, telling her our entire story as if she actually understands you…”

“She does understand me,” he reproaches, unable to suppress a smile. “Why do you think we get along so well? You know I talked to her a lot when she was still inside you… Besides, I probably look terrified.” He chuckles quietly and shakes his head. “Damn… I don’t know how to do anything… I don’t even know how to—”

“You’re doing everything perfect,” you tell him, straightening slightly as if to stand but sitting back down when he gives you one of his looks. “Leon, for God’s sake, if you could see yourself…”

“See myself how?”

“I haven’t seen you like this since the day we got married. So… in love.”

That leaves him speechless.

He stares at you for a moment, clearing his throat as if pretending he doesn’t know what to say.

“Well…” he stammers a little and clears his throat again. “Yeah, I’m in love with her… I mean… God, she’s our daughter. Ours. We made her, and she barely even exists yet, and she’s so perfect…”

You stand up and move behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaving several kisses all across his back until you reach his shoulders.

“She wasn’t comfortable in the crib,” he explains quietly. “I woke up when I heard those tiny little noises she makes, so… well, I picked her up, went down to the kitchen, and made her a bottle… although she didn’t want it,” he explains. “I also changed her diaper twice, but the third time she didn’t want anything either… So… well, we’ve just been talking a little and stuff… until now she finally fell asleep.”

You smile, standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

“She knows you. She’s your best friend, I promise.”

You’re not entirely sure why, but you say those words without much conviction, almost as if they hurt to say.

Leon notices, of course.

He gently moves you aside, and just as carefully places the baby, completely asleep, into her crib, only to turn back to you with his arms wide open.

“Come here.”

“I thought you didn’t want me moving,” you say with your arms crossed.

“This is different. Can’t I hug my wife now?”

That makes you laugh a little. You end up crossing the few steps between you and lean against his chest while he wraps his arms around you, leaving shy kisses on the top of your head.

He’s the one who takes the initiative to move you both a little closer, eventually dragging the rocking chair until it sits right beside the crib.

Leon sits down in it and then takes you by the waist, gently forcing you to sit on his lap.

You lean forward slightly, moving closer to the crib and softly brushing the baby’s back.

God, Leon was right: she was your daughter.

How could you possibly have made something so… perfect?

“She’s so small…” you whisper.

“She has your nose,” Leon assures.

“And those little ears…”

“Yeah, those are mine. Poor girl.”

“Leon, your ears are perfect,” you lightly hit his arm. “You’re perfect. No wonder our baby is so beautiful…”

“Don’t say that… she got all of that from her gorgeous mother.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and look at him. Leon beats you to it and wraps his arms around your waist too, leaving a quick kiss on your lips.

“I don’t know how you can be so good at this already…” you tell him, sliding your fingers through his hair and fixing it a little.

“At all this stealth stuff? The DSO, I guess… It had to be good for something, right?”

You roll your eyes, your lips curving into a smile that achieves exactly what Leon wanted: making you laugh.

“I meant with us,” you say. “You’re a very good husband, and you’ve only been a father for a short time, but… you’re already perfect.”

“I honestly don’t know what I’m doing,” he admits. “Every time she does anything I think I’ve already fucked up.”

“Yeah… same happens to me,” you admit too, though it’s no surprise to your husband.

“You know that earlier, when you were still asleep, I checked if she was breathing six times?”

“I did it nine times when I came out of the shower the day after giving birth.”

“Are you serious?” he asks in surprise, staring at you.

“I swear,” you assure him. “It was when I forced you to go outside with Chris to get some air, even if it was for just two minutes, because you hadn’t left the hospital for almost two days. And you didn’t eat anything.”

A smile slowly appears on his face. He hugs you a little tighter around the waist, being careful not to hurt you.

“We’re a disaster, love…”

“Definitely. But at least we have each other, right?”

He kisses your cheek several times, then leaves one on your temple.

“Do you think you’re going to escape from me that easily?”

You shrug.

“Earlier, I thought you’d left the house with the baby,” you comment, and you regret it instantly when you see Leon grow sad even though he tries not to show it. “Leon…”

“Did you really think that? That I’d left? That I’d leave you alone? Especially after giving birth?”

“I called you and you didn’t answer,” you reply a bit coldly. “I just… I don’t know. I know maybe I’m overreacting a lot…”

“And it’s completely fine. Hormones are driving you crazy,” he says, gently cupping your face. “I don’t want you to feel bad, but… if something like that ever crosses your mind again, tell me, alright? I didn’t hear you before because I was with our tiny, perfect, wonderful daughter, but next time if—”

A small sound, followed by another, and then another, until it breaks into a soft cry, interrupts you both.

You both look down at the crib and see that the baby is no longer asleep. Her eyes are half open now, her arms moving clearly with the intention of wanting to be picked up.

Of Leon picking her up.

“Well… looks like someone has already got used to daddy’s arms… Yeah, guess you’re definitely your mother’s copy, sunshine…”

A dull ache of shame grows in Leon chest from the sight of her, completely unaware that just by being here — being his wife, that she had gotten in the way of a preplanned special night that you had been waiting to spend with her husband.

Leaving her to drift into the silence of a quiet house, lost to the fact that the father of her child were in their way to be parked a long while away from home on some dirt road behind an abandoned gas station to sleep with his daughter, in a way that used to be saved for her.

Leon can't afford to think about that anymore, he already dealt with his demons that comes with him choosing to love you in this way. Coming to understand that he's not a good man. Never said he was. He solidifies this every time he turns the lock your bedroom door at night, checks the two of you into hotels under made up names, or even fucking you in their bed when she's away.

The simmering guilt of his actions going silent in his head with every brief look that the two of you share, hugs that get tighter every time, or stolen touches under the dinner table. Every ounce of attention you give him melts away every bad thing he's ever thought about himself. Every kiss, every touch, every murmur of 'I love you' is what keeps him turned away from his wife in bed before as she falls asleep. He wants you and you only.

And he'd do anything, to let this fact cement itself into your mind.

Which why he left with you, his sins coming to life under the proud sun, walking to the car without shame.

Holding hands while he gets you seated before driving off to the edge of town with the view of the haunted house he's forced to maintain, in his rear view.

Anticipation burns a hole into his stomach, it's been a while since the two of you have fucked. Only quick blowjobs in your bathroom or him eating your pussy on your made bed while your mom is on a work call. You missed the intimate stretch of him, and he misses your warmth.

He enjoys the secluded intimacy that fucking his daughter gives him, being able to hold you close as he fills you anytime he can. Looking you into your eyes and knowing he's the one who's made you feel this way. Familiar eyes, boring into his tired ones.

Your hands find their way to the crotch of his pants, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as you press down harder. His cock twitching under your determined hand.

"I missed you" you whisper, leaning over so that your mouth is right by his welcoming ears. A warm smile spreads on his wear face, turning to give you a quick peck before turning his gaze back to the clear roads. I Love you I love you I love you I love you-

This is where he's happiest….

Driving into that empty field the two of you occasionally hide out at, ready to fill you up while you cling to him like a father, like a lover.

"Get in the back princess"

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"You needed dad's cock that bad baby?" Leon groans by your ear, your face tucked into his naked neck as you rest your head onto your arms that are wrapped around it, while Leon drills up into your creamy pussy. The two of you sitting on top of an old hot pink towel that's usually hidden in the trunk for times like these. Laying bunched under your knees that are spread around his wide frame, your calves bouncing from how hard he's fucking you.

"Ye-yessss ohh fuck mhmm" you mewl shamelessly, finally getting your way after going to him with puppy eyes for him to think of an alternate plan to get him balls deep inside you by before the end of the night. One of Leon's taut hands grips on the swell of your ass, already leaving faint marks, while the other is around your back to hold you in place.

"Wonder what your mom would think if she could see you, fucking leaking on l dad like this shitttt. You get this wet by yourself baby?" he moans, giving your shoulder a long bite before speeding up.

You're drooling so much, you’re only able to faintly nod against him. Making his cock throb inside you. He loves knowing that he's the only one that can get you like this, cock drunk and submissive. Being your very first and getting to further understand the body he helped create, before you even got to know it definitely has its perks, your pleasure is taught from him. Reliant on focusing on how the way Leon touches you.

He showed you how to get your own body to respond to yourself, secretly buying you toys to explore in the times he couldn't be there to get you there.

"Hear how wet dad gets his pussy, shhh listen baby" he hushes you, using the hand that was on your back to wrap around your hair, pulling on it to tilt your head back, forcing you to leave the warmth of his neck so you could hear the filthy squelch of him fucking you over the soft creak of the rocking car.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

He's soooo deep, filling your cunt raw from tip to base, again and again. Your slick lips stretching around to fit his fat cock that smears his pre cum inside your pussy that's just taking it all in. He hungrily leans forward to latch on your nipples while looking up at you, rolling and flicking his tongue around the raised bud before quickly detaching — a string of spit webbing from his mouth.

"So good for me, aren't ya? Cunt's just swallowing, every. fucking. inch" he grunts, matching his thrusts to his mean words as he kisses your exposed neck, sucking and nipping at the area desperately.

Your head's still hanging back with your mouth embarrassingly drooped open, unable to speak with your vision slightly blurring in and out of focus. Your body growing warmer, partly from the feel of his wet mouth pecking and dragging all over you, and the rest from how vulnerable you are under his devoted touch.

"S'goood mhm, so full daaa-"

"Oh? daddy's in here?" he teases with a cocky tilt of his head, he lets your hair go to push on the bottom half of your stomach. Now able to look back down at your dad who's somewhat disheveled from pleasure beneath you — being met back with his blue-eyed stare.

His eyes slightly wide as he looks at you in awe, feeling the gentle push of his cockhead hitting that lower spot again and again. Your head spinning from bliss,

I Love you I love you I love you I love you-

"Fuckk — taking me so deep" Leon praises, grabbing your jaw with his free hand to lay a kiss on your warm lips before slipping his tongue in your mouth. His words go straight to your cunt that tightens around his thick length, another gush of your slick sliding down his dick.

With his mouth still on yours — humming his moans onto your eager tongue, he lets your jaw go to reach behind your ass. His index and middle rubbing the back of where your leaky pussy is swallowing his cock — swiping up your slick on them before breaking away from the kiss to shove them in your mouth, wrapping your mouth snug around his digits.

"Hngnn pleaseee dad" you whimper around them, growing desperate. Flicking your tongue between his fingers, cleaning your wetness off of them. His eyes shift to a look of weakness, wishing it was his cock in his daughters mouth instead. A thin layer of mist forms on the glass windows from the heat radiating off the naked damp bodies that refuse to stay still. Leon's hips hammering into you at a steady pace, making your spread legs shake around his waist. Growing weak from how close you are.

He can tell you're gonna cum soon from all the breathy whines leaving your pouty lips, he's an expert in everything you. He takes quiet pride in being the first person to see your face twist in confusion and ache as your first orgasm bathed over you. You questioned the feeling, asking if it was okay, he ushered it in. Thanking you for letting him be able to unravel you like this.

I Love you I love you I love you I love you-

Your forehead sits against his damp one, "Gonna cum for me baby?" he coos, his voice rough yet full of yearn. Lost for words again, you let your body do the talking, allowing it to speak in the language only he can decode. Throwing your hips down on his busy ones — matching his mean pace.

"Shi-fuckkk you're gonna make dad cum baby. That what you want?, want me to fill you up? send you back to the house with my cum leaking outta ya while mom kisses you goodnight?"

"Y-yes yes yes yes" you cry out, snapping your hips down harder. Bringing a restless hand between the two of you to rub your clit like he showed you, feeling how wet you are. Your fingers slipping as you rub in fast circles while your dad slams into you even harder.

"Let it go baby it's okay, p-please— mhm fuck —need you- need it so bad" he moans, waiting on the familiar feel of you pussy tightening around him so he can fill you up. Both Leon's hands are focused, gripping the swells of your ass to force his length into you again and again.

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"m'cumming dad, ugh-cumming, hngh yes yesyesyesyes" your body goes stiff, even your hands on your clit as your orgasm washes over you. "Ughhh mhmmm" you cry and quiver onto his shoulder as you cum around him hard. Leon's hips still quick in speed, completely pussy drunk on the way you're tightening and creaming on him.

"S'good for me princess mhm take it. take it. take it. take it. take i— please" he hisses, his hips stuttering one last time with a loud squelch, his balls slightly scrunching and releasing as he empties his seed inside his daughters twitching cunt.

The two of you lay still for several beats, embracing each other loosely while you're still connected down below. His hands sweetly rubbing your back, soothing you —still somewhat twitching under his touch. "You did so good baby" he hums in an almost whispery tone, laying a gentle kiss on your slick shoulder. I Love you I love you I love you I love you-

The air in the car is thick, beads of moisture rolling down the windows as evidence of the previous moments. You take a lazy finger to it, inking out a star against the slippery glass. The two of you still quiet, eyes growing heavy— just enjoying the moment in an attempt to catch a steady breath….

"Fuck, we have to get the sweets for mom" your head jumps up from the memory, clenching around your dads cock when you talk, earning a small groan from him. You place your hands on his hard chest, lifting off his dick slowly with a wet shlick, slightly sore and still messy down there as some of his cum slips out of you.

"That was supposed to stay in" Leon teasingly grumbles, laid back with his cock growing soft, watching you scramble around in the dim lighting.

Leon's eyes rake over your naked form —so beautiful and soft like, before something else catches his tired eyes. The fact that it's much darker than it was when the two of you left home. The beaming sun and few clouds that were scattered all through the bright clear sky were now gone — hidden in the peachy hue from the summer setting sun that is now leaking into the weakly tinted windows. Creating a map of color and light trails over your naked body. I Love you I love you I love you I love you-

His eyes softens at the sight.

Each day the sun goes down means another day of living in continuous sin for the two of you, at least during the day Leon's able let the sun wash away his demons that hide inside the shadow of the fake life he has to wakes up to. Lying dormant while he waits for this time of day. The night, ironically, bringing him his light. You. You to take and take and take until you come up to gasp for relief.

You own him as much as he does you.

Everyday he is the same man, until the sunsets — where he is able to fruitfully exist in the life he wishes he could see while the sun is still up. I love you I love you I love you I love you-

"Come here" he murmurs. Grabbing your elbow and spreading his legs for your to sit between them with your back turned from him. "Mom's probably wondering what's up, we shoul-"

"That’s not important right now" he cuts you off, slightly stern — talking in his dad voice that he puts on when he's saying something important.

You relax against him with an understanding hum, leaning your head back in the slot of his neck, shifting slightly to fix the pink towel back under you comfortably. Leon's hands slip to the hilt of your hips, rubbing slow circles there with his thumb — tracing over faint fingerprint marks that are gradually coming to life.

You both settle down in sync, looking through the smudged window from your frail attempt at wiping off the moisture with your shirt that was thrown on the car floor.

"So beautiful" he whispers, lifting his head to rest his chin on top of your head, the weight of him comforting and aware. Allowing you to be consumed by him. He snakes his wondering hands from your plush hips to sneakingly brush over the slight swell of your nipples before wrapping it around your waist to pull you even closer to him.

"I know. I love seeing all the pretty colors like this. Everything looks so much more real under a sunset" your eyes locked on natural the scene in front of you, taking in the saturated colors filling the sky that's leaking into the balmy car.

"…Not what I meant"

I Love you I love you I love you I love you-

Fawn: I love doomed incest💔

The roll over had stunned her so much that she didn’t react for a good moment. Charlotte’s babble brought her back to reality. Claire had just seen a milestone happen and couldn’t tell anyone. Not yet, at least.

“We’ll show daddy that one later, okay sweetheart?”

That was a few weeks ago.

Now it’s a typical afternoon. Leon smells like milk, Charlotte threw up on his shirt during feeding time, and Claire has been teasing him that it was deserved because he had been bouncing her so much it was bound to happen.

“Isn’t it funny, Red? How was I supposed to know the baby works like a soda?”

“Your problem bud,” she snickered.

He grumbled and changed his shirt right in the middle of the living room. After all, Charlotte was still very much awake, and both of them were pretty much attached at the hip to their baby, they weren’t going to leave her out their sight.

As he sighed, turning to look at Charlotte for ruining his shirt with a scowl.

He saw it.

The baby, who had been idly trying to reach the toys on her mat, rolled over.

Leon blinks, once and twice.

She rolled and looked directly at him. His scowl disappeared in a second as a loud tone he didn’t know he had escaped him.

“Claire—CLAIRE! CLAIRE, C’MERE! SHE JUST—… SHE JUST DID THE THING!”

The brunette looked confused as she peeked from the kitchen into the living room.

“What thi—”

She couldn’t even finish the sentence as she saw Leon crumble, his knees going weak as he scrambled for the camera while keeping his eyes locked on the giggling baby.

“She rolled! She rolled! Did you see that?!”

And as if it were a party trick, Charlotte rolled again to reach for the plushie.

Leon was practically yelling in excitement while Claire held back her laughter.

“SHE DID IT AGAIN!”

Claire pretended to be surprised, her eyes softening as she watched him drop straight to the floor to be at Charlotte’s level, lying on his stomach as he patted the mat encouragingly like she had just won the Olympics.

“Oh wow, Charlotte!” Claire laughed, walking over and kneeling beside them. The camera was forgotten as both of them focused on the babbling baby.

She had already seen Charlotte roll over weeks ago.

But watching Leon’s face now, she knew she had made the right choice keeping it to herself.

“Alright, rookie, we’re gonna attempt another roll. Ready?”

He didnt even move. He's just there, thick and throbbing into your gummy walls. You tried to drag your ass up and down, but he pinned you harder, a hand wrapped around the back of your neck and another spread one of your ass cheek to watch how your asshole puckered and clenching around nothing.

The day was supposed to be some kind of gathering, someone's house, backyard was loud, bbq party or something like that. But your dad just cant hold the need to fuck you for a day because he's extremely tempted by the way you dress up pretty for everyone, all soft smile and soft looking, he's so used to seeing you wrecked under him. So he's on a mission to do just that.

Now you two currently at it. Where someone could just walk into the scene, a father and daughter fucking, your skirt bunched around your waist, his cock snug into your cunny. Imagine the terror, the scandal, the sheer taboo of it. But you're too fucked in the head to even think about it.

He's simply just humping you, quick thrusts of slick-slick-slick as he kept his cock connected to your velvety walls, greedily gripping him. "you do look prettier being under me." And all you can do was just let out a series of 'huft-' and 'o-ohh'. Whining and whimpering.

The hand on your asscheek shift to curled under the front of your clit, and you spread your legs wide for him, pad of rough fingers circling onto your little button. "dad- hah- please-" you beg, and he felt the way you tighten around him. "yeah yeah. go on. cum around me."

You dont waste time. Squirting around his cock as he's quick to muffled your moan with his thick palm, mumbled 'hmpfh...' came out of your throat as he help you came down your high. And he follow along to take out his load with a low groan into your ear. Thick load of cum filling your womb.

Then he's pulling out, stuffing his oozing cum back inside your cunny with his finger, tucking himself, pulling your panties back up as he help you straighten your dress, tucking your sticking out hair onto the back of your ear as he lean down to peck you on the lips. "c'mon, bbq's waiting." A hand rest over the back of you, just up over your ass but he cant resist to grab a squeeze of the softness. Your panties screwn from the roughness of his hold.

Let's just hope someone would clean up the spill you two make, and think it's just water.

characters im kinda seeing with this scenario:

leon (resident evil), toji (jjk), benimaru (fire force), todoroki enji (mha), and your favourite ♡

Leon and you have 3 daughters, ages 10 (Charlotte), 6 (Eleanor), and 2 (Alice). They're Leon's world and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Leon never thought he would be a dad, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He loves having his daughters with him. A lot of the time when he comes home from work and you kick him and the girls out of the kitchen to make dinner, you find them curled up on the couch with Leon, watching a movie. Charlotte and Eleanor on either side of him and Alice in his lap.

Leon sees a lot of himself in your oldest and sometimes that scares him. Charlie wants to help, she has a strong sense of justice, and wants to protect the people she cares about, but he hopes she doesn't follow in his footsteps. Ellie is more like you, and your youngest is so full of love and energy, she loves to play outside and dig in the dirt. She has a little car that she loves to ride around in and is obsessed with it.

All of them have his blue eyes and his smile. It's the sweetest, especially when you take family pictures.

Waking up in the morning to find that Alice had crawled into your bed in the middle of the night, wedging herself between you and Leon, drooling on your pillows and hogging all the blankets.

Leon seeing Alice asleep and taking her onto his chest while you leaned on his shoulder, having a quiet morning while your older two girls sleep.

Leon spends a lot of time teaching them how to defend themselves, even from a young age, so much so that it feels a little overkill sometimes. He was the one that got to deal with the school when your oldest punched a boy in the face after he kept pulling on her hair and her shirt.

It was a solid punch, and you were both proud of Charlotte for standing up for herself. You both pretended to be mad to appease the principal and the other child's parents, and took your kids to get ice cream after.

Leon makes time for the two of you and you still have date night. You get a babysitter, or the kids go stay with your parents, or a family friend, and you get the house to yourselves for the night or you go out. Date night is something both of you hold very dear.

Leon keeps a picture of you and your daughters in his wallet and looks at it when he misses you or when he is having a hard day. It reminds him what he is fighting for, it gave him purpose after all the shit he's dealt with.

You have found Leon in his home office doing work on his computer while Alice naps on his chest multiple times. You can always tell because he only has a lamp on in the office and he'll hum while he works to help sooth her.

Doesn't quite understand ballet, but is still supportive of Charlotte and her dream to be a ballerina someday. He drives her to dance class every week. He takes Ellie to tee ball every week, and that's something he understands more. He volunteers to bring snacks to her practice a lot.

They have him wrapped around their fingers. "Daddy can we get a puppy?" They will be getting a puppy for Christmas. "Daddy can we go to the park?" The car is already packed. Ice cream? He takes them to get ice cream every Sunday afternoon because he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with them.

Leon's friends were still shocked by how much fatherhood changed him. He was a little jaded when he was with his friends, still confident, still quick witted, still the same sense of humor, but still so guarded. The old Leon came out when he saw you and your daughters. His smile would reach his eyes, he was soft and sweet, like the rookie cop he'd been some 15 years ago. All his walls came crumbling down for his family.

Protective dad. The most protective dad. Drives safer with your daughters in the car. Security system in the house. That puppy for Christmas? A Malinois he had trained to be a guard dog. His name is Goose.

Devoted husband and father Leon who still has his own issues and hard days. Days where everything weighs heavy on his mind, where he wants to disappear, his depression getting to him somedays. He'd seen a lot of things no one should ever have to see or experience and somedays it became a lot to carry.

Those were the days that Leon went out driving alone after dinner, whether it be in his car or on his motorcycle, the days where he'd come home and you'd find him with a glass of whiskey or a beer out on the porch, petting Goose. Those were the nights you knew that he slept restlessly no matter how you tried to help him, no matter how long you talked.