#dad!leon kennedy

[dilfprayers]

21st Birthday.

realdad!leon kennedy x afab!reader based off of an ask i did a few days ago for @misscimi tw; incest topics (dad x daughter), alcohol abuse, dubcon , piss, virginity loss, manipulation + more

word vomit ??? yip yap type of thing that turned into a fic (?) so may be typos MAYBE? i dont know!! also ive been heavily brainrotting abt icky dad leon,..ugh

You were excited to turn 21. Everyone always made it a big deal and told you it'll be amazing being able to finally drink and do many other events that required you to be 21 anyways, which you hated. You went on years planning out what to do but when it finally came to that day, which was today, you sat there quietly in the house spacing out. Hours going by and you mainly sat there on the couch, quiet and alone.

That wasn't until the door crept open, your father suddenly walking in with a few bags. He glanced to the living room with a smirk, approaching you as you laid there. He did however admire you, how tight your shirt was to your upper body n' how those shorts were short enough to get a peek of your panties.

He knew better than to indulge in those thoughts but ever since you had had turned 19, he always had his eyes on you. Wanting you.

"Hey hun, what's got you in the dumps? Shouldn't you be celebrating the special day?"

He sits down carefully beside you, a quiet 'hmph' leaving his throat once he sits down. He leaned back, tilting his head with the bags still in his hands. You looked over at him before loudly sighing, slouching back into the couch.

"I don't know..My friends cancelled on coming over - Mom is always busy...And well you-"

You pause, looking at him. He looked puzzled, tilting his head as he leans in a bit closer to you.

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

He cuts you off halfway, smiling at you before putting the bags down; gently setting his hand down on your bare thigh, rubbing at it in a comforting manner.

"I was able to get off work early anyways, I didn't want my lovely daughter to be on her own for her 21st birthday."

You smile, glancing down at his hand that rubbed along your thigh. He always had a comforting charm, you loved it.

"Well.. I guess. But, I really wanted to go out and get drinks. I always wanted to get the drinking experience. Aside from the whole vomiting and losing your absolute mind— It seems cool. But I sound stupid for that don't I?"

His eyes lightened up when you said that. Almost like a lightbulb clicked in his mind - Surely he wasn't thinking of getting you drunk, taking full advantage of you - Making you do things you don't wanna do. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he pats your thigh and leans back.

"Nah, I get you.. That's why I got you a little surprise."

He pulled some drinks from the bags, glancing at you as he saw the shock on your face. He really thought about you and your 21st birthday — Knowing you wanted to drink? You were beyond happy now. And the thought of your first drink would be with your father.. You were living in the moment.

He figured you were too shocked to speak so he handled the drinks, popping the cap off of one of the bottles then handled it over to you with a warm smile.

"Happy 21st birthday."

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Sluggish, you were wobbling in your seat..Shit, how many drinks were there? You don't even remember. You just know you kept blanking out, hearing loud ringing sometimes as you crawled over to Leon, laying across his lap.

"Sweetie, y'okay?.."

You hear his concerned tone but only let out a low, "mmm..." noise, feeling all woozy. You felt like shit in all honesty but for him, it was a good thing. He planned this all along, get you drunk off your ass and he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

"Poor baby.. Here, I got you. Just relax for me.."

He picks you up off his lap and holds you in his arms, walking off to his bedroom before kicking the door shut. He already had an erection, sick fuck had so many possibilities and thoughts in his head.. It was to the point he could feels his cock pressed up against the fabric of his boxers and pants, oozing crazily with precum.

He fucking wanted you. And wanted you now.

Afterall, It was his second part of his birthday gift, you should be happy right?..

You groan quietly as he sets you down to the bed, slowly sitting down beside you soon after as he watches your vulnerable state. Your body aching from whatever was going on in your head and stomach - Eyes halfway shut too. You could hear something being rustled with.. A belt?.. Pants? You didn't really know nor care as you shifted on the bed, comfortable from how the pillows and comforter made you sink into a whole different headspace. You were quiet, only breathing heavily. You wanted nothing more than to just sleep but that'd soon be disrupted. You just didn't know it yet.

Leon, on the other hand, had already had his pants off and his boxers, needily stroking his cock from the mere sight of you.

"Fuck.. You've grown into a lovely woman, you know that?.."

He mutters, as if you could hear him but you didn't. He bites down on his lip, pushing past his limits. He slowly moved himself over you, pulling your shorts down and saw your bright panties. Beautiful pair too.. He groans lowly, brushing his fingers along your crotch but pauses, noticing you shifting around again before staring directly at him.

"Mh-..Wha...H..huh? Dad..What's going on?.."

You mumble, feeling your legs spread open cause of him and felt a pit deep down in your stomach. You thought this was some kind of fucked up dream, not realizing it was real.

"D..daddy?.."

Your voice cracks, seeing him stare directly at you - But him hearing your innocent words through your drunken state made his cock throb. He knew you couldn't comprehend shit that was going on.. All you could assume was this being some kind of bad dream you couldn't wake up from. With him knowing that, it turned him on more.

"Shh, shh... I want to love you and make you feel good tonight. Isn't that what fathers do?"

He murmurs, brushing your panties again until he feels something warm — Or rather, hot. You weren't aware but out of fear and confusion, you felt yourself wetting your panties with the pee you held in for hours ever since you started drinking earlier. His eyes were widened, seeing the liquid damp up your panties and pour down along the sheets, staining it.

But even still, it left him beyond turned on. More than he should've been.

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You weren't entirely sure what had happened for a couple minutes but you just know you gained some kind of consciousness the second he pushed his cock deep into you, keeping himself balls deep before he rutted himself in and out of you, brushing his thumb along your throbbing clit. You scratched at him, screamed and all but he knew how to make you slowly accept the fact he was raping you while you were drunk and half asleep. You didn't exactly think your father out to be some kind of rapist or sick fuck, but here he was, not only using you but also using your piss as 'lube'.. And not to mention - blood too. This was your first time. And your first time was from your dad taking advantage of you.

The thought nearly made you hurl but as time went on, you did actually start feeling good. He ensured of that so you could calm down. He never moved his thumb away from your clit, moving it in circular motions as he knew it was becoming raw and more sensitive. He could tell it was fucking with you cause of how much tighter you'd get.

"Feeling good yet? You want daddy to keep fucking you? Show you more about being an adult? Mm...?"

His cock plunged into you, way deeper at this point since you were naturally getting wet from his actions. It didn't help either that you wanted this to originally stop but the influence of alcohol and the pleasure he offered was driving you insane. You couldn't think straight before cause of the drinks but now it was way worse.

"Please... Please..- M..more.."

You whined to him, legs starting to shake from the overstimulation. His gaze down at you was darkened and he knew he enjoyed

"More? You don't even have to ask."

He leans in, his lips catching yours into a tender kiss while he now places his hands along your legs, spreading them out more with his tight grasp before going to town on you. The bed creaked and both of your moans and groans made a symphony within the room.

"Shiiit...G..gonna..Cum..."

He mutters into the kiss, feeling his cock throbbing within you. Your walls squeezed at his cock needily, but as a natural reaction again. Your body knew what it wanted. His cum.

But you couldn't do that.. The risk of him getting you pregnant was high but you weren't even thinking straight, you couldn't pull him off nor tell him. Actually, you didn't even want to.

"Daddy's gonna fuck a baby into me...~"

You babble out, lips still mushed against his as your tongues lock together for a bit till he pulls back, slipping his cock out of you to flip you on your stomach. He spanks your ass, grinning.

"Watch your language, I'm still your father you know."

He teases but knew damn well hearing those words slip out from you made him harder. He fucking loved it. At some point afterwards, he got into a better position before pushing his cock back into you. His cock throbbed some more before he rocked his hips along yours while he was towered over you. Seeing you in such a fucked up state, fighting the two separate sides in your head from what was wrong or right was arousing. Your slightly concerned face, wondering if this was you truly wanted. Or how your pussy clenched around his cock, wanting to milk him dry of his cum. Your body was rejecting your moral thoughts at this point.

The thoughts he had and also seeing you slowly come apart for him became overwhelming, but he enjoyed the hell out of it to the point he pushed himself deeper into you again, as he leans down, grunting in your ear. He finally came inside of you, no verbal warning what-so-ever.

You could feel it too, his warm pumps of cum flooding your insides - Giving you butterflies. He slightly rode out his orgasm before pausing, keeping his cock plunged deep into your sticky and wet, messy pussy.

"That was my birthday gift for you.."

He mutters, gently resting his chest on your back as he gently kisses along your cheek. You were all used up for the night, even more drowsy and at some point you closed your eyes and rested there beneath him while his cock remained inside of you.

Maybe being 21 isn't so bad after all...

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Autumn Delight

Pairing: DI!Leon x fem!reader

Summary: As you cook to welcome the change in season, your daughter plays grocery shopping with her father.

WC: 2.1k

Notes: After reading @cinnarette write for girl dad!Leon, I wanted to add on to the hype and do some fluff because that man deserves it and I want him happy. Also I know I said Death Island Leon for this one, but I imagine him older. Anyways, enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing this one. Reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

The sun shined through the window as you hummed to yourself, the pot in front of you blowing off steam and filling the kitchen with the aroma of sweet tomatoes and fresh herbs. The scent felt nostalgic, like a soft weighted blanket that reminded you of what your mom would make for dinner after you came home from school.

The season was slowly transitioning into autumn now, a more prominent breeze shaking the leaves as they began to change color from their vibrant greens to shades of orange and dark red. Warm air now starting to cool down every passing day, tank tops and shorts exchanged for sweat pants and cotton crew necks. Soon enough, it’ll be time to go apple picking and welcome all things pumpkin, you mostly looked forward to having apple cider come back in stock at your local grocery store. 

A loaf of fresh sourdough bread rested in front of you, already knowing the cheese you needed for this meal was cooling in the fridge, ready to be melted to your heart’s delight. Grilled cheese and tomato soup were on the menu tonight, a nice hearty meal to welcome the first day of fall. You covered the pot of tomato soup, letting it simmer for a while longer. As you were ready to step to the side and tend to other tasks, you heard rambling on the upper floor of your townhouse, already knowing where the source of the noise was coming from.

Stepping out of the kitchen entirely, you went up the stairs, careful not to be too loud as your slippers moved over the hardwood steps. Walking down the hallway of the second floor, you continued until you were met with the white door to your left, wide open for you to take in the view inside.

Your husband was on his knees, surrounded by pastel green walls and soft carpet. Toys were all over the floor, a Barbie dollhouse in one corner of the room and a plastic play kitchen in the other. You leaned against the doorway and let out a snort, trying not to draw attention to the 3-year-old who walked around her bedroom with purpose. The man’s eyes were drawn to yours at the sound of your laughing, vibrant blues paired with soft wrinkles on the rounded corners of his gaze. A pearly white grin came your way, one that drew you to him all those years ago.

“You know, this place is quite small. Limited options”, Leon said, pushing a toy shopping cart that was comically small against him and skimming the shelf in front of him. He tilted his head to the side, finger on his chin as he thought heavily about what to grab next. Of course, he took this decision seriously, looking at the plastic toys resembling different foods from fake cereal boxes to ketchup bottles and eggs.

He reached forward and took a can of tuna, putting it in the cart and moving along. The cart was already full of a few things, plastic fruits and vegetables that were completely necessary. You watched him move around, going to the mini-kitchen that was set up on one side of the room.

“A drumstick in the sink? This is such a safety hazard for a grocery store”, Leon grumbled, knowing his daughter was right behind him, watching him diligently like a good sales associate. Her matching dirty blonde hair and blue eyes looked over him as he reached for the misplaced doll currently folded in the tiny microwave. He tried his hardest not to laugh, putting the doll back where he found it and gave you a glance.

Leon continued to shift around the room, finding plastic cookies on the floor and throwing them in the buggy with dramatic flare. He leaned down on the ground and found more toys littering around him. Grapes were underneath the toddler bed, toy crackers were in the hot tub in the dollhouse, and singular hot dog sausages were thrown in every nook and cranny imaginable.

Just looking at the room was stress-inducing, but the agent didn’t have the heart to be mad or irritated. If anything he was glad to have a mess like this to deal with in the first place. Had someone told him years ago he’d be happily married in a townhouse he bought with a three year old daughter that was his carbon copy, he’d laugh in their face. The image of having a loving family was a dream he had thrown away after the horrors he witnessed at 21. Being exposed to such monstrosities almost fully turned him away from ever thinking of having something more in his life besides fighting manmade monsters. He never thought he’d be able to have a life worth living outside of survival.

That was until miraculously, he bumped into you when he went to try a new cafe that opened in town. Years later having regained that dream he buried deep in his subconscious, he gets to be in a home full of love he never thought he’d get to experience. He has a reason to wake up every day, something and someone to fight for, and he wouldn’t take that for granted.

Leon shook his head and blinked at the sound of your voice, your eyes looking over him once or twice already knowing what happened. He zones out less as he gets older, but it still happens from time to time. Before, his memories used to haunt him, the traumas and burdens he carried would make his nervous system go haywire and put him in a constant state of paranoia. Now, he has moments where he’s reminiscing about his past and feels gratitude instead of self-hatred or fear. You didn’t mind, you accepted all parts of Leon with open arms, even the parts he couldn’t accept himself, and if it weren’t for your support lord knows where he’d be now.

“Hm?”, he hummed, giving you a look and silently admiring you like he often did, as if you were his guardian angel sent to ground him to this current reality.

“I asked if you could pick up some ice cream on your shopping trip”, you told him softly, your daughter now distracted and leaving her post at her fake cash register to collect all of the individual chip pieces she could find.

“Thanks for reminding me hun”, Leon said now returning to the present, shuffling to another part of the room to look for the ice cream pieces. He could only find the plastic waffle cone, not the strawberry ice cream scoop. With a shrug, he put it in the shopping cart as you held in your giggle with a bite of your lip.

Finally facing his daughter, he pushed the cart towards where she stood. Out of the kindness of his heart, he helped the toddler scan and swipe the toys, her small grabby hands reaching for whatever food item he gave her. It was moments like this you enjoyed the most, seeing just how much Leon loves the child you both created and how he treats her like the center of his universe. She’ll never fully understand just how much her dad cares for her, pure unconditional love if you ever saw it.

You couldn’t be more proud to see Leon become the father he never had, and the man he’s always wanted to be.

Leon now started to talk with his mini-twin, giving her sassy remarks as her tiny fingers threw the things she scanned back into his cart rather aimlessly.

“What? No bag? You’ve got to be kidding me”, he teased, playing the part of an angry customer all too well for your child to realize. She wagged a finger at him and pressed the button of the scanner towards his face, a beep sounding through the room as she did. She responded to him with an equal amount of sass, making you snicker under your breath and Leon had to bite his tongue so he didn’t follow you. Not only did your child inherit her father’s most noticeable features, she also got his corniness and attitude.

She continued to scan and beep all of the items until there was nothing left to pass, looking up at Leon with her hand out and demanding him to give the money for his groceries.

“Do you have change for a 20?”, Leon spoke, making you shake your head in disbelief at how dedicated he was in playing his role. He had a fake $20 bill he borrowed from the monopoly board sitting on the coffee table of your living room.

“Mine”, his daughter nodded with a bubbly giggle. She snatched the bill from Leon’s hand with enthusiasm, pressing some buttons on her cash register before the drawer opened with a ding. She pushed the bill inside and closed the drawer with no change in her hand. Leon only gave her a raised eyebrow.

“Wow. Is this how you treat your customers? You know what, I’m just going to go to Trader Joe’s down the block”, Leon playfully threw a hissy fit, making the 3-year-old laugh as she waved at her father and mumbled bye bye.

The blonde got up from his knees with a grunt, walking up towards you and pulling you in by the hips with a smile. Leaning down he kissed you on the cheek, then on the tip of your nose, and finally on your lips as you hummed against him, putting a hand on his chest and the other rubbing the back of his neck. It was an occurring routine of kissing he started years ago when you were still dating, all beginning the day he asked you to officially be his partner.

“You know our daughter is really starting to be more like you every time I see her. I’m getting scared, one of you is enough”, you taunted him, making him chuckle. You couldn’t help but stroke his stubbled cheek, loving the feel of the coarse hairs against your fingers.

“C’mon, you know you can’t get enough of me. I’m not that bad”, he grinned, offering you a corny wink that made you roll your eyes.

“Yeah yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night”

“I sleep just fine knowing you’re right next to me sweetheart”, he openly flirted with you, a sneaky hand coming towards your rear and giving you a playful tap. “You’re cooking aren’t you?”

“Mhm, grilled cheese and tomato soup, all from scratch”, you told him, noticing how his ears perked up at the sound of cooked food. You learned early on in your relationship that Leon was a foodie and preferred home-cooked dishes above anything else. So you made sure to get your clutches on him by making him some Tuscan chicken pasta, aka marry me pasta, on your 7th dinner date together. Safe to say, he hasn’t left since.

“God I love you”, he declared so frankly and so often that you knew he meant it. You never questioned his devotion to you, and you can tell from the way he says it as if it’ll be the last time that it’s always sincere. 

“I know, you would go hungry without me. I love you too”, giving him another kiss on his lips and letting him savor it.

You heard a tiny voice coming towards you both, something yanking on Leon’s jeans by the shin and forcing him to pull away from you for a minute. He looked down at the smaller blonde, cerulean eyes matching his own like a reflection of himself.

“Yeah sweet pea, what’s up?”, he turned towards her, reaching down to pick her up in his strong arms like he usually did. “You want some of mommy’s food too?”

“Yes! Sammi!”, it slipped out of her mouth, clapping to herself as she got excited at the mere idea of eating whatever was being made. She was always eager to eat, finding joy in the way she gripped her small spork and made a mess of herself with crumbs on her soft cheeks.

A passionate food lover, just like him.

“Hell yeah. Grilled cheese sammi and tomato soup. Let’s go help mommy cook”, Leon said, carrying his baby girl in his arms and marching down the stairs, allowing you to hear her laugh intertwining with his own. You followed them down the steps, watching your husband tickle your daughter’s tummy, beaming from ear to ear.

A warmth fluttered in your chest, silently watching the way they’d talk and interact with one another that would have anyone think they were the same person. You smiled again, going to the stove to stir the pot of tomato soup before you started on the grilled cheese sandwiches. 

You don’t know how you got here to have all that you did in your life, but you wouldn’t change an absolute thing.

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Daddy Dearest <3

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Girl dad!Leon x Mom!Reader

Blue for Leon pink for reader & purple for D/N

Desc: Despite his career path Leon has been developing pretty well to his girl dad life & revolves entirely around world around his wife & sweet little angel babygirl

Tags: Tooth Aching fluff, Dilf Leon, No smut ‼️‼️‼️, Just dad Leon living his dream! No use of y/n, D/n stands for Daughters Name

I'm very serious with you guys interacting with my writing!!!! it would make me so happy & excited, the more comments & reposts the more inspiration i have to write :) Votes and comments are strongly appreciated!!!

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Leon Loving his life was an understatement, He was a miserable guy not so long ago but it all changed once he met you & had his very first child! Of course after first he was worried about being a deadbeat father, but eventually he suited up and prepared for everything was to come, dropped his drinking habits, went to therapy for most of his trauma from working on the most messed up cases world wide known to mankind & even baby proofing the entire house you two shared for over 4 years.

He even went out of his way to take random target trips with you during your pregnancy to stare at nursery furniture and random trinkets and toys he found, holding up gender neutral baby clothing before knowing the gender & asking “you think this is cute sweetheart?” It was amazing how he became so obsessed with the thought of having his own little family with a white piket fence & beautiful front lawn garden (He started gardening as a coping mechanism which would soon be one of his top hobbies he brought onto his daughter.)

During the gender reveal he was nothing but pure excitement and joy to have a little baby girl that the next day he even went back to target and came home to baby-proof the entire house, testing objects to see if they would fall on a random baby doll etc, so much so that you had to go downstairs at 12 am and force him to take a break and come to bed, “You don’t think she’ll hit her head on the table one day right? I really wouldn’t want my little princess to get hurt” “I think you need to put down the baby proofing tools for the night & actually come to bed hun, it’s almost 1 o’clock”

Some days you would be in pure anguish because D/N would be doing pure gymnastics in your belly that Leon had to ‘have a talk’ but most of the time during your pregnancy he was always talking to your tummy, Asking her to relax on the jumping around in there, Sometimes waking up super early in the morning to talk to your belly & sometimes waking you up & hearing you tell him off a little bit in a muffled voice since you were buried in your body pillow. “Hi babygirl, you excited to get outta there & see your new room? Yeah? Oh I know your excited angel but you can’t keep kicking mama like this sweetheart it hurts her!”, “Can’t keep jumpin’ around in mommy’s belly sweetness your driving her insane sweetheart” “oh yeah!?You excited babydoll?” “Good morning my sweet girl, I can’t wait to see you y’know, mommy & I are so excited to meet you & hold you & love yo-“ “Leon what the hell are you doing awake at 5:30??” “Uh oh I woke up mom” “leon I swear to god if you don’t go back to sleep.”

And then came along the arrival of his awaited babygirl, he was so excited he even set up a little mini red carpet infront of her nursery & stars next to the door & even putting a little sign on your guys’ front door in bold glittery pink ‘Welcome Home Princess D/N” He even brought a little camera to make a home tape for every memory he makes with you & your daughter so when she is finally old enough she can watch, this tape includes her birthing where your shouting & screams could be heard such as “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT LEON!!” “I’M GONNA KILL YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP!”& his light crying of when she was born

After your daughter was born it was extremely difficult for you two to set a fair sleep schedule so for the first few weeks Leon would wake up at 2:30 AM whenever D/N was crying on the baby monitor and move the rocking chair placed in her room right next to the crib “What’s the matter sweetness? Can’t sleep again? I know babygirl it must be so tough trying to get your little beauty sleep huh?” He would slip his hand through the little bars of the crib and smile giddily every time she would wrap her little hand around his thumb, growing up was the most difficult for him, he cried every-time his sweet angel took her first steps, said her first word which was obviously a strained “da-da” which was to be expected since D/N was a total daddy’s girl. most of the time when he was off he would let you go to work so he could spend his days with your guys’ daughter, take her to the petting zoo, a random aquarium where she discovered her favorite animal was a sea horse, Leon’s entire existence revolved around D/N to the point where if her little fist was directed at something she wanted he bought it, she starts crying? He jumps right up to take her off your hands so you can relax, his entire world was revolving around her & you loved to see it, sometimes when you got home from work you’d see Leon on the living room floor with your daughter as she babbled playing with a random stuffed animal monkey “Hi honey, Took her to the petting zoo today, we discovered she really loves monkeys”

Some mornings when you would all sit at the table eating before the day started Leon would watch her in her high chair chew on whatever she had in-front of her causing a small mess where he would chuckle & clean up after her “Your just one messy little girl huh princess? Gonna have to teach you manners now little lady.” And then came the day where she got her very first booboo, I’m sure you can imagine what happened, Little D/N was running around the backyard chasing a butterfly while you & Leon just finished harvesting this falls apples and then randomly you heard a tiny little wail behind you causing Leon to jump up from the ground and scoop up his baby girl “Baby she has a cut on her knee we need to take her to the hospital now! Get in the car!” “Honey I think she’s alright nothing a little rubbing alcohol & a band aid can’t fix.” When the two of you went inside and into the bathroom he sat on the edge of the bath tub and sat little D/N on his knee while you rubbed some alcohol on her knee which reasonably made her wail out more than she did beforehand causing Leon to start tearing up and kissing the top of her head “I know angel I know it hurts but we can’t let your lil’ booboo get worse & nasty now can we?” Once you finished that 1 minute of anguish you two sat in the living room holding her close as you slightly teased Leon for his light crying “You love making daddy cry now don’t you honey? You know you have him tied up around your little finger huh” You joked while Leon grunted while worryingly making sure she didn’t hurt herself again

One day you caught him in her room when she was around 4 years old having a little tea party, he was sat in a chair next to her that was far to tiny for him to fit in as he wore a pink tiara around his head that was again to tiny for him & a pink fluffy tutu around his waist while fake sipping tea from the tea cup while causing her to giggle, You had just gotten home from work & leaned against the doorway smiling and holding in a laugh but Leon smiled back and stood up and had the tiny chair stuck on his ass causing you & D/N to laugh obnoxiously especially after he eventually was able to pull it off and walk over to you mumbling “shut up.” Before kissing you lightly & asking how your day went. Obviously because of his career he had to miss some important events at school for D/N and he felt AWFUL. He cried in your arms one night after returning from a 1 week trip where he missed father daughter school day where he imagined his poor babygirl sitting at her table in kindergarten watching everyone else with their dad while she had a confused expression. And every single night after that for a month straight he would have little sleepovers in her room where he read her bedtime stories, you know that one 3 little kitties book from despicable me? He obviously read that to her with the brightest smile on his face and once it was time for bed her would sleep on the floor right next to her toddler bed “Goodnight babygirl, daddy loves you so so much y’know that? You got his heart right in your little fist”

By the time she was 10 he was always helping her with school projects & homework & even going to father daughter dances with her, if

D/N wanted something all she had to do was ask and bat her little lashes, some days when he went to go pick her up from school with you in the car he would see her talking to a boy before running off to the car leaving him with a puzzled face “who the hell is that little twerp near my daughter? She does know he is not good enough for her right?��� “Nuh-uh Leon, Don’t start let her have friend alright?” “Sweetheart just look at the little shit! He’s practically blushing looking at her right now!” “Oh stop it.”

Just imagine what it would be like when D/N is finally a teenager and brings a boy home for the first time..Leon makes it VERY clear nobody is good enough for his little girl & never will be, he is the entire reason why her standards will be extremely high…

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hi, I recently read ur Leon fic and never laughed so hard. Could I request one where his wife was out hanging with her friends leaving him with the kids. But he gets a random zoom call or something having to leave the kids playing with themselves—got bored and start looking for him resulting the kids walking on him and just chaos. Thank you

(Hii anon, sorry this took so long! I've been really busy recently but I finally got to it! I wanted to do Death Island Leon since.. we all know he's a literal dilf. I mean, c'mon. Anyways I hope u enjoy this!!)

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy (death island ver.) x (fem!) reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You're just going out with your friends. Your husband can handle the twins while he's on a zoom meeting right? No big deal. Except it is.

"I'll be back soon, hun."

You spoke to your husband, giving him a quick kiss before heading out the door. This would be the first time in a while that you would be able to go out without taking your kids with you. Usually, you would be the one who took care of them while Leon did most of the shopping or went out.

But after many words encouraged by your friends (even Leon approved), you finally decided to let loose and go out with your friends, leaving your husband to attend to the kids.

The reason why you were so wary about leaving Leon with the kids was.. well, they're kids. And you were the one who usually would deal with them. Crying? Hungry? You took care of them. Not that Leon didn't do anything because he certainly did, but you had just gotten into the habit of it.

The other reason was because your husband had a meeting. You didn't want him to be bombarded by the responsibility of having to watch the kids when he's busy in a meeting. But with words of reassurance from him, you reluctantly agreed.

After all , how hard could it be?

We're the words that Leon repeated in his head. So far it was fairly quiet. Which would usually be a good sign but with your kids? It was never a good sign..

They had to be planning something if they were this quiet. With a hesitant click, Leon entered the Zoom call that was supposedly to be a meeting. After a while, he soon adjusted to his quiet environment, focusing on the words of his boss as him and many other coworkers were speaking on different ideas. His focus tended to wander during his boss's long rant on whatever he was speaking on. However, unbeknownst to Leon; he had two little followers that were stalking his call. Your twins. Poking their head out from a wall to "sneakily" spy on Leon. The two children had planned this once you had left.

So with a thumbs up from your daughter as an indicator, your son sprung into action; doing a poor attempt at a cartwheel to hide behind another piece of furniture. The poor attempt making a thud as his foot hit the wall. Your daughter gave him a knowing look as if mocking him, whilst your son simply shrugged.

Hearing the thud, Leon snapped his head to the direction of the noise. Finding nothing he soon turned back to his meeting just in time for his boss to ask a question, throwing Leon off guard for a moment before his "uhhh" was cut off by a child's giggle. As he turned his head back behind him, he was finally met with the two children giggling. Your daughter particularly amused by the faces your son was making.

Leon quirked his brow confused for a moment before it clicked to him - your son was mocking his boss...

"Mr. Kennedy, do you intend on answering my question anytime soon?"

Leon heard his boss say in an annoyed tone, knowing it's better to reply rather than argue with his rude tone.

"Yes sir! Sorry sir, uhm.."

He stuttered over his words slightly before hearing the two children giggle once more. Now at Leon's nervous state, pushing a finger to his lips Leon gave the kids a shushing motion before being met with his daughter mocking his motion, the sticking her tongue out as the two laughed, leaving Leon to let out a sigh in defeat before trying to resume back to his meeting.

The meeting was only met by screaming and chaos by the children as Leon did his best to stay intact and interact calmly. His boss clearly unimpressed with his attempts.

After the long day (and meeting) had soon come to a close and you had returned, you were met with your husband's figure slumped over on the table and asleep as his laptop was open. You smiled to yourself as you brushed a strand of his hair from out of his face. Then looking to his computer for a moment before seeing the Google search on the screen read;

"How to get kids to stop interrupting me working"

AUTHORS NOTE:

Sorry this was rushed! I've been really busy recently but this was rlly fun to write <3

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[pluto-00]

Baby Fever! 🧸🍼

Dad!Leon x black! reader hc’s <3

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Pure Fluff [★]

a/n: Just random hcs bc idk Leon just screams perfect dad.

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Two words. Girl. Dad. You cannot tell me that Leon wouldn’t be a girl dad.

If he were to have a son. He would make him his little mini-me, no matter what

He would have matching outfits for you if you had a daughter.

Would spoil the hell out of your daughter, giving her anything she would want for her birthday or just in general.

Loves doing goofy stuff with the kids.

Imagine coming home from a long shift and to find him doing arts and crafts with the kids. Pasting googly eyes on wooden houses, and glitter all over the large piece of newspaper that kept the counter from getting dirty.

Even though the house is very busy, from your work..to Leon’s missions having him gone for a few weeks out of the month, He love’s spending time with you.

Considering the kids have school, Leon enjoy’s going on a date night or spending some time alone.

Leon loves getting the family together to relax and do fun stuff when you guys can. (Making pillow forts or watching a movie)

Watches you braid/ twist your daughter/son’s hair, and thinks he can do it himself. (With no youtube videos or practice before hand. Has resulted in him messing up the babies hair for school.)

Makes sure his kids wear a bonnet when they go to bed. (You had to drill it into his head a million times)

When the kids get older, he would definitely brag to Chris about his kids being on honor roll.

You both cheer so damn loud at those honor roll assembles, causing your children to be a bit embarrassed when their name is called.

Definitely frames up those completion certificate at each grade promotion. (I.E: Grade promotion 5th grade, 8th grade)

Imagine your kids getting older and using social media, if they were to show him a meme or a funny tiktok. He would definitely pull out his glasses and then look at it very confused for about a minute before cackling loudly.

If you were to go on a vacation or a road trip, he would make up really bad jokes or out-dated ones that only you would get.

Extremely long lectures (his way of discipline)

If he was trying to put the kids to bed by reading a book, you would find him asleep as the baby is fast asleep in bed.

Hates seeing his daughter cry, and babies her alottt. Which kinda gets you mad, cuz yall daughter be bad as hell😭

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[forgetminot]

It says your requests, and I’m in need of some Leon x reader angst where reader left leon while she was pregnant because of *alcoholism* and they meet again years later when the kid is like 4. Feel free to ignore 🥰

A Familiar Face

!Dad Leon Kennedy x gn reader

Warnings : Mentions of Leons alcohol addiction, dad leon?, reader is called 'mama' by their child, use of y/n once, angst.

Author's Note : I like this more than I thought I would so i might do a sneaky lil part two.

Summary : You get recognised by a familiar face while out shopping with your son.

"This one Mama."

"The green one?" You'd ask, smiling softly down at your son- he nods his head eagerly. "Okay, then." You reach up to the plastic toy boat and place the box in your shopping cart. You take your son's hand in yours while using your left hand to push the cart along and continue down the toy aisle.

"Ooo! This, Mama!" Your son pulls his hand from your grip as he rushes over to a small box on the lower shelves. "Look!" You frown slightly when he holds up the box and shake your head from side to side.

"I think you are still a bit too young for that, kiddo."

"Please!" He lifts the box up higher and points it at you. "Pew, Pew!"

"Put it back." You state sternly.

"I want it, let me have it!" He shrieks, crossing his arms as he glares up at you.

"Don't use that tone with me." You raise your brow, crossing your arms as you mimic your son. "Put it back." You repeat.

"Fine!" He places the toy gun back on the shelf with a thud.

"Good. Now follow me, we need some more juice." You say, holding your hand out towards your son.

"But- you said I could have another toy." He replies, curling his bottom lip.

"I said that before you threw a tantrum."

"I'm sorry Mama, please!" He pleads, you shake your head once more and take his hand in yours. "Mama!"

"No. I said no." He frowns, giving in as he follows you down the rest of the toy aisle and into the drinks one a few aisles across. You grab a few cartons of apple juice and place them into the cart as well as a carton of orange.

"Y/n?" You turn at the sound of your name, eyes widening from shock as you turn to face the man it came from.

"L-Leon?" You ask, yet you already know the answer; he hasn't changed at all, apart from a couple of new scars across his cheek. "I-" You stand speechless as you stare at the father of your son, who you haven't seen in four years.

"How are you?" He asks.

"I'm fine- good." You nod, the grip of your hand tightening around your sons slightly.

"Is-" He watches your son closely, eyes drifting across his small features.

"He's called Lee." You state shyly, Leon grins widely at his own nickname.

"He has your eyes."

"He does." Leon coughs quietly as the three of you stand awkwardly in the shopping aisle.

"You, uh." He looks up at you. "Didn't answer my letters, or my text."

"I didn't open them." You state bluntly. "Are you here to buy some more alcohol?" You mock.

"I haven't had a drink in three years." He replies. "I promised, remember."

"You promised a lot of times, Leon." You express plainly.

"Can we go somewhere, talk about this." He asks.

"I- I gave you so many chances." You sigh deeply.

"I know you did and I'm sorry. I really, really am." He looks down at your son sadly. "Please." He pleads.

"I-" You glance down as your hand is tugged on and look deeply into your sons wide eyes.

"Mama, who is this?" You crouch down to Lee's level and run your hand across his face gently.

"This is your dad, sweetheart." You reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his small ear. He looks puzzled at your answer. "I need to talk to him, Leon." You say as you look back up at the older man. He nods in understanding.

"I will call you, i will make everything right- I promise." He whispers gently.

You nod, "Okay."

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[cupidscrule]

Okay guys id!Leon x Step kid Reader will be out tonight:3!!

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[bl0odyh3art]

https://x.com/evafemdom/status/1748409970926698680?s=46&t=trIGAk_q3vtie7_bHScxtg

this is so divorced dad!leon x daughter!reader mhhhh... >.<

YESSS that's way I see them :3 he's so needy and gross...... especially he gets all clingy once the divorce happens >~< he seriously cannot keep his hands to himself.

#inbox🫀 #leon s kennedy #dad!leon kennedy #twtlinks🌸 #🐇.diary

[dilfomaniac]

Soon i’ll make a masterlist but until then i’ll need to write a fic or a bunch of drabbles soo sooooo give me di!leon ideas incest or stepcest or fauxcest the list goes on babes

#posts 🍯 #tw noncon #tw stepcest #stepdad!leon #dad!leon kennedy

[dilfprayers]

are you really okay in the head?

real dad ! leon kennedy x afab ! reader this totally isnt more icky!dad leon stuff (it is) - incest warning

you did this.. with your dad? like you know.. YOUR dad. think about it. the one who raised you since you were a kid?? holy fuck what's your problem?

you knew you were fucked up the day you purposely left your door creaked open one night after seeing his texts in the family group chat of him being stressed. work was fucking hell as usual.

once he's home, he's already pissed off his wife didn't leave dinner before going to work her nightshift. groaning, he walks down the hall to see you laying on the bed in your bedroom, back facing him while you are doing your college work on the laptop. thing is, your legs are spread out, your pussy directly seen under that pretty nightgown, of course he's gonna want to come into your room. n' come into something else too.

he'll quietly sneak in, come into your room - you'll act surprised

"daddy? you're home!-"

"oh- what are you doing-?"

"hey...hey- stop!!"

but its what you want right? you thought of this moment and now its really happening. he has you on your knees with your mouth full of his cock. slobber all over the place..

"come on.. you're a good girl.. you love making daddy happy.. right?"

his cock pushed deeper down your throat as you gag, tears streaming from your cheeks. it burned so bad, you don't even know how you didn't throw up or something yet. luckily you didn't..

"that's why you presented yourself the way you did, yeah? dirty fucking whore..i should've known the day you started wearing skirts.. y'never wear skirts.."

his words hurt too. it was striking you through the heart but you know its true. you're terrible. a terrible fucking person.

but yet, you are still there, bobbing your head, tears streaming down your cheeks and soon enough his cum is pouring down your throat for you to swallow. but you cant take it.. you abruptly pull back, coughing up a storm as some of his cum spills from your mouth and you are hunched over on the floor, tears, saliva and his cum spilling to the floor.

"..."

he tuts quietly, yanking you up by your hair and tosses you right onto the bed while he leans on the bed with his knee, glaring directly at you.

"tonight's gonna be a long fucking night."

#dad!leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy smut #dead dove fic #🕊️ — drabs

[ovaryacted]

Dad!Leon Headcanons With His Son

Alright so this was based on an ask I got from this generous anon, and I just wanted to give my thoughts their own post considering how long this ended up being.

1.6k words. | cw: mentions of alcoholism & emotional abuse

Now as a disclaimer, I would never headcanon Leon as someone abusive or negligent, especially to his kids if he had any. He would rip his heart out and bleed for his family if that was what was necessary, and I think he would be a dedicated father. But that is not to say that he wouldn’t have a fuck ton of trauma surrounding his role as a parent and having a family in the first place. So, these will just be my own headcanons of what I imagine happened to Leon during his childhood and how they translated into fatherhood.

Bringing it back to Leon’s childhood, he was always considered a mama’s boy. His mom was sweet, kind, and gentle, always made him smile and feel cared for. He got most of his features from his mom, stole her whole face, and took her moles and her eyes with him. He was just always attached to her and loved her dearly.

But his dad? That was a whole different story.

His father wasn’t necessarily abusive in terms of physical, but he wasn’t a good parent to Leon. He was a drunk and an asshole, always critiquing Leon for being too soft or emotional. His father would also blame his mom often for raising him in such a way, thinking that the world would tear his son apart because it isn’t a kind place for those who are weak.

Of course, you have to consider the time Leon was raised in, this is just American culture that heavily emphasizes the patriarchal gender roles in the nuclear family dynamic. With rose-tinted glasses, Leon’s family appears to be your ideal white picket fence American household. But behind closed doors, Leon often gets treated like an emotional punching bag to his father’s problems. Whether it be the stress of his job or paying off the mortgage, somehow Leon was the common dominator to all of his father’s issues.

Leon grew up detached from his father, thinking that his dad hated him, didn’t want him, or had a certain disdain towards him. He’ll try to talk to his dad, try to ask him to hang out, to do the things fathers and sons do in the neighborhood, but his voice often goes unheard. So instead, his mother is the sole guardian that he builds a relationship with, along with his grandmother (his mom’s mom) whom he visits from time to time.

He grows accustomed to that severed relationship with his dad, and his biggest fear is ending up like him. He never wants that to happen, so he tries his hardest to maintain the goodness that’s left of him from when his mother raised him. After his parents die, gruesomely and in front of him, he gets put into the foster care system. He jumps from household to household, some worse than others, but he managed to do well in school and go to the police academy.

Leon was excited, thinking that he finally had a way out of the mess that was his life and that he’d have a chance at stability. But no, he finds himself in an absolute shit show when he’s caught in Raccoon City, and any freedom or innocence he may have had is stripped away from him before he realizes what is happening. As a result, Leon has no choice but to be groomed into this killing machine he never wanted to be in the first place, and the things his time in the military engrained into him only reiterated the same hyper-masculine patriotic bullshit his father would say to him. He had to become strong and grow thick skin because he could no longer be soft, he had to learn to survive out in the real world. 

So to cope, he turns to alcohol. It washes away his feelings and keeps those nagging thoughts away but it’s hard to move on from the survivor’s guilt that eats away at his spirit. It’s during one particularly bad night that he takes one good look in the mirror and realizes that for the first time, he sees his father in his reflection instead of his mom. It scares the shit out of him and shakes him to his core, afraid that he’s already grown rotten from all the alcohol he’s consumed over the years.

I think that fear of ending up like a piece of shit the way his dad was will translate over to when he ends up having his son, and it’ll stick even after he goes to therapy and gets his shit together. He’s still a loving and active parent, always has been since he knew he was expecting a child, and that love doesn’t go away. But there are instances where his “tough love” comes out, where he fears his son’s softness will put him in the same precarious situations Leon found himself in one too many times. In the early stages, he’s careful with his baby boy, the urge to protect him was strong as it would be considering everything he’s lost and gone through. All Leon wants to do is to keep the innocence and purity his son has for as long as he can, the same way his mother tried to do with him when he was young.

However, his love for his child changes as he grows older. Unlike Leon who looked more like his mom, his son is Leon’s carbon copy and it haunts him. It’s like looking into a mirror, and it genuinely scares him. After that realization, he’ll indirectly instill tough love over time. His kid is emotional like him, given his general curiosity and perceptiveness, things that were taken away from Leon before he could fully appreciate them. To protect that, he’d try to tell his kid the reality of the world, of his world, and try to harden him because our reality is not built to protect good people. Still, Leon tries to be there for his son, he does, but it grows difficult when he sees just how much his son resembles himself.

He breaks down the day he makes his son cry because he raised his voice a little too high. He saw how his child’s face grew pink and his blue eyes were watery with tears, watched as he ran towards you, and sought comfort in your arms. The act was the same thing Leon used to do when his father yelled at him or scolded him. At that moment, Leon hated himself, and tried to apologize to his son but he just wasn’t receptive to his words or actions. His fear of being rejected by his own kid, the same way his father did to him, eats at him to the point of making him nauseous.

That night, Leon cries in bed, not being able to say anything besides falling into his self-deprecating mindset that he’s failed as a parent, that he’s fucked up the one good thing he had in this world outside of his partner. All because he was terrified that this world would hurt his child the way it has hurt him.

Eventually, he does go to apologize to his kid when he’s ready to communicate properly and when his son isn’t as upset. He sits down next to him in bed, asks him how he is, and gives his child the opportunity to talk first before he says anything as an adult. He remembers in one of his therapy sessions that it was important to let his child talk about his intense emotions and work through them instead of bottling them inside, something he wasn’t given the grace to explore in his youth. Leon listens, simply shuts his mouth, and lets his son talk no matter how ridiculous it may sound. But it was one question that pierced his heart.

“Dad, do you hate me?”

It was like a knife was stabbed into his gut and dragged up towards his chest. The words burned his soul, and in the back of his mind, it was like his memories played on screen. Laced with his son’s voice was his own, and he saw himself asking his father the same question all those years ago. His dad nursed a beer bottle, absentmindedly watching the TV screen in the torn-up armchair. His father didn’t give him an answer, simply getting up and walking to the kitchen to get another beer. Leon remembered the hurt, remembered the way his father’s dismissiveness felt because his silence was his answer, and he started to choke up as it hit him full force.

He blinked a couple of times and refocused on his son’s expression, how he was already teary-eyed. Leon simply shakes his head, feeling himself about to cry and his voice shaking as he speaks.

“No, I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

He tells his son the things he wishes his father told him, reminding him how proud he is and how much he loves him. He does try to explain that he only wants what’s best for his child, that he wants him to understand that sometimes the world won’t always be a happy place and to be prepared for that. Regardless, he tries to keep his son’s innocence intact as much as he can without triggering his own traumas. 

It takes a while for the relationship he had with his son to be fully repaired and go back to a point where they could grow. At times it can be hard, always looking at a reflection of himself. It was like loving his son helped Leon heal his inner child, something else he learned in therapy that he keeps in the back of his mind. He’s a good dad, better than his father ever could or wanted to be, but he has his moments where he frequently doubts his efforts, always questioning if he’s repeating the same mistakes his father made. Leon made a promise, he vowed he wasn’t going to end up like his father, and would give his son the same kindness and love his mother once did. That was a promise he intended to keep, and he didn’t plan to break it anytime soon. 

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[mamirhodessxox]

Girl dad Leon has totally gone bankrupt before last time he went to Build A Bear workshop with his daughter & he is NOT taking that risk again.

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[kotoriarlert]

Anytime and anywhere.

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[forgetminot]

Hello! I saw another parent! Leon and was wondering if you could do one where his son (Preferably) chose to be an agent like their father? Please don't feel pressured to do it! Have a great day/night!!

Safe And Sound.

❀ !Parent Leon Kennedy x !gn reader ❀

Warnings : Lil bit of angst, time jump, fluff, dad Leon.

Author's Note : I hope you enjoy! I wrote both Leon's reaction and them returning home from their first mission. Also I'm sorry it's so short, I've not been feeling the best recently.

Summary : Leon isn't sure how he feels about his son following in his footsteps.

One of Leon's worst fears had always been putting his family in danger, whether it was something from his past creeping up on you all or a new bio weapon threat emerging, his number one priority was keeping you safe.

So, when your son decided to follow in his fathers footsteps; let's just say it didn't go down so well at first.

"You what?!"

"I told you not to get mad!" Your son argued, his arms crossed tightly against his chest as he glared at his father.

"You know I didn't want you anywhere near this kind of life!" You frown as you watch both your husband and son bicker back and forth.

"That's pretty damn hard when you get us all stuck in it!' Leon's face drops as he hears son's statement.

"That's enough, both of you." You insist, turning to face your son. "You know how dangerous your fathers job is and you also know how hard he tries to keep you safe." You state, pointing a finger. "But if that's what you want to do, we can't stop you."

"What?" Leon hisses.

"He's 18, Lee." You sigh. "You know this is not our choice to make." You take a seat beside your son as you look at him calmly "Are you confident, that this is what you want?" You question and he nods.

"I'm sure."

"Okay." You whisper.

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It takes a while for Leon to come around and accept his son's choice and even now; he's still not completely sure if he's okay with it, hell, neither are you.

Watching as both the men you love most in the world leave to fight another battle, another war- it breaks your heart every time and that same fear appears deep in your stomach that it may be the last time you ever see them.

You sigh deeply as you wait, foot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor beneath you. You hear the engine of the car as it pulls into the driveway and the slam of both doors and you stand quickly, rushing to the front door.

They look like a mess, covered head to toe in cuts and bruises, same as every other time Leon has come home from a mission. You pull them both in against you, holding onto them tightly as their bags drop to their feet.

"I'm so happy to see you." You whisper as Leon places a soft kiss against your forehead.

"No need to worry, he's a better shot than I am." Leon jokes as he motions towards your son.

"I learnt from the best." He replies with a wide smile across his face.

"You did." You state as you take Leon's hand in yours. "How was it?" You ask.

"Nothing too crazy, I made sure Hunnigan didn't throw him in the deep end." Leon states. "We managed."

"Good. I'm glad you're home safe."

"Wouldn't plan on it any other way." Leon grins.

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

A Love Game II

DI!Single!Dad!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Teacher!Reader

Summary: You, Leon, in his bedroom. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it children), p in v, fingering, multiple orgasms (f receiving), hair pulling, minor choking, creampie, praising, soft!dom!leon, Leon has kinda of an innocence kink, parent/teacher dynamic, Leon has a mouth on him, the s stands for slut, foul language

WC: 4.4k

A/N: yay I made it past the 2 part mark for a "series" how exciting. I hope I can post this in peace. For anyone that cared enough to want more parts, here we are. There's some more in the works. What do we say? Do we want to see this second date and leon being dumb and in love? Dunno when those will come out but, for now here's this.

Part I | Universe Masterlist

Were you really driving halfway across town to get laid?

Absolutely. 

Leon didn't even have to ask you twice. It wasn't like you had much going on anyway. And you really wanted to see him.

You made it three, maybe four feet into his apartment, enough for you to take a look at him. Hair wet like he had just taken a shower, shirtless, and only a pair of pajama pants hung from his hips. That man was without a doubt, trying to drive you insane. Though you had concluded you were in fact insane, the second you said yes to going out with him. 

"Hi." You stood in front of him, the scent of his body wash taking you in. A mixture of light bourbon and vanilla. It wasn't overbearing, but it was definitely intoxicating. That, or you were already drunk on the thought of him.

"Hi." His lips irked up and he leaned down, lips barely brushing over yours as he threaded his fingers through your hair. "I really wanted to see you again." 

You were in his bedroom in record time. Somehow in between hushed laughs and messy kisses, always doing your best to stay quiet. But ultimately, he closed the door behind you, his body pressing you against it as he kissed you.

His lips were hard on your own, messy on your jaw, like he didn't know which part he wanted to kiss more. Your fingers were entangled in his perfectly soft honey brown strands, already melting under his touch. His hand came up under your jaw to grip your face in place, long fingers sprawled out over your neck. He pulled you back by your face and his eyes were hard on you, with this mixture of authority and utter need to fuck you. He could be both. 

"This is how this is gonna be. I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you the way you deserve. But I better not hear a single fucking sound leave those pretty lips of yours. Not tonight. Got it?" 

Your jaw hung agape, a sharp shudder leaving your lips at his words laced with confidence and dominance. Christ, the things this man made you feel. You felt like you would have slipped right onto the floor had he not been pressing you against the door with his body. It took a long hard look from the ocean of blue that were his eyes for you to even speak. 

"I.. Yeah. I'll be quiet. I just.." You swallowed, lip quivering with anticipation, your hands landing flat against his chest, attempting to grip at something other the hairs across his chest. "I need you, please."

Leon watched you ever so amused, flashes of lust and need overcoming his otherwise stoic eyes. And his lips irked up with malice. 

"You sweet girl," He gripped your chin between two fingers, tilting your head ever so slightly to look over your pretty face. The need to see this face covered in tears as you begged him to come overcame his rational mind. All he could think about was ruining you. "How is it possible for such a pretty and innocent looking thing to ever be so needy?" 

"You. You do this to me. I've never—" You wetted your dry lips, a wave of heat flashing between your thighs as your voice died in your throat. 

I've never wanted to be ruined by someone. 

I've never wanted to be fucked into nothing. 

Until I met you. 

The words never left your lips, though. All you could do was look at him with those pleading eyes of yours, hoping he would understand. 

And fuck, did he understand. 

His mouth was on yours without another word being spoken. You were more than eager to let him take over. His hands guided you carefully through his bedroom as his lips did with yours as he pleased. He sucked, pulled, and bit all he wanted. And the sounds that would sit in your throat every time he did so only made him all the more eager to have you on his bed. 

Your feet were no longer on the floor, and your back hit something soft and warm. With a soft gasp you landed on your back and his body encased you under him. His lips once again found your neck, making work of your skin as his hands fell down your body. He forced your hips off the mattress long enough to push your sweatpants and panties down your hips. You kicked them down the rest of the way with a shiver, watching through half lidded eyes as he lifted his body up enough to settle beside you. Your eyes followed him with confusion, for a moment forgetting about the cold air now settling between your thighs. 

"You, Miss, are going to keep your legs wide open for me, okay?" A large hand fell on your thigh, fingers digging into the tender skin for a second before he pulled your legs as far apart as they went. You gasped, unconsciously flinching at the cold air. Leon slightly narrowed his eyes at you. "I remember you like to squirm, and close your legs. But these better stay open, or I will fingerfuck you until you cry. Understood?" 

Your lips parted, but you simply nodded, not saying any words out loud. 

"Use your words baby, I know you can." 

You breathed out a shudder, "Yes, I.. I understand." 

Leon flashed you a pleased smile as he positioned himself on his side, his chest pressed against your shoulder and he used his legs to trap one of yours, making sure they stayed open. He didn't trust your self-control very much right now. 

"That's a good girl." He leaned down, his lips pulling your own into a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was heated and it was fucking messy. But it was enough to distract you from where his hand was about to go. 

His lips parted from yours just enough to leave room for him to spit into his fingers, before his lips were back on yours. Your mouth didn't stay open long though, for the second his fingers grazed your already sensitive clit, you gasped. His lips curved up, his nose brushing against yours as he rubbed slow circles around the nub. It was slow, agonizing, but fuck, it felt so good. 

"Oh my—" the words fell from your lips in a quiet whimper, your head falling to the side into Leon's chest as you attempted to quiet yourself, but the longer his fingers worked you the stronger the ache in your stomach became. "Fuck, Leon." 

"I know, sweetheart. You're so wet for me. Is this what you wanted me to do to you earlier? Finger you wide open in your bathtub?" He spoke into your ear, his voice was raspy and so full of arousal with each word he said. 

You tried to respond, but when you felt two long fingers slip into your wet cunt all you could do was scream. You weren't sure just how muffled the sound was but Leon didn't say anything about it. He definitely heard you, but that only made him want to work his fingers harder. He loved the sound of it, too, the lewd sound of his palm slapping against your wet cunt each time he snapped his wrist. It was his favorite sound— after your moans, of course. 

"Shit. Shit. Leon— a-ah—" Your voice was broken as you weakly grinded against his palm, but his fingers were buried so deep already all you could was desperately chase with your hips. Leon only found this all the more arousing. 

"Mhmm, yeah, just like that. Fuck yourself on my hand just like that. You look so goddamn pretty." He spat, watching as he curled his fingers against that one spot that made your squirm. The sight of you, pathetically grinding against his hand as you weakly attempted to stay quiet shot straight to his cock. 

He needed to fuck you so goddamn bad. But he needed to focus. He could be selfish after. 

"Shit, baby, look at yourself. I don't think I've ever seen a more perfect sight." He made you watch, his free hand fisted around the roots of your hair and he held your head in place to watch as he slid his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. His hand as well as your thighs were glistening with your slick.

The sight was absolutely filthy, the sound more so. But fuck that only made you want to come even more. You couldn't help it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth fell open in a silent cry, the wind-up in your belly getting tighter and tighter. 

"Please. Please Leon. I'm gonna come. I think I'm gonna come." The words came out in parts, high-pitched and in between pants. 

Leon bit his lip, feeling the tightness of your walls around his fingers and he hummed, letting go of your hair to clasp a large hand over your mouth. He was shifting his weight more on his side, and he slammed his fingers so hard and so deep his palm rutted against your clit. He was a smart man. The cry you would have let out then would have woken up anyone in that apartment, or next to it. 

"Let go for me, pretty, I got you." His fingers left your hole to rub harsh circles on your clit, his fingers so wet he didn't even have to spit on them again. 

Though, he did surprise himself with how fast he had started to learn your body, because the second that wave of blinding heat hit you, you were squirming on that mattress like you wanted to run away. He, admittedly selfishly so, slightly ground his own hips against your leg as he fingered you through your orgasm. He could only handle so much with the sounds you had been making and how you oh so desperately wanted to come. 

He watched your face, teeth digging marks into his bottom lip as his fingers slowly stopped their rhythm. Only when you couldn't take it anymore and you attempted to squirm away from him, that was. 

"You did so good, baby." His lips replaced his hand with a much gentle kiss. He pulled back as he sat up, slipping his coated fingers past his lips in the process. "You taste really fucking good, too." 

This man was going to be the fucking death of you. 

You breathed out long pants, your forearm over your forehead as you tried to bring yourself back down to earth. You watched him shuffle around a bit. Until he was once again above you, his massive arms caging your head. 

"You okay, pretty?" He ran a careful hand over your face, looking you over with tenderness. It warmed your heart just how gentle he could be after absolutely wrecking you. 

"Uh huh. I'm perfect." You gave him a lazy smile, throwing your arms around his neck to hold him closer. "Are you going to fuck me now, handsome?" 

Leon looked at you with surprise at your shot of confidence, but the look in your eyes was of need. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he tugged his pijama pants down his hips, kicking them off the rest of the way somewhere to join yours. Your sweatshirt was next, and Leon was more than pleased to find you bare under it. 

"Just the way you deserve, pretty girl." He pressed a long, hard kiss to your lips before he sat back on his knees. 

Your legs hung lazily over his hips, completely at his mercy as he slowly rubbed himself through your folds, covering himself in your slick. Your lips fell open into a soft whimper. Leon shot you a small grin, his blue eyes filled with a wave of lust not once leaving your face as he slowly slid into you. His own lips parted and a grunt fell from them as your walls took him in. It was intoxicating. He was fucking addicted to it. 

"Goddamn baby, you take me so well." He sighed out, grinding his hips ever so slightly, enough to make you whine. 

"Leon, please. Just take me." You whined, slightly grinding your hips to give yourself some relief. He tilted his head at you, both hands gripping your hips with a tight grip. 

"Why are we so needy today, hm?" He teased, lazily dragging his cock in and out, not stopping but also not giving you what you wanted. 

"Ugh— you! You do this to me." You all but shouted at him, instantly regretting your volume and you swallowed hard at the glare he shot you. 

"I swear to God if you woke up my daughter." He groaned and leaned down, picking up his pace without a warning. "I am so going to fuck this attitude out of you." 

Any and all witty comebacks you could have come up with then were lost the second he started to drill into you, the angle making you feel the little hairs at the base of his cock brush against your clit with each snap of his hips. Your body would have slid back and forth on the mattress had it not been for the tight grip he kept on your hips. You were sure you were going to have his fingers printed on your skin in the morning. But God, you didn't care at all. 

"Shit— shit Leon— you feel so—" You whined into the air, your head falling to the side to muffle your cries on one of his pillows.

"Feels good, baby?" He gave you a particular deep thrust that made you slide up the mattress and you nodded harshly. "Yeah?" 

"More—" You breathed out, mindlessly reaching for him, only finding his wrist. 

Leon bit his already puffy red lip, long strands of hair falling over his forehead as he moved above you, his body now hovering over yours. Your knees were now damn near next to your head as he kept fucking you into the mattress. The new angle made you see fucking heaven now. 

"Like that?" 

You barely missed his words entirely, you were so drunk on the feeling of his cock, on his scent now mixed with your own. You didn't know many things, but of one thing you were certain, you could never get enough of this man. 

"Yes, yes, yes." You chanted into the air, almost delirious, like a praise only meant for his ears. 

Leon grunted softly, leaning down to brush hid nose against yours. He spoke words of praise so quiet you would have missed them had he not been so close. Your hands were on his face, barely holding on to him for dear life. His lips found your wrist, then your palm and in an instant one of his hands gathered both of yours, pinning them both above your head. You were absolutely helpless and at his mercy. And you wouldn't want it any other way. 

"Are you gonna come for me, pretty girl?" He slurred the words against your cheek, his cock buried so deep it was only a matter of time before you fell apart. You gave him a half nod, mouth agape as quiet moans fell on his ears. "Yeah, you are. I want to feel you come on my cock, c'mon. Fuck— I need to feel you come on my cock again." 

"God Leon— fuck— I'm gonna—" Your back arched against his chest, toes curling as wave of pleasure overcame your body. And it only took the feeling of his thumb on your swollen clit to fall apart completely. 

His mouth covered yours as your body convulsed under his, your orgasm hitting you so hard you were squeezing the shit out of Leon's hand above you. He happily swallowed the cries from your mouth as he continued to drill into you, rutting himself against you. He could only control himself for so long. 

"Fuck me— Goddamn baby, you drive me crazy. You take me so fucking well." He grunted against your cheek, his free hand now sprawled across your neck. He didn't squeeze this time, he only held you as he gave you one, two more thrusts of his hips before he was spilling himself inside you. "Atta girl. Atta girl." 

His lips were lazy on your cheek, leaving gentle kisses in his wake. A drunken giggle left your lips at the slight tickle his stubble left on your skin. His hands were now beside your head and he lifted his head enough to look at you. 

"Doing okay, pretty?" He asked with this pussy-drunk smile on his face, one of his fingers brushing the side of your face, "hm?" 

"Yeah, I'm living my best life." You giggled softly, opening your eyes to find his sapphire ones staring sweetly at you. 

"Sure you are, with my dick deep enough to feel me in your stomach, what more could you ask?" He teased, his lips curved up into a smug grin. You widened your eyes at him and smacked his shoulder. 

"You're insufferable." You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to move from under him but he was a brick wall above you, he refused to move a muscle. 

"You adore me. Wouldn't be here otherwise." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and removed himself from you. His words lingered on your mind. You weren't sure what the fuck it was that you felt for this man, other than the utter need to be fucked by him. But outside of the obvious chemistry, you wanted to be around him, to be around Isabella. You couldn't help it. You were catching feelings for him and his little girl.

You watched with big eyes as he stood up and walked around the bed, you couldn't help but giggle a bit. He turned to shoot you a questioning glance. 

"You actually took your pants off today." 

Leon furrowed his eyebrows even more confused and looked down, in fact very naked, "Yeah?"

"You didn't last time," You laughed softly, sitting up, amused by the way his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. 

"How would you know that? You were on your stomach, then on your back the whole night." He teased you back, making big eyes at you. 

"I heard your belt rattle the whole time.'" You rolled your eyes, now sitting on your knees at the edge of the bed to meet where he stood. He narrowed his eyes at you as he leaned down to meet your lips. 

"Guess I was that eager to fuck your brains out." He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he nudged to his bathroom. "Clean you up, then maybe, stay the night?" 

"Really? You scrunched up your face at him, eyes slightly widening at the idea of being in his bedroom while Izzy was down the hall. But you had to admit you couldn't say no to this man. "I mean, that'd be nice but—"

"Hey, don't worry. She doesn't have to know you're here if that's what's on your mind. We'll get there when we have to." 

We'll get there when we have to. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren't sure exactly when morning came. Leon had closed the blinds before getting into bed with you last night. Tiredly so, after he decided taking you one last time would be ideal. You had decided to spend the night with him. What was the worst that could happen, right? 

An embracing warmth surrounded your body, and it wasn't exactly the thick soft duvets that covered you. When sleep slowly slipped from you, your eyes fluttered open to find Leon. Your face was snuggled deep into his chest as his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, keeping you warm. The bourbon and vanilla lingered on his skin and took you in like the sweetest of greetings. You smiled softly, snuggling further into him. Leon had been awake for a little while. But he refused to get up so as not to wake you, he simply held you, his fingers resting on your scalp soothingly. Only when he felt you stir awake did he move. 

"Morning, pretty." His low raspy voice filled your ears and you felt a pair of cold lips on your forehead. You hummed softly, lifting your head to find him already looking at you with those eyes. 

"Morning, handsome." You pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone as you laid your head on his chest. 

"You sleep okay?" You heard him mumble above you. You nodded.

"Slept nice and warm." You smiled, running your fingers over the prominent patch of hair on his chest. 

"I'm good at something after all." He snorted. 

You were about to respond with one of your witty comments when you heard a few rapid but soft knocks on the door. The doorknob turned a couple of times with no result since it was locked. You and Leon jumped into a sitting position at the sound. Leon in particular had a 'oh uh' look on his face. 

"Daddyyyyyy! Why is your door locked?" You heard Isabella on the other side of the door. 

You looked at Leon who was frantically looking on the nightstand for his phone. 

"Fuck. Goddammit." You heard him curse under his breath as he harshly stood up, shuffling around the nightstand. 

When the fuck did he leave his gun out last night? He groaned to himself. Walking across the room with his handgun in one hand and his phone in the other. Which you clearly didn't miss. 

"Leon, why do you have a gun right now?" You asked, anxiously holding the covers up to your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. 

"Government issue. Forgot to put it in my safe last night." He answered over his shoulder as he went into his walk-in closet, he came out a minute later. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I completely forgot she had to get up early today. Let me get her in the shower then I'll be back, okay?" 

You pursed your lips softly, a bit disappointed you wouldn't be able to spend the morning with him. But it was understandable, his daughter was first, and it certainly wasn't time to introduce, well whatever the two of you were. He leaned down to capture your lips into an apologetic kiss. 

"'S okay. Go, take care of Izzy, I'll be here." 

He shot you a smile and nodded. He found his pants from the night prior and slipped on a random sweatshirt he found sitting on his dresser. He shot you a wink before he slipped out the door, closing it behind him. 

"Daddy." 

Leon was met with a very grumpy and frowny little girl as soon as he closed his bedroom door. His eyes widened at the sight of her with her arms crossed. 

"Yes, bee?" Play dumb. Why not? 

"Why was your door locked?" She repeated her question from earlier, sapphire eyes intensely staring him down. Like he was a suspect that needed intimidation and she was the agent doing the intimidating.

"'Cause I'm an adult and I can lock my door. What did I tell you about minding your business?" He gave her a look, but he wasn't being serious, not really. Her face didn't otherwise change, though. 

"I'm going to be late, daddy." 

"No, you're not. Isn't your ballet lesson at 9:00 a.m? It's 7:00 a.m." Leon rolled his eyes at his little girl and picked her up. She, of course, didn't protest at all. 

"Well, yeah, but I want breakfast." She rebutted. Leon couldn't help but chuckle at her. 

He took her to her bedroom, setting her on her bed before he walked to her closet. 

"Yeah, well, you're taking a shower first, bee, you stink." He snorted when she very loudly disagreed, that she did not, in fact, stink. 

"I do not! You do!" 

"I showered last night. I can't stink. Your nose doesn't work." He kept annoying her until he found her ballet clothes. He walked back to her bed, handing her the folded clothes. "Go on, go shower. Just don't get your hair wet, remember I have to put it up, okay?" 

"Okay daddy." Izzy happily took her clothes and skipped out of her bedroom, but not before popping her head back in to say, "Can I have waffles for breakfast please? With lots of syrup and bacon?" 

Leon looked at Izzy with soft eyes, his heart warming ever so slightly at his little girl, and he nodded. 

"Of course, Izzy. Whatever you want." He waved her away and she happily skipped, going on about her daddy being the best daddy in the world. He couldn't help but laugh to himself and at the wonderful daughter life decided to give him. 

When Leon returned to his bedroom he watched you hurry back to his bed like a child that just got caught doing something you weren't supposed to. He raised an amused eyebrow at you when you slightly bounced on his bed, eyes big as you tried to hide the smile on your lips. 

"You're so nosy." He chuckled, rolling his eyes at you. 

"What? I wasn't doing anything.." You bit your lip softly, holding back a giggle. "Just that your little girl has you wrapped around her finger."

If he had rolled his eyes any harder, they would have gotten stuck there. But the tiny curve on his lips told you he was more than happy about it. He shrugged as he stood in front of you, leaning down to your eye level. 

"She's not the only one." He grinned softly at the confused look you gave him. "I know it's soon but I can't stop thinking about you. You're sweet, absolutely gorgeous and you're kind to my little girl. So, maybe you'd like to try something with me?" 

"If you wanted to ask me on another date you could just say so, you know my answer." There was a playful smile on your lips as he leaned down to kiss you. 

"After I drop Izzy off at ballet? We could grab brunch, and, I don't know, let's do something you like. How does that sound, Miss?" 

Christ, you felt so stupid, so naive, like this could go all kinds of wrong but, what's the worst that could happen? 

“Sounds like a start, Mr. Kennedy.”

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