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hello!
i'm M, or you could call me Misty (literally just came up with that lol), and i am a new fanfic writer who decided to type out her daydreams and post them on the internet in hopes other folks will enjoy them too yay
right now, i write exclusively about leon kennedy as he's my current hyperfixation, but who knows what i'll be writing in the future or if i'll still be writing at all? adhd brain go brrrrr
shoutout to my lovely loml bestie @sammimi19 for being my proofreader and n°1 supporter who motivates me to keep writing, ilysm mwah
oh and i also have an ao3 where i crosspost and a tiktok for leon edits, and i've been dabbling in nsfw audios with real (đ) leon noises that you can find in my masterlist
ps: if you're a minor and you interact with my content (i flag it mature as an added precaution) you will be blocked.
guys this one is fucking wild so buckle UP! also i am so so SO excited to share the artwork i commissioned (by monychou) for this chapter, but to avoid spoilers i will post it at the end rather than the start đ«¶
CW tags WILL contain spoilers (try not to read them if you're generally okay with dead dovey nsfw stuff so you avoid getting spoiled!)
As she stands there, her heart thundering in her chest, the young woman keeps blinking like sheâs hoping heâs a hallucination and not the very real nightmare she thought she left behind. She has no idea how or why he came here, but she does not plan on sticking around to find out. The man is a lot more unstable than she had hoped if heâs breaking into homes now.Â
Her eyes dart to the door behind him, calculating how she can manage to dash past him unscathed, but it would be impossible. Heâs too fast and she is far too weak with her still recovering ankle. She knows it. He knows it. And as if reading her mind, he takes a single step to the side that blocks her path furtherâno mercy.
âI just want to talk,â he mutters quietly, his gaze so intense she can feel it piercing her soul.
âLook,â she starts, her voice shaky as she tries to maintain her calm. âI-I wonât call anyone, but you need to leaveâŠâ
He shakes his head slowly in response, the expression on his face akin to apologetic. It reminds her of the one he gave when he whipped her. Like heâs sorry for acting out of bounds, but he canât help himself.
âLeon,â she calls out in an attempt to sound firm. Though, with the trembling of her limbs and the watering of her eyes, sheâs not sure she succeeds. âYou need to go. Please.â
For a second, his eyes widen at the sound of his name and her soft plea. It sends a shiver down his spine that he barely hides, raising his hands slowly to demonstrate surrender. He just needs to make her understand his honest intentions.Â
âIâm not here to hurt you, Nora, I just want to talkââ
âNo,â she interjects, shaking her head fervently. âIâm not talking to you. I want you to leave. Right now, Leon. Leave!â
The agent closes his eyes, his jaw tight when he whispers, âI canâtâŠâ
It lands like a gut punch. First, more fear settles inside the woman, but then it interlaces with deep seated anger. Her hands ball into fists, her teary gaze fiery.Â
âWhat the hell do you mean, you canât? The door is right there! Go!â
âI can't,â he snaps, his eyes suddenly opening wide. âI tried to leave this all behind, I really did... But I canât!â
Nora takes a step back, her nerves jolting when his voice cracks. Maybe if she moves slow enough, she can reach the landline on the console behind her. Luisâs number is on speed dial, she just needs to press and hold the number two, it should take no more than a couple of seconds.
âI just keep thinkingâŠâ he continues, seemingly unaware of the distance she is trying to build. âI keep thinking about you⊠and your smile⊠and your screams, and I can'tâ I need yââ he cuts himself off, suddenly realizing how unhinged he must be sounding. âI just need to talk to you.â
âWhy? What do you even have to say? That you're sorry? Sorryâs not gonna cut it!â She keeps arguing as she retreats, hoping to keep him busy.
âNoâ Yesâ I mean I am sorry but it's not just that!â His tone becomes desperate, a jerky hand running through his hair. âI want to help you. I want to fix things, I want toâ Call him and Iâll break his fucking neck.â
For a moment his words don't register. They're spoken with such calm assurance, she would think she heard him wrong if not for the lurching of her chest at the horrifying threat. Heâs been aware of her plan the whole time, and heâs so confident she won't make it he didn't even step closer.Â
Leon sees the utter horror in her eyes and curses himself for not being careful with his words. They came out from near instinct.
âShit⊠Look, I didn't meanââ Except he did mean it, so he bites his tongue, because he would rather be quiet than lie to the one person that saw him from his ugly insides.
Nora can't hear him anymore, the sounds coming out of his mouth sounding like a muffled mess. She can't reach the phone. She can't call Luis. Not only because heâll stop her before she can, but also because now she fears for her friendâs precious life. Sheâs alone with a psychopath with no one to call, and nowhere to go. All she can do is retreat on stumbling feet, until she looks behind her⊠The Spaniardâs bedroom.
Without further thinking, she leaps the three steps separating her from the door. It feels like a slow motion scene from a horror film as she darts inside, with the agent already moving to catch up without missing a beat.
âNora, waitââ Leonâs voice is interrupted by the loud slam of the door that reverberates through the walls, his hand reaching the handle at the same time as a click resounds indicating she turned the lock. âFuck!â he hisses.
His hands begin to tremble as he tries to maintain his composure with all his might. Fucking hell, why did she have to lock the door? He tries to open it just to be certain, his nose flaring when it rattles in place but does not yield. Then his fist hovers, about to pound on the wood, when he decides to try pleading first.
âNora, open the door, pleaseâŠâ he murmurs softly, his forehead resting on the hard surface dividing them.
Silence. Her lack of response only serves to make him grow more desperate. He closes his eyes and presses his palms to the lumber like he's performing a prayer, his broad shoulders slumping in despair.Â
âPlease⊠I swearâI swear on everything holyâI won't hurt you again,â he sounds out the promise with a broken gasp. âI-I don't even know why I did it, I regret it every single second⊠Just let me make things right, please... Just open the door.â
Inside, the brunette is panicking as she looks around for anything to help keep the deranged man at bay, but there is nothing of use. Especially not with their disparity in strength. Her gaze then darts to the window, and with a nauseous feeling settling in her gut, she reaches for the glass screen.Â
Leon hears rustling on the other side, his hope rising as he believes she will finally let him in. But then he hears the hiss of metal sliding, and he realizes she's opening the window. Any modicum of calm leaves him that very instant.
âNora⊠Nora!â he shouts, his hand slamming the wood in a loud bang. âWhat are you doing?!â
She flinches from the booming noise, her hands shaking as she reaches for the crank hanging off the wall. Jumping off the second floor could be lethal, or at the very least break her bones, which is a risk she's not sure she's willing to take. But perhaps she can sit on the sill and call out for help, maybe even threaten to jump if he cares enough about her lifeâanything to protect herself from the man she used to daydream about.
The sound of roller shutters lifting in loud, creaking noises jolts the agent into sheer panic on the other side of the door, and there is no waiting heâs willing to do anymore.Â
âGoddamnit!âÂ
He doesn't stall for another second before heâs throwing his whole body at full throttle against the wooden frame, his shoulder hitting the door so loud heâs certain the neighbors have heard it. He does it again, and again, not caring for the pain radiating through his side. If anything, he goes harder with each grating creak of the shuttersâ crank mechanism turning. She can't possibly be thinking about escaping from a second story window?!
Every cracking rattle of the door makes Noraâs movements jerkier in fear, the fracturing noise thrusting terror into her very core. Sheâs starting to think that perhaps jumping is the wiser thing to do after all. He could do anything to her, and she doesn't want to think of all the possibilities of how he could her againâprobably worse this time.
When the door is splintered enough it's breaking off its hinges, Leon reels back, pure determination in his ice blues as he gives it a kick so powerful it sends the wooden frame crashing on the floor in an impossibly loud ruckus. He stands at the now open entrance, chest heaving, shoulder sore, with the look of a wild animal who has escaped its cage. He looks around, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the bright lighting of the golden hour coming through the wide open window, an orange glow blinding him momentarily before his vision clears and lands on the brunette.
She's frozen with wide eyes, in the middle of climbing out the opening with shaky limbs, a knee already on the sill and a foot on the floor in preparation to push her up. Only after a second passes that she begins to move again with renewed speed.Â
Not on his watch.
Leon doesn't think of a graceful way to do it. He just fists a hand in the back of her shirt fast enough he catches her long hair in his grip alongside it. Then, he yanks. Harshly enough her back thuds hard against his chest, his other arm encircling her shoulders protectively.
âWhat the fuck are you thinking?!â he yells before he can stop himself.
âLet me go!â Nora screams as she thrashes wildly, wincing in pain from the brutal tugging on her hair, but his hold is unyielding.Â
âIâm not letting you jump, are you crazy?!â
âI wasn't fucking jumping, I was calling for help!âÂ
When her retort still doesn't convince him to let go, she suddenly opens her mouth wide, just to clamp her teeth viciously on his bicep. She bites so hard, he makes a raspy, pained noise, like the ones she had grown used to hearing while commanding him behind a screen as he jerks in surprise. That finally seems to do the trick, and he loosens his embrace, prompting her to move away just as fast.
She spins to face him, her hair disheveled and her collar pulled down her shoulder haphazardly, looking like a feral cat out of a savage fight. When he sees her in that state, the wet tracks of her tears glistening on her face and her expression of terrified anger, he suddenly feels like the biggest piece of shit on earth.Â
So much for not scaring her.
Leon holds the reddened spot where she left her teeth marks, his expression pained, but out of heartache more than anything. He bows his head like the sight of her hurts, guilt and shame radiating off him visibly.
âIâm sorryâŠâ he whispers after a while, his voice barely audible.
She looks at him while seething, her entire body shaking in fear and wrath as adrenaline pumps through her veins in powerful waves. His apology feels like the biggest slap to the face after breaking into her only safe haven in a world where she has nothing else. It enrages her to no end, and suddenly the notion of calling out for help through the window is forgotten as itâs replaced by another, more powerful urge.
Her hand reels back out of instinct, before landing on his cheek in a smack so sharp it leaves her palm red and tingling. He staggers back on impact, his face swiveling to the side with a gasp. Then, he touches the burning handprint with a brush of his fingertips, in complete disbelief of what just happened.
Itâs only at that moment that Nora internally panics again. She just hit him. She just hit the man that belted her while she screamed in agony, and now she's about to instantly regret it when he undoubtedly returns the favor. She flinches before he even moves, her eyes blinking rapidly in preparation for the pain.
Except he doesn't move. He just looks at her, with his big blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, still looking regrettably beautiful even as he terrorizes her.
âDo it again,â he suddenly murmurs, his voice a soft plea.
Her breathing stutters in shock, having expected anything but that from him. She doesn't move a muscle, only stares with parted lips as he looks at her in complete desperation. It's like he needs her to hit him again, and it's becoming harder and harder to resist the tempting offer.
Fuck it. If he hurts her after, then at least she would have gotten some revenge.
Another sharp smack, this time to his other cheek, forcing his face to twist to the right. He shudders, the smallest pained sound leaving his lips before repeating. âAgain.â
This time, she doesn't hesitate to comply. She slaps him another time, and then another, and then another. Her palms hurt, his cheeks burn, and she slowly feels a thrill build inside her at seeing him in pain. She's starting to understand why he didn't stop for her either.
âI fucking trusted you,â she grunts, her voice broken from the tears that haven't stopped falling.
âI know,â he gasps out between two strikes, dazed.
She then pauses, her hands trembling at her sides, just to peer at his disoriented state. He looks dizzy, blinking hard as he regains his breath. If she didn't know better, she'd almost feel bad. But she does know better. She remembers. Every cruel word, every mean glare, and most importantly, every crack of leather that left her quivering.
âYouâ You ruined my life,â she hiccups a sob, clutching her disheveled hair that fell on her face. âYou destroyed me, Leon⊠You completely broke meâŠâ
He looks away, tears making his ice blues glossy as he can't bear to look at her. It feels like his insides are being shredded from guilt and aguishâhe has never known hurt like this before and it's making it nearly impossible to breathe.
âIâm s-so sorry.â The apology spills out of him like second nature.Â
That's when she fully snaps. Her knuckles crack against his jaw in a punch fueled by pure wrath, making it land strongly despite her clumsy, amateur strike. He loses balance and falls to his knee with a choked cough, but she doesn't spare him for a second. Another punch, and heâs on his side on the rug, groaning pitifully.Â
Nora stands over him, her eyes wild as she spits out, âyou don't have the right to fucking apologize!â
Leon pants, rotating to lay on his back with a heaving chest, his hair falling back to reveal a rare, uncovered look at his forehead that's constantly shadowed by his fringe. When he gazes up at her, he feels utterly ridiculous for the way his heart skips a beat. He had just started to digest the fact he's a sadist, now he's learning heâs a masochist too?Â
Or maybe it's just her. The way her dark locks stick out around her head in a mess, her red face filled with stern fury that feels like both damnation and salvation all at once. He knows he's trespassing the last remaining limits when he opens his mouth again, but he couldn't care less. Her punches feel holy.
âAgainâ d-donât stopââ
âFucking hell,â she scoffs in bitter mockery, and yet complies when she straddles him just to land another smack.
Punch. Slap. Slap. Punch.
He whimpers and groans. He can taste copper. But he still doesn't fight her, and it only serves to make her angrier. She hates that he doesn't try to stop her. That he's pretending to be some kind of noble martyr, welcoming the pounding pain without a single protest. She doesn't know heâs relishing in the feel of her weight on top of him.
When her hands grow sore, Nora pauses just to assess the damage on his handsome face, now all swollen. There are bruises on his brow bone, under his eye, on his nose, on his jawâall blooming into various shades of red that will undoubtedly turn blue and purple in the upcoming days. Tears, snot, and blood make his skin glisten in the orange glow of the Spanish sun, and the sight is nearly poetic if not gruesome.
âI cared for you,â she grits out through rageful tears. âEveryday, when Iâd have a shit time at work, orâ or argue with my mom, or get the cold shoulder from my boyfriend, I went to you⊠I spent countless hoursââ her voice breaks, emotion overwhelming every fiber in her. âYou weren't real⊠But I still fucking cared for you.â
Through his daze, Leonâs mind is a jumble of feelings as it works hard to register new information, filing them in a corner of his brain under her name in bold letters. She cared for him, she has a shit job, she argues with her mom, and she has a boyfriend⊠She has a fucking boyfâ
Her fingers suddenly wrap around his throat, short circuiting his thoughts as his hands instinctively move to grab her wrists. He has had to fight every bit of training over the past minutes not to defend himself like he was programmed to, and now with her hands around his neck, he forces himself to relax despite his instinctual panic.Â
âBeg me to stop,â she hisses between clenched teeth, tightening her grip.
He strains to speak, his voice already wrecked from crying. âI-I⊠N-NoraâŠâÂ
âBeg for your life, you fucking freak! I never even got the chance to beg while I was screaming in agony! But you didn't fucking stop, did you?! Do you get off on hurting women?! On being a devil?!â
Through her yelling and the blood rush to his ears, all he can think of is the fact he deserves worse. Sheâs right. Heâs a devil who enjoyed hurting her just like his father was one too, and no amount of regret or guilt is ever going to change the fact that he's rotten at the core. He should've never been born if it led him to land a belt on her skin, but he can find the silver lining if it brings him here, under her, receiving his due punishment.
âI said beg!â she screams in his face, and he knows it's what she wants even if he hopes she keeps going.Â
âPlease⊠Noraânghâplease stopâŠâ
Her shoulders shake, her chest rising and falling with every angry sob. âAgain!â
âPlease s-stop, pleaseâŠâ he chokes.
Her hold on his throat loosens slightly, her hips rolling when she tries to shift her weight to relieve her sore ankle, only to suddenly freeze when she senses it. She can feel itâright under the apex of her inner thighsâa hard bulge pressing on her through the thin fabric of her leggings.Â
For a moment, she's not sure what to do, and neither does he as he stares at her with wide, shame-filled eyes. But then his hands tentatively reach for her hips, and they lay there, barely resting, like a silent request for her not to get up.
She swallows hard, a flurry of emotions swirling inside her, until that anger she felt before mixes with a newfound sense of cockiness. She presses on his throat hard again, grinding her hips once more just to hear him choke under her.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â she spits out in vitriol. âThis whole time I thought you were some kind of saintâbut you're just sick⊠Beg again, or this time Iâm not stopping.â
The threat is like music to his ears.Â
âPlease⊠PleaseâŠâ
âPlease what?â She grinds down on his erection again just to further his humiliation.
âPlease stâ fuckââ
She chokes him harder, and his nails dig into her hipbones out of sheer survival no matter how much he tries to stop himself. The sting doesn't deter her, though.Â
She releases a hand just to slap his cheek, before going back to strangling him. âYouâre not begging, Leon!â
For a moment, he catches a glint of panic in her eyes under the fury, like she really does want him to comply so she can have a reason to stop. The more he stalls, the tighter she chokes, the closer he comes to losing his life.Â
He repeats the plea hoarsely just to give her what she wants, wanting nothing more than to satisfy her, even at the detriment of his own wishes. Because if it was up to him, heâd gladly die right here so he never has to live with himself anymore.Â
Dying at the hands of his victim, so he can bring them both solace. Dying under the weight of the beautiful girl crushing his airways, so her rageful eyes can be the last thing he sees before the awaited embrace of death.
Fuck, if the thought doesn't make him leak.
Without realizing, he bucks up into her through his blurry vision, and she makes a noise akin to a moan in her surprise. That's when his brain fully stops functioning and he whines in a raspy tone. âPlease⊠d-donât stop.â
Nora stills on top of him, loosening her grasp just enough for him to inhale a deep breath, his lungs seeking precious oxygen.Â
âWhat did you just say?â
Leon has never felt mortification like this before. His face is bruised and bloodied, his throat burns, and yet heâs sporting a leaking erection under his jeans and heâs asking for more.
âPlease don't stop,â he whimpers, his bottom lip wobbling like a crying baby. âJust⊠Just do it, Nora. I wonât stop you.â
She looks down at him with a cold expression, her face glacial as she leans down close enough to whisper, her breath fanning across his lips.Â
âThen beg me to kill you.â
He moans before he can stop himself, his hips lifting enough to jostle her body. âFuck⊠Nghâ Yes, please⊠Kill me. Just k-kill me, please.â
He expects the painful pressure on his airways, but what he doesn't expect is the now shameless grinding on his confined cock. He doesn't know what in the actual hell is going on, but he doesn't have the mental capacity to think about it as he meets her movements with his own.
âYouâre sick. Youâre so fucking sickâŠâ she murmurs before letting out a whine, and he feels like he might actually burst.
Pathetic gurgling leaves his lips as his nails dig deeper into her hips, making her hiss as she humps her wet pussy on his erection. Wet, because he can hear the faintest squelsh of her soaking cunt with every move. She's so fucking hot in her skintight leggings, if he wasn't crying already, he would out of sheer want. Another few ruts and heâll cum, heâs certain, but his vision is starting to spot as the strangling worsens. She's giving him what he wantsâshe's killing himâbut now it's making him too weak and lightheaded to climax, no matter how close he is to the edge.Â
âIâll never fucking forgive you,â she grunts venomously between moans.Â
She then gives a final, jerky press on his neck, before throwing her head back with frantic motions of her pelvis that have her whining the most obscene noises through parted lips.
Sheâs cumming. Right on top of him. All while his consciousness fades in and out from asphyxiation, and his cock twitches in his pants. He watches with bulging, bloodshot eyes the sinfully beautiful image on top of him like he's witnessing a miracle. The sun creates a halo around her while she writhes, her tits bouncing, her thighs rippling, her shirt riding up to reveal her soft stomach that he wishes he could kiss and bite. It's infernal. Itâs heavenly. Itâs everything, and he's not sure anymore if it's even real.
With his face blue and a blood vessel popping in his eye, Leon is certain this is his most favorite nightmare. Because he simply can't believe this is his reality, and that the girl he beat a week ago is climaxing on his dick while he suffocates to death.
Finally, with a shuddering breath, Nora releases him once her moans subside, her thighs trembling from the force of what she knows is the strongest orgasm sheâs ever had. Her hands shake as she retreats them, peering down at the blonde in a mix of satisfaction and horror when her mind clears from the fog of arousal.
He takes loud gasps, his thorax rising and falling in ragged movements as his lungs fill with much needed air. He blinks, confused and disoriented while color returns to his cheeks, very much aware of what just happened despite his daze. Suddenly, he feels ashamed about touching her once his thoughts begin to clear, like she's too holy for his filthy paws. So, he slides his hands from her sides to let them thump on either side of his head.
She takes that as a cue to stand, her sore ankle pulsing from the effort, and she bites her lip to muffle a sound when she notices the wet patch she left on his crotch. She's not even sure what the fuck just happened, but she refuses to demonstrate any shame or regret. If anyone should feel embarrassed, it's him.
Leon coughs as he attempts to sit up, wincing in pain with each forceful gust of air. His windpipe is absolutely destroyed, his faceâand cockâthrobbing. One from injury, and the other from unfathomable want.
When he wipes the blood on his mouth just to look up at her, he's tempted to start begging again for her touch. She looks every bit breathtaking with her stern expression, her appearance akin to something post-coital. Especially the slickness that makes her black pants cling to her cuntâif he looks closer, he can see its tempting outline.
âJust fucking leave,â she mutters with crossed arms, bringing his perverted thoughts to a screeching halt.
He nods wordlessly, blinking away any more outrageous images from his mind. When he stands on wobbly legs, he can feel his jeans straining on his slowly softening hard-on, and he hopes itâll go away soon so he can maintain some form of dignity.
Heâs about to leave in the weirdest walk of shame heâs ever had to do, when he pauses to reach into his pocket. He pulls out a crinkled piece of paper containing a scribbled number, looking down at it in a brief moment of contemplation.
âIf you ever want to talkâŠâ he murmurs awkwardly, placing the contact information on the bed with a shaky hand, unable to meet her eyes.
From her spot, Nora keeps her arms crossed and her expression unmovable. Inside, her heart is pounding with adrenaline as a mix of emotions swell inside her, with awkwardness at the forefront of them all. But she won't deal with any of it right now as she tries to keep an unfeeling façade. Even as she takes in the mess that has become of the room due to the broken door laying splintered on the floor.
Leon debates whether to lift the wooden frame to rest it on the wall out of courtesy, but then feels completely ridiculous when heâs the one who destroyed it in the first place. He shakes his head lightly, his disheveled hair falling back on his forehead, then readjusts his t-shirt with jerky movements to leave. But then, his legs come to an abrupt halt at the sight of the stubbled man in his way.
âÂżQue carajo se va?â* Luis gasps from the broken doorway.
* âWhat the fuck is going on?â
commissioned artwork by monychou
guys... FUCKING LOOK AT THEM!!! i'm screaming rn UGH i'm seriously speechless đso with this one and the upcoming commissions you will notice a trend, and that is the fact i edit in bruises into the artwork (with artists' approval) because leon just so happens to look beat up all the damn time either from work or from nora đ i hope you guys enjoyed this crazy ride of a chapter!
guys this one is fucking wild so buckle UP! also i am so so SO excited to share the artwork i commissioned (by monychou) for this chapter, but to avoid spoilers i will post it at the end rather than the start đ«¶
CW tags WILL contain spoilers (try not to read them if you're generally okay with dead dovey nsfw stuff so you avoid getting spoiled!)
As she stands there, her heart thundering in her chest, the young woman keeps blinking like sheâs hoping heâs a hallucination and not the very real nightmare she thought she left behind. She has no idea how or why he came here, but she does not plan on sticking around to find out. The man is a lot more unstable than she had hoped if heâs breaking into homes now.Â
Her eyes dart to the door behind him, calculating how she can manage to dash past him unscathed, but it would be impossible. Heâs too fast and she is far too weak with her still recovering ankle. She knows it. He knows it. And as if reading her mind, he takes a single step to the side that blocks her path furtherâno mercy.
âI just want to talk,â he mutters quietly, his gaze so intense she can feel it piercing her soul.
âLook,â she starts, her voice shaky as she tries to maintain her calm. âI-I wonât call anyone, but you need to leaveâŠâ
He shakes his head slowly in response, the expression on his face akin to apologetic. It reminds her of the one he gave when he whipped her. Like heâs sorry for acting out of bounds, but he canât help himself.
âLeon,â she calls out in an attempt to sound firm. Though, with the trembling of her limbs and the watering of her eyes, sheâs not sure she succeeds. âYou need to go. Please.â
For a second, his eyes widen at the sound of his name and her soft plea. It sends a shiver down his spine that he barely hides, raising his hands slowly to demonstrate surrender. He just needs to make her understand his honest intentions.Â
âIâm not here to hurt you, Nora, I just want to talkââ
âNo,â she interjects, shaking her head fervently. âIâm not talking to you. I want you to leave. Right now, Leon. Leave!â
The agent closes his eyes, his jaw tight when he whispers, âI canâtâŠâ
It lands like a gut punch. First, more fear settles inside the woman, but then it interlaces with deep seated anger. Her hands ball into fists, her teary gaze fiery.Â
âWhat the hell do you mean, you canât? The door is right there! Go!â
âI can't,â he snaps, his eyes suddenly opening wide. âI tried to leave this all behind, I really did... But I canât!â
Nora takes a step back, her nerves jolting when his voice cracks. Maybe if she moves slow enough, she can reach the landline on the console behind her. Luisâs number is on speed dial, she just needs to press and hold the number two, it should take no more than a couple of seconds.
âI just keep thinkingâŠâ he continues, seemingly unaware of the distance she is trying to build. âI keep thinking about you⊠and your smile⊠and your screams, and I can'tâ I need yââ he cuts himself off, suddenly realizing how unhinged he must be sounding. âI just need to talk to you.â
âWhy? What do you even have to say? That you're sorry? Sorryâs not gonna cut it!â She keeps arguing as she retreats, hoping to keep him busy.
âNoâ Yesâ I mean I am sorry but it's not just that!â His tone becomes desperate, a jerky hand running through his hair. âI want to help you. I want to fix things, I want toâ Call him and Iâll break his fucking neck.â
For a moment his words don't register. They're spoken with such calm assurance, she would think she heard him wrong if not for the lurching of her chest at the horrifying threat. Heâs been aware of her plan the whole time, and heâs so confident she won't make it he didn't even step closer.Â
Leon sees the utter horror in her eyes and curses himself for not being careful with his words. They came out from near instinct.
âShit⊠Look, I didn't meanââ Except he did mean it, so he bites his tongue, because he would rather be quiet than lie to the one person that saw him from his ugly insides.
Nora can't hear him anymore, the sounds coming out of his mouth sounding like a muffled mess. She can't reach the phone. She can't call Luis. Not only because heâll stop her before she can, but also because now she fears for her friendâs precious life. Sheâs alone with a psychopath with no one to call, and nowhere to go. All she can do is retreat on stumbling feet, until she looks behind her⊠The Spaniardâs bedroom.
Without further thinking, she leaps the three steps separating her from the door. It feels like a slow motion scene from a horror film as she darts inside, with the agent already moving to catch up without missing a beat.
âNora, waitââ Leonâs voice is interrupted by the loud slam of the door that reverberates through the walls, his hand reaching the handle at the same time as a click resounds indicating she turned the lock. âFuck!â he hisses.
His hands begin to tremble as he tries to maintain his composure with all his might. Fucking hell, why did she have to lock the door? He tries to open it just to be certain, his nose flaring when it rattles in place but does not yield. Then his fist hovers, about to pound on the wood, when he decides to try pleading first.
âNora, open the door, pleaseâŠâ he murmurs softly, his forehead resting on the hard surface dividing them.
Silence. Her lack of response only serves to make him grow more desperate. He closes his eyes and presses his palms to the lumber like he's performing a prayer, his broad shoulders slumping in despair.Â
âPlease⊠I swearâI swear on everything holyâI won't hurt you again,â he sounds out the promise with a broken gasp. âI-I don't even know why I did it, I regret it every single second⊠Just let me make things right, please... Just open the door.â
Inside, the brunette is panicking as she looks around for anything to help keep the deranged man at bay, but there is nothing of use. Especially not with their disparity in strength. Her gaze then darts to the window, and with a nauseous feeling settling in her gut, she reaches for the glass screen.Â
Leon hears rustling on the other side, his hope rising as he believes she will finally let him in. But then he hears the hiss of metal sliding, and he realizes she's opening the window. Any modicum of calm leaves him that very instant.
âNora⊠Nora!â he shouts, his hand slamming the wood in a loud bang. âWhat are you doing?!â
She flinches from the booming noise, her hands shaking as she reaches for the crank hanging off the wall. Jumping off the second floor could be lethal, or at the very least break her bones, which is a risk she's not sure she's willing to take. But perhaps she can sit on the sill and call out for help, maybe even threaten to jump if he cares enough about her lifeâanything to protect herself from the man she used to daydream about.
The sound of roller shutters lifting in loud, creaking noises jolts the agent into sheer panic on the other side of the door, and there is no waiting heâs willing to do anymore.Â
âGoddamnit!âÂ
He doesn't stall for another second before heâs throwing his whole body at full throttle against the wooden frame, his shoulder hitting the door so loud heâs certain the neighbors have heard it. He does it again, and again, not caring for the pain radiating through his side. If anything, he goes harder with each grating creak of the shuttersâ crank mechanism turning. She can't possibly be thinking about escaping from a second story window?!
Every cracking rattle of the door makes Noraâs movements jerkier in fear, the fracturing noise thrusting terror into her very core. Sheâs starting to think that perhaps jumping is the wiser thing to do after all. He could do anything to her, and she doesn't want to think of all the possibilities of how he could her againâprobably worse this time.
When the door is splintered enough it's breaking off its hinges, Leon reels back, pure determination in his ice blues as he gives it a kick so powerful it sends the wooden frame crashing on the floor in an impossibly loud ruckus. He stands at the now open entrance, chest heaving, shoulder sore, with the look of a wild animal who has escaped its cage. He looks around, his eyes taking a moment to adjust to the bright lighting of the golden hour coming through the wide open window, an orange glow blinding him momentarily before his vision clears and lands on the brunette.
She's frozen with wide eyes, in the middle of climbing out the opening with shaky limbs, a knee already on the sill and a foot on the floor in preparation to push her up. Only after a second passes that she begins to move again with renewed speed.Â
Not on his watch.
Leon doesn't think of a graceful way to do it. He just fists a hand in the back of her shirt fast enough he catches her long hair in his grip alongside it. Then, he yanks. Harshly enough her back thuds hard against his chest, his other arm encircling her shoulders protectively.
âWhat the fuck are you thinking?!â he yells before he can stop himself.
âLet me go!â Nora screams as she thrashes wildly, wincing in pain from the brutal tugging on her hair, but his hold is unyielding.Â
âIâm not letting you jump, are you crazy?!â
âI wasn't fucking jumping, I was calling for help!âÂ
When her retort still doesn't convince him to let go, she suddenly opens her mouth wide, just to clamp her teeth viciously on his bicep. She bites so hard, he makes a raspy, pained noise, like the ones she had grown used to hearing while commanding him behind a screen as he jerks in surprise. That finally seems to do the trick, and he loosens his embrace, prompting her to move away just as fast.
She spins to face him, her hair disheveled and her collar pulled down her shoulder haphazardly, looking like a feral cat out of a savage fight. When he sees her in that state, the wet tracks of her tears glistening on her face and her expression of terrified anger, he suddenly feels like the biggest piece of shit on earth.Â
So much for not scaring her.
Leon holds the reddened spot where she left her teeth marks, his expression pained, but out of heartache more than anything. He bows his head like the sight of her hurts, guilt and shame radiating off him visibly.
âIâm sorryâŠâ he whispers after a while, his voice barely audible.
She looks at him while seething, her entire body shaking in fear and wrath as adrenaline pumps through her veins in powerful waves. His apology feels like the biggest slap to the face after breaking into her only safe haven in a world where she has nothing else. It enrages her to no end, and suddenly the notion of calling out for help through the window is forgotten as itâs replaced by another, more powerful urge.
Her hand reels back out of instinct, before landing on his cheek in a smack so sharp it leaves her palm red and tingling. He staggers back on impact, his face swiveling to the side with a gasp. Then, he touches the burning handprint with a brush of his fingertips, in complete disbelief of what just happened.
Itâs only at that moment that Nora internally panics again. She just hit him. She just hit the man that belted her while she screamed in agony, and now she's about to instantly regret it when he undoubtedly returns the favor. She flinches before he even moves, her eyes blinking rapidly in preparation for the pain.
Except he doesn't move. He just looks at her, with his big blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, still looking regrettably beautiful even as he terrorizes her.
âDo it again,â he suddenly murmurs, his voice a soft plea.
Her breathing stutters in shock, having expected anything but that from him. She doesn't move a muscle, only stares with parted lips as he looks at her in complete desperation. It's like he needs her to hit him again, and it's becoming harder and harder to resist the tempting offer.
Fuck it. If he hurts her after, then at least she would have gotten some revenge.
Another sharp smack, this time to his other cheek, forcing his face to twist to the right. He shudders, the smallest pained sound leaving his lips before repeating. âAgain.â
This time, she doesn't hesitate to comply. She slaps him another time, and then another, and then another. Her palms hurt, his cheeks burn, and she slowly feels a thrill build inside her at seeing him in pain. She's starting to understand why he didn't stop for her either.
âI fucking trusted you,â she grunts, her voice broken from the tears that haven't stopped falling.
âI know,â he gasps out between two strikes, dazed.
She then pauses, her hands trembling at her sides, just to peer at his disoriented state. He looks dizzy, blinking hard as he regains his breath. If she didn't know better, she'd almost feel bad. But she does know better. She remembers. Every cruel word, every mean glare, and most importantly, every crack of leather that left her quivering.
âYouâ You ruined my life,â she hiccups a sob, clutching her disheveled hair that fell on her face. âYou destroyed me, Leon⊠You completely broke meâŠâ
He looks away, tears making his ice blues glossy as he can't bear to look at her. It feels like his insides are being shredded from guilt and aguishâhe has never known hurt like this before and it's making it nearly impossible to breathe.
âIâm s-so sorry.â The apology spills out of him like second nature.Â
That's when she fully snaps. Her knuckles crack against his jaw in a punch fueled by pure wrath, making it land strongly despite her clumsy, amateur strike. He loses balance and falls to his knee with a choked cough, but she doesn't spare him for a second. Another punch, and heâs on his side on the rug, groaning pitifully.Â
Nora stands over him, her eyes wild as she spits out, âyou don't have the right to fucking apologize!â
Leon pants, rotating to lay on his back with a heaving chest, his hair falling back to reveal a rare, uncovered look at his forehead that's constantly shadowed by his fringe. When he gazes up at her, he feels utterly ridiculous for the way his heart skips a beat. He had just started to digest the fact he's a sadist, now he's learning heâs a masochist too?Â
Or maybe it's just her. The way her dark locks stick out around her head in a mess, her red face filled with stern fury that feels like both damnation and salvation all at once. He knows he's trespassing the last remaining limits when he opens his mouth again, but he couldn't care less. Her punches feel holy.
âAgainâ d-donât stopââ
âFucking hell,â she scoffs in bitter mockery, and yet complies when she straddles him just to land another smack.
Punch. Slap. Slap. Punch.
He whimpers and groans. He can taste copper. But he still doesn't fight her, and it only serves to make her angrier. She hates that he doesn't try to stop her. That he's pretending to be some kind of noble martyr, welcoming the pounding pain without a single protest. She doesn't know heâs relishing in the feel of her weight on top of him.
When her hands grow sore, Nora pauses just to assess the damage on his handsome face, now all swollen. There are bruises on his brow bone, under his eye, on his nose, on his jawâall blooming into various shades of red that will undoubtedly turn blue and purple in the upcoming days. Tears, snot, and blood make his skin glisten in the orange glow of the Spanish sun, and the sight is nearly poetic if not gruesome.
âI cared for you,â she grits out through rageful tears. âEveryday, when Iâd have a shit time at work, orâ or argue with my mom, or get the cold shoulder from my boyfriend, I went to you⊠I spent countless hoursââ her voice breaks, emotion overwhelming every fiber in her. âYou weren't real⊠But I still fucking cared for you.â
Through his daze, Leonâs mind is a jumble of feelings as it works hard to register new information, filing them in a corner of his brain under her name in bold letters. She cared for him, she has a shit job, she argues with her mom, and she has a boyfriend⊠She has a fucking boyfâ
Her fingers suddenly wrap around his throat, short circuiting his thoughts as his hands instinctively move to grab her wrists. He has had to fight every bit of training over the past minutes not to defend himself like he was programmed to, and now with her hands around his neck, he forces himself to relax despite his instinctual panic.Â
âBeg me to stop,â she hisses between clenched teeth, tightening her grip.
He strains to speak, his voice already wrecked from crying. âI-I⊠N-NoraâŠâÂ
âBeg for your life, you fucking freak! I never even got the chance to beg while I was screaming in agony! But you didn't fucking stop, did you?! Do you get off on hurting women?! On being a devil?!â
Through her yelling and the blood rush to his ears, all he can think of is the fact he deserves worse. Sheâs right. Heâs a devil who enjoyed hurting her just like his father was one too, and no amount of regret or guilt is ever going to change the fact that he's rotten at the core. He should've never been born if it led him to land a belt on her skin, but he can find the silver lining if it brings him here, under her, receiving his due punishment.
âI said beg!â she screams in his face, and he knows it's what she wants even if he hopes she keeps going.Â
âPlease⊠Noraânghâplease stopâŠâ
Her shoulders shake, her chest rising and falling with every angry sob. âAgain!â
âPlease s-stop, pleaseâŠâ he chokes.
Her hold on his throat loosens slightly, her hips rolling when she tries to shift her weight to relieve her sore ankle, only to suddenly freeze when she senses it. She can feel itâright under the apex of her inner thighsâa hard bulge pressing on her through the thin fabric of her leggings.Â
For a moment, she's not sure what to do, and neither does he as he stares at her with wide, shame-filled eyes. But then his hands tentatively reach for her hips, and they lay there, barely resting, like a silent request for her not to get up.
She swallows hard, a flurry of emotions swirling inside her, until that anger she felt before mixes with a newfound sense of cockiness. She presses on his throat hard again, grinding her hips once more just to hear him choke under her.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â she spits out in vitriol. âThis whole time I thought you were some kind of saintâbut you're just sick⊠Beg again, or this time Iâm not stopping.â
The threat is like music to his ears.Â
âPlease⊠PleaseâŠâ
âPlease what?â She grinds down on his erection again just to further his humiliation.
âPlease stâ fuckââ
She chokes him harder, and his nails dig into her hipbones out of sheer survival no matter how much he tries to stop himself. The sting doesn't deter her, though.Â
She releases a hand just to slap his cheek, before going back to strangling him. âYouâre not begging, Leon!â
For a moment, he catches a glint of panic in her eyes under the fury, like she really does want him to comply so she can have a reason to stop. The more he stalls, the tighter she chokes, the closer he comes to losing his life.Â
He repeats the plea hoarsely just to give her what she wants, wanting nothing more than to satisfy her, even at the detriment of his own wishes. Because if it was up to him, heâd gladly die right here so he never has to live with himself anymore.Â
Dying at the hands of his victim, so he can bring them both solace. Dying under the weight of the beautiful girl crushing his airways, so her rageful eyes can be the last thing he sees before the awaited embrace of death.
Fuck, if the thought doesn't make him leak.
Without realizing, he bucks up into her through his blurry vision, and she makes a noise akin to a moan in her surprise. That's when his brain fully stops functioning and he whines in a raspy tone. âPlease⊠d-donât stop.â
Nora stills on top of him, loosening her grasp just enough for him to inhale a deep breath, his lungs seeking precious oxygen.Â
âWhat did you just say?â
Leon has never felt mortification like this before. His face is bruised and bloodied, his throat burns, and yet heâs sporting a leaking erection under his jeans and heâs asking for more.
âPlease don't stop,â he whimpers, his bottom lip wobbling like a crying baby. âJust⊠Just do it, Nora. I wonât stop you.â
She looks down at him with a cold expression, her face glacial as she leans down close enough to whisper, her breath fanning across his lips.Â
âThen beg me to kill you.â
He moans before he can stop himself, his hips lifting enough to jostle her body. âFuck⊠Nghâ Yes, please⊠Kill me. Just k-kill me, please.â
He expects the painful pressure on his airways, but what he doesn't expect is the now shameless grinding on his confined cock. He doesn't know what in the actual hell is going on, but he doesn't have the mental capacity to think about it as he meets her movements with his own.
âYouâre sick. Youâre so fucking sickâŠâ she murmurs before letting out a whine, and he feels like he might actually burst.
Pathetic gurgling leaves his lips as his nails dig deeper into her hips, making her hiss as she humps her wet pussy on his erection. Wet, because he can hear the faintest squelsh of her soaking cunt with every move. She's so fucking hot in her skintight leggings, if he wasn't crying already, he would out of sheer want. Another few ruts and heâll cum, heâs certain, but his vision is starting to spot as the strangling worsens. She's giving him what he wantsâshe's killing himâbut now it's making him too weak and lightheaded to climax, no matter how close he is to the edge.Â
âIâll never fucking forgive you,â she grunts venomously between moans.Â
She then gives a final, jerky press on his neck, before throwing her head back with frantic motions of her pelvis that have her whining the most obscene noises through parted lips.
Sheâs cumming. Right on top of him. All while his consciousness fades in and out from asphyxiation, and his cock twitches in his pants. He watches with bulging, bloodshot eyes the sinfully beautiful image on top of him like he's witnessing a miracle. The sun creates a halo around her while she writhes, her tits bouncing, her thighs rippling, her shirt riding up to reveal her soft stomach that he wishes he could kiss and bite. It's infernal. Itâs heavenly. Itâs everything, and he's not sure anymore if it's even real.
With his face blue and a blood vessel popping in his eye, Leon is certain this is his most favorite nightmare. Because he simply can't believe this is his reality, and that the girl he beat a week ago is climaxing on his dick while he suffocates to death.
Finally, with a shuddering breath, Nora releases him once her moans subside, her thighs trembling from the force of what she knows is the strongest orgasm sheâs ever had. Her hands shake as she retreats them, peering down at the blonde in a mix of satisfaction and horror when her mind clears from the fog of arousal.
He takes loud gasps, his thorax rising and falling in ragged movements as his lungs fill with much needed air. He blinks, confused and disoriented while color returns to his cheeks, very much aware of what just happened despite his daze. Suddenly, he feels ashamed about touching her once his thoughts begin to clear, like she's too holy for his filthy paws. So, he slides his hands from her sides to let them thump on either side of his head.
She takes that as a cue to stand, her sore ankle pulsing from the effort, and she bites her lip to muffle a sound when she notices the wet patch she left on his crotch. She's not even sure what the fuck just happened, but she refuses to demonstrate any shame or regret. If anyone should feel embarrassed, it's him.
Leon coughs as he attempts to sit up, wincing in pain with each forceful gust of air. His windpipe is absolutely destroyed, his faceâand cockâthrobbing. One from injury, and the other from unfathomable want.
When he wipes the blood on his mouth just to look up at her, he's tempted to start begging again for her touch. She looks every bit breathtaking with her stern expression, her appearance akin to something post-coital. Especially the slickness that makes her black pants cling to her cuntâif he looks closer, he can see its tempting outline.
âJust fucking leave,â she mutters with crossed arms, bringing his perverted thoughts to a screeching halt.
He nods wordlessly, blinking away any more outrageous images from his mind. When he stands on wobbly legs, he can feel his jeans straining on his slowly softening hard-on, and he hopes itâll go away soon so he can maintain some form of dignity.
Heâs about to leave in the weirdest walk of shame heâs ever had to do, when he pauses to reach into his pocket. He pulls out a crinkled piece of paper containing a scribbled number, looking down at it in a brief moment of contemplation.
âIf you ever want to talkâŠâ he murmurs awkwardly, placing the contact information on the bed with a shaky hand, unable to meet her eyes.
From her spot, Nora keeps her arms crossed and her expression unmovable. Inside, her heart is pounding with adrenaline as a mix of emotions swell inside her, with awkwardness at the forefront of them all. But she won't deal with any of it right now as she tries to keep an unfeeling façade. Even as she takes in the mess that has become of the room due to the broken door laying splintered on the floor.
Leon debates whether to lift the wooden frame to rest it on the wall out of courtesy, but then feels completely ridiculous when heâs the one who destroyed it in the first place. He shakes his head lightly, his disheveled hair falling back on his forehead, then readjusts his t-shirt with jerky movements to leave. But then, his legs come to an abrupt halt at the sight of the stubbled man in his way.
âÂżQue carajo estĂĄ pasando?"* Luis gasps from the broken doorway.
* âWhat the fuck is going on?â
commissioned artwork by monychou
guys... FUCKING LOOK AT THEM!!! i'm screaming rn UGH i'm seriously speechless đso with this one and the upcoming commissions you will notice a trend, and that is the fact i edit in bruises into the artwork (with artists' approval) because leon just so happens to look beat up all the damn time either from work or from nora đ i hope you guys enjoyed this crazy ride of a chapter!
Pairing: RE9Stepdad!Leon Kennedy x StepDaughter!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Deciding to live with your mother and your stepdad after graduation might not be the best idea given your relationship with her, but it sure beats taking on debt to pay rent when you don't even have a job yet. Thankfully, you're able to find refuge and friendship in her husband, Leon, and it's not long before you're both wanting more.
Warnings: NOT underage reader, reader is over 21, mentions of food restriction, judgment around food from family member, bad mother/daughter relationship, somnophilia, dub-con, body dysmorphia
Word Count: 4.3k
based on this request (got a little carried away with this one, soz)
âHey there,â he says with all the formality and reservation of a man who hasnât been living with your mother for the past four years, the two of you coexisting in the same house on many disjointed occasions: three months at a time every summer, two weeks at Christmas, little stops along the way here and there for Thanksgiving dinners and long weekends.Â
âHi,â you say, the two of you doing an awkward dance around the kitchen island, once accidentally bumping into each other when you both reached for the handle of the fridge door at the same time, knuckles brushing.
You immediately remove your hand, and he clears his throat, stepping back, gesturing for you to go ahead. âYou first.âÂ
âMmm, thanks,â you say flatly, opening the refrigerator, a flash of cool air hitting your sweat-drenched body. Your mother insisted that, if you were going to move back in after graduation, youâd have to do at least an hour on the stationary bike every day, and lose that âfreshman fifteenâ you apparently gained three years ago, as though you havenât lost that (and more) since. Sheâs a tyrant around food and weight, always has been, and every time you come back home, whether itâs for a whole summer or just a few dayâs break, she digs her nails into you, eager to have another subject to control. But if itâs between cardio or going into debt to pay for rent before you even have a job, the choice is easy.Â
âYou back for good?âÂ
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â You ask, shooting your eyes past the open door, stacked with nonfat milk (wow, sheâs back to drinking dairy), a watery almond alternative (maybe not), sugar free ketchup, and low-sodium soy sauce. His eyes immediately widen, his lips parting to spit out an apology punctuated by a correction.
âNo, no,â he starts, waving his hands in dismissal. âI didnât mean it like that. I justâŠâ He shrugs. âWe donât get to have you around all that much. Itâll be nice to have you back in the house, thatâs all.âÂ
Leonâs a big guy. Even in his late forties, heâs still a behemoth of a man. You wonder how heâs feeding all those muscles underneath the long-sleeved quarter-zips he wears for work, knowing heâs definitely not meeting his protein goals from the tofu and 95-percent lean ground turkey your mother seasons with salt, if that.Â
When you donât answer, silently enjoying the coolness of the open fridge on your scorched skin, Leon continues.Â
âHappy to be home?âÂ
âAlways am.â Sarcasm seeps from your cutting tongue.
Is he going to refute that statement? Bring up the times heâs heard you crying after your mother makes a nasty comment about the number sewn into your denim shorts, or seen the tears that build in your eyes when she pinches the molecule of flesh on your waist. Youâve grown a lot since both of those unfortunate occasions, learning how to accept her for who she is, sit through the humiliation and torment, and let it roll off your back.Â
âAre you hungry?âÂ
âNot for anything in this fridge.âÂ
Thereâs nothing like sea moss sludge and probiotic coconut yogurt to wet your appetite.
He chuckles, wrapping his lithe fingers around the handle, shutting the door. You close the other, waiting for him to explain.Â
âCome on,â he says with a wave of his hand. âIâll take you to lunch. What are you feeling?â
âNo, thatâs alright,â you say with a flat, dismissive smile, wanting nothing but to shower beneath a stream of teeth-chattering-ly cold water, and to sit and rot in your bedroom for the rest of the day. Maybe fill out a few job applications. Or not. âI need to shower anyway.âÂ
âGo on and shower,â he says. âI can wait. Plus, youâve got to catch me up on everything going on in your life. Itâs been too long.âÂ
You cinch your brows, knowing he and your mother were just at your graduation ceremony not even a month ago. Thereâs a photo on your phone to prove it, you standing in your regalia, caught between your mother and Leon, their arms around you. And he was the one who helped you move out of your apartment, taking a whole day off work to load your things into a storage unit, promising heâd be the one to help you move them wherever you go next.
âAnd Iâm really hungry,â he adds, a smirk growing at the corner of his mouth.Â
Cutting your eyes to the fridge, you gesture to the plethora of inedible alternatives behind the shut doors. âNot hungry enough for vegan bacon?âÂ
He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound straight from his chest. âFuck no.â
Fifth of May
âHave you seen myâoh, hi,â you say when you realize it was Leon, not your mother, you heard walking around down the hall. Heâs wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, low on his hip, and black t-shirt that does nothing to hide the details of his physique. You have to remind yourself to close your lips, falling agape at the sight.Â
âHey.â Heâs unloading the duffel bag he takes with him whenever he leaves for work assignments, setting what looks like a gun in a leather holster into the drawer of his nightstand. âWhatâs up?â
âHave you seen my dress?â You repeat, describing the latest addition to your closet, the piece you bought especially for this date tonight, and weâre chomping at the bit to wear. Hell, you even purchased a pair of shoes to match, and knew exactly which earrings to pair with it. It had been hanging in your closet since Hunter announced he would be returning to your hometown before starting an internship in the city, and wanted to take you out to dinner.Â
Leon grimaces, the corners of his mouth lowering into a frown as you stomp into your motherâs bedroom, the cloying scent of her gardenia perfume missing from the space. âI think your mother has it.âÂ
You want to give her the benefit of the doubt, crossing your fingers that itâs stuffed in a dry cleaning bag, or hanging in her closet among the other articles sheâs planning on taking to the alteration lady she has on call.Â
âWhere is it?âÂ
âShe wore it out.â
âWhat? Where?âÂ
He shrugs. âGirlâs night.âÂ
First of all, the woman is nearing fifty, she doesnât need to be wearing a mini dress out to dinner with her friends. Second of all, what the actual fuck?
âWhat the fuck?â You verbalize, a second away from ripping out your own hair. âI told her I was going to wear that tonight on my date. Heâll be here inââ You check the time on your phone, numbers taunting you alongside a message that says heâs just about to leave the house to come pick you up. âFifteen minutes.âÂ
âYouâre going on a date.â Itâs less of a question and more of a statement he mumbles to himself.Â
âYeah. And I wanted to wear that dress. Are you sure she had it on?â
He steps aside, gesturing to your mothers gargantuan walk-in closet. âYou can double-check but Iâm pretty sure she was wearing it when she left.â
You walk around the closet, Leon stepping past the door frame, just lingering with his arms limp by his sides as you stomped around, manically shifting through the racks of clothing that line the room. Growing frustrated hanger by hanger, you groan, meeting your body in the reflection of a standing mirror in the corner of the closet. Youâre in nothing but a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, the wavy glass (along with your motherâs voice in your head) distorting the image of your body.Â
âIâm so fucking fat,â you spit, tugging at the white cotton clining to your form. âNothing looks good on me, and my hairâs a mess. And heâs gonna be here in ten minutes.â
And youâre sweating. And your make-upâs beginning to peel around your hair line. And your perfumeâs wearing off. And the dress you were supposed to wearâthat you had your heart and mind set on wearingâis ten miles away on the body of a woman who was apparently put on this earth to have a daughter just to make her life miserable.Â
âHey, hey, woah,â Leon coos, approaching you with his hands out like heâs trying to calm a skittish horse. âYouâre beaâyou look great, stop that.â They settle on the flesh of your upper arm, palms light on your skin, steadying you. âI donât want to hear you say those kinds of things about yourself, okay? And look, I know for a fact that you could wear a potato sack and still lookâŠbeautiful.â
Something in his eyes tells you he means it.
âHow was your date?âÂ
Leonâs still awake, sitting on one of the barstools tucked around the edge of the kitchen island, hunched over a crystal low ball, filled with a shot of whiskey from the half-empty bottle beside it. His eyes are glassy, his speech slightly slurred, and although he never quite stands up straight, his posture is severely slacking, shoulders falling forward.Â
âFine,â you respond, setting your clutch down on the marble. âHe hasnât changed since high school. Like, at all,â you say with a breathy laugh. Across from you, Leon chuckles, so light and low a sound, you almost miss it. Youâre glad you donât.Â
âWas he a gentleman?â
âIf gentlemen talk about themselves and their âcrazyâ exes the whole date and âforgetâ to bring their wallets, then yeah, sure.â
He scoffs, rolling his eyes.
âWhy are you still up anyway?âÂ
Itâs nearing two in the morning, the sky finally an inky black, the pale light of the crescent moon hung among the stars seeping through the windows, curtains drawn to let it flood the pane.
âCanât sleep, kid,â is all he gives you.Â
âObviously. But why canât you sleep?âÂ
He looks up at you, maintaining eye contact as he gulps his drink down in one hungry sip, mouth sealing the crystal lip of the glass, not so much as wincing as the liquor goes down.Â
âWork.âÂ
Either heâs telling you the truth, which he very well might be based on what few details heâs given you surrounding what it is he does to afford a German car and a house in one of the wealthiest suburbs on the continent.Â
Or.
He could be speaking in a code only the two of you can decipher. âWorkâ doesnât mean getting shot at while trying to save the world. âWorkâ means dealing with a neurotic loon with a personality disorder and a compulsive need to make a judgmental comment every five seconds or she just might combust into flames.Â
âWork,â you repeat with an understanding nod. âSounds rough.â
Third of June
Leon takes a seat next to you on the tile ledge, rolling up his pant legs until the denim material is folded neatly below his knees. He practically groans as he lowers his feet into the pool, cerulean rippling around his calves, the cold water a salve to his aching joints.Â
The two of you sit beside each other for a while, just listening to the chirp of crickets, the ripples your legs make in the water as you kick them back and forth beneath the surface, the sound of children playing two houses over.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you finally say, referring to the way Leon stood up for you at the dinner table, correcting your mother when she said you should work on losing another five pounds before you start going on job interviews. You were willing to roll your eyes and agree just to shut her up, but apparently, Leon wasnât.Â
Do you ever get tired of being so critical?
It was the first time you had ever heard him snap back at her in front of you, though you had heard their arguments in the past, always hidden and muffled behind closed doors.
âYeah, I know.â He leans back on his palms, eyes steady in front of him, looking out at the pool, the rest of the backyard surrounding it. Then, nothing. Neither of you speak again, returning to comfortable silence.
You take the time to study the fine lines on his forehead, and the corners of his eyes, and it makes you wonder whether your mother has ever dragged Leon to her one of her bi-monthly botox appointments, trying to convince him to get a jab or two to smooth them.Â
He has a straight nose, with just the slightest bump at the bridge, so stately and masculine yet somehow strangely beautiful, the perfect fit for the rest of his face. Smooth, plump lips, framed by a sprinkling of patchy facial hair, sandy in some places, salty in others.Â
You used to think poorly of Leon. Not because heâs a bad person, or isnât intelligent, or unambitious. Heâs none of those things, and you knew that upon meeting him for the first time, hearing him talk about his job, his dream of becoming a police officer before the world needed more from him and took it.Â
No, you didnât think less of him because he was inherently ill-created, but because he (allegedly) fell in love with your mother and married her. Sheâs decidedly a horrible person, and you know even Leon, though he fucks her in their shared bed and wears a ring on his left hand, honoring the vows he made to her, can see that. So why her?Â
Youâve never asked, and you doubt you ever will, part of you knowing how rude it would be to ask a person why they put up with their partner, another part of you not wanting to hear him say that he loves her.Â
Glancing back up at the house, your eyes hone in on the windows to their bedroom, the curtains closed except for a tiny inch in the middle that lends a strip of light to be seen between them until itâs snuffed into darkness. You figure sheâs already popped an ambien and is on her way toward full-on sedation.Â
âIâm gonna swim,â you say, yanking off the ratty, old t-shirt youâre wearing over your bikini. Leon looks once, if only for a second, though thatâs all it takes for your cheeks to burn under his gaze on your nearly-naked body. âWanna join?âÂ
âNo,â he says, shaking his head slowly from side to side. âYou go ahead.âÂ
With a shrug, you sink into the pool, dunking your head under the surface to wash away the disappointment singing your cheeks. After a few laps back and forth across the length of the basin, you swim back to where you and Leon were sitting, only to find the patch of tile empty and a light on in the pool house. Though the blinds are all shut, you watch as a gray shadow walks behind them, settling into the sofa, reaching for the lamp beside it, before it goes black.Â
He sleeps there sometimes, youâve noticed.
Mid-June
âIs she going somewhere?â You ask, pointing to your motherâs coordinated luggage set, packed and standing like soldiers by the front door. A floppy sun hat rests on one of the suitcases, her purse on another, a passport tucked inside it.Â
âGirlâs trip.âÂ
You nod, humming. âHow long?âÂ
âA week and a half.âÂ
Twenty-First of June
âWanna watch a movie?âÂ
Thereâs a beer in his hand, the neck sweating, a droplet falling onto the web between his thumb and pointer finger. He looks over at you as he wraps his lips around the amber mouth, tossing the bottle back along with his neck to take a swig.Â
The two of you have been enjoying having a weekend without the storm cloud that is your mother hovering around. For breakfast this morning, Leon even made pancakes, fluffy and sweetened with peanut butter chips, not to mention completely sopping with full-sugar syrup and whipped cream. And the man can mix up a mean hot chocolate.Â
Steaming ceramic mug warm in your hand, you settle onto the sofa, curling up against the arm rest, tucking your feet beneath you. Leonâs on the opposite side, already reaching for the remote on the coffee table, bringing the television to life with a press of a rubber-capped button.Â
âWhatcha in the mood for?â He asks, throwing back the last puddle of beer before discarding the bottle onto the table, sans coaster, in an act of silent rebellion.Â
âDoesnât matter,â you respond, following suit in placing your mug next to the empty beer. Chocolate and cream still sweet on your tongue, you lick your bottom lip. âIâll probably fall asleep half-way through anyway.â Itâs a talent of yours, being able to doze off during any piece of media, captivating or not.Â
Leon chuckles, readjusting his hips on the sofa so heâs one inch closer to your feet, his hand resting on the square of cushion between you, pink caressing the upholstery. âYou do like to do that, donât you?âÂ
The two of you continue to spout off movie titles, debating back and forth over which one sounds the most appealing, though Leon does mention that youâve already shown your hand, not having much skin in the game if youâre just going to snore the whole time.Â
âJust pick one, then,â you say, rolling your eyes.Â
So he does, choosing a random title neither of you paused to read the description of, and as the opening credits roll, you feel your eyelids grow heavy. Blinking hard, your mind grows cloudy, fog eclipsing any rational thought, and you scoot over, laying your cheek on Leonâs shoulder. He tenses beneath intimacy of it all, but yet, not only a moment later, he doesnât hesitate to wrap his arm around your waist, bringing you closer into him.Â
He smells like the beer dried down on his lower lip, like sugar crystals and heady spice as you sneak an inhale of his t-shirt, nuzzling into its soft cotton.
âYou watching?â He asks, already knowing the answer, though your kitten purrs confirm that youâre not.
âLeon?â You ask, voice hoarse, mind foggy with sleep or lack thereof. Your eyes cut to the digital clock below the television, its neon green letters reading a couple minutes after one in the morning. You turn back to the man who was just spooning you, his knuckles between your thighs, forearm flush to your ass. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
Were you cuddling? You blink back to lucidity, reflecting on the happenings of the night before you supposedly fell asleep.Â
Yeah, you were. You asked him to hold you.
âOh God, Iâm so sorry,â he says, stupefied, his hand now hovering over the curve of your waist, fingers wet and wrinkled with your arousal, glistening under the low light filtering from the lamp in the corner. It casts the living room in an orangesicle glow. âIâm so, so sorry.âÂ
Thereâs an ache between your legs, your hole both sore and desperate for whatever was inside you to return, and you can feel a familiar dampness spreading across the crotch of your panties. Itâs not difficult to put two and two together, especially since, when your eyes fall to his lap, you see a strain against the fleece of his sweatpants, the outline of his cock as it twitches.Â
âWere you touching me?âÂ
He sits up straight, completely removing himself from your back to sit on the cushion beside you, a hand coming up to cup his mouth, not even removing it to speak. âI couldnâtâwe fell asleep, you were asleep and I couldnâtâI shouldnât have, God, Iâm so sorry.â His hand falls, and you see his bottom lip start to tremble. âDonât hate me. Please donât hate me. God, what have I done?â His face is wracked with remorse, the skin between his eyes creasing, the lines deepening as his brows continue to furrow. The whites of his eyes are glassy, black pupils eclipsing blue irises beneath the darkness of the living room. Purple crescents beneath his eyes betray his exhaustionâthe kind that cuts to the bone.Â
Thereâs no time for you to think about your next move, the moral gravity of it, how it could completely alter the course of your life, and Leonâs. All you can hear is the pounding of your heart in your ear, the thump of its rhythm in your chest, the need between your legs, and the pit of desire deepening in your stomach.Â
With shaky hands, you grab the hem of your pajama shorts, along with the band of your panties, and lift your hips into a bridge to pull them down your thighs, discarding both articles to the floor. Leaning back against the pillow behind your head, bolstered by the arm rest, back flush to the sofa cushion, you part your legs.Â
Pussy now exposed, weeping for him, you glance between your knees at Leon. His shoulders shudder at the sight, his hand once again cupped over his mouth as he mumbles something inaudible. He swallows hard, eyes affixed to your cunt. They flicker up to your face, meeting your gaze if only for a moment before falling back between your thighs.Â
âYou were touching me, werenât you?âÂ
âYes. I was.âÂ
Before he has the chance to apologize again, you cut him off with another question. âHow?âÂ
His eyes narrow. âHow?â He repeats, his voice almost at a whisper, sounding uncertain whether he wants you to confirm it or not.
âHow were you touching me?âÂ
He parts his lips to speak, closing them to swallow. âIââ
âShow me.â You open your legs wider, as wide as the back of the couch will let you. âPlease.âÂ
Leon closes his eyes, not moving the way you so politely asked him to, so you pull up on your elbow, other hand grabbing his forearm. The touch prompts him to open his eyes once more to watch how you manually drag his hand to your cunt. Taking your direction, he presses the heel of his palm onto your clit, moving it side to side to gather a frictious rhythm that conjures a tight ball of tension in your stomach.
âThat feels good, Leon,â you saw sweetly, a tiny moan leaving your throat. âBut thatâs not what you were doing.âÂ
âYouâre right.âÂ
Itâs the first time heâs responded to you without looking as if he wants to whip himself with one of the belts hanging in his closet.Â
Leon sucks in a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling an inch with it, and he removes his hand from your clit, straightening his ring and middle fingers to tease your seam with the pads of them.Â
You gasp when he pushes them inside, adding a third on the way in, stretching your hole as he keeps them in a straight line, plunging in and out.Â
âLike this?âÂ
Nodding, you screw your eyes shut until you can watch a constellation of stars sweep across the backs of your lids. His name falls out of your mouth in a near screech as he continues to slide across the button at your front wall, his thumb now dragging your clit from side to side.Â
You feel his presence draw closer, his body coming to hover over yours, the hand thatâs not making work of your pussy, grabbing the lip of the sofa to keep himself above you and to leverage more strength. He continues the attack, fingers crooking at the knuckles to deepen your pleasure. Itâs not long before youâve met the height of your pleasure, gushing all over his hand. Huffing and heaving, and in desperate need of more, you reach down between your legs to grab his forearm, locking his hand in position, digits still soaking inside you.Â
âMore, Leon,â you cry out. âAgain. Fuck me again.âÂ
With a growl best likened to that of an angry bison, Leon once again starts to pound at your pussy with his fingers as he bows down, spreading your lips with his other hand to begin licking at your clit. The drum of his tongue flat and heavy on the bud, he devours you, manically swiping the tip of his tongue across it, side to side. Your hands find his long curtains of dark blonde hair, tugging at the strands and then using them to push his face deeper onto you.Â
You yell out his name, the cry in harmony with the wet, gushing sound of his ministrations between your legs. âGod, you feel so good inside me. Keep fucking me with your fingers, Daddy.â
âOh, shitâfuckâIâm gonna come if you keepââ Leon lets out a pained groan through gritted teeth, removing both his mouth and fingers from your cunt, throwing himself back against the couch, his hand gripping the arm rest until his knuckles drain of color. âGive me a minute.â His other hand is on your knee, just caressing it while he takes in a few calming inhales. âLet me catch my breath.â
Instantly sobered, you canât help but giggle at the scene as you come down from your high. Leonâbig, boulderous Leonâgetting so flustered, so close to his own climax just from fingering you, hearing a few of your moans...hearing you call him âDaddyâ. Maybe itâs hot more than it is amusing, but you laugh anyway.
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Chapters: 1, 2 TBA
cw: sexual tension
âHave you ever received a pat down before?âÂ
âYesâŠâ
âGood. So you know how this goes.â
With her hands once again cuffed behind her back after her short-lived freedom, the young woman stands still as Leon approaches to begin the frisking. For a moment, he debates whether this is a good idea considering⊠Well, everything. But this is protocol, and he wouldn't want an even nastier surprise in case she's carrying something dangerous.
With her body facing the cruiser, he comes to stand behind her with a sigh. âAlright, spread out,â he nudges her legs with his foot to make her widen her step. She obliges without a word.Â
So far, so good.
âDo you have anything on your person that I need to know about before I conduct this search?â
She shakes her ânoâ in response, and heâs tempted to make her speak it out loud, but in the end he lets it go. As long as she behaves and lets him get his job done.
âOkay, just stand still.â
With that, Leonâs hands come to rest at her head, pressing down on her scalp from her crown to her nape. She stiffens, but still says nothing, so he continues with pinching her collar with a pincer grasp to check for any hidden items.
Next are the shoulders, arms, and back, and with every touch separated only by the fabric of her hoodie, her breathing goes steadily ragged. He doesn't like admitting it to himself, but knowing she must be getting worked up from the clinical touch alone does things to him.Â
Pushing away the unwanted thoughts, he sets aside the phone with the cracked and crumpled tissue he found in her pocketsâno illegal possessions. Then, he crouches, before immediately regretting it when he finds himself at eye level with her pretty ass in her tight jeans. Since when does frisking get to him like this?Â
Nonetheless, he forces his intentions to remain professional when his palms rest on her thigh, encircling the limb at the top, and gliding down until he reaches her calf. He repeats the motion on her other leg, before finally daring to touch her hips.
âIâll check your back pockets,â he mutters, then sweeps his hands over her fleshy backside. Thatâs when she suddenly jerks with an uncontrollable whimper.
âS-sorry!â she immediately apologizes, and Leon has to hold back a laugh.
Truly, this situation gets more ridiculous by the second, and heâs too tired to be angry anymore. He stands when he finds her back pockets empty, resisting the urge to give her ass a squeeze like a creep, before asking her to turn and face him.
Except, as she does so, she can't bear to look him in the eye apparently. All bravado seems to have gone out the window the moment he proceeded with an actual arrest. Typical.
âOpen your mouth,â he murmurs more huskily than intended.
She finally meets his gaze as she obeys, and he feels his heart stutter at the oddly erotic sight. He clears his throat, peering into her mouth with renewed focus. âLift your tongue.â And she does.
Once he's verified she's not holding anything between her teeth, he nods and gestures for her to close her jaw. If he spent another second looking inside the wet cavity he might be tempted to take her up on that sweet proposal.Â
Leon hones in his entire concentration to stop his mind from being a total pervert. Especially now that he must resume the pat down of the only two areas left: her chest, and her groin. Fantastic.
He starts with her torso, gliding his knuckles under her breasts in the professional motion he was taught to use. Then, he hears her audibly gulp when he presses intently on her sternum, his firm touch nestling right in the middle of her covered cleavage. Now he wishes she wasn't wearing the damn hoodie.
Focus, Kennedy.
With the awareness that he's getting ahead of himself, he makes the process of sweeping the front of her jeans so fast he misses most of it. But he can't risk doing something stupid, especially when he makes the mistake of gazing at her face and he finds her staring longingly at his lips, like she's hypnotized.Â
If he wasn't the wiser, he might be tempted to confront her about it. Maybe grab her jaw to force her gaze into his eyes, then he could lean closer just to call her a creep. And while he's at it, maybe even take her up on her crazy offer of spitting in her mouth if sheâs so into it anyway...
Leon sighs in exasperation as he steps back, but this time it's directed at himself rather than at her. Here he is getting horny over some homeless girl with a cop fetish like some depraved idiot, as if she's not a walking red flag. This is what happens when he doesn't get laid often enough.
âUh⊠Are we done?â she asks quietly, and that's when he realizes heâs just been standing in silence for the past ten seconds.
Instead of answering her question, he opens the car door and ushers her inside with one hand on her upper arm and the other on her head, giving her a needless shove.Â
âGet in,â he mutters coldly. âAnd I don't wanna hear a word out of you on the way. If you talk, Iâm ordering you a psych eval. Are we clear?â
She nods as she sits on the hard plastic seat, and this time he can't resist being petty. He leans in, buckling her with his face a bit too close to hers than necessary.Â
âUse your words,â he whispers in a low tone that makes a shiver visibly run down her spine.
âY-yes⊠Yes, Officer.âÂ
She nearly trembles under his looming form, sending his ego flaring from the sheer effect he seemingly has on her. Finally satisfied with her answer, he makes a curt nod then closes the door with a loud thud that reverberates through the empty garage.
The car ride is quiet, the girl keeping her promise of not talking as Leon drives with shattered focus. He tries to concentrate on the road, but he can't help but feel her eyes on him in the rearview mirror, observing him intently. It's unnerving.
When they come to a stop at a red light on a quasi empty street, he finally cracks. âWill you stop staring at me?â
Her eyes widen as they meet his on the reflective surface, a look of embarrassment on her face as she tries to come up with an excuse.
âSorry! I didn'tâ Youâre justâ NevermindâŠâ she ducks her face in shame.
âIâm just what?â he huffs, unwilling to let her slip.
She hesitates for a moment before murmuring under her breath. âYou're just really handsomeâŠâ
For a second, Leon goes perfectly still, before he gasps out a sharp laugh, then shakes his head in exasperation. He doesn't want to admit the way his heart fluttered for a split moment at the compliment.
Itâs not the first time he's been told he looks good, but her words still affect him more than they should.
âYeah, well, enough oglingâŠâ he mutters as nonchalantly as he can.
She goes quiet again, looking down at her lap as she uncomfortably shifts with her bound wrists. Itâs not the most pleasant of car rides, that is certain. After a moment, she finally speaks again, her tone shy despite her earlier boldness.
âUm⊠Can I ask a question?â
He exhales, already bracing himself. âWhat?â
âYou, um⊠You rejected my offer⊠Is it because Iâm⊠ugly?â
The man frowns, eyeing her through the mirror with a tense jaw. âIn case you didn't know, when you harass someone, your attractiveness doesn't matterâitâs still harassment.â
Her bottom lip juts out in the most serious case of a kicked puppy look heâs ever seen, and for a moment, he wonders if this is truly the same girl who crawled on her knees begging for his dick moments ago.
âJust say Iâm ugly, I already know I am,â she grumbles.
He scoffs, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he tries to keep his temper in check.Â
âAre you fishing for compliments? Because youâre being awfully obvious.â
âIâm not!â
âThen quit talking nonsense! You know you're not ugly at all.â
That seems to shut her up, her eyes widening in surprise, as if the statement is news to her. When she's about to say something, however, he clicks his tongue. âNo more talking. And no more staring either. Just⊠Behave, for Godâs sake.â
The rest of the ride is silent until they reach the precinct and Leon drives into the sally port. Without a word, he turns off the engine and exits the vehicle, opening her door to get her out. So far, so good.Â
An officer waits for them by the garage door, a greying moustache on his upper lip. His hands are resting on his hips with a grin on his face once the blonde comes to a stand before him, the latterâs grasp wrapped firmly on the girlâs upper arm.
âWho do we got here, Kennedy? Whoâs our new friend?â the older man drawls playfully.
Leon huffs out a small chuckle, shaking his head as the gate slides open with a loud, electric buzz. He pulls her along, throwing a muttered comment to the other man.
âDidn't know you were working tonight, Prescott.â
âAnd miss this? No way.â
The younger man doesn't acknowledge the trailing eyes of the officer on the girlâs figure. Prescott has always been quite a bit of an asshole, and heâd rather avoid him as he takes her in. Heâs not sure why he cares, but he would prefer to keep the yoi g womanâs offenses undisclosed from that kind of man. Unfortunately, the older officer is right on their tail, showing no signs of disinterest.
Once thoroughly searched and all her belongings removed, from her cracked phone to her dirty shoes, the girl is accompanied by a female officer to change into a bright orange jumpsuit. She looks utterly unimpressed by the color by the time sheâs brought into booking.
Leon, who was writing his report in the meantime, straightens up when she comes into view, something inside him tightening at the sight of her in prison clothes.
A policewoman sitting behind the counter, sighs as she types on her keyboard, her voice bored and monotone when she speaks. âAlright. Name and date of birth.âÂ
The young woman hesitates, her eyes flickering to her arresting officer for a second, before finally giving out her identity with slumped shoulders. He frowns at her demeanor, her name sounding as unfamiliar as any. But he files it in his mind with curiosity, before lingering on her young ageâbarely twenty-one and already causing herself trouble.
âCharges?â the other officer quirks an eyebrow at Leon.
âDisorderly conduct and interference with police duties.â He exhales through his nose, his jaw tight. With Prescott still standing nearby, the blonde feels the need to keep the details for the written report.
A basic medical and mental exam later, and the girl is ready to spend the night in a cell, accompanied by the same female officer who searched her, Jones.
Unsurprisingly, she was found with high levels of THC in her system, but Leon still finds her actions abnormal. Weed doesn't make you beg for a strangerâs dick, or at least he doesn't think so.
He pretends not to feel her eyes on him as she and the officer pass by, en route to be locked up. Itâs only when her escort ushers her to walk faster that he finally looks up to watch her retreating back.Â
He moves before even realizing, walking swiftly until he reaches the two women.
âHey,â he calls out once he stands before them, giving his colleague a tight-lipped smile before turning his attention to the younger woman. Heâs not even sure what he came to say, but as she looks up at him expectantly, he simply wings it. âJust be careful⊠Donât do anything stupid, okay?â
Leon expects her to be disappointed with his lackluster preaching, but heâs surprised to see her smileâreally smileâfor the first time since they met.
âThank you, officer,â she sighs dreamily.
Officer Jones rolls her eyesâitâs not the first time an inmate has fallen for Kennedyâs pretty blues, but there's no time to waste when thereâs a schedule to follow.
âAlright, Juliet, why don't you walk a little faster? We have a job to do here.â
With a teasing look towards Leon, she drags the young woman ahead, the cell wardâs gate shutting behind them with an echoey slam.
The blondeâs head thuds on his pillow with a muffled thump. It's been a long shiftâone heâs sure he won't forget for a long time. It all plays again in his mind, from the moment his eyes first landed on her uncanny expression, to seeing her escorted away in her orange jumpsuit. It makes his chest ache despite himself.
He doesn't know why he feels particularly empathetic over a woman that harassed him, but he can't help it. She was⊠cute. Even with her weird shenanigans. He still would rather not deal with her again, and internally prays that by the time he returns to the station she would have been bailed out. But he still spends longer than necessary thinking of her and her blown pupils.Â
Fuck, that frisk session got to him good.
He sighs as he turns to his side with a groan, hugging a pillow against his chest in contemplation. He has so many questions about the girl, but he forced himself earlier not to look through her file and head home instead. Because he knew the second he would open that can of worms, he would go on a spree of information diving to find out everything he can about her. No, he needed to go home to sleepâwhich is what he is trying and failing to do now.
He just keeps wondering what drives a young person to act that way? He could have been some creep who would take advantage of her, someone like Eric Prescott⊠The thought of the man makes him uneasy. He never truly caught him doing anything nefarious, but he doesn't trust him, and he would rather he stayed away from the girl.
There he goes worrying about her for no reason again. Maybe heâs more depraved than he thought if he cares this much after a single unhinged encounter. But then again, it's not everyday a pretty stranger crawls to suck you off. He can't help but imagine how good it would have been if he let her. She did say she can deepthroat.
He squeezes his eyes shut when he feels the urge to reach into his boxers, a half erection making its presence known. He can't jerk off to herâthat would only be incredibly perverse, but what would say about him stroking it over his detainee? He's not that kind of man⊠He refuses to be.
The smell of coffee permeates the air as Leon strides into the precinct for another evening shift. Today, heâs spending most of it at the station to complete tedious paperwork and reports. So, he stretches his neck as he walks to the open plan office to make his way to his desk, greeting colleagues on his way with curt nods.
Heâs not letting his thoughts get the best of him today. Not after the tormented sleep he suffered through where he had to fight himself and his own standards of morality. He is not a bad cop.
As if the universe heard his thoughts, he suddenly bumps into none other than Prescott whose eyes light up at the sight of him.
âKennedy! Looks like our shifts are synching up again, huh?â
âLooks like they are,â he responds with a tight smile.
The moustached man looks him over for a moment, gaze glinting when he steps closer. âYou know I talked to Jones earlier and we shared a good laugh⊠The pretty thing you brought in last night? Apparently she kept asking after you when Jones took her for the meeting with the judge.â
Leon tenses, the mention of the girl immediately putting him on alert. She must still be held in if no one got her out yet, and that causes him begrudging concern. But he can't show that to the asshole before him, so he forces a casual laugh, turning to pick up files from his desk.
âOh, yeah? She must've gotten bored.â
âRight, boredâŠâ the other laughs, his eyes filled with suspicion under his mirth. âHey, you don't know her, do you?â
The blondeâs head snaps in his direction before he can stop himself. âWhy?â he asks defensively.
âOh, nothing... Just curious. She likes yaâit had me wondering.â
âIf every detainee that asked for me to let them go liked me, Iâd have a whole fanclub by now.â
âWell, you are Mr. Popular, aren't ya? Ladiesâand some gentsâseem to like you.â
Leon chuckles dryly, discomfort barely concealed on his features. âWhatever you say, P. Youâre the boss.â
The grin on Prescottâs face makes the young man want to punch him. He exhales through his nose in an effort to recollect himself before waving the folders he has in hand with a tight smile.
âWell, if youâll excuse meâlots of reports for me today.â
With that, he walks towards the printer, tension weighing heavy on his shoulders. He already had to suffer through a night of blue balls, and now this asshole is getting up his business. He hopes to busy himself and leave the otherâs bullshit behind.
Later that evening, Leon is assisting with the booking of an arrestee, still completing the never ending tasks at the station. Heâs in the middle of walking up to a colleague when a familiar cuffed figure passes by, escorted by Jones once again.
He stutters in his steps, then forces himself to not trip like an idiot as he deliberately slows his walk. From the corner of his eye, he sees her being taken to the line of phones on the wall and wonders why she is only waiting for now to make a call, after an entire day in the cell.
She doesn't notice him, too engrossed with pressing the number pad, her handcuffed wrists jingling with every move. It makes him sigh in relief that she appears oblivious to his presence, but then his curiosity peaksâŠ
He hands the officer he intended to speak to paperwork he needed, then excuses himself pretending that his phone is buzzing in his pocket. He knows itâs ridiculous, and he knows heâs behaving like a fool over a crazy woman who probably gets arrested every week, but he can't help itâhe needs to listen in on her conversation.
Pretending to quietly talk on his cell while facing away from the girl in orange, he feels utterly stupid as he puts on the despicable act, but it works when he hears her speak.
âHey, itâs me,â she begins once the person on the other end is patched through. âOh, Aaron? Um, is Max around? âŠOkay, well, it's like six already and Iâve been waiting all day to call. Can you wake him up?â A moment passes where the girl rolls her eyes, her foot tapping impatiently on the floor tile.
Leon, in his corner, is turned slightly just to take a discreet look at her. She looks awfully annoyed about the conversation, and it makes him frown. Though, he can't help but trail his eyes down her figure, lingering briefly on her ass. Why does she look good in prison clothes? But most importantly, since when did he turn into such a fucking perv? Heâs no better than Prescott at this point.
After a while of waiting, the oblivious young woman smiles as she responds, but it looks strained. âMax! Hi! âŠYeah, yeah, I know I said that but I didn't mean it, okay? I was wrong, Maxy, I miss youâŠâ Her voice takes an overly sweet tone, but her face contorts into a frustrated expression. âLook, Iâm gonna make it up to you if you come pick me up. It'll be just how you like...â
The blondeâs eyebrows shoot up in cartoonish fashion, his blue eyes darting around as he listens more closely. Who the hell is this Max? Sheâs clearly buttering him up to come get her.
âI knew you miss me too! Okay, so, um, I don't know if Aaron told you where this call is being patched from, but, uh⊠Iâm kind of in jail, and I kind of need you to bail me out⊠Fucking hell, Max, with all the times I helped you out this is the least you can do!â she grunts, frustration breaking through her act. She then inhales deeply to regain her composure. âOkay, okay, youâre right⊠Iâm sorry, Maxy, I promise not to leave like that again, I was so stupid.â
As he listens, Leon thinks that whoever sheâs talking to has to be a serious dumbass to think her apology is genuine. But the fact she's still calling him for help has his jaw twitching. It's obvious she's offering favors in return for him bailing her out.Â
The girlâs face floods with sudden relief at hearing her desired response, and she puts on a teasing smile. âYou won't regret it, baby, weâll have so much fun, trust me⊠Just get here fast, okay?â
The conversation ends soon after, and Leon quickly moves away not to be spotted. He feels a bit bad about listening in, but it's not like her call isn't being recorded by the station anyways. Still, now he's left filled with curiosityâand frustrationâabout who this Max guy is and why the young woman seemed so reluctant to call him. He doesn't like this one bit.
Leon is zoned out as he absentmindedly stares at his deskâs wooden grain with his arms crossed. Heâs been acting off the entire day, his thoughts whirring over that weird girl that seemingly took over his mind with her pretty eyes and crazy antics. He simply finds the whole situation so bizarre, and he hates how it fills him with both discomfort and begrudging interest.
He knows she said she remembers him from some previous encounter where she asked for road directions, but he can't for the life of him recall it. Especially considering the sheer number of people he deals with every day on his shifts. But, as much as he hates to admit it, the fact he allegedly left enough of a lasting impression on her that she remembered his name and then pursued him that parking garage boosts his ego. The entire encounter with her does, no matter how insane.
âLooks like your little fan is getting bailed out right now,â Prescott suddenly shows up, his signature shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. âToo bad, I was hoping she'd keep us company a bit longer.â
Leon does his best to hide his interest, faking a yawn of boredom as he stretches in his seat. âOh, yeah? Good for her. I wish someone could bail me out of paperwork.â
The older man chuckles, shaking his head. âShifts at the precinct are the worst. Iâd rather be out there catching misbehaving little shits.â
The blonde internally scoffs. Only a weirdo would get excited about making arrests, but heâs used to colleagues saying unsavory thingsâit comes with his line of work.Â
Growing restless from Prescottâs presence and already concocting a plan in mind, he stands with deliberate unhurriedness, then puts on his phoniest apologetic smile. âNature's call. Be back in a minute, P.âÂ
He doesn't wait for the otherâs answer as he strides away with a determined step.Â
He wants to find out who this Max guy is, and he has a feeling he won't like him.
Next chapter coming soon.
guys he's such a loser he's down bad already lmaooo
also d.c doesn't have a bail system but we're making shit up gang so please suspend your disbelief with me mwah
shout out @sammimi19 and @theebladestar for proofreading âš
Chapters: 1, 2 TBA
cw: sexual tension
âHave you ever received a pat down before?âÂ
âYesâŠâ
âGood. So you know how this goes.â
With her hands once again cuffed behind her back after her short-lived freedom, the young woman stands still as Leon approaches to begin the frisking. For a moment, he debates whether this is a good idea considering⊠Well, everything. But this is protocol, and he wouldn't want an even nastier surprise in case she's carrying something dangerous.
With her body facing the cruiser, he comes to stand behind her with a sigh. âAlright, spread out,â he nudges her legs with his foot to make her widen her step. She obliges without a word.Â
So far, so good.
âDo you have anything on your person that I need to know about before I conduct this search?â
She shakes her ânoâ in response, and heâs tempted to make her speak it out loud, but in the end he lets it go. As long as she behaves and lets him get his job done.
âOkay, just stand still.â
With that, Leonâs hands come to rest at her head, pressing down on her scalp from her crown to her nape. She stiffens, but still says nothing, so he continues with pinching her collar with a pincer grasp to check for any hidden items.
Next are the shoulders, arms, and back, and with every touch separated only by the fabric of her hoodie, her breathing goes steadily ragged. He doesn't like admitting it to himself, but knowing she must be getting worked up from the clinical touch alone does things to him.Â
Pushing away the unwanted thoughts, he sets aside the phone with the cracked and crumpled tissue he found in her pocketsâno illegal possessions. Then, he crouches, before immediately regretting it when he finds himself at eye level with her pretty ass in her tight jeans. Since when does frisking get to him like this?Â
Nonetheless, he forces his intentions to remain professional when his palms rest on her thigh, encircling the limb at the top, and gliding down until he reaches her calf. He repeats the motion on her other leg, before finally daring to touch her hips.
âIâll check your back pockets,â he mutters, then sweeps his hands over her fleshy backside. Thatâs when she suddenly jerks with an uncontrollable whimper.
âS-sorry!â she immediately apologizes, and Leon has to hold back a laugh.
Truly, this situation gets more ridiculous by the second, and heâs too tired to be angry anymore. He stands when he finds her back pockets empty, resisting the urge to give her ass a squeeze like a creep, before asking her to turn and face him.
Except, as she does so, she can't bear to look him in the eye apparently. All bravado seems to have gone out the window the moment he proceeded with an actual arrest. Typical.
âOpen your mouth,â he murmurs more huskily than intended.
She finally meets his gaze as she obeys, and he feels his heart stutter at the oddly erotic sight. He clears his throat, peering into her mouth with renewed focus. âLift your tongue.â And she does.
Once he's verified she's not holding anything between her teeth, he nods and gestures for her to close her jaw. If he spent another second looking inside the wet cavity he might be tempted to take her up on that sweet proposal.Â
Leon hones in his entire concentration to stop his mind from being a total pervert. Especially now that he must resume the pat down of the only two areas left: her chest, and her groin. Fantastic.
He starts with her torso, gliding his knuckles under her breasts in the professional motion he was taught to use. Then, he hears her audibly gulp when he presses intently on her sternum, his firm touch nestling right in the middle of her covered cleavage. Now he wishes she wasn't wearing the damn hoodie.
Focus, Kennedy.
With the awareness that he's getting ahead of himself, he makes the process of sweeping the front of her jeans so fast he misses most of it. But he can't risk doing something stupid, especially when he makes the mistake of gazing at her face and he finds her staring longingly at his lips, like she's hypnotized.Â
If he wasn't the wiser, he might be tempted to confront her about it. Maybe grab her jaw to force her gaze into his eyes, then he could lean closer just to call her a creep. And while he's at it, maybe even take her up on her crazy offer of spitting in her mouth if sheâs so into it anyway...
Leon sighs in exasperation as he steps back, but this time it's directed at himself rather than at her. Here he is getting horny over some homeless girl with a cop fetish like some depraved idiot, as if she's not a walking red flag. This is what happens when he doesn't get laid often enough.
âUh⊠Are we done?â she asks quietly, and that's when he realizes heâs just been standing in silence for the past ten seconds.
Instead of answering her question, he opens the car door and ushers her inside with one hand on her upper arm and the other on her head, giving her a needless shove.Â
âGet in,â he mutters coldly. âAnd I don't wanna hear a word out of you on the way. If you talk, Iâm ordering you a psych eval. Are we clear?â
She nods as she sits on the hard plastic seat, and this time he can't resist being petty. He leans in, buckling her with his face a bit too close to hers than necessary.Â
âUse your words,â he whispers in a low tone that makes a shiver visibly run down her spine.
âY-yes⊠Yes, Officer.âÂ
She nearly trembles under his looming form, sending his ego flaring from the sheer effect he seemingly has on her. Finally satisfied with her answer, he makes a curt nod then closes the door with a loud thud that reverberates through the empty garage.
The car ride is quiet, the girl keeping her promise of not talking as Leon drives with shattered focus. He tries to concentrate on the road, but he can't help but feel her eyes on him in the rearview mirror, observing him intently. It's unnerving.
When they come to a stop at a red light on a quasi empty street, he finally cracks. âWill you stop staring at me?â
Her eyes widen as they meet his on the reflective surface, a look of embarrassment on her face as she tries to come up with an excuse.
âSorry! I didn'tâ Youâre justâ NevermindâŠâ she ducks her face in shame.
âIâm just what?â he huffs, unwilling to let her slip.
She hesitates for a moment before murmuring under her breath. âYou're just really handsomeâŠâ
For a second, Leon goes perfectly still, before he gasps out a sharp laugh, then shakes his head in exasperation. He doesn't want to admit the way his heart fluttered for a split moment at the compliment.
Itâs not the first time he's been told he looks good, but her words still affect him more than they should.
âYeah, well, enough oglingâŠâ he mutters as nonchalantly as he can.
She goes quiet again, looking down at her lap as she uncomfortably shifts with her bound wrists. Itâs not the most pleasant of car rides, that is certain. After a moment, she finally speaks again, her tone shy despite her earlier boldness.
âUm⊠Can I ask a question?â
He exhales, already bracing himself. âWhat?â
âYou, um⊠You rejected my offer⊠Is it because Iâm⊠ugly?â
The man frowns, eyeing her through the mirror with a tense jaw. âIn case you didn't know, when you harass someone, your attractiveness doesn't matterâitâs still harassment.â
Her bottom lip juts out in the most serious case of a kicked puppy look heâs ever seen, and for a moment, he wonders if this is truly the same girl who crawled on her knees begging for his dick moments ago.
âJust say Iâm ugly, I already know I am,â she grumbles.
He scoffs, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he tries to keep his temper in check.Â
âAre you fishing for compliments? Because youâre being awfully obvious.â
âIâm not!â
âThen quit talking nonsense! You know you're not ugly at all.â
That seems to shut her up, her eyes widening in surprise, as if the statement is news to her. When she's about to say something, however, he clicks his tongue. âNo more talking. And no more staring either. Just⊠Behave, for Godâs sake.â
The rest of the ride is silent until they reach the precinct and Leon drives into the sally port. Without a word, he turns off the engine and exits the vehicle, opening her door to get her out. So far, so good.Â
An officer waits for them by the garage door, a greying moustache on his upper lip. His hands are resting on his hips with a grin on his face once the blonde comes to a stand before him, the latterâs grasp wrapped firmly on the girlâs upper arm.
âWhat do we got here, Kennedy? Whoâs our new friend?â the older man drawls playfully.
Leon huffs out a small chuckle, shaking his head as the gate slides open with a loud, electric buzz. He pulls her along, throwing a muttered comment to the other man.
âDidn't know you were working tonight, Prescott.â
âAnd miss this? No way.â
The younger man doesn't acknowledge the trailing eyes of the officer on the girlâs figure. Prescott has always been quite a bit of an asshole, and heâd rather avoid him as he takes her in. Heâs not sure why he cares, but he would prefer to keep the yoi g womanâs offenses undisclosed from that kind of man. Unfortunately, the older officer is right on their tail, showing no signs of disinterest.
Once thoroughly searched and all her belongings removed, from her cracked phone to her dirty shoes, the girl is accompanied by a female officer to change into a bright orange jumpsuit. She looks utterly unimpressed by the color by the time sheâs brought into booking.
Leon, who was writing his report in the meantime, straightens up when she comes into view, something inside him tightening at the sight of her in prison clothes.
A policewoman sitting behind the counter, sighs as she types on her keyboard, her voice bored and monotone when she speaks. âAlright. Name and date of birth.âÂ
The young woman hesitates, her eyes flickering to her arresting officer for a second, before finally giving out her identity with slumped shoulders. He frowns at her demeanor, her name sounding as unfamiliar as any. But he files it in his mind with curiosity, before lingering on her young ageâbarely twenty-one and already causing herself trouble.
âCharges?â the other officer quirks an eyebrow at Leon.
âDisorderly conduct and interference with police duties.â He exhales through his nose, his jaw tight. With Prescott still standing nearby, the blonde feels the need to keep the details for the written report.
A basic medical and mental exam later, and the girl is ready to spend the night in a cell, accompanied by the same female officer who searched her, Jones.
Unsurprisingly, she was found with high levels of THC in her system, but Leon still finds her actions abnormal. Weed doesn't make you beg for a strangerâs dick, or at least he doesn't think so.
He pretends not to feel her eyes on him as she and the officer pass by, en route to be locked up. Itâs only when her escort ushers her to walk faster that he finally looks up to watch her retreating back.Â
He moves before even realizing, walking swiftly until he reaches the two women.
âHey,â he calls out once he stands before them, giving his colleague a tight-lipped smile before turning his attention to the younger woman. Heâs not even sure what he came to say, but as she looks up at him expectantly, he simply wings it. âJust be careful⊠Donât do anything stupid, okay?â
Leon expects her to be disappointed with his lackluster preaching, but heâs surprised to see her smileâreally smileâfor the first time since they met.
âThank you, officer,â she sighs dreamily.
Officer Jones rolls her eyesâitâs not the first time an inmate has fallen for Kennedyâs pretty blues, but there's no time to waste when thereâs a schedule to follow.
âAlright, Juliet, why don't you walk a little faster? We have a job to do here.â
With a teasing look towards Leon, she drags the young woman ahead, the cell wardâs gate shutting behind them with an echoey slam.
The blondeâs head thuds on his pillow with a muffled thump. It's been a long shiftâone heâs sure he won't forget for a long time. It all plays again in his mind, from the moment his eyes first landed on her uncanny expression, to seeing her escorted away in her orange jumpsuit. It makes his chest ache despite himself.
He doesn't know why he feels particularly empathetic over a woman that harassed him, but he can't help it. She was⊠cute. Even with her weird shenanigans. He still would rather not deal with her again, and internally prays that by the time he returns to the station she would have been bailed out. But he still spends longer than necessary thinking of her and her blown pupils.Â
Fuck, that frisk session got him good.
He sighs as he turns to his side with a groan, hugging a pillow against his chest in contemplation. He has so many questions about the girl, but he forced himself earlier not to look through her file and head home instead. Because he knew the second he would open that can of worms, he would go on a spree of information diving to find out everything he can about her. No, he needed to go home to sleepâwhich is what he is trying and failing to do now.
He just keeps wondering what drives a young person to act that way? He could have been some creep who would take advantage of her, someone like Eric Prescott⊠The thought of the man makes him uneasy. He never truly caught him doing anything nefarious, but he doesn't trust him, and he would rather he stayed away from the girl.
There he goes worrying about her for no reason again. Maybe heâs more depraved than he thought if he cares this much after a single unhinged encounter. But then again, it's not everyday a pretty stranger crawls to suck you off. He can't help but imagine how good it would have been if he let her. She did say she can deepthroat.
He squeezes his eyes shut when he feels the urge to reach into his boxers, a half erection making its presence known. He can't jerk off to herâthat would not only be incredibly perverse, but what would it say about him if he's stroking it over his detainee? He's not that kind of man⊠He refuses to be.
The smell of coffee permeates the air as Leon strides into the precinct for another evening shift. Today, heâs spending most of it at the station to complete tedious paperwork and reports. So, he stretches his neck as he walks to the open plan office to make his way to his desk, greeting colleagues on his way with curt nods.
Heâs not letting his thoughts get the best of him today. Not after the tormented sleep he suffered through where he had to fight himself and his own standards of morality. He is not a bad cop.
As if the universe heard his thoughts, he suddenly bumps into none other than Prescott whose eyes light up at the sight of him.
âKennedy! Looks like our shifts are synching up again, huh?â
âLooks like they are,â he responds with a tight smile.
The moustached man looks him over for a moment, gaze glinting when he steps closer. âYou know I talked to Jones earlier and we shared a good laugh⊠The pretty thing you brought in last night? Apparently she kept asking after you when Jones took her for the meeting with the judge.â
Leon tenses, the mention of the girl immediately putting him on alert. She must still be held in if no one got her out yet, and that causes him begrudging concern. But he can't show that to the asshole before him, so he forces a casual laugh, turning to pick up files from his desk.
âOh, yeah? She must've gotten bored.â
âRight, boredâŠâ the other laughs, his eyes filled with suspicion under his mirth. âHey, you don't know her, do you?â
The blondeâs head snaps in his direction before he can stop himself. âWhy?â he asks defensively.
âOh, nothing... Just curious. She likes yaâit had me wondering.â
âIf every detainee that asked for me to let them go liked me, Iâd have a whole fanclub by now.â
âWell, you are Mr. Popular, aren't ya? Ladiesâand some gentsâseem to like you.â
Leon chuckles dryly, discomfort barely concealed on his features. âWhatever you say, P. Youâre the boss.â
The grin on Prescottâs face makes the young man want to punch him. He exhales through his nose in an effort to recollect himself before waving the folders he has in hand with a tight smile.
âWell, if youâll excuse meâlots of reports for me today.â
With that, he walks towards the printer, tension weighing heavy on his shoulders. He already had to suffer through a night of blue balls, and now this asshole is getting up his business. He hopes to busy himself and leave the otherâs bullshit behind.
Later that evening, Leon is assisting with the booking of an arrestee, still completing the never ending tasks at the station. Heâs in the middle of walking up to a colleague when a familiar cuffed figure passes by, escorted by Jones once again.
He stutters in his steps, then forces himself to not trip like an idiot as he deliberately slows his walk. From the corner of his eye, he sees her being taken to the line of phones on the wall and wonders why she is only waiting for now to make a call, after an entire day in the cell.
She doesn't notice him, too engrossed with pressing the number pad, her handcuffed wrists jingling with every move. It makes him sigh in relief that she appears oblivious to his presence, but then his curiosity peaksâŠ
He hands the officer he intended to speak to paperwork he needed, then excuses himself pretending that his phone is buzzing in his pocket. He knows itâs ridiculous, and he knows heâs behaving like a fool over a crazy woman who probably gets arrested every week, but he can't help itâhe needs to listen in on her conversation.
Pretending to quietly talk on his cell while facing away from the girl in orange, he feels utterly stupid as he puts on the despicable act, but it works when he hears her speak.
âHey, itâs me,â she begins once the person on the other end is patched through. âOh, Aaron? Um, is Max around? âŠOkay, well, it's like six already and Iâve been waiting all day to call. Can you wake him up?â A moment passes where the girl rolls her eyes, her foot tapping impatiently on the floor tile.
Leon, in his corner, is turned slightly just to take a discreet look at her. She looks awfully annoyed about the conversation, and it makes him frown. Though, he can't help but trail his eyes down her figure, lingering briefly on her ass. Why does she look good in prison clothes? But most importantly, since when did he turn into such a fucking perv? Heâs no better than Prescott at this point.
After a while of waiting, the oblivious young woman smiles as she responds, but it looks strained. âMax! Hi! âŠYeah, yeah, I know I said that but I didn't mean it, okay? I was wrong, Maxy, I miss youâŠâ Her voice takes an overly sweet tone, but her face contorts into a frustrated expression. âLook, Iâm gonna make it up to you if you come pick me up. It'll be just how you like...â
The blondeâs eyebrows shoot up in cartoonish fashion, his blue eyes darting around as he listens more closely. Who the hell is this Max? Sheâs clearly buttering him up to come get her.
âI knew you miss me too! Okay, so, um, I don't know if Aaron told you where this call is being patched from, but, uh⊠Iâm kind of in jail, and I kind of need you to bail me out⊠Fucking hell, Max, with all the times I helped you out this is the least you can do!â she grunts, frustration breaking through her act. She then inhales deeply to regain her composure. âOkay, okay, youâre right⊠Iâm sorry, Maxy, I promise not to leave like that again, I was so stupid.â
As he listens, Leon thinks that whoever sheâs talking to has to be a serious dumbass to think her apology is genuine. But the fact she's still calling him for help has his jaw twitching. It's obvious she's offering favors in return for him bailing her out.Â
The girlâs face floods with sudden relief at hearing her desired response, and she puts on a teasing smile. âYou won't regret it, baby, weâll have so much fun, trust me⊠Just get here fast, okay?â
The conversation ends soon after, and Leon quickly moves away not to be spotted. He feels a bit bad about listening in, but it's not like her call isn't being recorded by the station anyways. Still, now he's left filled with curiosityâand frustrationâabout who this Max guy is and why the young woman seemed so reluctant to call him. He doesn't like this one bit.
Leon is zoned out as he absentmindedly stares at his deskâs wooden grain with his arms crossed. Heâs been acting off the entire day, his thoughts whirring over that weird girl that seemingly took over his mind with her pretty eyes and crazy antics. He simply finds the whole situation so bizarre, and he hates how it fills him with both discomfort and begrudging interest.
He knows she said she remembers him from some previous encounter where she asked for road directions, but he can't for the life of him recall it. Especially considering the sheer number of people he deals with every day on his shifts. But, as much as he hates to admit it, the fact he allegedly left enough of a lasting impression on her that she remembered his name and then pursued him that parking garage boosts his ego. The entire encounter with her does, no matter how insane.
âLooks like your little fan is getting bailed out right now,â Prescott suddenly shows up, his signature shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. âToo bad, I was hoping she'd keep us company a bit longer.â
Leon does his best to hide his interest, faking a yawn of boredom as he stretches in his seat. âOh, yeah? Good for her. I wish someone could bail me out of paperwork.â
The older man chuckles, shaking his head. âShifts at the precinct are the worst. Iâd rather be out there catching misbehaving little shits.â
The blonde internally scoffs. Only a weirdo would get excited about making arrests, but heâs used to colleagues saying unsavory thingsâit comes with his line of work.Â
Growing restless from Prescottâs presence and already concocting a plan in mind, he stands with deliberate unhurriedness, then puts on his phoniest apologetic smile. âNature's call. Be back in a minute, P.âÂ
He doesn't wait for the otherâs answer as he strides away with a determined step.Â
He wants to find out who this Max guy is, and he has a feeling he won't like him.
Next chapter coming soon.
guys he's such a loser he's down bad already lmaooo
also d.c doesn't have a bail system but we're making shit up gang so please suspend your disbelief with me mwah
leon kennedy x reader, re4r!leon, smut, masturbation
leonâs all pent up from the gym and be wants you to see how he relieves his stress
leon doesnât know where he got the balls to command you to your knees, meaty fingers pulling at the band of his sweats. his feet are shoulder width apart, hips angled to your face with dangerous blue eyes studying your eager gaze. his breath is heavy like heâs possessed with lust, though he canât deny heâs also trying to conceal that he also needs to control his nerves. you dropped to your knees so fast, he didnât think itâd be this easy.
heâs quiet when pulling out his cock, weighted and stiffening with every fondle of it. thereâs a quake in his breath as he uses his other hand to pull his sweats a bit more below his hip. his body tingles from your pout, naturally stepping closer to you. you donât miss the grip he has on himself before pulling a slow stroke.
as if itâs instinct, your hands rest on his thighs, gently massaging them. itâs a sight to see from down here. the glisten of his tanned skin, pink cheeks, his beanie protecting his face from his hair while he was at the gym, the rise and fall of his bare chest and taut nipplesâ drunk off of you.
âopen your mouth,â leon instructs dryly before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. he sighs from your obedience, rolling his eyes. heâs so in love with you. itâs only when he sees your lips try to purse around the blushing tip does he speak up. âyouâre gonna catch it.â you know what that means: be obedient and keep your hands off of his work.
the look in your eye is studied by leon as you share a gaze. all the while leon slowly pumps the head of his cock. you definitely werenât expecting not being able to suck him offâ especially since heâs not the punishment type. but you dive deeper in his expression; itâs not an order, itâs an experiment. the smile he feeds you prompts you to do the same, becoming an active participant.
but you being you, you canât help but to joke with him. âdonât you think you should let me suck it just a little bit? why do all that work?â
leon laughs, hand leaving the hem of his pants to rest on his chest. ânoââ he breaths out, smile fading at the sound of your laugh, lips parting instead. he jumps in his own hand, high and excited, âshit,â he bites his cheek.
âi didnât know you could do that,â you chirp, eyes wide with amusement.
âyeah,â leon agrees, massaging his shaft a bit quicker. âme neither, you sound so pretty when you laugh.â again. another smile comes and goes as he works on himself, choking up a growl.
his hands work from the head to the base with a firm grip, wrist twisting as he stands hard in his palm. his hips chase his pumps, creating a rhythm that knocks him out of all conversation and sends his head back. his firm cock flinches in his hand, arm jiggling slightly with the extra weight heâs got from bulking this summer. instead of swearing, a mix of quietly slurred gurgles leave his throat.
you watch him carefully, body on fire from the scene. his tummy clenches with more intensity from every passing breath, whining when his index finger grazed the slick head of his dick. his head finally lifts, eyes back on you. âfuck,â he exhales. âi wanna see you spit on it,â he commands quietly.
his body visibly twitches as you stand on your knees, and positioning yourself to not spit, but drool on his aching cock. he uses your saliva to slick himself down, rubbing himself faster.
âkeep your mouth open, i wannaâ cum,â leon tries his hardest to keep a steady speaking voice but it shook the moment he got it out. âi wanna cum,â he repeats, more desperate, body slightly doubling over.
you sit on your heels once more, eager for him to fill your mouth. the hand that hung on his chest now holds the back of your head. you know youâre rule: no touching. but fuck, you really want to.
âiâm gonna cum,â he whispers, hand rushing to the base of his shaft to position his angry tip at your lips. âsuck it,â he begs, tapping it against your bottom lip.
âi thought you wanted me to catchââ
âeither i cum in your mouth or on your faceâ youâre gunna talk yourself into one of âem,â itâs supposed to be a playful threat but how bad can it be when both of you want it either way? âcome on, just the tip.â
though you listen, lips wrapping around the head of his cock and doing as your told. your tongue teases the slit where prepped precum oozes, that familiar taste inviting you back to him. your lips are tight around his rosy tip, feeling you bob your head, making him rumble out a fit of whines. âholy shit. ahâ shit.â
he doesnât mean to thrust deep into your throat as he fills you up. in fact, heâs actually very sorry but doesnât have the composure to pull out or remove his hand from the back of your head. your eyes water with each passing second, trying to keep your throat open so you donât choke. leon makes it hard. you donât mind, but your breath does. tapping his thigh alerts him to pull away and quick, stumbling back with a panting breath.
his body shivers him down from his high with a foggy brain that is trying its best to verbalize his worry for you. âfuck,â he checks on your coughing body, noticing your mouth messy and stained. âyou okay?â he quizzes, hand trapping the one you have on his leg. âiâm sorryâ iâm sorry if I,â he pants, âsorry if i hurt you, baby.â
now itâs you giggling, standing to your feet. âif you didnât nearly kill me it means you didnât like it.â leonâs smug grin gets wider at the end of your sentence, slipping you in his warm arms. âi donât know what pre workout that gives you this much energy, but i think you should keep taking it.â
âis that so?â leon prods your side with his finger in a lighthearted manner, leaning his head towards you for a sweet kiss. your nod provokes him to pull you closer. ânext time you may not be on your knees.â
âi always loved couples workouts. about time you asked me to one.â
i looove writing my smutty one shots but if we're talking favorites then it will be the series since they hold more of an emotional value in my heart
i don't wanna be basic but probably hofah and ygbo + desecrated (which is technically ygbo lol) because i really liked the horror aspect of it and it was a really cool challenge to write!
BUT i will say i'm also really excited about beyond priority, especially when we get to the good parts, it'll probably become one of my favorites too đ
the things you write about leon is so sick and twisted it makes me wanna throw up. thats a lot of peoples comfort character and yall just making him a rapist and be proud of it. im sincerely saying this, please get some therapy. if you don't have money online ones are cheaper. if you don't have enough money for that too there are plenty of people in the internet who will willingly help you about these thoughts. i don't understand even the slightest like... getting aroused by raping... i understand cnc but this shit is insane. and from what i understand you not only get aroused by having someone rape you, you also get aroused by raping. i totally understand that you are probably and most likely a victim. but this is not helping and is not coping. and also this website is Tumblr and not ao3. in ao3 you can choose the tags yk? i saw your nurse Leon one when i was just searching about Leon. i could also be a victim and that would trigger me. please reconsider your own actions.
okay so you yapped a whole lot but i'm gonna put aside the armchair psychology where you insinuate i'm into irl r*pe for a sec and just try to understand your thought process
you read the dead dove warning in bold red letters, then the extensive cw list, all on a dead dove tagged post, then still clicked on 'read more'? i'm confused đ€
i don't think i have to explain that fiction about pixel characters is different than real life, since i would think that's common sense i.e writing a slasher horror doesn't mean you want to murder people
but just for future ref, here's a pro tip: mute dead dove tags and block writers you don't like 𫶠it really is that easy đ
this came from the idea of innocent sweet rookie being a secret devil :') i decided to make an audio halfway through writing hence the late night upload đ
enjoy and please read the cw!
Audio link đ (i will also indicate below where it starts)
word count: 3k
cw: dead dove, non-con, somnophilia, hospital sex, comatose fem!reader, mentions of medical injury (car accident), seizures, medical inaccuracies (probably), sadism, nipple play, tit slapping, spitting, pubic hair pulling, degradation, cunnilingus, PIV, face slapping, facial, leon is a terrible human, 2nd pov and 3rd pov.
thank you to my bestie @sammimi19 for proofreading and for being all around awesome ilysm mwah đ
âCan you lift your head up for me? There you goâŠâ
A gentle voice accompanied by gentle hands adjust your pillow after you complained about it sliding too low. Their owner has become your favorite nurse during your short hospital stayâa true angel if you've ever met one. Blue eyes bring you comfort as you trudge through the pain and trauma from a car accident that left you with many injuries.
A broken radius, a fissured clavicle, and a Traumatic Brain Injury. All thanks to your shitty driver of a friend who got away with a single broken pinky. How unfair is that?
Three days of incessant lab tests, x-rays, and everything in between just to assess your cognitive functions since your forehead got banged pretty bad. The ugly bandage wrapped around your cranium proves it.
The worst, however, are the seizures you have started sporadically experiencing. The doctors say it's normal, although there is a risk the condition becomes long term, or worse, that a particularly bad seizure could push you into a coma. You shudder at the thought.
âWould you like more water?â The kind nurse, Leon, asks with a soft smile and pulls you out of your spiraling.
You missed him last night when he wasn't on call, you kept asking after him like a directionless puppy. Thankfully, he said heâll be around for the next multiple hours now that he came back for a shiftâto your great delight.
âNo, thanks⊠But, um, I canât find the TV remote.âÂ
You look around as you search for the device, the small television hung on the wall turned off. Cable is not exactly your favorite entertainment, but it beats boredom as your phone charges by the outlets.
âHm⊠When did you last have it?â he asks as he begins to eye search, his gaze trailing from your bedside table to your sheets.
âJust before my nap. But Iâm not sure where I put it.â
âDonât worry, weâll find it,â he reassures softly.
Itâs so simple, and yet it makes your heart flutter the way his voice is so soothing, his entire demeanor radiating kindness and sincere care. Although, youâre sure his handsome looks contribute to your attachment as well. The perfect pairing between masculine, strong features like his broad shoulders and defined cheekbones, contrasting beautifully with his plump lips and doe eyes.Â
Circling around the bed while you internally berate yourself for ogling him, he crouches to look under. When nothing comes of it, he straightens back before reaching for the thin blanket draped over your frame with a shy expression. âMay I?â
You nod with an equally shy smile, and he lifts the covers, patting a hand around the mattress with deliberate care not to touch you. His professionalism is probably the thing you have come to appreciate about him the most. Hell, he didnât steal a single glance even as he helped you change your top the day priorâa true gentleman. One that made you feel at ease during your vulnerable state when he could easily not care. Itâs particularly impressive considering his young age which you guess is no older than early twenties. Heâs simply the sweetest.
âAh, there it is,â he grins once he finds the remote poking from under your side. You blame the bandages covering your sore waist for not feeling it.
He retrieves it with utmost gentleness, then hands it to you gracefully, his dark blonde strands falling on his temple with the motion. His hair looks like the softest thing youâve ever seen.
âThank you, Leon,â you murmur in sincere gratitude.
He smiles, his rose dusted cheeks lifting endearingly. âMy pleasure.â
Youâre about to make a comment about watching yet another episode of Family Feud, when you suddenly sense a weird flavor on your tongue. You swallow, grimacing at the taste as it gets strongerâmetallic, but you're not bleeding. Then, you feel pins and needles along your legs, the sensation causing you to gasp in panic. You already know what's coming.
Leon seems to notice immediately as he moves closer with a frown, hands hovering over you like heâs ready to catch you if you fall. âSeizure?â he asks with concern.
âI-IâŠâ your voice stutters, nausea settling in your guts as your vision blurs. Youâre not sure how fast it happens, but one moment you're conscious, and the very next you black out.
With your awareness gone, youâre not awake to feel your body convulse and spasm in a grand mal seizure, your muscles cramping and your eyes rolling back.
The nurse moves quickly to rotate you onto your side, discarding the sheets tangling with your limbs and pulling down your collar for better airflow. His movements are practiced and professional, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration.
Then, with pursed lips, he begins to time the seizure on his watch. The protocol is clear; if it lasts longer than five minutes, it becomes status epiliticusâa life threatening condition.
The first minute passes, then the second, then the third. Your body continues to shake, and his ice blues continue to flicker between your contorting shape and the ticking time on his wrist. By the fourth minute, heâs already reaching for his radio, jaw tight as he waits for the worst. Five minutes. He makes the call without hesitation.
âCode Blue, room 206.â
After Lorazepam and Levetiracetam failed to stop the violent seizure, the woman was transported to the ICU for an induced coma through Propofol. It was the only way to preserve her life as her body wouldn't stop spasming.
Now, with her unconscious form strapped to various monitoring machines as she lays on a bed, her favorite nurse stands by her side in a dimly lit room. Itâs nearly midnight already, and the lights are turned low to preserve the natural circadian rhythm of the human conditionâsomething to help her comatose brain.
Leon peers down at her with an impassive expression. He remembers the way her face lit up earlier when he came in to start his shift, she was so happy to see him again. He knows he tends to be the favorite with his gentle approach and disarming look, and itâs exactly his goal. He loves to see everyone melt the second he offers a smile, it feeds his ego like no other.
The young man circles the bed with that same neutral look, until he comes to a stand right beside her head. Sheâs prettyâhe got lucky with this one. Her emergency state happened out of pure coincidence, but he isn't one to complain after the coma ward was left dry of any potential candidates for weeks. He had grown tired of checking the list of patients only to find seniors and children. It's so hard to get what you want sometimes.
When he reaches a hand to brush over her cheekbone softly, his touch is as tender as it always is, before he gives her face a light smack that makes a sound that causes him to crack a smile. This is about to be fun.
With the door locked and the hospital quiet, he knows he won't be interrupted during his work. Although, the thrill of being caught always makes things more enticing.
He rolls up the long sleeves peeking under his scrubs one by one in a clinical manner, not a moment of hesitation or doubt. Then, a whirring noise fills his ears when he readjusts the bedâs positioning, lifting it slightly so the woman is half sitting for his viewing pleasure. He then reaches to roll down the covers off her body swiftly, letting them bunch at the edge of the mattress.Â
All that separates them now is the thin, crinkly fabric of her hospital gown.
Leon doesn't lift it right away, he just stands at the foot of the bed and inhales a deep breath. The smell of disinfectant fills his nostrils and he closes his eyes. Heâs already getting hard from the scent alone. Oh, the memories of every secret encounter⊠It brings a serene smile to his handsome face.
With a featherlight touch, he traces her ankle like he has all the time in the world, letting his hand move higher and higher until it reaches the edge of the gown.Â
âWill you let me take a look?â he smirks, pretending for a moment that he will actually receive a response. Sometimes, he likes to act as if they actually want it.
He takes her comatose silence as consent and nods in satisfaction. âVery well, then.â
Leon pushes the fabric up her thighs, then her hips, her stomach, and all the way up her chest. Now he can see her breasts displayed for him and the diaper adorning her crotch. Cute.
âYou were so shy when I was helping you change yesterday⊠Now youâre showing it all to me. Youâre shameless.â
He chuckles, moving to her side to inspect her tits a bit better. First, a light caress of his right palm, and then a squeeze, groping the flesh like he owns it. Then, with both hands, he tweaks her nipples between index and thumb, rolling and pulling at the fragile flesh until they peak.
Suddenly, he slaps the two soft mounds hard, the sound reverberating across the silent room only filled with quietly beeping machine noises.
âYou know, for someone always acting so sweet, you have some really slutty tits⊠I wonder how many have played with them before me.â
Another slap, sharper this time, until his handprint leaves a mark to his great satisfaction. He would spend more time on her chest if peeking under her padded underwear wasn't making his dick twitch with anticipation.
For this, he climbs on the bed and kneels between her legs after pushing them apart. He peers down at her with excitement. She looks so stupid with her parted lips and closed lids, but he likes it when they're vulnerable.
A ripping noise emanates from the cotton resting on her hip as he tears the seams of the diaper on both sides with strong hands. When he pulls it open, he's almost disappointed to find the inner padding dryâitâs fun to shame them for pissing themselves when they can't control it. He sighs and rolls the disposable underwear tight before discarding it on the floor. He has more important things to pay attention to now; her pretty cunt.
Leon leans closer, blue eyes glinting with excitement as his hands come to frame her spread open pussy. It looks so cute with the light tuft adorning its mound, it gives him cuteness aggression and he can't resist pulling at the wiry hairs. If she was awake, she would yelp, but all he gets is a little breath hitch on her still stupidly peaceful face.
He sighs in contentment as he pinches the flesh hard enough that the skin caught between his pincers loses some color before it refills once he releases it. He just needs to be careful not to leave marks for other staff to notice, to his great dismay. If it was up to him, heâd carve his name on her ass with a scalpel just for the fun of it.
The nurseâs thumb trails down between her slit to rest at the top of her clit, giving it an experimental rub. The skin is too dry for the movement to be easy, so he doesn't hesitate to spit right onto the nub to make it glisten, biting his plump bottom lip at the sight.
âA slutty pussy too⊠Bet it gets used pretty often, huh? I know I would every chance I get,â he snickers.
With the lubrication of his saliva, heâs able to easily draw precise little circles on her bundle of nerves, noticing the way her breathing gets a bit faster the more he goes on. He spits more whenever her clit dries, rubbing and rubbing with utter fascination as his cock leaks steadily in his pants. He loves to make them wet for him. It proves to him they're all secret sluts who enjoy getting their pussies played with even in their sleep.
âAre you gonna cum, little whore? Iâm sure you will if I keep going, your cunt is starting to soak like it's begging for it,â he coos in his gentle voice.
He then brushes her entrance to collect the slickness that started to collect there just to prove his point, using that moisture to continue playing with her swelling bud, all puffy from stimulation. The increasingly fast beeping of the EKG is yet another indication of his success at pleasuring her as her heartrate quickens. It feeds his ego deliciously.
When her cunt involuntarily twitches, he can't stop himself anymore from leaning in just to seal his lips around her sensitive clit like he's tired of teasing himself. He suckles harshly, not caring if it's too much or if it hurtsâitâs not like the bitch can stop him anyway. He then spreads her labia further with his thumbs just to get full access, flicking his tongue on the soft flesh vacuumed into his mouth incessantly.
The spasming of her clit and the fluttering of her hole lets him know she's cumming like a needy slut, her breathing stuttering audibly. He moans, biting lightly on the nub, just enough for her pussy to jerk but not enough to injure. He loves every moment of her body reacting to him even in her unconscious state.
âGood girl,â he hums against her folds, slurping her sweet slick into his mouth with deliberate slowness. Heâs like a sommelier relishing in the most refined of drinks.
Once done, he leans back to lift his head, leaving a kiss on each of her nipples. He crawls over her properly as he lowers his stretchy pants just enough for his throbbing erection to peak out. There's only so much teasing heâs willing to do before taking what he wants.Â
Leon notches his tip into the sleeping womanâs glistening hole, then sheathes himself fully inside in one efficient thrust. No need to let her adjust or prep her prior for his fat length, if she has a complaint she can wake up to express it.Â
âFuckâŠâ he moans at the feel of her tight heat hugging him so snuggly it's borderline hard to move. She's probably not wet enough for the brutal fucking that will ensue, but heâll be damned before pulling out now.
He starts gaining rhythm, his thrusts matching the beat of her heartrate. With every beep, his cockhead nudges her cervix in a way he's sure she would whine about if she was awake. Too bad for her she can't do much about it.
âYou like this?â he pants, his voice whinier now that he's drowning in pleasure. âYou like your greedy hole filled? Shitâ I see the way you look at me⊠I know you fucking want this.â
The blonde receives no response from the womanâs jostling body that jerks with every slam of his hips, his hands planted firmly on either side of her waist like heâs fucking into a blowup doll rather than a person. The sight of her split open on his cock, taking it without so much as a fluttering of lashes makes him groan louder, his sadistic tendencies flaring.
âGood fucking whore. Knew I could count on your little pussy to open up for me... But then again, itâs not like you have much of a choice, do you, little slut?â
A thick glob of saliva splatters on her cheek when he spits on her face crudelyâno kisses for the fleshlight. âPretty bitches like you always act all high and mighty until your pussyâs getting raped. Then suddenly you're creaming on cock like a depraved prostituteâŠâ
Slapping her face hard enough her head lolls to the side, he spits on her again just to see the wetness land on her lips in the perfect picture of degradation. Then, he slows his thrusts just enough to reach for his phone in his pocket, then snaps a picture, the flash illuminating her sleeping features with a click.
âFucking perfect⊠If it were up to me, Iâd keep you sleeping here for as long as this pussy is still tight⊠Just so that I can pound her everydayânghâIâd knock you up if I could, little slut.â
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His moans grow louder and louder until he has to muffle them into her neck, his rabbitting hips making the old hospital bed creak repeatedly along with the noise of clapping skin. He can feel himself about to burst, even more so when her breathing stutters like she's also on the edge, but he refuses to touch her clit again. A single orgasm is more than enough generosity for a comatose fuckhole.
âNghâ Son of a bitchâŠâ he whines as he nears the point of no return, gyrating deep inside her then forcing himself to pull out just in time.
Then, without stalling, he moves up to jerk his wet cock in front of her face, making pathetically animalistic noises as he cums obscenely on her sleeping features. A thick load of spend coats her cheeks, nose and lips, with a spurt covering her eye without her even flinching.Â
With a heaving chest, the young man leans back to see his masterpiece, a beautiful illustration of abstract art on a pretty face. âPerfectâŠâ he murmurs with a sigh.
He doesn't bother cleaning her up right away as he moves off the bed to tuck himself unhurriedly. He then gives her wet pussy a condescending slapâas well as snapping another naughty pictureâbefore slipping a new diaper onto her hips. Finally, he pulls her gown back down her body, and tucks the sheets around her with his usual gentle care.
If not for the cum on her cheeks, no one would guess the sleeping woman was just raped by the hospitalâs favorite nurse with the way her heartrate has returned to normal, no sign of distress apparent. The thought makes him smile in prideâheâs gotten so good at this.
After taking a final photo of her desecrated face, he finally begrudgingly wipes the semen and spit that had started to dry, leaving her skin spotless despite his inner protests.Â
âI think you looked better when you were marked by me like a sweet cum rag⊠But there's always tomorrow, right?â he teases like she would respond to his joke with a shy giggle.
Except of course she doesn't. She stays completely still, entirely calmâthe perfect doll just for him.
disgusting... me next đ”âđ«
somnology because he's studying her coma with his dick haha get it? anyways... medical professionals please don't judge me too hard i really tried my best đ
Itâs another dumb family get-together hosted by your husband, which is basically an excuse for him to invite his brother and a few close cousins and get blackout drunk. This time, he uses the excuse of it being the holidays.Â
âItâs the best time for families to come together!â
His exact words to you as the first of the invitees showed up at your front door. Youâre honestly not surprised. Itâs something youâve come to expect from your husband. Itâs put a strain on your marriage, although he somehow seems oblivious to it. The only person to lend you a sympathetic ear about the whole thing is your brother-in-law, Leon.Â
He knows how much it bothers you, always giving you an empathetic smile once the drinking starts. Youâve noticed that he doesnât drink as much when heâs around his brotherâa fact that doesnât go unnoticed by your husband.Â
âWhat happened with you? Yâused to drink like a fish,â he laughs, face red. A few of the cousins chuckle along with him.
Leon shrugs with an easy grin in place, âJust like to take it easy these days. Enjoy the finer things in life.â
He shoots you a glance, and you go hot all over. Later, after everyone either passes out where they sit or go crashes in one of the guest rooms, Leonâs the last one standing to help you carry your lush of a husband to bed.Â
Your heart races when Leonâs hand brushes across your lower back; it could be seen as an accident, just him trying to help his brother stagger along, but you know itâs more than that. Excitement thrills through your body, making you bite your bottom lip while you glance at Leon from under your lashes.
The first time anything illicit happened, it wasnât even that bad. After helping your husband to bed, you sat on the couch with Leon and spilled your marital woes. He drew you in close, a sweet side hug, and the next thing you remember is grinding in his lap as you make-out on the couch.Â
Since that time, your physical relationship has tipped over into the taboo; itâs a very well-kept secret between the two of you. No one suspects a thingâleast of all your husband. As much as you hate the drinking and the constant informal parties, Leon makes the headache bearable.Â
Dumping your husband on the bed, you turn him in his side to help prevent any choking if he happens to get sick later. Leon stands behind you, body heat a beacon against your back.Â
He runs a hand down your arm. âYouâre so gorgeous.â
âLeon,â you whisper urgently, eyes glued to your husbandâs snoring face. âWait until we leave.â
âWhy? He wonât hear a thing,â he presses himself completely against you, rocking his bulge against the swell of your ass. âGonna fuck you right here, sweetheart. Break this bed in.â
Slick coats the gusset of your panties, fabric sticking to the lips of your cunt. Biting your lip, you let Leon lead you around the edge of the bed until heâs pushing you down onto your side.Â
He kisses you before slipping a hand under your dress to brush across your soaked slit.
âFuck, so wet already. You want my cock?â
âYes,â you whine. âWant it so bad.â
âBet he doesnât fuck you like you need, does he?â Leon goads, working your panties down and off your legs. âWhat a fucking loser.â
âLeon,â you gasp. âYou shouldnât say that about your brother.â
âWhy? Itâs the truth,â he cups your pussy, middle and ring finger parting your slick folds. âToo bad you married the wrong Kennedy, sweetheart.â
Whining softly, you roll your hips down into his hand, âLeon, please, just touch me.â
âI gotta finger this tight hole or âm not gonna fit,â he croons, fucking his fingers into your fluttering walls. âWe both know this little pussy hasnât had a cock this big.â
Keening in your throat, you ruck your dress up so Leon has easier access to the apex of your thighs.Â
âLook at that pretty hole,â he groans, fingers seeking out the spot at the front of your cunt that makes you squeeze down on the digits. âMarried pussyâs the best.â
âD-donât say that,â your thighs twitch, arousal burning hot in your belly.
âWhy not?â He grins, and it makes your heart race. âItâs true. Youâre married, and youâve got the best pussy Iâve ever had.â
Cunt squeezing down on his fingers, you tangle your fingers in the sheets, shooting a quick glance to make sure your husband is still passed out.Â
âI canât wait anymore,â Leon mutters to himself, fingers slipping from your wet heat with a wet schlick.Â
His middle and ring finger are shiny with slick as he pops them in his mouth with a groan. âTaste so good, but Iâm too impatient to lick you til you scream.â
You gasp, watching with dilated eyes while he takes his shirt off and pulls his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. The tip of his fat cock drips precum down the shaft, making your mouth water for a taste.
He grips the base and shakes his dick at you. âLook at you drooling over it. Bet youâd love if I fucked that sweet little throat. Donât worry, one of these days, Iâll have you choking and gagging all over my dick.â
You nod along with his words, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat and pussy dripping slick all over your thighs. Heâs big. Much bigger than your husbandâs dick; it sends a pulse through your cunt, knowing heâs about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock.
Kneeling in front of you, he humps your pussy, thick cock, sliding through your slick folds and across your clit. Whimpering, you part your thighs even further.Â
âPlease, Leon.â
His head presses against your hole but doesnât sink in any further. He grips his cock and rocks the tip in and out of your cunt.Â
âAm I gonna fit in this tight little hole, baby?â He mocks, slapping the fat head of his dick down onto your wet pussy. âGod, Iâm gonna stretch this little pussy out.â
Whimpering, your eyes dart over to your husband passed out on his side of the bed. Your marital bed is pretty bigâhe always complained about needing the spaceâand now youâre appreciating that fact more than ever.Â
Leon clicks his tongue. âWhat a poor, frustrated little pussy. Sheâs crying she needs my cock so bad.â
Choking out a moan, your head thrashes back and forth against your pillow while Leon sinks his thick cock inch by inch in your snug pussy.Â
âFucking hell, heâs not been giving it to you, has he?â
âUh uh,â you hiccup a whine. âYouâre too big. It hurts.â
âAww,â he leans forward, bottoming out in your pussy with a grunt. âWeâll just have to get this hole used to being so full. Doesnât that feel good?â
Your pussy flutters and pulses around his cock, slick coating his length. âFuck, itâs so big.â
âYeah, it is,â he chuckles before kissing your temple. âAnd your married pussy is a perfect fit. So snug and wet.â
Covering your mouth with your hand, you cry out against your palm as Leon begins to fuck you with hard, deep strokes. Eyes rolling back in your head and toes curling in pleasure, you rock your hips against his thrusts, pussy gripping his cock like a vice. His pelvis grinds against your clit every time he bottoms out in your cunt.Â
Itâs so unfair how good this feelsâknowing your husbandâs right next to you as his brother pounds into your needy pussy. The pleasure crests higher and higher, body jostling with the movement so hard your tits bounce underneath your dress.
âIâm gonna cum inside you,â he whispers, grinning down at you, sweat darkening his fringe. âCum all inside this cheating slutty pussy.â
âNo!â Your voice cracks. âYou canât! What about m-my husband?â
âWhat about him?â Leon swivels his hips, the fat tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot hard enough to make you squeal. âYouâre fucking gagging to have me stuff you. You love my cock rawing this sweet little puss.âÂ
âNoo,â you cling to his biceps, fingers digging into his skin.
âFine,â he sighs. âI guess Iâll just pull out andââ
You tangle your hands in his hair and bring him closer for a dirty, tongue-filled kiss, pussy walls gripping his dick tightly.Â
âPlease, donât,â you whine. âWant your cock, want you to cum in me.â
âFuck, baby, gotta keep quiet,â Leon laughs in your ear, dick slowly rutting in and out of your squelching cunt. âThis fat pussyâs so loud, gonna get us caught.â
âLeon,â you whine, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, thrusting harder into your clenching heat. âFeels so good, canât help it.â
âYeah? This tight pussy just canât stop creaming my cock, can she?â He coos in your ear, lips nipping at your lobe. âWant me to put a baby in this cheating pussy?â
Eyes fluttering closed, you moan loudly, legs wrapping around his waist to lock behind his back. âOh, please, want you to knock me up.â
âHell yeah, Iâll breed this hot little pussy,â he groans, moving up onto outstretched arms. His hips roll against yours, cock plunging deeper into your dripping hole. âGonna blow my load in your greedy cunt til it takes.â
Pulling out suddenly, he grips your hips to manhandle you over onto your front. He yanks your ass back, pressing his palm on your shoulders to push your head onto the pillow. His cock bullies back into your sopping wet pussy, the soundâplap plap plapâfilling the bedroom.Â
You moan into your pillow, drool soaking the material as Leon rails you into the bed you share with your husband.Â
He slows his pace, dragging his dick halfway out before sinking back in. âWhich cockâs better, mine or my brotherâs?â
âHuh?â Your brain is mush at this point, your thoughts concentrating on cumming all over his cock while he creampies you.Â
âI said which cock is better,â he thrusts deep enough the tip bumps your cervix, making you moan weakly. âMine or my brotherâs?â
You stumbled over your words, not able to think when he reaches under your body to play with your clit.Â
âBetter question,â he purrs into your ear, âwhich cock do you love? Hmm? The one that makes you cum? The one thatâs gonna breed this fat pussy til sheâs pregnant? OrâŠâ
He pulls out, and you whine while he smacks his wet cock against your ass, âSome fucking cuck who passes out while his brother dicks down his wife?â
âWhatâs it gonna be, baby?â He teases the tip in and out, in and out, until you finally press your ass back against him.Â
âYours, Leon,â you nearly sob when he fucks his cock back into your cunt. âLove your cock, sâthe only one that makes me cum.â
He humps your ass, dick pounding at your drippy hole. âAnd? Câmon, what else?â
âA-and itâs the only cock I want to creampie my pussy,â you mewl, thrusting back against him. âPlease, Leon, want you to cum in me. Cum in my cheating little pussy til you knock me up.â
âGoddamn,â he groans, fucking you so hard and fast the bed shakes. âGood fucking girl, gonna breed this needy pussy, gonna knock up my brotherâs wifeâfuck!â
He slips his hand around your hip and begins rubbing your slippery clit in quick circles.Â
âCum for me, want this slutty pussy creaming my cock so I can fill her up,â he bites the shell of your ear. âCum for me, so I can give you a baby.â
He slaps your clit with the flat of his fingers, and it pushes you over the edge, climax overtaking your body. You squirt, slick gushing from your hole to coat his pelvis and run down your thighs.Â
âFucking hell, thatâs it, baby, show me how much this pussy likes my cock,â Leon moans.Â
You shake and scream, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the noise. Fireworks explode behind your eyes while your pussy milks his cock over and over, dripping slick all over the two of you.Â
âThatâs it, fuck, gonna breed you nice and deep like I promised,â Leon curses under his breath and thrusts a few more times against you before sinking to the hilt.Â
Hot, thick spurts of cum fill your fluttering walls until it spills out around his cock. Rutting against your ass, he grinds his cock in your pulsing cunt. After a few minutes, he takes in a deep breath and pulls out with a low groan. You lay there, panting heavily into your pillow, body completely spent.Â
He smacks the head of his cock against your sensitive and puffy cunt, âSince this naughty little pussy is just leaking out all my cum, guess Iâll have to stuff it again.â
Itâs not weird to be invited along with your dad to a work function. You honestly find them kinda funâ meeting all these people from your dadâs work stories is interesting. Hunnigan usually waylays your entrance, chatting amiably about college and your masterâs thesis. Then thereâs Chris, a big, burly man who always smells like Marlboro reds and mint; he likes to tease Leon about stealing you away and treating you to an actual nice night out.Â
Your dad never rises to his bait, ignoring you both in favor of grabbing another free drink from the mini bar.Â
âSuit yourself,â Chris calls out, grabbing your elbow and guiding you further into the rowdy crowd of people.Â
You glance back and catch your dad checking you out, eyes staring at your ass before his gaze flicks up and he smirks at your wide-eyed gaze.Â
âIâll catch up later,â he nods, never breaking eye contact until Chris finally pulls you around a corner and out of sight.Â
Itâs hours later, and youâre still nursing the same drink. There are fewer sober people than youâd think at a government function, but youâve never seen it turn out otherwise. Leonâs been slowly making his way around the room, glad-handing with the higher-ups and shooting the shit with the people he truly respects.
You, on the other hand, sequester yourself in the corner; less of a social butterfly and more of a nervous moth, you prefer to keep away from everyone once theyâre three sheets to the wind. Sherryâs someone who has been chatting with you off and on, promising you a tour of the new office space.Â
âItâs so much better, itâs stupid,â she laughs, face red from drinking, âLeon says itâs a waste of money, but heâs halfway out the door anyway, so if theyâre gonna give us chairs with lumbar support, then sign me up.â
You laugh softly, draining the rest of your drink just as some nameless woman grabs Sherry leaving you alone once again. Goosebumps race down your arms when you feel a line of heat at your side, the smell of dark cherry and wood smoke making you breathe deep.Â
âSo you wanna see the office?â Your dad asks, a teasing tone to his voice.Â
You tilt your head toward him, eyebrows raised in surprise. âYouâll show me? Sherry said you thought it was dumb.â
âIt is,â he chuckles, taking your glass and setting it on a random desk alongside his empty one once he drains the rest of his whiskey.Â
Your eyes land on his Adams apple, watching his throat bob as he swallows and your cunt pulses.Â
âCome along, little girl,â he laughs, crows feet wrinkling as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and walks you away from the crowd to the bank of elevators down the hall.Â
Your heart beats in double time; the grip of your dadâs hand on your shoulder plants dirty thoughts into your headâ of that broad palm wrapping around your neck.. maybe groping your tits through your shirt until he can pinch your hard nipples. Once inside the elevator, his arm drops away as he punches in a button for one of the upper floors.Â
When he glances over at you, he chuckles at the pouty expression on your face.Â
âWhatâs that look for?â
He steps closer and closer until youâre pressed against the metal wall, the rail digging into your lower back while he braces his hands against it on either side of your body.Â
âHmm? Cat got your tongue?â
The smell of whiskey on his breath makes you wet, slick pooling into the gusset of your panties.Â
âDad..â you whisper, biting your bottom lip, âwe could get in trouble.â
âTrouble?â He grins, bumping his nose into yours. âThink I canât delete the tapes?â
He presses your mouths together, and you sigh, sinking into the dirty kiss as he licks wetly past your lips. You canât believe this is happening. Whining, your hands come up to tangle in his messy blonde hair, tugging gently when he sucks on your tongue.Â
âTaste so good,â he whispers against your mouth before dragging his lips down your jaw, âgonna eat your chubby cunt right on top of my desk.â
âDad,â you whimper, rocking your hips forward, and he groans, hands sliding from the rail to wrap around your waist, âpromise we wonât get caught?â
âI promise, baby,â he coos in your ear, âbut youâll have to let me cream your sweet pussy just to be on the safe side.â
âFuck,â your eyes flutter while he sucks on your neck, âyes, yes, Iâll let you cum in me.â
âGood girl,â he bites the hinge of your jaw, âIâll breed you so good your birth control might not work.â
Toes curling in your flats, you gasp and grind down on the bulge in his dress pants.
âMmm, like that? I know you do, sâwhy Iâm gonna creampie that needy cunt. Gotta breed my daughter so she knows her place,â his breath gusts across your face and you moan, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat. Â
The ding of the elevator makes him pull away from you, hand squeezing your hip before leading you out into an unseen hallway. Your mind feels hazy, arousal so potent that the walls and floor all bleed together into one nondescript area. Heâs talking and pointing out various desks, but you honestly could care less at this point.
âAnd hereâs my desk,â he stops and gestures to a bland wooden surface with two picture frames and a sleek laptop.Â
You glance around, noting heâs the last in the aisle of cubicles.Â
âWhy donât you have an office?â
He laughs, âNever here enough to have one. Also, donât kiss enough ass.â
You walk around and sit down in his office chair, twirling around before suddenly stopping as Leon steps over to you and grabs the handles.Â
âDidnât I say I was gonna eat your hot, wet cunt, princess?â His eyes drag down your body, âget your ass up on the desk.â
Stumbling to your feet, your dad grabs your hips and hoists you up, shoving the laptop to the far edge and rattling the picture frames. You glance over at them and see one with your parents and you at your kindergarten graduation and the second of you accepting your bachelorâs on an atrium stage.
âEyes on me,â he pinches your thigh, âwe can stroll down memory lane later.â
âDad,â you hiss, squirming on his desk as he pinches you again and reaches under your skirt to tug your panties off.Â
Clear strings of slick web between the fabric and your glistening pussy lips making him groan in his throat.Â
âFuck, you always look good enough to eat,â he pockets your panties and pushes your skirt up.Â
Crying out, you try to pull your legs back in as he leans down and kisses your slit. His gun calloused hands grip your thighs and press you open even wider.
âCâmon sweetheart, let daddy lick your pretty cunt,â he coos, blowing air across your mound.Â
âDad, shouldnât we wait til we get home,â you whimper as he licks up your slick leaking down your thighs.Â
âI canât wait,â he murmurs, ânow try not to be too loud.â
He flattens his tongue and laps at your cunt, parting your folds and pressing the tip into your hole. A whine spills past your lips and Leon groans, hungrily licking into your pussy like heâs never tasted anything so good.Â
He sucks on your clit with the perfect amount of suction that has your toes curling and eyes rolling back. His hands come up and pull your pussy open, letting him lick and kiss and suck your swollen bundle of nerves until youâre humping his face.
The sound of his trousers being undone sends fresh slick gushing from your hole.Â
âY-you said you were just going to eat me out,â you whimper, lust and anxiety battling in your chest, âif weâ I-I canât be quiet, you know Iâm loud.â
He ignores your whining to pull away from your pussy, chin shiny and wet. He stands flush with the desk and slaps his cock down onto your cunt, a soft plap plap plap, making you buck into the heat of his dick.Â
âIâll shut you up if I need to,â he ruts his cock against your clit and you wrap your legs around his waist.Â
âDad,â you drag out the word while he teases you, swiping the uncut tip up and down your folds before dipping it into your hole.Â
His dick notches against your cunt and he thrusts forward, but it slips upward, parting your slit to bump your pudgy clit. You whimper when you feel his balls press against your ass.Â
âFat pussyâs having some trouble taking me, huh?â He chuckles, grabbing the base of his cock and pressing it against your hole again, âdonât worry, daddyâll make it fit.â
He uses his thumb to press on the head of his dick, guiding himself slowly into your pussy, removing his hand once your walls grip and suck him in further. You both let out sighs and groans as he fucks his cock in deeper until heâs buried to the hilt inside your cunt.Â
âSo fucking tight,â he growls, pulling out halfway to thrust back inside, âso much better than your mom.â
Your pussy ripples and clenches while you cry out, his words burning hot in your ears. He doesnât let you take any time to adjust to his size and starts a slow, hard pace, cock bullying in and out of your pussy and rattling his desk. It almost overrides the sound of voices coming from the other side of the room.Â
âFuck, she would come up here,â your dad pushes you flat against the desk and cages your body, dick grinding deep in your pussy and making you whine.Â
His hand clamps down around your mouth and your eyes flutter, mouth panting against his palm. Sherryâs voice floats out from wherever sheâs at, followed by another feminine voice as they walk around the office. You canât make out what theyâre saying, as the new angle has your dadâs cock rubbing against your g-spot.Â
âThank god their desks are at the front,â he bites your ear, humping your pussy with quick, rough thrusts, âthey donât even know Iâm breeding my slutty daughter just a few feet away.â
You clench down tightly on his cock and he hisses, eyes staring down at you as he grins.Â
âYeah? Maybe we could let them watch, see how much you like your dad creaming your hot pussy,â he uses his other hand to slip between you and rub your clit, âthink theyâd be surprised that my daughterâs just a little breed slut.â
His fingers thrum across your swollen bud, and pairing that with the way his cock grinds against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt has your orgasm rolling over your body. He laughs mockingly and pumps his cock in and out of your squelching hole.Â
âMy little girl always cums so hard,â he grunts softly, âgonna breed your slutty fucking pussy, fuck, gonna knock you up.â
Your pussy flutters and milks his cock as he buries himself balls deep and shoots his load. He drops his head into your neck as he slowly ruts inside your cunt, hot sticky cum flooding your walls until itâs dripping out of your stuffed hole.Â
Distantly, you hear Sherry and her friend talking and laughing. Your mindâs still dizzy, and you canât believe you almost just got caught being creampied by your dad. The flex of his cock pulls your thoughts back to him, and you realize heâs slowly thrusting in and out of your pussy, cum dripping all over his desk.Â
âJust knowing theyâre there,â he growls in your ear, âfuck, âm getting hard again. You wonât mind if daddy breeds you some more, right, baby?â
Is Nora kinda like a self insert? whatâs the difference?
all of my reader work is self insert so you bet your ass my oc is at least some level of self insert too lmaoo
seriously speaking tho, as much as we share similarities, she's still an entirely different character that does/says/likes/dislikes things that i don't
i wanted an oc that wasn't the default white blue eyed blonde girl that i grew up reading about on wattpad, so i made one that fit the usual traits of my ethnicity to give some representation to non-caucasian characters
when i write a fic, whether with oc or reader, i try to make the fmc's actions make sense within the context of the story, so the fmc will always hold some my of own 'logic,' but nonetheless they're still made up people who function by the rules of fiction and storytelling, so they will always be different no matter how self indulgent
also keep in mind that the very concept of fanfiction is self indulgent, it manifests differently for each writer, but we're all just nerds playing dolls with fictional people âš
