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Please just listen to meâŠOlder retired Leon, living in a small suburban neighborhood that brings peace to his mind after endless years of working for the DSO.
Thereâs not much going on in Leonâs life anymore. JustâŠA boring retired old man. Sometimes he would go to the sleazy old bar in town, take a pretty girl to his bed all before finding her gone the next morning.
That was pretty much the only excitement in Leonâs life, oh, and his beloved motorcycle of course. Definitely expanded his collection with a few old and new bikes, just for some variety of course.
Being retired was something he of course knew would happen one way or the otherâŠBut Leon didnât expect to be thrown out so soon. All because a few old achy bones of his and now he was âdoneâ? He was fine. But nonetheless, what could he do now? His life would be forever dullâŠNot until you showed up.
A sweet little thing, just like the ones at the bar, but even better, moving into the old cottage colonial style home right next to him. Your hair silky and soft, dressed so feminine and sexy, all dolled up and pretty for the big move! No ring, and no husband in sight. Perfect for Leon to just pounce.
Leon just had to offer help. How could any man allow a beautiful doll like you to carry and lift all those heavy boxes? Plus, it let him show off those god sculpted muscles of his. You just had to be stubborn and remind him that you totally canât can do all of this yourself!
By the end of the day, every single piece of furniture was unpacked and assembled, boxes thrown out, and all interns were in their designated place. Leon had even known a few little things about you! Like how you moved to accept a new teaching job, you recently graduated, you have two little adorable ragdoll cats that wouldnât leave him alone while he was putting together your bed frame.
Days had gone in a bliss. Small knuckles hit against the wooden door, causing a grumble to fall from Leonâs lips. Probably those god damn salesmanâŠHeâd show them how to make a real fucking sale this time if they didnâtâ
âI-I made you cookies!â
Does anyone want a series? Please let me know! I want to work on a fic/drabble series but want to please all of you as well! ˶ᔠᔠá”˶
having depression makes your friends seem like the coolest most put together people on earth like wow... you got out of bed, had breakfast, went to work, AND spent some time on a hobby when you got home....? that's so impressive you're like superman or something. can i borrow your power.
I feel like older Leon like, specifically coming up on Vendetta Leon is a whiner. Like in some cases heâs definitely grunts and huffs and pants but heâs not as young as he used to be, so when youâre bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it all he can do is hold your hips with shaky hands and breathy moans bordering on whines of âJesus- fuck, baby- baby wait- give me a second to- Oh, fuck.â And itâs so raw??? Because heâs such a physically strong man and yet you have his burying his stubbled face into your neck with a whimper as he fights to stop his eyes from rolling back at the feeling of your cunt sucking his dick in whole like you might never let him go. Well, not until he shoots his load deep into that cute pussy of yours, thatâs for sure.
âź leon eating his bunny girl out from the back âź
fem bunnyhybrid!reader x older!leon â€ïžâŹ inspired by this post, pussy eating, fingering, spit stuff, crazy daddy kink (I can't help myself don't gang up on me), leon being a grade A munch <3 | MDNI
For as long as Leon could remember, you've always been a demanding bunny. Maybe it's his fault for spoiling you rotten, but your patience was basically nonexistent.
You wanted a treat? You'd butt your nose against him and bite at his shirts until he was hauling his ass into the kitchen. You wanted his attention? He wouldn't even get the chance to ask before hearing your foot thump on the floor, making your displeasure clear.
For a ball of fluff with floppy ears, you have quite the attitude. All pouts and nose twitches and so so many huffy sighs. Can't stand wearing clothes and prance around in nothing but cotton panties. Sleep in his bed, eat his food, take up his space. God forbid he tries to take a piss with the bathroom door closed. But worst of all was when you felt needy, no shame in you as you hump at his thighs and leave snail trails on his jeans.
You're spoiled rotten to the core but Leon doesn't care enough to discipline you. Not when you make the cutest noises as he gives into your whims.
You look perfect like this. Face buried in the bed sheets and ass up in the air, cheeky hands spreading yourself out for him. That chubby cunt of yours is practically drooling like always, it's like you're constantly in heat. Wriggling your hips as your silly tail swished to and from in anticipation. You really are the vision of temptation in Leon's eyes. Something straight out of his wet dreams.
"Can never catch a break with you, huh? Putting even more gray hairs in my head," he mused, not even bothering to undress as he knelt at the foot of the bed before you. You've been a good enough girl today anyways, waiting oh-so-patient for him to get back from work. And yeah, you tore your panties off and chewed up another pair of his slippers, you were just too precious not to please. And besides, who doesn't like eating pussy?
Worn out rug under his knees and calloused hands on the fat of your thighs, letting his breath fan against your skin. You're so sensitive it drives him crazy, your tail giving a twitch with every touch. A cottontail sweetheart is what you are, all for him to touch. "So pretty..." he murmured to himself. "Daddy's perfect bunny."
Leon is not one to rush. He took his time savoring you, peppering open-mouthed kisses at the inside of your thighs with a hum. You're like a drug, making his brain loopy with lust. Your musk dangerously sweet as it filled his lungs, his hands roaming over your plush ass to feel every inch of you. You're angling for him and he knows it with every little whine from your lips and wiggle of your tail but he wants to drag this out for you. Letting his lips wander, leaving a trail of spit and little nips, moaning into your soft body, up up up. Making little chomping noises to hear you giggle and raking his nails over your sides to tease you. Lips never ceasing as he marked you up with love bites and drool, higher and higher until the curve of his nose brushed against your slick folds.
And of course, you're always too eager for more more and more, pushing your hips against his nose fully and grinding against his face. It actually earned a chuckle from him, steadying your movements with a firm squeeze to the hips. "Relax, you're gonna bust my nose."
"But I need my daddy!" Right, of course. Who cares if you bust his nose. As long as his mouth still works. He just laughed again and sighed, chalking it up to you being your usual bratty self. You were never one to appreciate being edged anyways.
Leon is patient until he's not. Nothing gets him going like hearing you babble daddydaddydaddy! again and again as he dragged his tongue over your sodden folds, giving a hum of approval as you pull your sticky lips apart so he could lap at your clit with ease. You're like a pornstar when those saccharine moans leave your lips, sounds all muffled as you only hid your face more into the sheets. "Cmon, be a good bunny for daddy," he crooned, words muffled his face stuffed between your pretty cunt. You're coating his lips like lipgloss and with all that spit he's got slick soaking his stubble. Got your essence and musky scent on his skin, marking him up in your own way. Making it well-known that he's your daddy and you're his bunny and anyone who tries to change that will get their slipper chewed by you.
It's not long until he's got his neck awkwardly craned upwards to suckle on your clit, two fingers to stuff you full. He might wake up the next day with a sore neck but who gives a fuck when you whining and moaning for your daddy to make you cream, your darling little tail twitching faster and faster as get closer to cumming. He can feel it, practically smell it (no he can't, he's just delusional), in total awe as you throw ass back to fuck yourself on his fingers. Nasty squelches and little shlickslickslick's cloud Leon's head and all he can do is kiss and suck your clit and curl his fingers on your sweet spot to make you see stars.
Back and forth, back and forth your little cottontail goes as you finally cum, cunt walls spasming around his fingers as you cry out. It's ragged and whinny and real, thighs trembling and body tensing up. He could stay here forever, die and come back to life between your puffy folds. The suckles on your clit turn to little kitten licks and finally feather-light kisses, four pecks on your sensitive bud for the four letters in his name.
"That's my perfect girl, look at you. Daddy loves you so much, dad-Ow!" So much for trying to give you post-orgasm praise. Because your thighs promptly give out just as he starts to speak, basically sitting on his face.
And damn you and your little giggles, fizzling out what little annoyance he had. A few more kisses to the back of your thighs and a playful tug to your tail and enough is enough. He pulled away to stand up with a groan because carpet still isn't enough cushion for his old man knees, rolling you on your back. And, holy fucking shit, you really are the bunny of his dreams. Drooly lips and floppy ears that do their best to cover your teary eyes.
"I...need a nap," you announced, already curling up as you yawned. Always so straight to the point. His dick's probably about to explode from neglect but he doesn't care all that much when he sees his little girl so sleepy, climbing into bed and pulling you to his chest. You fit in his arms like a puzzle piece, a leg lazily tossed over his shoulder and your head slotted under his chin so he could kiss the base of your ears and get a whiff of that nice shampoo he uses on you.
Bunnybunnybunny. My bunny. All mine. All mine. Leon has absolutely got to get you a collar soon with his name on it. And soon.
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your eyes were locked on leon's arms as he stayed holding you close, seeking your comfort after a long day of work. leon was a very touch starved man, so he'd let you straddle his lap like this whenever you wanted to.
leon wasn't paying attention to you, his eyes were fluttering open and shut as he was clearly exhausted from working all day.
your eyes didn't leave leon's big muscular arms. his arms still looked big even when he was relaxed and not flexing his arms.
you suddenly got the urge to bit his arms. you glanced back at leon, noticing how peaceful he looked. you felt guilty at first for what you were about to do, you didn't want to disturb his rest, but you were insatiable for his arms.
"ow!" leon grunted as he felt your teeth sink into his arm muscle. you didn't bite hard, you just gave his arm a little chomp.
"sorry." you replied as you pulled back, feeling guilty. leon blinked at you, a bit confused by the action.
"the hell was that for? i'm not a chew toy." leon said as he leaned he head back. you glanced back at the teeth mark on his arms from where you nipped him like a bunny.
"your arms just looked nice, i wanted to bite them, i don't know..." you replied shyly.
leon sighed and shook his head as he glanced back down at you, a small smirk on his lips, although he was tryna hide it.
"you're such a weirdo." leon replied, shaking his head as he moved to pull you closer to him, pressing your body against his.
"you like my arms, huh?" he asked you. you nodded.
he wrapped your arms tighter around your body and you shifted a bit so your face could be buried in his muscles. you felt his muscular arms flex as they wrapped snuggly around your body. leon gently played with your hair as you practically suffocated in his muscles.
"you okay? you're not uncomfortable, right?" leon asked you. you shook your head. no, you weren't uncomfortable, how could you be? you were snugged up against leon's arms, you were in heaven. (˶ᔠᔠá”˶)
Content Warning: Psychological manipulation, gaslighting, stalking, implied threat of harm, fear, tension, male manipulation and confinement.
As always, Reader discretion is advised.
Y/N stares at the gauze wrapped around her forearm. The events of the day finally catching up to her as her adrenaline crash consumes her. The interior of Leonâs car is familiar. Itâs small and cozy. The khaki dashboard is decorated with little rubber ducks accrued over the years.Â
âSoâŠ. What happened in there? You donât scare easily, Y/N.â Leon remarks, his azure eyes flitting to her as she observes the bandaging. She lays her hand down on her thigh and sighs. â⊠I⊠Someone was chasing me through the maze. They-â
âY/N⊠Come on now. Are you sure it wasnât a scare actor?â He cuts her off gently, his hand leaving the steering wheel to rest on her own. Her gaze snaps from their hands to his face and she shakes her head.Â
âNo. I know it wasnât a scare actor.â She barks out a little more forcefully than she intended. Leon flinches and retreats his hand, placing it back on the wheel. She sees the twitch in his face as he sets his jaw with a soft sigh.Â
âWhy are you so adamant about that? Did something else happen?â He probes further. She lets out a huff. âLeon⊠Someone-some guy has been texting me-âÂ
âIs it Luis? You know he has a pension for trying to be the knight in shining armor.â Leon snickers and rolls his eyes, trying to lighten the mood. The action makes Y/N laugh as well and shake her head.Â
âThatâs what I thought too, but⊠Then they started to send photos of me⊠Photos from todayâŠâ She leans back in the seat and shifts her head side to side, trying to get comfortable. Something reflective glints in her eye and she blinks a couple times.Â
âYeah, I mean the mention of your skirt, the hayride, the photo of you getting off the wagon-â
âWhat?â Her attention snaps back to Leon.Â
âWhat?â He asks and tilts his head, keeping his eyes on the road. Y/N swallows thickly, her heart starting to speed up just a tad.Â
âI didnât⊠I didnât get a photo⊠of me getting off the wagonâŠâ She murmurs slowly. Leonâs plush pink lips tighten into a frown. He flits his eyes to meet hers before turning back to the road.
âAre you sure? You mentioned something like that earlier-â
âNo.â Y/N gruffs out with conviction. âNo, I didn't get a photo like that⊠Come to think of it, LeonâŠI didnât mention the photos at allâŠâ She shuffles in the seat and that damn glinting catches her eye again. Leonâs hands tighten around the leather steering wheel as Y/N turns her attention to the item, frustrated at the random beam of light. Her expression drops as she realizes what was reflecting into her peripheral⊠A knife.. A real knifeâŠColoured with smears of drying blood..
Leonâs blue eyes seem to go stormy as he shifts his gaze to her. He lets out a sigh and his voice drops a few octaves into a timbre that Y/N has never heard beforeâŠ
 âOh princessâŠ.âÂ
Click.Â
The doors to the jeep lock.
âYou really are too perceptive for your own goodâŠâ
A Message, A Maze, A Mask...
{Ghostface!Leon x Reader} 1/6
Content Warning: This chapter contains themes of stalking, unwanted messages, and implied threats that may be unsettling to some readers. It also features horror elements, suspense, and mentions of past violent incidents.
As always, Reader discretion is advised.
Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, laying on her bed. The soft beats of music floated around her in the background as she perused a magazine with half interest. A message chimes on her phone in a group chat between Y/N, Claire and Jill, nicknamed âWho has the Braincell?â
Claire-Bear: Y/N! Clear plans! Weâre going a town over for a hayride!Â
Jilly-Bean: And a horror themed corn maze. And fried food.
Y/N smiled at her friendâs enthusiasm and picked up her phone to text back.Â
Y/N: Yeah? Bringin the guys?
Jilly-Bean: Which ones? Is it a dealbreaker for whether or not you go?
Y/N: Dunno. Iâll answer when I have a guest list. :p
Claire-Bear: Chris is working, might get off early to come. Carlos is sick. Leon is unknown. Luis is out of town.Â
Y/N: MmmmmmmmâŠ
Claire-bear: Ohhhh câmooooooon!
Jilly-Bean: Iâll buy you your first elephant ear.Â
Y/N: Deal.
Claire-Bear: Yaaaaay!!! Pick you up in 30.
Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes, putting her phone down as she turned her attention to her closet.
What to wear, What to wearâŠ
As she picked up her phone to text the group chat if they were dressing up, she noticed a new notification from an unknown number.Â
???: Picking out what to wear?
???: That little burgundy leather skirt is always cute.
Um. Ok weirdâŠÂ
Y/N: Tf? Who is this lol
???: Youâll find out soon enoughâŠ
Y/N: Lame. Super lame. Luis, if youâre just fuckin with meâŠ
???: Not Luis, princess.
???: Luis is in Spain. Isnât he?
Y/N rolls her eyes once more and scoffs. âSo one of those fuckers wanna mess with me⊠Iâll just ignore it. Theyâll joke about it tomorrow or whatever, and Iâll know who the guilty party is then.â
With a shrug she tosses her phone down and turns back to the closet. Plucking a black knitted sweater from the hangers, her gaze lingers to the burgundy skirt mentioned by the unknown number. Pushing her lips to the side, she pulls the skirt down from the closet as well.Â
???: Very good choice.Â
???: Canât wait to see it on you tonight.
Ok. Thatâs just creepy. She scowls at the screen and starts to type back.
Y/N: ⊠Creep. Iâm blocking this number now. Byeeee~
And she does just that. Blocks the mysterious number and goes about getting ready for the little outing with her friends.
~~~
Claire and Jill arrive to pick up Y/N in Chrisâ black jeep.
âSoooo Chris super isnât coming. He got home from work and looked like hell, so heâs gonna relax for the night with Leon.â Claire chirps as Y/N slides into the back seat.
âThatâs a shame. I was so excited to hear him scream like a little girlâŠâ Jill muses and rests her arm against the window of the door. Thereâs a soft ripple of laughter in the car before Y/N speaks up.
âTheyâll probably just watch football and drink that cheap beer they like.â Thereâs a collective shudder at the memory of the stuff.
âWell, it doesn't matter. We can just make it a girls night! Hey, Y/N, arenât your parents out of town? We can do a sleepover at yours~â Claire sing-songs.Â
âClaire, we donât have a change of clothes⊠And I need my work shirt for tomorrow.â
âYyyyyyeah, and I need to clean up a bit before I have you guys over⊠But Iâd love t-â
âOh you two are so closed minded!! After our little⊠Excursion, Jill and I can run to our places and get our clothes while you can clean up your house a bit and then weâll pop over. Itâs Halloweekend!! Stop being a bunch of spoilsports!!â Claireâs using the tone she reserves for when sheâs really, really determined about something⊠It causes Y/N and Jill to realize they aren't going to win this oneâŠ
â⊠If Y/Nâs good with it, Iâm good with it.â Jill surmises and tosses a glance back to the aforementioned woman. Y/N shrugs and smiles.Â
âWell then, I guess Iâm having guests!âÂ
For the rest of the drive, Claire chatters incessantly about picking up wine, stopping at a Redbox and picking up snacks. Itâs just background noise to Y/N as she stares out the window.Â
Her phone buzzes and she turns it over to look at the screen.
???: Have fun in the maze. I just canât wait to see you, Princess.
Her lips curl into a frown.Â
âWhat the fuckâŠ?â She murmurs and Jill picks it up, turning her head.Â
âWhatâs up, Princess?â Jill asks casually. Y/Nâs head snaps up.Â
âAh, shit sorry⊠Iâve been getting these texts from this unknown number lately and theyâve been weird. Stalker-y.â She says and hands Jill her phone.Â
âI blocked a number earlier, but they reached out from a new number. Itâs just creepy.â Jill takes a moment to read over the texts and scowls as well.Â
âYeeeeeeaaaaaah⊠Y/N, this is something you need to bring up. Theyâre almost like-â Claire, who was reading over Jillâs shoulder sporadically, finishes Jillâs sentence.Â
âAlmost like the texts the victims last year gotâŠâ
The car falls into a lull of uncomfortable silence.Â
â⊠But that was a whole county overâŠâ Claire breaks the silence.Â
âAnd they caught the guy⊠Jack something⊠Kristoff?? Kreuger? Brauser?â Jill adds, feigning confidence in her own words.Â
ââŠMaybe⊠Maybe itâs just a sick prank?â Y/N offers with a shrug.Â
âLike one of the guys messing with me. Trying to get a rise out of me, yâknow?â
The trio shift in their seats, the raised anxiety palpable.Â
âNonetheless... Keep an eye on them... If you need to tell anyone, tell Chris. Heâs a cop, remember?â Jill pipes up and hands Y/N her phone back. Silence falls over the group one more time before Claire lets out a sharp sigh and puts on a smile.Â
âHey! Why donât we let it lie for now. Itâs girls night!! We should be excited. We shouldn't be allowing some creep to ruin the vibe!â She chirps. The other two occupants of the car nod and attempt to push off the nervous air that surrounded them.Â
âYeah! Itâs our night! Fuck that guy!!â Jill agrees. Y/N can only nod along and take a silent, deep breathâŠÂ
Hoping that this will all blow over soonâŠ
~~~
The black jeep crunches on the gravel of the parking area. Swaths of people ranging in ages mill about and chatter amongst themselves. Claire, Jill and Y/N all step out of the car and look around. There are food trucks and little wooden produce stalls scattered about in an organized chaos, but positioned in a way that they catch the attention of guests coming in from their cars or leaving the activities for the evening. The smell of fried food is heavy in the air and Y/N canât help but salivate a little. She turns to Jill.Â
âYou better make good on that offer to pay for the elephant ear.â She says with a playful sternness, accompanied with an accusatory point of a finger. Jill just laughs and nods.Â
âI will, I will. I know thatâs the only reason you came out tonightâŠâ As the trio walk deeper into the site, they see the various offered excursions. Off to the left is a hand painted, wooden sign advertising a hayride and another indicating the childrenâs corn maze. On the left, roped off with bright red, nylon rope, is a decorated set piece for the larger, horror-centric maze. Claire grabs both Jill and Y/Nâs arms and practically drags them to the hayride, babbling on about how excited she is and how much she loved these rides as a little girl.Â
~~~
As the wagon continues to bump along the predetermined path, the driver drones on about the property, how big it is, and how the county came to possess the land, turning it into a spectacle that benefits the towns nearby with a family event. While Claire is listening with stars in her eyes, Jill looks like sheâs about to fall asleep. Y/N, on the other hand, is more so focused on the seemingly endless rows of corn they are passing. She assumes that sheâs looking at the childrenâs maze until a scream rings out and a flash of a dirty yellow apron weaves in and out of the tall stalks.
Nope. Not the family maze. Not at all.Â
The scream is followed up with laughter and chatter among the group of adolescents that went in together, accompanied by the sounds of revving chainsaws.
âAnd to our right is our favourite part of this little shebangâour corn maze! A bit of history for y'all; Each year we choose a different theme to decorate the maze. Last year it was Camp Crystal Lake and Friday the 13th, this year itâs Texas Chainsaw Massacre! So you can expect to see our actors dressed up as the cannibalistic Sawyer family and ready to serve you up for dinner!â The guide guffaws and shakes his head.Â
âEach set of guests enter the maze on time sets of an hour and a half, so we should be gearing up to begin the next one a couple minutes after we return to our starting point!â He continues, but the words fall on deaf ears to Y/N. She just stares into the tall, browning stalks as they continue around the fenced perimeter of the corn maze. Shrieks, revving and laughter ring out from guests who are chased deeper and deeper into the maze by actors. A flash of black brushes through the stems and Y/N furrows her eyebrows. âWeird⊠Who from Texas Chainsaw wore blackâŠ?â She muses to herself, getting lost in thought as she racks her brain for the list of antagonists from the films.Â
âHey, Jill, can you send the pics of us all together to the group chat? I wanna see which one I want to post.â Claire whispers. That catches Y/Nâs attention and she pushes aside the recollection for now.Â
âYeah, Iâd love to see them too. For our album, yâknow?â She adds with a grin. Jill jostles awake and lets out a murmur before pulling her phone out and tapping away at the screen. Y/N just turns her gaze back to the maze as her phone buzzes in her pocket. Her grin still on her face, she looks downâŠ
And pales.Â
Itâs not the photos of the three of them sitting in the wagon, waiting for the hayride to startâŠ
Itâs a photo of her, looking into the corn maze⊠Just now
Taken from among the stalksâŠ
Another buzz.
This time a text to accompany the photo.
???: Canât wait to see you⊠Princess~
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