A few of Leon’s work friends are having a bonfire out in Arklay; their own little shindig away from the usual drunken rowdiness of bars and overcrowded clubs. You’re invited along of course.
“Can’t leave my pretty girl all alone, can I?” His dark tone sends shivers down spine.
Shaking your head no, you went along with him and now, you’re seated on a log next to the warm flame of their fire. Leon’s sitting next to you, arm over your shoulders to keep you tucked into his side while he talks with his buddies.
You thought there would be more to this hangout but aside from you and Leon, there’s only two other guys. Leon introduced the dark haired one as Luis and the other with a gnarly scar twisting across his face as Krauser. It’s an odd first name you think, but maybe he’s German.
They talk a lot about their jobs, things that go over your head with references and inside jokes of people and places you’ve never seen. Instead of feeling left out though, it’s actually nice that you can just sit next to Leon and enjoy the atmosphere—no need to make small talk with anyone. That’s not to say they don’t rope you into the conversation from time to time; but, you mostly sit on the sideline, eyes bouncing from person to person as they talk with each other.
It’s late when they start to act like they’re wrapping things up; Luis puts away the cooler and drinks with Krauser helping. Leon helps you stand, warm hands brushing over your ass and making you glance to him nervously.
“Think it’s time for a little fun,” he murmurs against your ear.
“Fun?” You repeat, brows pinching with the question.
“Fun,” he states, blue eyes glittering in the low light. “We’re going to play my favorite game, the same as we played last year. Make sure to sell it, sweetheart.”
Pulse hammering in your throat, you nod jerkily, panties quickly becoming sticky with slick. Leon chasing you down to fuck you in the woods is always a fun time and it never gets old. Your tongue wets your bottom lip and his eyes track the movement, pupils dilating subtly.
“Yes, daddy,” you whisper, sucking your wet bottom lip into your mouth.
Turning, you walk towards his car parked under the trees some distance away. You swerve past the bumper and walk deeper into the forest. Once you feel you’re far enough, you pick up the pace. You think you hear Leon’s dark laugh somewhere in the distance, but you don’t stop to ponder it.
You try and run, but your head’s out of sorts from the idea being sprung on you, so it’s not your best on display. The thrill of hearing Leon chase after you makes your heart race. It’s not long at all before his thick arms wrap around your chest and stomach, yanking you back against him.
“Think you can get away? You little slut,” he rasps against your ear, tongue running across the shell. “Just for that, I’m gonna fuck this hot pussy right here, right now.”
“You can’t!” You wail. “Please, don’t, please.”
His palm covers your mouth, “There’ll be plenty of time for begging later, pretty girl.”
You twist and squirm against him, but all it does is grind his stiff cock against your ass. Arousal pools low in your belly and you whimper behind his hand. Chuckling low in his throat, Leon makes quick work of your panties, ripping them from your body and tossing them down onto the forest floor.
A low whistle from the side makes you jerk your head, eyes widening to see Leon’s friends watching you two.
Leon whispers in your ear, “Aren’t you going to ask them for help?”
“P-please,” tears bead your waterline, embarrassment a hot stone in your chest. “Please help me. H-he’s raping me.”
“Look at that,” Krauser grins, palming his bulge. “What a slut.”
Luis laughs. “Aren’t we the lucky ones, eh, amigo?”
They must be in on it, too. The thought only makes your pussy wetter. While they distract you, Leon undoes his jeans and pulls his dick out. Notching the head at your clenching heat, he thrusts his dripping cock deep inside your pussy with a groan.
“Nooo, help me, please,” you cry out, pussy clamping down on Leon’s cock as he splits you open. “Stop, you’re hurting me!”
“Doesn’t feel like it,” he laughs meanly in your ear. “Fuck, feels like this soft pussy’s aching for a good fuck.”
You turn pleading eyes up to the two men in front of you, watching as they each take their cocks out, jerking off to the scene of you and Leon. More slick leaks down your thighs, clit throbbing as you watch them get off. Leon shifts his hands down to grip your waist. He pinches your side and you hiccup a moan.
Lips trembling, you call out, “H-help me.”
“Fuuuck,” Krauser grunts, stroking his thick cock in a meaty fist. “Beg me harder and I might help, sweet thing.”
“Please, please,” you choke out a whine, clit throbbing while Leon pounds into your sopping wet cunt. “Ohh, he’s raping my little pussy and you’re just watching.”
All three men moan and Leon slaps your ass.
“Yeah, baby, tell’em how it feels to have your sweet little pussy raped,” he goads, fingers digging into the fat of your hips. “Gripping me so tight, like you don’t even want me pulling out. Hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Nooo,” you whimper, tits bouncing with every thrust. “You’re being mean and gross.”
Louis spits into his palm and jerks himself off a little rougher, “Can’t believe you’d just let him fuck your tight pussy like that, cariño. You’re basically asking for it.”
A shudder runs through your body, pussy gushing around Leon’s pistoning cock.
“Getting rawed like that must feel pretty good,” Krauser cuts in, “she’s not even putting up that much of a fight.”
They both laugh and it makes your stomach burn, heat pooling low in your core.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Leon bites out. “Gonna make me cum in your breedable little pussy, aren’t you? Fucking slut.”
He hisses the last part, fingers digging so tight into your skin it hurts. You’re so turned on, knowing the two men in front of you—practically strangers—are beating off to your struggle, to the faux rape taking place mere feet in front of them. Leon’s pounding your sopping wet pussy so hard, the tip kisses your cervix sending a dull wave of pain that twists into pleasure.
“Stop, stop, please, I don’t want this,” you babble, lashes fluttering while your toes curl in their shoes. “I don’t wanna cum on your cock.”
“Stuff that greedy pussy, Leon,” Luis cuts in with a groan, hand a blur as he fists his cock again and again. “Make her cream all over your cock.”
“Yeah, make that bitch cum,” Krauser tacks on with a low pant.
Leon laughs and it makes you whine, “Don’t worry, this little hole’s going to cum whether she wants it or not. Then, I’m going to fill her up like the cumdump she is. Right, sweetheart?”
“Nooo,” you protest weakly, pussy walls fluttering and clenching on his cock. Your hands reach back and claw at his arms. “Stop it, you’re going to ruin my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he bites out. “Always know just what to say, don’t you? Yeah, take it, you fucking whore. It’s not rape if you’re this wet, baby.”
He sinks his teeth into the side of your neck and it topples you over the edge, climax hitting you like a ton of bricks. White sparks light up behind your eyes while your body jerks and twitches against his hold. You scream, pussy milking and fluttering around his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.
Body relaxing, you slump back against him, legs noodles and making Leon hold you in place. He doesn’t stop rutting his fat cock into your cunt, groaning and sighing against the back of your neck while he fucks you until he spills hot and thick inside you. You briefly think about the men watching it take place, but you’re too tired to care now.
Their voices wash over you like white noise as they walk closer. Leon eases out of your messy pussy with a low grunt, fingers patting against your cum covered slit.
“Oye, thanks for the fun night.”
Leon hums, “Don’t expect it too often.”
“Of course not, comrade.”
All three laugh and then Leon’s hoisting you up into his arm.
“Can we see?”
A cool breeze drifts across your wet pussy when Leon flips your skirt up. A low whistle comes from somewhere to your left.
“Mi corazón, what a delicious sight.”
“Wouldn’t want to let us have a little taste now would ya, Kennedy?”
“Both of you can go fuck yourselves.”
Leon’s voice shifts into that cold tone that makes you stiffen against him. He drops a quick kiss to your hairline and begins to walk off, back to his car you assume.
“Let’s get back home so I can make out with that hot pussy, pretty girl,” he murmurs down at you and you whine in reply.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, a slightly softer CC Leon (don’t ask me how it happened lmao), dirty talk, possessive Leon, spitting, overstimulation, praise, daddy kink, fingering, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, squirting
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The night’s breezy, sending chills across your body and making you regret your choice of wearing a cute skirt to meet up with Leon at the local carnival. Surprisingly, the date has been sweet. He’s only touched your shoulders and lower back to guide you around the stalls and rides.
You split a funnel cake and share a messy, powdered sugar flavored kiss afterwards. It’s enough to let your guard down, which is your second mistake of the night (after the fashion choice). It all starts with some people from out of town, a couple of guys who more than likely have had too much to drink.
They say something to you, but you’re not paying attention. Leon is though. Leon’s head is always on a swivel when you’re out together. He leaves you standing next to the basketball game, hands clutching the plushie he just won you as he walks over to the pair. Your heart rate picks up, seeing the look on Leon’s face—nothing ever bodes well with that look.
A group of teenagers stop in front of you, blocking the trio from view. Standing up on your tiptoes doesn’t help and you don’t really wanna move and have Leon be disappointed you didn’t listen to him. The teens shift and you see Leon walking back to you, bypassing the noisy group to stand in front of you again.
Glancing down you see blood on his knuckles and you gasp.
“Are you okay?” You reach for his hand but he pulls away.
“Of course,” he uses his clean hand to cup your chin, thumb smoothing across your skin. “Let’s head home so I can clean up.”
You nod, “Okay.”
His lips tic into a half smile, “Such a good girl.”
Heat sweeps through you and you bite your bottom lip, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you out of the carnival grounds to his car. The ride back to your place is quiet save for the radio playing on low volume. You squeeze the plushie to your chest, eyes watching the landscape pass you by until he’s pulling up to your place.
Once the door’s unlocked, Leon disappears into the guest bath to use the first aid kit tucked under the sink. You kick off your shoes and wander down the hall into your bedroom. Gently sitting the stuffed raccoon on your dresser, your shoulders drop, tension leaving your body now that you’re home.
“Is this where you’re gonna keep him?”
Leon’s thick arms wrap around your body, hugging you back against his chest.
“Mmhmm,” you smile although he can’t see. “It looks cute here.”
“Sure does, sweetheart,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. “Know what else is cute?”
A breath hitches in your throat as he slips his hands down your body, one pulling up your skirt so he can run his other hand over your panty clad mound.
“This soft pussy,” he groans, fingers delving underneath your panties to rub against your slit. “Cutest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”
He bites down on your neck and you mewl, hips rocking into his hand. Moving your hands behind you, you tangle them in his hair with a sigh.
“Oh,” you pause, body stiffening, “how’s your hand?”
“Aw, are you worried?” He chuckles and it makes your skin prickle. “It’s fine, just a few cuts. Won’t stop me from playing with your hot cunt, pretty girl.”
Shivering, you whine and relax back against him.
“That’s it,” he coos mockingly, “you like me taking care of you, huh? Yeah, you do.”
“Leon, please,” you whimper, slick filling the gusset of your panties.
“Spoiled pussy,” he grunts. “Nothing but a spoiled little pussy.”
Three of his fingers sink knuckle deep into your drippy hole. You whimper and rock down against his hand.
“But this is my spoiled pussy isn’t it, baby? She’s only crying so much cause daddy treats her so nicely.”
“Yes, yes, please, Leon,” you hiccup a whine, thighs trembling.
“My pretty girl,” he sinks his teeth in your shoulder and you cry out, clamping down tightly on his fingers buried in your cunt.
Curling the digits, Leon rubs against your g-spot, heightening your pleasure until it’s too much for your body to handle. He pulls his fingers out suddenly and your orgasm teeters on the edge before tapering off. Frustrated tears slip from your eyes as your cunt flutters around nothing.
“Daddy, please, ‘m so close,” you moan softly, fingers tugging his hair.
He cups your throat with one hand, angling your head back onto his shoulder.
“Open your mouth,” he growls, fingers tightening on your neck.
Dropping your bottom lip, you loll your tongue out, heart pounding in your chest as arousal blazes through your veins. He laughs down at you.
“Don’t have to tell you to swallow, do I, pretty girl?”
Not letting you answer, he spits down on your tongue, watching with dilated eyes as you swallow with a moan. He shakes his grip when he feels your throat bob against his hand.
“Again.”
Your lips fall open eagerly and he drools a line of spit down into your mouth. Whining, you swallow down the saliva, mouth dropping back open without Leon saying anything.
“Good girl,” he spits on your tongue one last time before manhandling you over to the bed. He pushes you down onto the mattress and shoves your skirt up, yanking your panties down and off.
His hand comes down and smacks your clit, the flat of his fingers stinging in the best way. Your hips writhe, torn between wanting more of those rough slaps or reprieve from the sharp pleasure. Leon decides for you, gripping one of your hips and pressing down on the bone until you whine. Once you still your movement, he rains slaps down across your thighs and cunt, catching your clit with his fingertips.
Crying out, you tangle your fingers in the sheets, leg muscles twitching and jumping.
“God, look at this wet mess you’re making, baby,” he croons nastily. “Love getting this fat pussy slapped, don’t you?”
He lands a hard smack across your cunt and your whole body shudders, slick dripping from your hole to saturate the bed spread. His fingers part your pussy lips and he fucks the digits into your fluttering walls, scissoring you open before curling upwards to rub across your g-spot.
“Leon, oh that’s so good,” you keen, head grinding back against the pillow.
He fingerfucks your pussy fast and hard, thumb pressing against your clit to circle the swollen bud. With his fingers constantly rubbing the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, your orgasm winds higher and higher.
“Soak my fingers, sweetheart,” he grins, eyes dragging up from your spread open pussy to your blown out gaze. “Show me how good it feels.”
He leans over your hip and spits, a hot glob of saliva dripping down over your clit that he rubs in with his thumb. That’s enough to push you completely over the edge. A low cry spills from your lips, toes curling while your body jerks as you cum. The wet sound of Leon fingering you through your orgasm meets your ears—the loud plap plap plapmakes you whine, cunt fluttering and milking his fingers even more.
“Give me another, I know you can,” he goads, the pads of his fingers grinding against your g-spot.
On the heels of your first orgasm, creeps the second. It doesn’t take as long as you think before your back bows off the bed, climax creating fireworks in your brain as you moan and whimper. Leon still doesn’t let up and the pleasure begins to become too much. He pins you down against the bed, roughly fucking his fingers into your sopping wet cunt.
“Leon, I can’t—“
Your voice cracks, a sob breaking free as tears fill your eyes.
“Please, daddy, s’too much.”
“One more,” he murmurs. “One more and you can rest.”
Openly crying, you nod, knowing that when he wrings out your next orgasm it’s going to make you pass out. Your cunt pulses at the thought and Leon groans, thumb rubbing your slippery clit.
“C’mon, pretty girl, you can do it.”
He lets go of your hip and brings his hand down to pinch and lightly smack your clit. The pain is enough to trigger your third orgasm of the night, pussy squirting so much it soaks the bed and Leon’s arm.
“Fuck, good girl, that’s my good girl,” he hums, pleased as punch. “God, look at this messy fucking pussy.”
Blood rushes through your ears and your dazed eyes meet his before they flutter shut in empty bliss.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Leon POV, dark thoughts, being filmed without consent aka Leon’s making a sex tape and reader has no clue, dirty talk, daddy kink, kissing, biting, blood kink, oral (m & f receiving), pussy spanking, clit biting, unprotected sex, creampie
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today marks one year that I officially published my first Leon x reader fic that just happened to be Corrupt Cop Leon! 💜 so happy anniversary to the OG! 😘
Title from Desire by Meg Myers 💜
It’s not unusual to see a police cruiser parked outside the library on any given night. Especially when you’re inside, finishing up whatever class work you can before heading home.
Leon leans back against the passenger door, one leg crossed over the ankle of the other, arms folded over his chest. His walkie’s turned off since he’s not on duty and he can hear the whispers of people passing him by, from the curious looks of kids to loose women giving him sultry smiles. Except for a cursory glance, his mind doesn’t linger on any single one of them.
Drumming his fingers on his bicep, he tilts his head as he catalogs the outside of the building. He’s done this a thousand times at this point. Even before you knew he came around, when he would follow you home and watch you from his squad car. He kind of misses those days.
The sound of a door opening pulls his attention up the library steps. Once you fully step out into the cool evening air, your eyes immediately seek him out. Satisfaction coils deep in his gut as your face breaks out into a bright smile at seeing him. Although he loved quietly following you, having you seek him out is much better. His eyes track your body as you carefully take the stairs and walk over to him.
He only had to chastise you one time about not rushing down the steps. (You cried so prettily on his cock after he spanked your pussy raw. But the lesson stuck and he hasn’t had to remind you once, such a good girl).
“Hi,” your soft voice hits his ears and he’s smirking at your shyness.
“Hi, pretty girl, ready to go?”
You nod, “All set. Thank you for taking me home.”
“Of course, don’t want you getting hurt,” he murmurs, uncrossing his arms to brush a thumb across your cheekbone, “here, let me take your bag.”
Eyes fond, you hand him your book bag and wait for him to open the passenger door for you. Watching as you sit, he sees when your skirt rucks up around your thighs and it makes his blood run hot, pulse quickening in his neck. He walks around the trunk of the car, placing your bag in the back before climbing into the driver seat.
He checks his mirrors and blind spots before pulling away from the curb. As soon as he’s on the street, his hand grips the dough of your thigh closest to the gear shift. A giddy thrum of excitement bleeds through his thoughts when he hears your little gasp. You’re so easy for him. His pretty, perfect girl.
He no longer stifles those thoughts or impulses that once might have gotten him locked up. You invite his dark urges in with wet eyes and an even wetter cunt. Today’s special even if you don’t know it. He’s planned a little surprise, something he’s been wanting to do for a while now.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he watches you surreptitiously, taking in the changing expressions as he drives closer and closer to your house. Just seeing your face makes him ache all the way down to his marrow. He wants to sink his teeth into you until he tastes blood.
“Should we eat out for dinner?”
He glances over at you and tightens his fingers, giving your thigh a quick squeeze.
“Sure, sweetheart.”
He parks outside your house, letting you walk up to your front stoop first as he grabs your bag. You unlock the door as soon as he joins you, his hand palming your lower back to usher you into the house. Dropping your school bag down onto the floor, he uses both hands to grip your hips, pushing you back against the closed front door.
Desire pulses throughout his body, a deep seated hunger that makes him want to crack open your rib cage and crawl inside. He’s sure your beating heart would sate this visceral reaction to the possessive want that engulfs his thoughts.
But kissing you will have to suffice for now.
Your lips part on a sigh as he licks into your mouth, tongue greedy and hot as he tastes you deeply. His fingers dig into your skin, thumbs pressed uncomfortably against your hip bones; he gloats to himself as the twinge of pain has you arching into him. If he could, Leon would rip you apart at the seams, swallow you whole til nothing’s left.
You whimper into his harsh kisses while your hands grab onto his chest, badge nearly pricking your fingers as you try to find purchase against his uniform. He lets go of your waist to circle his fingers around your wrists, pushing them against the door on either side of your head. Pulling back, his sea dark eyes take in your dilated pupils and swollen lips.
Now, he thinks, is the perfect time to drag you into your room.
Leon kisses you again, heatedly, pulling you into the bedroom with little preamble. For the surprise he’s been planning, he made sure to sneak into your house earlier in the day. He then hid a camera perfectly angled on your nightstand where you couldn’t see it.
His mouth waters at the thought of filming everything he wants to do to you. Excitement heightens his aggressiveness. He can’t wait to take you apart in front of the lens, especially without you knowing. He shivers as he licks hungrily into your mouth.
“Leon,” you whisper when he drags his mouth down to bite your neck, “thought we were going out to dinner?”
“Well, I am gonna eat you out,” he crudely states with a grin, “but first let’s see those pretty tits.”
Biting your bottom lip softly, you step back and pull your shirt off. His eyes watch as you nervously take off your bra and drop it into the floor with your shirt. Leon lets his hands reach out to grope and pinch your hard nipples. His cock throbs where it’s trapped in his pants.
“Get naked, pretty girl, wanna see you,” he coaxes, smile wicked when you do as he says.
Sitting on the edge of your bed, he faces the camera, pulling you down into his lap, your back to his chest. The juxtaposition of having you completely naked on his lap while he’s in uniform makes him bite down on your shoulder hard. You squeal and try to move, but he wraps his arms around you, pinning you in place.
After you settle down, his hands move to squeeze the fat of your breasts until it dimples between his fingers. Your nipples tighten even further under his palms as he runs them across the stiff buds.
“Such a good girl,” he kisses the side of your neck, eyes glinting when they look over to the hidden device, “bet that cute pussy’s soaked, sweetheart.”
Squirming against him, you whine pitifully, grinding your wet cunt down onto his bulge, “Daddy, please.”
“Such a well mannered girl,” he coos sweetly, luring you into relaxing against him further.
The flat of his fingers come down in a hard slap against your pussy, a sharp gasp parting your pretty lips. Leon spanks across your fat cunt until you’re hiccuping little cries, tears streaming down your face to drip onto your chest. Even with the pain, you still part your legs for him, letting him drag his fingers across your wet slit.
He wonders absently as he toys with your clit if you’d let him bite you here, sink his teeth in your sweet little bud til you scream. That thought alone has precum dripping from his tip, making his briefs damp.
“Such a slutty cunt,” he whispers in your ear, feeling you shiver, “like when daddy shows you who’s in charge, sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir,” you sniffle wetly.
That ugly need to hurt you ramps up again and he pinches your clit roughly until you bleat in pain.
“Good girl,” he chuckles, fingers softly petting your cunt, “my perfect girl.”
“All yours, daddy,” you automatically respond.
Your voice is hoarse from all your crying and it makes his chest burn like his solar plexus is caving in.
“That’s right,” he croons, cupping your breasts in his hands, thumbs swiping across your nipples, “daddy’s got such a smart pretty girl.”
He wants to laugh at how those words make you press against him, praise making you stupid and pliant for him.
“Get on the floor,” he pushes at your shoulders, “think that sweet mouth deserves a reward.”
Eagerly, you slide off his lap onto your knees, turning around to face him. He unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants, pushing them down his thighs so he can tuck his briefs underneath his balls comfortably. His weeping cock bobs in front of your face, tip brushing across your cheek and smearing precum across your skin.
“Kiss it, baby, show me how much you want daddy in your mouth,” he grins at you.
Your shyness just makes him harder as you press a feather light kiss to his dick. He watches as your lips and tongue work in tandem to gently kiss and lick at his fat cockhead. You sigh hard enough he feels the dampness of your breath before your tongue lathes underneath the foreskin, lapping up the sticky precum dripping from his slit. You moan while you taste him, eyes fluttering closed as you get more and more eager at sucking him off.
Thighs twitching, he grunts when you suck him into your warm mouth, tongue cupping the head when you withdraw, lips tightly wrapped around the tip of his dick. He feels as you circle the head of his cock with your tongue, dipping the slick muscle into his slit to draw out more precum.
“Good girl,” he groans when your mouth drops down to kiss and suck at his balls.
Leon keeps his gaze on you as you try to suck both of his balls into your wet mouth, whimpering when you can only fit one. Smearing your own spit across your face, you nuzzle into his squishy sac, mouthing and lapping at the sensitive skin before sucking each of his balls again.
Whining, you eagerly lap at his sac, tongue slowly tracing up the seam. Your lips meet the base of his cock before you flick your tongue back around his balls. Reaching down, he grabs the back of your neck, pulling your mouth up to suck on his cock. A choked off moan reverberates around his dick as your lips part to sink down around the first few inches. His abs tense when he feels the spit drip down his dick onto his balls.
“So good, sweetheart,” he murmurs, halfway tempted to gag you on his dick— maybe even choke you on it til you pass out.
More precum blurts across your tongue as he pictures your eyes rolling back, body going limp from lack of air. His fingers spasm around your neck as the tip bumps into the back of your throat. Bucking up into your mouth, the tightness around his cock increases and you retch loudly.
“Take it or I’m going to get mean with you,” he narrows his eyes down at you.
You cough again, a wet dirty sound as he pulls his cock halfway out of your mouth only to press back in deep, the fat head kissing the back of your throat immediately. It would be easy to keep you here, swallowing around him til he came or you blacked out. His eyes cut to the hidden camera before flicking back down to you. Maybe next time he’ll try it, but for now he wants to make this last longer for the video.
Rolling his neck til it cracks, he lets you go, watching with hidden glee as you pull off with a gross coughing fit and wet eyes. The dough of your thighs press together drawing his gaze where he can actually see a light sheen of slick coating them. Taking a hitched shuddery breath, you lean forward and kitten lick the head, soft tongue cleaning up any precum spilling from the slit down his cock.
A flash of your mouth split open and a bloody chin makes Leon place his hands under your armpits and yank you up, turning sideways to toss you onto the bed. He crawls on top of you and kisses you hard enough to bruise. Sinking teeth into your lower lip, he brings his vision to life as he works the wet skin til it splits, the warm taste of pennies flooding his mouth.
Growling like an animal, he sucks your bloody lip raw. He finally leans up, taking in the mess of your mouth with unreasonable pride.
“So pretty,” he smiles down at you, blood coating his teeth, “my sweet girl.”
“Yours,” you nod dazedly, eyes blown in arousal, “m’yours, daddy.”
He moves off the bed and begins to undress, taking extra care to set his holster and gun on top of your dresser. Once his uniform is off, he lays it out on a nearby chair in order to keep it off the floor. It just wouldn’t do to get it unnecessarily dirty.
He climbs back onto the bed, eyes zeroing in on your bleeding mouth with the awareness of a predator tracking prey. He smiles and grabs your thighs, shoving them up until they’re nearly touching your shoulders.
“Think it’s time I kiss my sweet girl hello,” his eyes drop from yours down to your soaked cunt, “aww, she always cries so hard for me, baby.”
He shuffles down onto his stomach, hands still pressing on your thighs as he leans in and kisses your swollen cunt.
“Greedy little pussy,” he chuckles derisively, “always begging for more.”
He slides his hands down from your thighs to the outside of your cunt, pulling your pussy lips apart to spit on your clenching hole.
“Daddy!”
He hears your voice crack before you gasp when he plunges his tongue into your pussy, fluttering the wet muscle as deep as possible into your spasming walls. You always taste like heaven, like he could die suffocated on your cunt and he’ll never find anything better. His eyes roll back when your slick floods his mouth, clit fat and swollen against his nose as your cunt squeezes down on his tongue.
Leon’s tongue laps at your hole before he runs the wet muscle up your slit to suck sloppily at your clit. He’s being as messy as possible; he knows you love it when your cunt’s coated in his spit after eating you out. The only thing better is when he cums all over your pussy, making you wear your panties to keep that sweet cunt wet and sticky with his seed.
Your cries and whines fall on deaf ears as he eats you out at his leisure. He makes you cum twice before finally trying out the little earworm that has eaten away at his brain since earlier. Thighs shaking from the last orgasm, you're completely out of it when Leon dips his head and bites down on your fat throbbing clit.
He growls and humps the bed as you thrash under him, hips trying to buck up to throw him off, hands digging into his hair but he doesn’t budge. He closes his teeth even tighter around your swollen bud and you screech, legs kicking out at him. Leon laughs at you, arms coming up and pinning your lower half down onto the bed. He readjusts his mouth and bites your clit harder than before.
“No, no, daddy! Please!”
You sob brokenly and Leon feels like he’s going to cum all over the sheets. Letting go, Leon pulls his mouth away for a second wanting to see your tortured little bundle of nerves. It looks so swollen that it makes his jaw ache. He licks and kisses over your clit until you’re whimpering in pleasure, hips writhing as Leon bathes your cunt with rough swipes of his tongue. He works you up to another orgasm and right as your pussy cums, clenching around nothing, he sinks his teeth back into your clit with a groan.
“Daddy, daddy! Leon, please!”
Your cunt gushes slick as the pain morphs into pleasure, babbling and pleading for more even as Leon sucks your bud into his mouth, hot tongue circling your abused clit.
“Ready for daddy to to fuck your pretty little cunt?” He rumbles, tongue lashing across your bundle of nerves making you whine.
“Please, daddy.”
There’s drool and blood all down your chin and he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon. If he were a better man, he would tell you so.
Leon crawls back up your body, dragging his cock against your thighs until the tip bumps against your sopping wet pussy. His eyes catalog your wince when his dick drags across your clit and he kisses you until spit runs down your jaw. Balancing himself on one forearm, he brings his other hand down to notch the tip of his cock at your soaked hole.
“Let me in, pretty girl,” he licks up the blood on your chin as he works his cock into your cunt, “let me stuff this soft little pussy with cum.”
Keening high in your throat, you grind your head against the pillow and Leon takes that opportunity to savagely bite into the side of your neck. He can feel you wheeze in pain underneath his teeth at the same time your pussy walls flutter and clamp down on his cock. Sweet satisfaction hums like electricity in his blood. He trails kisses from the nasty bite mark up to your ear, nipping the lobe.
“You like what I do to you, don’t you, sweetheart?” He kisses your temple before shifting until his forearms are on either side of your neck, hips rolling back before thrusting forward.
The tight clutch of your pussy makes him dizzy with lust, knowing he can do anything to you and you’ll not only take it, but like it. The camera is practically an afterthought by this point. Leon’s focus is now on making your hot little pussy cream all over his cock before he shoots his load deep into your hole.
“Always take it so well,” his baritone rumbles low in his chest and you shudder under him, “got daddy addicted to your soft chubby pussy, baby, always wanna be buried in her.”
Your nails dig into his skin but he loves the stinging scratches you leave on him; proof that you need him just as much as he needs you. He has half a mind to drag this out for hours and hours, but he really wants to send the tape over to Chris. Smugly show off his pretty girl and the sweet sounds she makes for him.
Leon prides himself on keeping his cool even when he’s buried to the hilt inside your deliciously hot pussy. This time, his nerves fray quicker than he’s used to; too many fun things have happened and all in front of the camera so he can look back on it later. Being able to watch your face again as he bites your clit makes his hips rabbit fast and hard against yours, pussy squelching loudly between your bodies.
“Got me so worked up,” he laughs, one forearm moving all he can glide his fingers down your side and across your hip, seeking out your sore clit, “squeeze the cum out of me, sweetheart, let daddy give you a nice thick creampie.”
“Ohhh,” you moan shakily, “daddy, please, w’nt it.”
“You’re gonna get it,” he promises, voice dark, “you’re gonna take everything I give you.”
The hot pulsing walls of your pussy makes his hips flex harder, bullying his cock into your cervix, needing to get as deep as possible in your body.
“Sucking me in,” he murmurs, fingers gently circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, “your sweet cunt’s made for this, isn’t she baby?”
“Yes, Leon, ‘m made for you,” you babble out, eyelashes sticking together from tears as you pant and moan, “daddy, I’m g’nna cum.”
“Fuck, then do it, pretty girl, cream all over me, work this cum into that sweet hole,” he groans when your walls clamp down on his dick.
He swipes across your clit a few more times as he ruts his cock in and out of your pussy, grinding the fat tip across your g-spot until your back arches, a loud scream pouring from your mouth.
“Good girl,” he praises, knowing you can't hear him, “doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
As your soft walls pulse and flutter around his dick, he adjusts his hands to hold him up above your body so he can rail you into the mattress.
“Too much,” you whimper, “Leon, s’too deep.”
“Shhh,” he reaches down to twist a nipple until you clench around his cock, “let me rearrange those guts, baby, daddy needs to cum, too.”
You nod, tears falling down your temples to collect on the pillow and his hips snap harder— the sight of you crying on his cock always does him in quick. He thrusts half a dozen more times before his hips begin to stutter. Burying himself balls deep, Leon’s cock kicks and throbs while he spills hot sticky cum all inside your clenching pussy walls.
While he fills your cunt with rope after rope of thick jizz, he groans long and low against your ear, “Perfect baby, taking it so well for me.”
“Leon,” you whisper lightly, hands carding through his hair and giving him goosebumps.
He settles his body weight down on you, cock plugging up your pussy so his cum doesn’t leak out onto the bedspread.
“Gotta surprise for you,” he kisses the side of your head and slowly maneuvers until he can quickly shuffle you around to face the hidden lens.
He pulls out his half chubbed cock, cream colored slick oozing from your pussy when he spreads it open.
Smiling up at you, he nods to your nightstand, “Smile for the camera, sweetheart. Show’em what a messy little pussy looks like.”
He watches in utter delight as your brows pinch together before realization dawns across your face. Tears bead in your eyes and he chuckles.
“Aww don’t be that way,” he croons, fingers digging into your used hole to work more cum into spilling out between your thighs, “be a good girl and let everyone see the creampie daddy left in your pretty cunt.”
Your cubby lips stay spread as he fingers more of his cum out of your hole.
“So swollen baby,” he groans, fingers glancing across your fat clit, “can’t wait to watch this back.”
You squirm but he catches the hitched breath and dilated eyes. Grinning darkly, he nuzzles against your ear.
“Maybe next time it’ll be a livestream of how I ream my pretty girl’s tight little pussy,” he kisses the shell of your ear as you moan quietly, “yeah, or maybe we’ll get someone in to watch me take you apart.”
You shiver and writhe against him, pussy sucking his fingers in even as he slowly drags them out of your spent cunt.
“Guess we’ll need to save that for later though,” he clicks his tongue, moving away from you to shut the camera off, “now let’s go get a shower so we can go out to dinner, sweetheart.”
Dedicated to all of you wonderful folks out there who enjoy my content! 🙈 You guys make my day every day! 😘 💜
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk, fingering, DARK THEMES such as rape play, rape fantasy, rape kink, consensual non con (reader is very much into it although she acts like she doesn’t); rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, squirting
Roughly looked over but I’m sure there’s mistakes 😜 also this one is mostly smut not much plot, Leon’s been making me feel some sorta way lately 🥵 🤭
Title from The Logical Song by Supertramp
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It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve actually spent any time with Leon. Your schedules haven’t lined up, you haven’t talked or even texted each other that much. You’ve been so busy with school that you’ve been putting all of your focus on that.
Or at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself as you cancel plans again to work on your biology assignment. You’re starting to realize that as hot as you find it, Leon also kind of scares you. It’s nice to have someone so protective of you, but it’s getting to the point you don’t feel like you have any autonomy anymore.
It’s nice to get the flowers and notes left on your door, but you think that he’s starting to overstep a bit. He bumps into you everywhere: the grocery store, the library, the gas station, the park, the hair salon. It’s getting ridiculous.
Today, the guy you went out with ages ago to Lover’s Lane made eye contact with you in the library; you had your hand raised halfway to wave at him, to sort of say no hard feelings, but he blanched and took off in the opposite direction. Frowning, you watch him speed walk out of the library.
A warm arm brushes against your shoulder, “Hey, sweetheart, you working late again?”
Leon’s voice sends goosebumps down your arms every time you hear it; the deep timbre makes you ache in all kinds of ways, but fear zings through your brain at the same time.
You turn and smile at him, hoping he doesn’t see your nervousness, “Hey Leon, yeah, trying to cram in some study sessions before finals.”
“Really?” He smiles at you, boyish and sweet and it makes you soft for him.
“Mm yeah,” you hum, smiling more naturally, “Laura was supposed to meet me but she said something came up.”
“Oh, is that the friend from the grocery store?” He pulls out a chair and sits next to you, sliding a book out of the way to rest his elbow on the table.
“Yeah,” your brows pucker in annoyance, “I think you spooked her when you ran into us that day.”
“Ah, I’m sorry baby,” he soothes, rubbing his hot palm across your knee.
You nod but don’t say anything, thinking back to that day. Laura convinced you to make a snack run where you both accidentally met up with Leon. But now you’re not so sure it was an accident. You stepped away to grab something, leaving Laura to chat with Leon for a few minutes.
Hoping they got along, you came back to a tense situation that seemed to break up when Leon saw you. Laura didn’t really speak much for the rest of the day and now that you’re thinking of it, she’s avoided you pretty consistently ever since.
“You okay?”
Leon’s low rumble pulls you back to the present.
You nod and rub your eyes with the heel of your hands, “Yeah, I think I’m just burnt out.”
“Take a break, start fresh tomorrow. C’mon I’ll walk you home,” he stands up, helping you from your chair.
You smile up at him again, “Thanks, Leon. You’re so sweet.”
You grab his hand and stand up on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. As you turn back to grab your things off the table, you don’t notice his blue eyes heatedly staring at you like he wants to eat you alive.
You toss your pencils in your bag last and throw the strap over your shoulder, “All ready to go.”
Leon slips the strap off of your arm and over his, “Let’s get you home, sweet girl.”
The sweetness of Leon’s actions makes you feel light and giggly, “Okay. Thank you!”
He smirks to himself while you walk beside him filling him in on your school schedule. The walk home seems to go by more quickly with Leon beside you. Once you’re outside your front door, you take your bag from Leon.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you smile shyly, biting your bottom lip.
“It’s no problem, sweetheart,” he trails his fingers down your jaw, underneath your chin, to tick your head up higher.
You sigh softly as Leon presses a kiss against your lips, quickly turning heated when he presses you against your door. You moan high in your throat, hands grasping the front of his shirt, fingertips catching on his badge.
You pull back, to confirm that yes he is wearing his uniform. How did you not notice? Your eyelashes flutter shut when he sucks a bruise on your neck, making your legs tremble.
“If I had the time, I’d take you apart right here, pretty girl,” he murmurs, kissing across your jaw, “make you cum all over me.”
“Leon!” you gasp, pussy dripping slick at his voice, “want it, please.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, slipping a hand underneath your skirt and panties to touch your bare pussy.
“Can you cum for me? Get my fingers nice and wet?” He growls, slipping his ring and middle finger in your clenching hole to fuck up hard into your pussy, palm smacking against your clit.
You gasp, hips rocking down into his palm, pussy clenching around his fingers. He rubs his thumb across your swollen clit in rough circles.
“Leon,” you whine, hands grabbing at his forearms, tendons flexing as he keeps finger fucking you against your front door.
You pant, eyes half lidded as you look up into his hungry gaze. Your pussy squelches with every movement, getting wetter at the thought of doing this in broad daylight where any of your neighbors could see.
His deep voice rumbles in your ear, “Love to just fuck you open on my cock, but we’ll have to save that for later.”
Slick leaks from your pussy all over his hand, dripping down his wrist.
“You’re gonna get my uniform all dirty, sweetheart,” he laughs, tongue dipping in your ear before he places a wet kiss on the shell.
You whine high in your throat, hips grinding down harder on his fingers stretching your drippy cunt open, “Leon!”
“Who’s gonna make you cum?” he growls in your ear.
“Daddy,” you buck your hips down into his hand and moan as his palm smacks your clit harshly.
“There we go,” he chuckles meanly, “my pretty girl needs to cream my fingers so daddy can go to work.”
Mewling, you roll your hips down into his rough finger fucking, “Daddy, please.”
He presses hot open mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw before licking into your panting mouth.
Your pussy pulses around his fingers, more slick wetting his fingers.
You feel your orgasm ramping closer with every steady thrust of Leon’s fingers in your aching pussy, “I’m close.”
“Cum for me, soak my fingers, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, voice low and smoky, “you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me.”
With one final swipe against your swollen clit, your back bows off of the door, thighs clamping tightly around his wrist. Your pussy clenches down on his fingers, trying to milk them with soft pulses as your walls flutter around the digits.
“So good for me,” he kisses your cheek then your lips.
He gently pulls his fingers away from your suckling heat, bringing them up to his mouth to lap up your creamy slick. He stares at you, eyes hot and heavy.
“I really need to go or I won’t leave,” he kisses you again, deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“You good to go out tomorrow night?” He pulls back and straightens his shirt, adjusting himself in his slacks.
Your mouth waters at the thought of dropping to your knees for him, but you shake that away.
Still high on endorphins, you smile happily at him, “Sure, tomorrow is good.”
He drops a kiss to your head and you sigh, “Thank you, daddy.”
“Oh my pleasure, sweetheart,” he kisses you once more, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You watch him walk back the way you both came until you can’t make him out anymore. Turning, you unlock your door and shakily step into your house.
You walk over to your couch and drop your bag down before slumping onto the couch cushion next to it. Leaning your head back, you sigh into the empty room. Your body’s still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm and you bite your lip, embarrassment crashing over you at letting Leon finger you on your front stoop.
He just alters your brain chemistry, making you too horny to think clearly. You shift and can still feel how wet your panties are from a moment ago making your nose scrunch in discomfort. As you get up to go take a quick shower, you’re thankful this went more smoothly than when your friend Brad walked you home and Leon was waiting for you at your door.
Your mood dips as you gather your clothes to change into, remembering how angry Leon was and how he almost hurt Brad; you’re pretty sure there’s going to be a scar across his face, but you hope not. Leon was awful in that moment, attacking Brad like he was some sort of rabid dog.
Afterwards, he explained that he thought Brad was trying to hurt you, or worse, and he was only trying to look out for you—take care of you. You apologized profusely to Brad, but you haven’t heard from or seen him since that evening. Maybe you should check up on him after finals.
Entering the bathroom, you set your clothes down on the counter and look at yourself in the mirror. You press the bruise forming on your neck from Leon’s mouth, the twinge shooting straight to your cunt. Lips thinning, you tell yourself you’re going to have to set some boundaries with Leon. It’s the healthy thing to do.
Your mind flashes back to that night in the shower when Leon bruised your neck so badly you had to wear scarves for weeks on end. That dark look that came in his eyes as he held onto your neck still troubles you, but at the same time you think maybe you were just seeing things. He’s been nothing but a gentleman to you; being so sweet to wait on you, not saying anything about your flaky attitude as you keep canceling plans with him.
You sigh, moving over to the shower. You’ll just talk it out on your date tomorrow night and work everything out. No harm, no foul. Right?
The next day passes by in a blur; you turn in your assignments, head home a little early, and get ready to meet up with Leon later.
You dress modestly, a simple blouse and skirt with a pair of cute flats. In no time at all, Leon’s showing up at your door with a lovely bouquet of flowers. He waits for you by the door as you quickly put them in water, then follows you as you walk out, locking the door behind you two.
He opens the door for you and you climb into the front seat of his car. After he slides into the driver’s seat, he makes sure you’re buckled in before starting the car.
“Where are we going?” You watch him drum his fingers on the steering wheel as he pulls away from the curb.
“You’ll see,” he grins at you and winks.
Butterflies dance in your chest as you peer out the window, trying to mentally guess where he’s taking you. After several minutes of comfortable silence, you feel a knot of unease forming in your stomach as he drives out towards Lover’s Lane.
It feels like forever before he turns into an overgrown dirt road and eases the car down past a copse of trees. He drives a few more feet before parking the car and shutting off the engine.
“Thought it would be cute to take you to our first date,” he grins at you, eyes dark and watchful.
Taking in the thick foliage, you recognize the pull off Leon used so long ago to take you apart in his backseat. You can feel your pulse beating in your neck as you smile shakily at him.
“Oh, I, uh, didn’t realize you considered that our first date,” you laugh, hoping to ease the tension you’re feeling.
His eyes narrow at you, smile ticking up into something mean, “Of course, I would,” his voice drops into a low octave, “it was the first time I got to taste your sweet pussy.”
You feel flush and jittery, “O-oh.”
“Why so tense?” He brings his hand to brush back your hair, eyes tracking your expressions.
You try to smile but it falls flat, “Leon, w-we need to talk.”
“About?”
You take in a steady breath, “We need to set some boundaries. I’m j-just feeling a little smothered.”
He hums and you slowly let out your breath.
“Okay,” he nods.
You light up with a real smile, feeling proud of yourself, “Oh, so you understand? I—“
He returns your smile but it’s empty, making your belly swoop with fear, “No, baby. See, I’m only trying to take care of you, so I just don’t get how I’m smothering you?”
Your eyes widen as you press yourself against the door to face him better, “I m-mean you attacked my friend Brad outside of my house. Y-You scared off Laura when we were just chatting in the grocery store. You keep me from interacting with anyone!”
You pant, realizing in the ensuing silence how much you raised your voice. But you don’t care; you’re trying to make a point—make him understand your point of view.
“If we can’t agree on this,” you fidget and wring your hands, bile rising in your throat from nerves, “then I don’t know if I can see you anymore, Leon.”
He laughs then, loudly, tinging on crazed. You only stare at him, fear making your hands feel like static.
The laughing dies off and he stares at you almost fondly, “Stupid girl, you really think you’re going to leave me? We’re made for each other.”
He grabs your hands, staring into your eyes—his gaze manic.
“I just need to show you, teach you, that we’re meant to be. You’re my perfect girl. One I never thought I’d find in this shithole town,” he sighs, “and now you’re trying to leaveme?”
The grip on your hands tightens making you wince.
“I’m not going to let you leave me. You just don’t get that you’re mine. Mine to love, to take care of, to fuck stupid,” he’s squeezing your hands so hard now your joints creak, “but that’s okay, this is a teachable moment. I taught that sweet little mouth manners, that pretty little pussy to cum for me, so I can teach you this too.”
Anxiety flares in your chest even as you feel yourself getting turned on from his crude words.
“Leon—“
“No,” he growls, eyes sea dark and angry, “that’s not my name, pretty girl. Maybe I need to take you over my knee and start fresh.”
Your clit throbs as you clench down on nothing. At that moment, you’re truly torn between your want for Leon and having your line drawn in the sand. You feel like if you let him have his way, there won’t be any turning back.
“I-I’m sorry, I just want—“
“You don’t know what you want,” he coos, “but that’s okay, I can teach my dumb girl til she knows better.”
He lets go of your hands to pull you by the arms and in that split second your brain goes into fight or flight. You twist the door handle and fall out of the car backwards, landing on your ass. Quickly, you stand up to face Leon, who’s still sitting in the drivers seat, watching you with an unreadable expression.
“I’d think twice, sweetheart,” he warns, voice deepening, “don’t make me chase you.”
You feel a thrill of fear trickle down your spine as your heartbeat pulses in your cunt, making the gusset of your panties wet at the idea of Leon running after you.
You shake your head, feeling mixed up with all these conflicting ideas and emotions.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, turning to run back to the main road—away from Leon, awayfrom the hot arousal at being at his mercy, away from that dark part of you that likeshis obsessive nature.
While regretting your choice of a cute skirt and flats for tonight as you run, you hear a car door open and slam behind you. Your anxiety spikes again at the noise of his boots behind you. Leon’s footsteps are slow, but getting quicker and quicker until you know he’s running behind you—after you.
Another dark pulse of want flares in your body even as the anxiety blooms in your chest, making your fingers tingle and breathe quicken. Sadly, although you give it your all, you don’t make it that far. Leon’s broad form bear hugs you from behind making you lose your balance and trip.
Your knees sting as they break your fall, dirt and rocks digging into your skin. The adrenaline pumping in your body makes you lightheaded, veins thrumming with energy and endorphins.
Leon’s body is on top of yours, shoving you further into the wet leaf strewn ground. You hate that you love this, arousal rushing through you.
“Why are you acting like such a bitch?” He snarls in your ear, “all I’m trying to do is take care of you.”
Tears blur your vision as you arch your back, trying to buck Leon off of you.
“Stop! Please, I just want to go home,” you cry out.
“Baby,” he croons, “you should’ve thought of that before you wanted to act like a brat. Now, I’m gonna have to show you your place.”
You hiccup a sob, thrashing underneath his bulky build but not getting anywhere. Realizing you can’t move, your panties fill with slick as your clit throbs with want.
“You’re just making it worse for yourself,” he sighs, hot breath fanning the hair by your ear, “gonna just have to show you what I mean when I say you’re mine.”
You feel hot all over, pussy getting wetter at the thought of Leon taking you right here and now where anyone could see. To give yourself one last fighting chance, against him and yourself, you jerk your head back and feel it connect with his nose. He lets go of you with a low curse, hands going to his face on instinct. Trying to gain some sort of footing, you haphazardly crawl forward on your hands and knees, feet slipping on the foliage.
You get out from underneath Leon and try to stand up when you feel a large hand clamp down around your ankle.
“I don’t think so,” he growls, yanking you back towards him.
Fingers scrabbling at the dirt as he drags you backwards leaves cuts and scrapes across both palms. You’re crying harder now, snot leaking down your nose as you gasp for breath. Dark arousal curls in your belly, nipples tightening to hard points in your bra. He’s so strong that it takes very little to manhandle you back down, face first in the dirt and ass in the air.
“Just keep making this harder and harder on yourself,” he sighs, put out, like you’re some unruly child.
“Leon,” you whimper softly, “please.”
One of his calloused hands presses your neck down to keep your upper body still, “Let’s not move too much, okay?”
He squeezes down when you don’t answer, “Okay??”
“Okay!” You squeal, pain pinching your nerves making your rub your thighs together to alleviate the pulsing in your cunt.
“Good girl,” he mocks, dragging his free hand along your ribs to your hip and around to fondle your ass under your skirt.
“You’re sick,” you bite out, voice muffled, trying desperately to quell the want thrumming in your body.
“Oh I know I am, sweetheart,” he coos down at you, “but so are you.”
He cups your pussy with his palm, fingers rubbing your slit through your wet panties.
“Damn,” he chuckles derisively, “fucking leaking all over my fingers, pretty girl. Like when I get mean with you?”
You mewl as his fingers pinch your soaked clit.
“Mmm got you real hot for me,” he rumbles.
His fingers pause as he leans further over your body, “Say, I have an idea sweetheart.
“What would you think,” he taps his middle finger against your sensitive clit on every word, “if I raped this hot little cunt of yours? No one’s around to stop me, right?”
You moan, hands clawing at the dirt and drenching your panties further making him laugh in disbelief.
“What a nasty fucking girl,” he chuckles, “getting soaked at that.”
He slips his fingers past the band on your panties and trails his fingers across your leaking hole and up to rub your clit.
“Thought about it,” he muses out loud, fingers slipping back to press into your cunt, “just shoving my dick into your tight pussy whether you wanted it or not.”
You moan, the fight slowly leaving your body as he tells you about his sick fantasy, one that makes you clench on his fingers and drip down your thighs.
“Yeah,” he growls, scissoring open your hole with his middle and ring fingers, “you make it so easy too. Walking home alone all the time. Don’t even notice me tailing you, pretty girl.
“Can just sneak up on you, drag you down that little alley next to the library and fuck this tight cunt until I’ve had my fill,” he fucks his fingers up into your clenching hole, “just leave you a dripping, cum filled mess right in the alley.”
You suddenly clamp down hard around his fingers, eyelashes fluttering as the orgasm hits you fast.
He laughs at you, pulling his fingers from your drenched cunt, “So fucking nasty, knew you’d be perfect for me, just had to get you to see it.”
“Hope you learned your lesson, pretty girl,” he helps you to your feet, turning you to face him and pressing your back against the closest tree.
You jerkily nod your head, feeling wrung out like an old dish cloth.
“Good,” he pats your cheek, eyes dragging down your body taking in the state of your clothes.
“Looking a little messy there, baby,” he grins, pulling out his pocketknife.
Fear clogs your throat making you speechless.
“W-wha—“
He grabs the hem of your shirt and slices through the material, going from the bottom all the way up to your neck. The blouse falls open showing Leon your bra. He lifts it from you chest and slices through it too, breasts spilling out into the cool night air.
Leon pockets the knife and grabs your breasts, fondling them and pinching your nipples.
“Oh I hope you didn’t think we were through,” he smirks, eyes glinting in the dark, “gonna let you run one more time, sweet thing. If you get away, I promise to be a little less.. intense with you. But if I catch you, I’m gonna ravage this sweet pussy again and again.”
You whine, cunt feeling swollen and sore between your legs, “M-my legs— my knees hurt.”
He looks down and pouts, “Oh poor thing. Okay, how about this.”
He grabs you by the neck and presses you even tighter against the tree. Your hands scrabble against his forearm but he doesn’t budge.
“Let me try to rape this pussy,” his eyes are dark, voice deep, “fight me, bite me, scratch me, do everything you can to keep me from fucking you. Fight me hard enough and I’ll stop.”
He crowds against your body, hard nipples pressed against his shirt, “But if I feel you giving up, giving in, I’m gonna take you again and again on this dirty fucking ground til your swollen with my cum.”
You try your hardest against him. You bite, kick, scratch, spit (which he loved, spitting it back into your mouth making you wet), even clawing at his arms and back until you drew blood, but Leon still pins your weak body down on the ground.
He lays between your legs to lick and bite at your nipples until you’re thrashing in his grip.
“Aww tits too sore?” he grins at you, “too fucking bad.”
While his mouth concentrates on your breasts, he rips your skirt down your legs and tosses it away. You hear as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants. Using his hands, he wrenches your legs open and moves your panties to the side without slipping them off, feeding his cock into your dripping cunt.
“That’s it,” he groans as you punch his shoulders and try to kick him, “fight me, gets me so fucking hard.”
“Help!” You scream out, pressing your head back into the ground.
“Yes,” he groans, humping deeper into your silky heat.
“Help me please!” Your voice breaks on the last word, a low cry slipping out as Leon plays with your clit.
“Won’t be long, sweetheart,” he laughs at you, “got me really fucking worked up this time.”
You whine, tears slipping down your face, pussy clenching and milking his cock while he rubs your clit just the way you like.
“Please!” you cry out, no longer sure who you’re calling for.
“We should do this every date night,” he laughs, a low rumbling growl leaving his throat afterwards as you clamp down at that suggestion.
“Perfect, you’re so—,” he groans, “got me a nasty fucking slut.”
He spits on your mouth making you hiccup a moan, back arching. You let him tug your chin down so he can spit in your open mouth. You whine, tongue lolling out, silently begging for more.
“Fuck me,” he grits out, leaning over you to drool all in your mouth.
“Swallow it you little brat,” he rasps, eyes hungrily watching you as you do as he says.
He fucks into you a little deeper and grinds his fat tip against your cervix making you completely tense around him. He rubs harsh circles on your clit as he keeps grinding until you scream out and cream all over his cock, your slick making his thrusts easier.
“Yes, fuck yes,” Leon groans, letting himself cum inside you, hot jizz kissing the entrance to your womb as he fills up your cunt. He finally pulls out, painting the inside of your thighs white with the rest of his cum.
“You’re so dirty for me, pretty girl,” Leon praises, making you whine, “gonna slip right back in this sweet pussy.”
You keen, hole fluttering around nothing. He grabs your hip and twists you until you’re face down in the dirt, knees digging into the rough ground. Tilting your hips up higher, the fat head of Leon’s cock presses against your opening.
He slowly presses inside making you moan loudly—the angle stretching your pussy almost painfully. He finally bottoms out inside of you, the head of his dick kissing your cervix making you constantly clench around him.
“You can be such a good girl for me if you just learn to behave.”
“Leon,” you slur, drunk off the feeling of being so full.
A sharp smack lands on your ass, “My name’s not Leon right now. Don’t make me tell you again.”
You clench down at the sting, pussy eagerly milking the thick cock stretching you wide, “Daddy!”
“Such a tight hole,” he hisses.
Your legs spasm as your feet kick out, a low moan slipping from your lips.
“Mmm, you like that? Like knowing how tight you are?” He laughs down at you, one hand gripping your neck as the other grabs your hip.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, grinding against your cervix to make you squeal.
“Y-you’re gonna— my pussy’s— you’re gonna ruin my pussy—“ you’re drooling in the dirt, body held down as Leon uses you how he wants.
He growls, “Ruin your pussy? Fuck, baby. Yeah m’gonna ruin this sweet cunt for anyone else but me.”
Without realizing it, you press back, rolling your hips against his thrusting to make it easier for him to fuck you nice and deep.
“How does it feel getting your juicy little pussy raped in the middle of the woods, huh?” He coos, fake sympathy coloring his tone, “sounds like it feels good, sweetheart. Sounds like you like daddy raping your cute cunt.”
“Daddy,” you keen at the truth in his words, walls fluttering around his fat cock, “daddy, please.”
“Tell me,” he slows until he’s barely grinding into your squelching pussy.
“Feels good,” you whimper, tears dripping down your face, “feels good when daddy rapes my cute pussy.”
He laughs and smacks your ass a few times as he picks up the pace, humping his dick deeper into your cunt, “Yeah it does.”
Leon grabs your hair and pulls until your back’s flush with his chest. His other hand cups your jaw before dropping down to your neck and gripping tightly.
Gasping, you feel his hand tighten a fraction more causing you to drip at the sensation. Your hole greedily clenches down on the cock slowly fucking you into submission.
Leon gives a low growl, “Want me to make you my own personal hole, pretty girl?”
You press back eagerly onto Leon’s throbbing dick as he thrusts harder into your tight hole.
Leon nips at your earlobe, “Gonna breed this wet cunt til you’re full.”
You mewl pitifully, clit throbbing, “Daddy, daddy.”
He snarls and shoves you face down into the earth again. You can’t really see anything, completely pinned down by the hand on your neck.
However, you feel the thick cock stretching you, filling you more than you thought possible. You kind of hate it, hate feeling so full—so good. Your pussy clenches and spasms on his thick cock, slowly fucking into you. You feel yourself getting even wetter, easing the way for him to fill your hole over and over again.
Leon moans and grunts with each slow thrust inside your pussy, his deep baritone sliding over you leaving goosebumps in its wake.
He adjusts the angle and presses against your g-spot on every thrust, grinding against it making you moan loudly into the night air. The fat tip of his cock stretches your cunt so wide, it makes you clench tighter around his dick.
His hips stutter before he begins deep, rolling thrusts that has you drooling in pleasure. You feel so debased and it only makes it hotter. You want more. Want Leon to stuff you full—stretch you out on his fat cock, cum inside you until it’s dripping down your thighs.
“Daddy,” you mewl.
“Fuck,” he grits out, “don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you good.”
You try to beg, but only whine in pleasure as his fingers caress your clit with light touches before gliding over your slick pussy lips, spreading you further open for him.
“Such a good girl.”
He starts a rougher tempo, pounding his cock into you with abandon. You know you’ll be bruised around your knees and hands where the dirt and rocks dig into your skin from being pinned to the ground. Your tits sway with each thrust of his fat cock in your squelching cunt, hard nipples grazing the forest floor. You want to shout—yell at him but only moans and pleas slip past your lips.
With a low tearing sound, you feel Leon rip off the rest of your panties leaving your pussy completely exposed. His hot hands caress what they can reach before grabbing handfuls of your ass to thrust harder, deeper into you.
“Always so good,” he groans, “love fucking your tight pussy.”
You begin to cum, pussy walls pulsing and clenching around the thick cock stretching you to your limits. Whining and moaning as your orgasm crests, Leon fucks into you harder—his fingers dipping between your legs to tease and pinch your clit.
“That’s it,” he grunts, “cum all over my cock, sweetheart. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you hard. Breed this hot little cunt.”
Keening, you keep cumming as his fat cockchead rubs at your g spot and pounds against your cervix. The pain coalesces into pleasure making your eyes roll back.
“S’too much,” you slur, legs kicking from the overstimulation, “too much!”
Leon ignores you and rabbits his hips into your hot, wet pussy. You squirm, but he has you pinned with his strong arms so it only makes you whine as he rails you into the dirt, slick leaking down your thighs.
“Ready for me to fill you up, pretty girl?” he groans.
Without waiting for any answer, he buries his cock deep, shooting his thick load straight into your clenching pussy. You cum hard, body tensing all over, pussy walls eagerly milking his cock as rope after rope of hot cum fills you to the brim.
He keeps thrusting, cock spurting continually until he finally pulls his half hard dick out, cum trickling out of your swollen cunt and dribbling down your thighs.
His cock kicks and begins to fill out again at the sight, so he slides back into your willing hole.
“Yeah, going to keep you here. Breed you until your full,” he smirks to himself, “you love it, don’t you sweetheart?”
You moan at the feeling of him thrusting back into your cum filled pussy. His hands reach up to grope your tits, flicking your nipples roughly until your pussy pulses and clenches around his cock buried deep inside you.
You mewl and whine as he keeps twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.
“Dirty little slut,” he rasps, slowing down to deep rolling thrusts so his cock drags against your fluttering pussy walls.
You moan, eyes watering, “Daddy, please.”
You try to squirm and move away from the overstimulation, but Leon holds you in place as he fucks your gooey cunt.
“Fuck, gonna cum again,” he chuckles meanly, moving his fingers down to flick and pinch your swollen clit, “pussy so good, gonna milk me dry.”
He cums in you again, just as your walls clamp down on his thick cock. You scream so loud it echoes back to you from the surrounding trees. Your pussy gushes out slick like a fountain as he fucks another hot load deep into your willing cunt.
Leon pulls out slowly and watches his jizz drip out of your spasming cunt and down over the swollen, fat lips of your pussy. He quickly flips you over onto your back and pushes his middle and index finger into your pulsing walls to rub against your g-spot.
“C’mon, squirt again, baby, really want you to soak me,” he bites down on your hip bone.
Your legs and arms are jello, no fight left in your body as Leon fingers your cunt. His other hand rubs circles into your clit while he slides three fingers in and out of your sore pussy.
You feel it slowly ramping up higher and higher, thighs trembling, “G’nna cum.”
Leon fucks his fingers up into your pussy even harder, nailing your g-spot until you’re screaming again and gushing slick from your hole. He keeps up the harsh pace, prolonging your orgasm and making you squirt over and over, soaking his jeans and shirt.
He gently eases up and slides his fingers out, giving your mound a light smack that has your hips jumping.
“Daddy,” you whine up at him, body buzzing and head empty, trying to pull him down, “kiss, please.”
He huffs a low laugh as he licks past your drooling lips, tongue fucking deep into your mouth. You lazily make out on the cold ground until you start to shiver. Leon slowly pulls away, a strand of spit connecting your swollen lips.
“Think we should go home, baby,” his eyes rove over your spent body, taking in the mess he made.
“Okay,” you whisper, voice shot and hoarse, “need help up.”
“I’ve got you,” he smiles crookedly, “I’ve always got you.”
You must be as sick as he says because instead of the usual anxiety, you feel a hot bolt of arousal shoot to your aching pussy.
“I know, Leon,” you sigh, feeling something settle disjointedly in your mind as he picks you up, “thank you.”
Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, dark!leon, yandere!leon, threats of bodily harm, vomiting, obsessive!leon, stalker!leon, just Leon being absolutely bonkers insane 👌
Kinda looked over but not really proofread 😅
Title from Hey You by Pink Floyd (really fits Leon in this part)
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It feels like you’re swimming in molasses; your consciousness is fighting to the surface in fits and starts. The first thing you notice is a slight ringing in your ears followed by the realization that you passed out. You open your eyes and squint at the low light saturating the room.
Trying to move your body leads to nowhere. You’re sitting in a chair with your legs tied together at the ankles and thighs; you can feel the constriction of rope wrapped around your middle, pinning your upper arms in place. You look down at your wrists and see them tied together in front of you with what looks like cloth, almost like a handkerchief.
“Oh good! You’re awake.”
Your attention snaps to the cheery voice on the other side of the room; you didn’t see the door before when looking around, but to be fair you’re still slowly coming to grips with where you are and what has happened to you.
The officer walks into the room until his boots are inches away from your own flats. Crouching down to be at a more even level with you, his lips tick up into that charming grin that tricked you in the first place.
“Sweetheart, don’t look so down. You don’t know how lucky you are,” he chastises, nudging your chin up with the knuckles on his thumb and forefinger.
“If you hadn’t have run, why we wouldn’t be here right now,” his full mouth turns down with faux sympathy, “such a shame you got caught so easily though.”
“Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone—“
He laughs, “I know you’re not. And I’m not letting you go just yet. Want to make sure we’re clear about some things first.”
You bite the inside of your cheek in an effort to stave off the tears threatening to spill.
“Please, officer. I just want to go home.”
“Aww,” he coos, running a thumb underneath your eye to catch what tears fall. He sucks the thumb into his mouth and hums at the salty taste, eyes hungry and dark.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he leans forward and nuzzles your cheek before giving it a soft kiss. “Gonna take care of my sweet girl, give her all the love she deserves.”
At that admission more tears fall from your eyes. You can feel a panic attack hovering, ready to sweep over your senses. Your fingers feel numb and your chest’s tight.
“Baby,” his voice low and soothing, “I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I just want to go home,” you tiredly whisper, voice clogged with tears.
“For now you are home,” he kisses your cheek again, tongue darting out to lick the tears dripping from your eyes.
Your vision goes woozy, bile rising in your throat so fast it makes your nose run.
“‘m gonna be sick,” you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth, “really, I-I’m—“
You gag and thankfully Leon pulls away from you with soft words of sympathy. He pulls a knife from the holster on his side and quickly slices through the rope binding your chest and arms then the one circling your thighs.
“I’m going to pick you up and bring you to the toilet,” he slips the knife back to his side, and eases you from the chair.
He picks you up bridal style and carries you out of the room; stepping into a short hallway, he takes you into the door directly across from you.
He eases you down onto the floor next to the toilet, ankles and wrists still tied limiting your movement. Quickly, you flip the toilet lid up and retch into the bowl.
“There, there,” he rubs your back, making you flinch and gag harder, “you’ll feel better once it’s all out.”
Tears splash into the dirty water, snot running freely down your face as you retch again, stomach acid coating the back of your throat leaving a sour and bitter tang on your tongue.
He continues touching you, petting your hair or rubbing your back while you puke up what little dinner is in your stomach. After you dry heave a few times, your body slumps back in exhaustion.
“I hate that my pretty girl isn’t feeling good,” he sighs into your hair, pressing a kiss on your head.
You’re so wrung out that you can only feel despair at the situation, no tears left to shed. Leon leans past you to flush the contents down the toilet.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” he stands then bends down to scoop you up in his arms bridal style again.
He takes a few steps to set you down on the sink countertop. You watch in numb dissonance as he wets a cloth under the tap.
“Close your eyes for me, sweet girl,” his lips curl up in a facsimile of warmth.
Not really having a choice, your eyes shut bathing your thoughts in darkness. You feel as Leon gently wipes your eyelids with the warm damp cloth. He diligently cleans up your face, making sure to clean off any traces of snot and vomit.
You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see his crazed eyes anymore.. not wanting to deal with the reality of this situation. A few small tears drip from your closed eyelids making Leon tsk at you.
“Look at me,” he murmurs, his low voice humming in your ears.
Eyelashes fluttering open, you watch as that crooked smile slides over his face.
“There she is,” he coos, “just one last thing, okay?”
You flinch at the sound of plastic cracking open and look down at his hands. He pulls out a new toothbrush from its package. Reaching around you, he runs it under the hot tap again. He pulls it back and after squeezing toothpaste across the damp bristles does he offer it to you.
You stare at it, mind blissfully empty for a moment before Leon’s sigh jerks your attention back up to him.
“Well I guess it would be awkward for you,” he pushes closer, titling your head up and holding your jaw, “open up for me, sweetheart.”
Keeping your mouth shut, you press your lips together more firmly. His eyes narrow down at you, a mean pinched expression coming into his face.
“Don’t be a brat,” his thumb presses on the pressure point in your jaw making you open your mouth to stop the pain.
He slips the toothbrush past your parted lips, “See? Behave for me and everything will be just fine.”
As the minty flavor hits your tongue, humiliation bubbles up in your chest paired with white hot indignation; in this moment, you hate Leon with every atom of your body. You’ve never felt like this about anything or anyone, but you hope you convey how you feel with your eyes as you watch Leon focus on brushing your teeth.
He lets go of your jaw to grab your chin and open your mouth wider.
“Gotta make sure we don’t miss any spots. Don’t want my pretty girl getting cavities now, do we?”
Before you can even think about it, you’re spitting in Leon’s face. You watch with slow dawning horror as toothpaste and spittle slide down the straight line of his nose. His pouty mouth thins, eyes darkening instantly.
He sets the toothbrush on the counter and takes the cloth from earlier to quickly wipe down his face.
“That wasn’t very nice,” his deep baritone makes you draw in on yourself, “apologize. Now.”
His demeanor softens, but his face stays unreadable, “If you keep up the attitude, I’ll be forced to fix it. Do you understand?”
Fear seizes you by the throat so you nod jerkily, tears pricking at your waterline again.
“Good girl,” he pets your hair back, “I’m going to finish what I started, but if you act up again I’ll backhand that pretty mouth, okay?”
Hands shaking in your lap, you wilt under his intense gaze, “I understand,” whisper sounding loud in the small bathroom.
“Good,” he picks up the toothbrush and rinses it off before reapplying toothpaste.
He holds it in front of your lips and you open your mouth without any prompting.
His lips tick up into a mean smile, “Good girl.”
You stare at the wall just past his shoulder and let him brush your teeth. He tilts your jaw as needed, the silence so loud you can hear your heartbeat pulsing in your ears.
You start when you feel cool plastic touch your bottom lip. Your eyes jump to his face, his own darkened gaze watching you.
“Need you to rinse, pretty girl,” he raises an eyebrow, “not going to have any repeats, right?”
You softly shake your head no, mouth too full of foamy toothpaste to answer. He angles the cup up, water trickling slowly into your mouth. You swirl it in your mouth and angle your head to the sink and spit it out.
“Good girl,” he praises, hand stroking your side.
You stiffen as he picks you up again, quickly carrying you back into the bedroom where you woke up. This time he sets you down gently on the bed, bypassing the chair he had you tied in earlier. He kneels in front of you, similar to earlier, and checks the bindings on your wrists and ankles.
“Why are you doing this?” hands twisting in your lap, you bring your gaze up from them to look in his face.
He frowns at you, “Do you really not know?”
Anxiety spiking in your chest, you frown back at him, “No, I don’t. I just want to go home. Please.”
He sighs and shakes his head, “You know I can’t do that. You really don’t know why? Or recognize me?”
That draws you up short. Your lips part to ask, but you pause, trying to think past the horror of what’s happening to you, to think back on any time you may have run into this crazed man.
He watches the emotions flit over your face with rapt attention.
“I-I don’t rem—“
“Sure you do,” he gently massages your calves, “there’s that one time at the grocery store.”
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Unbeknownst to you, Leon’s been stalking you around town for a long time.
His shifts at work fluctuate, but he’s always clocking out in time to tail you. This past week, in particular, you haven’t really gone out much after getting home from class. Once to the grocery store, where he discreetly followed you inside.
However, this isn’t the incident he’s referring to; the first time he ever caught a glimpse of you was after a grueling sixteen hour shift. He was burnt out. Completely dead on his feet, he’s just standing in the canned food aisle blankly staring at rows of green beans.
Laughter snaps him out of it. It feels like his soul slams back down in his body. Blinking rapidly, he turns his attention to the end of the aisle and sees...
You.
God, he sees you.
You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.
You’re not really paying attention to him, on the phone with someone as you laugh and smile at whatever they say, but it’s enough.
It’s.
Enough.
He feels lighter than he has in months, in years. Just seeing your face soothes that horrible nothingness that has started to blanket his life. Everyday the same gray monotony. And now?
You’re beautiful and sweet.. perfect, you’re perfect.
He watches you now, as you shuffle along pulling cans off the shelf to drop in your basket. He stands in the same spot, hoping you’ll look at him, notice him.
Please.
He knows he looks like death warmed over; he’s been in the shit all day today, helping this backwater town tread water a little while longer. But he has hope.
The little thing with wings.
His breath catches in his chest when you walk past him. You glance over at him as you’re passing and smile. At him.
You smile at him.
You keep walking, attention going back to your phone call and he watches you the entire time until you’re out of sight, leaving the aisle to finish your own shopping.
From there, it’s simple to memorize your tag and get your information. It’s simple to figure out your schedule and follow you home (for you own safety of course).
It’s simple to see that you need someone to take care of you; you’re far too trusting— too nice to people who don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve to even breathe the same air as you. But Leon’s got it. He’s got you even though you don’t know it yet, but one day, you will.
He’s saving you from those plebeians. Like that annoying library aide who didn’t get the hint you weren’t interested, who suddenly resigned and moved away; kinda odd how he favored that left side pretty severely as he avoided you on his last day.
Or the guy at the coffee shop who slipped you his number and later found himself severely beaten by an unknown assailant; funny how the cops never found any suspects for that case. The guy stopped showing up at the coffee shop and last you heard he moved back home to be with his parents.
This last guy who invited you out to Lovers Lane is in for a fun surprise once Leon is comfortable in leaving you here alone for a long period of time. He has lots of plans for him that he’s excited to test out.
There’s a hungry, dark part of Leon that he doesn’t let out very often; oh it helps with his job, being around the vilest scum of the earth always brings out that nasty part of his psyche, but it helps keep the trash in check.
It’s always boiling under the surface, lurking and waiting, but now that he’s seen you—has you— it’s like a shark scenting blood. All of his senses amplify, wanting to protect you, keep you safe from the awful reality that is the everyday in this shithole town.
He’s prepared to do everything and anything to keep you here, to himself, and show you that only he truly knows what’s best for you.
That stupid boy you went out with doesn’t stand a chance once Leon gets his hands on him. He touched you, had the audacity to toss you to the side— Leon pushes that from his mind before he spirals.
The chase you gave him earlier in the night ignited his blood, brought him alive like nothing has in quite some time. He felt disappointment when you were so easily caught, but you at least tried to get away, tried to fight him off; that alone sent elation and arousal buzzing through his body to the point he was afraid you would slip from his grasp in his excitement.
The fear in your eyes made his heart race, although there’s no real reason to be scared of him. Leon will never hurt you in a way that matters. Correcting your behavior isn’t hurting you, it’s only teaching you how to treat yourself better.
Leon feels like Lady Luck is finally shining a light on his life. You’re so perfect for him. He wants to sink his teeth in your body again and again— mark you where everyone can see you’re off limits. That you belong to him.
Your quiet voice pulls his attention back to you—back to the present.
“I think I saw you once,” your eyes are so earnest, so lovely, “I was on the phone with my mom. I remember seeing a cop at some point while shopping.”
He smiles at you all sugar sweet, “There we go. See? You do remember me.”
“B-but I know we’ve never even talked to each other. I don’t really even know you,” tears fill your eyes, making Leon ache to take you apart with his mouth but he refrains from doing so—even though it’s so hard not to.
“Well, now you’ll have plenty of time,” he takes your bound wrists in hand and kisses your fingertips, “you’ll get to know me and see how much you belong here.”
His chest feels full while he watches your eyes widen, anxiousness pinching your features as you fold in on yourself. Sorrow and fear enhances your beauty to the point Leon almost feels suffocated.
Almost.
He smiles tenderly at you, kissing your fingertips again, “Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’m here to take care of you.”
Your shoulders hitch as you sob quietly in front of him, face turned down but he can still see those glittering trails of saline caress your cheeks. That hungry want rises in him again, but he keeps it in check.
He ticks your chin up with his knuckles and coos at your distress.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, indulging himself again by lapping up your tears, “my sweet, pretty girl.”
Your eyes cut to his once he pulls back and it makes his cock throb and kick in his boxers. So hateful. He can see how much you want to rip into him, how you’d love to take him apart with your bare hands. He tamps down the urge to let you go, to really see what you would do to him.
He smiles widely, gleefully, at you, but your eyes are still smoldering with hate and anguish.
“There she is,” he purrs, voice smoky, “the perfect girl for me.”
He drags a thumb from the apple of your cheek down to your bottom lip. He sees the instant you think about lashing out, biting his thumb, but you reel it in.
He’s dizzy at your restraint. The utter lack of action makes him want to push you further, see how far he can go, but he also reigns it in; he wants you to be on the same page. He needs you to see things his way—the right way, the only way. He’s so hard now that it hurts.
Leon glances at his watch and frowns in distaste.
“I hate to cut this short, but I’ve gotta go.”
He stands to his full height making you crane your head up to keep looking at him. Looking down at you, he wants you so much he’s sick with it.
“Won’t be gone too long, sweetheart,” he slips his hands under your arms and places you back in the chair.
“No, no, please,” you tremble, “I’ll be good, officer. Please don’t tie me up again, please.”
He watches you, sea dark eyes roving over your lovely features.
“Promise to behave until I get back? I won’t be gone long,” he narrows his eyes at you, “and if you try anything. Anything. It’s going to be bad for you.”
You nod your head quickly, “Promise. Thank you.”
That makes him pause. He smiles at you again, brushing wisps of your hair away from your face.
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart. Such a good girl I have. Let’s keep it that way, hmm?”
You nod again, eyes wide in your face.
He caresses your cheek with the palm of his hand and then steps completely away.
“Like I said, I’ll be back soon. Don’t try anything silly while I’m gone,” he laughs, a spark of excitement warming his chest, “or do. I guess I wouldn’t mind either way.”
He gives you one last lingering look as he closes the bedroom door. He locks the door lock along with the padlock he has bolted on the outside. Always better safe than sorry he thinks.
He listens at the door for a moment and after not hearing anything except your soft crying, he steps away. Following the short hallway that opens out into the living space, he easily makes his way to the front door.
Leon steps outside and takes his time securing the front door with a padlock on the outside as well. This place is isolated, but he’s not wanting to take any chances. Even if you did make it out of the bedroom, all of the windows have bars on them. There is no back door and the front door is made of heavy oak so there’s no way you’re kicking it down easily.
He’s truly only worried that if you do make your way out his little hunting shack that you’re going to be set upon by a wild animal. He’s seen things like it before; careless hunters or drunk idiots coming into the precinct spouting off about the wild coyotes they stumbled across or a lone wolf, even the occasional badger or snack attack.
You’re much too precious for him to lose in such an awful, and preventive, way. Leon tugs on the door harshly and is satisfied to see that it doesn’t budge. He pockets his keys and turns away. He whistles a jaunty little tune to himself as he takes the barely visible trail away from the shack.
The tree trunks eventually narrow as he leaves the small clearing surrounding the place, pushing past brush and thorn bushes. Leon grins to himself as he makes his way out to the hidden area he parked his car. He’s so excited to get back to you, but first he has to make sure you’re not missed elsewhere. After all, you’re perfectly safe and content where you’re at now, he guarantees it.
Warnings: dark Leon, dirty talk, biting, thigh fucking, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, breeding kink, choking, tit slapping, spit kink, uhh I think that’s all 🤷♀️ lol
As per the usual, not proofread lol
Title from Evil by Interpol
Thank you guys for the kind comments and likes 💜 hope you guys enjoy 😘
Part 1: Mr. Sinister
Part 2: Mirror On The Wall (Tell Me All The Ways to Stay Away)
Part 3: One Love, Two Mouths
Part 5: I Know It Sounds Absurd, Please Tell Me Who I Am
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Leon quickly makes his way into the bathroom, sitting you down on the countertop. As he begins to warm up the shower, you give yourself a cursory glance in the mirror situated over the sink and flush at the sight. You see a smattering of bite marks cross your clavicle and alongside your neck. Your nipples are swollen and puffy, almost matching your kiss bitten lips. Light bruising can be seen on your hips in the shape of hands. Leon definitely left a mark or two.
“Can’t wait to take you to bed, sweetheart. Gonna take my time with you, make you scream for me some more.”
You know your pupils are blown when you meet his dark stare in the mirror.
“You get in first, sweetheart,” Leon kisses the side of your neck and helps you down from the sink top. “I’ll grab the towels.”
You step into the shower, checking the water with your hand before letting it run over you.
You hear the door shut, followed by the click of the lock sliding in place. You shiver in anticipation. A few moments pass with the only sound being that of a cabinet opening and closing and then Leon joins you in the shower.
“Hi,” you smile, a flush suffusing your body.
“Hi,” Leon‘s lips quirk up at the corners as he runs his fingertips across your shoulders and down your arms.
You let your eyes drift down to Leon’s half hard dick, twitching and beginning to fill out under your gaze. You bite your lip as a whine slips out.
“Baby,” Leon murmurs, tipping your head until your eyes met.
He dips his head and lets your lips brush together before pressing in harder. Leon crowds you against the wall before sliding his tongue into your open and eager mouth. Pulling back, he gives a harsh nip to your bottom lip, tugging it with his sharp canines before suckling softly.
You whine, hands scrambling against broad shoulders, trying to pull him closer. Your hips roll forward, grinding into Leon’s hot, hard cock. Your pussy starts to leak slick down your thighs. You know you’re kissing back sloppily, but Leon’s just making you feel so so good.
“Please,” you pant after he pulls back.
“Please what?” Leon’s voice rumbles against your throat as he kisses your pulse point.
“Daddy, please!”
“Use your words, baby. Daddy can’t give his girl what she needs if she doesn’t ask for it, right slut?”
You feel a throb of arousal at the name, heat flooding your body.
“You like that?” Leon smirks, feeling your pulse jump in your throat.
You nod shyly.
“Leon, I want you.”
A chuckle emanates from his wide chest, “You have me.”
“You know that’s not what I meant,” you pout.
He pulls away from mouthing at your neck. He takes in your pouty mouth, the water dripping from your lashes, and those pleading eyes.
“I want you to finger me,” you murmur, eyes cast down in embarrassment.
Leon groans and presses a couple of deep, hungry kisses into your wet mouth.
“Okay, sweetheart,” his right hand drifts down past your hips and lets his fingers gently stroke over you wet slit.
You keen high in your throat, “Please, please..”
He shushes you with more long, sweet kisses, tongues tasting each other as his middle finger begins to slowly work its way into your willing cunt. Your hole greedily latches onto the digit probing your opening. It isn’t long before Leon slips in two fingers and begins to slowly pump them in and out.
“Leon,” you gasp out, rolling down into the motion, “please stretch me, Daddy. I want to take your cock again.”
“Fuck,” Leon rests his forehead against the wall next to you, “I’ll open you up at the speed I want, baby. Be patient.”
You pant, “Daddy, please.”
“Mmm, I’m only going to finger you, sweetheart,” he chuckles at your frustration, letting his fingers slowly slip out and circle your clit before pushing back in just as slow.
“I want to take my time with your sweet little cunt, baby.”
“Please,” you mewl, biting your lower lip, eyes hazy with want as you press yourself down onto Leon’s hand, wanting his fingers deeper.
“Behave, sweetheart,” Leon’s deep voice holds a trace of amusement as he starts scissoring your hole open, “cause I can also bend you over and spank your ass red because you’re not listening.”
Your pussy clenches around his fingers as you arch in his hold.
His eyes darken to a smoldering blue, “Do I need to? Do you need a spanking, baby?”
“N-no,” you glance away, feeling shy as arousal thrums under your skin.
He hums disbelievingly, “I think you do, but not right now. We’ll just have to save it for later.”
You sigh in pleasure as Leon adds a third finger, “Mmm yes, Daddy.”
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, slotting your mouths together.
Soft sighs and low groans are the only sounds permeating the shower as Leon thoroughly fingers you open.
“It feels so good,” you moan, drunk on the pleasure racing through your body, “it’s perfect.”
Leon laughs low, lips brushing your neck, “Is it?”
He helps you to bring your right leg up and wrap around his waist. This gives him the perfect view to watch his fingers sink into your welcoming cunt.
“Mmm yeah, Leon, it feels so so good.”
“Oh yeah?” Leon’s eyes slowly drag up from watching his fingers disappear inside your wet hole to the blissed out expression on your face.
“Gonna get you nice and sloppy, sweetheart,” he speaks into your ear before sucking on the lobe.
You moan eagerly, “Yeah?”
“Baby, I’m going to train your hole to take my cock so well,” his fingers pull out to slowly stroke your clit, “gonna breed this sweet little cunt.”
“Leon, you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” your legs shake.
“Shhh, just let me play with your hole a bit more, baby.”
“Daddy,” you plead.
“I have you so nice and stretched out,” his pupil blown eyes never leave your clenching pussy.
You bite your lip and roll your hips down into the fingers pressing into you, “Can you keep talking to me?”
Leon’s brow quirks up, “How?”
You squirm in embarrassment but keep silent.
His voice sharps, “Tell me.”
“I like when you call me names and tell me I’m good,” you splutter, tears gathering in your eyes.
He hums, eyes glinting while he scissors open your pussy before teasing around the lips, “Which names?”
You eyes dart around as you whisper, “All of them. Sweetheart, baby.. I also like when you call me your good girl o-or other things.”
“Slut,” he speaks, voice a low rumble.
Your walls clench almost painfully down on the fingers spreading you wide. Leon smirks wickedly at you.
“Are you, pretty girl? Are you my little slut?”
You give a raspy moan, “Leon..”
“You are, baby. Such a little slut for me,” he slides his fingers completely out of your pussy and places your leg back on the tiled floor.
“Turn around.”
You shakily turn to face the wall. Leon slides his fat dick between your pussy lips, pressing against your hole. You both groan, but he pulls away and slips his cock between your thighs. His cock brushes up against your slick hole and swollen clit, driving you crazy with the sensation.
“So good,” he pants in your ear, his hands gripping onto your hips so he can thrust forward easier.
You brace one hand on the shower wall and then drop your left hand down to tease across Leon’s cockhead every time it peeks out from between your thighs.
He moans loudly.
“Baby—“
On the next thrust, you bring your hand up to your mouth and drool all over your fingers. You then move your hand back down to sloppily tease across the head of Leon’s dick on every thrust.
He snaps his hips harder, panting and groaning in your ear.
“Good girl, fuck, such a good girl for me.”
He mouths at your neck before sinking his sharp teeth into the skin near your shoulder blade.
You cry out, pressing yourself back against Leon’s chest, thighs squeezing tightly causing him to fuck into the slick tunnel it forms.
“Mm so good for me baby, such a sweet girl,” Leon rumbles in your ear, “gonna wreckthis sweet little pussy.”
You can only moan, “Please, please please!”
He snaps his hips harder, “I can’t wait. I want you ruined by the end of the night, sweetheart. Wouldn’t you like that? Have your hole so nice and stretched out for Daddy?”
“Yes,” you mewl pitifully, “I want it so much. Please!”
“Wanna swallow the load that’s about to cover this wet pussy?” he mouths at your neck, leaving more marks behind, “I think you do. C’mon, baby, get on your knees.”
Your thighs spasm around his cock as he pulls away from you. Turning to face him, you lower yourself down onto your knees. Your eyes trace the water that’s running down his body following it with your mouth as you move from his chest down to his thighs.
Settling on your knees with the water misting from the spray hitting Leon’s chest, your mouth parts as you watch Leon’s thick uncut cock twitch in front of your face.
"Go slow and enjoy it, sweetheart.”
You nod as your mouth opens and Leon feeds the head of his dick between your lips. Your eyes flutter shut with a moan as he slips more of the thick length into your watering mouth. He’s so big it stretches your lips obscenely; you’re not even sure if he’ll fit.
He laughs down at you, “Look at you trying so hard for me, baby.”
You begin a slow suction, taking your time to taste the hot skin. You feel his cock jump in excitement as you run your tongue over the weeping head, tasting precum. Your clit pulses with your heartbeat and you dig your fingers into his muscled thighs to keep from touching yourself.
You go down as far as you can, eyes watering as Leon’s thick cock fills your mouth. He gives a short groan and rests one hand on the back of your head the other cups your throat. Pulling off, you give the head a sloppy kiss then lap eagerly at the slit coaxing more precum to ooze out.
You slip your mouth around the head with a whine and slowly inch more of his hard length into your mouth. You hum in pleasure, ignoring your own leaking cunt to focus slowly on sucking Leon off.
"Enjoying yourself?" amusement colors his voice.
You look up, dazed eyes meeting Leon’s. You reluctantly pull away, giving a quick lick to the tip.
"It tastes so good," you whisper— embarrassed—even as your mouth drifts back to hover over the slit, letting your tongue dip into it for quick taste of the wetness beading from the tip.
Leon’s eyes darken further, pupils swallowing the blue.
"You’re really tempting me, baby."
You press a kiss to the sticky tip and he slips his hands under your biceps to stand you up.
He brings up your right leg to wrap around his waist. With his free hand, he smacks his cock against your pussy, rubbing the fat tip over your swollen clit.
“Ready, pretty girl?”
“Please, Leon,” you whimper, eyes watching as he feeds his cock into your clenching hole.
You both moan once he bottoms out inside of your slick heat. Your pussy’s still sore from earlier, but it makes you even wetter to feel so used.
Your body feels hot as Leon kisses you, all tongue and teeth and soft lips. He nips your bottom lip and coaxes you to slip your tongue into his mouth.
Pulling away to catch your breath, Leon moves from your mouth to leave searing kisses down your neck, sucking a bruise into the skin before biting down. You moan as he places more bites across your throat. He slowly thrusts into you again and again, keeping a slow steady pace that has him grinding against your g-spot.
“Gonna make a necklace for my pretty girl,” he mouths at the bruised skin, “a nice little collar for my sweet girl.”
“Leon,” you mewl, pussy clenching down on his thick cock.
Leon mouths at your breasts, capturing one aching nipple with his lips as his hand tugs and pinches the other. Thrums of hot, pulsing desire shoot straight to your clit as you gasp out his name.
Your nails scorch a trail across his shoulders. A low growl leaves him as you dig your nails into his forearms, leaving bloody crescents in their wake.
“That’s it,” he groans, “mark me up, pretty girl. Let everyone know how good I fuck you.”
He uses one hand to hold your hips steady and with the other he pinches and rubs your clit.
“C’mon sweetheart, cum for me, want to feel you squeeze down when I fill up this pussy again.”
You gasp out, voice breaking as he grinds against that spot in your cunt that has your legs shaking and walls fluttering around his dick. He presses your back into the shower wall. Leaning away, he brings his hand back and slaps across your breasts.
A high, reedy moan slips from your mouth. He slaps your breasts again, fingers catching your sensitive nipples making you arch against the pain.
“Little slut,” he laughs, dark gaze watching as you try to catch your breath.
He wraps a hand around your throat and presses you harder against the tiled wall.
“Open that mouth up for me, sweetheart.”
Whining, you eagerly loll your tongue out. You watch as he gathers the drool in his mouth, but still flinch when he spits it out on your tongue.
His other hand grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth to stay open, “Uh uh, baby. Stay like that for me.”
He spits again, this time it catches on the tip of your tongue and drips down your chin to land on your heaving chest.
“Swallow for me, sweetheart.”
Moaning, you swallow, “Thank you, daddy.”
He laughs derisively, “Oh you’re so welcome, sweet girl.”
Still holding tightly to you neck, he dips down and kisses you. Your nails leave more marks on his broad shoulders as his tongue completely fills your mouth again and again. He pulls back to nip and suck at the bite marks on your neck.
“Gonna cum, fuck Leon,” you moan loudly, eyes rolling back from the pleasure building in your lower body.
“Good girl, you can do it. C’mon cream all over my cock sweetheart,” he coos, pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes.
Another rough flick of his thumb on your clit as he grinds into your pussy and you snap; your hips arch into Leon’s as your legs nearly give out from the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking your body.
“That’s it, fuck, so good,” he grunts, hips rabbiting into your squelching cunt.
His grip on your neck tightens to the point a flash of nervousness seeps into your lethargic brain, but then Leon’s burying his cock as deep as he can inside your spasming cunt and cumming.
You can feel yourself drooling as he continues to tease your clit as he grinds against your g spot; another weak orgasm washes over you, making him growl.
“Fuck me, sweetheart, such a sweet little cunt,” he hisses in your ear, making sure the last of his cum is emptied inside your clenching hole.
His hand flexes around your sore neck as a dark look passes over his face. You blink and it’s gone. He then eases your leg back down onto the shower floor and helps you to stand up under the water.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head, softly running a hand across the ring of bruising on your throat.
You shiver under the hot spray, feeling a sliver of doubt creeping in under the afterglow.
This is a a fork in the path so to speak from how my original corrupt cop Leon fic goes; this one veers off in a darker direction so please heed the warning. Unsure on when (or even if!) I’ll add more to this; I just liked how much of a creep Leon is here. 🫣
Warning: dark!leon, slight perv!leon
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Leon likes to patrol the usual hideaways and make out spots in Raccoon City; although he’s in his late 20’s now, the spots are still popular and it’s easy pickings to write out tickets for loitering or underage drinking.
He doesn’t stake out Lovers Lane too often, but tonight he’s extremely glad he did.
He spots you, alone, walking down the pull off road headed out from the popular make out destination. Your arms are folded, thin yellow cardigan paired with a modest grey skirt standing out at this time of night. Your head is bent down so you don’t even notice him until he has pulled up alongside you.
“Lost?”
Your head quickly looks over at him and you give him a shy smile, cute dimples showing.
“Uh n-no. My date, he uh,” you frown, pretty eyes glancing at your shoes, “well, things didn’t go his way so I’m walking back to my car.”
Leon’s eyes rake across your body, a low heat building in his stomach. You’re so vulnerable right now. He feels his pulse race in excitement.
“That’s a shame,” he clicks his tongue drawing your bashful gaze back to him, “I can take you seeing as it’s at least a few miles away. Assuming it’s the parking lot, right?”
“Yes it is! You really don’t mind?” Another of those dimpled smiles grace your face.
“Of course not,” Leon grins, boyish and sweet, “hop in the back.”
You climb into the back of the squad car. Leon’s eyes watch as you tug your skirt back down from your thighs as you adjust in your seat. He wants to sink his teeth into them, leave them bruised before burying his face in your little cunt.
You sigh in relief and catch his gaze in the rear view mirror, “I really appreciate it, Officer Kennedy.”
“It’s no problem, sweetheart.”
You give him a soft thank you as he nods and he pulls back onto the road.
A few minutes pass by as you gaze out the window watching the trees pass by like dark shadows on the glass.
“So you and your boyfriend huh?” Leon asks, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The anticipation is building inside him.
You look away from the scenery, brow furrowed as you look at the back of his head.
“Yeah, he um..”
You trail off, feeling embarrassed. You shuffle in your seat and tug on your skirt.
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Leon’s sharp voice cut in.
“Oh no no,” your eyes widen with surprise, “he just wanted to go further than I was comfortable with.”
Your voice trails off as you bit your lip. Leon watches in the mirror. He loves the look on your face. Uncomfortable and unsure.
“Boys can be very hotheaded. Especially when they’re with a pretty girl. And you’re a very pretty girl,” he spoke, voice still tinged with that dark edge.
You feel your cheeks warm, eyes catching his shyly, “I-I guess.”
“No,” he shook his head, “I won’t have any of that. Say thank you, Officer Kennedy.”
“Thank y-you, Officer Kennedy,” you stammer out, wide eyed at his tone.
Leon gives you a lazy smile, “Good girl. We thank people who give us compliments, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” you feel a sense of foreboding tinged with a low pulse of arousal at his words, “thank you.”
His smile widens, “Anytime. I bet you’re just the sweetest thing, huh. No wonder your boy pushed his luck. I bet you’re still a virgin.”
You press your palms to your face, shielding your embarrassment, “That i-isn’t appropriate to—“
Leon laughs, “Yeah you are, just a sweet, little virgin.”
You press your thighs together, hating and loving the way he was speaking to you. Worry is beginning to creep into your thoughts at the way this police officer is acting towards you.
Leon’s sea dark eyes took in your flustered appearance, “Bet you’re wet right now, pretty girl.”
You let out a harsh gasp and Leon laughs again. You watch as he pulls off into a thick copse of trees, the road disappearing behind you before shutting the car off.
“I think you need someone to show you the ropes, sweetheart,” Leon murmurs in the quiet.
He gets out of the car and makes his way into the backseat with you. Or tries to at least. Seeing the opportunity to get away, you slip out of the door and run back the way you came.
You hear a sharp laugh coming from the officer and as much as you want to turn and look, you make yourself keep running forward.
“I’ll give you a head start,” he calls out to you, voice delighted, “gotta keep things even.”
Sadly, it doesn’t take long for you to get turned around, and now you’re playing a terrifying game of hide and seek with a man who is obviously deranged.
He taunts you but it doesn’t sound like he gets any closer to you as you keep moving away. You finally see a cluster of trees that looks familiar. You’re close to the parking lot where you met up with your date. You left your car here and took his up to Lovers Lane.
You feel like crying with relief, but you’re quite literally not out of the woods yet.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Your heart rabbits in your chest. You crouch close to the ground behind a large tree. Too scared to look around, you keep your eyes focused on the murky dark surrounding you. The moonlight barely breaks up the gloom in this creepy forest. You’ve been out here for hours already.
“C’mon now don’t hide from me. You know I’m gonna find you,” his voice croons sweetly.
You squeeze your eyes shut, a few stray tears escaping. Pressing a hand over your nose and mouth you take a quick breath peering through the foliage.
You don’t see anyone or anything moving. You can’t even hear footsteps or crunching leaves or twigs. Standing up from your crouch, that awful feeling of pins and needles rushes through your legs. You grit your teeth through it and slowly move around the trunk.
Your car isn’t parked too far away. At least you don’t think it is, and if the coast is clear you’re determined to make a run for it.
You’re as quiet as a country mouse, as your grandma used to say, and as soon as you make it to the far side of the tree you take off running.
Between one heartbeat to the next, you feel the skin on the back of your neck prickle. Turning to look behind you, you can’t make out anyone or anything. Facing forward again, you let your legs carry you closer to your car and hopefully out of this nightmare.
A hot breath caresses your neck.
“Gotcha.”
Your shout is muffled my a palm covering your mouth as an arm wraps around your stomach and pulls you backwards.
You scream and thrash but the body behind you is steadfast.
“Aww, poor baby,“ he laughs in your ear, a dark rumble you can feel in your chest, “as fun as its been, sweetheart, I think I’m gonna like this part a lot better.”
You try to bite at the hand wrapped around your face, but only get a mean laugh at your attempts.
“Sloppy, baby. So very sloppy.”
You still struggle and fight against the man carrying you deeper into the woods, but the further he goes the more tired you’re becoming. You decide to stop and save your energy; you might get a chance to escape later.
You feel him sniff your hair making goosebumps run down your arms.
“Such a pretty girl,” his voice is gravel in your ears, “silly, too. But you’re all mine now.”
You feel the fear you’ve been trying to keep at bay ratchet up inside your chest. You twist your shoulders and arms as well as you can, needing to pull his hand away—at least free your mouth, you feel like you can’t breathe. You can’t breathe.
Oh god, you can’t breathe.
Fuck!
You can’t breathe! You CAN’T—
Spots dance in your vision for a split second before the tunnel vision hits. You widen your eyes as much as you can, but the darkness is continually getting worse— you kick your legs feebly as the fear finally whites out your brain and you pass completely out.
Leon gazes down at your limp body with a wide smile. It really has been his lucky night tonight.
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reaction of some of ur leons (you can choose ^-^) at reader furiously yapping, swearing and making fun of online players in some coop game lmfao
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I had a reply halfway written when tumblr closed out on me 😭
So have this drabble of corrupt cop Leon reacting in its place
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He stands behind you, hands slipping under your top to cup your breasts.
“What was it that you said?” His voice is low but you still hear it.
Reaching up, you push one side of your headphones away from your ear, “I, uh, called them a stupid cunt who couldn’t play worth a shit.”
He hums and gently tweaks your nipples making you whine.
“Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, sweetheart,” he pinches your nipples and tug, making your hips buck in your seat.
“Leon,” you whine, hands pulling away from your keyboard.
“No, no, go back to your game, but if you don’t start behaving like a good girl,” he dips his head to nip at your uncovered earlobe, “gonna have to spank your cute ass raw, okay?”
Your eyelashes flutter and you clench your thighs.
“Yes, daddy.”
Leon’s fingers never leave your tits, slowly squeezing and caressing the soft skin as he pinches and rubs across your nipples until they feel swollen and sensitive. Your panties are soaking wet by the time you’re finished up with your online game, mic muted so no one can hear your wanton moans and panting.
“Since it seems like you’re done, let me put that mouth to some better use,” he kisses the side of your cheek, smirk obvious in his voice.
