cw/ size difference, dacryphilia, cucking, bi panic, slight dubcon
“It's all right, luv,” Simon whispered reassuringly as he stroked your thigh comfortingly with his thumb. “Johnny doesn’t think your sweet cunt can take me in. You’re just gonna show him that’s not true, yeah?”
You didn’t know what had happened between the two while you were away. But whatever it was made you spread your legs on your boyfriend’s lap, in nothing but your underwear and a spaghetti top, while his best friend watched you two on the small coffee table a few centimeters away.
“Looks like a wee dolly on yer lap,” Johnny grunted out as he enjoyed the view in front of him. “Aren’t ya gonna answer Simon, bonnie?”
You nodded a little shyly. You and Simon had been dating for a while now and Johnny’s presence was one you were used to, but not like this - never like this. “…yes, m’sorry.” You mumbled out after Johnny prompted you. Of course you didn't know what to say, your thoughts were probably all over the place right now.
Your boyfriend hummed deeply, causing your skin to prickle with excitement. “Don’t worry about it, you just get a little dumb when I touch you like this, hm? You like being looked at while I do it?” He asked you while his thumb rubbed circles over your clothed clit at the same time.
You nodded slightly embarrassed and turned your eyes away from Johnny, whose gaze was fixed on Simon’s movements. “Hmm, yes...”
“Yeah?” Simon repeated your answer as he spread your leg wider with one hand on your thigh to give his best friend a better view of your cunt. “Let him see a bit more then,” he replied as he grabbed the side of your panties so that he could pull them away from your pussy. He always liked fucking you while you kept them on since they looked so cute on you. Such a stark contrast against his throbbing dick.
Johnny groaned as he caught sight of your puffy little hole and held his cock over his pants as if trying to control himself. “Bloody hell, were ya two fuckin’ last night or why does her cunt look so damn raw?”
Simon tried shoving your panties even further to the side, hooking his other arm under your thigh so he could push your lips apart since he wanted to get a better look. “This morning, actually.” He replied curtly while looking over your shoulder for a second, before lifting your body a little so that he could pull down his sweatpants and boxers. “She should be prepped enough. What do you think mate, should I just tuck it in?” He asked his best friend, talking over you as if you weren’t even there - as if you had no say in anything because you were only here to take what Simon was willing to give you.
You felt yourself getting wetter at the thought and instinctively wanted to close your legs to cause some friction. Though, your boyfriend kept a firm grip on your leg as he waited for a response.
Johnny’s eyes glazed over at how big Simon’s cock was next to your swollen little hole. He watched as he began to rub it with your slick, imagining taking his friends cock deep down his throat so that he could slide into you even easier afterward. “It’s still gonna hurt...” he mumbled to himself, wanting to see it happen.
Simon grunted. “It’s gonna hurt no matter what I do.” He stated. “Even bled like a virgin the first time we did it.”
A groan escaped Johnny’s mouth as he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut to keep himself from cumming in his pants like a pathetic loser here and now. “Do it then. Force it in her, aye?”
Simon's eyes finally met yours. “You heard him, luv.” Was all he said as he moved your body the way he wanted - as if you really were just his little dolly. He spread your legs wide with his hands before briefly releasing his hold on your body so that he could position his tip at your sensitive opening.
You could already feel the first tears gathering in your eyes when your boyfriend stuffed you bit by bit. He tried to comfort you with his closeness and hushed whispers, but he didn’t slow down even when you begged him to. “Please Si. It hurts, hurts so much. Stop for a second.” You cried out but Simon made no move to comply with your request. “Hush, m‘almost done. Just take the last bit like a good girl and cry some more for me, yeah?” He whispered in a grunting voice, squeezing the rest into you with one last thrust and sighing happily after he felt his hips touch your ass. “Good. Now spread your legs.” He ordered you after he released his grip so that you could shakily show off what was going on between them.
Simon was pleased with your presentation as he pulled your shirt over your breasts so you could look even prettier for them. “You see that Johnny?” He asked him as if he hadn’t been trying not to blink for the last few minutes so that he wouldn’t miss anything. “Pretty girl, took it to the hilt.”
“Aye, looks like ya were right...” He replied and didn’t mind losing the little argument between them. Not in the slightest, he thought while his eyes remained focused on the scene before him.
“Should help her out then since you underestimated her so much, hm?”
Leon x Reader Monsterfucking Psychological Horror Smut
❌18+ MDNI❌ ⚠️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat ⚠
hello, my dearest gentle readers, i bring you something special today! this is a one-shot smut that can be read as a standalone piece OR as part of my YGBO series as an optional '22.5' chapter that succeeds chapter 22
i want to preface this by saying this is nothing like the series, so i am begging you to tread carefully and read the warning tags (unless you're cool with your average monsterfucking dead dove) stay SAFE and know your limits please
post-chapter, you will find an analysis explaining how it pertains to YGBO as this is the depiction of leon's nightmare from chapter 23
word count: 2.3k
cw: dead dove, non-con, bondage, monsterfucking, tentacle rape, cuckholding, voyeurism, nipple play, vaginal sex, forced orgasms, squirting, creampie, facial, dark thoughts, implied character death, implied suicide.
Leon clutches the radio so hard it makes his leather glove squeak as your voice crackles, barely intelligible. He has been trying to reach you for the past hour with little success. This entire place has bad signal, and now you're out there alone in this hellhole and he has no way to reach you.
He did pick up on the fragmented word ‘underground,’ though, and he hopes he can follow that lead to find you fast. He doesn't know what he would do with himself if something were to happen to you.
As he trudges through a dark tunnel leading into the subterranean level, his gun and flashlight pointed, he feels the atmosphere steadily increase in temperature around him. What was cold, dry air slowly morphs into a warm, thick and humid fog that clings to his pores like a second skin.
He wipes his forehead from sweat that beads on his temple, then pauses in his steps when he hears a distant, muffled wail.
Without second thought, Leon picks up speed, his boots hitting the ground in rhythmic thumps until he reaches a large metal gate at the end of the tunnel. He holds the flashlight between his neck and shoulder, then pushes the heavy door with a grunt, sighing of relief when he finds it unlocked.
Inside the cavernous space, the lighting is dimmed to near obscurity, with red LEDs barely illuminating the misty, sweet smelling air—a scent akin to honey flooding his nose.
As he struggles to make out his surroundings, Leon hears another muffled noise that sounds an awful lot like you. His blood runs cold, and feeling like his flash is making visibility worse through the haze, he decides to turn it off and runs closer to the sound source.
Then, he sees it in the corner. A giant, shapeless atrocity with viscous, charcoal skin that glistens in crimson specs under the red illumination. He cannot make out its limbs, its body distorted like a blob and moving in a slithering fashion that makes his skin crawl. What makes it even more gut-churning are the giant bulbous eyes growing sporadically throughout its body, their ice blue pupils gazing everywhere and nowhere all at once.
When he hears your voice distinctly again, he realizes you’re obstructed from view by the humongous abomination, and quickly understands he must be facing its back—if it even has one.
Leon hurries to the other side to find you, his heart thundering in his chest as he prepares for the worst. His mind is racing with what potential torture this thing must be putting you under, but out of all the possibilities nothing could have prepared him for the sight he finds.
You’re suspended in the air by wriggling tendrils that seem to be constricting your lungs, making you gasp in labored breaths, but you're unable to do so properly with your lips covered. A slimy tentacle is wrapped firmly around your head, obstructing your mouth, and thus forcing you to breathe rapidly through your nose.
The truly frightening part, however, is that the snake-like limbs appear to be releasing a greasy substance that’s causing your clothes to melt like acid. With your arms held behind your back and your legs forcibly spread, the fibers of your shirt and pants fall in pieces on the humid ground. Every shredded fragment causes you to become increasingly more exposed.
Gunshots resound across the echoey chamber before Leon fully registers what he’s looking at, his instincts taking over as he begins firing at the creature holding you hostage. Bullet after bullet hit its glistening flesh, gliding appendages, and cerulean orbs, but they bounce off of it like rubber, failing to pierce its skin.
“Fuck!” the agent curses in frustration, trying and failing not to let panic overwhelm his senses like the sickly-sweet mist filling his airways.
He unslings his shotgun, firing all the shells in his possession to no avail. The BOW keeps holding you without being affected, now melting your underwear as its tentacles roam your body slowly.
“Christ,” Leon’s voice breaks, dread swallowing him whole when even grenades don't do the job. The abomination doesn't even fully acknowledge his attempts, simply giving him a lazy side-eyed look from one of its bigger eyeballs.
When all hope drains, there is nothing left in the blonde’s power as he watches a slimy tendril prod at your cunt’s entrance with gentleness unfit for a monster. Two smaller ones circle and pull at your uncovered nipples, with another thumbing at your clit in a parody of love-making.
The agent feels every hair on his body stand in horror, his gut twisting in nausea. He can hardly make out your expression in the dark, but from your trembling legs he can tell you are petrified, and he doesn't even know what to do with himself anymore.
The thing penetrates you, its sizable limb parting your walls open as your muffled sobs go unheard. It’s so big, so deep, the outline of its violation shows through unnatural bulging on your stomach. Every slow drag inside makes it appear, distending your skin, then lazily pulling back again.
Leon falls to his knees in despair, swallowing the bile coming up his throat as he watches the scene like a trainwreck, unable to look away from the horror. There's a fleeting thought in his mind to use the remaining bullet in his clip to put you out of your misery, but he shoves it away as fast as it comes.
But then, he hears it. Another sound. This time, it’s not one of pain, but one of begrudging pleasure, he is sure.
His eyes widen when your suspended form is shifted closer to where he kneels, your face now more visible to him. He feels his breathing stutter as he makes out your expression. Your hair is sweaty, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide, and your eyebrows are scrunched in involuntary bliss as more moans spill out of you.
Every pump inside your cunt makes you whine, and now that he can see you better, he notices just how soaking wet you are. He isn't sure if it's from your arousal or the monster’s greasy secretions, but he is certain you are enjoying the act if the way your hips move back in tandem with its thrusts is anything to go by.
Leon breathes harder, the honey-smelling air permeating his lungs as he stares at you in disbelief, your teary eyes meeting his.
How can you enjoy this? How can this nightmare fuel of a creature bring you pleasure? He must be imagining things.
“Mmpleath,” you plead in a stifled whimper, and the BOW responds by removing the limb that was covering your mouth.
The agent watches you take sharp gasps of air, your naked chest heaving from the motion, and just when he expects you to scream now that you can, you do the exact opposite.
“Leon…” you sob, your voice barely a whisper, and he feels his heart break into a million pieces. He stands immediately to step closer—as if to offer you comfort he knows he can't provide.
“S-Sweetheart,” the petname slips out before he can catch it. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I— I don't know w-what to do, I can't stop it, I tried everything—”
He’s interrupted by another one of your moans, this one far more obscene now that it's unobstructed in the echoey cavern.
“T-Too much! Wait, please, no— I’m gonna… gonna…”
One moment you're pleading, and the very next you're cumming so hard your entire body seizes up like it's been electrocuted.
Leon can see every one of your muscles tensing, the tendons on your neck bulging and your eyes rolling back. Through the fog, he notices a spray of liquid spurt out and splatter at his feet noisily, and it takes him a second to realize it's you squirting like a fountain.
“Oh, fuck,” he chokes, his eyes darting between the shimmering puddle and your suspended frame. A sudden twitch in his gut makes him pause—that wasn't nausea this time.
You’re barely recovering from your orgasm when you get swung around, now held upside down as the thrusts get faster. Your breasts bounce repeatedly with every movement, while the tendrils continue stimulating your nipples and folds.
The agent is about to say something—an apology or maybe even a prayer. But soon enough, you’re orgasming again, and this time the gushing wetness from your pussy hits you directly on your own neck and face, soiling you even more than you already were.
The sight is hypnotic, or at least that's what Leon’s brain thinks as he watches you get continuously violated. You don't stop moaning, crying in pleasure that's bordering on pain in its intensity, and he, on the other hand, feels his pants tighten with every passing minute.
He isn't sure what could possibly prompt his cock to react so deranged. Maybe it's the fact his feelings for you are so intense it's making him desperate. Or maybe it's the squelching of your soaked pussy every time it gets pounded. Or, it could also be the way you cry out his name, causing his head to go dizzy.
“Leon— Leon…”
He swallows thickly, attempting to regain control over his fraying senses—and morals.
“I-I’m here, kid… I’m right here.”
With your head upside down, you look at him with wet eyes and a trembling lip like he’s the only thing keeping you sane while your body gets ravaged.
“Can't stop c-cumming,” you strain out. And as if to demonstrate the truth of your statement, the thumb sized membrane rubbing your clit gives it a few flicks that have you wetting yourself with your own squirt yet again.
Leon suddenly feels thirsty, and he almost debates leaning forward to catch the next bout of liquid in his mouth, before he resigns to palming himself instead. It was meant to readjust his aching cock in its confines, but now he can't stop rubbing himself through his pants.
Even through your hazy mind, you question the unhinged act with a whine. “What are you—”
“You're s-so beautiful,” he interjects, as if that is enough of a reason. He knows it's not. He knows the need coursing through his body is not normal nor is it justified. And yet, his dick keeps throbbing, so he keeps soothing it.
“You’re…” you begin, just to violently cum again, your head probably hurting at this point from your inverted position.
“So beautiful…” he murmurs in awe, his voice unrecognizable with arousal, “...a-and only I get to see it.”
Well, him and the eye-covered deformity.
With that thought in mind, he chucks off a glove and shoves a hand in his boxer briefs under his belt. He feels like his body is moving on its own as he takes his pulsing length out of its restraints, the tip glistening with precum.
As if responding to his unhinged actions, the BOW moves you again. It turns you back the right way up to your great relief, only to then dangle you closer to the man and pound you from behind. It's like the thing is offering him a better view of your rape, its penetrating limb fucking you harder only a foot away from Leon’s ice blues.
His hand speeds up on his veiny cock, just as your screams get louder from the brutal pounding against your cervix that makes your toes curl. He can't look away. He can't stop. You’re too beautiful, too perfect, too sweet—and he keeps fisting his dick despite the simultaneous disgust he feels with himself.
“Can’t… P-Please, enough,” you're begging for mercy, another climax ripping through you like a tsunami, so forceful, you nearly blackout.
“Fuck, keep going,” he rasps out the demand to the abomination, cruelly disregarding your pleas.
Leon and the monstrosity become nearly in sync with their movements, growing faster and more erratic with each passing second. The agent can feel himself near release, and it seems the creature feels the same from the way its tentacle begins to swell inside you, nearly doubling in size.
“Wait, wait— No, no, no, please, d-don’t! Please!” you shriek in fear of your impending demise, feeling the climb of the orgasm that is sure to knock you out and the stretch that is bound to break you.
Neither the man nor the monster care for your supplications, and with synchronized motions, they both reach their peak. One floods your insides in ungodly amounts of viscous cum, while the other desecrates your face with thick spurts of creamy, white semen. You climax alongside them, but you have no strength left in your voice box to make a sound.
When the tentacles lay you down on the ground a moment later, your eyes are already closed, body completely limp and covered in sticky filth.
Leon’s chest heaves as he looks down at you, the fog of arousal clearing just enough for dread to settle in its place. The glistening streaks on your face are slowly dripping down your cheeks, and you’re laying so still he can't even tell if you're breathing. Not that it matters after what he has just done.
The charcoal blob stares at him intently, its blue orbs unblinking while he tucks himself back in his pants with trembling hands. He doesn't meet its soul-piercing gaze, too much of a coward to acknowledge his partner in crime.
At last, with a shaky breath, he turns on his heels to walk back out through the metal gate, leaving you behind with the demon. There is no point attempting to save you anymore when he took part in your ruin.
As the door shuts behind him with a gust of hot wind, his hand hovers over his gun holster, and now he understands. That last bullet is meant for him.
if you have made it here, thank you for reading 🖤 below you will find the chapter analysis for YGBO readers! if you don't read the series you don't need to bother with that
sidenote but i'm proud of myself for that banner! believe it or not i wrote the chapter before even planning the pictures and the fact i was able to make it look exactly as what's described makes me proud of myself :D i just snapped those screenshots (with leon as grace mod) and then edited birkin's eyes into blue, and made the whole thing look like a dreamy/hazy illustration on picsart :D
Desecrated: Analysis
Friends! It feels so weird to write to you guys with proper punctuation as opposed to my all-lower caps what's-a-period style of commenting. But we are gathered here for serious business, so this only seems fit.
This optional YGBO chapter is something that I have enjoyed writing a lot, especially when pairing the concept of a dream sequence (or in this case nightmare) with filthy, dead-dove smut.
In here, I thought I would provide some insight on the symbolisms and inner meanings of this chapter as they pertain to Leon’s character, and the dark place his mind went to after chapter 22.
As you know, mentor!Leon feels a lot of guilt first and foremost. That, along with self-loathing, are key characteristics of what makes up his personality in this story. It’s based on many parts of his canon self, but his relationship with Reader is of course what exacerbates these sentiments for him in this fic.
The dream is presented in a work setting, on a mission, because Leon is everlastingly worried about Reader getting hurt during an operation. He harbors a lot of contrition over the fact she chose to follow him in this profession, even if he never encouraged her to do so.
The idea of her getting badly injured, or God forbid killed by a BOW, is something he unfortunately thinks about often, because he himself has had to face his own mortality many a times. It’s part of the job to come face to face with near death experiences, but it doesn't mean it ever gets any easier.
Now, the most glaring symbol in the chapter is the focus on the monster’s blue eyes, which of course match Leon’s. The reason for that is unsurprisingly the fact that the creature is meant to represent him. Or at least, his own view of himself as he relates to Reader.
Picking the topic of sexual assault (apart from me being a non-con fan) is meant to convey Leon’s intense shame over his sexual feelings for Reader.
Not only that, the point in making it non-consensual, is the fact Leon’s guilt runs so deep, he is convinced he has somehow used her when they had sex in her apartment, even if she was evidently a willing participant.
As we know, the reveal of her long-held feelings of almost a decade has sent him into a downward spiral. He was already battling himself to indulge in a friends with benefits situation with her, thinking he can keep secretly loving her while maintaining the arrangement. But then he learns that she loves him, which already makes him panic, because why would brilliant Reader love him of all people? And then it’s made far worse by finding out she has harbored feelings for him from the tender age of sixteen.
The monster violating Reader, is how his subconscious decides to reinterpret their night of tender love-making. More parallels for that can be seen through the BOW’s gentle handling of Reader and its insistence on bringing her pleasure.
When it comes to her repeatedly orgasming involuntarily, it can be understood as Leon’s brain portraying Reader’s love for the man despite him not being ‘good’ for her. She should not love him, and yet she does.
Also, the sweet-smelling mist can be seen as their feelings for each other, and how overwhelming, and haze-like they feel, especially when in each other's embrace. Additionally, her being swung upside down can be interpreted as Leon’s effect on her life, since it drastically changed the moment he entered it.
Now, if the blob of eyeballs represents Leon’s shameful desire, then he himself represents his moral code.
He fights the monster in the beginning, but its want for Reader is too strong and too big to be defeated. Which is when the man loses his hope and ‘morals,’ and knows his feelings for Reader are never going away.
When he embraces that side of him, letting himself drown in the yearning, and encouraging it to keep going, his mind frames it as complete and utter betrayal. Reader is begging him to stop, and he continues mercilessly, until she quite literally dies because of him.
Yes, Leon is dramatic, but that is what depression does to a person.
At the end, he can't even face his own reflection—the creature—anymore, and he flees the scene just like he did after her confession. Even if he knows hiding will only make things worse, and why he calls himself a 'coward’ for it.
Finally, the remaining bullet in his gun is very obviously Leon’s suicidal ideations, even if he never plans on acting on them, knowing fully how much it would destroy Reader if he did.
With that, we come to the conclusion of this analysis. I hope I was able to shed light on the intentions behind it (I swear it wasn't just to write monsterfuck cuckholding Leon, trust) and how it falls within the broader story.
I am aware its tone is far, far different than the rest of the series, and I know not everyone will be able to read it, which is completely understandable and I highly encourage you to abstain if the content warnings affect you.
But, to those who did read it, I would like to express a sincere thank you. I love being able to write all kinds of stories and genres, and if you're here to read them all, then I truly appreciate that from the bottom of my heart.
Thanks again, you guys, and asstuh looehgow as the man himself would say.
i want the best for my friends! that’s why i vet all their potential partners with an eight-hour long fuckathon, all recorded for my friend’s viewing pleasure <3
haven’t found anyone who passes my standards yet… but my friends don’t seem to mind. at least not when they’re slobbering on my balls while i set up my next ‘test’ ^-^
