Somnology (w/ NSFW Audio)
Nurse!Leon x Patient!Reader
❌18+ MDNI❌ ⚠️Dead Dove: Do Not Eat⚠️
this came from the idea of innocent sweet rookie being a secret devil :') i decided to make an audio halfway through writing hence the late night upload 😖
enjoy and please read the cw!
Audio link 🔊 (i will also indicate below where it starts)
word count: 3k
cw: dead dove, non-con, somnophilia, hospital sex, comatose fem!reader, mentions of medical injury (car accident), seizures, medical inaccuracies (probably), sadism, nipple play, tit slapping, spitting, pubic hair pulling, degradation, cunnilingus, PIV, face slapping, facial, leon is a terrible human, 2nd pov and 3rd pov.
thank you to my bestie @sammimi19 for proofreading and for being all around awesome ilysm mwah 💙
“Can you lift your head up for me? There you go…”
A gentle voice accompanied by gentle hands adjust your pillow after you complained about it sliding too low. Their owner has become your favorite nurse during your short hospital stay—a true angel if you've ever met one. Blue eyes bring you comfort as you trudge through the pain and trauma from a car accident that left you with many injuries.
A broken radius, a fissured clavicle, and a Traumatic Brain Injury. All thanks to your shitty driver of a friend who got away with a single broken pinky. How unfair is that?
Three days of incessant lab tests, x-rays, and everything in between just to assess your cognitive functions since your forehead got banged pretty bad. The ugly bandage wrapped around your cranium proves it.
The worst, however, are the seizures you have started sporadically experiencing. The doctors say it's normal, although there is a risk the condition becomes long term, or worse, that a particularly bad seizure could push you into a coma. You shudder at the thought.
“Would you like more water?” The kind nurse, Leon, asks with a soft smile and pulls you out of your spiraling.
You missed him last night when he wasn't on call, you kept asking after him like a directionless puppy. Thankfully, he said he’ll be around for the next multiple hours now that he came back for a shift—to your great delight.
“No, thanks… But, um, I can’t find the TV remote.”
You look around as you search for the device, the small television hung on the wall turned off. Cable is not exactly your favorite entertainment, but it beats boredom as your phone charges by the outlets.
“Hm… When did you last have it?” he asks as he begins to eye search, his gaze trailing from your bedside table to your sheets.
“Just before my nap. But I’m not sure where I put it.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll find it,” he reassures softly.
It’s so simple, and yet it makes your heart flutter the way his voice is so soothing, his entire demeanor radiating kindness and sincere care. Although, you’re sure his handsome looks contribute to your attachment as well. The perfect pairing between masculine, strong features like his broad shoulders and defined cheekbones, contrasting beautifully with his plump lips and doe eyes.
Circling around the bed while you internally berate yourself for ogling him, he crouches to look under. When nothing comes of it, he straightens back before reaching for the thin blanket draped over your frame with a shy expression. “May I?”
You nod with an equally shy smile, and he lifts the covers, patting a hand around the mattress with deliberate care not to touch you. His professionalism is probably the thing you have come to appreciate about him the most. Hell, he didn’t steal a single glance even as he helped you change your top the day prior—a true gentleman. One that made you feel at ease during your vulnerable state when he could easily not care. It’s particularly impressive considering his young age which you guess is no older than early twenties. He’s simply the sweetest.
“Ah, there it is,” he grins once he finds the remote poking from under your side. You blame the bandages covering your sore waist for not feeling it.
He retrieves it with utmost gentleness, then hands it to you gracefully, his dark blonde strands falling on his temple with the motion. His hair looks like the softest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Thank you, Leon,” you murmur in sincere gratitude.
He smiles, his rose dusted cheeks lifting endearingly. “My pleasure.”
You’re about to make a comment about watching yet another episode of Family Feud, when you suddenly sense a weird flavor on your tongue. You swallow, grimacing at the taste as it gets stronger—metallic, but you're not bleeding. Then, you feel pins and needles along your legs, the sensation causing you to gasp in panic. You already know what's coming.
Leon seems to notice immediately as he moves closer with a frown, hands hovering over you like he’s ready to catch you if you fall. “Seizure?” he asks with concern.
“I-I…” your voice stutters, nausea settling in your guts as your vision blurs. You’re not sure how fast it happens, but one moment you're conscious, and the very next you black out.
With your awareness gone, you’re not awake to feel your body convulse and spasm in a grand mal seizure, your muscles cramping and your eyes rolling back.
The nurse moves quickly to rotate you onto your side, discarding the sheets tangling with your limbs and pulling down your collar for better airflow. His movements are practiced and professional, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration.
Then, with pursed lips, he begins to time the seizure on his watch. The protocol is clear; if it lasts longer than five minutes, it becomes status epiliticus—a life threatening condition.
The first minute passes, then the second, then the third. Your body continues to shake, and his ice blues continue to flicker between your contorting shape and the ticking time on his wrist. By the fourth minute, he’s already reaching for his radio, jaw tight as he waits for the worst. Five minutes. He makes the call without hesitation.
“Code Blue, room 206.”
After Lorazepam and Levetiracetam failed to stop the violent seizure, the woman was transported to the ICU for an induced coma through Propofol. It was the only way to preserve her life as her body wouldn't stop spasming.
Now, with her unconscious form strapped to various monitoring machines as she lays on a bed, her favorite nurse stands by her side in a dimly lit room. It’s nearly midnight already, and the lights are turned low to preserve the natural circadian rhythm of the human condition—something to help her comatose brain.
Leon peers down at her with an impassive expression. He remembers the way her face lit up earlier when he came in to start his shift, she was so happy to see him again. He knows he tends to be the favorite with his gentle approach and disarming look, and it’s exactly his goal. He loves to see everyone melt the second he offers a smile, it feeds his ego like no other.
The young man circles the bed with that same neutral look, until he comes to a stand right beside her head. She’s pretty—he got lucky with this one. Her emergency state happened out of pure coincidence, but he isn't one to complain after the coma ward was left dry of any potential candidates for weeks. He had grown tired of checking the list of patients only to find seniors and children. It's so hard to get what you want sometimes.
When he reaches a hand to brush over her cheekbone softly, his touch is as tender as it always is, before he gives her face a light smack that makes a sound that causes him to crack a smile. This is about to be fun.
With the door locked and the hospital quiet, he knows he won't be interrupted during his work. Although, the thrill of being caught always makes things more enticing.
He rolls up the long sleeves peeking under his scrubs one by one in a clinical manner, not a moment of hesitation or doubt. Then, a whirring noise fills his ears when he readjusts the bed’s positioning, lifting it slightly so the woman is half sitting for his viewing pleasure. He then reaches to roll down the covers off her body swiftly, letting them bunch at the edge of the mattress.
All that separates them now is the thin, crinkly fabric of her hospital gown.
Leon doesn't lift it right away, he just stands at the foot of the bed and inhales a deep breath. The smell of disinfectant fills his nostrils and he closes his eyes. He’s already getting hard from the scent alone. Oh, the memories of every secret encounter… It brings a serene smile to his handsome face.
With a featherlight touch, he traces her ankle like he has all the time in the world, letting his hand move higher and higher until it reaches the edge of the gown.
“Will you let me take a look?” he smirks, pretending for a moment that he will actually receive a response. Sometimes, he likes to act as if they actually want it.
He takes her comatose silence as consent and nods in satisfaction. “Very well, then.”
Leon pushes the fabric up her thighs, then her hips, her stomach, and all the way up her chest. Now he can see her breasts displayed for him and the diaper adorning her crotch. Cute.
“You were so shy when I was helping you change yesterday… Now you’re showing it all to me. You’re shameless.”
He chuckles, moving to her side to inspect her tits a bit better. First, a light caress of his right palm, and then a squeeze, groping the flesh like he owns it. Then, with both hands, he tweaks her nipples between index and thumb, rolling and pulling at the fragile flesh until they peak.
Suddenly, he slaps the two soft mounds hard, the sound reverberating across the silent room only filled with quietly beeping machine noises.
“You know, for someone always acting so sweet, you have some really slutty tits… I wonder how many have played with them before me.”
Another slap, sharper this time, until his handprint leaves a mark to his great satisfaction. He would spend more time on her chest if peeking under her padded underwear wasn't making his dick twitch with anticipation.
For this, he climbs on the bed and kneels between her legs after pushing them apart. He peers down at her with excitement. She looks so stupid with her parted lips and closed lids, but he likes it when they're vulnerable.
A ripping noise emanates from the cotton resting on her hip as he tears the seams of the diaper on both sides with strong hands. When he pulls it open, he's almost disappointed to find the inner padding dry—it’s fun to shame them for pissing themselves when they can't control it. He sighs and rolls the disposable underwear tight before discarding it on the floor. He has more important things to pay attention to now; her pretty cunt.
Leon leans closer, blue eyes glinting with excitement as his hands come to frame her spread open pussy. It looks so cute with the light tuft adorning its mound, it gives him cuteness aggression and he can't resist pulling at the wiry hairs. If she was awake, she would yelp, but all he gets is a little breath hitch on her still stupidly peaceful face.
He sighs in contentment as he pinches the flesh hard enough that the skin caught between his pincers loses some color before it refills once he releases it. He just needs to be careful not to leave marks for other staff to notice, to his great dismay. If it was up to him, he’d carve his name on her ass with a scalpel just for the fun of it.
The nurse’s thumb trails down between her slit to rest at the top of her clit, giving it an experimental rub. The skin is too dry for the movement to be easy, so he doesn't hesitate to spit right onto the nub to make it glisten, biting his plump bottom lip at the sight.
“A slutty pussy too… Bet it gets used pretty often, huh? I know I would every chance I get,” he snickers.
With the lubrication of his saliva, he’s able to easily draw precise little circles on her bundle of nerves, noticing the way her breathing gets a bit faster the more he goes on. He spits more whenever her clit dries, rubbing and rubbing with utter fascination as his cock leaks steadily in his pants. He loves to make them wet for him. It proves to him they're all secret sluts who enjoy getting their pussies played with even in their sleep.
“Are you gonna cum, little whore? I’m sure you will if I keep going, your cunt is starting to soak like it's begging for it,” he coos in his gentle voice.
He then brushes her entrance to collect the slickness that started to collect there just to prove his point, using that moisture to continue playing with her swelling bud, all puffy from stimulation. The increasingly fast beeping of the EKG is yet another indication of his success at pleasuring her as her heartrate quickens. It feeds his ego deliciously.
When her cunt involuntarily twitches, he can't stop himself anymore from leaning in just to seal his lips around her sensitive clit like he's tired of teasing himself. He suckles harshly, not caring if it's too much or if it hurts—it’s not like the bitch can stop him anyway. He then spreads her labia further with his thumbs just to get full access, flicking his tongue on the soft flesh vacuumed into his mouth incessantly.
The spasming of her clit and the fluttering of her hole lets him know she's cumming like a needy slut, her breathing stuttering audibly. He moans, biting lightly on the nub, just enough for her pussy to jerk but not enough to injure. He loves every moment of her body reacting to him even in her unconscious state.
“Good girl,” he hums against her folds, slurping her sweet slick into his mouth with deliberate slowness. He’s like a sommelier relishing in the most refined of drinks.
Once done, he leans back to lift his head, leaving a kiss on each of her nipples. He crawls over her properly as he lowers his stretchy pants just enough for his throbbing erection to peak out. There's only so much teasing he’s willing to do before taking what he wants.
Leon notches his tip into the sleeping woman’s glistening hole, then sheathes himself fully inside in one efficient thrust. No need to let her adjust or prep her prior for his fat length, if she has a complaint she can wake up to express it.
“Fuck…” he moans at the feel of her tight heat hugging him so snuggly it's borderline hard to move. She's probably not wet enough for the brutal fucking that will ensue, but he’ll be damned before pulling out now.
He starts gaining rhythm, his thrusts matching the beat of her heartrate. With every beep, his cockhead nudges her cervix in a way he's sure she would whine about if she was awake. Too bad for her she can't do much about it.
“You like this?” he pants, his voice whinier now that he's drowning in pleasure. “You like your greedy hole filled? Shit— I see the way you look at me… I know you fucking want this.”
The blonde receives no response from the woman’s jostling body that jerks with every slam of his hips, his hands planted firmly on either side of her waist like he’s fucking into a blowup doll rather than a person. The sight of her split open on his cock, taking it without so much as a fluttering of lashes makes him groan louder, his sadistic tendencies flaring.
“Good fucking whore. Knew I could count on your little pussy to open up for me... But then again, it’s not like you have much of a choice, do you, little slut?”
A thick glob of saliva splatters on her cheek when he spits on her face crudely—no kisses for the fleshlight. “Pretty bitches like you always act all high and mighty until your pussy’s getting raped. Then suddenly you're creaming on cock like a depraved prostitute…”
Slapping her face hard enough her head lolls to the side, he spits on her again just to see the wetness land on her lips in the perfect picture of degradation. Then, he slows his thrusts just enough to reach for his phone in his pocket, then snaps a picture, the flash illuminating her sleeping features with a click.
“Fucking perfect… If it were up to me, I’d keep you sleeping here for as long as this pussy is still tight… Just so that I can pound her everyday—ngh—I’d knock you up if I could, little slut.”
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His moans grow louder and louder until he has to muffle them into her neck, his rabbitting hips making the old hospital bed creak repeatedly along with the noise of clapping skin. He can feel himself about to burst, even more so when her breathing stutters like she's also on the edge, but he refuses to touch her clit again. A single orgasm is more than enough generosity for a comatose fuckhole.
“Ngh— Son of a bitch…” he whines as he nears the point of no return, gyrating deep inside her then forcing himself to pull out just in time.
Then, without stalling, he moves up to jerk his wet cock in front of her face, making pathetically animalistic noises as he cums obscenely on her sleeping features. A thick load of spend coats her cheeks, nose and lips, with a spurt covering her eye without her even flinching.
With a heaving chest, the young man leans back to see his masterpiece, a beautiful illustration of abstract art on a pretty face. “Perfect…” he murmurs with a sigh.
He doesn't bother cleaning her up right away as he moves off the bed to tuck himself unhurriedly. He then gives her wet pussy a condescending slap—as well as snapping another naughty picture—before slipping a new diaper onto her hips. Finally, he pulls her gown back down her body, and tucks the sheets around her with his usual gentle care.
If not for the cum on her cheeks, no one would guess the sleeping woman was just raped by the hospital’s favorite nurse with the way her heartrate has returned to normal, no sign of distress apparent. The thought makes him smile in pride—he’s gotten so good at this.
After taking a final photo of her desecrated face, he finally begrudgingly wipes the semen and spit that had started to dry, leaving her skin spotless despite his inner protests.
“I think you looked better when you were marked by me like a sweet cum rag… But there's always tomorrow, right?” he teases like she would respond to his joke with a shy giggle.
Except of course she doesn't. She stays completely still, entirely calm—the perfect doll just for him.
disgusting... me next 😵💫
somnology because he's studying her coma with his dick haha get it? anyways... medical professionals please don't judge me too hard i really tried my best 😭
ao3: auguststorm
