#reddrabbles

He comes home and finds you asleep, all tuckered out in bed from a long day of missing him, and he'll slowly crawl over you, so quiet and stealthy, making sure you aren't disturbed, and straddle you. He'll be grinning, at your peaceful little face as he unbuckles his belt, keeping careful not to make it clink too much.. he might palm himself for a bit, feel himself chub up in his slacks at the meer idea of having power over you. He'll very carefully slide your legs open, just a bit, just enough for him to fit, spit on his cock just to wet it enough for his own benefit, not yours. He's surprised that you don't wake up immediately, he wants you to, he wants you to be scared and frightened and confused. He purposefully fucks into you harsher, forcibly ripping you from slumber. You are hazy, still tired, all you can do the moment you wake is cry out weakly. God, the sound makes him ten times harder. Leland makes sure you don't know it's him- If you're lying on your back, he will shove your face into the mattress, half suffocating you and making you unable to look at him, and if you're lying on your front, he achieves the same thing by covering your eyes with his hand. Not your mouth though, he wants to hear you cry and weep, beg for help and know that none was coming. To beg *him* for help, not knowing it was him who was doing this to you. He pins you down under his weight, no matter how much you scream and wriggle and try to escape, he has you trapped. He wants you to have no idea it's him, he gets off on the idea you think some stranger has broken into your home and that is who's assaulting you, and you're so scared you want you're beloved Police Officer to save you. Leland usually can't stop his mouth running when he fucks you, but he keeps absolutely silent this time, you are none the wiser. The only noise he makes is a short, quiet hum as he cums inside, exaggerating his thrusts as he rides out his high, making you sob even more. He keeps you pinned for a few minutes, his dick slowly softening inside you and his cum thoroughly fucked into you... before he releases his hand over your eyes, or shoved against the back of your head, and God, your eyes, so terrified, wet with tears, he wants to eat you up. He absolutely relishes the little shocked look that graces you, once you discover its him, and overwhelmed, you just burst out into tears again. That's what he loves about you. He's so fake with his comfort, so condescending as you whimper out his name, a touch of fear to your tone that makes his dick twitch to life again. He kisses your cheeks to taste your tears and cradles your face in his big hands to see just how easily he could break you. You poor thing, did he frighten you? Were you scared it was some dangerous stranger fucking you, and not your noble, handsome Police Sergeant? Did mean ol' Coyle play a dirty trick on you? Aw, he didn't mean it sweetness, you're just a little dumb, aren't you? Just a little empty headed sometimes, yeah? It's your own fault you got yourself so worked up over nothing.. but don't worry, you got America's finest here to look after you.

Someone shoot me

Premurkoff coyle making you join him in his patrol car to "keep him company" but really its just him driving around as he fingers you half to death in the passenger seat. Insists that you respond coherently to his small talk else he's pulling his fingers out and smacking you across the face. And then maybe he'd get bored of that and shove his fingers in your mouth, down your throat, choking you on them, just to feel your throat spasm and squirm.

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