im so disappointed in the fact my life is going in the entirely opposite direction that I want it to, which interferes with my only hobby (writing). Im so sorry to my mutuals because I'm so behind on comms, asks, and requests. im such a mess that I haven't even looked at re9 yet. I hope that I find some free time next week but there's a chance I will be off Tumblr for another long while. im very sorry once again.
Re9 Leon dragging your drunk limbs in the back of his Porsche, you’ve never met that man before until tonight at the bar when he kept ordering you drinks while not touching one himself.
You’re laid out on your back murmuring nonsense as he lifts your dress up under your belly button, pulling your panties down your legs and staring at your pussy. Before sliding his index finger quickly through your folds
Unbuckling his stuff belt, not even taking his pants completely off, pulling them down just enough to get his cock out to nudge his tip up and down your slit before pushing in.
Dry or wet it’s all the same to Leon, he’s not stopping or slowing down either way.
Pushing himself inside of you and being met with resistance only makes him wants to fuck you harder, slamming his cock completely into you making you help and arch your back from pain.
“Mhn no- please it- it burns” you whine, Leon tuts. Holding off on his thrusts to touch your clit for a bit, also looking around through his tinted windows to see if anyone is noticing what he’s doing to you.
He feels your cunt pulse around him and he takes that as a green light to move, slipping the top part of your dress down your shoulders to expose your tits.
Palming the pinching then hard while he starts to snap his hips into your barely wet pussy, raping you in the back of his car while you’re mewling in pain underneath him.
He wishes he turned some music on right now.
In a weak attempt, your hands find his chest barely pushing in it from his drunk you are. Trying to get him off of you.
“Don’t act like you don’t want this now, all that eye fucking you did back there. And this dress. God this fucking dress. What did you expect? Me to not take you and and rape you like this? Fucking dummy”
He pounds into your harder, taking his hand off your nipple to use both hands to fold you up into a mating press. He’s so deep now, he can cum right here like this.
But he likes hearing you cry and plead under him so he’ll hold off.
I got random inspiration whilst thinking about riding in a skirt- I hope you enjoy!!
It was you and that damned skirt again, perched on the couch without a care for his "work ethic". The quiet was peaceful at least, your face engrossed in whatever book you were reading whilst he bored himself with the paperwork in front of him. He knew it was important, something fishy was brewing and he needed to focus but as your cheeks peaked our from underneath the skirt the more you moved, he couldn't resist.
You barely noticed he moved, the dark clothing he sported was blending in with the dim light of the cosy atmosphere. However when he did make his way in front of you he wasted no time in showing you his issue. His cock was aligned to your face, the bulge rapidly forming just peeking above the curves of the opened book. "I haven't even done anything," you giggled. The Polaroid of the two of you slotting in it's new space in the book. The chapter left unfinished as you set it aside, something only the most treasured people in your life would get the privilege of experiencing.
"You expect me to believe this outfit wasn't on purpose?" He tutted, cattoloused fingers running along the pleated hemline as he tugged you closer. The bows that were printed on the underwear you sported darkened in colour as you faced his heated gaze. "It's trendy-"
His fingers grazed against the dampening fabric cutting you off with a forced gasp leaving your lips at his actions. He was always bolder than the other men you have dated, of you could even call them that compared to him. Their experience lack luster, pleasure solely focused on their own instead of yours as well. With Leon you felt safe, treasured, like your pussy was made of gold or crafted to perfection just for him. The size probably helped, his cock moulding your walls to his size where it fit with ease and left everything else you used feeling empty.
"So responsive, were you like this to everyone or just me princess?" He cooed, fingers stroking the sodden fabric against your lips. " I haven't even done anything yet and you are soaked,"
Your hips chased his movements, reluctant to let him get away with the delicate touch that wowned the coil in your stomach tighter. Your legs spread over his thighs as he sat on the sofa with you, your feet locking him in place so he didn't move away.
You felt the roughened pads of his fingertips slide underneath the ruined fabric, your arousal greeting him - soaking him before he teased your entrance. He circled you, fingers flicking up quickly to greet your clit before sliding in ever so slightly. A taunting game.
He watched as your thigh contracted, your body arching into the minimal touch he was offering. He should make this quick, fuck to get rid of his throbbing cock and then finish the work before the deadline but as he looked at you. His personal pornstar at his fingertips, he couldn't help but want to play for longer.
His other hand moved your shirt up, freeing the perky breasts he loves so dear. His fingers toyed with the nipples, watching at the pebbled to his touch. Your chest arched into his touch, feeding your breasts into his hands as he began to grope them. The sensation vaguely distracting you from his fingers curling against your velvet walls. "So quite today," he huffed. His eyebrows pinching as he leaned forward, his scent hitting you like a frieght truck as he invaded your personal space further.
Leon's breath fanned over your chest, his tonuge capturing the lonely nipple as he teased circles around it. The movement matching his thumb as he played with your clit. Everything was calculated and practiced. Hitting the right combination of details as he bought you closer to your first orgasm of the night. One hand laced through his hair, tugging him closer to your breast, feeding it to him as he sucked it eagerly. Your pussy throbbed against his fingers, their actions not quite hitting the sensation you needed on their own.
Leon groaned against your, his teeth nipping at your breast before he let go with a pop. He fought against your hand as he moved to the other one, working your skin with tender spots as he sucked against them. Marks you were sure to feel in the morning. You squirmed against him as hit the spot, your legs brushing against his hardened cock that was painfully strained against his sweats. "Such a little slut distracting me in this skirt with these cute undies," he whispered against your skin - his teeth nipping as it as he moved to your lips.
Your finger tugged against this lengthened strands, curling them into your fingers for a firmer hold. He didn't care, not when it felt real. Each tug grounded him, bought his focus back to his girl instead of his own pleasure for the time being. He could feel your cunt clenching around, begging him to come closer and move faster as you felt the tip of your orgasm. The seering pain of your clit only adding to it as his thumb toyed with it.
"leon-" you gasped, your head falling back against the pillows you had behind you. He watched your blissed out form, your thighs shaking as you cooled down from the high. "I'm not doing all the work, come on princess" he cooed.
You were lifted in his lap, panties pulled down before he worked on free his cock. Your cunt leaking on the sweats as he did do. "Fuck baby - so wet for me" he groaned. His tip slid in with ease, your pussy stretched and waiting eagerly for your favorite thing. You were in charge, you had to work for the second orgasm as your body recovered from the first. A punishment from being such a tease in his eyes.
Your thighs ached as you moved, used to the princess treatment of being splayed out on his expensive bedding. He smiled as he felt your skirt scratch against his skin, hiding your movements from sight. "You can do it, you can get what you want," he encouraged as his hands squeezed your hips to move you faster. Your words blurred together as you lost yourself in the pleasure you were giving yourself.
His cock was rock hard, twitching with your grinding as his head threw back. Everything for the two of you was forgotten, worries being fucked out as you doubled your efforts.
Leon knew it wouldn't take long until you caved. Your body already shaking as it struggled to find the stamina to upkeep it's desperation. "Don't stop, keep going baby"
His words fell on deaf ears as your head flipped in his shoulder. Sobs wracking your chest as you continued to loosely move your hips. Unable to reach the snap of pleasure you were starving for. It was cute seeing your frustration like this, words failing you as you whined for more. Your thighs too weak to carry you, not Leon though, not which chiselled body.
In his own frustration he moved you, laying you along the sofa before his hips began to snap against yours. It was harsh, bruising almost as he got lost in the building pleasure that swirled in his balls. They thightened the wetter your cunt got, your words disappearing as you smiled towards the ceiling.
The tears that kept falling were highlighted in the low light, your eyes blissed out as your smile grew wider. Your breath failed you, forming a silent scream on your lips before you gushed around his cock, the arsoual pooling on the leather of his couch. "Fuck princess-" he grunted before he filled you with a final snap of his hips.
His load was big, filling you with the warmth you craved to satisfy yourself. Leon held you close, his cock softening inside you with a poor attempt to plug the cum inside so it didn't ruin his couch. His fingers ran through your hair, your head rising as falling as you fell into a sleep against his skin.
──★ 👩❤💋👨 ̟ !! "you were asking for it. asking to be held down like this in his dark bedroom, his body weight crushing yours as he forces your legs apart."
cw: re9!lLeon x fem!reader. DDDNE. noncon. drugging & kidnapping. violence against reader. non-consensual recording. implicit misogyny. piss. leon has no redeeming qualities.
notes: second fic commissioned by @leonsfap! thank you so much for this yummy prompt, I felt like it really helped me expand my writing to concepts I don't usually write about and I had a lot of fun. if you're interested in commissioning me, this is my kofi! I'm currently doing two comms for the price of one to get more writing practice in. also, you'll notice that I love inserting my fic titles into my work in corny ways. sue me!
This shit was too easy.
You’re an obnoxious thing, so much so that Leon wonders if God was simply messing with him when he made you easy to kidnap. Hell, he’s paying the price now with your crying. Despite the drowsy state that his sleeping pills have left you, you still manage to have enough energy to claw at his shoulders and cut his skin while his cock bruises your cervix.
God, he should’ve tied your hands up. Sloppy work, Kennedy.
This whole ordeal was messy work. Too impulsive. Too reckless. Old age has only made Leon more cynical and less cautionary, leaving him with his dreary thoughts and bizarre desires. He’s been thinking of rape longer than he’s been happy; the sleeping pills he carries physical manifestation of his itch. He goes out some weekends to bars near colleges and watches girls of all kinds. Sorority sisters with their fake tans and too-loud voices. He looks at any girl with her tits practically spilling out their tops and their ass peeking out of their belts for skirts. Girls who don’t show skin, who hide behind their shot glasses and beer bottles, who shy away from the crowd. He looks at any girl. It’s all the same to him. He hates them all. From their innocence to their youth. Fuck those stupid bitches. It’s not fair. Fresh as daisies and he’s left to rot. Most of the time, he’s too repulsed to think of raping a girl for long.
But you. You just looked so cute. So friendly. So playful with your fingers dancing along his shoulder as you asked him to buy you a drink. So forward. You were asking for it. Asking to be held down like this in his dark bedroom, his body weight crushing yours as he forces your legs apart. All that flirting, all those stupid heart eyes. You were asking to be made to bleed, your cunt squeezing down on his pistoning cock in fear as he grips your snot-covered and tear-stricken face, demanding you to look at him while he rapes you.
It was so easy to drug you up. He kept offering you Shirley Temples and other nasty sweet drinks airheaded girls your age like. You were clearly new to drinking, your face hot as you slumped against him. A quick bathroom trip, three pills with their powders dumped out. Not enough to knock you out for long, but enough to get you where he needs you to be. You come back.
Drink. More laughing. Nope, less laughing. More confusion. “Why am I so sleepy…?” You’re out. Head thumping against the counter, like the idiot you are.
“Yes, I know her. Daughter of a friend. Yes, take care.” Who cares who takes you home? Not the bartenders when they get paid minimum wage. You looked like the perfect victim in the back of his car. Unassuming. And so beautiful.
“Stop crying like that, fucking god,” he rasps, squeezing your face hurt enough that he knows it’ll bruise in the morning. Leon is trying to be somewhat decent but you’re making this so hard. Why can’t you appreciate that at least you’re getting raped in missionary? Isn’t that somewhat romantic? You can see his face and hopefully when you stop getting on his nerves, you’ll see how much he “adores” you.
You can both hear your sloppy cunt squelching on his dick, his balls slapping against your ass. You want this. You’ve been asking for it all night. It’s almost as if you can read his thoughts, frantically shaking your head when he tries to kiss you. Strings of your arousal cling to the tufts of hair around his shaft, a ring of frothy cum and blood at the base of his cock. Leon bets it would be so easy to knock you up, to just cum inside you without a care in the world after battering up your cervix.
He missed this. It felt like heaven dragging you inside and tearing your clothes off. You have the cutest pussy he’s seen in a while, and it feels fucking good to be the one to ruin it. To ruin you. Bruise you up. Bite you everywhere. Leave you bleeding. His breathing grows uneven and the familiar tingle of his growing orgasm starts to bloom, a sick smile spreading across his wrinkled face.
“Shit, gonna cum. Be still, hey, I said be still.” You start to thrash because you know what it’ll mean if he does cum instead. A shriek escapes your lips as you leave bloody scratches on his arms, your entire body starting to weirdly shake. “What the fuck- Jesus Christ, you didnt!”
Between the alcohol and the drugging and the sheer amount of panic your mind and body is under, you piss yourself. All on his dick, soaking his abdomen and the sheets like some feral dog. It feels like an orgasm in the most humiliating way possible, your legs trembling around Leon’s waist while you scream.
“Okay, you know what?” It really does get to a point for Leon. He’s fifty-one, which is fifty-one years too old to be giving himself headaches. You barely register him peeling himself off of you and pulling out before the back of his hand makes contact with your face once more, knocking you out.
Leon is, much to his own embarrassment, a big consumer of porn.
The internet is amazing because how else can you go from watching stepmom porn to something that borders a snuff film? It’s always been a hidden fantasy of his to make his own sex tape, especially when he was young and still getting action.
He still owns an old VHS camera he bought back in the day. In fact, it made a visit last night. Propped up on his nightstand so he could record himself fucking you. Fucking evil.
You’re painfully sober now that it’s morning. The sheets have been changed on the bed but the smell of piss and sex still lingers. Your face is swollen from being slapped and your eyes are puffy. It hurt when Leon manhandled you into his lap, your cunt so sore you nearly screamed. By now you’re left with the dreadful truth that you’ve been raped, possibly knocked up, and being held captive.
It’s still dark. Curtains are drawn over the windows. There’s bottles of pills scattered on Leon’s dresser. Dirty clothes on the floor. Yours from last night look like ribbons, torn up at the foot of the bed. Playboys stacked high on his desk with what looks like work documents. A fucking gun on his nighstand along with that stupid camera. And a TV mounted on the wall across from his bed, complete with a VHS player connected to it. For some stupid reason you thought that after a certain point in time, you couldn’t use VHS players with modern TVs. Unfortunately, you were wrong.
He mumbles threats in your ears and he makes you swear you’ll hold still, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as he gives his cock a few lazy pumps. “Come on, work with me here,” he grumbles, slapping your thigh and pushing you off his lap enough to rub the tip of his cock against your abused folds. Like before, there’s no pleasure or intimacy to this. Of being held in his lap, your back nestled into his chest. Len’s filthy fucking dick hurts as he carves its way into your cunt, staring dumbly at the TV.
And then it comes to life with a click of the TV remote. The video is grainy and the audio is shit but you know for a fact that’s you. Sobbing, pinned under Leon while he fucks you. For a moment, he almost smiles at you before you try to bite him and he starts shouting complaints at you again.
“So dramatic,” he grumbles into your ear, rocking you in his lap and letting out a low groan. “Pissing on me, really?” He turns the volume up, and you gag. It’s filthy. You watch yourself, your bodies mockingly interlocked in a seemingly romantic embrace with your chests pressed together. He’s already thinking ahead into the future just watching this, of fucking you in this same position on your wedding night.
Marital rape always had a very nice ring to Leon’s ears. And he’s a sucker for wedding lingerie.
You start to sob again as he bounces you on his dick, covering your face as you listen to yourself. But Leon’s patience is a short fuse and before you know it, his arm is wrapping around your neck to choke the air out of you. All you can do is babble pathetic sorries and wheeze, your tears dripping onto his bicep.
“Exactly,” he grunts, pressing a kiss to your temple that feels like punishment. “Instead of bitching, why don’t you try to play dead?”
do you do commissions for leon stories? i need you to do one for me, please 🙏🏻😭
hi anon! since I don't have a proper comm post anymore (I have to make a new one), I'll give you a quick rundown.
yes, I do write fics for leon. I write reader/self-insert and ocs. depending on the length will cost you different prices so I'll put a screenshot of them below.
i can write fluff, smut, and angst and pretty much any scenario with enough detail. if I do feel like I can't do your comm justice, I will just be honest and say no. i don't write scat, necro, beast, underaged characters/reader, grooming, raceplay, feederism/weight control. if you have anymore questions either message me on kofi or here on Tumblr! thanks for your interest <33
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