Welcome! You can call me Sab, I'm a Brazilian writer that loves re2 Leon (especially if he's sub)
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(I'm just so happy with this new era, hope you guys like it too)
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WHAT DO I WRITE FOR?
Mostly of what i write contains smut, if it doesn't, I'll make it explicit on the information of the fic. I don't use the term y/n on my fics!
Normally, i write for fem readers, but I'll try to bring more diversity on the future and include more people in my works so everyone can feel represented!
I WON'T WRITE IF CONTAINS: incest/stepcest, character x character, female characters smut, minors with adults (pedophilia), age play, rape, noncon, any fluids play like scat, piss or vomit. — anything along those lines or things that i don't feel comfortable writing about.
I WILL WRITE: daddy kink/mommy kink, degradation/praise kink, slight exhibitionism, sub!reader, dom!reader, slight breathing play, male characters smut. About genre is mostly fluff, angst and smut.
MY REQUESTS: you can always send me requests, and i will gladly try to write about it. But i won't take requests with the things listed at the "won't write", OR if i feel uncomfortable with the theme
FANDOMS I'LL WRITE FOR: I mostly write about "Resident Evil", but I'll try to write more about "Call of Duty", "Red Dead Redemption", "Jujutsu Kaisen", and yandere games in general ect. In the future, i want to write about other characters from others fandoms.
Imagine being married to König. He's always coming back dripped in blood and liquids you can't actually discern, his eyes are steady and never look back at yours until he's all cleaned up. When he's away for days, you want to ignore the visceral stains on his uniform and hug him tight. He can't permit that. First is the bath, and when he's barely a recognizable human, than you can kiss and enjoy your husband. König never mixes job and private life, they don't even know his face, that's a privilege for his family, that consists mostly by...you. He wants you to see as a person, not as a machine of the government made to kill.
That's what they thought him to think, and his mind is fighting back every single day, only to come back to your arms. In between gunfires, losing friends, failed missions and being considered a monster, there's you. The photo he carries in his pocket next to his heart, like it's a treasure. No one ever saw him seeing it, they don't even know. Co-workers don't know his life, nor do he knows their, only you mattered. König didn't feared for his life before meeting you. He had nothing to lose anyway.
But after you? He foughts with his life, makes sure to come back alive to you. He may sure be back with a few scratches, but hey, you're here, cleaning his wounds with a smile, watching him like he's a innocent man that doesn't had blood on his hands. You're the reason. You're the answer of his prayers. He wasn't a religious guy, but he always wanted a reason to live. A reason to continue this battle and see he's important. He lived his whole existence thinking he was a prague, ending lives without hesitation, not having family, not even having a social bubble because he thought everyone would leave if they knew his job. And oh God, he was panicking when you and him got closer.
König tried his best, fought back feelings that were already deep into his core. That battle failed. But he's proud of that lose. It gave him human eyes, that pierce through his soul and remind him everyday "you're worth, I won't leave, you're human too.". And he's the lucky one for that. He knows it. So he threats you like you deserve, not putting your life in danger, keeping your innocence away from all that nasty stuff. He's the one that bears the troubles. And you? He just wants you to tell him he's a man that deserves love. With sweet touches on his face, a gentle smile and your eyes full of empathy. He only needed that. — All his being needed. And he's sure lucky for having it now.
Okay, I know I've been missing around here a LOT, but I'm slowly getting time to write, and today that thought crawled out. I hope you guys enjoy it, and I'll try to bring more extensive fic's on the future, thanks a lot for all the support besides everything! 🫶🤍
SYNOPSIS: The eerie figure of a berserker scares you out, but for him, is the opposite. He can only think about you with a single exchange of glances.
PAIRING: Yandere¡Berserker¡König x F¡Reader
WORD COUNT: 2.608k
WARNINGS: Mentions of cannibalism (methopore of it), obsessive thoughts, mentions of death, description of dead bodys and dead animals ect.
NOTES: I finally got something for the dream i had about Viking¡König. Just to clarify:A berserker is those ones vikings who fight and duel. This is probably only the start of this character, since there's a lot more things to explore about him. This probably isn't canon or a real representation of vikings/berserkers, keep that in mind please. (König is finally out of my basement again!)
Drapetomania: (n) an overwhelming urge to ran away.
In a land where the cold is enough to twist your guts and relocate them, you need to have extra care. The cold is not merciful, not with anyone. You could die from hunger firstly, and secondly, from the shivering cold in your limbs, it seems like everything here worked against the humans, to purge them out of the ground mother nature raised. The dangers are so much that only a few people live nearby the forest, it's almost unbearable and no one wants the danger in their doors, no. And by a few people, you only know one, yourself. Of course that, you didn't had another choice, if you did, you would never live where the sun doesn't reach properly, where the cold enters through your windows and shush the candles off, where animals lurk outside your humble home, ready to make you part of they visceral circle of life that they call “natural”. In fact, you could hear everything when the moon is up on the sky, the way some animals grunt and whine in pain, you could hear the fights and the smell of blood wouldn't be unnoticed by your nostrils on the other day, you were getting used to that mix of sensations yet, and you think you won't ever do, things are just too cruel around you to get used, you can just…blind yourself for those things and pretend it's not happening, or else, you could easily turn part of their food as well. Just as the poor rabbit's body lay tainted red in the snow, his eyes now white as he doesn’t move an inch, what a miserable life he must have had, but for now, he’s a good (and only) choice of food for you. It's better to just focus on your own security, praying for any god around to keep you safe as pairs of red eyes prey into your windows in the dark. The sounds are scary, you can't name all of them, the forest can embrace them sometimes. But others, you know, like the cold air that can make the trees swing, their branches slapping against each other making a harsh sound as footsteps move on the snow, you couldn't keep your eyelids closed, they were heavy, but the calm state of sleep won't come if you're scared. Nights like this are usual on this land, and you didn’t had the luck to live in the city as the people with more money did.
Speaking of which, as a person that is not contemplated by god, you didn’t have any skills on hunting as well, you’re way too weak even to fight the small bunnies, or maybe, you just didn’t have the courage to kill such innocent living beings. The only thing that kept you alive, was working for the city citizens as a cleaner, doing the work their glorious hands couldn’t do to gain a pitiful amount of coins that didn’t even guaranteed you enough food for the month, only to maintain you working for those lazy people that are too worried about their own noses to have pity on a poor human that lives close to the dense forest. With your worn fabric cloak, you needed to face the temperature to bring some food at home, the tiny bag of coins in your pocket and a wooden basket, you headed into the trail in the way of the city.
You knew the path as the back of your hands, making sure you wouldn’t get lost to suffer and get dead into the woods due to the freezing cold that the cloak couldn’t protect you forever for. In fact, it wasn’t that long and in a short time, your eyes faced the big brick walls around the town, the sounds of the chipping birds and your footsteps being replaced by chit chats and laughters, kids crying over something, and the horses trots. As you walked in, the atmosphere was a tad hotter, perhaps all for the big quantity of people together, their warm bodies would ease the temperature in this more private space, not to mention the big houses and their chimneys blowing hot smoke into the air. That makes you feel less worried, since the cold is the principal worry for you. Walking into the crowd, you already knew which fair stall to go, one with an old man that sells a good variety of meat, even though you didn’t even dreamt on the taste of the more expensive pieces, but for sure, the texture and their looks were a lot better than the ones you buy it, obviously because they’re not made for deplorable ones as you. The ones you bought were a plenty of almost rotten meat, the pieces that were almost going into the trash, and you wouldn’t doubt if they could be no good for your stomach. But you can’t complain, it’s the only thing available, the rest would be only to make you drool over it while your stomach rumbles for some good real food instead of the shitty ones you’d eat due to your financial problems.
When you got in front of the tent, the same man with the bitter expression would ‘greet’ you — That means he would only look deeply into your eyes, already judging you by your looks every time you were there, making that slightly disgusted expression scrunch his nose to you. The butcher was a hypocrite, after all, he’s the one covered in animal blood, he’s the one getting hands dirty, not you. So, you were in that criterion, more hygienic than him, and you bet on any other ones too.
The judgmental pair of hollow eyes suddenly turn behind you, the corners of his mouth turning upwards into a smile you’re seeing for the first time. A high pitched voice rings from behind, and you turn into your heels to understand why the crowd is getting closer into a specific place as the man announces.
—”Rejoy, everyone! Our heroes are back, the ones that are always protecting our town from afar, our berserkers!”
Berserkers? You heard about them. A scary group of big bulky men, that would protect the city on the orders of the king, keeping everyone there safe as they trail around with their big ships, that somehow made a deal with the old king to keep everyone safe and not rob everyone. Despite not living in the city, you would still be skeptical about those men around, that at any possible moment could turn sides and attack everyone, decimating the whole town with their bare hands. As your hood falls down, the hidden sun now hits you in the face, giving you some better light to see how they truly were, and if the tales of them being nerve-racking were real. They were, in fact, more tall than average, more stronger with their pairs of muscles and eerie aura, but one specific of them, were responsible for making you petrified. He was the taller of them, the most larger on side and length, but alongside with that, he used a threadbare mask over his face, that looked more like a shirt with badly cutted holes for the eyes that kept him the only one anonymous. To worse things even more, that strange man was behind all of them, just watching as his partners were happy with the citizens, he was on the back, a bear skin from the top of his masked head to his ankles, the biggest of them, protecting him efficiently from the cold they must had challenged as he locked eyes with you.
The heavy blue eyes faced yours. You must be hallucinating in the worst way possible, he’s sure going to come over and break you into two pieces with those big hands. You saw his eyes squinting together, that creepy man must be laughing underneath his mask, laughing at how visibly uncomfortable you got with a single eye contact. As the others berserkers joined the crowd, laughing and telling the stories from the sea and their adventures, that specific one didn’t. He actually started to come to your way, and you were sure you’re going to be killed at daylight and no one would care, they could even celebrate with the man, show your dead body to everyone as a prize, you would have the same fate as the tiny rabbit, and indeed, you were tiny in comparison with him. This might be wrong, but you saw the berserk as the definition of barbarian, men that only wanted to watch blood drop and act like not a thoughtful human.
You decided to disguise the fear creeping from the bottom of your spine, turning on your heels back to face the butcher, pretending that that tower of a man isn’t coming in your direction, maybe you’re just going crazy or he’s playing tricks with your mind that is so easy to put fears into. Your hands fumbled on your pockets, taking the bag of coins messily and letting it fall on the way, mumbling some curses for yourself as you bent down to collect the coins before someone could steal months of hard work and make you stay with no food available. Hopefully, the creepy man would lose you into the crowd and forget about you as you walked like a rat in between people. As your hands groped the gold circles on the floor, you counted them mentally as you kept messing up your own actions due to that strange man frightening you for no apparent reason. When you made sure you had all of them, you lifted your body quickly, before stumbling over something stiff, already whispering apologies because town people are not so receptive to mistakes. There was him when you opened your eyes, that giant man hovering over you and closer than you expected, making you gasp audibly. Your chest hit his pectoral, those blue eyes smudged by his dilated pupils as he kept breathing heavily, you felt like facing an hungry animal, his orbs not leaving your figure for a single moment during that awkward silence that remained, until he finally did something. He searched for something under his cloak, taking out a bag full of something that tinkled on it, a big mouthful bag that he handed to the butcher as if it meant nothing.
—”Let the lady buy what she wants.” His voice wasn't as deep or tough as you imagined. In fact, he had a nasal one that made him look less scary now, and yet, he had a strong accent and his tone was a tad rude, or you thought it was.
The butcher took the bag with no hesitation, his eyes glistening with joy as he cherished the berserker.
—”Oh, yes, yes! Go ahead, madam.” You’re sure this man never was that kind towards you as now, he was even smiling. As you thought, the town is moved by money, and if you were the dirty one, they were the pigs rolling up on the mud, humiliating themselves for something temporary.
It was your turn to let your eyes shine, the big masked man beside you watching as your lips trembled for an answer. The first thing you could say was:
—”I can’t accept this, sir.” You tried your best to keep your voice gentle, still scared for your life. His dense eyes followed yours, he saw how much you wanted that, but was being polite.
—”Take it. It won’t make any difference for me.”
His tone was severe, he wouldn’t listen to any of your complaints. And honestly, it was kinda cute how you hesitated to take his money so easily, König was actually enchanted by how humble you were, your appearance and kind soul slowly creeping into his heart. On the other side, his weird accent and harsh tone was scaring you, not a single thing about him was enchanting like a prince (he was not even close to that), the man covered in blood was trying to bargain you with his money, show you how much he could provide, only to buff up his chest and be a man with high ego like he is, showing himself off to a mysterious pretty lady that probably has half his age. He assumes that, sometimes, he can be a very weird old man, and this must be what got your legs shaking that much.
The visions were distinct from each other. Your poor thing was looking at him like a deer at the headlights, and he was already planning to lift you up, put you on his broad shoulders and carry you out of there like a prize he took without asking before. König would gladly treat you like his, but he still has a little bit of humanity on his mind, and won’t do that…yet. Of course that killing everything alive was munching his brain, slowly turning the carnage he did into something normal, after all, he was “doing for the city's honor” and that would make him a hero anyways, so there's nothing to lose. He was already addicted to that feeling, the dopamine that would fill his mind as a kid yet after killing the most insignificant things like an unlucky little bird he managed to trap and end with his life so easily in his hands, grown into something more. Slowly, that kid with prominent plump and red tinted cheeks transformed into that monster of a man, the one his mother really was scared he could turn into. But that is something of the past, right now, his mean mind could only think of you, the thought of ruining that innocence that still sparkled in your eyes was a delight for his soul. And he would take that in any circumstances, no matter what he will need to do, the atrocities he can commit for you, the bondages limits he would cross to see your cute face, he cannot feel guilty for anything he will do next, everything will be due to you and your abnormal gorgeous features. König is a very, very bad man for doing that and putting the fault on you, that’s for sure.
—”Aren’t you going to choose, madam?” The voice of the butcher takes you two out of the trance, long minutes staring at each other in silence abruptly ended, the sting of fear is visible in your big eyes, but the masked man eyes just squint as if he’s smiling devilishly.
The variety of meat in front of you is mainly unknown, and you don’t even know what they taste like. But little did you know, that you could be the meat of the big man beside you. Eating you in a literal meaning seems weird, but he would love to feed himself on that purity only you have. Luckily, you would not give him any trouble, and let him use your body to fed up himself, that crimson blood dripping into the floor as he slowly sinks his teeths into your flesh, the last vision of your tired of fighting body would be his lower half in the dark, still barely covered as his hands run through you a last time before your heavy eyelids flutter for never more. He would love to have that vision, your soul vanishing into his bare eyes, due to his hands, there’s nothing else that excites him so much as that. And that, by only exchanging a few words with you. Your fate is already crossed into his calloused and dirty hands, you're going to be his in any way.
SYNOPSIS: Taking an uber with Leon might be difficult.
PAIRING: Driver¡Re9¡Leon x Reader
WORD COUNT: 553
WARNINGS: SMUT! Use of foul words.
NOTES: Trying to get back to writing, hope you guys like it. Please comment and reblog for support 🫶🥺
Streets filled with sounds. It's always the cars passing by, leaving smoke for you to inhale. You were not excited for all that noise. Not at all for that stressing traffic. The nights were always pretty for you. That dim yellow light rushing with the cars, the atmosphere of a dizzy well enjoyed dusk, filled with memories only you could fill your heart with. Today was one of these days. Going to a club with your friends was usual, but today, you were taking an uber. You're not so excited to drive, so what was the problem?
The problem was the driver. The problem is called Leon. The problem is why an old man is so sexy like him? You were not helping. Gawking at his hands on the steering wheel, carefully noticing the veins in his hands, the firm grip and occasionally imagining those in your thighs. Your outfit was the problem. A skimpy dress that showed clearly your cleavage at his rear-view mirror, he couldn't focus on the street like this. Both knew that was wrong, but kept eyeing, and were caught looking. And “if you look, you gotta taste”, he says. You couldn't even text properly to your friends, faking a problem on the road that's gonna delay your coming.
The problem was not on the road. It was on your lacy black underwear, fully wet by him merely touching your thighs. Your soft skin showing up a little bit more every time he lifted your dress slowly, only to torture you a bit more. You couldn't take your eyes off of his hands, glued to your body and squeezing sometimes. You were sitting in between his legs, on the backseat. He's so large behind you, you can feel protected by his big chest even without any effort from him. But there's something bigger that's poking your butt.
Leon was calm, postured and torturing. His index finger going in and out of you driving you crazy for more. You panted, chest going up and down for his eyes to bathe in that vision. Under a yellow light of an isolated place on the road, you two were getting dizzy in sex. His hot breath was in your ears, you could feel the air leaving his mouth as he murmured words that kept your thighs squeezed together. He had a damn pretty voice as well.
—”Keep going, princess. Will you make a mess for me?”
Fuck him. You rolled your eyes, closing him before anything. Your head rests on his shoulder, not having enough force to face him. The sounds were leaving your mouth like they're impossible to hold, you don't feel judged, you could scream his name without a worry.
He had a damn experience, touching your clit with the thumb, circling it to get all the pretty noises out of you. Your head was spinning, you couldn't think properly. Your face frowned, you screamed inside for that, but also desired for more romance with him. Kissing his lips, watching his face, slowly teasing him. You could spend a life with him and not get used to it.
—”Come on, cum for me, will you?”
His desire would be pleasurably done. And maybe…you couldn't come to the club, after all, there's still a lot more to do on the road.
The part 3 of Akrasia and Forbidden Fruit, after a long time! If you guys like the teaser, I'll post the full fic. ( ◜‿◝ )♡
Again, thanks for all the love on both parts, I'm very happy to see that much comments and likes. And thanks for @navreads @navstuffs for all the help on the part two!
Nefelibata: (is a Portuguese term derived from Greek, literally meaning "cloud-walker". It refers to an unconventional, dreamy person who lives in their own imagination or ignores societal, artistic, or literary conventions)
The image is still very clear in your mind. Leon was always pretty without effort, but in that situation, he was ethereal. You would still watch his dark eyebrows wrinkle in desire, his plump and swollen lips sticking one lip out as his eyes shone under the faint light of that rusty room hidden in the church. You were amazed, never ever graced with such a perfect vision as that, him, under your touch, leaning in for more and more as the hell grabbed his foot down all the times. But he wasn't alone. The little devil that pushed him, you, were together on this, and you were not at the slightest regretful.
Should you feel guilty? Should you feel the angry eyes of God piercing through your soul? Because you don't. And not even the devil could look into your sinner eyes. But there's an angel looking at you for now, and it's what matters.
And that angel calls your attention, flicks his fingers in front of you. That's when you're out of your dazzled state. Meeting the harsh reality. Leon S. Kennedy, the priest of your church. The now aged man, not that young angel you once messed it up with, glazing you from up, bringing you back to real life. It's been ages since you guys had committed the act, and since then, he started to avoid you with all he had. Only he knew how much that hurted. How your teasing broke him inside. How he wished to feel your warm skin warming him up, messing him up a bit more every time. Oh, he was getting insane, believe him. But he couldn't do that again. God watched his own punishment, the self flogging as the moon peered in the window, lighting his faint tears falling down all the way through his cheeks and getting loose into the infinity of his sins. He was feeling so guilty. But it was a pleasure he never felt. He wondered why that had to be a vice act. Why did you have to be such a wonderful looking immoralist? He never knew the answer. Those thoughts were left alone in the confessional, a secret between him and the savior. And obviously, the sinners.
As for now, his suppressed lusts were fighting back. You became prettier with the time, getting even more tempting. Yet, this time, he wouldn't be the angel, he wouldn't be the saint. You would have to face his new self. The devil would be him.
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Taking an uber with Leon might be difficult...
CALL OF DUTY;
Yet to be seen.
Yet to be seen.
Jealous? Of course! Not...
Re2 Leon being jealous and not admitting it. (SMUT/ASK)
hello! I recently discovered your profile and I love how you write! Can you please make a part two of the ‘smile for the camera’ fic? since now; thank you so much🫶🏻
(sorry if my english is bad btw)
Hello, hello!!! How are you, cutie? (Can i call you that? I hope so 😭) Hope you're doing fine. Thank you so much for all that love, I'm so excited to hear that! And don't actually worry, English is not my first language as well, we're not here to judge (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )
I'll certainly try to write a part two, you guys can send me ideas too, i would much appreciate that. If i write it, I'm going to tag you, okay? Thanks again♥️♥️
hey! I've been reading your fanfics and OMG you're so talented!!
Would you write one with leon bein jealous towards reader but being shy about it or something like that? it would be amazing! (sub! leon hehe)
Bye! 😸
HII HIII, hope you're doing okay, sorry for delaying that so much, but here it is! Thank you so much for all the compliments, I'm very grateful for it! Sorry if it's hushed 😭 and happy new year for all🫶
Being a cop wasn't hard. What was truly hard, was to fall in love with a piece of the sun, like you. You were the sunshine of the department, always having a chit chat with everyone about everything, making jokes and laughing at all of them (even if Leon didn't find it funny, and couldn't contain the frown.). But maybe, he didn't laugh too, because you were cackling at SOMEONE jokes, and not only his. And how silly of him to think that, you were not his property, not even his girlfriend. You two were an incognita, best friends? No, it was more intimate than that. Lovers? No, it was not so intimate. The thing is, working together for almost 2 years now, was the reason he's been feeling weird for months. Maybe, because he was the rookie, and you were the first one to welcome him very warmly, teaching him some lessons the others wouldn't. You gave him that bright smile, wishing him good luck and congratulations for working at his dream, and he melted instantly.
He melted, but was good at hiding (or he thought he was, but his manners were NOT camouflaging it.). He tried to disguise the brainless face, the legs failing, the pupils growing and the stupid smile. And obviously failed. You noticed and after a couple of months, were officially dating. The problem is, some of your work colleagues didn't have the necessary respect for your relationship.
Leon would come to the police department, with a brown bag full of donuts for you two. He squirmed amongst the others, closing the front door with his feet. When he saw one of his superiors, talking to you and trying to grab your waist. Which you didn't accept, and made a clear frown for him, showing him your ring. Leon was proud of your actions, but he was so guilty. He was a coward, since it was his superior, he couldn't defend you like he wanted.
But you were quick to show him that your heart belonged to him, in your bedroom, that night.
—”Now…come on, take that pout out, baby.” — Your hands trodden towards his shoulders, giving it a gentle squeeze on his bare skin trying to ease his tension.
—”He was so disrespectful to you! I wish I could've done something…”
—”There wasn't a need, I handled the situation. Everything 's okay, in the end, you know I'm only yours.” — Your breathing voice was so close to his ear, his body was reacting, his shoulders slumped up as he turned red. —”Easy now, you need to get rid of that tension darling. And I have the solution.”
He let out a suffocated breath, hitching it in the process. You watched as his chest fluttered with mixed emotions under that dim light of your bedroom on the starry night. Walking until you're in front of him, he accompanied your steps with caution, his deer eyes piercing you as you knelt down slowly. Your hands were quick to gently caress his legs, going up and up to his thighs, giving him those sweet goosebumps. Leon let his head fall on the chair, closing his eyes and letting his body jerk up to get comfortable on the seat.
When his boxer was out, you kissed the tip of his dick, being so delicate that he was almost like something divine to you. He wasn't even used to that, even when your relationship is already 3 months. He couldn't. No, not after he dreamt so much about it, every moment was unique. That soft skin into your mouth, that vision of you, taking care of his needs like it was your duty, and how much you loved to see him like that, so entrusted for you. He were your. You were his. And that proximity of cells, that scene, of you taking his dick so well…that was only his, no one could replace that. And even if he's jealous all the time, he knows that. And he can't help but feel proud. Proud he's the one that can love you as you truly are.
To the person who sent me an ask, giving a story idea: I'LL WRITE ITTT, just been trying to mix the ideas on the text, but i promise I'm writing it darling 😭😭🫶
I just finished reading your recent fic of camboy Leon! I loved it and honestly I’d like to see more of this Leon from you! I need that next part where they get at it 😭😭😭❤️❤️.
OMG HIIII! Thank you so much for all the love, that really keeps me motivated to keep on. I'll try to bring the part two and I'll tag you if i do so. Just need some ideas to bring this to the point 🫶🫶
SYNOPSIS: Finding out your college classmate makes live porn was sure... interesting.
PAIRING: No gender implied¡Reader x Camboy¡Sub¡Leon
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
WARNINGS: Pure smut, use of foul words.
NOTES: HELLO GUYSSS! Here I am, with a (late) Christmas present, but we're gonna ignore that lol. I hope you guys like it, I'm really trying to write something out of everything!
Your phone almost slips from your hands. You blink once. Twice. And even scratch them to make sure it wasn't a prank of your brain. It was clearly there, there was no deception. Your college classmate, Leon, on a porn live site.
Weekend, your day off, all you wanted was to scroll down the first website you saw on Twitter, without many hopes of actually finding it something for your pleasure. Until you're met with blue eyes and blonde hair, and a half face you could never mistake for another. And on impulse, you clicked on his live. His username was “BlondieFox”, but you were sure it was him.
— “Good Christmas, Racoon09, thanks for the donation!” — He smiled brightly, almost malicious, a high contrast from the smile he gave to you daily in college. — “Okay, guys…now, what do we wanna do tonight? Any ideas?
His chat exploded in messages. There was too much for your eyes to keep up. You just read some of them like: “take ur clothes off, bro”, “touch yourself (ﾉ*0*)ﾉ”, or even “show us your new toy!!”
You didn't want to be a pervert. Discovering his dirty secret and even watching it. But your fingers didn't clicked the big “X” on the screen either. Clearing your throat, you got comfortable in your bed, not knowing how to stop seeing that.
Leon wore some kind of masquerade mask that hid his nose and other facial features. But his blue eyes shone under that, and you wouldn't need confirmation to prove it was him. His lips were apparent, and he bit them seductively.
—”Yeah, your guys are right. It's too hot, maybe I should take these clothes off.” — He gripped his sweater by his waistband, and torturously slowly pulled up, revealing his toned torso, you were furiously blushing from the other side of the camera.
What exactly was that live? You didn't know how it worked, or why your classmate was doing that. Maybe that's how he paid the monthly fees. A sparkly sound got your attention back, another donation, this time, fifty dollars, that was a big amount for only his six-pack.
—”Oh my! Thanks CutieUmbrella! That's too much, I'm flattered!” — A robotic voice sounded from your earphones, the donation had a request.
“Could you touch yourself for us? (>0<；)”
The mere request made your stomach churn. You gulped down a saliva you didn't know you were keeping it all that time. He giggled and answered with a sweet voice.
—”You guys…always so eager, no? But I must obey, I'm a good boy, after all.”
Your eyes almost popped out of your cranium. Leon Kennedy, was a camboy. But, not only that, he was a sub! That was surely a strange discovery. What would he do with the next donations? Obey them all as the money only grew? You need to test it. You find yourself donating. It started low, five dollars only to test the waters.
—”Hello! Thanks, Zombaby, you're new here? Feel free to express your wishes, darling, I'm here to try to satisfy you.” — Your shitty “done at the last minute” username were on the screen, he responded it, you were fucked up, surely. Leon would at no doubt think you're a sick person if he knew you were watching and even donating to him. But seeing the innocent boy that you had a slight crush on, getting naked, was a one life chance.
And things escalated fast, he was soon covered in sweat, his movements were quick, up and down on his dick, which you find out it was very big and beautiful, funny to know you never even think of him like that, and know you're there. Leon’s chest fluttered, he was losing control as his eyes couldn't maintain it open.
—”Zombaby, please, praise me more, huh?” — You don't even know how much you spend. But he was each time more entrusted to you. Melting with your words, you sure knew how to make a big man fall on his knees. Everyone on his chat were jealous, he was repeating YOUR username.
“Lucky one, I wanted Blondie to say my name repeatedly :(“
And you were following him. Your hands were almost automatic as you pleasured yourself in the same rhythm as him. The feeling was incredible, and it was almost like there were only the two of you there. You were ruined, you would never look at him the same.
As you two kept the motion together, you felt your body build up in a strange sensation. Your head falls back into your pillow, your back arches and you let out a pathetic little whimper escape as you reach your orgasm. The feelings were like reaching the stars, seeing Leon so weak, for you (or you wanted to believe that), were the maximum pleasure you never had. There was need for more, there was lust, the desire to touch his body, help him to cum too, you could see his face turn into a frown as he tried. You wanted to feel the texture of his skin, see if he would react to you. You needed to feel the fibers of his skin on yours, to see every single hair on his body get goosebumps with your touch. You were watching his lips getting swollen and wishing you could kiss it, holding his cheeks and forcing him to look into your eyes with those damn pretty eyes of his. Oh, how you wished to see all of his body, just in place for you, just obeying your voice, just being responsive to you and your actions only. Your only wish at that moment was to bring him the pleasure he seeks in every thrust into his poor hands, you could even see the pre-cum making a mess, he would even get the hole wrong, like a dog in heat that wouldn't even look at what he's doing. That was pure carnal desire, channelled into you, and him. The intimacy you shared almost felt ethereal, out of this world as you too cummed together, in union and like two coward in distance. You knew it was very wrong, but crave for more. You know that living in a republic, and not even too distant from Leon was a danger. And your thoughts were only about the things we were doing a few steps away from you.
His room was not away, and you only prayed no one heard you whimpering at dawn, whimpering his name.
The other day, the college was normal. The same people, the same tiresome routine, the same classes that needed you to focus. As you sat on the chair and took off your computer to put your password, you felt a wind passing through you, but didn't turn to see. A proximity startled you, there was a face very close to yours, especially close to your ear, that whispered.
—”Hello Zombaby, how are you today?” — His smile changes when you turn to see the voice. Leon was smiling at you, marvelously. He called you by your username on that twisted site. Of course, you were pale as a paper, not managing to mumble a word.
—”I knew how much you liked zombies, saw you scribbling ones those days. I wanted to make sure, and by your face, I can now prove it was you. Can you keep my dirty little secret? I can repay all the money you gave me yesterday, but with…actions, maybe?” — Leon giggled, his hands going behind your back, and giving you a gentle massage. That son of a bitch of a blondie fox was offering you sex to keep his secret?
SYNOPSIS: "In a room full of people, I look for you. Would you avoid me? Or would you look for me too?"
PAIRING: Implied Fem¡Reader x Dom¡Re4¡Leon
WORD COUNT : 2.2k
WARNINGS: SMUT, a little bit angst. Use of foul words.
NOTES : Omgggg, I'm sorry happy to be back! Thanks to Sombr, that wrote the song "12 to 12", that got me inspired to write this, so, go listen to the song, please! And sorry for all the disappearance for almost one year, guys, I just wasn't liking everything I wrote. But this one, I think it's good. Hope you guys like (ㆁωㆁ)
There was no space for voices there. The mixture of people laughing together, the music blasting all over the room and on the abyss, it was possible to hear some indecipherable voices mumbling to each other. It was rageous. You didn't even know why you agreed to be there. Obviously, your friends bothered you to do so, but you were just not in the mood. Some days have been like this since the event. You would still remember clearly, your young boyfriend was approved on his dream job, you two cheered together like there was no tomorrow, and what you didn't know was that there really wasn't no tomorrow.
Leon Scott Kennedy. Your now ex boyfriend. He told you he would have to stay in a place called “Racoon City”, he would work for the Police Department. But you shouldn't worry, he would call you every day, send you letters and come by on his days off. But this was a lie. Your heart could even beat like the old days, the last time he did, you kissed his lips ever so tenderly, remained on his slender arms, his chest right next to yours as this was the last time you felt so connected to someone. Leon knew that, he felt it. His limbs would hold yours, shaking. It was not a romantic scene from a romantic film, it was deep, leaving both without words. You thought that getting intimate with someone was hard, until you had to dump everything you built in your brain in seconds that never filled your necessity. He never returned. Never called. Never sent letters. At the first weeks, you just thought he was full of work to do. But Leon wasn't like this, he would always find time for you, even on the busiest days.
The seconds turned into minutes, that turned into hours…and soon, days passed by, weeks, months…and years. He never followed his promise, and only one thing would fill your brain “he found someone better there.” You were traded, and this was your truth. Your friends hated Leon from how he made you feel. You would cry days non stop, he never treated you with indifference. That leads you into days thinking what you did wrong to let him slip from your fingers.
And at this moment, your brain might be tricking yourself. At this filthy party you were dragged, you saw him. And that could not be possible, your ex boyfriend that left you without motives? No, he wouldn't be such an asshole to come back to town. Plus, he didn't even look like your boyfriend. He had strong, much larger biceps that he could headlock anyone here without effort. He looked taller, and didn't have that look on his face that he had. The large blue iris, the eyebrows always up and the expression curved down like he was yearning all the time. He had very different, darker and distant eyes, he looked down at everyone like he ruled the world how he wanted, his eyebrows were more filled and made him look intimidating. Leon Scott Kennedy could never have that appearance. Not the sweet boy you knew. But he resembled him on something, something you couldn't decipher or reach for.
Your body was full of different drinks, you did not care about how the other day would be, and since you were there and couldn't leave, you had to be tipsy to face the night on. The vision was already blurred, you were hanging on your friends and laughing like your mind wasn't running all the time. Of course, you weren't that drunk you couldn't remember tomorrow, but you were a bit more adventurous. Maybe that's why you encounter yourself exchanging looks with that stranger that recalls your worst romantic times. His shadowy blue eyes couldn't leave yours, he was piercing his eyes through you like he has pity, like he could see your soul and gather everything you felt years ago. This war lasted long, you were gulping down and feeling your throat dry, maybe he was a demon engulfing your youth to him, and you prayed he wasn't, because that devil was walking to you. Him, who wore just a white tank top, a black leather jacket and some black cargo pants with powerful boots that you swear you heard every, single, step until he's there, in front of you. You had to incline your head up, trying to maintain the hot girl pose. The cup in your hand was not so stable anymore, but the fight of looks continued. How weird that feeling was, almost like this room of people disappeared, and there were only you two. No more sounds, no more voices, no more music. Only the silence between two strangers. In a room full of people, your eyes were caught by only one. One hellish handsome stranger. He leaned closer, not even preoccupied with self space, you felt his mint breath very close to your ear before his voice invaded your mind.
—”Are you thinking the same as me? That this party is way too boring?” — His voice echoed, it was deep, confident and seductive as you imagined. You giggled, sipping on your drink as you approached your straw to your lips.
—”Come on, we could go to a funny place.”
You were not crazy. Leaving with a total stranger? Not even drunk. You were terrified of getting drugged and used protection on your cup, you wouldn't do something so idiot.
—”I don't even know you.” — You lifted a bit your eyes, meeting a gentle smile form on his face. That damn man could get hotter in a second, and you never got drawn in by a man like this in ages. You were enjoying yourself.
—”Smart. But I should be alert too, you know? There's a lot of female serial killers around the world.” — He joked, making you roll your eyes while hiding a grin. In that whole time at that party, this was the time you felt more light.
—”I can prove I'm not a serial killer. Could you prove you're not?”
—”And how do you prove something like that?”
—”Your question is very weird. You just lost some points, and now I may think you're a killer.”
The blond man tilted his head to the side, laughing a bit more before getting the attention back at you.
—”Okay, now let's be serious. I'm not a serial killer and you, don't have the appearance of one.”
—”Oh really? But the appearance doesn't influence anything, I could be a killer.”
—”No, you couldn't. Believe me, I saw killers before and that cute face of yours couldn't stab me even if you wanted.” — He risked, lifting his hands and touching your cheek gently. His hands were delicate, only a bit calloused from a man so manly like he is. He seemed like a very vain one.
—”Adrenaline gives strength, who knows, I could attack you any time with it.”
—”I could certainly keep you calm.”
—”Okay mister strong, I understand.” — You both laughed together, the moment felt incredible. And finally, there's another man on your mind that isn't your ex. Feeling some more temptation, your arms curled him, just around his neck to keep him in place, you held your cup behind his back. And without batting an eyelid, his strong hands held your waist with tenure, and you felt a single goosebump pierce your whole body. You felt fragile, but at the same time, you felt secure, with him.
—”Care to tell me your name, lady?”
As you said your name, he nodded, giving you a gentle squeeze on your skin that gave you a warm feeling inside.
—”And what's yours, mister?”
—”A killer wouldn't say his name, would he?” — You rolled your eyes again, looking forward to seeing his playful expression. He made you giggle a lot, you always liked a funny man.
And maybe that's why you find yourself in the nastiest situation. It's been a long time since you were intimate with someone, and yes, it involved sex. And you didn't even notice when the giggles turned into whimpers. His calloused hands in your mouth trying to get you to do lower sounds. That stranger and you, locked in a bathroom of someone who is also a stranger to you. The sequence of facts were blurred, but the feelings could never be forgotten. The blond planted you in front of the mirror above the sink, holding your body in place while his hand explored your body with some distress you never saw. Your ex boyfriend was young, you two learned together how to have sex, and he knew how to pleasure you after some training. But this stranger was something more. You were rolling your eyes again, but not for the same motive as before.
—”You like this, don't you?” — He whispered in your ear, the hot breath making you tingle and shake on his arms. He clearly was having fun with your reaction. —”Can I?”
His free hand was playing with the waistband of your lingerie. You couldn't even answer properly with him muffling your mouth, but you nodded fervently. That was the only thing he needed. The blond rolled your underwear down your thighs, making it slow to see you suffer.
—”Using only underwear under this slutty skirt, who would have thought, huh.” — The man was talking to himself, you were not even fully focused on his words.
He was quick into playing with your pussy. His fingers making all the way up to start it with a bizarre mastery, he did circular movements as you started to feel your body give in to him. He had no effort into finding your clit and making it part of the play. One finger was stimulating your clit, while the other was inserted slowly. You wanted to scream in pleasure, but he kissed your neck like everything was only starting now. His movements were always accurate to make you weak, and you never felt that way, and didn't even do that in years.
After years without your boyfriend, this man was showing you how you didn't need him in your life anymore. And you could get used to that.
The man made sure to make you see stars before finally having his own pleasure. He used the condom and teased your entrance with his dick. Which you had to assume…it was big. The feeling of him inside you made you melt, you were completely his on that moment, and you felt like made perfectly for him, like you felt with Leon before. He fit perfectly inside, doing some slow thrusts before starting to pick up pace. You dared to open your eyes for a moment, and the view from the mirror was an absolute piece of art. His slim body was nude, showing everything that he was gifted from God. His muscles would contract in every thrust and you could swear he was an angel now. His eyes were focused on the mirror and found yours, he smiled like he knew he was the best in this. The man couldn't see your whole body in that tank top you were wearing. So he gently pulled the strips down with your bra, exposing your tits to himself. You got red in the face, looking away to now see yourself. Which he couldn't accept, he held your head forward, wanting you to appreciate yourself just as he was doing now. His other hand lifted to stimulate your buds, he teased them, pulled without hurting, pinched and moved soothingly.
—”Did I turned better to you, my love? Huh? Did you ever forgot me?”
He mumbled to himself, you didn't even answer. And he was visibly frustrated with that. But he kept his thrusts inside you, now he was grunting behind you and his face would get closer to kiss your lips like a needy man. He couldn't get away from you when you two got inside that bathroom, it was like you two had a magnet.
—”I looked for you, I swear I did. I still love you. Please remember me tomorrow, babe.”
His voice sounded vulnerable, like he was about to cry, his face was hidden into your neck as you two reached your climax together. His dick reached spots you never could with your fingers, and you ever anesthetized with his love and the drinks. Both of you stayed together, breathing heavily while recomposing from the sex you would never forget.
You didn't remember how you got home, with changed clothes and all. But you were on your bed, safe and sound. As the sun rays interrupted your sleep, you were forced to get up and look around, everything was tied up, and you didn't leave it like that. By your side, there was the stranger, peacefully reading some kind of letter on your bed.
—”Good morning, luv.”
—”How did you…know where I live?”
—”I think we should recall the night.” — He closed the letter, one that you remember as being one of several from your ex boyfriend. You didn't know how he found that, it was a secret between you and him. —”I didn't say my name, right? I'm Leon Scott Kennedy, darling. Please say you remember me.”
SYNOPSIS: Spending the Christmas with your loved attentive boyfriend were everything you wanted.
PAIRING: Reader x Re2¡Leon
WORD COUNT: 608
WARNINGS: Just a bit suggestive.
NOTES: Happy Christmas in advance to all of you! Imagine having a boyfriend like Leon on Christmas? That's what made me write that down🫶🏻
Christmas. The ever so waited date that everyone hopes to enjoy with their families. And it isn't different for Leon. Ever since he was little, he cherished Christmas as the most awaited party in the year. Receiving gifts, leaving cookies and milk for Santa, and the enormous quantity of traditions to pass with the loved relatives.
Everything changed when he met you. The awaited date became something he would shiver to spend with you. If he already liked Christmas, now having a pretty partner made everything way better. Your guys recently completed one year of relationship, a very special moment and so close to 25th December, what a miracle!
The cute rookie Leon would be very prestative to grant you a moment you won't ever forget. As soon as you heard the click as you unlocked the door, you were surprised by a vision that had you giggling. Leon was on top of a big ladder, planting some decorations all over your shared apartment, it had all kinds, shapes and colors. He had ornaments, lights, garlands and obviously, there was a mistletoe at your door frame. Your little chuckle didn't go unnoticed by your loving boyfriend, who turned his head down to gaze at you.
—”You’re home early!” — He jumped off the ladder, not minding if he could fall in the process. Leaving the decorations box on the sofa, Leon spent no more time and ran to your arms. His arms got all around you like a trap, keeping you closer.
—”Darling! I'm covered in snowflakes, it will cover you too.”
—”I don't care. I'm so happy you're home already.”
Leon's voice was muffled by your big sweater. You couldn't contain another laughter, he looked like a child that was waiting for the moment of opening gifts. Clearly, your arms embraced him back, feeling that warm hug comforting your mood.
—”You decorated everything, it's so pretty…” — You whispered, leaning back to cup both of his cheeks and watch his expression change to proud. Kissing the tip of his nose, you were truly happy about having such a thoughtful boyfriend around.
—”Thank you, Leon. You're so perfect.”
It's his time to giggle, hiding his red cheeks from you into your neck, but you knew he was blushing even before he did so. Your fingers find their way until his hair is tugged into them, giving him a long awaited caress. You could hear him sighing against your bare skin, it was like all the weight was being loosened as he was here, into your arms.
—”I prepared you a gift.”
—”Only after midnight, remember?”
—”But this gift can't wait.” — His voice reverberated at your own neck, feeling as his tone changed quickly to light into deep. You felt all of your body hair getting stiff at once. As Leon gave you a bit of space, he pointed up, right at the mistletoe. Your eyes followed his finger, looking at the item you already noticed before.
Before you could say anything, a pair of hands were moving down until it held your waist perfectly. Leon moves your body until you're facing him properly.
—”Care to grant me the biggest gift I ever had? Yourself? All for me? Tonight?”
His stopped words made you chuckle, gazing at his eyes non stop. Those blue orbs were almost suffocating you. And you always loved them for that. At bad moments, all you needed was to look into his eyes and forget everything, get into that ocean of blue and dive deep down.
—”Tonight and always, silly.”
—”Looks like I've been a very good boy, Santa's been presenting me for all the year, huh?”
SYNOPSIS: Simon Riley hates going to the clinic. Especially when you're the nurse.
PAIRING: Nurse¡Reader x Simon Riley.
WORD COUNT: 995.
WARNINGS: (not proofread!)
NOTES: I just wanted to write for Simon SO BAD. I can bring more of these two, if you guys like it, of course🫶🏻
Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley isn't a big fan of going to the doctor. Not even the pharmacy. Especially the pharmacy. Because he knows he will find someone even more annoying there. The newbie nurse was a rock in his shoes from the beginning.
As for you, the recent BOLC (Officer Basic Leadership Course) formed as a nurse, you were thrilled. After weeks of training hard to be a military nurse, you're finally where you wished to be. As you got approved for working into the Meadowview Medical Clinic, you were quickly brought to a meeting, clarifying that not every soldier is as the others. This one, a lieutenant to be more clear. You were marveling about it. A lieutenant that never shows his face, asks for privacy at the top of all.
—”He asks for no photos of his face, not many people in the room as he's in. And, oh, of course. The lieutenant requires a private room for attendance.” — Your boss was explaining anything as some interrogation kept running through your mind. You couldn't understand properly. But you agreed with anything, you even had to sign a privacy contract, seems like he takes it very seriously.
It took weeks for you to see him actually. Your boss told you the lieutenant didn't like coming into the hospital. You thought the man could have some trauma. Or, to make him a bit less scary, you thought he was only scared of needles, since that's totally normal amongst adults. But it was funny imagining a buff soldier scared of it. And you knew he was buff. You were looking at his military personnel file, he seemed to have quite the experience in the position, by the long time he's serving the country. It said on the paper, that he was 1.93 meters, he was actually more tall than what you thought. There were some notes especially for those in pharmacy counseling reference, which includes you.
“Enjoys tattoo art + animals.”
You were clicking your tongue on the top of your mouth. That was unexpected. So, he might have these both things.
“Drink of choice —› Earl Grey.”
As you know, it was a british tea with black tea on the base and some bergamot orange oil. A weird choice of drink, but maybe he had a motive behind it.
“Assess for animal support program.”
You tilted your head to the side. Seems like your deduction was correct. You started to wonder what kind of animal one lieutenant would have. Maybe a scary animal like a snake? Or a defenseless fat cat? That would be funny.
In seconds, you were on your desk, flipping the papers of his file, the delicacy in your touch not so needed, but was there. In seconds after, a knock took your concentration. You immediately dropped everything and got up, clearing your throat and adjusting your stance as you opened the door. There was a man. Or, THE man, his size taking almost all the door frame. The man in front of you was enormous, you weren't small yourself, you were quite taller too, but you had no chance against him. He was staring at you. Hiis almost black, almond eyes, painted in face paint, were full of some weird emotion. That got your stomach wobbly, you didn't know what to expect of him. Your boss was right beside him, smiling at you in a very unnatural way.
—”This is the lieutenant. He seems to be having a fracture on the nose. Could you please take the general infos for me before he goes to my room? I'm a bit busy.” — You nodded almost immediately, giving space for the big one to go inside. That was weird, your boss were so busy and yet, took time to brought him to your room?
He walks in, without a single word. He sat on the litter, his hands resting in the middle of his legs as he pressed his foot to the floor. You waited as your boss turned his back at you two, and closed the door, clearing your throat once again before coming closer to the lieutenant. From your coat, you took your tongue depressor.
—”Can you…take off your mask? I need to see it for the procedure.”
And he just shook his head, telling you he won't do it with his expression. His mask would only allow you to see his eyes.
—”Wait a minute, sir. You possibly broke your nose. If you can't take out your mask, I can't assess your situation.” — Your lips glued together, showing how that situation was nothing more than awkward. You couldn't understand a soldier that didn't take off his mask.
—”No way.”
The man had a strong British accent, you didn't heard him talking until now. But it was clear even with only two words.
—”Sir, please. I need you to cooperate. After all, why don't you take it off? Scared you're ugly?”
The words rolled off your tongue, your free hand coming to your mouth to try and take it back. Simon took a second. A few seconds. Gulped down some emotion you couldn't decipher and blinked at you. You were used to making jokes with the other patients. But they were a different case. They were not lieutenant Simon Riley.
—”Ya know, yer’ not the first one to tell me that. Try being more original next time.”
You didn't know what he meant with that. If he was trying to be sarcastic, he didn't show. His face sat still like a rock, that was to the bare minimum…weird. Maybe he wasn't good with emotions. Or he was just mad at you. Either way, the man in front of you took off his mask, holding it on his side very close. He was not what you expected. His face was not ugly at all. And seeing your face surprised, he gave you a smug smile. Seems like the lieutenant enjoys surprising people.
The cute barista keeps messing up your name, so you gotta teach him up.
You didn't know how to stop. It all started with a simple coffee after a long and tiring day of work. And suddenly, you're going to the cafeteria every. single. day. In fact, your motive was one at the beginning, but right now, it was another. The bell sounded again, that sound is now ignored by your brain every time you enter that glass door with the paper “open” sign. There was no wait, no time for reaction, and Leon is already turning to where you're turned, his eyes going slightly different from seeing you. You knew his name. Besides being written on his badge, he was happy to tell you again when you two met. The complete opposite for you, that already told Leon your name a few…times.
The first time he asked was casual, only to write on your order cup. And he got it wrong. You actually frowned when you saw your cup, with your name spelled wrong. But how could you correct him at this point? He was calling you wrong each time he saw you, it was clearly…embarrassing to say it now.
—”You're here, it's nice to see you another day.” — His lips pursed slightly up, that colgate smile appearing again like he's Superman or some superhero to smile so beautifully. You ducked your head down, giving him a nod while walking to his counter.
—”It's weird if I always order the same as always?”
—”Of course not, I was actually waiting for that. You're the only one who asks for the pumpkin latte.”
Your eyes went wide. How couldn't people like that marvelous and heavenly drink?? Your reaction certainly was funny to Leon, because he giggled at it.
But you had to correct him. Tell him your real name if you want to take a step ahead of your friendship. And nothing better but to teach him in some private way.
—”That's…not my name.” — Leon's eyes almost bugged out his eyeballs. He stared at you like you just insulted him. But his cheeks turning crimson told you he was feeling guilty for that.
—”Tell me. I need to know your name properly. And so sorry…f-for saying it wrong all this time.”
You smiled, your hands pursuing his cheeks and cupping it until he was melting into your touch. His blue eyes were almost lurking for you. And when you said your name, he was…amazed. He tasted it like a mantra, like a pray in his tongue, like you were everything he was missing all his life.
—”Please…please punish me for messing everything up.” — It's your time to get surprised. You didn't expect the cute barista to be so whiny.
—”Then say my name, say it properly now that you know it.”
Your other hand was already in his dick, holding it so gently he couldn't feel your touch the way he longed for. Leon moved his hips forward, begging with actions for more of your hands around him. But you didn't, not until he said your name so gracefully.
—”That's better, now be a good boy and I'll give you what you want, alright?”
—”Of course! Everything for you. I wanted this for so long, y-you can't even imagine.” — His head fell into your shoulders, he was weak, his body was in the temperature as someone with a fever. In fact, maybe he has a fever right now.
You couldn't imagine. No. You couldn't imagine that big round eyes were practically begging for you after so many visits at the cafeteria. You couldn't imagine the cute barista was so needy. But at least, he won't mess up your name in your next orders.
