My unintentional X/Twitter Magnum Opus. Never received so many likes for something in my life! I called it 'The Journey' as I wanted to paint his growth and struggles through his eyes. Eyes always tell a story.
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The morning sun was just beginning to peek over the pine trees, casting a warm golden glow across the quiet, mossy lake.
Leon leaned back against interior of the metal boat, a green sunhat casting a shadow over his face. Decades of running for his life and fighting for his life finally behind him. The dangerous missions were now replaced by quiet slow morning, and if he was lucky...a decent catch.
He cast his line out into the water with an effortless, practiced flick of his wrist. You sat across from him, adjusting your life jacket and staring dubiously at your own fishing rod.
Truth be told, you weren't into fishing at all. The early wake up call, the constant bugs circling you, and the looming threat of having to touch a slimy worm wasnt your idea of a nice morning. But seeing Leon so relaxed, completely detached from almost everything made every second worth it.
"Y'know, for someone who had to fight for his life against a giant fish, you seem pretty relaxed sitting over five feet of water," you teased, carefully avoiding touching the bucket of bait.
Leon chuckled a little, a comforting sound. "Difference is, this one isn't trying to eat the boat...or me. Thats a massive upgrade in my book." he replied, he paused looking at the way you held your rod like it might bite you.
"Still not convinced this is better than sleeping in, huh?"
"Im here for the moral support and the scenery," you admitted with a laugh. "The actual fishing part? Not so much." you replied.
"Fair point," he smiled, settling back into his seat.
For a while, the only sound was the small waves of the water and the chirping of early morning birds.
Leon seemed completely at peace, the faint silver catching in his hair from the sun. Suddenly, your fishing rod jerked sharply towards the water, the reel zipping as something dragged the line down.
"Woah! Wait, what do I do!?" you panicked, sitting up straight and gripping the handle tightly in a panic.
āLeon immediately shifted to your side, dropping his own rod to put his hand on your shoulder and his other hand resting over yours to help steady your grip.
"Take it easy. Don't yank it, just keep the tension steady and reel it in slowly."
ā"It feels heavy!"
ā"You've got this," he said softly, his calm voice cutting right through your hesitation. "Just keep steady."
āFollowing his advice, you reeled in the line bit by bit until a lively, decent sized bass broke the surface, splashing water all over both of you.
āLeon reached down with a grin, expertly lifting the fish out of the water, unhooking it with quick, careful hands so you wouldn't have to touch it, and holding it up for you to admire.
ā"Look at that, first catch of the day goes to the person who didn't even want to be here," he said, looking at you with genuine pride in his eyes. "Not bad at all."
āYou laughed, wiping a splash of lake water from your cheek. "It wasnt all me, I had a pretty good assistant."
ā"Assistant?" Leon raised an eyebrow playfully, gently slipping the fish back into the cool water and watching it dart away.
āLeon leaned back, resting his arms over the side of the boat, the sunlight catching the warm smile he saved only for you. "Warm cup of coffee when we get back to the house. Deal?"
š thinking about waking up next to re9!Leon whoās a little needy į°.į 18+ itās gets a little slutty at the end my bad
The bedroom is cool, quiet, save for your soft breaths and the faint chittering of birds outsideā itās peaceful, and Leon, being the first to wake as always, lies there to simply bask in it. Heās pressed right up behind you, one arm tucked under your pillow and the other draped around your waist, his hand tucked under your sleep-shirt because this man lives for skin-on-skin contact.
Heās so in-tune with your body, he could feel you start to wake even before those eyes of yours begin to flutter open, and he takes that as an invitation to snuggle in closer, pressing a smiley-kiss to your shoulder as you begin to stir.
āThere she isā¦ sleeping beauty,ā He hums affectionately from behind you, his voice all rough with sleep, chest rumbling against your back, dragging you to the land of the living.
āMfmā¦ sātoo early,ā your sleepy murmur gets a chuckle from him, the sound muffled into your skin.
āItās almost twelve pm, baby.ā
You whine in disagreement, āBut itās a Sunday and weāve got nothing to do.ā
He shushes you, hand slides from under your shirt to caress the curve of your hip soothingly as his mouth moves across your shoulder carefully in feather-light pecks.
āMānot saying you gotta get up yet, baby. Come on, turn around, let me see you.ā
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you shuffle, turning around to look up at himā all sleep soft and warm, the early-afternoon sun catching in your eyes. He reaches his hand out, his fingertips grazing across your face, pushing your tussled hair back so he can get a good, long look at you, and he smiles, rare and private, only for your eyes.
āMorning, gorgeous,ā he whispers quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You hum, curling your arms around his broad shoulders to keep him close as he peppers open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your jaw, his nose bumping against your cheek. āGood morning, handsome,ā you reply lazily, his stubble tickling your soft skin, purposely rubbing the rough hairs against the side of your face just to hear you laugh.
āThought you were gonna go to the gym today?ā you ask almost teasingly, slipping your fingers through his hair.
He groans into your neck at the reminder, his body melting in your arms, seeking your warmth out like a sunbathing cat, āThat was the plan, yeahā¦ then I woke up, and you were all soft and warm, clinging to me ndāI couldnāt leave you like that.ā
Itās almost the exact same excuse he had used yesterday, but you werenāt going to complain, not when heās all over you and pinning you against the soft mattress, bare-chested and spoiling you with kisses.
āUnless you want me to leave, hmm?ā scared Iāll let myself go, baby?ā He chuckles, running his knuckles along your cheek as your hands run down his chest, fingers catching the coarse hairs that pepper his skin.
āYouāre ridiculous. Obviously, I want you here.ā You murmur, tilting your head to kiss him properly, deeply, his lips slotting against yours perfectly.
āOh, obviously, is it? ā he echoes smugly, grinning against your mouth as he pushes your shirt up to your collarbones, āThis is better than lifting weights anyway,ā he murmurs, kissing down your neck and over the swell of your breastsā your breath catching at the feeling.
āWell, thatās not much of a competition.ā
Your fingers run through his hair and he makes a low gravelly noise, leaning into your hands. āYouāre right, itās not even closeā god youāre so fucking warm.ā He sighs, looking up at you through his lashes with a faint grin, blue eyes glintingāhe was definitely scheming.
āGonna let me love on you a little before we get up, yeah?ā He smiles against your sternum, his voice all tender yet rough with want because god you look and feel amazing like this. āMake you come on my tongue first, then fuck you, nice and slowā make breakfast after?ā
āMm, Jesusā¦ Leonā¦ā his name falls from your lips, broken and whiny, desperate, and he coos in response, a hushed āI know babyā before capturing your nipple into his wet mouthā his tongue flicking over the hardened peak as his hand cups your other boob.
He shifts against you, slotting himself snug between your legs. You wrap your thighs around him, a whimper catching in your throat when he grinds his hard-on against your clothed pussy, arching into him for more, wetness already collecting in your panties.
āIāll handle itā¦ you just relax fāme, baby.ā He promises, kissing his way down your tummy whilst his fingers pinch at your nipplesā his free hand tugging your panties down.
Lazy Sundays were the closest thing to heaven.
ąŖāā“ Resident Evil Masterlist ąŖāā“ General Masterlist
Synopsis: Leon is tired of your growing collection of smut books and feels that he can do better.
A/N: Iām was imagining RE2/RE2R Leon but it can be any era
Leon was in another one of his whiney moods in which he complained more than usual about what was really bothering him.Ā Normally it would be something work related if he had to go into the office or the neighbors letting their yapping beanie baby of a dog outside and letting it bark for twenty minutes straight at five in the morning.Ā But today was different, today Leonās biggest gripe was your growing collection of smut books.Ā Somehow or other he managed to convince himself that you were replacing him with some gorgeous fictional character whose greatest achievement in life was getting his generically plain, introverted, overworked neighbor to agree to hop in the sack with him.
He walked into the spare bedroom that you had turned into a small library and found you with your back resting on one arm of a wing-backed chair situated near one of two windows and your legs hanging over the side of the other arm.Ā And of course your nose was firmly stuck between the pages of another smutty novel.
āWhy do you keep buying those trashy books, babe?ā Leonās whine could be heard round the world if he put in any more effort.
āBaby, Iām not replacing you with Fabio or the modern equivalent.Ā If anything Iām researching things we can try after you get home from a mission.Ā Iām not saying we have a boring sex life but every once in a while I want to try something different.Ā And if one or both of us donāt like it then my curiosity has been satisfied and we move on.Ā Besides, youāre much more than a handsome face.ā
āUh huh, is that why youāve bought fourteen new books in the last week alone?Ā You really expect me to believe that youāre just researching gym rats that ride crotch rockets and wear masks?ā He raised his brow, pointing to the stack of books that sat on the bookshelves waiting to be put away.
āWell, whenās the last time we role played, hm?Ā When was the last time you decided to throw caution to the wind and we did something, I donāt know, exciting that might get us caught?ā
āUh, never and never.ā He deadpanned, confused about where your thoughts were going.
āExactly!ā You folded your book closed and sat up straight in the chair.Ā āIām not complaining about your skills in the bedroom, you wear me out every time, itās that Iām a little bored of vanilla.Ā We donāt have to join the mile high club but when we go on vacation and weāre both tipsy in the elevator trying to get back to our room, I sometimes wish you would manhandle me a little bit.Ā Push me into the wall, grab my face and kiss me, hook one of my legs around your hip and force a couple of fingers inside me.Ā I swear Iām practically dripping onto the floor Iām that wet.Ā Leon, I want more but thereās no sense in me asking because I know youāll only say no.ā
āSo you think these books can give you more excitement than I can?ā
āYes, these books provide me with enough fantasy fuel for the spank bank that I can get it out of my system while youāre away.ā
Leon stepped further into the room crouching down in front of you, his expression unreadable.Ā āTell me then, whatās your favorite fantasy?ā
You took your time thinking about it, you had read so many books but the common theme among all of them was bondage.Ā But the more thought you put into it the more you craved something that would rob you of nearly all your senses; you drew the line though if a gag came into play or if your nose got covered up in some way.Ā Claustrophobia was a bitch and you were looking for fun not a heart attack.
āItās dumb, you would never agree so thereās no point in discussing it.ā
Pushing yourself out of the chair you skirted around Leon and the question further stating that you needed to start getting dinner ready.Ā You slid the bookmark between the pages and tossed the book in the chair, scratching Leonās scalp as you left the room.
Leonās mini bitch-fest drew to an end as his attention turned to the book sitting in your chair.Ā He knew better from prior run-ins not to lose your place but that didnāt mean he couldnāt take a peek at the page you were on or any of the pages in between to see if he could figure things out for himself.Ā Picking the book up he stood turning it over to read the back cover which contained a brief summary and a couple of glowing five star reviews.Ā Though he was certain these people were all paid to say a bunch of nice words to boost sales.
āHe mounted her, parting her legs, giving the white inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand, he thrust his sex into her.āĀ Leon quirked an eyebrow, his face screwing in confusion, āhe lifted her chin, kissed her throat, and drawing his organ out of her tight sex, heard her moan beneath him.ā[1]
Immediately he slammed the book shut, rolling his eyes and tossing it back on the chair.Ā If your fantasies included him waking you up with a good morning, beautiful fuck he could certainly oblige.Ā But the voice inside his head continued to nag at him and since you were busy working on dinner he decided to browse through your other books to see if he could figure out what was so appealing.Ā Leon closed the distance between himself and your beloved shelves wondering just how much money you had spent to build out your collection, if he had to guess it wasnāt nearly enough to compete with his collection of guns and ammo safely locked up in the basement.
His fingers kissed the spines of the books pausing on one that caught his attention; again he knew from prior experience how much these books meant to you and how possessive you were if even one was misplaced.Ā Leon took note of where it lived on the shelf before pulling it free.Ā As before he read the back cover, shaking his head except now he questioned why he was getting upset in the first place.Ā It was just words on a page, why should he care so much if you got lost in a fantasy?Ā If the first book taught him anything it was that he was being nothing short of ridiculous in thinking that you were trying to replace him.
āAs Damon pressed his mouth hungrily to her warm nether lips, the maidās outcry gratified him.Ā So responsive she was!Ā So damned silky and wet and ready for bigger things ā and his was growing despite the way his pants cramped it.Ā He ran his tongue around the rim of her, nuzzling her soft curls with his nose.ā[2]
Very quickly Leon put the book back on the shelf where he found it, his head shaking in disbelief at the images being conjured up in his mind.Ā He enjoyed eating you out but heās never heard it put quite that way before.Ā But he still couldnāt understand why you had so many nor could he figure out what was so damn appealing.Ā The only thing he could really gather was that maybe he should fuck you more often in the mornings and that maybe you wanted him to put that smart mouth of his to better use.Ā Leon glanced down at his watch figuring he had time for one more before dinner was ready.
But the longer Leon stared at the titles the more things began to make a little more sense.Ā With titles like Unravel Me, Control, Conquest and Sweet Restraint he could take a pretty good guess at what some of your unspoken fantasies were, the lightbulb flashed above his head when it finally struck him about why you didnāt want to say it out loud.
You wanted to be retrained, you wanted that feeling of being helpless, craved something more wild and untamed.Ā Something more than vanilla.
The fact that you cared enough about him to consider his trauma, his primal instinct to protect you at all costs and place that above your own desires made him feel incredibly guilty.
āBabe, dinnerās ready.ā
Leon was snapped out of his trance when your voice called him, glancing over his shoulder he found you in the doorway with your poking past the opening and your hand resting on the door frame.Ā His lips tightened into a thin line as he acknowledged your presence; the moment you disappeared he dropped his chin to his chest wondering what he could do to somehow make things better.Ā He couldnāt stop you from buying books or conjuring up fantasies to help you escape the loneliness you felt when he was gone but he knew he had to come up with something.
Dinner was normal, you carried on as if your minor tiff never occurred and by the time you were climbing into bed it was a distant memory.Ā But for Leon it lingered, actually it festered to the point that he decided he was either going to write his own story, one that was so fucking sexy youād get rid of every last trashy book you owned or heād somehow tease from you every fantasy you had and do his best to make it a reality no matter how uncomfortable it made him.
Though given his past the first option seemed more doable.Ā Afterall it was nothing more than words on a page, how hard could it be?
āWhat are you doing?āĀ Leon crawled into bed beside you, resting his chin on your shoulder while the glow of the blue light on your phone illuminated your face.
āNothing, bit of light reading before bed.ā
āDonāt you ever get tired of reading?ā The whine from earlier began to creep back into his voice.
āNope, it stimulates me when youāre not.Ā Besides Iām almost done, I just want to read this last part.ā
āHmm, so what Iām hearing is that you want me to do more to shut your brain off, huh?Ā Like a computer, you need to be shut down for the night and restarted in the morning?ā
You laughed loudly at that one, to his credit Leon was right ā your brain needed to be shut down and restarted.Ā Probably more often than you even cared to admit.
āSo what are you reading this time?Ā More smut?ā he mused once your laughter had quieted down.
āYeah, so you know how much I love that one zombie series that Iāve never missed an episode of?Ā The one where the first place they think is safe gets āsanitizedā by setting the air on fire and then they wander around for a bit and end up on a farm.Ā One of the main protagonists rides a motorcycle-ā
āOh, you mean the guy you tried to get me to dress up as for Halloween that one year?Ā What about it?ā
āWell, Iāve kinda been reading some fan fiction that people have written and some of it is actually better than the books I haveā¦ā
Warm breath hit the side of your neck as you finished reading the last sentence of the story, you could feel the tension slither into the room and creep into bed only to make itself right at home in between the two of you.Ā Setting your phone down on the nightstand you turned your full attention to Leon noting the tired look on his face.Ā He was trying his hardest not to say anything, his lips disappearing as he fought against himself.
āLeon, baby, theyāre just stories.Ā None of it is real.Ā If it makes you that uncomfortable Iāll get rid of all of the books, Iāll close the tab on my phone and youāre welcome to go through my history every day or every night to make sure I wasnāt reading anything you donāt like.ā
The fact that you were so willing to give up something that helped you escape the real world for a little while just so that heād be comfortable in his own home and his own bed spoke volumes.Ā But he couldnāt ask you to do such a thing; it would be a far cry from fair when you had already given up normalcy in exchange for the life or death uncertainties that came with being in a relationship with a government agent.
āNo,ā he sighed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, āitās fine; if it makes you happy then I can learn to live with it.Ā And before you even think about asking, yes Iām sure and no, Iām not going to secretly go behind your back and get rid of them out of jealousy.Ā Iād rather take my chances on a G-Virus infected rat than your attitude again over a missing book.ā
Leon could tell by the uncertainty in your face that you didnāt fully believe him but were willing to let it go for now.Ā However he shouldnāt be surprised if he came home one day to find that you had in fact kept your word to get rid of the books.
Several weeks had gone by since then and during that time you noticed a change in Leon.Ā At first you really didnāt think anything of it until you had received the credit card bill for the last month and noticed that it was significantly higher than the previous month and there was no hiding what the charges were for or who they were made to.Ā So when he got home from work that night you made sure to make it painfully obvious that you were mad.
āYeah, just like that, fuck me harder Daddy!Ā Fuck my little pussy!ā
You had the volume turned up on the television loud enough that you were certain the neighbors could hear the overly exaggerated moans of pleasure through the wide open windows.Ā Horror was painted on Leonās face as he rushed through the door scrambling to shut the porno off ā he could hear it from the driveway as soon as he shut the car off.
āBabe, what the hell?!ā
āDo you mind explaining why you spent a thousand dollars on pornos?ā You kept an even tone in your voice to disguise your anger.
Leonās eyes grew wide, he had gotten the notification that that particular bill would be arriving in the mail today and he was rushing home to get it out of the stack before you noticed it.Ā In all honesty he had no idea he had ran up the credit card that much.Ā His eyes shifted around the room in a panic trying to find an acceptable excuse because he didnāt want to ruin the surprise that heād been working so hard on for you.Ā It was the day after your argument over your smut books that Leon decided he was going to write the best piece of cliterature you had ever read, that the books on your shelves would be gathering dust inside of a week.Ā But he had never written anything in his life except reports and had no frame of reference to start from.Ā One porno led to another and soon he found himself neck deep in a rabbit hole of free internet porn but he was frustrated with the ads so he paid for premium access.Ā Leon definitely found inspiration in what he saw and he was confident that what he was writing would put those movies to shame.
Hell, he would even bet that those fan fiction writers would be asking him for advice.
āResearch?ā His shoulders jumped into his ears, uncertainty painted in his features.
āResearch, huh?āĀ You held the bill up and began reading the charges line by line, ātell me, what did your āresearchā reveal after watching Sperm Diet five times?Ā How about all of these Throat Fucks hm?Ā Leon, there are at least seven different Throat Fuck movies listed on here twice.Ā Look, if you want me to deep throat you all you have to do is ask.Ā You know this, right?ā
His ears burned red with embarrassment, his face scrunched and twisted uncomfortably, heād been caught but he couldnāt tell you why, at least not yet.Ā Groans of discomfort filtered through the gaps in his lips as he tried to form some kind of apology.Ā His body crumbling under the weight of having to hold back.
āBaby, I want to tell you, I really do but I canāt.Ā Iām working on something really special for you and I donāt want to ruin the surprise.Ā I swear Iām not cheating on you or anything like that; look Iāll sit down right now and get the bill paid off, in full, and I promise I wonāt buy any more movies, Iāll cancel the stupid subscription they made me buy.Ā Please, just trust me that nothing bad is happening.ā
Leon was practically groveling at your feet under the weight of your icy stare.Ā You yielded, handing him the bill, warning that it better be paid off by the due date.
A few days after that you started notice that Leon was coming to bed later and later, some nights heād be up well past midnight before you got out of bed to look for him.Ā Eventually you found him in the library sitting at the desk tucked under the window with his laptop open, the keys clicking furiously under his fingertips.Ā Even when he wrote his reports he never exhibited that much enthusiasm.Ā Many times you had to drag him away from the computer insisting that whatever he was working on could wait, that he needed sleep to function properly.Ā He would later give in after spending five minutes or so begging you to not look at what he was working on because it was a surprise.
Weeks had passed before Leon proudly announced that his surprise was finally ready.Ā He bounded through the house like a child on Christmas morning, his laptop open, beaming with excitement; he all but shoved the device into your face while you attempted to settle him down.Ā Leon followed you into the living room practically vibrating with giddiness as you got comfortable on the couch, his chin resting on your shoulder, arms wrapped contently around your waist.Ā After a few minor adjustments with the screen you scrolled up to the top of the document he had open and read the italicized title in the middle of the page:
Handcuffs and Lickers
Huh, so thatās what he has been working on.Ā You had to give him credit, it was an interesting title but then something struck you and your eyes widened at the horrifying thought.
āPlease tell me this isnāt some sort of weird monster porn fantasyā¦ā
āWhat do you mean?āĀ You could feel his face fall in distress, his voice squeaking a little as panic began to set in.
āUm, the lickers part.Ā Please tell me that itās not a reference to thoseā¦thingsā¦that you run into while youāre working.ā
His reared back in surprise clearly, and understandably, offended by such a question.Ā But you couldnāt help it; Leon had described in detail what those creatures had looked like, even done some rather crude illustrations to better get his point across and it was the first thought that crossed your mind.Ā Often times when you were reading your fan fiction stories the writers inserted parts of their daily lives to make the characters more relatable.Ā So you were really hoping that Leon was not referencing the B.OW. kind of lickers.
āGod no!Ā The fuck kind of person wants to be sexually assaulted by one of those things?!ā
āIām sorry, Leon I had to ask!Ā The internet is a strange place; you never know what people are into or what kind of porn theyāre watching.Ā Iām not going to shame someone for their kinks but some people are into weird shit.ā
āWell do you want me to change the title real quick or something?Ā I was originally gonna go with You Scream, I cream but the more I thought about the less sexy it sounded.Ā I wanted it to fit the theme of some of your books with the bondage stuff and whatnot.āĀ His voice squeaked ever higher the more distressed he became.
You breathed an audible sigh of relief at that revelation.Ā Perhaps the other title he picked out may have worked better but at least now you knew for certain this was not going to turn into some sci-fi experiment gone wrong filled with tongues several inches long and eight foot tall behemoths with obscenely long cocks.Ā You were well aware of what the mind was capable of producing after being exposed to adult films, internet porn and smut filled fan fiction as a teenager and you were certain that Leon likely stumbled upon some of these strange kinks and fetishes online while āresearching.ā
āNo, itās fine I just needed to make sure.āĀ You turned away from the screen to cradle his face, kissing him, reassuring him that everything was okay.
With the matter of the title cleared up you glanced down at the bottom of the screen noting that the document was about nine pages long and encompassed something close 5,000 or so words.Ā You were impressed that he so willingly sat down in front of a computer to write this all out considering that he wasnāt much of the creative arts type.
My first day as a cop did not go nearly as well as I had hoped, my girlfriend broke up with me and I got drunk.Ā I ended up being super fucking late and by the time I finally showed up my lieutenant was ready to hurl my ass right back out on the street.Ā But he didnāt.Ā Instead of getting to sit next to my mentor in a squad car and do ride alongs I was forced into servitude at a desk.Ā It couldāve been a lot worse; my desk couldāve been next to some slob of a sergeant who did nothing but bark orders.Ā Instead, I got to sit next to a goddess who didnāt take crap from anyone.Ā Even though my girlfriend just broke up with me last night this new lady cop already had me rock hard with her āno bullshitā attitude.
It was evident from the first paragraph that Leon was drawing from experience, changing and embellishing what really happened to him that night.Ā You couldnāt blame him though, for years he struggled with being stuck in the past hoping that the next time can be different.Ā And this story was his chance to make things different, to make different choices, to explore the endless possibilities of āwhat if.ā
I finally worked up the courage to ask Samantha, Sam for short, out after two months of failed attempts.Ā I learned that she normally worked the graveyard shift but agreed to work overtime completing paperwork and doing prisoner transport to the courthouse while me and a handful of other rookies got further training.
She showed up to our date looking smokinā hot.Ā I mean her dress barely kept her covered!Ā It was damn near painful watching her put a little extra sway in her step.Ā I was already hard to begin with and the way she was dressed, how she walked somehow got me even harder.Ā If I couldnāt calm down I was going to bust a load right there (and probably die of embarrassment because there is no way she would ever let me live that down.Ā Iād be the laughing stock of the whole station!)
Thank God dinner went okay!Ā She didnāt push my hand away when I placed it on her thigh, rather she scooted down in the passenger seat and allowed my hand to travel a bit higher.Ā The heat that radiated off her pussy nearly burned a hole in my skin.Ā I was almost certain her scent had bled out into my seats and it was driving me crazy that I couldnāt slam the car in park and bury my face between her legs.
Yeah, I know Iām a bit of a perv but I want her so damn bad!Ā Itās a fantasy thatās played out every night since I learned her name.
When we got back to her place I was surprised that she invited me in, I was already so nervous that I was sure she would never want to see me again.Ā Sam disappeared for a minute saying she needed to get something out of the bedroom and that gave me a chance to have a look around.Ā I didnāt get far before she called my name, asking for my help in the bedroom.
When I walked in she was naked, her handcuffs dangling off the end of her finger, still in her high heels and her juices glistening on her thighs.Ā Sam tossed her handcuffs at me and motioned for me to join her on the bed.Ā She grabbed hold of the rails on her headboard and demanded that I cuff her to the bed.Ā So I did, like a good rookie.Ā But I was getting harder by the second and needed some relief.Ā I rutted myself against her sex letting her slick heat smear across the front of my pants.Ā Fuck, I was so close to cumming but Sam stopped me.
āEat me Officer Sexy.ā She crooned.
Let me tell you, it was a dream come true!
Ripping my shirt off I scooted down the mattress, grabbed her legs and tossed them over my shoulders before diving into her heavenly box.Ā I lapped at her like she were ice cream and her clit was the cherry on top.Ā She arched her back, screaming for more but I wanted to savor her creamy taste.Ā Like an archaeologist looking for lost buried treasure my fingers searched for that elusive spot that would send her gushing.
Sam let me spend the night as long as I promised to keep eating her out like that and in the morning we fucked like rabbits on every available surface until I had to leave for work.Ā The guys must have noticed that I got laid because while we were in the locker room they pointed it out.Ā I wasnāt going to hide my activities with Sam.Ā It was then that Jacob spoke up asking if he could get in on the action too, he was curious to know what she tasted like also.
Leon tried.Ā He really, really, really tried and it finally made sense why he was consuming so much porn lately.Ā And you had to give him an A for effort but his style of writing felt more like a twelve year old virgin who knew nothing about sex except for what they saw or read.Ā The storytelling may have worked if his intention was to write and director a porno but you already knew that was not the case.Ā You almost wished that he had taken inspiration from your books and the fan fictions instead of the movies and bad acting.Ā Grammar and sentence structure aside you were doing your absolute best to not laugh and hurt his feelings.Ā Leon was so fucking excited and so proud to show you what he had written that you didnāt have the heart to rip it to shreds.Ā You closed the lid on the laptop when you were finished reading his story trying to keep a straight face as you needed a moment to compose yourself.
āSo, what do you think?Ā Pretty hot, huh?Ā Not to brag but I definitely think itās better than any of those books you have and miles better than any of those silly fan fictions that you read.ā
All you could imagine was Samanthaās pussy being licked like an ice cream cone with a cherry sitting on top and thrashing around violently on the bed while being restrained with her own handcuffs.Ā And especially now that you had finished reading the story you were compelled to try and convince Leon to change the title because his main character certainly creamed his pants after Samantha squirted in his face.Ā Even though none of those details were present you could make a safe assumption that it did happen.
āYeah, it is pretty hot.Ā Would you be mad if I asked to print it out and put it on the shelf next to the others?ā
You felt like a parent in that moment whose child just presented you with a brightly colored drawing of an oddly shaped blob that somehow represented a person and offered to stick it on the fridge for everyone to see.
āReally?ā his eyes brightened, his smile growing larger.Ā āYes!Ā Absolutely and you know what else?Ā Iām going to post it on that fan fiction website you like so much too!Ā That way if you donāt feel like reading it in the library you can read it on your phone.Ā And just so you know, weāre doing this later tonight: Iām handcuffing you to the bed and devouring you.ā
Leon scooped up the laptop and ran off towards the other room; seconds later you heard the familiar sound of the printer whirring to life.Ā Having his story in your personal collection was one thing, posting it online for the entire world to read was a whole other matter.Ā Hell, it didnāt even fit into the fandom that you were fixated on unless he changed the Iās to your favorite characterās name and fixed the tenses.Ā Even when that was completed it needed to be heavily edited so that it did not sound like a twelve year old virgin.
The internet was going to tear him apart.
But hey, at least you were getting a chance to indulge in your fantasies later on.
References:
[1] The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by A.N. Roquelaure aka Anne Rice
[2] The Pleasure of His Bed ā The Captainās Courtesan by Melissa MacNeal
you know. i really think Leonās favorite thing is also fingering.
MDNI/18+. NSFW.
Oh absolutely. It goes hand in hand with him being a munch but I also think it's a symbolic thing on his end.
Leon is a man who is constantly questioning his own humanity, wondering if he is just as rotten as the rest of the world he's trying so hard to save. He hates that he sees so much carnage and gore despite being desensitized to it. Deep down he loathes being part of this bigger system with limited control, always holding a weapon in his hand or his fingers clenching together in a fist as he throws a punch. He's a man-made machine despite not wanting to be, and he thinks his hands are only meant for destruction.
Except it's different when he gets to touch you when his fingers lightly graze your body and run lines over your back and thighs. It's so easy for him to just slip his fingers inside your waiting body, feeling your walls clench around his digits with every pump he gives you.
He can't help himself as he watches the way his fingers grow slick between your lower lips, eyeing the clear fluid that stains his skin with every push and pull. Leon would rest his head against one of your thighs and keep the other lifted onto his shoulder, never moving his gaze from your pussy. He groans to himself when your fingers come to tug at his hair, mumbling praises that count as words of affirmation under his breath, mixing in with your moans that fill the room.
"So pretty and wet. You can hear it can't you?"
"Such a pretty pussy, all for me"
"That feel good? Yeah, she's just crying for more"
"That's the spot, right baby? You want it right there?"
In a way, being able to feel you like this and the warmth between your legs grants him a sense of solace, knowing that his hands are much more capable of hurting the enemy or causing injury. He finds himself having another purpose, curling into that textured spot inside you that makes you whine out his name the way he likes.
Knowing that he can bring you pleasure with just a stroke of his hand is enough to give him the motivation to push you over the edge over and over again. He won't stop until he gets his fill, until he's ripping orgasm after orgasm from your shaking body.
Your slick making a mess on his hand feels so much better than the familiar crimson he usually sees. If he'd have it any other way, this is what he'll be doing for the rest of his life.
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