LeoPika short stories and one shots!

"Praise"

AYOOOO THIS ONE IS HORNY FOR LIKE NO GADDAMN REASON I HOPE YOU ✨enjoy✨

Update: please for the love of god only read if you're 18 or older. This chapter is called praise because it's about a praise kink. I work very hard, and this is what I consider well written so please don't comment "ew" or "gross" or anything because then I just KNOW you're a minor and you shouldn't be reading this. Yes, I know that praise kink isn't for everyone. That's why you gave free agency and don't have to read.

Regarding the smut I write in general: it's very disheartening to read comments about how much you hate it or how it made you throw up.

Aside from that, I love reading comments and I'm so so happy that the majority of my readers like the content I make :)
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"Blondie!" Leorio shouted, running down the alley toward them. "Blondie, I need your help."

"I told you, the name is crimson revenge." The vigilante didn't even turn to look at him.

Leorio gagged theatrically. "That's cringe. Listen, I know you said last time would be the last time, but-"

"No." The vigilante wiped off their knife and sheathed it. "I'm done tracking down people who don't pay their medical bills. That's the government's job. Not mine."

Leorio rolled his eyes. "You don't trust the government. You still wouldn't even in a perfect society. Please, if this lady doesn't pay soon, we won't have the funds to save a little girl-"

"I'm not a charity worker, Leorio!" They whirled on him. "I'm done being a little errand boy for you. Just because you stitched up a wound one time, doesn't mean this is going to be in a long term arrangement. I did you your damn favor, now get lost."

"Have some sympathy!" Leorio begged.

"I wouldn't be a good villain if I did."

Leorio waved that off. "You're not a villain, and you're not a bad person. Please, all I need is the money."

"Money?" Blondie patted his arm. "Get a night job at the brothel, I'm sure you'll make plenty."

"I'm serious." Leorio whispered. "This little girl has a disease that is completely curable, and a surgery that I can perform. I need proper tools and medicine."

"Then go get it." Crimson Revenge shrugged. "I told you, I don't do charity."

"It's not charity if I give you something in return. Come on, free healthcare and prescriptions... and unlimited lollipops at my office."

"We're done." Blondie turned away to leave.

Leorio caught their hand. "I'll do anything."

They hesitated. "Anything?"

He nodded.

Crimson Revenge spoke slower. "You'll do anything?"

Leorio breathed. "I need the money. These tools and medicine won't just help me, won't just help one patient; it's for everyone. Please."

A hesitation. Then Blondie looked away, almost ashamed of what they were about to request. "Sleep with me."

Leorio looked up but didn't say anything. He let go.

"It's a selfish request, but it's all I ask." They began to walk down the alley toward the main road.

Leorio blinked. "What? Right now?"

"Yes, right now. Tonight. At your house."

"My house?" Leorio was taken aback. "Why my house?"

"I'm homeless? So I might be using your shower as well."