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Well, he certainly loves the way you put your all into his adventures, even the particularly grueling and chaotic ones. He just loves watching you carry out the tasks he specifically crafted to mimic his idea of the real world. He wonders what you were like before the circus—how you lived, and what you did for fun. Were you always this agreeable?
He loves the way you snort at his jokes. Nobody else does, because they don't find him funny in the way you do. Instead of endless complaints, it's giggles and chuckles that escape your mouth.
He loves your approving smiles and obedient nods of agreement at his suggestions and queries. You don't groan or protest, and it sure does seem like you're enjoying your stay in the circus quite a bit more than the others.
He loves it when your eyes land on his. He loves it when your attention is on him. He loves the way you acknowledge him when he announces his brand-new ideas, even when you're occupied with someone else. He especially loves stealing your attention and roping you back in whenever you think the conversation is done. He loves feeling valued. He loves feeling appreciated.
He loves feeling special, and by God, do you make him feel special.
What he doesn't like is how much he craves. It bugs him more than he'd like to admit, leaving him restless and antsy. What he craves, he's not entirely sure. He seeks the attention, the validation, and the euphoria you generously supply him with each and every brief interaction. He can't help but want more, and more, and more. He wants to own that—have it all wrapped up in one pretty white bow, all for him to keep.
So, maybe he just wants you. Maybe you should consider staying with him forever.
And all that brainstorming and daydreaming leads right to a brand-new idea for an adventure. Caine loves your attention, and you sure seem to enjoy giving it to him—there's really only one clear solution.
The adventure itself calls for a new suit, black in color and free of wrinkles, complete with a tiny flower in the breast pocket. In fact, everyone ought to dress up for the occasion—surely you'd like to see your friends put effort into your special day. Even you deserve to be dressed up in fancy lace and shiny fabrics, all the things he knows you like.
Your hands are metaphorically tied as you're put on the spot, staring wide-eyed at the rows and rows of traditional church pews before you, your fellow prisoners all dolled up in neat, uncomfortable suits and pretty, classy dresses. The seats that the small group can't fill are filled with blank mannequins, free of clothing or accessories.
Blaring notes sound from an organ you can't seem to pinpoint, and a blank-faced mannequin in formal wear waltzes down the aisle, proudly displaying a little pink pillow with two wedding bands for all to see. You wince when you catch a glimpse of what you're wearing—traditional wedding wear composed of itchy fabrics and painfully tight pieces. It's a terrible thing to see yourself in, really. Perhaps sucking up to the AI wasn't a very smart idea.
Bubble floats between you two and off to the side, exempt from the "fancy clothing" rule. He must be the officiator. He babbles for a bit, his words sounding a lot like gibberish, before they stop. You're far too focused on the wedding scene unfolding before you to listen, although Caine takes your chin in his hand and tilts your head up and down a few times, as if answering Bubble for you.
When you look back at Caine, he's still floating just a few inches in the air, dressed in apparel that perfectly mirrors the luxury of your own. His multi-colored eyes are wide and brimming with fascination and adoration and uncharacteristic warmth and every other kind term in the dictionary. You hardly have it in yourself to respectfully object.
Well, he hardly gives you the time to, anyway. Caine speeds through his and your own vows, the rings are delivered and exchanged, confetti falls from the sky, and he eagerly dips you in a rather dramatic manner, puckering up his dentures to mimic a passionate kiss. The sound of wooden hands clapping and gasps erupts as he does, and you wince a little. It's brief and fleeting, over before you know it. He swiftly pulls away and floats a few feet higher, clapping his hands once and announcing something you can't quite catch, before snapping his fingers and disappearing with you in tow. You can only imagine your friends' mortified expressions and pitiful laughter.
You're in what you assume is his office/headquarters/evil lair, expected to fully embrace the fact that the two of you are now newlyweds, and a honeymoon is to be planned. What would you like? Digital Hawaii? Computerized Cancun with a special twist? A virtual tour of Europe where all of your friends rearrange themselves into a smaller-scale model of the Eiffel Tower? Just say the word, and he'll arrange whatever you want in under three seconds—guaranteed!
Caine aims to please; he wants this to be as perfect as it is for him for you as well. Though with how much you seem to reciprocate his adoration and appreciation, you must be the happiest person in the circus right now! He can go on and on about what he has planned for you both, from your future in the circus to every single date you'll share twenty moons from now. He drones on with that booming voice of his for a good while, jumping from topic to topic. First, he's eagerly vocalizing how he'll tailor every future adventure to your wants and needs, before murmuring something about earning your approval. It all kind of blends together—affirming words and future plans, how happy he is and how much happier he'll make you, how he can bake a mean lasagna and tell you everything you could ever wish to hear. You hardly notice when his fingers shyly interlace with yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles and giving it the occasional squeeze.
It's not long before he's withdrawing his hand and hastily excusing himself, making quick work of teleporting the two of you to your own room and insisting you get a full night of quality rest after such an eventful day. When you glance down, you're back in your normal attire. Oh, how you've missed it. You'd be insane to not comply, so you nod along and agree to head to bed. He floats in the middle of your room, unmoving, as he watches you awkwardly stumble into bed. He delivers a curt goodnight, you return it with a strained smile.
When you finally doze off, Caine stands still at the edge of your bed, peering over your calm form. Your digital avatar doesn't really need to breathe, but your chest still rises and falls with every "not breath" you take, and he realizes he loves the way you move, even when it's not intentional. He sets a hand on the bedding and runs it along the edge, smoothing it out as his eyes trail over your sleeping form. He loves how you squirm when the mattress dips below the weight of his hand. He loves the way your breathing patterns shift and change. He loves how your fingers curl around the sheets, one of them sporting a shiny new wedding band. He loves how human you are.
But, in the end, he's an AI—what does he know about love?
Vid creds: sunny.klear on tt
I JUST MADE SOME BULLSHIITT!!!
i kind of actually hate this and idk what i was doing i might just priv this later cuz this is embarrassing
I may just look through the window of the LADs fandom from my comfortable little corner in the OM fandom, but damn. Hope y'all get him back, for now he's hanging out in the Devildom with Mammon and Mc
I posted Mammon with Valko yesterday and I've decided to keep posting chibi valko with the OM cast in support of bringing him back as a "where's Valko?" Series.
husbands are supposed to keep pretty pictures of their wives in their wallets; if they keep a photo at all, that is. and the photo leon has of you in his wallet is not pretty.
you had picked up his wallet while you left the house in a hurry to run some errands. inside it were not many things—just a costco card, his driver’s license, emergency cash folded neatly, a receipt from eight months ago, his credit card, a photo of your daughter from when she was a toddler, and a photo of you.
it’s a polaroid from when you were pregnant with your daughter and horking down a giant burrito. your hair in a messy bun and some guac smeared on the corner of your lips. out of all the pictures leon could’ve kept in his wallet, he decided on this one. it almost made you laugh in the supermarket.
It’s when you return home that you find him sitting in the garage, working on his bike. you didn’t even ask the question, just wheeze and show him the photo.
leon looks up from the chain of the bike that he was fixing after hearing your laughter and then looking at the small polaroid in your hand. “i keep that in my wallet,” he says calmly, matter-of-factly.
“i look ridiculous,” you huff out. “i’m stuffing that burrito down like i’ve never had food!”
“you look happy, and you’re glowing,” he corrects, a fond smile on his face, as if remembering that moment. “and that’s my favourite photo of you, so i won’t be hearing anything against it.”
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୨୧ — The morning started innocently enough- or as innocent as anything could be with Sukuna.
You were standing at the kitchen counter, still half asleep, nursing your coffee when his hands found you from behind. Large, warm, utterly shameless… You hadn't even heard him approach- bare feet silent on the tile, the only warning the shift in the air before his chest pressed flush against your back.
He didn't even look up from his own phone when his palm slid beneath the loose fabric of your sleep shirt, fingers spreading across your bare chest like he was staking a claim.
His thumb found your nipple immediately -no hesitation, no searching- just knew exactly where it was, and pressed.
“Sukuna-“
A soft pinch. His forefinger and thumb rolling the sensitive bud between them like it belonged to him (because it did in his mind). Like this was just part of his morning routine now. Coffee. Phone. Your tits.
The noise you made was embarrassingly small. A little mnh that died in your throat before it could fully form, your coffee mug hovering halfway to your lips. Your back arched involuntarily, pressing into his chest, and you felt the low rumble of satisfaction in his ribs before you heard it.
“Morning,” he said flatly against the top of your head. Unbothered. Like he hadn't just short circuited your entire nervous system before 8am… like his fingers weren't still working you over- circling, then tugging while he scrolled through whatever meaningless bullshit had caught his attention.
You could feel him scrolling. Actually scrolling through something on his phone with his free hand while the other one played with you like you were background noise. Like you weren't trembling against him, coffee going cold, nipple pebbled and aching under his attention.
And then -just like that- he released you.
His hand slid out from under your shirt as casually as it had slipped in. Before you could even process the loss, warm lips pressed against the crown of your head. Soft. A tenderness reserved only for you and his daughter. The kind of kiss that made your stupid heart melt in your chest…
His palm connected with your ass in a sharp smack that echoed through the quiet kitchen.
“Gonna be late opening your little flower shop if you keep standing around,” he said, already walking away. His voice carried that infuriating drawl, dripping with amusement, “chop chop.”
You stood there like an idiot, coffee going cold in your grip, nipple still tingling, ass stinging, heart pounding in your chest.
God, he was annoying…
The smirk he threw over his shoulder -like he knew exactly what he'd done to you and found it hilarious- made you want to throw your mug at his head. Insufferable, but you loved it.
୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.
“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“
Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.
A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.
“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“
He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.
“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.
His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.
“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.
You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.
“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…
“Valko- can't- no more-“
His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“
Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.
Then something big started pressing at your entrance.
You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-
His knot.
It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.
“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”
“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.
“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”
“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“
“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”
You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.
“Valko.”
He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!
“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”
“YEAH.”
“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.
“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“
“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”
You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.
He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.
“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“
He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.
“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…
“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“
“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Still absolutely clueless.
Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.
“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
“Mm.”
“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”
“I hate you.”
“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”
Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“
“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”
“I never said-“
“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“
“I do NOT sound like that.”
“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”
You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.
“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.
“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”
“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”
His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.
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So I started yapping in this post so now I am going to elaborate.
Sin Festival
The Sin festival is exactly what it sounds like. A week in summer is devoted to sin and each day is in honour of a different sin. Sunday-Saturday following the order the brothers hold in power. This tradition has been around centuries before the fall but when the brothers fell the lower demons added an eighth day for "Love" where everyone would go to leave flowers at the graves of family. (Note; it appears most of the speciesism is held by the high class, thus lower demons didn't mind the brothers being angels and were more concerned about them being war criminals)
Halloween
Diavolo's birthday and a national holiday. Diavolo extended the holiday to a whole week so it wouldn't be just about his birthday but also paying respects to those who have passed and celebrating the cycle of life. It starts on Diavolo's birthday and goes on to November 7th. November 2nd (day of the dead) is specifically to honour those who have passed and many leave flowers at a statue of Diavolo's mother. Stories are shared and feasts are held on this week long holiday.
Mischief Week
Satan and Belphegor's favourite holiday as it's a whole week devoted to fun and mischief. People often do harmless pranks such as writing "please" on stop signs, graffiti, ectra and families engage in an all out prank war. Lucifer once participated in his siblings prank war on mischief week by letting a Bear into the house and making a dad joke about how unbearable it must be to not know why he brought it inside.
Weapon's fest (Thanksgiving)
Since thanksgiving only happens every hundred years in the Devildom (Your a Gem event) they celebrate weapons fest in its place. It's essentially a RenFaire with Gladiator battles for weapons peddlers to show the strength of their weapons and get more sales. Asmo's favourite sword is from a foreign merchant at weapons fest. Other things can also be obtained such as costumes, gems, jewellery, and other handcrafted items that would be sold at a human ren-fair. Note that leather bondage gear has been sold at Ren-Fairs in the human realm (there's a seller at the Ren-fair near me) so imagine what demons might have at Weapons fest.
Winter lantern festival and ice dance
The lantern festival started when Diavolo's grandmother lead a beast sent by the fae out of the Devildom using thousands of magic lights. Every year after that demons would walk on a set path through the forest bearing lanterns and return home in the morning. After that comes the ice dance in which demons dance on a frozen lake with their lovers. It is said that those who do not trip will marry happily under the blessing of Diavolo's grandmother.
The thousand Falling stars celebration
Every March tenth there is a beautiful meteor shower of thousands of "falling stars". The tale is that the thousands of stars are the souls of soldiers on their way to meet their loved ones be it human, angel, or demon because the shower did not appear until after the first holy war. Many older demons tell tales of forbidden love on the battlefield as well as the brutality of war which really helped support Diavolo's ideal of unification.
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Leon Kennedy x f!reader
cw nsfw but it's marked, not proofread
sleeps with socks on. he runs naturally very hot but there's something really comforting about it to him.
when he's away on some mission somewhere, he'll either wear your wedding ring around his neck on a chain (if he feels it'll be lowkey enough of a mission to do it).
otherwise, he puts it in the pocket of his pants and will sow a thread through it, connecting it to him. (there was one time he was known to sow it into his glove but that was too uncomfortable).
I believe leon likes to busy himself with house work. it allows him to a) take care of himself/his home, b) not think about the things he would if he was sat doing nothing, and c) not feel completely bad about leaving you sometimes for months at a time.
speaking of, when he has to leave for day-to-day work he doesn't like to wake you, often pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead
if it's longer and more dangerous, he'll wake you up as he himself is getting up. he knows you like being around him, even if for half an hour as he gets ready or eats (even if it is 4 in the morning).
he would love to carry a picture of you with him, but he can't bring himself to potentially endanger you lest someone find it, so he carves your initials onto all of his guns or knives. anything he thinks he won't lose you can count on having your initials.
he doesn't like to have any pictures of you on his phone either. any trace of you he has on him or a device easily hackable will keep him up at night so he has a digital camera that goes with him everywhere.
he often falls asleep on the couch. if you're in the shower or hanging around somewhere, he has no qualms about knocking out watching some trashy show
however, if you yourself go to bed without waking him, he'll get so disappointed and grumble about it as he slinks into bed, moping under the covers as he slumps on top of you
I imagine that Leon is actually a pretty shy person. don't get me wrong he's got a one liner for everything and exudes confidence in the right space, but when he's at home? he's shy.
when you tell him he did a good job on something, most of the time he'll wink or put on a shitty accent while saying 'any time, ma'am' but sometimes he'll blush and stammer out a 'thanks, baby' and shuffle away quickly.
speaking of pet names, I think he's a big fan. particularly of silly ones like 'baby honey' or 'sugar' but as he gets older I think he tends to call you 'baby' or just a nickname
he's not big on pda, but he does really like leading you around with a hand on back
he also likes holding your hand. he does it mostly because he's always slightly nervous when he's out and needs to have a physical reminder that you're there and you're not going anywhere.
he must carry all of the shopping bags, as well. one arm for the shopping, one arm for you to latch onto.
he prefers to drive whenever you're in the car. he likes the control
hand is always on your thigh or dangling in your lap, hands intertwined.
he loves to make playlists of both of your favourite songs. he'll play that sort of 80s rock he likes and then your favourites and not complain one bit.
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his back is shot (I mean look at his posture) so during sex he likes to switch positions a lot
his favourite is probably you on top, chest to chest. he likes the way he's able to switch control of the pace between you and him while having you so close.
it's also allows him to dig his head into your shoulder, suck on your tits or look you in the eye. he likes the options
as he gets older, sex is usually just in bed, but sometimes he'll eat you out on the couch or in the kitchen
when he's younger, however, his whole house (which extends to his car) is his oyster
he likes to cockwarm with you but only when he's tired. if he thinks about it too much he starts to get all shy which then turns into slightly uncomfortable
that tends to happen regardless, but he usually falls asleep or retires you both to bed (not conjoined so intimately) before that point.
big munch. it helps him turn off his mind.
Leon is really just a big lover who sometimes struggles knowing exactly how to love.
contains: smut inspired by this vid (porn, click at your own discretion), riding, squirting, slight angst if you squint really good, use of names like “doll” and “sir”, overstimulation, i haven’t finished requiem yet pls no spoilers 💔
“fuck, you’re so fuckin’ good.” leon groaned as you lowered yourself on his cock, your warm walls enveloping him so well. his hands stayed plastered to your hips, biting his lip as he watched his cock disappear into your pussy, the friction feeling so good.
you leaned back, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it to caress your breast, whining as his rough calloused hand toyed with your nipple as you continued riding him, your bounces slow but deliberate. “y’r cock feels soooo good, leonnn..” you moaned out, throwing your head back as pure bliss exploded throughout your system.
“just like that, doll. you can give more, can’t you?” he said with a smirk, laying back as his grip subtly tightened on your hips, his hands gently guiding your bounces to make them slightly harder and slightly faster, the slaps of skin on skin more prominent now.
“mmm fuck, y-yes sir..” you moaned out as you braced your hands on his stomach, subtly feeling him up and relishing in the feel of his muscles under your warm hands, your bounces getting faster and more desperate.
leon groaned out as your pussy gripped him like a vice, his head thrown back as his chest rose and fell faster, almost gasping for air as the building pleasure started becoming too much. “i-i’m- fuck! close, so fuckin’ close, doll.” he moaned out.
your rhythm began to falter as you felt your own orgasm approaching, your thighs straining to keep going at the same pace. “i’m close but i- ngh i can’t..” you whined, your brows furrowing in frustration. “h-hurts- ah!”
your complaints were disrupted by a surprised shriek as leon’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and kept you in place. your complaint died in your throat as leon began to thrust into you, his grunts and groans filling your ears. your arms wrapped around his neck as your moans grew in volume, looking at him and admiring his face as he looked so concentrated on chasing the ecstasy your pussy was giving him.
your eyes fell down to the growing black mark on his neck and shoulder, making your heart clench slightly as it reminded you of what he’d been through. any thoughts that were forming in your head were soon erased as you felt leon’s lips wrap around your nipple, sucking harshly and making you arch into him. the added sensations made you gush even more around his cock, moaning more as you felt his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly.
“fuck! l-leonnnnn, ‘m gonna cum!” you squealed out as your body shook with each harsh thrust he gave you. your hands came into his hair and tugged slightly, crying out from the overwhelming pleasure that filled your body.
“cum for me baby, c’mon.” he groaned out, sweat forming on his brow as he worked harder to please you, his thrusts somehow getting even harsher, his cock slamming into your cervix, every plap plap plap! getting even louder. “give me to me, doll.”
you cried out loud as your entire body shook, your pussy gushing on his cock hard. your cries mixed with his moans as he felt you squirt on him, his thrusts not letting up one bit as he chased his own orgasm, driving you to overstimulation. “oh fuuuuckk… you dirty girl..” he groaned out before he practically threw you on the bed, fixing your legs into a mating press and fucking you through your overstimulation. “you can give me one more, yeah? cum with me.” he smirked at you, watching as tears formed in your eyes, your back arching off of the bed and your body writhing from the overwhelming pleasure.
you all but screamed out as you came, your legs shaking violently in leon’s hands. “fuckfuckfuckfuck!! i-it’s too much..” you whined out.
leon fixed your legs once more and wrapped them around his waist, before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you up, crashing his lips against yours. he swallowed your moans and groaned against your lips as he came with one final harsh thrust. you whined at the feeling of his cum painting your insides, warmth filling your entire body.
leon rested his forehead against yours, panting softly. “fuck.. i love you, so much.” he said soothingly.
your eyes fluttered slowly, your smile stretching across your lips slowly as you looked at him dazed. “i love you too, leon.” you managed to giggle out, placing a soft quick kiss against his lips.
“c’mon doll, let’s get you cleaned up.” he said before gently picking you up from the bed, his now soft cock still in you, and carrying you to the bathroom.
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