cake, bby, loml, an angel incarnate -
could I request a re6 Leon smut if him trying out choking for the first time during some angry/vent sex after the incidents in China?
Gabby, love, darling, my queen
I went all out on this that I ran over my normal 2k limit and it's JUST RE6 LEON BEING MAD AND HORNY 😭😭😭 I said it already but my subconscious KNEW I needed to do this frfr
NSFW UNDER THE CUT Minors step back or I swear to God we're fighting these hands are rated E for everyone
You knew.
As soon as Leon stepped through the door while dropping his bags, tossed his gloves away, and practically ripped his tactical vest off in three strong strides to reach you and clamp his hands down on your hips tight with a feverish lip lock to match- as if feeling threatened by just the thin air in the house alone could somehow take you away from him.
You knew whatever he just came back from in China was bad.
"Leon-" You tried to whisper to him, an attempt to ask if he needed anything else before this at least. But his arms coiling tighter around your waist to keep your smaller frame flush against his beaten body and the shaky exhale into your skin hushed you.
"Please…"
It's one word but it said more than enough. There's a quiver in his tone, a tossup between being on the verge of tears or his anger is very dangerously close to boiling over. It's hard to tell but it still left a very unsettling weight in the pit of your stomach.
You've never heard him sound like that before.
And yet, even as he hung by this thread that's at the end of its tension. About to snap at any moment. He still waited for your consent.
Which you didn't hesitate to give through soft kisses to his cheek and a nod, "Ok."
His shoulders relaxed slightly before you're suddenly swept off your feet with another ravishing kiss stolen by the agent and effortlessly carried away to the bedroom.
Where you now lay, a moaning, writhing, mess.
Trapped beneath Leon's much larger, stronger form with your legs tossed over his broad shoulders while he squishes you down further into the bed with another deep breathy growl past gritted teeth against your angry love marked neck, it mingles with the shallow gasps and soft squeals you emit. Lying there at his mercy just taking it all as he continues to brutally fuck his stress, his rage, and his sorrow away.
You're clearly beyond forming words at this point, your mind is long gone. Nothing but a euphoric puddle. A pretty mess much like what's between your legs and upon the sheets beneath you as every harsh slam of Leon's thick heavy cock jolts your body. Hitting that delicate spot inside you with such precision.
And there's nothing you can do about it.
Not like you want to either, you simply cling to his large hand that's wrapped around your throat and feel the way he perfectly stretches and fills your cunt. Leaving not a spec missed or spot untouched.
His tip practically kisses the edge of your cervix once, twice, then five more times before your pussy clenches tighter and another soft desperate moan escapes you. Leon lowly hisses at the sudden squeeze, already aware of what that means.
He's coaxing yet another orgasm out of you.
How many would this be now? Even he has no clue at this point, but Leon does know that his own release is starting to creep up as well. And the closer he gets to it, the more livid he becomes. His hips snap against your ass harder while his hand suddenly clasps a little tighter around your neck- a rather new gesture he wasn't so sure of earlier.
But now he can't get enough of it, especially when you clearly enjoy it too. The way your dainty hands grip his wrist, peeking at how your eyes roll in the back of your head, your cunt fluttering even more around him. He's definitely doing this more often.
"Leon! Oh G-od!~" Something about the way you can only whisper that, given the limited airflow you have, drives him mad in the best way possible. But it's not enough.
"Louder." He snarls, a deep rumble from the depths of his chest that sends the most delightful shiver down your spine as he makes you look up at him. Watching the flames of rage dance in his sterling blue eyes that would sooner burn you alive if you didn't know how to play with his fire.
"Scream my name…"
As soon as he loosens his grip on your throat, you do just that. "LEON!~" Is all you can cry out when the most intense orgasm sweeps over you, almost blinding you for a moment as you shake beneath him. A small grunt tumbles from his lips but the tight heat of your release splashing around him doesn't stop Leon yet however. He promptly fucks you through that orgasm as well.
Sending your ragged frame gasping before choking out high pitched whimpers and squeaks at the overstimulation. Those little noises, mixing with the loud sloppy gushy sounds from your pussy that he loves to hear. It's so lewd. So goddamn hot. Leon finds his own finish immediately.
Veins protrude the backs of his hands when fistfuls of the sheets above your head are wound up tight in his grip as the agent trembles above you. Groaning into your skin while his cum fills you up and past the brim, pulling the softest little whine from your lips, before he settles with a sigh.
You don't know how long you stay like that, but the gentle sweep of Leon's thumb wiping your tears away and lightly turning your head so you'll look at him, manages to get you to open your eyes and peer upward. Those same blue eyes stare back at you. Now extinguished of their angry flame, replaced with that gentle warmth you know and love. His tone reaches your ears, much softer now. "Still with me, sweetheart?"
The giggle that escapes you is quiet, tired, a little breathless, but still happy and content as you lightly nod. Leon huffs out a small breathy chuckle of his own. And a smile tugs at his lips, the first one he's given since he got back, before he leans down closer to gently press them to yours which you don't hesitate to return.
A silent promise if you will. For one that you're most definitely getting the best aftercare. But simply out of love. Happy with the knowledge that when the world drags him through Hell and back.
He knows he can always come home to an angel.
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So tired of all the posts complaining about the Persephone scene when Will says "I don't know how to love Nico" and taking that painfully literally and claiming Will doesn't love him
He doesn't mean he's not actually into him or is forcing himself to do this - it's clear as fucking day from the conversation and literally everything else in this goddamn book that he means that he cares about Nico but sometimes it is hard and he worries he isn't doing it right/doing his best. The whole thing later where Will literally says he wants to take care of Nico and has finally realized that that doesn't mean his darkness and a dark past nessecarily need to be "cured" - he realizes he's been approaching it wrong, and even though Nico says it is nice to be cared for in that way too, Will is going to learn from their experience and approach that darkness differently and how he loves, as well as still using the other ways he has before, because loving someone isn't just one thing and that's it. It's choices. It's how you approach it. They literally say love cannot exist on feeling alone, you have to choose it - work at it - love someone the way they need to be, not the way you think they need.
Like it's all there. This book was not subtle. Y'all complain about it beating you over the head with the messaging and yet somehow misunderstood it anyway. Fellas. Folks. Dudes. Girlies. Please.
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