🎧₊ FUCK HIM, I'LL BE YO' BABY DADDY INSTEAD

Pollen Count

Kakashi Hatake/F!Reader

Summary: While on a mission to deliver documents, you and Kakashi stop for the night in a place where you probably shouldn’t. Something in the air didn’t feel quite right, despite everything else feeling perfect. Cross posted to AO3

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: sex pollen, dub!con, f!receiving oral, blindfolds, fingering, unprotected sex, outdoor sex

Note: I was struck by Kakashi brain rot during my Naruto re-watch. 

It was supposed to be a simple delivery task. There was a chance of enemy ninja, which made it not quite so simple as just delivering a couple pieces of paper. The nature of the documents required that two jounin be sent to take care of it. You didn’t know who the other jounin was, Tsunade said she had to do some reorganization of some squads to get you the backup you’d need since this document was now top priority over a couple reconnaissance and recovery missions. 

It wasn’t your job to know what was in it that made it so important, but you were very interested in who your partner would be. Hopefully entertaining but at the very least could keep up conversation. It was a long journey to the Hidden Sand, to spend it in silence felt like a fate worse than death. Team compatibility could be what made the difference between a mission’s success and failure, after all.

“Oh, sorry I’m late.”

Kakashi? Oh this was going to be interesting, indeed.

“Helping an elderly woman with her shopping? At dawn?” you take your guess as his excuse, smile on your face as he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Sure, let’s go with that. You have the cargo?”

You only pat your vest where the scroll was contained, and he nods before he suggests that you get going. And so you set out, being sure to act as casual as two shinobi heading out on a mission could. Nobody knew about the scroll, so it was imperative that you not act like you had anything that anybody else would want to see.

“We should probably think about camping somewhere or finding an inn to stay at for the night,” Kakashi suggests as the sun begins to set, and you nod before stopping to stand on a tree branch. “Which would you prefer?”

“Let’s get back on the road, and if we can’t find an inn by nightfall then we can set up camp.” At this time of year, it’d be dark in about forty-five minutes. Time wasn’t on your side if your hope was to sleep on a surface softer than your bedroll on the grass. Though there might have been an inn nearby, but you weren’t confident that you hadn’t passed it already due to how fast you and Kakashi had been moving.

For all your hoping, you’d been proven correct in your assumption that’d you’d passed the inn you’d been thinking of and that left you only moderately deflated as you turned off the main road with Kakashi to find a suitable campsite. Off the beaten path but flat was the goal, and you look through some tall shrubbery and smile when you see a clearing. It was really quite the scene with healthy grass, some flowers, and the river wasn’t too far away. The trees provided ample coverage, too, so it really did feel quite secluded. There was something in the air, too, something that put you at ease. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you also knew that you needed to stay on your guard while on a mission even if the environment told you otherwise. Something about deception and things being too good to be true. 

Kakashi offers to take the first watch, and you tuck yourself into your sleeping bag with hopes of getting some rest. Only it’s too warm, so you remove yourself from within the sleeping bag to instead lay on it in hopes that it’d be more comfortable. Only now it’s your vest that feels too heavy, so you sit up to remove it and take a moment to roll your shoulders. Kakashi was here, you were safe to lose that protective padding to get some sleep if that’s what it took. 

“Are you alright?” He asks from his perch in the tree, and you look up to see that he’d been watching you. “You seem uncomfortable down there.”

“Does it feel hot to you, Kakashi?” you ask, almost tempted to pull your shirt off but knowing that wasn’t the wisest move you could make. But it was so hot and starting to rub you the wrong way so it needed to go. Sooner rather than later. “It’s so hot out here.”

“It’s a bit warm, yeah, but I’ve been trying to tune it out.” He’s kneeling in front of you now, pressing his wrist to your forehead. You can’t see the frown, but you hear it when he sighs before he tells you that you’re running a fever. “You’re just hot, though? Not nauseous or anything else?”

“I honestly felt fine until just now when I was trying to lay down.” But you’re acutely aware of the fact that he’s still got his wrist pressed to your forehead, and now there’s his other hand on your shoulder and contributing to the heat you felt. “But now I’m just hot, and my clothes feel wrong.”

“Does it feel heavy?”

“Kinda, just rubbing me the wrong way, y’know?”

“Yeah.” So he was feeling it too, and that both relieves you and horrifies you at the same time. What if your perfect campsite was just a massive trap? That’d be just fantastic if all this was your fault. “It’s not a genjutsu, and there are no chakra signatures anywhere near us either. It’s almost like there’s something in the air.”

Something in the air? That was what you had felt earlier, but that something wasn’t making you hot. Kakashi’s hands on you were not helping, but instead were contributing to a different type of heat in your core that was not easy to ignore either. Where was the light and easy feeling that you’d had previously? Where did that go?

“I have to get out of these clothes, Kakashi.” You hope you sound calm, like you know what you’re doing, but you couldn’t even really think straight.

“We have to get out of here, we’ll deal with our symptoms once we’re out of the hot zone.”

“I am the hot zone right now!”

“And we need to figure that out, but losing your cool is not going to help. We’re not going to go far, there’s another clearing nearby and I think we should be okay there. Let’s gather our things and move.” The instruction is clear and, despite how awful your clothes felt against your skin, you follow them without question. By the time you’ve settled in the new campsite you can’t stop yourself, taking your shirt off with your vest and laying back against the cool grass in hopes that it’ll help you relax - even just a little bit. 

The air felt different here, sure, but you still felt too hot. A look to your left tells you that Kakashi was feeling the heat too, since he’d removed his vest and was trying to fan cool air onto his skin. There was another more obvious problem just south of the hem of his shirt, but you avert your gaze from your partner to keep from potentially making him uncomfortable.  

“Doing okay?” he asks, and you shake your head since you were still feeling too hot even with your shirt being off and cool air hitting your skin. 

“Still too hot, but I’m running out of layers,” you mumble, jumping nearly out of your skin when you feel his hand on your stomach. How he got there that fast was not a question you’d waste time on, since the man did train with Gai. What was more pressing was the physical contact he’d initiated, all he really needed to do was move that hand just a bit further south and you were certain that’d either fix everything and make the problem worse - but such was the shinobi way of life. “That’s not helping.”

“I thought not,” he mumbled, and you chance looking up at him only to feel yourself get so much warmer when you see him looking down at you. There’s something unfamiliar in his eye, and that has you equal parts excited and concerned at what that look could mean. “The air is different here, so we must have inhaled something back there.”

How was he still so functional? You couldn’t give a damn about what could have you feeling this way, there were more pressing matters such as your body feeling like it was on fire and the growing discomfort with how wet your underwear was getting. 

“Please stop talking,” you whine, your hand grabbing his wrist. His pulse is racing beneath his skin, his thumb starting to move against your skin until you let out another whine at the contact. “But keep touching me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Only if you want to.” 

He shakes his head, and you’re not sure what it is he’s trying to convey but you err on the safe side and release his wrist. You’re ready to sit yourself up, go hide behind a tree so you could rub this out and get it over with, but his hand stays firm on your stomach to keep you in place as he leans in to get close to your ear. 

“We shouldn’t do this, but I can’t pull myself away from you when I’m like this and you’re so willing.”

If he wasn’t wearing that mask, you’d kiss him right now. But he is, and that brings you to let him go so you could move the placement of your headband so it’d cover your eyes. Kakashi had to be uncomfortable in the mask, this was how you could ensure that he could be more comfortable while you both were dealing with the side effects of whatever the hell you’d breathed in. You hear him sigh before his hand leaves your stomach, and you pick up on the rustling of his clothes before his mouth is on yours and his hand is pushing at the waistband of your pants. Your hand starts to move, but is quickly pinned into the grass by Kakashi’s other hand as he moves to straddle you. 

“Please behave, I’m struggling to contain myself as it is.” The warning has you nodding, but your hips move of their own volition in an attempt to get some friction where you most need it. He pauses above you, then his hands are gone from you only to work at pulling your pants and underwear down. 

Your mouth falls open when his fingers push between your folds, the fire burning inside sated by the contact that has you relaxing into the grass. You hadn’t realized just how large Kakashi’s hands were until he had two fingers inside of you working to stretch you open more, and you knew you’d be fixated on those hands long after this situation was over and dealt with. A bridge to be crossed later, if you remembered after all this was over and done with. 

A forearm is pressed to your hip, those two fingers part your folds, and you sigh when his tongue slides through to lap at your essence while his thumb circles your already over-sensitive clit. Another orgasm comes and goes before you can process it, your hands moving to his hair to try and pull him away. Instead, his other hand comes to replace his tongue, two fingers pushing into your cunt easily while his thumb continues to play with your clit. 

“Are you going to come already?” He sounds amused, but you can’t formulate the words that you need to tell him off or tell him that he was right. “You can come, it’s alright. Let me taste you.”

You’re going to blame your current state on the fact that you were able to come just by him telling you to, that truly had to be it. But he sounds pleased and you’re ready to cry when he continues to lick and suck at your quivering pussy until you’re practically begging him to pull back and fuck you proper. You just needed him to fill you now, fill you and keep you full and fuck the neediness out of you. 

“Ask and you shall receive.” There’s more rustling, and you wish you could see what he was doing and how he was looking at you but the headband remains in place to keep your vision obscured. 

The blunt tip of his cock coming to rest between your folds has your eyes closing behind the headband, your fingers digging into the soft soil beneath you as he presses forward and stretches you. There’s no time or consideration for adjustments, you’d wager that Kakashi’s patience has worn out given the situation, and you’re not complaining since this is what you needed.

“Just stay put,” he breathes into your ear, his hand taking yours and pressing it into the grass beside your head. He’s still moving his hips against yours even as he speaks, the heat and desperation radiating off of him in waves as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he gently bites at your jawline. “Stay put and let me take care of us, will you do that?”

You nod, your compliance earning you another kiss before he’s pulling out. Before you have the chance to complain, he’s turning you over and pulling your hips up so you’d be propped up on your knees in front of him before he’s pushing back into you. There was no gentleness, no careful consideration of the environment, this was Kakashi on a mission to get you both off and hopefully stop whatever had gotten you both so worked up. His hands grip your hips hard enough that you’re certain there would be ten little bruises decorating your skin later, and he muffles his own sounds of pleasure by biting into your shoulder, it hurts but in the best way possible as he fucks into you at a pace you could only describe as being brutal. There was no rhythm or thought to it, he needed to get off as badly as you did. 

“You feel so good, y’know that?” he breathes into your ear, every other word punctuated by a grunt that has you weaker than the one before. There’s a new heat burning inside you, this one you knew how to cope with, and you move your hand so that you could rub at your clit only to hand Kakashi grab your hand and press it back into the ground. “I said stay put and let me take care of you. You need to come?”

You nod, your head falling forward into the grass when his fingers make contact with your clit. At this point you think your body may be too sensitive, and that has you arching back into him at the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers against the nerve bundle.

“Stop running from me.”

“Sensitive,” is all you can gasp out, fingers digging into the grass once again as Kakashi chuckles in your ear. “Please, I’m so close Kakashi.”

This time you stay put when his fingers graze your clit, and you feel all coherent thoughts leave you as your body continues to rock with his as his fingers begin rubbing quick circles while his thrusts increase in pace. All that mattered was him and your approaching orgasm, anything else would have to wait until you could breathe normally again. A thrust punctuated by a pinch to your clit has your body going rigid beneath his, and he’s talking you through the orgasm until his own hips stutter and he also stills. 

An arm moves around your waist, bringing you with him when he moves to lay on his side. The headband is moved but you keep your eyes closed even though your back was to him, not wanting to chance seeing his face. Things felt a bit more clear, but now you weren’t sure where the source of the heat was coming from now - the unknown inhalant or the close proximity to Kakashi. The grass was helping, though, which told you it was likely Kakashi making you feel so warm.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, a bit,” you whisper, staying on your side while he lies on his back. “How come you were so functional? We were both exposed for the same amount of time?”

“My mask must have acted as a filter. I had it off to eat, though, which was likely where I got truly exposed.” You’re quiet after that, really trying to think about it but your critical thinking still wasn’t truly there. You’d give yourself a headache if you tried, you were sure, so you choose not to think about it for now. “Well I’m going to keep watch, you need your rest if we’re going to continue the mission.”

“What if it’s not fully out of our systems? Shouldn’t we go back to the village for treatment?” You’re sitting up now, still looking away since you weren’t sure if it was safe to look at him yet, but the cold air on your back does feel nice. 

“I think we’ve established that we’re pretty decent at dealing with the side effects, no need to delay by going back to the village if we can handle it ourselves.” That has you looking at him, not at all caring about whether he was masked or not. He didn’t truly mean he’d fuck you all the way to the Sand Village if that was necessary, did he? “I think that’s the fun part, don’t you?”

This man was going to be the death of you, you were certain of that.

Thinking of Solomon with an MC who’s obsessed with trying to figure out where he was during certain time periods. Asking him about different myths and legends, fully expecting that he was there.

“Hey, Sol, did you ever meet Merlin?” you ask one day while lounging in his room. He looks up from his book. “Merlin’s a myth, MC,” he deadpans and you shrug. “So was hell up until a while ago,” you say and he sighs while putting his book down. “Well, I didn’t know him in person, but-“

Another time you’ll be reading about The Epic of Gilgamesh, but when you ask about it he just stares at you in disbelief. “What?” you’ll ask and he shakes his head. “MC, those are ancient stories. Why would you think I was alive during those times?”

You’ll nod and take a mental note. Sol wasn’t alive in 2700 B.C.

Your favorite though is asking him about other gods. Greek myths, Nordic myths, Egyptian myths. With little to no consideration that some of these things were happening at the same time and Solomon couldn’t possibly be at all these places simultaneously.

If the devil is alive then what stops Zeus or Odin from being as well? Solomon tells you that he doesn’t actually know but that he theorizes that whenever a religion has enough believers it becomes alive. Hence why Greek or Nordic gods haven’t been heard from in a while. You think it’s a simultaneously sad and interesting theory. “Imagine being a god and slowly feeling life slip away with your last believer,” you say one day with your head in his lap. His fingers combing through your hair momentarily stops. When you look up at him, you find him staring off into space with knitted brows. “Do you think we can meet Buddha?” you ask to lighten the mood and the man sighs in exasperation.

You enjoy watching his brain work while he's trying to summon memories. Sometimes you’ll hit a soft spot if you ask about a particularly brutal time period. You quickly realize that he doesn’t like talking about Macbeth or the 1300s. Those times you’ll kiss his face and apologize until the pain is washed away or at least put away for some time.

Living for as long as Solomon has isn’t easy. It’s a lonely existence. It’s hard for you to grasp, the fact that it isn’t just stories, but that he’s actually lived through these events.

One day the air in his room shifts and Solomon finds you glaring at him. He shifts uncomfortably, feeling like an ant under your gaze. “Sooo, what are you thinking about?” he asks, feeling himself grow smaller and smaller. He begins to wonder if you're actually trying to turn him into a bug.

“So, Sol. Where were you during The Second World War?”

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog! find my other stuff here

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I am a "simper" creature :3

I fall for Sanemi... EKHEM

Sooooo.... I would like to request a SMUT fic with him.

The reader is smaller and weaker, and it seems like he doesn't like her because of that. He is all annoyed and angry... BUUUT... It turns out he simply WANTS her... JUST GIBE ME A SMUT PLS!

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dom!Sanemi, possessive Sanemi, a bit of dirty talking Synopsis: because Shinazugawa-dono appears to have a problem with your every move, you're quite reluctant when tasked with changing sheets in all the Hashiras' rooms, particularly the Wind Hashira's room

DEMON SLAYER MASTERLIST

In the Ubuyashiki mansion, amidst the clanging swords of Hashiras who were training, mastering their skills, and rushing footsteps of other demon slayers, you lived a life of humble servitude. A small, delicate figure, you were often overlooked, except by one: Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira. You worked tirelessly around the Ubuyashiki mansion. Your duties were humble, but essential.

His gruff demeanor and constant irritation with your presence made you wary of him, always trying to avoid his scathing gaze and harsh words. The powerful demon slayer seemed to take issue with your every breath.

One day, as you were cleaning the corridors, Sanemi stormed past, his purple eyes narrowing at the sight of you. "What are you doing here?" he growled, his voice echoing off the walls.

You stuttered an apology, your heart pounding in your chest, and hurried away.

Days turned into weeks, and each encounter with Sanemi left you more flustered than the last. You couldn't understand why he seemed so agitated around you.

Occasionally, you mustered the courage to glance in his direction, marveling at his imposing presence. Yet, whenever he caught you looking, you swiftly averted your gaze.

One fateful night, you were assigned to clean the Hashira rooms. As you approached Sanemi's door, your heart pounded in your chest. You knocked once, twice, but there was no response. You took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, and you could hear the soft rustling of fabric.

Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. "What are you doing in my room?" Sanemi's breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You gasped, your heart racing, as his other hand was placed to your hip.

"I don't recall granting you permission to enter my chamber," he snarled from behind, causing you to stiffen.

All you could manage was a hard swallow as you desperately sought a suitable apology. "Sanemi-sama, I apologize for the intrusion, but I received orders to change the sheets in all the Hashiras' rooms," you explained, gasping slightly. His hot breath brushed against the nape of your neck as he pushed your hair to your shoulder.

He spoon you around, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. The roughness of his palm against your soft skin left a burning sensation in its wake, and you gasped yet again. His muscular frame towered over you, and his strength was evident in every slightest movement of his. "Why are you always looking at me?" he growled, his voice deep and rumbling.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "I can't help it," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you lowered your gaze. "You're… you're just so strong, Shinazugawa-dono."

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he would lash out at you. Instead, he stepped even closer, sizing your chin so you looked into his purple irises again, his gaze never leaving yours. "You think that's all I am?" he asked, his voice softer than before.

You shook your head, your breath hitching in your throat. "No, I… I don't. I just… I can't help but admire you, Sanemi-san."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Then perhaps it's time I showed you just how strong I can be."

Sanemi's strong arm encircled your waist, pulling you close. His lips found yours in a heated kiss, a fire igniting between you. His breath was hot against your skin as the kiss broke, his scent intoxicating. "I saw every glance you sent my way," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire palpable. He traced his fingers down your arm, sending goosebumps rising on your skin, before he moved them to the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head.

And you never protested.

His eyes drank you in, his gaze hungry as he admired your bare skin and the curves of your breasts still covered with white bra, his rough fingertips traced down your exposed shoulders and moved to rest on your waist.

Logical reasoning abandoned you in a heartbeat when the Wind Hashira touched you like that. It was against all reason, yet it felt undeniably right at the moment. You let out a soft moan, your hands reaching for him, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

"Oh, Y/N, look at ya," Sanemi chuckled darkly. He helped you, discarding his crips white shirt in haste. His muscles rippled under your fingertips, his skin hot to the touch. He kissed you again, his tongue darting into your mouth as his hand found the clasp of your bra, freeing you from its confines with ease and expertise.

He led you to his bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He pushed you down gently, his body covering yours. His clothed cock pressed against your thigh, undeniably hard and ready. He trailed kisses down your neck, his hands exploring all the curves of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You gasped quietly.

His hand slid down your body, his fingers finding the hem of your dress and pushing it up. His fingers found your clit instantly.

You gasped again, your back arching off the bed as he circled it, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He slid a finger inside you, his thumb continuing to work your clit.

You could feel yourself growing wetter, your body begging for more. "Sinazugawa-dono…"

"Call me Sanemi already. Done this enough by now, so enough with the formalities, especially when I' fingering your pretty, tight cunt." Sanemi grinned agains your inner thigh, watching how your cunt sucked his finger deeper inside. "Well, Y/N, I would never have assumed that you're such a needy little thing," he cooed.

The scent of his sandalwood cologne hung heavy in the air as Sanemi leaned over you, whilst his fingers were expertly exploring your cunny.

A soft moan escaped your lips, a testament to the pleasure that coursed through your veins.

His touch was skilled, each caress sending waves of ecstasy crashing against your shore. He leaned forward and claimed your lips, scissoring his thick fingers within your pussy, making your legs tramble.

Sanemi's bedsheets bore the evidence of his own desire. His hips moved in rhythm with his fingers, the friction against the sheets a feeble attempt to sate the burning need within him. His hakama pants, once a symbol of his discipline, now served as a prison for his arousal, the bulge unbearable, and you couldn't help yourself but lick your lips at the sight.

Seeing his plight, you reached out, your hands trembling with anticipation. Fumbling with the belt that held his pants in place, you dared to look directly into his eyes.

Sanemi's eyes met yours, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, "Do you want to help me, doll?"

You nodded, your breath hitching as you finally managed to undo the belt. With a swift movement, you pulled down his hakama, revealing the object of your desire. Sanemi's cock stood proud, straining against the fabric of his underwear, and when his fingers pushed into you again, you felt how wet you became.

With a swift motion, he pushed his underwear down, releasing his throbbing member. It stood proudly against his toned abdomen, already twitching with anticipation.

You watched, your eyes dark with desire, as Sanemi took his fingers out of you and licked them, humming at the taste of your arousal. His eyes never left yours as he plunged his fingers back into you, fucking you with a rapid rhythm.

"Aaah," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sanemi…"

His name spoken in your soft tone was like a siren's call, pulling him deeper into his game of lust. He pulled his fingers out again, coated in your slick wetness, and used it to jerk his dick a few times. His eyes, dark and intense, never left yours. He looked at you like a predator would eye its prey, and you found yourself wanting nothing more than to surrender to him.

Sanemi quickly tugged your dress down your legs. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of your panties. With a single, swift motion, he pulled them down too, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze. "Fuck, Y/N, you're beautiful," the scarred man commented, grinning.

"Sanemi," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing.

"Say my name again," he demanded, his fingers teasing your clit again. "Say it like you mean it."

"Sanemi," you moaned, your back arching as he plunged a finger inside you again; his cock twitched and a single pearl of pre-cum appeared on its slit.

"Just like that," he praised, smirking at you. "You're mine."

You opened your mouth to protest, but his lips crashed against yours, silencing any objection you might have had.

His kiss was possessive, his tongue claiming your mouth with a ferocity that made your knees weak. Sanemi positioned himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your slick entrance. He looked into your eyes, his gaze possessive. "You're mine," he repeated, before he thrust into you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he filled you, his cock stretching you deliciously. He was big, bigger than you had ever imagined, and you moaned in pleasure as he filled you to the brim.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, his heavy balls hitting your slit with each thrust.

You cried out, your nails digging into his back as he began to fuck your pussy.

You could feel every inch of him, your body responding to his touch. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on. "Harder," you gasped, your body aching for release.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. "You're so small, so tight," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I could lose myself in you."

You moaned in agreement, your body moving in perfect rhythm with his. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure. "Yes, right there," you cried out, as his tip hit that perfect spongy spot. Your pussy was painfully stretched, but you didn't mind.

Each thrust was a testament to Sanemi's strength, his pace fast and hard, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

But Sanemi wanted more, his lust insatiable. His voice, a deep rumble, commanded you to wrap your legs tightly around his waist. With ease, he lifted you, his cock nestled comfortably in your tight cunt, a perfect union of bodies as he got up from his bed.

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his broad , scarred shoulders, your breath hitching as he began to fuck you while standing. Each thrust was a display of dominance, his cock hitting all of your sweet spots with precision. His pace quickening, his cock moving within you with a fervor that left you gasping for air.

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air.

"Faster," you begged, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Faster, Sanemi."

Sanemi's grip on your waist tightened as he fucked you, his movements fast and brutal. Each drive sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. His free hand reached up, tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back, exposing your neck to his lips. His teeth grazed your skin, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat. "Mine, mine!" Sinazugawa growled like a wild animal.

The man easily tossed you up and down his fat cock as he continued with forceful, quick pace.

"I'm going to cum," you whispered, your body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. "Oh my Lord, I'm going to cum!"

"Do it," he growled, his fingers digging into the meat of your ass as he pounded up in your cunt. "Cum for me, little Y/N."

And you exploded around him, your body shaking in pleasure as your pussy clamped around his throbbing member. Instinctively, you slipped your hand into his snow-white hair, pulling the spiky strands.

He followed you over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you with his cum.

Yet he continued to thrust into you, his movements growing more erratic.

You could feel your second orgasm building, your body tense with anticipation. "Sanemi," you gasped, as you felt yourself tip over the edge. Your body shook with pleasure, your muscles clenching around him as he lay you down on his mattress again, thrusting deeper in your wetness, hooking your legs over his shoulders to change the angle.

He followed soon after, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he found his own release for the second time, milking your clenching, drenched walls with his thick cum. He collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your neck. "Mine," he murmured again, his voice soft and content.

Slwoly, he withdrew his dick out of your pussy. He watched with a mixture of awe and pride as his release poured out of you, dripping down your slit and onto his sheets. A satisfied grin spread across his face, his eyes still locked onto yours. "Fuck, what a mess," he mused, and your cheeks flushed.

"I apologize," you whispered, but your words were sealed with the kiss he bestowed upon you – a kiss that proved to be the softest you had ever experienced in your life.

Sanemi rose, seemingly unfazed by his nakedness, and reached for some sheets from the bed to clean his cock, covered in your mixed releases. Throughout, his gaze remained locked with yours. After throwing the sheet onto the wooden floor, he proceeded to put on his hakama pants. "It seems you've arrived just in time to change my sheets to fresh ones, Y/N."

additional tag: @mrskokushibo - because I know you like Sanemi

Thinking about Sanemi who is the king of consent and check-ins.

He grew up seeing his father treat his mother less than kindly and despises men who treat women in a similar way. So it doesn’t matter whether he’s been pounding into you for the last half an hour, calling you every derogatory name under the sun (with your prior permission) — if he changes in pace or position, he’s making you meet his eyes to check-in.

“Listen to that,” he pants, the hand he’s had gripped in your hair pressing your head down harder into the mattress. “Your pussy is so fuckin’ sloppy. You like when I fuck you like a whore?”

Your answering moan and the way your thighs somehow spread wider made Sanemi chuckle, the sound rich and dark in a way that made you all the wetter. “Yeah, you do, don’t you?”

Your whines were cut off in a choked gasp as Sanemi’s arms wound around your shoulders and tugged you up until he was laying flat against the bed, your back pressed against his front. Shifting, Sanemi grips the back of your knees and hauls your legs into the air, suspending them and keeping them spread wide for him. Somehow, he still has the dexterity to reach for your jaw with his fingers to tilt your head back against his chest.

“Hey,” his voice is throaty and rough with desire. Blearily, you open your eyes to meet his, and Sanemi smirks slightly at the fucked-out expression in your glassy eyes.

“You okay?” There’s a gentle seriousness in his tone, and you know that the second you were to shake your head or voice any discomfort, he would stop, and he’d bend over backwards to care for you in whatever way you’d need.

It’s that thought, coupled with the hot friction growing ever more pronounced between your legs as Sanemi holds perfectly still inside you, that has you nodding desperately, eager to have him thrusting his cock in and out of your walls with such vigor that you forget your name.

Sanemi’s answering smirk is soft in a way that you know his hips are about not to be. “That’s my girl,” he chuckles, and he relishes the strangled moan that tears from your throat as he gives a sharp thrust up, his balls slapping against your over-stimulated clit.

“You’re such a good little whore for me, aren’t you?”

From This Day Forward [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on this beautiful ask, soft Kashi is most definitely one of my favourite ways to write him so hopefully I did your thought justice, anon.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader (established relationship)

warnings: virgin reader, pussy fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, soft and intimate throughout, kissing, yearning, anxieties over losing virginity, Kakashi is the best husband you could ever ask for

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The day had passed in a whirlwind of blissful activity. Your earlier anxiety melted away as events unfolded without a hitch, and now you could finally say you were married to your soulmate. Married to the man you had loved for years, pining from a healthy distance until one day he had proved to you without a shadow of a doubt that your feelings were reciprocated.

Kakashi Hatake, the love of your life and the other half of your soul. The journey had been rough in places, but every moment experienced had led to this day – your wedding day.

Reciting your vows had been overwhelming, tears rising to your eyes and even the memory of Kakashi reaching out his hand to gently thumb the tears away would bring a lump to your throat. All you wanted was to be alone with him, to feel safe and secure wrapped in his strong protective arms. Thankfully you were both opposed to large flashy weddings, having long opted for a small intimate ceremony with only close friends and family attending.

With the festivities over, guests thanked, and all other duties attended to, your new husband was able to sweep you into his arms and finally cross the threshold of your shared home. Kakashi had wanted to book a honeymoon suite in a lavish inn, but you had refused. There was nowhere else you’d rather be than in your home and especially with what was still to come.

It had been hard to resist the temptation to give yourself completely to Kakashi up to this point. He was almost aggravatingly alluring, able to turn you into a whimpering mess with merely a few whispered words and some well-placed strokes of your skin. However, you had waited this long to find the right one and you wanted it to be special. How many dreams had you had of this moment? How many fantasies of finally making that last commitment had played through your mind?

“Everything okay, princess?” Kakashi asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and back into the present. His concerned expression tugged at your heartstrings, reaching out to cup his cheek and sighed at the warmth of his skin beneath your palm.

Your dress lay lovingly draped over the chair in the corner, replaying how your beloved husband had helped you out of it with what seemed like endless patience. His slightly roughened fingers made you shiver as he uncovered more of you until you were atop the bed in only your matching lingerie. A trail of his clothes started from the bedroom door until a pool of expensive material lay at the foot of the bed, discarded and crumpled.

You nodded shyly. “Mhm, I’m fine. Perhaps a little nervous,” you admitted when his eyebrow arched, suggesting he knew you weren’t being entirely truthful. 

Your arms wound around his broad back, pulling him on top of you and sighing at the comforting weight that settled over your torso. You had seen Kakashi naked more than you could feasibly count, and whilst you hadn’t had sex, you had certainly indulged in other activities. Yet it felt different knowing tonight wouldn’t end the same way it usually did.

“We don’t have to do this now; I don’t mind waiting if you’re not ready.”

Your heart lurched, shaking your head fervently and rather than using words, you rose to capture his lips, marvelling at how soft they felt as you pressed a kiss that you hoped would convey your conviction to him. The faint groan from his throat signalled your success, a palm resting at the back of your neck whilst his lips slanted further atop yours.

Kakashi was always sincere with you, ever loving and with the patience of a saint at times. He had been the one to talk you through how to touch him exactly how he liked it, encasing your much smaller hand in his and tightening your grip until the pressure was perfect. Your fingers wandered down the length of his spine, surrendering to his all-consuming kisses that only deepened further as the seconds passed. The edges of your nails raked lightly into his taut butt, smiling against his lips when the muscles flexed beneath your touch.

It wasn’t long until you were stroking him eagerly, your thumb passing over his weeping slit to collect the pearlescent precum and twisting your wrist on each upward pump of your fist. Kakashi broke away from your lips, panting and burying his face into the crook of your neck, but not before you could witness the pretty blush spread across his cheeks.

“You’re so perfect… f-fuck. Keep this up and I’ll cum before I can take you.”

Blood rushed to every part of your body, heating your skin, and making it difficult to maintain your train of thought. Luckily, your body was working on pure instinct when a hand reached between your bodies, legs falling wide, and you arched into that first touch against your pussy, now stripped of your panties. A shared moan flooded the air, your skin slick and dewy from arousal that ran messily towards those explorative fingers of your lover.

Memories of the very first time he had worked you open with these exact thick fingers washed over you. The initial discomfort had quickly given way to a pleasure you had never been able to locate by yourself. Every tender stroke of his calloused fingertips against your silken walls, each gentle circle of his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was all like heaven and here you were experiencing it once more, though there was rarely discomfort these days.

“Come back to me,” Kakashi cooed, his lips feathering kisses from the bone behind your ear down the smooth side of your neck. “You keep disappearing into your head, don’t you feel me here?” His words timed to perfection as he pressed intently on that traitorous engorged area on your front wall, your clit jumping in time to the wriggle of your hips.

“I-I do! Kashi… this feels different.” He met your gaze with one full of love and understanding, the slight inclination of his head enough to demonstrate that he understood what you meant without you having to elaborate. It wasn’t going to end when you fell apart, there was something more and the anticipation was practically palpable in the bedroom you felt most safe and comfortable in.

His fingers sped up, widening within your tight cunt and you knew instinctively that he was doing his best to prepare you. Your eyes cast down the faint sliver of space between your torsos, mouth running dry at just how big he was, and you were expected to take him inside you. Trepidation mingled in your belly, but again your husband sensed it and acted to alleviate your concerns.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ve always promised you I would take it at your pace, haven’t I, my angel? You can take me because you were made for me. Everything about you compliments me and I hope you feel the same about me. Now, cum for me.”

How he could bring tears to your eyes at the same time as he pitched you into sweet freefall was a mystery – a Hatake secret – and one you’d never fully understand. 

The elastic band of tension pulled to almost breaking point before releasing it all at once. Your moans were desperate and honeyed, and the hand still wrapped around Kakashi’s cock tightened until you could sense the pulse beating through him. It was white hot yet refreshing; lips that murmured words you couldn’t quite hear and there was a new sensation that dragged deliberately across your skin. 

Metal - warm and polished - slid across the expanse of your stomach, the ring adorning his finger a symbol of your eternal commitment. For a moment you felt choked, the waves of your orgasm slowly lapping back and forth, mingling with the swell of emotions into a foaming mass of love and affection.

You watched through hooded lids whilst Kakashi gently removed your hand from him, kissing each of your knuckles with such reverence that your heart clenched and entwined your fingers by your head. Your eyes widened at the nudge of his cock caught against your folds, a sensation you had felt before but this time a shiver of pure carnal delight rippled down your spine.

“Breathe for me baby, it’ll hurt more if you tense or hold your breath.”

A puff of air exhaled through your nose, a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and you gave a swift nod of assurance. Your eyes remained glued to Kakashi’s handsome face, his hips angling and guiding himself until the hot throbbing tip of his cock could prod at your tight hole.

With slow, tentative rocking motions he breached the tight ring of muscles, your eyes squeezing shut and a hiss passing through your clenched teeth. The burn was more than you expected, it made you wriggle and a strong hand wrapped around your waist.

“Gotta stay still, it’s o-okay,” his voice pitched as if he too were struggling but for different reasons. The blush on Kakashi’s cheeks deepened, his brow pinched and sharp white teeth caught the edge of his lip. Oh, he looked too sexy like this. Barely containing his own need to ensure your comfort, it made you feel wanted and desired. 

“Kiss me, make me forget.”

You needn’t ask twice, your silver-haired husband pressed his lips to you in a tender dance. A gentle sway of your lips, tongues winding together like two cats rubbing against one another and you untangled your fingers to wrap around his neck. His hair was soft as always, thick and lustrous, you scratched lightly at his scalp and the keening noises he made for you loosened you up.

Halfway; he was almost halfway inside you now and whilst it still hurt, it was becoming more manageable. Your legs trembled, locking around his waist and as your ankles met at the small of his back, your hips tilted and he slid further home with an exalted grunt. Your stomach flipped, breath catching in the back of your throat whilst you adjusted to this new experience.

The fullness was exquisite, that sense of connection so bone-deep that it was hard to distinguish where Kakashi ended and you began. For long moments you simply stared at one another, at long last he was buried to the hilt in your core, and the eye contact alone made your heart hammer. Love and tender affection shone in the depths of his steel grey eyes, the slow flutter of his lashes hypnotising and magical. 

“Kakashi… love me.”

“I already do, and have for so long. I’ve waited for this day, wished for it a million times and still my wildest dreams couldn’t compare to how it feels being here right now.”

Kakashi slowly eased back, setting an easy pace whilst you chewed over his words. The inner romantic that only you knew intimately came to the forefront and you traced the curve of his jaw with your finger. Each lazy thrust made you moan, your face twisting into an expression of ecstasy that only fed Kakashi’s. Soon, it wasn’t enough and you needed him to do… something.

Your squirming returned, no longer contained by a strong palm, hands smoothing over his strong back and delving deep into his silver locks. Kakashi moved faster, his hips snapping against you and suddenly you were aware of the wet smack of skin on skin. It aroused you further and you pleaded for more, downright begged and he only smiled at you in response.

That lazy, all-knowing smile curled the edges of his lips and crinkled the corners of his eyes. It was all you could do to keep your own eyes open, and not roll them back to the depths of your skull.

“What is it, princess?” he asked, leaning down to smooth away the scrunch above your nose with his gentle kisses. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, eliciting a surprised groan from Kakashi, his eyes widening before narrowing on you. “Need more, don’t you?”

How could he possibly know? Of course he did, he was not oblivious to the way your cunt clenched tightly around his girth on each retreat of his hips. How your body jerked when the damp patch of coarse silver hair above his cock rubbed against your clit. The tight fit was perfection, you moulded to him exactly as he had hoped you would, and if you could read his mind right now, all you would hear would be his endless love of you over and over.

Biting your lip, you nodded, blinking slowly and trying to find the words you needed to make your desires known. They were there, sitting upon the tip of your tongue but a sweep of shyness prevented you from saying them.

“Use your big girl words… I know you can do it. Ask me for anything and I will deliver, you know this.”

“Harder,” you whimpered, twisting your head to avoid his eyes. Heat caressing your cheeks, neck and across your chest at your request. Kakashi wasn’t having any of it, gripping your chin gently and turning you back to him. There was no smirking or teasing, only reassurance and the soft press of his lips.

Your thighs tightened around his sides, adjusting to his harsher thrusts and your spine arched from the bed. Kakashi took the opportunity to run his hot tongue over the lace of your bra, teeth catching the pert bud whilst holding you tightly as he loved you wholly.

Sweat clung to your skin, sticking you to the man braced above you and you squealed when a particularly forceful slam knocked against that precious sweet spot deep within you. So close, it wouldn’t take much more and secretly Kakashi was elated. He had never worked harder to stave off his orgasm as he was right now and with you.

“Ka-shi! Oh…”

“That’s it, I’ve got you. Cum for me, cream around my cock, my princess, my wife!”

It was different; you could only draw one comparison to the other orgasms you’d experienced to date and that was the rush of heat that spread like an inferno from the pit of your stomach to every inch of your skin. Your walls pulsed incessantly, clinging to your anchor in this world and letting him protect you from the intensity of your feelings.

Tears stung your eyes but not from pain, you were overwhelmed and the sudden burst of warmth in the depths of your cunt only made you screw your eyes shut even tighter. Listening to the deep groans that resonated within the muscled chest pressed to your front, warm panted breathing tickling your shoulder and neck.

“Oh fuck, I–I love you so much. I can’t stop, never get enough,” Kakashi babbled, sounding intoxicated as he painted your insides white with his seed. He caught himself on one wrist, preventing himself from smothering you in his weight but his forehead dropped to press against yours.

You weren’t sure how many minutes passed before you were able to find your ability to speak, licking over your parched lips and groaning at the faint twitches of his softening cock still buried inside your accepting walls. A part of you never wanted this moment to end, fearful that it would never be this intense ever again, and you voiced your concern with trepidation.

“Will it always be like that or was it a one-time thing?”

Scared of the answer, you busied yourself with tracing intricate designs over the dips and valleys of Kakashi’s back. His quiet chuckle made you look up.

“I will do everything in my power to ensure you see the heavens each and every day, from this day forward…”

early mornings

— leon and you have some fun in the mornings, a blurb

contains nsfw content, 18+, MDNI

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you wake up to leon poking you from behind, not with his fingers or any of his other body parts. his morning wood was digging into the curve of your ass.

you groaned and buried your head into your pillow, feeling his breath fanning over the back of your neck. he always had morning wood, always. not a single morning when he wasn’t waking up horny for you. for any part of you.

you didn’t always have time, you were flattered that he still obviously found you attractive. it made you feel good, to have that pride that he most likely dreamed about you or that his body was still subconsciously attracted to you.

his arm was slung over your waist, you were only wearing underwear that you had thrown on. you mostly slept naked these days anyways. it wasn’t something you bothered with if most mornings your pjs would be gone anyways.

so you forged them until you or him change your mind. but you loved these mornings with him. feeling his boxer clad erection digging into your ass where he held you from behind, her his fingers held you close protectively.

you instinctively rubbed your underwear clad ass up against his boxer clad erection, waiting for him to wake up and deal with you like he did most mornings. your panties practically drooling with the thought of him just lazily fucking you like he did most mornings.

it was enough to put your gut into a tizzy, to make you want to pounce on top of him and ride him lazily until you both were moaning and sweaty messes.

he grumbles into your neck, “baby, stop.” he mumbles lazily into your neck as he breathes heavier, his hand pressing into the skin of your stomach. you swallowed and didn’t listen, instantly grinding your ass up against his erection again.

there he is, you think, about time.

he growls lowly against your neck, “you little…” he says in his rough sleepy voice, his hand going from your stomach down to the slit of your panties. he practically moans against the back of your neck as he finds a wet spot in the front of your underwear with his skillful fingers.

“always so fucking…wet, christ.” he mumbles against the back of your neck, “this all for me, baby?” he moves his mouth to the skin right below your ear. you whine and rub your ass up against his erection again, he hisses and spanks your underwear clad pussy. “enough, so impatient in the mornings.”

you whimper and move your thigh so he has more access, you like this. you like how lazy and simple it is in the morning. in the fog of sleep. how easy it is for you to just move your underwear to the side, let him take himself out and slip it out, slip it in. your mind only focused on his cock, his touches and how simple it is.

how effortlessly he can make you fall apart without much work at all. he doesn’t waste any time this morning either, pushing your underwear to the side and exposing your wet core. lightly rubbing the pads of his fingers through the arousal their with an amused noise.

he presses small kisses to the back of your neck and your hair, teasing you a little despite his impatience. he loved building you up and tearing you down again with his fingers, his touches, his cock. he delighted in knowing that he could do that.

even in the lazy haze of the morning with both of you half asleep and horny for each other.

he didn’t waste time again, pulling his boxers off of his legs and kicking them off from behind you on the bed, gently picking your thigh up and angling you gently so he could swipe his erection through your drenched folds. you whimper, “enough teasing.” and it practically sounds like a whine, your eyes fluttering open and shut delicately.

you could already feel the stretch when his head nudged at your drenched opening, his hand stroking lazily at the flesh of your thigh. he drifted it up to your breasts, palming them in his large hands. “mmm, so fucking wet for me baby. jesus.” he mutters into your hair as he slowly pushes the tip in.

you moan softly, just the tip stretching you and it’s already delicious, already making you feral and hungry. he groans again and pushed in slowly, your arousal letting him slip in with no prep.

no matter how many times you had taken him, let him stretch you out and bruise your cervix. you still needed him to prep you, but not now. not in these hazy mornings when you were practically dripping wet.

he let out a low groan, panting against your hair behind you, squeezing your breast as he hit the hilt inside of you. “so tight…fuck me…” he managed to get out, it sounded strained and like he was doing his best not to come from just slipping inside of you.

“leon…” you whined as you buried your head into the pillow, panting as you tried not to clench around him. you were just so full, half asleep and you were already cock drunk. he hadn’t even moved his hips yet, was just still and twitching inside of you.

“i know, babygirl. i’ve got you.” he muttered as he pressed a small kiss into your hair from behind, moving his hips. he drew out almost all the way and pushed back in, causing you to moan softly. his hand gripping onto your breast, kneading it gently.

the moans kept slipping from your slightly parted lips, your eyes fluttered open and shut. he rolled his hips and kept fucking you from where he laid behind you, rubbing his thumb over your nipple. “good fucking girl…fuck…so good.” he babbled against the skin of your neck as he propped himself up behind you on the pillows.

he pressed kisses to your neck and jaw as he kept rolling his hips, his hips hitting your ass with every thrust he made into your wet entrance, stretching you out deliciously with every move he made. you whined and moaned against the pillow, practically drooling onto it as he lazily fucked you.

your head was so fuzzy, so dazed and full. you could just die like this, stuffed to the brim with his cock and his fingers working over your chest like he was tuning an instrument.

“doing so good…my fucking…good girl…” he strangled out in between soft grunts against your neck, his mouth fanning there as if he forgot he was kissing it. his hands twisting and pulling at your sensitive nipples, making you whine and keel at his touch.

“leon…m’gonna cum…” you whine softly into the pillow, your eyes practically opening just to roll into the back of your skull. he moans in return, a low rumble against your neck as he slapped his hips harder against your ass.

stretching you out and filling you harder, determined to keep hitting that spot inside of you until you were both hot and sweaty. “so fucking tight, christ baby…your squeezing me…” he grunted as he moved his hand down and away from your chest, grabbing at the flesh of your thigh to open you up more.

you moaned loudly at the new angle, your head falling back against his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy. you could feel your heart race, your skin get hot. you knew you were close, that his touch and his cock was the one to get you undone so fast.

“right…there…mmm, please…wanna cum.” you babbled as you parted your lips in shaky shallow breaths as your chest rose and fell. he growled against your hair and practically had a white knuckled grip on the flesh of your thigh where he opened you up.

slapping of skin and heavy pants, moans and the swirling of arousal filtered through your shared bedroom as he kept thrusting into you from behind.

he was going to happily oblige you, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t. “gonna cum too baby, delicious fucking pussy…needed some cock to wake you up.” his dirty words went straight to your dripping cunt as it devoured his erection with every thrust.

“yes, yes…” you babbled as your eyes opened and shut in a lazy lustful way, drool leaking out of the corner of your lips. you probably looked absolutely wrecked but he took so much pride. the way only his cock and his touch, his words could make you look that way.

“come for me baby, milk my cock. milk it…fuck…like the good girl you are. let me feel you.” he managed to get out in between thrusts to your spot inside of you, the one spot that only he could reach. he was beyond coherent at this point, just like how you were.

he was just as absolutely wrecked as you were, you didn’t doubt it. even if you couldn’t look behind you to see it, you could just tell. you’d had sex with him enough times to know.

you didn’t even hesitate when that band snapped deep in your belly, coming all over his cock. your arousal spilling all over him and clenching around him like your body knew. like it knew that he was giving the command and that it was okay.

“oh..shit..fuck…” he grunted as he panted heavily against your hair, fucking you through your orgasm as he chased his own. his hand went back up from your thigh to your chest, squeezing your breast like a stress toy.

he chased his own orgasm as overstimulation set in, in your body. causing you to shake and writhe a little bit, small whimpers coming from your parted lips. “it’s okay…shh, i’m close…” he said into your hair, his low raspy timbre keeping you reassured.

and just with a few more frantic thrusts, he stilled inside of you and you heard him groan. his seed spilling inside of you, filling you up and making you his again. you could feel it, it was carnal and your body couldn’t deny him. you loved the feeling, the feeling of being filled with his cock and his seed.

just making you his in the simplicity of his movements. he panted heavily as you did, both of you coming down from your releases. he moved his hand away from your chest. rubbing his fingers in lazy strokes over your stomach. you tilted your head up to look at him from where it rested on his shoulder.

he looked down at you with his hooded blue eyes, dilated with the arousal that he was coming down from. “morning.” he said in a low voice, his cock still inside of you, just letting you be full for a little while longer.

“good morning.” you replied sleepily, your eyes opening and closing to take him in. he lowered his mouth to yours, pressing a soft but searing kiss to your lips.

and it was a good morning. every morning with him was, intertwined with him like a knotted rope that you didn’t want to undo. because together you fit so well, and why mess with the lazy imperfection when it suited you both so well in the first place?

an: god, would love to wake up like that. i’m sure ur guys horny asses can back me up on that one lol. this idea had been sitting in my drafts for so long so i just decided to finish it and give it to you guys. i’m almost finished with two oneshots out of the millions in my drafts. my requests take me the longest, especially with my new job. but i’m doing my best to get them done for you guys. my masterlist and taglist are linked at the beginning if they’re any interest to you. please reblog, like and interact. i love you all, kisses. xx.

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