Date Crasher

Trophy Father's Trophy Son

Summary: Six years after Leon left you for Raccoon City, he shows up on your doorstep. In his sudden appearance, he learns of yet another reason why he never should’ve left that day. 

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7 K Words

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of death, mentions of depression/burnout, swearing, mentions of trauma

Tags: RE4/DI Leon, Dad!Leon, happy-ending, Leon breaks down, but he also gets his happy-ending, not proofread!

A/N: I am finally back! I never want to experience another hurricane again :) anyways, this was another request. I put a bit of a spin on it, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Thank you all for supporting my work once again! <3<3<3! Song title from "Trophy Father's Trophy Son" by Sleeping With Sirens.

Six years. Six long, miserable years that seemed never-ending. Caught in a loop of trauma and loss, never once finding an ounce of peace, Leon wondered if he’d ever found a way to cope with what happened on September 28, 1998. He lived his life like a machine, oiling just enough to wake up in the morning before he’d eventually crash and break down at night. 

Six fucking years of living a life not for himself, keeping himself alive just to play the good agent. The best agent, willingly seated at the President’s beck and call, constantly wondering what would happen if he decided to swap out his usual, “Yes, sir” for one giant, “Fuck you.” Would they reprimand him, consider his work too valuable to do anything less than a mark on his record? Or would they bite the bullet and put on right through his skull, like he’d done to the countless innocents infected by corporations that lined the thick pockets of government officials and campaigners? 

Leon didn’t know anymore. Hell, did he ever really know anything in the first place, considering his memory always loved to backtrack just 24-hours before he would no longer consider himself a man. 

September 27, 1998. 

The day he walked away from you, watching you cling to the post of your family’s front porch, wailing in the rain as you begged him not to go. He could still remember the gut-wrenching feeling of getting in his car, sitting stiff in the driver’s seat as he tried to make up his mind on whether or not to leave you behind for Raccoon City. He’d been so excited to get the assignment, raving on for weeks about how he wanted to get the chance to investigate the Arklay Mountain murders. 

He’d barely graduated from the Police Academy back then, coming home to you with a much more muscular physique and a ‘good boy’ attitude. He’d matured more than you could’ve imagined in just a few months, and that included his view on your relationship. Leon would’ve dropped to one knee back then in an instant, if he thought you’d say yes. Which is what he thought you were going to say when he asked you if you were going to move with him. 

The breakup was inevitably coming, that much he knew by the way you faltered over your words and looked away from him. You were in your last year of college, and the university nearby didn’t offer a program for your major.

The guilt on your face when you’d declined still hurt him to this day, six years later as he sat beside Ashley Graham on the plane back home to the U.S. This last mission in Spain stirred up more emotions from the past than he was comfortable with. Seeing Ada again, the woman he’d tried to let distract him from his heartbreak only to end up hurt again when he thought she’d fallen to her death, brought him right back to that unlucky night. Learning Krauser, the man whose rigorous training had nearly killed Leon and given him a sense of purpose, had abandoned his morals and joined the enemy made him seriously wonder if the life he led would ever have its upturn. 

Watching Luis die, a man whose last minute efforts to be the good guy ended with a knife to his back, was what Leon considered to be the last straw. He couldn’t go on like this anymore. His life would not be reduced to following a “democracy” truly fueled by those who held the most cash in their pockets, not the people that resided within its borders. 

And for the first time in six years, the second he stepped off the plane and dealt with the hours-long debriefings and mandatory quarantine, he allowed himself to revisit the past. He hadn’t even gotten a full night’s rest before he sat at his kitchen table, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he wondered if this truly was the best idea. 

He wasn’t the same man that you remembered, the bright-eyed rookie long gone and leaving behind an emotionless husk held together by more glasses of whiskey than truly necessary. A workaholic, bordering on alcoholic, that refused to admit to himself or those around him that he was not okay. 

“Here goes nothing,” Leon huffed beneath his breath, brushing the blonde fringe from his eyes with a shaky hand. He opened up the civilian record system he wasn’t necessarily granted access to, having called in a personal favor with Hunnigan. Slowly typing in your first and last name, he scrolled through countless hits before he found you. 

You’d never left Boston judging by your driver’s license and voting records. You’d switched addresses a few times, having recently just moved to a better part of town within the last six months. He felt a twinge in his chest, the feeling unfamiliar to him, as he searched for anything that would cause his search to halt. Marriage licenses or divorce decrees were absent from your record, bringing a sigh of relief from his lips. 

Leon only let himself briefly glance at your tax returns to gauge your occupation before the guilt of diving too deep into his ex-girlfriend’s sensitive information began to make him feel nauseous. He clicked out of the program, shutting his laptop before he eventually decided to finally get some sleep. USSTRATCOM had so generously granted him a few days off after too many near-death experiences for one mission. 

He spent the first thirteen hours of his time off dead asleep, sleeping so deeply he didn’t even dream. And when he woke up, he booked the first flight to Boston. With only an overnight bag and your address scribbled on a sticky note, he made his way “home” for the first time since he’d left. 

And now, Leon sat in a rental car parked in front of the brownstone townhome, fingers drumming against the steering wheel as the minutes dragged on. He’d been sitting here for an hour, glancing back and forth from the bustling road to your front doorstep. What would I even say to her, he thought to himself as he leaned back in the driver’s seat, frown forming on his face. 

It wasn’t like he could exactly waltz up to the door, knock and say, “Hey, sorry I’ve been AWOL for six years. The government enslaved me, but I miss you and I want you back.” 

No, that wouldn’t blow over well. 

So now, he was left empty-minded and utterly petrified of your reaction. He wondered if maybe there was another man in your life, now. Or, if you had long closed the chapter of your life that included him and left the book on an old, dusty shelf in your mind never to be read again. Leon prayed, something he never did, that you’d find it in your heart to reread the story you used to love just one more time as he got out of the car. 

Slowly, he made his way up the concrete mat and onto the doorstep, taking in the painted door and double deadlocks. Smart girl, he mused internally before he took a shuddering breath. For a second, he thought about abandoning ship. You would never know if he just turned around right now and walked away, giving up all hope that he’d once again find happiness. It would be so easy. 

No, I need this. I need her. 

Leon knocked a few times before he took a step back, shoving his hands deep in the pocket of his windbreaker. He didn’t trust himself to wear another leather jacket, considering the one he’d worn and lost in Spain cost more than he was comfortable spending again. 

“Coming!” Your voice rang out from just behind the door, making his stomach twist and turn into knots. You sounded the same as you had when he’d known you, and it only made the nerves twisting in his stomach all the worse. 

He briefly glanced at the potted plant beside the door, making a mental note of it in case he lost the minimal lunch he’d eaten thanks to his nerves. His blue eyes, a duller blue than past versions of himself, flitted right back to the door when he heard the locks click. All the air in his lungs swept away with the afternoon breeze when it swung open, and your head popped out. 

The smile on your face stayed for only a few seconds before it dropped, leaving behind an expression he could only describe as utterly shocked. You blinked slowly, like you were trying to believe your own eyes as you opened the door slowly to reveal your full figure. 

You were the same height you’d been at twenty, but your curves were more prominent. You looked soft around the edges, just like he’d come to like over the years. And if anything, you were just as beautiful, if not more, than you were the day he’d left you and what remained of himself behind. 

“Leon?”

 Asking hesitantly, your words sounded airless and no louder than a hushed whisper. You looked him over from head-to-toe, making the seasoned agent squirm just a bit under your gaze. He’d been through bootcamp and bio-terroristic attacks, for fuck’s sake, yet the way you looked at him like you’d just seen a ghost made him feel like breaking. 

Leon licked his lips, looking down at his boots against the pavement as he tried to think of the best greeting possible. Something to ease you into his presence and not get himself kicked off your front porch. He settled on a simple, “Uh, hi.” 

You stepped out onto the porch, barefoot and in “lazy day” clothes as you looked up at him. You frowned, and he watched your eyes flit around his face. He could feel your gaze burn on the few beauty marks and moles he had, like you were checking their authenticity. 

“You’re.. God, I-” you stopped yourself, taking a deep breath. Leon could see the reels turning in your mind as you took a step closer, holding your hands out in front of you. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before you touched his arm. “You’re.. Alive?” 

That threw him for a loop, eyebrows furrowing as he looked down and felt your soft hands brush over the slick fabric of his windbreaker. He could feel your fingers, as warm as he remembered, press into him. “I, uh, yeah?” He let out an awkward chuckle, clearly not having expected this kind of reaction. 

Your frown deepened, causing him to mirror your expression as you tried to find your words. You stammered a bit, stringing words of surprise together before you could finally form a coherent sentence. “I saw the news,” you started, swallowing harshly. “That they’d bombed Raccoon City.. I thought.. I thought you were dead.” 

Oh. 

It made sense to him, now. The government had painted quite a perfect lie, sorrowfully reporting there were no survivors of the incident that flattened an entire US city in a matter of seconds. Of course, you would think he was dead. It was only natural. 

“That’s a difficult story to explain,” he murmured, fingers fidgeting inside his pockets before he pulled his hands out. He’d made it this far, so far, it was too early to throw in the towel. “I can try to explain, uh. Can I come in?” Leon gestured to the open door behind you. 

You winced a bit, face twisting into a look of discomfort as you sighed. “I don’t think that’s the best idea-” 

“Mommy?” 

A soft voice sounding from behind you snapped both Leon’s attention and yours back to the open door. He couldn’t see its owner until you quickly turned around, and the sight before him caused his heart to fall flat right out of his chest and onto the floor. 

A little boy, probably elementary school aged, peered curiously up at you then around you. He looked at Leon, child-like bewilderment evident as he rocked back and forth on the door ledge. He looked just like you, mixed with someone else also standing on this porch. 

“Scotty, baby,” you started, your back to Leon but unease clearly evident in your voice as you bent down to eye-level with the little baby. “I told you to stay inside, didn’t I?” 

“You left the door open,” Scotty giggled, like he found the situation to be funny as he looked around you again. “Who is that?” 

Leon swallowed as a small finger pointed right at him, shock and other emotions tormenting deep inside his chest. Of course, she has a kid, he internally cringed. If only he’d scrolled through your tax return just a bit more, he would’ve seen that you claimed a dependent and not found himself in this situation. He didn’t speak, only looking away from the boy and back to you. 

“This is one of mommy’s friends from work,” you lied perfectly through your teeth, ushering the boy back inside. “Now, go on. I’ll be back inside in a minute.” You shut the door behind your son once he reluctantly disappeared inside, your shoulders slumped. Turning back towards Leon, it was clear that you were bracing for the incoming questions. 

If the fact that the little boy had a few traits just like Leon didn’t tip him off, the name definitely would click something in the depths of his mind. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked back at you, and he could only ask one thing: “How old is he?” 

You sighed through your nose, wrapping your arms around your midsection as you stared at the ground. “He turned six in June.” 

June, Leon thought. He counted back on his fingers, mumbling out the months until he got to the ninth one. September. His trip down memory lane had turned into yet another day he could put on the calendar as “life-changing”. 

I have a son. 

The thought was fleeting, but it shook every inch of Leon’s core as he stood before you, frozen in time. Sure, at twenty-one he really hadn’t been the most responsible about “family planning” or even bothering to reach for a condom when the box was right on his nightstand, but he never would’ve thought that this would happen. 

And then the soul-crushing guilt came crumbling down on him. He’d left you for Raccoon City. When you were pregnant. With his child. 

“When did you find out?” His voice cracked when he asked the question, blue eyes stinging with the threat of a substance that hadn’t rolled down his face in what felt like years: tears. 

You bit your lip, looking back up from the ground and into his eyes. The apologetic look on your face only made him sniffle, confirming that Scotty was indeed his. “Two days after you left,” you whispered. 

“Why didn’t you try to find me?” Leon’s voice now sounded hurt. If only he’d known just two days earlier, he never would’ve left. Hell, his life may have turned out somewhat decent instead of the clusterfuck it currently was. Maybe, he’d still be a cop. “File for child support, something?” 

“Leon,” you let out exasperatedly. “I thought you were dead. I spent the entire nine months mourning you and trying to figure out what to tell him when he grew up and asked where his father was.” 

Leon ran a hand over his face, looking up at the sky as he tried to will the tears not to fall past his lashes. He couldn’t cry now, because if he did, he’d never stop. “I never should’ve left,” he whispered, taking a deep, controlled breath to try and get a grip on his emotions. “I should’ve just stayed there, with you.” 

You frowned and took a step towards him again, placing your hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort. “You can’t blame yourself,” you tried your best to give him some sort of ease. “You didn’t know. I didn’t know. That isn’t your fault.” 

Leon swallowed hard, finally looking back down at you. This time, he couldn’t stop himself from letting a few hot tears roll down his face. “I can’t even tell you what I went through,” he choked out. “And all this time, all these years, I had a kid? I had a family that thought I was dead?” 

When he started to tremble, it felt like a thousand needles had driven through your heart. Clearly, in your time apart, something had broken Leon. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace as you rubbed his back. “Hey, hey,” you whispered against his chest. “Shh, it’s okay.” 

His grip around you could be considered crushing as his forearms dug into your ribs, pulling you into him with all of his strength. You could feel his tears staining your shirt as he buried his face in your neck, hiding himself as he displayed his emotions for the world to see. 

“I have a son,” Leon choked out through his shuddering but soft sobs, words muffled by your skin. The pain cut deep through him, torturing him as he realized he’d missed six years of his child’s life. For all he knew at this moment, Scotty had grown up believing that his father was dead. Whether or not you’d told him the “truth”, the damage had already been done. 

“We have a son,” you corrected him softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as you held him in your arms. You didn’t know what to feel at that moment. The man you loved had suddenly reappeared, cheating death in your mind and abruptly entering your life. And before you could carefully tell him, the truth had been revealed. 

“You can meet him,” you started, still speaking in a soft, soothing tone as your lips pressed against the shell of Leon’s ear. “You just can’t tell him who you are, right now. We’ll figure it out as we go, okay?” 

He nodded against you, sniffling as he tried to reel himself back in. This was not how he’d expected this trip to go. But maybe, there was some light at the end of Leon’s tunnel, after all. 

“Shit, fuck, shit,” Leon grunted as he limped down the corridor of the airport, feeling every ounce of pain radiating all over his body. Not even seven hours after having gotten the tar beat out of him by Maria Gomez, and getting infected with the T-virus just to be vaccinated not long after, his body definitely wanted to give out on him right now. 

But, he didn’t have time to lay out on the floor and give his aching muscles a rest. He was already late, thanks to an unwanted delay in flight plans, and he had a forty-five minute drive to his destination. The event started in thirty minutes. 

The man didn’t bother to change out of his mission gear, instead abandoning his tactical vest and holsters in the backseat of his Jeep after he’d gotten his luggage. His beloved and dearly departed Ducati’s keys laid abandoned as well, a sore reminder of his short time in San Francisco. Leon sped out of the airport parking lot, taking off for the suburbs of D.C. with one thing on his mind. 

He didn’t even bother to tell you that he’d landed, instead doing as best as he could to get there on time. He owed it to you, and to Scotty, to at least show up for this. 

After getting caught in a roadblock, Leon did something he never thought he’d do. He’d flashed his DSO badge to the officer, mumbling something about “official business” that would definitely make his way back to his supervisor, considering he’d gotten out of a ticket for going 60 in a 45. But right now, he didn’t care. 

He finally pulled into the parking lot of the high school, circling around three times before he found a parking spot. He almost forgot to lock the Jeep as he rushed inside, making his way towards the gymnasium. They’d just cut off the lights, making it a lot harder to find you in the bleachers until he saw you waving your arms. 

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me, just gonna scooch past you real quick,” he spouted off to every person he cut in front of, inching his way down the row of plastic benches until he got next to you. Leon sat down with a huff once you’d moved your purse from the spot you’d saved him, resting his hands on his knees. “Did I miss anything?” 

“Nothing important,” your daughter, Bella, huffed as she scrolled through the phone she was always glued to. “Nothing but boring speeches so far.”

Leon reached out, yanking it from her hands and tucking it into his back pocket. He held a hand up when she tried to protest. “Ah,” he interrupted. “Pay attention. If I can make it, you can get off your phone for twenty minutes.” 

You laughed softly as she scowled and looked back towards the stage. Leaning against your husband, you interlaced your fingers with his. “How’d it go?” 

“Awful,” Leon grumbled, rubbing his shoulder with his free hand. “Don’t be surprised if I’m purple under my clothes.” 

Before you could reply, the principal took her place on stage again and announced the start of the senior class. After reading off names, she finally got to the K’s. You and Leon both leaned forward in your seats, eyes glued to the caps and gowns until you saw the head of floppy blonde hair making his way towards the podium. 

“Scotty Kennedy,” the woman announced. You could feel Leon squirming beside you, trying to hold in any noise until your son had actually accepted his diploma. “Following in his father’s footsteps, he will be attending the DC Metropolitan Police Academy in the Fall.” 

As soon as the diploma touched Scotty’s fingers, Leon leapt up from his seat. Usually not one to draw much attention to himself, this was definitely one of those rare moments he expressed his excitement. Using two fingers to whistle loudly, he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out towards the stage. 

“That’s my boy!” 

10:38pm • Simeon

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date Characters: Simeon x fem!reader Word Count: 1123 Warnings: explicit sex, unsafe sex, creampie, smut with no plot, writing smut attempt no.1 a/n: Hello hello! This is my first attempt at smut! It's likely not that great, but I hope you guys like it. >Masterlist<

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Hands drag from your chest over your stomach, sliding down your sides to squeeze and tug at your hips. You sit on Simeon’s lap, straddling his thighs and dragging yourself against his warm length. Hot breath fans across your neck, sharp teeth digging into the flesh of your shoulder to suppress a deep groan. His hips buck into yours involuntarily, chasing the feeling of your wet cunt rubbing over him. Your breath hitches when the head of his cock catches your clit, sending a bolt of pleasure up your spine.

It is well after 10pm. You and Simeon had retired to his room after dinner, but not until after Simeon had ensured that you two would have privacy for the night, the request earning a sly smirk from Solomon as he agreed. It started out as just cuddling as you listened to him talk about his day and his duties from Michael. But the way you looked up at him with your sweet eyes and soft pouting lips had Simeon leaning in closer and pulling you onto his lap. One thing led to another and now he’s panting beneath you, entirely enthralled by your perfection and beauty sitting above him, like his own personal deity.

Simeon lifts his head from your shoulder and rests his forehead against yours. A particularly hard roll of your hips sends a deep moan bubbling up his throat. You press your lips to his and swallow his noises, parting them briefly to invite him in. He licks into your mouth eagerly, forcing your tongues to dance together. Simeon’s grip on your hips tightens, wantonly moving you to grind against him even harder. His mind is hazy, filled with a deep desire to take you, to have you, to give himself over to you and your ministrations.

Without breaking the kiss, Simeon rolls you onto your back, caging you beneath him. His hands move from your hips down to your thighs, spreading them further. He parts his lips from yours and trails down to your neck. Simeon suckles at your pulse point, trying to leave a hickey there, trying desperately to mark you as his. Once satisfied, he bites down, earning a low moan. His lips and teeth on your neck leave a trail of bites and kisses that sting, making you drip with arousal. Simeon’s cock throbbed against your thigh, his need for you growing with every mewl that leaves your lips.

“My precious little lamb,” Simeon breathes against your neck, his hand on your hip tightening ever so slightly. “May I?”

“Of course, my love,” you whisper back to him. You slide your legs over his hips, urging him closer to your core, your arms circling behind his neck.

Simeon guides his tip to your entrance, slowly pushing into you. The feeling of him splitting you open had you keening against him. Simeon’s brow furrowed with the effort to not instantly start fucking into you, his low moan escaping at the way your velvety walls enveloped his length. You took a minute to adjust to his size before nodding at him to continue.

With a short exhale, Simeon draws his hips back, pulling out slightly before pushing back in. Whimpering, your legs tighten around his waist, tugging his hips back into yours. Simeon sets a steady rhythm, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. It’s been long since the last time you and Simeon had been intimate, both of you always preoccupied with your respective duties. This was a rare chance for you to be alone together and you were sure as hell going to savour each second you were together. Simeon let out a frustrated sigh.

“I’m sorry, lamb. But I need to go deeper.” Simeon pulls out before you respond, already repositioning your legs. Grabbing your hands, he makes you hold your knees to your chest, ensuring you stayed spread open for him. You both cry out at the new depth he reaches, the tip of his cock scraping roughly against your cervix. Simeon sets a rough pace this time, his cock fucking in and out of you harshly, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You can barely contain the sounds escaping your throat, Simeon’s own moans of pleasure mixing with yours. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

You were already close to the edge, Simeon’s thick cock tightening the coil in your stomach. Likewise, Simeon could feel his own orgasm approaching, the feeling of your sopping cunt clenching around him almost enough to drive him over. But he couldn’t come yet. Not until you’ve came. Not until you were screaming his name loud enough that even the House of Lamentations could hear you.

Simeon swiftly presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing rough circles into it. The sudden pressure against the little nub had you screaming, your orgasm hitting you almost instantly. Satisfied, Simeon helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling out and flipping you over onto all fours.

Simeon bent down and whispered into your ear. “Forgive me, my angel. I know you’re sensitive now. Just endure it for a little while longer.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before straightening back up. Holding your upper body down, he pulled your ass up and thrust back into your sensitive cunt, his cock bullying its way in and out of your cunt mercilessly.

Your walls fluttered around him wildly, another orgasm building sooner than you would’ve liked. Taking this as a warning, Simeon tried his best to speed up his already impossible pace. He could feel himself teetering on the edge. Rubbing at your clit once more, he urged your orgasm to crash over you. You clenched painfully around Simeon’s cock, the pressure of your orgasming cunt enough to throw him over as well. His hips stilled against your behind, the most sinfully angelic moan ripping its way through his throat as he spills his warmth into you.

Panting, Simeon finally pulls out of you, watching as a mixture of both your releases dribbles out of your precious pussy. He presses soft kisses against your back in an effort to soothe your sensitive body before he cleans you up with a damp towel. Settling back into bed, he pulls you into his chest, tugging the covers over both your shoulders.

“You did so well, little lamb.” Simeon kisses your shoulder as you lay in bed together, his hands rubbing random patterns into your skin. “So, so well, my angel.” You sigh tiredly as you lean your face back to look at him. Simeon leans in and moulds his lips to yours, a final and lingering show of affection before the both of you drift off.

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a/n: This was my first attempt at smut. I'm sorry if it's not all that great. But you know what they say! Practice makes perfect! I feel like this started out strong, really good but then just derailed and I'm lowkey sad about it lmao. But I couldn't fix it no matter how hard I tried.

Tags: @letgobro

Yandere Kakashi impregnating ophaned female student so they drop put of the ninja program and become his cute little house wife

tw: dub/noncon, age difference, manipulation, power imbalance, breeding, impregnation, domestication

All characters depicted are 18+

Kakashi usually doesn't get too invested in his students, seeing it as dangerous to become too close with someone who could die in battle anyday, but when Kakashi gets a student that is not only adorable, but has no parents or family to depend on for guidance, Kakashi becomes very invested in this cute little student of his.

He wants to take advantage of her almost right away, and worming his way into the life of someone as vulnerable as an orphaned young adult isn't very difficult, not to mention he's able to use his position as her teacher to get her alone without drawing much suspicion.

Kakashi will start off slow, taking her to his home under the guise of a private training lesson, eventually sitting her down on his bed and beginning to touch her body over her clothes while complimenting her curves and her cute face.

She's obviously uncomfortable with his advances towards her, but Kakashi is easily able to talk her into things, using the lack of affection she's had throughout her life to manipulate her into allowing what he's doing. But regardless of her answer, he's taking what he wants anyway.

"Don't worry, this is a normal thing for teachers to do... now be a good little student and let me give you a nice, long anatomy lesson..."

Once he eases himself inside of her, he'll start moving, thrusting his cock in and out of her virgin cunt while she squirms and writhes underneath his bigger body, occasionally whispering words of comfort and encouragement when she's struggling too much to take him fully.

He's definitely going to cum inside of her, and multiple times at that. Kakashi wants to make sure that she belongs to him forever, and the best way to ensure that is to fill her up and make her carry his babies.

It'll take him hours before he's finally done with her, tucking her fucked out and barely conscious form into his bed and letting her rest before making the arrangements to have her removed from the Shinobi program, there's no place for a pregnant woman in such a dangerous profession after all.

Once she's broken settled into her new life as his submissive housewife, he'll keep giving her "lessons", since he wants to ensure that she'll stay happy and obedient, and he'll be able to get off whenever he wants by using her as a means to do so.

"Good girl! See? I told you this would be an easy lesson. I'm sure you'll make a good little mommy for our children, won't you..?"

Kakashi enjoys his new life with his adorable little housewife, he finds it troublesome to do cooking and chores after missions, so luckily he can rely on her for all those girly things from now on.

Giving Him Head & making him cum more than once

Re4, gaming boyfriend! Leon Kennedy

Sypnosis: Leon is gaming with the squad and he makes a excuse he has to take a important call, but in reality your sucking him off under the desk and he can’t control himself thats why he stayed AFK in the game for a long time. You decide to make him cum more than once in different ways like jerking him off, sucking him off, and riding him. He promised to give you attention earlier but he hopped on his game so you try and force him to give you attention which you got.

Cw; oral (m! receiving), reader jerking him off, p in v, cowgirl kind of? (riding him in his gaming chair), some praise, aftercare at the end, MDNI !!

A/N: I don’t know if it’s good the way this fic was made, but I tried to do something different since I haven’t posted for you lovelies in a while! Feel free to send requests in but I still need to make rules for em’, but its okay as long as it isn’t anything really bad like fucking vile and sick…

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You were under his desk unzipping his pants as he tried to keep his calm while playing a game with the gang (Carlos Oliveira, Claire Redfield, Jill Valentine, and Chris Redfield) but it was getting harder to focus due to you taking all of him in your mouth, “G-guys I gotta take a call…O-oh Shit-“ Leon said as he muted his mic fast, he threw his head back. His hand in your hair guiding your movements as his mouth hung open letting out soft moans.

The others in the group kept talking about your boyfriend and their friend Leon joking around that he’s probably getting it from you instead of taking a call, which he was but they could never know that. “Fuck…Take it all baby.” He pushed your head down on his cock making it hit the back of your throat, and you could feel his balls pushing against your jaw as he came inside you. You lapped up every last drop, closing your lips firmly over his dick and bobbing your head slightly in time with each thrust, swallowing every last inch of him.

“Mmm fuck…” Leon groaned out, pulling at your hair and trying to bring your mouth away from his dick while you still had some in your mouth, “Please…let me cum again…please…” He begged, “Please….baby please...” You nodded and pulled off of his cock, starting to jerk him off and you could look into his dark blue eyes filled with lust, “Please…fuck fuck fuck- don’t stop…” His hips bucked into your hand as his orgasm came flooding in.

“Yeah…Fuck yeah…like that baby…yeah…” Leon said breathlessly. You leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, which made it twitch and you let out a small laugh as your index finger grazed over it before tracing the veins of his cock, It pulsated under your touch as your thumb rubbed across his cock in circular motions while his breathing started picking up again “Fuck- baby I’m gonna cum…again~!” He said panting between words, “Fuck…oh God…” Leon grunted as his orgasm took over. You mouth off of his cock and head away as your hand covered the tip of his dick as cum shot out, honestly it was unintentional to not tell him that you were going to plan on making him cum again.

You started jerking him off again using his own cum as lube, as he tried to continue to play his game yet he couldn’t help but let out some interesting sounds while playing the game he bit his lip to try and keep quiet but you were too quick for him, your hands were going at a fast rate he couldn’t handle such pleasure.

Leon’s breathing get heavier, you could smell his sweat as well as his sweet cologne “Ah fuck…you…baby you do that shit so good…” He whimpered, arm over began to cover his mouth as he looked look down at you, whilst your fingers gave him the time of his life as you fucked him relentlessly. He watched you through hooded eye as you continued to work his cock until you took off your pants revealing your dripping cunt before you rode him. Leon groaned out loud watching the way your legs wrapped around him and the way you ground your pussy onto his cock while he continued to thrust into you.

Your fingers worked at the base of his shaft, rubbing it in circles while keeping you bobbing his cock as you fucked him faster than you ever have. His breathy moans turned to low guttural grunts as he came and your hands fell to the side while your body went limp with a few moans escaping your lips. Your chest heaved with your heavy breaths, Leon watched you for several seconds before moving his hands from where they sat on the edge of the desk and grabbed your ass giving it a hard smack that was surely to leave a reddened mark. Squirming underneath him with your back arching letting out sweet moansof pleasure.

“Oh my gosh- I’m so close Leon…” You whined.

“Come for me baby~” Leon hummed.

You panted and writhed underneath his hands, your legs moving in a frenzy as you came once again. You cried out and Leon held you in place by digging his thumbs into your hips, “You’re mine now…” He growled out before kissing your neck deeply.

You rolled his tongue on your skin earning a whine out of him “Oh god…” Leon mumbled feeling you clench around him.

Thrusting deeper into you releasing deep inside you, “Mmm fuck…” Leon whispered while panting into your ear, your head falling back as you tried your hardest to catch your breath.

Leon let you go slowly and you held onto him panting trying to regulate your breathing as you felt him start to pull out of you, “Shit...fuck- m’ sorry…” He sighed, “Are you alright baby?” He asked while grabbing at some tissues to clean you both. You gave him a little smile and nodded. After you both cleaned up and got dressed, you headed back to lay in his bed and watched him as he finished up his game. As soon as Leon put his game down he curled into you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“You really don’t like when I play games and don’t give you the attention you deserve, babe?” Leon murmured. You smiled lightly, stroking your fingers through his hair, “Well I suppose there’s something wrong with loving you a little too much.” Leon chuckled warmly and kissed the underside of your jaw softly.“Maybe you just want someone who cares enough about you, to show you they love you more than any games..” You hummed softly, running your hand up his shirt sleeve to rest against his bare arm.

Leon moved his body closer to yours and pulled you closer to him, “And I care about you a lot.” He added.

You smiled into his hair and ran a hand through his hair enjoying the feel of his soft, silky hair against your skin “Yeah...I love and care about you too babe.”

Water Wrinkles

Seven demon brothers sat solemnly in a circle around you. You did your best to ignore them. It wasn't often that you got to spend time at the human world villa, and you were intent on soaking up as much sun as you could before returning to the Devildom.

You reclined your beach chair back, crossing your arms under your still-wet hair. It was a gorgeous day. Perfect for being at the pool.

Leviathan let out a muffled sob. As the demon with the highest affinity for water, he blamed himself.

"Let us take you to a hospital," Satan insisted for the tenth time.

"They're going to laugh us out of the ER," you nonchalantly repeated.

Satan lowered his eyes and muttered, "I couldn't find any traces of a curse in the water... So how...?"

Asmodeus had his head in his hands, unresponsive. Sometimes his fingers curled around the ends of his hair. You briefly glanced over to make sure he didn't pull his hair out - that would be grounds for a real emergency.

"I can't bear to watch. Lucifer, do somethin'," Mammon whined. He was fidgeting all over the place and winced whenever he looked at your feet.

The oldest glared at you. You knew it was out of concern, but his fears were unfounded. Even Lucifer refused to listen to reason when he thought you were in danger.

"Actually, yeah. Lucifer, can you pass me a towel?" you asked. It was embarrassing having seven shirtless demons intensely staring at you. If they wouldn't let you go back in the water, maybe covering up would make you feel less self-conscious.

Lucifer didn't move. It was Beelzebub who plucked a spare towel off his younger twin and handed it to you with a shaking arm. He looked like a wet puppy, having been the one who first discovered your "condition" and swept you out of the pool.

Belphegor hadn't gone in the water that day. He only hogged the plush towels because of how comfortable they were and, following Beelzebub's lead, dumped them all onto your chair. Now he sat, wide awake. He was anxiously squeezing a loose chunk of concrete but at some point, without realizing, it got crushed to powder in his hand.

You had more than enough towels now.

"In half an hour you're going to forget this all even happened," you said to reassure the worry warts.

"In half an hour, you might be gone!" Mammon snapped back.

"You're going to be a wrinkled mess of skin and bones," Asmodeus weeped quietly.

Leviathan pressed his hands over his ears. Though, with nothing to cover his eyes he was forced to look at your wrinkled hands again. Based on the noises he was making, you'd think someone was torturing him.

"As I've said!" you reiterated. "All humans get wrinkly in water. Look, now that I'm drying off it's going back to normal."

Beelzebub grabbed your ankle, raising it for the brothers to observe at eye level. "I don't see a difference."

You didn't expect the sudden manhandling and slunk several inches down the lounge chair while the demons stared at your foot. Kicking and twisting your leg was futile. You modestly crossed your free leg.

"I think it's getting worse," Satan said.

"We need to take action," Lucifer decided.

Asmodeus was actively quivering now. Belphegor and Leviathan had crept behind you and started picking at your wrinkly fingers. You tried to swat them away to no avail.

"Give me 25 minutes! Literally! Probably even less, this will go away on its own! I just need to dry off."

"We need a solution now," Mammon asserted. The cogs in his brain were turning. "We need fire."

You tried to sit up, to jump up and stop Mammon before he burned the whole villa down in an attempt to dry you off, but Beelzebub had not let go and you stumbled. You grazed your knee on the concrete and winced.

A second round of panic overcame the demon brothers. Beelzebub let go, Lucifer picked you up, and Belphegor wrapped your knee with every available towel he could lay his hands on. Asmodeus and Leviathan were crying on each other's shoulders. Mammon came running back, oblivious to the second disaster that just occurred, with a flaming stick in his hand that Satan tried to keep at bay. If you got burnt on top of everything else, they'd probably go insane and destroy the human world.

In the midst of the chaos you caught a glimpse of your hand. It was practically dry. You couldn't even see the wrinkles anymore. You angrily wiggled in Lucifer's grasp as various hands fussed over you.

"Stay!!" you shouted over the clamor.

The brothers went tumbling to the ground, save for Lucifer who fought to stay rooted in place. You could finally hear yourself think again. There was primarily one thought on your mind.

"I just want to go swimming."

Happy Father’s Day

Pairing: ID! Leon S. Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Warning/s: 18+ SMUT MDNI, p in v, unprotected sex, BREEDING, rough sex, creampie, mating press, praising, cockwarming, lmk if i missed anything

Note: It’s father’s day and Leon is the only daddy I know 🤪 sorry this is probably unhinged I just had to write this out rq sorry if its short- and i just HAD TO USE THIS GIF BECAUSE DADDY– also my breeding kink going brrrrr

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

You and Leon were once again entangled on the bed. His muscles tensed under your every touch, breathing becoming uneven and the grunts falling from his lips and yours- along with the hot sloppy kisses you shared.

“Are you really this needy?” He jokes, a little breathless as he sat up on his knees while you were all splayed out in front of him, the sight making him want to bury his throbbing cock inside of you already.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you stared him as he knelt before you, light sweat drenching both of your bodies but the glow of the afternoon sun hitting him–

It made him look like a fucking god.

But you had something else in store.

The moment Leon’s cock finally sinks in your drenched cunt, both of you moan out in pleasure as Leon supported himself to hover above you, your legs simply locking around his waist as he fucks you in missionary.

“So needy… squeezing me so tight already..” He chuckled, those blue eyes of his never leaving your face as he studied you with every slow thrust he gave.

You bit your lip and laugh with a slight heat to your cheeks.

“I just missed you..” You whisper against him as he moved his hips at a gentle pace. It was killing you. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you till next week but no– this time you’d take your time, especially with what you had in store.

Leon probably didn’t have a clue what day it is, nor did he even care to as he was buried deep in you, but you knew.

Father’s Day.

Of course the two of you had talked about kids before but with your busy jobs, especially his, it was hard to find time to actually try for one. The two of you had been married for about three years now, settled into your new home and whatnot.

But you’ve seen the way Leon would watch as you two simply walked down the street and he’d spot some parents in the park- or anywhere really- playing with their children, picking them up, witnessing them with the brightest look on their faces.

While Leon looked like he longed for something like that, now with you on the picture. He wanted to have a family, with none other than you. His wife. But his job was a pain in the ass.

You wrap your arms around Leon’s neck, grazing your lip against his skin as you left hot open mouthed kisses, making him groan and put his chest flush against you as his movements slowly began to increase, making you moan out his name, hands tugging on his hair as your eyes rolled back.

The feel of him throbbing and dragging in and out of your soaked walls only made you want it more. Your hands now snaked over his back, pushing his hips down further against you.

Leon felt you clench around him and he chuckled lowly. “God- you- fuck..” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because your cunt was pulling his cock in so deep.

“Shit..” He breathed out as he stared at you with a light furrow to his brows before his eyes closed shut momentarily. “I’m not gonna last long with you doing that- ah..”

That was the plan.

You moaned as his pace finally increased as he sat upright back on his knees, holding your legs apart as he snapped his hips against yours making your body jolt and his hand instantly reaching for your tits, cupping it with his hand and squeezing.

“So fucking beautiful.” He uttured underneath his breath as he went back to grab at your hips to steady himself as he pounds into you. Him lifting your hips up, making him hit a new angle that had you seeing stars and grasping at the sheets.

“Leon- oh fuck yes just like that.” You whine.

The way you were reacting to him as he fucks you never gets old. It was like the first time all over again and he grunted in response, working harder and pressing you against the mattress. His finger slipped in between your legs to rub against your clit.

“O-oh fuck..” You whine out, arching your back as Leon worked for both of your orgasm.

You almost get sidetracked as you could feel him already twitching inside you.

“I’m close sweetheart, need you to cum for me, yeah? I just need to feel you cum for me..” He whispered, leaning back down to lazily kiss you, tongues meeting sloppily as you moaned against the kiss.

You were close, he was too.

Your mind was already buzzing, eager to experience that high but you still had to act. “L-Leon- Leon..” You call out for him in between pants as you held onto his strong arms.

“Y-yeah sweetheart? Fuck I’m so close..” You hear him say but your next words stunned him.

“C-cum inside me..”

Leon’s hips stuttered as he stared at you wide, pupils dilated as he gripped a little too tight on your thighs. “H-huh what..?”

“P-please Leon..” You begged. “F-fill me up.. w-wanna have kids with you..” You were starting to get lost in the pleasure as you rambled on about having kids with him and you wanting him to stuff you full of his cum.

Leon’s brain buzzed and it felt like a switch had been turned on that had his nerves setting aflame as he let out almost a growl.

“Fuck, sweetheart..” He was still holding back from folding you and fucking you until you were dripping of him as he tried to gather himself. “Y-you want this? You want me to cum inside you? Fuck a baby into you? Holy- fuck- shit..” His mind was racing.

You couldn’t respond further but you tried as you nodded desperately. “Yes- Yes Leon!”

“Fuck- thank you sweetheart- gonna cum inside you-“ Leon couldn’t believe it- the tiredness was washed out of his body, replaced by the need to shoot his load in you, his eyes glued to your belly, his mind already engaged in scenarios of your baby bump growing and he lets out a loud grunt of exertion.

His newfound energy being put to good use as he suddenly lifted your legs up, folding you, his arms grasping at the back of your knees as he held you in place as you continued to clench around him.

“Thank you baby- fuck I’ve wanted this for so long..” he managed to groan out as he fucks even deeper inside you. “I’m gonna make you a fucking mommy- you’re gonna be so good…”

All you could do was moan out your replies as he talked to you that way, the coil in your stomach bound to snap. “Leon- I’m so close- p-please..”

“Hold on, sweetheart… wanna do it together..” he breathily says as he leaned down and captured your lips, you kissing back without thought.

“A-alright come on- let go for me sweetheart- fuck! I’m- ah fuck cumming!” He moaned in your ear as his whole body stilled, his thighs shaking a little as he finally came inside you, the feeling making him dizzy a little.

When it did, you cried out in pleasure as your body spasms against his. “Yes- oh yes..” You chant out along with his name as you held him close, rolling your eyes back as he twitched inside you, spilling the last of his hot ropes in your walls.

It took a while as Leon grunted in your ear, breathing out and leaving a kiss on your neck as he shuddered at the sudden sensitivity of his cock.

“That- thank you sweetheart..” He whispers, chuckling as he carefully tried to pull away but you shook your head and held him in place as you bought your legs down.

“O-oh? You want me to stay inside you..?” Leon asked, you really never failed to take his breath away.

With your mind clouded with pleasure, you nod and he shakes his head with a smile, brushing stray hairs away from your face as he was careful to lay beside you whilst keeping himself sheathed inside you as he lets you hike your leg around him. Both of you catching your breath and Leon still couldn’t believe what happened.

“Did you really mean that..?” He asks once his breathing calmed down as he looked at you intently. You blinked up at him and nod, leaning in and kissing his jaw as you snuggled against him, the feeling of being so full of him making you sigh in content. “Yes, I did..”

Leon broke out into a wide grin, sending a kiss to your forehead as he pulled you closer. It seemed like every worry slipped away from him in that moment at the thought of finally getting to have this with you. “You’re amazing..” was all he managed to say as he let his lips linger against your head.

Tiredness was seeping into you as your eyelids droop close, not without you saying one last thing to Leon.

“Happy father’s day, honey.”

Succor

Sanemi x F!Y/N

I'm feeling horny and sad, so here's a horny and sad comfort one-shot I had queued, and I know y’all love some soft Sanemi

CW: hurt/comfort; mentions of death? explicit sexual content, creampie, emotional sex/love-making, crying. MDNI.

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He comes back bruised, beaten, and bloodied, but he comes back alive; and that’s all that matters.

But he comes back a little more broken, and Y/N can see it in his eyes; can see that his head and shoulders hang limp under what is undeniably the crushing press of guilt.

There was a loss of life on this mission. Whether it was one or many does not matter because Sanemi will bear the entirety of its weight, and she will lose another piece of him to this war they wage on behalf of humanity.

So when he shuffles through the shoji door of her estate and drops his head into the crook of her shoulder, she wraps her arms around him and holds him close. She holds him tight, and maybe it’s because she’s trying to keep him together when she knows that he is about to fall apart.

And when his arms encircle her waist and crush him to her, and his lips find the side of her neck as he whispers, I need you, Y/N lets him have her completely.

She lets him tug open the sleeping kimono she wears before undressing himself and allows him to lower her to the unmade futon on her bedroom floor. She lets him kiss her soft and needy, while he wraps his arms around her waist and holds her impossibly tight against him as he slides into her with a soft groan.

Sanemi has lost today, and she knows that he needs to feel her in his arms, to know that she’s safe, and still here and breathing with him until the screams in his head subside.

She locks her legs firmly around his waist to hold him to her as he rocks his hips against hers, slow and steady. Her white-haired lover hardly pulls himself out, instead content to grind up into her core because he needs to feel as close to her as possible. But she cannot help but cry out from the friction that is becoming too much to bear, and she feels Sanemi pick up his pace, his hips moving a little harsher, his length dragging in and out of her more hurriedly, and Y/N clamps her teeth down around his clavicle. She knows that he is doing this now solely for her benefit, but tonight isn’t about her; it’s about him, and he needs to be comforted.

So, with great effort, she slides her hand down the rippled expanse of her lover’s back until she comes to his firm backside and presses down, limiting the push and pull of his hips until he slows back to that needy grind against her.

In her ear, Y/N hears Sanemi’s strangled moan of gratitude as he resumes the languid roll of his groin into hers. Y/N’s hand slides back up to grip his hair, tugging lightly until he removes his face from where it has been buried in her neck so that he can meet her eyes.

The lilac irises she loves more than anything in the world are filled with such exhaustion and grief and love that it causes something inside of her to break, and her eyes become mirrors of his own. Before she knows it, they are both crying because they are both so damn tired of having to sacrifice their comrades for every demon they manage to kill.

But Y/N can do nothing but wrap her hand around the base of his neck and pull him down to kiss her, to swallow the broken sob that bubbles up in his throat as his mouth moves desperately against hers.

“It’s okay,” she whispers against his lips as she breaks away to pant, a familiar heat beginning to coil in her belly as Sanemi continues to grind deliciously into her. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

The muscles in Sanemi’s arms flex as he tightens his vice-like hold around her waist, melding every inch of Y/N’s skin into his own as he rolls his hips harder against her. He buries his face back into the side of her sweat-dampened neck, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her sides. Suddenly, Y/N feels herself clench tightly around him and she cries out, her vision going white as she comes apart beneath him, thrashing against the blankets while her thighs spasm around his hips. Her back arches sharply, somehow pressing her harder against him, and Sanemi cries out her name in a broken shout. He comes and she loves him, and she loves him, and she loves him.

He collapses against her, and Y/N thinks she could die happily crushed beneath the full weight of her lover’s body. She almost cries again when he moves to pull out of her, wincing at the empty cold that fills her, leaving her only with the sticky warmth of their mixed pleasure between her thighs.

But Sanemi does not move off her completely. Instead, he shuffles himself down between her legs until his head comes to rest against her stomach, his arms still wrapped around her as they lay on her futon, both still panting as they calm their breath. Y/N’s fingers move on their own to stroke his mop of white hair as it rises and falls against her belly with each breath she takes. He presses sleepy kisses against the soft of her belly and nuzzles his face against her sensitive flesh; and though she can feel his hot seed beginning to ooze out of her, this somehow feels more intimate.

“Stay here with me tonight,” she murmurs, fingers lightly scratching along Sanemi’s scalp as he hums in contentment against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”

Sanemi does not answer her, instead just settles harder against her, and she knows that he won’t argue; he’s feeling far too vulnerable to pull away from her now.

Though the enormity of the night’s casualties still threatens to suffocate him, Sanemi thinks it might be a little easier to breathe now that he’s here, with Y/N warm and soft and alive beneath him.

And so, Sanemi sleeps.

hi omg so i was going thru ur porn links thingie and i went thru some of the accounts bc im so desperate to find anything leoncore and omfg. this one. this fucking ONE. screams damnation leon!! the stubble, the pussy eating, like hes so teasing with it...

https://x.com/drxppers/status/1711019131510673437?s=46&t=L4oOiCypwNn12EbIiZKZDw

the stubble ESPECIALLY gives me damnation leon vibes bc hes so slutty in that movie. and we all know leon would eat pussy till he DIES !!! i just had to share omg

Leon's prn link pt.3

Aaa, I was very happy to see that y'all supported by sending their favorite videos so that they can be in the publication, don't stop doing it!! I will be adding them since the videos I have are quite a few and there will be a part 4, stay tuned, ily'all ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

TW: explicit sexual content, links of p0rn videos, AGAIN sorry leon i love you but never is enough ‹𝟹 In case you have problems opening the links and they appear non-existent, remember that you have to log in twitter with an account first yo watch they!!

LINK 1 — OKAY, this video honestly gives me leon re2r vibes, there will really be a lot of it in these following links because there is a lot to talk about. Starting with the amount of semen he releases when he fucks you, especially because once he is between your walls, he can't help but cum very easily. Feeling how your pussy receives him generates too many sensations and soon you have him whimpering and hitting harder, the white ring surrounds your crying cunt while you, unable to take it anymore, ask him to please stop. But, come on, the boy is more focused on watching you swallow his cock and cumming again every time than on anything else. It's primitive, just think about filling you up, and maybe, if you let it, give you a beautiful swollen belly in nine months.

LINK 2 — Hablando de llenarte y dejarte un hermoso regalo en tu vientre, en este video vemos a un lindo y duro Leon siendo papá, cuidandote y ayudandote a alivianar tus cargadas tetas de leche materna, la cual si bien utilizas para alimentar a su hermosa creacion, también usas para lubricar su pene y sus bolas que se sienten llenas con ganas de soltar parte de su caliente leche sobre su hermosa mami. Él sabe que te duelen y necesitas descargarte, es demasiado para ti y Leon es un padre tan dedicado, realmente te ayuda en todo momento. Hasta en los mas calientes.

LINK 3 — Leon is a compulsive pussy eater, we all know that. And I loved this video because the shirt he's wearing reminds me a lot of the one he's wearing in re4r???, adding those strong arms that hold you up while you try to balance sitting on his face while he fucks you with his tongue. Eating you is useful for everything, to relax, to have fun, to savor you; he could easily do it all day. You are his favorite food.

LINK 4 — god this video almost made me cry because i thought too much about re2r. The spasms in his body, trying to contain his hands to take out his cock and masturbate as he likes so much. However, you have your fingers squeezing the head of his painful dick, bringing him to orgasm while you leave kisses on his neck and lips, although he is entranced enough to not stop drooling like a fool. I love how his body looks like Leon from this version, it's still not that muscular Leon, but rather a soft and moldable one. And the soft beauty hair that forms the happy trail drove me CRAZY, fuuuuuckkkk. Not to mention being able to stroke him so well, he is soft but he is a complete big boy, and being able to massage his entire cock with his balls even in it must be a blessing.

LINK 5 — This is brought by anon, and the truth is I have nothing more to say because you said it all!! I would like to add that I also get Leon from ID vibes, and it's too hot because that Leon is definitely on another level. So watch the video with whoever you like the most in mind ;)

Mr. Parasite

Dark!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, dark!Leon, stalker!Leon, daddy kink, non-con touching, dub-con, DARK content, kidnapping, stalking, drinking, perv!Leon, choking, fingering, threats, dracryphilia, watching porn, masochism, mentions of knife play, unhinged behavior, p in v, creampie, reader is 18+, horror movies, takes place in the 90s yikes

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. A handsome stranger approached you -you never caught his name. But his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile made your belly feel even warm. When he sat by the pool to watch you swim you got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned. Sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped. 

Wrote this while listening to Parasite by Siiickbrain.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ♡ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ When you heard the man come back into the motel room you lifted your head from your knees.  You had curled up in the very corner with your back to the wall for security. The stale air of the room burned in your nostrils. Your eyes were itchy and red from crying. 

A week ago you were on a family vacation, a roadtrip through different tourist traps and landmarks. A week ago you were grumpy in the back seat, staring out the window at the endless stretch of dry, caramel colored desert on either side of you. Wishing you were back home with your phone cord coiled around your finger. Giggling with your friends on your messy bed, doodling hearts in a dELIA*s catalog. Wishing you were back on the lip of the tub painting your toes, as you waited for your annoying kid brother to get off the tv. 

A few days ago you had snuck out with a bottle of smirnoff and your new bikini to the motel pool. The cool night air had lapped at your skin, made you feel tingly and warm when the alcohol hit your belly. A handsome stranger, he never said his name, came up to you with his slight drawl, a head of blonde hair and a red blooded smile. It made your belly feel even warmer when he sat by the pool to watch you swim. You got sloshed way quicker then you’d planned, sipping in between shy glances and giggles. It felt nice to have an older guy look at you like that. With interest, with something like desire. 

Until you woke up in his motel room, kidnapped. 

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Leon took a seat on the edge of the bed looking down at you. “You’re really such a cutie. Can’t tell you how much fun I had taking you away from mommy and daddy. I’m sure they're all worried sick, probably calling the police or something.” He leaned down to your level, making you jerk back. “Do you think they’ll bring the police dogs trying to sniff out your scent? Do you think they’ll go ‘arf! arf!” He sneered, cooing at you condescendingly. 

Your eyes widened then narrowed at him. Even though tingling fear washed over you, you grit your teeth. “Sick bastard.” 

Leon grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it so you faced him. “Aw, is the little princess getting upset with me? You can try to hurt my feelings but you can’t say I’m not a fun sick bastard. How else am I supposed to get my kicks if I don’t kidnap little bitches like you?” he played up his mocking words with a sinister chuckle. “Now get over here and let daddy have his fun.”

Your hands were shot out to hold your roots as he dragged you up to the bed by your hair. Wincing hard, you glared at your kidnapper. You wanted to spit in his damn face, feeling stupid for not realizing how empty his eyes were back at the pool “Daddy? You’re fucking gross.”

“Hey calm down now, princess. I think you need to listen to what daddy’s telling you. You don’t want him to get angry, do you?” Leon reached down to push you back onto the bed, looming over you. “This won’t take long, I promise I’ll take you home, so behave, okay?”

You scoffed at him, a paper tiger flashing its teeth at him. You were shivering in your white bikini, the fabric was tacky and uncomfortable from a week of wearing it. Your skin felt cold and dingy. You scurried back on the bed when he tried to lean over you. Your heart pounding hard in your chest. 

“Now, now princess.” Leon chided, grabbing your arm and pulling you close so he could sit his entire weight down on your legs. “I need cooperation, so don’t go wasting daddy’s patience by being difficult. Just lay down, sweetheart. Don’t be scared, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad or anything.” 

A lie. A total lie. A buzzer in the back of your head was going crazy, alarm bells ringing off. This guy was a complete and utter liar. His deep voice smooth as leather as he pretended to be soothing.  He tipped your chin with his hand to divert you as he pulled down your bikini top. Exposing your breasts to him. Leon groaned in pleasure at the way your breath caught, fear curling in your chest. “There we go, princess.” he let the flimsy strings fall away. “Look at those pretty little tits, god- You're probably a tiny bit grown up from the last time I saw you, aren't you?” He smirked. 

Your face darkened in humiliation, suddenly your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Your hands gripped at your top uselessly, trying to keep it up. Your breathing kicks into overdrive. He was too quiet as he let you fight to keep yourself covered. He didn’t do anything else yet, your embarrassment treat enough for now. “What;s your real name, pretty? I know you didn’t give me an honest answer last time we talked.” His fingers gripped your jaw roughly, digging into the hinge, making it open for him. “Let’s hope you're smarter than you look this time around.”

His fingers were digging your cheeks into your molars through the skin, you swallowed thickly. His smile was full of venom, and you wanted to cry. How did he know you were lying? “...It’s Jane.” you lied again. He already got you to a second location, you were as good as a jane doe now. If he believed you this time or not, Leon didn’t show it. His eyes flitted between yours, studying you. 

“Jane, huh? I think I’ll just keep calling you princess, Jane.” Leon rolled the fake name around in his mouth like chewing tobacco before he spat it out after use. He turned your head side to side, appraising you. “Now, Princess or Jane -whatever, what exactly were you doing by yourself at a motel pool in the middle of the night? You didn’t think that was a dangerous thing to do, or?”

“Uhm, I was just swimming.”

“Why were your parents not with you?” his fingers worked on slowly peeling off your bikini top, not letting you hide further. “Or did you slip your little leash, Jane? Did you wander off and do things you're not supposed to?” Your kidnapper seemed to give a knowing chuckle at that.

 “You really should be more careful, Jane. That’s how you get into trouble, you know.” He was smiling, sounding like a concerned bystander, like he had saved you from yourself. He repeated the fake name like a hammer to a nail in your coffin. 

You felt a flush of anger, your eyebrow furrowed. You had just wanted to swim and drink a little! A few moments away from your dad sawing logs in his sleep. A few moments from the annoying little ping ping ping of your brothers gameboy as he stayed up late beside you, the screen like a lamp light under his blankets. Your nostrils flared at this asshole’s condescension. Like it was your fault he snatched you! “Yeah well, I wasn’t expecting a psycho like you to be out there.” 

“A psycho?” Leon raised an eyebrow, yanking your top off and tossing it aside. “Whose the one who decided it was a good idea to swim and drink in the dead of night with no one around to watch you? That’s what I call a psycho, Jane. You're a psycho. I was lucky finding your stupid little ass.” Leon snorted, with an accusatory snarl of his lips. He sounded delusional, his hand pawing at your ribs as he tried to laugh it off. But you felt a little win that you’d gotten him to crack from his smug act. You could tell deep down there was a rift in his bravado. Something very insecure and pathetic underneath. “How old are you again?”

“How old are you?” you snapped back, sneering at him. Your throat felt raw and tight, like a small dog that had been yapping all day. 

“I’m 34.” he chuckled, “guess that makes me an old man in your eyes, huh?” His hands moved to one of your breasts, shaking his head. He squeezed and kneaded your breast, pushing his fingers into the fat of it harshly. He sounded like he was talking to himself at this point. You became blurry, only your tits clear as day in his mind. “What should I do with these? Should I squeeze these pretty tits til they're sore? What would little Princess [redacted] do then?”

Your eyes went wide, your stomach dropped as your kidnapper said your real name. You hadn’t told him what your real name was. Your blood ran cold as you tried to say something. 

Goosebumps raised over your arms as he grabbed and squeezed your breasts. You were frozen, heart thumping in your chest. Your name…you heard it but it was like your brain had refused to believe it. Leon’s lips moved around the letters and sounds, but your ears just rang. Drowning out the world. 

“W-what?”

“Oh that’s right princess. I know everything about you.” He dragged his eyes away from your chest, realizing his slip up. Your kidnapper laughed it off casually. “You know me too, I think you just need a little help remembering who it is that’s making the demands here. So I'll be a nice boy and help you remember.” Leon’s other hands joined the first to squeeze your breast together and watch them bounce when he let go. Over and over, kneading at them like stress toys, he sighed heavily. “I have to say, these are the best things you could have ever done for me, doll, they really are cute.” 

You felt a sick chill run down your spine as he said your name again. He talked about your breasts like you’d grown them for him, that you’d consciously made the choice for them to fit perfectly in his large hands. It made your stomach churn. You wanted to bat his hands away, kick, scream. “How do you know my name?” 

“I know everything about you.” he repeated with a rough squeeze, “I know your parents, I know the things you're interested in, I know about the people in your life. I know the name of your first pet, so sad when it ran away hm?” he soothed his hands over your nipples, feeling them grow tight against his palms. Leon let out a shaky breath of anticipation at finally getting at you after all this time. You felt your stomach dip as he just…kept going. He relayed details about your life. Intimate details. That a man you happened to meet a week ago shouldn’t have known. You could barely register his groping hands, your own fingers shook.

“Who…who are you?”

You wanted to cry. 

Uproarious laughter rose from his belly. “You don’t know, do you? Did you forget already, princess? I know you aren't that stupid. And I think I’ll just keep squeezing these and playing with those cute nipples till you remember who I am.” He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, bruxism making your jaw pop. He grinned as he spoke, voice light and playful like this wasn’t sick. “I know you know, come on now don’t make me have to pop you in the jaw. Try to remember.” 

“We’ve never met before the pool, I don’t know you.” You initiated, shaking your head. Your eyes staring up at your kidnapper’s strong features. His voice like gravel in your ears. You feel dizzy, breaths leaving quicker then you could suck in air. Your body writhing under him seated atop you. The hot ache in between your legs making you unable to sit still any longer. 

“Silly, silly girl. Of course we’ve met before. I’ve been watching you for a very, very long time.” Leon shook his head, gaze on your taut nipples as he rolled them between his fingers. Tone gentle, but fingers rough as he gave them a tug. “Don’t make daddy mad now. Spare yourself the trouble. I know you know who I am.”

Leon’s had reached down and began to drag your bikini bottoms down. Your hand flew out to stop him. Thighs pressed tight together. Your wide doe eyes wild and scared. You felt frustrated and confused. Your brain was reeling and his hands were not helping.You shook your head, willing your brain to think. Because you had no idea who this man was! He laughed at this, hand stopping just over your mound, he wasn’t going to let you stop him from taking your bottoms off. He could see your white swimsuit sticking to your pussy already. You probably didn’t even realize how wet you were already. 

Leon was giddy as he watched your face twist and turn the color of a heart shaped lollipop. He finally wrangled your bottoms out of your hand and slipped those off too. A gruff sound leaving his throat as he looked at your dripping cunt, clit swollen like someone had been sucking on it. Leon wanted to smack it til you cried. His tenor grew lower. More husky, less patient. “I’ve watched you, darlin’, many, many times. We’ve met more than once. Do you understand me?”

Your eyes scanned his face, hands clutched over your body. You sniffled, eyes big and watery. You shivered in the motel room air, the static of the crt tv sounded deafening in the silence. His hands slid up your legs, ignored you clit to cup your tits again. Realization dumped a bucket of cold water on your head. “You’re…” you tried to find your voice, “You're the guy from the video rental place…” 

You didn’t recognize him at first. It had been years. His hair looked different, longer. His face was more rugged and matured. Your heart sank. You knew him. But only in passing. When you ‘d rent horror movies with your friends at the video store. 

Leon barked a laugh, with a big grin. He spoke slow and sickeningly sweet, mocking you. “That's right, princess. I am the guy from the video rental place. Good girl, you're starting to remember now. Now…I don’t want you to tell me any more lies, okay? Daddy will handle everything..” 

His thumbs circled with your nipples, making you arch up off the bed. Your fingers gripped the sheets hard, grinding your teeth as little noises came out of you. “okay , okay fuck- yes, I remember you!” you whined pitifully. Your breathing grew shorter and shorter. The motel sheets were scratchy and uncomfortable against your back. Leon stopped laughing, his expression settling into a cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He almost sounded proud as he praised you. Dipping his mouth to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. “Can you tell me something, princess?” he asked, drawing his tongue over the hard bud. Making you jerk.

“What?”

“What’s your favorite horror movie?” Leon held his hand up to your cheek, his fingerless gloves warm with your body heat. You almost got whiplash from how fast you jerked your head away from the soft touch. Leon didn’t seem to care. When you didn’t answer, too busy biting down on your tongue to stop the moans rising up. “Come on now, can you really not think of your favorite movie right now? I know it’s a tough questions, but daddy really wants to know.” 

Your words choked in your throat as Leon swapped to your other nipple with a wet pop. He was sucking too hard, it ached. His grip tightened on your tits. “Uh, s-scream?”

“Oh princess, that’s not the right answer.” He patronized, smile slipping off his face. His playful tone turned stern and disappointed. Fear curled like a pin worm in your heart. It was impossible to think until he pulled away and pinched your nipples roughly. “Try again. What’s your favorite movie?” 

You whimpered, “it’s- it’s Misery.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, princess. That’s a good one. You’ve got good taste in horror…for a little girl.” his grip loosened somewhat, Leon pulled away with a devious grin. You could feel the rush and tingle of his touch still. “It’s funny, that’s your favorite movie, because you're kind of living it right now. Misery it is.”

Leon got up, dropping down into the motel room chair in the corner. Flicking on the crt tv and flipping through channels without another word. Shucking off his leather jacket and gloves. 

Your shoulders slumped to the bed in relief. Trying to calm your ragged breaths. Your eyes followed him around the room, the tv filled the room with a high pitch noise. You sat up carefully, chest feeling puffy and sore. “W-what are you doing?”

“Just turning on a show. Oh my god, this one is such a bad movie.” Leon laughed at an action film. flipping channels one after the other, throwing out casual comments. Finally landing on a horror movie. He made a big sigh of satisfaction, “ah now that’s more like it.”

You raised an eyebrow, your heart beating out of its chest a few moments ago was now squeezing tight. You felt awkward, he was acting so casual, like it was just another day. You bit your lips, looking at the movie on the screen, the picture jumping occasionally as the cable was spotty all the way out here in the desert. You curled in on yourself, watching your kidnapper carefully. He looked a bit older, with a little smirk on his face. His muscular body relaxed with his thighs spread wide in the motel chair. 

“Come here.” he motioned with two fingers. 

Your belly swooped as you approached him, cautious as a cat. Standing awkwardly by his chair, shifting your weight between your feet. You kept your naked body, half turned away from him. 

Leon scooted himself up in his chair to make room for you between his legs. His head propped up on his hand. You realized what he wanted and you grimaced. There was barely any room there, you’d have to sit on his lap. You turned away as you saw his hand not so subtly adjust his cock in his pants. “I won't hurt ya. hurry up and come sit, princess.”

You settled slowly, and reluctantly into Leon’s lap. Something like sufferance filled your stomach like lead. A dark twist in your gut told you that by taking a seat atop your kidnappers knee you were settling yourself into something much more sinister than just the lap of this parasite. 

Leon falls quiet for a while he even keeps his hands on the armrests the whole time. You don’t dare turn to check if he’s actually watching. Your back is straight as an arrow. You're tense and self conscious of the way your ass is practically on his dick. It’s not even hard, Leon is just hung. His jeans are full of him. The tv lulls you into relaxing a little after about an hour. It's getting hard to keep the rigid posture up. Leon’s breathing is soft behind you, almost like he’s dozed off. It’s like he has a sixth sense, soon your eyes drift to the motel room door, his hand is reaching up to pet your hair. Running his fingers through the tangles in it, sending tingles through your scalp at how gentle it feels. 

When you sigh and tip your head back a little, his hand slides to your thigh. His hand gripping the dough of your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing. You refuse to look, but you feel the way it's stroking your thigh. Getting closer and closer to your pussy. Your hands grip your knees hard when his thumb traces your clit. The movie has ended and a new one starts. You stare at a woman being chased by a psycho guy on the screen. It’s not one you’d ever seen before. Looks low budget. You will the hair trigger that is your arousal away. 

He’s playing with your clit like that til it’s swollen and throbbing. Your slick is gathering between your pussy lips. Your face is bright red when it begins to drip onto his pants. Leon cups your hot pussy with his hand fully and you gasp. 

“How do you like the movie, sweetheart?” he whispers hotly in your ear. You force your eyes open. Leon runs the digits between your folds, back and forth. Gliding, smooth as silk catching your wet hole. 

“I-It’s okay.”

“Hm, what’s happening on screen? Can you describe it for me?” 

Your panting, Leon can feel your pulse against his palm. You squint at the tv, “the killer is…chasing the girl…he’s got a knife.”

You keep watching, you realize why you’ve never seen this movie before. Because it’s not a normal movie -the killer chases the girl to an abandoned cabin. She hides under the bed. Only to get dragged out and slammed onto the mattress. He holds the girl by the throat as he’s ripping her panties in half. Smacking his cock on her tiny clit, nestled in the girl’s curled dark pubic hair before he’s forcing himself inside her with an animalistic growl. Your face goes red, belly quivering with nerves and arousal. It was porn. Dark porn. You look away but Leon is grabbing your jaw, digging his fingers in your cheeks and making you watch. A laugh rumbled in Leon’s chest, his fingers swiping over your swollen bundle of nerves with your own juices. “Mmh, what’s happening now, tell daddy.” 

“He’s…he’s-” a whine  blooms from your throat, thighs quivering. Drinking in the sight of the killer on screen wrapping his hand around the girl’s throat to pull her back onto his thick cock. “He’s fucking her and he’s c-choking her-”

And Leon wraps his bicep around your throat, pulling you flush against his chest. Actually copies the porn on screen. You’re swallowing hard, gripping his hard muscles, nail’s scratching. 

Leon groans at the way your pussy gushes onto his pants. He knows you like it, he’s pinching your clit with his fingers and rubbing it faster and faster. Just like how you do when you touch yourself, oh god. Your kidnapper groans deep in his throat. “Fuck that juicy pussy is soaking me baby, know youre close. Know youre gonna cum for me soon.”

“Hnnn, oh, god, I can’t-” can’t cum? Can’t hold it? Can’t breathe? You don't know but Leon seems to understand. He keeps rubbing your clit. It feels so good, so much better than your own hand. Your thigh’s shake, your cheeks are so red as you squeal. Your hips can’t escape him, rocking forward into his hand, backward into his crotch. His breath is ghosting hot over your ear. “Fuck, see how he’s using her? See how he’s just using her to jerk off in, sweetheart? He’s pounding her like he owns it -like it’s been his all along -like he was just waiting to break in that slutty pussy.”  

“Leon!”

You cum hard, thighs shaking hard as wave after wave of hot pleasure washes over you. Your body goes taut then boneless in his lap, finally relaxing against him as he pet’s your pretty little clit.“There it is, atta girl.” Your eyes are heavy, you can’t even move as Leon lets off the pressure on your neck to pet at your hair. Brushing it from your flushed face. You bury it into the crook of his neck. Desperate for comfort after coming apart as the seams. 

Leon’s hold you around is tight as a straightjacket, smiling into your hair. Chest filling with pride at your little slip up. “That’s right, princess. Knew you’d remember me.”

He’s lifting up your hips to rub his leaking cockhead through your folds, forcing you to suck in a lungful of air. You moan wantonly as he smacks your clit with his cock, exactly how the killer had in the porn. It felt like jolts of pleasure shot up right into your veins. You couldn’t breathe as he pushed the tip into your slick hole. The little pop as he breached your muscles making you scratch and cling to his arms.

“Oh fuck- it’s so deep,” You shake as Leon’s buried to the hilt inside you, seat in his lap. Your eyes water. He’s not even moving and you feel close to cumming again. Leon pulls out only to sink in again slowly. Your thighs tremble, his hands wrapping around them to rock you onto him. His huge cock is spearing you open, his hips humping up from the motel chair. 

“So fucking tight, princess. You sure I didn’t just swipe your little v-card?” He laughs, but Leon sounds breathless and he’s holding onto the fat of your hips for dear life. You can feel his eyes tipped up, looking at your face as your back arches pretty for him. Bouncing you on his lap, his eyes feel like the muzzle of a gun against your temple. 

“Mmh, Leon- Leon, leon, gonna cum! Cumming-” your voice is shrill and virile. Youre dripping down his balls, staining to motel chair as he fucks up into your squelching cunt. He can feel your walls throbbing around him. Squeezing him rhythmically when he hits deep inside you. You grip his hair, yanking the blonde strands when he keeps trying to bump your lips together. You don’t want his disgusting affection, you want his cock. You want the head grinding into your g spot, wringing pleasure from your body like you’d never felt before and oh God -Fuck this parasite of a man, fuck this kidnapper. 

“Oh yeah? I’m a parasite, baby?” 

You realized you’ve said it aloud, and he just fucks you harder. Grunting, voice thick and gravelly, he sounds wrecked. Your cheeks flush and you grip onto him. He wraps his arm around your throat again, laughing when you clamp down on his cock and moan uncontrollably. Another orgasm trainwrecks your mind, and your eyes roll back. Your kidnapper growls, throbbing inside you, like your orgasm wasn’t supposed to make him cum. But it does and he slams into your cunt to pump hot sticky release deep inside you. You slump against leon, room spinning like it did at the pool. Leon’s pressing a dirty, spit filled kiss into your mouth before you can protest. You sit there and let him roll his thick tongue around in your mouth. He kisses you like he needs you to survive. Like without you he’d quickly shrivel and die. And maybe Leon does need you, if not you then some poor other girl. He needs someone, his kisses turn slow and sweet. You don’t kiss him back, but he doesn’t seem to notice, whispering love into your open mouth.  Your eyes coldly stare up at the ceiling. It feels like a fly hovering in your ear.

I’d never hurt you, baby. I can’t live without you. I love you. I need you. I. Love .You.

 A parasite always needs a host. 

Hard to Get | Dad Sanemi

One thing about babies is the fact that they are either very snuggly or they want nothing to do with you. That was something Sanemi learned the hard way, as his little daughter began her rebellious phase and no longer wanted her daddy’s cuddles.

“You’re a little brat.”

He crossed his arms, trying to look upset with her but the grin on her face was melting his heart. She was clever, she knew she was cute, and she knew damn well her daddy was a sucker for her. “She takes after you, Nemi.”

You grinned at him, watching your baby happily toddle towards you with open arms. “Yeah? Bull! I don’t play hard to get.” His cheeks puffed, pouting sadly as he watched your little girl snuggled into your embrace.

“You? Don’t play hard to get? Sure, Sanemi.” You scooped her up, rocking her like she was tiny again just to hear her little giggles. “I don’t play hard to get, you’re crazy!” Sanemi was standing his ground, which wasn’t surprising. You only rolled your eyes in response, kissing your daughter's head before setting her down.

"Our daughter is a carbon copy of you, my love." You nearly sang it, laughing softly as she toddled toward Sanemi's open arms before quickly bouncing out of his reach again.

"You little-" Sanemi's face had morphed into one of amusement as he moved from a sitting position to a crouch. Your daughter's giggles turned to tiny shrieks of laughter as her father crept towards her.

You watched as your husband slowly chased your little girl, her tiny little legs carrying her as fast as she could write into your open embrace. "I can't save both of us from daddy." You're laughing with her now, scooting backward as Sanemi dramatically stalks towards the two of you. "I'll give you a five-second head start."

Taking the bait, you scooped your little girl up and bounded from the living room. It wasn't rare for you to play "chase", the two of you finding your little girl's laughter to be worth it every time.

You bounded off the engawa and into your lush backyard as Sanemi finished counting and followed after the two of you. You both probably looked crazy to anyone who would be passing, but your little girl's happy shrieks of laughter would get the point across.

"Gotcha!" Sanemi grinned triumphantly after a few minutes of chasing you, arms wrapping around your waist and falling to the grass dramatically. You were panting, melting into his chest as your little girl sat up on your stomach.

"Gain! ah-gain!" she babbles, the smile on her face making her little cheeks look even squishier as she stares down at her tired parents. "Again?" Sanemi sighed, one hand raising to block out the sun as he looked at her. He could feel you laughing, the back of your head bouncing slightly where it lay on his chest.

"You heard her, Nemi."