Fouyumixuri - Fouyumixuri

can i request fem reader & dainsleif, please? reader's a bit on the shy side but dain's praise is enough to encourage her to ride him -> maybe convince her to go multiple rounds with his stamina ...thank you!

take it all

dainsleif x reader , nsfw

cw: 18+ content MDNI!!! , fem reader, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, belly bulge, cervix kissing, dain is pussy drunk ya, overstim, dumbification, dacryphilia, not proofread

a/n: lawd have mercy this req is so 🤭🤭🤭🤭 ALSO SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE ANON :(( I was out the whole day so absgshhs

reblogs are appreciated!

Dainsleif’s a man who knows the effect he has on you, and will use it to his advantage.

You were just sitting innocently in his lap, playing with his hair and talking about things that happened to you throughout the day, as usual. But unlike the other times you’ve done this, your words went in one ear and out the other, dain’s mind focused on the way your hips are grinding against his ever so slightly, blue eyes fixed on your plush thighs on either side of his hips. You just looked so soft and so pretty on him, that he couldn’t control the way his cock was hardening under your touch. He himself doesn’t quite know why he’s so sensitive today, but that doesn’t matter to him right now

He places his hands onto your hips, a dark blush creeping up his face as he tries to stop you from moving too much. You notice how he’s not paying attention to you and the redness in his face, your hand reaching up to cup his face to get him to look at you

“you ok, honey?”

he looks up at your face with a hazy gaze, head filled with thoughts of just wanting to be in you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto him, lips pressed against your neck as he leaves feather light kisses down the column of your neck, his hips grinding into yours as he pants against your skin. Your hands grab onto his biceps to ground yourself as your body moves against his in a steady rhythm.

“d-dain what are you-“

“need to fuck you, angel. will you let me, hm?” he whispers against your ear, his voice deeper than usual as he tries to suppress the tent growing in his pants, your eyes widening when you finally notice the way his cock is hardening against your ass. “please, you feel so good” he’s nearly begging, growing impatient by the second. His hands are running up and down your thighs in light touches, sending shivers down your spine and arousal pooling in your panties.

Your eyes refuse to meet his, but you hesitantly nod your head with a blush on your cheeks and your head tilted down. He wastes no time removing your shirt, popping off your bra swiftly as he admires your pretty tits, wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple as you writhe on him, involuntarily grinding against his hips with even more vigor. Your hands run through his hair as he continues to suck on your tits, the lewd sight making your panties damp with even more of your slick.

He pulls away from your tits, his tongue cutting off the string of saliva as it runs across his lower lip. The sight of your swollen tits and your flushed face is making his cock twitch between your thighs as he moves your hips back and forth on his lap “fuck, I can’t wait anymore” he nearly growls while hurriedly undoing his pants, not even caring to take it off completely as he pulls his leaking cock out from his precum-stained boxers. You gulp when you see how big his dick is, standing proud against his abdomen with even more precum oozing out from his slit and dripping down onto his throbbing balls. Dain sees the nervousness in your face and reaches up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a reassuring kiss to your cheek while his other hand fists his cock.

“don’t worry, I know you’ll take it so well for me, won’t you?” he softly smiles at you as he runs his thumb across your lips, your eyes wide and fixed on his face. He guides his cock with his free hand and rests it on your tummy, his blunt head reaching just below your bellybutton as his cum gets smeared onto your skin

“m-mhm, I will” he smiles at your response, his hand snaking down to your panties and pushing it aside with his finger, rubbing up and down your sticky slit as you stifle a moan. Slowly, he guides your hips up until your glistening pussy is hovering just above his cock, his tip lightly rubbing between your folds before he lowers you down onto him, inch by inch. The broken moan that leaves his chest as he bottoms out makes you delirious, your slick gushing around his cock and onto his balls as he reaches the hilt.

You place your hand on your belly with your mouth agape, feeling the bulge of his cock through the skin

“dain! s’too deep, s’too much!” you’re whining, thinking about how you’d be wrecked by the time he’s finished with you

he slowly starts fucking up into you, his tip smushing against your cervix and his balls kissing your asshole every time he thrusts up into you, your head thrown back as you try to be good for him and take it all. But your whines don’t falter, tears running down your cheeks before his hand reaches up to grab your chin, tilting your head down to meet his eyes.

“for me angel, please. You feel so fucking good on me” he moans out as he shifts his gaze to your bouncing tits, the hand that was on your chin now fondling your boobs as you slowly starts bouncing on his cock, a gasp falling from his lips as he throws his head back, both hands gripping onto your waist for dear life. “fuckkk, so tight…” your hands grip onto his shoulders as you pick up the pace, his moans stirring you on as his hips buck into yours to meet halfway. He shuts his eyes and savors the way your slippery walls slide up and down his dick, his tip throbbing deep within you as his precum oozes out against your cervix.

You just keep bouncing up and down his cock obediently, desperately wanting to hear his moans of your name and praises of how good you’re doing for him.

“fuck, just keep doing that, so good” his words slur as he praises you, his eyes fixed at where you’re connected, sticky strings of cum connecting the both of you, eyeing the way his thick cock is literally splitting you open every time your hips come down to meet his. His lap and abdomen glistens with your essence, his balls wet and producing an awfully lewd squelching noise every time it slaps up against your ass. Your pace harder in response to his praise, wanting to make him cum even as you struggle to take him in.

His calloused thumb finds its way to your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles on it as your walls twitch on him, your high nearing. His cock feels so big in you, as if it just might break you with just how rough his thrusts are and how it’s twitching in you wildly.

Your body slumps against his while he continues to play with your clit, his other hand kneading your ass as you keep bouncing on his dick. You feel the hot coil in your stomach snap as you cum onto him with a scream of his name, walls convulsing onto his cock while he keeps thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

You’re trying to come down from your high but the way he doesn’t stop thrusting into you sends shivers down your spine, screaming at the overstimulation. “w-wait dain, please!” you pull away from his chest as you try to get him to stop, placing your hand onto his abdomen.

But he only pulls you down, seemingly in a trance as his gaze is fixed on your pussy taking in his dick, thrusting up into you wildly as you just keep whining, sobbing on him. He pulls your hips down until you’re flush onto him, his dick going in the farthest it’s ever gone as a punched out moan leaves your throat. Guiding your hips, he grinds you onto him as he spurts out hot jets of cum directly against your cervix, emptying his balls as he fills you up with what seems to be an endless stream of his hot cum.

“oh fuck baby” he moans out with his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he milks his cock into you, giving you every single last drop of his cum.

-

Now though, his arms are wrapped around your waist, pushing you up and down his cock as your body lays limp against his, tits flushed against his chest and his pace animalistic. His cum from the previous rounds leaks out from your pussy and drips onto his abs, a translucent ring of cum evident at the base of his sloppy dick, more of it smearing onto your asshole and onto his throbbing balls. You’re too fucked out to even care, just letting him use your pussy as he pumps more and more of his cum into you, his thrusts still having the same vigor as he did rounds ago.

“d-dain” you whimper against his chest, weakly gripping onto him, not having any energy left from how overstimmed you are, head empty except for the feeling of the way his fat cock continues to drive into you.

“j-just a bit more, angel, this is the last one, promise” you’d believe in his words if that wasn’t the last thing he said rounds before, his hard dick still not faltering despite cumming countless times in you. In reality, the head of his cock is burning with overstimulation, shooting out nothing but watery cum into you, but he persists, not being able to pull out of your sopping wet heat.

But of course you just let him fuck into you, not caring about how sore your legs are or how tired you feel. You did say you’d take it all, didn’t you?

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lunaire

i’ve fallen into rarepair hell i love sanemitsu so much

I want you.

A/N: Hiiii! Told you I'd be writing more! This is basically porn with barely any plot what so ever. I hope you all enjoy.

Warnings: swearing, female reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, over stimulation, dirty talk. I think I got everything. Minors do not engage.

W/C: 2.4K

She wasn't sure how they'd ended up in this position, but she wasn't about to complain, her heart hammering in her chest in anticipation, heat rising through her body at their proximity.

"Leon-" She breathed out, the man in front of her weighing up his options in his head. His hand was resting on her neck, thumb running gently along her jawline. His eyes snapped to hers, her words dying on her tongue. Blue eyes darker than she'd ever seen them, her body reacting in the way she knew it would, her breath catching with every breath she took.

"Tell me to stop and I will." His voice caught her off guard, husky and lower than she'd ever had the pleasure of hearing, she let out a shaky breath as his face levelled with hers. "But if I kiss you now? Fuck, I won't be able to stop." His hand moved up to cup her cheek, thumb running over her bottom lip.

She wanted him, fuck, how could she not? He was everything she'd ever wanted and more. They'd always had banter, playful flirting part of their daily interactions but after this last mission a tension had been created between the two, she'd been craving him since Spain, the mission to rescue the presidents daughter had brought them closer together.

"I don't want you to stop." Her voice full of anticipation, was this finally it? Whatever he was offering she was taking right now, she felt her body react to him, she knew her underwear was going to be soaked but she couldn't care less.

"The restraint I've shown over the last year will be gone." His words startled her, sent her head dizzy. A year? Had she heard him right, they'd only been back from Spain for three months? "I can't do one night with you, I can't fuck you and forget it ever happened." His eyes were staring straight into her own, face closer than she'd ever experienced and it made her head spin, she was consumed by him, her body temperature rising as she licked her bottom lip, catching his thumb in the process.

"Leon, I want you." She spoke and he groaned, head falling to her forehead.

"I want you, but I want all of you. This cannot be a one time thing for me, so if that's all you want then I need to go and we can forget this conversation happened." She understood what he wanted from her and fuck she wanted it to. She wanted him, every inch of him.

"I want you." She spoke with more confidence this time. "Leon, stop fucking around and kiss me." Her voice shocked them both, Leon letting out a breathy laugh before a shaky breath followed. His hand slid up into her hair, cupping the back of her head, she swore the anticipation was going to kill her.

"Well if that's what the lady wants." Leon spoke and before she could respond his lips were on hers. It was rough, full of desperation as he pulled her closer to him, hand fisting her hair as his other grabbed and squeezed at her thigh and ass. She kissed back with as much force, hand reaching up and into his hair as she tugged on it, her other hand fisted his t-shirt.

He groaned as she tugged his hair a little harder than before, fuck she was going to be the death of him, any rational thought leaving his mind. He pulled back slightly, teeth finding her bottom lip as he tugged slightly, her breathing hard as he let go. Eyes finding her own and they were blown full of lust, a need for him and he knew his own would match. Their need for each other evident.

"You're so beautiful." He spoke, voice smooth, she looked fucked out already and he'd barely touched her. "Fuck, you drive me insane." He said before he dove back in, lips capturing hers again as he backed them up, her back hitting the wall with a small thud, one of his hands planted against the wall next to her head, the other fisting the hem of the nightdress she had on.

Leon had been feeling like he was on the brink of insanity ever since she answered her apartment door wearing it. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she breathed out his name in confusion as to why he was at her place at 1am.

He ran his hand up her dress and onto her stomach, her body shivering at the touch. She was hot to touch, her breathing harder as he travelled further up, cupping her breast in his hand. Her nipple was hard and Leon groaned into their kiss, hand back into her hair as he tugged it, exposing her neck to him. Lips connecting where her shoulder and collarbone met, she let out a quiet moan at the contact.

Leon used the flat of his tongue as he ran a hot stripe up her neck, stopping below her ear, "you sound prettier than I ever imagined." He said before he nipped her earlobe, peppering kisses down her neck as she rolled her head in pleasure, hands fisting at his hair as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Leon, please." She whimpered, panting as she tried to keep control of herself, he was driving her crazy. Her voice was desperate, full of want and anticipation. He bit at the base of her neck in response.

"Fuck, if you beg like that again I think I might lose it." His hand moved from her breast, running down her stomach until he met the waistband of her panties, he slowly traced his hand past the barrier, finger running between her folds as he collected her arousal, before he circled her clit slowly.

She threw her head back against the wall, jaw falling open in a silent moan at the contact, Leon watching her every move, drinking in her reactions to every movement he made. God, he was so sure he was in love with her it was unreal, never had a woman brought him to his knees the way she had, she had him in a chokehold he didn't want to be released from.

"Ah ah," his voice was right next to her ear now as he continued to slowly circle her clit, barely any pressure, just enough for her to feel it but not enough to finish. "I wanna hear you." He said as he sucked at her neck again, pulling a real moan from her, one he'd only ever dreamt about until now. "That's it." It was part of the pleasure for her, his voice, it shot straight through her, making her more wet, temperature rising further and she thought she might pass out if this continued.

"Leon," she moaned out and Leon groaned in response, his was so hard it hurt, his body reacting to hers and he wasn't even inside her yet. He applied more pressure and she whimpered, head falling to his shoulder as she bit into it. He moved his other hand, gripping at her thigh as he lifted it around his waist, she responded instantly, leg hooking around his hip as she tried to draw him closer to her.

He continued to circle her clit, placing kisses on her neck and chest, nipping at the skin as he did. Her moans were louder now and he had no doubt her neighbours would know she wasn't alone by now. She kissed back at his neck and he shivered, feeling it go straight down his spine. He was barely keeping it together himself.

Her head fell back against the wall again, eyes screwed shut as she focused on his touch, she was drenched now, Leon's movements on her clit, mixed with her arousal filling her apartment with sounds she didn't know existed, no man had ever made her this horny and aroused in her entire life. Leon continued to press kisses to her, her forehead lined with a layer of sweat as her body grew hotter in response to him.

"Leon, I'm gonna-"

"Cum baby." His voice was almost a whisper in her ear but she heard it as the coil snapped, sending her over the edge into sweet bliss, her chest heaved as she moaned out his name, his finger still circling her clit, prolonging her orgasm for as long as he could. He kissed her, deep and hard, she kissed back but it was sloppy, she had no control of her body as Leon moved his hands, one cupping her cheek, the other hooking behind her knee as he held her up.

She was shaking as she came down from her orgasm and Leon swore he'd never seen anything so hot, she was so goddam beautiful it hurt sometimes. She looked at him, eyes hooded, pupils blown wide, pure bliss was evident in every single one of her features. Her hair was a mess, sweat lining every inch of her body but Leon couldn't give less of a fuck, she still looked like a goddess to him.

He couldn't help himself as he placed his finger in his mouth, tasting her as she watched him, chest still heaving. "Fuck." Leon sighed out, he couldn't stop himself, he had to know what she tasted like.

He made quick work of her dress, tossing it to one side, she was red hot as he travelled down her body, kissing every inch as he did. Nipping at her hip bones as he passed them. Fingers hooking into her underwear as he removed them, her hands were carding through his hair now.

He placed her leg over his shoulder as he finally reached his knees, he looked up at her through his eyelashes and she was looking back down at him. Bottom lip caught between her teeth as she watched him. He didn't take his eyes from hers as he ran his tongue over her pussy, he groaned at the taste, divine. It was like a forbidden nectar to him, she moaned in response, her hips bucking to meet his tongue.

He placed both hands on her hips as he pinned her back against the wall, before diving back in, sucking her clit into his mouth as he rolled it between his teeth lightly. She practically screamed, hips trying and failing to move against him, buck into his face, Leon swore he'd never heard such a pretty sound. He continued to slowly roll her sensitive clit between his mouth, sucking it as she pulled at his hair, tugged the strands as she moaned his name over and over again. Her chest heaving as her heart hammered in her chest, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as her mouth hung open, moans tumbling from it but she didn't care, her brain was turning to mush.

Leon moved down, tongue finding her hole that was unsurprisingly clenching and unclenching around nothing. His tongue slipped through and into it, earning a fuck from the woman above him, his nose brushed her clit as he continued to fuck in and out of her with his tongue. His thumb moving up to rub her over sensitive clit.

"Leon, I can't- too much." She was blabbering now, brain having switched off to the pleasure she was receiving, he pulled back a moment to speak.

"You can baby, you can take it, I know you can. You're such a good fucking girl for me." He rasped out as he dove back into her. She cried out at the contact, hands desperately tugging at his hair as she chased her release, she tasted so good, Leon thought he could get drunk of this, off her. He glanced up just in time to see her slip over the edge, face twisting in pure bliss as her chest rose and fell at a fast pace. He continued until her hands where trying to push him away.

She was so sensitive now, every nerve on fire as her body shook from bliss. Leon moved from between her legs and had his reflexes not have been so amazing she'd have fallen, she couldn't hold herself up any longer. Leon was quick to catch her, pulling her legs around his waist as she soaked his t shirt with her orgasm and arousal. she placed her forehead against his, her face damp from sweat as she took his lips into a slow kiss. She could taste herself on him as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip.

"Thank you." She spoke as she regained herself, breathing coming back down to normal as she carded her fingers through his damp hair, it would appear he'd been sweating himself. They stayed there for a moment, just enjoying one another as she came down from her highs, Leon knew she needed time before he fucked her.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Leon whispered against her lips, "I've been thinking about you for so long." He said as, one hand was splayed across her back as he traced his thumb over her skin gently, his other hand cupping her cheek again as he pulled her back to look into his eyes. "I've wanted you for so long I think I would've gone insane if you'd rejected me." He was being honest, she knew that, having spent years training with him, she knew he wasn't a great liar.

"I've wanted you since the Christmas party, I was gutted when you didn't kiss me under that mistletoe." She spoke and Leon huffed out a laugh as he nudged her nose with his own.

"Like I said, if I kissed you I wouldn't be able to stop and I don't think the other DSO agents would've wanted to witness what we just did." She bit her lip then, energy buzzing in her veins again as she kissed him, harder this time.

"I really hope you're not done with me yet Mr Kennedy." She said, voice seductive and Leon shivered.

"Oh baby, you have no idea what I have planned for you. You're finally mine and I have a years worth of frustration to let out, you're not leaving this apartment for a while." She giggled as he moved down her hallway, her bedroom his next destination.

I just think Leon is so vocal in bed and he is the king of dirty talking. I love it so much

ohhhh… oh yeah, definitely… he’s such a talker sorry for the lack of posts lately, i’ve been very burnt out lol

cw for dubcon if you squint

finding himself deep inside your pussy as it squeezed around him? oh yeah he’d start mouthing off. you squealed and writhed in his arms while he just tried to keep you in place, still fucking his flushed cock into you, reaching unimaginable distances. kissing your cervix with his mind set on filling your womb. it was like he was on autopilot, driving himself further, harder, faster. his mind was spiraling, as he shoved your face into the pillows. skin damp with sweat, he continued to drill into you, unyielding.

“no.. can’t.. can’t fucking stop.. don’t wanna.” he panted out, breaths wavering as sweat collected atop his brow bone, mixing together collecting a sticky concoction on his forehead as his brows knitted together, causing the skin to wrinkle. “please, oh, please fuck me, fuck me~ fucking—hh’god!~” he rambled absentmindedly, pulling your ass closer to his pelvis, flesh suctioning together as he tethers your bodies into one with each snap of his hips. his eyes shut tightly, letting out a few strained groans of fulfillment.

“want you to fucking.. cum around my fucking cock, sweetheart. fucking need it,” his voice trailed off as he threw his head back, hair sticking to his forehead, tousled and chaotic. “please cum around my cock, your cock, ‘t’s yours, baby.. promise ‘t’s yours.” he heaved, hips bucking roughly in an animalistic fashion, pupils dilating widely. the usual blue of his irises being disrupted by the spread of his dark pupils. “‘t’s your .. fucking cock, baby.. all yours, fuck..” he echoed himself, nipping at the skin of your shoulder to cease his idiocy.

a depraved yelp elicited from your throat only to be muffled by the plushness of the pillows beneath you, practically suffocating against them as he continued to hold you still. he was hitting it so fucking good, ripping every ounce of defiance from your body as you just took it. all of it. sounds of your drenched cunt filled the room as well as the satisfying sound of his balls plapping against your particularly sensitive nub, causing your knees to buckle underneath you. you pawed at the sheets, hands clammy as you’d strike the pillows weakly. with one final clamp around the base of his dick, you unraveled completely, flooding the bedding beneath you.

but, leon was an addict. he was a fucking fiend. his greedy ass did not stop plowing away, making you shriek and protest against it, legs thrashing against him, the balls of your ankles digging into the sides of his thighs. he hissed, gripping your hips with a hold that felt almost bruising. “good fuckin’ girl.. such a good girl.. going all dumb on my cock like that, baby… you love it s’much. got’chu.. creaming ‘round me.. hmmff..” he babbled, pressing a large hand onto your lower back, arching your stomach into mattress further to somehow plunge himself deeper into you. he seemed to be edging himself, unrelenting. wanting to ensure he piped you to the brim with his seed.

“so messy, so .. fucking wet, shit!~ pussy’s fuckin’ sucking me in, haah!” he squeaked with urgency, throat tight with exhaustion. his hips ached with care, the stiffness of his joints palpable as his thrusts became sloppy, uneven, uncoordinated. you couldn’t speak, could hardly move. your voice was broken down and hoarse from all that hollering. one thing about leon, he’ll always slut you out.

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

Masterlist

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…”

I love sanemi so much

Sanemi holding his newborn child. Cradling a small bundle wrapped tightly in warm blankets so they can sleep comfortably, little chunky cheek pressing to his chest as he cradles them. You’re fast asleep beside him, exhausted from all your new mother duties while Sanemi has the night shift. Being a slayer for so many years has practically turned him nocturnal, he can easily stay up all night on daddy duty while you get your much needed rest.

Sanemi whispering softly to his baby as they sleep, quiet little praises and affirmations of his love. He didn’t think it was possible to love something this much. To love so hard it makes his chest tight at the very thought of it. He would do anything to protect the sleeping baby in his arms, so innocent, completely untouched by the evil in the world. He’d do anything for the both of you, anything that meant you two living long happy lives.

Sanemi humming the lullaby his mother would sing him and his siblings. The same lullaby he’d hum to Genya on nights where he couldn’t fall asleep even after their mother did. It was a familiar tune, one you knew well because he’d hum it for you on nights where you couldn’t sleep either. Sanemi unable to pull his eyes away from their little face. Noting that they had your lips and his nose, soft little tufts of white hair and long lashes. The chubbiest cheeks he’d ever seen, ten perfect fingers and toes with the littlest nails.

Sanemi memorizing your baby’s face in the same way he had memorized yours, wanting to engrave every single part of you two into his brain. Sanemi quietly settling down with his baby still tucked snuggly in his arms, their little head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. Sanemi sighing softly, heart aching and full of love. His twenty fifth birthday was just a few months away, it almost felt surreal as he whispered softly to his sleeping baby…

“I wish I could be here to watch you grow up.”

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Wind Pillar ╝

Premise: Days in the life of the Shinazugawa household, based on my previous story (link here).

Word Count: 3263

Note: This was requested by the lovely @yourlocalangie, “little family moments in the shinazugawa household with the reader and their children.” 🫶🏻

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A typical day in the Shinazugawa household started very early in the morning. Even before the sun got a chance to go out, Sanemi, his wife and the children would be on their way down the mountain with a cart full of goodies.

Over the years the farm had grown quite a bit.

Mia and her husband had babies and now your chicken coop is full to the brim with lovely birds and delicious eggs for your family and the towns people.

The milk from your farm was considered the hottest item in the market, getting a consistent queue of customers since very early in the morning, creating a high demand.

After an intense morning of sales, the Shinazugawa family heads back to their farm for a well deserved home cooked meal.

The afternoons were particularly busy, since they would all go to the market together, the rest of the work had to be done after lunch.

"Sanehiko, you're on milk duty, make sure they at least fill two of the big jugs."

"On it father." Sanehiko, the eldest of the lot was the most invested in the family business. He learned from his mother from a very young age how to tend the animals and get the milk from the cows, being the best at it in the family. He thoroughly enjoys working on the fields as well, always looking for a way to help with the crops and making sure everything was in order, out of all of them he was the most responsible and down to earth, being the eldest had a big impact in his way of living, much like young Sanemi he is constantly thinking of the wellbeing of his family and does his best to support his parents.

"Genma, you're in charge of picking the best tomatoes to sell tomorrow. Water your mother's herbs when you're done."

"Yes father!" Genma was the sweetest of them all, always wanting to please his mother and father alike. Sanemi was forever jealous at the fact that he was a momma's boy, he reminds him so much of Genya he wishes he would look up to him the way his brother used to do, but his mother is softer and prettier, of course anyone would choose her instead, he would do too.

"Remi, help your mother separate the black from the red berries and put them in the different baskets. If you behave, I might show you the third form." His only daughter was the closest to him, she inherited his spirit and even if she's not even three yet she begs her father to teach her his wind breathing techniques, days he decides to indulge her even the tiniest bit are the happiest around the house.

"(Y/N) you concentrate on the marmalade and watching Senri, I'll take care of the rest there is to do around in the fields and pick up the eggs." reaching over for your husband, you placed a soft kiss to his lips, nodding at his instructions. You were still very much pregnant and doing more than that would be harsh on your body. Patting your bum lovingly, he rolled his sleeves up and headed back to work.

"Mma this!" Remi was diligently following her father's instructions, pulling a berry that wasn’t ripe out and showing it to you in her tiny hand. "Good eye, baby. Let's put those a side ok? We don't want the marmalade to be sour." happily she set it on a plate and continued with her designated job.

No day was the same. Having a farm gave the kids the opportunity to be active and learn from their parents skills that would be useful in the future. Sanemi made sure to rotate them around the tasks, he wanted his children to grow as strong as he was and as smart as their mother, he wanted nothing but the best for them.

By the end of the day they were all tired and ready for bed as early as the sun would set that day.

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Sundays were off. It didn't matter how much work was pending in the farm, how many eggs the chickens lay that morning, how much money they made that week, nothing mattered. Days off were important for the Shinazugawas.

Sanemi didn't get much time to lay around with his youngest since he is always so busy, but Sundays were normally deemed 'Senri day'.

Today though, he had slightly different plans.

You just finished bathing Remi and Senri when you heard Genma squealing like a little piglet.

"Genma get your ass here right now!"

Your husband sounded pissed. He rarely yells at the children, no matter how angry he was.

"Mother!!! Help me!! Father has gone crazy!! MOTHER!!!" his cries for help made you run outside your house, just to see your husband chasing your child around the fields with a sharp knife in his hand.

"Shinazugawa Sanemi. What on earth are you doing?" the child crashed against your leg, hiding behind it. If there was someone who could save him, that would be you.

"Tch." he was forced to stop running by your deep angry mother glare, "I just wanted to give him a haircut, love. Don't know why he's running away like a freak. Did you see him run? How is he faster than me? He's five, this makes no sense."

The four Shinazugawa children took after their father in their physical strengths. Sanehiko could lift a grown pig up since he was four. Genma had super speed, apparently. Remi had his blood thirst and Senri broke Sanehiko's finger when he was just three months old.

You brought Genma up into your arms, looking into his terrified eyes. "What's wrong, baby? Why aren't you letting your father cut your hair? You can't even see of how long it is."

"He....wanted to shave the sides of my head...." the child buried his face on your chest seeking for comfort, this always irritated Sanemi. He understands he is still young and that’s completely normal, but nobody but him and maybe Senri should be allowed to do that. Being jealous of his own children was a new low for the pillar.

"Stop being such a cry baby. I will do it whether you want it or not, I'm your father I do whatever the hell I want."

"Seems like you enjoyed sleeping out by the kitchen, darling." all trace of color drained from Sanemi's face instantly.

"B-babe....let's talk this out, ok? I just wanted to give him a haircut, you know he needs one." and he did, but you didn't like the way he was speaking to the child.

"Why are you shaving his head though? He looks so cute with his long hair." you were peppering soft kisses all over his little face, making him giggle.

By now Sanemi was sitting on the floor beside you, heaving out a long defeated sigh. "My brother...he had his hair like that. I guess I miss him."

"Oh my love...." setting your child down, you embraced your crestfallen husband, kissing the side of his face. "I know you see your brother in Genma, but you gotta remember he's your son and he is just five. Running after him with a knife in your hand isn't considered bonding."

"Father. It’s ok, you can shave my head. I don't like that sad face you're making." he brought Genma into a strong embrace and you all remained like that for a while. He missed Genya dearly, but having you around was more than he deserved.

"Remi too, Remi too!!!" your little girl jumped on Sanemi's back, nuzzling his neck with her little nose.

Sanehiko was holding Senri, confused by the knot of people before him. "What's going on?"

"Just come here, dammit." he settled for leaving Senri in your arms and gently nestle himself on your side, one of his hands holding one of his father's.

The Shinazugawa household was warm and full of understanding.

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After a well deserved break, your husband was now getting into your shared futon ready for a good night sleep.

He loved caressing your enlarged belly, there was nothing he enjoyed more than seeing you carrying his babies, knowing you had a part of him inside of you. He would always fall asleep while tracing patterns on your tummy, face pressed on the side of your neck.

Maybe it was the emotional afternoon your family had, maybe it was the long walk up the hill from the day before. The reason was unknown to you but a sharp pain on your lower half alerted your sleepy husband.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?”

“Is coming Nemi.” as if on cue, your water broke all over your freshly laundered covers.

“What do you mean is coming? Isn’t it too early? Fuck, what do we do now? Can you wait until I go call the midwife?” he already knew the answer to that question, your body was moving on its own into a good position to deliver the baby.

“Can’t do. We gotta do this on our own, I’ve done it four times already and you’ve been there for every single one of them, we know what to do.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind (Y/N)? What if there’s complications? Senri gave you a hard time.” he was panicking now, removing the covers completely to give you more space, “Hell, you haven’t even finished waving the basket, where is the baby going to sleep?”

“SANEHIKO.” the contractions were heavy, painful, one right after the other, you needed a cool headed person around while your husband hyperventilated in a corner of the room.

“Yes, mother?” the child had already gone to bed, but was still awake thankfully, coming to your aid instantly.

“The baby is coming my love, you know what to do right?” the child nodded making his way over to the kitchen, returning not long after with clean cloths and water.

“Take Senri, we need his basket. Remember, don’t come out of the room until I go look for you, no matter what you hear. This goes for the rest of the gang too, keep an eye on all of them.” Sanemi’s anxiety driven self was finally grasping reality, just in time.

It was now just the two of you in your room. The same room you and your brother were born in, the same room where your four children came to this world. “We can do this, love.” Sanemi held your hand as tight as he could getting in between your legs as you started pushing your fifth child out. Thankfully there were no complications, the child came out fast and with minimal effort, more than ready to come out and meet her family.

Sanemi was ecstatic when he saw his baby girl for the first time as the adrenaline rush was finally settling down. He somehow thought he’d have another boy; it was a pleasant surprise. He was so into it that even forgot he had to clip the cord, almost dragging you out with him when he pulled the baby close to his chest. She looked just like you, his beautiful little treasure.

After cleaning you and the baby, Sanemi set the child on his son’s basket, wrapped into a little cocoon where she slept peacefully tired of the whole adventure.

“How are you feeling, baby? You did such a good job. You’re a pro at this now you have my respect I could never do that, specially not now that I saw it so up close, that shit's not for the weak. I knew I picked the right wife.” this made you giggle, pulling your husband in for cuddles. You probably needed space but all you wanted was to be in his arms.

“I feel less heavy. A bit sore though.” he was rubbing circles onto the side of your hip trying his best to relieve the pain even if it was just a little.

“Do you want me to call the kids in? I can take Sae to them so you can rest some more.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can handle Remi jumping on me right now.” you both chuckled, staring dreamily into each other’s eyes.

The children were overwhelmed with how cute their little sister was, Genma was particularly over the moon as he wasn’t the only one with dark hair any longer.

Sanemi explained to the kids that their mother needed to rest just like when Senri was born, they needed to behave, be gentle and stay out of troubles. But even after his father’s speech, Genma managed to sneak out of the room quietly and was now kneeling by your side.

“Mother, is your belly ok? Do you need belly rubs?” his sweet little voice was music to your ears, his gentle nature was truly a gift.

“I would love that, sweetie. But does your father know you’re here?” the child swallowed hard seemingly nervous but opted for ignoring the question and go straight to work, gently massaging your sore belly. “I will go to bed in a bit, just thought you might need belly rubs.” he looked like a little delinquent now that his father styled his hair with such a fashion forward design, it was the cutest thing in this world.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best.” sitting up slightly, you gave your toddler a good night kiss, sending him his way before anyone noticed.

Sanemi noticed of course, but he didn’t say anything, he knew his son, he was probably just making sure his mother was still alive after the deafening screams heard all over the house during the birthing process.

He took Sae back to your room, leaving Senri to share his eldest brother bedding arrangements for the night to give you some extra time to finish the second basket the next day.

Finally going back to your side, Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you, proud of the evening accomplishments but as tired as one can be, it never even crossed his mind he would help deliver his own child, it was an insane experience. “So how does it feel being the father of five children?” teasing your man was fun, especially when he was this tired, he gets way softer.

“Makes me want to put another one inside of that delicious looking-“

“SANEMI!” he bursts out laughing, burying his face on your hair.

“Just saying... Feels pretty good though. You know I come from a very large family, it feels great having all this tiny loud brats running around, makes me feel complete. You’ve given me so much…”

You were dozing off on his chest, placing a kiss on it before closing your eyes, “I would give you the world, my love.”

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Being a parent to five children was not easy.

The age gap wasn’t as helpful now a days. When Genma was born Sanehiko was already old enough to understand what was happening. But having three children in a row was taking a toll both physically and mentally on you and your husband.

Remi was difficult to handle, always so full of energy. Senri was still just a little baby but was currently learning how to walk on his own, accidents following his every step. And Sae was milking the life out of you, her appetite was like no other.

You were tired and so was Sanemi.

Even the market stall had to go on a little break, this didn’t happen when Senri was born. He’s always been a quiet baby, would sleep most of his day. But Sae was always hungry and would constantly ask to be fed.

Sanehiko was deemed Senri’s guardian, while Sanemi held onto Remi for dear life majority of the day. The farm still needed to be tended to and you would have to go back to the market soon or the goods would be lost. Genma was tasked as your moral support or how Sanemi liked to call it ‘your servant’, he was in charge of making sure his mother had everything she needed, so he would go on fluffing your pillow every few minutes, bring you water, rub your belly, help you hold his sister while you changed her. He was a big help regardless of what the others said.

“Nii-nii look.” Remi would run over to the house to show her brother the vegetables she picked, the bugs she found, she even brought an egg, her hair littered with feathers making you giggle at the mental image of your husband trying to catch his daughter and chase her out of the coop. She’s always been given easy tasks as she’s still very little, but she was now helping her father with the farm, it made her feel important.

Genma knew she was taunting him, but he was where he wanted to be, there was nothing he’d rather do than to help his mother and new sister to be comfortable and well, he was a man now, the Shinazugawa are strong, he got this under control.

You were dozing off while feeding your daughter, Genma already snoozing on your lap, when you heard tiny feet running in your direction. You could see Remi on Sanemi’s shoulders picking corn in the fields from the window, this could only mean one thing.

“Senri, is that you?” a tiny hand was holding onto the doorframe, supporting his own weight. His brother was supposed to be watching him, but your children all take after their father, you knew Sanehiko wasn’t at fault, it was most likely Senri who sneaked out.

“Come here, my love.” he lets go of the door stumbling clumsily into your arms, “Did you miss me? I sure miss you, my baby boy. It's time for your nap, isn’t it?” he was climbing onto you, stepping on Genma’s hand in the process but very diligently skipping over his newborn sister as if afraid of hurting her.

In under a minute, you could hear your restless son lifting things around the house, scrambling in fear. “Sanehiko, he’s here baby.” a tuft of white hair was now peaking from outside the window, he didn’t want his parents to notice he lost a brother but got caught regardless. He was panting, face covered in sweat, “He disappeared so quickly mother, I swear I just looked to the side for a second and he was gone.”

“I know sweetie, I know. Why don’t you come here and rest with us for a while? We all need a nap.” That was a tempting offering, he was tired that was a fact. Having to look after his little brother, while being constantly awoken at night by a crying baby was a bit too much for a nine-year-old. He nestled on your side, giving you some extra support on the arm that was holding your daughter. Quickly falling asleep like the rest of the gang, face comfortably pressed on your shoulder.

Sanemi had picked up some of your lavender for tea, hopefully that would get you to sleep better. He was about to announce his plan when he saw more than half of his family sprawled on the floor, enjoying an afternoon nap, the sun beams coming through the window were shinning on the beautiful face of his darling wife the love of his life, and his offspring.

His youngest toddler was dozing off on his head, her arms now dangling to the sides of his face. Seems like everyone had the same idea.

He put her down on her eldest brother lap, and she curled on your side immediately, holding Sanehiko’s arm like a pillow. Sanemi went on your other side, cradling you, Genma, and Senri to his chest, letting out a content sigh out and kissing your forehead softly trying not to wake you up.

His life could be chaotic and had been quite challenging over the years, but once he found his happy place, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in this universe, and that was you.

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Tagged babes: @doumadono

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There's No Escape (Part 5)

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Summary: You find out that dedication pays off as you struggle with conflicting feelings for your clearly traumatized captor.

Pairing: yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Word Count: 2.4k

If any of the warnings below trigger you, please kindly pass on this fic 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life; if you feel this way, please go touch grass. You are solely responsible for your own content consumption

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL YEET YOU INTO THE GODDAMN SUN. Thank you!

Warnings (may not apply to all parts): Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, acts of violence, blood, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, forced breeding, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay, masterbation, drugging, tokophobia, Stockholm syndrome if you squint. Long story short, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. More warnings could be added in the future.

Tags: @lipglossanon, @ghostkennedy, @explorevenus, @nexyswrites, @ilookatlater, @shroomietrip, @dollrxst, @lomaeuwu, @aliet, @luniaxifics (Shoot me a message or an ask if you want to be added to the list!)

A/N: I appreciate everyone's patience while I worked to get this one out. Hopefully it's worth the wait, enjoy!

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You were in heaven.

Or… at least as close to heaven as you could get in your current predicament.

You soak yourself in the master bathroom tub, something Leon let you do if you were good, it felt so good on your sore muscles first thing in the morning. You sit there, your eyes closed; it was one of those part bathtub, part jacuzzi things that probably cost Leon a fortune. It was huge, you figured it could fit at least four people. 

The bathroom itself had a modern aesthetic. There was the tub, across from that was a stand up shower, completely enclosed in glass with a rainfall shower head. The sink and vanity were behind you in front of the door heading into the master bedroom. The best part though? The floor to ceiling window that overlooked the vast forest. The sun shone through the morning mist and trees, scattering god rays everywhere. You had to give credit for that; Leon had great taste in architecture. 

Your mind wanders as you open your eyes to enjoy the view of the forest. How long have you been here? Weeks? Months? You had tried to keep track but found it next to impossible. All the days seemed to blend together, your days made up of either Leon being attached to your hip or him ‘going into town’ (whatever that means) for work while you stayed there; you liked these days to yourself the most. In the evenings Leon would fuck you, his desire to get you pregnant was seemingly insatiable; hence why you were almost always sore in the morning.

It was impossible to fight him when he felt so fucking good, fucking asshole.

You’re ripped from your thoughts when you hear the bathroom door open.

“Alright, babygirl, tub time is over, time to have breakfast.”

You inwardly groan, opening your eyes and glaring at Leon.

“Don’t be like that, you don’t want Daddy to put you in timeout again, do you?”

You let out a sigh as you start to climb out, however, Leon scoops you up into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom so you could get dressed.

“Don’t want you slipping and falling on that wet tile. I can’t have my princess hurting herself, can I?”

In any other situation, you think this gesture would be adorable as hell, but this is not any other situation due to the fact that Leon is fucking nuts. He sets you down onto the bed before opening up the closet to pick out your outfit. One of his favorite things to do was to dress you up like you were his personal doll; this started within the past week. 

It’s like the more and more time you are trapped in this house with him, the weirder he gets.

“Here we are!” He suddenly exclaims, pulling out a flowy, short summer dress from the closet.

He walks over to you, you have seated yourself at the end of the bed with your arms wrapped around yourself. 

“Move your arms, babygirl,” Leon commands, his voice having a hint of annoyance.

Letting out a sigh, you lift your arms up over your head and Leon slips the dress onto you. When he gets the dress fitted onto you, he takes a step back as if he’s admiring a piece of artwork.

“Such a pretty doll you are. What do you say to Daddy for dressing you up so nice?”

You look away from him, once again wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Leon snarls.

You immediately look back at him, “thank you, Daddy…”

His expression immediately softens, “you’re welcome baby,” he pries one of your arms away from you, grasping your hand, “let’s go get you some breakfast, hm?”

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The sound of a saw can be heard coming from a small shed on Leon’s property. Inside, Leon was diligently working, taking the piece of wood he had just cut and bringing it over to his project he was working on, a crib.

Leon knew something you didn’t, you had been asleep when he was able to draw some blood from you with a small needle and bring that sample with him to work one day. He gave it to the lab techs to test, you asked them to see if they could tell if you were pregnant, telling them that he wanted to surprise you with the good news. It took a couple days, but they let him know in an email that you were, in fact, pregnant with his child.

It took everything in him not to immediately tell you, so he took that energy and spent it on building the crib. In the shed, he had several monitors that showed the cameras inside the house so that he could keep an eye on you while he worked. You were in the bedroom, probably taking a nap, that was until he watched you turn onto your back, dipping one of your hands in between your legs.

He watched in awe as you pleasured yourself. He had read that sometimes a woman’s sex drive will skyrocket when they’re pregnant, thankfully that seems to be true for you. He continues to work on the crib, stopping to look at the camera feed in the bedroom occasionally. The picture was grainy, but he could tell your fingers were buried inside you and you appeared to be saying his name. This only served to motivate him to get this crib done.

What a good girl.

At some point, he unconsciously stops, staring into the camera feed as you’re still fingering yourself, a solid 45 minutes has passed by at least. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, eventually finding himself digging his hardening cock out of his pants to get himself off from watching you. After a few minutes of this, he tucks his throbbing cock back into his pants and makes his way into the house

As soon as he opens the front door, he’s immediately greeted by the sound of your animalistic moans coming from the bedroom. As he stalks through the house, he begins undoing his belt and practically ripping off his own pants and underwear. As he steps through the threshold into the bedroom now naked from the waist down, he sees you still laying on the bed, fingers buried into you with one hand while the other is rubbing circles into your swollen clit. You sit up slightly to look at Leon, tears streaming down your face.

He wastes no time pulling off his shirt and climbing on top of you, his lips sealing over yours as he buried his cock deep inside your crying cunt. His thrusts are hungry and determined, causing you to practically scream his name. He feels your nails claw into his back. He buries his face into neck to mark you with loving bruises as his cock continues its relentless assault on your pussy. 

You let out an ear piercing scream as you cum all over his cock, drenching him in your juices as you continue to claw into his back, your nails drawing blood. Letting out a low growl, Leon pushes himself as deep as he could possibly go, shooting his load into you, coating your pussy walls pure white. Propping himself up by his arms, he looks down at you, still buried inside you. He’s breathing heavily, his skin coated in sweat.

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On one hand, you were so pissed at yourself for enjoying every second of that, on the other, you were so thankful Leon had come in to finally give you your release. You had no clue what had come over you, all of a sudden you were blindsided by an insatiable hunger that no amount of fingering yourself and clit rubbing was going to satisfy, you needed something that hit deeper. 

You and Leon look at each other, his arms caging you beneath him. Eventually he leans down, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead before he finally pulls out of you. A rush of his cum leaks out of you. Pulling your dress down, you sit up and sit on the end of the bed as you watch Leon retrieve his discarded shirt, putting it back on before walking out of the bedroom; you assume his pants and boxers are out there somewhere. You stand up, immediately feeling his release drip down your legs, a painful reminder of your lack of willpower against Leon. 

You follow Leon out of the bedroom, watching as he gets his boxers and pants back on. He looks over at you, smiling.

“Sorry for bursting in like that, you looked like you needed some help on the cameras and I just couldn’t resist.”

You swallow hard, “it’s ok, Daddy, I’m thankful you came in when you did…”

Admitting that made you sick to your stomach, you wrap your arms around yourself again, hugging yourself gently.

“Put some shoes on and come with me to the work shed, I have something to show you that I’ve been working on for you.”

There’s a shoe rack over by the front door, you see a pair of your sandals along with pairs of boots and sneakers, probably all Leon’s. You walk over, grabbing the sandals and putting them on.

He gives you a dark look, “now, don’t get any ideas when we’re outside. I’m trusting you. You need to stay next to me at all times outside, understood?”

You stand next to him at the front door, giving him a slight nod before he opens the door. As both of you step outside, you inhale deeply, taking in the calming smell of the forest. When was the last time you were outside? You truly couldn’t recall. The shed was a ways away from the main house, you follow Leon on a well beaten path away from the house. Before long, you see the shed, which honestly was the size of a small house. The door to the shed was wide open, you assume Leon had left it open while he was rushing to get back to the house, to get to you.

You step inside and you quickly realize the shed actually was a small house. The room you were in probably used to be a living room however now it had various things scattered about, mostly tools and other stuff used for building things. You follow him into what used to be the kitchen, the tile floor covered in sawdust. There was a workbench in the middle with a table saw and Leon had removed the doors off the cabinets for easy access to his tools.

“When I bought this property, this little house used to be the original building until I built the new house. I figured I’d put this building to good use, but that’s not what I wanted to show you.”

He smiles at you before gesturing to something in the back next to the workbench, you gasp as your eyes settle on the half built piece of furniture.

“Is… is that a crib?!” you ask, a slight hint of panic in your voice.

“It is, and I have another surprise for you,” he continues as he grabs a piece of paper off the work bench, bringing it over to you.

You take the sheet from him, confused at first, it appeared to be results of a blood test, with elevated levels of hGC, whatever that means.

“Leon, I don’t really know what I’m looking at…”

“Come again?”

You mentally roll your eyes, “Daddy, I don’t know what this paper means.”

You watch as a smile slowly appears across Leon’s lips, his eyes locked onto you, “it means you’re pregnant, babygirl.”

“What?” you reply in utter disbelief.

“I took a sample of your blood with me to work and had the lab boys test it. I wanted to be able to give you the good news!”

Good news? GOOD NEWS? This was the furthest thing from good news. You start hyperventilating, the realization that you are tied to Leon forever now sinking in. You collapse to your knees, sobbing violently.

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Why are you crying?

Leon stood there, watching you as you collapsed to the floor, utterly confused. You should be happy, why aren’t you happy? Leon’s lifelong dream of starting a family, especially with the love of his life, was finally coming true. When he had seen the results, he was completely overwhelmed with joy, so why aren’t you?

“Sweetheart, are you afraid…?” he began, kneeling down to you so that he was at your eye level, “there’s no need to be afraid, you’re going to be the most beautiful and perfect mommy to our baby.”

You continue to cry, big, heavy tears falling from your face as you struggle to breathe. Leon reaches out to you, caressing your cheek and wiping tears from your eyes, “I’m going to take such good care of you during this pregnancy, I promise.”

He was trying so hard to comfort you, but the more he spoke, the more your sobs got more intense. He suddenly grabs you by your arm, forcing you back onto your feet, but that didn’t stop you from crying. 

“Baby, please tell Daddy what’s wrong. Don’t you want my baby?”

“NO!” you scream at him without even the slightest hesitation, your body violently trembling.

In that moment, his heart shattered into a thousand pieces. What do you mean you don’t want his baby? What began as sadness then evolved into full on rage as his anger coursed through his veins. He looks down at you, sees you still crying. However, he knew he couldn’t act on his anger, he didn’t want to risk losing the baby. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

He gently wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him, pressing you to his chest. You bury your face into his chest, tears staining his shirt. He simply held you there in his arms, letting you cry it all out. Eventually, you did finally stop crying, much to Leon’s relief. He runs his hand through your hair as he looks down at you, your face still buried in his pecs. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, it’ll be ok. We’re finally going to be a happy family.”

Part 6

The bride and the ugly ass groom

But it's the mirror universe