#Jonin days

[uniquegalaxyfox]

[enchantingpeachfury]

He's so cool!

[yunos-housebunker77]

Team 7!

[enchantingpeachfury]

[idreamofdango]

Ibiki looks up: What are you doing?

Genma: Anko saw me knock over the plant on my desk, so I have to spray myself to show that the law applies to everyone

Ibiki: ...

[narumakiii]

@hatredcurse

TRACE OF USUAL SUNSHINE GONE , A CERTAIN TENSENESS IN HUES ; the blonde turned to look at raven haired, contemplating how to ask this one burning question he's had ever since sasuke had left. there has never been a time to ask before. it was now or never. ❛    ne , sasuke did you get your answers ? ❜

[scarecrow-in-a-hatake]

In case Mitarashi decides to be a lying bitch come daylight, here's proof. Try to last a little longer than twenty minutes next time, because I'm not giving you any more of a head start.

[whotookmysenbon]

Ah, nothing like stumbling out of T&I three days after I went in and cleaning out my askbox half awake. Enjoy.

[no-nic]

kakashi gaiden liveblogging

just saving screenshots & taking notes like i'm in an 8 credit class i can't afford to fail

(tumblr allows max 30 images in one post so it's been cut a bit)

oh no he’s cute

minato is sitting there just listening to kakashi’s tirade

TINY RIN!

when your pre-teen not-son quotes the rulebook

kakashi’s teeth are deserving of their own sound effect; self-control indeed!

just say “i’m uchiha obito”. or shut up. you’re delusional, baby obitobito you need a terrible makeover by an elderly relative

anyone told you it’s trauma related? or are you just squinting really hard and hoping?

i have no idea what wee wee means but it’s very close to wheeze

how dare you interrupt their argument for some pointless mission

kusagakure = land of freaky flora (& fungi)? hashirama’s experimental ground?

no more arguing. get fucked sensei. CHIDORI!

fun details:

obito: 2 bum bags

kakashi: 2 bum bags + tanto harness. is one of those bags that med pack gift from rin?

rin: backpack

minato: backpack

big stick-finger-in-socket energy

puppy got the zoomies!!!

shortcut to mushrooms (goes through)

QUESTION! …aren’t shadow clones (doppelgangers here) supposed to be a konoha special? (if not a forbidden technique? or are mass shadow clones the taboo?)

OBITO FAIL! love rin’s expression of despair here

bby kakashi is so cute… he’s been scolded by his sensei… minato: dust can’t get into your eyes when you’re wearing goggles. it’s fine to speak of self-control, but you must be strong at heart, not just in words. like dude, shut up, that’s a kakashi-level bullying comeback.

is it a choice to hide obito’s eyes here?

“it was five years ago, on a top secret mission…” i sense another TIMELINE disturbance. CINEMA SINS! arrest this guy! kakashi genin 5 -> chunin 6 -> sakumo’s suicide some time later (implied by order of events in kakashi’s birthday column) -> kakashi currently 11 years old or more minato: unfortunately, a great deal of damage resulted. in the end, both the land of fire and his peers blamed him for everything. CINEMA SINS! how was this mission “top secret” if everybody and their aunt knew about it? FANON! “sakumo was blamed for the third shinobi war” nope

she’s so tiny!!! “she has found a new master.” shut the fuck up you pervert

and now he’s back to laws. oh boy. and you were so right earlier. now you’re just giving obito speech material.

OBITO WIN! KAKASHI FAIL! the idiot boy is going for the [combat] dialogue option!

kakashi: if you give in to your fleeting emotions, and fail an important mission… you’ll regret it later. does obito have a lot of “fleeting emotions”? kakashi: but like i told you yesterday… better nothing, than a useless burden. a shinobi needs tools suitable to the mission at hand. emotion is just a useless burden. i don’t know if he read it in danzo’s root handbook or if this is just A Fact. emotions are not needed if you’re just a tool armed with tools. how will tears help you when you’re bleeding out? how dare you be human, obititio

of course kakashi doesn’t truly believe this. obito keeps asking if he’s for real, kakashi is making sad faces and flashbacking to his father.

obito: sure, in a ninja’s world, those who violate the rules and fail to follow orders… are lower than garbage. however… those who do not care for and support their fellows… are even lower than that! if i’m scum… the rules are no good to me! and if breaking them makes me the wrong kind of shinobi… i’ll crush all the so-called shinobi!! anyone wants to convince me that obito is happy with konoha (and the whole system)???

242: Chronicle 4: The Crybaby Ninja (it’s embarrassing that you immediately know it's obito)

flash to minato

“there are probably at least fifty on the enemy side. by comparison, the four of us are all that’s left on our end.” iwagakure sent 1000 shinobi, konoha numbers unknown. now its 50 vs 5 (4+minato). minato isn’t even throwing his own kunai FANON! “minato massacred 1000 enemy shinobi alone” he wishes

obito (to himself): okay… let’s go! invisible enemy: where are we going?

my boy is glowing!!!

white light blade and silver hair! he’s here and now he’s there! KAKASHI WIN! the iwa guy really looked at this tiny gremlin and went “white fang???”

first time in years he’s talked about his father!!!

243: Chronicle 5: A Gift

iwa jonin i can’t be bothered to look up: remember, you’re standing in the palm of your enemy now… a fun way to say you can control rocks and they are in a cave

OBITO WIN! not for long tho

obito: i was the only one… who didn’t… give you a gift… i didn’t know… what was proper… but… i do now… he actually thought about kakashi’s jonin gift!!! obito: i’m about to… die. but i’ll… become your eye… and we’ll see what happens… in the future…

244: Chronicle 6: Sharingan Hero

hole.

kakashi: rin… obito… he loved you… you were his only one… he gave his life to protect you. rin: then… kakashi! you should know how i feel about you… kakashi brought up confessing, rin was just staying on topic. btw obito “gave his life” to protect kakashi, not rin. just a reminder

let her look at stars

(narration) the third great ninja war. with the sacrifice of many nameless shinobi, the protracted war finally came to a close. it its wake, it also left legends… the stories of great heroes, to be told and retold for generations to come. the battle of kannabi bridge. that day, two heroes were born in konohagakure, each with his own sharingan. one found his name engraved on the memorial stone… the other came to be known as kakashi of the sharingan. in time, the tales of his bravery spanned all borders, and beyond.

CINEMA SINS! obito wears goggles (on his forehead) after he awakens the sharingan. when they go to the cave where rin is held he doesn’t have them on. are they in kakashi’s bum bag?

THE END.

[swimmingbouquetturtle]

[uniquegalaxyfox]

[whotookmysenbon]

Well I *had* meant the spicy kind of stories-- but the genin stories sound more fun. What was she like as a genin? What were *you* like?

Anko as a genin?... Hmm. Both a lot different and not at all changed. She still had a loud personality, but her sense of humor wasn't nearly as dark or dry. She also was a lot more sane before she was taken as Orochimaru's favorite genin. I think her big personality now is a coping mechanism to hide just how much that lab broke her.

As for myself? Eh. More carefree, I guess. I didn't worry as much.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 1

Kakashi Hatake + Body and Cock worship

Happy first day of kinktober everybody!

I don’t really know the full timeline of Naruto, so this just takes place sometime before Kakashi became Hokage, so he could still take anbu missions. Readers a jonin, and has served in the Anbu, but doesn’t anymore. Reader used to be Anbu Leopard.

this is not proofread, enjoy anyways.

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

It was late, and you were meant to be asleep. That of course didn’t mean you were. As a jonin, and former anbu, sleep didn’t come easy. You weren’t from a clan, which had made the climb to your status extra hard and had left you jagged and sharp edged towards the world around you. As a civilian, the Shinobi world was difficult. Not just because there were less to seek revenge when you died, but also because most of the clans ran everything. And even if they didn’t mean too, then they still looked down on civilians. It was why you had quite a soft spot for Kakashi’s student, Sakura.

You had been doing nothing much, simply sitting in your kitchen staring down at a formerly hot mug of tea. You didn’t even like this kind, but Kakashi did, and had stuffed way too much of it into your cupboards for when he visited. With a sigh you were about to stand up to pour it down the sink, when the smallest amount of chakra tickled in the back of your senses.

You may have been shirtless, but that didn’t leave you defenseless. The seals on the inner sides of each wrist flickered, and your beloved tekko kagi weighed comfortably around your hands, chakra adding speed and precision to your strike. It was only registered last moment what mask you were staring back at, Kakashi’s stupid hound mask.

The claws of your tekko kagi slammed into the wall, merely centimeters apart from your lovers masked face, leaving deep gouges in the wall. You were so making him pay for that, even if hed whine about it. “Kaka-“ you growled out, only for his glowed finger to press against your lips, making your brows furrow in annoyance. So, this was his game, huh?

Both of your hands were against the wall, caging your partner in, one hand buried into the wood by the claws of your favored weapon, as the other simply rested against it. Back in the day you had wanted to be different, to stand out from the clan members that surrounded you, so the tekko kagi became yours. It had led to quite a few teasing comments from more than just Kakashi when you became Anbu Leopard.

You squinted at him, and his teasing mirthful eyes could be felt even if you couldn’t so them. Kakashi’s hands both placed on your shoulders, slowly sliding down, drawing a pathway across the myriad of scars that littered your body. All shinobi had them, some more than others, and some came from training themselves bloody. Something you were quite guilty of, even nowadays.

The noise that left your chest could almost have been called a growl, or maybe more akin to the annoyed grumble of a big feline getting chewed on by some bumbling hound who’d decided they were friends. But you could never turn down the image of Kakashi sliding to his knees in front of you, making you lean your head against the wall so you could look down, truly caging him in.

There was more to his touches than just lust today, something more reverent and needy, like he needed to touch you to feel like himself. It had been a difficult mission then. It was something you recognized yourself. Some missions left you feeling less like a person and like you weren’t even in your own body, and you needed something to ground you. The self-inflicted crisscross of scars on your arms reminded you of what you used to do before you had Kakashi, back when you had yourself and only yourself. Of course, that was just what you believed, and now you know your comrades priced you just as much as the next. But old habits die hard.

All the thinking had distracted you long enough for you not to notice Kakashi sliding the casual pants you wore down, just enough to free the halfchub you had gained from seeing him down there. His mouth was warm and wet, like always, but there was something hungrier about the way he moved and suckled.

The hand not stuck in the wall reached down, a small flick of chakra sending your weapon back into its seal, carefully sliding into his silver hair. You couldn’t see his face, the mask had been pushed up so all you got to look at was the slow movements of your lovers’ head, and that painted porcelain face staring back at you.

Kakashi wasn’t pushing himself to get it going as quickly as possible like usual. He may seem all calm and laid back, but you knew how desperate he got when Kakashi was in the mood. The only thing keeping the Hatake from climbing you in public was sheer politeness, and some days you had a feeling even that was barely holding him back. You blamed those books of his. You had tried to read them once, planning to do a little roleplay for his birthday, but you couldn’t get into it. you still did it though, and Kakashi still brought I up when he was feeling extra needy.

The hand clenched into his hair, a shaky breath leaving you as you felt more than saw his mouth pop off your tip, just to lick down, following the veins down to your sack. You could feel his lips mouthing at you, tongue lapping at the skin he could find, the feeling of being not just licked but downright worshipped making your face red.

“K- Hound, what are you doing” you get out between gritted teeth, barely keeping yourself back from saying his name and using his title instead. Some days he just wanted to be Hound more than Kakashi, and who were you to judge.

Of course, he didn’t answer, as Anbu only spoke when absolutely necessary. Instead, his mouth just traveled further down, a jolt running down your spine as the tip of his tongue brushed against your taint of all placed. You almost wanted to slap him, because what the hell was that all of a sudden?

You caught yourself though, instead just wrenching his head back up by his hair, pulling him closer to your front again, where Kakashi thankfully wrapped his lips back around your shaft again. His bopping was more insistent now, like you giving him a nonverbal order got him into gear. A huff left you as you started rocking your hips, letting Kakashi do most of the work. You never really knew what to do when he got in these… almost worshipping moods. You didn’t feel like somebody worth worshipping, but Kakashi clearly did.

The heat gathering in your body was slow building, like a pot slowly heating up on low flame. When Kakashi got like this, he liked to go slow, to work you up before getting his price, as if he needed to prove himself worthy of getting. You would be happy to just fuck his face and get it over with, but Kakashi always got so nice and pliant afterwards and let you take care of him for once.

“Get ready” you grumble out, brows pinched together as you clench your eyes shut, teeth digging into the inside of your lips. Kakashi’s throat fluttered from what you knew was excitement, your silver haired lover burying his nose into your curls and humming, the first noise he had made all night.

You still wanted to smack him as your knees weakened, making you lean further against the wall as you spilled down his throat, Kakashi’s gulps just feeling like he was gloating. Past experience made you know Kakashi would stay like this all night if you let him, here on his knees against the wall with his mouth on you. That wasn’t good for him though, and of course you. The soft almost silent whine that came from him had you chuckling, pulling your lover to his feet, finally letting you see his slick mouth as his tongue flicked out to lick it clean.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, ruffling up his hair even more than before. “Come on Hound, if your fast ill let you lick the water off my body” you rumble, turning around and wandering towards the shower. His footsteps were completely silent, as always, but the small flickers in the chakra told you he wanted to shake out of his skin. Sure, it was weird to see the mask in the shower, or in bed, but who were you to complain. You were definitely forcing him to have a selfcare day tomorrow though, no questions asked.

[skyahri]

Hate |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha

Summary: Hate is a strong word, but it's also a very fragile one.

Warnings: Brief smut, kissing mentions of p and v. Some angst, but all comfort. Mentions of blood, violence, and death.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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Kakashi Hatake

You hated how full of himself he was. He was always talking down to people, to his teammates and so-called friends. He goes out of his way to show people up no matter how inappropriate the situation may be.

He hated that you always stuck up for people he considered weak. He hated how much time and energy you put into helping others instead of focusing on your own training. He hated that you had so much potential, yet seemed to waste it at every opportunity.

As time went on and you were forced into each other's inner circles, your occasional arguments became a constant bicker. It got even worse when you were assigned to his ANBU team. You questioned his every move and fought every decision he made.

In return, he always gave you the least desirable night shifts. He'd make you write all the reports, saying something about needing to learn to respect your elders (he's only a few months older than you).

Once you were put in charge of your own team, things quieted down. Not because either of you had mellowed out, but because you didn't cross paths as often anymore.

Because of how rarely you saw him, you always made sure to make your brief encounters worth it. You had practically written a list of insults to throw his way. He returned the same energy with out hesitation.

Eventually, after his genin team had gone their separate ways and you had finally retired from ANBU, you had a seemingly infinite amount of time to rekindle your rivalry with him.

He always seemed to be heading in the same direction as you were. It didn't matter if you were on your way to the Hokage's office, the shops, or meeting up with someone- he was always there.

You tried to fight with him like the good old days, but it was different now that you were grown adults. Maybe the ungodly amount of trauma combined with the wedge distance had created in your odd relationship had finally put an end to your petty war.

Thinking back, maybe this is what it had been all along, and your stupid kid brain was too proud to admit what was really going on.

Your arguing had turned into kissing the moment he stepped through your apartment door. Things moved quickly, expert hands doing away with endless layers of Jonin uniforms in a rushed attempt to feel more of each other.

It felt right. Like the decades of tension had finally come to a head and you were being forced to deal with it in the most animalistic way possible.

"I hate you."

Your mumbling between desperate kisses. He doesn't acknowledge you immediately, opting to instead lift you by your ass so your legs could wrap around him. He pushes you against the wall, pressing his clothed election right against your womanhood.

"I hate you, too."

Neither of you acknowledges the elephant in the room, that the word you're looking for isn't actually hate. But that's beyond your cloudy minds right now.

Shikamaru Nara

Shikamaru has never really bothered with social pleasantries or subjected himself to cater to what people like and dislike. In fact, he often chastised people for caring what others think.

He always commented about what you wore, how well groomed you were, and the overall effort you put into your appearance each day.

You hated listening to it, which is why you always did your best to avoid him.

It wasn't even about you specifically. You hated hearing how rudely he'd shut down Ino when she would ramble on about anything. You hated when he complained about how loud Naruto and Kiba were despite knowing that they're just excitable people. You hated hearing the damn near sexist remarks he'd make about how stupid people were for giving any shots about how they looked.

It was annoying. It didn't seem to phase anyone else anymore, but that almost made it worse.

You were at your breaking point. Just one comment away from losing your composure and you prayed to God you'd be able to refrain from saying anything too harsh.

But alas, Kakashi had assigned you to yet another mission with him- the sixth one just this month.

At least he waited until you were at the Inn before he started up with you. You honestly don't know why he let you shower first if it was going to be such an issue.

"Finally. I thought you'd be in there forever."

"What the Hell is your problem with me?"

He paused in his tracks. He wasn't expecting you to say anything to his usual grumbling, and especially didn't expect it to be so hostile.

"You always take forever in the bathroom."

"It was twenty minutes. You'll live."

"It wouldn't be that long if you didn't bother with all the extra shit you use."

"Why is it such a problem that I care about what I look like? I don't ever involve you in it and yet you're always talking about it."

He rolled his eyes, about to blow off whatever you were saying, but you started up again before he could.

"All you ever do is bitch and whine and moan about dumb shit that doesn't concern you. I like to look nice. I like wearing clothes that compliment my figure and putting time into the health of my hair and skin. It's not the end of the world, so shut the fuck up about it already."

You walked past him and lay in one of the twin beds, tired from the journey and pissed about your teammate's usual poor behavior.

He didn't say anything. He continued with what he was going to do before the argument and carried on like nothing had happened.

He kept any conversations strictly professional for the duration of the mission, something you were ecstatic about.

It wasn't until a few days after you returned home that you heard from him. He showed up at your apartment unprompted, looking irritated and slightly flustered.

"After talking with my team, it may have come to my attention that I might be kind of an ass."

You invited him in, curious as to what he had to say. He admitted that he had never been called out on it. Most people don't take him too seriously and he may have gotten a bit too comfortable voicing every thought that crossed his mind.

Although he had mostly soothed any nerves you had, you still decided he owed you.

You dragged him into your room, sat him at your vanity, and laughed when he groaned. You pulled out all the stops for him. You took him through your entire routine start to finish and when you were done, you asked him hiw it felt.

He hated that it felt nice. He hated that he suddenly realized how dry his skin usually was and how clean he suddenly felt. He would never fully admit that to you, though.

Him showing up at your apartment the next day, conveniently around the time you usually started these things, was all the confirmation you needed that he no longer deemed it a waste of time.

Sasuke Uchiha

He hated going to the Hokage's office, not because he was still in the thick of earning his freedom after the war, but because he hated Kakashi’s assistant.

You annoy him. He hates that you so confidently push his buttons. He hates that you're just a civilian, but you've been given so much authority over him. It was an unfit existence for the last Uchiha.

You enjoyed messing with him. He would grumble when given his assignment and you made sure to mock him with a playful pout. You'd check in with the ANBU watching over him to make sure he was behaving. You always used that word- behaving. As if he were a child.

Unfortunately for Sasuke, Kakashi isn't in the village right now, meaning he's stuck taking orders from you. He swears Kakashi picked you to oversee him intentionally, knowing how much it would bother him.

He's sitting next to you, helping you go through seemingly endless piles of paperwork. He wasn't sure if this was better than all the D-rank missions he'd been assigned lately, but he begrudgingly accepted the change of pace.

He glances at you through his peripherals. The sun is just going down, the orange light illuminating your soft features. Your usual bratty expression was replaced with a more peaceful one.

This was most likely just as much a break for you as it was for him. He wasn't oblivious to the way you had to reel Kakashi in every day, damn near having to tie him to his chair to get anything done.

"You can go home. I'll finish up here and we can resume tomorrow."

He didn't argue, thankful for relief from the horrifically tedious task. As he was leaving the building, he suddenly got this feeling in his gut that he should stay.

Of course, not wanting to do more paperwork than he was required to, he ignored the feeling and carried on.

He should've stayed. Just an hour after he left, while you were packing up for the night, the tower was raided by rogue nin.

The alarm sounded in the village, immediately calling all available shinobi. Bee, the ANBU assigned to him, gave him permission to lend a hand, and off they went to the tower.

He teleported himself to Kakashi’s office, knowing you would most likely be in there or at least somewhere near. What he wasn't expecting, however, was you standing over a body, kunai in hand and blood splattered across your body.

"Y/N?"

You didn't move, couldn't move. He reached forward, tugged the blade out of your shaky grip, and let it fall to the floor. You let him, not really in the mood to fight any more than you had to right now.

"Is he dead?"

Your question caught him off guard.

"I've never killed anyone before."

Ah. Civilian. Right. Sure, you belonged to a Shinobu village and even worked under the Kage, but that was vastly different than being on the front lines.

He thought for a second. Was he in any sort of position to be responsible for you at the moment? Should he hand you off to one of the other nin and return home?

"Cover your eyes."

It took a minute for his words to register in your hazy mind, but once they did you obeyed. If there was one thing you knew would benefit you, it would be allowing him to take the lead for now.

He put his hand between your shoulder blades and guided you through the hallways, down the stairs, and away from the tower completely. He glanced around, but couldn't find Bee, so he opted to take you back to his apartment. It would cause a lot less trouble if he was where he was supposed to be after all.

At home, he sat you down in the tub and turned on the water. He left you there, letting all the blood loosen from your skin. He returned a moment later, setting a stack of clothes down on the counter and grabbing a rag from the cabinet.

Neither of you spoke as he gently scrubbed your face. When he was done, he got a little bit of shampoo and worked all the red out of your hair.

You were slowly coming out of your daze. It was nice being brought out by something kind and comforting. It was almost enough to distract you from the night's events. Almost.

When he was done, he handed you the cloth, telling you to finish up and see him when you're done. You nodded, standing up and undressing when the door closed. You noticed how clean the water ran, most likely due to how thoroughly the Uchiha had taken care of you.

When you stepped out of the tub, you noticed the clothes on the counter. Upon closer inspection, they were similar to the ones he was wearing now- a t-shirt and sweats.

You joined him in the adjacent bedroom where he waited patiently. He all but forced you into his bed, shutting down all of your protests. When he went to leave the room, you quickly grabbed the fabric of his shirt to stop him.

"Please stay."

He didn't fight you. He walked around to the other side of the bed and sat down, leaning against the headboard and staring blanky in front of him.

You were thankful for the comfort of simply not being alone. Not after tonight, when so much had happened and the trauma was still fresh in your mind.

He tried telling himself that this was not a personal act, but instead one that would aid his village. But who was he kidding? He was realizing you weren't all that terrible and he had just allowed his angst brain to manipulate him into thinking so.

[scarecrow-in-a-hatake]

See, but what about my sanity...?

everyone needs that one friend they can say just absolutely deranged horny shit too. this is like crucial for your sanity

[uniquegalaxyfox]