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fool-tarnished · 5 months ago

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"Remember me" - Chapter 1 - Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Synopsis : Born in Konoha, [Y/N] wasn't necessarily known as the most impressive or powerful ninja, but rather for her kindness and compassion. She became like an older sister to Naruto and a loyal, faithful friend to many ninjas in Konoha. Without even realizing it, she had earned a special place in the heart of one particular ninja with grey hair. But everything changed the day the Third Hokage entrusted her with a mission from which she would not return unscathed. Pairing : Kakashi Hatake x Reader If you want to read Yamato's version, you can find it here.

Warnings : Violence, memory loss

Inspiration : Remember me - d4vd

Words : ~ 3000 A/N : Hello there ! Here's the first chapter of a new story for Kakashi. There'll be many chapters (i don't know how many yet) and i'll do the same one for Tenzo/Yamato if some are interested (with a similar first chapter, but the rest won't be the same). So I hope you'll like it ! Thank you all for the likes and reblog ! And sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker.

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Long before Naruto left with Jiraiya, the Third Hokage entrusted you with a mission. A mission that, of course, you wouldn’t undertake alone, but whose duration was impossible to predict. A mission that wasn’t supposed to be particularly dangerous either, but it still worried the young ninja, who had asked you to decline it and stay in Konoha.

You and Naruto had known each other for a few years now, and a sort of sibling-like relationship had formed between you. You didn’t necessarily show it, but you cared for each other as if you were almost family. The young blonde deeply appreciated having someone by his side he could consider an older sister: because yes, you were much closer in age to his famous sensei Kakashi than to him.

On the day of your departure, Naruto couldn’t help but ask you to promise that you’d go to Ichiraku together upon your return. That you’d promise to come back as soon as possible and, of course, without a scratch. A promise you made without hesitation and one you hoped to keep.

Kakashi, on his end, with whom you had built a connection during your time in the Special Forces, also came to say a few words before you left. Your relationship with the Copy Ninja was quite peculiar. You were close yet distant, making it complex between the two of you and in the eyes of others. You had never really put words to what it meant, and it hadn’t seemed to bother either of you.

At least, until things began to change for you. You were afraid of not returning, not just for Naruto’s sake but also for Kakashi’s. Yet, the fear was drastically different for each, which led you to question how your relationship with him had evolved. The feelings you experienced at the thought of leaving without knowing when you’d return and see him again weren’t the same as those you had for your other friends—Kurenai, Iruka, or Asuma. Something had shifted within you, and you hadn’t had time to reflect on it before being assigned this new mission.

"Be careful, [Y/N]. You wouldn’t want to miss the promise you made to Naruto. And don’t forget, you also owe me a replacement for that Icha Icha volume you ruined during our last training session," the grey-haired ninja said, with a smile you could easily discern beneath his mask. You left with your team, giving them one last look and a wave. Kakashi didn’t take his eyes off you until you were out of sight. ________________________________________

Crossing the Land of Wind had proven to be more arduous than expected. Whether due to the weather, unfortunate encounters, or other unforeseen events, it took you several weeks to reach its far edge. The team leader was the only one privy to the mission's details, and your task was to ensure their safe passage and protection. After finding the messenger, you set out again, this time for the Land of Earth. It was a particularly lengthy mission, but it seemed to be of critical importance to the Third Hokage, who had strongly emphasized its success at any cost. As for the contents of these messages? None of you had the slightest clue.

The journey through the various lands and the delivery of these messages ultimately took several months. You hadn’t faced any overwhelming challenges—just minor injuries, small delays, but nothing insurmountable. Nevertheless, the desire to return home grew stronger with each passing day. Every team member began to feel the absence of their loved ones, some even missing their children. As for you, you missed Naruto’s antics, the humor of your friends, and… the Copy Ninja, but for reasons that had become much harder to define.

It was during the final leg of your journey that these new feelings surfaced most clearly.

In the Land of Lightning, things took a turn for the worse. While crossing the vast expanse of rocks and mountains at night, you encountered a group of ninjas whose origins and true intentions you couldn’t discern. Everything happened far too quickly for you to fully grasp what was going on. A confrontation broke out, and the team leader made the decision to prioritize delivering the message, splitting the group in two.

This left you with just one teammate to try to hold off the enemies and buy time for the other two to escape.

The opponents didn’t seem particularly strong, but fighting at night clearly put you at a disadvantage. Fatigue began to take its toll, likely contributing to the event that would change everything for you.

As you saw several shurikens speeding toward your teammate, you decided to deflect them with your kunai to prevent him from being injured while fighting one of the attackers. What you failed to notice, however, was the unstable ground beneath your feet. Perhaps it was a combination of exhaustion, an unstable surface, and a strike from one of the enemies that caused you to begin a long fall from the rock where you had been standing. Without fully understanding what was happening, you desperately tried to grab hold of something—but it was futile. Your head struck a rock, and everything suddenly went black.

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After spending more than a year and a half on the mission and successfully completing it, the team leader and the member who had accompanied them set out to search for the two ninjas they had left behind in the Land of Lightning.

It didn’t take them long to find their first comrade, who had been taken in by the Hidden Cloud Village, where they were treated and waiting for the team’s return. As for you, however, the story was different.

They found no trace of you—only your headband, which did little to encourage their search given its poor condition. They spent several weeks in Kumo, hoping to uncover information or even the faintest clue about your status or whereabouts, but their efforts turned up nothing.

Eventually, they returned to Konoha, disheartened, but determined to deliver their report to the Hokage and hand over your headband. Yet, much had changed since their departure. ________________________________________

"The mission is complete, Lady Hokage. All the messages have been delivered."

Tsunade carefully observed the ninjas standing before her.

"However, we couldn’t find [Y/N]. Only her headband was recovered. We don’t know if she’s dead or missing."

After uttering these words, the ninja lowered their head and placed the headband on the Hokage’s desk. Tsunade furrowed her brow slightly before picking up the object and examining it closely.

"Tell me everything about this mission," she said, her gaze still fixed on the damaged headband.

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"We’ll probably run out of firewood tonight. I’ll go fetch some."

The elderly woman standing beside you gave a faint smile and nodded. She was preparing one of her famous soups, a recipe you now knew by heart. Its aroma always brought you comfort, especially in the winter.

Dressing warmly to head outside, you opened the door and carefully closed it behind you, letting out a sigh. The cold was so biting that you hurried to gather the wood and return inside. It was a ritual you had carried out every winter for the past two years, and to you, it felt as though you had never known anything else. In truth, you weren’t even sure if you had known anything else.

Everything was hazy—you remembered nothing beyond these moments spent in the little house nestled deep in the forest. How had you ended up there? Where had you come from? Why did it seem as though you couldn’t recall anything from before this home?

Poor Yubaba didn’t seem to know any more than you did. She would simply tell you that you asked too many questions whenever you embarked on this inner quest about your past. She’d say that everything would come back to you one day, but for now, your mind and body needed rest.

And you didn’t understand those words either. Why would you need rest? Was it tied to the headaches you frequently experienced?

Taking a deep breath, you firmly grasped the bundle of wood before stepping back inside the house. You placed it in front of the large fireplace that illuminated the modest living room where the old woman spent most of her time.

"This should be enough for tonight. But I’ll have to chop more for tomorrow," you said.

She turned to you gently, lifting the large pot and carrying it over to the table.

"Take off that heavy coat, Fubuki, and come warm yourself up and eat. It’ll do you good. Don’t forget your tea—it’ll help with your pain."

Nodding, you finally shed your warm layers, returning to your usual attire, and sat down at the table. Fubuki. It sounded strange, almost like it wasn’t real. Like everything around you.

And yet, how could you truly question the only things you knew when the rest of your existence was nothing but a massive void?

"Thank you for the meal, Yubaba," you said softly.

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"So, how did the training go? Did it pay off?" Tsunade asked, seated at her desk.

"You really think we’d have come back if we hadn’t made any progress?" Jiraiya retorted, hands on his hips.

"We’ll see about that," she shot back, before Naruto jumped in with questions.

Kakashi was outside, seated near the window. Book in hand, he was quietly listening to the conversation inside. Naruto was back, and while the Copy Ninja was glad to see his student again, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease at the possibility of a certain topic coming up.

Tsunade had informed him months earlier that your team had returned from its mission. While Kakashi hadn’t shown it openly, he had been eager to see you again. The unpleasant news of your absence had shaken him more than he let on. Something deep inside him had stung sharply when the Hokage mentioned your damaged headband, accompanied by a lack of any additional clues—no body, no clear information about your fate.

He had stayed silent, though his face betrayed more than he intended. The Hokage hadn’t known what else to say and had simply expressed hope: the absence of a body might mean you were still alive, somewhere. And that one day, you might find your way back to Konoha.

Kakashi hadn’t responded. Instead, he abruptly changed the subject, redirecting the conversation to Naruto’s return and what lay ahead. The abruptness of his shift had startled Tsunade, but she didn’t push him further. She could tell he had emotionally shut himself off, erecting a barrier around him that might take time to dismantle. While she had tried to offer hope for your return, even she was unsure if there was anything left to hope for after so much time had passed.

"Well, Naruto, you’ve certainly grown," the silver-haired ninja remarked as Naruto leaned through the window, looking for him.

"And you haven’t changed a bit!" Naruto shot back.

With that, Naruto vaulted through the window. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a copy of the book that always seemed to brighten his sensei’s day.

"I’ve got a present for you, Kakashi-sensei!"

Shaking with surprise and joy, Kakashi accepted the book from his student under the watchful eyes of Sakura, Tsunade, and Jiraiya.

"By the way, do you know where I can find [Y/N]? It’s been so long! I’ve got a gift for her too!"

Kakashi’s gaze froze on the book in his hands. He took a moment to compose himself, considering how to respond.

Sensing that the conversation might take an unpleasant turn, Tsunade stepped in.

"She’s on a mission. She’ll be back soon, Naruto. For now, I believe you have plans with Kakashi."

Kakashi let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes briefly.

"I’ll be waiting for you at Training Ground 3. See you later," he said before disappearing.

Naruto turned to the Hokage, stepping back into the room with a questioning look.

"Do you know exactly when she’ll be back? She promised me ramen at Ichiraku!"

"Maybe we should head to the training ground, don’t you think, Naruto? You’ll see her when she gets back," Sakura chimed in with a soft smile, trying to steer him away from further questions.

"Fine, I guess. Anyway, Kakashi-sensei is probably already devouring his book—did you see his face?!"

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After the young ninjas left the room, Jiraiya stepped closer to Tsunade. "Was she killed on the mission?" he asked bluntly.

"We don’t know yet. But I’m not sure it would be good for Naruto to know about the situation right now, especially since he’s just come back. Let him settle in first."

"I’m not so sure he’ll appreciate you keeping this from him. I only saw her briefly before leaving with Naruto, but he cares about her deeply."

"He’s not the only one. But I don’t think he’s ready to hear the truth just yet."

Jiraiya sighed and lowered his gaze. Glancing outside for a brief moment, he turned his attention back to the Hokage.

"The Anbu will eventually find her—or figure out what happened to her," Tsunade said firmly.

The ninja let out a small sound of surprise before smiling. "I see. You haven’t given up. Who knows about this?"

"No one, aside from the Anbu team assigned to the search. It’s better that way."

"And Kakashi?"

A brief silence hung in the air before she replied. "Kakashi doesn’t know either."

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Months had passed, and Yubaba’s health had continued to deteriorate. The herbal treatments she made herself no longer seemed to be enough, and no matter what, she refused to see a doctor or go to a village to seek treatment. Despite your attempts to convince her to go to Kumo, she stubbornly insisted that it was pointless and that it would pass on its own. The day she could no longer even get out of bed, you decided, despite her protests, to take her to the Kumo hospital in one last hope of helping her.

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After long hours of walking, you had finally arrived at the Hidden Cloud Village. Thanks to some passersby, you were able to get the old woman to a safe place so she could receive care. The doctors informed you that it would take some time, and that it was best for you to return in a few hours while they did what was necessary. This is how you found yourself wandering through the village, exploring the area as if you had never seen anything like it. It was pleasant to walk around in a place with other faces besides Yubaba's, to discover new places outside of the forest you knew by heart. But the noise of the passersby gave you a headache, and you would sometimes grit your teeth when sudden bursts of pain hit you. After a few hours of wandering, you made your way towards the hospital. Night was beginning to fall, and there were fewer and fewer people outside. The small street you were walking through was particularly quiet and empty, which reminded you of the calm of Yubaba's little house. But this calm only lasted for a brief moment. “[Y/N]?” The name you heard seemed to resonate inside you, but you didn't stop walking, simply furrowing your brows slightly. Your progress was halted when two figures suddenly dropped down from the rooftops and positioned themselves in front of you. Ninja uniforms, definitely, with a mask on each face. Exactly the same outfit. You stopped dead in your tracks, opening your mouth slightly as if to protest, before turning your head to see if you could retrace your steps. But two other figures had just landed as well, blocking your way. “I don’t know what you want from me, but I have nothing on me,” you said, your gaze filled with concern as you slowly raised your hands in front of you. The two figures facing you exchanged a glance before looking back at you. “You don’t recognize us, [Y/N]?” one of them asked. You couldn’t even identify who had asked the question, as fear was starting to rise within you. “You must be mistaken... I’m not [Y/N]...” “We’ve been searching for you for months.” “I... Why? I’m just here to care for the woman I live with. I don’t know what you want, but I don’t know you.” One of the two ninjas facing you leaned toward his colleague to whisper a few words before turning back to you. “Did you desert? And Naruto?” The headache was intensifying, and emotions were surging inside you, though you didn’t really understand why. “I... I don’t understand... What are you...?” Your vision was starting to darken, and breathing became more and more difficult. You began to feel an icy chill in your chest as the figures in front of you became increasingly blurry. Before you could finish your sentence or find your words again, everything went black.

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antichilde · 9 months ago

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Laying your head in Kakashi’s lap while he sits on the couch with a book in one hand. His other hand rests on top of your head, idly stroking your hair as he reads.

#this came to me in a vision #(aka daydream)#god I need him so bad in both a carnal and wholesome way #light.txt #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #self insert

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kimjun · 2 years ago

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Team 7 in: How they met

Naruto: You literally fell out of the sky. Well, almost literally but Naruto says you fell straight out of the sky into his arms.

It was a quiet afternoon that your friends decided it would be a good idea to play hide and seek, you tried to hide on a roof, but just as you were about to climb up you slipped and fell into Naruto.

-You're an angel! - Naruto says with wide eyes and rosy cheeks.

To this day he says you're an angel.

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Sasuke: Who introduced you was Itachi, at first Sasuke proved to be a difficult little boy, that lasted five seconds, when you offered him little tomatoes, Sasuke knew that you were the love of his life from now on.

-You're going to marry me! - he almost shouts, his cheeks puffed out and rosy, a cute beak to top it off.

-No.- you laugh teasingly.

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Sakura: Ino was the one who introduced you, you are Ino's cousin, you came back to the village and Ino wanted to take a walk, you went to the center of the village, when Ino saw Sakura she went to bother the pink one, you quickly intervened. Ino didn't like it but Sakura was silly that you did it.

-Let's be a trio of best friends! - you say pulling your cousin and Sakura.

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Kakashi: Kurenai was the one who introduced you, Kakashi had already heard about you, your sweet and delicate appearance hid how deadly you really are. Kakashi had already created many stories in mind, seeing you in person only made him desire you that much more.

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driftingdryad · 9 months ago

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Just because I love him so much lol. Kakashi being dirty 🫣 You can’t tell me he hasn’t has some animalistic traits hehe. How would he be in a relationship with those traits? 😏

Omg yes, I gotchu babes!

Canine-Traits!Kakashi is one of my favorite Naruto headcanons/AUs. Thank you for the request bestie, I had so much fun with this! I might even need to do a part 2 sometime hehe. I hope you enjoy 💚

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬!𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

Word count: ~1.3k

18+, afab/fem reader, mentions of consensual biting, mentions of consensual choking, mentions of menstruation

♡ When Kakashi falls for you, he falls hard and fast. He's always been one to wholeheartedly trust his canine instincts — he wouldn't still be around if he didn't — so when your third date leaves his instincts screaming that you're the perfect mate for him he doesn't fight it.

The intensity with which he moves forward after that is a bit frightening at first, after all he seemed so aloof and laid-back when you first started casually dating. You honestly hadn't thought anything serious would come from it either. He was Kakashi of the Sharingan, one of Kohona's most elite ninjas and you were just a civilian who happened to hire his genin team to help you move. It's hard to wrap your head around, but you can't deny that you feel the spark too, so you push away your fear and let yourself fall into the whirlwind that is Kakashi Hatake on a mission to make you his.

♡ Resource provisioning. Once Kakashi decides you're the one his Alpha makes sure you'll never have to worry about not having the things you need again. Say goodbye to your shitty little apartment on the bad side of the civilian district, and welcome to the newly reinhabited Hatake compound where Kakashi will make sure you're provided for and your every need is met. With top-notch security, a constantly stocked kitchen, and all the comforts you could dream of, the Hatake compound soon becomes your safe haven.

Like a good mate and Alpha, Kakashi is extremely attentive to your needs and makes sure that he is always on top of providing for you. The pantry is always stocked with all the food you could need for a delicious and well-balanced diet, as well as some of your favorite treats and snacks, of course. Kakashi's attentiveness extends to anticipating your needs as well. You can't remember the last time you had to purchase new bath products. Whenever you reach the end of a bottle, a replacement seems to appear by the next time you enter the bathroom. If you make an off hand comment at breakfast about needing to get a new toothbrush next time you go to the market, you can bet a new one will be waiting on the counter by the time you go to brush your teeth after your meal.

As part of his need to provide for you, Kakashi is also extremely soft and doting. Small gifts for you appear around the house and compound very frequently. A vase of fresh wildflowers waiting for you on the kitchen table; a new downy soft blanket he found while away on a mission added to one of your favorite cozy spaces; the next book in the series you're reading when he notices you're close to finishing your current one; a pretty speckled river stone he found in the Land of Waves; the hair clip your eyes lingered on a moment too long while at the market. Kakashi's thoughtfulness knows no bounds.

You're not used to being doted on so heavily, and you remind him frequently that while you love and appreciate his gifts, he doesn't need to spoil you. He's firm in his response that he knows he doesn't need to, he wants to, and it brings him great satisfaction to do so.

♡ Kakashi can't bring himself to call you his girlfriend. It feels so juvenile, and you're so much more than that. You're his mate, his perfect match. He doesn't want to embarrass you though, so he does his best to call you his partner instead.

One night, while the two of you are out drinking with your friends, Kakashi slips up and refers to you as his mate. He's thankful at first that no one seems to notice, but in the following days when everyone— including yourself — starts referring to you as his mate it's clear that his slipup didn’t go as unnoticed as he thought. He's absolutely over the moon about it, too!

♡ Kakashi is absolutely obsessed and fixated on your throat. Whether it's his nose buried against your pulse point, lips, teeth and tongue trailing across your delicate skin, a discreet hand on the back of your neck or a firm hold around your throat Kakashi is there. In part because of it being a major scent point, but more importantly because it shows your trust and submission.

♡ Kakashi's keen nose can tell when you're ovulating or on your period, and uses it to his advantage when taking care of you. He can usually pick up on your cycles starting a few days in advance and is always sure to give you a heads up — who needs a calendar when you've got a Kakashi?

Kakashi knows your favourite menstrual products and your most common cravings, so he'll make sure to stock up on things before your period starts. When the cramps start hitting hard he’s there with a hot water bottle and those magical hands of his ready to massage your lower back. And when the cramps get unbearable, but at the same time you're insatiably horny? Never fear, Kakashi isn't afraid to get his sword bloody!

♡ Scenting you. Just because you can't smell him on you doesn't mean that others can't. Most ninjas have a keenly trained sense of smell, and those from certain clans and bloodlines especially can pick up on scents and their meanings. Kakashi makes sure they know who you belong to and who they'll be dealing with if they so much as think about bringing harm to you.

You often wake to him nuzzling into your neck or wrists, lathing his tongue across your sensitive skin, sending a delighted shiver down your spine. When it comes to sex he never fails to scoop up his come as it drips out of your poor little swollen pussy and spread it across your pretty skin, embedding his most intimate scent into your flesh.

♡ When Kakashi is away from the village for long stretches, his scent eventually fades into a background note on you. Upon his return, he tends to be uncharacteristically tense and irritable until he's able to get his hands on you. It's not uncommon for you to find out about his return via him appearing seemingly out of thin air and whisking you away to a private location where he can strip you bare, pin you down, and cover you in his scent again.

Usually re-scenting you involves some intense nuzzling and licking across your body as well as lots of skin to skin contact. If he isn't injured and has enough energy be prepared for a good hard fuck, most likely with a hand around your throat and his sharp canines buried in your shoulder, the pain heightening your pleasure. As much as he loves filling you to the brim with his seed, on these occasions Kakashi always pulls out with a deep growl just in time to paint your chest and throat with thick ropes of his pent up come. If you want to drive him even more wild, treat him to the sight of you massaging his essence into those beautiful tits of yours. Then prepare for round two!

♡ Kakashi's prey drive is so fucking strong when it comes to you. This man derives so much joy and thrill from hunting you down and catching you. Of course you never stand a chance against him, but he lets you evade him long enough for you to enjoy the thrill of being hunted as well.

It can be scary knowing that such a dangerous man is lurking in the shadows behind you, but knowing it's your dangerous man gets you soaked. Which definitely doesn't help you evade Kakashi. He's got the smell of your arousal ingrained in his hindbrain, and the smell of your slick permeating the air is enough to make him snap. No more playing games, you better run because when Kakashi inevitably catches you you're going to be face down with his hand wrapped around the back of your neck as he mercilessly fucks you into the dirt ₊˚⊹♡

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matchaxberries · 7 months ago

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Day 3: Masked

Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader One-Shot

Warnings: Probably ooc Kakashi, oral-ish f!receiving, light biting, fingering, “doll” being used for reader once, (not proofread!!)

It was rare to find Kakashi with his mask off, only (y/n) really had the privilege of regularly seeing him with it off. Though she adored his face, and kissing his lips, and feeling him against her, she always wondered how the smooth cloth would feel on her lips. If it would be pleasing or get in the way, or even if he had his eye cover on, would it change anything in the bedroom? She wanted her questions to be put to rest, and soon. (Y/n) stretched her arms out with a yawn, patrolling the streets of the Leaf Village.

She looks around and spots her partner doing the same task, just walking the opposite direction. She hums a bit and skips over to him. “Kakashi!~ How is your patrol going?” She questions with a small head tilt. Kakashi brings his book down away from his face, tilting his head back. His one visible eye closes, as he smiles under his mask. “It’s going well. How about yours, (y/n)?” Kakashi usually stays a bit more professional when on the job, even though he walks around reading rather intriguing books. “Hmm… ‘Kashi, what are you reading?” (Y/n) questions, taking his book from his hands to see where he stopped at in his chapter.

Kakashi had no time to protest, as she scans the page a small heat creeps up to her cheeks. “You shouldn’t be reading this when patrolling you know…” she lets out a small sigh. He looks away, giving a small nod in return, (y/n)’s cheeks puff out, “you know you have the real thing, you don’t need those books.” She starts, waving the book around slightly in front of his face. “The real deal won’t let me bend her over anywhere, so I have to read the books instead while I’m on patrol. Unless you’re implying you’ll take me right here, (y/n).” He teases, taking the book from her fingers, giving another closed eye smile, even if you couldn’t see his mouth. (Y/n) opens her mouth to attempt a protest, and he turns on his heel to begin his patrolling again. “Wait- who said I wouldn’t?” She says quickly in his direction, trying not to let the heat settling in her core stop her from her bold advances. She’s had sex with Kakashi multiple times, but it doesn’t stop her from fantasizing of ways they haven’t done it before.

Kakashi lets out a hum, turning back to lightly grab her wrist with his gloved hand. He begins to drag her off, and makes his way behind a building, safely covered by trees and bushes as to not get caught. His book long forgotten, closed in his bag at his side, “you can’t be getting loud on me, (y/n).” He states to her, running his hands through her hair. He pushes her against the back of the building, humming all while he does so, he goes to pull his mask down from his face, and (y/n)’s hands reach up to stop him. “Uhm- can we try, with your mask on, ‘Kashi?” She adverts her gaze from his own, he gives a small nod, and attempts a kiss placing his clothed mouth over her own. She gives a small noise, feeling how the cloth keeps her from exactly what she’s craving, it’s soft against her lips.

Kakashi pulls away, and tilts her head to the side so he has access to her neck, he has a quick internal debate about how he’s going to do anything, though he decides on pressing his nose against her, and nipping at her through the cloth. The way his teeth feel dulled down against her causes her to squirm against the wall. It’s not enough at all, though at the same time it’s plenty to keep her going. He continues biting at her through the cloth, trailing his way down to her shoulders, the cold metal of his headband hits against her lightly on an occasion, not that she minds too much. He takes his mouth off of her, a bit displeased with how little marks his teeth left because of the cushioning of the mask. He goes to his knees rather quickly, pulling her pants away from her leaving her standing in underwear, his face right at her heat. “In my book, earlier, they were similar, you won’t mind if I get a taste tight?” He questions, (y/n) gives a small nod, letting him know he can continue on. He presses his clothed nose, right against her own clothed cunt, he breathes in. “Your smell is always lovely…” He comments mostly to himself, he begins to attempt to lick, his mask becoming wet as he does so, and finally the wetness hits her own fabric, wetting her clit as he pushes against it.

He runs his hands up her thighs, using his nose to stimulate her lightly. He uses a finger to pry her underwear to the side pressing a digit against her hole. (Y/n) lets out a small noise, placing her hands in his hair in the process. He dips a finger in, feeling her wet walls against such, (y/n) gives a small gasp, biting back to keep herself quiet. He moves to place his moth right over her entrance, prodding at it with his tongue, creating a soiled patch right on his mask. He inhales her scent as much as possible, almost thrusting at the air from that alone. He continues rubbing his nose against her clit, dipping his finger in deeper beginning to pump it in and out hastily. (Y/n) squeezes her eyes shut, reeling forward ever so slightly. He adds another finger to her entrance, (y/n) feels the way his mask is slowly dampening more while sitting face first at her heat, a feeling begins to creep into the pit of her stomach. She squeezes her legs together as much as possible, Kakashi’s other hand keeping her thighs apart just enough to continue. (Y/n) gives a quick ‘hggh!’ As she feels her insides clench around his slender digits, Kakashi slowly fingers her a few more times, letting her ride off her high. She begins to pant lightly, keeping quiet was more of a struggle than she originally thought.

“Good job (y/n)~” he comments, pulling his fingers out of her, and moving his face away from her cunt. He moves her underwear back to cover her up, standing up with a small stretch. “Awh, you ruined my mask huh?” He sniffs in again, he pulls his mask off of his face with his non-sticky hand, and he smiles to her once his mouth is visible. He puts the mask into his bag at his side, and pries (y/n)’s lips apart lightly with his soiled fingers, sticking them in. “Clean them up like a good girl.” He lightly demands, her tongue wraps around his digits as she tastes her own juice. Once deemed clean, he takes his fingers from her mouth, and places a kiss right to it, finally un-masked. They linger for a moment, continuing their kiss. Kakashi pulls away first, and (y/n) gives him a small pout, he pulls a new mask from his pocket, placing it back over his face. “We should get back to work mhm?” He rubs a thumb across her cheek, giving her a soft look, and helping her pull her pants back to herself, and helps straighten up her look.

(Y/n) smiles up at him, “I think after patrol you should fuck me with the mask on, you’d look good looming over me like that. And your breathing would get heavier.” She lightly pushes herself into his chest, hugging him, before stretching her arms in the air above herself. He hugs back, and watches her stretch, “yeah, okay. I’ll look forward to it doll.” He turns and makes his way out from behind the building and through the bushes, she watches him go with a small smile, and waits a moment before exiting from the opposite side, just in case of anyone being around.

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The Quest for a Second Life - Part 5 - 50 Shades of Audacity (1)

KAKASHI X ALPHA!READER

Summary: If suddenly waking up in an uncanny office had been bad, this time was worse, because you had a job interview, and the guy before you had just stormed out in tears. Why did you pick this world again? And why is your boss an asshole? And sexy? And with a nice voice? Fuck, this wasn't going to be good. GN!Dom!Alpha!Reader x Multiple

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, sex while both parties are a little tipsy, workplace violations, questions about someone not eating lunch due to being a workaholic, and overuse of the world asshole as an adjective. All alphas have dicks, fyi.

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! And a special happy holidays to those who guessed that our next omega was going to be Kakashi!!! December is well underway and I'm working hard to get all these chapters finished in time for the epilogue to be released on Christmas! The dynamic is different with this one, but I hope everyone enjoys nonetheless <333 I hope you enjoy the choice for the second character, @omeganronpa I'm honoured to call you my friend <333

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Epilogue

In the span of one blink, you went from standing in the library with James, to sitting on an uncomfortable chair in some kind of office waiting room. No matter how many times you jumped between realities, you swore you would never get used to the complete sensory change that happened in milliseconds. You had changed positions, clothes, company and scenery just like that.

Trying to gain your bearings, you tried to take in your new surroundings. Your first thought was that you had some serious déjà vu, as James’ uncanny valley of an office sprung to mind. Seriously, how many times were you going to suddenly gain consciousness in a soulless office?

At least this one was a lot less creepy, you admitted. It had doors and windows for starters, but the cavernous size of the room also helped diminish the claustrophobic feeling. Rather than beige, the room was decorated in a tasteful, modern, monochrome, boring but inoffensive, and better than too much beige in your opinion.

The copious amounts of soulless corporate art on every surface were the final touches that convinced you this was a real office and not set dressing for purgatory.

The waiting room was full of people though. You hadn’t seen this many people in one place since Itachi took you into town, and the general air of anxiety coming off them all was putting you on edge.

You fidgeted, uncomfortable at suddenly wearing formal business wear. The blue folder that was sitting on your lap shifted slightly, but you paid it no mind as you straightened everything out and readjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. To your left, what you could only describe as the combination of a modern water feature and grandfather clock chimed, signalling it as 09:00 AM.

‘James? Can you hear me?’

‘I can, human alpha.’

‘Great. Can you give me a run down of this pocket dimension please? It’s been like, two weeks since I read the blurb.’

‘Of course. ’50 Shades of Audacity’ follows MC, an alpha graduate student who lands the role of personal assistant to one of the most famous CEOs of the time, omega, Kakashi Hatake. MC discovers that Kakashi is hiding a submissive streak, and together, they explore their relationship while preparing for the yearly Autumn Company Party.’

You nodded idly as James explained it, vague memories coming back to you. The man next to you shot you a weird look, and you realised you were nodding at seemingly nothing. You cleared your throat and shifted awkwardly. Whoops.

Regardless, the blurb put your current situation into perspective. When you had chosen the book, you had expected to enter the world already working as a personal assistant, but you had a sneaking suspicion that this was the job interview and all the people sat with you were competition.

To confirm your suspicion, you opened the folder on your lap, and yep, it was filled with important documents, including your CV, degree certificate, and several references. Damn, for someone decently young, you seemed to be the perfect candidate. That did relieve some of the tension. The world was literally set up to push you into the role, and you were the perfect candidate, surely there was nothing to worry about. For now, you decided to try and relax. Job interviews were a pain in the ass, but this one hopefully wouldn’t be too bad. And you could always talk to James to pass the time.

‘James, I know you must be thinking something along the lines of, ‘what kind of human picks a life where they have a job, when they could choose to not have a job?’’

‘I have never had such a thought.’

‘But I’m playing the long game, James,’ you continued, ignoring her response. ‘This Hatake guy must be rolling in it, and so once we’re serious, there would be no reason for me to work anymore! And it’s not like we’d get divorced in an erotica novel, that wouldn’t make sense, so I just need this job to meet him, make him fall in love with me, and then, if I stay here, I’ll have a fancy CEO husband, and everything will work out great.’

‘I see. I believe humans term that strategy, ‘gold digging’.’

You were planning to argue back, but your outrage died on your lips when you realised that she was kind of right. You were only going to choose this omega if you actually loved him, of course, but you couldn’t deny that the main reason you had chosen this book in the first place was the money and possibility of a cushy life. And being able to retain access to the internet which was something you’d have to give up for a life with Itachi.

‘What backstory elements are set in stone here?’ you asked, realising that the amnesia trick wasn’t going to work a second time.

‘Primarily your qualifications and educational history. You also own both a flat and a car, although how you obtained those is up to you.’

Nice, that gave you a lot of freedom to work with. Also… was your flat nice? And what about your car? You hoped so, but even if they weren’t, you could get Hatake to pay for a nice upgrade.

A man with a clipboard walked out of the office door to your left and everyone in your vicinity snapped to attention. He had brown hair and intense, dark eyes that were a little unnerving. “The interviews for the personal assistant job have now begun. You will be called up one at a time. Ren Shimomura.”

The man who had given you a strange look earlier got up and walked into the office with a confident smile, his briefcase swinging gently by his side. When the door closed behind him, everyone relaxed a little and went back to their pointless busy tasks.

‘So, James, what can I expect from this job interview?’ you asked. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared, even if the universe was going to intervene for your success.

‘That question is more difficult to answer than you might think, human. Despite this pocket dimension being one of the most popular in the erotica category, no one has ever successfully passed the interview and obtained the personal assistant job.’

Your stomach dropped. What? That couldn’t be right, could it?

You laughed nervously, sure that you had misheard. ‘What? Surely the universe needs the person to get the job.’

‘Yes, it has been causing quite the issue. This world has been scheduled for removal for being too difficult to follow. You will be the last person from your realm to ever enter this one, whether you decide to stay or not.’

‘Thanks for warning me before I picked it,’ you ‘said’, your mental voice taking on a tinge of bitterness. So, you were pretty much doomed to failure here? Great.

‘I didn’t warn you, human.’

‘I know.’

Your mental conversation ended as the door to the office opened and the man, Ren, stormed out, looking like he was holding back angry tears. He exited the room swiftly, without so much of a glance back.

That certainly didn’t make you feel any better about your chances.

Neither did your name being called seconds later.

The man with the clipboard smiled at you as you stood, folder in hand. “Just in there, Mr. Hatake is waiting for you.”

You nodded and approached the door. Right, this was fine. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself of your situation. You didn’t need this job. You wouldn’t run out of money without it, you wouldn’t get blacklisted or arrested if something went wrong, you couldn’t die if something went very wrong. The very worst-case scenario was that you bungled this, spent the next two weeks enjoying some alone time in this world, and then returned to your beautiful witch.

So, really, what reason did you have to be nervous?

With that in mind, you took a fortifying breath and walked into the office with your head held high. This CEO couldn’t scare you.

The design of the office was much the same as the waiting room, with a monochrome colour scheme and minimal furniture. The entire back wall was glass, which bathed the office in natural light, but cast shadows around the impressive desk in the middle of the room. Behind the desk was an imposing desk chair that was currently faced away from you. The back of the chair was so high that you couldn’t technically tell if Hatake was sitting in it or not. In front of the desk was a much less impressive desk chair; presumably that chair was for you.

You walked towards your chair, marvelling at how cliché the whole ‘tall chair spin reveal’ thing was. What was he, a Bond villain? The main question though, was if he’d also be accidentally flashing his nipples at you. You stifled a laugh imagining a scary CEO turning around in his chair only for the buttons on his shirt to come flying off.

“Did I say that you could sit down?” The voice came from the highbacked chair, which was still facing away from you.

The CEO’s voice was hot, you couldn’t deny that, but his attitude was already ugly. What kind of high and mighty asshole spoke to people like that? Were you supposed to just stay standing until he offered the seat when he couldn’t even be bothered to face you? Fuck that.

Suddenly, what was remaining of your nervousness bled out of you, replaced by annoyance. Honestly, you had already accepted that you weren’t going to get this job or this omega as soon as James had explained the situation, but maybe you could still get something out of this. Like catharsis. You could berate Hatake on behalf of every shitty boss you couldn’t berate in the past and then this world would still be worth it.

“Unless you’re suffering from short term memory loss, there’s no need for me to answer that question.”

Finally, that seems to goad him into turning around. The chair swivelled, revealing Kakashi Hatake in all his glory. He was dressed in the exact kind of suit you expected for someone like him, expertly tailored, incredibly expensive, and in a tasteful blue colour. Just peeking out from his collar you noticed some clear scent patches, and you imagined you’d find the same ones on his wrists. He had grey-silver hair styled in a way that must have required a significant amount of hair wax, and equally grey eyes, one of which had a vertical scar running through it. He even had a frankly adorable beauty mark, what the fuck.

Fine. He was hot. That didn’t mean he wasn’t an asshole.

The look he was giving you was somehow both disparaging and uninterested, like he was looking at a badly painted wall.

“Why do you want this job?” he asked, voice bored and condescending. “You don’t seem like you’d be particularly good at it.”

You grit your teeth at his blatant disrespect, “Jobs provide the money which can be exchanged for goods and services required to facilitate survival, you see. Perhaps the silver spoon in your mouth prevented you from learning that dichotomy.” You missed your witch.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. He held out a hand, and you wordlessly passed him your folder of documents. You were honestly surprised that he hadn’t just kicked you out already. His motivations became clear however, when he picked out your CV, ripped it in half, and then tossed it in the bin.

This asshole! You were furious.

Hatake pressed a button on a raised box on his desk and began to speak into it, presumably to dismiss you and ask for the next person to be sent in.

You didn’t need this job, you couldn’t get into any meaningful trouble, and this man was royally pissing you off. Something in you just snapped.

“Tenzou, send—”

You grabbed him by his boring, blue tie and stood, pulling him partially over the desk and towards you. He gasped in surprise, letting go of the button as both hands flew up to grab your wrist. You expected him to immediately pull you off him, but he didn’t. He was still, staring at you with wide eyes. For the first time since you’d walked into his office, it felt like he was properly looking at you.

“I am the best fucking personal assistant out of any of those people out there, and I will not have some bratty CEO talk down to me, understood?”

“I’ll call security,” he said quietly, voice strangely hoarse.

“Don’t bother.” You let him go and he fell back heavily into his ridiculous chair.

“Senpai?” The clipboard man’s voice floated through the speaker on the black box. “Is everything okay? You cut out.”

The man didn’t reply to the message, he only stared at you. His face was blank, but you had the feeling that there was a lot going on inside his head.

‘Remember the story, human.’

For a moment, you thought James was encouraging you to play nice for the sake of the story, but then you realised that she meant. Fuck, that’s right, Kakashi Hatake was a secret submissive. He was probably very turned on and very confused right now. You sent him a cocky grin.

“The job starts Monday, yes?” He nodded, dumbly. “I’ll see you then, 08:00 sharp. All my documents are in the folder.” You walked to the door confidently, and just as you reached it, you turned. “Have a good day, sir.”

You opened the door just as the clipboard man tried to do the same on the other side. You paid neither him nor any of the other candidates any mind, you just strode towards the exit, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

The fresh air and sun hit you as you stepped outside into the office’s car park.

‘James, oh my god, I grabbed him by his tie.’

‘I saw, human, it was very unexpected. No other human has attempted such a method.’

‘I would so be blacklisted if this were real, James. Did… Did I do a good job? It felt like I did at the time, playing up to his submissive side, but now I just feel like I was crazy and there’s no way he’d give me the job.’

‘Only time will tell, human, I do not have the answers.’

‘Time… I can do that.’ You gazed out over the sea of cars, all shimmering in the sun. ‘Now, James, which car is mine?’

…

Once you had successfully found your nicer than expected car, you headed to your mysterious flat. It took longer than you thought, but at least you’d learnt some more about James; she was terrible at giving directions and did not know what a roundabout was.

Your flat, much like your car, was nicer than you expected for a recent graduate that worked as a personal assistant. It was stylish and cosy, with lots of wood tones and warm, textured fabrics. It could have fallen out of an interior design magazine, right down to the perfectly placed bowls of fruit. The flat even had a guest room and a home office.

You were going to put this one down to porn logic again and figure out some sort of explanation for why you had the money for this in your backstory.

After doing some snooping around the flat, you flopped down on your bed, feeling strangely exhausted. You pulled out your phone (and how strange it was to have modern technology back!) and checked the date. It was Friday lunch time, and you didn’t have to go to the job, presuming you even got it, until Monday. That meant you had an entire weekend to do what you wanted. That was the best news you’d heard all day.

‘James, is the entire world, I guess, loaded, for want of a better word? Like, theoretically, if I travelled across the world to a random village, would the people there be real? Does the world function outside of the story?’

‘Once you choose to remain in a world, it functions exactly like the one you came from, yes, complete with up to billions of people who each have their own lives. Not everything is ah, loaded, in this demo though. I would recommend staying firmly within this city for the time being.”

‘Amazing! That’s so exciting, James!’

‘If you say so.’

Alongside modern technology, staying in this world would also give you more chance to travel. With Itachi, you would be mostly going on foot, perhaps on a horse if you were lucky, but here you could be on the other side of the world in a day.

That was for future you to weigh up though, right now you needed to find a bank statement of some kind, because you wanted to spend this weekend pampering yourself and you needed to know your budget. You could think about Kakashi Hatake and this world later, once you had your thoughts in order.

The weekend passed in a blur of bubble baths, food delivery apps, and films. You’d even gone for a dip in your complex’s pool. It had been nice to recharge. You had enjoyed spending time with Itachi immensely, but you’d had almost no proper alone time for over half a month, and it was sorely needed.

The only other thing of note happened on Saturday, when you received an email from Hatake’s company, which contained your new company account and login details.

…

Walking into work on Monday was a surreal feeling that you couldn’t put into words. No one acted like anything strange had happened. You were treated like a normal new hire, which you suspected meant Hatake had kept the details of your interview to himself.

Speaking of Hatake, he was apparently in meetings all morning and so you wouldn’t see him for a few hours. You didn’t know if you were irritated or relieved that your likely awkward reunion would be postponed.

“So, here is Kakashi’s calendar, which kind of functions like the core of your job,” Iruka, the man who was training you, said. “You’ll be in charge of organising his appointments and commitments and reminding him to attend them.” The last part was added with a tone that suggested Hatake had not always been the best at either being on time or showing up at all.

“Got it. No double bookings, and smack Hatake with a ruler if he tries to escape.”

Iruka snorted, but quickly smothered the laugh with a hand. “Pretty much. For today, I’ve gone through your inbox and marked the emails that require appointments as urgent. You just need to schedule them and add them to his calendar. It’s pretty busy at the moment because of the Autumn Company Party at the end of the month, so don’t worry if everything’s a bit much. My desk is over there, so you can ask for help at any time, okay?”

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” You grinned at him, and he smiled back.

“Good luck!” With that he was gone. That wasn’t the first time the Autumn Company Party had come up, but you still weren’t sure what that had to do with the plot of his pocket dimension. It certainly wasn’t as straight forward as ‘collect the potion ingredients’.

‘James, what’s the deal with this party? What’s going to happen at it?’

‘There are many, many ways the event can play out, human. Seeing that you are the first to make it past the interview, I cannot even tell you which outcomes are most likely.’

‘Damn. Well, thanks anyway.’

You ended up whizzing through your work. It was incredibly simple, which could have been because they were taking it easy on you for your first day, or because work in general was easier in porn universes. You finished before Hatake was freed from his morning meetings, so you decided to do a little googling on your new boss. As such a high-profile CEO, you were sure you could find some information on him.

You put his name into the search bar and scrolled through the top results.

There were mostly news articles and links to the company websites, but eventually his Wikipedia page popped up and you clicked on it, skimming down the paragraphs immediately. Your eyebrows kept rising up as you read. His father, the original founder of the company had committed suicide when Kakashi was four years old, leaving him an orphan. He had been immediately added to the company’s board of directors (at four years old?!), and when he’d turned eighteen and those overseeing the company didn’t seem keen to pass it back to him, Kakashi had staged a business coup and seized control by force.

Jeez, what a life story.

Closing the Wikipedia page, you opened a couple of articles instead. One was a gossip magazine speculating on his famous bachelorhood and why he hadn’t settled down yet. Another was talking about the large donations he had made to several dog and animal welfare charities. The third was just a listicle of pictures of him from various point throughout his life. Ha. He looked like he was such a cute, grumpy kid.

You had to admit that his character was perfectly set up to redeem him for being an asshole at your first meeting. Dead parents, a tragic backstory, betrayal from those supposed to look after him, an animal lover… You bet that he had been forced to supress his emotions to avoid being manipulated as a child, too. That was about as stereotypical as you could get. Were he a fictional character, his fans would easily excuse any rudeness and ruthlessly defend him online. And that was fine, but they weren’t the ones who had to be on the receiving end of his rudeness.

Ugh, you didn’t know what to do with him. On one hand, you were happy ignoring him for being mean to you in your interview, but on the other, you kind of wanted to get to know him to see what the story was about. Maybe you’d put in a bit of effort as a show of good faith, but if he insisted on rebuffing you, you’d give up and find some other way to enjoy yourself. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.

Dog lovers were your weakness, so you couldn’t give up on him completely, not just yet.

You closed the tabs and, checking the time, you realised you still had some leeway before Hatake was free. You needed to come up with your backstory sharpish, because you didn’t have amnesia this time, and people would likely start asking questions about you once lunch hit. Best get your story straight first.

You grabbed a post-it note and jotted down your favourite acronym, MLHH (Money, Love, Health, Happiness), to keep you on target.

Loving parents, you definitely wanted those. Were they the ones you wanted funding your lifestyle? Hmm, no, how about a rich, eccentric aunt that sent money all the time? Yes, you’d always wanted a fun, rich uncle or aunt to spoil you. Perhaps she had been the one to buy you the house and car. You jotted it all down. You also crafted yourself two best friends and a couple of hobbies, just to enrich your life. As per James’ instructions, you left the academic stuff alone.

“Am I paying you to write details about your own life on post it notes?” A sudden voice from behind made you jump, smacking your knees on the underside of the desk with a bang.

You laughed awkwardly as you came face to face with the man of the hour, Kakashi Hatake, who had chosen a charcoal grey suit for today, giving him an overall monochrome vibe that matched the office building. He was staring at your post it note, unimpressed.

You snatched the note and put it in your pocket. Quick, find some way to change the subject!

“I’ve updated your calendar with more meetings and commitments. This afternoon you only have a phone call with a representative from a company that sells… custom dog bandanas?” You decided not to question it. “The rest of the afternoon is business as usual.”

He watched you for a moment before he nodded, and turned to enter his office door, which was only a few feet from your desk.

“Just so you know,” he said, turning to look at you over his shoulder, “more work is periodically added to your task list, you just need to refresh the page.”

The door slammed shut behind him. You made a frustrated noise. He was so rude, with his annoyingly hot face and perfect voice. God, he got on your nerves like no one else. Ugh, you already regretted deciding to give him a chance.

You refreshed the task list and watched it fill up with new tasks.

Why did you pick a world where you had a job again? Oh yeah, you were playing the long game. The long game sucked.

You spent the rest of the workday completing tasks and flip flopping on whether it was worth trying to chase the plot and romance Hatake. Instinctually you led towards no, but when you remembered how he’d responded to you in the interview, you wavered. Ultimately, your curiosity was too much to resist, so you hatched a plan to spend some time with him.

…

“Did you have someone sneak you lunch through the window, or have you not eaten yet today?” you asked, waltzing into Hatake’s office at exactly 17:05, coat and bag ready to leave.

Hatake finished whatever he was writing before putting down the pen and giving you a flat look. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, and I’m certain I told you to knock before coming in.”

“Firstly, the workday ended five minutes ago so you’re not the boss of me anymore. Secondly, that was the clearest no I’ve ever heard. You should make time to eat lunch, you know, it’s good for you.”

“If you don’t have anything of use to say, then leave.” Ugh, why were you dealing with this asshole again?

“Actually, I do.” He raised an eyebrow at you, like he was already dismissing your message. “Get dinner with me.”

That actually seemed to catch him off guard, if only for a moment. You had honestly been wondering if the side of him you glimpsed in your interview was some kind of hallucination, but there was a flicker of that same man now. Unfortunately, although you could see that, you could also see the moment he shut down the reaction and returned to his flat, impassive stare.

“I’m busy this evening—”

“I already moved your appointment to tomorrow morning.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. You didn’t know if it was irritation at your messing with his schedule or at interrupting him, but you did know that you were getting on his nerves. Good.

“And I suppose, if you’re inviting me, then you’re paying?” he challenged. “Fair warning, I have expensive taste.”

‘James, quick, what’s the best restaurant in the area?’

‘Kakashi Hatake often visits a restaurant about two miles from here, called La Liaison. It’s French, and incredibly pricy.’

Right, you tried to remember what you’d seen you your bank details. You could definitely afford one fancy meal; it was affording everything else after that that was the problem.

Hatake’s smug face at your hesitation spurred you on. You wracked your brain for some kind of solution.

‘James, if I decide that my rich aunt sends me large lump sums of money every month, will my bank account automatically replenish by the end of this demo?’

‘Technically, yes, although it will only happen if you choose this dimension permanently, as your rich aunt does not yet exist. You must also remember to speak or write any information you want to be true for it to take effect.’

Perfect. You could wipe that smug look off Hatake’s face, live a bit more frugally for the rest of the demo, and if for some unknown reason you chose to stay here, you’d have your money automatically replenished. You just had to remember to write the details down after dinner tonight.

“Of course, it’ll be my treat,” you smiled, tips tight. “Do you like French food? I heard La Liaison is lovely.”

Kakashi studied you for a moment, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing. Just as you thought you’d won the little verbal exchange, Hatake sent you a mocking eye smile. “And how are you planning on gaining a reservation at such short notice? The next available evening bookings are for two months from now.”

You tensed up like you’d been dealt a physical blow. Fuck, you forgot about bookings. There was no way you could allow him to win just like that, though. You took a deep breath, porn logic, I believe in you, please help me out, I’m trying to woo him, just as you wanted. Kind of.

“I’m sure it will all work out!” You voice was artificially chipper, and you could tell that Hatake was picking up on your anxiety. “Come on, what’s the harm? Let’s go!”

He watched you evenly. That was one thing you’d noticed about Hatake; he always thought before he spoke, choosing each action and word carefully. It made sense once you considered his childhood and was equal parts sad and irritating.

Just when you thought he was about to refuse and dismiss you, Hatake chuckled and stood, closing his computer and grabbing his suit jacket from the back of his ridiculously dramatic desk chair.

“I’ll have my chauffeur drop us off,” he said, walking to the door. You followed, kind of stunned that he had agreed at all. He locked the office door behind him. “There’s no parking available at this time of day in the town centre.”

You walked through the office side by side, watching your coworkers pack up or work late.

Everyone noticed you two, armed with bags and coats that made it obvious you were leaving together. There were gasps, there was gossiping, there were whispers. The man with the clipboard, who had introduced himself to you as Yamato, looked like he had seen a ghost. Was it really that strange to see this CEO leave work on time, or was it because he was with you?

Hatake paid them no mind, and you tried to do the same.

It was strange that he agreed to join you, but you didn’t get your hopes up that this meant he suddenly liked you. It was more likely that he was coming in order to force your hand. If you were humiliated by there being no tables, or not being able to afford the food you said you could, it would likely stop you from bothering him outside of work again.

You just really, really hoped there would somehow be a table.

Once you arrived at the car park, there was a sleek, black car waiting for you. You weren’t sure if Hatake had somehow called ahead without you noticing, or if his car was already ready for him, but it was very convenient. If the chauffeur was surprised that Hatake had a guest, he didn’t mention it.

The car was so obviously expensive that you felt a little uncomfortable sitting in it. You had never been so conscious of your hand placement in your life. The brat of a CEO didn’t seem to have the same problem, relaxing easily against the leather, looking right at home. He gave the driver the name of the restaurant, and you were off.

You took a moment to beg the pocket dimension that somehow you would be able to get a seat. ‘Porn logic, I’ve always loved and respected you, please pull through for me, just this once! I won’t be able to handle Hatake’s smug grin without punching him in the face.’

‘My name is James, human, and I cannot control these pocket dimensions.’

You snorted, ‘I wasn’t speaking to you James, sorry.’

“What’s so funny?” Hatake asked, breaking the silence. Oh, you had laughed out loud; you had to stop doing that. Were you also doing it when you were with Itachi, but there were just fewer people around to comment on it? Itachi seemed like the sort who would take a lot of weirdness in stride.

“Your face.”

Hatake let out an amused breath, “Are you always so childish?”

“What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.”

“Approximately five minutes until arrival, sir,” the chauffeur said, speaking through a speaker that connected the front and back sections of the car.

“Just Kakashi is fine,” he sighed. “I’ve told you that a hundred times.”

“If you say so, sir.” Hatake rolled his eyes but dropped the issue.

The final five minutes passed it silence.

…

La Liaison was a small modern building nestled at the very end of the high street, decorated in pastel blue and covered in artificial ivy. The whole building exuded a timeless elegance that made you glad your work dress code was formal. Stepping through the doors, you were welcomed by warm lighting, live piano music, and an impeccably dressed host. This was the exact kind of place you could see Hatake fitting right in.

“Good afternoon, and welcome to La Liaison. Can I take the name on your reservation, please?”

You could practically feel the amusement radiating off the smug asshole behind you as you were faced with the exact situation he had predicted. You just had to go for it. You believed in the porn logic!

(And if it didn’t work you were going to return to your flat with your tail between your legs, make James pull you out of this dimension early, and then ask Itachi for a potion that could remove memories instead of bringing them back.)

“Ah, well, we don’t technically have a reservation, but an acquaintance of mine mentioned that they just had to cancel theirs, so we were hoping there’d be a free table.”

Please work, please work, please work.

The two seconds between your request and the host’s response felt like an agonising eternity. Failure wasn’t an option; you couldn’t lose to your awful boss.

The relief you felt when the host’s face melted into a smile almost knocked you to your knees.

“Is that so? Yes, I just got off the phone with them, you’re lucky no one else has claimed the table yet. If you’ll pass my college your coats, I’ll take you to your table.”

Yes, yes, yes!! You loved porn logic so much. It seemed like anything was fair game as long as it pushed you and Mr. Smug together. Speaking of Mr. Smug, you mouthed ‘I told you so’, as you walked to your table. He did not respond.

The table was, unsurprisingly, very romantic. It was secluded away in the corner, pressed up against a window and yet sectioned from the rest of the restaurant by a divider. The table sat two people, and its white tablecloth was covered in candles and rose petals. Of course, the cancelled reservation was for a romantic date. You weren’t going to complain though; a table was a table.

You both sat down. You briefly debated pulling out the chair for Hatake, but you decided against it at the last minute. You were both handed menus and informed of the soup of the day before the waiter left you in peace. The illusion of privacy helped you relax, despite the stuffy atmosphere.

“An acquaintance, huh?” Kakashi asked, unfolding his napkin and laying it over his lap. He obviously didn’t believe your lie.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly annoying?” you said, instead of answering his question.

“Once or twice.”

“Well then,” you shot him a sarcastic smile, “I’m glad you have such honest people in your life.”

“As am I.” The eye smile he sent you this time seemed more genuine, and you had to hold back your laugh.

The conversation faded for a moment as the background chatter from the rest of the restaurant filled the space. It was weird to be here with him, and maybe you were still riding the high of getting a table, but you were already enjoying yourself.

“So… you come here often?” you asked, picking up the menu. You supressed a wince at the prices. “It seems like you’re right at home.”

“It makes for a convenient location to dazzle those who demand such treatment before they’ll sign anything.”

“Ugh, so this is where you take people to schmooze them? Gross.” You flipped over the menu to find the drinks section, only to belatedly realise that the drinks had their own menu already on the table. “I can’t imagine you doing that successfully; you’re so rude.”

“Maybe you just bring out the worst in me.”

The way he reused your words from earlier reluctantly brought a smile to your face. Okay fine. Fine! You’d admit that he was witty, and you had some good chemistry. And he was hot. But that was it! That didn’t mean you were going to fall in love with someone so annoying!

‘I believe you were also interested in his love for dogs, human alpha.’

‘James, I’m trying to live in denial here, and you’re ruining it.’

‘My apologies. Does that mean that I should also refrain from mentioning your obvious obsession with his beauty mark?’

Sometimes, you weren’t sure that James wasn’t an elaborate troll.

Scanning the menu, you decided the vegetarian pasta looked nice. And if it was also the cheapest thing on the menu, well that was just a coincidence. This better be one of the best meals of your life.

Kakashi left his menu completely untouched. Right, he’d been here countless of times to charm people into signing away their money. He was probably treating this dinner as something similar, but with you wanting something from him instead. You doubted he’d believe you if you said you were doing this out of curiosity. But the questioned remained, how could you make this feel different for him?

Suddenly, it hit you; he liked when other people took control. You had an idea.

‘James, can you tell me what Kakashi normally orders from here?’

‘He always orders one of the seafood dishes, accompanied by a white wine.’

Right. Perfect. What you were about to do would be so out of order in real life, but you had plot armour, and honestly you wanted to see what would happen.

When the waiter returned, he directed his, “Are you ready to order?”, towards Kakashi. He probably recognised him if he was a regular, and figured he was schmoozing another hapless soul.

That didn’t fit what you had in mind though.

“Yes, we are,” you said confidently, before Kakashi could speak. “We’ll have a bottle of the Chateau Sixtine Blanc and some still water for the table. For food, I’ll have the vegetarian pasta, and he’ll have the Coquilles Saint-Jacques.”

Kakashi’s stare was intense, but he didn’t intervene. The waiter seemed taken aback that you were ordering for the table, but when Kakashi made no move to dispute what you’d said, he nodded, collected your menus, and left. You expected to be admonished in some way, but Kakashi remained silent.

Drinks arrived quickly. The waiter poured you both a glass of the wine and some water before he was gone again. Kakashi picked up the wine glasses and swirled it dramatically before taking a sip.

When he spoke, you had expected a question about how you found out his usual order, or perhaps a comment on the wine, but no, instead, he was his usual blunt self.

“I wonder what it is you’re hoping to gain from this.”

“That’s fine, you can wonder all you like.”

He sent you a measured look, “Has anyone ever told you you’re incredibly annoying?”

You grinned, “Nope!”

“I see. Well, I hope you’ll be blessed with some honest people in your life soon, I’ve found having them around to be extraordinarily helpful.”

You snorted mid sip of wine, which probably didn’t look attractive. Coughing, you looked up, expecting a judgemental look for behaving such a way in a fancy restaurant, but Kakashi just looked amused.

“Can I ask you a question?” You dabbed your lips with your napkin to soak up any stray wine drops. “What was the deal with that interview? It didn’t seem like you even wanted any applicants there. Was it just some weird form of employment hazing?”

“Simple. I didn’t want an assistant; I work better alone.”

“Then why hold the interview at all?”

“The board of directors were very… persistent. I knew they’d only shut up if I scared off every personal assistant in the city.”

You sent him a searching look, “But you hired me.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “You had comedy value.”

Comedy value!? This dick.

“Liar,” you shot back. “You just think I’m hot, admit it.”

You got another one of his infuriating eye smiles. “If you say so.” God, you wanted to punch him, and maybe kiss him. Fuck.

“Whatever, just know that it’s your turn to pay for dinner next time, an I’m ordering the most expensive thing I can find.”

“If we go out for dinner too often, people will talk.”

“As if they aren’t already,” you said, referencing the sate of the office you’d left behind. You’d bet that they’d all stayed late to swap theories. “Yamato looked at us like a child who’d just walked in on his parents having sex.”

Kakashi seemed amused, “He would not appreciate that description.”

“That doesn’t make it any less true.”

As the conversation flowed, so did the wine. You were surprised by how much fun you were having. Hatake was a great conversationalist and the rapid-fire banter had you laughing out loud more than once. The food was just as good as you’d hoped as well.

To your utter delight, Hatake’s face turned pink as he drank. So cute. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to feel the warm skin. Kakashi leaned into the hand in an almost nuzzle. You did not expect him to reciprocate. Shocked, you froze, hand still on his cheek.

Hatake seemed surprised too because he suddenly wrenched himself away from you. You pulled your hand back like it’d been burnt.

You’d bet anything that he was touch starved.

“Sorry, Hatake, I don’t know why I—”

“Kakashi,” he muttered, “you can call me Kakashi. Everyone does.”

“Kakashi,” you repeated, sending him a small smile. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. You kind of wanted to lick his face.

Kakashi’s phone buzzed in his pocket, shattering the moment. Disappointingly, he immediately slipped it out of his pocket and checked the message. You weren’t exactly surprised that he put checking his phone over your conversation, but it was still rude, whether you expected it or not.

Kakashi made an amused noise as he saw the expression on your face. “I only have audible notifications on for important people; I’m just checking to make sure nothing is wrong, there’s no need to look so offended.”

You sputtered, face heating up, “I’m not offended! I was just thinking it was rude to check your phone at dinner.”

“Ruder than ordering for someone else without their permission?”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, crossing your arms. “You liked it.”

Kakashi didn’t acknowledge you as he checked his messaged. You watched his eyes move from side to side as he read, before he eventually barked out a laugh and put the phone away.

“What’s funny?”

“One of my friends evidently found out that I was out to dinner. He has wished us luck on our youthful endeavours.”

You pulled a face at the weird phrasing. “He sounds… interesting.”

“You have no idea,” Kakashi said before emptying his wine glass.

“People seem so surprised about this. You don’t get out much then?”

Kakashi barked a laugh that sounded surprisingly bitter, and then didn’t elaborate. In true erotica love interest fashion, there was something brewing below the surface. Touch starved, orphaned, rich, but lonely, he was about as stereotypical as it got. You wondered if he’d also killed someone like Itachi? Hmm, probably not. This was a modern universe, and there were normally more severe consequences for things like that. It would have at least been mentioned on his wiki page.

By the time you had finished eating, the city outside the window had lit up in the darkness. The traffic had died down once rush hour ended, but the occasional car still passed by. You checked your phone and realised you’d been having dinner with Kakashi for almost two hours.

Your pride didn’t stop you from admitting that the time was flying because you were having fun.

Still, it was getting late, so you waved down a waiter and requested the bill. You were hoping that, seeing as you’d taken charge with ordering, that he would… yes! The waiter put the bill down in front of you instead of Kakashi.

You grinned at him smugly; you’d been assigned dom by wait staff.

He rolled his eyes at you, but you could see the smile on his face.

The bill wasn’t great, but it could have been worse. Clearly you hadn’t managed to keep your grimace supressed completely though because Kakashi noticed.

“Having second thoughts?” He was annoyingly observant.

You had never pulled out your card faster, grateful that you’d found your pin number written down in some old documents in your flat. Kakashi watched you pay, a strange glint in his eyes.

Did he assume you were going to dine and dash and make him pay or something? No… that wasn’t it. His ears had gone red too, and not from the alcohol.

He liked it, you realised gleefully. He liked that you ordered for him. He liked that you paid for him. He liked that you had decided on the place and time and dragged him along. It fit his reaction and it fit his character.

You were certain that most of his acquaintances either saw Kakashi as some kind of aloof, ‘didn’t believe in love’ character, or as a hard dom. And on the surface, sure, you could understand why they thought that, but how could anyone continue to think so once they spoke to him properly, when he was practically crying out for someone to take care of him?

Exhilaration ran through you. Maybe you were in this for more than just curiosity now.

“Come on,” you said, standing. “It’s getting late, and I still need to get my car—Shoot, I’m probably over the limit. I guess it’s a taxi for me then.”

“I can drop you home.” Kakashi stood as well, and you both walked to collect your coats. “It won’t be a problem.”

“Thanks,” you said relieved. You needed to at least try to budget after the amount you just spent on dinner.

Just as you were putting on your coats, Kakashi’s phone ran in his pocket. Remembering what he said about only having important people on vibrate, you remained silent as he took the call. You couldn’t quite make out the murmurs on the other side of the call, but Kakashi didn’t look pleased.

“Right… Okay… And there’s no alternate route? Of course… It can’t be helped, just meet me at the office.”

Did he have a last-minute work obligation perhaps?

“Yes, okay, I’ll see you soon.” He hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket. “Bad news, there’s been a minor accident on the road and my driver can’t get to us. We can get through on the pedestrian pathways just fine, so we’ll have to go back to the office on foot.”

“Oh, that’s not a big deal, it’s only about twenty minutes, right?” You didn’t understand why he seemed so serious about a minor hold up. Did he think you were going to be mad at him or something? Kakashi relaxed imperceptibly as it became clear that you didn’t mind.

It only occurred to you later, once you were well into the walk, that Kakashi was used to schmoozing a bunch of hoity toity rich people at La Liaison who probably would throw a fit at such a minor inconvenience. Those kinds of people were the worst.

“Why did you ask me to dinner tonight?” Kakashi asked. He spoke casually, but in a way that suggested the casualness was being used to disguise a more serious question.

You knew that he wouldn’t stop until he got an answer that satisfied him, and you didn’t want your relationship to be stained by doubts as to your intentions, so you decided to give him an answer as close to the truth as possible. If you started talking about erotic fiction, he’d probably call some kind of doctor.

“Because you seemed miserable, and I was curious about you. Figured this would kill two birds with one stone. Also, you piss me off, I won’t lie.”

“You took me to dinner because I piss you off?” Kakashi asked, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Is that some kind of fetish or is it a psychological defect?”

You squawked indignantly and tried to hit him on the arm. He dodged it, laughing.

“You’re one to talk! You hired me after I grabbed you by the tie in a job interview. That’s got to be a fetish and a psychological defect!” You shoved him on the shoulder, and he immediately shoved you back, and before you knew it, you were having a children’s battle on the street.

A random woman from across the street gave you a dirty look, you stuck your tongue out at her. Kakashi giggled, like, actually giggled, and that sent you into hysterics.

Maybe you’d had more to drink than you thought.

“You know,” you said, throwing your arm over his shoulder, “next time I take you out, we’re going to McDonald’s. It’s cheaper, and I think it’ll be funny to watch you sit there in your suit. Wait, have you ever been to a McDonald’s before?”

“I’m wealthy, I’m not an alien.” He rolled his eyes at you. He seemed to do that a lot. You couldn’t imagine him sitting in a McDonald’s. “I go every other week because my dogs like the carrot sticks from there.”

“You feed your dogs carrot sticks from McDonald’s?”

“Yep.”

“Have you ever considered, I don’t know, buying a pack of carrots?”

“No, because they like the ones from McDonald’s.”

You shook your head in disbelief. Rich people were crazy. “How many dogs do you have anyway?”

“Eight.”

“EIGHT?!”

…

Car parks at night, familiar or not, were unnerving in the way that liminal spaces always were. At least you were almost at the office doors, where Kakashi’s chauffeur was going to pick you both up. You were glad to finally get there, because as fun as the walk had been, the Autumn night was surprisingly chilly, and it was taking genuine effort to remember all of Kakashi’s dogs’ names. You were honestly surprised that the porn logic didn’t add any strange occurrences on the walk.

Naturally, the second that thought formed in your head, something happened.

As you passed round the side of a tall fence, your shirt got caught on a stray piece of metal. What would have been a minor inconvenience, barely a rip, in your old reality, was a complete pornographic disaster in this one, as every button on your shirt somehow ripped off, leaving your shirt hanging open.

The cold air hit your skin and goosebumps erupted all over your chest. Yelping, you dragged the pieces of shirt back together and held them firmly closed. Obviously, you weren’t fast enough to stop Kakashi from getting a look. The way he was pointedly looking away from you, rosy cheeked, said it all.

“Stupid fence,” you grumbled, giving it a dirty look. This wasn’t exactly the first time, or even the coldest time, that porn logic had decided to spontaneously strip someone, but it always managed to catch you off guard. Did the people who lived in erotica worlds always carry spare changes of clothes just in case?

“Are you hurt?” Kakashi asked. He sounded a little awkward, but ultimately sincere. It was nice that he’d decided to go for genuine concern over sarcasm, and you decided to do the same.

“I’m fine, it just caught me by surprise. At least it’s dark so no one caught an eye full.”

Kakashi coughed. Okay, no one apart from him.

“I’ll send a message to maintenance in the morning, but for now, I have a spare shirt in my office that you’re welcome to borrow for the evening.”

Huh, what do you know, people did keep spare clothes around. You were about to decline, citing the late hour and the fact that you were wearing a coat that you could do up, when you realised what was happening. You’d bet anything that something sexy would happen if you followed him up to his office.

“That would be great, thanks.” You weren’t going to let this slide from your grip when he was so pretty. And honestly, he was starting to seem like less of an asshole in general. He was fun, traumatised, and had eight dogs, if that wasn’t your type, you didn’t know what was.

…

Flickering the lights on in his office, Kakashi went into one of the cupboards to look for the shirt while you snooped at the ornaments he had on his shelves. Notably, there were no pictures. You picked up a weird ceramic circle statue and turned it over to see if it did anything cool.

You had passed a security guard on the way up to Kakashi’s office, that looked very intrigued as to why you two were together so late, and why your shirt was ripped open, so you resigned yourself to the rumour mill only getting worse by tomorrow.

“Are you nosy by nature or just interested in my office in particular?”

“Shut up.” You put back the ornament and turned to face him. He was holding the spare shirt in his hand. “You want to fuck me so bad, don’t deny it.”

You expected another eye roll.

“Oh, you have no idea,” he growled, watching you intensely. Oh, that wasn’t an eye roll.

One moment you were staring at him, unsure of what to say, and the next, you were crashing together, lips, tongue, and teeth, in a horny and aggressive kiss. You didn’t know which one of you moved first, you didn’t really care, you only knew that Kakashi was hot and infuriating, and you wanted to kiss him until he couldn’t make that smug face anymore.

Kissing Kakashi was giving you whiplash. He was different to Itachi in every way you could think of. He was confident, aggressive, he fought with you, clashed with you, and he seemed to determined to kiss you twice as hard as you kissed him.

It was obvious that Kakashi’s submission wouldn’t be freely given like Itachi’s, no, you would have to earn it. The challenge scratched at your instincts, and suddenly you wanted to prove to this omega that he could trust you. A good orgasm should lay the groundwork for that.

Both coats were quickly discarded as you kissed, and your ruined shirt fell off moments later.

You had been consciously avoiding his hair in fear of the amount of wax you figured he used to keep that hair style, but one weak moment, as Kakashi’s hips jolted forwards towards yours, you forgot, and ran you fingers through it.

To your surprise, your fingers glided through the soft strands easily. You were so shocked that you broke the kiss. You furrowed your eyebrows as you examined his hair.

“What are you doing?” he panted, confused.

“How the fuck does your hair stay up like that without any hairspray or wax?”

“What?” He sounded baffled. “This is just what my hair looks like. Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

The kiss resumed, somehow more desperate and aggressive than before. Kakashi grabbed your waist so hard that you could feel the pin pricks from his nails digging into your skin. In return, you made use of your new found knowledge and grabbed a handful of Kakashi’s hair.

You pushed him backwards, never once breaking the rhythm of your kiss, until his upper thighs made contact with the front of his desk. His pot of pens fell as the desk jolted, scattering the expensive pens all over the ground. Neither of you paid it any mind.

When you finally pulled away for air, Kakashi wasted no time, immediately latching onto your neck with reckless abandon. There was something feral about him that was making you hot. He didn’t hold back. You could tell that he was experienced, and he was using every drop of that experience to his advantage.

While he was distracted, you worked on undoing his buttons. It was harder than it looked to remain focused while Kakashi was doing his best impression of a vampire on your neck.

“You have way too many fucking buttons on this shirt.”

“It’s a normal number of buttons,” he murmured against your skin.

“There is literally nothing normal about you.”

“And you say I’m the rude one.”

“That’s because you fucking are.”

Eventually, you managed to undo the last button. Your noise of triumph morphed into a moan as Kakashi nipped around your collar bone. You used his hair to tug him back before loosening his tie and pushing the shirt off his shoulders.

The way his torso looked, bare but with a loose tie hanging over it, unlocked a kink you didn’t know you had. In fact, everything about him was hot. As you dragged the shirt down his arms, you could feel his muscles flexing. Kakashi was strong and broad, and he wore it so well.

You didn’t bother pulling the shirt off all the way, instead letting it bunch at his wrists, acting as a semi-restraint. He tugged at it experimentally, and when he found it restricting his movement, his pupils dilated.

You cooed as you ran your hands all over his naked torse. That’s right, he was a forceful person, certainly, but any shows of dominance were likely performative or learnt behaviours, because this man was a giant sub at heart.

You grabbed his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled it lightly. Kakashi growled at you, but you knew what he was doing; he wasn’t telling you to stop, he was challenging you. You growled back, stronger, louder, and just as you thought, his growling stopped, and his scent took on a delicious hint of submission.

“God, you really are annoyingly hot,” you growled, biting along his jaw. “Emphasis on annoying.”

“Takes one to know one,” he fired back, squeezing your waits.

“Mutual handjob?” you whispered against his skin, already undoing his trousers, before doing the same with yours.

“That the first intelligent thing you’ve said all night.”

“Fuck you.”

You grabbed Kakashi’s muscular thighs and lifted him slightly until he was perched on his desk. A stack of papers tipped over and fluttered to the ground, but that wasn’t a problem for present you, so you happily ignored the chaos in favour of the panting omega in front of you.

You took your dick out from your pants and did the same for Kakashi. They bumped up against each other, searingly hot and unflinchingly hard. You let out a whistle of appreciation at his cock. It was big, bigger than most alphas you’d met, and certainly bigger than any omega’s cock you’d ever seen. In fact, just eyeballing it, he was roughly the same size as you. His shaft was as pale as the rest of him, but the head was an angry red. It was girthy too, and it felt hot and solid in your palm.

Purposefully, you thrust your hips forward, guiding your cock against his with both of your hands. Kakashi moaned, thrusting up to meet you. He could only watch, his hands restrained as they were.

You kept your hands around the dicks, keeping them aligned as you both started to rut against each other. Beads of pre cum quickly made their appearance, which only made everything else feel that much better.

There was something deeply satisfying about what you were doing, especially because you were both still half-dressed. It made it feel desperate, like you couldn’t wait long enough to get your clothes off, too desperately attracted to each other, and had instead chosen to rub off on each other like horny teenagers.

You made out messily while you grinded against each other. Maintaining a consistent pace was a little difficult, especially as things got wetter and wetter, but you managed. There was something sexy about the chaos. The increased sensitivity from being in the erotica world didn’t hurt either.

Your moans and groans increased in frequency as you got closer. If felt like every nerve ending you had was on fire, and Kakashi looked much like you felt, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that was obvious under the hard corporate lighting.

Technically, with it being so bright inside and so dark outside, anyone who happened to glance up would have got a glimpse of you, but you were both too far gone to care.

“You love having someone take control of you, don’t you Kakashi,” you moaned, pressing your lips against his. “You’re tired of always being in control, aren’t you? The big CEO, everyone’s relying on you, but who do you get to rely on? Who looks after you? You want someone to do that, don’t you? You’re a walking, talking CEO stereotype.”

“Who says I’m going to give control to you?” he panted, licking his lips. “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?”

“Hmm, nope, I think I’m right on track,” you teased. Already picking up on his proclivity for biting, you gave a bite in return, just shy of where a mating mark might theoretically go. Kakashi gasped, his hands straining at the shirt that restrained them. “I’ll get you to submit to me properly, one day.”

“We’ll see.”

The alcohol and the increased sensitivity were mixing together to make this tryst shorter than expected, but Kakashi seemed to be in the same boat, so you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The banter ceased as the final stretch towards your orgasms started.

As your ending approached, you bent down and sealed your lips with Kakashi’s once more. Suddenly, everything crested, and pleasure flowed over you in waves. Your thrusts got sloppy, but neither of you cared. Kakashi came with a guttural moan. His stomach muscles flexing in a hypnotic dance.

The extra cum afforded by the porn logic soaked both your dicks and your hands, staining both pairs of trousers too. It dripped onto the carpet, and if the security guard didn’t spread a rumour about you and Kakashi hooking up, one of the cleaners probably would.

Some of Kakashi’s cum had even landed on the spare shirt, so you now had a choice between a torn shirt, or one covered in cum to match your stained trousers. Great. Why did horny you always make such bad decisions?

You and Kakashi remained leaning against each other for a while, just catching your breaths and marvelling at how fast your relationship had move. You wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told you during your interview that you’d end up grinding on that asshole’s desk a few days later.

‘I would have believed it.’

‘Thanks, James.’

Kakashi opened his mouth to speak, but the door to his office suddenly opened, cutting him off. You both stiffened, snapping up to face the intruder like a pair of deer in headlights.

There, standing in the doorway with the expression of a man who was entirely done with life, was Kakashi’s chauffeur. Instead of an apology of any kind, the man just sighed.

“The car is downstairs when you are ready. Please try and clean up before getting in, the leather won’t forget these kinds of smells easily.” With that, he left, shutting the door firmly behind him.

You and Kakashi looked at each other, then to the door, and then to each other, before you both burst out laughing.

What a way to end the night.

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todorokis-girl · 5 months ago

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Between Shadows and Light - Kakashi x Reader (Pt 3)

part 1 Part 2

In the aftermath of the Uchiha massacre, Y/N finds herself grappling with loss, duty, and an unexpected connection with Kakashi Hatake. As she cares for Sasuke and navigates her feelings for the enigmatic Copy Ninja, their bond deepens amidst missions, village gossip, and unresolved emotions. But with Sasuke’s protectiveness and Itachi’s shadow looming over them, can Y/N truly find love and normalcy, or is her heart forever tied to the past?

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Y/N strolled back toward her house, the quiet streets of Konoha a welcome reprieve from the chatter of the market. She’d run into Kakashi earlier than expected, and as always, his presence had left her thoughts unsettled. He had a way of lingering, even when he wasn’t physically there.

When she reached her doorstep, she paused, her hand resting on the wooden frame. Inside, she could hear Sasuke moving around—probably sharpening his kunai or organizing his gear. He was meticulous like that, a trait he’d honed as he grew older.

She stepped inside and found him sitting at the small dining table, a book open in front of him. He barely glanced up as she entered, but she didn’t miss the faint tension in his shoulders.

"Back so soon?" he asked, his tone neutral.

"Errands didn’t take long," she replied, setting down her bag. She studied him for a moment. "Something on your mind?"

He shrugged, not meeting her gaze. "Training’s been... frustrating."

Y/N pulled out a chair and sat across from him. "Kakashi giving you a hard time?"

Sasuke finally looked up, his dark eyes narrowing. "He holds back. He treats me like I can’t handle anything serious."

Y/N’s lips twitched in a faint smile. "That’s because you're still traiming. The basics are an essential part of solid foundation."

Sasuke scowled, but she could see the flicker of acknowledgment in his expression.

"Give it time," she said softly. "Kakashi’s not one to rush things, but he sees potential in you. He wouldn’t waste his time otherwise."

The corner of Sasuke’s mouth twitched, almost forming a smile, but he caught himself and looked away. "Whatever."

Y/N chuckled, standing up and ruffling his hair as she passed him. "Dinner will be ready soon. Don’t make that face for too long—it might stick."

Later that evening, after Sasuke had gone to bed, Y/N stepped out into the backyard. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the small garden. She wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the wooden railing of the porch as her thoughts drifted.

She didn’t hear him approach at first.

"You’re quieter than usual," Kakashi said from behind her, his voice low but unmistakable.

She turned her head slightly, unsurprised to see him leaning casually against the side of the house, his arms crossed. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, pushing off the wall and walking toward her. "Couldn’t sleep. Figured you might be awake."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And why would you assume that?"

He gave her a look that made her stomach twist in an infuriatingly familiar way. "You've always had a terrible sleep schedule"

She exhaled sharply, turning back to the garden. "I didn’t realize I was that predictable. Besides, it's the only time in the day I get to myself, Sasuke has always been an early to bed sort of kid"

Kakashi stepped closer, his presence warm despite the cool night air. "It’s not a bad thing. Just means I pay attention."

Y/N’s heart gave an involuntary lurch, but she kept her voice steady. "What do you want, Kakashi?"

There was a pause, and when he spoke again, his tone was softer. "Maybe I just wanted to see you."

She turned to face him, her arms still crossed defensively. "You know you make things harder whenever you say things like that"

"I know," he said simply "But you can handle it". His gaze, visible through the mask and his one uncovered eye, held hers steadily.

For a moment, the space between them felt impossibly small. She was acutely aware of the way he was standing, the way his voice had dropped just enough to make her pulse quicken.

"Kakashi—"

Her words were cut off when he stepped closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch her cheek but stopping short.

Neither of them moved.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel the tension like a live wire between them. He leaned in, just slightly, his gaze flicking to her lips.

"Y/N—"

The sound of the sliding door slamming open shattered the moment.

"Y/N, where’s—"

Sasuke’s voice broke through, and the two of them sprang apart like they’d been caught doing something forbidden.

Y/N turned toward Sasuke, her heart hammering in her chest. "What is it?" she asked, her voice higher than she intended.

Sasuke frowned, his gaze flicking between them suspiciously. "I forgot to ask if we have more shuriken. I’m low."

"In the weapons chest," she replied quickly, avoiding his gaze.

Sasuke lingered for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly before he turned and disappeared back into the house.

As soon as he was gone, Y/N let out a shaky breath.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck, his posture as nonchalant as ever. "Well, that was... unfortunate timing."

She glared at him, though her cheeks were still flushed. "You should go."

"Are we going to talk about—"

"No," she said firmly, cutting him off.

His visible eye crinkled slightly, though she couldn’t tell if it was in amusement or something else. "Fair enough. Goodnight, Y/N."

She didn’t respond as he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts and the unmistakable feeling that something between them had just shifted.

The days that followed were a blur of normalcy, yet the air between Y/N and Kakashi felt undeniably different. She avoided him as much as her responsibilities allowed, throwing herself into training with Sasuke, mission briefings, and mundane village errands. Despite her efforts, the memory of that almost-kiss lingered, replaying at the most inconvenient moments—when she was alone in her room, when Kakashi passed her in the market, or when Sasuke mentioned his name offhandedly.

Sasuke, sharp as ever, didn’t miss her newfound tension.

"You’ve been distracted," he remarked one afternoon during training.

Y/N turned to him, kunai in hand, forcing a smile. "Have I?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You keep pausing like you’re somewhere else."

She let out a quiet sigh and crossed her arms, trying to appear nonchalant. "I’ve just had a lot on my mind."

Sasuke’s expression didn’t change. "Does it have to do with Kakashi?"

Her breath hitched, but she recovered quickly. "Why would you say that?"

"You’re avoiding him." Sasuke’s tone was matter-of-fact, but his eyes held an edge of suspicion. "It’s obvious."

Y/N hesitated, weighing her response carefully. "Kakashi and I have worked together for a long time. Sometimes… things get complicated."

"Complicated how?"

"It’s nothing you need to worry about," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "Focus on your training."

Sasuke didn’t push further, but the doubt in his eyes lingered.

That evening, after Sasuke had gone to bed, Y/N found herself restless. The house was silent except for the faint chirping of crickets outside. She sat on the porch, her knees pulled to her chest, staring at the stars as if they held the answers she couldn’t find.

"You’ve been avoiding me."

The voice startled her, but she didn’t turn around. She knew who it was. To be honest, he was the only person to ever step foot into the Uchiha compound besides herself and Sasuke.

"You have a habit of sneaking up on people," she said, her tone dry.

Kakashi stepped into view, his hands in his pockets, his ever-present mask obscuring his face. "Only when they’re trying to avoid me."

She let out a small sigh, looking away. "What, Kakashi?"

He sat down beside her, leaving a respectful distance between them. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"About the other night…" he began, his voice quieter than usual.

"There’s nothing to talk about," she interrupted quickly, hugging her knees tighter.

"You don’t think so?"

She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing. "Kakashi—"

"You felt it too," he said simply, his tone steady but laced with something she couldn’t quite place. "Didn’t you?"

Her chest tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm. "It doesn’t matter."

"It does. We've been feeling like this for years Y/N; why do you keep running away?"

She turned to face him fully, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Do you think this is easy for me? I can’t—" She stopped herself, taking a deep breath. "Sasuke’s my priority. Everything else comes second. Including… whatever this is."

Kakashi studied her, his visible eye softening. "I understand," he said after a long pause. "But you don't have to be alone to take care of Sasuke"

"I’ve been alone for years," she replied quietly. "It’s easier that way."

He reached out, hesitating for a moment before his hand rested lightly on her arm. "You’re not alone, Y/N. No matter how much you may think you are; you've never been"

The weight of his words settled between them, heavy and unspoken. She looked down at his hand, then back up at him, her resolve wavering.

Before either of them could say another word, the sound of a door sliding open broke the moment.

"Y/N?"

Sasuke’s voice was groggy, but it cut through the tension like a knife.

Kakashi immediately pulled his hand back, his demeanor shifting to something more neutral. Y/N turned to Sasuke, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "What’s wrong?"

"Can’t sleep," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Go lie down," she said gently. "I’ll be in soon."

Sasuke nodded, glancing briefly at Kakashi before retreating back inside.

Y/N stood, brushing off her clothes. "You should go," she said, not meeting Kakashi’s gaze.

He hesitated, but eventually rose to his feet. "Goodnight, Y/N."

She didn’t respond as he walked away, disappearing into the night. Once he was gone, she let out a shaky breath, her emotions a tangled mess.

No matter how hard she tried, the walls she’d built around herself were beginning to crack. And Kakashi, whether he realized it or not, was becoming impossible to ignore.

After she helped Sasuke settle back to bed she found herself sitting on the grass of her backyard again. As late as it was, the quiet helped to dig through her memories. The house was silent except for the faint chirping of crickets outside. Her knees pulled to her chest, staring at the stars as if they held the answers she couldn’t find. And yet, her thoughts drifted back to Kakashi.

Her mind wandered to the beginning, to the time he had first come to her seeking help with the Sharingan. He had been hesitant, awkward even, in the way he asked. At the time, Y/N had been drowning in her grief, struggling to make sense of her place in the village after the massacre. Teaching Kakashi had given her purpose, a way to channel her pain into something meaningful.

She remembered the early days of his training vividly—the quiet mornings in the clearing outside the village, where they practiced until the sun dipped below the horizon. Kakashi had been a quick study, but the strain of using the Sharingan without an Uchiha’s natural chakra reserves had worn him down fast. Still, he never complained, and Y/N admired his determination even when she refused to say it aloud.

There were moments, though, when she’d catch him looking at her—moments when his mask slipped, not physically, but emotionally. His gaze lingered a second too long, and sometimes, when their hands accidentally brushed during a sparring session, he would pull back just a fraction too quickly, as if burned. She had written it off as nothing, attributing it to his aloof nature and her overactive imagination.

But others had noticed. Even before the massacre, even before they became close. She could still hear the teasing whispers from years ago, back when their sessions together were a common sight. “Do you think Y/N was meant for Kakashi, not Itachi?” someone had said once. She’d laughed it off, her heart too preoccupied with thoughts of Itachi to even consider the idea.

Kakashi, for his part, had never addressed the rumors. He was always quiet, always respectful, but there had been times when he would glance at her in a way that made her stomach flutter. At the time, she hadn’t known what it meant—or maybe she had been too afraid to know.

One memory stood out in sharp relief. It had been late in the evening, the sky streaked with purples and reds, and they were packing up their training equipment. She’d turned to him, a casual remark on her lips, and caught him staring. His eye had softened in a way she hadn’t seen before, a faint blush coloring the tips of his ears.

“What is it?” she’d asked, her voice teasing. “Do I have something on my face?”

He’d looked away quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “No. Nothing.”

She’d laughed, brushing it off, but the moment had lingered in her mind for days after.

She remembered the day he had stood beside her at the riverbank, their sandals sinking into the wet sand as the water rushed past their ankles. They’d been just teenagers then, still figuring out who they were meant to be in a village that demanded so much from them. The massacre was a mere years behind her, still filling her every thought, even as she refused to grieve. She had been staring at the horizon, lost in thought, when he handed her a small paper crane he’d folded.

“Why the crane?” she’d asked, turning it over in her hands.

“It’s supposed to bring peace,” he’d replied, his voice quiet but steady. “Thought you could use some.”

At the time, she had simply smiled softly tucked the crane into her pouch, grateful, but never giving the gesture much thought. But now, years later, she could still feel the weight of that small offering, the way his gaze had lingered on her as though he’d wanted to say more but hadn’t known how.

Now, sitting on the porch, she felt a pang of regret. How many of those moments had she ignored? How many times had she chosen to look away because she was too focused on Itachi, too afraid of what moving on might mean? But then again, he was focused on Rin. She wasn't the only one ignoring it... but at the end of it all, she continued to reject it even when he finally set his full focus on her.

Y/N sighed, resting her chin on her knees. She had spent so much of her life running—from her feelings, from her pain, from the possibility of happiness. But Kakashi… Kakashi had been there through it all, quiet and steady, waiting for her to see what had been in front of her all along.

“Why are we like this?” she muttered to herself, the question a quiet plea to the universe. “Why can’t we just… be honest?”

And now? Now she wasn’t sure what to do with the knowledge. Part of her wanted to run to him, to tell him everything, to see where this road might lead. But another part of her, the part that still clung to the past, whispered doubts into her ear. What if it’s too late? What if you’re too broken to give him what he deserves?

Why hadn’t she seen it? Was it because of Itachi, because she had been so consumed by her feelings for him? Or was it because she had been afraid, afraid of what it would mean to let someone like Kakashi in?

She sighed, her breath shaky. “How could I have been so blind?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

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madzzz0797 · 9 months ago

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Character: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Reader: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me!!

Character: König, Price, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Dean Winchester, Kakashi Hatake, Erwin, your favorite character.

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dreadsuitsamus · 2 years ago

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Jitters | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

author's note: i'm back with more papashi, babes! this is set in the same au verse as the others, though can be read standalone! if you'd like to read the others and get caught up on some certain background info, you can find the other works in my masterlist!

pairing: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: naruto and sasuke are the adopted sons of reader and kakashi, modern au, fluff

The dreaded day has come, though it's you that's calm and collected about it. The boys are old enough to ride the bus to school, they want to ride the bus to school, and after one last summer vacation of your boys being your little babies, they've grown up just a little bit.

"We're gonna be firs' graders, Mama!" Naruto argued with you and his father, Sasuke nodding beside him with a determined frown.

"It's time to let them be men already?" Kakashi mutters into the pillow as you shut off the noisy alarm clock.

An ungraceful snort leaves you. "Men that require Mommy's kisses for their boo-boos are hardly men."

"To be fair to them," Kakashi flips over onto his back, gazing at you with a little curve of his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye. "Your kisses have healing properties."

Laughing gently at your husband's silliness, your palm finds his chest just as your lips press to the scar over his left eye. Humming in disappointment, you don't pull away far. "Strange, it didn't heal that."

"It's an old scar; that'll take a lot more kisses." Those big hands find your body, one attaching to your hip while the other cups your face and guides you down for a kiss.

It's warm under these covers, your legs tangled during your soft kiss. Mornings like these have only just started coming back now that Naruto doesn't wake up so early and Sasuke doesn't sneak into your bed in the middle of the night nearly as often as he used to. Kakashi's lengthy fingers dig into the fabric of your nightgown, twisting it tightly as he wills the kiss to last.

As soon as you part, you'll be off to wake the boys up for their first day of first grade. And he's just not quite ready for that step.

Your lips vibrate with a soft laugh, privy to his intentions but unable to humor him long. "Darling…"

Kakashi flips your positions, slotting himself above you and pinning your hands over your head delicately, his forefingers and thumbs massaging at your wrists. "Hmm?"

"You don't want the boys to be late on their first day, do you?"

"That's certainly fine by me." Your husband murmurs, his nose finding a lovely spot on your shoulder to rub against. "My boys are safe here, home with Momma and Papa…"

"My love, they need to go to school." You coo up at Kakashi, watching as he pouts at just how reasonable you are.

"I don't want them to." He mumbles, the pitiful thing. Letting those boys grow up is killing him! They tie their own shoes, wipe their own faces, they're better than him at video games now! Before he knows it, they'll start asking for advice on girls! As if he knows how the hell he landed such a perfect wife??

"Relax." You wiggle your wrists from his weak hold, cupping his face gently. "They're not leaving for college. You're still going to have to wrestle Naruto into the bathtub tonight, and Sasuke is definitely going to want to snuggle after school to calm his nerves after such an extensive amount of time around people. Our boys aren't babies anymore, but they're still our babies. They're not going anywhere."

"I hate when you talk sense into me." Kakashi sighs and rolls off of you, laying forlornly as you take the opportunity to get out of bed and head down the hall.

Peeking inside the boys' bedroom, you smile at the sleepy kids. Naruto's comforter hangs off his bed, mimicking the boy himself as more than half of himself hangs precariously off the side. And the boy wonders why you and Kakashi would never let them have a bunk bed! Sasuke's curled into a tight ball, blankets secured around him in a cocoon of warmth, his old baby blankie featuring a baby Bugs Bunny and friends no doubt held tightly to his chest underneath the pile.

"Boys…" Your voice is gentle, neither boy moving just yet. It's been a long summer vacation, and kindergarten was hardly the true school experience. This is the first year of twelve and they've got a long way to go and many early days ahead of them— and if Kakashi were to have his way, they'd get to sleep in for a whole extra hour.

But if there were certainly any time for you to put your foot down, it's now.

"Time for school!" Your cheerful smile is genuine as you saunter in, watching Naruto wake with a dramatic startle and finish falling off of his bed. There's not even a chance for concern to blossom in your chest, though, as the little blond ball of sunshine is up and jumping around.

"Firs' day o' school!"

Your raven-haired sweetheart, however, isn't quite as excitable as his brother.

"Shut up!" He grumbles, throwing his favorite Squishmallow at Naruto. It lands perfectly in Naruto's face, and before you've even opened your mouth to defuse things, Naruto jumps right onto Sasuke with a hearty yell and a swing of the stuffed animal right back where it came from.

"Hey!" Sasuke growls and just like that, the boys are wrestling around, Sasuke's blankets getting twisted as his legs fight for an opening to better kick his brother with.

You sigh to yourself and begin the process of intervention, the task not undoable but your hips are certainly getting too old for this. "Stop it, boys! This is not how we get ready for school!"

"HE STARTED IT!" They yell back, defending themselves whilst simultaneously pushing at one another.

"Naruto! Sasuke!"

The boys freeze while a satisfied shiver follows the curve of your spine. Oh, how you love Kakashi's Dad Voice™! Your husband stands at the doorway, hands in the pockets of his sweats as his sharp eyes narrow. "Start getting ready for school, boys. Do you want to miss the bus?"

Your precious boys gasp, as if they'd forgotten what they've been so excited for! Feeling safe in the decision to start cooking breakfast, your husband walks hand in hand with you down the stairs. Finding one specific spot on his bicep to be too kissless, you can't help planting a soft smooch just before you enter the kitchen. "You've sure turned that frown upside down."

"You know I don't like it when they give you trouble."

"Tch, they hardly know any other way to act." You smile to yourself though, knowing that it's not their intention to be little pains in the butt.

Kakashi pulls out a carton of eggs, quickly getting to work on scrambling them as you slice up fresh fruits. You work around one another beautifully, occasionally sharing a small kiss as you pass on by, and before you know it the boys are down and sitting at the dining room table, bellies hungry and bouncing with nervousness. Your husband plates the table while you give the boys a glass of their preferred juices, orange for Naruto and apple for Sasuke, and he pressed quick kisses onto each boy's head.

"Eat up, boys. You've got a big day ahead of you." You hum softly, sitting across from your husband at the small, squared mahogany table. It's always been enough to accommodate your small family, but as you watch the boys mow down their omelets and trade between their pineapples and cantaloupe, your heart cracks at the idea that the table isn't as big as it used to be. Certainly by the end of the school year, you'll have to get a bigger one.

And watching as your husband plucks a strawberry from each boy's plate, you smile warmly at the potential of maybe even having an extra place setting at the table by the beginning of the next school year.

"Alright," Kakashi claps his hands once breakfast is mere crumbs on Naruto's shirt. "Go brush your teeth and get your backpacks."

The boys scurry off, making a contest out of everything they do and racing to be the first to the sink. You keep still, listening with a little smile as Kakashi comes to stand behind you and work those large, magical hands on your shoulders. "What's on your mind?" He hums at the shell of your ear, squeezing at a particularly sore spot that you weren't even aware was aching.

"They're really growing up so fast."

"They are." He murmurs, his warm palms sliding along your shoulders. "It's not too late to keep 'em home."

Snorting rather ungracefully, you shake your head and listen to the sound of the footsteps upstairs. "Wouldn't you rather… Never mind." You shake your head at the thought— two boys are already hard enough to raise.

Your husband almost knows your mind better than you do, though. And he certainly picks up what you've left off, humming thoughtfully as he ponders the idea. "I'm not against it. It could be fun."

"I need a little more than 'fun' to go for it." You laugh and accept your husband's kiss to your cheek, officially tabling the discussion as the race back downstairs continues.

"I win!" Naruto's breathless, toothpaste staining his shirt and you pinch the bridge of your nose at the sight. His teacher is going to think the absolute worst of you and your husband.

"Good job." Kakashi spares a hand to high five the boy, softly pinching Sasuke's pouty cheek after. "Get your shoes on and then we'll go to the bus stop."

Masters at the art of shoe-tying, their laces are quickly knotted and Naruto slips his little hand into yours once you've walked out of the house. The bus stop is just at the corner, not even three houses down from home, but you can't help the relief that relaxes your bones at the way both of the boys reach for a parent's hand. They're getting bigger, but definitely still far from grown.

The neighborhood kids are gathered at the bus stop and the boys join their friends, leaving you and the other parents to socialize while waiting for the bus. Kakashi, not much of a social butterfly but not wanting to be rude, slips his arm around your waist and keeps a watchful eye out for the bus with an occasional witty comment that makes the other parents laugh. Perhaps it's his paranoia from his time in the military, but he just won't be able to truly relax until the very moment the boys are safely back home.

The long-awaited, certainly dreaded day has come. The bus rolls up, some kids hardly even offering their parents a goodbye before sprinting to the bus, and in fairness, this isn't the first rodeo for some of them. But your boys both come up for quick hugs, their eyes bright as they pull away and run to the doors together, hopping on and quickly finding themselves a seat before the bus pulls away.

"Yeah." Kakashi murmurs into your ear as you both wave at the kids, the bus pulling off and heading towards the school. "Let's have another one."

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wing-ed-thing · 2 years ago

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Kakashi Domestic Relationship Headcanons

𓆃 It's sort of a 50/50 shot when it comes to effort. Because Kakashi is only a secret slob and the times where he puts true effort into cleaning is random!

𓆃 Kakashi doesn't need any sort of union with you for you to live together. It'll probably happen due to convenience or "the time being right" rather than a formal marriage.

𓆃 Which is something that Kakashi isn't opposed to. He always described himself as "not really a marriage kinda guy," but after your first date was picking out engagement rings— for down the road of course.

𓆃 He keeps a decent bachelor's home. He has actual furniture, is sufficient enough in the kitchen, and isn't afraid of basic living skills like laundry.

𓆃 That being said, he's also surviving on the most insane struggle meals, reusing sweaty uniform pants from the laundry, and leaving a pile of dishes in the sink. But out of all the things he could be doing... things could be worse.

𓆃 When you move in, Kakashi has no concept of another person living with him. He'll leave his clothes around, those dishes will never get done, and he'll skip a few days of showers because he can't smell it.

𓆃 He'll cook sometimes, but, of course, he's leaving the pan.

𓆃 Then, he'll do a big "cleaning day" ever few weeks where he more half-cleans things. He'll shower, do half the dishes, before giving up and reading Icha-Icha on the couch.

𓆃 Kakashi won't skimp on your things, though, which can be nice. You'll find your clothes neatly folded and put away or other small conveniences.

𓆃 Meeting him halfway is usually the best, as you can usually tell him to start a habit, and he'll usually adopt it.

𓆃 Like utilizing the dishwasher and running it often if he doesn't have time to do the dishes. Or perhaps you wash and dry the laundry if he folds.

𓆃 He's just sort of clueless? And while it can almost boarder on weaponized incompetence, at the end of the day, Kakashi doesn't like when things are truly messy.

𓆃 He can do cluttered. He can do disorganized chaos, but even his own messiness gets to him.

𓆃 You just need to establish what clean means to both of you and what your expectations are. He won't give you a hard time about that as long as it's communicated.

𓆃 Expect a lot of spontaneous dates out for ice cream, surprise takeout when you get home after a long day on patrol, and for the groceries to always be picked up when you need them.

𓆃 One of his favorite pastimes is just doing things adjacently to you, like reading while you work on you hobbies or watching a show together.

𓆃 Will remember little things you mention, which he collects into a mental schedule of when to pick up things for the house.

𓆃 You can count on him to build shelves and other furniture. He's going to bang his thumb at least once, but he's surprisingly good at it.

𓆃 Super low maintenance (almost too low sometimes). Overall solid roommate haha

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fool-tarnished · 4 months ago

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"Remember me" - Chapter 7 - Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader

Pairing : Kakashi Hatake x Female!Reader

If you want to read Yamato's version, you can find it here.

Warnings : Memory loss, mind control (mk ultra inspired)

Inspiration : Where did she go - Saleka

Words : ~ 2300

A/N : Hello there ! Things aren’t going very well at work right now, and it’s taking a heavy toll on my mental health. I apologize for the delay and still hope you’ll enjoy it. And sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker. Thank you again for the likes, reblogs and comments ♡

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This time, you didn’t wake up in your room, nor in that familiar space.

The place you found yourself in bore an uncanny resemblance to Old Lady Yubaba’s house. Had he teleported you? Moved you? Nothing made sense anymore.

As you examined the walls around you, you noticed they appeared to be made of simple wooden planks, carved with spirals. They were covered in them, and you spotted holes here and there in the floor. It was undoubtedly one of the rooms from the old woman’s house, except it felt distorted—almost nightmarish.

Had he brought you back here? Was this some kind of sick game meant to torment you?

Or had he imprisoned you within your own mind?

Stumbling slightly, you got to your feet and began moving toward what looked like the next room in the house. But the farther you walked, the larger the room seemed to grow, and the further away the end became. You were trapped. Was this an illusion?

How were you going to get out of here?

Faint murmurs and whispers began to echo around you, some inaudible, others partially clear. They overlapped, creating an indescribable cacophony of distorted, troubled voices—at times aggressive, at times sorrowful.

Amidst the fragments, you thought you recognized familiar voices: Naruto’s and Kakashi’s. A softer, feminine voice like Kurenai’s, and one resembling Iruka’s, occasionally interwove with the eerie sounds.

“You promised.” “It’s your fault he pushed you away.” “You’re weak.” “He’s hurt because of you.” “You never protected him.” “He’s always pitied you.” “You’re weak.” “Because of you, they’ll die.”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to block out the torrent of voices and steady yourself. You had to find a way out of this place. But how?

A shadowy figure began to form at the far end of the room, and you instinctively took a step back, fearing it might be the man who had plunged you into this endless nightmare. The silhouette, partially shrouded in mist, advanced slowly toward you.

Without realizing it, a freezing hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you backward. Startled and nearly losing your balance, you turned sharply to see a vague, mist-like shape resembling Naruto. But he only had one eye, and his smile—a single thin line—stretched unnaturally wide across his face, reaching his ears.

“How could you do this to me, huh, [Y/N]?”

A chill ran down your spine. Anxiety clawed at your chest as the other figure, which had been meters away just moments ago, suddenly loomed dangerously close to your face. You realized it was Kakashi’s silhouette—or at least something trying to look like him.

“You’ve always been a burden, a pathetic excuse for a ninja.”

Hot tears of anger and sorrow welled up in your eyes as you swung at the haunting figure. It vanished in an instant, just like Naruto’s shape had.

“Do you really think I ever loved you? That I could have loved you?”

The tears began streaming down your cheeks as you clenched your fists, ready to strike again if that formless apparition reappeared.

“You always disappointed him, you know. You never did enough for him.”

Growling in frustration, your vision blurred as the tears continued to fall.

“You’ll never be anything more than a failed family to Naruto. I’ve always pitied you. I’ve always despised you. And you never even noticed.”

“That’s enough!” you finally screamed, collapsing to your knees as you pressed your hands tightly over your ears, desperate to drown out the voices. “Why me? Why?”

After what felt like an eternity of sobbing, the chaos seemed to subside. Slowly lowering your trembling hands to the ground, you exhaled shakily. Why was this happening to you? Had you been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Should you have refused the mission that now condemned you to such relentless torment? Was everything truly lost?

No. You wouldn’t let yourself fall. There had to be a way—something, anything.

As you searched yourself, your fingers brushed against something familiar. Finally, you found something that might help.

A kunai.

Carefully pulling it from your pants pocket, you placed the kunai on the ground before you. Closing your eyes, you began to think, cycling through a flurry of possibilities and hypotheses.

That was when an idea struck you. That’s when there will be nothing left in your heart.

You repeated this phrase to yourself, over and over, as if it held the key to your imprisonment—your escape from this illusion. Nothing left in your heart.

Finally, gripping the kunai, you examined its blade closely before clenching it tightly in your hand. This had to be it. The key.

In your heart.

Trembling and hesitant, you turned the kunai toward your chest. Just as you were about to act, a different voice echoed through the space—a voice soft and light, entirely unlike the others.

“I know this isn’t really you. You’re in there somewhere…”

Your eyes darted frantically from side to side, searching for the source of Kakashi’s voice. It carried none of the venom or distortion from before.

“No matter what it takes, I’ll help you find the person you’ve always been. I won’t lose you again.”

Was your subconscious playing tricks on you? Or was Kakashi truly somewhere nearby?

Taking deep, steadying breaths, you closed your eyes once more, whispering words of encouragement to yourself. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real.”

Pulling the blade slightly away, you gave yourself a few moments to think back to the last days you’d spent in Konoha. Naruto, Kakashi…

With a surge of courage, you made your move, aiming the kunai directly at your chest. But something invisible resisted you. A strange force pushed back against your actions, making the attempt almost impossibly difficult.

Then, finally, it felt as though you had succeeded.

Opening your eyes, you braced yourself—but the sensation was odd, subtle, unlike anything you’d expected. What was more startling was how the world around you began to crumble at an alarming speed.

The walls fell away one by one, disintegrating into nothing. The floor was overtaken by spreading patches of white, until it became completely blank. Even the kunai in your hand began to dissolve, as though it had been made of nothing more than dust.

Now, all that surrounded you was an expansive white void, empty save for a single door at its far end.

You glanced frantically around, trying to assess whether this might be another trap. Finding no immediate danger, you pushed yourself to your feet.

Slowly, you made your way toward the door.

This time, it didn’t retreat as you approached.

Gripping the handle and taking a deep breath, you turned it and opened the door. -/-

“I’m so proud of you, Naruto! I knew you’d do it!” Your hands ruffled the young boy’s hair as he grinned ear to ear, proudly displaying his forehead protector.

“Will you take me to Ichiraku now?!” “Haven’t you already gone there with Iruka-Sensei?” “But you know I love ramen! Please!” Laughing, you gave him a soft, affectionate look. “We’ll go, don’t worry. But don’t you have to meet your team and your Sensei today? Am I wrong? So, off you go! We’ll go tonight!”

-/-

“You’ve damaged another one of my Icha Icha books. It’s almost as if you’re doing it on purpose, hmm?” You laughed, glancing at him before your gaze shifted to the battered cover of his beloved series. “I’ll replace it, don’t worry.” “Hmm, and what if I told you I’d like to keep it just as it is?” Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you tilted your head slightly. “But it’s damaged.” “It is. But… it’s a memory of our sparring session today.” With those words, the Copy Ninja began to leave the training field, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

-/-

“I’m going to become Hokage!” “You’re so unpredictable, I don’t doubt it for a second.” “You don’t think I can do it?” “Of course, I do. It’s everything about who you are that makes me believe you will.” Naruto paused, looking at you as a soft smile spread across your face. “From then on, you’ll be the one taking me to Ichiraku, Naruto. Oh, being treated to ramen by the Hokage—what a treat!”

-/-

“Kakashi… I—I think we need to talk.” “Hmm?” Hesitant, you lowered your gaze, clenching your fists tightly. The Copy Ninja noticed your unease—something was troubling you deeply, and he’d never seen you like this before. A mix of fear, anxiety, and something else he couldn’t quite place lingered in your expression.

You remained silent, struggling to find the right words. “Is everything okay?” he asked calmly, stepping in front of you. Lowering himself slightly to meet your eye level, he tilted his head and placed a gentle hand on your head. “Did I do something to upset or hurt you?” “No! No, that’s not it!” “Hmm, then what is it?” “What… what are we?” He stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable—either he truly didn’t understand the question, or he pretended not to. “What do you mean?” “Are we just friends, or… is there something…?” “Of course we’re friends. We always have been, haven’t we? Why this sudden question? Should I be worried?” “No, it’s… Forget I said anything, okay?” Walking past him, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. He stood still for a moment before quietly following after you.

-/-

“You know… Kakashi doesn’t show it, but he cares about you a lot.” “Kurenai… He—uh. We’re just friends, that’s all.” The kunoichi paused briefly before placing a hand on your wrist. “The way he looks at you… the way you look at him… Whatever the two of you are, even if he pushes you away, it’s more than friendship.” Blushing slightly, you took a sip of your drink, hoping to mask your embarrassment. “I don’t want to ruin what we have. I don’t want him to… push me away again.” “You’ll see. He cares about you more than he lets on.”

-/-

“How long have you and Kakashi-Sensei known each other?” “Oh, a while, I’d say.” Naruto frowned slightly, studying your expression as though trying to decode it. “Where did you meet, then, huh?” You smiled at the memory. Things hadn’t started on the best terms back then, but your relationship had grown considerably. “When I was in the ANBU.” “Are you friends?” “Uh… yes, yes.” Naruto tilted his head. “You don’t sound so sure.” “You know, some things are more complicated than just being friends, Naruto. You’ll understand one day.”

-/-

“Promise me you’ll stop putting yourself in danger like that, Naruto!” “I won’t stand by and do nothing! I’m tired of Sasuke always being the one who succeeds!” “I understand, but please, be careful. I don’t want to hear from Kakashi that something’s happened to you, okay?” Naruto hesitated for a moment before turning back to you. “I don’t want to lose you, Naruto. Do you understand? I know how much becoming Hokage means to you, how much you want to prove yourself. And I already believe in you. But please… be careful.” Suddenly, he pulled you into a hug, cutting off anything else you might have said.

You smiled softly as you wrapped your arms around him in return. “Maybe I worry too much about you. After all, you’re a ninja now, Naruto.”

-/-

“You didn’t go to the infirmary?” Throwing a quick glance at the Copy Ninja, you continued writing your mission report. “You should get that wound looked at, [Y/N]. It’s not safe to leave it untreated.” “I performed some quick first aid. It’ll be fine.” Frowning slightly, his gaze lingered on your shoulder. “Let me take a look.”

Before you could protest or refuse, Kakashi was already beside you, inspecting the injury. Straightening up, you set your pen down. As you instinctively moved to cover the wound with your hand, he caught your wrist, gently pulling it away.

Crouching slightly, he examined your shoulder more closely. The initial treatment had helped, but the wound still looked rough. He carefully began applying additional medical care as you gritted your teeth against the sting.

“Kakashi… I told you it’s fine.” “Your expression says otherwise.” “Why are you so worried?” He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze briefly meeting yours before returning to your injury. “Hmm. Focus on your mission report.” -/-

Fragments of memories flooded back at an overwhelming pace, as though you had just opened the door to your mind. Everything came rushing in at once, like a tidal wave, and the emotions tied to those memories were just as intense. Tears—both of joy and sorrow—streamed down your face as more and more came back to you.

You were [Y/N], a ninja of Konoha, a former ANBU. You were like an older sibling to Naruto. You were a friend to Kakashi—and perhaps something more. So, this was it. This was what the silver-haired ninja had spoken of.

You were friends but not quite friends. You were colleagues but not just colleagues. You were something much more, though you had both pushed it aside, avoiding the inevitable. Was fate somehow tied to this? Maybe everything would be different now.

That was your last thought before it felt like your eyes opened again. This time, it wasn’t a dream.

Gasping, still reeling from everything you had just seen and experienced, you were on your knees, your hands pressed firmly against the ground. Your gaze was filled with indescribable emotions.

You began coughing violently, blood spilling from your lips. Trembling, you caught sight of a shattered mask lying a short distance away. You weren’t alone. You didn’t know where you were either, but the sun was setting, and your body felt utterly drained.

Finally lifting your head, you saw him.

Kakashi.

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