#Kakashi x fem!reader

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Can i ask a story with Kakashi Hatake accidentally talking to the reader who likes her but doesn't know how talk with her? like drunk confession

Notes: YES! I don't know why I like writing about drunk characters so much... maybe that's a little worrying... But this turned out so cute and honeyed, I really hope you like it, good reading!

"A Good Reason to be Drunk" - Oneshot.

Warnings: Kakashi x fem!reader; mentions of alcohol and drunkenness (obviously); small plot at the end; SFW; Kakashi in love💕

There was no shortage of warnings about how difficult the journey of becoming a jonin is, and indeed it is, but you were aware of this when you decided to become one. What you weren't aware of was that the person who would train you until you had experience was a big slacker who would leave all the work to you.

You heard a lot about Kakashi, the ninja who copies, while you was studying and training to become a jonin. But what you were never told was that he was late for every appointment, procrastinated on mission paperwork, slept whenever he could and left all the hard work to his teammate. You couldn't deny that he was indeed very skilled during fights, but his behavior didn't make up for it.

And here you were, sitting on a sofa in a bar, drinking sake with your already drunk colleague beside you, leaning on your shoulder and smiling idly. Kakashi irritated you very easily and sometimes you didn't even know why.

But at the same time, he had already saved you so many times during fights, intervening when you believed that all was lost, he taught you so many things that weren't in the books, he compensated you for the hokage's scoldings, taking the blame for any mistake in the mission ... In the end you were a good pair, it was just his lazy side that got on your nerves sometimes. Actually, come to think of it, it was even an honor to train with a ninja like him, you just didn't want to admit it.

After all, in addition to the reputation of being a very skilled ninja, he also had the reputation of being a "stealer of hearts", there weren't a few women who said they were in love with him, maybe you were just wanting to focus on some of his defects so as not to let yourself be carried away by the charm too. But it was hard when he was so close to you, laughing with cheeks flushed from alcohol, looking at you with those eyes as black as night. The strain on your nerves at the thought that maybe if you looked too hard he would use his sharingan on you, having you under control to do whatever he wanted.

- I have a headache these days... Can you help me?

- How can I help you? - you asked as a question and not an offer of help.

- There's this girl that I like... But I think she hates me - he sank deeper beside you, sad - How can I make her like me?

You hesitated, not knowing how to proceed, were you imagining or was Kakashi asking you for love advice? He must have been very drunk.

- I don't know, ask her out - you tried to get away from him a little, the heat of the drink starting to take effect.

- I already did that - he settled down on the sofa, stopping leaning on you, resting his head on his hand, his elbow on his knee, the white hair falling over his face, he looked at you between the strands - I don't think it worked.

- So I don't know, ask her directly if you did something, maybe she'll tell you - you got impatient.

- No, y/n is too stubborn to admit anything! - he frowned, irritated by the suggestion and shaking his head to dismiss the idea.

You stopped whatever you were doing, now just staring at him with wide eyes in shock. No, you're drunk too, not as drunk as he is, but the drinking must be making you hear things, make things up, there was no way Kakashi was in love with you.

- Who? - your voice threatened to break, still surprised by the revelation.

- What? - he asked looking for a glass that was still full.

- The girl you're in love with, who is it? - he turned his head to you.

- I can't tell - he said, with the most serious look a drunken man can muster.

And just now, unfortunately, what was left of sobriety in him decided to show up, you would have to manipulate him into giving you the answer without realizing it.

- But how can I help you like this? Tell me at least a little about her.

Kakashi took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa, he had found a glass that was half full, he was staring at the ceiling but seemed to see through it, far beyond what you could see.

- She is beautiful, very beautiful... She makes me laugh with her stressed way, she always gets angry so easily - he laughs - She likes to look at the stars and listen to music... Her laugh is contagious... And I see myself more and more in love with her... - he was silent for a long time, you even thought he had finished talking -... I need to tell her, I can't even sleep wellI, lose the time and I'm late every day, and she always fights with me because of that - he laughs softly.

Kakashi was so peaceful as he described you, he had a passionate look on his face, fascinated by his beloved, as if just remembering her brought him peace. But at the same time, you could feel his heart sink when he spoke because he thought his beloved despised him, because he was afraid of rejection, because he loved too much.

- I don't want her to hate me... I love her so much - tears started to well up in his eyes - I just wanted her to know that, but I can't even tell her - the tears fell amid sobs, his eyes got low.

You felt helpless not knowing exactly what you should do or say, so you decided to focus first on his problem with being drunk - as if you weren't. Assuming the role of responsible for the situation you got up, took the cup from his hand while he was crying, tried to wipe his tears and got him up saying "it's going to be okay, Kakashi" because it was the best your head could think of and took him outside from the bar after paying for the round.

Now you had a drunk and crying Kakashi on your shoulder being carried all the way home. It was better not to complain, as you could only end up making the situation worse, besides, you thought that part of it was kind of your fault, like, it was you who decided to be rude on purpose to the guy who was in love with you (even though before you didn't know that). Before you could think about it, you entered Kakashi's apartment and put him to bed, which didn't take much effort since he was practically asleep on his feet.

- I love you, y/n - he whispered with his eyes closed, you don't know if it's for you or some vision of his dream.

- And I don't really hate you Kakashi, it's just easier than admitting that I like you too - you spoke low so as not to wake him up, arranging the blanket, not bothering to say it since he wouldn't remember.

Kakashi opened his eyes slowly, a smile forming on his face, looking directly at you with a twinkle in his eyes like a shooting star in the night.

- I knew there was an explanation for all this anger - he said, his voice without any hint of drunkenness anymore - And I also knew that you would never admit it.

It took you a moment to process his speech, Hatake could see the gears turning inside your head as you was transfixed staring at him. When your gaze lit up, understanding what he had done, he started to chuckle at your expression.

- Were you pretending this whole time?!! - you took a step back, crossing your arms, indignation written on your face.

- Yes and no - he sat on the bed, still with the smile on his face - I did pretend to be drunk to get to know if you felt something for me, something besides anger, of course. But I didn't lie when I said I was in love with you, when I said that I stay up all night thinking about how to confess to you.

A silence hovered between you, he had already finished and now he was waiting for your answer, you on the other hand didn't know where to start, all you wanted to say getting stuck in your throat, needing a moment to organize everything.

- You took advantage of my kindness - you don't know why your mind chose to start with that one.

- For a good cause.

- Tricked me.

- Because you're stubborn and would never give me an answer, just like you're not giving now.

- And what answer are you waiting for?!

- That you tell me if you accept to be my girlfriend or not! - he said as if it were obvious.

The silence from before returned, you staring at each other again, your cheeks more flushed this time and his also slightly flushed. Even though he tried to keep a calm, carefree look on his face, Kakashi was internally begging for your answer to be yes, so that he could show the love he's had for you for so long, so that he could touch you the way he wanted, so that he could kiss you. You wanted to let Kakashi love you, you wanted to tell him that you loved him too, and you couldn't understand why you felt that this was a sign of frankness. But with a deep sigh, trying to silence this insistent thought, you looked at him and smiled.

- Of course I do, you idiot!

His smile widened, his cheeks now as flushed as your own with pure happiness.

- I guess I'm the luckiest man in this village now.

He gets up to hug you and can finally kiss his beloved, wrapping his arms around you. Kakashi wouldn't allow there to be a single day when you didn't feel loved after that.

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[xazse]

Hi!! I’m currently enjoying the hybrid reads and was wondering if you could do puppy!reader x kakashi?

I love this and I love kakashi!!!

Fem!Puppyhybrid!reader

Kakashi doesn’t consider his life boring at all In fact with all the people around him they spruce it up to make it more interesting, especially his out of control students.

What about when he’s at home and they aren’t there to make him laugh behind his mask? He could turn to his books but they aren’t doing it either. He stares at his ceiling one night and just straight ponders, a pet? No he’ doesn’t feel like cleaning up after one, then he remembers that hybrids exist for a reason.

He brings you home, from the moment you speak you’re a little shy but ultimately so polite, he’s surprised. A few months in it gets bad.

You are so damn clingy, you’re always in his face when he’s trying to read trying to get to his lips. You’ll slip his mask down to press sloppy kisses or slip your tongue inside his mouth. You being clingy also means he can barely leave the house without constant whining about how you won’t function if he leaves you alone.

You insist that he needs to rub your floppy ears and tail for hours, even when he’s so nice about pushing you to the side to give his hand a break that look on your face makes him pull you right back into his lap.

Your libido is entirely on a different level, he’s up there but meeting you has him being balls deep in you for hours on end. He won’t stop for even a moment though, not until you’re a drooling crying mess telling him you can’t take any more of his fat cock.

[chatterbox-73]

Simptember 2024.

Day 1 - Attention.

Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you make your boyfriend pay attention to you instead of his book.

Word count: 770

CW: NSFW and adult content, nipple play, fingering/anal fingering, handjob, riding, doggy style, unprotected sex and anal.

You plopped down on the couch next to your partner, who had most likely made it home just before you and was now sitting, reading his book, you looked down at the page he was on and smiled, it was a spicy scene where a woman had climbed her way on top of the main character and was putting on a show for him. “That’s rather raunchy” you chuckle and Kakashi hummed in agreement, though you had the feeling he wasn’t actually listening to you, “I’m going to shower, I’ll be back soon dear” you leant up and kissed his cheek before leaving the living room.

You stepped out of the shower the watched your reflection, you looked down at your breasts and rubbed your fingers over your nipples until they became perky, you continued to examine your body and wondered why your boyfriend would take such pleasure in the book over you, were you not attracted enough, or maybe not interested enough, or wild enough, you wrapped your towel around you and walked out into the living room, moving towards the couch you looked back down at kakashi’s book, he was now on a page where the two were making love, the woman was on the man still while she touched and toyed with her body, “I’m done” you smile and Kakashi hums, you walk around the couch and drop your towel before pushing the book down, signing for him to look up at you.

As Kakashi’s eyes looked up he scanned your body, “how long have you been there?” He asked staring at your breasts, you pull the book from his hand and place it down on the arm of the chair, you than reach for kakashi’s pants and undo them, pulling out his semi hard member. You pump Kakashi a few times while you reach your free hand down to rub your clit, you moan and squeeze your boyfriend’s tip causing him to groan and throw his head back, you take this chance to climb onto his lap and lower yourself onto his member, slipping it inside you with ease.

“Please take it deep in, it’s not enough” Kakashi groaned as he held your hip, you had yet to sink all the way down onto his cock and was only warming his tip for now, “no actually I don’t think I will” you smiled and grabbed his book, you began reading the page he was last on, the woman was bouncing up and down on the man, you chuckled at a certain line before placing the book back down and lowering yourself completely, Kakashi grip on your hips tightened and he moaned loudly, “aww… it’s not too tight, is it?” You breathlessly chuckled and Kakashi laughed before grabbing your ass, “I’d almost say you like that book more then I do” he smiled and you began bouncing on him, “hmm, not really but it has some good ideas for me to try on you” you winked and grabbed the edge of his mask and pulled it down, you kissed him, invading his space entirely, you felt kakashi’s hands spread your ass cheeks before you felt a finger rubbing over your tightly puckered hole, you moaned and moved hand back down again to occupy your clit as you tried to relax. Kakashi’s finger began to slip inside you slowly, before long though he had begun to pump two fingers quickly in and out of your ass, as you ground yourself on him, “I’m gotta cum” you moaned and began bouncing again, you moaned loudly and your body stopped moving as you came, you than felt Kakashi lift you off him and place you bent over the arm of the couch, before spreading your cheeks again and spitting a large amount of saliva on you loosened hole, “you clearly missed the part explaining which hole she took him in” he chuckled as he sunk into your behind, you whined and grabbed the arm of the couch for dear life, “Kakashi it’s too much” you moaned however your boyfriend only continued trusting in you taking your hole for himself, “you’re right, it is too much… I might cum at any moment, it’s too damn good” he chuckled and pulled you back by the hips, while thrusting roughly forward.

Kakashi moaned and his thrusts became erratic, he grabbed your shoulders and leaned into you, as his body shuddered and a hot sensation filled you, pulling away Kakashi hummed and sat back, he watched at his cum leaked from your hole and down over your cunt, “how pretty… let me pay you more attention”.

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Day 2 - Dabi/Toya Todoroki: Psycho b*tch

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Self Conscious (NSFW)

Spring in Konoha has never truly existed. While today is the first day of the season, more than anything, it still feels like summer. It’s nothing new to Kakashi Hatake, who has lived in the village his entire life. He’s traveled enough to have experienced other climates, but he’s not too bothered by the ten month long stretches of blistering heat followed by only two months of pleasantly warm weather before it gets uncomfortably hot again. 

He lets out a sigh of relief when he walks into his apartment. The cool air washes over his sweaty skin as he shuts and locks the front door behind him.

Kakashi hears familiar footsteps against the wooden floor and looks to see you turning the corner from the hallway. 

“Hey, sweetie, how did physical therapy go?” You question.

“Fine enough,” Kakashi answers, then sighs. “Boring as always.”

Kakashi walks past you towards your shared bedroom. You follow close behind. He can’t help but notice that you’re wearing a tank top and shorts. He wants to tear them right off of you. However, there’s just one thing stopping him.

A healing hip.

Of all things… Roughly two months ago, he broke his hip on a mission. While incredibly painful and inconvenient, it didn’t require any surgery after Sakura worked on him, which he’s grateful for. What he’s not so grateful for are the weekly physical therapy sessions and the list of restrictions Tsunade has given him to follow while he heals; drink plenty of water, eat only healthy food, rest lots, and worst of all, no strenuous physical activity. 

What that means is no training, and worst of all for you and Kakashi, no sex.

Sure, the two of you can get off in other ways… But Kakashi misses it. As he watches you absentmindedly staring at yourself in the tall bedroom mirror, he wants it more than ever- wants you more than ever. He’s been wanting you so bad that he’s tried to seduce you a few times since the injury regardless of the restrictions he was given by medical personnel. Unsurprisingly, you care too much about him healing properly to let him have his way with you when he still has another month to go before he’s cleared to do anything. 

He sits on the edge of the bed and takes his shoes off, his one visible eye still trained on you. The straps of the tank top you’re wearing slide off of your shoulders. He can see the outline of your breasts and the stiff peaks of your hard nipples through the thin material of the shirt as the chill from the air conditioner blows over your bedroom. Your shorts tightly grip your hips and ride up to show your thighs.

“I’m glad it seems like you’re recovering well,” You grin and walk towards Kakashi so you can sit next to him. “I’m looking forward to next month when you’ll get your medical restrictions lifted.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kakashi looks you up and down before pulling his mask to let it fall loosely around his neck and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Come sit in my lap, pretty girl.”

You don’t hesitate- because just like Kakashi, the last two months have left you starved for touch- because even with kissing and cuddling and holding hands, the intimacy of sex is something that the two of you have missed desperately. 

You climb into Kakashi’s lap and put your knees on either side of his hips before leaning in and capturing his lips with your own. Kakashi kisses you back and tilts his head to deepen the connection. Your hands move up and down his body like they’re not sure where they want to go. Kakashi ends up grabbing them and pulling them until they’re gently resting on his neck, your small fingers wrapped around the pale skin, settled but not squeezing.

“Fuck, Kakashi,” You gasp, grinding your short-clad heat down against his stiffening cock and threading your soft fingers through his silver hair.

“I want you,” Kakashi breathes and practically tears your shorts from your body. There’s already a damp patch in the center of your white underwear as he circles your clit through the thin cloth with his fingers and uses his other hand to pull at your tank top. “Please, I need it. Let me have you.”

“You know we can’t,” You argue and break away from him to get off the bed. “You have to heal, Kakashi. Believe me- I want you, too, but I’d hate for two months of physical therapy and recovery on your end to be for nothing.”

Kakashi leans back onto the bed and huffs, his dick rock hard and aching for relief. His eyes flutter shut. 

“Okay.”

“I’m, uh,” You turn your back to Kakashi and go to the small drawer of your dresser to grab a vibrator. Then, you walk over to his side of the bed, press a kiss to his head, and start to walk the other direction. “I’ll just go take care of myself in the bathroom real quick.”

Kakashi sighs again. For the past two months, aside from the occasional oral, you two have hardly done anything- and any time you get yourself off, it’s either in another room or when he’s not home. At first, Kakashi didn’t mind too much, but he can’t help being curious… The two of you have been together for five years and you’ve never masturbated in front of him. Is it weird? He isn’t sure, as you’re his first serious romantic relationship. To him, though, it definitely feels weird. He’s even jerked off in front of you a few times and never thought anything of it.

You, however… Seem to be self conscious about it. 

Maybe he’s the weird one?

“Hey, (y/n),” Kakashi stops you by grabbing your hand.

You startle just slightly before turning to look back at him.

“Hm?” You hum.

“How come you never masturbate in front of me?”

“...Huh?” You tilt your head, a big blush taking over your (s/c) cheeks.

“I think you heard me.”

“Well, I guess I just-” You pause, refusing to look at Kakashi. “I don’t know, I never thought about it before.”

“Yeah?”

Silence… And not the comfortable kind that’s bound to happen between two people who have been together for five years. It’s the uncomfortable kind, the kind that happens when the two of you have an argument or an awkward discussion such as this. To Kakashi, sex isn’t awkward. With you, it never has been. Apparently, though, this aspect of it is awkward to you. The awkwardness is so palpable that Kakashi swears he can smell it in the air as you stammer over your words.

“I guess… I just feel like it’s weird?”

“Do you think it’s weird when I do it in front of you?”

“Well, no, but…”

“But what?”

“You know, with you looking the way you do, of course I wouldn’t mind,” You start to ramble. Your eyes dart between the bedsheets and the hardwood floors. “But you have the figure of a shinobi, and obviously, I don’t, so… I can’t help but be a little self conscious.”

“That’s all?” Kakashi asks, a small smile taking over his face. “I thought I’d done something or… Something. I don’t know.”

“No, you didn’t do anything. Don’t worry about it.”

You turn to walk away again, but before you can, Kakashi speaks up.

“Wait,” Upon hearing his voice, you stop to listen. “It’s important for you to know that I love you, and I’m still really attracted to you despite everything that’s been going on lately. You don’t ever need to be self conscious around me.”

“Oh… Well, that’s sweet of you to say, Kakashi.”

“It’s not me being sweet- it’s true. You’re beautiful,” Kakashi praises you, but he’s not an idiot. He can tell you don’t believe it; that you think he’s just trying to be nice or spare your feelings. Even after years of being with you, he has yet to make sense of why you’re so quick to brush off compliments. “I’ve never in my life wanted another ninja the way I want you.”

“Thank you,” You say with a sheepish smile. “You’re the best at making me feel better, but do you uh… Want me to…?”

“Want you to what?” Kakashi questions, raising an eyebrow. 

“Get myself off in front of you… Like you said,” You answer.

“Oh,” Kakashi blinks, then rushes to give you a good response before you get embarrassed and retract your offer. “Uh, yeah. I think I’d like it if you did, but you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

“Okay,” You nod. “I think I’d like to try it soon.”

“Alright, but there’s really no pressure. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, and if we do decide to do it, you can stop at any time, and we can pretend it never happened.”

“Alright,” You say, but still, turn to the master bathroom with your vibrator in hand. “I’ll be right back… We can shower together after, okay?”

“Yeah… Sure.”

When you disappear into the other room, Kakashi sighs and pulls his pants down, wrapping a hand around the base of his length.

‘Another night of this… God, I miss her.’

~

The next day, while Kakashi is at a doctor’s appointment, you go on a shopping spree with some of your friends; Anko, Shizune, Kurenai, and Iruka. Your job as Anbu’s record keeper doesn’t pay an exorbitant amount, but it’s enough for you to comfortably support yourself and still be able to buy nice things, especially since you split your bills with Kakashi these days following his moving in with you.

So, when you pass by the nicest clothing store in Konoha’s shopping district and notice a beautiful (f/c) lingerie set on display in the window, you stop and look at it. 

The price is reasonable enough. It’s on sale, too.

You think back to last night; to that make out session with Kakashi and the awkward conversation that ensued. Maybe it would be nice for you to dress up for him since it’s been a couple months… You read something like that in one of his books once; the woman dresses up in a sexy outfit and sprawls out on the bed for the man to come home to. That seems right up his alley. Why not do it?

It’s a thought that makes you giddy at first, but then the doubt starts to creep into the back of your mind. What if it doesn’t look good on you? What if Kakashi’s turned off by it, or think it’s a stupid idea since the two of you can’t have sex right now? You want to try to please yourself in front of him like he mentioned… You’re just so terrified of him being unimpressed with you that you’re not sure if you can bring yourself to do it, even though he said he’d like it if you would.

You look around at your friends. They’re all shinobi with cut, perfect bodies, just like Kakashi. Beautifully slim waists, toned muscles, long legs, and so much talent. At times like this, you wonder why Kakashi is with a civilian record keeper like you instead of a beautiful kunoichi. You’re a good person, and you certainly don’t think you’re hideous or anything, but it’s difficult to maintain good self-esteem when you feel like you’re constantly surrounded by women who are more gorgeous than you.

Your eyes flicker to the lingerie set once more. You think about how you would look in it, versus how someone like Lady Tsunade would look in it… Obviously, a huge difference.

You’re not ridiculously out of shape- it’s impossible to be when you’re dating someone like Kakashi. Sadly, though, you don’t see yourself as a beautiful kunoichi either.

You frown.

What to do…

Kurenai interrupts your thoughts as she places a soft hand on your shoulder and speaks to you.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You give a dismissive wave with one hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure? It looks like there’s something on your mind.”

“It’s a bit silly, but… I want that lingerie set that’s on display.”

“Do you not have enough money for it?” Kurenai questions and stops to look at the display as well. Your cheeks burn red as the rest of the group notices and stops as well to gawk at the lacy garment. “I could pick it up for you.”

“Oh, no you don’t, Kurenai! You have a whole kid to take care of,” Anko objects and points to baby Mirai, who’s currently in Kurenai’s arms, babbling at the woman and trying to pull at her dark hair. “I’ll buy it for you, (y/n)!”

“No, no. As the most senior of the group and Lady Tsunade’s personal assistant, I make the most money out of all of us, so I should pay for it,” Shizune inserts herself into the conversation as well and reaches into her pockets to pull out a thick leather wallet.

“Why don’t I buy it?” Iruka offers.

“On a teacher’s salary?” Kurenai says with a quirked eyebrow, shaking her head. “I don’t think so, Iruka.”

“Hey, guys, I appreciate you all trying to help, but I have more than enough money to buy it,” You offer a nervous laugh, then stare at the ground, too embarrassed to meet the curious gazes of your friends. “That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is it?” Iruka turns his head to you and asks.

“I’m just scared it won’t look good on me.”

“You only live once,” Anko argues. “Go buy it or I’m buying it for you!”

“Yeah,” Kurenai agrees. “You’re beautiful, (y/n). (f/c) is a nice color on you, too, so I’m sure it’ll look great.”

“Okay, then… I guess I’ll go ahead and buy it for myself.”

Peer pressured by your friends, you trudge into the store and quickly buy yourself the set- even if you’re convinced you’ll never have the bravery to put it on in front of your lover. 

~

Later that night, you find yourself standing in front of the mirror with tears in your eyes. Kakashi is out with Guy, Asuma, Genma, and Ebisu, doing God knows what- though that’s not the problem.

Rather, the problem is the lingerie set you bought from that store earlier. You’re standing in front of your bedroom mirror with pretty makeup on your face, a sparkly choker around your neck, and your hair done. You look good from the neck up, but the lingerie isn’t working; the bra, the panties, the garters, the matching thigh highs… None of it works. Your sex toys are on the bed, waiting to be used. 

With how insecure you’re feeling right now, you’re sure you’ll end up taking all of this off- including the matching (f/c) nail polish, shoving the sex toys in the back in their designated drawer, showering, and crying yourself to sleep before Kakashi even makes it home. 

“Ugh, this is stupid. Why did I even do this?” You groan, unsatisfied with how the lingerie contours your body. Even though it’s your size, it doesn’t fit quite right. You hate the way it makes your butt look, it’s a little too tight around your hips, and the bra just sucks. No wonder it was on sale… You huff and take the choker off, then start to wipe the makeup from your face when you feel a set of large hands on your waist. The makeup wipe and choker both fall to the floor as you gasp in surprise. You glance at the mirror to see Kakashi standing behind you. “Kakashi! I didn’t hear you come in! When did you get home?”

“Hey, pretty girl,” Kakashi greets you and rests his chin on your shoulder. He completely ignores your question in favor of trailing his hands up and down your exposed body. “What’s all this for?”

“I, um…” With Kakashi appearing so suddenly, you feel caught off guard and are unsure of what to do, even as Kakashi spins you around and pulls you close to his chest.

“Did you dress up just for me?”

“Well, yeah, but it doesn’t look the way I wanted.”

“What do you mean? It looks great,” Kakashi drags his mask down his face and leans down to whisper into your ear at the same time he grabs your ass. “How nice to come home to this after the day I’ve had.”

“Yeah? Did you have a rough day?”

“It was just long. As much as I love them, going out with those guys can be so exhausting sometimes, especially after a doctor’s appointment… I’m really pent up because I just couldn’t stop thinking about you… And about last night,” Kakashi gestures back to the bed with a knowing smirk. “I see your toys out on the bed. Was that your plan?”

You blush from your head to the middle of your chest at Kakashi’s words. You were hoping to get changed and erase any evidence of your plan before he got home, but he actually seems… Pleased?

“Well, um-”

“It’s a simple question, (y/n),” Kakashi reaches for your chin and gently tilts it up to make you meet his gaze. “Give me a yes or no answer.”

“...Yes,” You whisper back.

“You were gonna surprise me, hm? What a good girl.”

“Y-Yeah,” You stutter. You’re unsure of where to put your hands, so you place them on Kakashi’s shoulders as you press a kiss against his neck. “Sorry I didn't finish getting ready before you got here.”

“Are you serious right now? Don’t apologize to me for this,” Kakashi laughs, then quickly shifts. His voice drops in pitch and lust glazes over his one visible eye. “Now, get on the bed.”

“Okay.”

You rush to follow Kakashi’s order so fast that you nearly trip over your own feet. You sit on the bed and crawl back with Kakashi following close behind.

“I know it’s been hard for you since I had my injury. Thank you for being so patient, but I don’t want you to have to keep waiting up on me, even if we can’t have sex for a little longer,” Kakashi reaches forward and rests a hand on your cheek, caressing you so tenderly that it makes your heart throb. “I want… To see and help make you feel good.”

“Kakashi, I don’t think it’s such a good idea-” You object, gesturing to his hip, but Kakashi simply shakes his head and sits beside you.

“I won’t do anything crazy, alright?” Kakashi argues as he hurriedly sheds his clothes. His forehead protector, dark blue undershirt, matching pants, face mask, and boxers are all thrown to the floor with haste. When Kakashi looks back at you, the intensity in his eyes has you swallowing a nervous lump in your throat that you didn’t even know was there in the first place. “I don’t think I can handle another night of you disappearing into the bathroom when I’m right here, dying to take care of you.”

“Then… What do you want me to do?”

“Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

And it’s a little awkward. Part of you is tempted to say no, to get embarrassed and back down, to retreat into the bathroom again. But when you look up at Kakashi’s eyes to see how excited he looks, you remember that he thinks you’re beautiful; that he wants this, wants you.

“Okay.”

You scoot back onto the bed, lay your head on the pillow, sprawl out, and reach between your legs with both hands. Your fingers on one hand toy with your clit, while the fingers on the other hand circle your slick entrance. Kakashi grabs your vibrator for you, turns it on, and pushes it into the hand in front of your clit. You take the gesture for what it is and rub your clit with the tip of the vibrator. A low noise leaves your lips as you tilt your head back and close your eyes.

“Look at me,” Kakashi commands, much to your embarrassment. You open your eyes and look up at his face with a pout. Pleasure starts to rumble low in your body like a base. “Good girl… Are you embarrassed?”

“A little,” You answer, but spread your legs a little more and start to fuck yourself with your fingers at a steady pace. 

“Don’t be,” Kakashi says as he grabs his dick by the base and works it until it’s fully hard. Your mouth waters- you wish he would just fuck you, but you know you can’t. “You’re so beautiful, especially like this… Do you see how hard I am for you right now?”

“Y-Yeah,” You breathe out, because you do. Kakashi’s cock is red and stiff, with precum at the tip and veins lining the length of it. “Want it inside me…”

“That’s too bad.”

Kakashi lightly smacks at your wrist, so you slide your fingers out of your pussy and look at him with curious eyes. He doesn’t speak to you, instead laying down, snuggling into your side, and moving a hand between your legs. He fills you back up immediately by sliding two fingers into your heat. The two are quickly followed by a third before he starts fucking you with them so deeply that the action draws a high-pitched moan from between your lips, which is quickly muffled by Kakashi kissing you.

It’s different from regular sex, or even just Kakashi eating you out. You’re used to his face squished between your thighs, buried in your neck, or staring at your back as he has you bent over; not right next to yours, staring, watching.

The noise in the room only contributes to your arousal; the wet squelch that comes from Kakashi’s digits pistoning into you, the low buzz from your vibrator against your clit, the hums and moans from Kakashi as he quickly moves his hand over his dick. A dribble of precum drips down onto your thighs, and you rub them together in excitement for what’s to come.

With Kakashi hitting your sweet spot and kissing you like he’s starving for you, you’re right on the edge, but there’s something stopping you from cumming like this. Your eyes flutter open and meet Kakashi’s. The tomoe in his Sharingan swirl; a sign that he’s trying to record this moment for himself. You realize that it’s the anxiety. A mental block. You’re so self conscious about being watched that it’s keeping you from finishing, because what if you make a weird face? Or a noise that turns him off?

You break away from Kakashi’s kisses to let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, I’m-” You huff, dying for release. “I’m super nervous and it’s- it’s making me take way longer than I usually do to finish like this… I’m sorry if I’m taking too long.”

“Stop. You’re not taking too long at all,” Kakashi scolds you as he continues to pump his cock with one hand and thrust his fingers in and out of you with the other. “If you want to be good for me, you’ll cum, and I don’t care how long it takes... You can take all night if you want, pretty girl. It’s not that different from sex, okay? Take your time.”

You don’t do anything in response except to let out a needy whine, which seems to please Kakashi, who alternates between kissing your neck and tits. His approval- the lack of judgment, the admiration, the utter love and adoration- is what sends you over the edge as you dial your vibrator to the highest setting and arch your back. You cum with a loud cry and fall flat onto the bed. 

Your legs tremble and shake as you pull your vibrator away from your clit and jerk away from Kakashi’s fingers. He’s kind enough to gently slide them out as he paints your thighs white with his cum, his face buried in your neck and your name leaving his lips like it’s a mantra. You pull him close and press a kiss into his sweat-dampened hair. Your eyes flutter open and shut as Kakashi continues to kiss at your neck, worshiping you even after the both of you have finished.

“Kakashi?” You start.

“Hm?” He hums and pulls away from your neck to glance up at you with one charcoal eye and one ruby red one. “What is it, (y/n)?”

“Did you really like that, or did you only want to do it because you thought I’d like it? You know, since we haven’t been able to have sex?”

“Mah, you always overthink everything,” Kakashi grumbles and sits straight up on the bed. “I did it because I thought you’d like it and because I knew I’d like it. It’s like I said before; you’re beautiful. Can you blame me for wanting to watch you a bit?”

Even with Kakashi’s sweet words, you can’t help feeling self conscious… But tonight has made you feel a little better. You don’t know how to respond, so instead, you reach for Kakashi’s hand and hold it within your own.

“Why don’t we go shower and change the sheets?” You ask, gesturing to the wet spots on the bed from what the two of you have just done. “We’re kind of a mess.”

“Sure,” Kakashi answers, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. Before he enters the room, he turns to look at you over his shoulder. “But don’t be surprised if a shower leads to a round two.”

With that, he’s gone into the bathroom, and you can’t help but laugh as you get up and follow after him.

[kakashiislut]

Unspeakable- Kakashi Hatake

“What?”

“What?”

“Why are you staring at me…” Your face scrunches a bit, causing wrinkles to form on your nose.

“‘S nothing…” Kakashi turns to look the other way.

“Okay…”

There is a comfortable silence between you two.

“It’s just-“

“Does the-“

“Sorry!”

“Sorry!”

You two bust into a fit of laughter.

“You first.” You smile with those lips he always loved.

He’s silent for a minute, before his chest heaves in then out.

“It’s just…you’re really pretty, ya know?”

His eyes lashes kiss the apples of his cheeks. They’re gray…just like his hair.

“Do the…”

You bite your bottom lip.

“Does the carpet match the drapes?

…

…

…

“I hate you.” He grumbles.

“It’s a honest question.”

“I call you pretty and you ask me if my pubic hair is gray??”

“I didn’t say that! I asked if the carpet matched the drapes!”

“Since you’re so curious-“

He stands from his seat on the cement wall.

He shuffles a bit, before unzipping his pants and he slips them down a bit.

You stare.

And stare.

And stare.

“Do you need a napkin for that nose?”

“Yes sir.” 😔

[starlightanya0wsblog]

Jiraiya x fem reader!

Got inspired by this picture down here and the kiss from the spiderman movies hehe~ enjoy!

You were in your office working on the paperwork that Tsunade left you, and since she was with Shizune, she left you all her backlog.

"I'm so tired..."

You said yawning, you hadn’t slept for several hours, and it showed since you had dark circles on your face, you stretched out for a second, completely exhausted.

"Hey gorgeous"

A voice said behind you, recognizing it, you turned around and then founded your beloved upside down from the window.

"Jiraiya?"

You went to open the window with a confused look.

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought I’d come visit my beautiful lady"

He said giving you flowers, smiling warmly.

"Oh Jiraiya..."

You took them happily and smelled them.

"They are beautiful"

"Just like you"

At his comment you blushed hiding yourself with your bouquet.

"You can be incredibly romantic when you want uh?"

You said giggling.

"Don’t I deserve a thank-you kiss?"

He asked you with that smirk you loved so much

"Mmm... maybe..."

You pretended to think about it, making Jiraiya laugh.

"Then I’ll go now, I see you’ve got a lot to do and I don’t want to-"

Before Jiraiya could have finished his sentence, you threw yourself on his lips, kissing him passionately while he was still upside down.

When you breaked this kiss, Jiraiya was pleasantly surprised.

"Well... I think I’ll have to bring you flowers more often."

You smiled.

[lemony-snickers]

i have no fucking self-control. i'm sorry/you're welcome? Title: Vicissitude Summary: Kakashi Hatake spends his first birthday with you by his side. Word Count: 4,022 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, fem!reader, fluff and smut, birthday sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, sappy & overwrought, semi-public sex only in that they are out in the woods, slight alcohol use.

Kakashi woke on September 15th to a change of seasons.  That his birthday fell at such a pivotal time of year, when the sticky clutch of summer still lingered despite the best attempts of autumn to slice through the humidity like a kunai made of colorful leaves, meant he was never really sure what the day would feel like.

This year, a chill swept in through his open window, and when he sat up, the sheets falling from his shoulders to his waist, he shivered.

Kakashi liked the brisk awakening, had always preferred spring and autumn to their more polarizing brethren.  He sat in his bed a long while, arms wrapped around his still-blanketed knees, as he watched the golden light of early morning spill into the room and breathed in the crisp scent of a new day.

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[sanjisluvbot]

⋆˙⊹MASTERLIST˖⁺ 🪼

Extra disclaimer : I will not do smut for minors, I can give you a little kiss or something but that’s it.

SERIES:

Isekai Yandere Strawhats 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Strawberry fields josuke x black fem reader Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 ( maybe )

Miguel O’Hara x Black Fem Reader Pt1 Pt2?

Isekai Yandere Strawhats CH 2 1

As Above So Below Raian Kure x Black Fem Reader 1 2 3

ONESHOTS:

Sanji x Black Fem Reader GOOD DAYS

Isekai BNHA x Black Fem Reader

Don’t Drink The Tea

Nami x Black Fem Reader Time well spent

Zoro x Black Fem Reader Time apart

Yander Josuke x Black Fem Reader ( Aged up )

Portgas D. Ace x Fem reader live

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x BNHA Black Fem reader

Isekai Platonic Yandere Strawhats

Getou Suguru Hopes And Dreams

HEADCANNONS:

Platonic Yandere Todoroki

Bakugo X black Fem realtionship HC

Bucciarati x Black Fem Reader relationship HC

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x Distrustful reader

JOJO:

One piece:

My hero academia:

Naruto:

Chainsawman:

AKI X Black Fem Reader

SPECIFIC CHARACTERS:

Katsuki Bakugo:

Todoroki Shoto:

Jotaro Kujo:

Josuke Higashikata: Strawberry fields

AKI:

Gojo Satoru:

Fushiguro Megumi:

Nanami Kento:

Sanji: A prince’s wish

Zoro:

Eustass Kidd:

Killer:

Trafalgar Law:

Portgas D. Ace: Live

Hatake Kakashi: The student becomes the teacher

Shikamaru:

Raian Kure: series

[cottoncandy-cult]

Welcome Home

Kakashi Hatake x Chubby! Reader

Kakashi gave a tired sigh as he walked down the all too familiar path, he had finished training his squad for the day and was making his way home. A tired smile slipped on his face when he noticed a large and old cherry blossom tree starting to bloom, though it was pretty he was smiling more at the memory attached to it. He had been a cocky punk as a kid and even as a teen he had a bit of a streak in him, but there was one person able to wash away that aggression. (Y/n) was just a couple years younger than him and he had first met her when some new chunin had been bullying the (E/c) eyed girl, she was a bit heavier than most girls her age but she also wasn't exactly interested in being a kunoichi so she had no real reason to go out of her way to exorcise as a ninja would. Kakashi had recognized her from a small restaurant he occasionally visited which he later learned was owned by her parents, so he decided to step in and run them off since he did out rank them, and their behavior only shined a stained light on the village. But that had just been the start, before long they had become friends and eventually things had fallen into place and they had become lovers as young adults, one of his more recent memories had been proposing to the beautiful girl beneath that very tree.

He had fallen hard and by the time he noticed he was already love struck, she was a sweet and gentle soul who he felt was far more beautiful than the vein and rude jonin who loved to boast about how they're "peak attractiveness." Something he thought was a bunch of BS since for quite a few It was obvious they had only just barely had the skills to reach their ranks, most of them couldn't hold a conversation unless it was about them or someone else and he just couldn't get passed how ugly they were on the inside. His angel may have been different from most, but she was still beautiful to him in her own perfect way. He closed his eye as he continued his walk, though he began walking faster as his stomach growled. It was Wednesday, meaning his wife was making eggplant and miso soup with salt-broiled saury, one of his favorites. He loved her cooking; he was exhilarated to learn that out of her siblings she'd be the one to inherit the family restaurant. Her brother had become a ninja and her sister wanted to be a fashion designer and seamstress, Kakashi liked making jokes that talent runs through her family as it made her flustered.

Upon walking through the door his stomach announced his arrival, making the male blush while lowering his mask when hearing his wife's laugh from the kitchen. She stood in front of the sink, the front door opened into the kitchen and to the left had been the living room. "Welcome home love." The (H/c) haired girl turned from the boiling pot on the stove to look at where he stood near the front door, the house smelled of soup and grilled fish and teased him with the fact that he'd have to get cleaned up before he got to eat. "Thanks, beautiful, I'm glad to see you're in a good mood." The silver haired male chuckled and made his approach to the blushing girl, curling his arms around her waist as she turned to face him and rested her hands on his chest when gazing up at him. "Things went rather smoothly at the restaurant today, the new waitress has really made things a lot easier. How was your day? Did the kids tire you out as usual?" Her question had a grin quirking his gorgeous lips, making him chuckle as he leaned his forehead to hers. Feeling her gentle hands rub his temples and brush through his hair his body relaxed into her, his single black eye gazed into hers. "A bit, I'll save the stories for dinner though. Thankfully they weren't as much of a handful as they usually were." He leaned back, letting her sway them from side to side and listening to her beautiful laugh. "Well why don't you go get cleaned up, it should be finished by the time you get done." This statement made the male nod before he leaned down to kiss her forehead, reluctantly slipping away from her to go shower as she continued cooking. Neither noticing the preteens dangling from the window, the 3 kids who made up squad 7 had peaked up just in time to see him hug the girl. Though unfortunately for them they had been so startled at the fact he was in a relationship that they hadn't paid any attention to trying to see his face, and upon noticing Kakashi about to turn around they panicked and slipped off the ledge left to dangle and missing their second chance.

-------------------------Bonus:

The next day Kakashi had met the team at the training grounds, but he was both surprised and mildly concerned when he got there and they all three stood with their arms crossed like parents who just found their child's porn stash. "Uh.... Good afternoon..." He raised a hand in an awkward wave and feeling oddly threatened. It was then that the 3 rushed him, Kakashi had to fight every instinct that insisted he run away as he could almost feel this situation was gonna get weird. "Don't good afternoon us Kakashi sensei! Why didn't you tell us you were married!? Why don't you wear your ring!?" This had been Sakura speaking up first, the girl clearly thinking about the worst. So, with a sigh Kakashi decided to just rip off this band aid, so he removed one of his fingerless gloves to show his wedding band protected within. "It just never occurred to me, it's not like it changes anything." That was when Naruto popped up in front of him, startling him far more than he ever thought it would. "You should have told us it was to Miss (Y/n), we could have been eating lunch at the Konoha Lotus!"

That had Kakashi quirking an eyebrow, he forgot that Naruto did eat things aside from ramen from time to time. But he still didn't see what had the three riled up, that was when Sasuke spoke up next. "It's nice to know you aren't an ass like Kaiba." Kakashi cringed at the mention of being compared to such a male, Kaiba having been a petty little man whose thoughts and opinions were only skin deep. "Just how vain did you all think I was!?" Kakashi gave an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, I mean a lot of girls do have a thing for you, we always thought you were oblivious or just playing hard to get. At least we know you're just loyal though." Kakashi felt his head drop as a weight dropped onto him, he never realized how his attempts at ignoring the fawning of his fangirls made him look. Buuuuut at least they knew he was a devoted husband now, maybe they'd listen just a little bit better from now on. Though he doubted that, then it would just be too easy.

[liivzen]

I have to be some kind of idiot or something. I’ve had ao3 for like at least 3-4 years now and I just am not finding good fics. I use the filtering system and everything and I am not finding these like long ass fics that some of yall find. At best I might find one that’s like a few chapters and is like 20k words but I just dunno what I’m doing wrong. Plz help 🫠

[iambilliejeanok]

hello jean.. how are you? hope you're doing great..

Can I request any Kakashi fluff or angst. Either that u feel like writing now.. Sankyuu 😘

I’m doing okay baby hope you’re well too💗🌸

Warnings: angst,🥺

Normally, your husband does enjoy some quality time with you but, with the business of villages and continuous Kage events, there has been no quality time between the two of you, so much so that he wouldn’t even let you snuggle on his lap during work hours and after work as he initially did to compensate for the lack of attention, he’s exhausted, wanting nothing but to rest, falling asleep the minute he lays under the covers and waking up at the earliest hour, while you’re still sound asleep. It almost seems as though he’s pushing you away, prioritizing work over you. You couldn’t handle the fire burning in your chest, the heavy lump in your throat being difficult to swallow, and you’re suddenly warm, heating up with every passing moment as different emotions tug at your heart all at once. Anger, sadness, loneliness, greed. Would work be the reason your love story comes to an end? Your palms were so sweaty you could barely grip on the door handle, wiping your hands on your skirt before trying again, the difference barely noticeable so you just had to resort to your elbow to push the door handle down.

Crying out loud, the door shut right behind you, your personal space encouraging you to finally shed those tears your eyes spent all day fighting back. Pushing through taking off your shoes, you paused, contemplating whether to place your shoes neatly on the rack, like Kakashi preferred, or to just leave them there, since you were technically no longer in a relationship with him, the thought of hearing his voice again, but to scold you, made you quietly wince as you bent over to place your shoes on the rack. The emotional or physical desire to even be in his presence still stung your chest like a scolding hot brand and to train your heart to hurt less, you hoped he’d stay at work all night like he usually did, putting your cell phone on flight mode to shut out the noise of the world and human relations. Heading straight for your bedroom, a shower was out of the question, your emotions draining you enough to save that for another day. Taking off your heavy clothing, you crumbled it all up and shoved it in a hiding place so he wouldn’t complain about that either. Slipping on your comfort pajama dress, you pull down the cover and blanket, organizing all your stuffies to surround you, crawling into the cozy snug space you created, your favorite soft pakuun stuffy held tightly against your chest. Slumber quickly crept up on you, sparing you from any further thoughts about your “husband”.

By the time Kakashi returned home he felt rather exhausted, disappointed but not surprised, to find the house dark and cold, not even a feint whiff off food in the air. His mouth watered and his tummy grumbled at thought of some creamy mash potatoes and the savory oxtail you always perfected. “Shit”, he mumbled to himself, dropping his face into his hands. He forgot about you again. “Y/N…”. Ignoring the loud cries of his empty stomach, he now had the mission to check on you, softly calling your name as he moved through the house. Finally reaching the bedroom, he gently opened the door. Kakashi froze, surrounded and cuddling your stuffies, you were fast asleep, an offensively large amount of space left for him to sleep. The scene felt so uninviting, no room at all for him to hold you. Suddenly, it hit him like an avalanche, his chest tightening as he lost his breathe, his lungs forcing him to take a deep breathe before he’d suffocate. Work has just been too busy. A sudden urge to throw up forced him to bend over, his hands resting on his knees as he focused on taking deep breaths. He had been turning you away every single time you asked for his company. “No baby…”, mindful of your sleep, he whispered, guilt tugging at his heart as he slowly straightened up. He didn’t feel like a shower either, neither did he the day before, but what would one more day do?

“Y/N, I’m so sorry baby”, he whispered, blinking away the tears stinging his eyes. “I should go take a shower”, he mumbled, overwhelmed with what steps he should take next. Maybe a shower would help him deal with the mess in his head. As the water ran down his sore body, he thought he felt a warm hand touch his back, whipping his head around with so much hope in his heart, but once again, it was just his imagination. “Why should she come in here?”, he huffed to himself, yearning for your touch now. He fucked up. He knew it, and he hated himself for it.

Carefully slipping under the covers, Kakashi began gently removing a few of your stuffies, attempting to make some space for him to hold you. “Cmon Melody, hey Squishy move, you too Dumbo”, he quietly spoke to himself as he successfully threw them into plushy basket. Swallowing, he nervously placed his arm around you, your knees against your chest making it too tight, but he forcefully moved your knees, refusing to sleep another night without you in his arms. The movements woke you, and all of a sudden the warmth of his body against your back was all too much to bear. At first, you thought you felt your stuffies pressing against you just right, but when they began moving your eyes shot wide open. Gently, you tugged at the arm wrapped around you, attempting to remove it when you felt a warm kiss pressing against your neck, and you felt so uncomfortable, your mind having trained itself to not deserve such warm and gentle gestures. Trying to cover the very intense discomfort you felt, you gently turned, Kakashi finally getting the message when you began to push at his chest. “Oh, you’re okay?” The urge to scream had never hit you this hard. But you resisted. “I don’t think you actually care”, you said, your throat quickly tightening up. “I don’t feel like you care about me anymore. Please don’t touch me”. You had never felt so relieved to be under the dim light, your faces barely recognizable to one another. It made it easier for you to turn around and scoot closer to the edge. “Baby, what’s going on?”, Kakashi asked, mentally slapping himself for asking such an ignorant question. That’s not what he meant. “Leave me alone”, you squeaked, your shaky voice barely audible as tears began falling down your chubby cheeks, every atom in your being begging you to see rage yourself from him. You could no longer stand to sleep beside him. It was too painful of a reminder of the soft, warm and inviting love you once had.

“Y/n, baby, I’m sorry”, Kakashi started, but was only met with silence. The silence was a little harsher than a harsh answer would’ve actually been, he felt, an intense sensation building up in chest, forcing him to take another breath. He new what this feeling was, it’s just that he hadn’t felt this way in a long time. And to be honest with himself, he stopped feeling that way after he had committed himself to you. Your love was so gentle, caring, considerate and the list could go on as he reflected on his feelings, the ceiling growing darker and darker as he stared straight at it, limply laying on his back. Is it really worth it?

Kakashi was alone. Again. In his room, blood all over his hands up to his elbows, dripping down to the bedspread. He had never felt this kind of fear, emptiness and loneliness in a hot minute. The feeling was awfully nostalgic, but not in the fond and happy way. His stomach dropped, when he felt the weight on his lap, he felt so cold and empty, as though every drop of blood in his body had been drained right out him, too afraid to acknowledge the weight on his lap. He could smell her. Rin. And he shot up, the room still dark. “Fuck!”, he sighed, Another fucking nightmare. He looked down at his hands, before looking over to your side, where were you to hold him in your arms, and gently wipe his hands for him with those lightly scented wipes of yours, and kiss them, and rub your cheek against his open palmed, to tell him how much you loved them. To reassure him that you’d never abandon him, and that he didn’t actually kill his best friend. You weren’t there, let alone in the bed beside him.

He looked over at the time. 7:28 a.m. Work was so tough, he slept hard. As steam from the boiling hot water running out the bathroom tap filled the air, he began washing his hands, he knew this was bad, you’re the one that helped him break the habit, he was relapsing, slowly becoming the broken hearted, lonely, hopeless Kakashi he has been before meeting you. He hated it. Every last feeling, so much so that he wanted to scream and break everything in the room, but he had to get the blood off of his hands first. The imaginary blood that haunted him for so long. It hurt so much, his hands burning, turning hot red as he scrubbed them as bed as he could, a whimper leaving his chest, followed by a tear. What was the point of all of this? The village, being a Hokage, protecting people, status. What was the point of all that shit if he lost you. Was work really worth it? Was being the Hokage worth losing his light and love. His everything, his baby…you.

“NO!”, he screamed, “NO! NO! NO!”. Quickly , he shut off the water, oblivious to the skin on his hands and arms slowly swelling and blistering as he dashed out of the bedroom. Maybe you were still home. Even he didn’t know why he froze, when he dashed into the living room to see you putting on your leg warmers. You weren’t gone. You were still here, he still had the chance to fix things, it was now or never. Without a care, you continued to fix your leg warmers, leaning forward to reach for your beanie on the coffee table, ignoring his presence despite his sudden entrance. “I’m resigning as Hokage. Tsunade will probably be forced to take position again with Shikamaru by her side. She will hate me for it, the entire village might hate me for it, but I can take that. That’s fine. I just can’t handle having you hate me”, his voice breaking as he could no longer fight the lump in his throat, tears running down his face again. Now you were frozen, finally paying him mind, your dark brown eyes looking up into his black ones for the first time in months. You’re so beautiful , he thought. Kakashi on the other end, looked a damn mess. His eyes puffy and a little red, tears running down his cheeks, feint whimpering and hiccuping as he tried to calm himself down from crying. You didn’t know he was crying until you looked at him. The angry red blotches on his arms and hands forced you to stand up. “Kakashi!”, you panicked, rushing to stand in front of him, but he fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, crying into your tummy. You didn’t even realize the tears freely streaming down your cheeks as you cried too, just as messy as Kakashi was, trying to process exactly what he said. He’s resigning? He can’t just do that.

The two of you now sat on the couch, Kakashi’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his face buried into your neck as you gently rubbed some aloe Vera you’d been saving on his hands, the sensation cold and very relieving. “You always make things right”, Kakashi managed to say, still coming down from the violent crying. Confused, you remained silent, still trying to process exactly what the actual fuck was happening. After 6 difficult months of training and beating your mind and body into accepting the death of your marriage, your husband was suddenly telling you he would quite to be with you forever. You weren’t sure if that’s what you needed to hear or not, you just knew he spoke the words you’d always longed to hear, but you thought he valued his title so much that giving it up to be with you was out of the question. The same man who made you feel like nothing, was now making you feel like you were more important than something like being a Hokage. And for some reason, you were angry. You still freshly hurt. Now this. You remained silent.

“I took you for granted Y/N”, Kakashi spoke, his voice shaky from the overwhelming emotions he was experiencing. “I took you for granted, but you’re so special. You’re too p-precious. Being the Hokage is not worth losing you. That w-would be like like trading gold for dirt, I’ve been so blind and stupid. You’re the real treasure. Frankly, I don’t care what the consequences are. The whole world can burn down for all I care, you’re the real treasure here. Only a f-fool would dare risk losing you. Ple—please, pretty p-please, please find it in your heart to forgive this fool. This fool certainly doesn’t deserve you, but I’ll be damned if i ever let you slip out of my hands. I’m so s-sorry baby. I love you more than anything, you’re more important , please, don’t walk away”.

His arms wrapped around you so tight, your neck and cheek wet with his tears and yours, as you both cried together, and turning around, you needed to throw your arms around him too. “Kakashi”…

[renren-006]

Choose your choice for the first anime character that i will write for!!

hope you guys have been enjoying my stories! let me know if there’s any that you want more of, my request are always open!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Reader Characters: Kakashi Hatake, Uzumaki Naruto, Original Characters, Sukea (Naruto) Additional Tags: Isekai, Romance, Fluff, Eventual Romance, fem!reader - Freeform, x Reader, Fluff and Humor, Love Confessions Summary:

You've always loved Kakashi Hatake. Once upon a time, he was the reason why you started drawing! And when you were reborn in his world... you just wanted to draw him from any physically possible angle.

And everything would be fine if all your "fangirl`s drawings" hadn't been seen by Kakashi... who disguised himself as a Sukea and unwittingly forced you to confess your love for your most beloved character.

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@f8tann

Um... human, can you hear me? I hope so. And I also hope that you will like my work... yes...

*awkwardly crawl away towards the bushes*

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

guys im working on a little fic, who wants to read it?🫣 kakashi x f!inuzuka!reader x itachi - fluff, angst, maybe some eventual smut if you guys fw it

anyway heres the first chapter

[starlightanya0wsblog]

*Jiraiya and Y/n flirting*

Jiraiya: Are you the sun? 'Cause your beauty is blinding me

Y/n: *giggling* Are you a star? 'Cause I can't stop admiring you

Kakashi: *trying to read in peace*

Please stop flirting in front of me.

[lemony-snickers]

@sugarkage - ficti-gram for you!

to: @sugarkage from: @gothamkunoichi message: hi sugarkage, thanks for being a good buddy around here! 💙 sending this to cheer you up if you need a small surprise. characters/pairing: kakashi hatake/fem!reader word count: 2,506 prompt: the smell of coffee

Kakashi Hatake had never been as much of a morning person as others might assume.  A misunderstanding which could be forgiven since all his adult life, he had been forced by necessity to rise with (and sometimes before) the sun.

Konoha’s Self-Defense Forces did not take kindly to oversleeping.  And now, well retired from that life and struggling to find his footing in a new one, Kakashi’s alarm still rang out before five o’clock each morning.  And when he inevitably hit the snooze button, he was immediately assaulted by the hot, sticky tongue of his pug Pakkun, who knew damn well the alarm meant it was time for a walk and the walk meant when he got home, he would be fed.

“Fine, fine, I’m up,” Kakashi said, shoving Pakkun’s wet snout from his cheek.  The dog huffed a muffled bark against his owner’s palm and then sailed off the bed far more gracefully than should have been possible before Kakashi heard the familiar clicking of his blunted nails against the wood floor, heading in the direction of the front door before Kakashi was even out from beneath the covers.

Kakashi groaned, running his hands over his face before remembering the wet of Pakkun’s nose on his left palm and pulling it away in thinly veiled distaste.

Whoever had told him that a dog would help with his depression was a goddamn liar.  Depressed people needed sleep, not early morning walks to pick up piles of shit from the curb.

Still, Kakashi kicked the blankets away and stumbled into the adjoining bathroom so he could wash his hands first and his face second, hoping the act might prepare him, however slightly, for the day ahead.  As he patted his damp skin—jawline prickly with stubble, which he would need to shave between Pakkun’s walk and his commute to work—Kakashi’s tired eyes took in his reflection with a flat, detached stare.

His dark eyes stood out like a shock against his pale skin, the blood vessels of the left permanently dilated, giving the white of his eye a sickly pink appearance.  The scar which bisected the lids seemed stark and dark in the pre-dawn light, a jagged reminder of why he no longer served in the KSDF.

Before he could tumble any further down the rabbit hole of his past, Pakkun appeared in the doorway to the bathroom clutching his leash between his teeth and growling faintly.

Despite the early hour and the dark memories clouding his thoughts, Kakashi couldn’t help but laugh as the pug stomped his tiny feet impatiently.  The effect was less than intimidating, and looked more like a stuttered dance than the act of irritation it was apparently meant to be.  Perhaps the dog suggestion hadn’t been such a useless one, after all.

Kakashi neglected to grab a jacket on his way out of the apartment, which he regretted as soon as the sharp sting of cool air met his skin when he stepped through the front door of his building.  He was too lazy to go back inside and up three flights to retrieve one, though, afraid if he made it back to the relative safety of his apartment he would never leave again.

And anyway, Pakkun—small as he was—seemed unlikely to allow such a detour without more fight than Kakashi wanted to put up with.

“All right,” he said, shoving his free hand into the pocket of his sweatpants and glancing down at the pug at his feet, tongue lolling happily from one side of his mouth, “Let’s go.”

Konoha was quiet this time of morning, with only a sparse few littering the streets.  He nodded and smiled and mumbled a half-hearted, “Good morning,” as familiar faces greeted him when he passed.  The man at the bakery, the woman always jogging with wrist weights on, had all become fixtures of Kakashi’s daily routine, even if he still thought they were all insane for willingly rising before the sun.

Pakkun, for his part, enjoyed himself immensely, as he always did, sniffing every tree and hydrant and telephone pole, peeing on those he deemed worthy, and barking quietly at those that didn’t smell the way he wanted them to.  Kakashi was content to let the pug explore, turning around in circles as he tried to identify all the various smells attached to any one place or item.

Kakashi thought the life of a dog sounded rather nice, actually.  Sleep half the day, have someone else feed you and pick up your shit, smell all the stuff you want.  Not bad.

He was trying to hold back a yawn when a new sign caught Kakashi’s eye.  It was lit brightly, a happy green neon thing he’d never noticed before.  It took a few moments to register that the café—which is what the place was now, or so he assumed based on the name Bean & Button—must be new; the storefront until recently had been papered over from inside.  Once a fabric shop, it had been closed for months with no indication of renovations.

Apparently, though, the paper had been hiding a secret all the while and Kakashi frowned, surprised he hadn’t noticed.

When he tugged Pakkun in the direction of the café, the pug bit down on his leash and growled, trying to hold his ground.

“Come on, Pakkun,” Kakashi sighed, “I let you sniff that last tree for ten minutes, the least you can do is let me get a coffee.”

Pakkun relented, but not without a last yip of irritable half-defiance.

When Kakashi pushed the door open, he was greeted by soft overhead lights and the sound of gentle folk music—guitars strumming carefully beneath the sweet voice of a woman recalling some lost love.

He’d never been inside the fabric shop when it was still in business, and Kakashi took in his surroundings with a keen eye for all the details that remained from that recent past—dress dummies in one corner with pins for sale stuck into their burlap bodies, one draped in a t-shirt with the new cafés logo of a coffee bean and a blue button emblazoned on the front.  An antique sewing machine stood behind the wooden bar that provided coffee stirrers, lids, sugars, and milks for personalizing your beverage.

“Good morning!”

Kakashi’s eyes flicked from the sewing machine milk bar to the front counter, which had also clearly been at least partially salvaged from the shop’s original purpose—the wood was too old, the upholstered top lush and out of place.  A pane of glass had been cut to fit over it so no spilled drinks would stain the fabric beneath.

“Morning,” he said, dragging his gaze from the counter to the woman behind it.  She beamed at him far too brightly for such an early hour.

“First time?” she asked kindly.  He nodded.  “Take your time,” she said, pointing to the large board behind her with a hand drawn menu.  His eyes widened a fraction when he realized how many options he had to choose from.  Everything from plain drip coffee to a French press brew or pour over to fancy cappuccinos and macchiatos and other drinks he was pretty sure were wholly made up.

One entire section offered smoothies with punny sewing-themed names—Greens Silk, Blind Hemp, Pep-Plum.  Kakashi grimaced, most of the jokes rather cringe-worthy.  His attention was drawn away a moment later when Pakkun sniffed the base of the counter and barked.  Kakashi shushed him, offering the barista a brief apology as he tugged him away.  “Sorry, is it okay I brought him in?”

His head swiveled, looking for any indication one way or the other as to the café’s pet policy and finding none.

She smiled again, “Of course!”  She reached under the counter and when her hand reappeared it was with a small dog treat in hand.  “He probably just sniffed one of these from our last canine customer.”  She smirked as Pakkun barked again, short tail waging furiously as he stared at the treat clutched between her fingers.  She tossed it over the counter and Pakkun nearly dislocated Kakashi’s shoulder as he barreled toward it, scarfing it from the distressed wooden floor without an ounce of hesitation.

The barista gasped and when Kakashi looked back at her, she was covering her mouth with both hands.  “I’m so sorry!  I should have asked you first!” she said.  Or, at least, he thought that’s what she said.  It was rather difficult to hear her voice while it was caged by both palms.

Kakashi chuckled, offering her a small smile.  “It’s quite all right.  If anything, you’ve saved me the trouble of having to try to explain we’re out of tr—” he stopped short when Pakkun’s ears lifted at the start of the word and corrected course, “t-r-e-a-t-s,” he spelled, “once we get home.”

That seemed to reassure her, and her hands fell back to the countertop, head falling forward in relief as she sighed.  “Thank goodness.”

Kakashi stepped up to the counter and she met his gaze with a relieved smile.  “Figured out what you want?”

He smiled ruefully.  “I’m afraid I’m a little boring,” he said, “One large black coffee, please.”

Despite the lack of flair to his order, the barista brightened immediately, “Coming right up!”

Kakashi waited while she poured his coffee into a paper to-go cup, pulling his wallet from the pocket of his sweatpants—grateful he’d remembered to bring it this morning, since it tended to be a fifty-fifty chance on any given day he would.

“Here you are!” she said, sliding the cup across the glass.  “If you need any sugar or milk, they’re over on the counter there,” she pointed toward the old sewing machine.

“Thanks,” Kakashi said, though he knew he wouldn’t need either.

She rang him up and he paid, and they exchanged pleasantries as he turned to leave, forgoing a lid as he and Pakkun stepped back out onto the street.  The smell of the coffee wafted up to his nose as he was met with the bracing cold once more, and Kakashi let his eyes slide closed as he savored the scent, grateful for the warmth of the cup in his hand.

He blew across the surface before he brought the paper rim to his mouth and took his first sip, humming in satisfaction as it tricked down his throat, carving a path of warmth through his entire body as he swallowed.

Kakashi might have stayed there the rest of the day, standing on the sidewalk outside of Bean & Button savoring his beverage, had Pakkun not rudely headbutted his calf.

“Fine, fine,” he said, “let’s go home and get you fed.”

The café became a fixture of their morning walks after that.  The following day, Pakkun dragged Kakashi rather unceremoniously toward the front door and raced to the front counter where he barked, looking expectantly up at the same barista, who laughed and tossed him a treat.

“They never forget, do they?” she asked.

Kakashi shook his head.  “They certainly don’t.”

“Same thing today, or are you feeling adventurous?”

Kakashi nearly blushed at the teasing lilt of her voice, but managed to hide his somewhat embarrassed smile behind a cough.  He glanced up at the menu, vision nearly blurring as he was assaulted with the too-large selection of options, before he answered,  “Same, please.  Thanks.”

And so it went every morning.  Alarm, walk, treat, coffee; alarm, walk, treat, coffee.

Kakashi always took too long to stare at the intimidating menu, always ordered the same plain black coffee.  Pakkun always barked for a treat, always immediately tried to tug Kakashi back outside as soon as he licked the final crumbs of it from the floor.

Slowly, over the course of several weeks and then months, Kakashi realized he no longer hit the snooze button first thing.  Sometimes, in fact, he actually woke before his alarm, a thing which had only happened before when he had a particularly vicious nightmare or when Pakkun was in distress of some kind.

In fact, Kakashi found his steps felt lighter in the morning, his smile more genuine when he greeted those he passed.

It was not until one particularly cold morning in early February—after he had wrestled Pakkun very unwillingly into a sweater and matching mittens on his paws as a ward against the faint dusting of snow outside—that Kakashi finally understood the change.

Because as he stepped through the door of Bean & Button, he looked up to find the woman behind the counter already smiling as she set a steaming cup before her.  He approached the counter with a small, curious smile on his mouth and peered into the cup as she tossed Pakkun’s treat over the counter.

“What’s this?” he asked, glancing up to meet her sparkling eyes.

“One large black coffee to go,” she said, lips pulled into an equally amused grin.  “Figured I’d save you the trouble of pretending to peruse the menu today.”

He ducked his head, nearly blushing.  “Am I really so predictable?”

“Maybe,” she said, “or maybe I just pay very close attention.”

Kakashi hummed, paying for his drink.  When she took the money from him, their fingers touched and Kakashi felt the faintest zap of electricity, as if he’d walked over a carpeted floor in warm, woolly socks before reaching for a doorknob.  And just like that, the new and unexpected ease of his mornings made sense.

The barista giggled as she handed Kakashi his change.  “Pakkun is looking particularly adorable today.”

Pakkun very clearly disagreed, giving a grumbly huff in reply.

“I don’t think he’s a fan of his winter outfit,” Kakashi said, sneaking a sip of his coffee.  As if to punctuate the assertion, the pug gave another huff and shook his body, ears flapping loudly.

Kakashi’s own ears felt suddenly and utterly attuned to the sound of her laughter—the way it rang in his head, filled his chest with such warmth even the steaming cup of coffee in his hands was no match.  He wanted to linger, wanted to try out this new feeling, see how it settled in his chest, over his shoulders.

He turned to look at her, the way she tucked her mouth behind her hand, and realize it was not the coffee that had made it easier to get out of bed since Bean & Button opened, but the person who made it.

Kakashi waved goodbye and he and Pakkun headed back to their apartment so the pug could shed his abominable winter clothes and his human could get ready for work.  All the while, Kakashi smiled to himself, looking forward to another coffee tomorrow.  To the bright spot in his terrible, too-early routine.

Maybe tomorrow would be the day he finally tried something other than a plain black coffee.  Maybe one day, eventually, he’d invite the pretty woman out from behind the counter to enjoy a coffee with him.