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NOTE: I deleted a lot of my Haikyuu stuff on here especially the dark dark content -regretting it now-. So to those who are still here from back then and notice, yes there are things missing and I apologize.

Naruto Masterlist

Kinks/What Turns Them On: Kakashi - Minato - Itachi - NSFW

Delicious Madara Smut: Madara Uchiha - NSFW

Lover: Kakashi - NSFW

Enamored: Madara - NSFW

What He Likes: Tobirama - NSFW

Tsukuyomi: Itachi - NSFW

Jealous: Kakashi

Why He’s Special: Madara

Coming Out: Kakashi

нαιкуυυ!!! мαѕтєяℓιѕт

Poly Relationship Headcanons: Hanamaki - Matsukawa - Atsumu - Osamu - Ushijima - Tendou - NSFW - Fluff - I love them all

Cheating Headcanons: Atsumu - Oikawa - Suna - Angst - Cheating - Splash Of NSFW

Non Cheaters Headcanons: Sakusa - Akaashi - NSFW - Yandere - Death

MSBY Team: NSFW

Random Headcanons: Kuroo - Soft - Sweet - Nicknames

Train Sex: Kuro - NSFW - Exhibitionism - Kuroo Fucks You On The Train

Gangbang Headcanons: Sugawara - Asahi - Daichi - NSFW - Gangbang

Betrayal: Yandere Atsumu - Helpless Osamu - Noncon - Gore - Choking - Osamu Tied To Chair

кυяσкσ ησ вαѕкєт мαѕтєяℓιѕт

Just Panties: Generation Of Miracles - Tetsuya - Fluff - Nekkid

Stealing The Blanket: Kise - Miyaji - Kagami - Akashi - Takao - Fluff

Trying To Impregnate You: Aomine - NSFW - Breeding

Lazy Mornings: Murasakibara - Himuro - Fluff - Cuddling

Dancing: Akaashi - Kise - Dancing - Fluff

Birthday Sex: Murasakibara - NSFW - Birthday Sex - Frosting

Pregnancy Sex: Aomine - Masturbation - NSFW - Pregnancy

Wakamatsu Headcanons: Wakamatsu - SFW - NSFW

Dad Headcanons: Hanamiya - Kiyoshi - Furuhashi - Kagami - Aomine - Fluff

Bad Boys Do It Better: Hanamiya - Hara - Seto - NSFW - Gangbang

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𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙆𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞'𝙨 𝙂𝙛

𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘. 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨. 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨

𝙞𝙨 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥. 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨. 𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙮, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣…𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 ��𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨) 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤��� 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙝𝙞𝙨 ��𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝙧𝙪𝙗 𝙤𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩, 𝙝𝙚’𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙙𝙖, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨. 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠, 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨

𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝘽𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙚’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

𝙠𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞'𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙

[just-cofffee]

Gray hair like a stormy sky, pale skin like the dawn of the first snow. His eyes, mirrors of pure ice, shine with the unyielding beauty of eternity. Like a watchful father, his soul devoutly cares for those around him, just as a glacier protects and shapes the land in its wake. His rare smile, delicate and precious as a diamond, warms hearts in an unexpected way, like the first ray of sunlight after a long winter.

In his eyes, the truth of his spirit is written: kindness, love, and profound compassion, though behind the glow lies the quiet need to be loved.

Steadfast as an oak in the midst of a storm, he is always there, supporting and listening. Even when his soul bears the marks of internal battles, he rises with a strength that only true inner peace can bestow. A genius in his essence, a captivating enigma, the keeper of hearts that sigh for his presence—the man who stirs longing in both women and men, as though the universe had created him to be unique, irreplaceable.

[hearts0hearts]

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒸𝒶𝓉!𝒮𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓀𝑒 x 𝒢𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Summary; Instead of joining the others at the hot springs, Sasuke gravitates back to your quiet little farm, where he knows you’ll greet him with warmth he doesn’t know how to ask for.

A/N; reader is afab! fem!reader, gentle confession, hurt/comfort Words; ~ 900 matching headcanons

He hadn’t meant to end up at your farm.

Really.

Team 7 had just returned from a taxing mission, tracking a missing-nin through rough terrain, bad weather, and not nearly enough food. Kakashi, for once, suggested rest. Naruto begged for the hot springs. Sakura agreed. Sasuke, however, slipped away the moment no one was watching.

His body ached. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, a gash beneath it hastily bandaged back at camp. His hair clung to his temple with dried sweat, and he was sure he looked miserable.

But his feet had brought him here, to the outer edge of the peaceful village. To your farm.

And he hated to admit it, but he had hoped, just a little, you’d still be there.

You were.

Sasuke watched from beneath the shade of a nearby tree. The sun caught the strands of your hair as you leaned over a trough to fill it with fresh water. Your clothes were smudged with hay and dirt, your cheeks flushed from the warmth of the late afternoon, a little flower tucked behind your ear. You looked… happy. Unbothered. The animals wandered lazily around you, clearly at peace.

And when you finally spotted him, his silhouette leaning slightly against the wooden fence, you beamed so brightly that Sasuke felt it behind his ribs.

"Sasuke-kun?" you gasped, dropping the bucket you were holding. "You're back!"

Before he could blink, you were jogging toward him, arms open… not to hug, no, not yet, but as if your whole body welcomed him. Sasuke stood stiffly, unsure what to do with his hands as you stopped just short of touching him. "You're hurt," you whispered, gaze softening as you took in the bloodstained sleeve, the dirt along his jaw.

"It's nothing," he muttered.

You frowned disapprovingly. " 'Nothing' needs cleaning!" You gestured toward the farmhouse with a tilt of your head, already stepping aside to let him follow. "Come in, I'll help you!"

Sasuke hesitated. He should say no. He should be going back to the inn, or at least to rest somewhere alone.

Instead, he followed the sunshine.

Inside, your little home smelled of bread and herbs. It was warm in a way he wasn’t used to. 

You guided him to sit on a bench near the open window, digging through a cupboard until you found a cloth and a small jar of ointment.

"Take your shirt off."

He blinked. "What?"

"So I can clean the wound," you said innocently, wringing the cloth out in a bowl of clean water.

He complied, tugging the ruined material over his head with a wince.

You frowned again. "You really shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard,"

"I'm fine."

"You’re stubborn."

"...hn"

Your fingers were gentle as they dabbed at the wound, careful not to press too hard. He watched your face as you worked, lips pressed together, eyes focused. The gold of the setting sun spilled across your features and made you look like you belonged in a painting. Something soft. Beautiful.

"I missed you," you said suddenly.

Sasuke’s breath caught.

You didn’t seem to notice the way his shoulders stiffened, or if you did, you didn’t let it stop you. You dipped the cloth into the water again and wrung it out slowly.

Sasuke looked away, lips pressed into a thin line. He wasn’t good with things like this, soft words, open feelings.

But you always said what you meant. Always wore your heart out in the open.

He couldn’t understand how someone like you existed.

You leaned back, satisfied with your work. The bandage was neat, and the ointment already smelled of healing.

When your eyes met his again, they held something softer. Something braver.

"I was really happy when I met you, y'know? You were all cold and moody, and still are… but I don’t know… I could tell you weren’t a bad person."

Sasuke stayed silent. Not because he disagreed. But because it was true.

You leaned your head a little, smiling softly this time. "Do you think I’m annoying?"

He looked at you.

Then looked away.

Then, back again.

"...No."

You blinked. "No?"

He paused like the word itself was heavy. Then, quieter, rougher, "Not the way you think,"

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched him like he was a book half open.

He didn’t meet your eyes. Didn’t keep talking.

But he didn’t have to.

You pieced it together in your head, slow and careful.

He’d been in your village two weeks. You’d found excuses to run into him almost every day. Sometimes it was coffee, sometimes it was peaches from the orchard, sometimes it was nothing at all but a wave and a "Hiii again!~"

He’d never pushed you away.

Not really.

"I guess…" You started, your voice smaller now, “I just thought maybe you didn’t mind me. Or maybe you were just polite.”

He looked at you then. Really looked.

"…I didn’t expect you," He said, finally. His voice was low, like it wasn’t used to saying things that mattered. "I came here for work. Not… this."

You swallowed. Heart suddenly too loud in your chest.

"But… I kept letting you."

He didn’t move, but the air shifted.

"I don't know why," He said. "Maybe I liked it."

Your breath caught a little. Not dramatic, not showy, just that quiet, stunned kind of feeling when something lands deep.

“I like you too,” You whispered, fingers brushing his arm like you weren’t sure if you could hold on yet.

And for the first time since he sat down, he leaned in.

Not a kiss.

Not even a touch.

Just his shoulder against yours. Close enough that you could feel the heat of him, feel the way his breath slowed down a little, like maybe this was what he’d needed all along.

Outside, the sky had dipped into orange and purple. The animals were still. The world had quieted.

You sat there like that, in the hush of a day ending, his hand eventually finding yours, rough knuckles against calloused palms.

And Sasuke, silent as ever, didn’t pull away. Not even once.

[3lle-l-black]

When the reader of the fic starts acting foolish and petty over something very small and now you're reading and praying for your fav character to break up with you cause

oh my god

[likeholymary]

🚨 SURPRISE SEQUEL DROP 🚨

so uh. remember headlock? that ongoing kakashi slow burn fic where everything hurts and akina’s currently chained up in an akatsuki cave? yeah. that one.

well. i accidentally wrote the post-war domestic sequel. and now it’s live.

its four years later. it’s soft. it’s slow. it’s healing.

kakashi is hokage. akina is alive. they are very much in love and very bad at resting. but they’re trying.

yes, headlock is still being updated (i promise)

yes, this sequel contains some spoilers for what’s to come in headlock

yes, i needed to emotionally recover while writing the trauma fic, and this is how i coped 😌

if you’re caught up on headlock, come bask in the forehead kisses and post-war peace 🫶

title inspired by “Can’t Take It In” by Imogen Heap, because i’m legally bound to name every fic after a song i love

[abbi111]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑾𝒉𝒐'𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆

Tags: Kabuto Yakushi, Kabuto x f! charatcer, stalking, slow burn, manipulation, betrayal, lies, confrontation

Act I, Part 5: “Cracks in the Foundation”

Flashback

The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting an amber hue over the village and bathing the streets in a warm, fading light. Kana stood at the edge of the balcony, her arms folded across her chest as she took in the serene atmosphere…

She hadn’t seen him since then, and while part of her was relieved, there was another, more curious part that couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Who was he?

The thought crept up on her often. He was a puzzle—calm, intelligent, but also elusive, too controlled to be entirely genuine, or at least, that’s how she’d felt at first. But now… there was something about him. His subtle charm, the way he’d chosen his words carefully, and even the soft glimmer of something in his eyes—something that felt, strangely enough, real.

She sighed, her breath barely visible in the cool evening air. Was she being too suspicious? Or was there truly something more to him? She didn’t know yet. But she wanted to know. She wanted to uncover the man behind the charming smile, to peel back the layers of his mystery and figure out what was driving him.

As she turned to step back into her room, she heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from the corridor. She froze. The footsteps were deliberate, slow, as if whoever it was wanted her to notice. When she glanced over her shoulder, there he was—Kabuto. He was dressed in his usual attire, but his expression was softer this time, his posture less rigid.

“Kana,” he said, his voice warm but with that characteristic smoothness. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, but I thought you might be out here.”

She raised an eyebrow, not surprised to see him, though she hadn’t expected him to seek her out. It felt a little odd, a little too convenient. But she dismissed it quickly, her curiosity outweighing any caution she might have felt.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” she said, her voice neutral, but her gaze fixed on him, her curiosity piqued.

Kabuto smiled, the same faint smile that had left her wondering what lay behind it. “I know. I just thought we could talk. Maybe I could answer some of your questions.”

Kana’s heart skipped. Questions?

She hadn’t realized it before, but she did have questions. She was intrigued by him, by the way he carried himself, the air of mystery surrounding him. He wasn’t just some wandering stranger—there was a depth to him that she couldn’t quite figure out, and it was that mystery that drew her in.

“I’m not sure I have any questions,” Kana said cautiously, stepping back slightly. “But I’d be open to hearing what you have to say.”

Kabuto took a step closer, but it was a slow, measured movement. He wasn’t rushing her. He was simply there, standing with a kind of quiet presence that made it hard for her to ignore him.

“There’s a lot you probably don’t know about me,” he began, his voice soft but sure. “A lot that isn’t easily understood. People usually judge me by what they see on the surface, and I don’t blame them for that. But if I could show you the real me—maybe you’d understand why I do the things I do.”

Kana tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing in thought. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but something in his tone made her believe he wasn’t just speaking in riddles for the sake of it.

“Why are you so… mysterious?” she asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them. She wasn’t sure if she had the right to ask such a direct question, but it felt like the right moment to do so. “Why don’t you just tell me what you want? Why all these games?”

Kabuto’s eyes softened slightly, and his smile remained gentle. “I’m not trying to play games, Kana. I’m simply cautious. I’ve seen too many people who wear masks, who pretend to be something they’re not. I guess I’ve learned to do the same.”

He paused, studying her, as if trying to read her expression. His words were thoughtful, and while there was an underlying darkness to them, there was also something human about them. Something that made her feel, for just a moment, that maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t as dangerous as she’d originally thought.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he added quietly, his voice dropping a little lower. “But I can’t deny that I’m intrigued by you. There’s something in your eyes… I can’t help but wonder what’s behind them.”

Kana blinked, caught off guard by the honesty in his words. The intensity in his gaze seemed to strip away any pretenses, leaving only the rawness of his emotions.

She stood still for a moment, processing his words. Intrigued by me? She hadn’t expected him to say that. It was a side of him she hadn’t anticipated—a side that felt more vulnerable than anything else he’d shown her so far.

“And what is it you want to uncover about me?” she asked, her voice quieter now, more open than before. The distance between them had lessened, her natural suspicion giving way to genuine curiosity. There was a strange pull she felt toward him, a desire to understand him more fully, even if she didn’t know if she should.

Kabuto smiled again, a bit softer this time. “I think you’re not as easy to figure out as everyone else. There’s something in you that sets you apart. And maybe… maybe I want to see if you’ll let me uncover it.”

The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, Kana simply stared at him. He was right. There was something different about him—something that didn’t quite match the image of the rogue shinobi she had initially assumed he was. His curiosity about her felt genuine, and in that moment, she allowed herself to relax just a little. She didn’t know where this would lead, but she couldn’t help but wonder… What was he really like beneath the surface?

“Maybe I’ll let you,” Kana said softly, her words carrying an unspoken challenge. “But it’s not as easy as you think.”

Kabuto chuckled, the sound rich with amusement. “I never expected it to be.”

He didn’t push her any further. He didn’t try to manipulate or convince her. Instead, he respected her space, acknowledging her answer with a knowing smile before turning to leave. “Take your time, Kana. I’ll be around when you’re ready.”

As he walked away, Kana stood still for a moment, staring after him. The feeling that had always lingered in her chest—the unease, the curiosity—was still there, but it had shifted. She no longer saw him as just a stranger with dark intentions. There was something more there, and she was beginning to realize that maybe she wanted to discover what it was.

End flashback

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The early afternoon sun cast long shadows over the Hokage’s tower as Kana made her way across the rooftops, her body moving on instinct while her mind churned beneath the surface. The village below bustled with life—merchants shouting, children laughing, shinobi exchanging greetings—but it all felt distant to her now. Like a scene painted on glass, beautiful but fragile, ready to shatter at the lightest touch.

She didn’t belong here. Not really.

Kabuto’s words still echoed in her mind, soft and reasonable, the way he had leaned in under the cover of darkness, voice smooth as silk.

“You work so hard for them, Kana… but have you ever asked if they deserve it?”

“They use people like you. People who are loyal. People who are disposable.”

She clenched her fists tighter, ignoring the sting of her nails digging into her palms. It was wrong to think that way. Wasn’t it?

But lately, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t unsee it.

The tired faces of the jonin ordered into impossible missions.

The cold efficiency in Tsunade’s voice when she assigned shinobi to danger without hesitation.

The way promotions were dangled like rewards while the losses were quietly buried and forgotten.

Kana slipped into a side street, pressing her back against the cool brick, heart pounding.

She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. She was a kunoichi of the Hidden Leaf. She had sworn an oath.

But Kabuto had shown her the rot underneath the surface. Not with rage or force — but with quiet, careful truths.

He never demanded she agree. He just… asked questions. Planted doubts. Watered them gently with every meeting.

And now they were growing wild inside her.

She thought of the way he had touched her wrist the last time they met — casual, almost comforting — as he spoke about the cost of loyalty, about those who gave everything and were still discarded when they were no longer useful.

“Is that the future you want, Kana?” he had whispered.

A chill ran down her spine.

She didn’t answer him then. She wasn’t sure she could answer now.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a squad of young genin passing by, laughing over something trivial. She watched them for a long moment, feeling strangely detached. How easy it must be, she thought, to still believe everything was simple. Good and evil. Right and wrong.

She envied them. And hated them for it.

A sharp ringing broke the spell — the summons bell from the Hokage’s tower.

Something urgent.

Kana forced herself to move, heart heavy in her chest.

As she leapt across the rooftops toward the meeting, a quiet voice whispered in her mind, one she tried to smother but couldn’t:

“Maybe he’s the only one who’s ever told you the truth.”

She jumps back on the rooftop running building to building to make it to some announcement from the Hokage.

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The Hokage’s office was filled with the quiet murmurs of Jonin and ANBU members as Tsunade stood before them, a scroll in hand. She glanced over the assembled shinobi and cleared her throat. The room fell silent immediately.

“I called this meeting because we have a serious situation on our hands,” Tsunade began, her voice carrying the weight of command.

“We’ve received reports of Kabuto’s presence near the village. He’s the same man you once knew. He’s more powerful than when we last saw him.”

She looked over at the Jonin team, her expression hardening. “Kabuto Yakushi, Orochimaru’s right-hand man.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from some of the shinobi in the room. The name was infamous.

“Orochimaru’s body is decaying. We can’t let Kabuto get his hands on whatever he’s after,” Tsuandae continued, locking eyes with the gathered shinobi.

Kana’s eyes burned with the weight of the news. Kabuto… Yakushi. The name hit her like a slap to the face, a jagged shard of truth cutting through the carefully constructed walls she had built around herself. She hadn’t been blind. Kabuto was not just a rogue shinobi, but something much darker. His allegiance to Orochimaru, the one who had destroyed so many lives, killed the Lord Third.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table, the cold wood digging into her skin as she tried to steady herself. Her chest felt hollow, as if something inside her had just cracked, and yet, the hollow ache was nothing compared to the burning sense of betrayal that had begun to coil in her gut. He lied to me. He manipulated me. He used me.

But why had she believed him? Why had she let herself get so close, despite the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something wasn’t right?

Because, she realized with a jolt, Kabuto had given her something no one else had. He had shown her the cracks in the foundation—the same ones Tsunade had just unveiled in the meeting. The same ones she had been too afraid to acknowledge until now. The village she had sworn to protect, the one she had given so much of herself to, was just as much a part of the rot.

But Kabuto… Kabuto had seen her, really seen her. He had pointed out the ugly truth without judgment. He had asked the questions that no one else dared. And now, he had revealed himself for what he truly was.

Kana closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. She had to confront him. She had to understand. If he was truly the monster Tsunade said he was, then she needed to know the depths of his lies. And maybe… maybe I’ll find the truth I’ve been looking for.

Her heart raced as she pushed her chair back and stood. The room continued to buzz with conversation, but Kana barely heard it. She had already turned on her heel, moving toward the door.

I’ll go to him. I have to. But first…

Kana’s steps faltered as she reached the doorframe when Tsuandae got finished.. She paused, her hand lingering on the handle.

What if Tsunade’s right? What if he’s really the threat they say he is? What if everything he told me was just another manipulation, a twisted game to get me to fall for him?

Her grip tightened, and she let out a long, frustrated breath. No. I can’t think like that. Not yet.

When Kana left:

Tsuandae was staring ahead, her expression unreadable.

Tsunade’s eyes narrowed, she had always trusted her instincts, and something about Kana’s behavior was troubling her now. It was almost as if Kana was holding something in. Something too much to carry. She couldn’t afford to ignore that.

Tsunade turned to the ANBU leader. “I want you to send someone to follow Kana. Watch her movements closely. We need to know if she’s been in contact with Kabuto. Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless.”

The ANBU leader nodded without question. “Understood, Hokage-sama. We’ll make sure she’s monitored closely.”

Outside:

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale light across the village as Kana moved through the quiet streets. The weight of the truth sat heavily on her chest. Kabuto. Orochimaru’s right-hand man. A traitor to the village. Yet he had never lied to her. He had made her see things differently, made her question the very foundation she had built her life on. The village had betrayed her clan. They had used her. And now, Kabuto—Kabuto—was the only one who had shown her any honesty.

Her thoughts spiraled as she walked quickly, the cold night air biting at her skin. She needed to confront him. She needed answers from him directly. But deep down, she knew she couldn’t let anyone find out. Not yet. They would never understand. Not Tsunade. Not anyone.

What would they think of her if they knew the truth?

The sound of her footsteps echoed in the empty streets as Kana made her way toward the edge of the village. She was determined, her heart racing with the desire to face Kabuto again. To hear him speak to her like he always did, so quietly, so sincerely. But the moment she stepped into the shadows, she felt it—a sharp, uncomfortable prickle on the back of her neck.

She wasn’t alone.

Kana slowed her pace, her eyes narrowing as she instinctively pressed herself into a nearby alley, her senses heightened. She had been followed.

Her fingers brushed the hilt of her kunai, but she didn’t draw it. Whoever was watching her was skilled. Too skilled. She had noticed them just a moment too late.

The faintest whisper of movement reached her ears. Then, the sound of a breath, held just behind the shadows. Kana didn’t turn, but she could feel the presence lurking just out of her line of sight.

ANBU.

Her pulse quickened. Tsunade had undoubtedly sent one of them to keep an eye on her. The thought of being monitored, of not having a single moment to herself, set her nerves on edge. But she couldn’t show fear. She couldn’t let them know that she had noticed.

Her breath evened out as she continued walking, acting as though she hadn’t sensed the presence trailing behind her. The ANBU shinobi stayed just out of her sight, hidden among the rooftops and alleyways, never approaching but always staying within her periphery. They had been watching her ever since she had learned the truth about Kabuto, ever since Tsunade had put her on edge. Kana knew she was being followed now, just as Tsunade had ordered.

What does she think I’ll do? Did she think I wouldn’t notice with my powers.

Kana felt an anger boiling under the surface. She wasn’t a child to be monitored. She didn’t need their watchful eyes, their judgment. But the more she tried to ignore the ANBU’s presence, the more its shadow seemed to loom over her every step. And yet, she couldn’t afford to turn back. She had to find Kabuto. She had to face him.

With each passing minute, Kana moved closer to the edge of the village, the darkness thickening around her as she made her way through winding streets and quiet alleys. The ANBU followed, silent as a whisper, every step calculated.

The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the village outskirts as Kana stepped carefully into the clearing. Her eyes fixed on the figure beneath the ancient tree. The glint of his glasses catch the moonlight — Kabuto.

“Kabuto,” Kana called softly, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions inside her.

Kabuto turned slowly, as if he had been expecting her all along. His lips curled into a faint smile pl. “Kana I wondered when you’d come,” he said, his voice smooth, almost too smooth.

She swallowed hard. Her fists clenched at her sides. “You knew I’d find out about everything. Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me who you really were?” Her voice was edged with hurt, though her gaze remained fixed on him. She couldn’t look away.

Kabuto’s expression remained calm, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I never lied to you.. I shared truths you were ready to hear. Revealing everything at once might have shattered the trust we built,” he replied, his voice soft but tinged with something deeper—something almost reassuring.

“I told you what you needed to know at the time. I didn’t want to risk losing the bond we built.”

Kana’s jaw tightened. She wanted to lash out, to scream, but she held herself back. “So I’ve been nothing but a pawn to you,” she spat, her voice rising with anger.

Kabuto didn’t flinch. He never did. His calm demeanor only made her more furious. “A pawn? No, I offered you a perspective- a glimpse into the truth Kana. Your’ve always had the strength to see beyond illusions.”

Kana’s breath hitched at his words. She knew there was truth to them. The village had used her. They had used her clan, manipulated her from the moment she could walk. But… Kabuto was a traitor. He was a part of that world too.

“Don’t you dare twist this. You manipulated me,” she snarled, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. “Don’t you dare try to justify this. You’ve deceived me.”

Kabuto tilted his head, his expression unchanged. “The village molded you into a tool. I merely held up a mirror.” He took a step closer, his presence soothing yet unsettling. “You can’t change the truth, Kana. Not anymore.”

“You’re no better than Orochimaru!”” she shot back, her voice rising again, this time louder.

Kabuto remained silent, his eyes never leaving hers. His gaze was calculating, patient—he was letting her speak, letting her vent, knowing that this outburst was inevitable.

“You’re angry, Kana,” he said softly, his voice almost sympathetic. “But I’m still here. I’m the one who’s been honest with you, even when it wasn’t easy.”

Kana’s breath was shallow. Her hands were shaking. She wanted to scream at him, to make him see how much he had hurt her. But he had never raised his voice. Never faltered. And that calm, unshakable nature of his… it was starting to unnerve her. How was he so calm? She wanted to rip it away, make him feel something, anything.

The ANBU shinobi had been watching them for a while now. She could feel the weight of their gaze. Their presence wasn’t as subtle as they thought. They had to be waiting for her to make a mistake, to slip up so they could report back to Tsunade.

Kana took a deep breath, her thoughts racing. This has to work. I can’t let them see what I’m really thinking.

“I don’t care about your truth, Kabuto,” she said, her voice lowering to a cold, seething whisper. “I don’t care about your manipulation. You’ve been feeding me lies, and I’m done. Do you hear me? I’m done.”

As she spoke, she shot a quick, sideways glance at the shadows where she knew the ANBU were hiding.

Her voice cracked with false anger as she yelled, “You’re nothing but a traitor! A snake! You’re just like Orochimaru!”

Kana took a sharp breath, forcing her voice to shake with rage. “I hate you! I hate you for everything you’ve done to me!” She clenched her fists, her voice rising as she aimed it directly at Kabuto. “I trusted you, and you betrayed me!”

Kabuto’s voice soften,s to a whisper, “Is that what you truly believe, or what you want them to hear?”

The ANBU shinobi’s presence shifted slightly. There was a subtle shift in their stance as they prepared to report back. They couldn’t have missed this outburst. They couldn’t have ignored the anger in Kana’s voice.

She waited for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Kabuto didn’t move. He simply watched her, studying her every action. But she didn’t care about him anymore. Not in this moment. The ANBU would hear her loud and clear.

Kana turned away, her steps quick and purposeful as she began walking back toward the village, her posture rigid. “Stay away from me, Kabuto. I won’t be your puppet.”

But just before she disappeared into the darkness, she glanced back over her shoulder and whispered, so only Kabuto could hear, “They’re watching. This isn’t over”

Kabuto didn’t respond. Instead he smiled faintly, “It never is.”

He watched her retreat into the night, his calculating gaze never wavering. He had played his part. The wheels were already turning in his mind, analyzing the situation, knowing that Kana’s outburst had only been for show.

As Kana disappeared into the distance, the ANBU shinobi watching from the shadows made their move, their mission clear: report back to Tsunade.

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Kana’s footsteps pounded against the cobblestone streets as she rushed back toward the Hokage’s office. The adrenaline coursing through her veins made her heart race, but she kept her breathing steady, controlled. She had done it. She had played her part perfectly. Kabuto had remained calm, as always—too calm—but she had done what she needed to do. She had let her anger flare, her voice crack with false emotion. She had yelled at him, told him everything Tsunade and the village wanted to hear.

I hate you. I’m done with you. You’re just like Orochimaru.

Her words echoed in her mind as she sprinted through the night, her thoughts focused solely on the task at hand. The ANBU shinobi had to believe it. They had to think that she was still loyal to the village, still angry at Kabuto for his betrayal. She had to sell the lie completely.

As Kana reached the Hokage’s office, she burst through the door, her eyes wide, chest heaving as if she had been running for miles. Tsunade was sitting at her desk, flipping through a stack of papers. Her eyes lifted when Kana entered, her expression cool, but her gaze narrowed as she took in the young kunoichi’s disheveled appearance.

“Kana?” Tsunade asked, her tone sharp. “What’s happened?”

Kana didn’t waste any time. She slammed her hands onto the desk, leaning over slightly as if to catch her breath. “I saw him. I saw Kabuto,” she panted, her voice strained, as though she were barely holding herself together. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed from the run, and she made sure to let the anger and fear bleed into her voice.

“I confronted him. He’s right outside the village. He… he didn’t even try to deny it. He’s working with Orochimaru. I yelled at him, Tsunade. I told him everything. I told him I would never side with him, that he’s a traitor, and he just… he just stood there, mocking me!” She clenched her fists, forcing herself to look furious, to match the lie she was telling. “I was so mad, I… I didn’t know what to do! But I came here immediately! He has to be stopped. He’s dangerous.”

Tsunade watched her intently, not saying a word, only listening. There was something in Kana’s voice—something almost too convincing. It made Tsunade pause, but she couldn’t place it. Kana was shaking, her emotions raw, but it was the kind of anger Tsunade had expected to see from someone who had just been betrayed. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest.

“Are you sure?” Tsunade asked. “Are you absolutely certain that it was him? It wasn’t a mistake?”

Kana hesitated for a fraction of a second, making sure to mask the doubt in her own voice. She took a deep breath and forced herself to nod. “I’m sure, Tsunade. I heard his voice. I saw his face. It was him.”

Tsunade seemed to study her for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Kana could feel the weight of her gaze, the Hokage’s sharp intuition pricking at the lie she had just spun. But Tsunade didn’t push any further. She must have seen the panic in Kana’s eyes, the genuine confusion, and let it go for now.

“Alright,” Tsunade finally said, her voice steady. “We’ll send a team to investigate. It’s good that you came straight here. We’ll make sure Kabuto doesn’t get close to the village again.”

Kana nodded quickly, her heart pounding in her chest, but she maintained her composure. “Please, Tsunade, you have to stop him. He’s dangerous, and he’s been using me. He’s been lying to all of us.”

Tsunade stood up, walking over to Kana. She placed a firm hand on Kana’s shoulder, her expression softening for just a moment. “You did the right thing, Kana. Don’t worry. We’ll deal with this.”

Kana nodded again, swallowing the lump in her throat. The rush of the lie was beginning to settle, but she knew that this was far from over. The ANBU shinobi that had followed her would report back, but it didn’t matter. They had seen what they needed to see—Kana was still loyal. She had been angry. She had confronted Kabuto. She had yelled. She had acted like the betrayed shinobi Tsunade had wanted her to be.

Let them think that’s the truth. Let them believe I’m still one of them.

But even as the words left her mouth, the weight of her secret pressed down harder on her chest. Kabuto hadn’t been fooled. He had seen through her act, and she knew it. But that didn’t matter right now. She was still alive. She still had time.

Tsunade’s next words snapped Kana out of her thoughts. “Kana, I want you to stay here tonight. We’ll plan a response in the morning. I’m sending a team to track Kabuto down, and I want you to help us when the time comes. We can’t let him escape.”

Kana nodded obediently, masking the turmoil inside her. “Of course, Tsunade. I’ll help in any way I can.”

Tsunade gave her a reassuring smile, then turned to the window, looking out over the village. “Get some rest. We’ll need you sharp tomorrow.”

Kana’s legs felt like lead as she slowly made her way to the door, her mind still racing. She couldn’t let herself relax. Not now. Not yet.

She stepped out of the Hokage’s office, the weight of the lie hanging over her like a cloud. The ANBU shinobi who had been watching her—the ones who had followed her every move—were still out there, their report already on its way to Tsunade’s desk.

But there was no turning back now. The game had begun.

And she had just made her move.

[otakubimbo]

The Rabbit & The Wolf Chp 1.

Kakashi x F! Reader

This is why you should never sleep with you friends. Unless?

Ch2

Sticky Note: This is an oncoming series, Kakashi is the original love of my life so I hope you like it!

Master List

18+MDNI

The wolf and the rabbit on another mission together. You and Kakashi did missions together frequently because you both were the best Anbus the Leaf had, except today you were off your game. To say you were distracted would be an understatement, luckily this was an easy mission. Go in, steal some shit, get out. Unfortunately, all you could think about was your sisters upcoming wedding to the worst most disgusting man you have ever had the displeasure to meet in your whole life.

It was nightfall, you and Kakashi were trying to be stealth while sneaking into a building to steal some scrolls from the Hidden Village of the Mist. You were moving on autopilot that you didn’t even realize that he had stopped walking, which made you almost run into the back of him.

He glared back at you, “Pay attention” he hissed and you just rolled your eyes under your mask. “If this is about your sisters wedding, you can focus on that AFTER we complete the mission.” He knew you too well, he was one of your few close friends for a reason. You had been complaining about your sisters wedding since the day she got engaged. The calm cool exterior you usually put on always came down when it came to your sister or anyone you loved for that matter. She was all you had and she was about to marry a dumbass. You always put on your best face when he was around but you hated him.

“Just say you’ll come with me then, I can’t do that shit by myself. Just thinking about it makes me angry.” You whisper as he gives you directions to sneak into the place. You went through the window and waited for him to follow behind you.

“Fuck, fine” he exhaled, extremely annoyed with you. You smile triumphantly under your mask and now you can focus on the task at hand. Almost every man in your age group, and some women, were trying to be your plus one to your sisters wedding. Safe to say, you were extremely uninterested, especially because you didn’t want to go your damn self. At least if your best friend came with you, you can talk shit about the whole thing. You have a certain stoic appearance you have to keep up and that would definitely come down if you had a real date.

You efficiently got the scrolls you needed and y’all got out and headed back home. Another successful mission as always. Once back the Hokage took your report and relieved you both. You immediately went home afterwards, needing to have a long soak before having to deal with your sister and this wedding nonsense. You and your sister were complete opposites. She was the most bubbly and sweet person that anyone could meet, the definition of a girlie girl. While you on the other hand, you were serious and some may say a little mean but it was part of your charm, at least that’s what your sister says. This is another reason why you hated this whole wedding situation more than anything, on top of having to dress up for it, she was marrying that man. Your sweet older sister was marrying a man that had the personality of wet garbage. But for whatever reason, she loved him and you would support her behind that. As your bath runs, you start to detangle your hair. Having your hair texture was really inconvenient to your line of work. No matter what style you put it in, unless protective, it always ended up tangled you didn’t understand how. You knew your sister wanted you in braids so you were gonna start the process early before you’re dragged along behind her for the next two days. You spend the night getting all your stuff together and relaxing, it was gonna be a long two days.

WEDDING DAY

You were exhausted, but the smile on your sisters face is the only thing keeping you going, along with the half bottle of sake you’ve already had. There was no way you were getting through this sober. Aki, your sister, had you running around the last two days getting primped and finalizing wedding shit. Right now, you were having the last touches of getting ready, your braids were pulled into a bun and flowers were being placed around it. They were yellow, complimenting your brown skin and yellow kimono perfectly. You looked stunning Aki kept saying as if today wasn’t HER day. She, of course, looked beautiful and radiant, it almost brought tears to your eyes but you dare not mess up the makeup you just got done.

“Kakashi is going to be keeping you in check right?” Aki laughs looking at herself in the mirror. You sigh heavily at this and take another shot of sake.

“Yes ma’am, and I’ll be on my best behavior for you. But also if you just want to cancel everything and dump him that’s completely fine.” You state, trying to be nonchalant but hopeful nonetheless. She laughs and hits your arm.

“I love him.”

“I know.”

You were about to try one last time to suggest she not go through with this when a knock came at the door. This must be a sign that she must get married to this horrible man. After a heavy sigh, you tell them to come in. It was Kakashi. He came in and looked wide-eye(hehe) at you. He of course looked handsome, he always did, still with the mask and headband covering his eye.

“I clean up nice , yeah?” You give a little twirl and almost stumble. Maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much without eating anything. He huffs and shakes his head.

“She’s been drinking.” Aki laughs, as cheerful as ever. You smile and take another shot.

“Just a little, here take one with me” You hand him a glass and pour one for each of you. “ The bride to be wants to stay as coherent as possible apparently.” You both clink cups and somehow he drinks without having his face be show even though you both have seen his face before. After the shot, you put your cup down and grab your sister by the hand.

“I love you Aki and want nothing more than your happiness.” This statement almost brought tears to her eyes, you weren’t known for showing such genuine emotions.

“I love you too Y/N. And I’m so happy, especially with having you here with me.” She smiles brightly and you give her hand a squeeze. You leave to go take your seats.

Kakashi raises a brow at you, “You good?” He asks as you seemingly exhale for the first time.

“Yeah, she’s happy. So, I’m happy.” You say reluctantly. He slips you a flask and you give him a slight smile as you take another sip, he does the same and puts it away.

The wedding was beautiful, the dumb ass did cry when he saw your sister which you guessed was a good thing. That’s what people say at least. She radiated nothing but joy and love as she read her vows to him. Now that the ceremony was over, it was time to party. You finally got a little something to eat and were less drunk than you would have been but still very drunk. The bad influence that you were, you kept feeding Kakashi drinks also so the both of y’all were pretty drunk by the end of the night. As the night turns to end, Kakashi starts walking you home. More like y’all were stumbling to your house. You groan as you try to get the key out to get into your house.

“She looked so pretty and he just looked so, bleh” You say annoyed finally putting the key into the door. You hiccup as you basically fall into the house.

“You look gorgeous though” Kakashi says leaning on your door frame. This caused you to spin on your heels.

“I told you I clean up nicely!” You yell, laughing at the way it looks like he would just sink into the frame. He comes in behind you closing the door as you finally take your braids out of that headache inducing bun. The flowers fall around you as the braids sweep your back.

“You should probably stay, your drunk” you laugh as Kakashi is still standing by the door just looking at you, you raise a brow “What?”

He just stumbles to sit on your couch, taking his mask and headband off. You follow suit, and lay down putting your head in his lap. His lap was so warm and comfortable. You look up at him drunkingly.

“Hymn, maybe you are a little handsome like all the girls say.” You reach up to touch his face and he looks confused at you.

“A little?!” He frowns as you giggle tracing your fingers over his jaw.

“Yes, a little. Or maybe I just can’t see” You grab his face with both of your hands and pull it down to yours for a better view. That may have been a mistake because now it feels like you can’t breath with how close he is. This is not how it should be going. You two are very much just friends, childhood friends at that and you don’t like being just a cliché but you still can’t breathe and you’re looking directly into his eyes as if for the first time.

“Y/N” He breathes and you just blink up at him. You could easily blame this on the alcohol, you were both very drunk and usually not this close when drunk. After what seemed like hours going by of just looking at each other, you’re the first one to cave. You kiss him. It seems to have shocked the both of you, but once he registers what’s happening he kisses you back. His lips were so soft and needy. You pull yourself up to sit in his lap , the kisses were getting more aggressive by the second, hungry. He gripped your hips as you started to grind into him, your tongues exploring each others mouths. You let out a small moan as he bits down on your lower lip. He gripped you even harder and that feeling went straight to your core. You feel the wetness between your legs start to escape your panties and you could feel his hardness grown under you. Your head is spinning as he trails kisses to your neck. The way he was sucking on your neck you may just cum right then.

“Kakashi” You moan as he bites down on your neck. His hands found their way under your kimono and he was palming your ass.

“I want you so fucking bad” he growls into your ear, biting and sucking it.

“Then take me”

That’s al he needed to hear as he lifts you up and takes you to your room. The look in his eyes as he looked down on you, turned you into a puddle. He looked at you like you were prey, like you were really the rabbit and he was the wolf. He slides on top of you, connecting with your lips yet again. His hands all over your body trying to get you out of your kimono. Once it was off, you felt a little shy under his gaze and he turns your face to look at him.

“Beautiful” is all that he says before he is on you again, making his way down to your breasts. He takes one in his hand and the other in his mouth. He kneads your breast as he bites down on your other nipple. You gasp from the pain and pleasure arching your back and throwing your hips into him. He captures your mouth again and slides his unoccupied hand down to your folds. A hiss escapes his mouth as he touches you.

“You’re already so damn wet for me, huh?” He ask against your lips, sticking a calloused finger inside of you. “And so damn tight” he says as your walls try to suck in his finger, he shoves another one in and you gasp. It had been awhile since your last time, you had been so busy with missions and the wedding business you hadn’t even gotten yourself off. You moan his name as his thumb circles around your clit while the fingers inside you tell you to come here.

“Cum on my fingers before I take you with my mouth” He says against your neck, which instantly made your cum. He laughs as he removes his fingers and shoves them into your mouth. You lick them clean while staring him in the eye.

“I didn’t think you would be such a good girl.” He cooed watching you taste yourself. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and makes his way down to your folds. “ I knew it would be perfect,” he praises before dragging his tongue through you. “And fuck you taste so damn good” another praise.

As skilled as he was with his hands, he was even more skilled with his mouth. The way his tongue circled and flicked your clit it overstimulated you. Your hands went immediately to his hair and you tried to fuck his face. He shook his head and held you down. He was going to savor every single moment he had tasting you and it was driving you crazy.

���Be a good girl so I can make you cum again.” He lets go of your hands as you ball your fits. Sticking his fingers back inside you, he prioritizes his mouth on your clit, sucking it like it was you were a milkshake and it was the straw. With his fingers pumping you and what his mouth was doing, you didn’t know how much longer you would last. You made the fatal mistake of looking down at him, the look of him ravashing you made you cum so easily, not only did you cum, you squirted on his face. He pulled back wiping his face and you were embarrassed and gasping for air. The arrogant smile on his face made you even more embarrassed as he kneeled over you. You didn’t even know you could do that.

“You liked that didn’t you,” the cocky smirk still plastered on his face. He had his cock in his hand, and that shit was huge. The biggest you’ve ever seen. “Now it’s time to return the favor, pretty girl”

You didn’t know how you were going to take it but you were going to find a way. With your mouth open and your tongue out he puts his cock into your mouth. He didn’t take it easy on you either with his size, he shoved the whole thing in gagging you. But the way he just pleased you, you knew you had to give it back. You started moving your head as you hollowed your cheeks to take him. He slumps over to grab the headboard.

“Fuck, you’re too good at this” Kakashi breaths out trying to hold himself up, you’re bobbing your head so quickly his balls are smacking the under your chin. You swirl your tongue around his tip and he groans. You could barely breathe but who needed breathe when the noises he was making could easily make you cum again.

“You’re so pretty sucking my cock” His hands went into your hair holding you still while he starts fucking your face. You did your best to accommodate his aggressive pace, tears were coming to your eyes from how hard he was plowing into your face. The moans escaping his mouth made it worth it and it was turning you on even more knowing the pleasure you were giving him. With a few more thrusts you can feel his seed shoot down your throat.

“Swallow”

And you do, like the good girl that you are still with his cock in your mouth which you give one last suck. You move to sit up but he pushes you back down.

“I’m not done” He says backing off the bed and pulling you to the edge. His hand goes to your throat as he positions himself at your entrance. He enters you with a his, you were so wet and so tight you didn’t think he could fit. He presses harder into your neck as you try to move back.

“You can take it.”

You don’t think so but you just nob as he pulls back out and then slams right into you. You gasp and grip the sheets, his dick immediately found your gspot. Your scream of pleasure was all he needed before he started pumping into you relentlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, wanting to feel all of him. He came down to your ear moaning your praises, how good you felt, how pretty you looked, how well you were taking him. His other hand not occupied by your throat went to circle your clit. It was all too much and you didn’t know if the room was spinning because you were drunk or because of the pleasure. All you knew was that you were about to cum.

“Ka-Kakashi, I’m gonna ——“ You could barely get the words out and you were getting so close.

“Cum for me, pretty girl”

And with that you did, hard. Your walls tightened around his shaft and he soon came right after you . He didn’t even have time to pullout. A later problem. You were spent, the last thing you remember his him pulling you both into the bed and putting his arms around you.

It felt like morning came sooner than it should have. Your head was pounding and your body sore. Your best friend did just fuck the shit out of you last night and now he was gone. You woke up to an empty bed. That was fine? That’s what you were going to tell yourself. People fuck their friends all the time. Yeah? Yeah. You did need to talk to him because he did kind of cum in you last night and then ditch before you woke up. Kind of rude. With your hangover in tow, you went all over the village looking for him. You checked his place, wasn’t there. You checked Gai’s place, wasn’t there. You even went as far as asking the Hokage if he had sent him on a mission, which he didn’t. He was obviously avoiding you and that fucking hurt. You just had the best sex of your life with your best friend and now he was avoiding you like it was a mistake. At the time, you didn’t think it was a mistake but now, you didn’t know. You just wished you could at least talk to him.

A few weeks pass and still no word from him. He was definitely avoiding you and you just couldn’t take that. So you did the only thing you knew how and threw yourself into your work. You convinced the Hokage to put you on solo espionage missions. These missions were long and tiring, you didn’t have many rest breaks in between and you didn’t want them. Two years end up passing in a blink of an eye. You’ve barely been back in the village for more than a day or two in that time. You hadn’t even really seen your sister, you did miss her.

Entering the Hokage office after finishing your last assignment and he makes you take a seat after giving your report.

“Yes sir” you state taking your seat and your mask off.

“I won’t be assigning you on a new mission just set.” He sets his papers down and locks his fingers. He has a strained expression on his face. “You should go be with your sister.”

Your heart drops, you had been so in your own space that you didn’t even possibly know what was going on with your sister. Everything in your body wants to leave right then.

“Go” He says simply and you bolt from the room.

As you turn the corner right out of his office, you smack right into someone pushing them out of your way about to yell sorry when their hand grabs your wrist.

 

[procrastinating-story-writer]

Welcome to the multiverse of chaos that is my blog.

Crossovers are going to be a common thing here but mostly between the MCU and Transformers fandoms.

On that note, I write stories mainly for Marvel, Twilight, Transformers, The Sonic Fandom, Naruto, Bleach, That time I got reincarnated as a Slime and Inuyasha.

Stories will either be X reader or with a few of my OCs.

I also (try) to draw from time to time.

Posts will not be consistent, due to health, schedule and ADHD.

This pin will act as my Masterlist to keep things organized.

Story Summary: Loki is sent back to Midgard (Earth) as punishment by Odin to atone for his sins. The Trickster God isn't the only one unhappy about the arrangements with the exception of Thor. Despite the reluctance, he learns that loneliness can only get you so far and forms an unexpected bond with one of the Tower's residences.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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X Reader stories: Platonic, romantic, angst, and the list goes on. Reader will be written GN mostly.

Gaara

Naruto

Kakashi

Shikamaru

Itachi

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Y’all I need help finding this kakashi x reader story!!

So basically they are on a mission with a team. I think henna and Yamato in it. Anyway they are saving women from a trafficker and the reader suggested that she go In herself under cover and kakashi got all mad and said no they’ll find another way. They go to an onsen and he sneaks into the woman side and Yamato catches them. So somthing along those lines.

If y’all find it lmk bc I been searching dayssss🙃

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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

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:

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Hiii do you write kakashi smut czI I have a req I have an idea .. I'll dm you

sure, i saw your request before, hope this is good! ( sorry if its too long)

marked by fate

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader Anime: Naruto Synopsis: "His clan’s mark burns on my skin, a secret even he doesn’t know."

Warnings: light teasing, fluff, fingering, rough/light sex

The flames consumed everything. Shadows danced across the walls of your crumbling village as screams cut through the night. You’d fought, you’d run, but there was no outrunning chaos. Your back hit the corner of a smoldering hut, your legs shaking as a rogue shinobi closed in.

You thought this was it. The end. But salvation came like a lightning strike. A kunai sliced through the air, and your would-be killer hit the ground

“You okay?” a boy’s voice asked, loud and bright like it wasn’t coming from a battlefield.

You stared up at him—wild blonde hair, a foxlike grin—and nodded numbly.

“Get her out of here,” Sasuke ordered, his voice calm and sharp. Sakura was already at your side, her hands glowing with chakra as she hauled you to your feet. “You’re safe now,” she said, and her words felt like a promise as your vision blurred and the world went black.

You woke up to unfamiliar walls and the quiet hum of life outside. Konoha.Your body ached, but you were alive. Sakura hovered over you, focused, her chakra seeping into your wounds. You muttered a quiet thank you, but she barely seemed to hear it.

Her hands froze mid-motion as her gaze fell to your shoulder blade.

“What is that?” she murmured, tracing a faint, intricate mark etched into your skin.

Tsunade appeared in the doorway, her presence commanding even in silence. She leaned closer, her brow furrowing as her fingers brushed over the mark.

“Impossible,” she said softly. “What?” you asked, sitting up, dread twisting in your chest.

Tsunade didn’t look at you when she spoke. “That’s a soulmate mark.”

“A… what?”

Sakura’s face was pale. “It’s Kakashi-sensei’s mark.”

The name hit you like a weight. You’d heard the stories—the cold, brilliant shinobi who lived half in shadow. A man who, by all accounts, didn’t believe in soulmates. And now… now you were tied to him by some weird twist of fate.

Naruto found out, of course, and his reaction was loud enough to shake the hospital walls. “You’re Kakashi-sensei’s soulmate?! He’s gonna lose it!”

“I’m not telling him,” you said quickly.

“Why not?” Sakura asked, trying to be gentle, though you could feel her curiosity bleeding through.

You shook your head, the weight of it all too much.

The kids didn’t listen.

They schemed, planned, and eventually set up a casual “coincidence.” A bar. Kakashi would show up, you’d just happento be there, and they’d introduce you.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this.

The moment you stepped inside, you saw him. Silver hair, relaxed posture, mask tugged slightly down as he leaned in toward a woman at the bar. She was laughing, her hand brushing his arm, and he didn’t move away.

Your stomach twisted, you d come here hoping—foolishly—that maybe, maybe, this would make sense. That you’d meet him, and it would feel like fate instead of a curse.Instead, you were watching the man fate had tied you to flirt with someone else, his smirk lazy, his body language too easy.

Sakura caught your arm before you bolted. “Wait—”

“No,” you said, voice trembling. “This was a mistake.”

You left before anyone else could stop you, but the crack in your chest stayed.

You buried yourself in Konoha life.

The Hokage gave you refuge, a place to live, a job at a small café. You found a rhythm, a way to quiet the ache that wouldn’t leave.

Naruto and Sakura visited often, always hovering like guilty little conspirators. They wanted to tell him, you could feel it in the way they watched you. But they didn’t.

You were grateful for that. And yet, every time Kakashi’s name came up—his voice, his quirks, the way they talked about him like he was more than just a legend—you felt that ache again.

Months later, fate struck again.

The bell over the café door chimed. You glanced up out of habit, your greeting catching in your throat as Team 7 walked in, Kakashi trailing behind them.

Time slowed. His presence filled the room without effort—silver hair, lazy posture, his eye scanning the café like he wasn’t paying attention. But then his gaze landed on you and he made a curious look. Your breath caught.

“Have we met?” he asked, voice smooth, curious. You shook your head, managing a tight smile. “No.

He watched you for a moment too long, his sharp eye narrowing slightly like he didn’t believe you. But then Naruto dragged him to their table, and the moment passed. It didn’t take him long to notice something was off.

Kakashi was sharp, and Team 7 was terrible at hiding anything. He caught their sideways glances, the tension in the air whenever you walked by. Naruto couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it, and Sakura wasn’t much better when she started side-eying him during missions. Even Sasuke had been unusually quiet, which was more alarming than the loudest confession. It wasn’t just them, either—Tsunade’s cryptic looks, the way his students avoided certain topics, the odd tension that lingered in the air whenever you were around.

You.

There was something familiar about you, something he couldn’t place but couldn’t shake.

And Kakashi wasn’t one to ignore his gut. It came to a head late one night. He caught Sakura and Naruto whispering in a hallway outside the Hokage’s office, their voices dropping the moment they noticed him. Naruto froze, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Sakura groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, like she knew what was coming.

“Care to share?” Kakashi asked, his voice deceptively casual.

“N-Nothing, sensei!” Naruto stammered, backing up a step.

“...Right.” Kakashi didn’t buy it for a second. “Sakura?”

Her shoulders slumped. “It’s not my place to say,” she mumbled, refusing to meet his eye.

Kakashi’s patience was thin, but it wasn’t until he went straight to Tsunade—knowing she wouldn’t bother with games—that he finally got his answer.

He wasn’t ready for it.

“She’s your soulmate,” Tsunade said bluntly, leaning back in her chair, her eyes steady on his.

Kakashi blinked once. Twice. It felt like the words hadn’t landed, like they’d slid past him into someone else’s world. “What?”

Tsunade sighed, like she was tired of explaining herself. “The mark on her back. It’s the Hatake soulmate seal. You’d know this if you’d bothered to read the records your father left behind.”

Kakashi stiffened at the mention of his father, but his mind was still spinning. Soulmate? Him? He almost laughed, the idea so ridiculous he couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“You’re joking,” he said finally, voice flat.

Tsunade’s gaze hardened. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

The weight of it sank in slowly, pressing against his chest. Soulmates weren’t supposed to exist. Or at least, not for him. That was for other people, for brighter lives. Not for someone who had lost too many people to ever believe fate could be kind.

But then he thought of you—of the way you avoided him, the way you flinched when his students talked too loudly about you. The way you wouldn’t look him in the eye, even though his presence seemed to pull something fragile from you.

“She didn’t tell me,” he murmured, more to himself than Tsunade.

“She didn’t want you to know,” Tsunade said, her tone sharp, cutting. “Can you blame her? She’s seen what you do when you think no one’s watching.”

The image hit him like a punch to the gut—his flirtations at the bar, his careless attempts to fill the hollow spaces of his life with fleeting touches and empty nights. You’d seen that. You’d seen him. And you hadn’t said a word.

He left without another question, his mind spinning. It wasn’t hard to find you. You were at the café, wiping down tables, your back to him as you hummed softly to yourself. He lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching, trying to process the weight of everything.

You noticed him eventually, stiffening when you turned and saw him. “Kakashi,” you said, voice quiet but steady.

He stepped closer, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his posture lazy but his gaze sharp. “You knew.” It wasn’t a question.

You froze, your knuckles tightening around the rag in your hand. “Who told you?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, “Why didn’t you?” There was no anger in his voice—just a quiet curiosity, edged with something you couldn’t quite place.

You dropped the rag and sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Because it doesn’t matter.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t it?”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, and he felt like you were stripping him bare. “I saw you. At the bar. With her.” Your voice didn’t waver, but there was something raw in it that cut straight through him. “What was I supposed to do? Walk up to you and say, ‘Hi, I’m your soulmate,’ while you were busy trying to take someone else home?”

The words hit their mark. He didn’t flinch, but his jaw tightened, “I didn’t know,” he said softly, his voice low and rough.

“And now you do,” you shot back, your eyes burning. “But it doesn’t change anything.”

He stepped closer, his presence filling the small space between you, and you felt your resolve falter. “It changes everything,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower, more insistent. “You’re not just anyone.”

You shook your head, backing up, but he didn’t let you retreat. “You don’t have to want this,” he said, his tone gentler now, almost pleading. “But I do“

Your breath caught, his words settling over you like a fragile thread.

“Don’t walk away,” he whispered. “Not yet.” And against every instinct you had, you stayed.

You shook your head, stepping back. “You don’t even know me,” you said, voice sharp, trying to steady the way your heart raced.

Kakashi leaned casually against the doorframe, but his gaze pinned you in place, sharper than you wanted to admit. “You’re right,” he said, voice calm, almost lazy. “I don’t. But I’d like to.”

You let out a bitter laugh, folding your arms. “Why? You’ve lived this long without me. What difference does it make now?”

He tilted his head, like he was genuinely considering the question. “Because now I know you exist.”

The words hit harder than you wanted them to. You opened your mouth to push him away again, but he stepped closer, not touching you, not crowding, but enough that you felt his presence like a weight.

“I’m not asking for everything,” he said, voice softer now, the edge gone. “I’m just asking for a chance.”

You swallowed, your walls cracking against his quiet persistence. “And if I say no?”

His eye softened, and for the first time, you saw something raw beneath the mask. “Then I’ll respect it,” he said simply. “But I don’t think I’d stop hoping you’d change your mind.”

Your chest tightened, a lump forming in your throat. You barely knew him. This wasn’t how things were supposed to happen. And yet, the way he was looking at you—steady, unflinching—made it impossible to walk away.

“One chance,” you whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.

The corner of his mouth twitched in what might’ve been a smile. “That’s all I need.”

And somehow, you believed him.

Kakashi wasn’t the type to beg. He wasn’t the type to chase, either. But with you, it wasn’t about pride or ego. It was about something he couldn’t quite name, something that wouldn’t let him walk away, no matter how often you pushed him back.

At first, he kept his distance, unsure how to approach. He wasn’t a man of grand gestures, and he didn’t see himself as someone who could offer you what you deserved. But he couldn’t ignore the weight of knowing you existed. He couldn’t ignore you.

So, he tried in his own way. Small things. A quiet “Good morning” when he passed you in the street. An extra cup of coffee dropped off at your workplace, with no explanation. A subtle nod of approval when you’d mutter a sarcastic jab at Naruto’s antics during team dinners

When he asked you to dinner the first time, you said no. Flatly. No hesitation. He’d only nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets, murmuring, “I understand,” and walked off.

But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t push, didn’t pry. He just... lingered. Always nearby, always watching—not in an overbearing way, but enough that you started to notice. Enough that when you caught him helping an elderly woman with her groceries or quietly fixing the fence around the local park, you found yourself lingering, too.

The second time he asked, it was quieter. No grand invitation, no fanfare. Just a casual, “I’ll be at the ramen stand around eight. If you feel like joining.”

And somehow, against your better judgment, you showed up.

The café was quiet, warm light flickering against the wooden beams above. Kakashi sat in the corner, his usual laid-back posture, but his eyes—his eyes were focused entirely on you. It wasn’t the casual glance you were used to; it was different tonight. There was a quiet intensity in the way he watched you walk toward him, the faintest trace of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place.

You hesitated just outside the table, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world slowed down. “You’re not as punctual as I imagined,” Kakashi teased, his voice smooth, the usual playful edge there, but something softer underneath it.

You arched an eyebrow, tilting your head. “Maybe I just didn’t want to seem too eager.” The words were light, but the look you gave him was anything but.

He chuckled, pushing his headband up slightly as he leaned back in his chair, looking as relaxed as ever. “You could’ve fooled me.”

The way he said it sent a wave of warmth rushing through you. There was an undeniable chemistry between you two, something that had only grown stronger with every passing day. You had tried to deny it at first—tried to keep it at arm’s length. But there was no mistaking it now. The tension, the connection, the little sparks that flew every time he glanced at you—it was all too real to ignore.

You sat down across from him, trying to keep your composure. “So, what do we do now?”

Kakashi leaned forward just slightly, the playful gleam in his eye never leaving. “I could ask you the same thing.” He paused, letting the words hang in the air before his voice softened, just a little. “I’m not great with this whole... getting to know someone thing. But with you, it doesn’t feel as... difficult.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. His honesty, raw and almost vulnerable beneath his usual teasing, caught you off guard

“You’re not the only one who feels that way,” you said, voice quieter now, eyes meeting his in a way that said more than words ever could.

The silence stretched between you two, not uncomfortable, but full of something—something you were both trying to figure out. The waiter came and went, but neither of you seemed to care. Your focus remained on each other, the distance between you shrinking with every passing second.

“So,” he said, his voice lower now, tinged with something more serious, “what’s been on your mind lately? What are you really thinking about?” He didn’t ask out of curiosity; it was more like a challenge, a dare for you to reveal whatever it was that had been building up inside.

You hesitated, his question lingering in the air between you. The way Kakashi asked wasn’t pushy—it wasn’t even entirely intentional. It was just him, quiet and steady, drawing you out without even trying. His gaze was unreadable, but there was no denying the way it made your pulse quicken.

“I’m thinking about why you’re really here,” you said finally, fingers tracing the edge of your glass.

Kakashi tilted his head, his lips curving into that faint, lazy smile that always seemed to disarm you. “Why I’m really here?” he repeated, his tone light but with a flicker of something deeper. “I’d like to think it’s obvious.”

You raised an eyebrow, the skepticism in your expression enough to earn a quiet chuckle from him. “It’s not,” you said, leaning back slightly. “You’re hard to figure out.”

He took a sip of his drink, his visible eye fixed on you, studying, softening.

“You’re not like anyone I’ve met before,” he said suddenly, his tone quieter, more thoughtful now. “And that’s... rare for me. You don’t make it easy, but I like that.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, but you weren’t about to let him see how much they affected you. “So you’re saying I’m difficult?” you quipped, lips curving into a faint smirk.

“Very,” he replied smoothly, leaning forward slightly, his voice dipping into something almost playful. “But I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t worth it.”

That hit harder than you expected, and you swallowed, glancing down at your glass to avoid his gaze. “You don’t even know me,” you murmured, but your voice lacked the conviction it once had.

“I know enough,” he countered, and the softness in his voice made your breath hitch. “I know that you’re strong. Stubborn, too. I know you’ve been through hell and back, but you haven’t let it break you. And I know that when you look at me, you’re still trying to decide if I’m worth trusting.”

You froze, his words cutting through the carefully constructed walls you’d been trying so hard to keep up. “And what if I decide you’re not?” you challenged, though the waver in your voice betrayed you.

Kakashi leaned back slightly, his smile shifting into something more sincere, almost wistful. “Then I’ll have to keep proving that I am.”

The simplicity of his answer—how calm and certain he sounded—made something inside you crack. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the space between you charged with a tension that felt almost tangible.

“Kakashi…” you started, but the way he was looking at you—so steady, so unshakable—made your words falter.

“I’m not perfect,” he said softly, his tone carrying a weight that made you look at him again. “I’ve made mistakes. I’ll probably make more. But if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s this.” His voice dropped, his gaze unwavering. “You’re worth the effort.”

Your breath caught, and the resolve you’d clung to so desperately finally crumbled. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, closing the space between you.

Kakashi didn’t hesitate. His lips met yours softly at first, testing, but the warmth of his kiss quickly deepened as his hand found its way to your jaw, tilting your face gently toward him. His touch was deliberate yet careful, like he was holding something fragile.

When you finally pulled back, your forehead resting lightly against his, the air between you was heavy and electric. His thumb brushed your cheek, and the corner of his lips quirked into a smirk.

“Was that convincing enough?” he murmured, his voice laced with that familiar teasing edge, though his gaze held nothing but sincerity.

You couldn’t help but smile, your chest tight but lighter than it had felt in a long time. “Maybe,” you said softly, your voice teasing but your heart already betraying you.

Kakashi chuckled, the sound low and warm, and you realized with a jolt that, for the first time, you weren’t afraid of letting him in.

The café was quieter now, the hum of conversation from other tables fading as the night wore on. You leaned back in your chair, watching Kakashi as he lazily spun the last sip of tea in his cup. He wasn’t in a rush, not even close. In fact, it felt like he was trying to stretch time, holding onto every second of this evening.

“Do you always do that?” you asked suddenly, tilting your head at him.

“Do what?” His visible eye lifted toward you, curious.

“Act like nothing affects you. Like you’re always one step ahead.”

He smirked, leaning back in his chair and resting his elbow on the armrest. “Maybe I am one step ahead.”

You gave him a skeptical look, crossing your arms. “I don’t buy it.”

Kakashi hummed thoughtfully, his smirk softening into something almost thoughtful. “It’s not that nothing affects me. I just don’t show it unless I want to.”

There it was—that honesty he had a habit of slipping in when you least expected it. It wasn’t showy or dramatic, but it caught you off guard every time. You felt your defenses lowering without even realizing it.

“Why show it now?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“Because you don’t buy it,” he said simply, his gaze meeting yours and holding it.

It was such a Kakashi answer—straightforward, disarming, and oddly intimate. You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you picked at the edge of your napkin, trying to find your footing again.

“What about you?” he asked, breaking the silence. “What do you show people?”

You blinked at the question, startled by how direct it was. “That’s not fair,” you said, your lips curving into a faint smile despite yourself. “I’m not the one with a mask on.”

Kakashi chuckled at that, low and warm. “Touché.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table. “But the mask doesn’t hide everything, you know.”

You couldn’t tell if it was the way he said it or the way he looked at you, but something about that moment made your breath hitch. His gaze felt heavier now, less playful, like he was studying you in a way no one else ever had.

“You’re not what I expected,” you admitted softly, breaking the tension before it could overwhelm you.

“Good or bad?” he asked, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks warm. “Different.”

He smiled at that, not a smirk this time, but a real smile, subtle but there. “I’ll take that as a win.”

The night wrapped itself around the two of you as the café began to close, but neither of you seemed eager to leave. When Kakashi finally stood and gestured toward the door, you found yourself following without hesitation.

The walk home was quieter, more reflective, but that same connection lingered, hanging between you both like an unspoken agreement. It wasn’t until you reached your door that the tension came to a head, your heart pounding as Kakashi lingered just a little too close.

“You’re dangerous,” you said softly, half to yourself.

“Am I?” he asked, stopping just slightly in front of you. You turned to look at him, and for the first time all night, his expression was unreadable, his single visible eye searching yours.

“Yes,” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “You make it really hard to keep my guard up.”

Kakashi tilted his head slightly, his gaze never wavering. “Maybe that’s the point.”

Your breath hitched as the space between you suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier. He didn’t move closer, didn’t touch you, but his presence was overwhelming—calm, steady, but intoxicating all the same.

“Do you always talk like this?” you asked, trying to sound teasing, though your voice betrayed you.

“Only when it matters,” he replied softly, his tone serious enough to make your heart stutter.

For a moment, you both stood there, the world around you fading into nothing. Then, almost as if pulled by an invisible force, you took a step closer. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real bite.

Kakashi’s lips quirked into a faint smirk, and in one smooth motion, he leaned down, his hand ghosting lightly against your arm. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath warm against your skin.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Instead, you closed the space between you, your hands brushing the fabric of his shirt as you tilted your face up to meet him. His lips found yours, slow and deliberate, the kiss starting gentle but quickly unraveling into something deeper, something more consuming.

His mask had slipped somewhere in the moment, and his uncovered lips moved against yours with a hunger that sent warmth pooling through you. His hands settled at your waist, firm but not forceful, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his soft groan vibrating against your mouth. It was electrifying, intoxicating, and it left you breathless when he finally pulled back, resting his forehead lightly against yours. His breathing was uneven, and the intensity in his gaze made your knees weak.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he said softly, almost like a confession.

You smiled, your hands still resting against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Guess we’ll ruin each other then.”

His laugh was low, warm, and entirely unguarded as he pressed another kiss to your forehead, his hand lingering at the small of your back as he finally murmured. He looks down at you, his eyes searching yours in the dim light.

"I've never felt this way before,"he admits, his voice low and sincere. Kakashi takes a deep breath, he reaches out, gently tilting your chin up with his thumb, his gaze intense as he leans in closer.

Your breath catches in your throat as Kakashi's thumb tilts your chin upwards, his piercing gaze holding yours captive. You swallows, your heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come.

"Me neither." When your mouths finally touch again, you let out a soft moan, melting into the kiss. Your arms wrap around Kakashi's neck, pulling him closer.

He groans low in his throat, desire surging through him like a raging inferno. His hands roam over your curves, mapping the contours of your body as if committing every inch to memory. When you two break apart for air, Kakashi's breathing is ragged, his eyes blazing with lust. He takes your hand, leading you swiftly back to your home, urgency propelling his steps. Once inside, he pins you against the door, kissing you fiercely.

"I need you,"he growls against your lips, his voice husky with want.

His hands shake slightly as he frees your breasts from your kimono, cupping the soft mounds and thumbs brushing over your nipples. A gasp escapes you, and he captures your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing the sound.

"Please,"he breathes against your skin, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his fingers find the delicate folds between your thighs."Let me make you mine..."His movements become more urgent while your body arches involuntarily as Kakashi's skilled fingers tease your most sensitive areas, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. You whimper into his demanding kiss and your hips buck reflexively, seeking more of his touch.

"Yes... please..."you manages to gasp out, your voice thick with need.

Kakashi's other hand slips beneath your robe, finding the warm, supple skin of your thigh. He drags his palm upward, his calloused fingertips grazing the delicate inner curves as he inches closer to your aching core.

"So responsive, so perfect,"he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust and admiration. Kakashi's fingers brush against the slick folds of your pussy, gathering the evidence of your arousal before delving inside. He crooks two digits, searching for that elusive spot that will send you soaring.

"Let go for me, Y/N,"he urges, his thumb circling your clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers. You cries out, your back arching off the bed, your inner walls clenching rhythmically around nothing as your orgasm rips through you.

"Kakashi" you moan his name, as the aftershocks subside, you collapses back onto the mattress, panting heavily. You look up at Kakashi with glazed, lust-drunk eyes, a dazed smile curving your lips.Kakashi's lips move possessively over you and your body.

Breaking the kiss, Kakashi trails his lips along your jawline, nipping gently at your earlobe before whispering, "You're incredible. So beautiful, so sexy..."

His hands roam your body, mapping every curve and hollow with reverent touches. Kakashi's thumbs brush over your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks that ache for his attention. "Tell me that you want me too, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. "Let me please you..."

“I want you too, Kakashi...”you whisper and with that, Kakashi starts to undress you completly.

“Beautiful…”

You blush under his glance while he murmurs, his lips trailing up the curve of your neck to nibble at your earlobe.His hands cup and knead the supple mounds, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of your nipples through the fabric.

Kakashi straightens, his own chest heaving with desire as he steps back to admire the sight of your half-naked and wanting. A wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Let's get rid of the rest of these clothes, shall we?"

With deft fingers, Kakashi unties the sash around your waist, letting your skirt pool at your feet. His eyes roam hungrily over your body, lingering on the swell of your hips and the gentle flare of your thighs.

Without waiting for a response, Kakashi drops to his knees and pushes the flimsy fabric aside, exposing your glistening folds to his ravenous gaze.

His tongue darts out, licking a slow, deliberate path along your slick slit, he groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he delves deeper, swirling his tongue around your clit with increasing fervor.

Maintaining eye contact, Kakashi sucks gently on your nub, relishing the way she trembles and gasps above him. He slides a finger inside you, curling it to stroke that elusive spot within you that makes you moan uncontrollably.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs against you, your hips buck wildly into Kakashi's face as he devours you, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in yourcore. You throws your head back, crying out

"Oh my.... "you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer."Don't stop, please" He continues to lap at you, coaxing out every last tremor until you goes limp beneath him, panting and spent. Only then does he release you, sitting back on his heels to admire the flushed, dazed beauty before him.

"So good... "Kakashi purrs, dragging his thumb through the remnants of your arousal and bringing it to his mouth for a taste and you watch in daze, blushing so hard.Kakashi swiftly undoes his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock and yoru breath hitch in your throat. He positions himself between your thighs, rubbing the swollen head against your slick entrance.

Slowly, he sinks deeper, savoring each inch of your tight heat enveloping him. Once fully sheathed, he pauses to relish the feeling, his hips pressing firmly against you.

"Fucking perfect," Kakashi groans, beginning to thrust in a steady rhythm, you gasp sharply as Kakashi enters you, you wrap your legs around his waist to urge him deeper.Soon he sets a relentless pace, pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.

"Kakashi....fuck...Like that... "your beg breathlessly, meeting each of his thrusts with your own eager movements.

Your body tenses, coiling tighter as the pressure builds toward a shattering climax. Kakashi groans low in his throat, each word from your lips sends a jolt straight to his core, fueling his lustful desire.

"You're mine now... all mine,"Kakashi declares possessively, pounding into you with renewed vigor, his breathing ragged. He leans down to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim you as his own.

With a final, powerful thrust, Kakashi buries himself to the hilt, his member throbbing as both of you reaches your peaks.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight slipping through the cracks of the curtains. Everything was quiet now, save for the rhythmic sound of your breaths mingling in the stillness. Kakashi lay beside you, the mask and armor he carried with him every day stripped away in the intimacy of the moment.

He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. His hair was tousled, and his sharingan was covered, leaving only his dark, unreadable eye visible. But it wasn’t unreadable to you—not anymore. There was a softness there, something so raw and genuine it made your chest ache.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right to ask.

You turned to him, still catching your breath, and nodded. “Yeah. Are you?”

A faint chuckle escaped his lips, and he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Better than okay,” he murmured, his fingers lingering against your skin for a moment longer.

The silence settled again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Kakashi leaned over and grabbed the blanket from the edge of the bed, pulling it over both of you with a kind of quiet care that made your heart swell. He shifted closer, his body warm against yours, and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said softly, his hand trailing absentmindedly along your back. “I just... wanted you to know I’m here.”

It wasn’t grand or poetic, but it was Kakashi. No unnecessary promises, no overcompensating gestures—just the steady reassurance of his presence.

You tilted your head up slightly, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, with a small smile, you reached up and cupped his face, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “You don’t have to try so hard, you know.”

His eye crinkled in that familiar way, his smile lazy but tender. “I think you’re worth the effort.”

That was Kakashi—always knowing just the right thing to say, but never in a way that felt rehearsed. He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and gentle.

As you nestled closer, the weight of the world outside the room faded. For now, it was just the two of you, tangled in warmth and quiet intimacy, finding comfort in the shared vulnerability of the night and the more days that will come now that you accepted your fate.

[saskem]

FOREVER? YOU PROMISE?

ʚїɞ SUMMARY: A regular day in the life of Kakashi and reader. Perhaps this time, everything will be more certain and official?

ʚїɞ CHARACTER: Kakashi Hatake x AFAB!Reader. Roughly 4k words.

ʚїɞ CW: 18+ (Minors get out) Oral (male receiving and female receiving), switch!reader if you squint, teasing and playful reader, orgasm, protected/unprotected sex. Both Kakashi and reader are head over heels for each other.

ʚїɞ NOTES: English is not my first nor is it my second language! (I have to proofread this again). If you're here from my TikTok, no you're not lmaoo. Love you guys. (I've never done the devil's tango before so some things might not be accurate.) Valentine's Day gift for you guys. Now it's time for me to disappear for another 3 months🖤.

The hot springs nestled deep within the heart of the leaf village, hidden behind curtains of leafless trees covered in faint snow and glowing lanterns that casted a golden hue over the steaming water. The air was thick yet relaxing with a slight scent of earth and the faint sound of trickling water that soothed the quietness of the night.

Tonight, however, the ease between you felt strange—one which you deliberately established between yourselves. You sat on the other side, arms crossed, the warmth of the water doing little to soothe your irritation. Kakashi casually lounged on the other side of the hot springs, his silver hair damped and sticking on his forehead. His mask was uncharacteristically absent, revealing the sharpness of his jaw and the slight curve of his lips.

“Come closer.” He said, his voice cut through the soothing silence like a blade. It wasn’t a demand but a simple request, one that made your heart skip a beat despite how much you wanted to stay mad at him. 

You glanced at him, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns. His expression was calm with a flicker of slight amusement and guilt in his eyes. You shook your head, turning away from him. 

“No, I’m still mad at you.” 

His chuckle was faint, almost lost within the steam that arose between the two of you. “When are you not mad at me?” 

“When you do what I say,” you shoot back, your voice sharper than you intended. 

He lets out a tired sigh, leaning against the edge of the spring. “You shouldn’t be eating ice cream in the winter, you’ll catch a cold.” 

“Precisely why I’m mad at you,” you muttered, refusing to look at him.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the water rippling against the rocks as he approached you instead. You stiffened but didn’t pull away as he stopped in front of you. His face was inches from you, his breath warm against your skin. Your gaze shifted to the black mole on his chin—your favorite feature on him—it dared you to lean in and kiss, like you always did. 

“When we get home, I’ll get you ice cream,” he offered, his voice softer. 

You shook your head as you avoided his gaze. “I wanted ice cream an hour ago, I no longer want it.” 

He lets out a quiet huff, and before you could react, his arms were around your waist; pulling you against him. His hands moved in slow and soothing circles on your waist. It was gentle enough to waver your attitude toward him.

“I can make it up to you.” He murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. He pulled you closer, leaving no space between you two as your bare chests pressed against each other. 

“Pervert” you teased. “ It’s all the books you’ve been reading.”   

He smirked, his eyes lit up with mischief. “And you don’t read those same books?” 

You rolled your eyes, looking away from him, trying to suppress the light smile tugging at the corner of your lips. The tension between you melted away as it was replaced with nothing but the familiar comfort of his presence. You both stayed at the hot springs for a few more minutes with his head resting on your neck as he gently sways you to the faint sounds of music from the far away crowd. 

Later, you both showered and changed as you went back to his apartment. A pot of tea was left on the nightstand as he reads a chapter from the book you just bought. He had his own bookmark, a blue one while yours was pink—indicating where you stopped. 

“Why do we have to let the tea sit before we drink it again?” He asked, his voice casual but decorated with that familiar teasing tone as he closed the book and set it aside on his nightstand.

You rolled your eyes. “You ask the same questions every time I make us tea. Way to make a girl feel like her lover listens to her.” 

He leaned back on the headboard, his arms crossed over his chest in a mocking way. “Don’t be like that, I listen to you.” 

“Sure you do,” you replied sarcastically. “And I’m gonna be Hokage.” 

“You’re more than qualified.” He chuckled as his gaze softened when it captured your relaxed figure. 

You walk to his side of the bed to pick up the book from the nightstand. “We let the tea sit–” You began, but before you could finish,  he sat up and got a hold of you. 

“Because it allows the temperature to cool down and let the flavors develop.” He said verbatim, voice low and calm. 

You turned in his arms. “So you do listen.” You flicked his forehead with the book. He winced playfully, his right hand rubbing the spot as you slipped out of his grasp and walked over to the mirror. The chill of the room made you shiver slightly and you adjusted the fabric of your night robe. Kakashi really needs to fix that heating problem in his apartment.

“I think I should’ve brought a different night robe.” You whispered to yourself rather than to him. “ This one is too thin for this weather.” 

“You look good in it.” His reflection appeared behind you in the mirror, his eyes tracing over you with admiration and appreciation. 

You glanced at him through the mirror, your lips curving upwards. “I know but am I warm in it?”

He stepped closer, his hands resting lightly on your shoulder as he leaned down to kiss the light curve of your neck. “I can make you warm,” he whispered, his hot breath against your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Really warm.” 

His lips trailed along your nape, each kiss light and deliberate. As his fingers brushed against the neckline of your robe, tugging it down just enough to expose more of your skin. His touch was controlled and calculated as he adorned your skin with gentle kisses leaving a trail of warmth.  

“Strip for me. Please, I want to see you—all of you.” He uttered gently in your ears while his eyes remained fixated on the mirror reflecting your figure. His eyes took in every curve of your body as if it was his very first time seeing you. Fascinated by the beauty who stood in front of him, he took a deep breath. 

“I love you…” The three words left his lips with such ease and weight. Hints of vulnerability and admiration highlighted the silky monotone of his voice as he continued.  “Allow me to love you once more, for as long as life permits me.” 

You closed your eyes, leaning against his chest as his hands slid down to your waist. Pulling you closer so you can feel his hardness against your back. The thin fabric of your robe did so little to mask the heat of his body against yours. His kisses grew as inconsistent as his needs. 

“Kakashi…” You whispered gently, forgetting what you were going to say as his fingertips caressed the fabric of your robe. The chill of his fingers lingered on your skin, urging you to stay conscious in the present moment. He handled you with such care and passion. He was your source of comfort. The man you plainly trusted to always guide you safely through the darkness. And for all the years you’ve been together, you’re confident that he would never hurt you. 

And that’s why you’re allowing yourself to feel intimacy to its highest form. No shame, no judgement—just two souls that found solace in each other’s hearts. He was yours as much as you were his. He loved you just as much as you loved him and you wanted this as much as he did.

So you untied the silk robe and watched it slip off your shoulder to reveal your bare form. Despite the sudden rush of vulnerability, your eyes remained on his. It was risky, opening yourself to someone in such a manner. Doing so could allow them to know what makes you tick and how to hurt you. But that was also a double edged sword, where opening yourself like this would allow you to be loved to the highest degree. But for him, this was a risk you were willing to take—over and over again.. 

“My beautiful love.” He hummed softly as he dipped his neck further down to kiss your collarbone. “My dazzling and gentle love.” 

His touch was slow and impatient as he walked to face you while your eyes remained on the mirror. You watch him kneel in front of you as his palms caress your thighs open. His eyes searched for any doubt that you may have before he kissed your heat. 

“Do you want this?” His voice is calm yet serious. 

“Yes” You whispered and gripped his silver locks, tight enough to pull his head back. “Take me.” 

He smirked before he gently spread your folds with his fingers as his tongue lapped around your clit. So hot and steamy, he continued the strokes of his tongue until your legs weakened. Gripping his hair tighter, you arched into his tongue—the pleasure was overwhelming to stand up. So enamoured by the taste, he gently caressed your leg as he placed your left one on his shoulder. He didn’t plan on stopping, how could he when your juices spilled on his tongue like honey?  So sweet and flavorful, just for him. 

“Go on, watch yourself for me, yeah?”

Oh how much did he worship you and obeyed the sounds you made like a fool lured by sirens in the middle of the sea. You’re so pretty, not because you stood there bare for him to drown in your taste but because your very existence defined the word. To allow him to feel and see all of you without the filters you put on for others was an honor. An honor that he plans to harden in the vastness of forever, not now—but soon. 

For now, he had to take care of his love. And rightfully so, he placed your other leg on his shoulder as he balanced you with his hands on your back and molded your ass. His tongue explored every corner of your heat, moaning as he felt your body anxiously clenching. 

“Kakashi, I’m cumming.” You said breathlessly.

“Then let go for me, darling. Let me feel you come undone.” He dipped his head into your pussy again, this time he sucked and sucked while his middle finger pumped inside of you. So you did. You came hard and relaxed in its aftermath. He pulled away from your leg but only after he kissed your folds, a string of your wetness connecting with his lips. You laid in the middle of the bed staring at the man in front of you, he licked his lips in satisfaction. 

“Can I…” Your eyes met his as it lowered to examine the outline of his length through his briefs. 

“Tonight is all about you.” His hands reach to untie his night robe, revealing his bare form. You took it in as if it was your first time seeing him. His abs were defined and if you looked further down, his happy trail blended almost perfectly with his skin. You wanted him more than ever. 

“Please, I want to—I’ll be good.” You didn’t mean for the words to come out like a plea but it did. You didn’t know what had gotten into you but beyond those four walls, there were problems and worries—factors that were forgotten within the depth of your intimacy. The only rational response would be to let go and enjoy the ecstasy of your souls connecting. Your lips opened to let out a desperate plea. “I’ll be gentle.” 

With his consent, you lowered his briefs and his cock sprung out—his tip red and angry with arousal. Leaked with pre-cum, his length anxiously waited for your touch. You started slowly, with your lips wrapping around the tip of his length. His moans sparked something you didn’t know was there. Your tongue danced around his cock while your hands massaged his balls. Taking him deeper inside your mouth, he lets out a moan. 

“Please…” He grunts as his hand grips your hair. “Just like that.” He whines as your tongue lapped around his length. He removed his hand from your hair so he can run smooth circles on your cheeks—feeling the outline of your hollowed cheeks taking him in. He pulled your head away so he wouldn’t finish in your mouth. 

“I want to prolong this as much as possible.” He guided you up from your knees so he could place a deep kiss on your lips. His hands wrapped around your waist as he brought you closer. He cautiously lowered you on the bed and situated himself between your legs. His hands reached for the drawer as he pulled out a condom. He tore open the wrapper with his teeth and handed the latex to you. Confused, you stared at him.  

“Roll it on for me.” His voice was velvet and commanding, laced with that teasing edge that made your skin warm and body filled with desire. The air was thick with something unspoken and unseen that you both could feel. He got off on this, seeing you flustered and unraveling every inch of you until all he could see was the rawest version of yourself. It didn’t stop at the hot springs when he shamelessly flirted with you or when he ordered you to watch yourself in the mirror as he buried himself between your thighs.  

“Quit teasing.” You looked away, but he was faster—his fingers, calloused yet so soft, trapped your chin and forced you to meet his gaze. His hungry eyes burned into yours, drinking in every inch of you.

“I’m not teasing.” His voice was serious with a slight hint of playfulness in his tone. “Roll it on for me.”

You looked down to where his length stood hard and proud between your legs. Kakashi let out a sigh when he felt your hands wrapped around his cock and grunted at the feeling of your warm fingers rolling the latex material on him. 

“We’ve been together for years, yet you’re still so shy. I’m gonna have fun with you.” He dipped his head to kiss your neck as he lined up himself in your entrance. “Relax for me, my love.” He placed gentle kisses on your skin as he lowered himself into you. 

“That’s it, you can handle it.” Once he fully bottomed down, he gave you a moment to adjust to his length as he admired you—almost as if it was his first seeing you lying beneath him. So vulnerable with nothing to hide yourself in. Your body was completely bare for him, every curve and scar exposed. Despite that, he still loved you. 

“Faster, please. I want you to fuck me faster.” 

His thumb rubbed controlled circles on your clit, hoping to get you there—to the destination of pure bliss and relaxation. His hips continued to thrust into yours as you ground your hips to meet his, anxiously seeking that high. You felt it, that familiar sensation pulsing through your body. So you chased it as much as you could, his hot lips on your neck, tracing, and sucking kisses on your neck. Moans and kisses filled the room with loud sounds of skin against skin.

“So handsome.” You commented as you came down from the high, but you weren’t satisfied yet. You wanted more than that, more than just him taking you and making you his. 

You wanted all of him. 

All you wanted was to show him how much you admired and loved him. Kakashi said tonight was all about you but what if you wanted it to be about him as well? To show him how much you found solace in his presence. You gently push him to lay on the other side of the bed before you get on top of him. You captured his lips for a deep kiss. 

“Take off the condom, Kakashi.” You moaned in his mouth as you deepened the kiss. He took aback and pulled away to make sure you were aware of what you asked for. Doing so would probably bring to life the product of the love you both share. Something you both never sat down and talked about. 

“I really want to. But, love, we haven’t discussed—”

“Take. It. Off.” You said anxiously, a breathless sigh escaped your lips. “Please.”

And he did so in such a hurry that made you sure that he yearned for the day you’d let him do you raw without any barriers between you both. He tied a knot around the plastic before throwing it away on the bin by the door without looking. He was perfect, his skill as a ninja, and his entire existence—absolutely perfect. 

“I love you.” You kissed his neck before planting a deep kiss on his lips. “I want to take care of you for however long I can. Please, let me.” 

You held onto his shoulders for support as your hands reached to line his cock with your entrance. Your foreheads pressed against each other as beads of sweat threaten to run down your faces. You sink yourself down on his length as a satisfied gasp escapes your lips. 

“That’s it. Yeah, just like that…” He moaned in your ears as his hips thrusted upwards. “Just like that, hmmm.” His hands comfortably sat on your hips to grind them forward on his length. He wasn’t done with you yet and you knew that. “So wet around my cock.”

Your back arched at the familiar sensation threatening your body for a release. Kakashi opened his mouth to capture your nipples in his mouth as his hands continued to move your hips. The intimacy between you two was borderline filthy yet gentle. Beneath the two of you, the sheets were moist with a mixture of sweat and heat. Yet the two of you kept going at it, taking in each other’s pleasure to reach that high that you both longed for. 

“Kakashi…” Your voice so whiny and sweet broke through the sounds of moans and squeaky bed. “I’m coming.” You ride him faster, hoping to reach that blissful release again despite your weakened legs. Your walls tightened around his length to memorize the size and veins that ran along his cock. 

“Look at me…” He grunts as he himself was seeking for that release soon after yours. He wanted this and he wanted you. Your glistened skin lit up by the candle drove him crazy. His eyes examined every facial expression you made as he reached deeper inside your velvet walls. You couldn’t fulfill his request. This was too intimate and too filthy to face him. No matter how many times you two had sex, never were you able to hold eye contact during moments of passion. 

“Love, let me see you, baby.” He gently caressed his fingers on your cheeks and lifted your chin so your eyes could greet him. “So pretty…” His voice was so soothing and gentle, contrasting the lecherous air between you two.

“Kakashi, please.” You begged. “So good.”

“Hmm, you feel good?” He asked in a teasing manner while his eyes remained on yours. Still maneuvering your body on his dick, he lets out a laugh. “Then come for me, take what’s yours—I’m all yours.”

That was the only encouragement you needed to hear before you took it upon yourself to ride his length. The familiar knot coiling deep within you. It tightened and tightened until it finally snapped, leaving you empty with no thoughts and worries in your mind. Suddenly nothing mattered except the both of you, Kakashi came moments later, his own release emptying his mind. For once, there were no responsibilities and expectations trusted upon him. Your body collapsed on his, bodies pressed together as the sheets tangled between your legs. Chest rising and falling as you both caught your breath within each other’s warmth. Kakashi’s fingers gently ran along your spine before he pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“You did so well,” his voice was tender and low. He placed another kiss on your forehead, when your gaze met his, you melted. You reached for him this time, capturing his lips in a kiss—this one was gentle, absent of desperation and hunger. It was different from the lustful and feverish kisses you shared before.

“I did?” You whispered shyly.

He hummed in response, his fingers stroking your cheek with his fingers and you sighed against his touch. Slowly, he lifted you off his length, laying you against his chest before pulling the sheets over you. Your breathing followed the same rhythm as you both felt the comfort of the silence. Your eyes traced the vastness of the white ceiling, lost in thoughts until his hand rested on your stomach—grounding himself in your warmth. You smiled, lacing your fingers with his before bringing them to your lips for a soft kiss.

“I love you.” 

“Do you ever run out of ‘I love yous.’ You teased, your heartbeat slowly settling into its resting rhythm. Within the comfort of his embrace, you laid your head on his bare chest—the rhythm of his heart pumping life into your own. 

“Do you?” He asked, equally teasing. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips as you drew meaningless shapes on his skin. 

But why would you? No dictionary, no language in the world can describe what you felt. Love, infatuation, obsession, fondness, tenderness—none of them were rough to dissect and define the depth of it.

“No. If you love someone, you will never run out of love. The beauty of life and finding ‘the one’ is growing and adapting with them. Forget appearances—what about what’s in here?” Your voice softened as you pressed your head firmly against his chest, feeling his warmth. 

“Are you calling me ugly?” He let out a breathy laugh before his tone straightened, his eyes softening. “Even if I ran out of words, I would still find a way to remind you that you’re my everything.” He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead, soft and reverent, almost like a vow.

“Always a gentleman.” You smiled, your heart swelling with love and admiration. “I love you.” You reached to turn on the bedside lamp, but not before leaning in to return the kiss on his forehead. Behind you, the sound of shifting sheets filled the comfortable silence as Kakashi moved. Reaching into the drawer of his nightstand.  

“Our tea is probably ice cold by now.” You complained playfully. “It’s your fault. If you hadn’t seduced me and just let me drink the poor tea, I wouldn’t have to throw it away—” 

Your words trailed off the moment you turned to face him. 

The tiny wooden box in his hands was unmistakable, you knew what that meant. His fingers trembled slightly as he lifted the lid, revealing the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. 

It wasn’t just a ring. 

It was a statement. A promise. A symbol of forever. 

“Kakashi….” Your voice came out like a vulnerable whisper, barely audible, as if speaking too loudly would steal the moment. Words caught in your throat, tangled in the quietness of the room. 

“Looks like I’m running out of words,” he said, teasing but his eyes held everything but humor. Love. Passion. Devotion. And most of all, vulnerability. 

This moment would be carved into your memory for eternity. The future was uncertain, unpredictable—anything could happen. One day, you could wake up and decide to hate each other. The risk was undeniable. 

But with him? 

You were willing to take it. 

And Kakashi—a man who had lost everyone he had ever been close to—was asking you to walk with him into forever?

 How could you say no? 

And even as life inevitably swept you both into its destined darkness, this moment, this promise was a vow that no matter what, you both would find each other again. 

In this life. In the next. In the eternal embrace of nirvana. 

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (ft. Yamato & Kakashi Hatake)

Featuring - Yamato Tenzo & Kakashi Hatake x GN!Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - Mentions of bondage, BDSM, D/S Relationships, Edging, & Unprotected Sex

A - Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

When it comes to aftercare, both of them are nothing less than exceptional. Once your both finished, they'll waste no time running you a warm bath or bringing you a damp cloth to clean up with afterwards, along with water and anything else their precious Y/N desires. After your both finished cleaning yourselves up and changing the sheets they'll be quick to cling right back onto you, gently wrapping their arms around you and whispering endless praise while nuzzling their nose into the crook of your neck.

B - Body Part (Favorite Body Part of yours and theirs)

For Yamato, his favorite body part on himself is his hands. To him, his entire existence has been nothing but violence and bloodshed. The idea of the same hands being used to take the lives of others also being used to pleasure and amuse the one he loves and adore the most in this world is unworldly to the Shinobi. He can't help but feel an unfamiliar warmth on the inside at the sight of his hands easily outsizing yours when they envelop each other, knowing he'll always be able to find comfort in you. The man finds it impossible to favor a single part of you, especially when Yamato loves and worships your entire existence. You added a light to his life no other soul has, and to that he devotes his entire being to you. To him, you're above anything and everything in this corrupted world, and he'll have no issue putting you above any of his duties or commands when the time comes.

But for Kakashi, his favorite part of himself is his abs. He knows how weak you become at the mere sight of them, that's why he puts more effort into training them than any other part of his perfectly-crafted body. He'll invite you to train with him just to play oblivious at how tightly you rub your thighs together whenever he flashes a glimpse them while using his damp black tank to wipe the glistening sweat gathering at his brow after finishing his set. He'll spend the entirety of the day teasing you like this just to end it with him digging crescent shaped marks into your hips as he guides you up and down his gorgeously toned abdomen, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he marvels at the sight of you coming undone on top of him. When it comes to his dearest Y/N, Kakashi loves your neck the most. He just can't get enough of the sight of your neck adorned with gorgeous jewelry that complements your skin-tone flawlessly. But then again, the sight of your neck adorned and littered with his "Love-bites" and hickeys may top it. Hearing your soft-breathy moans and sharp gasps echoing off the walls and filling the room as he bites and sucks another hickey into your heated, sweat-slicked skin only eggs him on more, especially when he knows you'll be flaunting it off alongside the newest piece of jewelry he's added to your already large collection.

C - Cum (Anything to do with Cum)

Yamato's cum is slightly sweet and bitter with a slight woodiness to it, but it's mainly tasteless. It's easy to tell when he's on the edge, he gets whiny and painfully vocal, spewing out broken 'I love yous' and soft begs whenever he's dangerously close, all it takes is the greenlight from his Beloved for him to break and ruin himself once more for you. He cums a lot and even after being told to stay still, he can't help but gently rut his hips into your slowly pumping palm as he rides out his crashing orgasm. He's always such a good boy for you, he just can't help but chase his high after what felt like hours of edging.

Kakashi's cum is on the saltier side, it's not too overpowering but the taste really does linger longer that Yamato's. He'll fuck you full of it for hours on end making sure none of his precious seed goes to waste. The man lives for the sight of your tight hole dripping and leaking with his fluids, wiping it up with his fingers just to raise them up to your gaped mouth for you to suck clean. He doesn't cum as much as Yamato, but he still cums a lot nonetheless and there's nothing Kakashi hates more than seeing any of it go to waste. He'll pump you senseless with his cum until he feels satisficed with his work, he makes sure you understand how lucky you are to be his permanent fucktoy, how lucky you are to receive praise and comfort from him afterwards, and how lucky you are to be plugged full with his precious seed inside of you once he's has his fill.

D - Dirty secret (A Dirty secret of theirs)

Yamato seems like a somewhat average man, besides previously being a feared Anbu Captain known for the "unique" Wood-style Jutsu he holds. But when it comes to you, he holds many filthy secrets and fantasies only you know. He loves being restrained or tied up by you, knowing he's at your full mercy, utterly helpless for you to take him however you see fit. It makes his head spin as he awaits your searing touch upon his bare skin, the feeling of your warm breath feathering upon the cold sensitive shell of his ear as you tease and lazily stroke the slit of his leaky reddened tip mixed with the tight-well tied rope keeping his movements restricted, he craves it.

Kakashi on the other hand, doesn't have many dirty secrets. Just about anyone with eyes and knowledge of the books he publicly reads without shame can guess what type of person he is. He has a habit of trying out any scenes or positions that catches his eye while reading 'Icha Icha' or any other Adult-Romance Books he can get his hands on. It's easy to tell whenever he's come up with another dirty plan to fill the quiet night just by the devilish gleam in his eye as he lingers on a certain page longer than usual in whatever book he's reading.

E - Experience (How much Experience they have in the bedroom)

Before meeting you, both of them had little to no experience at all. With the duties of being Shinobi and the weight of the leaf on their shoulders, neither of them had the time nor worry for sexual pleasure. They didn't see a need for it nor interest in anyone for them to go out of their ways to receive it, until you that is. At first sight, they had no other thoughts on their mind besides you.

Kakashi couldn't help but imagine you in place of the love interest in any of his smutty novels, roughly stroking himself and clawing at his chest to the thought of any interactions shared between the two of you. He was weak for you, his mind cloudy with desire. You were a painfully addictive drug to him, and he knew he wouldn't be right in the head until you were his.

Yamato was just as bad as his senpai, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he didn't need you, that he had no time for relationships, that you would only be a burden for his work, he just couldn't rid you from his mind. He needed you, it wasn't until he became apart of Team Kakashi and spent more time in the Leaf as a Jounin that he truly realized it. From that point on, he romanticized and obsessed over any little interaction or touch you two shared, you have to admit he was good with hiding his true feelings and intentions in the beginning. Too bad that pitiful act of denial could only last for so long.

F - Favorite Position (Their Favorite Position(s))

Yamato loves any position where he can see your face, he needs to see the way your face beautifully twists in pleasure whenever the vibrations of his low groans and pants hits your core. Your needy whimpers and broken calls of his name undeniably drives him crazy, but they just aren't enough for him. He needs to see how your eyes flutter as they roll to the back of your head, how your brows adorably scrunch together as you tighten the grip on his deep brown locks from between your closing thighs, how your puffy kiss-swollen lips get caught between your teeth as you try and choke down a sharp gasp whenever he inserts another finger into your already full hole as he urges for that pesky knot in your stomach to snap.

Kakashi's take on this is different though. Kakashi loves any position where he can see exactly where you two connect, missionary, doggy, lotus, he lives for the sight of your painfully needy hole sucking him in with every lovingly-rough thrust. The sight of your fluids seeping down his shaft, to his thighs, and onto the soaked sheets as he draws you towards your next orgasm, it kills him. The lewd sight paired with the sound of his hips roughly connecting to yours only fuels the burning fire in his stomach more. He needs to see just how far he can push his favorite little plaything, how much you can give him, how much you can take.

G - Goofy (Do they lean on the more serious or Goofy side during the deed)

Both have a goofy side to them during the moment, it's second nature for them to find humor in just about any situation. They both have their ways of cracking dirty jokes during the act, It's hard not to let out a light sigh or chuckle whenever Yamato makes an unexpected filthy joke while you pleasure him from below.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

They both keep themselves well groomed down there it's not entirely shaved (unless you want it to be), but its still fairly tamed. Neither of them can stand the feeling of having a lot of hair down there, especially with all the movement they have to do throughout the day as Shinobi.

Yamato prefers to keep his a tad longer than Kakashi's, he has a deep brown happy trail that travels up his abdomen and into a light dusting on his toned chest. As for body hair, he has a light dusting of it along his forearms and legs that thins out towards his upper thighs.

Kakashi's body hair matches the shade of his mane, its a light grey that damn-near borderlines white. Unlike Yamato, he has a happy trail that cuts off perfectly below his navel. The light shade of his thin body hair on top of his pale skin makes it hard to see, but when the light shines on him just right you can visibly see the body hair trailing along his arms and legs.

I - Intimacy (How Intimate are they?)

Yamato is always intimate with you, he's utterly in love with you and it’s painfully obvious. Even when you two are apart he can’t help but think of you or brag about you to his friends, and that love and obsession for you only grows whenever you praise him for his exceptional work in the bedroom.

Kakashi is the type to break multiple bed frames with you. He tries his hardest to hold back, he swears, but when it comes to you the man can’t help but lose control. Despite this, he's surprisingly intimate with you both during and outside of sex. He makes it known that he's in a serious relationship and it's obvious to others how utterly whipped he is for you. He's quick to drop names like 'My Love' or to wrap an arm or two around your waist whenever he notices someone being a bit too friendly with you in public. And what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't make sure his precious Y/N understood who they rightfully belonged to as he chokes out lewd praises and soft degradation through gritted teeth while he wrecks your insides, spilling and coating them in his warm seed once more.

J - Jack-Off (How often do they masturbate?/Masturbation Headcanons)

Back in his Anbu days, the last thing on Yamato's mind was masturbation or any sexual fantasies at that. He was constantly busy with missions or planning their next moves that he never really had time to worry or think about matters like that. (100% was a virgin before him and you did it for the first time) He could easily go weeks without it, although it would come with a bit of frustration every once in a while due to the lack of self-pleasure. It wasn't until he met you that he started doing it more often, you made him feel a way no other person has ever made him feel. The feeling confused him at first, it was unfamiliar to him, but in a good way.

Kakashi on the other hand, was more familiar with the idea and act of touching himself. He knows the one simple solution to any frustration or stress he may hold after any lengthy or uncalled-for missions. He knows the sinful high he obtains whenever he finds himself alone in bed nose-deep in one of his smutty novels all too well. One hand gently brushing his lower abdomen as he slides it down the waistband of his loose sweats. The low needy groans and curses that spill from the bottom of his chest as he teases the already drooling tip of his cock while imagining your warm palm slowly stroking him off, he can barely keep his heavy eyelids open as he grazes over the filthy pages of his book, picturing every lewd position within the pages with you and him in mind.

K - Kink (Some Kinks of theirs)

Yamato - Praise/Worship, Degradation, Bondage, Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Power Exchange, D/S, Auralism Kakashi - Praise/Worship, Breeding, Impact Play, Roleplay, Mutual Masturbation, Oral, Hand/Blow Jobs, D/S, Marking, Brat-Taming

L - Location (Favorite Location(s) to do the act)

Both are highly respected Shinobi who each have enough on their plates to worry about, the last thing they need is a scandal floating around. They both prefer to do the deed in somewhere private such as the bedroom or anywhere where it’s only you and him. But... you'd be lying if you said you and Kakashi haven't done it a few times in an abandoned alleyway or in the public hotsprings late at night, hell even in the Hokage's Office in broad daylight..

M - Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)

Yamato is adorably easy to tease, it doesn't take much from you to have him a blushing-stuttering mess. At first his love and obsession for you was something as innocent as a first crush, but it wasn't long before that innocent love grew into something more lustful. He's been starved of any romantic experiences all his life, all it takes to weaken his little façade is a few "accidental" brushes painfully close to his manhood, your glossy eyes lingering on his lips a bit too long whenever he speaks, or even something as small as you brushing your fingers against his while taking documents or papers from him.

Kakashi is able to hide his feelings and true intentions easily, his poker face is truly unmatched. Kakashi himself is a tease, he'll make plans for you two to go on duo missions together, brushing his manhood against your ass whenever passing by you, or even doing something as blunt as inviting you to the hotsprings with him all while playing oblivious to the suggestive situations he's put you two in. Although he himself is a tease, he can also be genuinely oblivious to any of your attempts at flirting. The best way to break him out of his little façade is be blunt and straight forward with him, whisper in his ear how badly you need him to fuck your brains out or peek over his shoulder and say how you'd 'love to try that one out' whenever he's reading one of his smutty novels and watch how quickly the tips of his pale ears turn to a pretty shade of pink.

N - No No's (Something they refuse/won't do)

Neither of them would do anything that would result in permanent damage for the both of you. Mentally, physically, emotionally, they can't stand the thought of hurting the one they care about the most. Both of them has had enough hurt and loss in their life, they cant bare to imagine hurting you in any of the ways they've hurt others in the past. It'll honestly take them a while to really let loose when having sex due to the fear of harming you in any way, shape, or form. You'll have to constantly reassure them that you can take it, that it wont hurt you, and that your not going anywhere unless its with them.

O - Oral (Preferences in giving/receiving, along with experience/skill with Oral)

Both had little to no skill with it when you first got together, you had to teach them what you liked and how to properly please you. But once they finally got a taste of your release, it was damn near impossible for you to remove them from between your limp thighs. They could easily spend hours between your legs, hands resting on your thighs, the two of you filling the room with lustful moans, wet slurping sounds, and the muttered out praises between kisses placed onto your heat by them.

Kakashi undeniably had a bit more experience when it came to oral, with as many smutty books and adult-romance novels he's indulged in, he's picked up a bit of knowledge on how and what to do to please someone.

Yamato on the other had, had little to no experience or knowledge on the topic. Though he'd be lying if he said he hasn't imagined what it would feel like to receive a blowjob or to be the one on the giving end, but with his work in the Anbu, he never had the time nor interest to actually pursue someone to solve his curiosity, until he met you that is.

P - Pace (Fast and Rough? Intimate and Sensual? What Pace do they go for?)

Yamato's pace will usually be intimate and sensual. But after a few stressful missions back to back or hours on end of you teasing him throughout the day, the man can't help but snap. When he's feeling more intimate, he'll be on the bottom or the submissive side of the ordeal, you can expect all types of worship and praise to be muttered through his puffy kiss-swollen lips. But when he's feeling more stressed and in need of relief, you can expect to find yourself with your lower back slightly lifted from the mattress as your legs dangle from his muscular forearms. He wastes no time drawing multiple world-crushing orgasms out of you whenever he hits that certain spongy spot that causes you to go cross-eyed. His strokes are quick, but precise, its easy to tell when he's close just by the babbled praise and messy thrusts as he chases his own personal high.

Kakashi's pace is usually rough and quick. His precise lengthy thrusts could only be described as animalistic, even in the moments where he attempts to be more "slow and sensual" At the start of your relationship, it seemed as if you'd never be able to coax him into being even the slightest bit of rough with you, but as time progressed and he felt more comfortable with you, it was damn near impossible to get him to slow down unless you said the implanted safeword. The sound of sweat-slicked skin pounding against skin along with your broken desperate calls of his name echoed off the walls and it only pushed him further, he needed you more than he needed life itself and what better way of showing it than pleasing you better than any other man could ever imagine. The way he felt about you was nothing less than primal, he had a carnal need for you, for the sound of your adorably pathetic babbles as he drilled you into the mattress. He knew you could handle it, he knew you loved this just as much as him, if not more. Besides, what better reward is there for his hardwork other than the beautiful scratches and crescent shaped indents you littered along his chest, back, and biceps.

Q - Quickies (How do they feel about Quickies? Would they like/dislike them? etc.)

Yamato prefers something more slow and intimate, but as a highly demanded Shinobi, some days all he has is the time for a quickie. He feels that the love and appreciation he has for you could never be properly expressed through a quickie, then again something is better than nothing.

Same goes for Kakashi, He prefers something longer, then again he has no issue providing you with something quick if you ask for it. All it takes is for you to yank him down by the collar of his vest while explicitly telling him all of the unholy acts you'd like to commit with him along the way for him to melt and give into your lust.

R - Risk (How risky are they?)

Both are somewhat cautious of your surroundings during the moment, risk is something that’s rarely taken with these two.

Although, when it comes down to it Kakashi is by far the most risky between the two. He just can’t help himself around you when every little thing about you drives him mad. He has no shame in pulling you into his lap from behind and brushing his thick half-hard cock against your ass while in the public hot springs late at night. Same goes for him breaking you two off from the group just to pin your back against the dead end of a darkened alleyway just to steal a “few” kisses while out with the rest of the Leaf-Sensei.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go before they call quits?)

From the ass-crack of dawn to the rise of tomorrows sun, both of their stamina is unmatched when it comes to you. Both can last multiple rounds without getting tired, of course they'll be willing to take breaks in between for water, snacks, a quick intermission, whatever you need they'll be more than willing to provide. But if they had the choice, you two would be at it fucking like rabbits for hours on end.

T - Toys (Do they own/use them? What are their opinions on them?)

The idea of owning sex toys had never really crossed Yamato's mind. it wasn't until he and the other Leaf-Sensei had a talk about them during a night of drinking that he decided to get one. Needless to say, he didn't regret it, not one bit.

Even before he and you got together, Kakashi still owned an impressive collection. Cock rings, vibrators, dildos, you think of it, he most likely owns it. He's always been the experimental type when it came to himself and his likes/kinks. If he read about a certain toy or position that ever made him softly throb or get hot and bothered in the slightest, you could expect to see it added and crossed off his list of positions/toys to try out within the same week.

U - Unfair (How Unfair are they? Are they a tease? etc.)

Yamato doesn't think he's unfair, he just sees it as a little punishment every once in a while. And there's nothing wrong with a bit of harmless discipline. Having you bound to a chair in your shared room with his wood restraints as he slowly undresses you isn't "unfair", neither is leaving you to go untouched while he silently undresses himself and splays himself out on the bed in front of you. He hates this just as much as you do, but then again it was your relentless teasing beforehand that lead you to this position to begin with. and now look you, left to sit untouched while your always patient boyfriend slowly pumps his cock while repeating all of the filthy phrases and teases you used on him beforehand, those lustful sayings that sound 10 times dirtier coming out of his mouth. He knows how much you love to see him like this, his deep brown locks lightly sticking to his sweat-slicked skin as he quickens his pace, the repeated phrases being cut off by his beautiful moans, gasps, and whimpers. Don't worry, once he's finished he'll release his jutsu just so you can clean up the mess you've made of him, and help him create another out of you.

Kakashi is definitely a tease, most of the time its intentional, other times he's genuinely oblivious as to what he did to make you this flustered. Those adult-romance novels he's indulged in over the years taught him a decent amount of ways to flirt and tease others. His eyes have a natural tendency to gravitate towards you, he's never seen or met a person as stunning as you, the idea that he's actually dating someone as kind and smart as you really does shock him, especially for someone who's always thought he wasn't deserving of the love he reads in books or sees in public. Sometimes he isn't fully aware whenever his eyes linger on you for a concerning amount of time, it isn't until his eyes meet yours once more that he snaps back to reality. You may think he was doing it just to be a tease or a flirt, but in all honestly the man was just genuinely enamored with you.

V - Volume (How loud are they during the moment?)

Yamato is on the quieter side, light whimpers, groans, sighs, and pleads can always be heard falling from his lips during the moment. But some nights those soft sounds could easily turn into deep groans, curses, and words of praise or degradation, sometimes even a mix of both.

Along with the sound of the headboard roughly hitting the wall, sweat-slicked skin mercilessly slamming against each other, and your pleasured cries, Kakashi's dirty commentary, praise, deep groans, and heavy sighs can be heard all throughout the house.

W - Wild Card (Unexpected headcanon for them)

Yamato prefers being on the bottom or the submissive position while having sex. Although being an amazing lover and beyond perfect in bed, he still has doubts about himself, so he's frequent to offer himself for you to use however you like. And he wouldn't call himself a masochist, but.. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy your teasing that practically borderlines degradation or the slight wince of pain he'd get whenever he struggled against the beautifully tied rope binding his muscular body.

Kakashi would definitely roleplay some of his favorite scenes from the books he's read with you. After the flawless act he pulled off playing Sukea, I wouldn't be surprised if he used this little skill of his for more personal situations. He'd bring up the idea, rehearse the lines that lead up to "The Scene" with you, prepare costumes, the whole shabang. He'd be adorably invested in it too, it's hard not to break character and giggle with how serious he is with his part. And when you do break character you can expect him to playfully scold you.

X - X-Ray (What's going on under their clothes)

Yamato has a more stocky build, he has freckles across his shoulders, back, and upper thighs along with being littered in scars and scrapes from battle. I can totally see him using himself as a human shield for others whenever he's too low on chakra to preform his wood-style. He has a decent amount of body hair including a deep brown happy trail that leads up into light dusting of hair across his chest (gorgeous huge honkers and FAT ass btw) As for length, he's EXACTLY 7 inches on the dot and thick, so expect a decent amount of foreplay/oral before he really starts the fun part.

Kakashi has a more lean/athletic build, his scarring/battle-damage isn't as bad as Yamato's but it's still severe. Besides the basic battle-scarring, he also has lightning scars along his forearms and hands from early workshopping of his Lightning-type Justus. For body hair, he has a greyish white happy trail that cuts off perfectly below his navel and a thin light-colored dusting of it on his forearms, legs, besides that Kakashi doesn't grow that much body hair. For length, he's about 7 1/4 inches and a bit thinner than Yamato, and those two have definitely compared sizes before.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?/How badly do they Yearn for their s/o?)

Before Yamato had no sex drive at all, But now, Yamato's sex drive is at an all-time high. He's a highly demanded Shinobi who's almost always busy with work, and unfortunately he can't decline every little mission or task he's given now that he's a Leaf Jounin. But when it comes to yearning, he always yearns for you. It's beyond obsession or a simple want, his mind is always cloudy and subconsciously thinking of you, your smile, your laugh, your scent, everything. It damn near drives the man crazy whenever he's sent on day or week long missions without you by his side.

Kakashi has a painfully high sex drive, and when he can't be buried balls-deep in you, he'll be nose-deep in some book at borderlines straight up pornography. As for yearning, its the same as Yamato. Those 'Icha Icha' novels and other smutty books can only fix his craving for so long. The man previously known for turning a usually 5 long day mission into a week long one just to have extra time to himself will now easily cut a usually 1 week mission into a 3 day trip just to be back in your arms as soon as possible.

Z - Zzz... (How quickly do they fall asleep after they call quits?)

Yamato falls asleep the quickest out of the two. He'll always have energy for aftercare, and once that's over with he's ready to sleep. Preferably with his limbs intertwined with yours as he rests his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat easily comforts and calms him like no other, you're everything to this man and the reassurance that you're still with him will always bring peace to his troubled heart. You've added color to his previously grey life, to him you were the light that guided him out of the dark past he helplessly succumbed to. With you he didn't feel like he had to be something he wasn't, he didn't have to be Kinoe or Tenzo. Throughout his entire life, he never knew exactly who or what he was, but what he does know is that he loves the person he became with you and that's all that matters to him.

Kakashi is a bit of a night-owl due to his overthinking keeping him up most nights, but after a few rounds with you along with lengthy aftercare and he's just about ready to pass out. But not before you, he'll never sleep before you. He's grown so accustomed to hearing the sound of your soft snores and mumbles as you sleep that he can barley get good shut-eye without it. His arms gently hold you close to him as he spoons you from behind, he's so grateful for you and everything you've done for him throughout the time you two have been together. He's never imagined he could get this close to someone without harming or scaring them off, and he's positive that if he had the change to tell a younger him that he was able to find genuine love and comfort in someone as perfect as you, his past-self wouldn't believe a single part of it. He couldn't be any happier with his life now, with himself as a whole. You taught him self-forgiveness, something that he lacked in his guilt-riddled life. It's all thanks to you that he was able to let go of his past and build himself a better future, a future that he never imagined living to see, a future that he wants you to be apart of more than anything.

[anyon-else]

𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

pairings | kakashi hatake x black widow!reader + sakura haruno, sasuke uchiha, naruto uzumaki, orochimaru, kabuto yakushi, ino yamanaka, might guy, hiruzen sarutobi, shikamaru nara, dosu kinuta, hinata hyuga,

warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slow burn, allusion to suicide, descriptions of scars, threats of death, abuse, choking (non-sexual), violence, mind control, torture, weapons, dissociation, descriptions of injuries, blood, discussion of themes present in naruto and black widow/mcu

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book one: the room room

summary |  kakashi wants to have all of his kids back under one roof, and you just want to make sure you can stay with sakura long enough to ensure her safety. you and kakashi end up bonding over your shared concern for the girl.

father, save me! i, the traitor (part 1) i’m in ruins, but it’s what I wanted all along (part 2) this fire of devotion (it burns me) (part 3) i fought time; it won in a landslide (part 4) skin-scarred and buried deep (part 5) i know you’re a man-made fortress (part 6) my struggling form, my willing soul (part 7) will you let me come closer to you? (part 8) i set a fire to my soul (i hope it ate ‘till it was full) (part 9) will you remember me as i am now? (part 10) they lose their minds for us (part 11) of humble origins and born of the cursed sex (part 12) yes, these new walls are pretty hard to crack (part 13) i’m sorry i’m the one you love (part 14) bite the hand that feeds me (bite the hand that needs me) (part 15) i am your lover and i am your jailor (part 16) our history’s tiresome (part 17)

status | completed ➣ word count: 119k

interlude i: shadows of ourselves

i'm so willing to be proven wrong | the end of "will you remember me as i am now" (trr ch. 10) from kakashi's perspective (coming soon)

book two

status | coming soon