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brotheramberland · 2 years ago

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Senseis' as fathers with a child!reader that was born blind.

Senseis' include: Kakashi Hatake, Satoru Gojo, Yami Sukehiro, and Levi Ackerman.

Please keep in mind: All character & reader interactions are purely platonic. There is NO romance. The reader is somewhere below the age of twelve and is portrayed as non-binary. These drabbles are meant to be platonic, fluffy and comforting.

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Kakashi Hatake

"Do you have a good sense of your surroundings?" Kakashi asked from where he knelt beside you.

You sported a determined expression that he couldn't help but to find both adorable and admirable. Even blind you still tried your hardest to improve your skills no matter how dangerous it may be. It made him proud and also worried him to death.

"Mhm," You nodded, tilting your head, "There's a tree five meters that way. I think I know where to go."

"Very good," Kakashi patted your back, "Just remember, if you happen to fall, I'll be right there to catch you."

"Ok, daddy," You smiled at him before focusing all your attention on using echolocation to navigate the branch you wanted to jump on. If you were going to be a ninja one day, you had to practice and train with all your might, "Here I go."

Kakashi held his breath while calmly waiting for you to make your jump, his body braced in precaution. A lump grew in his throat and sweat lightly dampened his clothes. Honestly, he might be over-thinking a bit, but he couldn't help it. He loved you so much, and while he respected your desires to train, he still worried about you tremendously.

He had lost so much in his life. Losing the most precious piece of it would cause him to go infinitely insane. Your blindness was an extreme vulnerability, and although you had grown well adapted to it, there was still much you had left to learn. And it didn't help his anxiety any when you decided to do dangerous activities like this.

In a flash, you jumped.

With a stumble, you landed perfectly on the tree branch. Wobbling to regain balance, you blushed in triumph and giggled, "Ah! Did you see that, daddy? I made it!"

Kakashi swiftly jumped onto the same branch, smiling proudly behind his mask, "Yes I did. That was well done, dongo, good job. At this rate, you'll be a ninja in no time."

Delighted by his praise, you grinned and began looking around, getting excited when you sensed yet another nearby branch. "There's another one," You grinned and went to jump.

Kakashi gasped and reached out for you, "Wait, (y/n), not so fast."

This time around, you didn't land where you were supposed to. In fact you didn't come into contact with any trees, and instead fell to the far away ground. "Ahh, daddy!" You cried.

Kakashi caught you in an instant, safely securing you in his arms while landing on a nearby branch, "You okay?"

You whimpered, hugging him tightly and frowning in failure, "Yes, but... I missed."

"That's okay," Kakashi quickly reassured you, running a soothing hand through your messy hair, "We all make mistakes. Why don't you try again, but this time, try not to let your emotions overwhelm you, ok? Often times emotions can be more blinding than blindness itself."

"But... What if I miss again?" You say sadly, "I-if I can't jump like I'm supposed to, then I'll never get to be a ninja, an-and you'll hate me, a-and I w-won't get to be like you-"

"Hey, hey, where's this coming from?" Kakashi grasped your shaking shoulders, looking into your milky, watery eyes, "Dongo, I could never hate you, so don't ever assume that, ok? And this was only your second attempt. You have plenty more to go. Don't be so hard on yourself. One of the most important things about being a ninja is never giving up. You're not giving up, are you?"

Quickly wiping your eyes, you shook your head and say softly, "Do you really think I can do it?"

Kakashi smiled and went to playfully pinch your cheek, kissing you on the forehead through his mask before saying, "I know you can. There's nothing you can't do, (y/n), and I'll always be right here by your side to make sure of that."

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Levi Ackerman

Levi was enjoying one of his rare days off from the ever tiring Survey Corps. He hadn't gotten to see you in over a week- something he chewed Erwin out for sternly. By the time he entered his house, you came rushing towards him, your tiny figure accidentally bumping into things along the way.

"What did I say about running?" He grumbled, unable to resist hugging you whenever you were close enough, "Damn runt, gonna hurt yourself."

"I missed you, daddy," You say in a mixture of sadness and excitement, your cracking voice causing him to frown, "You were gone so long. I-I was scared you wouldn't come back."

"Hmp, so much for faith," Levi ruffled your hair, relief flooding him at finally getting to be at your side again, "Has nanny been good to you?"

You whimpered a bit, your glossy eyes pointing towards the ground, "I like her, but... She doesn't let me draw... or cook... or sew."

At that answer, Levi sighed and palmed his face, cursing nonsense underneath his breath. This was a common problem for you and him; nannies and babysitters not letting you do anything fun all because you were blind. None of them had any patience or consideration and it really got on his nerves.

"Tell me she read to you at least?" He rubbed his temple, not really in the mood to threaten another dumb nanny for mistreating his child, but if he had to he would absolutely give her a piece of his mind.

Your small "yes" was the only thing that saved her.

Seeing the dejection decorating your face, Levi tapped on your nose and said, "Well, you should know it's been a while since I've had some decent food. Get your little butt in there and cook me something already."

Gasping in joy at his given permission to do one of your favorite activities, you nearly leaped into the air, twirling around and giggling excitedly, "Yay! I get to cook for daddy."

Before you could run off, Levi grabbed your hand and grumbled, "No running this time."

You grumbled back at him and marched to the kitchen with a silly pout on your face. Levi shook his head, grinning as he thought about how much he loved you. Honestly, you being blind was kind of a relief to him simply because it meant that you would never be able to fight. And being the protective father he was, he rather preferred it that way.

You were already doing such a good job at basic daily activities like reading braille, learning how to write, cooking small meals, navigating your way through familiar places, and even drawing and sewing. People said you wouldn't develop properly when you were born. Well, Levi would like to see them say that to his face now.

Taking off his jacket, Levi none-too-politely paid the nanny and threw her out of his house. Then he went into the kitchen where you were currently working on mixing eggs in a bowl, your eyes staring mindlessly at the wall. You may be blind, but you made him so unbelievably proud, you had no idea.

"I'm making your favorite, daddy," You say cheerfully when you noticed his presence.

Levi smirked and went to put some fire in the stove, "'Bout time I was spoiled."

You giggled, carefully climbed down from the chair, and walked over to him, reaching out to feel for his hand, "Can I see you?"

After getting the fire started, Levi knelt down in front of you and patiently allowed you to touch his face with your hands. You often did this during moments when he held you, your little hands gently feeling the structure of his face in an attempt to get an idea of what he really looked like.

"I missed you, daddy," You say quietly.

Levi reached forward and pulled you into a firm, loving hug, kissing the side of your cheek, "Missed you too, you little runt."

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Satoru Gojo

Who would have thought that his child would be born with beautiful crystal eyes like he himself had, and yet be cursed never to use them? Even though your disability was not his fault, Gojo still felt guiltily accountable, and always sought protecting you and making you the happiest he possibly could.

Starting a new morning, Gojo carried some fresh, folded clothes into your bedroom, quiet and stealthy. You were sleeping peacefully on your bed, your little snores causing his heart to flood with endearment. Gosh, you were so precious to him.

Setting the clothes down, Gojo knelt beside the bed and reached out to brush a gentle hand through your hair. You whimpered, your head stirring around on the pillow. "Hm? Hello? Rise and shine," He playfully sang.

You groaned softly, your body stretching out as your eyes squinted open. "Mm... Daddy?" You reached out to feel for him as your eyes stayed aimed towards the ceiling.

"Morning, my little angel," Gojo grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently, "Time to get up."

"Are you taking me to work today?" You asked curiously, tilting your head towards him, your hand tensing within his own larger one, "What if they don't like me?"

"Are you kidding me? They're gonna love you," Gojo blew raspberries and laughed, "And if they don't, then guess what? More butts' for me to leave my ultra-famous, Gojo styled foot print on."

Giggling at his joke, you reached out with your free hand and go to feel the blind-fold covering his powerful eyes, "I wish I could be more like you."

That sent a bullet roaring through Gojo's heart. He absolutely hated it when you degraded yourself and/or claimed that you wished you were different. It broke his heart more than you could ever imagine. "Hmm, well I love you just the way you are," He said casually.

"In fact I'd give up my own eyes any day to be just like you; free house, free food, the world's most riveting, handsome dad (if I do say so myself), and of course the opportunity to never have to work in a dangerous environment," Gojo smiled and patted your head, "There are plenty of reasons to be like you. Quit being so negative- you'll make the walls cry- and they don't even have eyes."

Letting go of your hand, Gojo grabbed your clothes and unceremoniously tossed them onto your face, "Hurry, hurry, or I'll eat all of the breakfast. Hm? Breakfast... Oh no, the breakfast!"

Sensing your father quickly disappear, you only manage to frown when the fire alarms began going off seconds later. Looks like he burnt breakfast... Again...

After you got dressed, brushed your teeth and headed down the hallway, you grimaced at the stench of burnt eggs. Goodness, what a silly father you had, but you loved him. Coming to a stop at the table where you sensed he was sitting at, you timidly held out a single band of cloth.

"Oh? What's this?" Gojo asked nonchalantly, pretending not to be embarrassed about, yet again, burning breakfast, "A scarf?"

"I... I thought that maybe... S-since I'm blind, maybe I could wear something like what you wear to cover your eyes. Then that way..." You frowned, tilting your nose down at the ground, "That way they won't know I'm blind. They'll think I'm strong, like you."

If your words could be knives, then they would have just sliced right through his chest. Still though, he managed to maintain his optimistic, calm persona, "What? You wanna lie to your new friends? Well that's not very nice. Their hearts would be broken in seconds."

"But..." You whimpered.

"Listen, (y/n)," Gojo reached out to grasp your shoulder, squeezing it gently, "You're not like me. You will never be anything like me. Why- you may ask? Because you're already a million times better."

You sniffled, leaning in to hug him, grateful that he so greatly accepted and loved you no matter how flawed you were, "I love you, daddy."

"I love you too, little angel who is stronger and cooler and- while I hate to admit it- better looking than me," Gojo teased, your laughter his haven that he could live in forever.

He loves you, (y/n), remember that.

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Yami Sukehiro

Yami, in general, was already extremely protective of you, especially after he discovered that you would forever be blind. Now that's not to say that he didn't encourage you to push past your limits. In fact he helped you train all the time. But see, the only problem he had with you training was when you trained by yourself.

And when he found out that you had been flying around on a broom by yourself thus leading to the breaking of your arm, Yami just about tore the rooftops off buildings with his sheer rage alone.

He was in the medical ward giving Magna and Luck a good scolding until you came prattling up, your arm perfectly healed by healing-magic. "Daddy, please stop being mean to Magna and Luck," You whined, tears in your eyes as you lightly shook, "I'm sorry. It's my fault... I went outside without their permission and rode the broom... It's my fault."

The entire ward went dead silent as Yami turned all his attention to you. Considering how bad his temper could get, you were pretty brave for admitting your mistake. And the look on your face; embarrassed, frightened and sad. He knew that you were telling the truth.

"Alright then," Yami relaxed and stepped forward to take your healed hand in his, his voice calm as he said, "Think it's 'bout time you and I had a little chat."

You whimpered but otherwise said nothing the entire time your father lead you just outside the ward. You knew from how he treated others that making him angry resulted in a scary outcome, and you worried what he would do to you now that you've finally done something to upset him. You felt bad too. Sad and regretful.

Once you were outside, Yami let go of your hand and lit a cigarette, "So... Ya just thought ya could do whatever the heck ya wanted to, huh?"

You tensed, your blind eyes staring at the ground, "I did a bad thing. I'm sorry, daddy."

Yami considered you. Unlike other people who annoyed him, he had never really ever gotten mad at you. Seeing how scared you were right now was suffocating enough to make him pout. Was he really making you that uncomfortable? But... He was your father. You shouldn't have to feel uncomfortable around him.

"Ya know, if this were me an' my dad, I woulda' already got my head beat in," Yami blew out a cloud of smoke, "Lucky for you though, I ain't him... I do wanna know one thing though- If all ya wanted to do was ride a damn broom, why didn't ya ask for help?"

You swayed back and forth, fiddling with your hands, "'Cause... You don't need help, an'..."

Ah. So you wanted to be like him. Yami closed his eyes in understanding. "Squirt, get over here an' look at me," Yami crouched down and guided your tiny hand to rest against the side of his face.

He in return cupped your face, gazing into your foggy eyes and saying, "I don't need help 'cause I'm all grown an' got full control over my mana. You're still a tiny, little sprout. Now if ya wanna train, that's fine, but 'till then, you train when someone else is around to help, ya hear?"

You nodded, your lower lip wobbling, "Yes, daddy."

"Eh? I go easy on ya an' you're still about'a cry? Talk about sensitive," Yami chuckled a bit, gently whacking your nose with his thumb.

"I-it's not you, daddy, I..." You whimpered, your body buckling up, "When I fell- i-it... It was just so scary a-and it hurt..."

Oh. Yami's face bloomed with realization. Oh... That was your first traumatic experience, huh? No wonder you were so upset. At first he thought about teasing you or making a sarcastic remark, but ultimately decided against it.

Instead he settled for wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his large chest. "It'll be alright, squirt. You're tough. You'll pull through. Everything's gonna be alright, ya hear?"

Soaking up his comforting warmth and attention, you whimpered and nodded, trying your hardest to hide in the safety of his chest. Your father was so strong and comforting. With him around, it was guaranteed that you would always be safe.

#fanfic drabble #kakashi hatake x reader #levi ackerman x reader #gojo saturo x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #child!reader #platonic #no romantic relationships #Father drabbles #blind reader #black clover #attack on titan #naruto #jujutsu kaisen

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3lle-l-black · 10 months ago

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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

#fred weasley #george weasley #remus lupin #sirius black #simon ghost riley #eddie munson #kakashi hatake #john price #kyle gaz garrick #soap mactavish #ghost x reader #eddie munson x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader

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cadavernyx · 3 months ago

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Anime Masterlist

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰��𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡.”

Please have age and pronouns somewhere on your blog or you’ll get blocked

↳ Black Butler

↳ Black Clover

↳ Blue Exorcist

↳ Buddy Daddies

↳ Demon Slayer

↳ Dungeon Meshi

↳ Fairy Tail

↳ Food Wars

↳ Haikyuu

↳ IDOLiSH7

↳ Life Lessons With Uramichi-Oniisan

↳ March Comes in Like a Lion

↳ Mashle; Magic and Muscles

↳ My Hero Academia

↳ Naruto

↳ No Game No Life

↳ Obey Me

↳ One Piece

↳ Ouran High School Host Club

↳ Play It Cool, Guys

↳ SpyxFamily

↳ Tokyo Ghoul

↳ Tokyo Revengers

↳ The Devil Is a Part-Timer

↳ Twin Star Exorcist

↳ Yowamushi Pedal

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sanjisluvbot · 2 years ago

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⋆˙⊹MASTERLIST˖⁺ 🌲

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

SERIES:

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

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

Miguel O’Hara x Black Fem Reader Pt1 Pt2?

Isekai Yandere Strawhats CH 2 1

As Above So Below Raian Kure x Black Fem Reader 1 2 3 4

Series MasterList

Isekai Yandere Strawhats

ONESHOTS:

Sanji x Black Fem Reader GOOD DAYS

Isekai BNHA x Black Fem Reader

Don’t Drink The Tea

Portgas D. Ace x Fem reader live

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x BNHA Black Fem reader

Isekai Platonic Yandere Strawhats

Getou Suguru Hopes And Dreams

HEADCANNONS:

Platonic Yandere Todoroki

Bakugo X black Fem realtionship HC

Bucciarati x Black Fem Reader relationship HC

Isekai Yandere Strawhats x Distrustful reader

JOJO:

One piece:

My hero academia:

Naruto:

Chainsawman:

AKI X Black Fem Reader

SPECIFIC CHARACTERS:

Katsuki Bakugo:

Todoroki Shoto:

Jotaro Kujo:

Josuke Higashikata: Strawberry fields

AKI:

Gojo Satoru:

Fushiguro Megumi:

Nanami Kento:

Sanji: A prince’s wish

Zoro:

Eustass Kidd:

Killer:

Trafalgar Law:

Portgas D. Ace: Live

Hatake Kakashi: The student becomes the teacher

Shikamaru:

Raian Kure: series

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otakubimbo · 1 year ago

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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.

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kakashisboothangg · 1 year ago

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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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arabella0001 · 16 days ago

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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" (Kakashi Hatake x Reader)

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.

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eiloveir · 6 months ago

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→﹐naruto hc! <3

‹𝟹 :: ⭑⭒ 🗨 !! 𓏲 what naruto men would be like as boyfriends!

✰ pairing: them x f!reader

✰ warnings: none, except maybe being a bit cringy? it’s rushed too, there might be errors since i didn’t proofread.

i was bored and had nothing to write, so i came up with this idea to occupy someone’s delusional thoughts — though the characters might seem out of their usual paced.

the sunshine boyfriend

uzumaki naruto, rock lee, inuzuka kiba, akimichi choji

a surge of energy that is consistently buoyant in your life. they make you laugh with their jokes and antics, and their contagious laughter and lively humor makes your day. they are the gregarious person that infuses the group with spontaneity and a sense of joy during social events. they may be that social, but beneath that there’s a side that comes out in the way they treat you. they always make sure you feel supported and loved—paying close attention to your happiness and well-being. they are there for you with effort and loyalty, whether it’s celebrating your victories or providing you with comfort during your most vulnerable times and they constantly bring warmth and positivity into your being—in your life, like a ray of sunshine.

the reserved and protective boyfriend

uchiha itachi, hyuga neji, gaara, aburame shino

prioritizes your happiness above all else, their actions speaking volumes about their commitment to your well-being. they don’t rely on words to show their affection; instead, they express their love through thoughtful gestures that make your heart flutter. their confidence in your bond is reassuring—as they know your heart belongs to them alone. they’re attuned to your every need and desire—noticing the smallest details that make you feel truly understood and loved. your relationship with them resembles as each other’s safety nets—like the archers, both are holding onto one another.

the ideal boyfriend

uchiha obito, hatake kakashi, nara shikamaru

they radiate a sophisticated poise and a playful charisma. they always know how to make you laugh and feel at ease while adeptly balancing a relaxed style with courteous care. their dependability make you feel consistently loved—their protectiveness guarantee that you feel safe and treasured. they are the kind that are good at flirting—the tease one and those who can be called a “playboy”—but they are extremely loyal. they are often perceived as having many women in their lives, but in reality, that is just their aura; they only have one person in mind, and that someone is you. they are the combination of carefree and playful, which makes them an ideal partner in every way.

the black cat boyfriend

uchiha sasuke

someone who, like a feline, keeps a cold exterior, appearing remote and aloof. despite his outward demeanor, his heart races in your presence, and he blushes when he sees you. he may reject inquiries about his thoughts with a flippant “it’s nothing,” but his actions scream louder than words, much like a black cat’s intriguing charm. although expressing feelings vocally is difficult for him, he expresses caring through actions and intimate moments shared only with you (just like with the second one)

#i have many ideas but i lost motivation while working on this #might continue if i feel inspired enough to do so #naruto #naruto shippuden #uzumaki naruto #inuzuka kiba #choji akimichi #nara shikamaru #uchiha itachi #uchiha sasuke #hatake kakashi #uchiha obito #hyuga neji #gaara #x reader #naruto imagines

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fool-tarnished · 20 days ago

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"Remember me" - Chapter 2 - Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader

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

List : Chapter 1 // Chapter 3 // ... If you want to read Yamato's version, you can find it here.

Warnings : Memory loss

Inspiration : Remember me - d4vd

Words : ~ 4000

A/N : Hello there ! Here's the second chapter. It might not follow the same exact timeline and events as the books but i still hope you will enjoy it. And sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker.

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“He’s surprising, and he’s progressing astonishingly fast.” Before you stood what seemed to be a training ground, from where you could observe a figure dressed in orange at a distance. You couldn’t clearly make out the person in question, nor the two others standing alongside them. One seemed to be wearing a pinkish outfit, and the other a blue-and-white one.

Your vision wasn’t perfectly clear, but at least you could distinguish the colors and hear sounds. They appeared to be sparring, likely at the request of the man beside you, who held a book in his right hand.

“We’ll be heading out on a mission soon, [Y/N]. It shouldn’t take long—it’s just a C-rank mission.” His voice was so gentle, so calm, so reassuring. He was much taller than you, but his face was obscured by a mask, and what you could see most clearly was his silver-grey hair. Finally, he glanced up from his book and turned his gaze toward you.

“You’re awfully quiet today. Are you worried about him?” he asked at last, stepping a little closer and closing his book. “I promise he’ll come back safe and sound.”

Who was he talking about? Turning your attention back to the training ground, you noticed that the three ninja had vanished. A breeze began to rise, and the once-blue sky had turned grey. Where had they gone?

A cold hand suddenly rested on your shoulder, and with a start, you turned to face the silver-haired man. His hand was covered in blood, his forehead protector slightly askew, and his uniform had shifted from light green to a deep crimson across most of his chest.

“Where were you? Where were you when they attacked us?” This voice no longer sounded like the one you’d heard earlier, and now you could see other figures lying motionless on the ground behind him. Frozen in place, you briefly recognized the orange outfit you had seen before, just as the man before you spoke again.

“You promised to protect him. You promised me you’d come back.” Closing your eyes and clutching your head in your hands, you tried to scream, but no sound escaped your lips. It was as if something had rendered you mute, as if something was preventing you from doing anything but witnessing the scene unfold before you.

After a few seconds, you decided to open your eyes again. They were all gone. There was nothing left but a vast field, dimly illuminated by the moonlight. Panting, you turned slightly, searching for a sign of anyone—or anything.

Until a much deeper voice echoed around you. “There’s no hope left, and those you care for will die because of you.” A masked man dressed in a long black cloak appeared before you. Only one eye was visible, but it was enough to send shivers down your spine.

��Consider the choice I’m about to offer you as a gift.” Silence fell, broken only by a soft chuckle escaping from under his mask.

“Will you take care of the Nine-Tails’ jinchūriki yourself? Or shall I do it for you?”

From this dark silhouette emerged a hand holding a kunai. As you took a hesitant step back, the man suddenly grabbed your face, forcing it toward the weapon, which he positioned just before your eyes.

“You’re going to have to choose—or I’ll choose for you.”

With a gasp, you opened your eyes abruptly and sat up in bed, struggling to calm your breathing. Holding your head in your hands, you didn’t even notice at first that you weren’t alone in the room. In truth, you didn’t even know where you were.

“You’re finally awake.”

Slowly turning your gaze toward the person who had just spoken, you let out a soft sigh.

“Where am I?” you asked, trying to shake off the vivid images lingering in your mind.

You’d been unconscious for several days, giving Tsunade enough time to examine your condition more closely. She hadn’t overlooked the blow to your head or the particularly high likelihood of memory loss that could result. Other findings in her analysis had also concerned her, but for now, it was time to assess how much of your memory had been affected.

“You’re in Konoha. You fainted when we found you.” She approached the chair to the right of your bed and sat down.

“You probably have a lot of questions, but first, I’d like you to tell me everything you remember. From the beginning. Then I’ll take the time to explain everything.”

Questions swirled in your mind, and you hesitated for a long moment before deciding to trust her and recount the events of the past few months in detail.

“I see. And everything before your time with that old woman is a blank to you?” she asked after hearing your story.

Nodding, you stared at your hands for a moment. “It feels like it’s the only thing I’ve ever known, and yet like my whole life has vanished.”

She made a sound of agreement, leaning back in her chair. “I imagine this won’t be easy for you. Neither relearning everything nor trusting us. But if you choose to trust us, we’ll help you regain your memory.” She paused briefly, observing your expression. “If you agree, I’ll ask a few… people from your past to help you with this. And I’ll leave you a notebook and pen in case anything comes back to you.”

Glancing at her, then at the notebook on the nightstand, you nodded. “And what about the treatment Yubaba was giving me?”

At this, you noticed her face tighten, as if masking some irritation. “I’ll provide you with a different treatment from now on. It will be more effective and help you see through this fog more clearly.”

“Hmm. And how is she?”

Tsunade rose, not meeting your eyes this time, and began walking toward the door. “She passed away a few days ago. There was nothing more we could do for her.”

And with those parting words, she left you alone in the room.

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After a lengthy discussion with you, the Hokage had summoned former colleagues, primarily the sensei of Naruto’s friends, to inform them of the situation and stress the importance of keeping the information under wraps for the time being. She also took the opportunity to share her concerns regarding the results of your medical exams, suggesting that the issue might not be limited to simple memory loss. For this initial meeting, she had not summoned Kakashi. He was scheduled to meet her in a few hours, after she finished reviewing the latest mission requests.

The Copy Ninja arrived as requested, having spent most of his day with Naruto and Sakura. Between a few chapters of the newest volume of Icha Icha, he had thoroughly enjoyed his time reconnecting with his two students. He slipped away the moment Naruto mentioned the idea of him treating them to ramen and headed straight to the Hokage’s office.

“Lady Hokage?” he asked simply.

“Oh, Kakashi.” Tsunade lifted her head from her papers, setting her pen on the desk. “Everything went well with Naruto and Sakura?”

“They’ve improved tremendously. I have to admit—they’ve become quite strong.”

She offered a faint smile and stood, moving around her desk to lean against it as she faced him.

“I wanted to tell you something, Kakashi, before you hear it from someone else.”

The sensei regarded the Hokage without a word, waiting for her to continue.

“I sent a special ops team to search for [Y/N] a few months ago.”

The silver-haired ninja’s expression began to tighten, his mask doing little to conceal the tension in his face. His fists clenched in his pockets as dread crept in. He braced himself for the worst. Having already lost so many people he cared about, he found it hard to hope for a better outcome. But if something had happened to you… it would be one loss too many.

“She’s safe and sound. I’ve been taking care of her at the hospital…”

Tsunade noticed the visible relaxation in his features, and even the single eye visible through his mask seemed brighter. Though Kakashi didn’t express his emotions openly, she could tell he was both relieved and surprised. He likely hadn’t expected to hear such news.

“That’s… That’s excellent news.”

“But there are two issues. I wanted to speak with you directly about them before you decide to visit her.”

“Hmm?”

Kakashi’s thoughts raced. Relief washed over him at the confirmation of your safety and return to Konoha. Now, the only thing he wanted was for this conversation to end so he could see you. After living with only the memory of you for so long, every moment that delayed your reunion now felt like an unbearable torture.

“She suffered a severe head injury. She’s lost her memory.”

Kakashi’s gaze froze. He struggled to process the information.

“The second issue,” Tsunade continued, “is that she was essentially poisoned for several months. I was able to identify and neutralize the toxin during my tests, but… this was no ordinary concoction. It was designed not only to sustain her memory loss but also to cause severe headaches—and likely fainting spells. We need to remain vigilant. We don’t know the true intent behind this, or who orchestrated it. That’s why I urge caution, Kakashi.”

At these words, the Copy Ninja lowered his gaze to the floor. He needed a moment to process the flood of good and bad news. Your return filled him with joy, but your condition and the uncertainties surrounding it weighed heavily on him. Who had done this to you? Why? What were they planning?

“I know this is a lot to take in at once,” Tsunade said gently. “I’ll do my best to help her regain her memories. And… Naruto must not know about this for now.”

Kakashi remained silent for a few seconds before standing straight.

“When will you inform him that she’s back in Konoha?”

“If we can keep this under wraps until she regains some of her memories, that would be ideal. Naruto is too unpredictable, and I’m worried about how he might react to all of this.”

The silver-haired ninja nodded.

“Thank you, Lady Hokage.”

With those final words, he left the room, leaving Tsunade alone.

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You were standing near a young boy with blond hair. He sat on a swing, looking despondent, his goggles pushed down to the lower part of his forehead. Incessant murmurs drifted toward the two of you, and the boy could no longer hide his sorrow.

“Don’t listen to what they’re saying,” you said, crouching down in front of him and attempting to give him the most reassuring smile you could muster. Seeing him like this seemed to tear you apart from the inside, and your eyes betrayed the depth of your emotions.

“Don’t forget what’s in here.” You pointed to the spot over his heart as you spoke, and he straightened slightly, meeting your gaze.

What was peculiar about this dream was that it was clearly you—your younger self—but at the same time, it wasn’t entirely you. You were observing the scene from afar. The young boy didn’t seem familiar, and yet, there was an undeniable closeness between you. As you continued watching your younger self trying to comfort the boy, silence settled over the moment.

“Wake up,” growled a voice, breaking through the quiet, as a hand suddenly pressed against your face.

Opening your eyes and sitting up in bed, you rubbed your face for a moment before letting out a sigh. Glancing around the room, you noticed it was bathed in an orange hue. The sun was setting, and it seemed you’d dozed off after Tsunade’s departure. Casting a brief glance at the window, you jumped in surprise upon seeing a man crouched there.

The Hokage must have left the window open when she left, but you certainly hadn’t expected anyone to perch there.

Frowning slightly, you took a moment to study the man before you. He had gray hair, a forehead protector covering one eye, and a mask obscuring most of his face. A book rested in his hand, but his gaze was fixed on you, silent and unwavering.

Despite your bewildered expression, he didn’t move an inch.

“What are you doing there? You know there’s a door to get in, right?”

At that, Kakashi gave you a slightly surprised look before letting out a soft chuckle, followed by a sigh. Deciding to enter the room properly, he closed the window behind him.

“Still as sharp-tongued as ever, I see,” he murmured, prompting you to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

Seeing your expression, he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“You’ve been sleeping for quite a while.”

Leaning back slightly, you frowned deeply.

“Were you watching me sleep?!”

“I was reading, too,” he replied casually.

You froze, your expression a mix of fear and disbelief. It reminded him of the old days—those countless times he’d shown up unannounced on your training field or terrace to invite you along or to test out new techniques with him. Starting over from the beginning was going to be hard, and it hurt him deeply. Perhaps the hardest part was hiding his true emotions from you: the gnawing desire to hold you close, the way he yearned for your face, your smile, your scent, your [Y/HC] hair, and even your sharp sense of humor.

“You’re kind of scaring me,” you muttered.

“No—No. It’s just that I wanted to—Hmm, how do I put this?”

“You’re not helping your case here.”

“Uh… The Hokage must have explained what’s happening to you, right?”

“Ah.” You exhaled deeply and visibly relaxed. “You’re one of the people supposed to help me get my memory back, aren’t you?”

He hesitated for a moment, tucking his book into his pocket.

“You could say that.”

There was something familiar about him—he reminded you of the figure you’d seen in the dream when you first arrived.

“And you are?”

Though Kakashi remained outwardly stoic, your question had struck a chord. Pretending as though you didn’t know each other—acting as if everything you’d shared had never existed—was agonizing.

“Hmm, I’m Kakashi. We… worked together for a few years,” he said, a faint smile forming under his mask as you closed your eyes for a moment.

“Oh. I see.” You paused briefly, while the copy ninja silently waited. “I’m sorry. Everything before waking up at that old woman’s place is completely gone from my memory.”

Kakashi moved toward the chair beside your bed, sitting down with his hands clasped, elbows resting on his knees.

“Would you mind telling me what you do remember?” he asked, his tone calm and steady. “After that, I’ll answer whatever you’d like to know, if you’re okay with it.”

There was a kindness and gentleness to him, albeit with a strange demeanor. Yet, he didn’t exude any sense of danger, and his presence didn’t bother you. Nodding, you began recounting the past few months you had spent with the old woman.

Despite the length of your story, Kakashi showed no signs of boredom. He listened intently, committing to memory the details that stood out as peculiar—not to question you, but to analyze the “who” and “why” behind your condition. Certain inconsistencies nagged at him, prompting a mental note to discuss them with Tsunade later. On your end, you were entirely unaware that anything was amiss, much less that the more troubling parts of your tale warranted skepticism.

Hearing your voice brought Kakashi immense solace. After years haunted by your absence and silence, he cherished this moment, even if it wasn’t unfolding the way he had hoped.

“You haven’t had even a fragment of your past return? Not even a vague memory?” he asked after you finished, his voice tinged with faint hope.

You hesitated, recalling the strange dream you’d had—a dream with a figure who vaguely resembled him. But did you want to share it? Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea, especially considering the direction that dream had taken.

“No… unfortunately not,” you sighed, meeting his gaze. “You mentioned earlier that we worked together. Did we know each other for a long time?”

Kakashi scratched the back of his head. Was he nervous? You found it hard to tell. He was calm overall, but certain gestures hinted at underlying emotions. It was difficult for you to pinpoint exactly what, as you’d only been speaking for a short time.

“Quite a while, yes,” he said simply.

You blinked, expecting a more elaborate answer. After a few seconds, you spoke again.

“Just ‘quite a while’?”

“Hmm?”

“Uh… Were we friends, then? Or just coworkers?”

“Oh.”

Kakashi paused, placing a hand on his chin in thought. You had asked the question so directly that he wasn’t sure how to answer truthfully. The truth was, your relationship had always defied easy definition. It danced on the line between friendship and something more, a connection that could shift with a single gesture or moment. One day, you were distant; the next, inseparable. How could he explain that to you, let alone summarize it when he himself had never managed to define it?

“I think I’ll give you that answer later,” he finally said.

What did he mean by that? Was he unable to say whether you were friends? Or was it something else entirely? The thought made your cheeks flush furiously, a reaction Kakashi didn’t miss. His visible eye widened in mild panic, and he waved his hands in front of him.

“Wait—that’s not what I meant! It’s just… It’s not something I can explain with a single word.”

“So, not just coworkers.”

“Not just coworkers, no,” he confirmed.

A brief silence followed before Kakashi cleared his throat and shifted the conversation.

“There’s someone else I need to tell you about. He won’t be as delicate when he sees you again.”

Intrigued, you focused all your attention on him.

“Let me tell you about Naruto.”

And so, you spent hours talking about the young ninja who was Kakashi’s student, and who, according to him, was like a younger brother to you. Discussing Naruto came more easily to Kakashi than addressing your own relationship. He hoped that you might remember a little about the boy before they broached the thornier subject of your shared past—a topic that was both painful and rich with memories Kakashi silently prayed you would recover someday.

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Kakashi returned home late that evening. Seeing you again had lifted part of the burden he had carried since your absence—a deep, relentless pain that had built up over the years, piling onto so many others. But this time, the outcome was different. You were alive, and that simple fact was enough to unsettle him. Yet the thought that you had forgotten everything, that you didn’t remember him or your shared history, left him feeling lost. How could he possibly start over from scratch?

Sitting on his bed, he let out a long sigh. Should he wait a little longer before telling you everything? Perhaps it was better to remain silent, to give you time to find your footing—or maybe never tell you at all. Part of him wondered if you might actually be safer without the memories of him, of what you had shared, and of what you had seen in him.

His mind swirled with endless possibilities, weighed down by uncertainty. His heart, however, whispered insistently that he had to reclaim what you once had, the bond you had built together. The emotions he tried so hard to contain threatened to spill over, urging him to hope, to dream of rebuilding what fate seemed determined to erase.

Running a hand through his silver hair, Kakashi finally lay down, staring at the ceiling with eyes clouded by fatigue and doubt.

“Maybe it’s better to wait a little longer…” he murmured to himself.

He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, to quiet the storm of his thoughts.

“If only you could remember everything about your past… and about us.”

In the stillness of the night, his words lingered, carrying a fragile mix of resignation and hope.

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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.

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FOREVER TOGETHER

Kakashi Hatake x Reader

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plot: you were the only person who understood Kakashi

A/N: this is my very first anime character story! thank you all for taking part in the voting period and choosing Kakashi! if any of you have any ideas for stories let me know, my requests are always open!

✯small warning of spoilers for shippuden

That mission took a toll on Kakashi. Minato was his master, the Yellow Flash, and he was too late to save Rin and Obito. You remember it vividly, there was a crash on your porch that night, scaring your mother half to death. It was only the two of you, and when you both sprung to check the door, there was Kakashi half awake and looked dead. Your mother knew to leave you two and made a pot of tea in the kitchen. Kakashi didn't speak for a long while, when he did, those tears fell fast from his face. Facing the deaths of his comrades and friends was nothing light for a ninja.

“I couldn't do anything” he had said to you, crying into your chest. “All I have is this stupid eye”

“That eye…is what you can use to remember them,” you told him, lifting his face to see the eye that contained the Sharingan. “Fight with this eye, for Rin and Obito. What better way to remember them than to fight for what they taught you and gave you”

This was not the last night Kakashi came to your place, but it was the last he used the door. Kakashi would sneak into your room, already expecting him, you would open your arms for him to climb into. He would slide into your arms, holding you close, breathing in everything about you. He never pushed you away even though he worried you would die. He was always worried having people close would mean that they could die. You knew that having people close meant you were going to be stronger.

“Don't you dare push me away Hatake” you had yelled at him one day. You glared at him after catching up to him. He could see the anger in your eyes.

He had tried to avoid you all week, hoping you would let him go. He was so wrong. Kakashi was going to join the Anbu Black Ops. The Anbu tried to instill a sense of individuality and isolation in their soldiers, but it didn't work on Kakashi.

“I couldn't push you away if I tried Y/N” Kakashi said, walking over to you. He put out his hand and the two of you continued walking around the village.

Soon after joining the Anbu Kakashi insisted on moving in together. After confirming that he couldn't live without you, and had failed at pushing you away he knew he had to do this. Guy had also pushed him into it, saying it was the only way.

"I am telling you Kakakshi, you love this girl," he said to Kakashi. They sat in both at one of the restaurants, Guy had practically dragged Kakashi inside. "You should tell her, stop dancing around it"

"I can't..." Kakashi told him, "What is she..."

"She loves you back," Guy said with a wink, "Don't worry about that part one bit"

Remarkably, Kakashi listened.

“What?” you asked. Kakashi looked confused, even under the mask.

“Move in with me…as my girlfriend,” he said hesitantly. You were dumbfounded, completely caught off guard.

“I…of course I will,” You said, “I never thought you would be the first to ask”

“Guy said I had to make a move. Told me to stop dancing around it and tell you” Kakashi said, his eyes were at his feat. He was embarrassed to tell you all this, afraid you would find it weak. You thought the opposite.

“Well thank you to Guy then!” you said throwing your arms around Kakashi.

Guy always teased the two of you, even before Kakashi started calling you his girlfriend and long after. He always knew he had some help in getting Kakashi to own up to the fact that he wanted you as his.

“You two look great today” Guy would say, showing the two of you a thumbs up before dashing off. In his younger years, Kakashi and Guy had a heated rivalry, mostly one-sided. As they got older Kakashi started to recognize the rivalry and the friendship that came with it.

You found his antics to be hilarious, always bursting out in laughter whenever Guy was around. Your laughter has always been contagious, and soon Kakashi's students couldn't keep a straight face with you around. Sakura was always smiling at the two of you together, her ideas of love definitely were filed by you and Kakashis's relationship. Naruto however was your favorite, a goofball, and someone with more humor than yourself.

Everyone could see how keeping you around was good for Kakashi. You helped him, in small and big ways. You were the only person who truly understood Kakashi.

“You have always stood by my side” he had said to you on the day he became Hokage. He looked at you standing by his side, hand in hand. Matching rungs shone in the sunlight, and Kakashi's smile was more for you than for becoming Hokage.

“I always will,” you told him, squeezing his hand and telling him you wouldn't ever let go. It was the two of you taking on the world together. Forever by each other's sides.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #hatake kakashi #naruto #fanfic #naruto shippuden #uchiha obito #guy sensei

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delirious-donna · 1 month ago

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Chapter 2: The First Bite

pairing: vamp!Kakashi Hatake x female reader

“I’ll say this only once… tell me to stop and I will honour your request. I will leave and never return; you will think of me as a passing fantasy and no more. But…” He paused for a beat. “If I have you now, then I will return again and again.”

The house was perfect. Love at first sight. A long abandoned stately home would be the perfect place to plant your roots and focus on your writing. There's only one problem... someone already lives there, and he can't wait to meet you.

wc: 4.5k

tw: vampire AU, smut throughout, strangers to lovers, blood drinking, pervert Kakashi, dream sexy times, glove kink, male fully clothed, female close to naked, pussy eating, Kakashi hides his face cause he's a dummy, orgasm control, implied punishment, slight Dom vibes, clit pinching, nipple play, biting, reader described as curvy

Part One | Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Part Three

You awoke feeling more tired than when you went to bed the previous night.

Your body felt heavy and sluggish as you sat up from the warm cocoon of blankets twisted around you. The constant ringing of the alarm clock was shrill, setting your teeth on edge and sending a wave of irritation rippling through you.

It was unlike you to feel this grumpy come morning, yet you were unable to shake the uncharacteristic foul mood that had set in.

Flash-like memories of your dream kept popping into your head at the most inopportune moments. Errant visions of black gloves accosted you whilst arranging the wealth of books you called your personal library, distracting you enough to miss the edge of the shelf and resulting in a book landing on your foot with a thud. You cursed for being barefoot, hopping for a second and watching as a mark appeared from the corner of the spine that briefly imbedded into the top of your foot.

Continuing to grumble, you bent at the waist and grabbed up the offending book to examine it… ‘The Vampire Lestat’.

Smiling fondly, you pushed it into place with a resigned shake of your head. Would you ever be truly over your obsession with vampire fiction? Probably not. There would likely always be a part of you that held a candle for the many male vampire characters in the books you had favoured growing up and into early adulthood.

You would always be a sucker—pun intended—for those dark, brooding men and their beloved soulmates that always managed to reveal the good lurking in the recesses of their withered hearts.

Quite suddenly, the thought of one day writing your own novel with a vampire lead popped into your head. The question was… would your publisher go for it?

A thought for another time.

A time when you could better plot out a story and weigh up your odds in succeeding in a genre that you held close to your heart.

Kakashi spent the day engaged in a futile attempt to sleep.

The rage of being interrupted by that damn ringing alarm clock had come with the threat of ripping apart his concealed room, which, of course, might have revealed his presence to you. He might have been torn apart with burning annoyance when your mind had shoved him out, but he had no desire to put himself in a position of discovery—not yet.

He was not aided by your appalling choice in music.

The entire house was filled with the loud thumping bass that bothered his sensitive ears and soured his mood all the more. Not for the first time he punched at his pillow and watched feathers escape to flutter towards the floor. He had to calm down, that much he knew.

He wanted another chance to infiltrate your dreams and if you were to be put on alert by too many unidentified noises, it would be more difficult. There was also his bone deep concern over what actions he might take if he were to go to you in his current mood.

It wasn’t a risk worth taking.

Whilst there was undeniable thrill in instilling a hint of fear, that was a game to be played once you trusted him, once you knew you were safe in his capable hands. Kakashi had to develop that bond a little more before he played his hand. If he ever did… the mean little voice in his head whispered.

As the music penetrated every room of the grand house, he let out a sigh of relief when it changed to something softer, more melodic. A female voice sang of rainstorms and soft kisses, it was enough to finally allow the poor vampire the respite of sleep. The darkness approached, and he accepted it with open arms.

It was close to midnight when he awoke once more. His mind instantly sent out feelers for your presence, humming in contentment when he sensed you in the bathroom. Once he was certain you were decent, he was a gentleman after all, he sent a projection of himself to observe you silently.

He watched from his shadowy hiding place whilst you brushed your teeth and scowled at your reflection in the mirror for some unknowable reason. Without wasting time, he sent a pulse of power to the dratted alarm clock in the adjoining room, disabling the wretched thing with a smirk of satisfaction when it gave a low whine of failure.

The stage was set and now all he had to do was wait for you to climb into bed.

Kakashi’s fingers tightened into the sheets below him, fighting the natural, or unnatural, urge to go to you physically. In his head he knew that it was not yet time for that, it would be far too much to expect you to welcome him with open arms and an equally open mind to his rather unusual condition.

Instead, he watched as you exited the bathroom, an audible groan of appreciation rumbling out of his throat at the sight of you. Gone was the unflattering baggy t-shirt from the previous night, replaced by a black satin nightdress.

His mouth watered for a taste, gaze falling to the mid-thigh hem and the lace that edged the delicate garment. Your breasts moved naturally as you strode towards the bed dominating the room, plush thighs rubbing against one another and my god, he didn’t think you could look any more appetising. He couldn’t help but think that you had listened to his requests and that had him smiling to himself, excited for what was to come.

The heaviness of sleep pressed upon you quickly, far faster than last night and maybe that was your unspoken desire to see if you could recreate the scene from your dreams.

Your final thoughts, as you settled into the soft comfort of your bed, were that it seemed ridiculous to dress so alluringly at the hope for a chance at one more steamy dream with the mysterious stranger from the previous night…

Once again, you stood frozen in place. Your surroundings nothing but a black abyss that strangely didn’t feel unnerving in the way you thought it might. Casting your gaze downward, your body appeared dressed in the same nightdress you had gone to bed wearing. Your skin displayed in far too a revealing manner to be appropriate, and every inch tingled with awareness—waiting.

Just when you thought your impatience would get the better of you, a sudden presence made the hair on the nape of your neck stand on end. A shudder that spoke far more of pleasure than fear rippled down your spine.

A strong arm wrapped around your front, gloved fingers holding your upper arm firmly but not indelicately, until your back met the very solid front of the body behind you.

Your breathing hitched into your throat.

Your heart beating faster and faster.

The tickle of black fabric being drawn around your shoulders—a cape—aroused you further, a head of silver hair dropping to your shoulder, a rough voice by your ear.

“You listened. I can’t express how pleased that makes me,” he enthused with a noise you could only describe as a growl.

Only a barely heard whisper escaped. “W-who exactly are you?”

The graze of sharp teeth against the shell of your ear froze the breath in your throat. A heat so decadent you flushed from the embarrassment of it, pooled between the apex of your thighs. It was your same stranger, the very same man from the previous night and it seemed totally irrational that you should desire hearing his praise—his admiration.

A deep chuckle was the only response. His hands roamed freely over your body, unseen given the cover of the cape and that only made it hotter. Exploratory fingers inched towards the hem of your nightgown, rich cotton grazed your skin and left you with the involuntary thought of what his naked touch would be like. Would it be smooth or calloused, rough or gentle? So many variables, and each answer completely unknown.

“Won’t you answer me?”

In the next second, a blinding light fizzled and forced your eyelids closed, and that was the moment your back met a soft surface, gone was the sturdy body. Blinking, you realised you were in your bed, but the sheets were bunched and twisted like someone hid beneath them, by your legs.

With your heart thundering in your ears, you tried to throw the covers back only to discover your hands were held immobile above your head. There was no restraint, yet every attempt at lowering them failed, resulting with an amused chuckle from the lump beneath the sheets.

Warm breath fanned your skin, lips cooler than you thought possible peppered your thighs with soft wet kisses and left you feeling exposed in a deliciously forbidden way you had never felt before.

Your dream man came to rest between your thighs, prying them gently apart whenever you tried to keep them shut. There was no force, only the subtlest coaxing required to have you comply, and that charged your skin with a heat that washed from your head right down to your toes. His nose pressed against the delicate flesh of your inner thigh, inhaling in a way that you could only describe as scenting. The result was a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest and created a decedent moisture only a few inches from his face.

Those gloved hands moved the satin hem of your nightdress higher, teasingly slow and deliberate until you knew the cotton of your underwear was entirely exposed. Your ragged panting rang through the air, neck straining as you tried to lift your head and look down the line of your body although there was nothing to see but the bedsheets.

A heated whisper stalled the breath in your throat, all movement paused as if the moment was suspended into a bubble impenetrable by time and space.

The words sent a storm of sensations and emotions through your mind and body, fear of the unknown mingled in a strange dance with unadulterated lust. It left you squirming against the invisible bonds and your mind reeling over the implications of what was heavily implied by his words.

Would you give yourself to this man? Not just right now, but at any time he saw fit. Did he even exist or was this some elaborate plot concocted by the depths of your subconscious? What sane person would agree to such terms? But if it was only in your dreams… where was the harm?

You couldn’t deny the desire to uncover what would happen if you agreed to his proposal any longer. Taking the bull by the horns—metaphorically, of course—you yelled your agreement whilst your toes curled into the mattress with anticipation.

He smiled against your skin, the sharp points of his teeth grazing carefully over the area where the vein located in your inner thigh resided. The cool sensation of his lips pressing wet kisses had you shudder, excitement running the length of your spine whilst heat pooled at your core, soaking the cotton. Your fantasy lover moved with the grace of a predator, stalking its prey until the ridge of his nose rubbed against the damp seat of your underwear.

A shiver coursed his spine as he nuzzled your arousal-soaked panties, fingers curling into the waistband and peeling them down your legs until they seemed to melt into nonexistence. He ran his thumb across your mound and lower to part your folds. It was followed almost immediately by the brush of his tongue.

Your spine arched, the invisible bindings tightening around your wrists but not painfully so, simply a reminder that you were captured and at the mercy of your mysterious lover. In truth, you weren’t seeking freedom to run from the sensations racking your body, but instead, you longed to card your fingers through his hair. You wanted to tug him closer when his tongue swirled around and around your clit, teasing you mercilessly…

With time, what had started as tentative became demanding.

A deep knot of pleasure grew steadily in the pit of your stomach, twisting tighter with the vigour with which he kissed, licked and sucked at your pussy. The deep guttural groans that resounded loudly from his throat simply added to the experience, the vibrations ripping mewls of delight from your mouth until you were panting hard.

Time seemed to suspend, frozen in a moment that you had no desire to ever escape from. Just as you were becoming accustomed to the way he made out with your pussy; he changed things up. Two gloved fingers slid over your skin, collecting the saliva and arousal until they were slippery and notched at your entrance. They thrust roughly past the first few inches of resistance, stretching your hole to accommodation and you flushed furiously at how willingly your body yielded to the intrusion.

The methodical curling motion had him pressing up against your swollen, gummy pleasure spot in rapid succession—over and over without faltering—until you were panting out heavy breaths that told far more than you wanted.

As if he could read your thoughts, a commanding growl cut through the air. “Don’t cum. Do you hear me?”

When you didn’t immediately answer, you felt a pinching sensation as your clit was assaulted wordlessly. You squeaked and wriggled until a palm weighed flush atop your abdomen. What came next startled you far more than anything up to this point… your name flowed past their lips with a sound like velvet brushing hardwood.

“… answer me.”

“How? Oh, fuck! I won’t… ah—it’s hard! Wanna so bad.” Your alarmed confusion meddled with the exertion of keeping your orgasm at bay, the pit of pleasure twisting your insides into knots.

A pleased hum brushed your core, the lick of his tongue painting the inside of your thigh followed by a sharp nip and another more forceful lick to drive away the sting.

“Atta girl.”

It was all you could do to hold onto your sanity. With the continued precise movements rubbing and prodding at your g-spot, your vision winked with vivid stars. The desire to squeeze your thighs closed was almost overwhelming, even though you knew full well it would never be allowed. You were being plied with the most deliciously erotic experience in your life and for some unfathomable reason, you wanted to please him.

You wanted to please this perfect stranger. A stranger who you had only caught the briefest glimpses of. Why were you so intrigued by them? It felt like a magnetic draw, a thread of something you couldn’t name weaving around you to bind yourself to him, and where there should have been fear… it was absent.

It was obvious to you both that you would not last much longer. You were straying perilously past your limit, and with the first display of mercy, he ended your torment. Soft as petal lips suckled your throbbing clit, drawing the bud into his mouth and caressing it with firm care until you finally fell apart.

A void so black you didn’t know which way was up or down greeted you. All you could hear were your own anguished cries of bliss, the pleasure spreading out like shockwaves through a body of water. They rippled from your centre to the tips of your fingers and toes, bringing with them the sheer magnitude of an orgasm unlike any you had experienced before.

Slowly, your senses returned and tripped you into the warm embrace of being licked so thoroughly that you were certain he hadn’t missed a single drop of your arousal. Your skin tingled from the start of overstimulation, hips wriggling for a fraction of reprieve that didn’t come.

Your highly sensitive skin continued to be tortured; his tongue, teeth and slick-soaked fingers working in tandem to pull a pathetic wail from your throat. Only then did he hum in satisfaction, the strokes softening and slowing until they were merely pets of contentment.

The covers rustled, once forgotten now they were the sole focus of your attention. Your eyes shot wide, glancing down the line of your heaving body to spy a head of messy silver hair. Afraid if you blinked you would miss it, you willed your eyes to stay open as the man between your thighs lifted his head. Intense charcoal eyes burrowed into you, holding your gaze until the slightest crinkle formed at the outside corners. A thin black mask hid the lower half of his face, the fabric darker around the contours of his mouth from the juices you had leaked, and he had hungrily lapped up.

He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, and you couldn’t even see all of him.

The outline of a strong jaw caught your attention, your gaze flicking over his features with an appreciation you didn’t think possible. Those dark eyes hooded over, the sleek silver of his eyebrow rising like he knew exactly what you were thinking—and not for the first time. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

“To answer your earlier question, I am Kakashi Hatake. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he purred the last sentiment whilst his heated gaze roamed your face and down the side of your neck to stop just short of ogling your décolletage.

The man named Kakashi moved too quickly for you to follow. His masked face was now mere inches from yours, the smell of him mingled with the tantalising aroma of your own arousal. It coaxed you to inhale more deeply, the warm fragrance of summer sunsets and cherry blossoms in bloom sparked in your mind.

He rubbed his nose along yours before moving towards your neck and collarbone. Speaking directly into your skin, the fine hairs raised into a march of goosebumps. “I’m afraid you’ve been rather naughty, my dear. I do hope you’ll take your punishment like a good girl, you will, won’t you?”

A tendril of fear unfurled in your stomach; eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He spoke so softly, yet the words were heated and held promise of retribution. Your wrists rubbed together as your fight or flight response kicked into gear, resulting in a dark rumble of laughter that further twisted your stomach into knots.

“What do you mean?”

Kakashi slipped a finger beneath the thin strap of your nightgown, toying with it whilst he met your puzzled stare with mischief burning in those expressive grey eyes.

“Well… I think I made it perfectly clear that you were to hold your orgasm, and what did you do?” He crooned at you, voice teasingly sweet.

“I-I couldn’t! You were deliberately—aah!” The rest of your rebuttal died with your yelp of surprise. One smooth movement and your dream partner had snapped the strap he had been playing with and moved to repeat the process on the other one.

“Tsk tsk. Are you really arguing with me when I just spent the better half of my night drinking down your arousal?”

Your chin angled in a way that had you been in your right mind, you knew it would appear petulant. Kakashi wasn’t going to overlook it, and you would find that out. He grasped at your chin, bringing your gaze back to him, canting his head with a subtle disbelieving shake. If you didn’t hear the quiet huff of laughter, you might have thought he was truly mad.

“Mind your manners, sweetheart. I’m not always this lenient,” he intoned calmly.

You sighed— breathless, compliant—so unlike the norm. What harm would it do to further submit to him? You wanted to. You wouldn’t admit it, even to yourself, but you wanted to see what might happen next.

Mesmerised, you watched as those gloved fingers curled into the low neckline of your nightwear, pulling it down until it covered barely your midriff. Your skin tingled; nipples tightening into stiff peaks from his hungry gaze alone. His forefinger circled around your areola, hummed appreciation twisting your stomach into knots so complex that even the most adept sailor would struggle to untie them.

“Beautiful. So sensitive. Do you like to have them sucked? Oh…” Kakashi groaned when you whimpered in reply, your spine arching from the sheets in anticipation.

“Do you always speak such filth?”

Instead of answering, he dipped his head and lowered his mask, suckling a tender bud into his mouth. His lips were cool but his tongue molten hot. The contrast was a delicious surprise that stole the air from your lungs, and only stoked your desires to be able to thread your fingers through his hair.

Would you push him away or tug him closer? Was that even a question you needed to ask yourself? No. You knew that given the choice you would card through the silver forest of his hair until you were forcing him closer and closer.

With a deliberate wet pop, he released your taut nipple, nosing at the swollen skin and turning his face up to you slowly after pulling the mask back into place. The oxygen froze in your chest, your throat constricted and blood pumping noisily through your veins.

You were met with red eyes.

Blood red.

Crimson.

Carmine.

Vermillion.

Scarlet.

Every possible shade of red flitted through his irises, the swollen black pupils blown but not enough to disguise the stark colour staring intently at you.

“W-who are you?”

Again, he refused to answer. Truthfully, there wasn’t an answer in the universe that would turn your world the right way up. Aroused and puzzled. Excited and terrified. It was exhausting, even if you were meant to be at rest.

Kakashi returned his attention to your breasts, palms cupping them gently so that he could lavish his attention on every possible part. He nipped, sucked, kissed and blew variations of hot and cold air onto your burning hot flesh.

This was supposed to be a punishment, and yet the only thing you could find remotely punishing was his continued refusal to answer you. Instead, he cooed at you, lulling you into a sense of safety that should have raised your internal alarm.

Another orgasm stormed near.

Your hips undulated beneath him, working your pelvis against his body. Kakashi tensed; his entire body growing as rigid as the hard length you could feel cradled against your lower abdomen. He let out a hiss through his teeth, eyes screwing shut when you didn’t pause in your teasing of his erection. He was certain you would mewl and beg to be fucked if he kept going, but not now.

Not this time.

His hunger was palpable. You could feel it vibrating though his bones, not that you understood, but you would. Kakashi was a monster, he didn’t deserve the fruits of your body, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to taste you, even if this wasn’t *actually* real. That was a minor detail still to be corrected.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered so quietly you missed the sentiment entirely.

Your eyebrows knit together, sensing something was amiss. Before you could ask, he pounced.

A searing pain flashed through you. Heat and the sensation of your skin being ripped open by a surgeon’s scalpel dissipated almost immediately. It was replaced with an unrivalled euphoria. Kakashi’s commanding voice spoke inside your mind, he guided you through the pleasure as it took over your body and your breathing became erratic.

“Look,” he demanded, “see for yourself the beast I am.”

As if on puppet strings, you obeyed. Your eyes flew open to watch as a heavy trickle of thick, dark blood escaped the seam of his lips, curving over the swell of your breast and disappearing to the sheets below.

There was a revelation on the edge of your periphery but no matter how hard you tried to grasp it, you couldn’t. It was as if your fingers passed straight through it. Either that or your brain refused to accept it.

Your breathing turned shallow, bliss overshadowing everything else until your mind slipped away entirely. The sight was erotic, whether you accepted it or not.

Kakashi locked his gaze with yours, and it felt like watching a war in those vermillion eyes as they drained back to their original steel grey. It made you want to reach out your hand in the hopes of understanding him better. Why were you projecting such complex emotions onto a fantasy lover? It made no sense.

There was no time to process anything further; your vision blacking out like an old-fashioned television being turned off, the picture receding until it was merely a single dot before winking out.

You had passed out.

In the cramped recesses of his hidden room, Kakashi opened his eyes with a start. He fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, teeth tearing away his gloves so he could feel skin on skin and pretend it was you.

His cock strained and pulsed into his fist, fingers ringing the base and stroking the length with languid movements. Precum had leaked down his shaft during his encounter with you, and it took only three or four passes of his hand to release the pressure in his heavy balls.

It was a painful orgasm, drawn out and messy. Cum stained his fingers, thighs, even splashing far enough to stain his black waistcoat. Powerful shudders of pain and relief coursed his spine, and his gums tingled with the want to bite.

He found his pillow and brought it to his mouth, savaging the fabric until feathers spun in the air in a frantic dance. It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do. There was no taste from the blood he had enacted taking from you, no flavour profile to be studied like one might do if sampling wine.

God, you were in trouble. So much trouble and you didn’t understand. There wouldn’t be any stopping him if he took what he desired, and he warred with himself.

Monster.

The title repeated like a mantra until he had to lie down and close his eyes. You wouldn’t want him if you knew, if you truly knew.

A vampire… could be loved, of that he was certain, but he was a broken vampire. No one could love him and until now he had accepted that fate. The wish inside his withered heart whispered its poisonous desire until he was sick from it.

Now… he wanted you to prove him wrong.

#delirious writes #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi smut #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi hatake smut #vamp au

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anyon-else · 3 months ago

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I Am Your Lover and I Am Your Jailor (The Red Room pt.16) | You're finally free from Orochimaru and the Red Room; however, things have become more complicated now that SHIELD knows of your existence. (Marvel AU) – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Kakashi Hatake x Black Widow!Reader + Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Naturo Uzumaki, Tsunade Senju, Genma Shiranui, Danzo Shimura

Warnings | female!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, violence, this is a lore-heavy chapter (if anyone wants to know more about my sources for marvel-related lore, leave a comment!)

Word count | 11k

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"The cage is open. You can walk out anytime you want. Why are you still in there?"

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

"I thought you weren't allowed to come here."

You hoped you didn't sound like you were complaining. You were more than used to spending time behind iron bars, but that didn't make it any less unpleasant each time you wound up in a cell.

"I'm not," Kakashi shrugged from where he sat on the other side of the bars. He had come in quietly, putting a finger to his lips until he'd gotten to your cell in the middle of the long corridor. Now you sat side by side against the metal, trying to ignore your proximity to him in favor of staring intently at the cracks in the opposite wall, "but I'm one of the Director's favorites. She's...turning a blind eye, at the moment."

"Sounds like an abuse of power."

He laughed. The sound surrounded you like a warm blanket that you felt desperate to keep wrapped around your shoulders. You wished you had the strength to push it off and leave that warmth behind for his sake.

"Probably," he said quietly, glancing at the cameras on either side of the corridor, then at the one in the corner of your cell, "but I'm cashing in some favors."

Why?

The question was on the tip of your tongue, and while you restrained yourself from voicing it, Kakashi seemed to sense your worry from your expression.

He shifted before you could come up with a better response, and you held your breath when he lifted a hand and slipped it between the bars. He rested it next to yours with a casualness that you envied.

"I thought Sakura was going to level the building when I told her she couldn't come with me to see you," he smiled, "Sasuke and Naruto didn't do much to help me talk her down."

You pictured the three of them with a fondness that made your heart ache. You missed Sakura often, but recently you'd realized that you missed Sasuke and Naruto nearly as much. You missed their bickering and their fierce protectiveness of one another. You missed feeling like you were a part of the family they'd built for themselves.

You hadn't even known what you'd been missing until a few days ago, but your memories had returned to you in a wave of sorrow and longing and desperation. Part of you wished you were still ignorant to what you'd lost.

"How are they?" you whispered, the memory of Sakura's angry shouts as you were led through SHIELD's headquarters in handcuffs still fresh in your mind. She'd been held back by Sasuke and Naruto and swiftly blocked from your view by an older agent you didn't recognize, but her demands had been audible until you'd reached the cell block.

"They're worried about you," he said lowly. "Sakura is refusing to leave headquarters until Tsunade lets her see you. She's furious."

You hummed. Despite your desire to see her too, you felt yourself relaxing at the confirmation that she was safe.

"Naruto and Sasuke are worried too," he said softly. You glanced at him, trying to hide your surprise. "They've been trying to convince Tsunade to let you out, even if it's just for a short time. They want to make sure you're okay."

Again, the general question of why floated through your mind, but one look at Kakashi told you that he knew what you were thinking. You scowled at him, shaking your head and ignoring the infuriating look on his face. Eyebrows raised and lips titled upwards just enough to be noticeable, his expression seemed to be daring you to speak the question aloud.

"Don't look at me like that," you grumbled.

"Then stop thinking so hard," he retorted, shifting his hand just enough that his finger was resting over yours. You swallowed, closing your eyes and trying very hard to do as he said.

He's not making it very easy...

"What else am I supposed to think about?" you asked quietly, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your chin against them. Kakashi studied you for a long moment, and you closed your eyes to try and block his stare from your view.

"If you could travel to one place, anywhere in the world, where would you go?"

You glanced at him. The question itself was innocent enough—an attempt to distraction, perhaps—but it still made your chest sink. To think of the future now, when it was still so uncertain, only made anxiety bubble in your chest.

"I've been enough places to last a lifetime."

The Siberian mountains where you felt the first sting of betrayal and the painful slice of a blade across your face. Deep beneath German soil where some of HYDRA's first compounds were built. In Japanese training facilities where Orochimaru worked. In the American suburbs where you went on your first and only mission with Sakura.

"Maa," he huffed, shifting closer to you and leaning his head against the bars, "there has to be somewhere."

You sighed, closing yours eyes again and attempting to picture yourself at peace. You tried to visualize it and identify what you'd come up with.

You weren't entirely surprised by the image that came to mind

In your thoughts wasn't a specific location, but a memory of talking to Sakura without fearing punishment from Orochimaru. Of sparring with Sasuke without life and death on the line. Of listening to Naruto's stories about when the three of them were younger and free of their burdens.

Of laying next to Kakashi and finally being free of your own.

You wanted that feeling back. It didn't matter where you found it as long as it was there with you.

Impossible, you shook the thought away, I've tried to hold onto that life once already. I know better now.

"Somewhere peaceful," you finally answered, swallowing down the lump in your throat, "near the water. I'd want to just...sit and watch the sky for hours. That would make me happy, I think."

You wanted to tell him that it would only make you happy if he was there with you. You wanted and wanted and wanted.

It was too much. You felt like unfulfilled desire was consuming you, feasting on your rotten soul when it found nothing else to satiate its hunger.

"Hm," Kakashi smiled, satisfied enough with your answer to pull his eyes away, "that sounds nice."

It did. It sounded wonderful.

"Beg me for your life."

You squeezed your eyes shut, pulling your hand from Kakashi's and ignoring the question in his gentle gaze.

"Why do you think you deserve to live?"

Peace was a lovely thing to imagine. But a dream was all it would ever be.

Someone like you was not meant for peace. After what you'd done, you finally understood that.

"You should go check on the others," you whispered, throat drying as the words left your lips. You wished you were strong enough to let him stay—to be with him when he was here, wanting to spend his time with you despite the bars separating you.

But if he knew how cruel you'd been—how similar you'd become to Orochimaru...it was a difficult thought to accept, but you couldn't ignore the truth of it.

You would not allow him to be tainted by the same darkness that had begun to consume you. It was an evil that you'd been exposed to your whole life, and now it was finally seeping into you, becoming one with your blood and bones. You felt it like hard steel in your veins, making your limbs heavier than ever before.

You had already allowed yourself to succumb to it once. You'd given in to your selfish desire for revenge and treated Orochimaru with the same cruelty that he'd shown you your whole life. You alone knew the nature of your crime, and you alone had to bear its weight.

You would not allow it to spread to Kakashi and the others. You would not allow them to see it consume you like it had consumed Orochimaru.

That darkness was yours to contain. You were nothing but a reminder of a past that they would surely want to let go of. You had played your role, and they had played theirs. Despite how much it would hurt, there was nothing left to do but let them go.

"Are you sure?" Kakashi asked quietly.

You swallowed. You both knew that the answer was no. Really, you had never been less sure of anything. All your life, you'd been told how to act and speak and behave. You'd been told how to feel.

You'd never fully appreciated how complex deciding those things could be when you were left to manage them on your own.

Still, you steeled yourself. This wasn't about what you wanted. Just as it had been when Sakura's life was on the line, this was about what needed to be done.

"Yes," you said, meeting his eyes and ignoring the painful throbbing in your chest and the bitter taste of a lie on your tongue, "I'm sure."

"We'll start easy. What's your name?"

"Y/N Y/L/N."

There were two desks cramping your interrogation room. At the first, you and the Director of SHIELD—Tsunade Senju—sat facing one another. The second was smaller with a polygraph machine positioned in the middle. Tsunade glanced over your shoulder at the man sitting behind it for confirmation. First a question to make sure the machine is calibrated, she'd said, and then we can start.

Your skin had crawled as Tsunade adjusted each of the components of the machine on your body just minutes earlier. She'd insisted upon doing it herself, declining the male agent's offer to do the menial task for her.

You knew she could feel your glare as she worked, and her indifference to your hostility was commendable. Your hands twitched each time she touched them with the urge to wrap them around her throat, but she never once took a break or even paused to ensure you weren't moments away from acting on your violent reflexes.

It inspired enough respect for her that you'd cooperated until she had taken her seat across from you.

"Good," she said after a moment, opening a file with your picture in the top corner and your name typed out next to it. You swallowed as you stared at the girl in the photo, wondering if you'd really changed so much since leaving with Orochimaru all those months ago.

Her eyes weren't gaunt like yours were now. You'd lost weight since the photo was taken—it looked like it was from before you'd even met Kakashi. She'd likely found it deep within HYDRA's databases. The eyes of the girl in that photo, while hardened by the Red Room, weren't lifeless.

Looking in the mirror now, you felt like a completely different person.

Had the others noticed it too?

You shook the thought away. That didn't matter now.

"I'm going to ask you some questions about the Red Room," she told you, "if you're willing to talk about it."

You blinked at her. You weren't under the impression that you had a choice, but this could very well be a farce to gain your trust. She glanced down at your file with interest, unfazed by your silence.

"Kakashi has filled me in on your time with him and his students," she said, "but I'm rather in the dark when it comes to your life before that."

She paused, and you quirked a brow at the expectant look on her face.

"What parts are you interested in?"

"Whichever parts you're willing to share."

You almost barked out a laugh. This was too easy. Too...balanced. You knew what an interrogation looked like. You knew what one felt like. Everything about this room told you that the questions to come would be interspersed with violence and punishment, but Tsunade was treating you like an equal. Like you had value to her.

Orochimaru had treated you like that, once. He'd very nearly convinced you that you were worth more to him than a mindless, robotic assassin.

You would not make the same mistake twice.

"I don't have any reason to talk to you," you sneered.

Old lessons about this woman and her efforts to destroy HYDRA—and with it, you—flared to life in the back of your mind. You tried to push them back, but the voice pleading with you to give this woman anything but the truth was far more powerful than your tired attempts at ignoring it.

"Alright," Tsunade responded lightly, tapping her fingers against the table. Mercifully, the drumming kept you distracted enough that you could focus on the steady beat rather than the anger slowly building in your chest. The sound kept you from slipping too far into the depths of your tempestuous thoughts. Your mind was an unstable place. You did not want to be alone with it for too long. "Then I'm prepared to negotiate."

Hesitantly, you met her eyes, becoming increasingly wary of her intentions. This was not the same woman who had been called evil over and over again in the Red Room. She almost reminded you of Sakura.

You scowled. That realization was doing nothing to aid in your attempts to appear indifferent.

"Agent Hatake's students have been fighting for your immediate release into their custody. In fact, they've refused to leave this building until their demands are fulfilled."

This information was still just as surprising as it had been when Kakashi gave it to you. You tried not to let it show on your face, and if Tsunade saw any changes in your expression, she ignored them.

"There are also those—myself included—who are wary about releasing you for the foreseeable future. I'm sure you understand the liability you would become to us if you are still loyal to HYDRA. Some within SHIELD are even calling for your immediate imprisonment. Of course, in any case you would stand trial, but you know how these things go."

You didn't, but you remained silent. Tsunade sighed, resting her chin in her palm as her other hand continued to drum against the table.

"Your cooperation could be a deciding factor in what your future looks like. I'm inclined to trust Kakashi and his students' account of your actions in the past year, but their word alone will not be enough. Loyalty, as I'm sure you know, is earned."

"What makes you think I'd want to be loyal to you?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at Tsunade. Her fingers paused, and the room fell silent.

"I'd suggest treading very carefully," she warned, voice low. You paused when she glanced at the one-sided glass behind you and wondered who was listening on the other side. You wondered if the people watching were the ones who wanted to see you put behind bars, "I'm doing my best to help you."

Why? Why would you help me? You don't even know me. You don't know who I am or what I've done. Am I not your enemy?

Which means, you thought, eyes hardening at the placating expression on the Director's face, that this must be a trick.

"I understand your hesitation, but your cooperation is very important."

You watched Tsunade for a very long moment, letting the silence stretch between you once again. What could you have that could possibly be of any value to her? How much were you really worth to her?

"I'll cooperate if you can guarantee that Kakashi won't be punished for any of this."

Tsunade paused, hesitation making a split-second appearance on her face for the first time since she'd sat down. She glanced at the glass again.

"I can't give you any guarantees," she finally conceded. You narrowed your eyes. Of course. Nothing could ever be that easy. No promises would be made because no promises would be fulfilled. She would try to keep them safe. She'd do everything she could, but all that meant was that you were giving yourself up for free. She had no intentions of delivering on her word, promise or otherwise, "but maybe we can come to a compromise."

"I'm not interested in anything else," you sneered, "and I don't believe in compromise."

If she was frustrated with how uncooperative you were being, she was doing a good job of hiding it. Her fingers continued to drum against the table, and the rhythm of it was beginning to lull you into a false sense of security.

"Fine."

You weren't sure how to respond to her dismissal, but she was turning from you before you got the chance. You remained seated, handcuffed to the table and left to watch as Tsunade moved towards the door. The agent you'd come to know as Genma stood waiting for her when she opened it, key in hand. He bowed to Tsunade as she passed, then slumped into the room with a deep scowl.

You pushed your hands towards him, ignoring the glare he shot your way as the cuffs fell from your wrists and the attachments from the polygraph were tugged crudely from your hands and waist.

You glared at the man's hands as they detached you from your seat, then took a step back to let you stand of your own accord. With little decorum, but tugged your hands behind your back once again and attached the same handcuffs that had locked you to the table to your wrists once again, guiding you forward with a nudge to your shoulder.

"She's insolent," you heard as you stepped through the door behind Genma. Danzo met your eyes with a scowl, and you stared back at him blankly. Genma halted, tugging on your arm hard enough that you stopped as well. Both of you faced Danzo, while Tsunade stood immovably in between.

"Agent Danzo," you said lightly, bowing your head to the older man. He scoffed.

"This is absurd," he huffed, "Tsunade, if you continue with this...this ridiculous idea of yours, then–"

"Careful, Danzo," Tsunade cut him off, face the picture of composure. You studied her curiously, comparing her expression to the rage beginning to overtake Danzo's. "I'm still your Director."

Danzo stilled, and several emotions crossed over his face before he settled back on practiced frustration.

"Even you have your superiors," Danzo grumbled, giving her one last glare before he shoved past you, shoulder connecting hard with yours. You watched him go until he had turned a corner, then faced forward as Genma continued to lead you in the opposite direction.

"Hold on," Tsunade said behind you. You paused, glancing back at her

"Thank you for taking the time to speak to me," she said, her neutral expression giving away nothing of the true intention behind her words. You watched her with suspicion—prisoners weren't generally thanked for speaking with their captors.

Who is this woman?

Tsunade held a hand out for you to take, tilted downwards ever-so-slightly. You narrowed your eyes at the offering—you were beginning to see a certain danger in falling for this woman's placating words.

You nearly jumped when your hand met hers. Rather than the meeting of palms that you'd expected, cold metal sent a shock through your system. The metal was small enough that it was covered by your palm, and Tsunade slid her hand away carefully, leaving whatever she'd given you pressed firmly against your palm. You swallowed, watching her unchanging expression as she turned away for the final time.

You took a steadying breath, slipping the metal into your pocket and continuing forward, keeping your eyes locked on the floor in front of you. Genma led you silently through the back halls of the building until you reached the cell block. It was empty save for you, and your footsteps echoed against the concrete in the deep silence consuming the room.

"Your meal will be ready in an hour," he told you when he'd reached your cell. It let out a soft beep as he pressed a card against the keypad, then the door unlatched and creaked open. "Need anything?"

You shook your head. It didn't take long for him to turn and stride from the hall after giving your cell a quick scan. The door to the cell block fell shut behind him and locked with a click. Still, you sat in silence on your firm mattress for at least ten minutes before you felt safe enough to move.

You laid back on your bed, picking up one of the untouched books that had been left for you and opening it to the first page. The first sentence read, "It was a pleasure to burn."

Funny, you thought, closing the book and studying the bold Fahrenheit 51 on the cover.

"Interesting choice for a jail cell," you muttered.

Another few minutes passed. You'd flipped to the fifth page by the time you decided that you looked inconspicuous enough that you could inspect the object in your pocket.

There was a camera in the front left corner of the cell, mounted on the concrete and keeping a watchful eye on you throughout the day, As always, a green light glowed steadily on the lense's rim, telling you that it was on and recording your movements. You didn't risk a glance in its direction, but turned on your side, one hand holding the book and the other bent behind you, out of sight from the camera. You slipped it into your pocket, relieved to feel the metal still safely tucked away, and continued to shift. As you lifted your other hand up to hold the book, the metal held carefully between your fingers, you turned back towards the camera so that the book blocked both your face and the card that you'd slipped between the pages.

Pressed against the paper now was a sleek, silver card with a small note taped to it. Its upper edge underlined Clarisse McClellan's declaration, "You know, I'm not afraid of you at all."

You slid the card further down the page and, from the corner of your eye, saw her continued, "You're just a man, after all..."

You swallowed, heart pounding as you stared at what was in your hand.

This was the same type of card that Genma had been using to let you in and out of your cell. It was the card that most agents had on their person at all times.

It was the same type of card that Kakashi had used the day you met him. During that first meeting, you'd been separated by bars just like these.

The note was the size of the card, and you thumbed at one side of the tape carefully until it was hanging precariously from the bottom edge. The paper opened enough that you could press a finger in its fold, opening it flat against the book

You'd begun to relax after your interrogation with Tsunade. The tension had melted from your sore limbs, and your heart had finally begun beating at a normal pace. However, when you looked at the words on the page, it nearly stopped beating altogether.

The card will work on your cell door and the door to the cell block. After your meal, you will see the light on the security camera turn off. Come back to the room we spoke in earlier.

I trust that you won't use it for any other purpose.

You stared at the note for a long time after reading it. Eventually, the letters began to blur on the page, so you blinked away the haze and studied the page again.

This couldn't have been real. It must've been some sort of trick—perhaps none of this was real, and you were still with Orochimaru. The thought was visceral enough that phantom shocks of electricity flowed through your veins.

No, you thought with certainty as the feeling faded, I can't keep tricking myself. This is real. And I have to face it.

You almost forgot what the actual contents of the note were in your shock, and you forced yourself to read it again and again until you could finally digest what it was that you were looking at.

The request Tsunade was making was inconsequential compared to what the letters themselves revealed.

The words, written carefully and meticulously in straight lines across the paper, were encrypted using the code known only to Black Widows.

You and Tsuande had been staring at one another in silence for at least two minutes.

Tsunade couldn't help but feel slightly amused as you studied her; you were clearly trying to decide whether or not she looked like she'd been raised in the Red Room. Whether her scars were consistent with your own. Whether the hardness of her gaze was the product of the same machine that had created you.

It's typical, she thought, for a Widow to think that way.

"I'm glad you were able to decode my note," she finally began, meeting you at the door of her office. You took a step back at her approach, and she paused. "I wasn't sure if the cipher would be the same."

You didn't move from the doorway, continuing your careful inspection of her as if she was a ticking bomb.

She, in turn, did the same. She hadn't seen you standing at your full height before, and she took a moment to study your physique. If you were going to attack her, she'd prefer to know what she was up against.

She wasn't entirely concerned by what she saw.

At full strength, you would've been a problem for her, but you were clearly exhausted. Your eyes were sunken and framed by deep, dark bags. You were tense, but not standing fully upright. You were focused, but there was a tiredness in your eyes that assured Tsunade that you would not get very far in a physical confrontation in your current state.

"Come inside," she finally said, slipping into the room before you could offer any form of protest, "we'll speak in my office."

There was a momentary silence save for the quiet tapping of her shoes on the tiled floor. Then, behind her, a second, quieter tapping began as you followed her deeper into her office.

She sat in the tall chair behind her desk with a labored sigh, feeling your suspicious eyes on her even as she relaxed into the cushioned seat. Then, with little decorum and no warning, she held an expectant hand towards you. You continued to stare, eyes hardening at the seemingly unthreatening gesture.

"The gun," she ordered, tone leaving no room for deception or refusal. Your eyes widened just slightly, jaw clenching and frustrated gaze focused on her outstretched hand. You were looking at her as if she'd planted the gun on you herself.

You reached into your waistband slowly and pulled a handgun from it—one that she could only assume was loaded. She recognized it as one of the standard-issued guns carried by most field agents and wondered if you'd found it by itself, or if you'd found its owner. She made a mental note to check the hall for unconscious bodies, refusing to consider the alternative.

You clicked the safety off, finger far from the trigger, but kept a tight grip on the weapon's handle.

"Fine," Tsunade sighed, taking a seat behind her desk. "Do what you want. Shoot me, and Danzo takes my place. He won't be as kind to you as I've been."

"Who are you?"

"Tsunade Senju," she responded easily, "Director of SHIELD's Japanese branch."

"You're lying," you spit between clenched teeth, "you're HYDRA."

She'd expected such an accusation. After all, her message had been intentionally vague. Part of her had hoped that you would've put a bit more faith in her than that, but she supposed you had no reason to do so. You didn't know that she'd known Kakashi since he was just a boy. You didn't know that she'd helped raise Sakura.

"One thing you should know about me," Tsunade responded coolly, interrupting your clearly spiraling thoughts, "is that I have never served HYDRA, and I do not plan to do so in the future. So you can put that gun away before you decide to become a real problem for me."

You scowled, clearly frustrated by the upper hand she had over you, She tried not to look surprised when you slid the gun across her desk towards her and took a seat in the chair on the opposite side.

"If you're not HYDRA, then what are you?"

She's nearly as bad at conversation as Sasuke, Tsunade thought, already exasperated.

"It's like you said before," she shrugged, ignoring your steady, ever-consistent glare, "'I have no reason to talk to you.'"

You began to stand, but she held a hand up. You froze, staring at her outstretched palm as if she'd picked the gun up from the table and pointed it at you.

"Sit down," she ordered calmly. You hesitated, but eventually did as she said, slumping back into the chair with a scowl.

"Kakashi is one of my best agents," she said. You perked up at the name, eyes flicking up to hers and back straightening just enough to be noticeable. She had to fight a smile, covering her mouth and clearing her throat. You were also about as obvious as Kakashi was whenever she mentioned you to him. You both looked like lovesick puppies, which was ironic considering you were likely two of the deadliest people she knew, "and I've put my life in his hands more than once. He hasn't broken my trust yet, so I've chosen to believe that he had Sakura's best interest in mind when he chose to give you asylum."

Kakashi's explanation of the events that led up to that decision had been deceptively emotionless. He'd told her about Sakura's resistance to her rescue and refusal to leave the Red Room without you. About your hostility towards him until you saw that Sakura was safe, and about your decision to leave to make sure she stayed that way.

All things considered, she knew she would've done the same thing. But that didn't make her position any less difficult.

"However, SHIELD is not a dictatorship. My decision will carry weight, but I've tried to bring us back to a place of cooperation compared to previous leadership."

The confusion that flashed very briefly across your expression should not have been surprising, but it was still disappointing to see how deeply HYDRA had their claws in the Widows.

"HYDRA is a fascist organization. It operates based on discipline and punishment. Theoretically, SHIELD is different. We run based on trust."

"'Theoretically,'" you echoed, eyes narrowed.

"Nothing really ever runs like it's supposed to, does it?" she asked. "Orochimaru knew that. It's why he left SHIELD."

Tsunade watched with only slight amusement as a myriad of emotions appeared on your face. She'd expected that he wouldn't have mentioned his past with SHIELD to the people he was attempting to indoctrinate.

She noted with only slight concern that you looked moments away from keeling over.

"What are you talking about?" you whispered.

"Ah, see, this is what I meant when I asked for compromise. I've given you valuable information. If you want more of it, you're going to have to return the favor."

"I..." you began, though you quickly closed your mouth and looked away from her with a deep scowl. "What could I possibly know that would be valuable to you?"

"Plenty," she responded easily. "You can get me closer to HYDRA. You can tell me about their operations and their leadership. You can tell me what they did to Sakura so I know how to help her."

You glanced up at the mention of the girl, curiosity breaking through your carefully built defenses.

"Kakashi may have primary responsibility for her care and training, but everything she knows about medicine, she learned from me."

That's right, Tsunade thought as you processed this, Kakashi trusts me. Sakura trusts me. It's not only in your best interest that you cooperate. It's in theirs.

"And," she continued cautiously, "you're a highly trained covert-operative. You could be very useful to SHIELD if you chose to be."

You glanced at her, a glimmer of hope lighting your eyes for the first time since she'd met you. She smiled.

"Fine," you relented, arms crossed tightly over your chest, "but only if I get answers too."

"Of course," she nodded, a small, triumphant smile on her face. You let out an exasperated sigh, but relaxed slightly into your chair, indicating with a wave of your hand for her to begin.

"Do you know where the Red Room is currently located?"

You looked amused by the question. This was likely going to be a very long night for her,

"No. It's location moves frequently, and we were always transported blind. HYDRA wanted to ensure that their investments were protected."

"So this was HYDRA's protocol?"

You nodded, "Orochimaru thought that the constant shifting was counterproductive and wasted time, but he didn't exactly have a choice. It was a system put into place long before he took control, and he could never convince the...the Akatsuki to change it. It always worked well enough that you've never been able to find it."

Tsunade's jaw ticked.

"Was Orochimaru loyal to HYDRA?"

"Not in a way that mattered. He didn't care about their mission or ideals. He followed their orders to stay in power, but all he really cared about were his own goals. He was interested in innovation, and HYDRA gave him the resources to do what he wanted."

"And what was it he wanted?"

You paused. Tsunade saw the moment you began to close off again, but it was too late to backtrack now. The question had been asked. All she could do was hope for a helpful answer.

"That was three questions," you said instead, ignoring Tsunade's glower, "tell me what you meant."

Tsunade's exasperated glare only made your expression harden further.

"Before I was an agent, I trained under a man called Sarutobi."

Tsunade should have expected your violent reaction. She supposed she was getting old, as your immediate leap towards the gun still sitting on her desk startled her more than it should have and more than she'd ever admit.

You were quick. You'd lifted the gun and turned the safety off before she could get out of her chair. Yours was knocked over behind you, and your eyes were alight with fury. The grin on your face did little to mask your terror, and the laugh you let out almost sounded like a sob.

"You are HYDRA," you muttered. She wondered if you were even seeing her. It seemed like you were looking straight through her to something far, far away from where she stood, "you're tricking me. You...you're lying to Kakashi and Sakura."

"Just sit down," Tsunade said carefully, "and listen. You wanted answers, didn't you?"

"Not from scum," you spat.

"Sit," she said again, rising from her chair and glaring down at you, a pinprick of guilt nearly making her wince when you cowered away from her authoritative gaze, "down."

Your breath hitched, and you glanced behind you at the chair you'd knocked over, then back at Tsunade cautiously. You took a careful step backwards, keeping your eyes locked on Tsunade as you bent down to pick the chair up and right it. The gun was steady in your hand, and you looked unwilling to even consider giving it back to her.

"You must think I'm an idiot," you sneered, "I thought you said you aren't a Black Widow."

"I'm not."

"Hiruzen Sarutobi," you said venomously, eyes alight with fury and panic, "created the Red Room."

"Based on what we know, that might be true."

You looked seconds from launching over the table towards her. She understood your frustration—she knew that she was being cryptic, but HYDRA had a messy past. Even she didn't fully understand the Red Room's history.

"The Red Room was not originally HYDRA's program. It began at a time when SHIELD and HYDRA were very deeply intertwined—though SHIELD wasn't aware of that. Both organizations had their role in its development, and its original mission was simply to train women in the art of espionage.

"This was during the Cold War. Spies were in high demand, and SHIELD was starting to realize that female spies were particularly useful at a time when women were severely underestimated and overlooked. Sarutobi was at the front of the project, along with a few other high-profile agents. Some of whom were later exposed as HDYRA loyalists. I was Sarutobi's student before he began working on the program. He created the code that the Red Room still uses, and he taught it to all of his students before it was ever adapted for the Red Room, myself and Orochimaru included."

Your stare was impressive—she was almost intimidated by it. She knew that you likely didn't believe half of what she was saying, but she'd expected as much. No matter how much you hated Orochimaru, HYDRA's conditioning ran far too deep for it to dissolve in just over a year.

"After World War II, SHIELD thought it had destroyed HYDRA. They let their guard down, because they believed they had fulfilled their purpose. SHIELD was only created because HYDRA began gaining power. In the years following the end of the war. HYDRA had ample opportunity to replant its roots at the heart of SHIELD, where it could use its resources and recruit its people."

"How could they have known that they would take control of The Red Room from within SHIELD?" you asked, skepticism blatant in your tone. "Are you people really so incompetent that you couldn't stop them from taking the Widows from right under your noses."

"They didn't take it," Tsunade said, unable to keep some bitterness from her tone, "they destroyed it. After Sarutobi was killed, they took the few women who were willing to go with them, killed all the others, and fled. We didn't know they were HYDRA at the time—at first we thought they were Soviets."

It was a very crude explanation of what had happened—there were quite a few details that she did not feel she had time to delve into. If what Kakashi had told her about what Orochimaru had done to you over the past seven months, an overload of information was probably the last thing you needed.

"You still haven't explained what you meant," you said finally, eyes boring into her like you could extract the information from her by willpower alone.

"I gave you quite a bit of information," she retorted, folding her hands on the cluttered surface of her desk, "answer another one of my questions, and I'll tell you about Orochimaru."

The irritated look you were giving her was far more frustrating than it should've been. Earning some semblance of trust from you was likely not something she was going to accomplish as quickly as she'd hoped.

"Fine," you bit out.

She smiled, though she knew from your perspective it probably looked far more forced than it actually was.

"The night of September 27, we recovered Orochimaru's body in a room that you were found in," she began as gently as she could manage. Though it was barely noticeable, she didn't miss the shift in your expression. Your face went blank, all emotion draining from it in an instant. "Can you tell me what happened?"

The look in your eyes was...unsettling. She couldn't quite place the emotion, but it seemed far more detached than she'd seen you since the night they brought you in. Part of her wondered if it was a mask to gain her sympathy, but she dismissed the thought easily.

She'd gotten a brief glimpse of your face when she found you and Kakashi. The terror in your expression was as real then as the faraway look in your eyes was now.

"That's a complicated question," you finally muttered.

"We've got plenty of time."

Your jaw clenched, eyes falling shut. Tsunade thought back to Kakashi's exact words about the night you killed Orochimaru.

She had her memories back, he'd told her, but it was like holding a ghost.

"I'm—" you began, cutting yourself off with a wince, "I wasn't...in my right mind that night."

You looked up at her, and her heart sank at the look in your eyes. You were afraid. You were doing a good job of hiding it, but she had practice in seeing through masks like yours. This one was clear as day: you were afraid of what she would do if you told her the truth.

She guessed that your biggest fear was that you wouldn't see Kakashi or Sakura again. That she would lock you up and throw away the key.

"Kakashi told me that you gave yourself up to Orochimaru to save Sakura," she said, relieving you from having to say more for another few moments, "that couldn't have been easy."

"It was the easiest decisions I've ever made," you corrected, the haze clearing from your eyes. "Sakura was in danger. What else would I have done?"

Despite her frustration, Tsunade was having a very hard time not appreciating the sacrifices you'd made for her people.

"The past seven months are hazy. The clearest moments are of Kakashi—at least, Orochimaru's disguise of Kakashi. That night, when I came to, I was in a room with Orochimaru and..."

You glanced at her, pausing for long enough that suspicion grew in the back of her mind. She noted the hesitance and filed it away as an observation to return to later.

"And another HYDRA agent. When I saw Orochimaru, it was like...I don't know. It's hard to describe. It almost felt like waking up from a nightmare."

Tsunade could almost picture the scene you were describing. She thought back to the moment she'd found you, your eyes determinedly avoiding Orochimaru's corpse and your body wrapped up in Kakashi's.

Orochimaru must've seen the same thing she had that night. That was why he assumed that Kakashi would be your weak spot—that the idea of his betrayal would break you.

Clearly he underestimated the Widows. You were the one sitting in front of her.

"I shot Orochimaru, and then Kakashi found me."

The simplicity of that explanation was almost comical. Almost.

"That's all?"

You nodded, though you both knew she didn't believe you.

"That's all that matters."

You must've thought she was a fool.

Even Kakashi had seemed off since that night. He was clearly worried about you, but this seemed like something deeper. He had been just as closed off about the topic as you were, much to Tsunade's frustration. She almost threatened to cut him off from his visits to your cell, but she didn't think she'd be able to stand seeing him sulk.

"I grew up with Orochimaru," she said after a pause, "I know how cruel he could be. It was like he couldn't help himself—there was something in him that fed off of controlling others."

You blinked at her, that practiced mask still firmly in place.

"I don't blame you for anything might've done, both in the Red Room and outside of it. I'll be honest, you won't get a lot of support from other agents unless you can convince them that you're not loyal to HYDRA, but I'm your ally here. And an important one to have, at that. I want to help you, but you have to be honest with me."

You looked pained at the thought, and she couldn't say she blamed you. She knew she was asking a lot from you—to open up about things that you hadn't even told Kakashi to a complete stranger should not have been your only path to freedom.

But she needed you to cooperate with her. If you wanted to stay out of prison, she needed you to trust that, at the very least, she had your best interest in mind.

"I'm just like him."

Tsunade tried not to let her surprise show in her expression. She'd barely heard your whispered words, but they knocked the wind from her lungs none-the-less.

You and Orochimaru are two sides of the same coin. He chose darkness, but you are far more similar than you realize.

She'd buried Sarutobi's words a long time ago, and she cursed the man for coming to mind now of all times. But she couldn't help but see herself in you.

"What do you mean?" she finally managed, unsure where the steadiness in her voice had come from.

He's dead, Tsunade thought as she waited for an answer, he's been gone for decades. I shouldn't let him effect me like this.

"Have you ever wanted to make someone hurt so badly that you didn't care if you died so long as you brought them pain?"

The agony on your face was nearly unbearable to look at. She gripped the arm of her chair, forcing her expression to remain neutral. Though she supposed it wouldn't matter—you hadn't looked at her in so long that she wondered if you even remembered she was there with you.

She supposed she could give you some reprieve. If only to see your expression return back to neutrality.

"Sarutobi trained a three-person team. On it was me, a man named Jiraiya, and Orochimaru," she began. Your eyes shot towards her, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Before he created the Red Room, Sarutobi was working on a project called Rebirth. The goal was to create an enhanced soldier with superhuman capabilities. He and Danzo approached Orochimaru about the serum they would use to do this, and Orochimaru volunteered to be the first subject."

Tsunade swallowed, remembering her conversation with Orochimaru the night before the test. She often looked back on that night as the last time she ever spoke to the man she knew.

"The project failed. The serum caused irreparable muscle damage that Orochimaru spent the next five years trying to reverse. He begged Sarutobi to give him the formula to the serum so he could try to recreate it, but Sarutobi wouldn't let him take the risk.

"Nearly a decade later, Danzo decided to revive the project. Orochimaru wanted to be the subject again, but they wouldn't take the risk after the damage that had already been done to his body. Instead, they chose Jiraiya, and this time the experiment was a success."

Your emotionless expression was far more unsettling than your anger had been. Tsunade almost wished you would pick the gun up again, if only to show her that you hadn't shut down completely.

"That was Orochimaru's breaking point, I think. There had always been a sense of competition between he and Jiraiya, but...I don't think he could handle seeing Jiraiya come out unscathed after his trial had failed so monumentally. He resented Jiraiya for being the success story, and he resented Sarutobi for continuing to keep the serum from him. Soon after, he tried to steal what remained of it, but Sarutobi found him. No one knows exactly what happened that night. Sarutobi's body was found, and the vials with the rest of the serum had been shattered, presumably by Sarutobi to keep Orochimaru from getting his hands on them. It wouldn't have mattered though. I believe Orochimaru had already made the decision to leave SHIELD.

"After Orochimaru fled, The Red Room broke down. HYDRA had already begun to recruit some of the women, and they took the opportunity to retreat from SHIELD in the chaos after Sarutobi's death. Four of them defected to HYDRA."

Tsunade closed her eyes, remembering the horror that had washed over her at the sight of so many women—women she'd known and trained with—killed in cold blood. They'd been ambushed in their sleep by the women who had decided to betray them long before that night.

She'd been the one to lead the effort to track them down and end them.

"The Red Room as we knew it died. The Black Widow program was HYDRA's invention—only the Red Room's name attached it to what Sarutobi had created. It was unrecognizable, and after all of its ties to SHIELD had been cut, it became impossible to find."

"I've been searching for the Red Room since before I became Director," she began, fingers woven together on her desk, "and I have made little progress on my own. I try not to allocate SHIELD resources to something that we knew so little about. Of course, these past five years have given me an excuse to take more direct action, but there was still frustratingly little we could find out. HYDRA has had a long time to learn how to protect their secrets."

Up until very recently, you had been one of those secrets.

She hadn't known what to expect from you when she first began thinking about this conversation. She'd initially assumed that you'd be useless to her—that Orochimaru had broken you beyond repair with his experiments. She wouldn't have blamed you for becoming the next victim to his cruelty.

But there was something in your eyes. Something that gave her hope.

"I want you to join SHIELD," she finally offered, "and help me destroy the Red Room."

Your walk to Tsunade's office had been purposeful, your stride swift and quiet. It had been the gait of a Black Widow.

The walk back was more of a trudge. You felt the energy slowly seeping from you with each step you took, all of it used up in processing everything Tsunade had told you.

A Black Widow joining SHIELD shouldn't have been possible. It couldn't have been. Yet the Director herself had been the one to make the offer. Who, if not her, had the authority to make such a bold request?

Danzo won't be happy, you thought with a scowl, he'll probably do everything he can to stop it. He's angry just having me here instead of shipping me off to some prison on the other side of the world.

Your interaction with Danzo had been limited, but each time you saw him left a sour taste in your mouth. He hated you, that much was clear. But there was something...different about the way he looked at you. The other agents you'd seen had been wary. Some even looked visibly angry because of your affiliation with HYDRA. But Danzo...there was something unsettling about how he looked at you. Almost as if he was stripping you down to your very core in an attempt to reveal your weaknesses. As if he could find all of the answers he needed to rid SHIELD of you once and for all if he simply searched hard enough for them.

His goal had been clear from the very beginning: he wanted you gone, but to do that, he needed to go over Tsunade's head. You weren't exactly sure what that entailed, but Tsunade didn't seem particularly concerned about it.

"I want you to join SHIELD and help me destroy the Red Room."

Her words still rang in your ears, keeping you from thinking about anything else for very long. She hadn't demanded that you join her cause, but the implication was still there: it would be far easier for her to get you out of your cell if you cooperated.

Destroying the Red Room, you thought as you shuffled across the floor, trusting that Tsunade would keep you from being seen by the security cameras for long enough that you could be slow in getting back.

It's impossible. Now that Orochimaru is gone, they've probably hidden somewhere far beyond my reach. Somewhere completely new. I'd be no help.

You would disappoint Tsunade. Your information was useless with Orochimaru dead. Yet, she'd seemed so certain that you would be a valuable piece to fulfilling her goal. Her determination had struck you—it had even made you consider, for a moment, that her earnestness was more than just wishful thinking.

She was just charismatic, You had believed in Orochimaru too, once. This was no different—just a new master to give you orders.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind by the time you reached the cell block. Absentmindedly, you pressed the silver card against the sensor at the door, pulling it open at the answering beep. You kept your eyes glued to the floor, still completely lost in thought as you made your way to your cell in the middle of the long corridor.

"Yo."

Your hand froze against the lock of your cell. You looked up at the same time that it beeped and clicked open, though you remained frozen on the other side of the bars.

Kakashi gave you a casual wave, Fahrenheit 451 open on his chest.

"What..." you began, blinking a few times to make sure you were seeing clearly.

He was laying on your small futon like it was his own, one arm behind his head and the other resting against the abandoned book.

It took you a moment to move past your shock, but once you did, panic hit you like a train, making you rush into the cell to get him out.

"What are you doing?" you hissed, glancing at the corner of the room to make sure the green light was still off. You felt only slightly relieved at the confirmation that it was, though that didn't mean it wasn't moments from turning on again. "You can't be in here!"

"Why no–" he began, though he cut himself off when you took his hand and began pulling him to his feet. The book on his chest fell uselessly to the side, and he nearly slipped on it as you pulled him towards the exit. You kept glancing at the camera, sure that once Tsunade had given you enough to time to make your way back to your cell, she'd have it turned back on. And Kakashi—

Kakashi had the nerve to look amused.

"What were you thinking?" you hissed, "it's one thing to be outside of the cell, but..."

This was enough to give Danzo reason to have him terminated. He was risking too much to be here already by just coming to see you. You had to put a stop to it. You had to make sure he didn't risk his position just so he could come on these stupid visits to your cell. You'd indulged in him too much already. You had to—

Hands fell on your shoulders, stilling your frantic attempts to erase his presence from the cell and silencing your spiraling thoughts.

"Tsunade knows I'm here," he said lightly, "she asked me to meet you once you were finished."

"You...you knew?"

He nodded. You swallowed, running an exhausted hand over your face and slumping back on your mattress, feeling the strong and sudden urge to just lay down and sleep for the next week.

But with Kakashi here, part of you wanted to savor this time. Despite your weak efforts to push him away, you still yearned for his presence. You'd forgotten how peaceful it was to simply be near him, and you almost felt as if you'd become addicted to that feeling.

Even after what you'd done, you wanted to be selfish.

"You're thinking too hard again."

You huffed, head falling into your hands as you took in a deep, trembling breath.

How were you supposed to do what Tsunade had asked? There was no world in which SHIELD accepted you as one of their own. You'd create a rift between Kakashi and the other agents. Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke all had friends they cared for here. Would associating with you cause them problems too?

"I can't stay here, Kakashi."

His eyes seemed to pierce through you, leaving your thoughts and feelings exposed to his soft, inquisitive gaze. Rather than being intrusive, however, it was almost a relief. It felt like he'd taken some of the burden of your emotions, willing and able to understand them.

But how were you supposed to tell him that?

I told you to beg.

You were beginning to recognize the cycle that you'd become trapped in. Once, it had been Orochimaru's voice that haunted you. His words would repeat over and over in your head to a point that it became debilitating.

Now your own words had taken their place, reminding you of how little you belonged here, with people like Kakashi and Sakura. You were reminded of the darkness that had always been inside you—the darkness that was finally spreading into your words and actions.

You would not let them see it. It would not be exposed to them like it had been to you.

Next to you, Kakashi shifted, and you lifted your head from your hands and met his eyes. He'd pulled his mask down, a sight that was becoming far more comforting to you than you should have let it. He took your hand gently in his, fingers lacing through yours until your palms pressed together.

"I can tell that you've been trying to pull away from me," he said after a long silence. You looked up from your joined hands, and you hated the way your traitorous heart skipped when you met his eyes, "And if leaving is what will let you heal, I understand. I'm not going to try and stop you if that's what you need. But I–"

You swallowed against your dry throat when at the crack in his voice, your hand betraying your warring emotions as it rose to cup his cheek. He closed his eyes when your palm met his face, leaning over-so-slightly into your touch and releasing the air that he'd trapped in his lungs.

You'd forgotten, albeit briefly, what it was that you'd been so concerned about. You were beginning to regain your bearings after being so consumed by trying to comfort him and realized that you'd just done the opposite of what you'd intended by declaring your intention to leave, but the slate was wiped clean again when he covered your hand with his own, then turned his head just enough that he could press his lips to your palm.

His lips were soft against your skin, and so unbelievably gentle that you almost wondered if he had even touched you at all. Still, it felt as if warmth spread from his lips to every part of you, melting away your fear and hesitation and any motivation that you'd felt to leave.

"You can be free here. Tsunade will do everything she can to make sure of that," he finally continued, recovering his voice, "and I want you to stay. There's nothing you could do to change that."

Selfish, someone whispered in your mind. You'd expected it to be Orochimaru's voice, as it always had been in the past, trying to convince you that you were nothing but a parasite to Kakashi. Instead, the familiar voice of the Widow hissed in your ear, craving the solitude that she had always known. You'll only put them in danger if you stay. You've become the monster that you killed.

"You don't understand," you croaked, hating the way your voice broke. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at Kakashi any longer without breaking. "I'm not...good. I'm not good enough for this."

You had no idea how to explain it to him in a way that made sense. The Widow understood, and she'd convinced you that the only thing you could do for Kakashi was to let him go, but you found that you couldn't articulate the logic of it to him.

Why won't he just understand? you thought, desperate for him to push you away too. Desperate for any easier way out than leaving him of your own accord, why won't he...

Kakashi's hand fell to your shoulder, where your bullet wound was slowly beginning to heal again. He blinked, fingers tracing over the spot where the stitches were beneath the layers of fabric and bandages.

"I did this to you," he finally murmured, eyes falling shut, "and I'll never forgive myself for it. What makes me any more worthy than you?"

"You were protecting Naruto."

"You wouldn't have hurt him," Kakashi shook his head. "I was afraid, and I took the cowards way out."

He was right to have been afraid. You had been lost, completely and utterly so. You still weren't sure what would have happened if Kakashi hadn't stopped you that night.

"Help me understand what you're thinking," he said quietly, fingers tightening around yours, "it's okay to share your burden with me."

You opened your mouth to tell him that you couldn't—that your burden wasn't his to bear—but a choked sob escaped you instead. You pulled your hand from his face to cover your mouth, eyes wide as you stared at your lap.

This would be so much easier if you'd seen what I did, you thought desperately, and hated me for it.

"When I...killed him," you finally whispered. Kakashi's hand tightened on your own, and you wanted to hate the strength that you found in his steadying grip, "I made him suffer. I...I made him beg.

"I was cruel, just like he'd raised me to be," you continued, afraid to meet Kakashi's eyes and see the softness of his gaze shift to revulsion. You're just like him, the Widow whispered, you are not the protector now. You will be feared, just like him. You will be what others are protected from.

"He was kneeling at my feet, bleeding and bargaining for his life, and for a moment I understood his addiction to it. I relished in the sight of him so weak. He was defenseless at the end, and injured enough that I could have left him alive, but I wanted to see him dead. I wanted to feel what he'd always felt. To finally understand his desperation to keep control. And I did. I felt it. And I hate myself for enjoying that feeling."

Looking at Kakashi now felt impossible. You were almost certain of what you'd see. Hatred. Disgust. Revulsion.

He'd never want to see you again. He'd never let you near Sakura again.

You wanted him to go without another word, leaving you and your pollution behind. If he went now, maybe it would be a less painful than if he told you how disgusting you were for becoming just like Orochimaru.

You were jolted from your thoughts when gentle fingers lifted your head by your chin, raising it until you were facing him again.

"You deserved justice," he said firmly, "and you left his cruelty behind with him. It died with him."

You wanted to believe him. You wished more than anything that the Widow would leave you behind and retreat back to her cage.

You knew Kakashi could see the warring emotions on your face. The hesitation clashing with the desperation. The guilt clawing at the desire. Finally, he released your hand and took your face between both palms, looking between your eyes with renewed intensity.

"You are good," he said firmly, "and you deserve so much more than he ever gave to you. You deserve to choose how you want to live."

You couldn't. You couldn't. Why was he refusing to understand that?

You were so desperate for the peace that you'd once felt with him and the kids. It was a life you desperately craved after it had already been ripped away from you once.

But it was fragile.

"What if..." you choked, terrified that voicing the fear that you'd buried deep within you would make Kakashi see how selfish you truly were.

It would expose the scared little girl that Orochimaru had always seen you as. She would be stripped to her core and left to crumble into dust.

"What if I come back, and then everything is taken away again," you finally croaked. "What if this darkness consumes me, and I have to leave you behind."

Selfish coward, the Widow hissed.

"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," he muttered, close enough that you could feel how addictively warm he was. His hands fell from your face, resting around your waist and tracing down your spine. You fought a shiver, too comfortable in his presence to be frustrated by how easily he was abating your fears and making you forget how desperately you needed him to leave before he convinced you to stay.

"It's not selfish to choose how you life," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

He must've seen the pained look on your face. He looked so desperate to convince you of what he was saying that part of you wanted to give in just to make that expression lift. Another part warned you that you'd only make things worse for him in the long run if you took the easy way out.

But that voice was getting quieter, drowned out by something entirely new. It was a stranger's voice, though she sounded like you, and she wanted more for you than the Widow ever had.

You'd hurt him. You'd brought him and Sakura and the others so much pain, yet he was here, trying to convince you to stay. Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto were waiting for you despite what you'd done.

Would it change things if they knew what you'd done? If they knew what you'd become, even if it had only been for a moment?

"Sakura is safe. Naruto and Sasuke are safe. I'm safe," Kakashi said firmly, "You're free."

HIs eyes shone in the fluorescent above you, filled with a desperate kind of hope that made your chest ache.

"What do you want?"

I want to be safe. I want to free. I want to be happy. I want to be with Sakura and Naruto and Sasuke. I want to help them learn and grow. I want to see them succeed. I want to see Sakura heal. I want to heal with her.

You wanted to be honest. For once, you wanted to be honest with yourself. He knew what you were. He knew what you were capable of, and he was choosing to stay.

Maybe that was enough. Maybe, for the first time, this happiness didn't have to be temporary.

"This," you finally breathed, the word a soothing balm against your throat, "you."

Peace.

Kakashi had always had an uncanny ability to make you feel weightless. Even when you'd barely trusted him, his voice had kept you anchored in safer waters.

Now, as your lips met, you felt like you were drowning.

The debilitating fear and self-hatred that had taken root in your chest were ripped apart by a wave of euphoria. Kakashi's lips were just as soft as they had been against your palm. You were so used to rough, unforgiving hands that his touch felt like a breath of fresh air. Butterflies exploded in your stomach as his hand slipped around your waist, pulling closer until there was no space left between you.

His lips moved slowly against yours, parting for gasps of air between intoxicating clashes of lips and and hands and skin.

Yes, you were drowning. Drowning in the soft press of his lips against yours. In the firm hands that held your waist. In the feel of his skin against your palms.

He was a bottomless sea, and you were sinking willingly into its depths.

You pulled back with a gasp, eyes barely opening before he was pressing another kiss to your swollen lips, chasing after you as you attempted to catch your breath.

"Kakashi..." you whispered into his lips.

"Hm?"

"The cameras," you muttered breathlessly, "they might turn on soon."

"Tsunade gave me an hour."

You let out a muffled laugh against his lips, and he parted from you long enough to meet your eyes.

I could stay in this moment forever, you thought. Soft puffs of air hit your cheeks as he caught his breath, though his gaze was shifting between your eyes and your lips, grip on your waist anchoring you to his chest. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your own, certain that yours was no different. I want to hold on to this feeling.

You brushed your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, an unfamiliar weightlessness consuming you as you took in the look in his eyes. They were filled with a tenderness that you had seen before—on the balcony the night before you left with Orochimaru. During the nights you spent together, both of you finding solace in simply being close to one another.

Even when you'd feared him—despised him—that softness had remained.

"Is this what being human feels like?" you asked quietly, wondering if this was a feeling that everyone experienced. If this kind of peace was universal.

Kakashi pulled back just enough that you could meet his eyes, face flushed and lips swollen. You nearly stopped breathing at the sight of him, but his hands on your waist gently reminded you of to take in a deep, shaking breath.

His smile was soft and small, but still full enough to drown in.

"I hope so."

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Author's note | omg this one took so long, i'm sorry for the wait! i started grad school, so i've been kinda swamped in work. i hope it was worth the wait though! i've been so excited to release this chapter. there's a lot that happens and i've read it so many times at this point, so if there are things that don't make sense don't hesitate to let me know!

i'm currently going back and editing this fic to make sure there's plot coherence since i'm starting to work on the second series (i've already written some!). i'd also love to write one-shots in between the two series, so if y'all have any requests or things you'd like to see feel free to send an ask on tumblr or leave a comment with some suggestions!

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