#kakashi hatake x female reader

[icameheretoreadstuff]

POV: wishing this happened between you.

You sat curled up into his couch as you tried to watch the movie but you couldn’t help but to slowly look over to him and study his gorgous face. He was so dreamy, you felt like you were melting when he looked into your eyes.

Everything he said to you was so charming it made your heart swoon, when he called you pretty your heart sang, when he called you babe your heart melted.

He slowly looked over to you and for a moment you locked eyes, you could feel your heart melt when he smiled.. the smile you wanted to be able to see everyday, your cheeks burned as you quickly looked back at the movie smiling, hiding it behind your hand, feeling your heart burn.

You could feel your heartbeat loud in your chest, you slowly exhaled as you sat closer to him. You looked up into his beautiful eyes and melted, he slowly cupped your cheek, stroked it slowly.

His dreamy eyes were staring back at you, you wanted to just tell him please let me see you smile everyday. You felt overwhelmed and overjoyed at the feeling of him being here next to you, so close to you that you could smell his perfume. You swear you could actually cry, you want him so badly..

[xazse]

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

I love this and I love kakashi!!!

Fem!Puppyhybrid!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

[itachislbeloved]

Forced Breeding

"Do you feel that, baby, huh? Do you feel me deep inside you?" he asked as he thrusted deep in you, your face and cheeks red from the heat that your body was radiating. You couldn't answer as his thrusts were too powerful and left you a moaning mess. All you could do was a nod and his hands travelled to your throat, holding it and pressing it slightly, not too hardly. "Words baby, I need words." he put pressure on your throat, "Y-yes, I feel you." you said between your moans and with your eyes closed feeling too good. "Should I breed you, hm, baby? Should I pump you full of my cum? Wouldn't you love that, hm? Wouldn't you love my cum dripping down your pussy?" his words made you open your eyes wide and stare at him in panic. "N-no, don't, please don't." you said as you tried to push him from on top of you but he just chuckled and held both of your hands in his one, "I don't take no for an answer baby, I will breed you and make you mine. You don't have any other choice than just to be bred by me." he said as he thrusted deeper in you and you could feel your tears trickling down your cheeks, you came around his shaft and you could feel hot liquid pour into you, you knew he did it, he came in you when you were not on the pills. "You are mine, baby, only mine to breed." he said as he came into you with a dark chuckle leaving his mouth.

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Itachi, Obito, Madara, Tobirama, Kakashi, Pain, Geto, Sukuna, Gojo, Toji, Grimmjow, Renji, Byakuya, Aizen.

(I couldn't think of other characters so please let me know if you think of others.)

(Come on you know Uchihas would love to breed their partners <3)

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｅａｒｌｙ Ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇｓ

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Genre: fluff, nsfw

Warnings: suggestive, smut (just a small amount)

Characters: Kakashi Hatake x femreader

Notes: this is my first time writing smut so..it might be bad.

•••

Kakashi wakes up to the early days of sun hitting his face and the sound of movement coming from further in the house. The smell of eggs and bacon waft through the air.

He turns to face your side of the bed and immediately notice the empty space where you should be. He lays still for a moment before sitting up and getting out of bed.

Clad only in his boxers Kakashi makes his way out to the kitchen. There he spots you cooking over the stove. The corners of his mouth twitch up at the sight before he moves closer to you, wrapping his toned arms around your waist and pulling you against him. And nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck his white hair tickling your chin he mumbles againt your skin.

“You left me…”

A light chuckle slips past your lips your eyes focusing on the sizziling food.

“Yeah and it wasn't easy”

Kakashi hums against your skin, his grip on your waist tightening just a bit as he leans more of his weight into you. begins to pepper a few light kisses across your neck and shoulder. You glance at him from the corner of your eye. Knowing what's he's going for, the corner of your lips twitching up.

“Im cooking Kakashi…”

He murmurs agaisnt your skin “I can see that”.

He gently turns you around to face him, his hands now resting lightly on your hips, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin occasionally tracing over the waistband of your underwear. His gaze locks onto yours, his ebony eyes darkened with desire and affection. Your hands instinctively rest against his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. His touch is slow, teasing, his thumbs rubbing gentle patterns into your sides.

“The food’s going to burn,” you murmur, though your voice lacks any real protest. Kakashi reaches behind you turning the stove off his gaze not straying from yours. “… you're going to be eating a cold breakfast…”

Your boyfriend smirks slightly “I don't mind sweetheart” in one swift movement Kakashi lifts you up placing you onto the counter. You let out a soft gasp of surprise holding onto the edge of the marble to steady yourself. Kakashi lifts your (his) shirt now putting your bare chest on full view to him.

You feel you cheeks heat up a bit as your heartbeat quickens no matter how many times you've done this togther it always feels like the first. “Babe if we do this now you'll be late for meeting up with your students” Kakashi’s breath lightly fans over one of your nipples as he brings his face closer to you tit.

“They can wait.”

•••

Soft moans and slick sounds fill the otherwise silent apartment. The food on the stove long forgotten, Your fingers tangled in his soft white hair. Kakashi sucks on your clit while his two thick fingers thrust and curl in and out of you. Your breath hitches every time he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside your cunt. Having already ripped two orgasms from you the male seems to be hungry for more.

Another orgasam hits you as you cum again around his fingers moaning his name your legs involuntarily closing around him. After helping you come down from your high Kakashi stand his gaze meeting your teary one. He chuckles a bit before connecting your lips in an hungry kiss. Making you taste a bit of yourself.

You softly moan against him eventually he pulls away giving you both air. His hard cock bludging against his underwear and brushing against your inner thigh. A small whine slipping past your lips at the feeling. “Kakashi…I need you…I need to feel you..please” your hand moves down to free his erection but his hand suddenly grabbing your wrist stops you.

“I have to head out now sweetheart”

You let out a small huff on retaliation. “Already?” Kakashi nods brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Yes, I wouldn't want to keep my students waiting”. You give a small eye roll at his words. “You always have them waiting”.

Kakashi chuckles softly, his fingers lingering against your cheek for a moment before he pulls away. “You got me there,” he admits, his usual lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “But today, I figured I’d try to be a responsible sensei for once.”

You cross your arms, feigning a pout. “So I just get abandoned?”

He hums in thought, then leans down, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back,” he murmurs against your skin “ill give you what you want”

You sigh dramatically, but there’s no real frustration behind it. “You better.”

He rubs your hip a bit before taking a step back and walks off to get ready. You get off the counter putting back on your discarded underwear. And about ten minutes later Kakashi comes back out dressed in his ninja wear. He walks back closer to you speaking a bit teasingly. “Try not too miss me too much”

You cross your arms “I have other things to busy myself with” Kakashi lets out an amused hum slipping down his mask a little to reveal his lips before slipping a hand to the back of your head moving his face closer then connecting your lips again this time in a soft goodbye kiss.

Your breath catches for a moment as his lips move against yours, slow and deliberate, savoring the moment. His fingers weave gently into your hair, holding you there as if he doesn’t really want to leave.

When he finally pulls away, there’s a faint smirk on his face. “That should hold you over till I get back.”

You scoff lightly, though your heart is still fluttering. “Cocky, aren’t we?”

He chuckles, slipping his mask back up. “Only when it comes to you.”

•••

“Kakashi Sensei you're late again! How many times are you gonna pull this shtick?!”

“Yeah its getting old!”

Kakashi watches his students angrily yell at him about being late for the hundredth time and simply giving them another excuse his mind still lingering on you.

•••

[just-cofffee]

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

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

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

[driftingdryad]

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

Omg yes, I gotchu babes!

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

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬!𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

Word count: ~1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[atlasthegreatest]

A New Tide / Sakura Haruno x Hoshigaki! Female Reader

(Y/N) Hoshigaki, the daughter of Kisame, arrives in Konoha as part of an exchange program during the time skip. She’s assigned to Sakura’s team, but the partnership starts on rocky ground. Sakura resents (Y/N) at first, seeing her as an unwelcome replacement for the missing Sasuke, and tensions run high between them.

Word count: 5029

Warning: soft angst. Fluff.

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

The breeze through Konoha was crisp, the scent of autumn leaves mixing with distant wood smoke. Sakura Haruno stood with her arms crossed, emerald eyes narrowed as she sized up the new addition to her team—a shark-like grin plastered on the face of Hoshigaki (Y/N), Kisame’s daughter.

Sakura hated this.

Kakashi-sensei had framed it as an exchange program to foster peace between villages after the chaos of the Akatsuki, but all Sakura saw was a replacement—another teammate coming in to fill the void left by Naruto’s training trip with Jiraiya and Sasuke’s defection. And worse, it wasn’t just anyone—it was the daughter of that man, the one allied with Itachi, Sasuke’s captor.

Sakura tugged her gloves tighter over her hands. “Let’s get one thing straight,” she muttered, low enough for only (Y/N) to hear. “I don’t care what kind of arrangement Konoha made. I don’t trust you. So stay out of my way, and we won’t have a problem.”

(Y/N) blinked, unfazed, then shrugged with an easy, toothy grin. “Got it, princess.”

The nickname made Sakura’s eye twitch, but before she could respond, Kakashi waved them over.

Their first few missions together were… rocky, to say the least.

(Y/N) was everything Sakura wasn’t used to—playful, unpredictable, and reckless. Where Sakura preferred precision and structure, (Y/N) dove headfirst into danger with a grin, her chakra-heavy water attacks leaving destruction in their wake. She was strong, yes, but infuriatingly so, as if her entire life had been spent testing the limits of her strength just for fun.

“Could you not drench everything we’re trying to save?” Sakura snapped after one mission where (Y/N)’s water jutsu flooded an entire merchant cart they were supposed to protect.

(Y/N) gave a nonchalant shrug, slinging her massive sword—one that looked suspiciously like a smaller version of Samehada—over her shoulder. “No one got hurt, did they? I call that a win.”

Sakura groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “How can you be so careless?”

But beneath her annoyance, something else started to take root—a grudging respect. (Y/N) might have been wild, but she was dependable in her chaotic way. During a particularly nasty ambush, Sakura had been caught off guard, and cornered by two rogue shinobi. In an instant, (Y/N) was there, her movements fluid and efficient. A burst of water surged from her palms, sweeping the enemies away as if they were nothing more than leaves in a stream.

“See? Told you I had your back,” (Y/N) said with a wink, her sharp grin softening just a little.

And just like that, the walls Sakura had built began to crack.

Days turned to weeks, and soon Sakura found herself anticipating (Y/N)’s antics more than dreading them. There was a strange comfort in their arguments—a rhythm to the push and pull between them. (Y/N) teased constantly, but there was never any malice in her words, only a playful warmth that made Sakura’s heart feel lighter.

The real change came one quiet evening after training. The sky was painted in deep purples and gold as they sat side by side under a tree, the cool breeze brushing through their hair. (Y/N) leaned back, hands resting behind her head as she looked up at the darkening sky.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live somewhere else?” she asked softly.

Sakura tilted her head, surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) gave a half-smile, a rare flicker of vulnerability flashing across her face. “I mean… to belong somewhere. My whole life, it’s just been about following orders—doing what’s expected of me. I don’t know what it’s like to stay somewhere because I want to.”

Sakura felt a strange ache in her chest at those words. She understood that longing more than she cared to admit—the feeling of being adrift, trying to find meaning in a world that kept shifting beneath her feet.

“You belong here,” Sakura said before she could stop herself.

(Y/N) turned to look at her, her silver-blue eyes catching the fading light. “Do I?”

Sakura’s breath caught the words tangling in her throat. There was something in (Y/N)’s gaze—something tender and unsure as if she was searching for permission to hope.

Without thinking, Sakura reached out, her hand brushing against (Y/N)’s. The contact was brief, but it sent a spark through both of them, a silent promise that neither of them fully understood yet.

“Yes,” Sakura whispered. “You do.”

———————

After that night, everything between them shifted.

Their banter became less sharp, their glances lingering just a little longer. In the quiet moments between missions, Sakura found herself drawn closer to (Y/N), her heart aching in ways she hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just admiration or companionship—it was something deeper, something that made her feel breathless and alive all at once.

(Y/N) seemed to feel it too. Her teasing softened, and when they were alone, the mask of bravado she wore slipped away, revealing a gentleness that Sakura hadn’t seen before.

One rainy afternoon, as they sat huddled beneath the awning of a tea shop, (Y/N) leaned in closer, her voice low and intimate. “You know… if you asked me to stay, I would.”

Sakura’s heart stuttered in her chest. “What?”

(Y/N) gave her a small, almost shy smile. “I think… I finally found a reason to stop running.”

For a moment, Sakura couldn’t breathe. The world around them faded, leaving only the sound of the rain and the steady beat of her heart.

Then, with a surge of courage she didn’t know she had, Sakura closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to (Y/N)’s in a kiss that tasted like rain and promises.

When they finally pulled away, (Y/N) rested her forehead against Sakura’s, her breath warm against her skin.

“So, is that a yes?” she whispered.

Sakura smiled, her heart full for the first time in a long time. “Yes,” she whispered back. “Stay with me.”

And for the first time in her life, (Y/N) felt like she had finally come home.

After that kiss, everything between Sakura and (Y/N) seemed to shift effortlessly, as if a knot had finally come undone. The awkwardness Sakura feared never appeared; instead, their connection grew deeper, an unspoken understanding flowing between them like a river finding its course.

But, of course, the world around them didn’t stop. Missions continued, routines remained, and the shinobi life offered little space for romance. Yet, even in stolen moments—whether it was brushing hands during training or a quiet night walk along the village walls—Sakura found solace in (Y/N)’s presence. It was a strange, unexpected comfort that made her world feel more bearable.

And it made her realize just how terrified she was of losing it.

——————-

One morning, the sky above Konoha was overcast, with thick clouds promising rain. Team Kakashi had just completed a simple patrol mission, and as they regrouped at the gate, Kakashi lingered back, flipping through one of his infamous books.

“Good work today,” Kakashi said lazily, his eye crinkling in a way that hinted he knew more than he let on. “(Y/N), I’ll need to see you later at the Hokage’s office for a report.”

(Y/N)’s casual smirk faltered ever so slightly, but she gave a mock salute. “Got it, Sensei.”

Sakura watched the exchange with a growing knot in her stomach. It was rare for Tsunade to request personal reports unless there was something specific going on—something official.

“What’s that about?” Sakura asked the moment Kakashi was out of earshot.

(Y/N) scratched the back of her neck, looking uncharacteristically serious. “Probably nothing. Might just be a check-in with my village.”

Sakura’s stomach churned. “So… they’re calling you back?”

(Y/N) shrugged, trying to play it off, but Sakura could see the uncertainty in her eyes. “Could be. It was part of the deal, right? Temporary exchange and all that.”

Sakura’s heart dropped. She knew this moment might come—the agreement between their villages had always been temporary. But now that it was looming over them, the thought of (Y/N) leaving felt like a weight pressing against her chest.

“What if they don’t give you a choice?” Sakura asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

For the first time, (Y/N) didn’t have an easy answer. She hesitated, her silver-blue eyes clouded with something unreadable. “Then… I guess I’ll have to decide what matters most.”

Later that evening, Sakura found herself standing in front of the Hokage’s Tower, nerves twisting in her gut. She knew it wasn’t her place to interfere, but the thought of (Y/N) leaving gnawed at her. She couldn’t just sit back and let it happen—not without a fight.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Sakura marched up the steps and into Tsunade’s office.

Inside, (Y/N) was already there, standing stiffly in front of Tsunade’s desk, her usual grin nowhere to be found. The tension in the room was palpable, and when both Tsunade and (Y/N) turned to look at her, Sakura swallowed hard.

“Sakura?” Tsunade raised an eyebrow, looking mildly annoyed. “Is there a reason you’re barging in on a private meeting?”

Sakura clenched her fists at her sides. “I need to say something. Please.”

Tsunade sighed but gestured for her to speak.

Sakura turned to (Y/N), her heart pounding in her chest. “I know this wasn’t supposed to be permanent. I know you were only sent here for a mission. But… I can’t let you leave without telling you how much you mean to me.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened slightly, and for once, the usually cocky kunoichi was rendered speechless.

“I’ve spent my whole life feeling like I wasn’t enough,” Sakura continued, her voice cracking slightly. “I lost Sasuke, and for so long, I thought that was the only thing that mattered. But then you came into my life, and everything changed. You made me see that there’s more to life than chasing ghosts. You made me feel… whole.”

Tsunade’s expression softened ever so slightly, but Sakura barely noticed—her entire world had narrowed down to (Y/N), standing just a few feet away with an unreadable look on her face.

“Stay,” Sakura whispered. “Please.”

For a moment, everything was silent. Then, slowly, (Y/N) stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She reached out and gently cupped Sakura’s face, her thumb brushing away a tear Sakura hadn’t realized she’d shed.

“Hey,” (Y/N) murmured, her voice low and tender. “You don’t have to convince me. I already made my choice.”

Sakura blinked, breath hitching as (Y/N) leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead.

“I’m staying,” (Y/N) whispered against her skin. “No matter what.”

By the time they left the Hokage’s office, the rain had started, a gentle drizzle that painted the streets in a soft shimmer.

They walked together in comfortable silence, the weight of the earlier conversation lifted, leaving only a quiet contentment between them. Sakura’s heart felt lighter than it had in years, and for the first time in a long time, the future didn’t seem so daunting.

As they reached the edge of the training grounds, (Y/N) suddenly grabbed Sakura’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“You know,” (Y/N) said with a grin, “if I’m going to be stuck here, you’re going to have to keep up with me, princess.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but there was no heat behind it—only warmth. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

Sakura smiled, squeezing (Y/N)’s hand as they continued walking through the rain.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I really do.”

And for once, everything felt exactly as it should be.

———————-

The days following (Y/N)’s decision to stay in Konoha felt surreal—like a dream Sakura didn’t want to wake from. The two of them slipped into a rhythm, a delicate balance between their duties as shinobi and the quiet moments they shared when no one was watching. But beneath the surface of their growing relationship, Sakura couldn’t shake the nagging worry that things couldn’t stay this perfect forever.

After all, shinobi weren’t meant to have peaceful lives.

One evening, the two of them sat on a grassy hill overlooking Konoha, the village lights flickering like stars below. Sakura rested her head against (Y/N)’s shoulder, the warmth of her body keeping the chill of the autumn night at bay. They hadn’t spoken for a while—no words were needed—but Sakura knew (Y/N) was lost in thought. She could feel it in the way her fingers drummed rhythmically against the hilt of her sword, like she was working through something in her mind.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Sakura asked, her voice soft.

(Y/N) huffed a quiet laugh. “I was just thinking… about my father.”

Sakura stiffened slightly, but she didn’t pull away. She knew this was a subject (Y/N) rarely touched—Kisame Hoshigaki, the infamous Monster of the Hidden Mist, wasn’t exactly an easy topic.

“I’ve spent my whole life being told who I’m supposed to be because of him,” (Y/N) continued, her voice quiet but steady. “It’s like… no one ever thought to ask me what I wanted. I think… that’s why I always kept moving. So no one could pin me down. So I wouldn’t have to face the question.”

Sakura lifted her head, her hand slipping into (Y/N)’s. “And what do you want now?”

(Y/N) looked down at their joined hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I want this,” she whispered. “You. Here. Us.”

Sakura’s heart ached in the best way possible. She knew that for someone like (Y/N), admitting that she wanted to stay—choosing to stay—was no small thing. It was a leap of faith, just like their relationship.

“And what if someone from your past comes looking for you?” Sakura asked quietly, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at her since (Y/N) decided to stay.

(Y/N) gave her a lopsided grin, her shark-like teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Then they’ll have to go through you first, right?”

Sakura snorted, but the warmth in her chest didn’t fade. “Damn right.”

The next morning, Sakura found herself at the training grounds, stretching beneath the rising sun. She knew (Y/N) would meet her soon, but for now, she enjoyed the quiet moments alone.

Just as she finished tying her gloves, she felt a familiar presence approaching—a rush of cool air and the distinct scent of saltwater.

“You’re late,” Sakura called without turning around.

(Y/N) laughed as she stepped into view, her silver-blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re just early, princess.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. She had gotten used to the teasing, even found it endearing in a way she never thought possible.

They spent the morning sparring, chakra flowing through their fists and water, each movement sharp and deliberate. They danced around each other like they had done this a thousand times—dodging, blocking, countering. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t just a fight—it was a conversation without words, a way to connect.

“Getting slow, Sakura!” (Y/N) taunted, narrowly dodging a powerful punch.

Sakura smirked. “Just waiting for you to slip up.”

And when (Y/N) did—just a brief misstep—Sakura surged forward, catching her off-guard. She tackled (Y/N) to the ground, pinning her beneath her with a grin.

“Gotcha,” Sakura whispered, her breath coming in short bursts.

(Y/N) stared up at her, wide-eyed and stunned for only a moment—before her grin returned, softer this time. “If this is how you’re gonna fight, I think I’ll start losing more often.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move. There was something about this moment—the closeness of their bodies, the way (Y/N) looked at her with such openness—that made her heart skip a beat.

(Y/N) lifted her hand and tucked a stray strand of Sakura’s hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Sakura felt her cheeks flush, but she didn’t pull away. “You’re such an idiot,” she murmured, but there was no heat in her words—only affection.

(Y/N) leaned up slightly, her gaze flickering to Sakura’s lips. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

And before Sakura could respond, (Y/N) closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate—like she was savoring every second of it.

Sakura melted into the kiss, her hands gripping the front of (Y/N)’s shirt to keep herself grounded. It was everything she hadn’t realized she needed—gentle but intense, playful but sincere.

When they finally pulled away, Sakura rested her forehead against (Y/N)’s, both of them catching their breath.

“You’re staying with me forever, right?” Sakura whispered, her voice barely audible.

(Y/N) smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Forever, princess. No matter what.”

But forever wasn’t something the shinobi world promised easily.

———————

A few days later, while on a routine mission to escort a merchant caravan, (Y/N) and Sakura found themselves ambushed by rogue shinobi—remnants of old alliances that should’ve died with the Akatsuki.

The fight was brutal. (Y/N) moved like a force of nature, her water jutsu slicing through enemies with terrifying precision. But no matter how skilled they were, they were outnumbered.

Sakura fought by her side, her fists glowing with chakra, but a creeping fear lodged itself in her chest—a fear that they wouldn’t make it out of this one.

At one point, (Y/N) caught Sakura’s wrist, her silver-blue eyes serious. “If it comes down to it, you run. Got it?”

Sakura’s heart clenched. “I’m not leaving you.”

(Y/N) gave her a small, sad smile. “I know. But I need you to promise me anyway.”

Sakura shook her head. “We’re both getting out of this. Together.”

And with that, they charged back into the fray—side by side, as they always had been.

No matter what.

The rogue shinobi were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. The forest echoed with the clash of steel, the rush of water jutsu, and the sharp crack of Sakura’s chakra-infused punches. (Y/N) fought like she belonged to the sea—fluid, unpredictable, and merciless. She carved through the enemy ranks with deadly precision, her water blades shimmering under the flickering light of fire jutsu and moonlight filtering through the treetops.

But even a storm can falter against overwhelming odds.

Sakura’s breath came in ragged gasps, and exhaustion began to creep into her limbs. She knew (Y/N) was feeling it too—their movements becoming just a fraction slower, their reactions dulled. It wasn’t enough to get them killed yet, but it was a dangerous edge to teeter on.

Sakura threw a chakra-enhanced punch into the earth, causing a shockwave that sent several shinobi flying. But just as she turned to warn (Y/N) of another ambush, she saw it—the subtle flick of a kunai coated in poison, sailing toward (Y/N)’s blind spot.

“(Y/N)!” Sakura screamed, pushing off the ground without thinking.

She threw herself into (Y/N), knocking her off balance and taking the blade to her shoulder. Pain exploded through her, but Sakura gritted her teeth and shoved (Y/N) behind cover.

“Damn it, Sakura!” (Y/N) shouted, catching her as they stumbled behind a fallen tree. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Sakura hissed through clenched teeth as the poison burned through her veins, black tendrils of chakra creeping outward from the wound. “I told you,” she whispered, gripping (Y/N)’s arm, “we leave together. No matter what.”

(Y/N) stared at her, emotions flickering across her face—panic, anger, fear, and something deeper. “Stupid… beautiful idiot,” (Y/N) muttered under her breath as she knelt beside Sakura, tearing the sleeve of her shirt to inspect the wound.

“I’ve got you,” (Y/N) whispered, her voice steady even as her hands trembled slightly. She formed a series of hand seals, summoning a surge of water that glowed faintly as it surrounded Sakura’s shoulder, cleansing the poison.

Sakura winced but managed a weak smile. “You’ve been practicing.”

(Y/N) huffed out a laugh, her expression softening despite the chaos around them. “Had to keep up with you, didn’t I?”

The rogue shinobi regrouped for another attack, and Sakura knew they wouldn’t last much longer—not without backup. She could feel her strength waning, the poison only partially neutralized. But as (Y/N) helped her to her feet, something shifted inside her.

This wasn’t how their story would end. Not here. Not like this.

“We’re making a run for it,” (Y/N) said firmly, tightening her grip on Sakura’s hand. “I don’t care what it takes—we’re getting out of this together.”

Sakura nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Together.”

With a shared glance, they launched into motion—dodging, weaving, and fighting their way through the remaining shinobi. (Y/N)’s water jutsu cut a path through the enemy lines, and Sakura followed close behind, her fists a blur of chakra-powered strikes.

Just as they broke through the last line of attackers, a burst of chakra exploded behind them—a fire jutsu aimed directly at Sakura’s back.

(Y/N) reacted without thinking. She threw herself between Sakura and the flames, summoning a towering wall of water just in time to absorb the impact. But the force of the blast knocked them both to the ground, skidding across the forest floor.

When the dust settled, they were lying side by side, panting and bruised but alive. The rogue shinobi had fallen back, retreating into the shadows of the forest, leaving them in silence.

Sakura turned her head toward (Y/N), who lay sprawled beside her, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. “We made it,” Sakura whispered, a disbelieving smile spreading across her face.

(Y/N) let out a weak laugh, her eyes gleaming with exhaustion and relief. “Told you, princess. No matter what.”

Sakura shifted closer, ignoring the ache in her body, and rested her head against (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, but there was no mistaking the affection in her voice.

(Y/N) wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “And you love me for it.”

Sakura smiled against her shoulder, feeling safe for the first time in what felt like forever. “Yeah,” she whispered, “I do.”

By the time they limped back to Konoha, the sun was rising, casting a warm glow over the village gates. They were met by a team of medics, but Sakura waved them off—her only focus was on making sure (Y/N) got the help she needed.

As they sat in the hospital room, (Y/N) resting beside her with bandages wrapped around her ribs, Sakura reached for her hand. She held it tightly, her thumb brushing over (Y/N)’s scarred knuckles.

“I almost lost you out there,” Sakura said quietly, her voice thick with emotion.

(Y/N) gave her a lopsided grin, even as her eyes drooped with exhaustion. “But you didn’t.”

Sakura leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead. “And I never will.”

(Y/N) smiled, her hand tightening around Sakura’s. “Forever, right?”

Sakura kissed her again, this time on the lips—slow and tender, a promise wrapped in warmth. “Forever.”

As they lay together, tangled in each other’s warmth and the soft glow of the morning light, Sakura knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side.

Because they were each other’s safe harbor.

Bonus Chapter:

Ino – “Wait, What?!” (Early Stage)

Ino leaned on the counter of the Yamanaka Flower Shop, idly picking petals from a chrysanthemum. The sun filtered through the windows, and she was just starting to get bored when the bell above the door jingled.

To her delight, Sakura strolled in, looking… different. It wasn’t her usual “I’m here to buy apology flowers for my team” look. Sakura’s eyes had a distinct softness, and her lips were curved in a way that made Ino narrow her eyes in suspicion.

“So,” Ino began slyly, setting the flowers aside, “who is it?”

Sakura froze in place, her face turning a suspicious shade of pink. “What are you talking about?” she muttered, grabbing a random bouquet from the shelf to avoid Ino’s knowing gaze.

“Oh, come on.” Ino leaned closer, her grin widening. “I know that look. You’ve got it bad for someone. Spill!”

Sakura hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. “It’s… (Y/N).”

Ino blinked, tilting her head. “Wait. (Y/N) Hoshigaki?” she asked, as if the name hadn’t fully registered.

Sakura gave a small, nervous nod.

It took a second for the pieces to click, but when they did, Ino practically gasped. “Kisame’s daughter?! Shark Girl?!” She grabbed Sakura’s shoulders, shaking her lightly. “You’re dating her?”

Sakura swatted Ino’s hands away, her blush deepening. “Keep your voice down, will you?”

Ino couldn’t help herself—she burst into laughter. “Sakura, I swear you have the weirdest taste in people. First Sasuke, now a rogue shinobi’s kid? But—” she grinned, nudging Sakura with her elbow, “—I gotta admit, she is kinda cool.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her annoyance.

Kakashi – “I Didn’t See This Coming” (Mid-Stage)

Kakashi stood on the bridge, watching as Sakura and (Y/N) walked toward him, side by side. They weren’t holding hands, but there was an ease between them—a quiet kind of closeness Kakashi had come to recognize in couples.

He knew something was different the moment (Y/N) had joined their team through the exchange program. At first, Sakura had been stiff and resentful, but now… there was an unmistakable shift in their dynamic.

“You’re late,” Kakashi called lazily as they approached.

“Blame her,” (Y/N) said with a smirk, jerking her thumb toward Sakura. “She insisted on stopping for dango.”

Sakura glared at her, but there was no real heat in it. “You wanted the dango too!”

Kakashi’s visible eye crinkled with amusement. “I’m just surprised. It’s rare to see you two not at each other’s throats.”

(Y/N) grinned, baring her shark-like teeth. “What can I say? She’s grown on me.”

Sakura shot her a look, her cheeks pink, but (Y/N) just chuckled. Kakashi noted the way Sakura’s expression softened when she looked at (Y/N)—a softness Kakashi hadn’t seen since she was a child.

He tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling a rare sense of contentment. “Well, this is new,” he thought. But he didn’t say it aloud. He’d seen enough of life to know that relationships were complicated—and that sometimes, the unexpected ones were the most meaningful.

Naruto – “You’re WHAT?!” (Late Stage)

Naruto almost choked on his ramen. “You’re moving in together?!”

Sakura glared at him from across the table, her arms crossed. “Do you have to be so loud about it?”

Naruto wiped his mouth with his sleeve, still looking as if she’d just told him she was moving to another dimension. “But—But Sakura-chan!” he sputtered. “Are you really sure about this? I mean, she’s—she’s a Hoshigaki! And she has shark teeth!”

“Thanks for noticing, Naruto,” (Y/N) said dryly, appearing beside Sakura with two bottles of soda in hand. She plopped down next to her, draping an arm lazily over the back of Sakura’s chair. “They’re my best feature.”

Naruto blinked between them, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I just… I mean… when did this even happen?!”

Sakura sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Naruto, it’s been months.”

Naruto still looked dumbfounded, but there was no mistaking the hint of protectiveness in his voice. “You better not hurt her, Hoshigaki. I mean it.”

(Y/N) raised a brow, then gave Naruto a slow, playful grin. “Relax, Uzumaki. I’m not going anywhere. She’s stuck with me.”

Sakura smirked, nudging (Y/N) lightly. “Who says I’m stuck with you?”

Naruto groaned, slumping forward over his bowl. “Great. Now you’re both ganging up on me.”

Tsunade – “So You’re Staying, Huh?” (Final Stage)

Tsunade sat behind her desk, arms folded, as she eyed (Y/N) from across the room. Sakura stood beside her, looking more composed than usual—as she had already made peace with whatever decision (Y/N) had come to.

“So,” Tsunade said slowly, “you’ve decided to stay in Konoha permanently?”

(Y/N) met the Hokage’s gaze without flinching. “Yeah. I have.”

Tsunade leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “And you’re sure you won’t regret leaving everything behind? Your old life?”

(Y/N) gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug. “I wasn’t really living before, just… existing.” She glanced at Sakura, her expression softening. “I found something here worth staying for.”

Sakura smiled quietly, a rare, genuine smile that Tsunade didn’t often see.

Tsunade sighed, rubbing her temples. “I guess I should’ve seen this coming.”

(Y/N) grinned, her shark teeth flashing. “I tend to surprise people.”

Tsunade huffed a laugh, though it was mostly exasperation. “Well, just don’t cause me any trouble, got it? The last thing I need is another Hoshigaki making my life harder.”

“No promises,” (Y/N) said with a wink.

Sakura groaned. “Why did I fall for such a pain?”

“Because you like challenges,” (Y/N) shot back smoothly, bumping Sakura’s shoulder.

Tsunade rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Get out of my office, both of you, before I change my mind about all this.”

Sakura and (Y/N) exchanged a glance, then laughed as they left the room hand in hand, their footsteps echoing down the hall.

Tsunade shook her head, a wry smile on her face. “Well, I’ll be damned,” she muttered. “Didn’t think I’d see the day.”

And somehow, she felt that maybe—just maybe—Konoha was better off with the two of them in it.

[titanialev]

[sucker-for-yanderes]

Night Terrors

Obito x f!Reader

Content: dubcon/noncon, rough sex (p in v), stalking, PTSD, death, mentions of blood and violence, classic yandere behavior, and angst with a happy ending :D

It happened again. You woke up in a cold sweat from your night terror once more. The same one every time. Your comrade and best friend dying in a tragic accident before your very eyes. Before ever achieving their goals of becoming hokage and showing you how great he was gonna become. It's been years since then, and yet you're never able to shake it off.

Post traumatic stress disorder is apparently the name for it. You developed some other health conditions under it; as cheesy as it is, broken heart syndrome and night terrors. And due to that, you were unable to continue as a shinobi of the leaf village. You made a living as a normal leaf village citizen, trying to keep it together. What more could you ask for? Oh, right...

You'd ask for it every day. You'd make that same wish. Pleading with whatever powerful entity was out there to bring him back to you. To bring Obito Uchiha back to you. Often, you visited the site of his grave. Your heart ached knowing his body wasn't even really there. Unable to recover his body, his name was simply engraved onto stone with a bunch of other ninjas who bravely died in the war. Although, you don't know if it was really brave if their deaths meant nothing.

After the great shinobi war, you'd become quite the pacifist. Your PTSD made it difficult for you every day. Plagued with panic attacks on the daily. Loud noises made you dizzy and almost drove you to the point of a heart attack once or more times. The sight of blood makes you faint. And you can barely even muster up the strength to smile anymore. And that wasn't even the worst of it.

Other than rude awakenings, it was avoiding ninjas who were once your comrades, once your friends. It all just made you want to crawl up and die. But you knew that's what he wouldn't have wanted for you. Out of everyone else back then, he was the only one who believed in you and made you feel like a person.

Oh no, is the day over already? The sun began to hide itself behind the mountains surrounding the Konoha village. The night sky's shade getting darker with every passing hour. And there you were, sitting on your knees in front of Obito's grave. You dreaded the night time. Because it meant the same night terror would come to you yet again. Sobs escaped you after holding it in all day.

Back then before everything started, you'd no idea how much that class clown from the ninja academy would affect your life. And little did you know, the eyes watching you from afar were about to change the trajectory of your life yet again.

It was time for bed. After doing your nightly routine, you climbed into your soft and cool sheets. Trying to make bed time not seem so scary, you did everything you could to help. Self care was of top priority. And even so, the torment in your head was all the more triumphant. With hopeful thinking and practicing positive imagery, advice from the therapist you see, you finally let yourself succumb to slumber.

To your surprise, the next day you woke up to the sound of chirping birds and the warm sunlight. The night terror had left you alone for a night. Perhaps treatment is working? Maybe you shouldn't discontinue your medication after all. After so long, finally. Progress. Relief washed over you as you began your morning routine full of content and hope. Tears in your eyes from exhaustion. You'd been so tired of the night terrors. Or rather, the night terror.

The same thing happens the next night, and the night after that. And then, the dreams hit. They're not night terrors. They are simply dreams. But funny enough, a masked man comes to visit you. Every dream you have, that same man is there. He was mysterious, charming, silent. He'd whisk you away in his arms and show you the beauty of what it means to be happy again.

What you didn't know, was that that same man you see in your dreams was seeing you in real life. And it turns out he's not so mysterious and unfamiliar at all. In fact, he knows you well. Very well. You were there on that fateful day, by his side. Not leaving until he'd forced you to, for your own good, of course.

As you turn over in your sleep, the masked man pulls off his mask. The moonlight softly illuminates his face, though half of his is scarred with ridges from that accident. Nonetheless, his handsome face peered down to gaze at you better. He was different. If you saw him now, he doesn't know if you'll be able to accept him. Especially after everything he's done. Too many thoughts consumed him.

Yet, the Uchiha's love perseveres, drowning out the loud sounds in his head. His red and purple eyes lock onto you as you sleep so soundly in the comfort of your own bed. His red eye took on a shape of the mangekyo sharingan. It only makes sense, as he is the one who's been manipulating your dreams for the past week now.

The Uchiha had been stalking watching over you for a while now. It hurt his heart to see how damaged you were. So badly did he want to take you far away from all of this and just live peacefully with you. However, he doesn't want you to resent him for (for lack of a better word) kidnapping you. There is no better word if that's literally what he's about to do lol. So for now, the least he could do was save you from your night terrors.

A new day arrived and again you were glowing. Another night went by with no night terror. You began to feel free. For the first time in so many years, the crushing weight on your soul began to lift. Today, you'd go a little out of your comfort zone when some old friends invited you to join them for some ramen. You had said yes, to everyone's surprise.

It was evening already and you were there meeting up with everyone from the old days. Kakashi, Guy, Kurenai, Iruka, and Asuma. "Wow, (Name), I was surprised you accepted our invitation for once, great to see you!" Guy's face lit up along with everyone else's as soon as they saw you. "Same here. It's rare anyone gets to see you these days. I'm glad you're finally deciding to open up more." Kurenai winked as she took her seat, notioning for you to sit beside her.

"Yeah, I'm really glad you're here." Kakashi looks over at you fondly with kindness in his eye, you were sure that he is smiling under that mask. You smiled shyly at him as he took his seat next to you. You can't help but feel a bit nervous sitting with some of the leaf village's top ninja.

After all, who were you? Just someone from the past. A has-been. You shake those negative thoughts away and try to look on the bright side, just like your therapist told you to. In fact, had you continued down the path of a ninja, there is no doubt that you would have become one of the best and brightest. After exchanging life updates, it didn't take long for more conversation to roll in.

Throughout the night, you'd noticed Kakashi's gazes at you which could've easily been mistaken for, what's the word? Longing? Yes, that's it. As the night went on, the wilder things got. That's when Kakashi would begin to be more handsy with you. Obviously, you'd noticed, but decided to brush it off as nothing in the end.

However, the Uchiha standing watch could not brush that off. No, Obito was not taking this lightly. Selfish as he were, he did feel somewhat guilty. What right would he have ruining a romantic relationship between you and Kakashi? A 'living' man? I mean, what exactly are Obito's intentions anyways? 'Come back into (Name)'s life as a dead man and traumatize her further?' Who was he anyways?

Despite the fact that he's a wanted man under this new guise, and would be found out immediately, he'd been living in the shadows for far too long to be able to step out into the light now. He could never be accepted. He's just someone from the past after all. A has-been.

Obito reflects on the life you could live without him. You'd eventually get over your night terrors completely, without his help. You'd visit his grave less often until you no longer do. You'd do more things to make yourself happy, maybe even get a position as a shinobi again after regaining your courage, which you could do without a doubt. Lastly, you could lead a happy life with Kakashi.

The thought broke Obito.

He thought to himself that he should be happy for you. But he couldn't bring himself to. Not even in a hypothetical scenario. The truth is, the Obito you knew might as well have died back then, but his love for you didn't. It never will. How could it? It ties him to you wherever you may go. He will follow you. He just can't bare the idea of him fading out of your life, of you forgetting him. That's when he really will just die.

That's why every time he sees Kakashi's hands on your shoulder or on your thighs, laughing with you, he can't seem to keep it together. It doesn't make it better that he can literally see from Kakashi's point of view as well as he has his sharingan implanted in his left eye. Kakashi was going to steal you away if he didn't do anything about it.

So that's why...

He's doing this.

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You wake up in your dream. Around you there's what looks like empty space and earth. You search around the barren landscape until something in the distance catches your eye. That masked man from your previous dreams is walking up to you. You'd be happy to see him if there wasn't something off. For some reason, you have a feeling in your gut that tells you something isn't right. You try to move, but you can't. You're stuck standing there, there's nothing else you can do except watch him get closer and closer.

Before he can reach you, his body twists into his right eye. Your chest sinks at the unnatural movement. 'Oh no. The night terrors are back.' The thought gives you chills as you shut your eyes tight in an attempt to shield you. The setting changes when you open your eyes. Now in a dark place that seems familiar somehow, an earthy stench fills the air. And then it hits you. You know this scenario all too well.

There's Kakashi and Obito rushing to get you to safety while the enemy casts their ninjutsu. The loud rumbling signals you to look up at the falling debris as your comrades drag you along by your hands. Eventually, the scene fades to you sitting on the ground after having fallen. Kakashi is tugging on your hand, pleading with you to get up on your feet and flee. But he's met with resistance as another hand holds you in place. Both yours and Kakashi's eyes (well, his eye) trace back to the one holding you. Your eyes widen in terror as you see only half of Obito's body. The remainder of him is crushed by this huge boulder and other rocky debris. Despite the screaming and digging with all your might to get him out, you're unsuccessful. Kakashi stands behind you, unable to watch.

And then everything else all fades to black. It's just you and Obito as he's crushed. "I... couldn't save you." You sobbed as you weakly hold his hand, defeated. The silence is deafening. Your heart and soul relive the feeling of being shattered once more. "I..." Your eyes shoot towards Obito as he begins to mutter something. "Obito!" Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over. "I... don't.." You lean closer to hear what he has to say. "I don't want you to forget me." Dread consumes you. "How could I ever?!" You cry out. "Don't leave my side, (Name). Please, don't leave me." He continues. You're shocked to feel his lifeless hand grasp yours tightly.

And with that, your gut feeling once again warns you of an incoming danger. "Obito?" His grip tightens to the point of causing you pain. "Don't leave me." With his firm statement, the Uchiha looks up at you with his glowing red eye. The ground turns wet with blood as it rains down from the sky. You shriek in horror as more tears escape you. You hold onto your head trying to shelter yourself from the cold blood shower.

.

And then you jump awake in your familiar cold sweat. You're left dazed, confused, unable to process. You'd been doing so good, but that was the worst one yet. Honestly, you feel like you should've known it was too good to be true. You try to calm down, mind racing to a thousand different subjects to try and distract you. Standing up, you go to the kitchen to look for your medicine. Maybe if you take another dose, everything will be fixed. Before popping the pill in your mouth, something else steals your attention.

Your bedroom window swings open. You set down the pill on the counter top. You're on high alert now. You make your way over towards the open window to investigate, but your investigation is cut short when someone grabs you from behind, hand covering your mouth. 'This has gotta be another dream, please, please.' You think to yourself once more. Your unknown attacker tosses you gently onto your bed followed by climbing on top of you.

After a while of struggling, the moon reveals your assailant after the clouds continue on their path. You stop your struggling as your face twists in confusion when you realize it's the masked man from your dreams. "Who are you?" Are the only words that slip out of your mouth. Obito shivers hearing your voice up close after so long. Though, he says nothing. You wait for his response as he has you pinned down on your bed. The only thing you can see that would be considered making eye contact was the glowing red eye through the hole in his mask.

Lowering your guard as you feel a strange sense of calmness, you go to touch his hair. To your surprise, he allows you. The moment you make contact with him, there's a feeling in your gut you haven't felt in a long long time. "You seem... so familiar. Why?" Still no answer. The mystery man continues to gaze upon you. Your hands move to his mask. His hand holds onto yours hesitantly, as if he's debating on letting you remove his mask. Eventually, he gives.

Slowly, you remove his mask to reveal a very familiar face. On queue, the tears flow so heavily followed by sobs as you cover your mouth with your hand. Immediately, you hold him close, pulling his body on top of yours. You don't care that he's nearly crushing your smaller body. You'll never let him go ever again. Tightly you hold onto him as he embraces you all the same. It's all coming back to you now. The way he even smells. He's so different and yet, it's as if nothing's changed.

You hold him there crying into his shoulder for so long. You could hold him there until you died for all you cared. Obito lays beside you, holding you close while doing so. He'd cry too if he could. After all, he was Konoha's crybaby back then. "I don't know how, but you're alive. I know I'm not dreaming." You cry out softly as your fingers trace the details of his face. Obito can only give a weak smile. "Where did you go? Everyone missed you. I... I missed you. So much." You continue to sob uncontrollably once again. Obito can only shush you and hold onto you tightly. "I can't give you all the answers. But, I do know this." He began as he lifted your chin up to meet your teary eyes.

"I love you. I always have. I couldn't bare the thought of being completely out of your life." His words hit you in your gut, causing more tears to fall. With no hesitation,"I... love you..." You confessed between sobs and gasps. Obito smiles as he moves hair out of your face. "Will you let me into your life as I am now? I'm not the same as I once was before-" "You're still Obito. My Obito. Besides, I don't care about any of that. I never want to lose you ever again. Please don't come back into my life just to leave me again. I don't think I'll be able to survive that." You cry out, not caring about sugarcoating your words. You didn't care about anything else, not the small details, not the future. No. You only cared about the importance of this man in your life whose heart is still beating.

Your fragile heart and fragile soul and fragile mind were so desperate to have the love of your life back, you didn't care to question him further. Your prayers had been answered. That was enough for you.

After sobbing into his chest for hours, you listened to his heartbeat until you gradually fell asleep. It was as if his heartbeat sung a lullaby just for you to help you sleep better. That night, you didn't have a night terror. Nor did you for the following months.

Every day you cried happy tears. You weren't rotting in your bed anymore. The unkempt room turned bright and spotless. You'd come home to the man you love every day. It was a little too perfect.

You'd said you didn't care about anything else, only that Obito has returned back to you and is yours. But... the questions your mind formed would begin to get louder. 'What happened to him while he was gone? I for sure thought he died. Not to mention, his left eye has been returned, no, replaced. What's that all about?' 'Why can't he come outside with me?' 'Then again, he disappears sometimes and never tells me where he's going.' 'Why doesn't he reveal himself to Kakashi? They were like brothers.'

You honestly felt terrible for even having those thoughts. Obito had obviously been through something more traumatic in passing events after that accident. You considered it too early to pry. But also, what right did you have to ask him any of those questions? Your best hope might just rely on Obito opening up to you about it all eventually. After all, you trust Obito.

For now, you shook the thoughts away and focused on putting one foot in front of the other as you walked back to your apartment, both hands holding onto the grocery bags full of ingredients for tonight's dinner.

.

It wasn’t much longer till the Uchiha could no longer hold back and finally sink his fangs into you. Obito had to make you his now. He felt a sense of urgency, fearing you two could be torn apart from each other once more. He couldn't allow that, no. His longing for you was all piled up and had Obito feeling frustrated in all kinds of ways. Finally, that moment when you had bent over to pick up your plate, Obito grabbed you from behind as you were in the midst of cleaning up your finished plate.

Kissing on your neck passionately and softly, you giggled at the tickle as he set your plate back down on the table as if it were just in the way. Obito's arms then snaked around you holding you close to his taller figure. He was losing patience, acting as if he were on a mission. 

Tossing you over his shoulder, you yelp in surprise. Obito made his way over to your bedroom where he threw you down carefully. With a happy expression, you look up at Obito, the man you love. You expect to see a nervous and flustered Obito, but instead you're met with an unfamiliar expression. As his big, muscular, scar ridden body climbed atop of you, he started to scare you. The situation had begun to settle in and you decided you'd wanted a time out.

Obito discards one item of clothing of yours at a time, and then his own. Pleading with him to stop, you’d think he was deaf. He brushes your hands to the side and stares you in your eyes as if to tell you that resistance is futile. He’d been playing it slow and safe for too long. He can barely hold it together as his eyes turn to hearts at the view of you beneath him. Face flushed and a sweet smile, Obito caresses your face and tells you how pretty you are. 

Absolutely starved with a craving for you, he positions himself at your entrance as you plead with him one last time to stop. But there was a look in his eyes you didn’t recognize, pooling with a predatory heat that sent a surprisingly pleasant shiver up your spine. Obito tilted his head to the side as he pressed himself up against your soft, plump lips. Slightly parting to receive another greeting, again and again with more and more pressure for every meeting. 

Obito pulled back to search your eyes, suddenly realizing his hand slipped towards your neck. But all that stared back at him were eyes full of trust. You were driving him over the edge. His member twitched painfully. He pushed his lips back into yours, more desperately than before. The arm kept around your waist also moved, also in favor of rising to head level. Obito gently cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss, letting out a rugged groan when prying your mouth open.

The sudden boyish hunger caused you to lean your head back, but his tongue slipped inside your mouth and forced your tongue to tangle with his anyway. The tiny meager whimper you let slip out caused Obito to moan at the sound. You were making sounds only he’d hear. Knowing that made him all the more satisfied. “Obito please-” You were cut short when Obito’s lips, which were still pressed firmly against yours, bit at your lip as if to tell you to shush. You shut your eyes as you winced in surprise. 

Obito was enjoying having you all to himself in all of your bashful and beautiful glory. You were going to be his first, and he was going to be yours. You’d be the only ones for each other for all eternity. His heart has always bled for you, but seeing you now made it beat in a different way. The anticipation was almost killing him, his patience grew thinner with every growing second.

Hands palming at your soft and plush skin as he heavily showered you with kisses all over, telling you how much he loves you in between them. Telling you how happy he is that you’re finally his. Was he… crying? Tears roll down his cheeks as his cock gradually hardens further as he rubs his exposed pink tip against your slimy entrance, not quite ready to receive him.

And yet, he would take you. Your face twists in agony as he selfishly forces himself inside your snug pussy despite your obvious struggling. The unfamiliar feeling has you speechless and breathless. He stops himself halfway inside to bask in the feeling with his head lowered, his body shivering with overwhelming pleasure. Whilst you were in overwhelming pain, the only thing you could do now was hold onto Obito for dear life, your arms wrapped around his neck.

Beads of hot tears welling up in your tightly shut eyes as your body scrambled to adjust to the foreign object inside of you. Your body convulsed in response to Obito’s size, both in his thickness and length. Without warning, he selfishly lowers himself, his cock seeps into you deeper and deeper. Causing you to gasp and cry out. Your hitched breathing and pained mewls only turn him on even more. You tell him he’s too deep, but he seems not to care. In fact, he argues “But isn’t this so great that we can be so close? We’re practically one with one another! We’ll never be torn apart like this.” He pecks you on the forehead, as if to reassure you that everything is going to be okay. “It’ll feel good soon. I promise. I’d never hurt you, (Name).” You call him a liar in your mind and shoot him a pouty look. But you moan as you feel his cock twitch inside you in response. “Fuuuck, you’re taking me so good. I can’t believe I’m almost all the way inside.” Your jaw drops as you look down, only to see more of him not inside you. But you feel so full… You throw your head back in dread of what’s to come. So much pressure inside of you, you’re scared you might break and split open. 

You cry out as Obito’s bulbous tip hits the deepest part of you. He grits his teeth and moans as your walls squeeze around him like you’re trying to suck the chakra out of him. He keeps himself there for a moment to bask in it all. He smiles as he looks down at you with hazy eyes, softly brushing his hand against your face. Obito was all the way inside you now, balls deep. His eyes were like fire in the dark room as he peered down at you, struggling to contain the animosity threatening to unleash itself.

Meanwhile, your body convulsed underneath the weight of his body. All of a sudden it hit you. It was starting to feel good. The pressure felt like it was scratching an itch that just itched so bad. These unfamiliar feelings scared you. Beginning to feel strange and light headed, you call out his name. “O-Obito… wait I feel weird, pl-ease.” Your voice hitched in your plea. Your body focused on the swirling and tightening sensation in your gut, feeling like you may snap any second. 

And then you did. You squealed and cried out as you came on his unmoving cock. Stunned and heartstruck, Obito barely kept it together as he felt he might come just knowing he made you climax by just sheathing himself inside you. Obito leaned close to you. “I’m going to start moving now.” He whispered in a low voice as he pet your head. You slowly turned your head upwards to face him, unaware of what he had just told you in your dazed state.

Poor little you was still coming down from your high, completely unprepared for what he would do to you next. Obito began to brutally thrust his cock in and out, you felt completely unwarned, well that’s what you thought. Of course he did warn you, but he failed to make sure you actually understood him, though he cared too little.

Obito’s harsh thrusts made you moan and sob uncontrollably. the love making continued all up until the morning when you two could no longer go. Well, that was around the time Obito came to his senses that you couldn't take anymore.

Obito caressed your face as he spooned you, pecking loving kisses on your damp forehead. He adored your fucked out expression as you were still on the come down. Never again will the two of you be separated. Ever.

(I'm sorry for the abrupt ending guys, I just reaaally wanted to post this. Maybe I'll update it or do a part 2? Lmk :p)

[kashixxx47]

The Red Light Standoff

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The roar of engines fills the night air, the smell of gasoline and asphalt thick under the flickering streetlights. Two bikes roll up to a red light—one sleek and black, the other matte silver with scuff marks that tell stories of past races.Kakashi doesn’t look right away. No, he plays it cool, fingers tapping lazily on the handlebar, one boot resting against the ground. But you? Oh, you feel the weight of his presence, even before you glance sideways.And when you do?Tch, you catch him already looking.He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away. Just tilts his head slightly, like he’s amused, like he expected you to catch him. The bastard doesn’t even bother hiding it—like he knows exactly what he’s doing.The light flickers yellow.

Another night, another ride. You’re casually cruising through the city, the same damn roads you always take—until the next red light stops you.And that’s when you hear it.That familiar low purr of an engine rolling up beside you.Tch, no way.You glance over—and there he is. Same bike, same relaxed grip on the handlebar, same goddamn stare. But this time?He lifts his chin slightly. A subtle acknowledgment. Almost like a challenge.And just when you think maybe this is the moment to say something—he pulls out his phone.Camera on.He tilts it slightly, capturing you in the frame, along with the red light hanging above

the comment section is gonna be a whole-ass war zone:“WAIT—WHO’S THAT?!!”“THE SAME BIKER FROM LAST TIME???”“WHY DOES THIS FEEL LIKE A SLOW-BURN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ARC???”“COLLAB WHEN?!”

You wave at the cam*

The moment that wave hits the screen? Boom. Explosion.

“THEY KNOW EACH OTHER???” “I CAN’T BREATHE—SHE’S WAVING AT HIM!” “WHEN IS THE COLLAB COMING????”

Kakashi? Hah, the bastard just smirks, not even fazed. His eyes twinkle, like he knows exactly how much chaos he’s about to cause. He flips the camera toward himself, tilts his head all chill

You walk in with your friends, the air inside warm, cozy, the sound of quiet chatter and clinking cups filling the room. You head straight for a table, one of those with a view of the window, the perfect spot to keep your profile low while still catching the attention of anyone who walks by.Your friends chatter around you, laughing, but something feels… off. Like someone’s watching.And then?You catch it—the flicker of eyes on you.No way.Kakashi. He’s sitting at the corner with his crew, the same damn jacket, same mask—only this time, he’s not on a bike. No, now it’s all about the mystery. He’s leaning back casually in his seat, barely a glance over the rim of his coffee cup, but you can feel it. His eyes are locked on you.And that’s when you see it—his phone.That damn camera just enough to catch your profile but never your full face. Just a glimpse, enough to let the fans guess. And just like that, the reels start buzzing.“Wait… is that… her?”“I KNEW it! They’ve got to be the same people from the bikes!!!”“Does she know who he is?!”You play it cool. Don’t make a move. No glances, no gestures. You let the air thicken with tension.And then? The kicker. Kakashi leans forward, his phone now clearly pointed at you, just waiting for you to turn or react in some way.

So, you lean back just a little, turn your head just enough for the camera to catch that perfect angle. You’re calm, cool, collected, but there's a hint of mischief in your eyes. The light from the window catches the edge of your face—just the right amount of mystery. You tilt your head ever so slightly, and bam, that shot’s fire.Kakashi? He’s still got his camera up, trying to hide his smirk behind that damn cup, but you know he’s loving the game.As you get up to leave, you casually walk toward the door, tossing one last look his way. You feel that damn tension, the game you’re playing. With a lazy grin, you throw him a challenging glance and say, loud enough for the others to hear:“Tag me. Ma ID is called [any username ].”You let those words hang in the air for a moment before stepping out, the door chiming as you leave.Boom. The internet's about to lose its shit over this one.

So, after you leave that damn cafe, the air feels electric. You step out onto the street, your phone buzzing non-stop—notifications flooding in. Fans are already tagging you, trying to figure out who you are, why the hell you're so damn mysterious, and if there’s more to this collab with Kakashi than just some random chance encounters.But you’re not giving them shit—at least, not yet. You check your DMs. Some fans are all over you, messaging like crazy. The reel of you leaving the cafe already hit, and now people are piecing together the puzzle:“THAT’S HER!!! THE GIRL FROM THE BIKE!!”“I knew it, I knew they were the same people!!”“Her username is [any Username]!! It’s her!!”You’re reading through it, biting your lip a bit, getting lost in the hype... and then? You see it.A notification from Kakashi.And there it is, a message from him—one sentence, direct and loaded with that cocky, teasing energy of his:“You should’ve stayed longer. You owe me a proper conversation. "

Boiii idk wtf i just made up..💀

Don't judge ╥﹏╥

I'm not sure if i should continue this one lol

Hope you enjoyed

[erimeows]

Self Conscious (NSFW)

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

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

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

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

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

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

A healing hip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

Maybe he’s the weird one?

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

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

“Hm?” You hum.

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

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

“I think you heard me.”

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

“Well, no, but…”

“But what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah… Sure.”

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frown.

What to do…

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

“What’s wrong, (y/n)?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why don’t I buy it?” Iruka offers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you dress up just for me?”

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

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

“Yeah? Did you have a rough day?”

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

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

“Well, um-”

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

“...Yes,” You whisper back.

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

“Then… What do you want me to do?”

“Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s too bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

“Kakashi?” You start.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fairys-fanfic-rec-lists]

NARUTO Fanfic Recommendation

Uchiha Sasuke/Original Female Character(s)

• Gift of Acuity by gardengalaxy :

After being saved by the Uchiha Police when she was younger, this civilian girl is no longer content with sitting on the sidelines, not after seeing how much worse Konoha has gotten without them. In an act of bravery, she reaches out to Sasuke Uchiha with her suspicions of Genocide.

It changes everything.

• Just a Cloud Away by itszxya :

Sasuke Uchiha came into Himari Sato's life like a whirlwind, tilting her world in countless unexpected directions, yet somehow she was grateful for his very existence.

• Why Make Things Difficult by StarSongVII

What if the Uchiha clan massacre had been averted?

When Tsukiko wakes up in the world of Naruto, that’s her first order of business. Everything that happens after that is just a hot mess in a dumpster fire - think arranged marriages, clan politics, international politics, learning to ninja, and more. But when you get isekai’d into one of the greatest stories of all time, shouldn’t you do everything you can to change things to your liking?

The biggest problem, as far as Tsukiko's concerned, is that she never finished the original story or checked out the sequel. So she'll just have to wing it. How hard can it be?

• Devilish Whispers by OikawaStar88

Uchiha Akari wakes up with copper in her mouth and blood on her hands: a twin without her brother and a human without a heart. There's something that lingers in her mind too, cruel and cutting echoes from a lifetime ago, a wildfire in her heart that threatens everything and anything.

Perhaps her name should have been a warning, the madness that lingers in her eyes, too.

Yet no one takes heed.

(In which Uchiha Akari cares not for a world that cut her down, yet she loves her brother very much so, for she is his and he is hers. She will sooner die than not be useful.

Haven't you heard?

Madness is subjective, and the world could burn for all she cares, so long her brother wills it.)

[ethanthespookymonth]

Heh...~ 💙

-Kakashi

[pumpkinpieandflowers]

I need help finding a specific Naruto fanfic from Wattpad.

As the title says, I am looking for a fic that I read about a year ago. What I remember is F!Y/n wanting to be in Naruto, and when she wakes up/dies (can't really remember, but I'm leaning more towards she makes a wish and wakes up in Naruto), she is found by some shinobi of the leaf and is taken to the Hokage, who puts her in Kakashi's care.

One of the early chapters (like chapter 3? Idk) has a scene where they (Iruka, Kakashi, and some others) think she went to sleep, so they start talking about her origins (or smth similar). She comes downstairs and asks Kakashi to test a theory of hers, which requires him to use his jutsu to charge her phone. (This was in one of the earlier chapters)

Note that this is an Isekai fic, and she is originally a teenager, but after being isekai'd, she becomes a child (I think she turned into a 5/6-year-old; I'm not sure because it's been a while since I've read it). It's from Wattpad. Please help me; I've been searching for hours!

(Additional info I just now thought to add: It doesn't directly state that Kakashi takes care of Y/n in the title.)

Edit: It's been 3 months T-T Please if someone finds this PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF THEE SHARE THE NAME/AUTHOR WITH ME PLEASE I'M DESPERATE!

[naomihatake]

Wrap my wounds in gold

Am I busy because of the final exams? Yes. Do I cope by occupying myself with fan fiction? Also yes.

You can click on the link for further information about this fic. I advise you to read the tags beforehand. I would love to hear your opinions regarding the first chapter <3333

PS: I know my pseudonym and my OC share the same name, but this isn't a self-insert.

Hatake Kakashi x Original Female Character

⠀ ︴Summary:

Before she got known as Shinigami, Asahi Naomi was an ANBU member. Life has taken a bunch of turns for the young kunoichi, but neither life nor death accepted her. As a consequence, she stood in between the two, not quite pleased with either of them. On one side of the line stood her friends, her former sensei, an orphan she grew fond of; on the other side stood a friend she'll never forget and the victims of her missions. Naomi was right in between, with a head full of conflicts and rage, and a heart yearning for peace (a beautiful irony, because she knows so little of it).

Maybe - just maybe, as she grows up, she will be able to make a change for the next generations of shinobi. She likes to think that if she puts her mind to it, she can do anything; even stand face to face with Death and defy it.

[owlsbride]

The City That Never Sleeps

After a long and weird fight in the outskirts of Konoha, Kakashi finds himself fighting for his life and his students’ s. But as usual, in Kakashi’s life the unexpected could happened and after facing a fear from the past, he has a decision to make. Burn the roots or safe his kids. Choosing is easy, even if everything tuns up in a big blast and in an alley in a city that doesn’t belong to them and it doesn’t seem very friendly. Would Kakashi and his beloved team 7 find somebody who could help? New York can be exiting, but will they be able to make it there?

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Chapter I and II up, in the one that we meet our original character Clementina.