#kakashi love

[imkakashisexual]

🥺Something interesting to come...🤫🥷🏻⏳

[shadowwolflady]

Moonlit Dance

Long after retiring from the position as Hokage, Rai and Kakashi downsized to a smaller house. It has a gorgeous small garden and tatami room.

Domestic fluff, married fluff

Kakashi X Rai

Kakashi lay on his side on the porch overlooking their small garden. His head propped up on his hand. It was a gorgeous night. The waxing moon shone brightly allowing for the rays to light up the tatami mat room. They pulled open the shoji screens and the glass patio screens to let in the fresh air.

Rai spotted her husband lying about in his blue yukata. She slipped into the kitchen in the next room to make some tea.

Once done, she came back and placed a hot mug on the low table in the room. Kakashi glanced over his shoulder and sat up. He watched as she set the tea on the table.

“It's a lovely night.” Rai said as she stood up from her crouch and made her way to sit next to him.

She parked herself directly next to him, sitting so close their hips and legs were touching. Kakashi slipped his arm around her and held her close.

“Mmm, it is. Nice and peaceful.” Kakashi mused back.

After sitting there for several minutes, Rai shifted to stand. Kakashi's arm dropped off Rai's form. “Come on, the tea will get cold.”

Rai stood from her spot, shortly followed by Kakashi. Rai went to move further into the tatami mat room, only to feel her husband's hand gently hold one of hers. Turning to look back, softness and love swirled in his eyes. The outer corners crinkled, indicating a smile beneath his mask.

Gently, he guided her back to him. Taking her left hand and bringing it up to shoulder height as his other hand rested softly on her waist.

A tender smile crossed Rai's face as she realized what he wanted. Once her front rested against his, she took her right hand and laid it on his left shoulder.

Kakashi led in a gentle swaying motion.

Rai's brown eyes could not leave his dark eyes. So much love and care poured from them for her. How lucky was she? To have someone who loved her so?

A similar question ran through Kakashi's mind. How lucky was he to have her by his side?

Their romantic dance was orchestrated by crickets and cicadas. Guiding them to sway with the beat of the night.

Slow small circles danced around the tatami room. A slow twirl thrown in for fun and some giggles for Rai.

As she faced him, her arms slipped up to hang loosely around his neck as his hands rested on her hips.

Their hot tea gradually turned cold as it sat forgotten on the table while the two lovers danced.

Kakashi was enjoying his much deserved retirement. He could do this every night with her.

[tinytots09]

Shattered [Kakashi x OC] - Chapter 29: Turbulent Waters is finally up!!!

After the looooong wait I'm so happy to finally share with you guys the chapter that has sat in my drafts for almost two years haha.

If you haven't read the story in a while I suggest starting from Chapter 27 to get a refresher on what's been happening this past arc.

Enjoy! <3

[shadowwolflady]

Let's take a look at this!

Hokage is not an easily achieved position. It isn't toted about lightly. They are the decision makers and what they say goes. No one would question their authority.

Who would deny an order from the Hokage?

Kakashi.

This is where he starts to change things for Konoha before he is even Hokage.

Let's dive deeper into the situation.

Tsunade is Hokage. She is fresh into the role and so used to her Grandfather, Grand Uncle, and Hiruzen in the spot. Whatever they say goes. Their word is law and no one could say the wiser. This is where things differ. She is used to people not being able to say no to them. So in turn, they can't say no to her as Hokage.

She is not used to people telling her NO, this is where things get interesting. Especially given the circumstances of events in the series. (What I affectionately dub as Emergency Protocol.) She has a temper on her and given her place of authority she is more intimidating to say no to. Nobody in their right mind would tell her no on her decisions.

This being from Japanese culture, the worst thing one can do is dishonor yourself or your family. So I would assume this is the same for Konoha culture as well. That denial of a mission handed down to you would be dishonorable. (I am associating this with "death before dishonor" mentality of past Japanese culture.)

So, I am assuming this is the similar situation to earlier times in Konoha. Subordinates would not be able to say no to a mission being handed to them by the higher ups. Regardless of what's going on. If the shinobi felt a little bit off, they would still have to take the mission or risk death in society or death in the field. Either way, both is a death sentence in their eyes.

Now let's talk about the essence of the mission.

This mission looks like a targeted mission of 3 individuals in a specific area. So an assassination mission. Time is of the essence for this. People can move quickly and this intel may not be good for long.

S rank missions are given their level for a reason. What constitutes an S rank mission? Danger level, enemy encounters, infiltration, intelligence gathering and retention, but most of all TIME.

S rank missions need to get done NOW. ASAP. They cannot wait. These are the most urgent of missions, unless another lower rank is marked as urgent.

The fact Kakashi is denying an S rank mission, a mission that needs to get done NOW, and she is letting him walk away from it is huge. On both Tsunade and Kakashi's part.

There is a lot to unpack.

First, Tsunade needs to get those kids back. They are her responsibility. She has to weigh the pros and cons. Is the S rank mission more important than lives of 6 of her shinobi?

If she said no to the kids, it would be going back on her own values as a person. (This is looking back on how much she values life and why she became a medic nin to start.)

I also think Tsunade is conflicted. She is not used to people telling her no. So Kakashi telling her no is somewhat of a shock.

Let's look at Kakashi.

We already know how Kakashi feels about missions. At first, he was Mission success above all else, including the cost of life. But now, he will risk the success of the mission for his comrades' safety. This is thanks to Obito and Sakumo.

And now, thanks to Sakumo's death, Kakashi's status is at the ultimate low in society.

Kakashi feels like his family already has no lower to go, he already considers himself scum. Since his father failed a mission for his comrades safety and then committed seppuku out of unbearable shame. There really is no lower he can go. So why not take another blow while down and deny a mission and go after the kids?

Remember what he said in the first couple of chapters? I will not let my comrades die.

Let's look back at Tsunade.

Tsunade is conflicted. Her values for life of her comrades parallel Kakashi's. If she forced the mission on Kakashi, she would be saying her values have changed and that this mission is more important than 6 young kids. (Which, BTW, have intel on the village PLUS a Hyuuga.)

I don't think Tsunade would allow inexperienced shinobi to fall into enemy hands so lightly. She gave them the best option for tracking Sasuke. (Except Shino would have been an amazing bonus.)

Hell, even sending one ANBU would have helped them.

Anyways, Tsunade could have stopped Kakashi at any point. But she didn't. This tells me she trusts him to make the right decision. Which is the start of their friendship.

HE WAS SO MAD

[eternalfrowning]

a kakashi from this afternoon,,

[spielzeugkaiser]

Being on the nostalgia train this week really helped stretching my artistic legs again. So here, have some old things and some new! For now I'm done with this.

[shadowwolflady]

This man can chidori me when ever he wants! And I would still thank him!

Naruto 420 // Hatake Kakashi's Chidori

[orphicmeliora]

You were sure you had dreamed it all.

Thin streaks of sunlight peaked into the room, the signs of a rising sun apparent through the glass windows. You were laying in the middle of a huge, empty bed, the sheets felt like spider-silk brushing against your skin, your hair splayed out like dark waves over the pillow.

You're body ached in places you couldn't even name.

You traced the tips of your fingers over your body, naked in all its glory—the blankets having been kicked off long since and you were in no hurry to cover up. You felt it all like a phantom ache that refused to be banished from your subconscious.

You remembered the way his hands, like vipers pulled you close in an embrace of sin. Laying you down on the bed, undressing you one article of clothing at a time like unwrapping a gift so preciously adorned, while you panted puffs of air, so restless in the face of your desires.

Your hands ghosted over your stomach and remembered the way he had pushed down on it when you tried to sit up and undress him with your clumsy limbs. Remembered his warning glance and the things it did to your head. So impatient, he had clicked his tongue. Your efforts to hasten things only resulted in him growing more languid in his ministrations.

When your fingers brushed your chest, you remembered the way his eyes had darkened, his tongue peaking out of his mouth and you longed to catch it with yours, as your chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Remembered how his fingers worked you up to a high so addicting and then as his mouth, a warm cavern on a chilly night, joined the fray—and how it all came loose. The embarrassed whine that left your lips as you tried to hide your face but he wouldn't have that—he wanted to watch everything.

As your fingers traced up your neck, more memories flood into your mind. The smirk on those sinful lips when you'd throw your head back seeking reprieve from the intense waves of your pleasure and he'd cease the opening you left—opportunist man that he is—and descend on your neck, teeth and tongue lathering you in marks with all the restraint of a starved man before a hot meal. And you'd have no choice but to grasp his hair to drag him up and look him in the eyes. Your man was weak for eye contact and crumbled easily.

The pads of your fingers caressed your face and you remembered the way his breath had brushed your skin as he whispered filthy promises in your ears. Remembered his hands caressing and grabbing as they traveled down your body. The gasps and moan he tore out of you and simultaneously stole as he claimed your lips.

You rubbed your thighs together and remembered the other wicked things he'd done to you.

You were so sure you had dreamed it all, but you remembered it all too vividly for it to be just a dream. Maybe the longing had made you sick.

With a lovesick smile you turned on your side, unwilling to get out of bed just yet—

You ceased all movements. Heart pounding wildly against your ribs.

There he sat leaning forward on the chair, legs spread and elbows planted on his knees. His shirt was unbuttoned all the way leaving his skin bare for your eyes to feast upon but you could hardly focus on that when he was looking at you like that.

The hungry look in his eyes set your senses ablaze. His smile—akin to a predator's—sent shivers down your spine. As if all that action just mere hours ago wasn't enough to satisfy him. Perhaps, just perhaps, he had longed for this too.

You immediately missed the protection of the blanket on your skin.

"Is the show over?" He asked smugly, the air around him turned thick with complacency. Your skin flushed red as you recalled how you were feeling yourself up shamelessly right in front of him!

He stood up, striding toward the bed. His rakish intentions clear in his eyes. Feeling shy under his hungry gaze, you tried to clutch a pillow close to yourself. Keyword being tried.

In two quick motions, he had your wrists pinned above your head with one hand and the other gripped your hip. He pressed his body down to yours leaving nary a distance between you two.

"Didn't I tell you," he whispered against your lips, his voice a raspy and deep baritone symphony, "never to hide yourself from me?"

You whined something incoherent back to him.

He chuckled, the sound shooting straight to your core. His hand on your hip traced a path ever so slowly down your thighs and to your knees where he tapped twice.

"Spread your legs, love." His tone sounded reprimanding yet his eyes gleamed with perverse satisfaction. "Seems like I'd have to remind you all over again in great detail this time."

How could you ever refuse him when he looked at you like that?

[kankuroplease]

[imkakashisexual]

My Kakashi's shrine🥷⛩️

🤫

My big collection but its not all(i live in Japan and like to buy in Russia some goods)

うん,我々たくさんカカシのフィギュア,誰もが集めない。👈🏻

#kakashi

[shadowwolflady]

Miracle Worker

Rai knew she couldn't fix him. She wasn't able to heal his past trauma. She couldn't mend the scars that marred his skin. There was nothing she could do. She knew that.

She couldn't bring his friends back. She couldn't turn back time or right the wrongs. There was no way she could take the fall for any of his wrong doings. She couldn't catch him in his past falls.

She could not control him. She couldn't do things for him. She couldn't take away those feelings of dread, depression, and pain.

The only thing she could provide was some sort of comfort. Some safe space. A voice of reason during turbulent waters. At least for the time being. She could be a sounding board for him.

She couldn't stop him. He had a calling, a job. She knew too well the burdens of their occupation. She tried her best to be there when he got back or when he would leave.

She didn't need to be a part of his life every minute down to the second. She trusted him.

He was his own person. If he enjoyed her company, that was on him. She didn't force him to spend time with her. She wanted to be with him. And she also wanted her space.

Infact, Rai believed she was just as broken as him. And because they were broken, they fit together so well. Filling up cracks and holes that had worked their way into their foundations.

She knew she couldn't promise him sunshine. But she was willing to stand with him no matter how hard the rain fell.

[rokudaimeplease]

he's been through a lot

[shadowwolflady]

Fuck yeah!!!! Kakashi wins!!! Hands down!!!!

I love my husband. 🥺

[inzuinzudesu]

[firepokemaster]