#kakashi love

[imkakashisexual]

🥺Something interesting to come...🤫🥷🏻⏳

[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.

[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]

He would too...

pakkun!! no!!!

[eternalfrowning]

a kakashi from this afternoon,,

[fustilarian1031]

don’t ever show feelings in front of baby kashi he can and will out u immediately

[shadowwolflady]

This is how I imagine Kakashi trying to figure out affection.

The water is the little bit of affection and he is so confused.

Such a Silly carrrrrr 😭😭🤣

[stu-dyingstudent]

Itachi just wants to be a stay-at-home brother 🤧

[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]

This is what I have been talking about! Kakashi can't STAND to be at a desk job!

Also why he goes home to his kids and goofs around with them and helps them train.

The Rokudaime going for a walk

I looooove his big chunky scarf and mysterious hat! One of my favorite looks on him actually. Does he look like this in the Boruto episodes too? I can't remember this part but I might have missed an episode and if I did I really need to go back.

The way he holds his kunai like a gun in that one panel with clear spaghetti western movie vibes <3 Love that he fights with a kunai at all, like he always has. Nothing flashy from the former Hokage, just the most basic ninja tool and skill.

Also love how he's so understimulated by his desk job that he secretly sneaks out to take down rogue nin now and then. You can't keep an old hound inside without enrichment or exercise, that's cruel. Kakashi needs to hunt.

Bonus: casual at the office after his walk

[rhupi]

Rereading new recruit by butter_peanut on ao3 and STILL hits me in the feels everytime ahhh love this fic bro😭🙏🙏

2nd edit: made it cleaner lol

Edit more sketches hehe:

[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?

[hellcifrogs]

Students' Students AU part 3

Part 1 and Part 2

So Sakura starts studying by following Shizune's instructions and reading any book suggestion she can get her hands on. Much like Sasuke being trained by Anko as a bonus for his cursed mark, at first she's still Kakashi's student and only asking for Shizune's help on her free time. (And Naruto at this point is already being taken around on small missions with Jiraya).

Soon enough Shizune decides she's ready for some practice and in no time Sakura starts showing results. That's when she invites Tsunade to take a look at her progress.

Tsunade is quite please and surprised by it, and officially assigns Sakura to train under Shizune (she's hokage she doesn't have all that time, and who's better to pass down her teachings than her own student).

Sakura will also train more taijutsu in the following years (and Tsunade could take some time here and there to give her some tips) so that she's not only in the back waiting for her teammates to get hurt. Sakura wants to fight, she wants to become strong to protect her friends.

Bonus (watch out Kakashi):

[rokudaimeplease]

he's been through a lot

[inzuinzudesu]