#minato fanfiction

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[MINATO FANFIC] Minato gets transported from Japan to Narutoverse

This is a small part from my fanfic, Seals and Such! Below is the description. From a peaceful life in Akita, Minato Namikaze is now dragged into issues and controversies of a shinobi world. As a normal human with no special ninja abilities whatsoever, he struggles against various adversities in a world of bloodshed while bearing the face of a feared historical figure- The late fourth Hokage.

The timeline is when Naruto is still 7, set before the Uchiha Massacre. (Part below is from Chapter 8: Ninja Child Shenanigans)

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For the average chunin, dodging is something they’d eventually have picked up over the years of missions and dangerous situations they’ve gone through. That may even apply to some well trained genins. It would be pretty easy to dodge an attack coming from a non-shinobi, but for a ‘civilian’ like Minato... Well, it wouldn’t go so well. 

So when Minato got a bucket of pink paint dumped on him a split second after stepping onto the grass, it took a short while for his brain to be able to process what happened before he could finally react. He touched the paint on him, staring at the pinkness in disbelief.

But before he could say a single word, a little blonde boy popped up from the other side of the fence, a bright grin on him. “Aha! I gotcha, Iruka-sensei-”

Needless to say, the boy himself was pretty surprised too when he found out that the victim of his pink disaster was not the desired target he had in mind. But he didn’t have time for a proper reaction before he felt a shudder run down his spine, a familiar aura of death radiating off his teacher. 

“NARUTO! You get down here right now!”

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Of course, that's not all. It won't be 100% fluff, maybe 30% - 50% will be angsty, but the rest wont be too sweet either. There's lots of other characters involved, like Kakashi, The Uchihas, dont wanna spoil too much, but since this book is minato centered, naruto wont be in every single chapter, maybe just 30% of them.

Currently, I have 14 chapters written and 9 published, and I'll be publishing the rest soon as well. (Vague Spoilers) Plot ranges from dealing with the Uchiha's conflict, getting involved with the Akatsuki and of course, taking care of Naruto- though some of these parts are yet to be published.

If it sounds interesting to you, do check it out in the links below:

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Lamentations

Minato Namikaze has some regrets.

AO3 Link Here Word Count:  1815 Rated T for canon typical violence and canonical character death

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“I was too late.  I’m sorry.”

It’s dark.  Almost too dark for Minato Namikaze to make out the outline of the stone he stands before in the Konoha Cemetery.

Or, rather, just beyond the cemetery’s perimeter; though it’s so close you wouldn’t know that unless you’d specifically come to pay your respects to the man the marker was meant for.

Sakumo Hatake, the disgraced White Fang of Konoha, was not permitted a true burial with his comrades.  Deserters are not granted the honor and in the Hidden Leaf Village, suicide is still considered a dereliction of duty.

Minato isn’t certain anymore that he agrees with the precedent, but it’s too late now for him to voice his dissent—Sakumo has long been dead, cremated, and buried. ��The man who could have razed the Village in an instant if he wanted—could have brought the Legendary Sannin to their collective knees—is no more. Has not been for some time.

“I tried.”

Minato remembers how stoic Kakashi had been during his father’s memorial.  He remembers telling him so afterward only to be met with the cool, detached shinobi the boy had become in the wake of his immense loss.  Minato decided that day he would try to help, he would see to it that Kakashi understood there was more to being a shinobi than creating an emotionless husk whose sole purpose was to function as a tool for the Hokage to wield against Konoha’s enemies.

“I tried.”

Minato doesn’t know why he’s here, exactly, explaining himself to a dead man’s grave marker.

There are weeds all around the stone; a sure sign Kakashi has not been to see his father in some time.  It makes Minato’s chest feel hollow as he kneels and plucks the errant plants from the ground, pinching the stalks firmly between his fingers and wrenching them from the ground by the roots.  There’s something cathartic about it, the way the dirt sprays over his pants and the space around the marker slowly clears.

Kakashi will still be in the hospital where Minato left him, under the guise of a fractured wrist.  It’s mostly for observation, though—Minato had not liked the wane look on his face as they returned to Konoha, the faraway expression in his eyes as he stared at his hand, curling the fingers into a claw and then loosening them again.  Sometimes the hand twitched and Minato caught the swift, faint scent of ozone as if Kakashi’s lightning nature were springing to life; whether as a defense mechanism or an attack instinct, he remains unsure.

A wry laugh ripples from Minato’s chest, bursting from his throat in a self-effacing toll.

He is the Yellow Flash—the fastest shinobi in existence; known for his faster-than-light maneuvers through a battlefield.

And still, he’d been too late when it really mattered.  Too late to save Rin, too late to spare Kakashi.

Kakashi is a genius, that much had always been obvious. His prowess in ninjutsu was unparalleled, even before Rin transplanted Obito’s Sharingan into his empty eye socket.

Now, the boy is all but unstoppable.  Quick as any Uchiha had ever been, his talent lauded by everyone—Minato included.

But perhaps he of all people should have realized such swiftness could also be a curse.

When Minato found Kakashi, he was kneeling on the ground before Rin’s eviscerated corpse, tears pouring in a steady stream from his left eye while the other remained blank and unreadable, the same as it had been the day of his father’s funeral service.  His fingers trembled, wrist twitching occasionally.  Minato could still seen the faint silvery marks left from the Chidori—the pale scars that were slowly growing in number across his forearm as he used the technique more often.

The blood and viscera on his palm—pieces of his teammate buried beneath his fingernails—made Minato want to vomit.  Not because he had never seen equally gruesome things in battle before, but because it was Kakashi’s hand.  Rin’s blood.

How Kakashi had not been sick himself remains a mystery.  He was obviously far stronger than his own sensei.  Than his father had been or would be now if he were alive to see his son in such a position.

Minato remembers the way Kakashi changed after Obito’s death—the small difference in the way he treated others around him, as if the lessons of teamwork were finally beginning to permeate the hardened outer shell of a boy who had lost too much too quickly.

Because he is still just a boy and Minato—hardly a man himself—does not know how to provide him what he needs. He left Kakashi in a hospital bed because it was better than sending him home, but there must be other, better options.

Minato thinks he could be Kakashi’s friend; a confidante, even.  But he cannot be a father and it seems he might not be a fitting sensei either.  Could not be a comrade to be counted on.

“Pathetic,” Minato whispers as he pulls the last of the weeds from the ground.  He clenches them in his fist, dirt smearing over his fingers and turning his fingernails black—almost as dark as Kakashi’s had been when he found him kneeling beside Rin’s body.

Minato doesn’t know what to do with the wilting plants, so he holds them lamely, a ragged bouquet.

Fitting, he thinks, for where he stands now, begging forgiveness from a man long dead—a man who would no sooner know what to do were he still alive than Minato.

He wonders sometimes if the White Fang is better off having died by his own hand.  It’s a morbid thought, certainly, and one Minato would never voice aloud, not even to Kushina.

But the alternatives that existed to him… to waste away to nothing, disgraced and discarded.  To wither like an overripe tomato on the vine or the weeds in his hand, their leaves already drooping as they waste away.

Perhaps going out on his own terms was Sakumo’s shinobi way—the only way he thought he could carve out his own ending, refuse to bow beneath the weight of his imposed shortcomings and taint his son’s future with them.

But Kakashi is already called Friend-Killer, Minato heard the whispers on his way through the hospital as he left him sleeping fitfully against a hard mattress.

What will he do, now?  Now that his teammates are all gone, what should Minato do with the Copy Cat Ninja?

Minato hears the whispers, sees the writing on the wall of his future.  He knows that as soon as the greater conflict has ended, the Third Hokage will step down.  Minato knows in his bones he will be named the Fourth if he is still breathing.

And that means he will not have time to watch over Kakashi as he should.  The ANBU might provide a way for Minato to keep a closer eye on him.  Perhaps even have him assigned to his personal guard one day.  Because while Minato wishes nothing more than to keep Kakashi safe and sane in the wake of what has happened, the reality is that it’s impossible for him to be everywhere at once—no matter how fast he moves.

Minato can still feel the hot tears of Rin’s mother against his neck where she clung to him as he delivered the news—can still feel the seething rage radiating from her father as he demanded answers Minato could not give him, screamed to know who was responsible.

Minato blamed Kirigakure, but he also knows it is only a matter of time before the Noharas hear the less than nuanced story from someone with loose lips and an errant tongue.

What then?

While Rin’s father stood no chance against Kakashi were he to make any attempt on the boy’s life, that did not mean he would not try.  Did not mean he would not become violent if he were to confront Kakashi in the throes of his grief.

Did not mean Kakashi might not be forced to defend himself, might end up with more blood on his hands and beneath his fingernails.

No, Minato thinks, there is no way that will happen.  Not if he can help it.  If he assigns Kakashi to the ANBU as soon as he’s made Hokage, he will be too busy away from the village to worry about confrontations at home.  He will be able to build a new reputation for himself within the black ops, one that will eventually wash away the stain of Rin’s blood.

Of Obito’s.

He will learn to be a leader, to be trusted by his comrades again.  He will have a new team.

It is not a perfect solution—far from it—even now, Minato feels the bile rising in his throat again as he imagines what Kakashi will look like behind the cold porcelain mask of the ANBU.  He seethes at the idea of handing him a tanto to use instead of his own hand sheathed in lightning.

But it is the best he can do—the best he knows how to do.  There is no one else to help bear the burden of Kakashi’s rage.  Of his grief.  No one else to lead him into a future where he can decide for himself who he will be—who he will love and protect, and how.

So Minato Namikaze will make difficult decisions and some of them will be wrong.  He knows they will be.  Already it is clear that allowing Kakashi to be dispatched to retrieve Rin was a horrible mistake—a tragic error in judgment that lost him two children instead of one.

Because there is no way to mistake Kakashi for a child any longer.  Whatever remnant of innocence that may have yet lingered in him died with Rin, ebbed away with her blood as it soaked into the ground, as he mechanically scrubbed it from the delicate webbing between his fingers.

The last bit of Kakashi Hatake’s childhood fluttered and dwindled with the final furious beats of her heart in his hand.

Minato bows to Sakumo’s stone.  He doesn’t say anything—any words he tries to conjure turn to dirt on his tongue.

Sakumo deserves better than Minato to look after Kakashi—Kakashi deserves better.

He deserves his father.  His friends.

But the Yellow Flash is all he has.  And Minato knows no more how to be a human first and a tool second than Kakashi does.  He resolves to try, and it’s all he can do.

Of course, he will fail there too, eventually.  But for now, he carries the hope in his heart that he can right past wrongs by building a better future for his last remaining student—that Kakashi will find in him the mentor he needs now more than ever.

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passion behind the mask (Kakashi Hatake x Reader OneShot Smut)

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader Anime: Naruto Synopsis: Kakashi’s eyes linger, and his touch… something about him is more than just a sensei.

i'm new to writing so be gentle pls (eng not my first language)

Warnings: light teasing, rough sex, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, fingering, against a tree

"the hokage assigned me to train you," kakashi said, his voice low and calm, eyes hidden beneath his mask. "i hope we get along. we don’t really have a choice in the matter." he extended a hand, his fingers long and relaxed.

"hi," you smiled, a hint of nervousness lingering in your words as you took his hand. his eyes seemed to pierce through you, assessing every detail.

"so, what brings you to konoha?" he asked, the question casual but his gaze sharp. "you're not from around here, are you?"

"no, i’m not." you hesitated, but your voice grew steadier. "i came for knowledge... to push myself further as a shinobi. i’ve heard about the techniques taught here in konoha." you locked eyes with him.

kakashi raised an eyebrow, an unreadable glint in his eyes. "i see. well, you’ve come to the right place," he said, crossing his arms with an air of ease. "but, let me be clear—i’m not known for being gentle with my students."

his tone was firm, but there was something almost dangerous about it, a subtle edge that made your pulse quicken. "training with me isn’t going to be easy. you sure you’re ready for that?"

"i’m ready," you replied, your voice steady despite the tension in the air.

he nodded, the slightest flicker of approval in his eye. "good. let’s see what you’ve got." his voice lowered, becoming almost a command. "follow me to the training grounds."

you followed him, feeling the weight of his gaze as he led you. as you arrived, he turned to face you, the sun casting shadows over his features. "show me your basic jutsu. your chakra control, your speed. don’t hold back." his words were sharp, commanding.

"understood," you said, heart racing.

kakashi’s gaze never left you as you centered yourself, focusing your chakra. his eyes, always sharp, watched your every move, analyzing with a precision that made you feel exposed, yet oddly encouraged.

"not bad," he commented, his voice cool and even. "but you’ve got a lot of work to do. your chakra control’s a bit shaky."

you couldn’t help but steal a glance at his profile—his sharp jawline, the way his hair caught the light. you quickly looked away, but you felt the heat rising in your cheeks, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

his voice broke your train of thought. "don’t get distracted," he warned softly, though his eyes were still assessing. "let’s focus on stabilizing your chakra flow. close your eyes."

you obeyed, trying to push aside the lingering warmth you felt at his proximity. his voice came again, low and almost soothing. "visualize your chakra as a steady stream, like water flowing through a riverbed. let it flow naturally. don’t force it."

the sound of his footsteps as he circled behind you made your heart race even more. he was so close now, his presence almost overwhelming, yet his tone was calm, instructing.

"can you feel it?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper against your ear. "that warmth spreading through your body? that’s your chakra awakening."

you focused harder, trying to ignore the unsettling closeness, the tingling sensation his voice caused. slowly, you felt the steady pulse of your chakra, the flow smooth and calm.

"good," he said, his voice returning to a neutral tone, but there was something almost approving in it. "now, keep that flow steady. let it fill you completely."

you opened your eyes and turned to face him, feeling the surge of control. his gaze flickered, a brief moment of recognition in his eye as he stepped closer, his breath brushing against your skin as he placed a gloved hand on your shoulder.

"nice work," he said, his touch lingering a moment too long before he pulled away. "but remember, control is everything. in a real fight, it’ll mean the difference between victory and defeat."

his fingers brushed across your collarbone, an unexpected jolt of warmth running through you. you quickly regained your composure, nodding.

"now," he continued, his voice barely above a murmur, "let’s focus on your hand signs. channel your chakra outward. gather it in your palms."

he moved beside you, his arm brushing against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. "like this," he demonstrated, his body close enough that you could feel the heat from him.

you followed his instructions, focusing all your attention on the flow of chakra, trying to block out the overwhelming presence of the man beside you.

kakashi’s eyes flicked to yours, his expression unreadable. "excellent," he murmured, his praise almost like a whisper. "now hold it. don’t release it yet—just let it build." his hand brushed yours again, and for a moment, everything seemed to still, his gaze intense on you.

his voice dropped low, taking on a husky edge. "control is everything. too much force, and you risk losing precision. too little, and the jutsu lacks power." you focus sharpened as i visualized the chakra swirling in my palms, just as kakashi instructed. the air shimmered faintly around my hands, and i could feel the energy building.

glancing at kakashi, i realized how close he was, our shoulders nearly touching. his proximity stirred something inside me, an unsettling flutter in my stomach. but i pushed it aside, refocusing on my chakra control.

he must have sensed my distraction—his eyes flickered, lips twitching into a smirk beneath his mask. he leaned in, his breath brushing my ear as he murmured, "that's it. feel the energy build... just a little more..."

his gloved hand brushed against my lower back, the touch light, but firm. he was guiding me, urging me to engage my core muscles and steady myself. but his presence was too close, too... intimate, sending a rush of warmth through me.

"now, release it. on my signal," he said, his voice low, but commanding.

i swallowed, trying to steady my breathing as my body betrayed me. his touch grounded me, but also stirred something deep within, a strange heat that made my pulse race.

at his command, i released the chakra with a forceful burst, feeling the air crackle with energy. kakashi’s hand never left my back, anchoring me through the rush of power.

"impressive," he said, his tone almost soft. "your control’s getting better."

i flushed, his praise settling warmly in my chest. "thank you, sensei."

he met my gaze, eyes darkening slightly, lingering just long enough to make my heart skip and he nodded at you. he stepped back, crossing his arms. "next, we work on stamina. you can’t be passing out mid-mission."

i nodded, the training for the day coming to an end. as he stood there, arms crossed, my eyes wandered involuntarily over his form. his muscles strained beneath his flak jacket, and i caught myself lingering on the defined lines of his shoulders before quickly looking away.

"same time tomorrow," i said, hoping my voice didn’t betray the chaos in my thoughts.

he noticed the flicker of my gaze, and his lips twitched into a knowing smirk. he uncrossed his arms and adjusted his forehead protector, revealing the smooth line of his arm as he did so.

"right then. see you tomorrow." his voice dropped an octave, almost teasing. "and y/n?" he leaned in, close enough for me to feel his breath on my skin. "don’t stay up too late. you’ll need your rest for what i have planned."

his words sent a shiver down my spine, and my face flushed. there was no way he meant... what i thought. he was my teacher. it couldn’t be.

but as i turned to leave, i heard him add, voice rich with amusement, "try to keep your mind out of the gutter, yeah? focus on your training, not... other things."

i felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment, realizing he must have noticed more than i’d wanted. hurrying away, i tried to compose myself, but thoughts of him—his proximity, his touch—kept swirling in my mind.

that night, i couldn’t help but replay every moment, the heat of his touch, the weight of his gaze. a soft sigh escaped as i curled up in bed, my body betraying me. was it just me, or had something shifted between us?

the next morning, i was still flustered, still thinking of him as i dressed, the memory of the dream i had haunting me. the way his chakra had felt against mine... and the look in his eyes. but i shoved the thoughts aside. he was my sensei.

outside, kakashi stood waiting by the training grounds, his presence as enigmatic as ever. as i approached, his eyes locked onto mine, a subtle smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

"good morning," he greeted, voice casual but the challenge in his eyes undeniable. "ready for today’s drills?"

i nodded, trying to suppress the heat building in my cheeks. i could feel his gaze on me, sharp and assessing.

"let’s start with taijutsu," he said, guiding me through the movements with careful precision. his hands adjusted my stance, fingers brushing my skin, sending electric sparks through me. his touch was light, but it left me breathless, making it hard to focus.

"let’s start with taijutsu," he said, his voice steady as he guided me through the movements. his hands adjusted my stance, fingers brushing lightly over my skin, sending an unexpected jolt through me. the touch was soft, but it lingered, making it hard to focus.

his voice came again, quieter now, close to my ear, "relax... feel the movement." his breath brushed the back of my neck, and for a moment, it felt as though everything else faded away, leaving only the warmth growing in my chest.

i struggled to concentrate, but every word, every movement of his hand, seemed to unravel my focus more than the last.

"good," he murmured, and the simple praise sent a rush through me. "you’re doing well. but we’ll need to work on your speed."

his eyes traced my every movement, and i could feel the weight of his gaze as though it were touching me. each time our bodies brushed, my pulse would quicken. he seemed to notice every shift, every change—how my skin warmed, how my breath faltered.

after what felt like hours, he stepped back, his gaze still lingering on me. "well done," he said, his tone thick with something unspoken, something that made my heart skip.

he noticed the flush creeping up my neck, the way my breath came quicker. his eyes dropped lower, following the curve of my waist, drifting to where my legs met.

as much as he tried to keep his composure, he couldn't tear his eyes away, drawn to the way i moved, how my body reacted. the sight of me, sweating and breathless, seemed to leave him momentarily lost.

he noticed the confusion in my eyes, heard the way my breathing faltered, and somehow, he understood before i did—he was driving me to the edge, unknowingly or not.

his hand moved, just barely brushing against my arm, as if testing something, and there it was—a spark between us, electric and undeniable.

i felt a sudden panic, my mind racing, and for a moment, i thought he knew. i wanted to step back, but my feet wouldn’t move. "kakashi... i need to take a break," i managed to say, my voice a little too shaky.

"of course," he replied, his tone calm, though there was something unreadable behind his eyes. "take your time." he murmured under his breath, barely audible, "we’ve got all day."

he watched me retreat, his gaze steady as i moved, his eyes following me as though he could sense the turmoil within me. it took everything in him not to step forward, not to pull me back, to close the distance between us. but he shook off the thought quickly, reminding himself of the boundaries, that i was his student.

a small, wry smile tugged at his lips as he turned back to the training dummy. it was hard not to wonder—what would it be like to feel that connection shift into something else?

he stood, unmoving now, his focus on the target before him. but his thoughts wandered, lost in images of me. his hands flexed unconsciously, fingers curling as though around a weapon he wasn’t quite sure he should use. *i should scold her for losing control like that... she’s just a student... but she feels so mature when she’s like this…*

his mind wanders down dangerous paths as he imagines how softy our skin would feel under his touch, how sweet your moans might sound while you come out from behind the tree and walk toward him. you try to act normal.

" so…i m sorry..we can resume our training sensei"

his eyes flicker up from the training dummy, meeting yours with a calm, steady gaze. there's something unreadable in his expression - like he's seeing right through you

"we can resume... "he agrees easily, crossing his arms over his chest. "but first... "

without warning, he lunges forward, moving faster than anyone could react. in mere seconds, he has you pinned against the tree behind you - your body pressed flush against his own.

you gasp as he pins you against the tree, your heart races and your body reacts to his touch. "w-what? Kakashi sensei? "

he leans closer, until his lips are almost brushing against your ear. His voice drops low, a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine.

"just testing your reflexes... "he purrs, nipping lightly at the curve of your ear. "and... how well you listen. "his hand moves lower then, tracing along the curve of your hip before slipping around to rest possessively on your ass.

your breath hitches as his hand grips your ass. i can feel the heat of his body against mine. my eyes widened, cant believe he is touxhing me right now. usually so composed with an unreadable emotions. "Kakashi..I…"

his grip on your ass tightens, pulling you even more firmly against him. You can feel the hard line of his arousal pressing insistently against your stomach.

"don't worry... "he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "this isn't part of the training. At least... Not yet. "

"Kakashi…I dont think is okay what we are doing" you were feeling so aroused, he pulls back slightly, grey eyes meeting yours with a mix of concern and raw, unchecked lust. his breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to regain some semblance of control.

"you're right... "he admits, voice rough with need.. "this shouldn't be happening. I'm your sensei... "

but even as he says the words, his hand slides lower, fingers hooking into the elastic of your panties and tugging them aside.

"can..you take off your mask? you asked anxious because he never show his face without it. he pauses, his lips hovering just inches from yours as he considers your request. for a long moment, he remains silent, his expression unreadable behind the silver mask that has become an integral part of his persona. then, with a subtle nod, he pulls away, revealing the full expanse of his face.

"very well" with deliberate slowness, he lifts the mask, letting it dangle from one finger as he exposes the beauty mark on the left corner of his mouth, the vertical scar bisecting his left eye, and the striking contrast of his spiky silver hair against his tanned skin. he holds your gaze, his dark grey eyes piercing and intense, as if daring you to react to this rare glimpse of vulnerability.

"beautiful…" your fingers graze the scar, a shiver running down his spine at the tenderness of your touch. for a moment, he's lost in the sensation, his eyes drifting closed as he savors the intimacy of the gesture. when he opens them again, they're burning with a smoldering intensity, his pupils dilated with desire.

without waiting for a response, he closes the distance between you once more, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss that speaks volumes about the depth of his feelings, his lips feeling so much better now. his hands roam over your body, mapping the curves and contours with a possessive hunger that leaves no doubt about his desire for you.

the sound of your moan sends a jolt of pleasure through him, he deepens the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to dance with yours in a sensual ballet of passion. one hand slides down to grasp your hip, pulling you harder against him as he grinds his erection into the cradle of your thighs.

breaking the kiss, he trails his lips along your jawline, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh as he works his way down to your neck. he inhales your scent, committing it to memory as his hands begin to roam beneath your clothing, seeking the warmth of your skin.

"tell me/N... "he whispers against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. " have you ever been touched like this before? "

with surprising strength, he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses you harder into the tree. his free hand finds your breast, thumb rubbing over the hardened peak of your nipple through your clothing.

“not like this…"he kiss you hard, his tongue delves into your mouth, claiming it with a fierce dominance that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

"mmmph... "he growls against your lips, breaking the kiss only to trail his mouth down the column of your throat. nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, his hands roam your body, exploring every curve and dip with a hunger that borders on desperation. fingers deftly unfasten your top, pushing the fabric aside to expose your breasts to the cool evening air.

you gasp as he exposes your breasts, you arch your back slightly, your nipples harden under his gaze.  his dark grey eyes drink in the sight of your bared breasts, pupils dilating with lust. a low, appreciative rumble vibrates in his chest as he cups the soft mounds, thumbs teasing over the pebbled nipples.

"beautiful... "he murmurs, voice thick with desire. leaning in, he takes one pert nipple between his teeth, gently biting down before soothing the sting with his tongue.

as he lavishes attention on your breasts, his other hand continues its exploration, sliding beneath the hem of your skirt to cup the heat of your sex through your panties. he groans at the dampness he finds there, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit.

you whimper softly, tilting your head back against the tree as he teases your nipples and touches you intimately.  he doesn't hesitate, probing your slick entrance with a finger, feeling how ready you are for him

"fuck... "he curses under his breath, adding a second finger to stretch and prepare you. "so wet already... you want this, don't you? want me inside you".

"yes…" with a low, primal growl, he surges forward, burying his throbbing length deep within your welcoming heat. your tight walls clench around him, drawing him in further as he starts to move, setting a relentless pace that has you gasping and writhing against the tree.

"so fucking tight... "he grunts, hips snapping forward to meet your eager thrusts. one hand grips your hip, holding you steady as the other reaches up to palm your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

"ahhh fuck" you moans loudly as he pounds into you, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as you cling to his shoulders. your nails dig into his skin as pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core*

"more...harder...please" you beg shamelessly, lost in the intensity.his grip on your hip tightens almost painfully as he drives into you with increased ferocity, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the forest. sweat beads on his brow, mixing with the silver strands of hair that fall across his forehead.

"goddamn...you feel incredible... "he pants harshly, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing fast circles over the sensitive nub as he chases your impending climax. "come for me, Y/N...now... "

your scream of ecstasy pushes him over the edge. with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and erupts inside you, filling you with wave after wave of hot seed. he holds you close, panting heavily as he rides out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

"fuck...that was... "he trails off, struggling to find words amidst the haze of post-coital bliss. Slowly, he pulls out, watching with a mix of pride and trepidation as his cum leaks out of your well-used pussy. "we should probably get cleaned up before someone finds us like this... "he suggests, trying to sound casual despite the lingering desire in his gaze.

"yes.. "looks down at the evidence of your passionate encounter dripping down your thighs. feeling vulnerable. you two just fucked. you and your sensei. the kakashi hatake.

he notices your gaze drifting to the mess between your legs and feels a pang of something unfamiliar - concern, perhaps, or even affection. shaking off the unexpected emotions, he steps closer, offering you a hand to help you clean up.

 "thank you" and he gives your hand a brief squeeze before releasing it, tucking himself back into his pants and straightening his flak jacket. "no need to thank me, Y/N. that was... mutual, to say the least. "

clearing his throat, he attempts to regain some composure, though his eyes still linger on yours with an unreadable expression. "now, let's get moving before we attract any unwanted attention. i'm supposed to be training you, after all. "

you nodded at him and preparing for heading  back to village.

"and maybe keep this little tryst between us, hmm? for both our sakes. "his voice is firm, attempting to maintain a sense of normalcy, but there's a hint of softness in his tone that wasn't there before.

with that, he sets off through the trees, expecting you to follow. despite the unconventional start to your partnership, he can't deny the spark of excitement at the prospect of guiding such a fiery, passionate individual as yourself.

Wattpad link

[spacealligator]

anyone else thinks Rin is a bit idolized in canon and fanon?

always the perfect good girl or a girlboss

people, give me a girl failure

Rin is almost as fucked up on the head as Kakashi and Obito, she went through hell in war, and in AUs where she survives, she goes through hell with the jinchuriki thing and Obito’s death

c'mon give her some unhealthy coping mechanisms, make her jaded, tired of the world's bullshit, make her a total cynic, dissimulated, selfish, morally gray, relatable!

[nshi-ao3]

A recurring trait, among others.

[bayothemayo]

May I request some headcanon drabbles of Makoto Yuki(p3 mc) with a physical affectionate s/o ?

Makoto Yuki with a Physically Affectionate S/O (Makoto Yuki x Reader)

Basically, every time you had a chance you cuddle him like there was no tomorrow.

You give him a lot of small kisses in public. It was only when you two where alone you give him much more kisses.

Hugs? Yep. Side hugs, full hugs, and tackle hugs.

You usually hold off on affection during battles, as it was crucial for you and him to focus. Only when you guys are in the lobby you give him a peck, the beginning for good luck and the end for good job.

When ever there is a status ailment that have to doing anything to do with emotions, some quick affection snaps him out of it.

It was just your love language.

His reactions are always great for you, since you always has that neutral look on his face. There would be some faint blushing, maybe some embarrassment. The special reaction is when he smiles, even if it is a small smile that could be easily miss you were overjoyed. You always give him some more compliments to saying that you want to see him smile more.

He always affectionate back, not as much as you do. But as long as he is comfortable, you are happy to be with him.

[axleboost]

Naruto Fanfiction | Life Without Kurama, Chapter 11

Arguably one of my strongest chapters in this fanfiction, I give you Chapter 11 - Anchor Point! This point in the story was one of the main reasons I was so excited to cover the earlier arcs. I went through all of that just to get here.

Oh, what have we here? Inoichi Yamanaka himself! What are he and Sasuke cooperating on, and perhaps more importantly, why?!

Only one way to get your answer! ;-)

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Naruto

Character: Kakashi Hatake

Sample Size: 22,857 stories

Source: AO3

[manias-wordcount]

i was wondering if you wrote for persona 3? if you did could you write fluff and/or smut headcanons for minato / makoto? if you don't could it instead be ryuji?

sorry if it's a long ask, but happy new year too!

General Dating HCs (Minato Arisato)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘆𝗲𝘁 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗢)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He’s like a cat- mostly independent around everyone else but loves a good cuddle when you’re invovled

Like sometimes he’ll just straight up pick you up and place you on his lap and y’all could cuddle while doing your own thing

Just in general he probably likes it when the two of you can do stuff alone together

Something like him listening to music while you’re reading a book- all while snuggling on the bed <3

Of course he’ll loves doing stuff with you too

But you’re just his safe person so he probably just loves existing around you most of all

He definitely talks more with you compared to other people but he’s still pretty quiet

But he adores hearing you talk about whatever the hell is on your mind and he’s a great listener

So just be prepared for lots of touching and clinginess when you’re around him

Oh, and lots of soft kisses on the forehead, cheek, nose, and pretty much everywhere <3

[orpheatelos]

Holding On and Letting Go

After a long afternoon of studying in the school library (not his preferred activity, but Mitsuru had insisted after seeing his most recent exam scores) and an evening at the local boxing gym, Akihiko returns to the Iwatodai Dormitory. Having eaten on the way home from the gym, all he wants to do is brush his teeth and go to sleep.

Then he sees Makoto passed out in the dorm lounge, slumped in one of the luxurious chairs, the book he’d been reading now resting against his thigh. All those late nights cramming for exams or storming ever higher floors of Tartarus had finally caught up to him.

Deciding to wake Makoto up before Junpei finds him and does something stupid, Akihiko makes his way past the couch and table to stand over his slumbering friend. He had never paid Makoto much attention outside of Tartarus, but in sleep, the blue-haired boy looked much more fragile than his combat prowess would suggest. Aki had seen him cut down monsters twice his size, and if Takeba was to be believed, he'd beaten up three men at once with his bare hands. Yet in that moment, Aki can only compare him to his late sister Miki. He taps Makoto’s shoulder gently, but that fails to wake him.

Akihiko considers raising his voice, or even shaking Makoto awake. He can’t just leave him napping in a chair; his back would pay for that. But Makoto looks so serene that he can’t bring himself to interrupt his sleep either. The only option left is to carry him back to his room.

Sliding his arms under Makoto’s knees and back, Aki lifts him from the chair.

"C'mon, Leader,” he says. “Let's get you to bed."

When Akihiko shifts his arms underneath Makoto, the shorter boy mumbles something unintelligible and wraps his arms around Aki. He's holding on so tight, like he expects to be dropped at any moment, but Akihiko doesn’t take it as a slight to his strength. Once your home has been ripped away from you without warning, it’s hard to ever feel safe again.

After a slow, careful journey upstairs and down the hall, the two reach Makoto’s room. The door doesn’t lock, so Akihiko is able to awkwardly grab the handle and open it without disturbing his sleeping friend much. He carries him straight to bed and lowers him towards the sheets.

“Down you go,” he whispers, but Makoto won’t let go of him.

“Dad…” he whimpers, clinging tighter. “Don’t go…”

Aki lifts Makoto back up at once, holding him even tighter than before. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.” The words feel so awkward, a lie of omission he’s not skilled enough to tell convincingly, but his firm grip is soothing enough to compensate.

It takes almost a minute for Makoto to let go of him, but Aki doesn’t mind. Miki was the same way.

Once his friend is tucked into bed, Akihiko turns to leave, but the moment feels incomplete. There must be something he could do, if only he were socially savvy enough to realize what.

Feeling defeated, he makes his way out. He’s just about to close the door when it hits him.

"Good night, Leader." Akihiko sweeps Makoto’s fringe out of the way and kisses him on the forehead. As he stands up to leave, he sees a gentle smile on his friend’s face.

"Sweet dreams…”

[floridecuts]

Fanart also inspired by “come out of the ashes” by SilverStudios5140 on AO3. These are two scenes from chapter 18 that got me inspired to draw them.

It’s been a long time since i’ve drawn in this style but it was fun! ^^

I leaned myself outside the window and put a little bit japanese in there because I think it looks pretty. Hope there isn’t a mistake there, my modest japanese knowledge has gotten a bit rusty.

Hope you like it! I really like this story and can’t wait to read more! ^-^

[art-in-a-bottle]

Bolt From The Blue

Fanart for a fanfic I oh so enjoy

[arabella0001]

you drunk text them part 1

characters: naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, kakashi, itachi

part 2 here: obito, madara, minato, hasirama

[jacksgreysays]

I'm not sure I've ever told you about the idea, but I did end up getting permission to write a poly Kushina/Minato/Shikako for UnexpectedSensei!Verse. It's been a while since I thought about it though. Have you read UnexpectedSensei!Verse? If so, do you think I should go the funny/crack route or the serious route?

There's this specific version of the song "Still Here" that's Nightcore (but it hits different), and it's giving me serious UnexpectedSensei!Verse Shikako vibes. It's created this incredibly unlikely scenario where the initial candidates for Hokage are decided by some artifact or something playing super epic AMVs of those worthy, and Shikako shows up like the dark horse she is when Sarutobi is looking for a successor. If that makes any sense.

Unsure if these asks were directly related--it would be interesting if they were, but I'm guessing not--but I decided to bundle the answers together anyway, if that's cool.

First, I have read UnexpectedSensei!Verse and very much enjoy the series! It's one of my favorite DoS recursive series and truly contains the perfect amount of serious blended with Shikako's I am seemingly omnipotent and omniscient to everyone else but so blasé about it that it reads as funny/crack.

A poly Kushina/Minato/Shikako for UnexpectedSensei!Verse does sound like a fantastic idea! It kind of hearkens to... and I apologize for how CONSTANTLY I am self referential about these things... the spirit of this extremely short ficlet I wrote in which Kakashi overhears Shikako basically imply that had he bothered to learn fuinjutsu from either or both of Minato and Kushina then so many of his life's tragedies would have been avoided. I mean, but less Kakashi self-blame oriented of course. The spirit behind it being that Shikako, Minato, and Kushina would be an absolutely OP triad of mischievous genii, but with vastly different personalities and thought processes who maybe don't always agree but nonetheless respect (and eventually love) each other.

I may need a link for that nightcore "Still Here," lol.

I think an artifact--or maybe, to lean into that whole... Hidden Leaf and the mysticism of Mokuton, it's an ancient semi-sentient ginkgo tree--that decides the next Hokage or at least generates a report (whether that is in the style of an epic AMV, lol) or something that significantly contributes to the decision of the next Hokage is also very fascinating.

Like, this is a little reverse of what we're going for, but in the show Trese, the main character undergoes a coming of age ceremony by entering an ancient balete tree and basically receiving a vision, but it appears to take YEARS before she comes back out. Which doesn't seem to surprise people. So, it could be something like:

current Hokage (in this case the Sandaime--or, if we don't want to deal with him, we could just say, "person who is potentially deciding on the next Hokage") enters/touches/kneels before the secret semi-sentient ancient tree that lives inside the Hokage mountain somehow or whatever

person speaks a potential candidate's name --> tree gives a vision of whether or not they'd be a good Hokage (perhaps in the style of an epic AMV--I mean, ideally we're looking for cool inspiring hero, but even villains and tragedies have epic AMVs, you know? You can still be entertained even while knowing that person probably shouldn't have control over a military dictatorship)

repeat as needed for however many potential Hokage candidates there are

at end of person's list, perhaps the secret semi-sentient ancient tree offers their own suggestions

perhaps the secret semi-sentient ancient tree, being so ancient and mystical, isn't beholden to time and so doesn't really know how time works for mere mortals

perhaps the secret semi-sentient ancient tree, has been continuously showing an epic AMV of Shikako to EVERY PERSON who has asked for potential next Hokage candidates and is confused as to why it is CONSTANTLY being ignored only for it to FINALLY be given the name Nara Shikako and it's like... YES! THIS IS THE ONE! YEAH! I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU THIS WHOLE TIME! HERE!

Anyway, thanks for the asks, aryaokayfriend! I know these were pretty short responses, and squished together, but I hope you got some fun out of them :D

[hazardous-who]

For prompts: I'd love something for a team Minato love triangle and there class is making bets on who's going to end up together or may be who is first one to confess?? I want tooth rotting fluff please and thank you

@lola-x & @mwantstossleep I'm dedicating this one-shot to all three of you, doing a bit of a mashup of all of your prompts. I know they're each a bit different, but I got pretty inspired and it got out of hand pretty fast- but I hope you all enjoy it !

⚠ New Fic Alert - [ Turn Around, Won't You? ]

[ Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito ]

The reality of the situation was that their whole class had actually gotten involved in a bet about who would end up with who from team Minato, so seeing Rin and Obito making what they all thought was goo-goo eyes at one another, a lot of people who had bet on them thought they had won.

No one had expected Kakashi to get in the middle of them though, giving people who had bet on Rin and Kakashi what they thought was a fighting chance if their youngest classmate was actually realizing he liked the medical-nin back now that she seemed so close with Obito.

It was a whole mess of drama and rumors that team Minato would probably be hacking their lungs over with crimson faces if they knew everything that was being speculated about them.

🚩 Rating - General. 🏁 Finished One-shot. Link Here - [ click click ]

[mistletoeandarrows]

Caught Looking

I'm thrilled to share my fic for @kumeramen's gorgeous, ultra-sweet prequel baseball artwork! I had a ton of fun putting a sporty 50s twist on this beautiful ship. Enjoy! 🧡⚾

Pairing: Shisui/Sakura

Rating: T

Summary:

“Go! GO! Shisui-senpai!” Turning toward the bleachers, Shisui spotted a petite girl in the front row waving her pom-poms a little too ardently, her long pink hair whipping through the air. The other cheerleaders had about half her intensity and vocal projection. It wasn’t unusual for the cheer squad to practice alongside the baseball team. Shisui just wasn’t used to having such an impassioned admirer—a strikingly pretty one, at that.

Read the one-shot on AO3