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mortyvongola2-0 · 1 year

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Day 3: Touchless Orgasm

Can't Help it

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, touchless orgasm, a lot of dirty talk, like a lot a lot of it, semipublic, oral sex (male receiving), dom Kakashi, very dom Kakashi I can't emphasize this enough, use of the word 'slut' but you know in the fun way, throat abuse, possessive behavior, dominance/submission, face fucking, voice kink, office blowjobs

A/N: Kinktober is a year round event right? Not just one month out of the year, right? Also, lemme know if you want to be apart of tagged list.

Read it on AO3

It was unfair, really. He knew what he did to you, how his voice could affect you. How he could get you to do almost anything with the promise of him. You whined, your thighs pressed together to try and get some friction against your weeping sex.

So unfair.

His chuckle, low and heavy with pleasure, made you whine around his cock again. Your jaw was stretched wide, drool escaped from the corners of your lips as you continued to take him as far into your mouth as your body allowed. Just having him in your mouth alone was enough to make you wet enough to soak through your clothes.

“Mm, you look so pretty like this,” his voice was breathy but firm, husky but more addictive to you than any drug or cigarette could be. “Slobbering all over my cock, under my desk, whining like you’re on edge from this alone.”

You closed your eyes, you would have shaken your head if you could have, but instead you swallowed more of him. The fat head hit the back of your throat and you fought against the gag that threatened to overtake you. You could feel your clit throb.

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

Gods, yes.

“To cum with my cock in your throat?” His hips thrust forward for emphasis, and you felt saliva slide further down your chin. You pulled back, taking him out of your throat before pushing him back in, trying to take him in even further. “What a cute little cock slut you are.”

His hands tugged at your hair, the minute amount of pain turning into a pleasant buzz in your pleasure-addled brain. You moaned against him, your hips moving on instinct. Your sex clenched around nothing. The delicious chuckle that left him was cut off by a sharp gasp as you attempted to swallow around him. You opened your eyes again, even as you felt them begin to tear up, to try to take in the sight of him with his head tossed back. Your hand began to reach down to slip beneath the waistband of your pants.

“Don’t,” he panted.

You blinked at him in confusion, vision blurred with unshed tears. He groaned, the hand that was in your hair tugged harder, forcing you to take him in up to the root, your nose pressed firmly against the silver locks at his base. You sputtered, the tears finally falling.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, hips moving minimally. “Don’t touch yourself,” he commanded.

A keen left your throat and vibrated around his shaft. You wanted to ask why, to demand he allow you that small relief, but instead you dragged your teeth against him as he pulled out until only the leaking tip remained on the back of your tongue.

“I know you don’t need it to cum.”

He began to thrust eagerly, fucking your face with abandon. “All you need is this,” both of his hands came down to hold your cheeks and caress your jaw. The noises that left your throat were lewd and wet, you could feel your pussy throb with desperation, and you spread your bent legs. “My cock, my- ah,” you closed your eyes again so you could focus on the sounds. His sounds. “My voice. You’re so easy, so depraved.”

His thumbs rubbed against the stretched corners of your lips. “I don’t even have to see your pretty little hole to know that it’s drooling more than your mouth. Hn,” his grip tightened on your face, and you humped the floor, feeling no relief from the increasing ache. “I’ll cum down your throat and tell you to cum and you will, because its my voice telling you to. Because you can’t resist me.”

You could feel your slick as it leaked against your thighs, could feel yourself suck him harder as your need grew. If only he was inside of you, ruining your insides like he was your throat. You needed Kakashi to pull you out from under his desk and bend you over and take you so thoroughly you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. The throbbing in your core grew as his groans increased and the abuse on your throat worsened. You were so turned on, it felt like you were being edged.

“You’ll swallow it all, every last drop, and leave my office with drool down your chin, your slick down your legs, and a belly full of my cum.”

A shiver crawled up your spine and your grip on his pant legs turned white knuckled. You felt close but torturously so. He was right, you were depraved. Your clit begged for any kind of stimulation, a single touch and you were sure you’d be gone. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you? You’re close, aren’t you?” You whined and he let out a humorless laugh. “Mmm, look at your hips moving on their own. So naughty, getting so worked up over having a cock in your mouth that you’re about to cum.”

A desperate whine left your throat.

“Go on,” he grunted, his own hips stuttering. “Cum, cum while I paint your throat.”

Kakashi let out a stuttering gasp and you felt the tension in your core release at the same instance his seed shot down your esophagus. It was hot and thick, some of it leaking out onto your tongue as you struggled to swallow while still cumming yourself. Your walls clenched around nothing, your clit ached with over sensitivity, and you could feel your fluids slide further down your skin and soak your clothes completely. It was an unsatisfactory orgasm that had left you twitching and achingly overstimulated.

“Mm, good girl.”

His fingers rubbed your stiff jaw gently as he pulled out, it made an ungodly wet schlop as he left your throat before leaving a wet trail against your lips. You closed your mouth when he was out, the tang of spend along your tongue as you struggled to get it all down. He’d cum so much.

“That’s it,” he muttered and rubbed his thumbs over your lips. “Swallow your reward.”

“P-please,” your voice was hoarse, tongue heavy, and throat thick with him. You needed him then more than ever before. “Kashi, please, fuck me.” “Hm, how can I deny a request like that from such pretty swollen lips?”

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okamirayne · 6 months

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Our Kings and Killers

Arrrgghh. Safe word needed. The HHU story vibes are whipping me something fierce…🫠 ☕️

Song inspo: Bother by Stone Sour

POV: Sasuke’s perspective

“You don't need to bother / I don't need to be / I'll keep slipping farther / But once I hold on / I won't let go 'til it bleeds”

Ps. Yes, Sasuke and Naruto’s arms have been ‘restored’. All part of the HHU canon divergence…

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uchiha-namikaze-spawn · 1 year

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Kakashi using Obito's excuses

Kakashi: I ran into an old woman in trouble on my way here and-

Naruto: Kakashi-sensei?

Kakashi: uh?

Naruto: it's not your fault.

Kakashi: What?

Naruto: it's not your fault.

Kakashi: I know I only stopped to help her-

Naruto: Kakashi-sensei it is not your fault.

Kakashi realizing: ...

#source: One Summer's Day CH 3 by AnimeSiren on Fanfiction.net #me on Kakashi using Obito's excuses #uzumaki naruto #naruto series #naruto uzumaki #naruto shippuden #naruto classic #naruto #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #anbu kakashi #fanfiction.net #fanfic #fanfiction #naruto fanfic #naruto incorrect quotes

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thoughtsareclouded · 2 years

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KakaObi Fanfic Recommendations

UPDATED 26/12/2022

These are some of my favourite KakaObi fanfics I’ve read on AO3. All of them are completed. They’re not ranked in any particular order. See the titles for links.

we’ll make it work

Proper Fuck

Too Close For Comfort

It’s not so bad, and I can’t see

Dirty Little Secret

The Promotion

Lord Sixth’s Birthday

A Week in Kiri with the Hound

heat lightning

poisoned at the roots

The Art of Seduction

Catalyst

Surprise

I See You When You Hide

Kamui Blues

Neon Green

Courtesy

Obito for Breakfast

Whipped

A Week in Kiri with the Hound

heat lightning

poisoned at the roots

kintsukuroi

Poly Ships Featuring KakaObi

To Reach This Point (KakaObiRin)

A Little Motivation (KakaObiRin)

talk so pretty (KakaObiRIn)

Incremental (KakaObiRIn)

How We Get to the End (KakaYamaObi)

Savour (including KakaObi, KakaYamaObi, and KakaObiRIn)

The Excavation (KakaYamaObi)

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anns-works · 2 years

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Everyone: HOW DO YOU LOSE AN ENTIRE GENIN TEAM??!!?!?! Kakashi, wistfully thinking back to the sheer bullshit they put him through: You forgot to cherish them.

#The Lost Village Of Legends #fanfic shitpost #fanfic shitposting #personal shitpost #personal shitposts #shitposts #naruto #incorrect naruto quotes #naruto shitpost #naruto memes #naruto series #naruto shitposts #naruto shippuuden #team seven #team 7 #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #TLVOL Kakashi

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mystery-hood · 2 years

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Fanfic Recommendations

I share with you a list with some of my favorite KakaGai/GaiKaka fanfics. 💙💚

Links available in each of the titles.

Good Morning!!

Okazu

Home

Good Boy

Octopi can become very territorial when threatened

Ugly Hanukkah Sweaters

Not a Burden

Late Bloomer

Heart

Need Somebody (Not Just Anybody)

Make-Out Commitment

Soft and Sweet

Kakashi-sama

Where History Comes From

Something's Gotta Give

Cataphora

Confide

Mid Day Visit

Manifestations of Regret

Number one

Kiss Me More

Still

Silent Tears

Nunca jamás

Self Control

Kakashi Hatake's Magical Misadventure

Sunflower

A World Where We Can Be Loved

I'm just a line without a hook

A Female Switch

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sunlightrays · 10 months

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Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters were created by and belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Yamanaka Naoki is the Original Character and property of Okami Rayne. This fanfiction is based in the Naruto fanfiction universe of the “Break to Breathe” series by Okami Rayne. ( @okamirayne )

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The Canvas Of A Life

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Summary:

Not every night can be lit up by stars. Lives fade, years pass by and some nights the sky is covered in clouds.

Looking at the north star of his life, an illuminated window, Genma thinks that maybe the lights he has left could help him chase away the darkness on the birthday of a person that’s left this world too soon.

Song to this fanfic: Rain – Sleep Token

"And just like the rain / you cast the dust into nothing / and wash out the salt from my hands"

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The sky looked just about as dark as Genma felt. The bags under his eyes were as deep as the clouds looming over him.

He huffed a weak laugh, breathy and tinged with bitterness.

Way to be dramatic, Shiranui.

Ah, but dramatic seemed to be the theme for this day.

Standing outside, he took in a deep breath of the cool air, felt it on its path down his constricting throat and heavy chest, filling his lungs. He hadn’t exactly meant to come here. Not tonight…

Hadn’t intended to stand outside of Kakashi’s apartment building. Really, he’d planned to just go to sleep, close his eyes and forget about today and what it meant.

But he hadn’t slept. Not tonight and not the night before…

Couldn’t.

Because he hadn’t been picking Kakashi’s lock and claiming his bed like he belonged there. The copy-nin had been away on a three day mission and while Genma was a self-proclaimed freeloader he preferred having witnesses to it. Made it more satisfying.

Around noon Kakashi had returned, safe and without noteworthy wounds, according to Kotetsu and Izumo.

And according to the light in his window, he was awake.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other and grinding his teeth on cold steel, he looked up for a few more seconds before passing a hand over his face. His eyes stung. He turned to the door of the apartment complex, picked the lock and made his way up to the front door.

Quiet, quick, avoiding the steps he knew would creak.

Quick was also the work he made of the lock to Kakashi’s apartment.

Got enough practice in, hmn?

Indeed… Over the past few weeks, he’d been here more often than not.

Honestly wasn’t sure why Kakashi even bothered locking his door.

Most of his nights were spent at Kakashi’s side, pressed close on the small bed. Sometimes the air was thick with the smell of sweat, sex and shared breaths. Sometimes they were both too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

He didn’t show up every night… Missions called them away. Every so often, they crossed paths in the Jonin station, Kakashi telling him about his evening plans with his team or Gai. Some nights Genma spent on Raidō’s couch, still refusing the spare bed. Others he sat in his bedroom, pieces of paper and earrings in his hands.

But practice wasn’t the only thing he’d get if he wasn’t careful. A chakra charged fist coupled with a healthy dose of electricity wasn’t exactly what he came here for.

Kakashi should be used to Genma letting himself in by this point, Kami knows he’d done it often enough… but missions fuck with you, put you on edge. Genma knew that just as well as any shinobi.

Not wanting to startle the other ninja, he made a point of opening the door slowly, senbon tucked back between his lips. He let it catch the light of the lamp as he stepped in.

Several pairs of eyes turned to look at Genma.

Really, it only should’ve been one. One eyeball, not a pair. A single, pretty grey one.

As it was, though, he had the full attention of eight ninken with their ears perked up and fur bristled.

A low, warning woof came from one of the ninken, laying on the floor between Kakashi’s desk and bed, canines flashing. The copy-nin made a sharp “Shh.” and the dog’s light-brown head dropped back down onto his paws, watching Genma’s every move.

The silver-haired leader of the pack was on his bed, propped up on his elbows, mask on, eyebrows raised in askance. He didn’t seem tense, just tired, curious and a little startled.

After having closed the door behind himself, Genma leaned his back against it and gave Kakashi the once-over, gaze lingering more than necessary. He did indeed look fine.

Shit, he always looks fine.

His black sleeveless top exposed the strong arms and tattooed shoulder, the mask pulled over the face that Genma knew was pretty and the disheveled hair made it hard to look away.

But he wasn’t the only one staring. The dogs regarded him with an animal wariness, not used to his sudden intrusion.

A silver dog with spiked fur at the top of his head was stationed right at the foot of the bed, paws crossed, and head raised.

Although, at second glance… not all of them seemed too bothered by his presence.

Curled up on the left side of Kakashi’s bed was a big black bulldog, huffing a quiet sigh before dropping his head on the sheets again, heavy eyelids closing slowly. An odd feeling of jealousy washed over Genma at the sight, the senbon between his lips tipping down.

Pakkun regarded him with a skeptical look from the left side of Kakashi’s pillow, looking over bulldog’s massive head.

“Huh. Didn’t expect canine company”, Genma drawled.

He’d sort of expected to get the copy-nin alone. Not for any ulterior motives… though usually he wouldn’t pass up the chance. But he felt too raw, too tired, too real to hide what was going on beneath the surface.

He needed smart-ass remarks from a grouchy pug about as much as a kick to the shin.

“They were with me on the mission… They deserved the rest.”

Or you needed the company…

Genma shot a pointed look at Bull, occupying the side of the bed closest to the wall, forcing a smirk. “I see you replaced me already.”

Kakashi raised an brow at that. “Believe it or not, he snores less than you.”

A slow smirk. “Didn’t know big and wrinkly was your type. Could’ve told me sooner.”

Familiar humor. It eased Genma’s mind and tension a little. Hearing the breathy chuckle of the other man filled him with a warm feeling.

But one in the room didn’t seem as amused by his jokes: Pakkun huffed a deep sound that seemed suspiciously close to distaste. Granted, Genma didn’t claim to be an animal expert by any stretch - just yesterday Waif had gotten pissed off at fuck knows what and in consequence, shredded a nice new sweater. Shame, really, he liked that sweater.

Watching the man on the bed, Genma sat down on an empty spot on the bed, the mattress dipping. Shiba observed him from the floor, raising his head to sniff the air around him.

Genma drummed his fingers against the sheets, eyes focusing on a white dog hair shining in the artificial light.

“How was the mission, Hatake? All good?”

“Nothing noteworthy. Though you might be delighted to hear that I did have a rather intimate meeting with a thorny bush.”

Genma grabbed his chest in fake exasperation, but his movements felt sluggish, lacking his usual energy. “You cheat on me with bushes and replace me with dogs.” He sucked in a breath through his teeth for dramatic effect, resting his elbows on his knee, hands dangling between. Leaning forwards, he cocked his head.

“I bet I could lick you just as well.” A cheap replica of his signature scandalizing smile and velvet murmur. “And give you a few scratches too…”

Kakashi humored him with a small chuckle but not before long, a quiet settled in between them, only the sighing of Bull’s breath audible. Something was off and Kakashi seemed to notice.

Damn.

Around them, a palpable tension… emotion, a sense of wariness, the question of why Genma was here and acting like this.

The grey orb studying his form in a slow drift made Genma’s skin itch, tension skittering across, closely followed by the warmth of arousal that gaze tended to inspire.

Over the last few weeks, the intimacy between them had grown stronger, displays of affection more frequent, their connection deepening… They’d found purchase on shaky ground, navigating the new terrain.

But today, Genma had felt his foundation shake, the opening of a sinkhole he tried his hardest not to fall into, seeking out the man that steadied him.

Lost in the landscape of thought, his senbon flicked up and down between his lips and he damn near nicked his tongue with it. Jolting on the spot he cursed himself for his tic – one he’d have easily avoided any other time – and saw Kakashi’s brows draw together in a mixture of concern and confusion.

“Genma. What is going on with you today?”

Fuck it. One animal to another, he figured. Kakashi could read him… Knew him long enough, well enough. Genma knew his defenses were down, hard to keep up around other people, harder still around this man.

Still, finding the words was equally hard.

Almost hesitant, he met Kakashi’s mismatched gaze under shuttered lids, trying to hide his feelings behind a smile. He knew it came out wrong by the way the crease between Kakashi’s brows deepened.

"Take a walk with me?”

At the mention of the word ‘walk’, ears turned to him, animal eyes lit up with excitement and the dull thud-thud-thud of a hesitantly wagging tail broke the silence. Genma’s lip kicked up at the corners as he saw Biscuit looking at him, at Kakashi and back to him in what seemed like a request for permission.

Kakashi hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on Genma, searching…

Then he surveyed the room, studied the reactions of his ninken for a few moments before tilting his head with a mock-defeated look and shrugged his shoulders. “Looks like I’ve been outvoted.” A signature crinkle around his eyes, Genma’s heart fluttering at the sight.

Kakashi didn’t ask any questions.

He was glad for it.

Only Pakkun regarded Genma sceptically under his droopy lids. “You’ve looked at the time, pup? You woke me up for a walk?”, he rumbled, grouchy as ever.

Kakashi shot him a silencing look. “He woke me up for a walk. You can stay here, if you’re so inclined, Pakkun.”

The pug grumbled, pondered this for a moment.

Genma rose off the bed, felt restless and antsy.

As soon as Kakashi peeled the sheets back and stood, the majority of his pack got to their feet as well.

Loyal…, Genma thought. Unquestioningly. Not giving him the privacy he wanted though.

Shiba and Biscuit positioned themselves at the door, anticipation clear in their body language.

Only Bull took his time, yawning and slowly heaving his body off the – seemingly very comfortable – bed and dropping down with a heavy sound.

Pakkun stayed on the bed for a few moments longer, a disgruntled look edged into the wrinkly face.

After reaching for his hitai-ate and pulling it over his red eye, Kakashi grabbed his Jōnin vest that laid draped over the chair.

“Where do you want to go?”, he asked.

Genma shook his head. He didn’t know. Just knew he needed to walk. Knew he needed to not be alone.

His silence seemed to give him away. Kakashi crossed the room, Shiba and Biscuit making space for him, before opening the door. The ninken waited until both men had stepped out of the room. As he walked through the door, Kakashi turned off the lightswitch.

He held the door open, waited as even Bull joined them in the corridor. Waited a little more… cocked his hip against the wood, arms crossed, looking back into his now dark apartment.

Waited, waited on…

...the fast clicking of tiny nails on the floorboards, the patter of paws and a pug with head held high strutting through the door like royalty.

A royal pain in the ass., Genma thought without scorn.

Together they made their way out into the cold, cloudy night.

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Luck was a bitch; fate was a whore and grief…

Grief was a fucking sewer rat.

Genma was sure of it.

It snuck up on you, silently, gnawed with sharp and tiny teeth; chewed holes in the walls, the masks and the fragile beating muscle hidden behind. Grief tunneled through mind and memories, flesh and feelings…

It wasn’t suffering. Genma was well acquainted with that hellpit-demon.

Suffering took larger chunks, tore and ripped, leaving destruction and devastation in its wake.

Grief nibbled… nibbled on the edges of memories, left them frayed. Little reminders of what once had been. Sometimes it’d skitter off, hide somewhere deep and only come out when it felt safe…

When he felt safe.

Kakashi…

They were sitting on a fallen tree, thighs touching, looking out to an open clearing where the pack sniffed, ran and played.

I’m even starting to think like you, hn?

Eccentric.

Yeah, he was thinking alright. Thinking… and remembering. Starlit nights spent with a different man, in a different time, in a different life...

Pretty sure love did this to him. Bright and beautiful shades stealing in again with every smile and every kiss. Making him feel, think… wax lyrical shit.

Things he thought long buried under the wreckage of his life.

But life had changed its artistry after he’d stopped trying to burn down the canvas. It painted in every color available in the goddamn palette: brilliant, happy, gloomy, dark, every stroke evoking emotions too long denied; the colors dulled by maturity, now that he was older, wiser, more experienced.

And he was glad for it. Glad that he hadn’t burnt the entirety of his synapses and bridges. Glad that people stuck with him, even when he was at his worst…

I didn’t deserve it.

A sigh left his lips, loud into the chilly night.

Kakashi gave him a sidelong glance, grey eye piercing almost as intensely as his bright-red one.

He gave the other man a tight lipped smile, avoiding his gaze, wasn’t sure he could stand what was written in those eyes with his own walls laying crumbled at this feet.

Kakashi’s soft looks had a way of reminding him of a time where people, lovers, had left and he’d stayed behind.

That's in the past…

Not the first time that thought had crossed his mind. Likely not the last either.

He wasn’t living in it anymore but he’d been marked by it.

Marked by all the memories he had made… God, the memories.

How many could he even recall?

So many were hidden, blurry behind a chemical haze, pink pills and shōchū burning in a different way now… Leaving him mourning more than lost lovers.

Few moments were clear in his mind. One of them was the night he and Kakashi had shared their first kiss and a lot more than that…

That kiss… That fucking kiss. It had framed and hung itself on the walls of his inner mind. All by itself, that damn thing had a life on its own. Must have hands too by the way it had his heart in a deathgrip. Maybe it’d taken some inspiration from him, moving in and refusing to pay rent.

That kiss and the words that had accompanied it rang through Genma’s mind.

“You’re not that man… and I’ll tell you why. Cause I’d never do this with Kaika.”

Not that man…

Yeah. He felt different now, seeing those fragile moments of memory, illuminated in the light of the present.

A time where names were carved in stone, spintops had lost their momentum and the minutes still ticked by. Floated away like the dark clouds above their heads, taking away the days, years…

A rustling startled him out of his thoughts.

His eyes narrowed in the direction.

Damn…

Out of the shrubs trotted an auburn-colored dog – Ūhei, as Genma had learned at some point – carrying a stick that was about as long as the animal itself.

Genma turned his head to Kakashi, an amused quirk to his lips. “Looks like it’s time for fetch.”

“Looks like it.” Kakashi nodded his head in the direction of the dog and as Genma looked back to it, the canine dropped the stick unceremoniously in front of his feet.

“Have fun.”

Genma stared at the dog and his slowly wagging tail.

“Hn.”

The animal touched his nose to the stick, looked at Genma again, dark eyes shiny and pleading. Genma raised his brows in a 'not happening'-look.

Either the dog couldn’t tell or simply didn’t give a shit because he didn’t budge.

At that, Genma turned to Kakashi, figured the dog was his responsibility after all.

Sensing his look, the copy-nin hummed, made to grab the stick which Ūhei promptly snatched away from Kakashi’s reaching hands. “See?”

“Stubborn…”, Genma murmured, tipping his senbon to the side, leaning down and holding his hand out.

“He can do this all night.”

“I’d rather do something else all night and it sure as hell doesn’t include dogs…”

“You were the one wanting to take a walk.”

Genma couldn’t argue that. Didn’t attempt to, either.

Ūhei dropped the stick in Genma’s hand, providing a welcome distraction from the conversation. Tail wagging, he made a half turn, body tilted to the front, eyes fixed on the wood.

Genma feigned a throw, watching the dog twitch on the spot.

He lifted the stick and chucked it, smiled faintly as the auburn colored ninken sprinted and caught it mid-air.

Trotting back proudly, Ūhei dropped the saliva-covered stick in front of Genma’s feet like a well-trained lapdog, expecting another throw.

Obliging, Genma repeated the game a few times to the same effect until he noticed Kakashi looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Head resting in his palm, elbow propped on his leg, Kakashi smiled at the two of them, grey eye warm with affection.

Their gazes held, one second, two.

Kakashi said nothing and Genma’s eyes dropped to the movement just below, Kakashi’s hand stroking out and over the dog’s head. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. “He likes you, Genma.”

Genma had to snort at that, but it came out too soft, the tiredness eating into his voice. “And they say dogs are good judges of character.”

A soft look and silence again; Kakashi proceeded with the game of fetch, throwing the branch into the treeline, much to Ūhei’s delight.

“For the record”, came a grumbling from off to the side. Pakkun. “Don’t let it get to your head, pup. If you throw a stick, you get into Ūhei’s good books.”

Genma raised a brow at the slightly condescending pet name but before he could retort, Ūhei had already pounced on Pakkun, dragging his tongue over the wrinkly face, stick dropped beside him.

That works.

Was probably more annoying and humiliating for Pakkun than anything Genma could’ve done.

They sat in silence, after that. Genma watched the dark clouds pass by, catching glimpses of the stars behind them.

The cold breeze rustled the leaves, the dogs had settled down near them, Pakkun using Bull’s paws as a pillow, Ūhei chewing his stick, the rest in differing states of awake.

Genma leaned forwards, resting his elbows on his legs, gazing onto the clearing and the trees. The scene looked like painting material…

Too bad his artistic skills were about as good as animal handling ones.

“He was an artist. Drawings, poems… Stuff like that”, he spoke, softly.

Charcoal sketches came to mind, stashed away in the safety of his apartment. Ink on paper and on Karibi’s skin, soft strokes of watercolor capturing fragile petals, words turning empty pages to artworks.

“He’d… find beauty in fucking everything”, he went on. “Rainy days, random flowers… Shit, he even drew me sharpening kunais.”

Kakashi kept silent, palm stroking over Bulls pelt, observing the way Genma was staring off into the middle-distance, into the past.

“I never really understood, you know? How he saw the world. How he saw me.” The words seemed to just pour out now… poured like summer rain, every drop filled with warmth and melancholy, falling into the quiet night. “But I loved him for it. And then he left and I thought I’d never find peace… I thought I’d…”, his voice broke. “Never get out… But you were there and I got to see him, talk to him one last time…”

He took a deep breath in, dropping his head and passing his hands through his hair to restore his composure that had crumbled under the weight of emotion.

A sad smile as he met Kakashi’s eyes. Then, quietly… “He would’ve turned 34 today.”

Kakashi’s gaze gentled, grey eye softening with empathy and compassion. He reached out a hand, placed it on Genma’s leg, thumb kneading soothing circles. The warmth of that gesture sent a comforting wave through him, an unspoken “I’m here”. And really, that’s all Genma needed tonight.

Next to him, a grey dog settled down, sensing the mood but seemingly wanting to be close.

Genma found himself stroking the spiked fur on his head, felt the soft strands between his fingers.

Karibi would’ve liked you…

Liked? Bullshit. She would’ve fucking loved the mohawk on this thing. Probably would’ve tried to steal him, too. He chuckled at the thought of Kakashi running after the woman in an attempt to get his ninken back.

“Who’s this one?”, he asked, scratching behind an ear. The dog was leaning into his touch… so trusting… Stupid decision, really, but somehow he ended up receiving trust anyway. Raidō, Kakashi… Waif on occasion.

“His name’s Shiba… You met him before…”, Kakashi murmured, a bit reserved, an odd edge to his tone.

“I have?”

“After I let you in again… When we fought. When I told you that Naoki wasn’t…”, he trailed off there, the words and silence hanging.

A flicker of memory, senbons buried in fur.

“One dog down. One more to go.”

His own voice, ice-cold… as cold as the wave of regret that washed over him…

Well fuck.

Genma stared at his lethal hand, still resting on the dog’s head, stomach tightening. A hand that had hurt the dog in front and the man beside him.

He pulled it back, startling Shiba with the motion, curled it into a fist and pressed it against his mouth, teeth grinding on the senbon.

Fragments of that time skirted around his mind. Shit, he barely remembered. Had been too far gone. On pain, on drugs, on a red-mist rage. Fuck. Just who hadn’t he hurt?

“I-…”, he choked out, swallowing hard, the rest of the words dying in his throat.

Kakashi let out an audible breath, looking at his ninken…

Forgiveness. It came in the form of heavy head on top of his thigh. Genma flinched at the sudden warmth but Shiba just rested his head against him, unphased, unconditional.

“You don’t smell like the entire chemical lab anymore, pup”, Pakkun chirped up. “You’d be dumb to think we didn’t notice the change.”

He straightened, passed a hand across Shiba’s head.

The change… Getting better, getting clean, getting closer to Kakashi… Of course, they had noticed. His scent was plastered all over the copy-nin with the amount of sex they had.

It’s more than that…

“You feel for him in a way you haven’t felt for anyone in a long time.”

Remembering those words, that voice, that face... It’d never stop hurting. Genma knew, knew it just as well as he knew that Naoki hadn’t been wrong. His words had always hit, always had possessed the power to reach him in vital spots and they struck true often.

Dead-fucking-centre...

Always.

But the memories remained... They lived on inside him, inside his soul. Just like the will-o'-the-wisp lights guiding him out of whatever dark places he found himself in. Out of addiction, out of punishment, out of pain and penalty.

“Ghostly lights, the spirits of the dead... those aren’t the kind of lights that just go out.”

Never.

“Never. I’ll always burn for you. But now you have to live. Really live. No more seven times down bullshit. No half-life. No half-love. Promise me.”

And Genma had. God, he had. And with all the things Genma broke... objects, bones, trust... hearts... He would never break this promise.

He looked across at the silver-haired man beside him, felt the warmth radiating from him and let his hand drop back down from his mouth.

Another light.

Another love.

A guide out Tanzaku-flames and crippling addiction.

“Hatake”, he said quietly, a gentle smile on his face.

Kakashi turned his head to him at the sound of his name and hummed in question, brows raised.

Genma put his right hand on top of the copy-nins that sat on his thigh, linking their fingers.

Their gazes locked again, such a soft, affectionate look on the other man’s face and Genma could do nothing but marvel. That look… The one that had made everything so damn complicated between them. But right now, there was something else between them.

Fondness.

Empathy.

Intimacy…

Gently, slowly, Kakashi leaned in, reached up with his free hand and plucked the senbon from Genma’s lips, set it aside and kissed Genma, lips nudging gently. Genma melted into the touch, into the softness, the safety of it, tension leaving his body with a soft sigh.

Crazy how this man made him feel. His pulse tripped as their tongues touched, a kiss so breathtakingly slow that, for a moment, the entire universe focused only on them.

He felt the warm breath of the other man on his face, felt his lips ghosting over his eyelids. Genma lowered his head slightly and Kakashi pressed a kiss to his temple.

When Genma opened his eyes again, he felt a little more balanced, a little more steady than he did before. The dreaded day had come and passed, his internal clock telling him it must be shortly after midnight.

But Kami, he was tired… the exhaustion and sleep deprivation had caught up to him, turning his bones to lead. He felt like he’d run for hours and in some way, he had…

The way he felt must 've been written on his face judging by Kakashi’s next comment. “Time to go home?”, he said, raising his hand and cupping Genma’s cheek, stroking his thumb over the dark skin under Genma’s eye.

Genma turned his face into the touch, drew a deep breath before nodding against Kakashi’s hand. “Yeah. Feels like I could doze off right here…”

Kakashi smiled faintly, a small crinkle around his eyes. He stood, stretching out a hand to Genma.

A brown brow sketched up at the offering to help him up. “Ass”, he chuckled, without bite. “Next you’re gonna carry me?”

“Oh, if you insist. I’ve done it to Gai. As part of a challenge, of course. I won.”

“Mhm…” Genma stood, stretching his arms to ward off the drowsiness for a little longer.

They made their way back to Kakashi’s apartment, the pack following quietly. As Kakashi opened the door with the keys, Genma watched, an amused quirk to his lips at the rare sight.

Kakashi opened the door, husked a stern “Wait.” as Biscuit tried to squeeze past him. He stepped inside first, laid the keys on his desk. Genma squeezed past the pack waiting before the threshold, impressed with their obedience and slightly annoyed by their unwillingness to move out of his way.

After Kakashi had given them their command to come in, they wasted no time settling down on the bed and the floor around it.

“So… they’re gonna stay here, huh”, Genma questioned, although he was sure of the answer already.

“Yes, they are.”

“What was that about the taxidermist you mentioned a while ago?”

Pakkun, having settled on the right side of Kakahshi’s pillow, shot him a glare from underneath wrinkled brows.

“That was solved without having to resort to violence.”

“Right… Well. As long as I get to sleep without having to resort to violence…”

Kakashi chuckled at that. “We’ll figure it out.” And with that, he proceeded to strip off his vest and Jōnin slacks, removed his gloves and hitai-ate, setting them over his chair.

Genma followed suit, but stopped his motions as Kakashi took off his mask. Just to look… just for a few seconds before proceeding to undress to his boxer briefs. Something about the dogs being in the room made him not want to be entirely naked.

Some might call it embarrassment, Genma called it prevention of getting his balls chewed off by some canine craving a midnight snack.

Kakashi climbed into bed; the dogs had left a spot just big enough for him to fit. Training or respect, Genma didn’t know but he sure knew there was not enough space for him. He stood at the edge of the bed, eyebrows raised at the copy-nin who returned the look, propped up on his elbow, a coy look on his face.

Smug bastard.

Genma didn’t find it in him to be angry for any amount of time. Instead, he smirked, let his gaze drift over the sight on the bed. He kneeled onto the bed and, with a little athleticism, laid down on his side close to Kakashi, head in hand.

He shot a look at Pakkun, who occupied a good half of the pillow. “Care to move?”

“Is this your home?”, was the grumpy retort.

Kakashi lifted his hand, cupped the back of Genma’s head and drew him close to his chest, causing him to brace his arm against the mattress.

“Yes, it is.”

A little startled, Genma stiffened before relaxing against firm muscle and warm skin covered in the soft fabric of the turtleneck. He could feel the steady and strong heartbeat against the side of his face, felt Kakashi’s fingers gently massage his scalp.

Silently, he counted the heartbeats, comforted by the gentle rise and fall of the other ninjas chest with every breath and fell in a deep and dreamless sleep.

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idk if this is still the case but Back In The Day there was a crazy popular brand of fanfic that was basically just "naruto gets betrayed by everyone and comes back super powerful and makes everyone who hurt him look dumb and mean and also all the girls are in love with him" sometimes with an added bonus of "also he's the reincarnation of a completely different character"

like i gotta wonder if any of the people writing those fics ever stopped and realized they just made a discount blonde sasuke

#naruto #naruto shippuden #fandom crit #i guess #mostly just kinda funny really #like honey that character already exists #and you've spent the last *checks notes* entire series calling him a whiny emo faggot and hoping naruto kills him #there also used to be a somewhat rarer but similar kind of fic where naruto beat sasuke in vote1 #only to be arrested and/or murdered (usually by kakashi) for daring to hurt sasuke #i remember reading one fic where naruto got stuck in a timeloop and turned into a massive piece of shit #but the story didn't notice that bc it was too busy finding new ways to torture sasuke and sakura to death #for the crimes of being uh. 12 and traumatized vs 12 and a little bit of a bitch sometimes. apparently #man fanfics got weird

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To retain peace, there must be laws. Laws that not even gods can break; anyone who does so shall be punished under the authorities of their peers. Those of the gods who do not abide by the law will remain as the punished until otherwise decided. These few, practically unspoken laws, are as follows:

No god shall kill another god

No god shall steal from another god

No god shall perform acts of wrath upon mortals without justification

These makeup the thin line between chaos and order. These are the laws that must be followed, at all costs. The punished must pay a heavy cost for their misdeeds.

The sound of drums, heavy, loud, in unison, sounded out and you ran. Ran as fast and as far away as your legs could take you. To the mountain, to the forest, to the village, in order to reach your salvation. But somehow, in a twist of fate, you found yourself face to face with one of them. With him.

"I-I know who you are," you tried to let out between heavy breaths. "What you are."

"And what is that?" His voice was like silk as it poured over your ears, dancing through your mind like a leaf on the wind. You swallowed thickly, eyes shifting between his twisted form and the ground. What did he look like really? Was his human appearance as appealing as he sounded? Did he even have a human form anymore?

"You are-

Kakashi the Wicked

Yamato the Thief

Itachi the Betrayer

one of the punished."

Sacrificed: The Punished

tagged list: @therantingfangirl @justmyownreality @hashira-mal @skydaddy01 @silvermadara

A/N: Hello hello, welcome to the season two preview of Sacrificed! Otherwise called Sacrificed The Punished or just The Punished! I'm very excited to present this to you all. This season will explore more of the lore of the world of the gods as well as explore some more glorious kinks. It will be darker, it will be fun, it will be long winded, so come along and enjoy the ride!

Also there’s a Twilight reference in the preview bit and I don’t regret it. Extra cringe points if you’re with me.

Happy Halloween 🎃

Sacrificed: The Punished releases ???

Season one: Madara||Hashirama||Tobirama

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Nightingale - 51

Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x Fem!OC Contents: Worry, angst, attempt at domestic fluff. Unproofed. A/N: My heart is not really in this fic anymore (among other reasons due to lack of reactions but mostly real life) so I’ll be rounding it up prematurely and retire it within a few chapters. Thanks for what likes and reblogs I’ve gotten so far.

Chapter 51

It’s not until he calms himself down enough to think that Kakashi realizes where his nightingale could have gone to. Quick and discreet, he makes his way through town to the water tower where he once met the mysterious girl...and finds it empty.

Shit! Then where?

There are several other elevated positions in or around town, but none of them that Uguïsu tends to frequent. So instead of throwing himself into a wild goose chase, he does the hardest thing: he goes home.

And waits.

It’s nearly midnight when the door opens and closes with a whisper, barely audible over the soft huffing and puffing of the ninken.

“Uguïsu?” He barely believes it even though she’s standing right there. “Where have you been?” It comes out harder than intended and he sees her wince and the sharpness in his voice and still she takes her time to take off the shoes and put them neatly aside before turning to face him.

“I got your message,” she simply states, deadpan, as if that explains everything.

“Then why di-” Kakashi has to stop himself or he would end up raising his voice.

Instead of talking he takes in the woman before him. He notices the clenched hands and the thinly drawn lips, the furrow of her brow. Suddenly, he realizes that it’s not defiance oozing from her pores but fear and yearning and he steps forward with the arms spread. Uguïsu steps right into the embrace and he feels her tremble.

None of them say anything for a while.

“I went to the meadow to think instead of doing something stupid,” Uguïsu eventually confesses.

Kakashi sighs. “I’m glad that’s what you did...but I would have liked to know.” He can feel the woman squirm a little and loosens his grip on her a little. “I was worried. Why didn’t you send Pakkun or one of the others to tell me?”

“...what would you have done if you knew?” she asks in return.

I see. “You needed the space and didn’t need me barging in on you.”

“Haï. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” But in reality, it stings.

He knows that he’d have sought her out, knows he’d have come running as soon a he could. It’s uncanny to be called out like this. Kakashi would have sought her out out of concern, out of worry both for her safety but also to help her with whatever she must have been struggling with as she sat by herself in the clearing. He can see it in his mind: a lone woman sitting in the tall grass and wildflowers, hands balled into fists, unless she’s occupying them by braiding her hair over and over again. Pakkun and the others were there. And immediately the image adapts – fills up with dogs that are either keeping watch or keeping company – and it seems less lonely. Yes, she didn’t need me there...not this time.

“What do you need from me?” What can I do?

“Distract me,” she suggests. “Tell me about how your day was?”

Of course he complies, sparing no detail as he finally has a chance to reveal his true feelings of relief and concern to someone who might understand.

...

Kakashi wakes from the light slumber as Uguïsu slips out of bed. It’s still night and he can see little more than a shadow in the darkness.

“Can’t sleep?” he whispers to the retreating figure.

She pauses, then returns to sitting on the edge of the bed. “Didn’t mean to wake you...”

“It’s okay.”

“I keep thinking he’ll appear and take away everything I’ve finally got going for me.”

There’s no quake to the voice, just a plain matter-of-fact dullness that somehow is worse than a million tears would be.

Opening his arms, Kakashi motions for her to return to bed and she snuggles up close, allowing him to wrap her in his arms. And as they lie there for a moment, quiet in each others’ company, the world holds its breath.

“The thing is...” Uguïsu begins, “I don’t know how I’ll ever be free of him unless he dies...but I can’t kill him myself, I think.” Kakashi stays quiet as she searches for the right words. “There’s still some part of me that belongs to him...and I hate it...but he took me in and raised me when I had no one.”

“That was his doing though,” Kakashi argues gently.

“I know...but still. I didn’t know what he’d done for years. I thought -” she cuts herself off and exhales heavily before continuing -”but then I think of what might have been instead if he hadn’t come to my village...and I think of what I have now...and I hate him.”

Finally, there’s a passion to the voice, a seething anger that should rightfully be able to make plants shrivel up and birds fall dead from the sky. It makes every hair on Kakashi's body stand on end as a shiver races from the top of his head to the very tip of his toes. There it is. The righteous fury. The bitterness. The fear.

“One thing you’ve got now are friends who’d stand by your side,” the jōnin suggests.

Uguïsu turns her face towards him and this close he can see that there’s a single tear escaping a dark eye; a tear that Kakashi feels privileged to wipe away. “That’s why I think there’s a chance...but he must be taken down quickly...with one giant blow.”

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Love me Mercilessly ♥️Kakashi x Akami♥️

Chapter 16: Contrition

Kakashi is hastily assigned to ANBU in the wake of tragedy. He accompanies Snake and Wolf on a mission to deliver classified documents to a war torn Amegakure. On the retreat home the group is ambushed by nin opposing Hanzo's rule. Kakashi is forced to relive Rin's death with every burst of lightning and hesitates. Chidori will never be the same again.

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warnings: -violence/gore -canonical character death-PTSD/OCD

“Wipe that look off your face. Stop feeling sorry for me. Feel sorry for hesitating.” Akami winced as their medic tended to her shoulder. The cut was deep down to the bone. The jagged flesh another scar, another trophy.

Kakashi neglected his food, watching her skin stitch together from the green glow of chakra. All he could think of was Rin, how many people she’d never get to save. How many more would need to suffer because of him? He stared down at his rice trying to will her from his mind. Akami wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I had kept my promise.

Akami watched his head dip, she couldn’t see the dejected hollow look on his face as his hair had grown long enough to shield his eyes, but she could sense it.

“If that jutsu uses too much chakra, don't waste time on it. That way I won’t have to save ur ass next time.” She added as an attempt to make him feel better. She needed him to stop looking at her like he was ready to mourn her. Why’d Sensei send him to Anbu if he’s like this? He didn’t used to be like this?

“I’ll take the first watch..it’s the least I can do.” Kakashi suggested once her shoulder was bandaged and placed in a proper sling. No one objected, they were all exhausted. Kakashi only picked at his rations and offered the rest to Akami, she didn’t like handouts but she couldn’t bring herself to ever turn down food.

Akami’s shoulder ached no matter how she positioned herself. Her bed roll did nothing to soften the hard ground. When she finally accepted her fate she figured she would trade out with Kakashi. She got to her feet and looked around their campsite, only she didn’t see him. She looked up to the canopy of trees overhead, he wasn’t there either. She contemplated waking the others but then she heard his voice.

“What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s supposed to be on watch?!” She grumbled to herself as she followed the sound.

His body was curled in on itself where he kneeled by the water’s edge.

“It won’t come off…It won’t come off…” He whimpered to the water.

Akami was stupid not to have seen it sooner.

She read the report, Rin died at Kakashi’s hand–quite literally. Just like her he was forced to take the life of a friend. She knew what he saw when lightning flashed in his hand. Friend killer.

The only difference was he was forced to wear that title like a scarlet letter, Rin’s blood branding him forever. Akami wanted to say something, to let him know that she was the same, that he wasn’t alone. She didn’t see him desperately scouring his hands, she saw herself huddled in bed, vehemently refusing to accept what she had done. Trying to drown herself in the sea of guilt and confusion. But no words could take it back.

Akami kneeled beside him at the river bank. If he noticed her presence he didn’t show it.

“It won’t come off.” The words spewed from his mouth in quick succession. Like he was speaking in tongues; possessed by her ghost. A fleeting look of panic and fear consumed his face, his whole being. Hands trembling as he scrubbed his skin raw with so much fervor as if this act alone could prevent the world from splitting in two to swallow him whole.

Akami looked on with ravaged horror drawn to his destruction. As repulsed as she was, she was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of dread in the familiarity of it all.

She pulled her arm from its sling to plunge her hands into the frigid water.

Kakashi flinched at the sudden contact as she cleaned his hands, pretending as best she could to rid him of his sins. The hands of a Shinobi would never be clean.

“Rin'' he whispered, too quiet and broken to reach her ears.

Why would someone want to touch these hands?

His eyes bore into her as she pulled his hands from the water, safe within her grasp.

His heart pounded erratically, echoing against his skull. He focused on the movement of her lips, forcing himself to take a ragged breath.

“It’s gone. It’s all gone. See, look, nothing. It’s fine now.”

The tone of her voice was one he’d heard only once before, when they spoke at Obito's grave.

He hesitantly looked down at his hands, cradled inside hers and... there was no more blood. It was gone. It was really gone.

Kakashi stared back up at Akami the devotion and disbelief in his eyes stung. As though she were incapable of being kind. Even if most people thought that, it hurt coming from someone she considered a friend. She pulled away from him and stood to return to camp. Kakashi desperately reached for her hand again and refused to let go.

She looked down at him, still kneeling by the water’s edge. And for a second it was as though she were looking at herself, pleading for her friend to come back to her. Despair and regret reflected in her eyes through that sickly green tank. He must have seen it too as he gave her hand a grounding squeeze.

A soft splash disrupted the calm river, they both snapped to attention. Akami drew a kunai and Kakashi was on his feet.

It was only a pair of cranes gliding through the water.

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ROUND FOUR

ROCK LEE vs HATAKE KAKASHI

Reasons for submission under the cut

Lee

ROCK LEE VS GAARA

kind as can be; willing to jump to action to help his fellow comrades even after going through a life-threatening, major surgery

practical and fashion-forward with his bright green onesie. Function over form, and is prepared at all times by carrying around a spare onesie he will give without question to anyone - even complete strangers

has a surprising edge to him at the beginning of the series; he was ready to severely maim anybody that he saw as a genius

more dedicated than anyone. Was forced to face his own mortality and make a life-or-death decision in the name of his dream, after a literal crushing defeat, and he chose to fight for it. Inspiring

embodies the ideals of original series Naruto. True underdog, had nothing going for him, came from nothing with no legacy or powers, was so disadvantaged that he physically could not meet the bare minimum abilities of his peers. But he worked harder than everyone else and proved that he can be a great shinobi despite all the adversity he faced

Sasuke had to copy Lee’s moves with his Sharingan to succeed during Chuunin exams

cute as a button. Come on.

his fans are dedicated and make amazing work, fanart and fanfic

Kishimoto said he was his favorite character to draw. Boom. Favoritism. Love to see it.

pairs well with everyone. Platonic or romantic, Lee has a great dynamic with other characters

his summer outfit from Guardian of the Crescent Moon Kingdom was the best outfit in the movie

gave us Metal Lee! Blessed us with Metal Lee, really

was the character to beat in the early series if you wanted to show how strong you actually are

Gaara vs Rock Lee was one of the most iconic fights in the series, and everyone remembers where they were when they first saw Lee drop his weights. He owned that fight so hard that people forget he lost.

was wronged by the series. He deserves to win as justice.

got [submitter] personally through the worst times; his ability to persevere face of adversity convinced me I could do it too. He wasn’t special and neither was [submitter], but we didn’t need to be. We can make ourselves great. If no one else got me, Rock Lee’s got me

he’s one of the first non-jutsu using ninja so make such a big impact

was the first person to actually harm Gaara

played a huge part in Gaara becoming a better person

he’s one of the only people that can catch up to Sasuke and easily rivals Naruto in Taijutsu

his kind, determined and cheerful attitude is a joy to watch

Rock Lee removing his weights is easily one of the most iconic moments in the entire anime

has helped several submitters feel better by simply thinking about how he wouldn’t want them to think like that

objectively would’ve made a better protagonist based on the themes alone

KICKS MAJOR ASS

wrecked Sasukes shit, I like Sasuke but that was really funny

he looks like a frog. Who doesn’t like frogs

inspired Sasuke

fights are always entertaining, they’re very well choreographed

he forgave Gaara for nearly killing him and nearly ending his dreams; he was never even mad at him

Rock Lee vs Sasuke was iconic

his heart is so full of love

never did anything wrong

had a squirrel befriend him

hard worker

good friend

rises to any challenge

when he does diss people they are the most brutal yet entertaining disses you ever hear

positive, weirdo, energetic, enthusiastic, joyful, chivalrous, motivated, dedicated, sweet

Lee and Neji had something homosexual going on

YOUTH !!!!

Kakashi

relatable as an adult

he is just an overworked guy who was told to watch some kids w LOTS of issues

needs therapy

good presence and guidance in Narutos life

interesting

cares about and is dedicated to his students very much

he is just cool

he is trying his best despite what he has been through in the past

is up for having fun but still knows when to be serious

was a narcissistic shit but grew out of it

has good intentions

sexy

wonderfully complex and well developed character

incredibly resilient and supportive

a sad and deeply broken man

always willing to give his life to protect them and his other precious people

just wanted everything to be ok for once in his life

hated Danzo

his friendship with Gai is adorable

the way he teases Tenzo is fun

he’s known as cool and aloof but in reality he’s a huge dork

Gai would want him to win

#bestnrtcharapoll #naruto #polls #rock lee #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #id in alt text

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KakaNaru Fanfic Recommendations

UPDATED 26/12/2022

These are some of my favourite KakaNaru fanfics I’ve read on AO3. All of them are completed. They’re not ranked in any particular order. See the titles for links.

More than me

Gentle hand on black fur

Death is Highly Underrated

So take this heart, put yourself in it

Plush

Stamina

got you (and your monsters too)

Out of Time

Popsicles (Extended)

as we run towards the end of the dream

Say My Name

Perfectly Wanted

avoidance means eventually

A Bit of A Surprise

Remember Me

Uzumaki Whirlpools

Lesson No. 3 (or, the one where Kakashi is utterly destroyed) (part 3 of a series)

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Now let me preference this by saying I HATE when a characters parents or loved ones are turned into abusers just because. This, for me, includes Kizashi and Mebuki Haruno, Sakura's parents. I have said on here before that I have a preference how I wish they were brought into the story more as actual stable adult figures for team 7.

But I do think there is a potential story to be told in Naruto about assumptions vs. reality and how someone can be in pain even if it doesn't look like your's using Sakura and her parents. In general, we know very little about Sakura's parents, Kishimoto said he could never figure out how to include them, and official designs weren't released until the Road to Ninja movie. In the movie they kinda lightly touched on this idea but then people lost their shit because God forbid Sakura vents to a close friend about being doubted just because the people doubting her are her parents and Naruto, despite being one of the most empathetic characters in the series, just so happens not to have those so she should automatically being walking on eggshells around the topic. But back to the idea.

Now I probably wouldn't make her parents physically abusive but more along the lines that they are extremely nelgectful of her. Or take on the idea that Tiny_Dncr had in the fanfic Her Experience where something happened and Sakura HAD to become the adult too young but due to her young biological age , it's not reconized as that.

I would probably set this, or at least start around the genin era. Specifically after Sasuke yells at her about how she has no idea about loneliness because in his, and probably Naruto's eyes too, among all those orphans on team 7 Sakura has the perfect life. Then I would pull it back into Sakura's pov for us to slowly discover that hey, something isn't quite right with her home situation. Her basic physical needs are being met, but no one is ever home, Sakura's parents ignore her or never talk to her to critique her. Sakura could come and go as she pleased, and her parents would never notice unless she did something wrong in their eyes.

Sakura also sees this behavior as normal because it's all she's ever known. Or if she starts to feel bad about her situation, she talks herself out of it because, hey, at least she has parents it could be worse.

Kakashi once in a while catches some hints Sakura's home life is not ok but he's so preoccupied by Sasuke and Naruto, who are more similar to him and their signs he can easily more recognize, kinda brushes it off. The longer team 7 is a team, the more cracks that start to show.

Then let's say Sakura got hospitalized from a mission for a few days. Word was sent to her parents that hey, your daughter is in the hospital, but neither of them show up. Team 7 has been to visit and they notice that besides them she's been alone. Naruto and Sasuke think hey this is weird. Kakashi is on high alert now.

During one of team 7's visits, Sakura's neglect comes out when a doctor asks her point blank where her parents are because to discharge her, they need to release her into the care of an adult. This is when Sakura reveals that her parents had left for a business trip that morning. There is no adult coming. Several minds come to the realization that she's been in the hospital for days and her parents never cared enough to even make sure she was still breathing. The worst part about it is that she said it so nonchalantly, like it was just a fact of life.

This causes a double take because Sakura that isn't right, but again this is all Sakura's ever known so she thought it was normal.

Would probably go on with Sakura, eventually coming to the realization that what her parents did was not ok and her feeling hurt over it is valid. Would also have team 7 bonding and learning from one another.

#naruto #team 7 #haruno sakura #sakura haruno #uchiha sasuke #sasuke uchiha #uzumaki naruto #naruto uzumaki #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake

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