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kakashisenppai · 2 years
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roommate! kakashi who cooks for both of you, and if youre not home, he makes sure to put it on the fridge with a note for you
roommate! kakashi who put a blanked over you when you accidently sleeps on the coffee table studying or simply watching tv so you dont get cold
roommate! kakashi who lets you win when you have game nights so he can see your smile - and pretend to be sad so you comfort him later
roommate! kakashi who support a different football team from you, so youre always teasing each other over the games, eventually when your team loses, he'll comfort you buying your favourite ice cream and trying to reassure you that the next game your team its going to win - he hopes it doesnt so he can cuddle you -, but when your teams play against each other you wont be sad if your team loses because you know hes competitive and he'll be happy -, but will pretend to be sad so he holds you while watching your favourite movie
roommate! kakashi constantly walks thro the house without his shirt on after working out so he can see your face turning red the second your eyes lands on him
roommate! kakashi who gets jealous when someone tries to hit on you, and always scare them away when he comes and hold your hand asking whos your 'friend'
roommate! kakashi who builds a blanket fort with you on the living room because theres a storm outside, so you watch all your favourite movies cuddling together listening to the rain
roommate! kakashi who hold you so close in bed so you wouldn't be cold because the heater broke and the landlord hadn't fixed it yet. of course his big and warm body will do the job, you wouldnt complain when he holds you closer to him, hiding your face in his chest while he rubs your back and kisses the top of your head
roommate! kakashi who doesnt let you get up when you wake up, murmuring a little "stay" holding your waist not letting you move, making you fall asleep again in his arms
roommate! kakashi who brings you tea and some soup when youre sick, not being afraid to be sick too, being actually worried and not letting you do anything by yourself
roommate! kakashi who its just afraid to say it but somehow managed to whisper 'i love you' when you were sleeping on his chest.
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mylittlesyn · 2 years
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Premise: domestic!Kakashi fluff, taking care of you when you're sick. This is a short chapter from one of my long fics, but it reads well as a solo piece and is pure fluff.
TW: Implied partial nudity, but other than that it's fine it's mild with no smut. Boobs be out.
If you would like to read all of sunrise, you may find it here on AO3.
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The alarm went off as usual with the noise making my headache. My nose was stuffy and I still felt a little cold despite being covered in Kakashi’s warmth as spring started to turn to summer. “Kessho, come on. Time to wake up.” He spoke softly while unwrapping his arm from around me as I held onto him tighter. When I pressed my head to his shoulder, he rolled over to straddle me, cupping my face in his hands. “Your burning up… Kessho… What have you been doing at work lately? Why have you been late to dinner lately?” He asked while thumbing my cheeks. Even with my eyes still closed, I could tell he was worried. My tired hands held onto his wrists. 
“Working on a… jutsu.” I murmured before swallowing hard, my mouth feeling dry. Letting go of his wrists, I started to try to sit up so I could go to work and continue working on the jutsu. He gently pushed on my shoulder, and that was enough to get me to lay down back in bed. 
“You’re not going to work today. You’re sick Kessho. I’ll have Tenzo take over everything for today. You stay here and rest. I’ll push some things around and come check in on you at lunch, ok?” But he didn’t even let me reply, he just placed a kiss onto my forehead before getting off the bed. So I rolled back over, grasping onto the abandoned bedsheets to cover my shivering body. Just as I felt myself nodding off, I awoke with a gasp to the sound of a noise on the nightstand. Eye fluttered open to see a mug placed on it, steam emanating. “I made some tea for you… I added a little honey. Just rest, ok?” 
I woke up at the sound of a door closing in the distance, my body covered in sweat. “Kessho?” I heard Kakashi call out as I sat up with a groan. With a deep inhale, I started to cough. “You look like a hot mess… Like you just came rushing back from a mission.” I could tell he was trying to smile, but the worry was consuming him. 
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“That bad?” I tried to smile, but my eyes fell shut. 
“Have you eaten anything?” He wondered while nearing the bed. As I shook my head, I heard the sound of pitter patter in the distance, noise that was nearing. My two lovely little boys approached the bed ahead of their father, their hands gripping to the top of the mattress trying to see on top of the bed. Obito’s mouth hid behind the mattress while Asuma tried jumping up and down to get a peek. 
“No…” I croaked, my voice sounding more on the raspy side. 
“I’ll go make some soup.” He smiled before lifting up Obito and Asuma, placing them each on the bed. Laying back down, I turned on my side and admired my two boys. My arm felt sore and heavy, but I ran my hand through Obito’s soft silky hair that now was past his jaw. His bright smile warmed my heart. Asuma took my hand and placed it on his head which made me giggle. 
“I love both of you, silly.” I told him while running my fingers through his hair. 
“Wove mommy.” Asuma spoke as I kissed his little hand. 
“Wove mommy.” Obito smiled bright with a little pink in his cheeks. Their presence alone made me feel calm. Tugging on the blanket, I covered myself before shivering. I felt them throw themselves over me while babbling to themselves as my eyes grew heavy. Maybe they’re talking about trying to keep me warm. 
“Kessho…” Kakashi called out while tugging on my shoulder. I woke up with a groan and two toddlers still on top of me. 
“Can you move them?” I croaked while looking over my shoulder. I felt the weight move off of my body, and I was finally allowed to sit up right with a groan. Even as I moved I clutched the blanket tightly to cover myself. Kakashi’s warm hand placed itself on my forehead before he yanked the blanket from my naked body. “Whyyyyyyy?” I groaned while curling in on myself, hugging my legs. 
“Kessho, you’re burning up. You can’t use a blanket anymore.” He huffed with Obito and Asuma crawling closer to me. “There’s chicken soup on the table.” He pushed his lips to one side, watching as I grumbled when trying to get up. His arm hooked under my legs with his other wrapping behind my back. It felt warm and inviting in his strong arms, and it was easy to lean into him. The woodsy familiar scent felt like home as I let my hand run along the white thin hair on his chest. He placed me onto the cushion on the floor, right in front of a bowl of soup that looked so warm. I let my hands wrap around the bowl, enjoying the warmth it brought. 
“Thank you.” I replied quietly before he left to tend to the thuds coming from our bedroom. Sipping the broth, I could taste the different flavors mixed into it. The broth was light, but savory and full of umami. The navy blue porcelain bowl was hot when having brought it up to my lips. Everything about the soup was just what I needed. Even better was when Kakashi brought over both Obito and Asuma tucked in his arms. I could hear the clanks of two icecubes being placed in bowls with Kakashi bringing the bowls over to my two beloved sons. They both started to eat the soup, splashing some on the table with their uncoordinated demeanor. 
“When you’re done I’m taking you to the hospital.” Kakashi announced behind me. 
“Noooo…” I whined with a groan. He sat before me with his own bowl of soup, the steam rising from it. When he lowered his mask, I couldn’t help but smile. Was this handsome man truly mine?
“What’s going on…?” He questioned before slurping some of the soup. 
“I… I’m not sure what you’re referring to…” I hummed. 
“You made me promise you not to miss dinners… But you’ve been late a lot lately… This isn’t like you…” He explained before having more soup. He shook his head to himself before getting eerily still, dropping the spoon in his hand. The soup splashed and the spoon clanked as it hit the bottom of the bowl. He looked straight at me with wide eyes, his already pale complexion growing even more so. “Kessho… Are you… Unhappy with me?” Those eyes of his grew glassy with his bottom lip starting to tremble. 
“Kakashi…” I sighed. “I’m not unhappy… I love you.” I smiled before having some of my soup. 
“Then what’s going on Kessho?” His face scrunched as he moved around some of the chicken in his soup. 
“The jutsu will let me-” I shivered with my teeth clattering. The soup started to finally warm me up as I drank more of the broth. “Detect where anyone is by the way of the barrier.” I explained. “If they’re in Konoha, I can see them… Know exactly where they are.” I gulped down some more broth, trying to stop myself from shivering. 
“But why are you working so hard on this?” He wondered. “You made yourself sick.” 
“To protect them…” I looked to my two beautiful boys. Asuma started to lift the bowl to his lips, broth spilling everywhere. When there was no more broth in the bowl, he wiped his face with his forearm before smiling brightly at me. Obito watched the entire thing, so he did the same thing, repeating his brother’s mistake. It was amusing to watch despite the mess. Following their lead, I started drinking the broth straight from the bowl. Once I finished, I noticed Kakashi had done the same. 
“I’ll clean them up. Go put on a yukata so I can take you to the hospital.” He instructed. I pushed up against the table to help myself stand. Everything ached while walking, but I pushed through to let Kakashi worry about Obito and Asuma. When I finally reached the closet, I slipped into the first yukata I saw before dragging myself back onto the bed. 
When I woke up, there was an IV in my hand and the brightness of the room was blinding. “How are you feeling?” Kakashi murmured before reaching out for my hand to press a kiss to it. 
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“You didn’t need to stay… You have work to do…” I grumbled while trying to sit up, my head feeling a little dizzy with my back full of sweat. 
“I have a shadow clone at the office, now… How are you feeling?” He questioned again. While stretching and popping my shoulders I could feel the ache in my muscles lessened. 
“Better…” I hummed with my eyes closed. When I opened them, I finally noticed my two babes resting at the foot of my hospital bed. “Don’t go tiring yourself out either…” I warned while looking at my husband from the corner of my eyes. He stood up from the chair and took a couple steps towards me to close the gap between us. His hand gripped my jaw, squeezing my cheeks and tilting my head up to meet his eyes. 
“You don’t really have room to talk here.” He huffed before bending over to press bare lips to my ear. “And come home on time… We’re still trying to make a baby here… Aren’t we?” I could feel him smirk against my ear as his hand smoothed over my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear. His lips pressed to my forehead before raising his mask. 
Turning back to Asuma and Obito, I noticed them starting to wake up. Asuma rubbed his eyes with his tiny little fists, and Obito started to crawl up and lay on my leg, resting his chin on my thigh with big wide eyes. “I’m almost done…” I told him while watching Asuma crawl up to me. 
“Kessho… You’re of no use to them if you’re sick and can’t take care of them.” He scolded as I help Asuma sit up on my lap. 
“You’re right.” I sighed while combing my fingers through Asuma’s hair. “I’m sorry.” I watched Kakashi from behind my lashes.
“I’m not asking you to stop working on the jutsu… Just ease up.” He half smiled behind his mask as I felt my nose start to run. 
Miss fucking me that badly? I thought to him, watching his grin widen. 
“I’ll answer you where you don’t have snot on your face.” He chuckled before standing up. I watched him walk around my bed and head towards the door. 
“Wait…” I whined. With his hands in his pockets he looked over his shoulder. “Where are you going?” 
“To get you some tissues my beloved snot face.” He teased before waving off. 
“If I had a pillow I’d throw it at you!” I called out, immediately regretting it with my throat aching more. Just as I was about to turn away to tend to my two precious babes, Tenzo walked through the door with a vase that held a mixture of red primroses and yellow camellias. The assortment was complimented with some greenery and a few white smaller flowers that I wasn’t quite sure what they were, but the entire thing seemed very… Tenzo. 
“Are you doing ok?” He wondered while placing the vase on the table by the bed. 
“Yea… A lot better than this morning.” I replied as I watched him pull up a chair. Asuma started to reach out with both hands to where Tenzo sat. “Looks like someone missed you.” I smiled as I watched Tenzo reach out and pick Asuma up. Obito started to crawl up towards me, sitting on my lap where Asuma last was but instead he rested his head on my chest. 
“I’m glad.” Tenzo gently held Asuma in place with a hand on his back as Asuma reached up trying to tug on his face protector. Reaching over, I took the protector off before smoothing over his cheek for a moment. When I noticed the blush on his cheeks, I handed the piece of metal to Asuma. 
“Thank you for the flowers… They’re beautiful.” I spoke quietly, my voice starting to feel a little hoarse. Kakashi came back in with a box of tissues, which I quickly reached out for as I felt the mucus start to reach my top lip. After blowing my nose some and wiping my face, I let myself rest back on the pillow with Obito still laying on me. “When can I leave?” I wondered while watching Kakashi stand behind Tenzo. 
“Tomorrow morning if you continue to get better.” Kakashi mentioned while leaning up against the chair with his hand firmly planted on the back. 
“Hey Tenzo…” I reached out to hold his hand with my other resting on the back of Obito’s head. “Why don’t you come over for dinner once I’m better?” 
“Sure… That sounds good.” He smiled brightly which I didn’t get to see all that often with my time working with him. I felt at peace, surrounded by my family, so I let my heavy eyes shut.
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twalxx · 1 year
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zorosdimples · 6 months
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sleeping in on sunday and getting up late to eat a homemade meal and lounge around your apartment. your hair is messy and his eyes are bleary but that only makes you fall in love with each other more. sloppy kisses give way to lazy grinding and when you finally sink all the way down on him, you shudder in pleasure. he doesn’t try to hold back his moans as he squeezes your soft breasts and raptly watches you bounce at your own pace. you both climax quicker than you usually do, not that either of you care. you exchange sweet kisses, unhurriedly clean up, and get back to your quiet sunday.
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s-p-lobo · 1 month
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You Never Thought
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A Kakashi Hatake x Fem Reader Pairing
Word Count: 2k +
Happy Bloody Valentines, dear Readers.
Warnings: Kakashi fucks you senseless during your Menstrual Cycle, blood play, being eaten out while on period, P in V, roughing you around a bit, and lots of fluff.
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Summary:
You never thought you’d end up with a man like Kakashi Hatake—you never thought it would be bliss.
Wherein Kakashi gives you relief from your cramps.
**You are called “Yu” instead of Y/N**
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To be completely frank, you never thought you’d end up with a man like Kakashi Hatake.
As a matter of fact, not very many people knew Kakashi had a significant other. He was a very private man after all.
In your early years in Anbu, he never struck you as approachable. You had no desire to associate or team up with the guy. You only approached when absolutely necessary or when you were assigned to work together by some other higher up and that was it. Kakashi Hatake was the the best—a grade A fighter, but even still, he was the prime example of what you’d never hope to become—the mask—a hollow and stoney remnant of a human being. But, of course you don’t blame him for turning out like that, he had gone through hell and high water—and you hoped you’d never have to go through that either. Sure every Shinobi worth their salt has gone through love and loss, but not not quite like him.
No, in those days you and Kakashi did not get along.
You were far too weak and emotional in his eyes, but there was an underlying understanding of loss (I think most shinobi at least could akin to that). He barely remembered your name at the time. Barely glanced your way.
Then he left Anbu and sometime later became a teacher. You would have never pegged him as one. Him set to teach? How odd. But you kept your ears open. He passed none but one. A team that had his former teacher’s son.
Naruto Uzumaki.
That kid changed the world.
It changed him.
And with all that change and goodness, your best friend, Maito Gai, told you he was a stand up guy.
Gai kept leading you into Kakashi’s peripherals.
Gai kept bringing him up in conversation.
Gai kept bringing him along to your outings.
Sure, you all worked together to save the world. Sure, you saw a whole new side of him. Sure, for the first time Kakashi’s eyes zeroed in on you in acknowledgment (his eyes have never left since). Sure, they burned a hole into your memory. Sure, he was definitely not the man you once knew.
…You still didn’t think it would be a good idea…
At least back then.
Now…you fancied the idea…
He was different but still had those same quirks. That man still was a bit of a hermit. That man was still a lover of those raunchy books. The man was as private as ever. He still had issues, but he was choosing to heal.
You finally gave it a shot, and you could not be more surprised.
He was sweet. He was caring. He was attentive. He was a lovely bookworm (he wasn’t all just about Icha Icha Paradise). He was funny. He was shy. He was Kakashi Hatake. The man you never knew.
And here you are, still going strong even after three years, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a rough beginning, dating a man that went from jounin to Rokudaime (sure the timing could have been better, but love was never a straight path), but you both found your footing. Somehow you made it work—you just simply balanced each other out. Because you both genuinely saw something in each other.
And today, it was a rainy kind of day. A day where you both just woke up and decided to call in. The rainy day just demanded you both to stay within the warm and cozy confines of your shared home. So here you were with the heater on blast, enjoying your lazy cuddle on the couch as you read out loud to Kakashi—some cheesy raunchy romance novel about a sad old vampire and a lively happy go lucky human.
With the warmth of the room and the heat from your body he forewent his shirt and no mask. It was a nice treat to see him like this, he was just simply handsome. His head rested in your lap and like ritual, your fingers always found themselves in his silky locks. He quite loved your magic hands—you were an excellent masseuse. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping. You knew that well, for his cheeks had a pale pink blush (leaving his mask off still felt weird no matter the situation).
Without realizing it, you became a moth to a flame.
His one good eye opened and looked at you in question, “You stopped reading.”
Your trance broke, “Did I?”
“And you're staring.” His blush got deeper. He turned and hurried his face into your tummy.
You laughed and it was in that moment you realized you wanted to be there forever. You wanted to call him forever yours. You wanted him to call you wife. You wanted to call him husband.
You felt one strong arm encircle your waist and burry himself deeper. And then you felt him take in a deep breath. Was he? Sniffing you?
“Oh my gods… are you sniffing my crotch? Kakashi!” You blushed as you tried to move his head but failed.
So then you tried to wiggle your whole body free, and still failed—he wouldn’t budge. Not that this happened all the time, hell this is the first time he’s ever done this, and what was more embarrassing was that of all days for him to do this, it was on your period day. You probably smelled iron rich. Yes, you were both adults. Yes, it was a completely normal thing and nothing to be embarrassed about. Yes, he’s not afraid to talk about womanly-problems(most of the time), but sometimes you couldn’t help it (to be embarrassed); he was sniffing your pussy for crying out loud!
“Quit moving Yu.” He mumbled into your abdomen.
“You’re gonna kick start my cramps, you scarecrow.” You pushed at his shoulder and he finally relented.
Caught off guard, he got up on his knees, grabbed at your thighs, and pulled you—so you’d be lying down. Your legs spread open and he was sitting seiza in between.
“You're a week early.” Kakashi’s eyebrows furrowed, “why didn’t you say anything earlier? Sitting up was bothering you wasn’t it?”
Your shirt rode up halfway, “What on earth has gotten into you Kashi?” You fixing your shirt but he stopped your hands, “I was fine. My cramps are bearable.” You huffed, giving up. This man wasn’t letting up. Half a minute ago he was shy and docile.
Kakashi hit hands settled on your lower abdomen and began to put delicious pressure—as he began massaging the area. His body always ran hot, he was a perfect heat conductor.
“YOU are what has gotten into me.” His voice dropped an octave as he bent down and kissed you dangerously low on your abdomen, “Your smell, its teasing. I want to make you feel better,” Stopped his ministrations and stretched to lean and whisper in your ear, “please let me.”
“Oh my goodness, I swear that it’s the vampire book that’s talking.” You said jokingly. His voice was turning up your heat. You turned your head to meet his gaze. Now it was he who was a moth drawn to a flame.
You dry-gulped and your tongue licked at your dry lips.
He maneuvered his mouth by your ear once again and whispered, “No. It’s not.”
His tongue flicked out and licked at your ear. You shivered. Then you felt a feather kiss upping your jawline. You heard him breathe you in. He planted another kiss on your chin.
“Kakashi, what is going on in that head of yours. It’s loud but I can’t hear what you're saying.” As you felt him nip as your neck, your breath hitched in enjoyment. But as much fun as it was, you needed to look at him. You wanted to feel his lips upon yours. So, painstakingly you pulled him away. Your eyes met.
“Marry me Yu.” He says before stealing your air. His mouth smacks against yours passionately. Hungerly. His large hand weaves itself into your head to keep you there.
Did you hear right? Did he just ask…
“I want days like these forever, because of you,” he murmurs in between takes of breath, “I finally found my home, because of you.”
There is a low vibrating hum and you could feel it from his chest. Little whines, like he wanted more of you but just couldn’t find a way to get closer. His hands left imprints of warmth wherever he touched. His mouth and tongue were liquid fire—he tasted the spearmint tea he had a few hours ago.
“All this, cause you smelled my—” You managed to find air as you pulled away, but his hand tightened in your hair. He didn’t find your comment funny at all. He was impatient for an answer.
Your gorgeous lips were red and swollen from his domination, “Hell yes…I’ll marry you.”
His smile was imprinted in your brain. You’ve never seen him glow like this. How you both ended up on the living room floor—you don’t remember, but there was a heated blanket there. You only realized it as you felt Kakashi slip his hand beneath the waistband of your sweats. Your hand shot out to stop him from also reaching your underwear.
“Kashi! It’s a crime scene down there.” Your heart skipped a beat.
“Shit.” He groaned out. Despite his haze he saw your panicked look and it took everything in him to pull his hand away from underneath your sweats, “Darlin’—I’ll stop if you want me too.” He was breathing hard. His focus everywhere but on you, like he was trying to count to steady himself. You could see his hardened member pitching a tent beneath his own sweats. You’ve always wanted to try; Kurenai and Yugao always said sex did wonders to relieve cramps. You just never knew if he'd want to. Every other partner you’ve ever had was so squeamish…Kakashi wasn’t.
He was offering wasn’t he?
“My boobs are off limits though.” You said, rather shyly. Your hands subconsciously come up and hold them protectively. They were always sore the first day or two and it didn’t help that you were quite chesty, and the way he was eating you up with his eyes—all the more reason too.
Kakashi broke your inner monologue as you felt him slip off your sweats and underwear all together and kiss you right there on your well kept cunt. It was the most erotic thing he’s ever done, as he took another deep breath of your iron rich lips. It was such a turn on to see his pupils dilate. You both had never explored sex during your menstrual cycle, and to see him being so intimate like this, to see him so willing, it made you so-so horny and heavier with want. His warm breath was so vexing. Then you felt Kakashi’s tongue take a lick and flick at your clit. Your eyes closed to savor the feeling. Your hips bucked when his long fingers slipped inside to rub at your gummy walls in soft strokes. All it did was make you more needy with no release.
He smirked when he elicited a whine from you. The more you squirmed the firmer he held you down.
“Kaaaashiiii,” you whimpered out, “pleeaaasee don’t play with me like that…” you were too hot for this slow foreplay. Your hands sought to pull his away, but with expert easy he slapped them away.
“I’m getting you ready for me sweetheart.” Again his lips bent down to kiss your cunt—a bit of free flow tinted his pretty lips and Kakashi found he loved your taste in this state. His strokes would interchange from slow and sensual to fast and ruff. He was mesmerized at how bit by bit his fingers were being coated red too. Every time you bucked your hips he knew you would peak so he would slow down.
“No—you're teasing and trying to make me beg!”
Kakashi then stopped altogether—you sobbed at the loss of his hand. Your eyes opened to seek his own, about to ask what the deal was until your sight zeroed in the sight of your free flow coating his hand.
“So beg,” his voice was husky, “**Kamisan…”
That sweet little name sent you delicious shivers.
Like him your heart beat excitedly, as he now directed his bloody hand to stroke and touch himself in front of you. You watched a semi-erect penis grow and your mouth watered. You were angry. You wanted him inside you and instead he was torturing you with this lovely hot show as he jacked off and pulled at his balls.
He let out a little whine and that sent you over the edge.
Oh. Dear.
“Get. Inside. Me.”
You rose with hunger in your eyes and pushed Kakashi back against the couch as you took his cock from his hands and began rubbing his hard length against your folds.
“N-now who's the t-tease.” His pale skin was tinged pink from the chest up to his cheeks as he stayed your hand right at your entrance, “Sit down.”
You sit down on his large thighs at his command, both letting out a salacious groan as you relish the sensation of his girth splitting you open.
“Move baby,” he says as he directs your hips to rock, “I wanna feel you move.”
His hands still held the fat of ass(to keep him from touch your tits) as you began rocking up and down. Kakashi engrained the sight of your lush breasts bouncing wildly as you picked up the pace. The wet sounds of your free flow with skin slapping skin resonated throughout the room.
“Ah-hmm-mm,” you moaned.
The pressure of his cock was hitting you just right.
“Oh my gods Yu…fucking feel so good.” Kakashi was breathing harder, high off the delicious sensation your movements were causing, “Such a sweet girl.” He was peaking. He wanted to cum. Kakashi removed his hands from your hips and hugged to bring you closer to himself. He scratched at your back and you pulled this hair.
“Kakashi! I w-want...” Your bouncing was becoming quicker.
“Ugh-ahhh…what do y-ou want…I’ll give you anything.” He kissed you again with fever. The taste on his lips was so new—it was you—sharp and bittersweet.
You parted from his mouth and brought them to his ear—tongue slithering out and catching his ear to bring his lobe between your teeth. Ever so softly, as sensually you could muster, “Cum inside me, Shujin…”
Calling him as such, hit the intended mark and sent him over the edge. With a growl he picked you up and maneuvered you onto the ground and on your stomach with your ass up high. He spread your legs and cunt—without warning rammed his cock inside you.
You screamed.
He pounded. Your body deliciously sang with each thrust.
“So close! Kashi! I’m so close.”
You pussy began tightening around his cock as your orgasm hit you—your legs began shaking in bliss. Kakashi wasn’t far behind.
“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuuuckkkk…” he mewled out as he felt your vag muscles milk him inside you. His balls tightened as his dick twitched, filling you with his thick cream. His nails once again scratching at your back—leaving thin red lines.
He pulled at your arms to pull you up (cock still plugged in you) and turned your head to him to catch you in a kiss. His arm held you up as you both just kneeled there waiting to come down from your high.
“I wanna fuck you forever sweetheart…”
You giggled, “I thought that was a given when you asked me to marry you.”
Kakashi let out a chuckle as he nuzzled your neck and bit down.
“Kakashi!” You screamed in surprise—your long nails dug into his veiny forearm.
“I can’t get enough of you darlin’.”
Tired from being on your knees you both separated, and in doing so a stream of blood and cum gushed down your legs. You looked down and your eyes widened at the mess you both were in. Your thighs were stained and sticky. His pelvis and cock were coated in red. The blanket was a crime scene. Worried you looked at your lover, thinking he’d be mortified, but he wasn’t.
Kakashi was like a wolf catching pray in the wild. His mouth was watering at the scene—eyes still dilated by the scene.
Apparently you both had found your new kink.
“Is my Rokudaime tired?” You said playfully as you dared to reach out and begin stroking him ready again, “or can he handle round two?”
He delightfully shivered at your touch and voice as his ears perked at the title-play, “I think I'm beginning to warm up to that title now.”
He scooped you up and put you over your shoulder giving your bubble butt a hard spank, “I wanna hear you scream darlin.”
He took you both straight to the washroom. Where he once again proceeded to fuck you stupid. Yes, he was definitely curing your cramps.
You never thought you’d end up with a man like Kakashi Hatake, but you were so glad you did.
End Notes:
**Kamisan: a way of saying ‘My Wife’—it also implies a way for a husband to praise/honor their wife
**Shujin: a way of saying ‘My Husband’ and has a double meaning as ‘Master’
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mothmosaic · 1 year
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[id: a digital drawing of umino iruka and hatake kakashi. they sit next to each other on a couch: iruka, on the left, turned to face kakashi, his arm folded against the back of the couch to prop up his head. his hair is down and his lips are parted, suggesting he’s speaking. he wears a green sweater and grey sweatpants. next to him, kakashi sits with a book in his hands, the cover suggesting it’s an icha icha novel. his head is turned to face iruka, a small smile on his lips. his face is uncovered and he wears a black tank top, exposing hair and scars across his arms and his anbu tattoo on his left shoulder. he’s wearing a gold wedding band. in the foreground, two cups of coffee are placed on a table. //end id] [x]
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anannua · 2 years
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sunstaar · 2 years
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Safe and Sound
Kakashi Hatake x gn!Reader
Prompt: "Go back to sleep, I promise you, I am going to be here when you wake up."
Word Count: 2,4k
Ao3
Author's Note: dedicated to my motivator @trashyygod
Summary: Kakashi's nightmares come to haunt his sleep, and you play the starring role.
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Everything was happening in slow motion.
Kakashi’s skin was being caressed by the harsh chirping of his chidori, a thousand birds, drawing thunderbolts and lightning strikes across the pale skin of his arms. The burning feeling burned harshly and left behind faded scars in a soft pink, the color reminiscent of the scar already adorning one of his eyes. As harsh was the sensation of it when he used it, was the sound of it ringing in his ears, practically thumping against his ear drums. His blood was rushing through his body, his eyes hazy in the midst of one of the most essential battles he had faced in his lifetime.
The silver-haired could’ve sworn that, by now, his feet moved on their own accord and that his mind could barely keep up with them. Danger tickled his sense and had him go into autopilot, the chidori his first choice of action in the precarious situation. The hand signs necessary were woven rather quickly by Kakashi before he rushed ahead, the enemy from another village marked with an x in his mind. He looked at the boy younger than he should be with shock before a blur of colors jumped between the two rival villages.
The next feeling Kakashi could probably remember forever. No matter how much he tried, he was sure he could never forget the sensation that followed. It was not every day that his hand pierced through the harsh bones of his teammate’s rib cage, lightning surrounding her body. The sickening squelch followed from when he punctured more than one of her organs, his hand going right through it. By now, it was fully covered in blood and reeked of the metallic smell that came along, the same one that tickled at his nose and had him feeling dizzy. There was a gaping hole in her chest, one that practically sucked in his hand that couldn’t be stopped, the force of his attack only pushing him further and further.
“Kakashi …” His teammate whispered.
When he looked up from the bright sensation almost blinding him and the lightning strikes erupting from the hole he had just created in the girl’s body, he expected to see Rin. He expected to see the gasp falling from her pretty lips and the way they parted to choke out his name as blood dripped from her mouth. He expected to see the purple marks on her cheeks to be covered in tears and her skin to be much paler than usual, shock taking her over. What he did not expect to see however was you in her stead, his partner, to see you muttering his name in choked sobs as you stared at him with betrayal in your (e/c) eyes.
“K-ka-kashi.” Blood spilled from the very same lips he dreamed of kissing, the very same ones that always made his favorite sounds in the world.
“(Name).” He breathed out in shock, the Sharingan that was not his swirling, taking in the image to forever engraving it into his memories, whether he wanted that or not. His charcoal eye, the one that was truly his, had tears flowing and dripping down his cheeks while he was too frozen to move. His hand was still within your body, the air tickling his skin as it came out on the other side of you.
His mind was running wild. Kakashi could not think properly, everything was spinning and blurring, he felt dizzy and had the urge to throw up at the sight of you, dying because of him. Your pretty (e/c) that usually stared at him with so much love that he could barely comprehend it now looked at him with a betrayal that cut deeper than the deepest of wounds he had ever felt. Your lips that were twisted into the brightest of smiles he loved to see on you were curled into a frown reminiscent of a scowl, one directed only at him. From how close he stood to you, he could see the beads of sweat forming on your (s/c) forehead, trailing down your skin that got colder by the minute passing by.
“(Name).” Your name was the only thing he could speak, his mind unable to process anything besides you.
Your body was shaking, he could feel it from the moment he had placed his other hand on your shoulder, holding you in place. Kakashi’s mind was conflicted about whether he should let you go or hold onto you. He froze in his place and could do nothing but stare at you, dying.
Don’t die on me, don’t die on me. Please.
His worst nightmare was the cruelest of realities. As a child would when faced with such a truth, Kakashi shut his eyes tightly and did not allow for them to open, your shallow breaths resonating in his ears. His hand felt numb, he couldn’t feel it anymore, and his legs were rooted into place.
“Kakashi …” Your voice, unmistakably. It was you who was calling out to him, but he refused to open his eyes, it scared him too much to do so. He couldn’t face you again, your trembling body in his grip as you took your last breath before succumbing to your injuries.
“Kakashi …” Your voice was taunting him. Had it not been enough to have already seen you like that? Why was he forced to look yet another time?
“Kakashi …” It hurt so badly to have you calling out to him.
Make it stop. Make it stop.
Your death was a frequent theme of his nightmares, one that just wouldn’t stop. After the first dozen, he had learned to close his eyes and beg for you to be alive, beg for you not to be dead. Hushed murmurs left his lips, yearning for you to be well. The dreams never did stop, though, and continued for a time he could not determine. Somehow, waking up seemed impossible to him.
A choked sob pushed past his lips, and Kakashi shook his head. Why couldn’t he just wake up? He just wanted to wake up and check whether you were alive or not. Kakashi wanted your arms to wrap around his lean figure and hold him close, to place his ear on your chest, and to listen to your continuous heartbeat while you stroked his hair so lovingly. Then you would say all kinds of things to him, tell him about your day, just so he could hear your voice. All he wanted was you, to have you. For that he needed to wake up, so he squeezed his eyes shut even closer and begged and yearned and prayed-
“Wake up!”
Kakashi could feel his breath come to a stop as soon as he sat up. The bedsheets covering his sweaty form practically clung to his body, specifically the uncovered bits that showed off his now very pale skin. The shorts he wore to sleep suddenly felt too close and so did the shirt he had put on, the same one you always stole from him, the one on which lingered your scent that always left him intoxicated.
He could feel himself tremble as he sat and his vision blurring. The room appeared impossibly dark around him, barely anything recognizable from where he sat. He shook his head, once or twice, and then squeezed his eyes shut before carefully peeling them open again, a relieved breath pushing past his lips. When he lifted his hand to rest above his heart, he expected the sight of blood covering his hand, a deep crimson that came along with the bile rising up in his throat and waiting to be released into the nearest toilet. Yet, when he looked down, what he saw was your hand covering his, pushing it close to his chest. At that moment, he felt his heart stop.
“Kakashi …” You said again, as soft and gentle as he remembered. “Take a breath, please.”
It was you. You were alive. You did not choke out your words or make any noise of pain. You were alive and you were well.
“(N-Nam-me)?” Kakashi asked shakily, as he dared to move his gaze upward, to come face to face with you. There you were and unlike in his dream, you were doing well. Instead of betrayal shining in your (e/c), it was adoration directed at him. Your brows were still furrowed, and your face still contorted into an expression of shock, yet there was no longer a hole in your chest, right where your heart was.
You nodded and smiled at him as good as you could with the worry you were feeling. “It’s me. I’m okay, Kakashi. I’m okay.”
Gently, you enveloped his large hand with yours and lifted it off of his chest to place it on your own, right above where your heart lay. At first, you could feel Kakashi freeze both as you lifted his hand and as you placed it directly on your chest as it was the exact place where his hand had just gone through a moment ago, but he soon relaxed. Your heart thumped harshly against your chest, betraying your true feelings to him. At the same time, his shoulders slumped in relief as the sensation underneath his calloused hands brought him back to reality and allowed him to breathe properly.
“I’m okay, Kashi. I’m alive,” You told him, pressing his hand even closer to your covered chest. “I’m okay. See? My heart is beating. I’m here, I’m here with you.”
The words sounded like a fabrication of his mind to him, but Kakashi always believed them when it was your voice speaking them.
“I promised I would never leave you, and I won’t. I am always going to keep my promise. You know that, my darling.” It was a promise you had made when you had started dating and one you would keep, even if one day you two would break up. You would always be there for the silver-haired love of your life, as a friend, as a partner, or a spouse.
When you were sure that Kakashi could breathe properly again, you scooted closer to the trembling silver-haired. It was dangerous to take a hyperventilating Shinobi into your arms, you were well aware of the fact. While his senses were hazy, and he did not know what was going on, he could easily injure you or worse, kill you. Such a mistake was one you could not afford, for your own sake and his. He did not need more guilt in his life.
Gently and in careful motions, you took Kakashi into your arms. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck and his breath was now fanning over your skin. His arms, meanwhile, wrapped instinctively around your figure, as did his legs, so that Kakashi was fully wrapped around your figure, holding you impossibly close with no intention of letting go anytime soon. Your own arms rested in his hair and on the small of his back, drawing small circles there as your fingers rang through the strands of his tousled hair.
“Shhh. It’s all going to be okay.” You repeated in sync with you stroking his hair. What had surprised you the first time you had done so was how it did wonders to him and had him slouch further into your body, practically leaning into it fully.
“Is it?” Kakashi asked in a timid voice, one that sounded so frail, that you were unsure if you heard him correctly.
With a long stroke across his back and a peck onto the top of his head from you, you replied, “Of course it is. I’m going to do everything in my power for everything to be alright.”
For him, you would do anything.
Kakashi let out a choked noise, and you were thankful that it was not a sob. Before you could get a good look at him, however, he buried his face further into the crook of your neck. His cheeks felt a lot warmer than they did before against your skin and had you, too, feeling warm under his touch.
"Go back to sleep, I promise you, I am going to be here when you wake up." You told him softly, making sure to lean closer to his ear as you spoke, making him shiver in your arms.
“Please don’t die on me,” Kakashi chocked out, looking at you with tears running down his cheeks. He was begging you with a shaky voice, yearning for you to stay with him, to now leave him because “I couldn’t handle that.”
You couldn’t help the scowl tugging at your lips. “I would never.”
You knew what happened with Rin, with Obito, and with Minato. Such a thing, you were determined to not let it happen to you. If necessary, for him, you would crawl straight out of hell and right into his arms again.
Again, you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “But you have to sleep a little, Kakashi. Can you do that for me?”
Against the crook of your neck, he nodded with hesitance in his action.
“I won’t leave. Not when you fall asleep and now after, is that alright with you?”
He nodded yet another time. How could he not in your presence? It was you, after all, who made him calm down from his emotional high. Your presence comforted him greatly and if Kakashi was honest with himself, there was no presence he would rather be in than yours. In a matter of time, you got his heart beating against his chest not out of fear or the anxiety previously in his throat, but out of the love he felt toward you, his partner.
You were also the reason why fluttering his eyes shut came so easy to him in your arms. For a moment, his long eyelashes brushed against the skin of your neck which made you chuckle, before they fully fell shut. Next, his breathing relaxed and became more shallow, a sign of the sleepiness catching up to him rather quickly. Then, his muscles further relaxed into you and had you almost falling over from the sudden added weight. Kakashi fully allowed himself to be immersed into you without the speck of a doubt running through his mind.
Maybe it was because he loved and trusted you so much, or because you were the anchor that held him to this world. What he knew for certain was that, in your arms, Kakashi felt safe and sound.
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lemony-snickers · 2 years
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i remember kakashi being a jerk growing up and y/n was probably one too so their kids inherit all of their bad traits. kinda like a you reap what u sow scenario and pakun is sooo tired
hey there friend, thanks for this request.  i hope you enjoy this short fic.  <3
Title:  What You Sow (AO3 Link Here) Summary:  You and Kakashi have two children... and in some ways, they’re more like their parents than you’d hoped. Word Count:  505 Summary:  fem!reader, family feels, children, parenthood, dad!kashi .
”These pups will be the death of me,” Pakkun grumbled, one eye lazily open as he watched the two young menaces race through the yard, chasing one another with sticks and rubber shuriken.
“They can’t be all bad,” you said, watching them carefully and redirecting their energy when necessary to avoid any injuries.
Sakura would not be pleased if you had to bring one or both of them to the hospital for healing again so soon after she set a fractured wrist only last week.
The pug just huffed. “I thought Kakashi was terrible when he was young, but these two are far worse.”
You turned to give Pakkun an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “I suppose that’s my fault,” you said, grinning when he opened both eyes to look at you inquisitively, “I was quite the terror myself when I was young.”
It was something you and Kakashi had talked about before; that your young children were certainly a comeuppance of sorts for all the hell you each wreaked when you were their age.  You grimaced as you recalled all the trouble you got yourself into and how many bones you broke recklessly climbing trees or picking fights with your classmates.
When your youngest turned two, nearly tripling the noise and ruckus in your household overnight, you had almost immediately gone to your parents’ to apologize for being an absolute nightmare child.  Kakashi had summoned Pakkun and made him a special meal, spent hours scratching his belly afterward.
“What’s this for?” Pakkun asked, always skeptical.
“No reason,” Kakashi insisted at the time.
But now Pakkun huffed, apparently realizing the apology treat for what it was.  You reached out and scratched him behind his ears affectionately, noting with a sigh that the fur around his muzzle was distinctly more grey than when you’d met him.
Pakkun was growing old and sometimes you wondered how much time he had left, how long before Kakashi would have to say goodbye to yet another important parental figure.   At least this time he would have you and your children to support him; to love him in Pakkun's eventual absence.
“Thank you,” Pakkun said, settling back down and closing his eyes as your children spun around together and then fell the ground, giggling.
“What for?  Birthing demons?”
But Pakkun ignored your joke and continued seriously, “For giving him a family.  It’s something I think he’s always needed.”
"You're his family too, you know."
Pakkun made a grumbling sound, something you knew he did when he was trying not to let his emotions get the better of him.
And even though only a few short minutes later, you had to scramble across the yard to break up a fight over a plastic kunai, your heart swelled.  Because even if your children often tested your patience and wrought chaos everywhere they went, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.
Pakkun huffed irritably as you sat beside him, practice kunai safely in hand, but you knew he felt the same.
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soaringpigeonshovel · 4 months
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Kakashi not using his most of his 1000 copy-nin jutsu ever is definitely because a) thinking of new jutsu is hard :( and b) drawing new jutsu is also hard :( however it's funny to imagine it as a commentary on ninjutsu itself. Yeah he knows a ton of jutsu but they all do roughly the same thing. "This one hits someone with—" yeah yeah move along. If it's not a bloodline jutsu it's probably garbage. All the people he stole from are dead for a reason. Actually he took a look at all of your jutsu and his favourite one is the finisher he invented when he was ten <3
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mochikage · 6 months
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kento has the type of dad energy where he says he doesn’t want a cat but when his spouse comes home with a cute little fluffy kitten he can’t bring himself to say no and before he knows it he’s shopping for a baby carrier for the kitten because it can’t go two seconds not being in his big warm beefy protective arms
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singularsoldier · 8 months
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Funniest thing about naruto is when Kakashi will say shit like “Sasuke is committing acts of terrorism” but Sakura and Naruto immediately jump to say “no he would never!!” Only for Sasuke to show up like “i just hit the second tower”
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mylittlesyn · 2 years
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I looked around, searching for the twins, but there was chaos everywhere. Buildings crumbling, people fighting in the village… Those cloaks… With the red clouds… “Kakashi!” I shouted, running, trying to find his chakra signature. There was rubble everywhere, making it hard to run, footing uneven but most of the buildings lacked their rooftops. Jumping from them wasn’t an option, but I needed to climb… To find him, to save him. “Kakashi!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, doubling over. Everything felt like it was spinning, dizzying as the sound of more structures crumbling moved around you. Though you couldn’t see him, you were moving. There was no way to know this was the right direction, no way to know except for feeling in my heart. I just knew. 
I woke up with a gasp in my room, our room . Looking over next to me, both Asuma and Obito were fast asleep on the bed between Kakashi and I. Their tiny tummies rose and fell with each sweet breath, their bodies sprawled out. Asuma kicked the rest of the blanket off to uncover his feet as I noticed Kakashi rubbing his eye with his knuckle. “Kessho?” He murmured. 
“Sorry…” I exhaled with a shaky breath before settling back onto the bed. “Nightmare…” I whispered while trying to tug Obito’s shirt down some to cover his exposed stomach. 
“What about…?” He whispered, placing his hand on mine to still it over Obito. Our baby boys tummy rose and fall under our hands as he breathed. It was oddly calming, feeling his breath helped me match mine to his. Almost like a little rhythmic pattern to pacify me. 
“The Pein attack… But this time I was aware of our boys and how they were gone…? I just…” Tears started to prick at my eyes and I took back my hand to wipe the tears away with the back of my palm. “I knew I couldn’t lose you too…” I whined while squeezing my eyes shut.
“Kessho…” The sound of him breathing my name the way he always did had my eyes immediately on him. He took back my hand running his knuckles along his face before pressing his lips. “I’m not going anywhere.” 
“We didn’t think they were going anywhere but…” I took my hand back and thumbed Obito’s chubby cheek, watching his lips smack and his eyes flutter. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to wake you.” I cooed while nearing my face to his. He babbled a bit before holding out his arms with grabby hands. I laid back down on my side, pulling Obito into me, wrapping my arms around him. 
“It’s ok… I understand…” Kakashi placed his hand on my bare thigh, caressing it lightly before hooking my leg over his calf. “Just try to get some more sleep, okay mama?” I smiled to myself at the amount of love bursting through the room, closing my eyes to try and let sleep take me. 
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lesbianmizukage · 1 year
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anyway something something it’s sort of funny to me that kakashi’s lackadaisical attitude is such an effective cover to a personality that is still uh. hm. regimented? fastidious? late to everything because he spends hours at his Scheduled Gravesite Visits in the morning and is very neat and particular and will nag you about nutrition and so on
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likelilacwine · 5 months
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someone deliver me tumblr user qichun at once
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maiikawriter · 2 years
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A little KakaRin food for @teamminatoweek Day 7: Cooking 🍳
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