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emosquirt · 2 years
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カカシ パパと一緒  by jonyaoh
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huxianposts · 1 year
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26 now and I finally realize why kakashi is like that
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kankuroplease · 2 years
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Please do more Kakashi/Rin/Obito ship
Ships:
Itachi/Sakura
Itachi/Ino
Genma/Ayame
Kakashi/Rin
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I love KakaObiRin but I have to stick to my own rules 😭💔 I see 2/3 of the ship is still on your list so I went with KakaRin
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lightweaving · 7 months
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KakaKarin for #7 (extra points if it’s crackfic heh)
i tried. i really, really tried to make it crack. But this one seized me by the heart and refused to let go, so buckle in for angst! (also the brainrot was v real so i posted it here and i'm definitely going to continue it)
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Prompt: “Are you this touchy with all your friends?” “...No.”
Summary: Karin needs some help passing her psych eval.
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“In the last 6 months, how often have you felt restless, agitated, frantic, or tense?” 
“All the time!” Karin snapped. “I had no idea what Sasuke’s plan was, I had no idea what that Madara fellow wanted from him, from us, the world was going to shit – what’s the point of all these questions anyway?” 
Kakashi sighed, lowering his clipboard. He wished he could be somewhere else. Anywhere else. Being in a meeting with those wizened old crones, Homura and Koharu, sounded more appealing. “It’s important,” he repeated. It felt as if he aged ten years every time he repeated that phrase. It was important. Sakura was right. If there was one thing they had all learned from the Fourth war, it was that shinobi could not simply shrug off their emotional wounds and go about their lives.  This was necessary. 
He just wished it could be someone else dealing with Karin. 
His shoulders sagged as she continued her tirade about how they were all wasting her time – how she had places to go, people she needed to meet. He was never going to trust Sakura or Shikamaru again. They’d given him an innocuous looking proposal about shinobi mental health to sign, and hadn’t bothered telling him about the all-important clause: that in the event a suitable counselor could not be matched to the shinobi, the Hokage themselves would be required to take on the case. 
He sighed again and rolled his shoulders. “Unfortunately,” he said, cutting her off, “if you want your clearance back, you have to pass this evaluation. And you’re going to need to continue attending these sessions until you’re fit to pass.” 
With a hiss, she leapt over his desk and landed on him, straddling his lap. Her hands twisted in his ceremonial robes. Kakashi gulped, relieved that he hadn’t sent his ANBU guard off an errand to find him a highly specific stone or some other nonsense today. At least he’d have a witness in case someone walked in to find Karin on top of him like this. “Then just say I’m fit!” she bellowed. “It’s not like you want to be here either. I can feel it. Your chakra’s flickering so much it’s giving me a damn headache.”
“Sakura will never let me hear the end of it if I just let you off,” he replied. It was true, but wasn’t the entire truth. He could have revoked the clause that required him to do this duty. He would have, if Sakura hadn’t fixed him with a look and told him that Karin had no one else in the world who cared. That if she was in danger of hurting herself, there was nobody who could catch the signs. “Well, it doesn’t have to be that bad,” he tried. 
“Doesn’t have to be that bad? I have to answer all these questions about my feelings and about my eating and my sleeping and,” she leaned back to wrench the bundle of papers Kakashi had been referring to and shook them in his face, “my sexual activity! I’m not talking about these things to some old pervert like you!”
Kakashi would probably have been more offended if he didn’t have the case notes from all her other previous assigned counselors documenting that she’d called them all perverts too. “Sakura insisted,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. 
“Are you the Hokage or not?” she shrieked. “Just tell her I cried about what a shitty childhood I had and I’m all better now. Or order her off your back, send her on a six-month mission or something!” 
He wasn’t going to bother explaining to Karin why it was a bad idea to send one of Konoha’s most eminent medics out on a six month-long mission. But it did give him an idea. 
“We’ll do it this way,” he said. “Just meet me to train. Once a week. After some time, I’ll tell Sakura that you’re provisionally cleared to resume your duties. Then from there, we’ll give it some more time, and then I’ll clear you fully. That sound good?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Once a week,” she repeated. “And how many of these… sessions do I have to go through before I get even that provisional clearance?” 
He shrugged. “Hard to say. It does have to be good enough for me to get Sakura off my back. But if you show up properly and on time, I should be able to get that for you after about four weeks?” Obito would have laughed himself silly watching this scene. At how Kakashi was setting expectations about punctuality after all his years forcing people to wait on him. At how Kakashi was the one trying to make someone confront their emotions. Karin sniffed. 
“Fine,” she said. “But you’d better not try anything funny, pervert!” 
Kakashi wondered how she possessed the audacity to say that while she was still on his lap. It wasn’t just Obito – Rin, Kushina-sama, and Minato-sensei were surely laughing their heads off too. 
It had been two hours, and she hadn’t shown up. 
Kakashi shrugged, snapping the 10th anniversary edition of Icha Icha Paradise shut. He’d kept Shikamaru waiting long enough, he supposed. He should probably go discuss that tax proposal with him. 
He’d tried. If Karin didn’t show up, that wasn’t his fault. 
She has no one else in the world. 
He was just assuming that she had chosen not to show up. What if she was injured, or unwell? She’d been put on suspension from her hospital duties too, until she got her clearance. Nobody would be expecting her to show up anywhere. It could be days, weeks, before anyone noticed that something was wrong. 
Hatake Sakumo’s corpse had lain cooling in their living room for three days before someone had bothered to come check on them. And that was only because their neighbor had been worried that she hadn’t seen Kakashi out and about. 
Karin didn’t even have children. Who would bother to check on her? 
With a groan, he dragged himself to go looking for her. 
She was lying on her kitchen floor, staring at the ceiling. She was still breathing, and he’d noticed her tensing when he’d begun fiddling with the lock on her window, before she forced herself to relax. She was alive and conscious of what was going on around her. She was fine, and he had gone above and beyond what was required of him. He could go. 
But something about that sight – of her lying so still in the dark – made him stop in his tracks.
He’d just go in and get a few words out of her. That would be all. Then he could put in his report that he’d spoken to her and that she’d been unresponsive and he could call it a day. Sakura probably wouldn’t even lambast him too much. She knew well what Karin was like. 
“What do you want?” Karin grumbled as he entered. 
“You didn’t show up to our meeting,” he replied. 
“Yeah, because you wanted to train. It’s not like I’m even a real shinobi,” she scoffed. “What good’s training going to do for me? What, you’re going to teach me to smash trees and the ground? I’m already a medic, right? Might as well make me into Sakura 2.0!”
“That’s not what I –” he began. 
“Isn’t it? She’s dating Sasuke, I used to be on Sasuke’s team. She’s a healer, I’m a healer. Sort of. Her hair’s pink, mine’s red. Go on! Tell me how I’m so much like her, only worse!” 
Something within Kakashi stilled. “Who said that to you?” he asked quietly. 
She sat up, looking at him sharply. “I don’t want your pity,” she snarled. “Get the fuck out of my house. Get out.” 
But she made no move to actually get rid of him. “It’s not pity,” he tried. “I’m just worried –”
“Bullshit!” A can of tuna came flying at him. He plucked it out of the air and set it carefully on the ground. She didn’t qualify for much of a stipend, given that her status was equivalent to a genin’s. A genin who didn’t go on missions, at that. 
“Karin,” he started, before another can flew out at him. Beans, this time. 
“Stop looking at me like that!” she screamed. “Get out, get out, get out!” 
A certainty grew within Kakashi, one he disliked. He flung himself on top of her, pinning her wrists to the floor. “It’s no wonder you don’t have any friends, if you treat them all this way,” he said cruelly. 
Sure enough, her body relaxed. “I have plenty of friends! More than you, but not like that’s real hard. You just haven’t met them because you’re such a shut-in.” 
He somehow kept his sympathy and horror off his face. It would not be well-received. “Prove it.” 
“Huh?” 
“Prove to me that you can make and keep a friend. Be one to me. If you can fulfill this task to my satisfaction, I’ll give you back your clearance. I’ll overrule anyone who says you aren’t fit for duty.”
Her eyes narrowed, as she sifted through his possible motives. “Why you?” she challenged. “Why not literally anyone else in the village?” 
“Because unlike you, I don’t have a built-in lie detector. You should be flattered.” She’d say anything to get out of what she viewed as pity. That was for certain. And unfortunately, any sort of compassion — even of the sort normal humans showed one another — appeared to qualify. 
Her entire face scrunched up. Kakashi absently found himself thinking that her expression looked rather like Pakkun, back when he’d still been young and adorable. “You don’t trust me,” she wailed. 
“I don’t,” he said, keeping his expression as bland as possible. “Training grounds tomorrow, at 3pm. Don’t be late.” As she opened her mouth, he pressed her lips shut with his thumb and forefinger, trusting that she was no longer going to try to fling something at him. “I’m no healer either,” he said. “I’m not going to bother training you in something I can’t do. But you’re of no use to me in the hospital. I want you out in the field. This way, I kill two birds with one stone.” 
She nodded slowly. This was something she could understand, and accept. Overtures of friendship from someone who viewed her as an asset, rather than as a person. It had taken Gai to break through those barriers for him through all those years in ANBU, and afterward. 
But Kakashi wasn’t Gai, and Karin wasn’t Kakashi. He couldn’t bulldoze through those walls with a thumbs up and a smile. He could only go along with them, and let her at least get a sense of independence back. 
Her shoulders sagged further, and Kakashi started to withdraw, knowing that she would no longer protest. 
“You said you wanted me to be a friend to you,” she said slowly. “Are you this touchy with all your friends?” 
‘You started it’ was hardly a befitting response for a Hokage. Neither was ‘it was either that or muzzle you so you’d stop talking’. His face heated, and he was thankful for the mask that would conceal the flush that was surely spreading across his face. “...No,” he said finally. 
“I knew it!” she shrieked. “Fucking pervert!” 
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Tenzo. 10.8
Kakayama week :) But unfortunately I can't take part all week, I'm way too busy with other things (I'm sad but what can I do!). I will do 3 days tho, and this is the first one :)
Hatake Kakashi & Yamato | Tenzo (this is very platonic really, so I don't think it needs the shiptag)
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warning: one mention of underage drinking, as in Tenzo had one cup of sake to try it and nothing else.
for @kakayamaweek2022 Day 1: Birthdays & You deserved it.
Kakashi introduces Tenzo to many things after he has left Root. One such thing is the concept of a birthday party.
Because he had no recollections or records of his birth, Tenzo did not know when his birthday was. Not that he cared. For the first six years of his life he was stuck in either research facilities or tubes and that was already horror enough, imagining the passing of time by “celebrating” birthdays would have probably been too much.
From there he neatly went into the Foundation. Some kids there remembered their previous families or the clans they used to live in. Some remembered their birthdays and would tell you about them at random times if they felt like it. Those kids never survived long in the Foundation. Danzo-sama hated weakness and being excited about your own day of birth was one of such weaknesses. Tenzo did not have a birthday either when he was in Root.
Naturally, the entire concept seemed strange to him. Who wanted to celebrate their own day of birth, he’d ask himself. Maybe it was his harsh upbringing, the absence of love and support in his very early years, but he didn’t see birth as something that needed to be remembered every year. He knew he was growing, he could see it in mirrors and hear it when he spoke, but he didn’t need a dango or a cake to remind him of it. Who cares if he was 15 exactly or 14 and a half or older or younger. He was just who he was.
On top of all of that was that Tenzo was nothing but a vessel to be used. Birthdays were for humans, for people with families and personalities and existences that mattered. He didn’t matter beyond the scope of his abilities, beyond the fact that he had been in a freak accident that should have probably died young. No, Tenzo was not special enough to know or celebrate his birthday, so he didn’t even waste any thought to it.
Once he left Root many things stayed the same for a good while. He was still sent on dangerous ANBU missions that could be gruesome and leave him with nightmares. He was still expected to do his job flawlessly, even though the punishments were less severe. HIs skills were very much needed and often used. He was a vessel to be used, even if it was by a different master now and with a different captain.
That was the biggest change in the first place. Hatake Kakashi, the boy, who was almost a young man now, had been instrumental in not only showing Tenzo that there was a future for him outside of Root, that he deserved more than he already got, but that had also pulled the strings to get him out of the Foundation. Kakashi was his squad leader, he was his friend, he was his mentor, and Tenzo admired him more than any other person he’d ever met.
Gruesome missions and nightmares were so much easier to take with a person standing right next to you making sure you were ok. Kakashi showed Tenzo how to cook, Kakashi helped Tenzo with his fist laundry alone, Kakashi brought food and sweets and other Jounin into Tenzo’s life. He had gained so many new things just by being allowed to be part of Kakashi’s life. It was an immeasurable gift.
One day at a birthday party for a different squad member, Tenzo felt tipsy for the first time. He was almost sixteen and it was not like they had given him much alcohol to drink, just one cup of sake, but it had hit him like a truck immediately. Right there, shoulder to shoulder with his captain he mentioned off handedly that he technically did not have a birthday. At least not that they knew of.
“You don’t know your birthday?” Kakashi- senpai said over the noise, turning his head and looking at the younger man with his usual soft, grey eyes. It made Tenzo blush when Kakashi looked so fondly over him in this kind of way that he couldn’t quite describe. Kakashi had always had this magic over him, ever since they had met for the first time two years ago.
“No. I - I don’t think experiments get such a thing”, Tenzo replied shyly. Kakashi frowned as he always did when Tenzo made himself look like he wasn’t a real human worth of dignity. 
“Nonsense,” he said back immediately, “Every human on earth has a birthday. It's your choice whether or not you want to celebrate it.” 
Tenzo didn’t know how he could reiterate that he technically did not have one, or at least one he was aware of, so he just averted his eyes. It was once again Kakashi who spoke. “Don’t worry, the next birthday we will celebrate will be yours.” 
It sounded like a promise, but Tenzo didn’t dare hope.
Kakashi was a good person, way too good of a person for what Tenzo deserved. He was a busy person too, someone who knew many people in many places and got solo missions to do even without his anbu squad. Then there were also the periods in which he would just disappear without a word, spent nights and strangers' houses or out of the village, the times in which Tenzo didn’t dare ask where he went or where had come from. So all things considered, Kakashi was busy and his mind full with his own worries, so Tenzo did not think anything would come of the half promise.
He decided to just forget about it.
But with so many things in life, when it came to Kakashi-senpai, Tenzo was completely wrong about everything. Maybe two days had passed when there was a knock on his door suddenly. Since leaving Root, Tenzo had moved into this small ANBU apartment that was provided to him. He didn’t own anything, so Kakashi had helped with that too. It was the height of summer, which meant that his little place warmed up more than a hot spring could and he was laying flat on his back in his bedroom, a summed up branch of leaves fanning air into his face, when someone was on the door.
Tenzo at first didn’t even think of the promise, at least not when he opened the door and Kakashi was there, a bag stuffed under his arm. “Senpai,” Tenzo said in surprise, “Have you said you’d come over? “
It could be a mission, or it could be that Kakashi hat just decided to show Tenzo another recipe to cook, especially considering that he had apparently brought a box of groceries. The silver haired man took off his shoes wordlessly and only after moving passt Tenzo into the apartment did he finally turn around: “Well, yes you should have expected me, don’t you think?”
He made it sound like it was the most obvious thing that could have ever happened, but Tenzo’s face was just a big question mark. “Hm? Did you mention -”
“Because you spend birthdays with friends”, Kakashi cut him off, “And today is your birthday, so you should have known i'm coming over.”
Tenzo’s face fell a little and he didn’t know what to say in response to that. The promise came back into his mind “Today?” Tenzo said,voice a little shaky.
“Today,” Kakashi nodded. “August the 10th. Happy 16th birthday, kouhai.” He handed Tenzo the package he had been holding, and when the boy opened it he noticed that it was a round chocolate cake.
Not often was Tenzo thankful for his rigorous training in Root, that kept him from showing emotions too much, but right now, when his entire body wanted to fall over like a house of cards and sob, he was clad that he could push it away. “This is.. the nicest thing someone has ever done for me.. '' Tenzo articulated his thoughts out loud and was proud that he still did not burst into tears, even when he felt like doing so. “Thank you.” He didn’t know what else to say.
Kakashi smiled beneath his mask. “It’s just what you deserve, Tenzo, after all the hard work you’ve done in the past year.”
Tenzo took the cake and walked over to his kitchenette to put it down. His hands were shaking, but he was still successfully fighting off the tears. No matter what his senpai was saying, he didn’t feel like he particularly deserved this more than any other person, this attention Kakashi had been paying him ever since they had met. He knew that his Senpai had lived through some tough times before they met, that he was maybe hellbent on making sure they wouldn’t repeat themselves, but still, this was too much.
“There are others coming” Kakashi said casually and sat himself down at one of the only chairs that the tiny room had to offer. “They’ll bring some more things to eat and then we will have a proper party.”
“N-Nonsense, Kakashi-senpai, you did not have to do that at all.” Tenzo’s mind was racing with happiness and embarrassment. Had his complaining about not having a birthday led to this? He hadn’t really tried to force Kakashi’s hand, he wasn’t the type of guy that complained about stuff. If they hadn’t given him that one sake cup, maybe he would not have even thought about it. IN his mind Tenzo swore to never drink alcohol ever again.
The other man looked over and raised a brow. “You’ve never had a birthday, as you said” Kakashi tapped his fingers on the table. “I looked into your ANBU records, the ones that exist anyway, and it seems that you have not been lying about not having a recorded birthdate. So I thought, Let's just do it tomorrow.”
He stopped for a second, then: “And I invited other people, who all agreed to come immediately by the way, because you’ve never had one. Technically, there are 15 birthdays to make up for in only one and I don’t think I can provide that, but I can at least make your first one memorable.”
Tenzo leaned against the counter, eyes looking everywhere but Kakashi. He could not deal with compliments very well, the root training too ingrained into his mind, but he could especially not deal with Kakashi compliments very well. There was something about Kakashi that just made them extra special, as if a compliment done by his Senpai was worth ten compliments from someone else.
“Tenzo”, Kakashi got up and walked over to the other. Tenzo tried to go further back, escape his towering presence a little, but only hit the counter behind him. “The whole squad thinks you are doing a great job working with us, and we all like you, as a person, not a vessel. It was easy to convince the others to come, because they like seeing you happy.” A pause as if he was considering his next words. “I  like seeing you happy.”
He could feel the warmth on his cheeks burning, but Tenzo’S heart felt so full and excited and happy in a way it rarely had before this. Every day Kakashi was showing him new things and taking him by his hand into this new world. One day maybe he would be able to repay that gift.
“Alright”; Tenzo said and his eyes moved into a smile, “Thank you for surprising me for my birthday. I like the 10th of August, square middle of summer. I am a summer child.” He went through it in his head. The idea that the only memory of his mother that he held onto like a lifeline was maybe a summer memory, when it was hot out and the cicadas were screaming in the background like a large orchestra. 
“Sure, summer child. That is why you are always so upbeat and excited” Kakashi said a little sarcastically. “It’s almost like you are the most outgoing person in ANBU.” Tenzo punched him into the shoulder.
The rest of the squad arrived about half an hour later, by then Tenzo had thoroughly collected himself and adjusted into what he assumed was adequate for his birthday. Team Ro was not small, around 6 or 7 people led by Kakashi, but they were a constant revolving door as far as Tenzo could tell. People died all the time. So birthdays were celebrated bigger than maybe other squads did. Another year survived!
They brought more food, another cake, and sake for themselves. Kakashi looked with his stern captain's eyes at Crane who lifted the bottle out of the bag and said: “This is the birthday party for someone underage, put that away.” And if Kakashi said something in his Captain's voice, nobody objected. So this was surely not another afternoon in which Tenzo would try out alcohol.
What they also brought along was another stable of birthday celebrations: presents. Tenzo hadn’t even spared a thought about them, maybe because he had really never gotten one, other than the cake Kakashi had brought earlier, but when they started handing him things and patting on his back in friendship, he had to put all his willpower in not to cry again.
Most had bought things he could use on missions, bandages, special kunai, someone brought him wood works that he could have probably carved himself, someone else just bought him a plant for his apartment. Tenzo took all these presents gladly and placed them in front of him on his coffee table, admiring them like he had just found the treasure of a lifetime.
The best gift however, was given to him by Kakashi himself. Not that Kakashi would have needed to give Tenzo a gift, as he had already given him so much, but of course he did anyway, because that was just the kind of person Kakashi-senpai was. It was wrapped in paper sheets that looked like Kakashi had found it at any regular craft store in the civilian area of the village. When Tenzo what it was out of the paper he couldn’t hold a gasp back.
A new happuri, adjusted to his changed head and face. Lately he’d had a growth spurt and more and more had trouble with it not fitting quite right anymore. He’d loudly considered where he could go and get a new one, but then had never done it. Navigating the normal village world was still a little nerve wracking to him. But now here it was, a little big, but beautiful and shiny and a gift by his senpai.
Tenzo turned it in his hand speechless and then noticed that on the other side, the one that would link to the left side of his face, there was an engraving. Three little symbols and a date. Tenzo. 10.8. He rubbed his finger over it as if he couldn't believe it was there. Kakashi had engraved his name, his new name, and his new birthday. Seeing them both side by side on metal almost made it seem real. As if he was a real person that had always existed with this name and this birthdate.
They exchanged a look. Tenzo could feel the tears burn in his heart even if they did not burn in his eyes and Kakashi nodded slowly and then smiled. There wasn’t a word exchanged between them, because their faces said everything that needed to be said. Kakashi could see that Tenzo was touched and that was what mattered.
For the rest of the afternoon Tenzo’s eyes always went over to the happuri again, laying on the top of the gift pile. He didn’t know how long it would take him to grow out of this one, or if it would even survive that long. Even metal things could break on missions or get badly scratched, but still, it filled him with excitement to know he’d carry something Kakashi had picked for him from now on everyday.
It took a while for the first people to leave. Everyone was just too happy to sit around and eat cake and other sweets. Tenzo sat in the middle of his squad, all of them older than him, and listened to their stories, let them tease him and joke with him. He wondered if birthdays were always like that, happy and carefree and wonderful and how his life would have been if that fateful day he had not met Kakashi how his life would be now.
The sun had already set when the others left one by one. Tenzo was stuffed full with food and in a good mood, whistling like a child when he cleaned up the dishes they had used. Kakashi helped out with tidying up wordlessly, letting Tenzo whistle away in his own little world. Everytime Tenzo caught him in the corner of his eye he was smiling, which in turn made Tenzo smile even wider.
“I will go now too”, Kakashi said eventually, putting on his sandals at the door. 
Tenzo walked him the two steps to the door as if he wouldn’t find his own way out. “Thank you for everything-'' he began, but was cut off immediately.
“I told you not to thank me. What I did today is nothing special and something every person deserves, especially if they are as hardworking as you are. I hope you enjoyed yourself, that is what matters.” Kakashi put his chin forward in a motion that showed he wouldn’t accept any discussion about this.
“I did”, Tenzo then said and opened the door for his Senpai. “I really, really loved it.”
Kakashi smiled. Even if you could not see his mouth he always looked good when he smiled. “Goodnight, kouhai.”
“Goodnight, senpai.” 
Before he left Kakashi stood at the door and turned around one more time: “And oh, don’t expect me to come up with such a good gift every year from now on Tenzo. I’m a terrible gift giver, better get used to it.” Then he left.
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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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shikamaruhatake · 7 months
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Taste Of Your Name
pairing: kakashi hatake x fem!reader
word count: 2k
summary: you call, kakashi answers. always.
warnings: smut (18+, minors dni) all porn no plot, fingering, titty sucking, small mention of blood, p in v, creampie
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He leans against the doorframe with his hungry eyes watching you. You’re beautiful as always. Moonlight cascading across your naked body while it withers in the middle of the bed, hand buried three fingers deep between your legs. You don’t know he’s there, not yet. He’s enjoying the show. You’re desperate, it’s oozing out of you, clinging to you like the sweat that glistens your skin.
Whimpers and small groans fall from chapped lips. He watches as your head falls back against the pillows. Fingers pinching, pulling, and rolling at your perked, sensitive nipple. Hips canting into the air, rutting against your hand. It’s not enough. You cannot do it yourself. You bring yourself to the edge but have nothing that’ll push you over. He smirks at the pitiful whine, the tears that finally break free. A string of curses escape you as your hand moves faster, pushing up on your tiptoes to chase something.
His name falls from your lips when your free hand finally makes its way to your clit. It’s a desperate, agonzing sound. Kakashi. It makes his cock throb. He’s been hard as a rock since he entered the house. You’re like a siren’s call. It makes his blood vibrate. The sound of his name on your lips. His beaconing and his undoing. You don’t want anyone else, and he cannot deny you. Not as you sat there thinking of him, tears streaming down your cheeks in frustration.
“Kakashi,” you moan lightly, as you flick your finger around your clit, teasingly, gently. His name is a plea, a prayer.
You hiss through your teeth as you gently rub circles around your nub. Eyes squeezed shut tight, teeth digging into your bottom lip. Kakashi can see how tense you are. You’re shaking, wanting to snap. Softly he trailed his fingers up your legs adding more pressure as he got closer to your thighs, closer to the heaven that awaited him. His lips twitched when his favorite little line formed between your eyebrows. Confusion coloring your face. Hot breath fans against your inner thighs, he’s successfully made it up the bed, his face inches from where your hand is slowly coming to a stop. Opening your eyes and lifting your head, your eyes lock with his own. A satisfied groan leaves you when he pulls down his mask and kisses your thigh. His teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh, a laugh rumbling in his chest when he notices your hand moving faster and faster the closer he gets to your core. All you needed was some motivation.
“Kashi,” you’re begging this time. Wanton, and desperate.
Because it’s him. It’s only him, it’ll always be him. Your breathing is picking up, borderline hyperventilating. He’s got to remind you to breathe. His hand has replaced yours, expert fingers toying with your pert nipples. Back arching with each tug and twist. You’re mumbling–bite, bite, bite. With your own hand busy between your legs, kakashi pushes up on his elbows, licking a trail between the valley of your breasts before sucking one in his mouth. You whimper, hand now tangled in his hair, holding him tight as you push your tit into his mouth. He rolls it in his mouth, tongue flicking at it before sucking. Eyes wide, pupils blown out as he watches you teeter that much closer to the edge.
His hand trails down your stomach, fingers tracing over yours. A grunt escapes him when he realizes you’ve stopped moving it. He tsks at you, pulling himself away from your chest. “Don’t stop,” he commands, his hand gripping your now stilled hand and forcing your fingers back inside. He keeps his hand over yours, controlling the pace. “Come on sweet girl–yes, just like that.”
He watches you for a moment, before lowering himself back down. You jolt at the flat of his tongue running over your nipple. A low groan parting your lips when his teeth finally latch on to it. You’ve always been a sucker for pain. Especially with your nipples being as sensitive as they are. He could make you come just by playing with them alone. Dragging his teeth over the tender flesh, he flicks his tongue over it. How fast can he make you come like this? Applying more pressure to the hand between your legs, it's a race between your fingers and his tongue.
“Kakashi, fuck.”
Your legs are trembling around him, your weight shifting back onto your toes. Chasing, chasing… Kakashi bites down on your nipple, hard. You scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. He keeps your nipple in his mouth, suckling at the taste of your blood. He only pulled his mouth away from you when your body collapsed back against the bed. He folded his arms across your stomach, resting his head against them. Your smile is shaky and full of love as you look down your nose at him.
“Couldn’t wait for me to come home, hm?” he asks in amusement.
“I didn’t know what time Lord Sixth would be home. So I took it into my own hands.”
“How’d that work out for you?”
You huff, pushing yourself onto your elbows. “Kashi,”
His eyes harden as he stares you down. Your legs spread wider, foot pushing at his pants trying to make him get the hint. He doesn’t need it. He knows what you’re asking for, what you want. Moving off of you, Kakashi sits back on his knees. His dark eyes never leave you as he removes each article of clothing. Each breath is slow and steady, gentle. It amazes him how you fall into him. Wanting to be shaped and molded into whatever he desires. It had always been that way ever since he met you. He knew he had to have you. The defiance in your eyes that melted away behind closed doors. How you clung to him desperately, begging him to fuck you–to ruin you. Kakashi loved everything about you, and he’s never been afraid to show you. He’d worship at the altar of your body everyday for hours if you’d let him.
Your soft hand wrapping around the length of him pulls him out of his thoughts. A soft hiss escapes between clenched teeth as you pump him, up and down. Thumb smoothing over his leaking head. His eyes blaze when you bring the pad of your thumb to your mouth, swiping your tongue out to get the salty taste of him.
Kakashi hums as he traces the seam of your cunt. He pinches your clit as he rocks against your ass, and you can feel the head of his cock smear against your entrance, nudge and prod until, finally, he sinks to the hilt. You moan, the stretch burning. He’s big. He’s too big. It’s been years and you’ll never get used to the feeling of his cock inside you.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Want to hear the pretty noises fall from that pretty mouth.” Kakashi grits between clenched teeth.
He likes when you’re loud. So fucking talkative when you get stupid off his cock. You have no idea what you’re saying but the words spill out anyway. It does something to his ego. He also knows that if he wasn’t the hokage, all the neighbors would have something to say about it.
Kakashi continues. He doesn't fuck fast, but goes for slow, agonizing strokes that deliberately push into the center of your nerves.Tiny shocks of electricity sparking everytime he meets that spongey spot inside of you. He breathes heavily, grunting when you clench around him. The room is miserably hot. There's sweat beneath your arms and under your tits and you’re raking your nails up his back, fingers slick from the sweat that sticks to him.
He’s taking his time with you, making sure you feel it. Worshiped. Treasured. His heart and soul.
“Good girl. Fuck, you're so fucking gorgeous.”
“Fuck,” you gasp when kakashi drives further, clamping his hand down on your waist to hold you steady. “Kashi,”
He pauses, and the punishing drag of his cock halts only to pulse and throb in the clutch of your pussy. Pusling, warm walls tightening around the thick of him. You bury your fingers into his muscular shoulders. You need the movement. You need him to keep going because he’s just getting bigger, stretching you in the most delicious way, pushing you to your limit.
“Sweetheart,” Kakashi murmurs as he palms at your cheek. You lift your gaze to his, and something tightens inside your chest. Kakashi's eyes are clearer than they’ve ever been. An all knowing intelligence that sees straight into your soul. The prettiest gems you’ve ever seen.
kakashi leans forward, his lips roughly catching yours. It’s the first time he’s kissed you since he left this morning. A silent kiss to your temple while you were half asleep in this very bed. The warmth of him swallows you whole. You’re overwhelmed but it’s still somehow not enough. It’s like he knows — he can feel it humming in your veins. Rough hands flip you, face now buried in your sheets, ass up for display. You hear Kakashi groan at the sight, a light smack to your ass cheek. You keen, pushing yourself closer, head tipping back in pleasure. “Fuck,”
You gasp, wet and broken, and completely filthy.
“That’s it—,” Kakashi mumbles against you, the head of cock brushing against your seam. It makes your toes curl — the perfect mix of not enough and too much, and —
Kakashi's teeth dig into your skin, leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. Little secrets that litter your skin. He’s pulled you up on your knees, hand wrapped snugly around your throat.Hard eyes burn into yours as you get fucked from behind. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is wrapped around his wrist trying to hold you steady. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Your head is empty, full of nothing but Kakashi, of Kakashi.
It’s burning low in your belly. A fire trying to escape, engulf you whole from the inside out. Moans are pouring out of you with every thrust. Each one more brutal than the last. Walls clenching tight around him, you can feel him grunting against the nape of your neck.
“kakashi, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that hard to reach spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it coming, your orgasm is going to come crashing down and you’re ready to bask in it.
“You going to come on my cock, sweetheart?” Kakashi murmurs into your hair.
Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. Kakashi cocks his head, teeth dragging against your neck. You swallow, feeling his knowing grin take over him. “Use your words, baby.” He says, mocking you. “I asked you a question.” Tears are streaming down your face. It doesn’t hurt. You can take it—you can take all of it. You want it, want him. More, more, more.
You come on Kakashi’s cock like a tidal wave, and when you collapse against the bed, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Kakashi groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you.
He lets you go, your body going limp as it falls to the bed. His lips quirk up when you let out a tired, satisfied sigh. He falls over you, bracing himself on his forearms so he doesn’t bear his weight down on you. He kisses your forehead, your cheek, under your chin. Turning your head you let his lips mesh with yours. You hum, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. He’s silent as he watches you, his breathing evening out. You stretch out under him, arching your back like a lazy cat. You hum when his thumb strokes your cheek. Eyes opening to look up at him. You push up on your elbows, bumping noses with him.
“Don’t think I’m done with you,” he says, kissing your forehead.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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ilyluffy · 1 year
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𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 || 𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: professor hatake thought he’d be able to settle for looking but no touching but when a rival shows himself kakashi decides he has to have you to himself
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: professor!kakashi hatake x afab!reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: college/modern au, features!itachi, pervy!dom!kakashi, power imbalance, age gap (the reader is a student and kakashi is a teacher), slight manipulation, reader wears a bra/panties, jealousy/possessiveness, semi-public sex, car sex, fingering, vaginal sex, riding, size kink, tummy bulge, slight sir kink, praise, creampie
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k+
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𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋, he knew that he was a creep. when his students were busy taking notes or finishing up the latest assignment that he handed out, kakashi was sitting at his desk reading his smutty novels. oh and those college kids that he should have been focused on teaching? well kakashi would be lying if he said that he hadn’t fantasized about a handful of them.
although, none of his students had caught his attention as much as you did. the moment you walked into his first lecture kakashi was starting to insert you into the dirty little scenarios that his brain came up with.
but kakashi wasn’t stupid. the rule was that he could look but not touch. if word got out that he was having relations with his students the professor would likely get fired. so unfortunately for kakashi, his imagination would have to be good enough.
at least it was for a while. kakashi suddenly became unable to settle with these daydreams when he noticed another student taking a particular interest in you. itachi uchiha to be exact, a handsome and promising student. this potential arrival was enough to ruin everything.
now kakashi couldn’t think about you without feeling an aggressive wave of jealousy. it quickly became apparent that kakashi was now willing to put everything on the line rather than letting someone else have you. your professor was officially ready to make his move.
the perfect opportunity to ensure that no one stole you from him arose when it was time for the semester's group project. you had requested to have itachi as a partner and vice versa. kakashi shot down this idea, prompting you to ask to talk to him after class.
“i don’t understand sir. you said it was okay for us to choose our groups so why can’t i do the project with itachi?” you questioned once all the rest of your peers had cleared out of the lecture hall. kakashi sat at his desk nonchalantly as you stood over him. his response was just as relaxed.
“i believe you and mr. uchiha will distract each other. it’s not a good pairing” he says, still flipping through the pages of his smutty novel. not that you’d know what the contents were. all you knew was that you were getting annoyed that he seemed to be dismissing you. when you ask in irritation who he expected you to work with, kakashi shrugs. “actually, i’d prefer it if you didn’t work with anyone”.
that makes your eyes go wide. “how will i be able to finish the assignment all by myself?!” you demanded at his ludicrous suggestion. this had to be a joke. you’ve never found professor hatake to be unreasonable before. if anything, he was one of your better teachers, and it was a plus that he was nice to look at. but right now you felt like you were speaking to a new man.
suddenly kakashi closes his book. you flinch a little when he gets up from his desk. panic fills your chest when you start to think that you might be in some trouble. your breathing only quickens when he walks around his desk to stand right in front of you. now it’s him who’s towering over you.
“how about this? you won’t have to do the final. i’ll give you a perfect grade. you just need to do something for me”.
that sounds too good to be true and you should have taken that fact as a warning. however your lips start moving before you can think. kakashi’s almost shocked himself that you agreed to hear him out. well he’s too far gone to change his mind now. putting everything on the line kakashi explains that letting him fuck will get you the perfect grade you crave.
this was the last direction you expected this conversation to take. you had to take a moment to pinch yourself just to double check that this was really happening. when you didn’t suddenly wake up in your own bed it occurred to you that kakashi really was making this proposal. asking you to do such a thing no doubt violated so many rules… so why were you so tempted to accept?
“we shouldn’t do it here. someone might walk in right?” you eventually respond, again taking kakashi off guard. were you seriously about to make his dreams come true? if that were the case he wasn’t going to let this inconvenience hinder his chance. the next thing you know he’s grabbing your hand and leading you out of the building.
“i have a car outside. it’s parked somewhere no one will see us” he reassures you as he hastily takes you to the vehicle in question. it’s indeed parked in an unusual spot but it’s a spot that couldn’t be seen by the average eye so you put up no restraint as he opens the back door for you.
kakashi’s quick to follow you as you crawl inside. the guilt doesn’t really settle in for you until he shuts the door. what were you doing? not only could this get you in trouble with the college but there was itachi… the young man had asked to take you out for coffee not too long ago. he obviously meant for it to be a date too and heard you were completely disregarding him.
“you’re not thinking about him are you?” kakashi interrupts your thoughts by leaning in closer. his eyes appear a little more intense than usual, pupils sharp with jealousy. “don’t tell me you like him more”.
“i-it’s not that” you stutter, feeling your face grow hot. “let’s just do this”.
as you start to unbutton your top kakashi’s hand reaches for your chin. “forget about uchiha. by the time we’re done here you’ll only be able to say my name” kakashi promises, pressing his lips against yours.
you hate to admit how quickly you melt into his touch. the kiss feels so right that you can’t stop yourself from reciprocating. as your hands make their way into kakashi’s grey locks he finishes taking off your shirt for you.
“so pretty” he’s already moaning into your mouth as his hands roam your chest. the lacy pink bra you have on makes his cock twitch and when he finally starts to coax you out of your bottoms, he’s sure there’s from pre leaking from his tip at the sight of your matching panties. “it’s almost like you wore these for me” he hums before eagerly trying to undo his belt.
before you can prove or disprove his theory, your jaw drops when the professor’s hard cock jumps out of his slacks. it hits him so hard in the chest that it thuds. holy shit he’s big. you kind of suspected it but seeing it before you very eyes was something else entirely.
spitting in his own hand, kakashi gives his member a few pumps as he sits back. eventually he motions for you to climb into his lap. “want you to ride me”.
there’s no argument or resistance from you as you move to straddle him. kakashi doesn’t rush you. those novels of his always emphasized preping partners. so naturally instead of impaling you on his cock immediately he gently moves your panties aside and inserts his fingers. tiny whimpers leave your mouth as he tries to loosen you up for the main event. as soon as his digits are thoroughly coated in your slick, kakashi removes them.
“i’ll let you take it from here. i’ve been waiting for this for a long time and i don’t want to hurt you because i’m get excited and impatient” kakashi hums as he licks his fingers clean. his little confession flusters you as you hover over his dick but it doesn’t faze you to the point where you can’t start to sink down on to him.
a groan rumbles in kakashi’s throat as you slowly swallow all he has to offer. your whole body seems to tremble as your cunt gets filled bit by bit. you might have stopped if you weren’t desperate to know what it felt like to have kakashi so deep you could feel him in your stomach.
eventually you do discover what it’s like. when your body’s fully connected, kakashi’s hand instantly lands on your tummy. “i’m so deep. do you feel me in there?” he asks, genuinely curious as his palm presses against the bulge that’s appeared.
“y-yes sir” you whine. you don’t give your teacher a second to say anything more. without having to be told you raise your hips and begin to bounce on his length. a string of curses echo off the walls of the car almost instantaneously.
“f-fuck” kakashi throws his head back as he becomes overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm smug walls. he can’t believe the thought crosses his mind but it’s nearly too much for him to take. you feel too damn good. so much so he starts to fear he’ll cum too quickly. “s-slow down a little” kakashi half chuckles and half stutters. “don’t want the car to start rocking”.
“d-does it feel good?” you question, your eyes glossed over as you look back him. your expression alone as kaksgi’s balls tightening a smidge but he tries to control his body.
“feels better than i could ever have dreamed of” he reassures you. “but i also want you to feel good. i want you to enjoy being with me more than you could ever like being with that other kid”.
“itachi?”. you saying his name seems to help kakashi fight off his premature orgasm. before kakashi can start grumbling under his breath about his other student, you ease his jealousy. “i only have eyes for you sir” you promise him, making kakashi perk up. as you speak you’re still riding his cock for dear life. “love your cock. it’s the only one i need”.
a switch flips in kakashi’s brain then. he went from allowing you to take the lead to being unable to keep himself contained. you’re a little startled when his hands land on your hips. gripping your sides, he starts to control your movements and slamming you down on his cock with greater force. that along with him thrusting his own hips in order to reach even deeper inside of you has you moaning louder than you probably should.
it’s so fucking good. at first your main focus was on getting a good grade but now you’re lost in the feeling. you could care less if kakashi completely failed you in that moment. as long as he keeps shoving his duck into your pussy you’re happy. you wanna cum around him so bad and, in addition, you wanna milk this man dry.
there’s no doubt that you’ll do just that the longer things go on. kakashi’s gritting his teeth as he holds back his release. he’s determined to see you cream first and lucky for him, after hitting all the right spots, you grow closer to your end.
with kakashi taking the time to rub your clit as his tip rams against your sweet spot, the coil in your stomach tightens and breaks in half. kakashi feels your cum slip down his balls as you fall against his chest. you’re panting and obviously overstimulated but you don’t tell kakashi to stop as he continues to pound your hole. not to worry, you wouldn’t be subject to being treated like a sex toy for very long. with nothing holding him back kakashi’s seed spills inside of you the second the opportunity arises.
you can hear his heavy breathing as you rest your head against his shoulder. after waiting for kakashi to recover, you eventually feel his hand stroke the back of your head. “you earned a perfect grade” he praises you for your efforts. “stay away from the uchiha kid and i’ll make sure you graduate on the honors list”.
“i will” you agree, raising your head so the two of you can share a sloppy kiss. “if you keep fucking me like that 𝐈 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐒𝐈𝐑”.
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mrsbakashi · 1 year
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MINE
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summary: your boyfriend is not happy when he hears you were walking around the village with another guy, so he pays you a little visit.
words: 2K
a/n: i just wanted to write this other side of obito that also lives in my head. i took some liberties. english is hard.
⚠️ c.w: jealous-possessive obito, low-key (or not) violent behavior, smut (duh), kinda angsty by the end.
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you were in your bedroom, laying on your bed with the light on, finishing the first chapter of the book you bought with kakashi a few hours ago when you heard the doorbell. you checked your clock and it marked 8:12 pm. weird. you rarely had any visitors, specially at night.
you put the book aside when you heard your father talking with someone. your parents had come to spend the weekend with you because they "saw you little since you moved out". you were touched by the act, but you were better off left alone, which is why you excused yourself, saying you were going to sleep early and was alone in your bedroom a few seconds ago.
your father laughed, which made you more curious... who could it be?
- y/n! - your father called, before turning around and seeing you. - oh, you're there, i hadn't seen you. this charming little guy is here to see you... sorry, what did you say was your name again?
you froze in place the second you saw him, recognizing the orange mask right away. uh-oh.
- tobi! - obito replied with that ridiculous voice he used to give tobi life, laughing at the end and raising his arms. his voice was loud and happy, but his eye focused on you and you felt every single hair on your body shiver.
- tobi! - your father repeated laughing, finding the name funny, then looking at your mother and saying: - his name's tobi!
your mother laughed too, but you couldn't see what was so funny in a ridiculous name and an annoying personality. the truth is maybe you would be laughing with your parents if you weren't so damn terrified.
you were in trouble. you just knew it. if obito was at your house on a normal saturday night while your parents were visiting, it meant you were in trouble. your heart was beating so fast you felt like it could jump right out of your chest any second. obito didn't take his eyes off of you, not even when he was laughing with your parents.
- so, tobi, why don't you come in? - your father invited, opening the door a bit more, giving obito space.
- no! - you screamed before obito could answer. - no, i mean... we can talk outside, i feel like walking a little, breathing the night air, you know.
- take your coat! - your mom recommended.
you took your coat from the coat hanger next to the door and promised your parents you'd be right back, knowing damn well that you couldn't really promise anything when it came to obito.
as soon as your father closed the door, obito grabbed your arm and you were sucked into a place you didn't even know where it was.
- ouch! - you complained when he finally let go of your arm, practically tossing you off. his grip was harder than it needed to be, and you were sure that would leave a bruise.
- ouch? is all you have to say? ouch?! - he asked, ripping the mask off, looking at you outraged. - i'll show you what pain really looks like. - he threatened.
your stomach was agitated because of how nervous you were. obito could be violent, rough and vengeful when he wanted to be, having an insane amount of ways of punishing and torturing you.
- i'm sorry...? - you tried.
- exactly what are you sorry for?
- for whatever it is that i did this time. or what you think i did.
he came suddenly - a second ago he was four steps away from you, and now there he was, hovering you, giving you no way out, stuck between his body and the wall behind you.
- i don't think, princess, i know.
he put two fingers on your chin to force you to look up at him when you tried to look away.
- i'm sorry... - your tried again.
- what are you sorry for? - he asked.
- tell me what i did, and i'll tell you what i'm sorry for...
obito grabbed your ponytail and pulled it down violently, making you arch your back to follow the movement your head did since your hair was attached to it. you almost screamed, but obito covered your mouth, his face millimeters from yours.
- you're trying to be funny, but i don't like it when you're trying to be funny.
a single tear fell from your left eye and that seemed to soften him a little. he let go of your hair, but his hand circled your neck.
- i heard you were whoring around the village with kakashi today, in a pretty tiny, tiny yellow dress... probably the one i sent you last week.
- obito, don't even start, kakashi and i are just friends...
- yeah? - he interrupted you. - just friends? i know how well you treat your friends... i was your friend once, in case you don't remember.
his grip around your delicate throat was harder and it got a little hard to breath.
- we were just friends until you helped me feel better at the hospital... do you remember that day, darling?
- obito, stop! - you pleaded, trying to push him away.
- 'twas the day you became mine, i claimed your body, i marked you, you're mine!
you tapped his hand when his grip got even stronger, your face turning a little red. he took his hands off of you and and took two steps back, breathing deeply, but all you could see was the fury in his eye.
- it's unacceptable that i leave for two weeks and you already forget that i own you!
- i'm allowed to have friends, you know! and, unless you lock me up, i have to interact with other people. it's called living in society! i know you've been isolated for a long time and-
- don't give me ideas, princess... - he threatened you.
- you're being unreasonable!
- no, you are! whoring around the city with a douchebag while your boyfriend is working? you're just a pathetic needy slut, aren't you? - his hand was back on your neck, body pressed hard against yours.
- you're cute when you're jealous. - you teased.
obito put his lips on your so urgently, so violently you were sure he had cut your lip and you would feel the impact later, but right now all you needed was his tongue filling your mouth, his hands all over, his body pressed hard against yours. you threw your hands around his neck and he tightened a little the grip around your throat getting a moan from you.
- just a pathetic slut. - he repeated, biting your lower lip.
- shut up and kiss me, you idiot.
obito glued his lips back to yours and pressed his hips against yours - you could feel his erection against your leg, which made you feel like your body was on fire.
- were you trying to get my attention? were you hoping somebody was watching so they could tell me?
obito's hand traveled down your body, leaving a burning trace behind it, then finally entering your pants.
- yes! - you unconsciously screamed when his fingers found your clit, closing your eyes automatically.
you heard him laugh while his fingers draw those lazy circles he was so good at.
- i bet he wouldn't know how to touch you, where to touch you.
- no, he wouldn't...
obito kissed you to keep you from screaming while he put two fingers inside you. you moaned on his lips and hanged your leg on his hip to give him more space, which made him smile.
his fingers were working wonders inside you, arching, stretching your walls just enough, preparing you, finding your sweet spot with no effort, and then hitting it again and again and again, keeping on the edge, but not quite there yet. you needed a little more, and he knew it.
- obito, please! - your cried, leaning your forehead against his.
- i know you can beg better than that.
he added a third finger, speeding the circles on your clit, which made your body shiver.
- please, please, pretty please...
you were so lost in him, completely given. you would do whatever and however he said.
he lifted your head to look at your eyes.
- please what?
you didn't answer, and that didn't make him happy. he pulled his hand out and you never felt so empty.
- oh, please, don't be mean, i'll be good, i will, i promise!
- you promise?
you nodded frenetically, anything to keep his hands where you wanted him.
obito kissed you, caressing your tongue with his own and drinking your moans when he forced himself inside of you, stretching you, making you feel better than his fingers ever could, making you feel so good, so full. you wrapped your legs around his waist, his left hand was firm on your hip keeping you in place, while the other was still firm around your neck. his pace was rough, hard, fast, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix violently, but it felt so good you couldn't help but moan and hold on to him.
- does it feel good?
- so good!
- can anyone else make you feel like this?
- no, no one...
he grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, watching your lips part.
- you're mine. do you understand that?
you nodded, looking pathethic, sinking your nails on his shoulders when the knot in your abdomen got thighter and thighter. he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, you needed more of him, feel him with every inch of your body, so you pulled him impossibly close, as if you could melt into him.
- babe... - was all you said, dropping your weight on him, feeling weak.
obito knew you were close and, being the sucker that he was for you, he knew he was almost there just because you cumming was the hottest sight in the whole universe.
to be honest he wanted to punish you, to torture you; he wanted to tie you to a bed and tease and tease until you couldn't take it anymore, and then denying your orgasm until your fainted and learned the lesson, until you remembered you were his alone, but how could he do any of those things if just by looking at made him feel like he was capable to declare war against the entire world just to make you smile. but you were his - always have been and always would be. his.
your walls started clenching around him, the knot on your abdomen finally releasing when you came, moaning obito's name directly on his mouth, something he always found incredibly sensual. obito used both his hands to keep you in place while his pace got faster, harder and he grunted while you tried to hang on a little longer for him to have his release, though you were so sensible.
- mine! - he growled, finally emptying himself inside you, but never pulling out.
he kept his hand around your waist, holding you up so you wouldn't fall. it took a while for you both to recover your breath and strength. obito always treated you like that, rocking your entire world.
- i missed you, i missed you so much. - you confessed running your hands through his face.
- i missed you too, baby girl. - he kissed the palm of your hands.
- i hate it when you're away. i hate it so much.
obito's answer was to kiss you softly, barely touching your lips, and you just stayed there for several minutes - your legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside you, your hands touching his face, memorizing the texture of his skin, the muscles he used to kiss you, the ones he used to smile, all there, at the tip of your fingers.
- you should go back, your parents are probably worried. - he finally broke the kiss, pushing your legs down.
- come back with me, spend the night, please, please, please...
- i can't... i have a lot to do.
obito wiped the tears that insisted on falling from your eyes and you pulled him in for another kiss.
- promise me you'll be careful, promise me you'll be back soon.
- i'll do my best.
obito's a rms let go of you, and the cold air hit you hard, compared to the heat of his body. you felt cold, lonely and empty - he was leaving again, and you didn't know when you would see him next, or if you would. there were a lot of people hunting the real leader of the akatsuki, and every mission was so dangerous... you lived with high levels of anxiety all the time, and obito was to blame. the worst part is that there was nothing you could do about it, he would never take you with him and put your life in danger, but he couldn't stay either, not when everyone thought he was dead and/or considered him a threat.
obito pulled you in for a last hug and kissed your lips gently, then traced kisses through your jaw line and whispered on your ear:
- remember you're mine. if i see you walking around with kakashi again i won't be responsible for my actions.
and then you were back at the front of your house and he was gone, just like that. the only thing that indicated he had been there was his smell lingering in the air and the red mark around your neck.
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rozaceous · 9 months
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mariko, violence, and the meta of violence in fanfiction
ok so it’s apparently not enough that i write the most indulgent kind of fic, but now i’m writing an essay about my fic. this got so long, abt 2k total. if i said sorry, it’d be insincere, but at least no one is making you read it?
i want to piggy-back off the post i made earlier this week where i was talking about how mariko was not well-adjusted, and was, in fact, doing extremely poorly. what this post turns into, however, is an analysis not only of mariko’s relationship to violence and her subsequent trauma, but a meta-analysis of how violence is treated in canon more broadly, and how that ends up translating into fic. because, and i mean this in a way that is distinctly not about tooting my own horn, i’m approaching violence with a different lens than what i've found in a majority of fic, but also in a way that is unique to SI fic.
‘to continue being alive is also an art’ starts in medias res ch 1 with mariko haring off to the confrontation at the bridge in wave. we find out later, she’s fresh from just having killed people for the first time. kakashi and mariko have their little chat abt it in ch 2, but it’s treated as done and resolved afterwards. it was self-defense, she was protecting others, she was justified and shouldn’t lose sleep over it.
mariko also kills during the chuunin exams itself (members of the sound team) and during the finals (she on-screen beheads a foreign ninja). there’s a sort-of killing w the itachi puppet in ch 15, and a mention of sasori, but otherwise we don’t get any particular details of her killing people until the events of ch 17, where she kills danzo and the rest of the elder council, as well as whoever was caught in the bombings. (i’m going to word-of-god this for everyone right now and tell you that there were people caught in the bombings, just like i will confirm that she’s killed other people in the interim of the time skip.)
from a writing-level, i approached violence in a very specific way. most of the violence is off-screen and mentioned as a retrospective; what occurs on-screen i tried to keep brief and matter-of-fact. graphic, maybe, but not gory. i also try not to play violence as something that’s done for laughs, like how sakura will beat naruto up in canon when he annoys her. (we’ll come back to this.) and a lot of this has to do with how mariko herself deals with violence.
i mentioned in that previous post, that mariko grows up in a militaristic culture where violence is a norm and acceptable, as someone who is not actually a kid who can be acculturated into that thinking in the same way. mariko comes from a culture and personal history where interpersonal violence is abhorrent. she tries to duck out of canon events and any requirement of violence on her own part by being a medic, but the team assignments (the narrative/me, if we’re wanting to get meta abt it lol) prevent her from achieving this relatively more peaceful role.
when mariko gets assigned to team seven, she has to get real comfortable with violence real fast. she’s already befriended naruto (and hahahaha you may remember that she does so by punching a guy 🙂) and she cares about kakashi and sasuke. she’s come to the realization that this is her lot, these are her people, they are her responsibility. as she notes in ch 2, she’s not good enough to solve her problems without killing. this is also to say, she’s not good enough to problem-solve without violence. it’s beyond her capacity and skill when the stakes are as high as they are. let’s also consider that caring about everyone is a luxury that mariko cannot afford, widespread mercy is potentially a death sentence, and so she narrows that care down to a handful of people. and so if she’s taking the well-being of her teammates as her ultimate good, she will absolutely let the ends justify the means.
added onto any personal sentiment is that, as far as mariko knows, if anyone on team seven dies, the entire world is fucked.
mariko one hundred percent and sincerely believes that violence is wrong. even when it’s justified, self-defense, etc., mariko views it as ugly. there may be situations where she assigns herself less blame, but she is always blaming herself for being too weak to find another way, because her (somewhat unrealistic) view is that violence is the sign that you’ve run out of other options to get your way.
however, with the stakes being as they are, and with the world she’s in treating violence as a form of currency, mariko sees violence as a necessity.
so we can see the dissonance, right? she has to use violence to protect not only herself, but the people she loves, and the entire world. and mariko’s fundamental optimism is that people are worth helping and that the world is worth saving, because if she doesn’t believe in that with her whole heart, she’d literally just curl up and die. she wants to be kind and to help and nurture and build, but her most effective tools—once again, she views using violence as a failure—are the ones she hates the most. but she has to use them. more, she has to be very, very good with them.
this isn’t a small-level dissonance, it’s a diametric opposition. so in terms of narration, mariko can’t think too much about the violence she’s enacted because it would destroy her. she knows this about herself. she hates it. but it’s necessary. and so she doesn’t think about it. and if she does think about it, she’s very clinical and writes it off as unfortunate and necessary and—well, it’s done, no use crying over it now. she’s disassociated herself from it. and i wanted that perspective reflected in the way i wrote about violence.
the other aspect of how i wanted to handle violence is from how i approach the canon. we’ve all read the fics where konoha is a grimdark dictatorship, with death and torture around every corner. and, uh, it is? it’s a fascist war machine, plainly. it’s child soldiers and state-sanctioned assassination baked into the world economy? there’re multiple instances of genocide? it’s a fucking nightmare.
i, personally, am not able to brush aside those things. i like the meta and the reading-into-things and the what-if’s that happen when you don’t take things at face value. so for me, the writer, i can’t glorify violence. there’s a reason i wrote mariko walking through the uchiha compound in the way that i did. so i’m not going to write like killing a thousand people in one go is anything but horrifying (staring at you, minato), even if i’m not interested in directly interrogating every particular instance of violence within the narrative.
but canon doesn’t approach it from this angle. for canon, this is all the quirky backdrop, and violence and killing are bad, but very few people tend to die in a meaningful sense. violence doesn’t often have lasting consequences. (this is, also, the evolution that Naruto goes through as a series, where it starts off as a critique of the state and then turns into bootlicking, but that’s another meta that plenty of others have written better than i can.) in canon, the ability to do high-damage moves is considered a cool power-up. in fact, your power level is directly correlated with your physical danger level—ie, your ability to do violence.
moreover, casual violence is funny in canon. (we’re back to sakura beating up naruto and it being treated as a joke.) these things are entirely the conceit of reading/watching canon, and it’s what we do with every piece of media. this isn’t a judgment! we are suspending our disbelief and buying into the premise of the story that gets told. and i would hardly have written over 50k of naruto fanfic if i didn’t find it innately compelling and, yes, fun.
so this is where the presentation of violence in fanfiction can get dicey, because not every author is approaching canon with the same spirit that canon itself has. i also want to make the blanket statement that i don’t think any one interpretation is right or wrong, it’s that they’re all interpretations. i’ve read and liked fics of all varieties; i’m not morality policing, i’m trying to place myself and my own fic within a broader phenomenon of how fics present the morality of violence. i don’t personally care what one fic thinks is morally good, nor do i think that a particular presentation necessarily corresponds with what the author thinks in real life, or even that a presentation has to be consistent from fic to fic. these are all lenses/perspectives, and fanfic is inherently about playing with the little details of canon and going, “And?”
so on one end, you’ll have some fics that 100% correspond with the attitude towards violence that canon has and aren’t too interested into getting into the grittier moral quandaries of the canon past what canon presents as good or bad. on the other, you’ll have other fics that will rip the morals of canon to shreds. again, i like both! it always depends what the focus of your story is!
i feel like i’m somewhere in the middle. i feel like a lot of naruto fics commit hard to either of the above scenarios from the start and i...don't (as one commenter pointed out). there's a level of progression I'm trying to portray. and, i have to say, part of the comment that @vermillioncrown left on ch 17 really resonated: “She's sunk as low as them, she's just as fucked up in this second life despite knowing another moral framework and society. And she's mud-wrestling them down at ground level lol.”
mariko ‘knows better’ but isn’t better. she doesn’t feel like she’s a good person. arguably, she isn’t a good person. she has enough of an outsider perspective to see the system for what it is, but she is still inherently within the system. she is absolutely playing the game, and doesn’t have any moral high ground. she kills, she lies, she deceives, she betrays. she harms people. her intentions might be noble, but as tumblr loves to say abt causing others harm: intention isn’t magic. mariko wants better and is trying to achieve it, but she’s in the system and can’t get out of it because we all inherently live in a society, and removing yourself from society isn’t exactly as feasible as our ideals might like.
and because tcba is, mostly, from mariko’s perspective, her understanding of violence colors the narrative. because mariko is an SI/OC, her perspective is one that is ALWAYS going to be a negotiation of ‘canon at face value’ and ‘me personally doing an analysis.’ and i think that’s really cool and interesting, which is why i’m doing it!
but—and this is not me throwing shade or getting mad or singling anyone out—this is also a take that is a little counter to broader fandom habit that aligns with ‘omg she was so badass when she killed that guy!’ or ‘yes! fuck it up!’
reiterating that i’m not trying to scold or slight anyone, bc this is the ‘canon at face value’ take, where we are supposed to see these things as badass and praise-worthy, and often these are climactic scenes where mariko is ostensibly cast as the righteous victor! and if people don’t see what i’m trying to do as different to that take, that’s also on me as the writer, especially bc, as i already said, this is a story that is trying to negotiate those different perspectives on violence. but i also want to point out that there’s more than just ‘violence as badassery’ happening. this is also ‘violence as tragedy.’
and since the meaning and role of violence isn’t a theme that’s going to go anywhere any time soon, i thought it was worth discussing.
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sunstaar · 2 years
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I can get a headcanon of how Itachi, Kakashi, Neji, Shikamaru and Sasuke would react to learning that their partner is a witch (can talk to spirits, see the past, future and summon spirits).If they are too many then only the first 3 and that S/O is female, thank you very much ❤
hey, nonnie, thank you for the request! Playing around with the witch concept was a lot of fun, so I do hope you like the following headcanons :)
hc: Itachi, Kakashi, Neji, Shikamaru and Sasuke learning that their s/o is a witch
Word Count: 2k
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Itachi
let’s assume first that you, too, are a member of Akatsuki
while Itachi did respect you as a new member of the organization, at first, he didn’t know the reason why you joined
you and your abilities were so enigmatic, he didn’t know anything about either
at one point, the two of you began growing closer and eventually even started a romantic relationship
that is also when the two of you teamed up for a few missions for Akatsuki
Itachi first saw a hint of your abilities when it was time for the two of you to stop Team Kakashi & Chiyo from getting to Gaara
for a reason he couldn’t explain, you could foresee all of Kakashi’s movements and dodged them perfectly
he himself could do this quite well, but only due to his Sharingan, which you obviously didn’t have
the real kicker was when you summoned a spirit to act as a child from Naruto’s rasengan
Itachi’s clone was really confused, he had never seen an ability such as yours before
at the same time, it did finally make sense why the leader of Akatsuki had insisted upon him using a clone to trick the Konoha Shinobi, but also insisting that your real self would accompany said clone
upon arriving back in the Akatsuki hideout, there were a lot of questions running through his mind, alongside a lot of answers to them
the easiest thing was to confront you, really
when you told him everything, he listened intently and connected the dots
everything made sense to him now, despite his initial confusion
Itachi always knew that you could defend yourself, but now he doubted that even less
one question would always remain on his mind, however, could you see his death coming? did you know about his illness? would his little brother Sasuke be the one to kill him?
in the end, he would never get to ask that
Kakashi
you didn’t mean to reveal your identity as a witch to him like that, it just happened
you really couldn’t have chosen a worse moment, looking back on it
after a long time of dating, Kakashi finally opened up to you about his childhood and his past
while he sometimes had begun talking about it, he often cut himself off and then promised to tell you later
so you thought it was an important moment and milestone in your relationship, a show that he trusted you
so your mind was solely focused on his past, which you kind of already knew (not that you would mention that to him)
of course, you were well aware of the rumors and murmurs running through Konoha, about how he was supposedly a ‘friend-killer’ and a cold person
but you also knew things only Kakashi should know, such as things about his relationship with his father and how he dealt with the death of the man
you shouldn’t know such private things about him before he told you them, but you found them out with your abilities by accident
one of the times he cut himself off, his past got unraveled to you, unbeknownst to him and ever since that you’ve felt very guilty about that
so now that Kakashi was going to tell you himself, all you had to do was pretend to not know this already and act surprised, and then of course comfort him if needed
and everything goes right at first, you do your part as the doting partner and are there for him when necessary
that is until he tells you something, and you blurt out “I know”
Kakashi is just so confused by that point, poor him because what do you mean? You know?? huh
you are just panicking by now because you did not mean for that to slip out, and now you have to tell him everything
at first, he is upset about that invasion of privacy, understandably so
you then go ahead and explain to him how it had been an accident and you didn’t mean to, that you didn’t want to find that out about him like that, but rather through him when he decided to tell you
the two of you do manage to talk everything out, but it does take time to rebuild that trust
and you do need to give Kakashi that time to fully trust you again, because while he does know that it had been an accident, he sometimes still has his qualms you need to respect
after some time, however, your relationship is as strong as ever, as long as you respect his privacy with your witch abilities, that is
Neji
the first time you showed a hint of your power to Neji was when you told him to fight against what he considered to be his fate, that he shouldn’t allow it to be predetermined
somewhat, you reminded him of Naruto during the Chuunin exams
this time around, however, he was a bit more open to listen
you are his partner, after all, you only want the best for him, which meant that you bothered him time and time again, so he would just listen to you
just before the beginning of the Fourth Shinobi war, you know that he is going to die soon due to his predetermined fate
you wouldn’t let him, however
because why would you allow your significant other to die?
your last resort was telling him about your powers, about what you are able to do
you tell him everything, and I mean everything, all at once
it does overwhelm him, especially when you tell him he is going to die soon
Neji had been confronted with death often enough already, but his own death?
by this point you were begging him to listen to you and to hear you out
and he does, he does hear you out because if you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t get hysterical like that
he ends up believing you after you describe his death to him in great detail
he’s also a bit miffed because you didn’t tell him about you being a witch sooner, you kept that a secret from him
Neji does come around again when the two of you are sent to fight in the war, and he makes sure that you both make it out alive
thanks to your premonition, you do
Shikamaru
Shikamaru finding out about your identity as a witch had been an accident
the two of you get assigned a mission together, something about a ghost haunting in an ancient home
you are very confident in completing the mission due to your ability to communicate with spirits, something Shikamaru immediately notices
he doesn’t say anything at first and just keeps an eye on you and your swift change in mood
aside from Naruto, Shikamaru has never seen anyone that delighted to go on a special type of mission, although he would doubt that even the energetic blond would be excited about ghost stories
anyway, so the two of you arrive there to investigate the mystery
and in the beginning, everything does go smoothly
until the two of you arrive at a dead end
while Shikamaru is able to roll off his growing frustration, you, on the other hand, are not and search for another way to get to more information
what you did not consider however had been that Shikamaru did not know that you could talk to spirits, so when you suddenly started talking with nothing, he was bewildered
(for a moment he did think you were going crazy from this mission, but for that he wouldn’t blame you)
and when he asked what you were doing you just froze, like, mid-conversation
as a doe in the Nara forest would stare at him, so did you
while he did think that you looked adorable, he was quite concerned about you not breathing
when you did finally breathe again, his first question was to ask what you were doing, because obviously, he still did not know about you being able to talk to spirits
Shikamaru could only nod along as you explained your powers and abilities to him, and how they worked
at first, he was unsure of what to say but did listen intently, making sure not to miss a detail
and then, as though nothing major happened, he asked what the spirit from before told you
as fireworks lit up the sky, so did your smile as you began to tell him all about what the spirit said
and the two of you completed the mission successfully, it couldn’t have gone better, really
of course neither of you go ahead and inform the Hokage of how you solved the mission, but you do write a promising mission report
let’s just say it is a secret that remains between the two of you and the two of you only
he keeps it with his life, just as he plans on keeping you in his life
Sasuke
for this, I imagine you being part of Team Taka, a rogue ninja from a village other than Konoha
you joined Sasuke’s team alongside Karin, since you also were one of the Ninja taking care of his hideouts
Sasuke thought, based on how highly Orochimaru sometimes spoke of you and how much the snake man wanted you to stay in a hideout, you must either be really important or strong
when it was time to escape, you went along with Sasuke, viewing him to be the better option in comparison to Orochimaru
as part of Team Taka, you never really did reveal your abilities as a witch
maybe it was the fear of being used just like Orochimaru used you, or it was something else holding you back
that was all at least until Sasuke decided to storm the Gokage meeting and go after the not-inaugurated Hokage, Danzo
for the self-appointed mission, both you and Karin had come along to help Sasuke enact revenge on the man
once you do arrive at the bridge in the Land of Grass, everything just seems to get out of hand and go wrong
you’re really surprised once this Konoha girl comes along and tries to kill Sasuke and then Sasuke almost kills Karin in return
what you should have expected, but didn’t, was that Danzo would also use you as a tool to get to Sasuke
your last solution to this had been to summon a spirit to protect you, acting as a shield for your safety
while that meant that you were now safe, it also meant that Sasuke just learned something new about you, a revelation
it had also been you who warned him about his old Team from Konoha appearing, his sensei and his old teammate, and Tobi from Akatsuki
even more surprised for him, you could say
so it had been no wonder that once you reached safety, Sasuke questioned you all about your abilities and your identity
and with questioned, I mean it was almost like an interrogation
you had no choice but to tell him, or otherwise, you would no longer be part of Team Taka
it was a no-brainer for you to tell him everything, down to the last detail
lying to him or hiding any details from him would be very stupid of you, so you knew
it isn’t until after the war that Sasuke realizes how he used your abilities for his own success
in his own way and pace, he comes along to apologize to you
in the end, how the reveal affects your relationship is up to you, and your reaction to his apology
Sasuke isn’t selfish, you knew that when you first met him, but during the times of Team Taka he was very revenge focused and oriented
but then again, your abilities as a witch may be powerful, but that does not mean that they are endless and don’t drain you, because they impact you as a person too
so, again, it is up to you how your relationship turns out
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xhoneywheatx · 6 months
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Next post is NSFW Alphabet Scenarios (Naruto). It’s a continuation of my alphabet about Naruto but either short or long scenarios about each letter. For example, A will be a short prompt about him taking care of you after he properly destroyed your pussy 🫠🫠.
The prompt per letter can range from 500 words to over 2k, it the entire post will be pretty lengthy. I might break it up into A-M then N-Z. Let me know if you guys want this for Kakashi, Neji, or Itachi.
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anannua · 8 months
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Congrats on 2k!!! Yay for 2000 people w/ impeccable taste!
Lately I've been thinking a lot about a cowboy au for Kakashi and Tenzo, so if Kakayama cowboys strikes your fancy, then yeehaw! If you aren't feeling the cowboy thing, really any Kakayama AU would be so so lovely. Anything you like would be perfect!
Congrats again! And thanks for making such beautiful art!! So happy to be one of the 2000 💖
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namodawrites · 1 year
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pairing: uchiha obito x gn!reader warnings: heavy topics, mentions of stitches, aftermath of fatal injuries, giving up during battle, hospitals, obito and reader fight genre: hurt/comfort(?), angst wc: 2,260 note: no way i struggled this much for 2k words LMAO... but i hope this is enjoyable either way <3
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Obito carries a gentle waft of fog when he appears before you—soundless, blocking your view of the village and drenching you in shadow.
Obito, dressed in all black—lacking the bulkiness of his jounin flak jacket but painting a broad picture against the sky; Obito, who doesn’t need the faint gleam of the Sharingan to see the most vulnerable, barest parts of yourself; Obito, who looks severe even without the deep shadows cutting across his face—shrouded in darkness and missing the comforting softness of that still-boyish grin. 
Moonlight at his back frames him by a thin, fuzzy line, giving his hair a dusty grey appearance. 
“What do you think you’re doing.” He speaks like an interrogation, face stony. 
“I was enjoying a quiet night by myself,” you rasp, casual despite the weak breathiness of your voice. 
“You should be in bed,” he says, and then corrects himself. “You should be in the hospital. You’ll never recover if you keep avoiding it.” 
“I was in the hospital,” you say. “I’m fine. I don’t need a babysitter. Maybe I’m able to walk thanks to our wonderful medical shinobi, hm?”
“You’re not fine. You were nearly in a coma half a day ago,” he says tersely. His fists are clenched at his sides.
(When he was a boy, Obito had a poor habit of letting his emotions show even more freely than they do now. It’s something he’s never really outgrown, despite Kakashi’s scoldings and Minato’s firm insistence.
As a student in the academy, it was captivating to see. As a jounin, scarred by nightmares and the sting of metal in flesh, you want to reach up and throttle him for it.)
“You sound upset.” It’s a great effort to stretch your legs out, to feign nonchalance with the pull and twinge of fresh stitches. 
“Of course I—” His voice jumps in volume before he catches himself, stricken—the curved pull of his mouth tensing to prevent the full brunt of his worries from unleashing onto you. Unbidden—though perhaps with the influence of the painkillers—you imagine kissing him. “You’re getting just as bad as Kakashi. I don’t care what you think—you have to stay in the hospital until you’re better. Minato-sensei won’t put you back on active duty otherwise.”
There’s not a single relaxed muscle in his body; his shoulders drawn up and stiff. His feet are poised, like he’s prepared to take off. As if you’ll try to run. 
“I don’t need to be in a hospital to recover—all it does is make it easier for people to know I’m not dying,” you say, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. “It’s fine, Obito. I’m alive, aren’t I?” you drawl. “Never felt better.” 
“Then stand,” he snaps, arms crossing. “Stand up and prove that you’re better. Show me.” 
You cast a cursory glance up—pretending to contemplate his demand. 
“Isn’t it a bit late for games, Obito?” you sigh wearily, resisting the urge to rub your sternum, to subconsciously trace the firm roughness of crisscrossing bandages keeping infection away from tender stitches. “Minato-sensei won’t be forgiving if you oversleep just because you were his student.”
“He’ll understand,” Obito says tonelessly. “Now—up.”
Anger sparks beneath your lungs, forms a smouldering coal in the pit of your stomach. 
Fine. He wants to play this game? You’ll do more than stand. 
Too aware of the aching sting of your injury—a reminder of how close you came to dying, the kiss of it sharp in the antiseptic they used to clean the wound—you start drawing yourself up, preparing to prove him wrong. 
Stop watching, you want to snap at him, carrying the brunt of his unwavering stare. But he won’t. He won’t because he knows, knows what the rough fabric of your shirt hides, why you could only make it as far as the Hokage Monument despite using all that effort to drag yourself away from the confines of that awful place. 
(The air outside the hospital is identical to the air inside: suspended in quiescence at this late hour, buzzing in a tangible sensation across your skin. Parting when you move—like dragging your hand through jelly, leaving a distorted, disturbed path behind.)
Your shoes scrape against dirt and pebbles, wobbling momentarily with the movement. But you’re standing, slow to draw your spine up straight, staring back at him triumphantly. 
“There, I did it,” you tell him breathlessly, blood surging in your ears, to your fingertips—the rush of standing racing through you in bodily sensations. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going home. My place is a mess. I haven’t had time to clean it.” 
“Are you kidding?” Obito huffs. “If you think I’m letting you go anywhere but the hospital, you’re crazy.” 
“Good thing I don’t need you to let me go anywhere.” You raise your hands for a teleportation jutsu, unable to hide the agitation in your voice. “Go home, Obito. I don’t need your help.” 
His expression pulls tight, and you’re not fast enough—not nearly fast enough, given your condition—to sidestep as he reaches out to grab your wrists, pulling your hands apart. 
“Idiot, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” His lips purse, and then, when he next speaks, his voice is quiet—meant only for you, as if it were the fault of the rocky earth beneath your feet eavesdropping. “Besides, I know you can’t.” 
“I don’t know what you mean,” you breathe, swallowing irritation in favor of looking put together. 
“Don’t play dumb. I’m a Sensor.”
Ah, shit. You’d forgotten—it would explain how he managed to find you through all that chaos, weak as your chakra would’ve been from the battle. It doesn’t matter if he knows you can hardly muster the chakra for a proper teleportation jutsu, though: you’re alive, you can stand, you can probably even walk albeit a little slower than usual. He has no right to stop you. 
When you don’t respond, merely blinking at him, Obito raises a hand. 
“I’m taking you back.”
You try to twist away, lips curling into a scowl. 
“Don’t try, Obito. I’m fine—I’m here, aren’t I? I’m standing.”
“You almost weren’t. You almost weren’t and I was the one who would’ve had to watch you die,” he argues. “I won’t let you neglect yourself—not like Kakashi.” 
“Maybe you should try mothering him, then,” you suggest, drawing yourself up with a shaky inahle, ignoring the pull of stitches. “You’re not my guardian and you’re not someone who can make me stay in that awful place. I don’t need—”
He’s there before you can finish your next breath, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you into a teleportation jutsu. 
Air and space compresses, churning around you, and then, on your next gasp, you’re within the whited-out walls of your previous hospital room—the bed just as rumpled as it had been when you left. 
Obito doesn’t even falter as your knees give out, hands clutching the front of his shirt. 
“This is why you need to be in the hospital,” he says, unflinching as you gasp for air and shudder against him, despite the hint of desperation in his voice. 
“F-fuck off,” you cough, “I was fine—you don’t have to prove anything to me, Obito.”
“Clearly I do,” he hisses, grabbing you in a strong grip above your elbows. “Really? You’re fine? You think you're fine? You can’t even stand on your own after that jutsu and you think you can just discharge yourself from the hospital without telling anyone? Do you even know how much blood you lost? How badly you were hurt?” 
“Obito,” you bite out, but he squeezes your arms, “stop. I shouldn’t—shouldn’t—”
“Shouldn’t what? Be here? Be alive?” Obito spits. His voice is tight. “I know you. I saw you. You went down and didn’t stand up. Even though you could have. You could have.” 
“Stop,” you wheeze.
“If you try to leave, I’ll stop you,” he threatens. “I won’t let you get away so easily. Not until you’re better. Until you can prove to me that you’re fine.” 
“Fuck you,” you hiss, dragging your chin up to meet his gaze. “I’ll prove it now. I’ll go home. You can’t keep me here.”
“I can,” he says, matter-of-fact. Truthful. “Even if it means I have to stand over you and watch every second until you recover. Even if you'll end up hating me after. I can. And I will.” 
“What do you want from me, Obito?” you demand, volume climbing. “Do you want me to apologize for staying down? To admit that I need help?”
“Yes,” he insists, voice climbing to match you, aching in your eardrums. “Yes, because I would have. I would have helped you—I would have saved you! But you gave up! You just—stopped moving!”
“I know what I did!” you shout, tearing one arm out of his grasp but unwilling to risk falling by trying to reclaim the other. He wouldn’t let you, anyways. “I know you care, Obito, because I’m a comrade and you have a self-fulfilling wish to save everyone, but not all of us want that! Not all of us are you!” 
“You’re saying I should have left you to die?” he demands, furious. Drags you against him with that trembling hand still around your opposite arm. Your fingers curl into his shirt. You want to shove him away. 
“I’m saying you shouldn’t always try! You can’t save everyone! You shouldn’t have dragged me here because I’d rather be dead than spend a second longer in this awful place!” you heave out. 
The poisonous surge of anger is satisfying, addicting in a way—ripping apart the film of self-control. But regret immediately takes its place when you see Obito’s face in the aftermath—stricken, hurt. 
An apology tries to claw out of your throat. He looks frozen, as if you were the one to stick the tanto in your own chest, expression frozen. You tear your gaze away, unable to look at his face a second longer. He’s still letting you cling to him, a familiar, comfortable warmth—but you want to tear yourself away, to be far, far away from this awful place.
The silence that descends is deafening.
The hospital is too damn quiet. To fucking sterilized: you could hear yourself blink if it weren't for the obnoxious rabbiting of your heart, threatening to breach your throat and mouth. You can hear the damn blood throbbing in your own ears, can nearly hear Obito's blood too, as the two of you stare at each other.
Your fingers pull on his shirt, pleading, breaking the moment. Leaning your forehead against him, you speak around trembling words. “Obito, please. Anywhere but here. Please.” 
For how still and quiet he is, Obito’s heart sounds like thunder against his ribs, the heavy pulse of it creating a singular point of focus. It beats and beats and beats, and yours does, too. 
“You’re right,” he says, quiet and small, but audible in the thick silence of the room. “I was too late for a lot of things. I couldn’t save Kakashi’s eye. I couldn’t stop Rin from getting kidnapped”—his hand comes up to touch your spine, centimeters from where the blade had pierced you—“I couldn’t stop that shinobi from hurting you. But I wanted to. I wanted to do all those things. Just like how I want to protect you now.” He takes a breath. “And even if I have to stand at your bed and force you to rest, even if I have to take care of both of us so you can get better—I’ll do it. I’d do it over and over. As many times as it takes.” 
When his words die down and the quiet takes over again, you cannot help but notice your hearts are beating in synch, following the same rhythm, from one ribcage to another, from his body to yours—yours to his. 
Dry air makes your eyes mist. Or maybe that’s because the way he’s touching you—feather-light, like you’ll come apart like a loose thread, like you’ll disappear and disperse like smoke if he’s too rough—makes a quiet, wounded part of you keen and cry and detangle itself. Words are jammed in your throat, choking you. 
“Do you really hate it here that much?” he asks, glances around the room. 
“Yes. More than ‘Kashi.” Your voice wobbles, but Obito doesn’t comment. He takes a deep, quiet breath. 
“Okay,” he says finally. “Okay. I’ll take you home, but you have to promise me—promise you’ll do whatever Rin needs you to do to get better. Please.” 
“Obito—”
“Promise,” he insists, desperate and raw. 
“…okay,” you agree finally. “Okay. I will.” 
For the first time that night, Obito’s expression softens. It doesn’t quite sink the same way it would when he’s relieved, but you can see it when he looks over your face. The shadows are not as severe here, even in direct moonlight.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “I’ll take responsibility for everything, so—just focus on getting better. However you can.” 
“Okay,” you say again. An hour ago the word would’ve tasted like ash. But when you lean your head against his chest and he lets you, when you listen to the rhythmic pounding of his heart, the tension pours out of you, left behind in a puddle when he raises his hand to teleport the two of you out of that room for the last time. 
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wing-ed-thing · 1 year
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Guilty Conscience (Kakashi x Reader) Part IV
Synopsis: You tried to walk away, you really did, but the guilt gnawed at your chest until you found yourself walking back. No, you couldn’t live with yourself if you just left him there.
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V
Word Count: 2k
Tags/Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Injury, Description of Injury, Gender Neutral Reader, Theif!Reader, Fake Medicine, Minor Original Characters
Notes: So this is just “one half of the chapter” which means I wrote it all and completely messed up the timeline! So I guess I have the second half of chapter five already done hahahahahahhahahaa...
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“Sit up.”
Kakashi hadn’t even realized that he had dozed off until your blurry face came into view. The setting sun illuminated the back of your head like a halo, tinted green by the surrounding leaves. The light breaching through the vines glowed a rich golden color as the setting sun cast directly into Kakashi’s eyes. It would be dark any moment.
He squinted, a dirty hand coming to cup his eyes as he struggled to scoot back against the nest of foliage he had settled into. Kakashi’s other hand hovered gingerly over his wound. You helped him, placing down whatever was in your hands as you studied him.
You didn’t know what Soetsu did, but Kakashi already looked better. The bags under his eyes were still prominent and he wouldn’t be doing any crazy shinobi tricks anytime soon, but seeing him even just an hour after his treatment gave you better hope that you would make it to the river in time to catch your boat.
You sat next to Kakashi with your legs crossed and placed the bowl you had put down in your lap. You dipped in the spoon, dragging the back of it against the side of your makeshift bowl before offering it to him. Kakashi’s one eye stared at you as your spoon hovered around where you assumed his mouth was. 
“Don’t you ever take that thing off?” you frowned, but remained postured as you were. Kakashi shook his head.
“The face coverings I have at home are nicer.” You lowered your arm, resting it on your knee. He didn’t answer your question.
“How do you eat?” Your brows furrowed.
“I have a mouth.” At that point, you returned the spoon to the bowl. You rested the neck on the lip, not completely resigning your effort. Kakashi gave you a once over. “I don’t make it a habit to have company when I do.” You rolled your eyes.
“Are all shinobi this difficult?” you asked with a shallow huff. 
Kakashi said nothing, although you thought you heard a snicker from behind the ragged cloth that covered the lower part of his face. Instead, he wrapped his fingers gently around where your palm met your wrist. You seemed to freeze, as he guided the spoon back to his face. The thin metal stopped where it did before.
Kakashi’s one visible eye locked with yours for the briefest second.
You could see just the bottom of his chin as he lifted the cloth just high enough for him to guide the spoon into his mouth. He had a bit of stubble the same color as his dirty, silver hair. Kakashi let the cloth cover his pale skin once again as his lips contorted. He shifted again, the effort of guiding your hand causing his tender muscles to ache.
“You don’t like it, do you?” 
Kakashi studied your face, mouth still puckered as whatever he just put into his mouth washed down his throat. 
“No, that’s not it.” He smiled nervously, not quite knowing what to tell you. “It, uh, it, uh tastes a little—”
“Green?” You sucked on the inside of your cheek, sheepishness creeping onto your face. “It tastes like the color green, doesn’t it?”
‘That’s…” Kakashi trailed off, pondering over the taste in his mouth and the word you had assigned it. “I never knew that something could taste green.” The sheepishness on your cheeks warped your mouth into a goofy, contagious smile. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. And as soon as his exterior fully broke, yours did too. 
You sat together for just a few moments, gentle laughter filling the grove where you hid. Kakashi let out an exasperated groan, the tension in his core muscles drawing a dull pain from his healing wound. Even as the laughter died down, it left a subtle smile on your lips. Kakashi couldn’t recall seeing you smile before. It was nice, he decided.
“I had this whenever I got sick. Well, you’re not sick… same principle.” You dipped the spoon back into the bowl. You offered Kakashi the handle as you held the green liquid closer to him. “It’s all fresh herbs from the forest. It’ll give you some energy.” 
He refused the spoon. Rather, he took the bowl in both hands and held it to his lips under the cloth. You looked off to the side, still gripping the stem of the used spoon between your knuckles. Kakashi studied the green mass as he sipped. He muttered something about resourcefulness into the rim of the bowl. His arms trembled subtly with effort.
“It was taught to me.” You nodded to yourself, staring deeper off into the distance.
A moment passed by.
“Are you alright?” Kakashi’s softly concerned question cut through your reminiscing. Your eyes darted immediately to his. And as you locked gazes, you couldn’t help but feel as if something was different. 
Perhaps it was the lighting or the acute shock of being snapped from your thoughts. Kakashi had an aura about him that seemed familiar. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
“Yeah,” you said, the both of you starting to see each other for the first time as people.
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You laid in the darkness of the grove, unable to fall asleep. Your hands held each other at the center of your chest, your heart beating steadily beneath them. In the dimness, you took a deep breath as you settled deeper into the bed of foliage behind your neck. You tried to close your eyes again.
Despite the looming feeling of dread in your chest, you felt oddly calm. Sure, there were many things to worry about, but you were sure you had done worse in your lifetime. Worse than smuggling a shinobi into the forest’s one and only secret and safe haven… Convincing yourself of that one would be a gradual effort.
The side of your hand ran over a patch of your clothing. You could feel the slightest variation in texture. You pressed down on the tough fabric, having forgotten what you placed inside your breast pocket.
The photograph.
In between your reminiscing, you became painfully aware that you were nursing a shinobi— a predator. A predator who was raising other, young hunters. 
You reached into your pocket, and sure enough, it was still there. The glossy paper felt oddly warm from your body heat. You stretched, carefully tugging it from the fold in your clothes. You brought it up to your face to study it the best you could in the dimness. The amorphous figures of the Kakashi and the three children were detectable in the near pitch black. If you hadn’t seen the image earlier, you probably couldn’t have even made out the outline of people in the first place. The image had developed a prominent crease across the center. 
You sighed again.
“Is something wrong?”
You raised your head, a useless action considering the dark that filled the grove. Kakashi’s voice came somewhere to your left, somewhere among the raised tree roots. You lowered your head back down onto the moss, the weight of it heavy with stress and uncertainty. You played with the photograph, pushing the material against your fingernail, but not hard enough to tear. 
“Nothing’s wrong,” you answered, almost as if Kakashi had levied an accusation against you. Your tone lacked bite. Your chattering thoughts left gaps between your words. The questions you found so hard to articulate balled up in your mouth, a physical discomfort locking your jaw. Even despite your unconvincing tone, you didn’t expect Kakashi to pry. And he didn’t. 
The silence sat between the two of you: tense and palpable. It hung in the air almost as thick as the humidity in the cold air, but under the protection of the grove, you might be able to rest before you began your journey down to the river. 
The river itself wouldn’t be too far of a walk. You could probably see it from where you were now if you went high enough into the trees. But then came catching the boat that Soetsu mentioned, and not only that, but also negotiating your way on with a shinobi from Konohagakure. And if you managed to convince the crew to let you on, managing your way into the Settlement was a completely different matter. Kakashi’s injuries aside, Soetsu was completely right; you’d be lucky if you weren’t killed on the spot.
It couldn’t have been worth it.
“So, you said that The Settlement was this, uh, main hub for the forest.” Kakashi’s voice sliced through your thoughts. Immediately, you wondered if he could hear your thoughts. Ninja magic and all of that. But you quickly brushed the thought off as ridiculous. After all, it wasn’t difficult to guess what occupied your mind. “I’ve never heard of it before.”
“If you shinobi knew about it, it wouldn’t exist.” It came out of your mouth before you could even think. 
You wondered if the money was worth potentially screwing over everyone else in the forest by revealing the forest’s most widely treasured secret to a shinobi. But more than anything, you wondered what kind of person that made you. You heard him shift in the darkness, almost seeming to prop himself up by an inch— if an action like that could have such a distinctive noise in the first place. 
“Why do you hate shinobi so much?”
Another few seconds of silence suspended itself in the cool humidity. You could almost hear him hum. His hesitancy to push the unspoken boundary was masked by the natural smoothness of his voice. Kakashi had his theories.
You took a moment to answer.
It was an honest question.
“You need to purchase services from Konohagakure…” You trailed off. “But with what goes on in these woods I don’t think hiring a shinobi would solve anything to begin with.” Kakashi waited a few moments to ensure that you were finished speaking. 
“You’re putting a lot on the line, huh?” You couldn’t tell if his tone was genuinely considerate. “Sneaking a shinobi into this place… all for the money?”
You didn’t answer. It was a stupid question. Injured as he was, he would be smart not to put such thoughts into your head.
But in the bout of silence, you once again became aware of the photograph in your hand and became overwhelmed with the urge to do away with it. You pressed your thumb and your index finger together, squishing the corner. The children bore the same Leaf Village symbol that Kakashi did. A frown turned the sides of your lips downward.
“You have three kids, right?” You didn’t even let him answer. “It’s sweet that a rough looking guy like you carries around their picture. I saved it for you when Soetsu had me get rid of your vest.” You wet your lips with your tongue. The temperature of the air suddenly dropped. “I’m sure those ninja kids won’t want for nothing… if they even get to grow up…” You muttered the last of your words under your breath. 
You expected him to fight you on what you said, but he didn’t.
Part of him wanted to know what led thoughts about his team to pop into your mind. The other part ruminated as to how he could best get more information out of you. He couldn’t say that he knew too much about the forest community: other than the thievery and danger that occasionally came up on the job. Kakashi had his own moments of questioning the grander system himself, but his honed intuition told him that something greater lurked behind your words and to tread carefully. He had already pushed his luck enough.
“Thank you.” Another bout of silence rang in your ears. You instinctually looked in the direction of his voice, but even with your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could barely make out his form. “For keeping that for me.”
Kakashi’s questions about the tributes, the forest, and The Settlement were swiftly allocated to the back of his mind. He could find out in due time, but for now, it was best to keep his only hope out of the forest placated.
Quiet overtook the night for the last time that night, not to be broken until the morning.
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Notes: I’ve only gotten weird, unprompted critical comments on two fics ever in this hobby (which I think is a decent track record), but this was one of them. I spent so long on this because someone said something on like Chapter 2 so I’ve been pouring over it editing it to death. I wish I could let those sorts of things roll off easier, but hey, it’s something to work on in the new year.
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chapter 1: A Day in the Life
Story Masterlist
pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader
warnings: SFW (NSFW in later chapters)
wc: 2k
synopsis: Kakashi Hatake, newly appointed Hokage, is struggling with transitioning from active duty to being sat behind a desk. Sure, he might not be placing his life on the line every day but perhaps now is the time he puts something else out there instead, his heart.
Meanwhile, things aren’t quite adding up. There is a discrepancy in the records that cannot be explained, and it falls to you to investigate. Never did you expect it would lead you to the door of the Hokage’s office, a man you had admired from a safe distance until now. What happens next leads you into a closely guarded secret that will change the rest of your life.
In a story where the past might be harder to let go of than usual, can two strangers find a semblance of happiness and peace?
beta reader: a huge thanks to @niatheangel for agreeing to be my beta reader and for holding my hand as I've never had one before!!
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“Lord Sixth, are you listening?”
Kakashi was vaguely aware of words being spoken and for a long moment, he wondered who they were addressing. He stared into the depths of the grand desk he was sitting behind, the polished surface reflecting a face that looked downright bored silly. Steel grey eyes unfocused and heavy from drowsiness blinked slowly, his cheek pressed flush against his open palm and again a voice spoke from somewhere in the distance.
“Lord S–”
“Kakashi! Snap out of it.” Shikamaru drawled in exasperation, his voice louder than usual and Kakashi finally raised his head with a faint hum of acknowledgement.
It had been almost a month since he had been officially declared as Hokage, and the time had crawled by at a maddeningly slow pace. Every day felt the same, the monotony like a poison in his veins that made him sluggish and that only served to irk him more. 
His days were a far cry from those of the past, it felt like the longest time since he had awoken in his house on so many consecutive mornings as was the case right now. There were no dangers to the world to be dealt with, no sinister plots to unravel and no need for him to put his life on the line at every turn. 
Boring.
So very dull but instead of sliding into despair, Kakashi had clung to the things he could control. The aspects of his life that had become routine since those first days when he had become sensei to what had once been Team 7. 
Back then could he have ever known what lay in wait for them all? 
It was something he often thought of, that small nagging doubt that perhaps there was something he could have done or said differently to prevent all that had come to transpire, but he knew all too well that it was a fruitless endeavour. The wheels had long been in motion before anyone could have known, and there was no point in continuing to wonder – what if? He had lived with guilt for longer than a person should have to, and there was still a sense of it clinging to him. Claws sunk deep into his psyche, yet he was healing, slowly. 
To maintain his sanity, Kakashi continued to cook a healthy breakfast each morning, prepared a homemade lunch to take to the office and worked out until he was drenched from head to foot in sweat. 
Only once he felt like every muscle in his body was screaming in searing protest, did he bathe. Washing away the grime and sweat that clung to his torso, calloused fingers glided over the rough edges of the scars that littered his frame. A map of his past, each one an event in his history that made him the man he was today.
He tried to ignore them as best he could. Some were decades old, the scar running down his left eye, an example of that but the one that was emblazoned across his chest… was one he tried to avoid looking at closely or for long. It was still too fresh. The wound was still raw in his mind though it was as healed as it would ever be on his body.
Aesthetic reasoning had nothing to do with it, secure in his own skin and not concerned with his battle wounds making him any less attractive. Some might say it was big-headed of him to think in this manner, but it wasn’t as if he chose how he appeared, and actually, he hid most of it behind his mask, shunning the attention. No, what held him back from lingering on his scars was more the emotional turmoil they evoked, the memories of receiving each and every one branded onto his soul.
How could he ever think to look in a mirror and not see a young Obito, to remember the agony of losing his eye and the gift that had been bestowed upon him? The grizzly, heart-wrenching sight of his squad mate half crushed under rocks. 
The lingering phantom pain of possessing the Sharingan still woke him in the dead of night at times, and he experienced his fair share of headaches brought on by the stress of enduring an attribute that he had no claim to own.
Stark reminders of his past aside, it was important to continue in a manner that brought him a sense of control over his life. It almost seemed as if since becoming Hokage, Kakashi had far less control over anything, having to attend to whatever was deemed the latest emergency rather than choosing his own focus. For the person considered to be in the highest position of power, it was rather surprising to feel as jerked around as he did.
“Were you talking to me?” he asked, looking to Shikamaru and Shizune in turn. 
Shizune scowled, “You are Lord Sixth, aren’t you?”
Shikamaru shook his head, flopping down into the chair opposite Kakashi at the same moment that he drew a palm down his face. “Drop the Lord, you know I don’t care for the formalities.”
“Anyway…” the Nara interjected before Shizune could bite back, “did you hear anything that we’ve been saying? At least tell me that you realise how important this visit could be?”
Oh, he really was in trouble. 
Kakashi wracked his brain to find any clues as to what he might have missed, not wanting to admit to having spaced out entirely. It had been a long day of reading reports and signing so many documents that his wrist cramped at the mere thought of holding a pen.
Thinking back to a conversation prior to lunch, Kakashi vaguely recalled something about an upcoming visit, a Kage for sure, but which one? 
It was difficult to maintain his train of thought, his mind slipping back to the leisurely stroll he had found himself taking within the Hokage tower not long after the conversation he was trying to recall. There was far more to the building than he had ever noted, accustomed to reporting directly to the Hokage’s office and nothing more, but there were so many people in here that he found it quite curious to watch them at work.
Perhaps it was rather narrow-minded of him to not contemplate all of the manpower that went into keeping Konoha running as smoothly as it did, but his ways were changing with each passing day. On today especially, Kakashi had found himself drawn by a voice, one that seemed familiar but he couldn’t place why. It was faint, a whisper on the wind and it called him forward like a siren song.
His feet moved without thought, entering a workspace that compromised a somewhat open-plan office with larger sectioned cubicles in all four corners, nothing special. A series of heads turned in his direction, most looking confused and awestruck at his presence and he could hardly blame them for the confusion. Lifting his hand in a silent greeting, his eyes closed in that signature smile that he was known for, hoping it would settle any nervous feelings.
Kakashi surveyed the office, wondering exactly what, or more accurately, who had inspired him to venture inside. No one stood out, not that he could see, and he was about to turn on his heel when a flash of movement caught his eye. Laughter, light and melodic, followed the swish of long hair as it rounded a corner of the door on the opposite side of the office, and was quickly out of sight.
It was her.
The owner of the voice he had heard all those nights ago. The person who had hummed a tune so beautifully that he had stopped in his tracks out of sight to listen more, enamoured enough by the gentle lilt and the comfort it had elicited. A sensation he was far from accustomed to, and one that sent a ripple of fear down his spine.
Did he dare to follow? To get a better glimpse of her? 
The answer was no, his courage failing him in the question of what exactly would he even say. “Hi there, just your friendly Hokage popping in to find out how things are going in…” His internal monologue stalled as he searched for a clue as to what department he was loitering in. Scanning the nearest bank of desks he found several nameplates, disregarding the names to focus on the department listed beneath - records.
Kakashi left before the temptation grew too potent; his fingers already itched and he curled them into fists to subside the restless feeling. Returning to his office with a quiet sigh, he conceded that this would not be the last time he would take that particular route. Hoping that if he made it a habit to pass by that specific office, he might catch sight of the girl in question. 
It should bother him how excited he was at the prospect, a flare of uncertainty mingling with his enthusiasm. When was the last time he had considered pursuing any woman outside of meaningless flings? Had he ever…? 
If he were to be bound to this building and the mundane monotony of his new role, he would consider it finally time to lay something just as valuable as his life on the line, his heart.
Shaking away the thoughts that were most certainly irrelevant right now, Kakashi cleared his throat and took a stab in the dark. “Of course, it’ll be the first time that the Kazekage visits Konoha since I took office. Gaara and Sunagakure are our closest allies so it makes sense that he be the first invited.”
“Pulled that straight from your ass, didn’t you?” Shikamaru smirked knowingly, shaking his head whilst Shizune stared through narrowed eyes. Her mouth opened and closed, repeating the pattern several times over and it amused him to no end.
“Think what you like Shikamaru, in the end, I’m right, aren’t I?”
His advisor grunted in response. “We’ve got a decent amount of time before it is scheduled, I suggest that you use the time to get whatever is on your mind, resolved.”
Shizune turned with a frown and Kakashi reeled from the accurate assessment levelled at him. Heat crept up the sides of his neck, tactfully concealed by his mask and he studied the Nara with a sense of pride and wariness. Was he so obvious to read or was Shikamaru simply displaying an act of his well-known genius?
“Well… if that’s all. I think we are done here,” Kakashi mumbled, wiping a hand across the back of his prickling neck.
Left to his own devices once more, he strode for the window and looked out at the streets of Konoha. What exactly was he considering here? Pursuing a girl he hadn’t even fully seen, all he knew was that she had long hair and the voice of an angel. 
It was a foolish venture, surely. 
Yet there was a persistent voice in the back of his head that told him that it would be worth it to let his guard down and take the chance. Was he really going to let a niggling voice guide his actions? It seemed so, for after all, what did he have to lose from this venture?
“Well, at least it’ll be more exciting than anything else I’ve got going on right now,” he mused, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Perhaps if he thought of it as a mission of sorts, it would be more agreeable and even as the idea tumbled through his mind, Kakashi rolled his eyes in exasperation but couldn’t deny the excitement that flitted in his veins.
A new challenge, that was exactly what he needed.
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