#kakashi x reader angst

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[Daddies in December] Hatake Kakashi

Happy New Year! I hope you had a fantastic holiday. I know it's technically January now but I have a few drafts still and I think I can FINALLY get them out. This is long, I just couldn't stop.

Warning: Angst, reconnection, and smut

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“I hope you all have a wonderful holiday, thank you for taking my class. If you’re in my next class, see you next year.” Kakashi ended his last class for the semester, dismissing his students.

One by one, each of them thanked and complimented him on his class, giving him great feedback.

At last, the door to his class closed and he took a deep breath.

Reaching for his phone in his pocket, he has a few unread messages but none from Y/n.

Ever since she dropped the bomb on him about her pregnancy exactly a week ago, neither has spoken to the other.

Kakashi didn’t exactly take the news well, blurting something he shouldn’t have said and every time he thought about it, he wanted to beat himself up.

“It’s not mine.” It wasn’t a question but a statement. It couldn’t be Kakashi. One, he always wore a condom. Two, he was nearly forty-three and his doctor told him he had low sperm count!

He was not blind to the pain written on her face.

Their last encounter did not end very well.

He used this week as an excuse to get through the semester for his students; now, he must face the consequences.

Day and night, 24/7, Y/n was all he could think about.

He’ll admit that he let his anger get the best of him. He let his past trauma control and dictate his actions towards Y/n, who didn’t deserve any of it.

Kakashi could come up with a million excuses and reasons how it cannot be his child, for one, after his injury during a mission, he was told having any children was no longer an option.

But he couldn’t excuse the fact that she was a virgin when he bedded her and Y/n wasn’t one to have multiple men even if they were officially in a relationship. Their fling was exclusive for the most part. Even if Kakashi had used condoms every time they had sex and had been told he couldn’t have children… there was always a possibility…

He groaned, suddenly remembering a time when they had both just come. Still in a daze of euphoria, he slipped off the filled condom. Only with Y/n, does he ever ejaculate so much. His cock was still erect, oozing with leftover cum.

Kakashi’s eyes glaze over her wet pussy that coated with her wetness.

He had only had raw sex once in his entire life when he was still young and that was the first and the last time he had done so…

But he was so tempted just to be swallowed by Y/n’s hot and tight pussy.

“Just once,” he murmured before slipping his cock, raw, inside of her. Y/n gasped at the same time he groaned, feeling the same bliss of skin on skin. “Just want to be cock-warmed by your pussy…”

Even if he had just allowed her pussy to wrap around his raw cock for a few minutes, that could have resulted in this unplanned pregnancy.

Y/n had no reason to lie to him, she wasn’t one to manipulate and trap him with a child.

He’d known her since she was twelve, he was best friends with her brother who was in the same military unit as him. Who died saving him.  

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Y/n knew she should have just left the fallen pen on the ground but her determined self wanted to be independent and pick it up.

Now, she was stuck in a crouching position, able to stand back up after successfully grabbing the pen.

Being almost eight months pregnant with twins, with only a solid four weeks left, she was large. Very large.

She gripped the edge of the table, taking deep breaths to build up the strength to stand without peeing in her underwear.

She needed help.

Her assistant Viv was out running a delivery and wouldn’t return for another ten minutes at the earliest. 

“Are you okay?”

Y/n’s head snapped up, eyes meeting the father of her unborn babies. When had he entered her shop? How did she miss the bell ringing at the door? She blinked before looking away embarrassed.

“Why are you down there?” He looked over, frowning.

Taking a deep breath and setting her pride aside, “Kakashi,” she called his name sharply.

“Yes?”

She looked up at him sternly, “I need your help.”

His eyes widen in a flash of panic. “What’s wrong?”

Placing both her hands on the table, she reached out to him, “I can’t get back up, help me.”

Quickly walking around the table, he looked at her, seeing she was crouching down, “are you hurt?”

Y/n shook her head, “no, I just – I just can’t get back up, my belly is too big. Just support me and help me stand.”

Going behind her, Kakashi took her outreached hand and wrapped the other gently below her bulging belly, “slowly…” he cooed lifting her until she could straighten up. As soon as she was back on her feet again she tugged her hand away, walking away from him.

She cleared her throat, wiping her hand on her overalls. “Thank you. What are you doing here?”

Kakashi’s eyes fell on her belly, the last time he saw her was two months ago. “I…” he inhales, “I want to talk.” He noticed her body switching to defense mode, and he took a careful step towards her. “Just talk, that’s all.”

“I’m not sure there is anything to discuss, nothing needs further clarification.” Her tone struggled to stay in control. “You made it clear where you stand.”

Kakashi expected her hostile attitude and gave her a small smile, “you don’t owe me any of your time but I ask kindly, please, can we talk about the baby?”

“No.”

He exhaled softly, she was going to make this difficult for him. “Okay,” he continued to smile at her, “I’ll come back tomorrow and try again.”

She glared at him, and he knew it was meant to make him fear her, but he found her adorable. “My answer will still be no.”

“Then I’ll come back the next day.”

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The next day, Kakashi returned, with a basket of fruits. The fruits Y/n likes.

“Can we talk?”

“No.”

“Okay, I’ll come back tomorrow.”

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Every day Kakashi returned with a gift and would leave with a sigh and his usual phrase as soon as Y/n turned him down, “okay, I’ll come back tomorrow.”

He stopped at the door and turned around, “please at least tell me what you would like for me to bring tomorrow. I’m running out of ideas.”

Before Y/n could tell him anything, Viv answered on her behalf, “Takoyaki please!”

Y/n turned her head, giving her a silent serious look.

“Takoyaki tomorrow then,” he waved before leaving.

“Seriously?” Viv groaned, “the man is doing all that to just talk to you. Can you imagine what he would do when you give in?”

Instead of answering her, Y/n turned her heels and headed to the cooler. Viv followed behind her, carrying the bag of chips and snacks. “I have seriously gained weight from all the gifts he has brought in.”

“Then stop eating it,” Y/n answered rather sharply.

“Well, you won’t eat it, so someone has to?”

Y/n ignored her, grabbing a few bundles of bouquets before heading back to the front of the shop.

“How do you guys know each other?”

Sighing, Y/n answered, “I’ve known him since I was twelve, my brother met him in school and since then he’s been pretty much part of the family.” She grabbed a white rose, one of her favorites. “They both enlisted into the military together and were deployed together.” Her breath hitched, “but Kakashi was the only one who returned home alive.”

Viv leaned over to hug her. She knew about her brother’s death and how it had affected her.

Y/n has barely spoken about Kakashi but it did not take much for Viv to put two and two together to confirm, she asked, “he’s the father of your babies?”

It was a long pause before Y/n answered quietly, “yes.”

“It seems like to me, he wants to be part of your life?”

For a second, Y/n zoned out. “He didn’t want us at first.”

“Key word, at first.” Viv clarified, leaning onto the table. “Not trying to create excuses for him but just stating that people can change overnight. He didn’t want you guys at first but what if he wants you guys now?” She stares silently at Y/n before walking away, “people can change and it could start with their actions.”

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When Kakashi arrives the next day with two orders of Takoyakis, he glances around the shop looking for Y/n.

Viv greets him and answers his silent question, “she’s resting in the office, she kind of had a rough morning.”

“Ah,” Kakashi nodded, passing the bag of Takoyakis to her. “Maybe this might lighten her mood?”

Viv motioned for him to go on ahead to the back room, “it’s the first door to the left.”

Kakashi gently knocked on the door slightly closed door before slowly opening it. He catches sight of Y/n, her back facing towards him. “Hey…” He froze, hearing a sharp gasp.

Y/n moans, a hand clutching her belly.

A loud pop echoes the room followed by the sound of gushing fluid.

“Ah!”

Kakashi reaches Y/n before she can stumble forward. His eyes widen when he sees the floor wet. “Is that…”

“My water… my water just broke…” She gasps, her hand grips tightly around Kakashi’s arms as her contractions begin.

“What’s going on!” Viv burst through the door and gulped, “are the twins coming?”

“Twins?” Kakashi shouted, he looked at Y/n with wide eyes, “you’re expecting twins?”

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Kakashi has been watching the chests of the two tiny humans rise and fall in one incubator. He had only discovered a few hours ago that all this time, Y/n was carrying twins.

He is now the father of not one, but two babies. A boy and a girl.

They were early by three weeks, his son is slightly smaller than his sister and has been crying from the separation of his sister after the cesarian surgery that the nurse has kept them together.

Y/n was recovering, and sleeping with the help of some medications and he left her alone to go visit the nursery.

The door to the nursery opened and the nurse peeked her head out, “would you like to come hold them?”

Dressed in a gown, Kakashi’s hands trembled as he neared his babies. They were so small.

“Would you like to hold one at a time or both of them?”

“Both,” Kakashi answered in a heartbeat.

He took a seat in the glider and the nurse carefully handled one baby at a time, setting one in each arm. He can feel his throat tightening at the immense emotions swelling within him.

Their hats were removed and after a wash and dry, Kakashi could see their physical traits.

Though it was faint, their hair was visibly silver just like their father's with Y/n’s eye color.

During the surgery, Kakashi kept his gaze and attention on Y/n, he had never felt so useless, unable to take away any of the pain she was feeling.

As soon as the surgery room echoed with the first cry, a tear slid from the corner of Y/n’s eyes. Kakashi reached to wipe it away, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

A second cry echoes the room along with the first baby and together, Kakashi and Y/n sighed in relief.

“Here are your babies!” the nurse carried them over, bringing them close.

Kakashi has never been a sentimental one but before he knew it, his cheeks were wet. Amidst the bustling room, his focus narrowed to the sight of the two infants’ cheeks nestled against the individual who had been nurturing them for the past few months.

He recalled reaching for his phone and capturing an image to cherish the moment.

Once they settled into a private room, the babies were brought back where Y/n got to hold the both of them for the first time. The nurse spent the next hour informing Y/n and Kakashi on how to care for the babies.

“Do you want to try and nurse them?” the nurse asked.

Y/n nodded, her gaze fixed on the two babies in her arms with affectionate eyes.

Kakashi was on the verge of exiting the room to give them some privacy when Y/n remarked, “it’s all right; you can stay.”

He stayed seated at the end of the bed, watching as the nurse helped Y/n untie her gown. He felt his cheeks flush when her breasts were exposed. Kakashi couldn’t help but notice how full and engorged they looked.

“Hey daddy, why don’t you come closer, you could learn a thing or two.” The nurse urges, waving him over.

Kakashi walked around the bed and sat beside Y/n. He tried to keep his heart rate down as he watched his son immediately suckle cutely the moment he tasted the liquid gold. He chuckles, his finger rubbing his chubby cheek.

His daughter remained snoozing. Kakashi reached to nudge her cheek gently, “hey you.” The tiny baby stirred and yawned adorably before whimpering.

Y/n giggled and brought her over to her other breast, urging and cooing the baby to suckle.

As soon as their feeding was over, Y/n was ordered to rest and the babies were brought back to the nursery. Not wanting to disturb Y/n, Kakashi made his way down to the nursery.

Cradling both infants in his arms felt surreal; he had only recently come to terms with the idea of expecting one baby, and now there were two. During the months when he and Y/n were apart, he discreetly acquired various items. However, he hadn’t presented them to Y/n, uncertain of her willingness to accept them.

An unsettling sense persisted with him, urging him to engage in a conversation with Y/n.

Kakashi truly wants to make it work between him and Y/n, not just for the sake of his babies now but because he really cares for her.

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Y/n hadn’t voiced it yet, but she was thankful for Kakashi’s presence. Even if they are only working together for the sake of their babies.

She thought she would have to go through this all alone, and though she spent most of her pregnancy alone, she didn’t know what happened for Kakashi to change his mind at the last minute.

Whatever the reason was, she wasn’t going to question it because as much as she did not want to admit it, she needed Kakashi.

When she discovered she was expecting twins, she panicked. She had seen a single mother raise one kid and it already made her nervous but just her luck, she was going to be a single mother and raising two.

Y/n didn’t take the initiative to inform Kakashi about expecting twins, especially considering his initial reluctance towards taking responsibility. When the twins were finally born, she anticipated him making a hasty exit.

Upon waking from each hospital nap, her first thought was a concern about being alone in the room, wondering if he had discreetly left with no intention of returning.

It was as though he could sense it; Kakashi would enter her room and greet her with a smile as she awoke. Every time, he would inquire, “do you want to see the babies?”

He stayed with her for the four days of recovery and insisted on taking them home when they were finally released from the hospital.

Y/n was in no position to decline his offer, accepting it with a soft, “yes, please.” The car ride of them four was quiet. The babies slept through, tucked cozily in their car seats.

She didn’t want to assume or expect, she would take whatever Kakashi had to offer.

“Thank you for the ride,” she said quietly as soon as he parked in front of her apartment. She unbuckled her seat belt and froze when he turned off the engine to his car, unbuckling his seat belt as well. “you’re coming… inside?”

“Of course,” he said with a matter-of-fact tone, “you’re not supposed to be carrying anything more than a few pounds, remember?”

Kakashi carried both babies into the apartment, setting them down on the couch before returning to his car to gather the rest of the other items.

While it was just the three of them, Y/n cooed at her two sleeping babies. “Welcome home.”

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“Kakashi,” Y/n called his name quietly, he turned his head, looking away from his daughter that’s nestled in the crook of his arm. “I appreciate you being here with us.” She inhaled softly, “but you are not obligated in any way to be here.”

It has been three days, three days of Kakashi giving them his undivided attention. He had told her that he would stay a few nights, only leaving home to shower and grab some items before returning.

Due to her cesarean surgery, she had restricted movements, with swift sitting and standing being prohibited. All remaining activities were geared towards minimizing the risk of reopening her wound.

She wouldn’t have been able to relax and stay off her feet if it wasn’t for the help of Kakashi. He had made their meals, handled the babies, and assisted Y/n with tending to her after-birth wound.

“I don’t want…” her voice croaked, “I don’t want you to feel obligated to be here, because you and I both know – “

“I want to be here. I want to be here because I am choosing to be here, not because I’m obligated,” Kakashi clarified softly. He adjusts his daughter in his arms, “I know there is nothing I can do to take back how I had initially reacted to the pregnancy. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. The only thing I can offer you now are my actions, maybe my words.” He scoots closer until he is sitting beside Y/n who is nursing their son. “I want to be with you and the babies. Through it all. I’m not going anywhere and if I am, it is wherever you three are.”

Y/n stares into Kakashi’s eyes, searching, searching for something she knew was not there. “So,” she whispers, “you want to be with us as their father?”

“Yes.” He answered without a second thought. “I want to do the honorable thing and marry you if you allow.”

“For the sake of the babies?”

Kakashi stammered for a second, “well, that too but I want to be a husband to you.”

“Do you… can you love me?”

Silence sat heavy between them before he answered, “I can learn to love you.” He wasn’t sure if the tears that filled her eyes were tears of joy or pain. They pooled at her lower eyelid, refusing to fall down her cheeks. “I – I don’t know how to love, but I can learn. If you can give me a leeway, I’ll learn to love you.”

Y/n turned away so he wouldn’t see her tears fall as she quickly wiped them with her sleeve. “Okay. I’m okay with that.”

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Nine months have passed and within that time frame, Kakashi proposed in the presence of their two-month-old babies and moved into their place, taking over the spare room beside Y/n.

They formalized their marriage in the presence of an intimate gathering. Despite being married, they maintained separate sleeping quarters. Their connection remains amicable, marked by occasional displays of affection centered around the babies. Their lives persist with the primary emphasis and priority placed on their little ones.

Y/n continued her life running her flower shop and Kakashi resumed teaching at the university.

With two babies, time went by quicker than they anticipated and before they knew it, winter had arrived and Y/n’s business slowed while Kakashi was on winter break.

It was the night of New Year's Eve, the babies had gone to bed at their usual time leaving Kakashi and Y/n alone. Though they spent many nights alone together, it was exceptionally different, considering that their first night together had happened the same day two years ago.

“Did… you want to watch the ball drop with me?” Kakashi asked when Y/n had finished preparing her nightly tea.

Caught off guard Y/n froze for a split second before answering, “sure, if you don’t mind.”

“Never, never with you.”

Her heart fluttered and she turned away to hide her red cheeks. “Wou – would you like a cup of tea too?”

“Please,” he said softly.

When Y/n returned Kakashi had lit a few candles and had two throw blankets out but he was nowhere in the room. At that moment, he exits the baby's room, returning.

“Emi began fussing but she went right back to sleep with the pacifier.” He reached for the cup of tea.

Y/n stepped forward to hand him the cup when she stumbled, the hot tea spilled onto his hand.

“Oh my God!” she shouted, setting the cup on the coffee table before checking his hand. She immediately tugged her shirt, gently drying his hand to inspect the burn. It was red. “Let me go get some toothpaste!”

She returned with some gauze and the tube of toothpaste and quickly applied it all over his hand before bandaging it up. “I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay,” he murmured.

Y/n looked up at him with worried eyes, not noticing that he had been quiet and allowing her to tend to his wound. He was happy to have this interaction with her.

Kakashi reached up to brush her hair behind her ear. “Y/n.”

Y/n could melt that instant hearing him call her name, she always loved how he said her name. “Yes?”

“I’m tired of living this way,” his eyes flashed at his choice of words and he quickly corrected himself, “I mean in a way of I am tired of living like we’re strangers but parents to our children.” His eyes search hers, to make sure she didn’t misunderstand his initial words. “I want to be more than a husband to you, I want to be your rock, the person you can rely on.” Kakashi inhales sharply before speaking the next few words. “I want to be someone you love.”

“I do love you, Kakashi,” Y/n replied, “I have loved you for many years since I was probably a teenager.” She rubbed her thumb over his bandaged hand. “You were my first crush and first love. I still love you.” She looked down at his hand, “but you always just saw me as Brian’s little sister.”

With his other hand, Kakashi cupped her face, guiding her to look at him. “It is true, I did see you as Brian’s little cute sister who was so shy when I was around, but when I returned from my first deployment and you were nineteen… a grown woman… believe me when I tell you that you were the most beautiful woman in my life since that day.” He closed his eyes and released a deep breath, “then Brian and I were deployed again and that day – “ he choked on his words. “Days before that day, he had said to me – as if he knew his days were counting down, he said to me ‘I know you have something going for Y/n, I see the way you stare at her. I’ve noticed it. If anything ever happens to me, take care of my sister for me, will ‘ya? You’re the only man I trust with her.’” His thumb reached up to swipe the tear that slipped from her eyes. “Y/n, I didn’t exactly grow up with love or how to love? I learned how to love and be loved the hard way or no way at all. Please – give me grace… teach me how to love, teach me how to be loved, and teach me how to be in love with you because I don’t want it with anyone else.” He pressed his lips against hers. “I just want you love and I want to love you. Teach me how to love you so that you’ll love me back.”

Y/n threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. “I love you, Kakashi. I love you and I am in love with you.” She lifts herself to look down at him with a bright smile. “I know you already love me, you show it to me in different ways but I know you love me and our babies.”

“Y/n,” he calls her name huskily.

“Hmm?”

“Please, kiss me…”

Y/n giggles and fulfills his request. Immediately everything around them began to escalate. Kakashi’s hands slipped beneath her shirt, rubbing her back. His fingers fumble with the back of her bra strap. “Kakashi…”

“Sorry, I just… I just miss touching you…”

“No – no please… please touch me. I need you.”

Kakashi groaned, “I need you badly too…”

“But before we have sex – can we share rooms? I… will it be too soon to move into one?” Y/n asked with a tint of pink on her cheeks.

Kakashi smiled, “you have no idea how long I have been dying to share a room with you. I missed you so much.”

“I just thought you didn’t want to sleep with me.”

He shook his head, “no – I wanted to after we got married but I didn’t exactly know how to approach you with that question. I didn’t know if… you wanted your own space still.”

Y/n pecked his lips, “move in, I want you to make love to me every night.”

“You might regret that…”

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The bed softly creaked against the floor, thrashing against the wall with each slow thrust of Kakashi.

He rolled his hips, grunting each time his cock stroked entirely into her sweet pussy.

“I love you… I have loved you for so long…” His fingers tightened around hers as he pinned them above her head. “I don’t want to waste a second without you anymore…”

“Me too – me too Ka – ashi…” Y/n moaned and gasped, “I’m so close, please –“

Kakashi cut her words with a kiss, his tongue thrusting past her lips to dance with hers. He was close too, it had been too long and he wasn’t going to last much longer.

With deeper rolls of his hips, Kakshi groaned against her mouth as he cums into the condom. He continued to slowly thrust, feeling Y/n’s walls clench and tightly tremble around his cock.

As they came down from their high, Kakashi gazed lovingly down at her. “I might be late but… Happy New Year, I cannot wait to start this year with you and our babies.” Tenderly, he takes her hand, adorned with the wedding ring, and gently kisses it. “I love you, wifey.”

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E/n: Kakashi is so #hearteyes

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Sasuke is closed off, cold even.

But not to you, no.

After all the tears and broken hearts he's caused everyone, people aren't as interested in him as before.

Sometimes they do wonder if the young Uchiha has emotions and can laugh, but practically everyone has internally decided, he doesn't.

It's the way it is, nobody is suprised.

You've always been close, maybe the long friendship helped Sasuke to trust you, so when you started dating, only a few things changed.

Physical touch, or any sort of romantic affection was a bit difficult for him, but with time he's gotten used to it, and now craves your presence.

If you're not with him, he'll let Naruto blabber the most utter nonsense while thinking about his partner.

Oh how he misses your sweet scent in moments like this.

"-and then he said...", the loud blonde was shouting about some problem again so Sasuke decided to zone out for a bit.

His mind drifted somewhere completely else.

You've been on a mission for some days now.

A Jonin like you sure doesn't have much free time, especially after war.

There are millions of things that still need to be settled, so you're doing your best to help.

Sasuke's lips twitch at the thought.

He can't help this warm feeling in his chest, buliding up drastically.

Sometimes it was hard not to admit he was missing you, so emotions built up in him, making it difficult to cope.

The raven's eyes drift, watching passersby, completely zoning out.

How he wished you were here.

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A few days later you come home.

It's night.

You've given the hokage, Kakashi, your report and are now on your way to your and Sasuke's shared home.

After war, he had gone away for three years again to protect the village from the outside and to find himself again.

You're glad he's back, back with you.

Your footsteps are quiet, almost silent.

You knock on the door, before coming in.

"I'm home.."

The further you walk into the house, the warmer you feel.

You can't help the little smile on your face when a really tired Sasuke walks towards you.

"...Welcome home...", he mumbles, immediately wrapping his arm around you.

You smile, hugging him back.

"Hey.. I'll take a quick shower okay? You already go ahead and sleep. You really look like you need it", you chuckle as he slightly grumbles but obeys.

After the shower you walk into the bedroom, seeing Sasuke already laying there, eyes fixated on you.

You chuckle, gesturing him to look away so you can put on some clothes before taking off your towel.

He mumbles something about how he's "already seen everything" but does as you say.

When you have on your pajamas, you join him in your guys' bed, cuddling yourself into the warm covers.

You snuggle closer to Sasuke, grinning up to him.

That sight makes it hard for the Uchiha not to smile back, feeling content.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer.

Your head is on his chest and he kisses it softly.

It wasn't often, that he displayed affection so openly, even though it's you.

But at nights like this, craving each other's presence, not having seen each other for a while, it's hard to resist.

You inhale his scent, feeling it, engraving it into your brain, so you'll never forget.

You wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

Sasuke feels your hot breath against his skin, making his cheeks feel unusually hot, his heart beating faster than it normally does.

He used to resent the way you make him feel.

But he's grown to love it.

Love the fact that you're the only one who's ever been able to have such an effect on him.

Sometimes he wonders if this is all a dream.

If you were really here, by his side.

If you really stayed, even though he had fought against everyone, made countless mistakes and even lost an arm in the process.

Yeah, sometimes he isn't sure if somebody just killed him and had enough pity to put him into a genjutsu to let him feel happiness one last time.

But the way your breath against his neck, the rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest and the warmth of your skin on his cold one feels..

Too real to be an illusion, too real not to be true.

And when you look up, your bright eyes full of love and affection, he can't help but melt under your gaze.

Sasuke watches you, a faint smile displaying so naturally on his lips, that he knows.

Your love was true, it was real.

You kiss his cheek before laying down again.

"Good night Sasuke. I love you."

And like always, like clockwork, he responds while tracing the Uchiha clan symbol on the back of your shirt.

"Good night. I love you too."

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[mikeysbabygirl]

Hello! could I please request TR boys with a younger girlfriend?

Like, idk just make reader like us all, in our early twenties, messy, reckless, stubborn, bratty and smartass ... And they just like have that daddy's gonna punish you vibe 👀

Hmm can you make Ran, Wakasa, Kakucho... or anything you'll feel comfortable with ! ( Is it possible to add Kakashi and Itachi too ? Sorry it's a lot but I'm just curious about how they would act 😭 )

Thank you !

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Warning : 18+, minors DNI. Contains smut, boys have daddy kink, Reader is a brat, a smart mouth, a fuck girl in Ran's part, punishment, manhandling, brat taming, breeding kink, nicknames ( whore, slut, love, baby ), orgasm denial, bondage, voyeurism, and a lot of other things. Reader is independent, stubborn, drives them crazy.

Summary : I might have put a lot of myself in this reader lol, but I love this request somehow.

Ran, Wakasa,Kakucho, Takeomi, Mitsuya,Itachi, Kakashi.

“I PRECISE READER IS OF LEGAL AGE IN ALL OF THE FOLLOWING.”

Ran Haitani :

Ran is used to be a rolling stone. No, not the rock band. The meaning of, not a person to settle down. He just loved the power he held over his whores, and drank in the tears of them after leaving.

On top of his twenty-eight , dating you in your early twenties could make anyone think he held much power on you too.

Wrong.

And at times like this, buried deep inside the tightest cunt he's ever had, he comes to think you are the one who got the power.

-" Shit, angel " throwing his head back he grunt and dug his fingertips deeper in your hips. " Tiny puss' can barely take me in, let daddy fuck you "

Impressive, how of a whining mess you were above him, struggling to bounce on his length but still shook your head in a manner he found so... Cute.

Those older vixens at Bonten clubs got nothing on you,after all, right ? Why would they be able to ride him and not you ?

- " Uh uh, can take your cock, daddy. "

Such dirty words in your saccharine voice had his cock throbbing inside you, you rolled your hips against his and had his eyes rolling back.

-" Swear to fuckin' god... Pussy so good, can't- can't get enough... "

Ran Haitani deals with jealousy fits his girlfriends throw with a master's hand. Showering them under praises and priceless gifts to keep the pristine image a little bit longer until he has enough, hiding the other woman's perfume on him like the dead bodies he left behind him.

Never ever had he thought the tables would turn, and he would be served the dish he cooked himself.

-" Man, ain't that your bitch down there ?" The pink haired man gestured toward the coffee's outside tables.

Haruchiyo's words go in one ear and out the other, as if he hadn't noticed the smile dripping beam you were giving to that young man at your table, and Rindou had perfectly noticed his brother's knuckles turning white around the steering wheel.

-" Ran, it's green " he gestured toward the green light, and the many cars waiting behind them. But he was only seeing red.

A friend, you told him once, just a friend. But who better than him knows what that word can imply, when he used it so many times with his exes ?

No, Ran Haitani held no power on you, despite being older. He even came to think he would've wished to be younger, as much as that man at the coffee with you.

-" Ran, it's stupid. Open the damn door. "

Your voice fell to deaf ears, busying himself cleaning his gun on the sofa, he heard the quiet sound of your forehead resting against the wooden door.

That's it, get used to it. Because if himself couldn't get used, one of you two had to do it right ?

-" I'm gonna sue you for sequestration " you quietly warned, but only heard a scoff coming from his mouth.

-" Good luck with that " he lazily grinned toward your phone resting beside him, and practically was in a bliss when you let out an outraged sigh.

-" the hell... You can't keep me locked in your room forever, you know ?"

Choking on his pride, he couldn't believe he resorted to such actions. But it was all for that same pride, at the end of the day. Ran couldn't have you cheating on him, Ran Haitani is not one to be cuckold. No seriously, a dinner with a friend, past 10 p.m ? Who did you think you're fooling ?

Getting up from the sofa, he blew some warm air on his gun and threw it on the couch, before making his way to the bedroom door and sliding the key inside.

Being met by those doe-like eyes that sometimes makes him think gonna be the end of him, you let him run his calloused hand across your soft cheek's skin, his usual smirk on.

-" That's right, pretty baby. "

You honestly were not one to be scared, yet when he began approaching you until his long shadow towered completely above you, yes, yes you were scared.

-" Can't have you locked here forever. But " he grinned, closing the door gently behind him.

He had no warning signs dating you, thinking you would just be another notch in his belt. But now you were the melody that won't leave his head, and it was all your fault. Playing his fake love game better than him, who did you think you are ?

-" But I can stuff that pussy until you can't walk anymore. "

Slender fingers pushed you on the mattress, having you all sprawled for him with your skirt riding your thighs, your bare skin already waking up his lower parts.

-" So be a good girl and watch me stretch you real nice, yeah ?"

Wakasa Imaushi :

Just an iceberg, and sure not one to look for butterflies in the stomach at thirty-seven, no he was no looking for love, or for anything that would last.

Then you just stormed in... No it is not a figure of speech, you stormed in his life, and as the youngest drops of rain soaked him to the root, now he was all but breathing fresh air.

He should probably not, the age gap was impressive, let alone the fact that your two personalities had no middle to meet in, all the odds were against it.

But, to reiterate, you just came in. That's it, end of the story.

You, your loud laughter, your unfunny jokes and your hungry fists.

Shit happens, he told himself the first time, pressing your back against the desk of his office at the gym, bare chested as you looked at him with a wry smile at the corner of your glossy lips, slamming his hips against yours and smirking when your face contorted in pleasure and pain.

-" what is it ? Can't run that fuckin' mouth anymore now ?"

If he was not Wakasa Imaushi, he could have felt guilty seeing the tears in the corner of your eyes, as you struggled to even form words. But he knew better, feeling how you clenched around him with every mean word.

Shit happens, he told himself, the second time. Crossing arms behind his head while you tried steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Lazy purple eyes burned with desire as they watched you rise and fall beautifully on his length. He swore he would not help you, thus having his arms resting behind his head but still was happy he gave you some instructions, getting even harder at how compliant you were.

-" Why ain't ya like that all the time f'me, huh ? " He titled his head, biting his lips to keep himself from leaning and kissing your swollen ones. " So fucking stubborn... Don't mind ruining this tight cunt everytime you're actin' like a brat though "

And from thinking, on top of his thirty-seven, nothing could phase him anymore, he found himself thinking it was a good thing that you were a regular at his gym. That way, he could not only enjoy how those sport leggings kissed your curves perfectly, but also to-discreetly- keep an eye on you.

Because even in your early twenties, it seems like you still walked in your teenage habits. Reckless, too damn reckless. Challenging some of his clients- free fighters twice your height and age.

And there you were again, in your pink sport leggings and bra, warming up to fight yet another opponent stronger than you. As careless as he seems, and considering you two never talked about the meaning of your hookups , last months playing cat and mouse had him... Worrying about you. He would not sit and watch your small brain being splattered on the floor.

-" I'm closing, dude. " He mumbled toward the opponent who was ready to fight you, that one frowned but you stepped in before he could say anything.

-" You never close up this early " you remarked, crossing your arms and he shamelessly eyed how your breasts slightly popped out as you did.

-" I said, I'm closing. Get out. "

The one who new better, the guy, quickly grabbed his belongings and nodded goodbye to his coach before leaving.

But the careless, reckless, fucking so full of herself one stayed, pouting child-like.

-" You don't want me to fight him" you concluded some seconds later, he put away some dumbbells left there and straightened, raising a brow toward you.

-" couldn't care less " he shrugged unbothered, but then you started walking toward him, too close for you own good and raised your head high.

-" Yes you do. You think I can't actually win. "

-" I don't think you can't win. I know you won't. Now go home. "

His hand reached for your shoulder, trying to shove you away but his eyes widened the slightest bit when you used that moment of inattentiveness to grab his arm and twist it.

-" You shall not underestimate me, Imaushi. Especially not when I can have your arm pinned in a heartbeat. "

He must admit, you're nimble, and slided behind him very fast. But little did you knew with that little strength of you, you just dug you own grave ?

-" Oh princess" you were surprised to hear, a low chuckle from him, for the first time. Dropping his lollypop on the floor, he freed himself from your grip with little to no force, and the white leopard has never been quicker to turn and meet your eyes. " You should never have done that... "

Wakasa indeed never thought he would bother with someone as young, as loud and annoying as you.

But at that moment, bending you over his desk, cock slamming your dripping hole with the stronger thrusts he's got in his back, he was glad he did.

-" Y'think you're such a big deal, huh ?" You cried out as another harsh thrust of him almost sent you, and the desk flying. " 'bout time someone teaches you a fuckin' lesson"

And he had no problem doing that, eyes blessed by the sight of your ass up and cunt dripping between your thighs.

-" Drivin' me outta my fucking mind with this pretty ass " his hand met the latter with a painful slap, you bit back a whimper but he smirked, still hearing the echo of it anyway. " Gotta tame you into the perfect slut for daddy. Mold this pussy to my cock, yeah baby ? "

Ah the youth... Always thinking they're so invincible. And somehow he knew the perfect way to make that cotton stuffed brain grow up a little.

-" I'mma fuck a child into this" you felt your high at reach while he tapped his fingers against your folds. " Amazin' pussy. See how you can fight, all round with my kids ?"

Kakucho Hitto :

Who was Kakucho but an outcast?

His whole life, had been lived between two wars, collecting scars, counting dying stars.

Although he had only lived in the darkness, his heart has always seemed homesick for light. Until you.

Months been spent trying to deny you, protect you from himself or whatever his guards were pretending.

But goddamn that head of yours was harder than any of the walls around his heart, though being a young adult, sometimes you acted just like a rebellious teenager.

Homesick for a home that didn't even existed, and he stopped moving from his spot, nothing to look for anymore.

Oh how could he stay at that same spot when you swept him off his feet like the tornado you came in ? The more he tried going against your winds the more he found himself struggling in the middle of your whirlwind.

So he removed the boards covering his windows and doors and let you in, you and your frivolity.

He discovered you couldn't help but laugh in critical situations, though looked at you with confused eyes the first time you burst in laughter because you nearly set the kitchen on fire.

And you smiled, god, you smiled for nothing. He suspected that you knew it flusters him everytime your glossy lips stretched in a bright smile and did it on purpose to make him lose control and lean in to kiss you.

He would always remember the first time he laughed in years, a real, light-hearted chuckle when he caught you talking to yourself through the mirror.

And oh, how could he forget that night ?

Kakucho frowned and turned his head toward you after hearing a muffled sound, he came to think you were asleep since you've been silent but his tired eyes met your pretty face and small mouth closing around your pillow.

-" Hey, angel, been having a nightmare ?" He asked as he moved closer to you, and his heart missed a beat seeing how your cheeks could grow beautifully warm, biting that seductive lip.

-" Uh... No, it's nothing, just something I was thinking about... "

After many investigations you confessed driving yourself to sleep by many cute fake scenarios you knew would never happen, and still you were eating your pillow at the thought.

What a brat... An incredibly beautiful, endearing brat.

And he wished he could have you by him more often, but you had your own life, own friends, and you had college, all he could do was to give you a spare key and hope for late nights where he would find you in his bed, something he wished would happen more frequently.

- " I don't get why Mikey makes you keep all the important files " Haruchiyo grunt, meanwhile Kakucho slided the key inside the lock.

-" cause last time he made you keep the paperwork you used it to sniff your coke " Rindou shrugged next to his brother, all waiting for Kakucho to give them their assigned paperworks.

But he knew something was wrong the minute he opened the door and loud music came to their ears.

The three boys couldn't keep their laughter hearing a young girl's voice coming from the kitchen.

How could he forgot your habit of singing along with the loud music ?

Though crimson red painted his cheeks, his heart beat faster knowing that you were there, he would have you beside him that night, what was strange itself knowing it was a weekday.

-" Ya know what ? I'll bring it to the headquarters tomorrow, you guys just go home " he hurriedly tried pushing Haruchiyo out of the door who struggled to contain his laughter, and as Ran was about to mock him, his jaw fell down and his gaze drifted behind Kakucho.

-" Kaku ? Daddy you finally home, I made dinne-"

Nothing, nothing could've prepared him for what waited for him. You knew how much he missed you because of your daily schedule, and you knew his ache for a home he could go to after a tiring day.

What essentially led you to his kitchen, cooking a meal for your lover, wearing nothing but a sexy maid apron.

- " Holy shit... "

-" Oh god-" that was not your Kakucho's voice, there were four men in the living room, all wide eyes taking in every sinfully exposed curve of you under the only piece of fabric you were wearing. Shame quickly assaulted you and it was only after you quickly turned around to leave that you remembered.

It was an apron, it has no fabric in the back.

-" Okay so see you tomorrow ! " his hands were harsher than he expected it as he started pushing all of them outside, the one with the purple mullet who's eyes never left your body by the way mumbled.

-" But- but she made dinner-"

-"out. "

He needed no more than that cold stone tone for them to oblige, though they never felt more disappointed to skip paperwork.

- " dadd- Kakucho... ?" Your small voice filled the living room, whilst your lover was facing you with his tense back, you could practically feel the heat radiate from him.

Even the day you learned he was a Yakuza haven't you been that scared of him.

-" Enjoy havin' my subordinates drooling over ya, huh ?"

You whined, trying to press your dripping cunt against his lips only inches away from it, but the ties around your wrists were keeping you hanging on the bedframe.

-" Kaku, you know that's not wh- Oh god ! " A high pitched moan escaped your throat at the feeling of his teeth grazing your throbbing clit, Kakucho tightened his grip around your hips, he felt guilty to think he would gladly snap a picture of his fingerprints on your soft skin, later.

-" What did you just called me ?"

-" Ngh, Daddy... Daddy please " you curled yourself tighter against him, had him chuckling deeper into you.

Yes, though he would rather have died than letting his co-workers see what's his, he still was blessed with the domestic feeling of you waiting for him at home. He caught himself thinking he might get used to it.

-" angel, d'ya have the slightest idea of what you did ?" You shook your head desperately, under the soft warm breath he was blowing on your cunt. " Probably got them all pumping their cocks wishing it was this little pussy"

His gaze darkened, seeing how more drops of your arousal were seeping on his bedsheets and hearing your breath hitching, he cupped your pussy into one hand and had you crying out loud.

-" What a naughty girl I have, hate that I have to do but gotta make them see me eating this pussy of mine. Make them losers hear the pretty sounds you make for daddy, yeah ? "

Your eyes widened and a strangled " Kakucho" left your lips, he stretched his hand and reached for the phone, opening the camera and angling it just the right way so they could only see his naked back.

-" But worry not, pretty girl. Won't let them have a single fucking look of this princess' body. Never again. "

Takeomi Akashi :

He warned you. Yes he was a player, but a fair one. He told you not to fall in love, to keep your heart out of your vagina.

But honestly ? He should've saved those words for himself, he probably needed them more than you did.

Because you didn't even started playing back and he was already head over heels for you, something that never happened to him before.

He could curse the day he met you at their club during one of your girl's night, or he could curse every feature of your pretty face, in the end it was the same, he just can't seem to get you out of his head.

It's been pretty weird for him at first to date you as you were almost half his age, he only had his fair amount of mature women and never thought he'd end up with a baby. Because that's what you were, a brat.

A pretty, over independent brat.

Sometimes he caught himself thinking he was babysitting you, he honestly saw no difference between the behavior his younger siblings used to have and yours. Stubborn, head in the clouds, trying every forbidden way to upset him it seems. And the worst in that ? No strings attached, he had nothing that could keep you grounded.

No matter how much money he would offer, "I need my own money not yours". And no matter how pretty was the jewelry he bought, at the end of the day it would return to his pocket because " why do you even buy things for me it's not my birthday".

You made it pretty clear, he was there because you wanted him to, not because you needed him. And what was he supposed to do with those crumbs when a bunch of young and handsome men were ready to steal you from him ?

Though it was exhausting, to be constantly checking your wandering eyes, he could just not let go.

Who would wake him up in the morning with the hairdryer's sound ? Accidentally burn the pancakes and say " good thing, you just took a step back from diabetes"?

who would surprise him at the meeting with some nudes taken in the college's bathroom ?

too much for his game, you were a witch.

And he really doesn't know why he keeps bringing you to external meetings with their partners at their clubs, since it's one from the only few times he'd be stressing. With so many eyes on what's his, how much more time left before it was not his anymore ?

-" I don't care how you do that" Koko snapped at Ran over the loud music. " Hire prettier girls, create special offers or whatever. The whorehouses aren't working enough these days and Mikey... "

And there it goes again, same conversations, same men with the same girl's on their laps. With a sighing mind, you watched your boyfriend reach for a cigarette in his pocket, but he barely had anytime to put it in his mouth before you snatched it away and brought it to yours, smiling like a kid.

He arched a brow toward you, since when did you even smoke ? Then rolled his eyes noticing Ran, Rindou and Mucho all taking out their lighters to do it for you. That was his routine.

-" Here ya go, love " he heard Rindou whispering as he lit it up for you, being the closest one to you and his hand around your hip tightened seeing the way the Haitani eyed your smiling lips.

Conversation kept going around the same boring problem until you were bored of hearing their words in the back of your head like a broken record.

-" It's not even such a big deal. " Your soft voice brought all of their eyes to you. " Nobody goes to whorehouses anymore. Except, maybe old men. " You winced seeing most of them, and their girls raising their eyebrows. " No offense... "

-" sweetheart you-"

-" focus on my words instead of what's in your pants. " You interrupted Ran the same way he did to you, and rolled your eyes at his smirk. " People nowadays want to see, the thrill of watching something you can never have. Once you get it, it all vanishes away. Get all your girls an onlyfan, and thank me later. "

And though most of them were not into smart mouths, Takeomi could clearly see the interest sparkling in all of their eyes. His throat tightened as Kokonoi leaned over the table, closer to your face.

-" You, are really something else... Ain't ya, precious ?"

Takeomi hated it. And you. And that cursed little smirk curling your perfect lips.

-" 'bout ten fucking bitches there, all keeping it silent. But you, you had to run it again, obviously ?"

His low voice was laced with venom while his hands tightened on the steering wheel, you couldn't hear the end of it in your way home and your head ached from all his reproaches.

-" but I'm not your bitch and you know what ?" You scoffed earnings a side eye glare from him. "Drop me here. Consider from now on I'm not your problem anymore, so I can't embarrass you. "

He would've liked to ignore that foreign tingle in his chest hearing your words...

-" Watch your fucking mouth. "

And although he never took such a scary tone with you, you swallowed your stress and muttered.

-" I only wanted a good fuck, not another father... "

Not even have you finished your words that the car did a great spin, ripping a small scream out of you while he hit the brakes and parked in the middle of the dark empty road.

-" Repeat that f'me, would'ya ?"

-" Oh fuck, slow- slow down ! I... Omi !"

-" Wanted a good fuck, right ?" He grunt, hips smashing against yours and you honestly couldn't even tell how you both found yourself on the backseat. Your words might have somehow switched something inside him, force him to manhandle you like he has always been afraid to do.

- " Y'better take my cock like a good little whore, fuck- should've shut you up this way. Jus' fucked you dumb in front of em "

His filthy words tightened the knot in your lower belly, walls spasming around him had him growling and throwing his head back in bliss.

-" this pussy's my addiction. Goddamn- tell me how... The hell 'm a supposed to let'ya go ?"

-" Close... So fuckin' close daddy" you ignored his words and let more tears slip from your eyes while he pounded relentlessly into you, a bruising hold on your breasts.

-" Look at you, practically begging to be put in your place, m'baby such a brat, gotta tame ya into my perfect wifey, would'ya lemme ?"

-" Yeah ? What 'bout I stuff this lil pretty pussy 'f my cum, would my pretty girl take daddy in ?"

Mitsuya Takashi :

He knows it, you know it, and he wouldn't even try to deny.

He has a huge daddy kink.

But you really were the one to trigger it, because he was now a twenty seven fashion designer and he was supposed to be so far from those years where he had to take care of his baby sisters.

Supposed. Because everything in you just brought that protective side of him, your careless nature, he couldn't help but take your hand in his everytime you'd cross a road.

Your lightheaded oversight, sweet morning cooking for you but you wake up late to college and forget to take breakfast...

The mess you left behind you, pink pom pom pen all over his desk, and he'd never forget the blush on Hakkai's face when he found your lace panties on the couch during a visit to his friend's house...

And despite all those adorable flaws he loved so much on you, you always insisted on carrying yourself on your own. Always preventing him from paying things for you, refusing to let him help you with anything.

No, I can hold that, it's not heavy.

Bitch, it's twice your weight...

It doesn't matter, because every detail of you, he fell for it. Even that stubborn head of yours.

Well, there was times where he just couldn't take it anymore. Like all those times he asked to make sure you were eating enough and having enough sleep during your college exams, and you assured everything was fine.

No it really was not, he concluded, seeing you when he came back from his business trip, noticing how your cheeks deepened, how could you even pretend you could take care of yourself when you overworked yourself that much ?

-" Looks like you even need my help to eat, princess... "

Teary doe-like eyes stared up at him, the ground leaving kisses on your knees whilst his hand had a bruising hold on your hair.

His tip hit the back of your throat relentlessly, Mitsuya never been that rough with you but you wouldn't just listen, you needed a punishment right ?

-" Shit, only obedient for ma cock... Then take it like the fuckin' slut you are "

Those new sharp edges he was displaying were turning you on, your juices dripping between your legs since he made sure to strip you before making you gag around his length. Your clit was throbbing,aching for some release but your hands have been tied behind your back by his necktie, preventing you from any possible pleasure.

He saw the tears forming in the corner of your eyes though you closed them so he would not see your despair, he smirked.

-" Thought- fuck, just this way baby... Thought you don't need my help ? Now look at you drippin' on my floor, where's the independence, love ?"

You opened your eyes and narrowed them at him, sending a fierce glare that only made his cock throb in your throat. You vengefully hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around him, highlighting his pleasure until he was throwing his head back.

-" So fuckin' good " a strangled chuckle escaped his mouth seeing you pressing your thighs together. " Say the words, love. Tell me how much this pretty pussy needs my cock, and I'll give you the fuck of your life "

So stubborn... he thought, whilst you locked gaze with him and tried taking him deeper, proving he needed you more than you did.

And maybe you were right, but that's not what he wanted to hear.

Takashi pulled your hair tighter, the tingling only making your walls clench around nothing and elicit a strangled sob from you. Desperate saccharine voice had him coming undone with no warning in your throat, and he rode his high watching you swallow every drop of him.

-" M'baby, understand that if I need to feed you myself, I would. " He whispered, with his hand still holding your hair as you let go of his dick with a loud pop.

-" Taka', can't no more " you straddled him on the couch, freeing yourself from the tie and wrapping your hands around his neck. " Please, make me cum, please, please, I need you daddy, please... "

Although he told himself he would make you suffer longer, your teary eyes and wet lashes, the desperate way you were rubbing your entrance against him had him in a chokehold. He was just a sucker for you...

-" Shhh, it's okay baby. Gonna take care of my pretty girl"

Soon enough, he was lowering you on him, stretching you to no end while you already started crying his name, a meer attempt to ride him and take control again.

You would never change... He noted in a smile.

-" See ? All you had to do was to be a good girl, was it really that hard ? "

-" Or do you just love it when I use you like a cum slut, baby ?"

Kakashi Hatake :

Somehow you never felt enough, not even once.

He was so much older and wiser, stronger and needed. You painted yourself in your brightest colors, poured yourself into being the best medic nin you could be. Yet it was never enough.

Only the sky would ever know that was all in your head.

Kakashi had another way to see it, to see you. When he looked in your eyes he saw no age gap, no insecurities, just the little woman who broke the walls of monotony around him.

The one with a smart mouth, who wouldn't just shut up. The one to say the things no one else would say, putting him back in his place when his feet would start floating too far from the ground.

He wishes he could just forget about those sarcastic lips of yours, and the life still blindingly glimmering in your young eyes.

But his hell already knew a rainy day, and you brought him out of that numbing shell. Making his heart beat faster, whether because of your cute laughter or your unnerving recklessness, all he knew was that it's been only months still he couldn't keep the cold facade anymore around you.

-" I'm just... Exhausted "

You finally agreed to let the words out, after days of being silent. Something that frustrated him more than it should have, he might just be missing your consistent loud mouth...

- " You're... Fucking amazing, and I'm proud of you "

He never thought he'd be bothered by your smile, but that one was ripped of any joy...

-" But I just feels like a kid waiting by the door.« Don't do that, don't talk so loud, don't walk like that»... " You mimicked the words of the villagers. " «You're a Hokage's future's wife» , oh and all the « and why ain't you married yet ? »" You scoffed. " Like it's not been just few months since we're dating. "

Kakashi sighed loudly, resting his mask and the book he was reading on his desk.

-" and I sound dramatic. And you despise drama but... I just want someone to love me for who I am, not for what... They could make of me. "

He could see you felt self-conscious from opening your heart to him, considering you too were a stranger to releasing what's in your mind and he felt his chest aching for the woman who's been sharing his bed, dreams and living rent free in his mind for the last months.

Kakashi pushed the chair he was sitting in a little back, then slowly patted his lap.

-"enough. C'mere. "

He couldn't believe you'd let their words get under your skin, your so perfect skin, all in display in his lap as he was bouncing his thigh against your swollen clit.

-" That's it, moan my name, baby. Only you can do it "

-" 'Kashi, more please " you begged, hands on his shoulders and how could he refuse you anything ? He was already painfully hard and constricted in those pants, and still all he could yearn for was your own pleasured face beautifully contorting.

-" Oh shit, m'love came pretty hard " he chuckled, few minutes later as you came undone staining his pants, light head on his shoulder but he really didn't care.

Because soon those clothes found their way next to yours on the ground, and as your walls clothed him in, he just couldn't understand.

How could you even doubt yourself ?

-" You fill me up, so good " your moan sounded more like a sob, which made him softly grin and press feverish kisses to your neck.

-" Now you gotta take all of me like my good little slut, is it okay ?"

Your eyes widened with the harsh thrust coming after those words, thinking he would take it slowly for once but his grunts in your ears and the fingers digging in your hips told you otherwise.

-" Yeah you will. Bet my pretty girl's gon' lemme fuck the insecurities outta her "

-" I... I will, oh shit, I will, 'kashi !"

The stubborn one who would only obey when his cock would stretch her out, how couldn't he be obsessed ?

-" That's a good fuckin' girl. Now let daddy make you feel how deep he could love you "

Kakashi was a man of his words, and he promised...

If the village wanted so much to meddle in their Hokage's household, he would make sure to let them hear how good his best girl takes him behind closed doors.

Itachi Uchiha :

Here is a boy who never even considered having some happiness, let alone find love.

Itachi Uchiha is the worst of his enemies, all those arrows in his heart, his mind was the archer of them.

He would probably not be able to tell when it started.

Lingering stares, whispered words

But that, he was not waiting for its ending.

First cry of the newborn crepuscule, the dewy scent of the morning will tell him it's time to go, but the warmth of your hips under his fingers beside him on the bed mimicked the feeling of a home he lost since decades.

Head on the pillow, you could feel him sneaking in almost every night , and he could see you smiling but for some reason you pretended to be asleep.

And he painted you larger than life, because his chest weighted tons of blue ice but you painted him golden. Spark of a fire your love has lit up in him so immense that his demons caught fire.

-" Show me " you whispered, fingertips grazing his eyelashes.

His eyes held the tales of thousand horror legends, but you were seeking to see them as if they were your fairytale.

-" No way. " He replied, lying on his side next to you yet again.

Tantrums, you were so childish but you had your ways to get what you wanted, and they were all but innocent.

You rolled on top of him, making him instantly lay on his back and with a pout he found distracting, began rolling your clothed pussy against the growing bulge in his pants.

- " 'Tachi please " you whined, and he had to close his eyes not to give in, the friction you were giving along with the sight of your hardening nipples under your top nearly making him lose control. Him. The one who never lost control.

-" Stop. "

Red, was the trail his fingertips left on your hips to stop you.

Red, was the fire burning in his lower abdomen.

Red, was the way his eyes shone in the dark when he opened them again to face you with his Sharingan you oh so wanted to see.

Itachi was fascinating to you, and he thrived into the star-studded stare your eyes would give everytime he would do the most trivial thing.

Sometimes you really reminded him of Sasuke, how proud he was of his big brother, long ago. And he couldn't help the need to take care of you like he wished he could've done for his brother.

You were reckless, after all. Young, a danger for your own self and never listened. He spent every minute next to you caring, and every one away from you worrying.

Maybe you knew that, and maybe you used it to see more of him.

Nights where you lived were when the devils would go out, stronger men twice your height would be afraid to be outside at such an unholy hour, but you...

You in your veil white dress, angel tempting the devils outside

Angel tempting his devils inside.

-" what's the crying for, my love ?" His voice echoed through the blinding red.

Red, red everywhere.

-" Isn't it what you wanted ? M'dirty little girl, yeah you did. "

Itachi, itachi everywhere.

Itachi's hands holding yours pinned to the bed, Itachi's cock deep down in your throat, Itachi's mouth closing around your breast.

But through all the clones you knew, the one bullying your cervix with each thrust was none other than Itachi. The real one.

-" Told ya not to go out so late alone, haven't I?"

It was overwhelming, the fire in your guts blinding you to everything, the tsukuyomi only amplifying all the feels whilst Itachi rolled his hips against yours.

-" Did you really needed this to understand, love ? My cock splitting you in half like a whore ?"

You mumbled some incomprehensible words around Itachi's clone's length, and a deep groan reverberated through the crumbling down walls of the genjutsu.

-" Goddamn- baby, pussy clenchin' around me real good... You like it when I do this t'you, don't you ?"

Another spasm of your walls around him was the answer, he knew he didn't deserved that image, pretty face of yours crying in pleasure under the many Itachi's worshipping your goddess's body.

-" love, if I knew... You were such a slut, would've took that pussy 'til your pretty legs can't move sooner "

But you were there, wrapping him in your angelical aura like he was not soaked with blood to the brim.

-" Shhh, don't worry. Still got so many time in my hands to fuck the insolence outta you, baby."

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How Could You? —Chapter 1—

Part of the For Your Own Good Series Prev → Next Chapter

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: mostly just fluff so far, a little canon angst, POV Kakashi. canon rewrite. self-ship coded; please see author's note on series page if you are unfamiliar with plot-significant characteristics of reader.

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: After waking from Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan attack, Kakashi finds there is still a lot of work to do; in rebuilding the village, restoring trust within his team, and in being honest with you. But will his efforts strengthen those bonds, or will everything only get worse?

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“Let's see…what else did you miss?”

You sat beside Kakashi on his bed, your head resting on his shoulder and your hand tracing gentle patterns along his palm. It had only been a few hours since Lady Tsunade had returned to the village and fixed him up, and she had barely left before word somehow got to you that he was awake and healthy.

When Tsunade had explained to Kakashi how long he’d been unconscious since Itachi’s attack, he felt ashamed. All that time, wasted. He should have avoided getting caught in that jutsu. But he was thankful his comrades and students were safe, despite feeling like he’d done nothing to help.

And when he saw you, every feeling was replaced with guilt for how worried you’d been.

But everything had been forgiven in a flutter of kisses, his hands and mouth both more eager than his recovering muscles could keep up with. Eventually, kisses morphed into conversation; you excitedly filling him in on everything that had happened throughout the village while he’d been asleep. Truthfully, it was probably more information than he was concerned with. But Kakashi was more than happy to spend time with you in any way. Even if it involved listening to stories of people he wasn’t even sure he’d ever met, he’d still take it.

His muscles ached from the lack of use. He was just about to ask if you wanted to continue this conversation on a walk when you were suddenly distracted. A tiny sparrow tapped on the window, drawing your attention. “Awww,” you cooed, “look at that little bird.”

“Hmmm,” Kakashi sighed, recognizing the signal. “Another mission already.”

“Wait, so soon? But you’ve barely recovered!”

“Well, we lost so many shinobi to Orochimaru’s attack. Those of us left just have to work harder to make up for it.”

“That explains why Iruka has been so hard to get a hold of lately. I guess he’ll be busy with missions for a while, at least until we get the Academy rebuilt.”

“We?” he asked, working on securing the wraps around his ankles. “I thought you said you were working on getting Ichiraku up and running.”

“I am. But the volunteers fixing up the Academy needed help, so if I split my time and work one shift in the morning and one—”

He leaned in to kiss your temple. “Don’t overwork yourself.”

“I could say the same to you, you know.”

“I’ll be fine,” he promised with a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. “I hate to cut this short, but I’d better head out.”

“Right.” You kissed his mouth, delaying him for as long as you dared before pulling away. “I love you. Please be careful.”

“I will.”

And I love you too.

The words were on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to say them. He was ready to say them. He realized he had loved you this entire time, and he wanted to tell you. He just needed to move his jaw, vibrate his vocal cords, and say the words.

But then you stood up, and made your way to the bedroom door. And his chance was gone.

“Walk me out?”

“Of course.”

He stayed by your side as you walked to the front door of his apartment, wishing he had more time to spend with you before being sent out again. But this was the life he’d chosen, and people were counting on him.

“See you when you’re back.”

And with that, you gave him one last sweet smile before walking out. His heart tugged in his chest as he watched you leave. But he just needed to focus on this mission, and then he could come home and spend some time with you.

First, though, he needed to check on his students. Tsunade had told him all about what happened between Naruto and Kabuto in Tanzaku Town, and Sakura was sure to be worried about Sasuke’s health. Kakashi knew that Tsunade had healed Sasuke before making the house call to his apartment for both treatment and a lecture. But Sasuke would probably still be recovering in the hospital. At least Naruto wasn’t hurt.

When Kakashi arrived at the hospital, the medic-nins directed him to Sasuke’s room. He could tell that something was wrong before he even made it to the doorway. The room was empty, and when he went in to investigate, all he found was an abandoned bed and a few apple slices browning on the floor. Judging by the color, they couldn’t have been there long.

Kakashi closed his eye and focused on the smells and sounds surrounding him. He picked up Naruto’s scent, along with Sakura and Sasuke’s. He knew the room was in disarray, and he couldn’t imagine Sakura doing that, so it must have been Naruto and Sasuke fighting, yet again.

But where did they go? Had they been kicked out? Sasuke hadn’t been discharged yet, and the staff seemed to think he was still here. The roof.

He was up there in the blink of an eye, finding Naruto and Sasuke charging at each other with dangerous amounts of chakra, Sakura shouting for them to stop and running right for them. Sasuke was aiming a huge amount of Chidori, and Naruto—

Is that…

He grabbed each boy by the wrist and spun around, flinging them into the water reservoirs on the roof. It may not have been the most gentle choice he could have made, but if the two of them had made contact, who knows what could have happened. And Sakura would have been right in the middle of it. Gentle wouldn't have cut it, today.

“What are you two doing up here?!”

Sakura ran up to her sensei while her two male teammates groaned and pulled themselves away from the large tanks. Seeing the fear in her eyes nearly made Kakashi’s patience snap. This was the furthest thing from teamwork he’d ever seen.

But that jutsu…no doubt about it. The Rasengan. How is Naruto using that jutsu?

Sasuke stood, offering only a glance and a smirk in Naruto’s direction. While his student was distracted, Kakashi used the body flicker jutsu to jump on top the reservoir looming over Sasuke’s head.

“What do you think you’re doing, Sasuke?”

The boy startled and looked up at him, his expression quickly darkening from surprise to annoyance and anger.

“That Chidori wasn’t the size you’d aim at a comrade from the Leaf Village,” Kakashi continued. “Were you actually trying to kill Naruto?”

Sakura and Naruto both waited tensely for Sasuke’s explanation, but the boy’s answering silence was all the jōnin needed in order to understand. He must have taken that reunion with Itachi harder than anyone realized.

Instead of offering his teammates a word, Sasuke gruffly leapt off the roof, avoiding the situation all together, leaving Naruto looking betrayed and Sakura sobbing into her fists. Kakashi hung his head and tried to make sense of how Team 7 reached this low point, and how he could turn them back to the right path.

Suddenly, Kakashi felt a different yet familiar chakra signature. Jiraiya. I should have known.

“So, it was you who taught Naruto that jutsu?” he asked. “Don’t you think he’s a little young?”

“Look who’s talking,” Jiraiya responded. “That Chidori was pretty powerful too.”

Yeah. Got me there.

“Although,” Jiraiya continued, sounding a bit more serious, “I didn’t think he would throw it at a friend. Did I miss something between those two?”

“It’s complicated…” Kakashi began. “You of all people know how rivalries can be.”

Jiraiya hummed in understanding. “Jealousy is not a good sign. Maybe I should talk to him.”

“Then I’ll trust Naruto to you. I have to get on with a mission, but I’d better deal with Sasuke too.”

“Right.”

“Ka—” Sakura sniffled. “Kakashi-sensei…”

Kakashi jumped down from the tank and approached his female student with a smile on his face and confidence in this voice, hoping she couldn’t see how fragile both really were.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have the old Sasuke back in no time.”

⁂

Kakashi found Sasuke sitting on a high branch in one of the oldest trees in the village. At least he found some interesting places to brood every once in a while. But despite the time he’d had to cool off, the genin looked ready to lash out at the first person he saw.

It was obvious enough; Sasuke had recognized how much Naruto had grown, and it had been a tough pill for the Uchiha to swallow. Their rivalry had reached a dangerous tipping point.

Seems I’ll have to fit in some mentoring today, after all.

He silently unspooled a generous length of wire and attached a shuriken to the end. Then, when he threw the shuriken to loop around the tree, the wire held Sasuke to the trunk. Kakashi quickly jumped onto the branch, showing his student that he wasn’t truly in any danger. Despite that, Sasuke had an enraged look in his eyes as he looked up.

“What’s this all about?” Sasuke snarled.

“If I didn’t do it, you’d run.” The jōnin sensei kept his tone level. “You must admit, you're not the type to take a lecture willingly.” Not unlike I used to be.

Kakashi sighed. After what he’d just watched Sasuke do, he needed to get through to him. He didn’t want to reopen his own old wounds, but if he didn’t connect with his student, Sasuke would only see what Orochimaru told him to see.

Better get right to the point. “Sasuke, forget about getting revenge.”

The boy was only angrier upon hearing this advice, and Kakashi wished he’d been more surprised at the reaction. “Although,” he continued, “in my line of work, I've seen a lot of kids like you.” He had been tempted himself; looking for someone or something to blame throughout the toughest times of his life. More often than not, he found the blame belonged to himself.

But how do you seek out vengeance from yourself?

“The fate of those who seek revenge is never good. It’s quite tragic, actually. You’ll only end up hurting and suffering more than you are now. Even if your revenge is a success, all that will come of it is emptiness.”

His lonely years in the ANBU. The desperate fights he wished to lose. Having no one, for fear of losing them too.

“What do you know?!” Sasuke spat. “You think you’re a genius?”

Kakashi pulled on the wire. “Calm down.”

Sasuke chuckled, looking up at his Sensei with a worrisome look in his eye. “I could kill all the people most precious to you,” he growled. “Then you’d know just how wrong you are about me.”

Obito. Rin. Sensei.

As vivid as in his nightmares, images of his old team’s deaths flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t protect any of them. Those failures were his greatest shame as a shinobi. Kakashi had avoided talking about his past with his students so they wouldn’t know just how worthless their sensei really was. But it was something Sasuke needed to know, so he swallowed his pride and steeled himself.

“Well, I suppose you could…” His aching heart provided the answer that had been his undeniable truth for so long. “But unfortunately, I don’t have anyone special left. The ones most precious to me have already been killed.”

Sasuke’s face morphed into a mix of confusion and anger.

“I’ve lived longer than you. Times were tough back in my day. I know the pain of losing somebody more than I’d like to.”

“But—”

“Neither you nor I can be called lucky, that’s for sure. But we’re not the most unfortunate, either. You and I have both found precious friends, haven’t we?”

Sasuke was quiet for a minute, and Kakashi hoped he was thinking of his classmates. His teammates. Sakura and Naruto. Kakashi knew firsthand how much someone who was originally considered an annoyance could become a dear friend; one of the most important people in a person’s life. “You realize it after you lose them.”

Kakashi flicked his wrist to loosen the wire, seeing that a lot of the fight had drained from Sasuke’s eyes. “Chidori was a power I gave you because you found something important. That power is not to be aimed at a friend or used for revenge. You ought to know what that power should be used for.”

Protecting a person who is precious to you. Someone you love.

Instantly, he wasn’t thinking of Gai anymore. Or Sensei, or Obito or Rin. He could only think of you. The person most precious to him. The person he loved, yet for some reason—some irrelevant, nonsensical reason—he hadn’t told you.

And now he couldn’t wait another second.

“Think about whether what I said hit the mark or not.”

⁂

He rushed to your apartment, hoping you hadn’t needed to go anywhere else after you’d left his place.

People could be taken away at any time—Kakashi knew that better than anyone. Yet he’d been stubborn and closed off, refusing to let himself admit to you everything you meant to him, based on fears that he didn’t even remember.

He peeked in the window and saw you lounging on the sofa, reading a book. The girl I love.

“Y/N.”

You jumped, whipping toward the window with your hand over your chest. As soon as you registered him, your eyes softened and you let out a breath. “Kakashi?” You pushed the window open and allowed him in. “What are you doing back so soon? Is something wrong?”

He lowered his mask and crashed his lips into yours the second the obstacle was removed. You stayed still; shocked and surprised. But then you wrapped your arms around him and answered his kiss. When he broke away, he kept his lips over yours, so they would brush against you as he finally said what he should have said weeks ago.

“I love you.”

You gasped, inhaling the words into your lungs. Kakashi thought he could hear the rhythm of your heart go a little haywire as you leaned back with a giddy smile. Then you let out a chuckle, something between elation and apprehension. He understood how this probably seemed to be coming out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you,” he said. “I just had to…get out of my head.”

“Kashi, I…are you sure?” you whispered. “You don’t have t—"

“I’m sure, Y/N,” he promised. “I've been sure for a while, but I was just afraid of…well, a lot, honestly. But, I love you.”

That gorgeous smile stretched across your face. “I love you too.”

His smile matched yours before he kissed you again. “Okay. I’d better get out of here before my tardiness gets me in trouble.”

You giggled. “Mmmm, bye Kashi.”

He stole one last peck before covering his face again and climbing onto your windowsill. “I should only be a couple of days,” he said, crouching to be ready to spring up on the roof for quicker travel. But then he looked at you, and he couldn’t resist telling you one more time. “I love you, Y/N.”

A fresh coat of pink ripened your cheeks. “I love you, Kakashi.”

He could stay here all day repeating it back to you, but he forced himself to go. The last thing he wanted right now was to start a cycle of back-to-back missions, but it was for the good of the village. To protect you. To protect the woman he loved, and who loved him.

It was the happiest he’d been in a long time, and he couldn’t wait to come back.

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kakashi is a little stupid when it comes to love

a/n: after much too long here is your request @vagabond-umlaut ! I’m so sorry it took so long </3 plz find it in your heart to forgive me ilysm ,, i hope u enjoy :3

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kakashi always told himself he wouldn’t get attached to others, not after all those he’s ever loved had met terrible fates. he always thought maybe he wasn’t fit for love, it wasn’t in the stars for him to fall in love and meet the one.

he’d accepted it, he’d moved on and decided he didn’t need love, he didn’t need anyone. he would be fine on his own.

as cliche as it was, all his resolve crumbled when he first saw you. walking down the streets of konoha, a small smile on your face as Kurenai talked your ear off.

“kakashi! meet y/n, theyre new here” she’s enthusiastic as she introduces you, kakashi can’t help but stare a bit, taking in your every feature.

“hi it’s nice to meet you” you say, a small smile on your face, you’re hoping he can’t hear your heart beating through your chest because oh my god he’s so tall and attractive, are all konoha men this gorgeous?

“nice to meet you too, I’m kakashi” he finds himself with sweaty palms, flashing you a shy smile, which you can only tell he does by the crinkle of his visible eye.

“I’m gonna keep showing them around, see you later!” Kurenai smiles, already grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind her.

kakashi was sure he’d forget about you by the next day, maybe he wouldn’t even see you around town.

he’s walking up the steps to his apartment when he sees boxes outside the apartment next to his, he’s staring for a bit, fiddling with his keys in hands when he sees you walking out of the apartment and picking a box up.

“kakashi! hi!” you’re smiling brightly at the jonin, he’s taken back at how friendly you were to him, he’s only waving back as you approach him. “guess we’re neighbors huh?” you’re grinning up at him as he clears his throat.

“uh- yeah guess we are” he can hear his heartbeat in his now reddened ears, and he can’t stop himself from the words that tumble out his mouth next, “would you wanna eat dinner? tonight? together?” he’s fumbling over his words and he can’t help but wince at the execution of his question.

you don’t seem to mind though, biting back the giggle in your throat and nodding, “I’d love to have dinner with you.”

he lets out a small breath before smiling and chuckling, “I can give you a hand with the boxes if you want,” looking over at the four big boxes you had yet to bring in.

“if it’s not a bother, just- never mind” you laugh, kakashi stares at you, humming for you to continue. “i was gonna say careful because they’re heavy but” you gesture towards him and he understands after a couple seconds, laughing softly.

“thank you for being considerate at least” he replies and you can’t help but blush as he lifts the boxes with ease.

dinner comes and goes quickly, the two of you making easy conversation. kakashi doesn’t remember the last time he felt so giddy talking to someone. he can’t recall the last time something felt so easy, so right to him.

and it’s almost 24 hours after dinner that he hears a soft knock on his door. his brows are furrowed, confused as to who was knocking on his door. his frown is quick to turn into a welcoming smile when he finds you outside with a fresh loaf of banana bread.

“hi! hope I’m not bothering” you chuckle and kakashi shakes his head, “‘course not” he steps aside and invites you in.

“i wanted to thank you for dinner,” you reply, holding out the loaf of bread for him. “I hope you like chocolate chips” you say nervously, kakashi smiles, nodding his head.

“it smells great, thank you, really” his hearts fluttering at your gesture. why are his palms so sweaty? is he getting sick?

it didn’t take long for kakashi to extend an invitation for you to stay for dinner, grateful for the mask hiding his all too embarrassing blush when you accepted.

it didn’t take long for it to become routine for the two of you to have dinner together, alternating who cooked, the two of you often baking together afterwards.

then kakashi had to go out on a mission, he wasn’t sure when he’d be back. he’d never felt dread leaving for missions, or been afraid of not making it back, he’d never wished he could stay home.

now he did.

now he was saying goodbye to you at the konoha gates, his heart clenching as you tell him to stay safe, that when he returned you’d cook dinner for the two of you and make him cookies he’d grown to love.

it was only two days into the mission and he couldn’t stop thinking of you. how had your day gone? how was work? did you eat? did you miss him as much as he did you?

why did he care so much?

his mind ran wild, he hadn’t realized how attached he had gotten, how quickly his feelings had grown, how fast he was falling for you.

when he returned a week later, you were there, a bright smile on your face as you greeted him at the gates. he wanted to deny the joy he felt, he wanted to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat as you smiled at him.

he can’t fall in love, he can’t be with you. it wasn’t meant for him.

he brushed past you, trying to ignore how hurt you looked, your bright smile falling from your face as your eyes followed his stoic expression.

you tried your best to not look hurt, clearing your throat and walking behind him at a distance. after a couple minutes your bottom lipped wobbled, but you kept your composure, turning left instead of right and heading into town.

kakashi immediately stopped in his track when he no longer felt your presence. turning in his heel and panic filling his body as he realized how dark it was. it didn’t take him long to find you on a park swing, staring the stars.

“you shouldn’t be out here alone” he spoke up, your head turning to face him. you only scoffed, already getting up and walking the opposite direction of him. “where are you going?” he asks, walking a bit quicker to be next to you.

“why do you care?” you ask, your voice is cold as you turn to face him, “you completely ignored me, i looked so stupid standing there just for you to ignore me!” you pushed him, catching him off guard as he stumbled backwards.

“y/n-” he mumbles, guilt eating at him for how stupid he acted.

“no” you shake your head, “don’t fucking talk to me” you’re walking away from him and the only thing he can think to do is grab your wrist, and pull you towards him.

“please i just-” despite a majority of his face being covered you can still tell he has a pleading look on his face. you don’t care to listen to him, flailing in his arms and punching his chest helplessly.

“i don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuses hatake” your voice is venomous, his grip loosening. he’d never seen you so upset, so angry, you had always been so sweet and warm.

“I’m sorry okay!” his voice is louder than he intends it, he regrets it the moment he sees you flinch a bit, “I’m sorry for being an asshole and I’m sorry for ignoring you” he’s running his hands through his hair and he’s embarrassed at how close he is to crying.

“i have never needed anything as much as i need you and i hate you for it” his voice is still firm, still a little louder than usual and his hands are shaking from the emotions flowing through him.

you’re quiet as the words seep into your brain, all the anger and frustration you had sizzling away as you process what he said.

“this past month, every dinner we have all the time we’re together it’s just so easy, i don’t think I’ve ever felt that way and it’s fucking terrifying” he’s looking at you now, hoping you’ll stop him before he says the wrong thing, but you’re silent.

“i missed you” he whispers, you’re biting your bottom lip, “please just say something” his voice is pleading as he looks at you.

the only thing you can think of is wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him as tightly as you could, relieved when you felt his arms snake around you waist, pulling you closer to him.

you stayed like that for a while, not saying anything until you both pulled away.

“dinner on me then?” you ask and he smiles sniffling a bit, before nodding.

the two of you walk back in a comfortable silence, your pinkies intertwining before finally mustering up the courage to hold your hand. both of you looked away, smiling like idiots but trying to hide it from the other.

kakashi is convinced that maybe it was in the stars for him to find the one, maybe he just wasn’t looking hard enough. maybe the one for him just happened to make amazing banana bread and cookies.

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Itachi in a oneside love

YALL HAVE MY MAN TRUMATIZED.

-he’s blasting laufey rn.

Alr alr lets get real.

-Itachi knows in his heart you don’t love him back. He can see it on your face, in your eyes. He loves you so much and he feels selfish to know he still wants you inside his heart. He’s lost so much and he lost you, but he never had you in the first place.

-Itachi feels extremely saddened, he’ll be even more emotionless than before, he feels like dying when he sees you hanging out and laughing around with kakashi, he knows you love kakashi. he’s so jealous, he’s never ever been jealous of anyone before. He’s considered a prodigy and didn’t have much competition growing up, so he didn’t worry about jealousy or competition.

-His original attempts to court you will cease, he’s going to give you a lot of space. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable because he still loves you. But you don’t love him back. So he’s going to try and keep pushing forward and hope that he can somehow move on.

-His heart is completely broken and he tries to hide the fact that he’s completely devastated. He will just hope and try to move on, and at the same time he wants to slander kakashi, but he won’t, He wants you to be happy, so he will let you go.

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[msuchiha]

YANDERE ANIME CHARACTERS X Female!READER!

Auther note - my simp ass just had this thought of making a yandere headcanons hehe!(^～^;)ゞ

Warning:- Dark themes, Mention of abuse, Female Reader , Random anime characters!

Kisuke Urahara :-

• You two met when you and Rukia went to get Rukia's order.

• Since you and Rukia gave your power to Ichigo it makes easier for him to kidnap you.

• He usually calls you ‘Doll’ and ‘Baby girl’.

• He manages to convince you that he just wants the best for you.

• You eventually warmed up to him and started loving him back.

• He usually watches Disney movies with you, your favourite one is the lion king.

• He doesn't lock you up in room, but stalks you when he's even a little suspicious.

• When someone tries to flirt with you they ‘Mysteriously’ disappear next day.

Hisoka Morow:-

• I feel like hisoka would be a possesive and obsessive yandere.

• Also, i don't think he would hit his darling unless he just snapped or got too mad at her escape attempts.

• If he has you locked up, no one could ever save you even gon or killua can't save you.

• You'd have to eventually accept your fate.

• Once you accept his love, he would let you have some more freedom but will never let you out by yourself.

Kakashi Hatake:-

• Kakashi is a possesive yandere.

• Even after being so possesive, he would NEVER EVER hit his darling.

• Because he has lost so many people's in his life, he would do almost anything or everything to protect you.

• He'd definitely keep you locked up in your house because liks he said “It's for your own good” (ofcourse you're hokage's darling)

• He will never force his love on you (he's a sweet yandere afterall).

• You'll eventually fall in love with his sweetness.

Kai Chisaki (Overhoul):-

• Super possesive (You already know lol).

• He may even hit his S/o if she try to escape. She tried to climp the window? Well, she better run!

• She and Eri would also get close, like mother and daughter.

• When the hero's went to save Eri, they'd tried to save you as well.

• During the battle vs hero's, he'd try to save you more than he'd try to save Eri.

• During his stay in the tartus he'd only think about you and only you.

• If he escapes, you better run because he will do anything to find you.

Light Yagami (Kira):-

• He'd kidnap you after a week or two of knowing you.

• He'd do anything he can to make sure L and Misa don't find out who you are.

• When you first saw him, you thought there is no way in hell that he's kira, but after knowing him better you realised that he was the mastermind behind all the murders.

• He'll be most possesive of them all, trust me!

• He keeps you on his basement and checks on you every day.

• He says he is only doing it to keep you safe.

• He whispers words like “I love you Y/n” Or “You'll soon fall for me too”. (Well, he isn't wrong, is he?)

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Discombobulated

Discombobulated

(adj.) emotionally confused or uncertain

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The mission wasn't supposed to go this way. It was a B-ranked mission that took the two teams four days in the middle of the Earth country to complete, and they were just on their way home.

Kakashi should have foreseen this somehow, despite being just a Chunin with no Dōjutsu to see into the future. He still should have been prepared.

They all should have.

The enemy had strung on them when they were at their lowest, chakra exhausted from a previous battle.

Kakashi hadn't seen the man grab you, nor had he seen the blade covered in poison being stabbed into you, all he saw was the expression of pure terror Rin had on her face as she witnessed the scene.

He heard though, the screams of Kushina as she raced to you. The cried of Gai as Genma held him back from running after his sensei. Minatos calls to head to the cottage a mile back.

Now here he was, standing in the doorway of the Cottage as Rin and Kushina frantically tried to save you.

Obito, Genma, and Gai sat on the porch, eyes trained forward in horror. If you died… you'd be the first friend any of them had lost.

Kakashi, he didn't turn away. He watched as Rin, with tears streaming down her face, dug through all her medical bags searching for her antidotes.

He watched as Kushina grabbed a kunai to cut open your shirt and sports bra, and he watched as Minato held your hair back as you leaned over the shitty old kitchen table to throw up your own blood.

Your face, sweaty and flushed from the fever that was beginning to rise. Your pretty eyes that he had caught himself looking at were blinking tiredly. Your hair was wet, stuck to your face and knotted around your head.

Kakashi couldnt look away.

You were still pretty, he thought. Even if you looked like death.

Minato had to force him, pulling him away from the scene as Kushina pulled the fabric from your front, exposing the wound.

“You don't want to see this.”

Good Minato, who despite dealing with three kids in the middle of the war, still tried to keep them somewhat pure from the horrors of this world.

Kakashi, as soon as he turned away, knew you were going to die.

You had been insignificant to him for most of your lives, just another face in the classroom you two had shares.

You were nice, he knew that, but being nice got people killed and he was certain you'd die if you ever got into a battle. Back in the academy, you were quiet, nice, and friendly but insignificant to him.

You had changed since he had graduated before you, and left you to grow.

You turned into a fighter, not as good as Gai but you were above average. You fought with everything, all you had and it impressed Kakashi how much you grew.

Being Kushinas student must have done you some good, because you also held a fire similar to hers.

Maybe that’s why you had rushed to Genma, fighting the enemy that had knocked him out.

Maybe that’s why you had cut the man’s face, scarring him.

Maybe that’s why you were grab by your throat, held down and stabbed with the poison covered blade.

Maybe it was because now you were dying on a rotting table inside of an abandoned cottage in enemy woods.

Maybe it was because you were stupid, rushing to save your friend with no consideration for your life.

Maybe that's why he had grown to love you more than a teammate.

You used to be so insignificant in his life, but now you were everywhere.

*first post, might make this a series!*

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Hi! I'm so excited you're writing for Naruto 🥰 So many blogs don't really write for it anymore, so I'm so grateful 🫶🏻 Could I please request Kakashi x fem reader angst, where reader and Kakashi are in an established relationship, maybe even married, but they get ambushed on a mission and reader sacrifices herself to save him? I really love Kakashi and I'm in an angsty kinda mood. Anyway thank you so much, I hope this is okay. Have a nice day! ❤️

author's note: I'm so sorry this took ages to write! I keep slipping in and out of angsty mood, so it did take longer than expected! x anyway, I really hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for requesting! <3

warnings: mentions of death, blood, alcohol abuse

Never mix personal life with your professional duties.

This was one of the most important rules of the shinobi world. They have tried to drill this mantra into your heads since your early teenage years and kept repeating it every so often, just in case you forget.

Growing up, it was easy to follow this principle - all of your friends were civilians and you weren't particularly close with anyone from the academy, so you lived your life in peace, knowing that you don't have to worry about the people you loved and cared about.

Little did you know, however, that a certain white-haired shinobi would change that in your adulthood...

You heard of Kakashi in your early academy days. Being three years older than you and already an ANBU, your knowledge about him was based only on the rumours that kept circling the village about his past and the unfortunate death of his teammates. But it wasn't till he became a Jonin sensei, that you had the chance to meet him for the first time.

You did not have a team to lead on your own, but due to your hard work and devotion to the kids in the academy, you were often sent to help with their training and low-level missions. Team 7 was often the one needing the most help since it not only consisted of the stubborn and grumpy last survivor of the Uchiha clan, but also the hyper-energetic and mischievous 9 tails Jinchuriki.

Naturally, you and Kakashi became close. Having to supervise and protect a group of highly intelligent, stubborn, and, often, reckless genins proved to be a good enough reason for you to form some from of a friendship.

It did take a couple of years for love to blossom between you. With him being occupied primarily with the training of young ninjas and ensuring the safety of the Hidden Leaf Village, romance was not one of the things on his list of priorities. And at the time he was fine with this - you can't miss something that you never had.

But the more you matured, the more you gravitated towards each other. You worked so well together, that you started to be regularly paired for missions excluding his students. Soon after, you started to spend time outside work together. Before you knew it, you became partners in more sense than once.

And the more time passed, the more blurry the line between work and pleasure became... to the point that one single mistake changed everything.

It was a peaceful night when it happened. A day away from Konoha, you, Guy, and Kakashi were resting on your way back from delivering the sealed scrolls containing information about the next Chunin exams to Suna. You had found a small cave, tucked deep in the forest, and decided it was the perfect place to hide not only from any potential attacks, but also from the raging rain outside.

"C'mon!", you nudged Kakashi's shoulder with your own, before throwing one look at sleeping Guy and turning back to your lover, "He is deep asleep, he won't hear a thing."

The white-haired ninja gave you a stern look, but the little smile that formed on his covered lips betrayed his real mood. Moving his focus on the fire before you, he poked the burning wood with a stick, before mumbling:

"One more reason to stay still and alert", he pointed out, giving you a playful side glance, "We are supposed to be on guard."

Rolling your eyes, you let out a childish puff and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Guard from what? The owls?", you whined, before nudging him one more time, "C'mon, Kakashi! One kiss is all I am asking for! I haven't kissed you in like... weeks!"

"We have been away only for a few days", he lifted his brow in amusement, before leaning towards you, "And I am pretty sure you managed to steal yourself a kiss this morning. Your math is awfully bad, little dove."

You opened your mouth to respond, but quickly closed it after no good comeback came to your mind. It was true that you last shared a kiss this morning and you did exaggerate a bit about the time that has passed since then, but can anyone blame you? You were deep in your honeymoon phase when all you could think about was your lover and the feeling of his lips against yours... And making it worse, was the fact that he purposefully took with him that rich and smoky smelling perfume, that was driving you insane.

"Kakashi!", you whined his name, giving him a pleading look. Tilting his head to the side, he let out a chuckle, before carefully pulling his mask down, exposing his beautiful face.

Slowly leaning towards you, he maintained eye contact, before pressing his slightly chapped lips against yours. Immediately fluttering your eyes close, your hands found their way behind your neck, pressing his face closer toward you. Letting out a contempt sigh, you leaned to your right, giving you a better angle to keep up with the sensual dance your mouths indulged in.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, pressing the cold metal of his headband against your forehead. His breath was heavy and he gave himself a minute, calming his wildly beating heart.

"Happy, little dove?"

A wide smile stretched on your face and you eagerly nodded your head, about to respond, when you suddenly got interrupted by the loud sound of a kunai landing right above your head. Both you and Kakashi, immediately jumped from your places, your hands already reaching for your own weapons, while you shouted to Guy to wake up.

Your attackers quickly filled the cave and they visibly outnumbered you, leaving you to fight two of them each. You knew Kakashi and Guy could handle themselves, they were one of the most skillful shinobi in Konoha, after all. Yet the moment you saw one of the ninjas sneaking behind your lover's back with a sword raised high in the air, your feet suddenly had a mind of their own. You dodged a punch aimed at your face, but rather than fighting back, your body threw itself behind Kakashi, a piercing scream leaving your lips once the blade went through your stomach.

The world around the white-haired ninja abruptly stopped.

All the shouting, the sound of clashing weapons, Guy's screams for him to focus... the moment he fell your body crashing against his, it was all silence. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, protecting you from falling on the rocky ground, while his knees gave up under him. One of his hands immediately moved towards your wound, trying his best to stop the bleeding, while his other one found its way towards your face.

Kakashi's fingers shakily moved towards your forehead, moving away the few damp pieces of hair sticking to your skin. Tracing the side of your cheek, he didn't even notice he was crying, till a few teardrops fell down onto your skin. Your eyes, which were also glossy, stared at him and your lips moved, trying to say something, but the only thing that came out was blood.

"Shh, don't talk", Kakashi choked out, pressing his fingers against your mouth. Finally gaining the courage to look down, all the breath left his body once he saw how much blood you were losing, despite his best attempts to stop the bleeding.

"We have to get you to the village the fastest way possible", he muttered with a shaking voice, his arms sneaking under your body in order to lift you. You moaned from pain at the contact, using the last bit of energy to grab one of his wrists.

"N-no...", you whispered, a hefty amount of blood dripping from the corner of your mouth, "Hel-.. He.. Help Guy..."

Hearing the name of your teammate, Kakashi finally remembered you were not alone, and his head whipped around only to find the other male continuing the fight all by himself. His rough posture and scratches covering all over his face were showing he would not last long and Kakashi immediately felt his chest tightening.

He knew he had to join in and help him, but how could he leave you all alone, bleeding to your death?

Almost as if you were reading his mind, you weakly squeezed the wrist in your hold:

"Go...", you muttered, your lips twitching into a small, sad smile, "I... I will... b-be... f-fine."

"Little dove, don't... I... Why...", Kakashi cried out, not sure how to finish this sentence. Grasping your face with his hands, he pressed his mouth against yours, ignoring the metallic taste that immediately washed over his senses once your blood touched his tongue. His tears were now freely falling from his eyes and he could not hold his sobs back any longer.

Your lips weakly moved against his for a minute, before you had to sharply take a breath. Your consciousness was slowly slipping away and your gaze was now cloudy, unable to focus on one particular thing. You felt coldness slowly making its way through your limbs, bringing a strangely welcoming feeling of numbness and peace. Despite your vision getting blurry, your head tilted to the side, the outline of your lover's face still clear.

"I.. I love y-you", you breathed out, one final tear making its way from the corner of your eye. Kakashi carefully caught it with his thumb, his head violently shaking from side to side.

"No, no, no!", he kept repeating, his voice cracking, "Please just... please just stay with me!"

Your stare remained unmoving and it took a few seconds for the white-haired ninja to realize that your breathing had stopped as well.

It was too late...

you were gone.

Dozens of feelings washed over the Leaf shinobi at the same time. Pain. Sadness. Rage. Shock.

With an angry scream, he pressed your now limp body against him, while one of his hands moved to move his headband away from his face, showing his already glowing Sharingan.

The fight lasted a few minutes afterward, maybe even less. Fuelled by his raw pain, Kakashi did not hold himself back, slaying all of the enemy ninjas one by one. Soon the ground was crimson red and the only remaining sound was the white-haired man rigid breathing and the sound of the rain, which kept pouring outside the cave.

"Kakashi...", Guy carefully said, his gaze moving to your already cold body which rested in the corner of the cave. He bit his lip, unsure what to say, choosing instead to remain still and quiet. He couldn't control himself, however, once Kakashi's heavy breathing turned into sobs again, and he wrapped his arms around his friend.

"I am sorry...", the black-haired man sighed, a shaky breath leaving his lips as well. His own eyes started to tear up and he tried his best to blink them away, a poor attempt to remain strong for your lover, who was already falling apart in his arms.

The next few hours they spent in silence, with Guy guarding the entrance, while Kakashi held your cold hand in his own, his eyes staring at your face like he hoped you were just in a deep sleep and would wake up any moment.

Or perhaps, he was hoping that he was the one dreaming and that once the sun rose high in the sky, he would wake up, finding your smiling face nested comfortably between his neck and shoulder...

But that never happened. Instead, the hours kept passing with him frozen in his place next to you, till Guy gently laid his hand on his back, telling him it was time to go. With one last kiss on your cold forehead, Kakashi took off his jacket and laid it carefully over your body, before scooping it in his arms.

Leaving the cave, his eyes kept staring ahead, his expression now unreadable. The memories of you, that kept flashing before his eyes during the whole night, were now pushed at the back of his brain, while only one though kept occupying his mind:

Never mix personal life with your professional duties.

He failed to do that.

Again.

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"Tsk, how sad!", the man behind Kakashi muttered under his breath, "I bet he is spending his whole pay on drinks again!"

The woman next to him shushed him, hitting him on the shoulder while doing so.

"Be quiet!", she scolded, "He will hear you!"

The man scoffed, his eyes not moving from the white-haired ninja before him, who kept calmly putting his shopping away, without even glancing in their direction.

"Well, let him hear! Because it is pathetic, it's what it is!", he grumbled, making sure to speak as loudly as he could, "One of our best ninjas turned alcoholic... Look at him! He doesn't even look like himself anymore!"

Years ago Kakashi would have turned around and silenced them just with a glare. But now... he had no more energy for that.

Because they didn't understand and would never be able to understand what he had gone through. They would never have to bear the burden of having someone else's blood on their hands, neither would they experience the feeling of guilt that would tear their soul apart, a constant reminder that they could not protect the ones they loved.

So why would he bother explaining to them that the only reason why he had to be under the influence, was because this was the only way to feel close to you again? The only way to silence the voices inside his head, which kept reminding him how it was him who was supposed to be dead, not you?

Instead of replying, he just grabbed his bag and exited the shop. He walked hurriedly towards his house, eager to open the bottle of sake he just bought and mute the feeling of missing you, that kept breaking his heart every single time he was completely sober.

"Kakashi!", Guy's voice sounded somewhere behind him, and his step halted for a bit, turning around. His friend gave him a little smile, which immediately fell, once his eyes fell on the neck bottle which poked out of Kakashi's bag. It was not easy to watch one of your best friends falling deeper and deeper into a hole, refusing any of your help.

The white-haired man suddenly felt small, almost embarrassed by the look the other male gave him. But instead of waiting, the moment he saw him walking towards him, he just turned around and almost sprinted back to his house.

Closing the door, he let out a breath, he didn't even know he was holding. Kicking his shoes aside, he made his way towards the kitchen and took out the piece of bread and the few bottles of alcohol he had brought earlier. Opening one of them, he didn't even bother to grab a glass, before he made his way towards the bedroom and sat down against his pillows.

Grabbing the picture of you that he kept on the bedside table, he gently traced your smile with his thumb, before taking a sip of his drink. The burning sensation in his throat was irritating, but it was nothing compared to the burning feeling inside his chest.

"We will be together soon, little dove...", he smiled sadly, "I promise."

cc artwork: concept art for "Wheel of Time"

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Come Back To Me

Kakashi Hatake x reader

Warnings: character death, grief, angst, fluff

He promised you, after all.

Authors note: Let me know what you think of this. It's my first time writing on tumblr (I think) and my first time writing for Kakashi as well. This had been living in my head for a while so I decided to make something of it. Please know that English is not my first language. Word count: 912 words

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Pain.

Sheer pain that rippled through your body, tearing every fiber of your being into shreds.

Your heart crushed under the heavy weight of loss, as you saw him.

His limp body held up by the rocks that surrounded him, his face up towards the sky, as if he was gazing at the stars, waiting for them to appear. The wind brushed through his silver hair, causing it to move in delicate waves.

You let go of the breath you didn't notice you had held in, letting go of it in a cry of pain.

Chouji looked up from the body of his father, only then noticing your current state. You brushed past him, stumbling towards your mentor, your sensei – your love.

Falling to your knees right in front of him, not caring about the rubble scraping at your skin. Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision.

You knew it from the moment you saw him, not being able to feel his chakra anymore. Hell, you knew it the moment Tsunade suddenly gasped in shock when you helped the ANBU to protect her, only confirming it when she didn’t answer Chouji’s question as to what was about him.

Your fingers brushed away the hair that had fallen onto his face, softly grabbing it in your hand; caressing his cheeks as if he was still there.

“No…” you mumbled, as the tears started to intensify, erupting a series of sobs to break free. Your forehead met his and you felt just how cold his skin was. Fingers digging into his hair you tried to ground yourself, failing miserably as another wave of sobs racked through you, shaking the both of you.

You heard Chouji say something, followed by a shout. It crashed, as a harsh blow hit you, ripping your lover from your hands, before everything went dark.

“Here, your favorite tea.”

You sat up straighter as he placed the cup in front of you, before placing a similar one beside it.

He sat down beside you on the ground, sighing at the simple action. Life as a shinobi wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t for his body.

It was silent, as you watched the steam rise from the cups, pondering over something that nagged at your mind for quite some time now.

“Kakashi.” You finally spoke up, grabbing the cup in your hands, blowing at the hot liquid as you waited for a response. He hummed, before grabbing his own cup.

You bit down on your lip nervously. Sure, he was your sensei, and you weren’t even allowed to be in his apartment this late at night, sitting next to him, looking at his face without the typical ninja mask.

Though you were already 19, seeing as you were a few years older than the others when joining the training, you were still his student alongside Naruto and Sakura.

He had long shown you his face, feeling comfortable enough to do so.

But you loved him, and you couldn’t help it that he returned the feelings. It was a long way to where the two of you were now, always hiding in the shadows and behind closed curtains.

“Promise me something.” You asked of him, to which he turned his head, his silver eye meeting yours. “No matter what happens, promise me you’ll always come back. Please.”

His brows furrowed and the light of the ceiling lamp reflected in his headband as he tilted his head at your plea. However, the terrified look in your eyes must have convinced him not to ask about it.

He nodded, placing his cup back on the small table. “I promise, Y/N.” You breathed a sigh of relief, finally being able to relax a little.

With Pain threatening peace in Konoha, life felt heavier on your shoulders than it already was.

You shuffled a little closer to him on the ground, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. He placed an arm around you, dragging you even closer until you were buried in his side.

He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “I promise.”

You woke with a start, coughing up a handful of sand and dirt. It took a moment to clear your vision, your head spinning from the rapid movement of sitting up.

You noticed Chouji, sitting a few feet beside you with his father lying in front of him.

Your eyes widened, when you remembered what had happened. Frantically looking around, you found him next to you.

Choking on your breath you tried to suppress the tears, feeling yourself begin to hyperventilate while doing so.

“Y/N.” the snale beside you gathered your attention. “You need to calm down, you’re hyperventilating.” As if I didn’t already know that. You thought to yourself, feeling the anger bubble up inside you.

Slowly, your gaze landed back on Kakashi. You pushed yourself onto your knees, sitting beside him. The salt of the tears streaming down your face made the irritated skin burn.

But you didn’t care, not when the person who meant the most to you lay dead in front of you.

Your hands found his jacket, gripping it harshly as your breathing fastened again. “You promised.” You managed to sob, shoulders shaking. “You promised to come back.”

The tears intensified, as your head found a place on top of his chest.

“Y/N.” Chouji tried to reach out to you, but the snale, whose name you didn’t bother to remember, stopped him. “Don’t.” she advised him. “She just lost the love of her life. Let her grieve.”

The look on Chouji’s face must have been priceless, had it been any other situation. He stuttered something incoherent, before falling silent again.

You heard him telling Kakashi that he accomplished his last mission, before he broke down in tears as well.

That Konoha was left only a mere landscape slipped your attention. It had been destroyed as Pain created a big shock wave, destroying everything in his path.

You didn’t pay much attention to the others talking about Naruto fighting Pain, eventually succeeding in doing so.

“Hey, that’s not fair.” You giggled, as the man beside you kept tickling you.

He had every right to do so, seeing as you started by tickling him first. But, of course, you wouldn’t admit that he was right out loud.

“Ka-Kakashi!” you managed to get out between laughs; trying to push him off you, causing the both of you to fall backwards on the pillows spread on the ground, him on top of you.

His breath fanned over your face as he stopped tickling you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your heated skin. A satisfied smirk split his lips and you huffed.

You were trapped and you knew it.

His silver eye sparkled in the light from above, his hair hanging in his face. You wanted to protest, but more than a “You-” wasn’t able to get past your lips, as his connected with yours, swallowing every word of protest.

With a sigh you let him devour your lips, parting them to grant his tongue access. He gladly took the invitation, as his hands roamed the skin of your hips.

“Kakashi!” a voice you first couldn’t place tore you from your dreams. You blinked in confusion, trying to get rid of the sleep fogging your mind.

The voice belonged to Chouji you soon realized, before your eyes found the source of his excitement. The place in front of you where Kakashi lied only a few minutes ago was empty.

Panic made your heart race, as you tried to understand what happened. When your eyes landed on the figure sitting beside you, it stopped, before it started beating even faster.

How was this possible?

His silver eye found yours, as tears started to form in them, making your eyes sting from all the previous crying. With a sob you threw yourself into his arms, clinging to him for dear life.

His arms encircled your body, tightly holding you against him. How was he alive? Not that you complained, though. You were sure you had to thank Naruto for that.

“You’re alive.” You managed to say between sobs, gripping the material of his jacket even tighter. “I-I- I thought I lost you.”

It took a moment for him to respond, as his mind had trouble coping with everything that had happened. “I am.” He then weakly replied, his hand brushing through your hair. “I promised you I’d come back.”

The realization of almost losing him came crushing down on you like a wave, stealing your breath. He died and hadn’t it been for Naruto than he would have never come back.

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On the way through the woods you met Naruto, weakly leaning against a tree.

“Rest a little.” Kakashi told him, before taking the boy on his back. “I’ll carry you.” You couldn’t suppress the teary smile that stretched your lips. He was already back to looking out for others, for his students.

When you entered the village, almost everyone that lived in Konoha came to greet Naruto. Kids clung to him, before Sakura appeared, smacking him upon the head for being so reckless. However, the bone crushing hug she engulfed him in afterwards betrayed her worry for him.

She took him to the others, who cheered for him, throwing him into the air.

Kakashi smiled behind his mask, you could tell at the little wrinkles around his eyes. When he caught you staring at him, he put a hand around your waist, tugging you into his side.

That you were in public and no one except for Chouji knew of your relationship didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. Seeing that everyone was fussing over Naruto whilst calming down from the fight earlier, made you relax a little.

No one would pay attention to you two, and the ones who did could assume that you were supporting Kakashi's weight.

His fingers traced patterns on your skin and you smiled at the fondness.

“Marry me.” He suddenly spoke, keeping his gaze on the crowd of people. Your heart missed a beat, not sure if you heard him right.

You looked at him in shock, causing him to chuckle under his breath before tilting his head in your direction, his gaze meeting yours. “Marry me, Y/N.” he repeated his words.

You let go of the breath you head held in, letting a chuckle of your own escape your lips. You were helplessly in love and you knew you were always going to say yes to the man beside you, never leaving his side.

After all he promised to come back.

So, your answer was clear.

“Yes.”

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chapter 5: Dinner Dilemmas

Story Masterlist

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: SFW (NSFW in later chapters), no warnings for this chapter, only flirting and fluff, mention of explicit reading material (we all know what that means)

wc: 4.3k

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 @angelic-muse for being an amazing beta and friend! <3

The door looked no less intimidating this time around, in fact, it was even more so, and you shook like a leaf caught in an autumn wind. Two days had passed since that fateful encounter with the infamous Kakashi Hatake and in that time he had barely left your thoughts.

At first, you had considered telling no one about the dinner invitation, but after a sleepless night and turning up to work looking as if you had been dragged through a hedge backwards, you had relented. It would have been stupid to pretend that you were alright when questioned by your closest friend, the dark circles beneath your eyes and the dishevelled state of your clothes were a dead giveaway that all was not right.

You dissected the interaction from every possible angle—without revealing the details of your assignment—and it was your friend’s opinion that this was indeed a date. That thought was almost worse than still feeling somewhat confused by the situation, because if it was a date then that meant there was more than a possibility that Kakashi actually liked you, and that was insane.

Glancing down, you eyed the simple charcoal grey dress you wore. It highlighted the curve of your waist, flaring at your hips and falling to your knees. There was no way that you had selected this specific dress because the colour reminded you of the colour of a certain Hokage’s eyes, absolutely not and no one could prove it.

Suddenly, a muffled voice sounded from the other side of the ominous door, forcing you to take a step back in alarm.

“Are you going to knock, or shall we stand here a little longer?”

Trust him to have been alerted to your presence despite your attempts at the lightest of footsteps. Now you felt like a fool, for how long had you stood there pondering what to say or do? Had he been waiting on the other side of the door all this time? Probably considering how sane you could be if this was how you conducted yourself and reconsidering his invitation to dinner. You wouldn’t blame him.

You ground down your molars, lifting your hand only to narrow your eyes at the fist that trembled. The knock was lighter than you intended, though it was far from necessary now. Barely a second passed before the door swung open and even in the face of the man you were quickly becoming infatuated with, you managed to scowl up at him.

It earned you an amused chuckle, and that only made it worse. Your eyes closed whilst you took a calming breath, he might be the hottest man you had ever laid eyes on but that didn’t mean he couldn’t also be a little infuriating.

“How long were you standing there?”

“Do you really want to know the answer to that?” Kakashi quipped back, his head falling to the side and smiling that annoyingly adorable closed-eye smile of his.

Not for the first time did you wish for the ground to open and swallow you whole. The burn of embarrassment stained your cheeks a deep pink even through the light make-up you’d applied nervously in the bathroom only an hour prior.

“Goodbye…”

You made to turn on your heel, to retreat as swiftly as you could and chalk this entire situation up to a memory that would haunt you in the years to come, but you were halted. A hand reached around your wrist, slender fingers, rough in texture closed gently against your skin and you felt the zip of energy travel from where his fingers touched you right through your hand and up your arm.

Nervous eyes turned back towards him, the expression on his face evidence enough that he had felt it too. Silver eyebrows lifted high enough to become obscured by his hair and grey eyes wide in a perplexed look that had you swallowing thickly.

Kakashi hesitated for a moment. What on earth was that feeling that had shot through his hand? It was a redundant question, he had decades of experience with lightning and the electricity that brewed from not only the sky.

His hand fell away now that he was sure you weren’t going to attempt to run out on him. He chose to ignore the flare of panic that had ignited in his chest as you uttered that annoyed goodbye, focusing on the softness that edged your eyes as you stared at one another. Each knowing the other had felt that sensation just as strongly as they had, but unknowing what to say about it or if they should even speak it into existence.

It certainly wasn’t the way he had expected this dinner date to begin, but where was the fun in the standard when you could have literal sparks of energy connecting you both?

“Can we start again?” he asked softly, running the hand that had moments ago been wrapped around your wrist through his hair. “You look… lovely.” The pause was unintentional, an acceptable word to describe what he saw in you stuck in his throat.

Kakashi reminded himself of the lengthy pep talk he had given himself in the bathroom mirror this morning. He was your boss; this really wasn’t a normal situation, and he needed to tread carefully. The soft grey of your dress suited your complexion and the hue of your hair, it was casual enough not to look out of place, but the style complimented you.

He wanted to say you looked beautiful, that the kohl sweeping your lashes and the pastel pink of your lipstick was unnecessary, you didn’t need it–any of it–but he refrained. Opting to gesture for you to turn with him and begin the journey to his home.

The wild pound of your heart had yet to die down. 

So many emotions within the space of a two-minute interaction–irritation, embarrassment, surprise, excitement, gratitude–you had experienced them all and what would usually take you many hours of inner contemplation had to be swept aside in favour of the moment in front of you.

The walk from the Hokage’s office out onto the streets of Konoha had been uneventful, giving you a few minutes of peace and the opportunity to glance at Kakashi standing by your side. He appeared dressed in a similar way to how you had always seen him in the tower, yet there were subtle differences.

His forehead protector was missing, as were the fingerless gloves that you were ashamed to admit had been a prominent feature of many a wayward daydream. You were grateful not to have passed anyone who might have questioned why you were accompanying the Hokage this evening, and more so for the cool evening breeze that diffused a little of the heat from your skin.

Your fingers twisted together in front of your body, peeking sideways long enough to catch Kakashi’s eye and blurting out words so as not to appear as if you had been ogling him. “It was dinner you invited me to, right?”

Only now that you were headed further and further from the main hustle of the village did you realise that he had never elaborated on where this dinner would take place. You were venturing towards more residential streets and even the houses that lined your path became sparse with each subsequent step taken.

“Right, dinner. I hope you don’t mind that I planned to cook for you myself. I’m a rather good cook but I don’t always make the effort if I’m only cooking for myself.” 

That would mean… surely not.

“We’re having dinner in your home?” you squeaked, the wringing of your fingers intensifying.

Kakashi chuckled and the sound was like a ripple of water in a once perfectly still lake, mesmerising and it tingled at the base of your neck. His elbow jostled lightly into your arm, not enough to knock you off balance but enough to be reminded of how close he was to you.

“Well… yes. The alternative is that I feed you whilst you stand outside, but that doesn’t sound all too comfortable for you,” he joked, adopting that lazy smile once more.

He watched as you visibly stiffened. It was endearing as well as concerning and perhaps he had miscalculated. You had known him for all of two minutes and he was inviting you into his home. It made perfect sense to him; Kakashi always felt more at ease and relaxed within the four walls of his house but you weren’t to know that.

“Ah. I’m sorry if that’s come as a shock, I simply find it easier to be myself when I’m not being watched. It’s hard to go out to dinner and not have people stop by to chat or say hello. I’d like for this evening to be a chance for you and me to get to know one another without worrying about interruptions.”

That made sense, it really did. You nodded your understanding and yet it did little to untangle the mass of writhing knots in the depths of your stomach. You were going to be inside his house, Kakashi’s house… the Hokage’s house.

“It’s fine. Pretty sure that if I’m to put my trust in someone, you’re a safe bet, Lord Sixth,” you teased with a wink. You were unsure where your nerve had come from but you wouldn’t question it when it boosted your confidence to see the light pink dust the tops of his cheeks, the sliver of skin visible above his ever-present mask.

Kakashi cleared his throat. “Kakashi, please. Don’t make me ask you again.”

“Kakashi,” you conceded. Testing the weight of his name upon your tongue, feeling the muscle curl towards your teeth as you lilted the syllables for the first time in his presence. You had to admit it sounded nice, and pride flared in your chest at not stumbling over it as you had feared. 

Smiling, you glanced up at him only to find his eyes fixed pointedly on you, staring as if he had words upon the tip of his tongue and yet he swallowed them back whilst you watched. You followed the bob of his Adam’s apple, bemused and perplexed by his reaction, half wanting to ask if something was wrong.

“Here we are,” he said after a long pause. Kakashi gestured with his hand and you followed it eagerly, excited for your first glimpse at the place he called home.

~

It shouldn’t have been this difficult to get you to relax. 

After both of you had slipped off your shoes and padded into the main living space, Kakashi had offered to fetch you a drink whilst he cooked but you weren’t content to simply sit and wait. You were stubborn that was for sure, batting away his persistent reassurances that he didn’t need any help until he relented in giving in a small job in cutting up some vegetables.

It was clear that cooking was not your forte, his eye drawn to the less-than-efficient way you held the knife and the slow work you made in a task that would have taken him seconds, but he didn’t wish to discourage you. Instead, he monitored you like a hawk to prevent injury and praised your efforts when you presented the haphazardly chopped vegetables.

Your bright smile was worth it…

Thankfully this seemed to appease your sense of obligation to help, and in truth, he had prepped a lot of the steps in the early hours of the morning so the meal was close to being finished already. It had been an opportunity to stand a little closer to you, sharing the counter space side by side and if his head had tilted in your direction once or twice simply to admire you then you appeared none the wiser to it.

Kakashi’s thoughts returned to the moment you had first spoken his name, embarrassed by how off guard he had been caught by it. Never had he heard it said so sensually and without meaning to, he certainly didn’t get the impression that you were aware of the salacious inflection of the name from your lips.

As he plated up the pasta dish his mind turned to how it might sound moaned breathlessly into his ear and he had to stop quickly. His hand gripped the edge of the counter, eyes shut for the seconds it took to rearrange his thoughts into something far more appropriate and collected the lightly steaming plates.

Meanwhile, as Kakashi attempted to diffuse the wayward direction of his thoughts, your foot bounced nervously as you took in your surroundings. His house was clean and tidy, if not a little sparse in decoration. Apart from several potted plants and a bookcase that you couldn’t quite see the contents of except to say it was very full, there wasn’t any decor to speak of. You weren’t sure what you had expected but actually, it made sense. He didn’t seem the type to give great weight to material possessions but the place could use a little colour in your humble opinion.

“Dinner’s ready.”

The appearance of Kakashi both alarmed and calmed you, a grin spreading with ease and for a second you simply ate him up with your eyes. He had changed since your short time by his side in the kitchen, and he looked good in the charcoal grey sweater and black pants–real good.

You followed him towards the dining room, again it was tidy and devoid of clutter, and you sat happily in front of the delicious-smelling meal.

“Thank you for the meal,” you recited happily. You took a quick sip of the wine he’d poured before humming gratefully as you began to tuck in. 

To say he was a good cook was an understatement, the simple meal was so flavourful that you fought down a moan of delight from escaping. “This is so—”

The words died in your throat the second your eyes lifted to give your praise of his skill. It was the last thing you were expecting though logically it made sense, how was he meant to eat with the mask in place? Yet knowing that to be reasonable, the sight of Kakashi without the mask obscuring the lower half of his face still stole your breath entirely.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say your throat ran dry, hand raised with a bite of food midair whilst you watched him eat. Never had you seen a man look more attractive, and you knew you never would meet one more so than he. 

The sharp jaw that you could make out even with the mask was accentuated perfectly, his mouth moved as he chewed his food and you spied a small mole or beauty mark beneath the left side. You wanted to touch it… maybe more so than you wanted to run your fingers over the seam of the scar bisecting his eye.

Kakashi looked up, realising you had stopped mid-sentence and tipped his head in confusion. He wiped a napkin across his face, concerned he had food smeared on himself but it was nothing like that and the realisation dawned on him suddenly.

“Oh, the mask. Whilst I can eat stealthily I thought I’d forgo that trouble since I’m alone in your company. You don’t mind seeing this old mug, do you?”

Never in your wildest, most extravagant dreams had you considered lunging across a table to kiss someone, not until that exact moment and it was unsettling. How were you meant to act? Why in the fuck were you even here? It made no sense. He was the Hokage, a goddamn war hero and probably the most eligible bachelor in the entire village, and you were… you. Nothing special across the board. 

“No, I don’t mind at all,” you murmured. “But why am I here? I don’t understand. I came to you about an assignment you might have information on, and now I’m sitting in your home.”

Kakashi frowned at your question, at how your shoulders rolled inwards and the once bright smile he’d seen only minutes ago diminished into an expression of worry and what he interpreted as insecurity of some kind, though he couldn’t quite understand the reason behind it.

This was a conversation he had not anticipated this early, recalling his long discussions with Obito and how he had sworn to be as honest as he could with you. To ensure that you understood his interest was genuine, even if the invitation had been rushed to distract you from your said assignment. At least until he and Obito could work something out that would hopefully not land anyone in hot water. 

You stared into the depths of your pasta, the dish growing cold the longer you left it untouched but you didn’t feel very hungry anymore in the face of your anxieties. Kakashi cleared his throat and your eyes flew up as if commanded to.

“I’m sorry if I’ve caused you confusion. I know that my inviting you here was… hasty. I’ll be honest, as honest as I can be,” he offered and your nose scrunched at that last part before he continued. “I-I’ve noticed you in passing, ever since I became Hokage and you seem like someone I’d like to know more.”

The beat of your heart sped faster, a course of adrenaline flooding your veins and you licked over your lips, the skin suddenly parched. Your fingers trembled around the stem of your wine glass, holding it steady as you took a large gulp beneath the watchful eye of the man sitting opposite you. What should you say? That you were flattered but you still didn’t understand despite what he offered as an explanation. However, Kakashi seemed to have more to volunteer and you were spared from having to speak yet.

“I understand that we met under unusual circumstances and I will, of course, answer any questions you might have relating to the case you’re working on, but I want to be clear that I asked you here as a… a date.”

“I’m nothing special,” you admitted without hesitation or thought. The answering silence was heavy as you met with a face that was unimpressed at best.

“I don’t think you get to decide that,” Kakashi stated flatly, his tone cool for the first time. It made you sit up a little straighter.

Kakashi tentatively reached his hand across the table, the very tips of his fingers touched your knuckles for the briefest moment. “Please eat, and tell me a little about yourself. Let me be the one to decide whether you’re special or not.”

It was impossible to deny him those simple requests, not when they were asked with such heartfelt sincerity. It truly would be a shame to waste such a wonderful meal and after a moment of pause, you resumed your eating much to Kakashi’s delight.

You still weren’t used to seeing him like this, not just without his mask but in any kind of informal setting. As you considered what to tell him, you watched him eat slowly and it was obvious he was watching you too. 

A couple of idiots… that’s what you were.

The conversation flowed more naturally after your outburst and slowly but surely, you relaxed enough that it was quite funny to hear his take on certain things. You told him how your father had been a Jonin many years ago but was now retired. Kakashi asked for his name which you gave. It was cute that he claimed to have heard of him and that he had been a brave man, an asset to Konoha in his words.

He asked if you had ever considered the shinobi life, chuckling at your abrupt laughter and explanation that you had no aptitude for it as well as no regret over that fact. 

Kakashi was intrigued to discover you enjoyed reading and rather passionately too, your eyes lit up as you spoke about your interest. He too was an avid reader and he was quite sure that the entire village and surrounding lands were aware of that. 

“So, is it true?” you asked with a timid smile.

“Is what true?”

You coughed, swallowing a small sip of wine the wrong way and you couldn’t quite believe you were even asking this, maybe the wine was going to your head. “Well, the rumour is that you have a bit of a habit of reading books of a certain nature, and quite publicly too.”

Kakashi blushed. The entirety of his cheeks warmed to a brilliant pink and you noticed the colour even crept to the tips of his ears. It was both the most endearing thing you might have ever witnessed and also the funniest. Here was the man in charge of the entire village and he was blushing like a teenager who was caught staring too long at a crush.

For a moment you didn’t think he was going to answer, but with a sheepish expression that made you tingle all over, he nodded dutifully.

“Guilty as charged.” He sighed and looked off towards the living room you had previously occupied, you guessed at the overstuffed bookcase. “It started as a kind of ‘fuck you’ to some of my elders that developed into a habit that I’ve never been able to quit.”

Interesting…

You mused over his cursory answer, swirling the remnants of your near-empty glass and in a mad moment of courage you met his stare with a salacious smile. He was first to look away and that only served to bolster your confidence when he stuttered and spoke again.

“It’s not like I’m walking around with a perpetual hard-on.”

Even to your ear, he sounded pouty but there was no real bite of annoyance to it. He stood with the now empty dishes in hand and walked towards the kitchen, and you were quick to follow closely at his back. Kakashi sensed your presence far more intensely this time, you were a full footstep closer whilst he walked and he was certain that you were now relaxed in his presence. It must be true if you were willing to ask such a question, one he was a little shy over but underneath it, he liked being just that little bit vulnerable with you. It wasn’t something he allowed himself with anyone else and it was strangely more cathartic than he had expected.

It was hard not to snort in laughter at that last comment and you’d be lying if you were to say it was easy not to let your eyes lower to the place below the waist in question, just to check. The wine had to be affecting you at this point as everything was bathed in a soft glow from the now pitch black outside and the few lights on within the house. It made things seem more intimate and you could admit that you liked it rather a lot.

With the dishes set in the sink to soak, Kakashi turned to lean on the counter and simply admired you in front of him. There was a noticeable height difference but one that he didn’t mind in the least, in fact, he liked it. It seemed there was a lot of liking going on right now, not that either of you was aware of the other's current train of thought.

A lull had fallen in the conversation, the last remark about hard-ons making it feel amusingly difficult to restart things but there was no feeling of discomfort to the stretch of silence. It made other sounds far more obvious, such as Kakashi’s slightly increased heart rate and the barely perceptible hitch in your breathing despite there being no evident reason for it.

You reckoned that had this moment played out on a big screen you would have been certain a kiss scene was approaching, but living it made you a lot more cautious. Not least because crossing that particular line would come with consequences and ones you weren’t sure you could recover from. Kissing the Hokage was definitely to be considered a no-no for a subordinate but that was his call to make, right? Right?

Kakashi was the first one to move, closing the small distance and reaching out to pull free your bottom lip that you were worrying with your teeth without realising. His touch was featherlight, the barest graze of his thumb across your lip and you froze beneath his hooded stare. You wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and beckon him to your lips like a siren calling to a sailor but trepidation and the fear of the unknown stopped you.

No, it wasn’t the fear of the unknown, it was the fear of acceptance and reciprocation that had you pausing. You wished you weren’t so inside your head, so wrapped up in insecurities that you couldn’t appreciate the honest interest that was staring right into your face.

He was so close, one more inch lower and you’d be breathing the same air. The scent of your shampoo and the faint dab of perfume ensnared him fully and it was difficult to think about anything else than how you might feel in his arms, against his mouth. Would you taste sweet? Would you melt against him? So many possibilities and he wanted to learn the answers.

This was it. The final moment to pull yourself free and stop this from happening. To thank him for the meal, walk out the door and into a future that wouldn’t include him. Kakashi Hatake wanted to kiss you, there was no way of denying it now and your pulse shot through the roof. You had always thought it corny when you read in books how it seemed that time stood still but there was no other way of describing how this moment felt and you finally understood the expression. It was as if there was only you and he in the entire world and nothing else mattered.

Could you possibly accept him?

Would he accept you?

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[hyuganejiswife]

Kakashi as a Dad

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| GNReader, REQUESTED, new format bc I havent written head cannons yet, so hopefully you like this, these are just my opinions

alright bear with me for a new format, I havent written headcannons before

Kakashi as a dad is really patient with his kids…

honestly, I see him with one kid, two at the most

this man is so soft when they’re born, those books you give him a hard time over are nowhere in sight and his full undivided attention is on the baby

(and you if you birthed it, if you had a surrogate, then he’s super kind and gentle with them, thanking them profusely for your new bundle of joy)

this man is weak when it comes to them, which often turns into you being the bad guy

forgets he’s a dad and sometimes plays the role of a best friend more than father

and don’t get me started on uncle Gai visiting

No. Just no.

HE TRIES TO TEACH THE BABY TAIJUTSU AND KAKASHI WOULD LET HIM

Kakashi would 10/10 kick his ass

Kakashi with a little girl… he does tea parties with her, that’s his little princess. Whatever she wants she gets

He also boosts her ego by play fighting and letting her win

Super protective as she gets older

Lowkey doesn’t want her to be a ninja because he wants to keep her as safe as possible

10/10 would be the exact same way with a son

No way in hell would he willingly let him or his sister join…

Is almost tempted to sabotage their exams

He will help them train. He knows that if they’re going to succeed that they need the best teacher and that would absolutely be him

As Hokage, he’s careful that he makes sure he divides his time evenly

He knows how easy it is to get wrapped up in work and not be there for his family, but he swore to you the minute he would never abandon you or your children

Certainly not for the Hokage title

If you asked him to resign, he would

But you would never

And his kids are just as understanding

And way too proud to let him

They’d just show up at the office and hangout while he works, practicing their jutsu and getting advice when they could

He’s also 100% supportive of whatever his children identify as or with.

He tries to be a wingman… for both.

He just embarrasses them.

If they identify with the opposite gender than what they were assigned at birth? He’s the first to correct or threaten anyone who calls them by their deadname.

Will take the kid to get their hair cut or dyed or whatever else.

Non-binary? Like me! immediately transitions to calling the kid they/them

Kakashi would simply love his family. End of story. Nothing could break that love or bond he has with them.

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[stickywhiteash]

Can of Worms || Kakashi x reader

Warnings: Terminal illness, Death, Angst Word Count: (1.3k)

Like sandpaper taken to a wooden block, you were worn down, reduced to sawdust. There was nothing that could be done to hold you together any longer. Wood glue could help, but it’ll only delay the inevitable.

In your home you sit in the dark, patiently waiting as the clock ticks by. Though exhausted, the rapid flow of thoughts prevented a peaceful sleep. It felt suffocating, threatening to drown you.

The front door opens followed by a hushed, “I’m home.” A dim light flickers on to reveal your still figure. After removing his shoes, he finds his way to the couch, sinking next to you. Kakashi’s arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tender hug.

“What’s the matter..?”

“We need to talk. It’s important.”

His chest tightens and he squeezes you more. Had he done something wrong or perhaps the opposite, a lack of action? Immediately he tries to think of things he missed. An anniversary, a chore forgotten, something anything.

He did notice that you were looking more and more ragged every week, every day. Could he have been the cause of it and hadn’t noticed?

It can’t be. Kakashi knows you. If something he did bothered you, you’d let him know immediately! Or at the very least, you’d stew in your annoyance for a few days then tell him. Most major arguments were discussed and settled in at the longest a week after the point has been brought up. Still, the possibility was there.

Noticing his heart rate spike and his breathing becoming more labored, you nuzzle into him and peck his cheek.

“Kakashi, would you love me if I was a worm?”

The dial-up noise rings through his skull. All of his thoughts come screeching to a halt.

“Ah—what?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Black bewildered eyes stare back into yours as he pulls away. "A worm?"

"Mhm."

Kakashi feigns being offended and states his next words matter-of-factly.

“I have loved you for 30 years now and will until the end of time. Whether you turn into a worm, a butterfly, or even a snake. I love you unconditionally. If we couldn’t find a way to transform you back.. Hmm.”

Kakashi crosses his arms and leans back, searching for an answer. His momentary silence worrying you. If you couldn't provide for him like a normal person, would he leave you? The next words that he speaks clears the anxiety fog.

“Well, I don’t know much about worm keeping, but it probably starts with a tank containing the proper dirt and nutrients for whatever species worm you turn into. I'd fill it with all of your favorite fruits so the dirt would taste like them when it decomposes. ”

A wry smile makes its way to your face, “Even if I could do nothing more for you? Even if I was useless?”

Cocking his head towards you he replies, “Naturally. That falls under unconditionally. It was never because of your talents or the things you have done for me that I fell for you. Your personality was what pulled me in. The way you interact with the world.. It’s you that I love. You can never be useless to me. Your existence is not valued by what you can contribute to me or the world, my love. Don't forget that. ”

The taste of iron on your tongue burns when you bite the inside of your cheek. Though you've asked him such a ridiculous question that could have been easily brushed off, this man decides to sing you praise and comfort. Lucky, blessed, to have him in your life.

Time is running out.

Taking in a sharp breath, you pressed on, “Would you let me die?”

“Never.”

“What if I asked you to?”

“I don’t think I can.”

Your voice cracks, “Could you love me enough to let me go?”

Kakashi sits up straight and takes your hand in his. Brows furrowing.

“. . . I’m sorry? What’s this about?”

“No, I’m sorry— That I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want you to worry and get in the way of your work.”

“Please. Explain.”

You do your best to not choke over your words. It was the moment of truth to come clean. They rush out like a river that had broken a dam.

“I- I’m sick and I’m not getting better. It’s never going to get better ‘Kashi,” you whisper, pressing the back of his hand to your wet cheek. “I don’t know how much time I have left. I also didn’t want you to leave once you found out.”

He searches for any hint of a lie, but there are none. It explained so much why you’ve been so lethargic and are less. Why especially in the past month you’ve been distant. You have been trying to figure out how to break the news to him.

His free hand balls into a tight fist and his eyes sstare down. You can tell by the way he’s hunched over a bit and turned to stone that a panic attack may be imminent. It was inevitable.

Of course this was how he would react to losing another loved one. Taken away too soon. At the very least, it wasn’t during battle, in the middle of war.

In a hushed tone, you attempt to grab his attention, “Hey, Kakashi. It’s okay. I’m still here. I’m still with you.” Both of your hands cover his and lay them in your lap. Gently you stroke their backs in circles with your thumbs. “Breathe, my dear.”

Minutes pass and you two sit, leaning against each other, in comfortable silence. Breathing patterns match after exchanging tears. Puffy eyes weighted with the burden of the unknown threaten to shut.

Hesitantly, you and Kakashi go to bed with heavy hearts. When sleep finally takes over, you’re trapped within his limbs, holding on to you for dear life. The scent of him fills your nose and you’re able to dream about him peacefully.

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A little over 2 years has passed. You were able to cling on to the thin thread of life for a good year or so, but the inevitable came and it came crashing down hard. All of your things still decorate the building. Some have moved different locations but not out of sight. A decent chunk of your collections and figurines now have a beautiful display case dab smack next to the entryway. Plushies that once only stayed in a hanger in the corner of the room or on the bed now scattered everywhere. The couch, some seats taken at the kitchen table, in the dog beds. Kakashi’s pack have been snuggling with them, none harmed on the little hair on their heads.

Grief has been hard on the man.

In the first month you’ve passed he’d taken on more duties to keep his mind off of you. When Kakashi isn’t working he’s off at the graveyard visiting Rin and Obito’s tombstones. To bring himself in front of yours would be too much to bear.

Next few months he cleans the home and constantly rearranges belongings. Only a few things stay exactly the way they were. He knows you’d hate it if he let himself rot with all the dust collecting on your belongings.

Eventually he’ll have to ‘move on.’ What a silly thing to say. Move on. As if the deaths of everyone he’s loved were an obstacle in his daily life. Leave them in the past.

Carry on. Now that sounds more suitable. Carry on their spirits in his heart until his own demise comes. Carry the memories long enough and eventually the weight of grief gets lighter. The beloved time spent together get brighter instead of being shrouded in shadows of regret. Regret not having enough time. Spending enough with you.

On your death anniversary he lays a picnic blanket down by your tombstone and brushes off any debris laying on the plaque. A full meal cooked for two.

“In a few years.. you’d probably have turned into a worm by now. Maybe even multiple. Funny how that works.”

“Today, I still love you. In a few years, even then. Even when you can’t talk back to me like we used to and even though you’re gone and passed on, I still love you. My love is unwavering and I miss you every day. I love you so much that I will continue living the best I can for you, my friends, everyone.”

“When I turn into a worm too I hope to see you then.. and that you’d love me still”

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #naruto #0111.doc #angst #cw death #cw terminal illness

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*none of the art in this post is mine. All love goes to the artists who created them. I'm not sure who the artists are.*

🔞 NO MINORS! MINORS DNI!

CHEATING.

Kiba x F!reader

Kakashi x F!reader

Warnings: cheating, jealousy, angst, smut, lactation kink, labor.

Word count: 6.3k

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You were surprised when you opened the door to find the 6th hokage at your doorstep. He was here to inform you that your husband will be on his mission for a couple extra days. Which was a weird lie, and you could tell he was lying. Nonetheless, you invited him in for wine and to talk about why he would be gone for a few extra days. 

He claimed that Kiba and Akamaru were having a hard time tracking the scent of Orochimaru. You raised a brow at this. That just wasn't possible. They both had an impeccable sense of smell. You didn't understand what the point was of this visit and the lies. 

Next thing you knew, he kissed you with such need that it made you dizzy. He pushed you down against the floor. He caged you in with his arms. You moaned into the kiss, only slightly pushing away. 

You had been lonely since Kiba had been going on a lot of missions lately. He was hardly home. Kakashi was stripping you down in seconds. His hands were everywhere. He picked you up as if you weighed nothing. 

"Where's the bed?" He asked as he kissed your neck. 

You pointed, and he walked towards it. He laid you down on the bed and stripped out his own clothes. He kissed your nipples and down your body. He started lapping at you pussy, until you were wet enough to take him. 

"Ah!~ Kashi! Please! I can't take it!~" You cry out as your moans escape from your lips. 

  "You tell no one. I just... I need this. I've been watching you. I hate seeing you with him. I've been wanting you for a year. I want to feel what he gets to feel. You know why I've been sending him out so much. It's because I have been waiting for you to be so needy that you won't fight me." He says as he lines himself up with your dripping wet hole. 

He pushes into you with a long moan and stuttering breath. Your pussy clenching around him as he bottoms out. He knew you two hadn't had a chance to fuck. The most Kiba had time for was to come home, shower, and sleep a couple hours because he was sent out on another mission as soon as Kakashi could come up with one. 

Your moans were falling from your lips like a symphony to Kakashi's ears as he snapped his hips into your sweet tight pussy. You felt like you were untouched because of how long it had been since you and Kiba last had sex. 

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Kiba was back in the village earlier than expected. His feet were dragging. Akamaru was exhausted. They both just wanted to sleep. He didn't even have the energy to shower. He walked towards you and his home without even lifting his head to greet anyone. His body was aching; he had bruises and new cuts covering his arms and a couple on his face.

All he could think about was being in bed with you, inhaling your scent, and relaxing until the next mission since Kakashi was always coming up with new ones fast. He thought he was only being sent out because he was recognized as good as what he did. 

As he got within 50 feet of his home. He could smell you. Your arousal. It was so strong, he had only smelt it that strong when the two of you were fucking. Then, he got a bit closer and smelt male sweat. He growled. He was pissed, heartbroken. His nose never failed him. He knew you were cheating before he even opened the door. 

Your moans were so loud he heard them through the front door. He also heard grunts of a male. He walked into the house, and straight to the room with claws out, ready to kill the man fucking his wife. When he saw the man on top of you with a mask down around his throat he was shocked. He ran towards him, and was about to throw him to the ground but was thrown back. 

Kakashi wasn't letting anything or anyone stop him from having you the way he has always wanted. When you saw Kiba you froze at first before you started pushing Kakashi away. 

"Tsk tsk. No, no, sweetheart. You were so willing until your mutt showed up." His hips were relentless as he grunted and moaned in your ear. You weren't strong enough to throw him off of you. 

Kakashi was sucking and biting your neck. He started rubbing your clit. He knew you were close, and so was he. You tried to hold in your orgasm you really did, but you couldn't. Your back arches, a loud moan escaped you, your eyes rolled back, and you squirted. 

"Oh fuck yeah baby.. that's it, baby... cum all over my cock~... show your mutt how good I'm making you feel!... ah!~ fuck! Cuuuuumming!" He says it loud and a bit dramatic. He wanted to hurt Kiba. He wanted him to leave you. 

You started crying as she was coming down from your high. "No! No! No! Not inside! I don't want this! You! You manipulated me! You knew he was coming home, didn't you!" 

"You were willing. You invited me in for wine. You pointed to the room when I asked where it was. You didn't say no until now. You were begging while I was eating that sweet pussy. You ... ah! Haaaahhhh ahh! Fuu-uckkk!~" He was cut off as he at the very least pulled out, and came all over your stomach. 

Kiba was standing there, jaw clenched, claws digging into the flesh of his palms. He couldn't kill the hokage no matter how badly he wanted to. He couldn't believe you squirted for Kakashi. He hated everything about this. He hated that he felt like he was frozen in one spot. He watched as kakashi came on your stomach. He watched as he put his clothes back on and left with a smirk.

He watched as you used tissues from the nightstand to clean the cum off. He watched as you covered up to your ears with a blanket trying to cover up the evidence of Kakashi's  marks even though Kiba was standing there watching it happen. He watched as you couldn't even look him in the eyes. 

He finally spoke after staring at you like he was disgusted with you. "I want a divorce. I don't want anything to do with you. I want you out of my house. I don't care where you end up. I loved you, and I come home to you fucking Kakashi! Kakashi of all people! The fucking rrrrrrrah!" 

He turned around, punching a hole in the wall, making you jump. "You know you're pregnant, right? I know it. I can smell the change in your hormones. You're a month and a half." He chuckled darkly. "The thing is... at this point I don't even know if it's fucking mine! How many other men have you fucked on our bed while I've been out on missions?" 

You were shocked to find out you were pregnant, but you knew you needed to say something to save your marriage.  "I.. I... I didn't... I don't.. Please, Kiba, listen to me. I've never cheated on you... this... this... He manipulated me! I didn't mean to. He was doing this on purpose! He said he was sending you out on missions as much as he could just to get to me." You tried to explain. You didn't want Kiba to leave you. You didn't want a divorce. You and Kiba had been inseparable since you were little kids. You didn't know what to do without him. 

"Oh? it was just really convenient for him to come over, and fuck you the same day that I'm coming home! Fuck! I can't even look at you right now. I'm not sleeping here. I want you out by the time I come back tomorrow." With that he walked out slamming the door so hard it caused a crack down the middle of it. 

You curled up in a ball, staring at the door with tears streaming down your cheeks as you hoped Kiba would come back... You wish this was all a nightmare. You wish you wouldn't have invited Kakashi in for wine. You didn't think anything of it at first. You thought it was the polite thing to do, to invite the hokage. You didn't know his intentions... You didn't exactly put up a fight to stop him either...

You sobbed until you passed out. You woke up in the morning and didn't leave. 

He walked the streets until he ended up at Shino's house. Shino let him sleep on the couch. Kiba didn't say anything about what happened. He didn't want anyone to know. 

He was numb, and he hardly talked. He just tried to act like nothing was wrong, even though every time he closed his eyes, he saw you falling apart under Kakashi instead of him. He didn't really sleep. He woke up crying by 4 am. Then, he was at a shushu-ya open. He was downing sake like it was water. He wanted so badly to get the image out of his head. 

He stumbled home at about 8. He could smell that you were still there. He stumbled through the door to see three of you on the couch. He couldn't tell which one was actually you or the blur of his drunkenness. "Oh, look! It's my whore wife! Kakashi here again? Should I leave you two to fuck on my fucking couch?!" 

He stumbled towards the kitchen and fell. He crawled towards the fridge, pulling out a bottle of sake. He started chugging it. "Didn't I fuckin tell you to get out of my house?! D-d-did you thunk I'd change my fuckin mind?" 

"Kiba... you're drunk... let me help you to the bed." You start walking towards him, but Akamaru pulls you back lightly with his mouth on your hand. You look down at him with sad eyes. He had never done that before. You knew it was better to listen to Akamaru, but you wanted to fix this. 

"Bed!? You mean the one you cheated on me in! Your on fucking drugs or something aren't you?!" He drank more of the sake. 

"Ok, ok... I shouldn't have suggested the bed. We can get a new bed. Let me help you to the couch... please Kiba..  I don't want our marriage to go in the garbage because of my mistake... I love you, Kiba... I'm sorry..." You started crying as you pulled your hand out of Akamaru's mouth. You walked towards your husband on the floor. 

You reached your hand out to help him up, but he swatted it away. "Don't fuckin touch me!" 

You sit down on the floor in front of him. "Kiba... please don't do this. I know I fucked up, but at least let me help you..."

Kiba chugged the bottle. "I don't need you. I don't need your help. I can do it, my Goddamn self. Leave." 

"Kib..."

He cut you off. "I SAID... GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!! GET THE FUCK OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT! get the fuck out..." He started sobbing. Akamaru came and laid over his legs protectively, growling at you. 

You started crying, too, but you forced yourself to get up and walk away. You didn't leave, though. You went to the room and stripped the bed. You put all the bed sheets and blankets in a garbage bag. You pulled out fresh ones. You spray the bed and remake it. 

You cleaned the room and reorganized. You went to the bathroom with his laundry and started washing them in the bathtub. You tried to just do as you normally would and more. You refused to leave. 

You knew you fucked up, but you loved Kiba more than anything. You went to the kitchen after a couple of hours when you were done. You saw Kiba passed out on the floor with Akamaru laying on top of him. 

"Akamaru... can you take him to the bed?" You tilted your head. You knew he understood you. You have been around Kiba since before Akamaru came into his life. You both could communicate with him.

He growled but did what you said. You helped pull Kiba onto his back, and he took him to the room, carefully hopping on the bed with him on his back. 

You started preparing to cook. You made all of Kiba's favorite foods. Things he couldn't resist. She made the special food for Akamaru that Kiba taught her how to make.

Akamaru smelt it and couldn't resist. He left a sleeping Kiba to go see what you were doing. He walked out suspicious of what you were up to. He was stressed by how tense the house felt, by not being at home last night, by everything that was happening. You look over and smile at Akamaru. 

"Hungry?" You ask as you mix the food. You walk over, placing it on the floor in front of him. "It's your favorite... I'm sorry for everything. I love you.. you're such a good boy." You scratch the behind of his ear and kiss the top of his head. 

You get back to making food, waiting for Kiba's clothes to dry. You mop and sweep the floor after Akamaru gets done eating and goes back in the room with Kiba. 

After everything looks spotless, you sit down and write him a 10 page front and back apology letter. You explain how much you love him. You mention precious memories that make you happy when you are sad. You tell him that you have never cheated on him before. You tell him the baby is his. You swear there's no way it couldn't be his. You tell him everything you love about him. You beg for forgiveness. Tear drops staining the pages.

Even after your hand had long since given out. You still didn't think it was enough. You thought he would never forgive you. You just hoped that after he sobered up that you could have a conversation with him without him yelling at you to leave. 

You curled up in his hoodie on the couch. You cried more. You couldn't stop crying. You cried so much it made you nauseous. You got up and ran to the bathroom. That was what woke Kiba up after sleeping for 6 hours. 

He heard you puking. His instinct was to check on you, hold your hair back for you, but he was irritated that you hadn't left yet. He then smelt the food you had made. He walked right past the bathroom that you were puking into the kitchen. 

He opened the containers, taking a bite from one of the foods you made. He knew what you were trying to do... apologize. He just couldn't. He couldn't get the image out of his head. The whole time he slept, he saw you under Kakashi. He dreamt of killing him. 

He noticed how clean everything was. After he warmed up his food, he noticed the thick letter on the table. He didn't want to open it. He didn't want to listen or read what you had to say. 

You came out after brushing your teeth and washing your face. You had your hands holding onto the inside of his long sleeves because his hoodie was big on you. You look at him eating the food you made. Your heart pounds in your chest. You didn't know what to do or say. You walked into the kitchen with your head down. You poured him a glass of water and brought him some pain killers cause you were sure he had a hangover. 

You set them down beside him. "It.. it should help with the headache you get every time you drink. If it helps, I.. i.. didn't put you to bed. I asked A-a-akamaru to. I-i-i also changed everything on the bed before he put you in it... I just didn't want you sleeping on the floor..." 

He didn't say anything. He didn't even look at you. He took the pills and drank the water. He continues eating. 

You nod slightly, knowing he's not going to respond. You take a clothes basket and go outside. You pull his clothes down from the clips and go back inside with your head down. You fold his clothes and put them away. 

Kiba picks up the letter while you're folding the clothes in the bedroom. He reads it, and let's silent tears drop. He doesn't actually want a divorce. He feels like the baby is his. He knows he's been gone a lot. He believed you when you wrote that that was the only time you cheated. He never had any suspicions before, and surely he would've smelt it on you or in the house if you did. 

He finishes the food and reads the letter. He walks into the room as you're putting the clothes away and grabs you from behind. You freeze at first, but then start crying.

You tremble in his arms. "P-please, Kiba. Don't make me leave. I-I love you... I don't know what to do without you. Y-you're my best friend. Love of my life. I know I made a mistake... just... just let me make it up to you. You don't have to forgive me... just please don't leave me." You sob. 

His hand goes to your stomach. He turns you around and lifts your head with his fingertip under your chin. He looks deep into your red, puffy, teary eyes. "I'm not gonna make you leave." He presses his head to yours. "It's just going to take me a while to get over this, ok?" 

You nod and sniffle. 

"I wanted to kill him... hell... I wanted to hurt you. You don't understand how crazed I felt. Think about it, y/n... if you were going on constant missions... you thought you could come home to cuddle with me and get some rest, but you find me with another woman in our bed. What would you do?.." He had tears streaming down his cheeks. 

You didn't know what you would do. You knew you would be beyond broken, crushed. You probably would've wanted him to leave, too. You probably would've wanted to hurt them. "I-I would've been acting the same as you... maybe worse..." 

"Yeah, exactly. I'll tell you what... let's take this slow. I'm not ready to be around you. Or in this room. I don't think I can sleep in this room ever again... we need to start over, ok?" Kiba sniffles. 

You nodded in agreement. He kissed your forehead and was about to walk away, but Akamaru had other ideas. He stood behind him and nudged Kiba back towards you. 

He rolled his eyes at Akamaru's meddling to push you two together, but Kiba knew he didn't like you two fighting. Kiba kissed you softly. You kissed him back. He felt like it was one tiny step in the right direction. 

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Kiba bought a new house. It was as far away from the hokage as possible. He still went on missions, but he didn't want his pregnant wife anywhere near that son of a bitch. He refused to do constant missions. Kakashi allowed it because Kiba threatened to tell everyone what he did. 

Kiba was home a lot more. He went to every appointment. He tried to be there for everything. This was his child growing inside you. He wasn't just going to leave. 

Kiba laid on the couch with you next to him. He laid his head on your stomach as the baby kicked and made his head bounce. He wouldn't let you get up unless you absolutely needed something. The feeling of the baby kicking him lulled him to sleep. 

You, on the other hand, had been on punishment, basically. You haven't gotten any sex. You were purposely interrupted from touching yourself every single time. He or Akamaru would go in the room and ignore what you were trying to do. Instead, they would just bug you until you gave up trying to get off. 

You could barely take it anymore. Even having him this close to you was making you wet, and he could smell it as he was starting to wake up. You tried to reach down and touch yourself, but his hand grabbed your wrist so fast that you barely made it an inch towards your aching cunt. 

"P-please, I can't... I can't take it anymore." You stuttered as you wanted to cry. You were 8 months along and suffering. Not only were you pregnant, exhausted, feet swollen, unable to roll in bed without Kiba's help, everything was a chore. On top of being horny as fuck most of the time. It was ten times worse when Kiba was home, which was a lot more than before. "I... I need you, or if you don't want to at least let me do it myself. P-please, Kiba." You whined. 

"Tsk tsk... you know I really want to punish you longer, y/n... but also deep down, I feel like I'm torturing myself... just the smell of your arousal is making me so fucking hard right now." He said in a low growl. 

His hard on was pressed against your leg. He started shallow thrusts against your leg. He was fast to get mad because it wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside you. He hadn't been inside you in 7 months, and it was driving him mad. 

He picked you up and ran to your new bedroom with a bigger bed. He laid you down on it, ripping your clothes off you. He hit his lip. "Fuuuuck, I'm gonna get you pregnant again after you have this one.~ pregnancy looks so fucking hot on you..." He cups his hand on your sore breasts. "I mean fuckin look at these! They are so swollen, and full of milk... I wanna taste..~" He latches on to your nipple, sucking hard. He was surprised when your milk sprayed into his mouth, and let out a low moan.It was so sweet he couldn't get enough. He wanted to fuck you while he drank from you. 

You watched as milk dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. You bit your lip moaning. He pulled his pants off and ripped his shirt off down the middle because he didn't want to stop sucking on your addictive milk. 

He started fingering you while he sucked. He found all your sweet spots just like before. He stuck a pinky in your ass and curled his two middle fingers up just right to hit your g-spot. His thumb massages circles on your clit. You immediately were moaning uncontrollably because of the amount of pleasure you were getting after months of punishment. 

He had you cumming in a matter of 4 minutes. He knew your body inside and out. That made him smirk against your breast. 'Kakashi didnt know jackshit about what you liked. That bitch boy just wanted to fuck you.' He thought to himself. 

He wasted no time lining his throbbing cock up with your entrance, and slamming into you as he switched breasts. He moaned and growled as he snapped his hips into yours. All that could be heard were your moans and the wet squelching and slapping of your wet pussy and his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. 

He was in heaven right now, milk dripping down his chin while balls deep in your pussy. He couldn't think of anything better. 

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After hours of him fucking you in different positions, making you cum over and over again. You were so full of his cum it was becoming a puddle of your's and his cum mixed on the bed beneath you. 

This round felt different, though. It started with a small ach that you just chopped up to how much sex you guys have been having, mixed with how far along you were and the lack of sex before this point. You ignored the pain until it became more intense. You were both about to cum. 

He could sense something was wrong as he emptied his cum inside you again. He was about to ask what was wrong until there was a gush down his balls and legs from you. It didn't smell like when you came, and he immediately pulled out of you, started panicking. It was 4am. He was exhausted, and so were you. 

There was a long cramp that lasted about a minute. They were 5 minutes apart. You gripped his arms so hard that your nails made him bleed. "Kiba! Something is wrong!" You cried. 

"Shhh! Sh! Sh! Baby, breath! I think your water just broke." He ran to get sweats on and pulled an oversized nightgown on you. "I got you. I got you, baby." He cooed as you cried in pain. He didn't know what to do. You guys lived quite far from the village hospital. He didn't think he could get you there in time. 

"AKAMARU!" Kiba yelled, and Akamaru immediately busted down the door. "Go find someone to help! Anyone! Bring them here!" Akamaru was gone in under a sec, searching for anyone nearby at 4 am. He found someone and barked at them. He was frantic. The person was a bit confused as to why Akamaru approached them, but it seemed urgent. So, they followed him back to yours and Kiba's home. 

You were already pushing at this point. Kiba was trying his best to comfort you. He had a cold towel over your forehead, a towel underneath you. He had a suction bulb on the bed along with scissors to cut the cord. He had never seen someone give birth; he only knew some things from a book he skimmed through to be prepared for what to expect when you go into labor. 

He was panicking as he was on his knees between your legs, trying to hold them open. "KIBA! I CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS! IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD! I FEEL LIKE IM BEING RIPPED APART! AAAAAAHHHHHH! FUCK!" You screamed as you pushed through another contraction. You couldn't see as your vision was blurred by tears. You saw a tall figure walk into the room.

"Baby, shhh... you gotta focus on your breathing. Breath me. I'm not going anywhere. We're going to get through this..." His head turned to see who Akamaru brought and was immediately pissed the fuck off. "No! Fuck no! You are not going anywhere near my wife or her pussy again." 

"I don't think you have a choice. I've delivered a baby twice, and you have no idea what you're doing. If you wanna do this by yourself, and risk losing your child and your wife... then be my guest, but I highly doubt you want that. You don't have anyone else with experience to help you. So, the choice is yours, Kiba." Kakashi was smug about this. He knew that Kiba had no choice but to let Kakashi help him deliver his baby. 

Kiba didn't have a lot of time to think about it as you started screaming at the top of your lungs when another contraction hit you. "Fine! Fuck! Just. Just tell me what to do!" Kiba growled at Kakashi. 

"First, would you rather help pull him or her out, or would you like to cut the cord? You can't do both. I'm not handing an idiot like you a pair of scissors while you're holding a baby. Also, you can't hold her legs open and be ready to pull and catch your baby. I am going to have to touch her in some way whether you like it or not." Kakashi stood beside Kiba. He could see that you were crowning or what some women call the ring of fire. You were crying and screaming and then panting during the short breaks between contractions. 

Kiba growled at him and stood up. "I swear to God if you fuck something up, and she dies. I'm gonna fucking kill you!" He pushed you forward enough for him to sit with you between his legs.  

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Says the man who has no idea what he's doing and was about to do it alone." Kakashi pushed your legs up towards Kiba, who grabbed them to hold them up and open. 

Kakashi was too close to your vagina for Kiba's liking, but just tried to focus on you. "Breath with me, baby. You gotta breathe, or you're going to pass out. Breathe in... breathe out... breathe in... Breathe out..." He was trying to talk you through it.

"The baby's head is out. You gotta push for me just two more times, Y/N. You can do it. I know you can." Kakashi had his hands cradling the baby's head, ready to assist in getting the shoulders out.  

Kiba's jaw clenched at how Kakashi said that to you. He whispered in your ear. "Push for me, baby. Just two more times, and we'll have our baby..." 

You push again, screaming...

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After 2 hours of pussy ripping labor, your's and Kiba's baby was born. Kakashi held the baby up, using the suction bulb to pull the amniotic fluid from his lungs. You finally heard him cry, and it made you cry tears of joy. Kiba cried as he cut the cord. 

Kakashi had to make due with a sewing kit he saw in the cabinet. He stitched the rip up. "You two will need to abstain from sex for 6 weeks, Kiba." He grabbed the baby blanket from the crib, taking the baby from your arms and wrapped the baby in it. He had noticed that you had passed out holding your new baby and handed the baby to Kiba after he crawled out from behind you. 

"I will go get one of the village doctors to make sure everything is ok with her and your daughter, and bring him here. I don't think she will be waking up anytime soon. She's exhausted. So, let her sleep. Keep the baby warm." He turned to leave. 

"Thank you... I still hate you, but thank you for helping.. I don't think I could've done it on my own..." Kiba spoke but didn't really look up. He couldn't take his eyes off his beautiful daughter, who had stopped crying, and was staring up at him. 

Kakashi nodded. He may have given Kiba a choice to accept his help or not, but really, he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He knew Kiba wouldn't be able to do this on his own. Plus, a part of him hoped it was his, but that hair she came out with, and those tiny upside down red triangles on her cheeks let him know right away. 

Kakashi left and came back with a doctor. While Kiba didn't move at all. He sat beside your sleeping form with his daughter in his arms. 

The doctor looked at you and the baby over. Everything was fine besides the stitches. They wouldn't absorb like medical stitches. They would have to be removed after you were healed enough. The doctor told Kiba everything he needed to do to take care of you and the baby. Then, when to bring the baby and you in to have a check up. The doctor left, leaving Kakashi, who wanted to say something. 

"I... I know I never apologized for what I did. What I did was wrong. I apologize. It wasn't her fault... I did indeed manipulate things like your schedule and her needs for you in my favor. I should've had more respect and self-control. I fell for her and her kindness and acted on an impulsive want. Anyways... I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused, and I hope the two of you have a very happy life from now and years to come." Kakashi hadn't planned to apologize at all, ever. But being here, watching how much Kiba cared for you that he was going to attempt to help you deliver the baby himself... he knew that Kiba truly loved you. 

Kiba sighed. He knew what Kakashi meant. You really were too kind and beautiful... You were too good for this world. Kiba thought you were too good for him, too. "I get it... had the roles been reversed. I probably would've tried to do that same. Y/N is the best, most beautiful woman I've ever met. We've been friends since we were in diapers... you know that. We were inseparable. If she ended up with anyone other than me, I wouldn't have been able to accept it..." 

"Yeahh.. I know. You guys have always been attached at the hip. I promise never to do that again. No missions for 12 weeks. She's going to need you to be here. I will find someone else to substitute on your team for the time being. Don't worry about being late on bills. Consider this my apology, and congratulations to you two. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. You have my number." Kakashi gave a smile through his mask and left Kiba to be alone with his daughter. 

Kiba laid on the floor, letting you have the entire bed. He also didn't want to risk passing out and dropping the baby. He finally had time to think. He remembered the name you picked if the baby were to be a girl, Hajime. He laid Hajime beside him as Akamaru walked over slowly, sniffing. He laid down near Hajime with his nose close to her shoulder, but not too close.

*I hope you guys enjoyed my story if you made it this far. Hopefully, there weren't too many mistakes. I plan to write more fanfics. Feel free to give me ideas. I do Naruto, My Hero Academia. I might do others soon. No pedophilia, incest, and pee or poop or puke.*

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[marvelmymarvel]

Last Goodbye

ANBU!Kakashi X Reader

Synopsis: Loving Kakashi felt like a goodbye you’re almost too scared to utter.

A/N: This is inspired by the song “Goodbye” by Billie Eilish and the fact that the ANBU breaks people down into soldiers.

Naruto Masterlist: Marvelmymarvelmaster

TW: Mentions of suicide (past comments and ideas). Pure angst/NO comfort

Lyrics:

Please, please Don't leave me Be Take me to the rooftop. Told you not to worry What do you want from me? Dont ask questions Wait a minute Don't you know I'm no good for you? Baby, I don't feel so good Bite my tongue, bide my time What is it about them? I'm the bad guy

Kakashi cocked his head as he took in your shaking fingers trying to wrap a deep wound on his side. The mission had gone terribly; if he had been a few seconds earlier, he would have been dead. But that was what being in the ANBU entailed. That was his job and you knew that. But it didn't change the fact that it's been draining you. 

It was around his sixth year, and while you had six years to get used to the sight before you, it only seemed to have made you shakier. Because you loved him more now than you did, and that scared you.

“Please,” you sobbed softly, fingers clutching onto the wrap as you urged yourself to stop the words bubbling up from your chest, but there was no stopping them. “Please, Kakashi, I can't keep doing this.”

It felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. He had been afraid of this happening. He knew it would come but hoped he'd have more time to help you through it. He nodded before placing a soft hand on your violently shaking one. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't. You meant too much to him now. “It will only be a few more years before they’re ready to retire me-”

You shook your head at this, more pleas falling from your lips as you began to panic.

“Don't leave me.” Kakashi snapped out sharply. He tried to sound secure but his voice was shaky as he pulled you into his body. You weren't allowed to leave him. That's not how this worked. He couldn’t make it alone.

He wouldn't be able to live without you. 

Kakashi just needed you to be strong; he needed you to just be there for him. Maybe telling you how much he needed you to be with him would help strengthen your quickly crumbling composure. “Just Be-” but he stopped, finally taking in the way you were shaking within his embrace. Was he being selfish? Putting you through this misery with him? His chest stuttered below where your head lay, alerting you that he was panicking alongside you.

“I’m a monster.”

You lifted your head from his chest, eyebrows crinkling at the thick tears cascading down his face, soaking into the mask he used to hide behind. You shook your head at his statement; he was anything but a monster. He tried to stop the sobs coming from his body, fear of losing you taking over every single cell within him. “It's not true,” you whimpered as you lifted your fingers to his mask. You didn't wait for him to answer and pulled the cloth down to free him from the persona he was hiding behind. 

It wasn't healthy to do such a thing all of the time.

You sat there for a second, staring at his scrunched-up face as he tried to hide himself from you. Shaking your head, you drug your hands from his neck to cup his cheeks. Kakashi closed his eyes, visions of just going to the rooftop to end it all flashing before his eyes. He remembers telling you once: “Take me to the rooftop” after Obito died... He meant it as a joke, but it scared you half to death. 

This scared you half to death. 

“Kakashi, it's okay,” you breathed out, forehead pressing with his in the hopes that you could take away those ideas before they planted a suicidal seed in his brain. More sobs bubbled up from his chest, and his cries turned into desperate wails as he gripped your hips like you were some sort of lifeline. Like you were the only thing holding him to sanity. “I keep hurting you,” he cried out. You winced in response. How did this go from you breaking down to him losing who he was once again? It was then you realized.

You couldn't leave him.

“I told you not to worry,” you stated firmly before shifting so you were sitting on his lap. You knew that resting your weight on his body always calmed him down, and in some way, it helped you as well. But he shook his head and shoved you off of him, causing your hands to fly from his face to catch your fall. He inhaled sharply at the action, eyes looking at his hands in shock as if he didn't realize what he had just done. As if he didn't command himself to do such a thing. More regret filled his veins. Did he hurt you?

Kakashi ignited his Sharingan to take in your movements, hoping to see in slow motion any pain or suffering he may have caused you. But he saw nothing. You sighed as you crossed your legs in front of him. “What do you want from me?” 

You sounded serious and unbothered by what just happened, but in all reality, you were slightly terrified of what was happening. He’s never been so far in his mind that he didn't realize his own actions. “Kakashi, what do you need from me-”

“Don't ask questions.”

Your mouth shut as if he commanded you to, but it wasn't his words or tone that scared you into submission. It was that he was changing right before your very own eyes. This was no longer the Kakashi you knew. 

That Kakashi was dead.

But maybe you could save him again. “Wait a minute-”

“Don't you know I'm no good for you?” 

Your eyes dropped sadly to your own hands. He wasn't good for you; of course, you knew that. But you loved him. You loved him more than anything in this world. So why did you feel so goddamn sick all of a sudden being in his presence? “Baby, I don't feel so good.” you cried out softly, afraid of talking too loud and triggering the beast before you. Silence filled the space, the sound of only your cries filling the air. 

Kakashi observed you, bite my tongue, bide my time. He repeated those words in his head over and over again as he pushed away the urge to reach out to you. To comfort you. To beg you to stay. You would be free from him forever if he pushed you away instead of saying anything. 

Your eyes flicked over to his ANBU mask beside the two of you, that stupid thing. You would burn it if you could. It was all their fault that the Kakashi before you was no longer the Kakashi you loved. The Kakashi you cared for. No… This Kakashi was a machine. A soldier.

A monster. 

He watched as you grabbed the mask with a jutted-out lip, trying hard not to scream and throw a tantrum like you deserved to do. “What is it about them?”

His chest felt tight at the question. It wasn't the first time he heard the question, but he hoped it would be the last. A crack sounded out in the room as your grip tightened enough to break the wooden mask slightly. 

He didn't stop you as you only squeezed harder. He wanted you to break it. To break him. To free him from this hell he was living in. 

“I want to burn this stupid thing, but I fear you are too far gone. And the mask no longer hides the man I love… It is the man I love.”

Now that… That was new. That was what kicked the old Kakashi back into control. He parted his lips to say anything, but you stood swiftly, stopping him from speaking. You didn't look at him, couldn't look at him. You could only look at the mask that ruined him. Ripped him to shreds and left you with nothing to call home.

“Y/n”

You dropped the mask as he whispered your name, “I’m done. Kakashi, I’m afraid you’re too far gone. And while I would stay because I love you… This new you doesn't love me… And I deserve to be loved.”

What was this pain he was feeling? It felt like he couldn't breathe, as if his lungs were on fire. His body felt like lead as he watched you step over his gear and head toward his apartment door. “Please… Please, Y/n dont… Don't leave me.”

You turned away from him as you gripped the door handle for support. This had to be the first and final goodbye to him and this lifestyle. Six years of this. Six years of sleepless nights and near-death experiences. Six years of terrifying nightmares that left him shaking and sobbing in your arms. Six years of slowly watching the life drain from his eyes. Six years. 

And you couldn't hold on for a couple more.

“I love you, Kakashi, but I can't do this anymore” Your voice sounded steadier than you felt. While Kakashi felt like he was the only one heartbroken, he failed to realize you felt the same. You loved him. You loved him so much that it made you sick.

“I have to go… I love you.”

Before he could interject or plead with you, the door had closed behind you. Leaving him alone in his dark room. The shadows seemed to slink towards him as he shakily watched the door, hoping and praying you would come back. Tell him it was a cruel joke and you would never leave him.

But it never happened. He broke his steely gaze with the door and looked at his shaking palms. “Oh, gods… What have I done.” His tears once more blurred his vision as he felt your absence  in full. He should have left the ANBU sooner and done it at the first sign of losing who he was.

On the other side of the door, you had not left yet and instead sat with your back against the wood. Heart-shattering at the sound of his sobs hitting your ears. You just wanted to soothe and reassure him that you loved him. But doing those things brought you to where you are now. Still, you couldn't help but feel like a terrible human being for leaving the man you loved the most.

“I'm the bad guy.” 

Your whisper was shaky as you stood from your spot on the floor. Maybe giving him space will help him. Perhaps you two would get ice cream tomorrow and have a fun date. Maybe’s… They were always “Maybe’s” with him. Shaking your head, you took off towards your apartment across town.

Kakashi curled onto his side, clinging the pillow to his chest as he tried to imagine it was you. He needed you, and he sometimes hated it. Maybe this was good for him… Maybe if he left the ANBU and returned to being who he was… Maybe, just maybe, you’d come back to him. You weren't gone forever, no… He was going to change for you.

He was going to make sure this wasn't your last goodbye.

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