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Dangerous Desires (vii)- Mask Off

AN: I know this took a LOOOONG time to get out but it’s all worth the wait, trust. Now we’ve got the plot really coming in and i am SO! EXCITED! anyways, enjoy!!

Word Count: 6.7 K

18+ MDNI!!!!!

Content/Warnings: SPOILERS AHEAD !!!! MAJOR KAKASHI LORE DROPPED !!! AFAB!reader x Kakashi, hurt/comfort, fluff, dark fluff, drinking, stalking, attempted/implied attempted SA, violence, mentions of blood, dark!kakashi, yandere!kakashi, piv sex, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid) unprotected cream pie (DONT BE STUPID!!), mirror sex, breast play, marking, biting, major angst up ahead, VERY MINIMAL EDITING (i'm really excited to get this out lol) lmk what i missed!!

You would think that Kakashi telling you he loved you would make things easier, but it didn't. If anything, it made things worse. Before, you could say that he's just a horny shinobi, looking for a quick fuck at anytime available between missions, with you being the easiest piece of meat around. But now? Now you're forced to acknowledge that there's more bubbling beneath the surface. You’re more than just a soft body for him to wrap his arms around and use for his own pleasure- you’re someone who he loves. Very deeply in fact.

You lay on your side, nestled deeply nest to his chest, his arm draped over your shoulder. You looked up at him.

“Kakashi… I…”

“Don’t. Don’t say you don’t feel the same. But if you do… don’t tell me either way.” He spoke almost nervously. “I don’t want you to say it back if you feel pressured by it. But even if you do, I don’t want you to say it because I’m afraid... I’m afraid of what I’ll do.” He said, staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh.” You sighed deeply, staring up at the ceiling with him. “You said that you’ve imagined yourself saying things to me, things I have no idea about. If we’re being transparent… what is it you want to tell me?” You asked, resting a hand on his chest.

He was silent for a moment, pondering what to mention or what not to.

“I… I’ve seen some stuff.”

“Haven’t we all,” you smirked. He let out an amused exhale, running his thumb up and down your arm.

“Yes, but I’m still dealing with it all… I want to tell you but I don’t know how you’ll react.” His voice shook a little. You sat up to look at him, his arm falling from yours and dropping to the mattress softly. His eyes seemed watery and you quickly wiped away a tear before it could fall.

“I’m here… no matter what you tell me I won’t leave.” You cooed. His eyes shot up towards yours, shining with hope. “I won’t leave… I promise.” You say with a soft smile. He sits up, holding your hand to his face, then moving it down to his chest. You could feel how fast his heart was beating through his chest, worried whatever it was would be too much for you. Worried whatever it was was too much for him.

“When I was younger, I grew up with my father, who was also a shinobi. We have a very dangerous job, you and I. Saving people. My father had to save people himself, making their lives a priority as opposed to the mission he was sent out on. In doing so he returned home a hero, but also scum. The other shinobi couldn’t believe that he had abandoned his mission and chastised him, turning him into an empty husk of a man. I lost my father, he wasn’t there anymore.” He said softly. You ran your hand up to his neck, caressing him, hoping to soothe his pain.

“When I arrived home from school one afternoon I saw him laying on the ground. Dead. He had killed himself.” Kakashi looked away from you, tears beginning to fall.

“Kakashi…” You managed.

“No note or anything! No goodbye. Just gone. God, I hated him for that. How could he leave his own son!” he bawled, crying heavy tears.

You reached your hand around to the back of his head and held him close to your chest. You could feel his warm tears hit your breasts one after the other. He breathed heavily, occasionally drawing in a shaky breath just to let it go in a half-scream against your chest.

You pet his hair, raking your hands up and down his fluffy mass. You placed a kiss against the crown of his head and wrapped your other arm around his torso, holding him closer to you. When he finally stopped hyperventilating, he rest his head against your chest, holding your arm wrapped around him for comfort.

“I learned later that it doesn��t matter what the mission is, as long as you can save your friends you can never fail a mission. But when I realized this I did the unexpected. I had killed my very own friend. She just- I didn’t- oh god,” he broke down again.

His arms wrapped around your back, hands grabbing up to your shoulders and pulling himself deeper into you. He told you about Rin between breaths, about her unfortunate demise and how he had been the hand to deal her death. All you could do was listen and hold him. He rocked gently with you in his arms and his head against your chest. Thrashing when he spoke of Obito and the scar on his eye that came along with the boys sacrifice.

He told you about Minato, how he raised Kakashi when his father couldn’t. How great of a leader he was and how much he misses him. He couldn’t protect Rin, Obito, or Minato, he spoke of how much of a failure he felt like.

No matter how hard he shook, how loud his cries were, or how intense his hold on you was, you didn’t let go. You didn’t even say anything, you just let him get it out. And while watching the man you saw as big and strong crumble completely in your arms brought a few tears to your eyes, you didn’t leave him once.

A few minutes later, after his eyes ran dry and his head hurt from all the tears lost, he finally spoke.

“The funny thing is… that whenever I’m with you… that stuff doesn’t bother me.” It came out as almost a whisper.

“What do you mean?” You asked, hand stilling in his hair.

“I mean… that it’s never in my head. When I’m with you it’s like all that shit that happened before I met you didn’t happen at all. As if… it happened to someone else. Maybe it’s true.” He sat upright, arms holding you less desperately.

“I’ve changed so much since I’ve known you. I feel like a completely different person. Before I used to prefer being alone, now I can’t stand it. I cant stand it because every time I’m alone I’d rather be spending that time with you. On missions, in the shower… in my bed.” He added sheepishly. You smiled a little bit, blushing at his words.

“I feel like when you're not around my soul is screaming for you. And it’s so loud, sweet girl it doesn’t let me think of anything other than you. I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much I feel like I’ve loved you always, not just in this life but previous ones I can’t even remember. And in future lives where I’m sure we'll meet again.” Another tear fell out of his eye, this one you weren’t worried about.

“But then all the memories flood me like a collapsing dam. It’s all in a second. I’m scared you’ll get hurt and I can’t protect you because I’m not there. Or worse, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I’m afraid that no matter how hard I try to keep you safe, I’m scared that that demented twist of fate will take you from me anyways. I couldn’t live another second if you were stolen from my life.” Kakashi cried again, you wiped his tears before his mask could be wetted by them.

“I can take care of myself, Kakashi. I’m a shinobi after all. I know you haven’t seen me fight but I know how to defend myself and others. I wont die.” You tried to reason. It was to no avail.

“My love… I don’t believe you. I cant. Not after what I’ve seen… I cant lose you. To lose you would be losing myself.” He held you closer to him, his warm skin against yours as he lay you both back down on the bed.

“I love you. Don’t leave me. You promised.” He spoke softly in your ear.

“I did.”

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The talk with Kakashi was too heavy on your mind. The next day it was all you could think about He had lost so much, you never thought about how life was for him before you two had met. You knew you’d be up all night thinking about it so you went out for a few drinks to put you to sleep.

When you arrived at the bar you scouted out the scene, a few couples, a group of friends or two, and of course some people on their own. You sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of bourbon. Sipping it occasionally between thoughts.

You felt a tap on your shoulder as a few ryō were placed on the counter next to you.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having. In fact, why don’t you get her another one?” A man with dark hair spoke from behind you. He smirked then sat down next to you, telling you his name. You quickly forgot it because of how intensely disinterested you were.

You polished off your drink as he spoke, quickly finishing the one he ordered. You thanked him for the drink, then told him you had to leave.

“Why? I barely talked to you,”

“I’m sorry sir I just… I didn’t plan on staying long and if I’m being honest I can really only handle one of these at a time. They filled my glass pretty high and I need to get home.” You explained. He glared at you.

“I buy you a drink and you take it and leave? Real classy.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t feel so good so I’d appreciate it if you just let me leave.”

“Fuck you.” He spat. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Have a nice night.” You turned around.

“Bitch…” he muttered under his breath as you left the bar.

You were lost in thought, almost drunkenly walking the streets back home, thinking about Kakashi. Your heart ached, wishing you could be with him without the terrified feeling of losing your job. You were sure people wouldn’t take you seriously if you were public about your relationship. They’d figure you slept your way to the top, not even taking your occupation seriously and all together stop visiting you.

You opened your apartment door and tossed your belongings on the nearby couch, turning on the light. You felt a heavy weight thrown against you, similarly to when Naruto had bumped into you. When you turned around is when you saw him. The man from the bar, slightly smelling of alcohol. You felt the color drain from your face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” you yelled. He slammed the door behind him, walking up to you. You couldn’t believe how you let your guard down so easily.

“Listen… I payed good money for you. 350 ryō for a drink so I can get into your pussy isn’t a lot to ask for, but you just couldn’t deliver. You could’ve had it the easy way but you just had to be a prude.” He slurred as he approached you. You were frozen in confusion, yet sure what was to come. You were able to back away when he lunged and tried to grab at your hips.

“Let me make myself at home.” The guy smirked.

The door burst open and he snapped around. Kakashi stood in the doorway, his eyes piercing daggers into the man.

“Shit… you’ve got a boyfriend.” He whined. “Sorry, she didn’t tell me. She just invited me over.” He spoke. Kakashi grabbed him by the collar and thew him to the ground as he hit the ground head first.

“FUCK!” He yelled, clutching the back of his head.

“Sweet girl,” He grabbed you by your shoulders. You looked from the bar guy to him. “You need to promise me you’ll remember this. You’ll remember me as I am right here, right now in this very moment. Remember how I am with you. How I would never hurt you.” He spoke urgently. You were even more confused.

“Y-yeah…” you shook your head. He pressed a masked kiss to your forehead then turned around and grabbed the man by the shirt, dragging him just past your door way.

Kakashi knelt on the man’s knees, then struck him with a punch to the center of his face, the man yelling in agony. Kakashi put another blow to his face, then when his right hand got tired he alternated with his left. Striking the man over and over again, blood staining Kakashis knuckles. You hear the man spit blood on the ground.

“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t know.” He begged.

Kakashi stood up, then kicked the pained man in his rib. He let out a cry, grunting and taking it all. Kakashi lifted him up and held him against the outside wall, punching him in his gut, the man coughing up blood. Kakashi smiled under his mask, watching the man who tried to take you writhe in agony.

“I should fucking kill you. I saw you follow her home, I know she didn’t bring you.” Kakashi almost laughed.

“Please man, I’m so sorry. I just- fuck. Please stop.” He man blubbered, his chin falling to his chest.

“You’re a stupid son of a bitch. You’re just a piece of shit who can’t get any pussy and the only way you can get it is by trying to hurt my girl. I think the village would be a lot better without you in it,” Kakashi punched him again, letting go of his collar and watching him slump to the ground. He thrusted his knee into the man’s face, the mans head being thrown back against the wall hard. He cried. Kakashi crouched down to the guys level.

“If you want to live you’ll get the fuck out of here. Not just this building but the village itself. Go far, because I’ll fucking look for you. And if I find you I’ll kill you out there where nobody can find your body.” Kakashi was a mad man, staring into the bloody man’s eyes with a violent craving for his pain. The man lay on the floor with a groan between his wails.

You stood there, the experience completely sobering. Kakashis fists we’re covered in blood, his face had a few droplets on it as he stood in your door way, his head turning to look at you. You looked back, throbbing with arousal.

As a medical shinobi, you couldn’t believe what he just did. But as a woman, you couldn’t believe he wasn’t inside of you already. The way he brutally attacked the man who had bothered you, who had followed you home and had tried to assault you, who had tried to take you from him… it made your heart beat unreasonably fast.

Kakashi lowered his head and slammed the door behind him, walking up to you with a dark aura surrounding him. You felt the hair on the back of your neck raise as he snaked his hand around your waist to pull you deep into his large frame. His grip was tight, eliciting a small whimper out of you as you felt his iron strong arms lock you against him, forcing you into submission, leaving you with no room for movement.

“Did I scare you, sweet girl?”

Your breath hitched, the seductive tone of his voice sending the shiver down your back, he could feel it. What he couldn't feel was the pang of desire, shooting at your needy cunt. You shook your head and he laughed low in your ear.

“Really?” He smirked, hand trailing down your back and resting just above the curve of your ass. “So if I went out there and finished the job, you wouldn’t scream?”

“…No….” You rasped, having a hard time catching your breath while you trembled in his arms, core tightening and loins burning with an insatiable desire for his touch. The wet slick soaking your panties wasn't helping. You felt as if you had lost all sense of composure, pawing at his chest as you lost your inhibitions in his embrace.

“Really? Cause if you say the word, I’ll make sure that the only tomorrow he sees is when he's six feet underground.” You felt his member hardening behind his pants. You threw yourself against him further, searching for what you desperately craved.

“You don’t need to do that… he didn’t even touch me…” You said softly, looking towards the door. With his free hand, Kakashi held your chin between his index and thumb, moving your head back up to him so he could look you in the eyes.

“Well then I guess we’re both very lucky men, huh? He’s lucky, because he didn’t touch you. And I’m lucky, because I get to fuck you.”

He kissed you deeply, his lips warm under his mask. You grabbed both of his cheeks as you desperately needed for contact. As you kissed him you felt a shameful lust burning its way through your body, ignited by the violence in Kakashis crime of passion. And it was all for you.

You raked your hands through his hair, eyes snapped shut tightly. He broke the kiss but your eyes remained closed, lips parted knowingly. You felt his soft, warm lips meet yours again, uncovered by the confines of his mask. You smiled into the kiss, feeling his lips against yours without the feeling of the bandana against your eyes. While you did like to wear it, feeling Kakashi’s kisses without the restriction was invigorating.

You opened your lips immediately, your tongue diving to into his mouth for a change of pace. He laughed slightly, backing you up against your wall and spreading your legs with his knee. Your breath hitched as he pressed his knee under your mound, his hands tight on your hips, pushing you down onto his leg.

“Go ahead and ride again, sweet girl… Show me what you can do. This time I won’t let you get tired.” He licked your bottom lip, tasting your berry flavored balm and sighing before he crashed his lips against yours again.

You swayed your hips back and forth, moaning into his mouth pathetically. The feeling of his pant clad knee getting hotter from the friction of your cunt was amazing. Your juices soaked through your panties, coating the very inside of your pants as you kept rocking against his leg.

You could taste the flavor of orange on Kakashis tongue, the combination of his spit and your lip balm creating a beautiful taste the both of you shared as your kisses got more and more heated. He tore away from your lips with a growl, tackling your neck with a feral hunger.

“I always love to make your neck look like a war zone… it’s so beautiful when I’m done with you.” He sunk his teeth into your neck, lightly biting into your soft skin.

“Thank you Kakashi!” You whined, feeling the start of a marvelous climax rising from the depths of your core. “M-More! Please- More! Hurt me more!” You cried, clutching his white, shaggy hair tighter.

He pushed you against the wall rougher, moaning your name as he bit at your sexy collar bones. His cock became increasingly harder as you dragged your clothed cunt against his leg. He lifted your shirt up and bundled up the hem of it, brushing it against your lips. You opened your mouth and he stuck the cloth in, you bit down on the material and he unclasped your strapless bra. It fell to the floor and he dove into your tits.

His soft, wet tongue circled your sensitive nipple, he horribly suppressed a moan as it hardened in his mouth.

“Perfects tits… all for me…” he huffed, kissing your cleavage as he played with your breasts. You whined, the soft shirt drowning out most of the noise. Your eyes were still cemented shut, knowing fully well not to open them, unless he were to beckon you to stare at his face. You wanted to know his face desperately, but you were focused on being good for him, letting him suck your tits like the good girl he needed you to be.

You felt the plush of your thighs shudder under his muscular leg, your orgasm on its precipice. Your brain replayed the moment he attacked the drunk man, blood spattering his knuckles as he broke more and more of him for the sake of you. You shook violently, cunt pulsing on his thigh as you came.

"Good girl..." He praised, digging his fingers deeper into your hips as you rode him. You barely heard it while you were so lost in thought. Thinking about how Kakashi would do anything for you, and how the only place you felt the safest now was in his arms.

"I love you," You moaned, juices running down your legs from inside your pants. Kakashi's breath hitched, fingers going limp against your hips as you continued to chaise your high until you slumped against the wall for support, breathing heavily post-orgasm.

"What did you say?" He asked, you kept breathing heavily until you remembered your vocalized amorous affirmations. You felt like you were caught, not sure if you should repeat what was so impulsively thrown out of you. But you couldn't help but smile to yourself, feeling the void inside of you dying, ready to accept the love only he could fill.

"I love you." You confessed, feeling a giant weight being taken off your chest. One of Kakashi's hands cupped your cheek, as he desperately devoured your lips. He broke the kiss to rub his thumb along your under eye. He said your name, catching your attention.

"My sweet girl... open your eyes... please." He whispered. You felt your heart race, unsure if you heard him right. "Please... look me in the eye when you say it."

With that, you slowly opened your eyes, looking at him in the face. He was so beautiful. You stared at his face, unable to look away from how stunning he was. It wasn't just because you were so aware of how much you loved him, it also wasn't just because you were so aware of how much he loved you that made him so mesmerizing. You felt your eyes tear up, knowing how big of a deal this was for the both of you.

"I love you." And then you saw the smile. You could see how his lips turned up as he grinned, a beauty mark under those lips and his teeth slightly on display while his eyes creased gently. You lightly gasped with shock, finally able to see him happy in front of you.

"I love you more." He said, enveloping you with his gaze. You felt your heart beat, watching him speak for the first time with so much intensity, and it was to tell you: he loves you more.

You hungrily kissed him, desperate for more. More of him. You tugged at his shirt until he could break your kiss and slip it off from over his neck. You watched him do so. He threw the shirt to the floor then looked back to you to see you were already looking. He smiled.

"Do you like what you see?" He smirked.

"You look beautiful… You are beautiful." He was taken aback, you watched as his face flushed pink, your own reacting in accordance. "All I want is to look at you." You shamelessly admitted. He laughed.

"Sweet girl, now you know how I feel about you." He moved in closer, kissing you quickly, you closed your eyes, even though you wish you could keep them open to look at him.

Your nipples hardened against his warm chest, arching your back into him. He groaned, slipping his tongue into your mouth, which you took with greed. Your fingers tangled in his hair, taking all he could give you. His hands moved to your pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them with haste as he was surprised by your sudden gluttony.

"I need you so bad..." You managed to get out between heated tongue battles. He growled in your mouth as you pulled your pants to your ankles and stepped out of them. He animalistically grabbed the backs of your thighs and threw you to his hips, where you wrapped your legs around him with haste.

He moved you through the hallway with ease, taking you to your bedroom, and while you were taken aback that he already knew where it was, you didn’t say anything. He dropped you on your bed, it squeaked as you landed ass first and a few pillows fell off in the process. You slipped your underwear off, watching him as he watched you. The hunger on his face easier to spot now that his face was bare to you.

He licked his bottom lip, moistening it with the slight drool he had in his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to make you his, stuff you full with his cock while you told him over and over again how much you loved him. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

He got on the foot of your bed, tearing the rest of your shirt off with one motion and abandoning it on the floor with the lonely pair of underwear you just discarded. He admired your glistening pussy, post orgasm and already eager for more, he wanted to devour you. He wanted you to be all his senses, your juices coating his tongue, your hands in his hair, his nose filled with your scent, his ear hearing your moans and his eyes tearing you apart as you came undone on his face. But he had other things in mind for you.

He grabbed both your arms and lifted them over your head, your hands crisscrossed at your wrists as he held them down with his left hand. His right was busy working on his zipper then he finally pulled them off along with his boxers and left them by your clothes.

His right hand lifted your ankle up, plopping in on his shoulder and snaking his hand to your knee, where he kept it still. You watched as his face blew even further with lust when you tilted your hips for easier access. He rubbed the head of his cock on your clit and you twitched at the sensation.

“You don’t know what you do to me… you make me insane.” His hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft, pumping himself up and down as his tip weeped creamy precum and dribbled onto your folds.

“And you make me weak,” You writhed under his detainment unable to break free, his eyes fixed heavy on you.

“If this is weak then you won’t recognize yourself when I’m done with you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to think.” His deep voice vibrated in your ears as he pushed the smooth head of his cock down your wet hole with a pained look painted on his face.

You clenched around him as you watched his expression morph across his face, his teeth clenched tight before his jaw hung slack and a loud moan escaped his lips. His hand moved up to your ankle, holding it steady to his chest while his hips drove his thick dick in and out of your warm walls. Your head spun as you kept your eyes on him, feeling your body burn hot while he bottomed out inside of you with a growl.

“You’re taking me so good… I can see it in your stomach.” Kakashi motioned towards the cockbulge in your abdomen. You couldn’t look though. How could you look at anything other than his beautiful face and how his teeth sunk into his lower lip each time he bottomed out.

His thrusts became faster and harder, a sweat bead rolling down his face as his hips snapped against yours. You let out breathy moans, unable to contain your noises of bliss as he fucked you hard and raw in your own bed. He leaned down to suck a bouncing tit into his mouth, tongue rolling along your nipple and teeth softly biting into the surrounding skin. You arched your back, desperately wanting him to mark you even more.

“Mine, mine, mine…” he whispered into your tender flesh, fucking you mad as you whimpered loud.

He was naked. Finally naked… with you. He fucking you so deep you felt like you two were one, and your tight pussy held onto him as he slid in and out of you, loud, wet noises coming from where your bodies met and you practically screamed his name before you crash your lips against his and shook in his grasp.

“Mph- love-“ you got out between kisses. He stopped his kisses as he looked down at you. Your face was completely fucked out, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and eyes rolled back slightly in ecstasy. He let go of your hands and let your ankle slide off his shoulder, it shook as it landed on the bed.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you up to meet him and kissed you hard before shoving you into a doggy style position, facing the corner of the room where a vertical mirror sat, you two completely reflected in it. He came up behind you, rubbing his wet cock against your clit, mixing your juices and his together on the tip of his dick before pushing it into you once again. You moaned loud, his hand tangled in your hair as the other rested on your hip. He held your head up and towards the mirror as his head dipped to yours.

“Such a little slut, look at yourself. A total mess and all you did was fuck yourself on my leg and lie down for some dick.” He licked your neck, a breathless moan escaped your lips as you pressed your ass into his hips, dick inching deeper inside you.

He kept a firm grip on your hair as he fucked you infront of the mirror, he watched you intently while you completely lost yourself to the feeling of his hard cock filling your tight warmness to the hilt. His thrusts became harsh and desperate, your tits bouncing with each slap against your ass. His groin was completely soaked by your slick, sticky slapping noises filling the room each time your bodies connected.

You felt your orgasm approaching, pushing your ass back with fervor with each snap of his hips. His cock twitched inside of you and when you finally looked back into his eyes, he was already looking at you in the mirror. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were burning deep into you, his mouth agape as moans escaped through one by one. You felt yourself fall over the precipice and shook violently in his touch. You could tear your eyes from him as you came hard, staring at his reflection infront of you as you screamed.

“FUCK- K-Kakashi! I love you! I- OH! I LOVE YOU!” You cried. And it was just then when his hips stuttered before slamming into you passionately as his mouth fell open completely and a string of cursed fell from his mouth while his cock shot thick, hot, white ropes deep into your needy pussy.

“Oh- oh- oh, sweet girl. I love you so much- fuck! I love you, I love you…” he trailed off between moans, groaning out your name as he filled you up so much, his cum dribbled out from the sides.

You took him so well and he fit so right inside of you, Kakashi was positive you two were meant to be, so obsessed with the fact he was made for you he couldn’t think of anything else as he watched his cum drip out of you and onto your sheets. He knew it. He was right.

You crashed down to the bed, a shaken mess. God, you looked pathetic and Kakashi was just eating it up as he scooped you in his arms. He grabbed a box of tissues on your nightstand and wiped you clean, kissing your sweating forehead with his soft lips and covering your naked bodies with your blankets.

You two lay there for a while, Kakashi whispering sweet nothing into your hair. You couldn’t understand him, you were too fucked out to think just like he told you you’d be.

It was a few minutes and you finally stopped shaking, head craning up to kiss deep kisses into his neck. He smiled, his head coming down to meet your lips and kiss you. When you two broke the kiss, he looked deep into your eyes, a melancholic look on his face. You were confused, but continued to admire his beauty before he looked away and pressed your head into his chest.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, unsure of his sudden mood shift.

“Yeah… well… no.” Kakashis voice was nervous. “…There’s a war coming soon.” Your head shot up.

“What? How do you know?”

“It’s just a feeling I’ve been having for a while. With all the talk of akatsuki attacking the hidden sand a while ago… and the hidden mist village attack the other day… I know we’re in for something big.” Kakashi sounded positive, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just am. I was talking with Lady Tsunade after filing my report and she has the same suspicions as I. Things have been too peaceful for too long. Somethings up.” Kakashi spoke. He held you tighter, not knowing he was doing so.

“Well then… No matter what I’ll protect you out there with my life.” You said softly, trying to suppress your fears of the hypothetical war. Kakashis grip on you tightened.

“Don’t you see that’s the problem?!” He asked defensively, his voice raised.

“I-I’m sorry?” You asked, especially confused now.

“There’s no way you’re fighting in the war, it’s too dangerous! I forbid you from going out there, I’m not losing you.” He said with a booming voice, holding you impossibly tighter. You struggled to breathe before getting out of his death grip, and sitting up in your bed, clutching the blankets to your chest.

“I don’t think you understand Kakashi, you can’t keep me from doing my job.” You announced defensively. He shot up next to you, turning to look you in the eyes, his face angry.

“No, I don’t think you understand. You fighting out there is the most nonsensical thing I’ve ever heard. I wont always be there to protect you the whole time and even if I am, I doubt I could. I cant protect anyone!” He spat. You furrowed your brows. If anyone could protect you, it would be Kakashi, that you knew.

“Kakashi you’re being unreasonable. If people get hurt out there they’re going to need me.”

“Not any more than I do!” He bit back, tears forming in his eyes. Your demeanor quickly softened.

You stretched an arm out to his back and ran your hand up and down his skin soothingly.

“If you go out there and get hurt, I don’t know what I’d do. I cant lose you… you’re what completes me. Without you I have nothing. Without you I am nothing.” You watched as tears ran his cheeks and you felt your own tears fall, watching the man you love crumble in front of you.

You watched Kakashi smile for the first time, you watched him cum for the first time, you watching him get mad and now cry for the first time all in one sitting. You longed to see him happy again, but you knew you had to stand your ground.

“Kakashi… you just have to trust me when I say I can defend myself. I’ve said it all before but you never listen to me!” you defended yourself, still trying to soothe him with your hand on his back.

“No. I know that if you go out there you’ll die. everyone I’ve loved has died and I refuse to let you become one of them!” He became agitated again. He said your name.

“My sweet girl, there’s only one thing I ask of you.” His voice and face were dead serious, grabbing your other hand tightly in his. “Quit your job.”

You felt your heart sink. How could he expect you to do something like that?! Your job was the only reason you two met- hell- your job was the only reason you were here!

“Kakashi… no.” His face changed instantly, brows furrowing and eyes becoming dark once again.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean no. Absolutely no. Helping and healing people is what I’m passionate about, I’m a medical shinobi and a good one at that! Kakashi I know this is hard for you, I’m sorry for who you’ve lost but I’m not going to become one of them! You need to believe me.” You pleaded. Kakashis hand loosened it’s grip, and he tore his face away from you and onto his blanket covered lap.

“Sweet girl… If you love me, like you say you do, you’ll do it for me.” He said low.

“What are you even saying?”

“I’m saying you can’t have both!” He snapped, looking back at you. “It’s either me or your job!”

You felt helpless. You sat there for a minute, mind racing a million miles an hour.

“CHOOSE DAMMIT CHOOSE! CHOOSE ME! CHOOSE ME FOR ONCE! WANT ME FOR ONCE!” He yelled, tears falling heavier. You cupped his face and quickly moved in to kiss him. He tried kissing back but couldn’t manage.

You kissed him softly, stroking his cheek and wiping away the rogue tears. You broke the kiss, pressing your forehead against his. He held your face too, hands on your neck with his thumbs on your own cheeks.

“I choose my job, Kakashi.”

His hands fell from your face as he tore his out from your own. He cupped his face and bawled into his palms, crying so hard his body shuddered. You wrapped an arm around him before he tore himself away from you and quickly got out of bed.

He grabbed his boxers and pants, putting them on in a hurry.

“Kakashi, what are you doing!?”

“I’m getting out of here.” He muttered, his voice quivering.

“What the hell is the matter with you, why!?”

“Because I refuse to be with someone who has a death wish! I refuse to love someone who’s going to leave me just like all the others did. I could handle not being public about our relationship, I wouldn’t have minded as long as we were both committed. But this? No. No way.” He zipped up his pants and walked out the door. You clutched the blanket to you as you followed him out.

“So what now? You’re just going to be mad at me for loving my job, is that it?” You asked, watching him pick up his shirt and put it back on.

“Mad isn’t the half of it.” He didn’t look at you and he slipped the shirt on, the mask bunched around his neck.

“Well then what is it Kakashi, what do you want?”

“I want out.” Your heart stopped beating.

“…What?”

“It’s over. We’re over.” Once again you didn’t have any words.

“Y-You can’t be serious. Kakashi I know you’re scared but so am I. Please, let’s just talk about thi-“

“There’s nothing to talk about. You made your decision and now I’m making mine. I cant lose another person I love, as long as I’m with you I’ll love you. So if you’re going to throw yourself into the hands of death I don’t want to watch you do it.” His eyes were red.

He pinched the top of his mask and pulled it over face, hiding himself from you once again. He walked to your door, opening it and standing in the doorway, throwing his head back to look at you.

“You were never going to choose me.” With that, he walked out and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone in your one bedroom apartment.

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Bathe Me [Kakashi Hatake]

an: a story written for an absolute sweetheart who always encourages me with the kindest of words. This is for you, my darling @tired-teacher-blog, I hope you enjoy taking care of Kakashi.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: talk of injuries, blood, wounded Kakashi, lots of hurt/comfort, bags of fluff with the adorable idiot, lots of kissing, love bites, soft Kakashi, unprotected sex, a lil nipple play, reader on top, creampie

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The overwhelming smell of disinfectant stung your nostrils. It made your eyes burn and it was nothing to do with the threat of tears that pulled from the depths of your anguished mind – of course not.

Your heart thundered in your ears, and you tried valiantly to at least steady your breathing, or you were going to end up in one of these damn rooms as well. You raced through the unfamiliar hallways in search of the correct room, cursing your decision not to intern here when you had the chance.

Where is it? 325, 326, 328… wait, what the fuck? Where is 327?!

Your feet skid to a halt on the tiled floor, and the squeak of your soles caught the attention of two men you only knew as brief acquaintances at best. The state of your overworked brain meant you had not seen them at all, had not noticed the looming presence of two males dressed in the familiar jonin uniforms nor the smell of blood, heavy enough to overpower the disinfectant.

A heavy hand fell to your shoulder mid-spin, trying to get your bearings and still puzzling over how a room could simply vanish? Snapping your head around; your gaze came to rest on the blood-soaked features of Asuma Sarutobi.

Instantly, you switched into work mode.

An expert eye took in the nasty gash that covered his left brow as the reason for the reddish-brown blood that smeared around his eye and down his cheek and neck. It had stopped bleeding but would need stitches to keep it from re-opening and your fingers were lifting to turn his chin when he cleared his throat loudly, enough to pull you out of your assessment.

“Y/n, I’ll be okay,” he assured with a determined nod of his head.

The dark-haired male looked over his shoulder and you followed his gaze to see Gai, leaning against the wall. The normally exuberant male was pale, and his lower lip quivered as he stared at you. His eyes were puffy and tender, not filled with their usual mirth and youthful good humour.

It was enough to cause your heart to palpitate even worse, sweat-slicked your palms as you gripped Asuma’s forest green jonin vest. You tugged at him, shaking with all the strength you possessed. It shouldn’t have been enough to make him budge but the Sarutobi swayed like a tree caught in a ferocious wind.

“Where is he?” you demanded.

Gai sniffled at the sound of your raw, broken voice and Asuma slid a hand through his hair. It was strange seeing him without a lit cigarette pressed between his lips but apparently, even he knew when it was best not to break the rules.

“In there,” he pointed back with his thumb to a door that was tucked into the corner, “but listen, we gotta talk first. He –”

You brushed him off, rounding his imposing frame with eyes fixed on the door that now you could see clearly emblazoned with 327 next to the panel of frosted glass. Before you could reach for the handle, Gai intercepted, blocking the door with a lowered shake of his head. He refused to meet your eyes, content with inspecting the depth of the highly polished floor and you bared your teeth in annoyance.

“Hey – y/n. We’re not tryin’ to keep you from him, but you need to know -”

Anger exploded through your veins, hissing like an angry cat you turned back to Asuma who had followed you the few steps to the closed door.

“Tell me what? Why can’t I just see him? You can spout your bullshit inside there,” you yelled, pointing at the room you were desperate to enter.

Asuma sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he rubbed at the back of his neck. You stared him down as if you weren’t a good foot shorter and only equipped in the basic self-defence that all medical-nins were required to master.

It was Gai that spoke up.

“K-kakashi doesn’t want to stay in hospital. Says he’ll manage by himself at home. He – he told us to stop you from seeing him like this, thinks that it’ll make you think less of him. My eternal rival is truly a foolish man.”

You frowned at those words, heavy lead settling in the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t want me to see him. Thinks I’ll think less of him? Why did I fall in love with a damn idiot?

“Move, Gai. I’ll only ask you once.”

He did as he was told, even he knew that Kakashi’s demand was utter lunacy, and he thanked the heavens above that you had graced his best friend’s life when you had. Kakashi Hatake was a stubborn man, but he had met his match in you.

The air was cool inside the room, and most of the light was kept out from the shuttered blinds that lined the window. Only the low hum of the air conditioning unit could be heard as you stared at the man lying asleep in the bed. Your vision swam with tears at how small your towering man looked in the standard hospital bed.

He had the sheets pulled up and over his nose, refusing to allow the mystery of his lower face to be solved even in his injured state. Eyes closed with dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, his usually perky silver hair slumped low over his brow and a pained expression decorated what should be his handsome face, twisting his features into something upsetting.

You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand and bit down hard enough to draw blood from your lip. A hand gripped at the chart clipped to the end of his bed as you skimmed over the details; his vitals on arrival, the exact details of the injury and what treatment had been administered.

It seemed straightforward enough, a deep laceration to the right side of his abdomen from an unknown assailant. No major arteries or organs had been compromised and he had responded to the immediate healing to stop the bleeding from the physician on call.

You hadn’t known you were pacing the floor as you tried to distance yourself from the fact that you were reading the medical chart of your boyfriend, not until a warm hand grabbed at your free wrist and held you in place.

Kakashi’s steel grey right eye peered up at you from the bed, a resigned look painted his face as he let the sheet fall away. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he pulled you down to perch on the edge of the bed.

“Knew they wouldn’t be able to keep you out,” he croaked out.

It was a hard choice between throwing yourself down into his embrace or smacking the shit out of him – it was a real hard choice. You settled for a combination; your head draped against the crook of his neck whilst your palm smacked lightly against his shoulder. You grimaced at the smell that permeated from his dewy skin, there was no familiar tang of his unique scent, it had been replaced by a mixture of old sweat, blood and the lingering smell of antiseptic.

“You need a bath.”

Kakashi chuckled and it hurt your heart at how he winced from the gesture. You tried to lift yourself from his embrace but a firm hand held tight against your head. Fingers smoothed against your hair, playing with the strands as he shifted slightly until his chin rested atop your head.

“You offering to bathe me, princess?”

His tone was low and husky, the familiar pet name sent a surge of feelings to coil in your stomach, and you marvelled that he could think in such a way given how injured he was. Then again, this was Kakashi Hatake, and he had the libido of a permanently smouldering volcano. He was ready to ‘blow’ at the smallest action, given adequate opportunity and he was taking it without question – consequences be damned.

You dodged his suggestive question in favour of asking one of your own, “what’s this I hear about you not wanting to stay in hospital?”

The silver-haired patient let out a grumpy huff at being side-tracked onto more serious matters and you finally managed to detangle yourself from his grip. He eyed you cautiously as you sat in the chair by his bedside, dragged as close as it would allow, and taking the time to wipe away the stray tears that pooled from your eyes. He saw it, he didn’t miss a thing, but he pretended not to and gave you that minute of repose before you were seeking out the warmth of his fingers.

“I don’t need to be here, I’m more than capable of caring for myself at home,” he sulked, at least having the decency to look away from how childish he sounded, “I’ve had worse wounds than this and even you should know that my medical supplies are well stocked.”

“That’s all well and good, but why choose to grit your teeth and manage, when you could stay here and be taken care of? You’ll heal all the quicker if you just allowed yourself to relax,” you had hurried on at the opening of his mouth, knowing that he was going to argue until he was blue in the face.

Kakashi wiped away the fresh sheen of sweat that had beaded on his forehead, his jaw set in a stubborn line as he met your pleading gaze.

He knew you were right; you knew that he knew you were right, but he wasn’t going to roll over on this one. Hell would freeze over before he stayed any longer than he absolutely had to in a hospital.

It was more than simple dislike; it was a deep hatred – an abhorrence of a place that had brought him nothing but pain and misery in the past.

“I’m going home as soon as I have the strength to leave this bed, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”

You huffed through your nose, the dying desire to throttle your beloved returning to the surface in record time. Kakashi was not the only one that was stubborn, you could be equally difficult when you wanted and right now you were determined that he would not win – not entirely.

“Fine,” you mused softly, “but I’ll be moving in as your care provider until I deem you fit enough to discharge you from my care. Got it?”

He stared at you, openly ogling as if you had, in fact, gone completely mad. You had spent the night at his place as many times as he had spent at yours, but it was never longer than a night or two. It was a bold move to invite yourself to stay temporarily, but Kakashi had to know how seriously you deemed his situation and his injury.

Ready for a verbal battle, you startled as one brow arched high. He licked meekly at his dry, chapped lips and wriggled his shoulders to sit a little more upright in the bed. All you could do was watch, curious as to what he was up to and instantly on guard for the worst.

“Fine,” he ground out before his voice became a heated whisper, one that you were intimately familiar with, “but only if you promise to help me bathe whenever I ask.”

He would be the death of you both…

Kakashi’s house was far nicer than your own, and it was kept in immaculate order. However, it held little in the way of homely touches that you filled your small apartment with. Very few things hung on the walls, and the units in his living area were devoid of the little trinkets that cluttered your own. No wonder your boyfriend always appeared endlessly fascinated by them whenever he visited.

You thanked Asuma and Gai for their help in getting Kakashi from the hospital and into his own bed. Asuma looked much better now that his cut was stitched up and his skin scrubbed of the remnants of blood. Even Gai was able to crack some jokes as the two men each braced either side of their friend, helping him hobble slowly towards his home.

It hadn’t taken you long to familiarise yourself with his set-up, it helped that you already knew where his bedroom, bathroom, toilet and kitchen were located. You dumped the hastily packed duffel bag in what appeared to be a spare bedroom and headed for his medical supplies.

He hadn’t lied when he said he was well-stocked, the kit he owned could rival your own and you frowned at the implication. You hated thinking about the times when Kakashi had shunned help in favour of tending his own wounds, locking himself away from any kind of human comfort.

The melancholy of these thoughts spurred your footsteps, speeding you back to the master bedroom and scrambling atop the empty half until you could curl against his uninjured side. Kakashi roused from his doze, a grumble in his throat as his head lolled to look down on you, tearful and quivering as your arms grabbed onto his bicep, hugging it close to your chest.

“What’s wrong?” he slurred.

“Nothing really,” you mumbled with your face buried deep into his shoulder once more, “I just – I hate that you spent so long dealing with your injuries all alone. Please, please don’t shut me out.”

He didn’t answer and you peeked up at his face, flushed and shiny in sweat. Sitting up quickly, your palm met his forehead and you hissed through your teeth at the intense flash of heat that radiated from him. His eyes fluttered behind their lids, and you were increasingly aware of the tension within his muscles, the short sharp spasms that were accompanying his fever.

“Shit!”

Is it just a fever? Sign of infection? Fuck, I should never have allowed him to leave the hospital so soon!

The next thirty minutes were spent in a panic-induced silence. A moist rag, cold but not too cold rested on his forehead as your chakra pulled into your hands. The sensation was comforting, this was something you did well and as the warm feeling flowed to the tips of your fingers, it became a calming sense that eased the worst of the fear from the room.

His wound, although deep and jagged was not bleeding. Nothing had popped open under the strain of the transport home and there was no smell of infection. Your chakra hovered closely against the site, prodding as gently as was possible until you were reassured there was no further immediate danger.

The fever had dipped enough to allow you to sigh in relief, standing on shaky legs as you wobbled your way into the kitchen in search of two glasses of water. Your resolution of remaining in another room for the night scattered to the wind as you stared from the doorway at the sleeping man.

Your man.

The man you loved with all your heart.

The man that deserved love as much as anyone else did – and you were going to give it all to him.

Kakashi felt like shit, worse than shit. He groaned, trying to find a comfortable position but the stab of pain in his abdomen put an end to that thought. A rag fell over his eyes which he quickly grabbed and threw across the room. He was unsure what time it was, but it had to be early from the way the warm amber sun filtered through the partially opened drapes at his window.

A soft snore echoed near his ear; his neck craned as much as was possible and the pitter-patter of his heart spoke more than mere words ever could. Curled into a tight ball, your eyes were squeezed shut and fingers clutched into the pale blue bedsheet as if it were your only lifeline in this world. It should be him that you held that tightly, selfishly, Kakashi wanted to be your anchor over all else.

Every muscle ached as his palm met your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin and he smiled as you nuzzled against his warmth. He tried to recall the events that had transpired once they had arrived at his house, but it was a bit of a blur. Kakashi remembered you thanking Gai and Asuma after they had rather unceremoniously dumped him atop his bed, and after that, there were only mumbled words and heat – a lot of heat.

He felt and smelled disgusting and no longer could he lay here caked in grime and stale sweat. Without disturbing you, Kakashi managed to sit up with only one wince of pain. His bare feet swung to the cool hardwood floor, and he gingerly stood, swaying like the last leaf on an autumn-kissed tree, but remaining upright.

It pained him to leave you asleep, but he knew that you would protest him even being on his feet unaccompanied, and some things a man needed to do on their own.

He caught sight of the unfamiliar bag tossed on the bed in his spare room, before he could stop himself, he was lifting it by the long strap and dragging it back into his room. If you thought for even one second that you were going to sleep in another room, you had another thing coming.

Once more, his gaze softened as he stood to watch you sleep for a moment.

Kakashi had taken plenty of lovers over the years, but never one that burrowed under his skin quite like you. He was enamoured with your no-nonsense attitude, how you challenged him and refused to simply roll over at his ‘bullshit’, as you called it. You were passionate, funny and so pretty it made his teeth set on edge – as if you were the sweetest treat in the candy shop.

It was his greatest pleasure in life to turn that fierce scowl into a shy blushing mess.

You were so affected by his words that he barely had to try to get a reaction from you, so eager for whatever he fed your desires. Whispered words, affirmations of love along with the lewd thoughts that were never far from his mind – especially when he was around you – it all worked like a charm.

Your cunning man adored making you just a little nervous when he set his predatory gaze on you, he could see your ‘fight or flight’ instinct kick in and more often than not he would take chase until you were squealing and giggling in his hold. Thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, playful swats at your lovely rump and low growls just to hear your cute little noises. Kakashi lived for these moments. They gave him a reason to get up in the morning, to regain the strength he had lost through lack of use and after months of hard work, he was back to peak condition.

Those thoughts wilted as he realised he had been set back by his injury, that he would be out of action for at least a few weeks, and all the lustful memories crashed out of his head in one fell swoop. He stomped to the toilet to take care of business before heading into the attached bathing room where his walk-in shower stood.

He set the water to just below scalding, then lowered it again given the wound under his wrapped abdomen. For long minutes he debated how to go about this whilst the steam curled to the ceiling and fogged the mirror in front of him. The reflection was not a welcome one and he was glad that it quickly became obscured as he brushed his teeth.

Time to prove I am no invalid.

It wasn’t the sunlight that caused you to wake, nor was it the incessantly chirpy dawn chorus. No – it was the absence of warmth.

Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you wriggled around like a worm as you tried to force yourself back to slumber without opening your eyes. The softest of inhales pricked your ear, one eye opening to see Kakashi framed in the doorway with a white towel draped loosely around his lean hips.

He held a second smaller towel to his hair which he used to dry the wet strands and a knowing smile graced his lips as he took a further step into the room. The scent of his spicy pink peppercorn body wash permeated the air, it made your mouth salivate as you drank in his self-assured pose.

You shook your head, there was no time for admiring him, no matter how damn gorgeous he was, not when he was doing exactly what you didn’t want him to do!

“The hell are you doing out of bed by yourself? Why didn’t you wake me?”

You rose to your haunches on the bed, fisting the sheets and shaking one at the silver-haired man that dared – dared – to roll his eyes in response. He came to sit on the corner of the bed with a heavy sigh, and you could tell that the exertion of showering had taken it out of him.

“I managed just fine, didn’t I?” he quipped, throwing the small sodden towel in your enraged face.

“And what if you had collapsed in the shower dumbass? You had a raging fever less than twelve hours ago as well as a wicked wound that hasn’t had any chance to heal yet,” you thundered after throwing the wet towel over the damp silver spikes adorning his head.

One minute you were walking on your knees on the mattress, railing at your idiot of a boyfriend for being so careless, and the next you were flat on your back with a smug face inches from your own.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” he purred, letting his nose run along the length of your own.

He was too close and too far away.

The kiss was sinfully slow, lips meeting as if reuniting after a great time had passed, relearning their softness and taste. Kakashi’s tongue licked into your mouth as your lips parted on a soft moan, he explored the wet cavern with a gentle dominance. He tasted like minty toothpaste, his chapped lips from the previous night replaced by dew-kissed petals that were soft yet firm against your own.

Your fingers curled around his neck, carding into the damp hair at the nape and twisting just enough for a quiet groan to rumble in the depths of his chest. Kakashi held himself up on one forearm as his free hand trailed over your shorts from yesterday.

We should stop – I should stop. Gods, why does he have to taste so good? Smell so tantalising?

Against your better judgement, you didn’t put an end to the kisses, didn’t halt him when his lips danced over your cheeks, jaw and down to your throat. You were lost in the feel of him, sucked under the waves of mutual desire with no chance of resistance.

You could feel the little love bites that littered every inch of bare skin he could reach, knew that his wandering fingers had started to unbutton your blouse to expose even more to his hungry mouth and you couldn’t find the will to care how dangerous this was.

It wasn’t until your thighs parted further, lifting to wind around his waist, that you were ripped from the chokehold of rampant lust. Kakashi winched as your leg brushed against his stomach, almost dropping atop you as his forearm shook with the exertion to keep him up.

You pushed him back with steady hands and forced him to sit up as you folded your legs into a knot with a worried expression on your face. He looked away from you, not liking that expression one little bit. It wasn’t hard to identify that you had inadvertently hurt his pride.

With kiss-swollen lips you took his head into your hands, cupping his jaw and rubbing both thumbs over his cheekbones, “I need to check you over, don’t misinterpret my stopping you.”

Kakashi continued to look toward the door but didn’t stop you from unwinding the fresh bandages he had applied after his shower. He remained silent as you pressed him back onto the bed, not even a whisper fell from his mouth as you gathered your chakra and swept the abused flesh surrounding his wound. It was looking good, in fact, it looked better than you had expected.

“Told you I could care for myself.”

You straddled his knees, planting both hands against his shoulders. The flash of carmine from the Sharingan dazzled you for a moment, that look of raw need mingled with a stubborn will not to appear weak.

Mindful of his injury, your face lowered to his just as he had done to you moments ago. Your nose rubbed against him, pressing feather-soft kisses to his cheek.

“I didn’t doubt you for a moment, but you are not alone – not anymore. Let me in, you don’t have to walk this path alone.”

His palms cupped your butt, trying to tug you further up his body and you knew what he wanted, but it would be wrong – you knew that now.

“Plus, I haven’t had a chance to bathe you yet,” you teased. With one quick peck on his nose, you stood from the bed and picked up the white bandages.

You ignored the feigned groan of pain. Kakashi pressed a palm to his face, and you knew that if he were at full strength, you would be in a world of trouble right now. However, you were the master until he recovered and what you said was law. He may look as delicious as always, but the wound on his belly and the dark shadows under his eyes were a reminder that he was not well.

“Let’s wrap you up and I’ll cook some breakfast.”

The day slipped quickly into the next.

A mixture of soft domesticity and playful bickering. He fought against the sleep that constantly tried to smother him into slumber, only succumbing to napping when you would gingerly curl next to him. Lulling him into the velvet void with your hushed voice and delicate finger that drew patterns of unknown design against his chest.

Kakashi found that he had no desire for you to ever leave his home, even after such a short time. You brightened a place that he had previously found little comfort in, and the idea of you leaving him here alone was not a welcome one.

For all his previous admissions that he could manage just fine on his own, he didn’t want to and for the first time in a long time, he found strength in leaning on someone else.

You had tried to retire to his spare bedroom that evening under the guise of letting him get proper rest, and he had pouted like a petulant child until you caved. You made him swear that he would sleep and not try anything ‘funny’, to which he had scoffed. The ideas in his mind were anything but funny, and yet he agreed to your ridiculous demand – forced to seal it with an equally ridiculous pinky promise – and he had not blushed, you couldn’t prove it!

In truth, he had not the energy to truly press the matter. Falling deeply asleep the very second after you mumbled a sleepy “goodnight” and ushered into what he hoped would be a dreamless sleep.

He was not so lucky...

Kakashi found himself in an unsettlingly familiar clearing.

Faced with an unknown shinobi with no identifying forehead protector. His face was concealed by the hood that shrouded him in darkness, even with the Sharingan he could only make out the faintest traces of a sneer and cold navy blue eyes.

He moved with a speed that was unexpected, and Kakashi followed the movement as he had done when he encountered this enemy with Asuma and Gai. However, this time he would be ready to intercept the strike that had caused his injury. Chakra pulled along his forearm and lightning prickled his palm.

In slow motion, he twisted his torso and struck out with his fist.

A sharp pain had him faltering as his left eye blacked out entirely. Kakashi stumbled as the scene changed in the blink of an eye. Where he should have stood, you were there, arms thrown wide as if shielding him from the attack. All he could do was watch as you fell to your knees and then face first into the dirt.

The world spun to black as he tried to run for you, never getting any closer as he roared your name.

Kakashi jolted awake as two tight hands shook at his shoulders, and he rolled instinctively to pull his attacker under his body. The loud shriek of surprise and fright roused him enough to blink his eyes and look down to see your timid face peering back at him.

“Princess, it’s you,” he whispered.

He roamed your features, watching them soften under his expert gaze. You squirmed for release of his tight hold but Kakashi had to be sure – had to know that you were safe and whole. He yanked at the soft cotton of your sleeping top, exposing your midsection that quivered as he ran exploratory fingers over the soft smooth skin – unmarked and perfect.

“Kashi, it’s me. I’m – I’m okay. Look at me,” you pleaded, and he should have known that you would be smart enough to realise that he had been trapped in a nightmare.

His face crumpled as he rested his weight atop your body, accepting him like only a lover could – cradled between your thighs with arms wrapped around his shoulders. You stroked at his naked back and felt the hairs raise as you did your best to soothe his fear from him.

Kakashi nuzzled against your neck, insistent lips pressed to your beating pulse and the primal noises from inside his chest sparked something equally as basic in you.

Wrapped in the dark of the night, you held the face of your beloved and listened to his most earnest plea, “Need you, y/n. Please – I just – I want to wrap myself in only you.”

You were a slowly burning match, ignited by the love and need so openly displayed. Not hidden behind a playful facade, no teasing or messing around – this was something more and it transcended simple intimacy.

A soft kiss was your answer.

Lost in the feel of the man in your arms, drowned by his taste and aroma. He was the very air that your lungs needed, the reason you greeted each morning with a smile on your face and the other half of your soul.

The pale blue sheets twisted as Kakashi let his hands roam your pliant frame, he may need you urgently but he was still going to savour the moment and enjoy your treasure of a body now stripped of clothes.

He had no desire to stop kissing you. Stealing your moans and swallowing them down hungrily, but your writhing movements spoke of how he was needed in other places.

Swipe, swipe, swipe.

Expert fingers spread through your folds, the roughened pad moving in precise time as his mouth closed around your soft nipple. The gasp in your throat spurred him on, tongue swirling the budding peak and lips rolling it gently.

You were so wet and eager, hips pressing against his hand in the hopes of just a touch more friction and Kakashi delivered – as he always did. His thumb nestled against your clit, moving gently from side to side as he knew you liked. Not more than a ghost of pressure as he slowly stoked your fires.

“Love you so much princess,” he cooed against your breasts. The wet disconnect of his lips snapped at the chains of desire, pulling taut and resonating deep in your stomach.

“Kashi – fuck – wait!”

He growled in answer, pearly white teeth nipping at your neglected nipple and almost entirely feral eyes snapped up at your face. The blazing intensity of the Sharingan never ceased to steal the breath from your lungs.

You had to use all of your strength to roll him over, flipping your positions and drawing a deep grunt from Kakashi. His mouth refused to budge from your trapped nipple, the tip tickling against the sensitive skin as he rubbed his excited erection against your slick pussy. A part of you wondered when he had even removed his pyjama pants, but the thought was banished as he deliberately caught your hood with the blunt head of his cock.

It was hard to think straight, to reassemble your mental faculties enough to remember why you had wanted to be on top. Your short nails scratched into the velvet-encased steel of his chest, catching his pretty perked-up nipples as payback for his teasing ways.

“Mm,” he groaned out and finally let his head fall back against the pillows.

“Let me love you, you deserve the world Kakashi.”

He brushed the tears from your eyes with his thumb, a ghost of a smile pressed on his lips as you gazed at him lovingly. Your heart clenched and it only heightened the points that connected you to him, thighs pressed tight against his hips, hands braced on his chest and the gentle sway of your lower lips that encased his shaft coated in your arousal.

You reached between your bodies, mindful of bearing your weight partially on your haunches, and cupped his heavy balls – rolling them slowly and enjoying the catch of breath in his throat. Dextrous fingers continued the massage until you could take it no longer, your need to unite completely overpowering your rational brain.

His cock was hard and straining in your tight fist, sliding easily from base to tip with how drenched he was in your wetness. You guided him to where you needed him most and slowly inched down. Every vein dragged against your walls, forcing you open. The whine from your pouty lips, the writhe of your hips as you stalled at only a few inches deep only tightened his hold on your waist.

Kakashi rubbed soothing circles against your soft tummy, letting you bounce on half of his length as your tight pussy unfurled like a blooming rose. Each descent was easier than the last, the stinging burn of being stretched overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of feeling him deep inside.

You blushed under his heated stare, the one that spoke of carnal thoughts but was softened by the equally pretty blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Teeth sunk deep into your lip, embarrassed by the lewd noises that were close to escaping your throat.

Kakashi gripped your chin, pulling you down so he could kiss you soundly. It was a clash of teeth, a war of tongues that swirled and fought to come out on top, interrupted by the guttural sound as you finally – finally – came to rest flush against Kakashi’s hips.

“That’s it, princess. So tight for me. You feel me here?” he asked, pressing a hand against the slight bulge on your stomach from the angle of your body.

You writhed like a snake, hissing and whimpering through the deep kiss against your cervix. Clenching around his thick cock, catching every intimate spot with practised precision.

It was slow and intimate.

Both hot and intense – lovemaking and primal sex.

Hips faltered from their rhythmical bounce, losing tempo as fatigue set in. Kakashi kneaded at your butt, spreading the cheeks as he dug his fingers into your yielding plush flesh. He took over, fucking up into your pussy that gripped him so tightly, trying to fix him in place and milk him dry.

Your sweaty face pressed into the crook of his neck, a hand on either side of his face to keep you from pressing your weight against his torso and he cursed his injured body. His hips drove harder, making to demonstrate that he was no weakling, he could still fuck you dumb and that was his intention.

Planting his feet on the mattress, he raised his knees and pressed kisses to your cheek, “lean back princess, I gotcha.”

You were as limp as a noodle yet you managed to press your back against his thighs. You gifted him a perfect view, captured by the bright flare of the Sharingan – sweat-soaked smooth skin, breasts moist from his saliva and where his cock disappeared into your pretty pussy.

“Love you Kashi – love you so much,” you slurred.

Silver hair fell into his eyes as he fixed you with a tender smile, linking your fingers to give you the added stability from his arms. His hips snapped upwards and you yelped in surprise, head lolling back as he didn’t dare to give you even a second reprieve.

“I love you too y/n.”

Kakashi drove into you like a man possessed. His butt contracted with every stroke, tightness flooding his belly and making the wet smack of his heavy balls against your ass sound so lewd in the dark room. The precipice approached, your walls squeezing the life out of him as your keening noises reached a crescendo that only animals would be able to hear.

“Cum for me princess,” he coaxed, releasing one hand to let his thumb rub feverishly at your achingly sensitive nub. He wasn’t prepared for your orgasm to knock the breath from his lungs. You exploded like the most spectacular firework – it truly was a sight to behold.

Kakashi gritted his teeth in a desperate attempt to hold off his own release but it was too much. The vice-like grip on this pulsing dick, the heavenly sight of your blissful expression along with your panting chants of his name were too much for him to hold back.

Warm, comforting heat spread throughout your body. You were distantly aware of Kakashi’s orgasm, sensing the hot flood of milky cum that coated your walls and lowly moaning at how it tried to dribble from your still stuffed pussy.

Slowly, you returned to earth.

Grounded by your anchor that was the silver-haired honey lying beneath you. He rubbed your soft stomach, thumbs tracing your sides as he twitched in your tight hold. Each time made you jolt a little, a small giggle cooling the air that was heavy and sticky with the scent of sex.

“You know,” Kakashi purred, fixing you with his steel grey eye, “you still haven’t bathed me yet…”

He grunted as you unseated yourself, head falling to his thighs as your supple, boneless body melded into the sheets. You grinned at him from your position, watching his softening cock twitch in the thick sheen of your combined essence.

“How about an extra special kind of bath?”

The answering smile was wicked, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you took him in a firm hold and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his sensitive cock.

“You’re so good to me. Better than I deserve. Will – will you stay?” he asked in utter reverence.

How could you even dream of saying no?

#delirious writes #kakashi hatake #kakashi smut #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #naruto #naruto fanfiction #kakashi fanfiction #naruto smut #kakashi fluff #hurt/comfort

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opttagoyeo · 9 months

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Why did this happen? (A naruhina hurt/comfort doujinshi)

Artist: LINK HERE

Raws: LINK HERE

Ps.: I translated this raws Illegally, they aren't as good as the other translator and cleaners and even typesetter! I'm sorry, y'all, I just did this for my own sake!

This is my first ever time translating a 9 page comic and it's so exciting and tiring at the same time but I felt happy doing it, especially doing the cleaning process. I hope you enjoy this even if the translation sucks..

~ FROM A POTATO NARUHINA FAN

#Naruhina #naruhina #naruhina doujin #naruhina fan comic #naruhina hurt/comfort #Hinata Hyuga #Naruto Uzumaki #Uzumaki Naruto #uzumaki naruto #naruto x hinata #hinata hyuga x naruto uzumaki #hinata hyuga #naruhina angst doujin #naruhina angst

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ladytyburn · 7 months

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TW: Anxiety / Panic Attack

This feels super weird to post because it's pretty personal aaaaaahhhh

But anyways I thought Naruto might have a trauma around bad things happening while he is unconscious + abandonment issues and such, and sometimes your brain thinks highly unrational when you're just waking up and were also severely anxious already the night before.

(Also: not a jab against Sasuke, the little guy was hurting just as much)

#narugaa #gaanaru #naruto #gaara #narugaa blue comic #ladytyart #hurt / comfort #anxiety #panic attack

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moumouton4 · 11 months

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Yn wants to break up with Itachi saying many harsh things bc she has put up with his father's bad comments about her cause she is not an Uchiha nor a Shinobi but there is a limit

The Last Straw || Itachi Uchiha x reader

A/n : Hello dear sanotachiii !! I hope you'll like it ! It's like a two in one lmao. Give Itachi hugs he needs lots of it 🥺

Warnings : angst, harsh words, fluff at he end

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1897

It shouldn't have happened like that. The truth is, everything was going well between you and it should have been

You loved each other with a pure and sincere love, you were dedicated body and soul to each other and nothing could have spoiled this magnificent picture

But that was without counting on Fugaku Uchiha, Itachi's father

It's fair to say that he attached a great deal of importance to the family from which the people who were close to his sons came. A little too much for your taste

You came from a good family, and there were certainly proud ninja in the ranks of your clan. However, your clan wasn't one of the most outstanding clans in Konohagakure, nor was it from another country

Of course, Fugaku was careful not to tell his son, and decided to do everything in secret

You met him once, and since that day he's avoided you like the plague. Whenever lunch was set up with you, Itachi, his mother and sometimes Sasuke were the only ones present

One day as you were walking to the lake where your date with Itachi would be, you felt someone approach you and the next thing you knew you were cornered in an alley

You recognized him immediately, Fugaku "Leave my son alone. When are you going to realize that you're not enough for him ? All you'll do is hold him back on your low ladder. He's supposed to have a great life and his family should shine in Konohagakure. Do you think you're capable of taking over the Uchiha clan ? Do you think anyone will respect you knowing you're not even up to their level ?..."

He didn't stop talking for what seemed like an eternity. Each word a drop of venom that numbed your body even more. You didn't even realize that the flowers in your hand had ended up on the ground

"You've got it. Or do you need me to be more convincing ?" his sharingan twinkled in his eye. You, who loved to see it in your boyfriend's eyes, froze for the first time at its sight

You nodded vigorously, managing as best you could not to release the tears you were holding in front of him. This bastard won't be allowed to see you cry "Good now go away and don't let anyone tell me you were seen in the Uchiha district or near Itachi again. Or you'll both regret it"

And with that he disappeared in a poof of smoke. For a moment you were stunned. Your tears began to fall as you thought about his last sentence, "you both", was he going to hurt him ? The more you were thinking the more tears there was and soon you started choking on your own tears

You should have realized. He'd just seemed angry the whole meal when you'd first met him. Of course it had to be your fault

You bent down, quickly picked up the flowers and ran from rooftop to rooftop all the way home. By the time you got there, your eyes were red with tears. So you made a difficult choice that you never thought you'd have to make, and that you never should have had to make. But as you were no longer allowed to see him, you were going to leave him alone, ghosting him, as it were That night you didn't sleep a wink

As for Itachi, he was taken aback. It wasn't like you not to come to a date or not to warn him before canceling. He preferred not to bother you, believing that for one reason or another you had a valid reason for not coming

He began to worry, however, when the next day you didn't meet him at Ichiraku as you did every Wednesday afternoon. So he decided to drop by your place with a raspberry doughnut ( or something else )

Once at your place, your sibling / one of your parents / your cat ( idk 😆 ) opened the door. After politely saying hello and taking off his shoes, he excused himself and walked down the familiar path to your bedroom

When he got there, he saw something he didn't know was going to break his heart too

You were at your desk, writing frantically on a sheet of paper, tears streaming from your reddened eyes. As another tear mingled with the ink on the paper, you crumpled up the sheet and turned to throw it in your garbage can, except this time you met his gaze.

"Y/n what are you d-"

"Please get out of here, you shouldn't be there. Please leave now" your voice was everything but soft

"What are you talking about ? Did I do something wrong ? I'm sorry if I did" he replied in a worried voice, the doughnut still in his hand

"I brought you this" he said, handing it to you

That's when you realized that he wasn't going to let you have it easy, he knew when to trust you and now he knew that no matter what you did, even you weren't really willing to do it. He could feel it

"Keep it with you and go now. I don't have time to deal with you"

"Deal with me ? What does that-"

You knew you'd have to be sharp if you wanted him to really let it go. And knowing it wasn't going to be easy, you pulled out all the stops

"I don't want you anymore. I've had enough of you. Of the Uchiha and all the rest"

"What are you talking about ? Are you feeling alright ?" he said, starting to clench his fist around the snack he'd brought you. He could feel you slipping from his fingers, even your face showed you weren't doing it willingly

He activated his sharingan to see if you were under the influence of a genjutsu, but you screamed out

"Get the fuck out of here you and your fucking evil eyes. Go home to your fuckin' family-" ( Okay now you'd totally lost it. What the hell Y/n 😂 )

Okay now that was a bit too much, the doughnut in his hand tightly squeezed, jam dripping to the floor

Suddenly he moved very fast and in the blink of an eye tackled you to the wall - a hand on your throat - "What has gotten into you ?" despite the anger in his voice you also sensed a certain concern

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to remain silent and say nothing. Itachi, however, decided to take the matter into his own hands and took you out of the house for some fresh air

He intended to find out what had happened to put you in such a state. A surge of protectiveness fuelled inside him, urging him to discover what was doing this to you

He asked you more and more specific questions, and you concentrated on not answering. But Itachi could read the answers on your face that you didn't want to give him. He knew when the answer was yes or no

Without even realizing it, he'd taken you back to the Uchiha district, and it was only in front of his house that you realized it. He must have suspected the cause of your change in behavior and changed his route

He couldn't just act on impulse. Seeing your panic, he took your hand in his "Hey hey don't worry nothing's going to go wrong. I'll protect you, you have my word. But I can't pretend and watch you torture yourself like this"

With that, he went into his house and called the members of his family, claiming to want to talk about something important. Everyone came more or less quickly, some smiling and well, another glaring at you. When little Sasuke came waved at you Itachi flicked his forehead and told him to go play elsewhere during they talked and that you both were going to join him after the talk

You sat nervously at the table next to Itachi's side of the table. Opposite his father and next to his mother's side. The more nervous you became, the more Itachi realized that his assumptions were possibly true

Her mother had seen your nervousness too, and tried to meet her husband's gaze, but he stared at you shamelessly as if he were going to kill you any minute

"Why is she here ?" he suddenly spoke up, and before anyone could reply, he added, "I made it clear last time. You're not enough for an Uchiha. What if the sharingan gene gets lost in the way because of your genetic weakness ? Izumi on the other hand-"

Something inside of you snapped. Maybe it was his degrading words or Itahi's unwavering presence that fueled you but you suddenly stood up "Don't you dare mention that bitch when I'm around ! I'm Itachi's girlfriend and no one beside him would be ever able to change that !"

His father looked unfazed and looked at his soon "Great then. Son tell her you don't want to prolong this futile relationship any long-"

He was cut off by Itachi "Don't finish that sentence"

Yet his father continued "But you don't need her anymore-"

Itachi slammed his fist on the table, his sharingan flaring in his eyes. His mother let out a surprised yelp. "Don't you dare speak to her like this in my presence ever again" anger and protectiveness pumping through his whole system as his voice dropped to an uncanny scarry tone

"I'll let it pass this time. But let her tell me someone tried to mess with her head again, or if I find out... you'd rather I wasn't your son"

Then he looked at his mother "I'm sorry you had to see that, but I wanted you to know. It won't happen again

She gave you an apologetic smile and nodded to her son "Very well Itachi. Now I think it's the right time to go and have fun with your brother. You too Y/n, my dear "

So you both got up and, after saying goodbye, went to see Sasuke in the house garden.

Fugaku's gaze remained fixed on the table, on the cracks created by the impact of his son's fist a few minutes before

His wife's voice snapped him out of his thoughts "Seriously, you should have known better. She means more to him than his own life. He'd never have let her go. Let that be a lesson to you" and with that she left him to reflect on his behavior

Your hand securely held in Itachi's, your fingers intertwined he said softly "No one will ever keep me apart from you. You're the only one who can come up with this that I'd listen too"

You hold his hand tighter "You're very brave, I'd take you as an inspiration Itachi. I love you forever and always"

He smiled fondly "I love you too forever and always whatever may happen" If only you knew at that time, that in a little while he was going to be given a secret mission that may or may not compromise his promise to you. Who knows 🤷 maybe you'd like to be part of the Akatsuki someday

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍗🍠 Again my requests are open 🍣🍩

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha x reader angst #itachi uchiha x reader fluff #itachi uchiha imagine #itachi uchiha angst #itachi uchiha fluff #angst #fluff #request #miri-writes #hurt / comfort #naruto hurt / comfort #naruto shippuden hurt / comfort

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stargliders · 3 months

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So Kiss Me, as I Am Lost (ShiSaku)

My take on "CPR" for @febuwhump. It's an emotional ride with plenty of hurt (and comfort). Thanks so much for reading. 🫶

Rating: M

Summary:

The untenable stress of trying to open the Therapy Center while interning for the Medic Corps. The countless weekends Sakura had to cancel their plans to work on call. Shisui had always been there to encourage her and lift her up with his love. Now, Sakura felt she no longer deserved it. For Febuwhump 2024, Day 5: CPR

Read the one-shot on AO3

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anniemaar · 1 year

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My drawing for the @kakairu-discord-server’s Secret Anbu Exchange event! I hope you like it, @cyhyr :D

❅⋆₊ ͙˚ ꙳⋆₊ ͙˚ ꙳❆꙳ ͙˚₊⋆꙳ ͙˚₊⋆❅⋆₊ ͙˚ ꙳⋆₊ ͙˚ ꙳❆꙳ ͙˚₊⋆꙳ ͙˚₊⋆❅⋆₊ ͙˚ ꙳⋆₊ ͙˚ ꙳❆꙳ ͙˚₊⋆꙳ ͙˚₊⋆❅⋆₊ ͙˚ ꙳⋆₊ ͙˚ ꙳❆

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uchiwife · 1 year

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𝗪𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗

pairing: Itachi Uchiha x Sakura Haruno

tags: Modern au, established relationship, drama, heavy angst, arguments, hurt/no comfort, emotional hurt, breakup. [that's all i'm going to tag because i don't want to spoil you.❥]

warnings: just a lot of pain, get some Kleenex.

words: 1,187

summary: 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾.

a/n: English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse me for any mistakes I might commit in it. ꒱࿐ “♡ ˚.*ೃ

𝗣͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝘁͟ 𝟮͟. , 𝗣͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝘁͟ 𝟯͟. , 𝗣͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝘁͟ 𝟰͟., 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟱

[“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, '𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈. 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝖾.”♡]

“So that's it? It's over? Just like that?”

“I'm sorry...” He looked away, not having the courage to look her in the eye. He knew he’d back out if he did.

“I don't care if you're sorry! I don't want you to apologize, I want you to stay with me!”

“I wish I could.”

“But you can! You promised. You promised to always be there. You promised me. You... Itachi, you promised me.”

Her voice broke on the last words. Sakura tried in vain to fight the tears that threatened to fall. The sight alone was enough to turn Itachi's stomach. He didn't like to see her sad, but this was more than sadness. She was breaking. And he was the cause of it. It was enough to make him disgusted with himself. He wished things were different... but they weren't. This was the reality he lived in.

“I know, I'm sorry. My father...”

“Fuck him! You can decide what you want to do with your life; why don't you–”

“You know as well as I do that it's not as simple as that! I have to preserve my family's honor. You know how they are. It's my duty as the eldest. I've always known that. I grew up with the idea of taking over the family business, it was never about us-”

He stopped, refusing to finish that sentence. He couldn't finish it. It would hurt her too much. But she had understood without him even adding anything, if the expression on her face was anything to go by.

A bitter smile stretched across her lips as she said sarcastically:

“Oh so sorry for ruining your plans.”

“That's not what I meant!” he replied, frustrated. By her, by himself or by the situation, he didn't really know.

She scoffed at him.

“No? I'm the crazy one then? Because I could've sworn that my boyfriend of four years was dumping me like a piece of shit.”

“Don't say that!” He fumed, absolutely not liking where this conversation was going. He hated that it was even happening to begin with. “Don't talk about yourself in those terms. You know how I feel about you. How I've always felt.”

“Go tell that to the whore your clan wants you to marry.”

“Sakura...” Itachi sighed, tired. He wasn't fond of swearing, but it wasn't a wise thing to say. Even less so now. He had always been raised to believe that manners made a person valuable. Of course, there was a side of him that even his family didn't know about, and it was better that way. His mother would probably be scandalized if she knew.

“ Don't Sakura me! Do you realize what you’re doing? What you are doing to us? Have you forgotten all our plans? Your plans?”

“Of course not! How could I? But try to understand. My family has always been strict and inflexible about what they expected from life and the destiny set for the clan. Everything has always been meticulously organized. I knew my father's expectations even before I could write. Not to mention my great-uncle. Madara is probably even worse than father. Love, you know I love you, but if I run away now, Sasuke will-”

Having heard enough of this bullshit, the woman lost her temper (or rather what was left of it). If tears were nothing new, it was her sudden fury that took him by surprise. That and her look. Never, even in their worst moments, had she looked at him with such resentment and disgust. The sight alone was enough to make his heart ache.

“Fine! Go then! LEAVE! Go back to your daddy and play the perfect little boy. Make yourself miserable for the sake of people who don't even think about your happiness! Go and marry a woman you will never love because your family decided she was a better match for you. Go and break your promise to me. After all, I wasn't on the agenda, was I?”

Sakura’s wrath was unleashed upon him, shattering his being a little more with each word. But it was probably what she said next that killed him completely.

“You're a fucking liar! A hypocrite! You're just a little boy desperate for his daddy's approval, a daddy who wouldn't give it to you even if he was on his deathbed. You've always given in to their whims; and I thought that with me, you'd finally see what the world could be. What it could really offer you, not the twisted version of what your clan showed you! I've always been there for you. I've loved you through thick and thin. I've loved you and trusted you. I even loved you when your family treated me like a pest. I turned my back on people for you. People who kept telling me that you'd end up leaving and like a fool I defended you: "Itachi would never do that to me." " he loves me. " "he promised" "he's a man of his word" Man of his word, my ass!”

She angrily wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve.

“I hate you. I.hate.you. I FUCKING HATE YOU..."

her voice broke again, the tension heavy in the air. She felt like throwing up, her heart ached and she wasn't sure she could see anything but a blur with the stream of tears running down her cheeks despite her veiny attempts to wipe them away.

“Get out, get out!!” she cried, pushing him out, her lover witnessing her hysteria, his onyx eyes shining with unshed tears. Probably as devastated as her, even if he was the reason for this in the first place.

“Please, baby… We don't have to part on bad terms. I care for you ; I want us to…”

She laughed then. A laugh that sounded more like a sneer than anything else. How dare he? How could he still use pet names? She was no longer his baby or his love. And yet, she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her heart skip a beat every time she heard him call her that.

“Trust me Itachi, one day you’ll regret it and when that day comes, don't bother to come back, because I won't be here anymore.”

When the door was slammed in his face, he heard through the door the heartbreaking sobs of the woman he loved so much and would probably love forever. After a minute or two Itachi felt moisture on his cheeks and realized without much surprise that he was crying. He ran a hand over his face to try to wipe away his tears and whispered in a broken tone:

“I already do.”

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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 1 year

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“I was only using you.”

CW: Straight hurt no comfort, descriptions of feelings like they’re drugs. I didn’t proofread this. At all.

He knew it was wrong.

He never should have let you get this close in the first place and that was his fault.

He should have tried harder to keep you at a distance, but you were addictive. Every smile was a high only you could provide. Every hug was like a trip he had never been on. Every time your lips touched, it was like feeling the first wave of ecstasy as it hits the tongue.

He would drown in you. Kill for you.

Die for you. By anyone’s hands, including his own.

He also knew being near you meant putting you in danger.

He knew you would eventually wind up here, standing in the living room with tears streaming down your face, staring at him like he was your worst nightmare.

And maybe he should be. He needed to be your villain, not your safety.

The bruise of a hand mark wrapped around your arm. The cuts that peppered your flesh he loved to caress proved that. It all reminded him that you didn’t belong in his world. It showed him you deserved a life where you weren’t looking over your shoulder, waiting for someone to hurt you.

“Say something!” You screamed, voice cracking. Your shoulders shook from the force of your sobs.

He crossed his arms over his chest, face unchanged. He could feel his heart shatter with each tear that rolled down your face. Each shuttering breath you took in tested his resolve. His fists shook under his arms with the restraint he had to maintain.

He wanted to run to you. To hold you in his arms and apologize for everything.

“I was only using you.”

You sucked in a deep breath and held it.

“You’re nothing more than a silly little plaything I should have left on the street a long time ago,” his said viciously. Each word a spitting snarl that cut deeper than the last.

Your shoulders stopped shaking. Your fists relaxed. He watched as the fire in your eyes he loved to see sparkle at the silliest things, faded to a dull ember and extinguished.

“I’ll give you a few days to get your shit out.” His footsteps were loud in the silence that hung between you both. A distance that grew miles with each step until there was an ocean between you that he would drown in for the rest of his mortal life and beyond.

He heard your knees his the ground as he pulled the front door closed, separating himself from the only person he had ever and would ever love.

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x Mikey, Draken, Baji, Katsuki, Deku, Todoroki, Hawks, Cloud Strife, Itachi, Kakashi, Ichigo.

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shadowwolflady · 1 month

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Jomae

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Warning: depictions of violence

Summary: what happened to the village of the Lock afterwards?

Character death, Kakashi X OC, hurt, comfort

Kakashi X Rai

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A small army of 12 of Konoha's most elite raced through the shadows towards their border. They had all been summoned and told about a small village that had intel on Konoha and needed to be dealt with. Permanently.

According to records, several spies infiltrated Konoha's walls disguised as civilians, one of them captured and brought in. All had eyes kept on them as they went about the village. But the most infuriating thing was, the one who was brought in under arrest, was let go.

Rai was among the lethal killers darting through the shadows, as was her Captain of Team Ro, Tenzo. She recalled the five photos of the individuals that were seen within the walls.

Such a daunting task ahead of them. An annihilation of an entire village. Nobody left alive. Not even the children.

Not much is known about the village, other than it is small and remote. The population was estimated between 100 to 200 people.

Now, Rai mostly worked with Tenzo. They were familiar with each other. However, she hadn't worked with the others. She had heard of them and their skills, researched them prior to leaving to brief her on their skills and capabilities. All of them had high body counts.

Of the 12, three were women. The others were all men. However, 11 of them were human. While one was a demon. The Wolf, as Rai was called, was notorious among the ANBU as a demon. Many steered clear of her. All of these individuals were hand picked specifically for this kind of mission. They specialized in mass execution.

Among them were water users, earth users, a wood user, miasma user, lightning user, air users, and a fire user. All knew to not bring attention to their targets and their mission, so bright, loud, and flashy jutsus of any sort were banned for them, unless absolutely necessary. But that wasn't a problem for this group.

Rai had to keep herself under control. She could feel her power threatening to break her composure as the team slipped through the shadows of the forest.

Upon crossing a border, they took more careful routes to avoid any well traveled areas.

Finally, they crested a small mountain range, halting in the dense foliage as they assessed the village below.

They already had a plan of attack. To strike in the middle of the night.

The village wasn't too spread out. It was true the tricky part was the outlying buildings, but the trickier part was internal ones.

There was a shift in the air. Rai took several whiffs. A storm was approaching. Perfect.

As the night started the storm struck. The river raged, ‘taking’ out the main bridge into the country. With the threat of commoners stumbling upon them minimized, they slipped into position.

Rai, Tenzo, and one other male waited on the eastern edge of the territory.

Lightning struck the top of a mountain.

They were off.

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Shadows swallowed unsuspecting individuals with teeth and claws. A fog like miasma lulled many into an eternal sleep. The sounds of grunts, cries, and bodies falling were drowned out by the storm. House by house, room by room, person by person was swiftly taken.

Shadow clones of the others darted in and out of the darkness. Lights steadily went out throughout the village.

As quickly as it started, it ended. Several hours it took to thoroughly go through the village and annihilate every single person.

Meeting up in the middle, Rai and several others pulled out scrolls. These were to take bodies of specific individuals back to Konoha.

Rai had come across the female target. The dark haired woman wasn't expecting anything or anyone. Her attack was quick and through her heart. The woman dropped where she was walking. Upon returning to the small home of the woman, Rai opened the scroll. Double checking the info, she IDed the woman. This was the woman that stole intel.

Draping the scroll upside down over the body, a poof sounded as the body was absorbed into the seal. The scroll retracted and sealed on itself. Nothing was left of the woman but the blood stain she left on the floor.

Rai picked up the scroll and placed it in her back pouch.

It had to be after 3 am when the elites gathered quickly in the lightening storm.

The earth users created a massive crevice to bury the whole village. The water users helped to create mud and wash the buildings and bodies into the large gaps before the earth users closed the crevice.

Tenzo was up next. He used his wood style to create a forest around them of varying tree maturity. Saplings to mature trees sprung up around them.

The group retreated, taking one last look at where Jomae used to be. Now, it looked like there was never a village there.

Lightning danced across the sky as they turned and headed for home.

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Kakashi thought it was a little unusual for Ibiki to be out and about. Even more so that Ibiki was knocking on his door early in the morning. “Kakashi, we need you down at the morgue.”

The morgue? They needed identification of a body.

Getting up, he dragged himself out of bed and got dressed before heading down to the interrogation unit's morgue. A thick heavy metal door down a dark hallway blocked his way into the interrogation unit. Rapping lightly on the metal, a small panel opened to reveal Ibiki's eyes before closing. The door opened with an eerie squeak, allowing Kakashi inside.

The whole way down here, Kakashi didn't have a good feeling. He followed Ibiki to the morgue. Inoichi was there as well, at one of the five blanket covered bodies on the tables. It looked like he was trying to get information from the mind of the person beneath the cloth.

Ibiki made his way to the fourth table by a medical nin. The medical nin looked at Ibiki and Kakashi before rolling back the cloth to reveal a face.

The face of a woman.

Of Hanare.

Kakashi gritted his teeth as his heart dropped. He felt sick.

“Does this woman look familiar?” Ibiki asked him. It took Kakashi a bit to compose himself and not let his anger get the best of him before he nodded. “Can you give us a name?”

“The name she had given me was Hanare.” Kakashi felt as if his mouth wasn't his own. The words felt weird.

“Thank you,” Ibiki said before the medical nin pulled the cover back over the woman's head to conceal her identity.

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No. This wasn't true. This wasn't happening. Kakashi was in a fog as his feet carried him through the village. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going.

He found himself in the park. A bench called for him to sit. So he did, with his elbows on his knees. He just needed a bit to think, to accept all that just happened. The sight of the woman on the table, beneath the white blanket. It startled him.

Sitting there for several minutes, he took in a deep breath and sat up, looking up to the sky. There was no way he could deal with his genin today. Perhaps Rai would make him feel better. Hauling himself up off the stone bench, he turned and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he made his way to Rai's apartment.

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The door opened. He greeted her with a small sad smile.

“Kakashi?” Rai asked in a soft voice. She was stunned to see him at her door. But what stunned her the most was the sad look he held in his eye. What happened? She wondered as she stepped aside to let him in. Something was bothering him.

Kakashi slipped off his shoes without a sound. Then, he stepped deeper into her place, slipping off his head band and unzipping his vest.

Okay, something was really wrong. Rai watched as he sat himself down on her couch. Rai kept an eye on him as she walked around her couch and sat on his left. The moment she settled, Kakashi leaned over and placed his head on her shoulder. How her heart hurt for him. Something was bothering him. Turning herself, she placed a hand on his head and placed a kiss in his hair. Shifting herself back a bit more, she wrapped her other arm around him, coaxing him to lay on top of her. Kakashi didn't fuss. He accepted her actions. Tucking his head beneath her chin, he made himself comfortable. He wasn't planning on going anywhere for a bit.

How Rai wanted to ask what happened. To allow him to talk and voice his sadness or concern. But with him being this quiet, she thought to just let him be. She placed another kiss on his head as she let her fingers run through his silver mane.

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ficklecat · 2 months

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glug glug if ya nah im sayin

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moumouton4 · 9 months

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Hi! Would love if you agreed to write an Isekai where female reader "appears" in the Shinobi world and meets Itachi, they fall in love, etc. Female reader has special powers and Itachi protects her. She heals Itachi from his chakra illness and turns his regular Mangekyou Sharingan into an Eternal one.

Something like that, you can add whatever inspires you whether that's fluff, smut or angst (as long as there's a happy ending).

Out Of Nowhere || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : Hello my dear ! Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea. I'm so happy I turned this way !

Part 2 : And Everywhere : Sex In Tsukuyomi

A/n 2 : IMPORTANT TO READ - This part was supposed to be the intro of a smut fic where Y/n wants to ask Itachi to have sex inside Tsukuyomi. But it got out of hands and now it's Part 1. So yes there will be a Part 2 published tomorrow or the day after

Warnings : Fluff, angst, fluffy ending slowly turning into a slow burn, Itachi loves ypu and he needs to protect you, but you're here to protect him as well. Next Part will full smut.

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1821

You never thought you’d ever end up in this situation when everything started. You never conceived the idea of someone like him existing. And he never imagined meeting someone like you

How you met, well it was only the chance of destiny

You didn't even know what had happened. You were just walking along when all of a sudden you felt yourself falling ( like just before falling asleep ) and then poof all of a sudden you were somewhere else ( let's say you didn't care about your family and friends lmao because it would be very depressing )

At first you didn't really know where you'd been moved to. You watched the world around you with rapt attention, eager to understand what the hell was happening to you

Nevertheless, you could feel a force within you, like a fire of energy burning deep inside you

But before you could think further your head started throbbing painfully, you started to feel hot flashes. Your hand found a grip on a tree trunk and you slowly slid to the floor. Not even two minutes later you were out, lying unconscious in the middle of this foreign forest

It is some kids that were playing around the area who found you there. While some stayed at your sides, the others ran at full speed to get someone to help

The inhabitants of Konohagakure who were brought by the kids could have been suspicious - like so many other times lmao - but they somehow decided to give you a chance. According to those who found you you were wearing funny clothes and clearly looked disoriented

When you came back to your senses, they didn’t lose any more time to bring you to *inoichi Yamanaka, who sounded your mind to be sure that you weren’t any threat for the village

The more you stayed in Konohagakure the more you started to feel at ease. You quickly learned that you were surrounded by a ninja world in which chakra mastery was a prerequisite for success

You figured that you too, you possessed this form of vital energy that enabled you to enhance your abilities

The most astonishing thing was that yours - probably because of your journey to this world - was different from the shinobis. It had the power to heal the effects of time and disease - like Rapunzel lmao

But you eventually got used to it and started training to become a ninja - Iruka never had such a respectful, elderly pupil 😂

Thanks to your talent and willpower, you were finally able to complete your studies quickly enough to be allowed to go on simple B or C ranked missions within a year - yeah so impressive

However every time you went on a mission, you felt like you weren't at 100%. It was as if you were only using a fraction of the power you had. But you wanted to improve yourself and be best you could be for your fellow comrades So you took matters into your own hands. You went to the central hospital of Konohagakure and asked the doctors to run some tests on you, to try and understand your situation a little better. And a lot has changed after this

The doctors indeed realized that your chakra contained traces of the proteins present in the composition of the Mokuton, Shôton, Byakugan, Sharingan, Rinnegan… the list was so long

They couldn't believe it, they found traces of every Kekkei Genkai in existence, even those thought to have disappeared

Of course, the information leaked out and many ill-intentioned people began to take a close interest in your case. Your power was invaluable and, if used properly, could create an invincible army of ninjas who, thanks to you, could possess several Kekkei Genkai

You weren’t Y/n the newbie anymore, but more the weapon to to declare war on a major power

That's how you met the person who changed your life and made your day. The most talented ninja of his generation had been summoned by the Hokage V to ensure your security

"You understand, Itachi, her safety is our priority. I don't want her to be left alone until all the bounty hunters we know about are put out of action"

"Very well, I won't disappoint you" the young man answered with conviction

Though he hadn't anticipated that he'd take his mission much more to heart than he should have. And finally, even when you were theoretically out of danger, he couldn't resist staying with you. To accompany you on missions or just come for tea after training. And finally he confessed, unable to keep his love for you a secret any longer

To his surprise, you reciprocated his feelings, and that's when the two of you became each other's most important person

After that, you'll all share. Long, exhausting missions that have brought you closer together and strengthened your bond. And then there were the more difficult times, when things had to be done with heavy consequences

But you always managed to find each other. In more or less good shape and condition

This never-ending game of getting lost and finding each other finally came to an end the day he came back to you partially blind. You sensed from his restraint and the almost empty look in his eyes that he couldn't see much. Indeed, his eyes couldn't even make out the contours of your face through all that mist in his eyes and it destroyed him - seriously I'm sure it would have created some ptsd

You couldn't let it go on and convinced him to stop. You kept him close to you and protected him as he had done for you all those years ago

Though there was one thinking you didn’t know. You thought you'd protect him by keeping him away from battles so he wouldn't use his Mangekyou Sharingan, thinking it was the latter that had caused him to lose his sight, but you didn't count on the rare and devastating disease he was suffering from. For some reason, his chakra was the source, and the more it coursed through his veins, the more poisonous it became for Itachi. As a result, his eyesight and health were declining more and more You exhausted yourself day after day, night after night to finally find a way to give him back his sight. He wasn't lost, so to speak, his sharp ninja senses enabled him to perceive everything around him, but... he'd give anything to be able to see your face again

And so, after a few weeks, you succeeded in perfecting a jutsu to restore his sight. He trusted you blindly ( pun unitented / gen ) and he was right. Because it only took you fifteen minutes. And after that draining effort, when he reopened his eyes he felt slightly different

He looked at his hands for a moment, and when he could see the details of the lines in the palm of his hand again, he swore he felt tears starting to well up in his eyes. You'd done it

He saw without any blur your tired face dripping with drops of sweat. When your eyes locked with his, a sigh of relief escaped your lips and you let yourself fall back tiredly onto the bed behind you. His hands came to cradle your face

"You've done wonders Y/n. You're a miracle from heaven" his thumb was rubbing softly against your cheek "I'll never be grateful enough. But you must rest now. Let me take care of you"

With that he took a towel of cold water and passed it over your face to invigorate you. Then he tucked you into bed before joining you like every other night

He spent some extra time admiring the features of your face, which he had missed so much lately. He struggled to understand how such an extraordinary being had crossed his path. How someone like him had been blessed to have you by his side

"Itachi..." he heard you mumble in your sleep, and he couldn't stop a wave of warmth from flooding his heart. He gave you a gentle smile despite the fact that you were fast asleep and pushed a few strands of hair from your forehead. He placed a lingering kiss on it before getting up to brush his teeth

On the way to the bathroom he noticed a slight weight and a tingling sensation in his eye ( does that even make sense ?!? ) as if something had changed. He brushed it off and decided to take care of the task in hand

He took his toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. Bringing the brush to his mouth, he raised his head and froze. He had just met his own gaze in the mirror, his pupils now adorned with a pattern different from the three tomoe pattern of his Sharingan and the Mangekyou Sharingan he had awakened a little while ago

He swallowed hard as he recognized the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. He took a deep breath and concentrated on regaining control. When he opened his eyes again, this time he saw his everyday black orbs in the mirror. The ones who admired and observed your every detail

It was the first time he had witnessed this particularity of your chakra. He'd heard about it like many people, but he'd never seen you create or awaken a Kekkei Genkai in someone before

He wondered if you'd done it on purpose though, or if it was just a mistake on your part. He decided not to bother tonight and to address the subject the following day. Finally, he continued brushing his teeth, counting the seconds until he could join you in bed and sleep with you in his arms... or the other way round - he also loves to be held

Little did he know that sleeping wasn't really what was going on for you right now. Sure you were sleeping, but your mind and body were restless

When he raised his head earlier, you did your best not to let your breath hitch when you saw the new pattern in his eyes. You knew enough about the Uchihas to know what it was and the many properties this power possessed

You body felt like on fire as you dreamed a whole host of scenarios in your sleep "That's so hot" you kept thinking

In real life your cheeks were flushed and your thighs clenching. And when Itachi came back to bed he thought that you were feverish from using that much chakra earlier. So he held you close, hoping his warmth would help your fever go down at some point But you wished just one thing right now, having several of him taking care of you at the same time in a timeless dimension

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