#jutsu babble

[minaa-munch]

If not minato who should have been the fourth hokage

Fugaku.

I know, I know - but read me out. Minato was appointed Yondaime for a number of reasons; his reputation, his prowess, his lack of direct clan affiliations and...well, timing. The village needed someone like Minato at the helm to ensure some semblance of stability after the war. Also, I have reason to believe that Minato's appointment was a way of taming Orochimaru's ambitions.

But that's a separate post. Fugaku was older, wiser, and a formidable shinobi in his own right. We don't see enough of him in the manga, but have you seen him in Itachi Shinden? He's mature and understands the underpinnings of the Uchiha's relationship with the village leadership - even understands why Itachi has to resort to genocide. Otherwise, do you honestly think he couldn't have stopped Itachi if he wanted to? The Uchiha clan head? A man who fought two wars?

Pft. No. Itachi was a genius, sure, but the Uchiha clan head isn't a weakling. All that said though, he would have never made Yondaime because he's an Uchiha and the village leadership discriminates.

P.s. I was tempted to say Shikaku but let's be honest, he's already the shadow-kage - Jonin commander and advisory board member. He doesn't need the title. Also he's not flashy enough.

[dark-konohagakure2]

Hi 💞 I love your content. Can I get Shisui using his Kotoamatsukami on his younger sister to brainwash her into loving him and him alone + non-con's her, please?

tw: incest, sibling incest, noncon, blowjobs, brainwashing, Kotoamatsukami, praise, infantilization, love bombing

All characters depicted are 18+

Shisui's little sister is the most precious person in the entire world to him, their parents aren't in the picture so he practically had to raise her on his own from a young age, which has made him very overprotective of her. But she's growing up too fast right before his very eyes, and Shisui does not like that one bit.

While she is an adult, she's still Shisui's baby sister, his precious little girl, and the mere thought of her talking to other men and possibly being harmed or taken advantage of by them is enough to make the Uchiha's blood boil, so after much careful consideration, he decides that he needs to take some preventative measures.

Kotoamatsukami is an ocular jutsu that can only be used once a decade, so Shisui has to be very careful how he uses it, and he can't think of a better use of it than protecting the most precious person in his entire world. He feels somewhat conflicted at first, but his love for his sister wins out over any reservations he might have had.

It's almost laughably easy, he just needs to look her in the eye for a second, and all of a sudden she's all over him, clinging to him and bawling her eyes out, babbling on about how she never wants him to leave her and how she loves Nii Nii more than anything. Shisui will feign surprise and immediately comfort her, his pants growing unbearably tight as he does so.

"Woah there..! Baby, it's okay... Your big bro loves you more than anything else in the world... if you really want that, then you don't ever have to leave my side ever again..."

Shisui can't remember the last time he's been this happy, he missed her calling him Nii Nii and being his little girl so much, and it's been so long since he last got to hold her in his arms. But Shisui is only a man, and he can't control his darker urges for very long, but luckily for him his precious little angel doesn't mind helping her big brother out.

He'll feel a twinge of guilt for taking advantage of her altered state of mind, but any guilt he might be feeling is instantly replaced with pure bliss as he feels her lips clumsily wrap around his cock. Shisui often fisted his cock late at night to thoughts of his sister pleasuring him with her mouth, and now that it's finally happening he's in complete ecstasy.

Shisui isn't rough with her at all, no he'd never do anything to hurt his beloved sister, in fact he'll be incredibly gentle considering that he's technically forcing her, stroking her hair gently and consoling her if she's choking and gagging on his cock too much, and he's more than sure to let her know what a good job she's doing and how good she's making him feel.

He'll end up reaching his peak rather quickly, he can't help it when his most deviant and depraved fantasies are finally coming true, and with the most dear person to him too. Shisui will cum directly down her throat, filling her tummy with his cum while he tells her how incredibly happy she has just made him.

"F-Fuck..! G-Good girl, baby, good girl... You did such a good job, Nii Nii loves you so so much, honey..."

In the end Shisui is incredibly glad that he decided to use his Kotoamatsukami on her, he knows it's a terrible thing to do to his own sister, but she's blissfully unaware and just happy to be with her brother all the time, and he gets to have his baby sister all to himself, so in the end he sees it as a win win.

[junkienet]

✱ AFTER DAWN CARESSES ？ eagle master noa.

fluff ⌇ cute time with a partner undertone ⸻ ﹙ 𝒜lt ﹒ universe ﹚ established relationships. 𝒻.ᐟreader

LATE AT MIDNIGHT ◞ 09 : 27 o ' clock. ⸻ between entwined legs and arms.

underneath the canopy of bleak branches , the bubbling murkiness of the gelid grime ringlet your perspiring brow. you steep your corporeal weight on your hip—joint , stirring in the fathomless concave of the nest made of caramel—deerskin , shrubbery and withered leaf stalks. noa , master of birds , paladin of the eagle's clan , skates his elephantine thumb across the sun—peel of your cheek. the womb of his gloved palm in carved leather kneads the peach flesh , like seared bread. he whir's , gurgling beneath the thwack of accumulated drool under your tongue, the shore of your eye elongates and squash bellow the pumpkin—cushion of his fingers. you gulp the swell of saliva, cooling the structure of your larynx.

you rasp. " your hand is the same size as my cranium . " the ape crane his mandible , abstracted. his digits clatter on the beak of your head.

" cra—nee—um , hmm. " he scratches his throat, ambivalent.

you nod once , your fingernail galloping along the meadow of ochre fur that drenched the perimeter of his denuded , salmon—skinned ear. " cranium , yes. " you extol the arid tumult at the bottom of your dehydrated mouth. " you could crush it if you wanted to. " you babble in the cadence of a lonely nightingale.

the chimpanzee denies twice , muddling his snout , barbed of your human—kind ideality. he spits a smack of lips in the opposite route , undulating a drapery of your ravelled hair.

" i won't . " his shale timber of voice excavates into a nasal splutter.

you coil your head , distinguishing the crackle of the nest's teeny twigs. " but you could. "

" i won't . "

you broom the juncture of his scruff , blanding the pulsating pitter—patter of the crown of your skull as you perceive a scintilla of his viridian—green orbs , of wheat fields and groves , sumptuous. " i believe you . "

he sprain his upper—spine , the peak of his paw toes stroking the crook contour of his left kneecap . he panted a grunt , an abysmal clamor that hike's aerially , exultant .

" you have long nails . . . you could take my eyes out , " he glabber's with a sequence of drooped blinks. " if echo wanted to. "

you negate three times , slouching your forehead on his leafy , pompous bosom. " i won't. "

his herculean arm cascade parallel to an iron belt through the shoal arch of your waist , impelling you against his thorax.

" i believe you. "

SEXY JUTSU LIKE NARUTO ©JUNKIENET ╱ 2024.

[animereaderinsertwriter]

we give what we can give (and take what little we deserve)

ch 7

pairing: alpha!kakashi x omega!reader

tags: omegaverse, arranged marriage, angst and fluff and smut, plot twist!

description:

Kakashi agrees to marry an omega princess-- the adopted daughter of the daimyo. However, what he agrees to and what he gets aren't exactly the same thing...

Excerpt: “You’re hurting me,” she cried, those glistening tears making glittery tracks down her cheeks. Her pain wrenched at his heart even as he held her fast. “Let go, let go!”

“If I let go, are you going to hit me?”

“No,” she sniffled piteously, and like a fool, Kakahshi let her go.

She poked him in the eye and made a break for the door.

masterlist

ao3

Kakashi’s coffee table had miraculously returned to the living room.

Well, perhaps not miraculously. The wailing women had been sanded off of the legs— (Y/N) had demanded that much be done before it returned— but she had allowed its return and had even suggested it when she’d noticed him squirming to get comfortable on what had become their reading sofa. Now when they read together, he’d sit with his feet propped up on the coffee table and her feet in his lap— one of many routines that they had developed together during her recovery.

It had been three weeks since (Y/N)’s return from the hospital, and in that time, Kakashi had learned more of his wife— and himself— than he’d ever thought there was to know. Because her recovery was going slowly, they spent nearly all their time in one another’s company; a lot of their time was spent reading together, sometimes separately and sometimes with Kakashi reading one of their books aloud to her. He hadn’t expected to enjoy reading aloud to her so much when he’d suggested it, but now it was one of his favorite activities. Doing voices for the characters, he'd learned, was actually fun, and his wife’s commentary was always so sharp and clever that he found himself looking at the book they were reading with different eyes. Suddenly, it seemed as though they had uncovered a new language together and had begun to babble happily back and forth like children. They laughed together, sighed together, and, on occasion, debated together over what they thought the characters should or shouldn't do. Kakashi could not recall ever feeling so at ease or so deeply connected with anyone who was not a shinobi. 

But this new happiness did not begin and end with reading. Kakashi had come to look forward to lounging in various spots around his own home with his wife. At the weekends, they would sit together beside the pond, drinking sweet wine, fighting mosquitoes, and singing raunchy pub songs so the snakes would stay away from them while they enjoyed the sun. It was, Kakashi had to admit, much more enjoyable than being in an actual pub, where he would have to be mindful of prying eyes while he drank. At his own home, surrounded by wards, the only eyes he had to worry about were his wife’s; often, they sat back-to-back for his privacy, and that, too, had become something to enjoy. He loved the feeling of her back vibrating against his as she sang, and how comfortable it was to finally take off his mask at home as he would back when he was a child. 

These moments, of course, were moments of leisure. During the weekday, Kakashi discovered that (Y/N) kept busy. If she was well enough to go, she went to the markets in the mornings. It was her habit to shop leisurely and talk to each vendor at length, inquiring about their sources and if the crops were yielding as they ought and how their children or grandchildren were. That task in itself brought her to the afternoon, at which point she would retreat back to the compound and entertain guests there. Often, Tsunade dropped by for lunch; other times, it was Shikaku-san or Inoichi-san, who indulged her in shoji and mind jutsu research respectively. Sometimes it was civilians who came, and sometimes young people (Ino and Sakura loved to have lunch with a princess), and seldom it was that no one came at all. If Kakashi was fascinated by this, though, he had seen nothing until he had seen the swarm of children that flocked to their door come four o’clock every other day. 

Directly at four, a troop of pre-genin would bound up to the door to the compound, loud and raucous, and (Y/N) would welcome them in for snacks bought fresh at the market that morning. She would feed them snacks and help them with homework until four-fifteen rolled around, and then, having settled the kids as best she could, she'd pick up the lesson of the day with them. Usually, it was languages or dancing or singing, something culturally enriching but fun for a kid— and then, once the lesson was over, she would send them home to their grateful parents around seven. Parents who, when they thought no one was listening, would later claim that the daimyo's daughter was single-handedly saving their marriages by making time and space for an afternoon away from the kids a couple nights a week. Kakashi found that it was nice to watch her work with the kids, and the way the horde of rambunctious rascals waited on her hand-and-foot through her recovery reminded him that there was, indeed, some pressure to produce an heir for the clan, even if he had already decided not to do so.

Well, it was nice to think about, anyway.

Once (Y/N) seemed fully recovered, Kakashi put in the paperwork to go back to active duty. As nice as the leave of absence had been, there was such a thing as having too much of a good thing. The weekend before he was scheduled to go on mission again, though, Kakashi had hoped to spend more time with his wife, basking in the little bubble of happiness they had made together, but alas, it was not to be. (Y/N) had already devoted one full day to give music lessons for certain interested young ones. Sulking only slightly as he lounged on their couch with a book— a reread, he'd never jump ahead on one of their shared novels— Kakashi listened while (Y/N) worked with a child on the harpsichord in their living room

“I can't do it,” the girl huffed, crossing her arms. 

Patiently, (Y/N) told her she could do it if only she practiced, then asked her to curl her fingers more and begin again. The girl sighed and tried again, running the scale up one side and down the other for a single octave. 

“And the arpeggio?” (Y/N) prompted.

The girl squinted, then pressed notes at the correct intervals, if not exactly in the rhythm (Y/N) had shown her previously. 

“Good. Again, now, and slowly— you’ll never play it as cleanly at the proper tempo if you cannot play it slowly first.”

Kakashi had not initially been thrilled with the idea of sitting in on music lessons, but to his surprise, he’d found himself fascinated by it. There were similarities, he noticed, between the discipline of his profession and music. The pacing, for example— perfecting movements slowly first always resulted in cleaner strikes in combat. The repetition, too, was familiar. Many a day, his father had run drills with him, teaching him proper form over and over and over ad nauseam, always gently and patiently correcting even the smallest slip, just as (Y/N) quietly instructed the girl whenever a note would land sharp or flat of where it should have for the scale. 

“You're doing very well, Amaryllis,” said (Y/N) as the girl groaned in frustration. “Better than I did at your age.”

The girl— Amaryllis— folded her arms. 

“You're just saying that.”

(Y/N) shook her head and laughed. 

“Oh no. I was a terrible student. I was so horrible that Mariko-san— my governess— would tie my legs to the bench and rap my fingers with a ruler when I'd get a note wrong, which only made me more determined never to practice.”

Amaryllis gaped. Kakashi tried to picture an obstinate young (Y/N), tied and howling in a palace full of sycophants who could hear her, but simply could not imagine it at all. As a grown woman, one lifting of her imperious brow could get her anything she wanted from most people; he could not picture her being told no by anyone. 

“But you're so good!”

“I am.”

“How?”

“Well,” said (Y/N), grinning down at her pupil, “I met a young man— a peasant boy, and an alpha at that— who outplayed me in his very first lesson with Mariko-san. By that time, I had been playing for years and could barely cobble chords together to make a song. This young man made the keys sing beneath his fingers, and I was very jealous.”

Now that Kakashi could see— a spoiled princess angry because someone made her look bad. And jealousy… oh yes, that he could see.

“Did he teach you?” Amaryllis asked eagerly. “Did you, you know… like him?”

“Like him? I hated him!” (Y/N) laughed. “He was always better than me— he was a prodigy, sent to the capitol for formal training so that he could make a living at my father’s court. As far as I'm aware, he's still better than me— but listening to him made me just mad enough to practice. Anything some lousy alpha boy could do, I thought, I could clearly do better. Like I said, that wasn't the case, but I began taking my lessons seriously then.”

This aspect of the story seemed not to have pleased Amaryllis so much. Doubtless, she would have liked it better if there had been a romance between her teacher and the peasant boy— young girls always like a romance— but that door had closed. (Y/N) directed her attention back to the music, and Kakashi listened on as the lesson continued for another few minutes.

“Well done, Amaryllis,” said (Y/N) at the end of the lesson. “You're really doing an excellent job. When you get home, tell your mother I said so.”

Amaryllis smiled. 

“Yes, sensei. Thanks for the lesson!”

“Of course.” (Y/N) ruffled the girl’s hair with a warm smile. “Be careful going home.”

“I will!”

(Y/N) saw the girl to the door, then turned to face Kakashi, smiling softly. 

“Hello, husband.” 

“Hello, wife,” he smiled back. 

Wordlessly, she stood and walked past him to the kitchen. As she went, she placed a light, sweet touch on his arm that made his heart leap and left him grateful that he could watch her go. Her skirts swished with the sway of her hips as she walked into the kitchen, and her lingering scent toyed with Kakashi’s senses, teasing him with its subtle sweetness. 

“Sorry if the back-to-back lessons have been tedious for you,” she called from the other room. “I know I say the same things over and over, and make them repeat the exercises just as much.”

“On the contrary, I enjoyed it,” he admitted, watching her grab an old bottle of his father's wine. “How long have you been giving her lessons?”

(Y/N) poured, filling the glass with white wine before replacing the cork and putting the bottle back where she'd gotten it from. She walked past again to take a seat by the harpsichord, and her earth-rain-tea scent mixed with the wine made Kakashi's chest feel funny. 

“Only a short while, though you wouldn't know it from listening. Amaryllis is really very good— her mother wanted her to learn before the talent show that Iruka is hosting.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” (Y/N) took a sip of her wine, watching him over the rim. Her gaze felt like a whisper against his neck, and Kakashi fought the urge to shudder. “It's open for the whole village, you know. You could do something too, if you'd like.”

“I'm not sure I have any talents I'd like to display.” I don't think I have any besides killing. “Are you going to do something?”

(Y/N) smiled.

“I’m going to play something, but I haven't decided what. Would you like to hear the pieces I'm deciding between?”

“Certainly.” 

As (Y/N) settled gracefully onto the harpsichord bench, Kakashi marveled at how strangely at home he had become with her. He knew now that the little roll of her shoulders meant that she was nervous; the slight raising of her chin meant that she had conquered those nerves. Even as he watched the expensive gold silk of her dress fold in delicate creases and spill onto the floor, her wealth and taste no longer seemed so garish as it once had. It was part of her, all this comfort and splendor— and he was beginning to like her, all of her, very much. 

“This first piece is a classic,” she told him, lifting the cover from the keys. “Admittedly, it's been used the world over by every insufferable show-off to… well, show off, but—”

She looked over her shoulder to shoot him a grin, her eyes sparkling. 

“This is a talent show. What's the use in going if you don't show off at least a little?”

Kakashi nodded, and (Y/N)’s focus moved to the instrument before her. The song began with quiet little trills, high notes plinking together something like a butterfly’s wings might beat, if such a sound were audible to human ears. Kakashi watched as (Y/N)’s skillful fingers moved to deepen and broaden the sound, expanding the song into a sweet, fast-paced melody. She really was very good; Kakashi had heard no better. More than that, though, she looked happy. She was not smiling— likely she could not spare the effort— but a fire blazed in her eyes, and her scent flared with triumphant joy at the completion of every difficult passage. Watching that felt… good. When the song came to an end, Kakashi wished it had not. 

“That was excellent.” Kakashi didn't trust himself to say anything else as he watched her take a sip of her wine. He was especially taken by the flexing of the muscles at her throat, how they moved as she swallowed. 

“Thank you,” she smiled. “There were places that could have been cleaner, but I haven't really practiced recently. It's good to know I've still got my chops.”

Kakashi watched as she took another sip of her wine, eyes glued to her throat. The thought occurred to him that he'd like to lick the hollow there between her collarbones, and he realized that he might be in some real trouble if he didn't get ahold of himself. 

“What's the next piece? I might be biased, but I'm not sure anything can top that.”

(Y/N) only smiled. 

“It's an old one, from back when—”

She stopped herself. 

“Ah, well. It doesn't matter. This one is a folk song about love. It's not as technically difficult, but I'm afraid it won't be as effective without the words.”

All of a sudden, (Y/N)’s face became sad, her expression downcast. Kakashi rose to his feet, grateful that he felt steady enough to do so, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Soft as a dream, she laid her head on his hand, letting it rest there for a moment. Kakashi could feel the warmth of her breath against his knuckles. It was a good feeling. A very good feeling.

“You can tell me, you know,” he said softly. “Whatever you were going to say, I wouldn't mind.”

She straightened, looking up at him. 

“My parents— my real parents— taught me this song.”

Kakashi’s heart skipped a beat. She was opening up to him! He hadn’t thought it would happen so soon. Hell, he’d been resigned to wait for months! And yet here the first gold nugget of information lay, nestled in the palm of his hand.

“You knew them?”

“Yeah. I was very young— seven, I think— when they… when they died.”

She was censoring herself again. She looked away, reluctant, but Kakashi pushed for more. 

“How did it happen?”

“They were murdered. I…don’t really like to talk about it.”

Kakashi was elated. Finally, finally, he had something of her that was real, tangible— her words rang with truth as clear as a bell— and yet what a terrible something to possess. He petted her hair soothingly, then let his hand slip to her cheek to cradle her face.

“I’m sorry.”

He meant it.

She shrugged.

“It’s alright. You didn’t know.”

Kakashi nodded, then bent to kiss her head through his mask.

“Play the song for me,” he asked gently. “I want to hear it.”

She nodded, and her fingers began to move.

This piece, too, started with high notes, he noticed— but these were more like raindrops, sweet and plinking in a springtime shower. Four measures passed, and then the magic happened. 

It was a deep, rich melody, if simple; (Y/N) did not sing, but she spoke the story above the music. Kakashi found himself enthralled by it. He could not imagine it could have been sung any sweeter than she spoke it. Through the song, she told the story of a young couple who had fled their clans, hoping to stay alive together, away from those who would object to their union. Sadly, it was not the harsh weather, the loneliness without family, or even the rough financial situation brought about by the couple’s nomadic lifestyle that tore them apart— it was their differences as people. But, (Y/N) related over sweet, sad melodies, even as they grew to hate one another, their love for one another would not release them. The song ended with cautioning the listener against such passionate, intemperate love, and yet somehow encouraging it still— but with the last few lines, (Y/N)’s voice faltered. She was looking at him strangely. 

“Sorry,” she said haltingly, staring up at him as her hand stilled over the ivory keys. “Sorry, I— I don’t want to sound rude, but— are you alright, Kakashi-san? You smell—”

Kakashi crouched. He took one of her hands in his own and kissed her knuckles through his mask. 

“I think you should go with this one,” he said simply. “If there is one thing that shinobi understand, it is reckless, overwhelming love.”

Her scent, usually so deep and balanced, became frightfully thin and wavering, then evened back out. It was impossible to parse what she was feeling just from that, but Kakashi wanted nothing more than to purr at what he did detect.

Desire. Thin and halting, but there. 

“Close your eyes,” Kakashi murmured. He did not look up to see if she had, choosing to trust her as he slid his mask down his face. Gently, he kissed her knuckles, tasted her skin. His thumb traced the scent gland at her wrist, and her hand began to shake even as he held it steady. 

“You're warm,” she said, and the words floated above him, around him, but did not penetrate. “Kakashi— are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Yes.” He'd never felt better. He sucked one of her fingers into his mouth, and the taste was divine. Yes— yes, he felt exceptionally well. 

“Kakashi! I— can I open my eyes, please?”

Kakashi pulled away from that sweet finger, frowning. He didn’t want to stop what he was doing, but if his wife wanted…

He pulled his mask up, then gently tapped look in the outdated version of ANBU code that he'd taught her a couple days ago by the pond. Her eyes opened, and she caught him by the chin, peering into his eyes searchingly.

“Oh dear,” she said, eyes widening. “That certainly explains…”

She wiggled her nose. 

“Is there— should I—” she frowned down at him. “Why didn’t you tell me your rut was coming up? We could have talked about this.”

Rut? That would make sense, he supposed, except… there was no aching, burning, desperate need. He wasn’t crying out for touch, shaking and trembling with need. He just sort of felt… fine. Besides, it wasn’t time. It was early. Like, way early.

Oh, but then his wife— his omega— leaned closer, and suddenly there was no doubt in his mind that he was touched by his season. He saw her neck, so soft and unMarked for him, and he salivated. It had snuck up on him, this rut. Instead of a roaring fire, it was a steady warmth.

That warmth was getting closer to combustion, though. He could feel it low and hot in his belly, its tail lashing like a cat’s.

“Uh…” he began articulately, then faltered as (Y/N) reached out to touch his mask-covered face.

“Do you want to spend this rut with me, or would you prefer someone else? I have no illusions about what kind of marriage this is, and if there was… if there was someone you wanted, I wouldn’t be offended if…”

Kakashi was only half-listening. Was she rejecting him? But… she smelled like she wanted him. Her scent was thick, cloying, responding to the metal-earth-lily scent of his own pheromones with roiling desire. She had wanted him in his rut before, years ago, would have had him if she could have. Why now would she deny herself?

“Kakashi,” she scolded, glaring at him. “Are you listening to me?”

He licked his lips. 

“Yes.”

He was not altogether sure that his mouth knew how to make another word. 

“Do you want me to help you through this first wave of rut, at least?”

“Yes.”

She frowned.

“You know we’re going to have a talk about this once you can think.”

It wasn’t a question. Her voice made it clear that it would not be a pleasant talk, but Kakashi could smell her acceptance sharp and poignant over it all. Barely containing his elation, he said,

“Yes.”

“And you’re sure you’re fine with this?” she asked, brushing her thumb over the bare patch of skin left by his mask. “Fine with me… getting you off, giving you some… relief?”

He shivered.

“Yes.”

For some reason that just seemed to frustrate her more.

“Kakashi, do you know any other word besides yes?”

“No,” he grinned, proud of himself for having managed it, and then his wife was sliding off of the harpsichord bench and sinking to her knees in front of him, his equal in want and deed at last.

“Cheeky,” she said, raising a brow in a way that made her sudden smile look sinister. “Take off your pants and let’s see what we’re working with.”

After the best blowjob of his life, Kakashi had thought that his rut would recede for a bit. Unfortunately, this rut seemed different from every other rut he'd ever had. Instead of being sated after orgasm, his body was even more aroused than before— painfully so— while his mind remained strangely unclouded. Usually, ruts were fairly pleasant for him, a time when he could let loose, chase pleasure, and not think too much about it either way, but this… this was torture! Not to mention embarrassing. 

“I don't see what the issue is,” his wife shrugged, her hand idly stroking the steel pole that was apparently his dick. She lay on her side, elbow resting on that damn rug in their living room that seemed to be becoming a regular place for their rare but ever-intense coupling. “You're coherent enough to consent, so surely that's a good thing.”

“Coherent,” he hissed as she licked his slit, “is not the word I'd use.”

Self-conscious, maybe, an evil little voice in his head murmured, and he growled at it in frustration. 

“So testy,” she sighed, releasing him. His cock ached as it bobbed back up towards his stomach. “Should we… I mean, would Tsunade-sama know what to do?

Probably, but Kakashi would go the way of his father before he ever admitted this… problem to his Hokage, medic-nin or no. 

“She'd probably just prescribe something to make me high as a kite until it's over.”

“You could try it. Might be fun.”

Kakashi shook his head. Is this how he was meant to go out? No glorious death in battle, no heroic sacrifice, just shame, embarrassment, and sheer horniness?

Suddenly, (Y/N)’s scent flared, and Kakashi looked down at her with interest. 

“So,” she began slowly, “the problem is that your body isn't settling down, right?”

Kakashi nodded. 

“Then… what if you weren't in your body?”

Huh?

“I'm not following.”

“Shinobi can alter the perception of reality, yeah? Through genjutsu, illusions and the like?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you have the sharingan, a kekkei genkai that specializes in genjutsu.”

“Yes.”

She sat up and looked him in the eye with a grin fit for a lioness. 

“Then why not put us both in a genjutsu? Busy the mind and separate the self from the body— boom, problem solved.”

Kakashi just stared. 

“Or,” she backpedaled, suddenly unsure of herself, “you could just— I mean, I don't have to tag along or anything. The main thing is making sure you're taken care of. In fact, I'd be more than happy to watch over your body while you—”

Kakashi grabbed his wife by the face and kissed her hard through his mask. 

“You swear you consent to that?” he demanded, heart pounding. “You're really okay with trusting me to put us in a genjutsu?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Do it.”

It was one of the best things Kakashi had ever done. Through the sharingan, they played out a thousand fantasies a thousand ways. One moment, Kakashi was a barbarian lord, a looter from centuries earlier and (Y/N) was his conquest, taken by force from her tiny farming village; the next he was a helpless farm boy offered to (Y/N), the local goddess of grain for sacrifice, and she took his virginity there on the edge of the cliff where they left him. His favorite one— oh, who was he kidding, they were all his favorite— was the one where they were both gods, and the heavens ripped open as they sired the universe itself as Anu and Antu, sky and earth. At one point, (Y/N) had been a woman with a freaky resemblance to Tsunade (yikes, don't know where that one came from), and he had been a grizzled man with a coarse, dark beard speckled with gray (he had a hazy memory of the daimyo's guards and a sneaking suspicion that he knew exactly where that one came from). The whole thing was so unbelievably good that they only returned to their bodies to eat and sleep, spending time in the genjutsu for a combined total of good three days, and even then, the both of them decided that sometimes a meal could wait if it meant enacting their latest fantasy in the genjutsu. 

“Don't you ever get tired?” she laughed as he poked her in the ribs— her real ribs, that is— while she was trying to catch a nap. “There should be a limit to your stamina, especially with all the chakra that must take.”

“I'm incredibly efficient,” he grinned, and though he saw it a million miles away, he let himself be shoved onto his back as his wife lunged to straddle him.

“I bet you are,” she grinned right back. “Show me, shinobi. I command you—get me off.”

That was how Kakashi found himself reminded of the pleasures of the flesh— the actual flesh— by fucking his wife on a mattress for the first time. From below her, he thrust over and over into her hot-wet-tight sex, and she babbled nonsense at him as he played with her tits.

“Yesyesyes,” she breathed, chest heaving. “Fuck yes, look at you, you're so hot, you and that fucking mask.”

Oh yes, she liked the mask— something that baffled Kakashi to no end. Usually, his partners complained because it got in the way, but not her. She desired him for all of what he could give and all of what he could not. Maybe he could learn to do the same. Maybe, just maybe, feelings so strong and true could overcome the secrecy, fill the silence with music. Maybe, maybe. He wanted it, and badly. To let himself love her would be easy, if only he could let go.

“You're beautiful,” he said, because that's all he could say as his rut drove him wild. “Like a queen.”

(Y/N) fisted her hands in his hair and brought them nose-to-nose. Kakashi's heart threatened to tear through his chest at the pleasure of it all. 

“I am your queen,” she growled, her bared teeth lovely and leonine. “Konoha might be your first love and you might even like the way she fucks you, but you have a new mistress to contend with now. You might belong to your village, Hatake Kakashi— Tsunade might own your life— but you also belong to me!”

Her nails scraped painfully against his scalp, and Kakashi’s knees buckled from the sudden, sweeping intensity of his orgasm. His knot swelled as he tried to right himself, but (Y/N) settled her weight over his hips as she kissed him over his mask

“You are mine,” she said again, this time softly, panting. “Mine, Kakashi. Nothing else can have you while I yet breathe. Not even death. No, not even that.”

“Sure,” he mumbled, and then he was lost to the void of rut-haze, finally comfortable and tired enough to feel like himself in his own body once more. “Yours.”

He would have agreed to anything right that instant. If she had asked to bond him, he would have agreed without question. In that moment, he was hers, well and truly.

“Touch me,” she commanded, bringing his hand up to touch her breast. “Please, Kakashi, I need it.”

He did, and she rocked back on his knot, grinding and moaning filthily. He was at her mercy, and damn glad to be there.

[alumort]

ao3

some cute nejilee fluff where neji is distracted by how cute lee is because same

i keep forgetting to post my fics here lol xP but heres a new one!! enjoy!!

His feet moved on their own as Lee guided him towards their shared room in the inn, making sure he didn’t trip with anything on his way– fighting the rogue ninjas had been harder than anticipated, and now his chakra reserves were dangerously low. Neji could barely keep his eyes open, could barely even comprehend what his friend was talking about with one of the local villagers, trying to escape from her in order to allow the brunet some rest.

Neji felt like his head would explode in any moment, though he couldn’t take two steps without tumbling; if Lee wasn’t there, he wouldn’t be able to even get out of the caverns where their enemy had been hiding, defeated by his own overuse of his Byakugan and all the jutsus he had under his sleeve.

Sometimes, not being able to use chakra was a blessing, like then. And still his teammate was quick to get beside him, firmly wrapping an arm around his waist in order for him to not fall down by sheer tiredness– taking his time with every step, smiling at him the closer they got to their room and the sky got darker with every heartbeat, making space for the stars to shine instead of the sun.

Looking at the vague shape of the appearing moon reminded him of something he had heard around before their mission, and Neji barely had enough energy to speak up when the memory crossed his mind. They had finally gotten to their room and Lee had gently placed him on the mattress, making sure to tuck him in a way that not even a single breeze would be a bother at all, taking care of him as usual. His cheeks burned upon realizing how careful the other boy had been, and so he ended up closing his eyes shut in response.

In the past, he would've snapped and pushed him away no matter how tired his body was, but now… it was hard to get mad at the other boy, who liked to smile brightly simply because their gazes met. Neji felt a pleasing kind of warmth whenever that happened, or simply because Lee did something as an attempt to impress him for some reason. Rivalry was just his perfect excuse to act goofy and see if the brunet would tag along, even for only a few moments.

“You need to rest, Neji. I can tell you can barely keep your eyes open,” his companion whispered, and the gentleness of his voice sent shivers through his spine. More when he began to play with his hair, knowing well it would make him drowsy in mere seconds. “The mission is over, we do not have anyone else to fight...”

“But– There's a meteor shower tonight, Tenten told me we could see it here. I want to see it with you,” he managed to mumble before his voice stopped listening to him, and nothing apart from intelligible babbling escaped from his lips.

He was tired after fighting for the whole day, and his body gave up on allowing him to stand up as soon as his head hit the pillow– it wasn’t as comfortable as his own bed, but Neji didn’t even have enough energy to complain, letting out a content hum when his rival ended up laying beside him to sleep for the night. He still made sure not to push him by accident, not to take away his blanket or anything at all, even avoiding touching him without permission if only to make the brunet feel more comfortable by his side.

“I can tell you when it starts, if you would like?” his companion offered, although Neji didn't have any more energy to speak– instead he let out a grunt, shifting his body closer to him in search of warmth, too exhausted to say anything coherent.

At one point, soft snores could be heard in the room, and Lee refused to move a single millimeter from where he was; the brunet had gotten comfortable right by his side, hiding his face on his chest without even realizing it at all– his exhaustion was severe, it seemed, judging by the lack of complaints or embarrassment as soon as he had closed his eyes.

Though, they were extremely close. Lee was used to sharing beds with his teammates during missions, when there weren't enough rooms or mattresses, but… he had never been hugged by his rival in his sleep before. Sometimes Neji did enjoy physical affection, such as patting his shoulder when he did something good or returning his embraces, though never like that– Lee felt his cheeks had gotten warm just like that, more upon seeing how relaxed the other boy was while pretty much using him as a pillow. Trembling hands carefully caressed the brunet's long hair; afraid of waking him up, but with a desire to show his love somehow, or his heart would end up exploding by the neverending joy flowing through his veins.

Seeing Neji relax even further into his hold made him smile, too excited to even close his eyes for long– he knew well how traditional the Hyuga were, and that perhaps his rival was just content being friends… but his soul was happy, having him so close. Realizing that his caresses didn't bother him at all, and rather, the other boy was somehow getting more comfortable on his chest.

Lee wanted to cry, to hug him tighter and kiss his cheeks, yet he limited himself to resting his head on the pillow, keeping track of the time while holding the other boy close to him– Neji was one of the most precious people in his life, and in no way would he dare to even let go, much less when he was sleeping so deeply…

But the taijutsu master was exhausted as well, and each blink was a challenge to avoid closing his eyes for long– resting his body yet not his mind, afraid of not being able to alert Neji whenever the meteor shower was about to start. That was his new mission, or he would walk on one hand all the way back to Konoha!

Though, he didn’t need to wait for a long time, as it was night already; from where they were Lee was able to observe the sky, watching for any falling stars or comets that he managed to see, instead observing the full moon shining brightly on top of it all.

It was only a matter of time, and his enemy was his own tiredness– but if his rival had said that he wanted to watch the meteor shower with him, the sacrifice would be worth it. It would always be worth it, if it meant seeing him smile.

~

Gentle tapping on his nose made him sneeze, and soon Neji lazily opened his eyes, finding himself directly looking at Lee's excited gaze. As if he had something in mind for him, or at least that was his first impression, his brain covered in a haze of sorts as his senses slowly activated.

He was too confused to speak, still in the process of waking up with a long yawn escaping from his lips– the lack of natural light made it obvious that it was late, so why would his teammate want to wake him up? Thankfully, the other boy could tell what his unspoken question was, and spoke before the brunet could think about anything else.

“Neji, the meteor shower is almost here,” he whispered with a smile, chuckling when Neji just rested his head on him once more, not really wanting to move from that spot– comfortable and warm, compared to the usual coldness that came alongside the darkest skies.

At last, the brunet managed to speak, if only to say a couple of words before closing his eyes once more, turning his body to another side with a lazy yawn.

“I'm tired…” was all that came out of his lips, getting nothing but silence in response– that confused him, so he ended up opening an eye to observe his companion.

Lee was pouting now, and his eyes were a bit glassy even if no tears fell down through his cheeks; he even let go of him, though the brunet wasn't pushed away, so Neji lazily looked behind him to better see what was going on.

“But you said you wanted to see it with me… did you change your mind? Do you not want to watch the stars with me?” his rival mumbled, avoiding his gaze in order to hide his obvious sadness somehow, even if it was impossible with the other boy pretty much laying on top of him.

Neji felt like his heart would break at any moment, and soon his exhaustion was washed away with guilt– Lee was right; it had been his idea, and his friend had simply reminded him of it. He couldn't just continue sleeping just like that, not when something so stunning as a meteor shower was about to take place. Who knew when they would have another chance to observe it again? They couldn't waste the opportunity. 

“I… I do want to see it with you. I've never seen a meteor shower, and it'll be nicer if we see it together,” Neji whispered, noticing how quickly his friend cheered up even if some tears had already escaped from his eyes. He stirred up just enough to gently wipe them off with his blanket, receiving a couple of chuckles in response. “Sorry, I just woke up and– well, I'm tired. But I don't want to miss this.”

That was enough to cheer up his rival, who soon let out a bright grin just for him, making the brunet smile as well thanks to his contagious joy. Slowly but surely they changed into casual clothes and went out of the inn, finding themselves surrounded by all the villagers, who had gathered in a clearing just to stargaze together. 

They hadn't brought anything to sit down on, though grass wasn't a bother anymore after so many years as ninjas– Lee found a particularly quiet spot near a lake, somewhere that allowed them to see the night sky yet not too many people were around. Nobody would bother them at all, and Neji realized from the ground that it seemed something was changing in the sky’s colors somehow just as his companion sat down beside him.

“I knew it was time to wake you up when the villagers started to walk here,” the taijutsu master informed him, focusing on the moon after that, his eyes somehow seeming bigger as the first stars began to fall. “Look! Neji, it is starting! The stars!”

He blinked and almost missed it, though Neji was able to see the fading green trail of the first meteor– the lake reflected it and it seemed as if the stars drowned into the water, disappearing for only some moments before more fell again on different spots. The moon shone brightly surrounded by everything else, yet the brunet couldn’t help but focus his gaze somewhere else.

Or rather, on a specific someone; Lee’s eyes brightened up with every meteor he saw, pointing at them all with a joyful smile. He was as excited as a little kid, and seeing him so happy… It made waking up in the middle of the night something worth it as the meteors illuminated his companion’s face and surroundings, making his chest feel warmer than the sun in mere seconds.

“It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” Neji mumbled, although his eyes were focused on the other boy and nothing else– he held his breath once Lee turned around to look at him, his gaze softening up before nodding, slightly moving closer to him without a word. “I… I mean, you look really happy. It’s nice.”

“Well, I agree with you! The sight is beautiful indeed. It is better with you here… you also look really happy, my dear rival,” the taijutsu master replied, extending a hand towards his friend just to hold his face, gently caressing his cheek with his fingers.

And without either of them could think about it, their lips met under the light of the moon and the stars, while the world became brighter just because they were together in it, exchanging gentle kisses every now and then until the sun rose once more in the sky.

[009720kakashi]

Rules (please read before interacting)

Hey all! I go by Mhiyah and rp for 20 years meaning yes, I’m an adult and so is the character. 

I do not want to interact with minors and I do not want them to follow the blog. I’m dead serious on that. No exception. It makes me uncomfortable. Please respect that.  

Please note the following rules:

1. I’m not a native speaker in English. I do my best but there will be mistakes. Please be lenient. 

2. No godmodding and don’t force your headcanons about my character on me. I’m very willing to adapt to the things you have created for your own character but not when it comes to my character. Also please note that if I make mistakes with your headcanons it’s not on purpose. I do my best but for many characters there are a lot of headcanons. Usually I try to check them again before replying. This is not possible if I reply on a mobile device though. Just tell me and I change the reply. 

2. No pairings with minors obviously.

3. No exclusives. 

4. No trigger warnings. I don’t do them. I just write with adults (as stated above) and I’m not responsible to curate other peoples internet experience. This is a public platform and naturally I won’t write gore or explicit sexual stuff on an open platform. However I do write an adult Shinobi. They are killers. People tend to forget that. So blood, wounds, fighting etc. comes with the source material.

5. No stress please. I’m a relaxed person and I do this for fun. It’s strictly character here. You won’t find me post all that much completely unrelated to the character or rp on this blog. If I do it will be deleted after a short period of time. I refuse to participate in any tumblr animosities. If people have problems with each other don’t drag me into it. I won’t take sides. I will block the person who pressures me into this stuff.

6. No hate of any kind. If I see any hate (be it homophobic, transphobic, racist or whatever) on your blog I block you immediately without any comment. I don’t want to interact with stupid hateful people. It’s as easy as that. 

7. If a rp blog posts too much ooc stuff I will unfollow it. I don’t automatically follow back. I also unfollow if I get the idea that you were not all that interested in writing with me after all which is totally fine. However then it’s pretty futile to have a thread in the future. If I unfollowed you but you are in fact interested in writing with me just drop me a note. I really am here to write. I barely ever read other people's threads. So I follow who I write with or want to write with. I’m also mutuals only. The exception is of course ‘ask’ which I will reply in character.

8. I won’t necessarily reply to threads in order. That is because sometimes I need to think about some replies longer than others and thus need a moment before replying. Some threads are also longer and take more time to reply to simply due to the length of them. It has nothing to do with you, your character or your reply. I just want to give you a decent answer because that is what you deserve for taking the time and effort to write. I also schedule replies to keep the blog active.

9. I don’t expect anyone to match the length of my replies. I sure tend to babble sometimes. However if I constantly just receive one or two sentence replies to a long paragraph  I will get the feeling that you are not awfully interested in the thread and then I’ll probably drop it. It’s just no fun for me then. It’s the same if everything I write is ignored. I usually do quite some research especially when it comes to fighting scenes and the jutsus used in these scenes. Fights are very difficult to write. So if a jutsu, attack or block fails (which they should at times of course) please tell me why so I know what to do with it. Usually there is enough room for interpretation after all. Also keep in mind that with battle stuff we eventually will have to go for exits and end the thread otherwise one character ends up dead :D

10. Relationships: Yeah well, that’s a difficult issue. I do not see Kakashi enter into a relationship. He sure has sex but definitely has issues committing to someone. He does not easily open up. Someone would have to be very understanding and persistent I suppose. As for sexual relationships. I think he does have those but no strings attached. 

11. I also tend to write him a bit more ‘serious’. There are two sides to him. One being rather goofy and the other being very serious. I think to a certain degree he tends to hide behind the goofy side. Though it definitely is a part of his character too. However he has had a very rough life and lost almost everyone dear to him. 10 years of ANBU sure did not help his mental health either. Caring for Team 7 pulled him out of that darkness a bit but that also was not exactly a win for him considering he did not manage to keep the team together. Sasuke lost to Orochimaru, Naruto went with Jiraiya and Sakura with Tsunade. It was quite a short lived experience. Kakashi has to deal with a lot of guilt and self-doubt and has a very low opinion of himself. That shines through in his dark moments in the anime and manga. I don’t think he ever overcame that really. He maybe can accept that others do not think that about him. It does not change that he thinks himself to be a fraud. He avoids the topic to the best of his abilities. 

12. The mask thing: I don’t think there is much depth to this really. Honestly he does reveal his face for instance while eating in the anime and it is absolutely impossible to hide your face constantly. Especially on missions. Also in the anime he is clearly sitting without the mask while Rin tends to his wounds. This is probably the one headcanon I have since it has never been confirmed. For me he started wearing the mask as a kid because he has a heightened sense of smell. To deal with that the mask helped and that’s it. Additionally he does have a pretty face but never gave the impression to enjoy attention. For that the mask also helps. Now he is just used to it and it still has it’s merits. However he will pull it down and not make a fuss about it. Just with Team 7 a bit for the sake of it. 

13. I'm afraid I'm very bad at plotting. Often enough it does not work out the way it was initially planned. Kakashi just has his own mind I'm afraid. I prefer spontaneous writing without plotting since it leaves more room for writing in my opinion. Plotting always makes me feel restricted in my reactions and at times forces me to go what I would consider ooc to adhere to the initial idea and I really don't enjoy that. Maybe I misunderstand plotting though however this is my experience so far with it more often than not.

14.I have a job.

15. Profile pic by and used with the permission of kpc-usagisan.tumblr.com

16. I also cosplay

[valenishere]

Prologue

[And so, here comes the boy >:3 this was the story I was talking about in an earlier post, figured it's time I put this down somewhere. Do note, I'm no professional writer so consider this just another part of the chaotic babbling in here]

A Continuation

Inside a castle overlooking a flourishing city, the youngest Prince of the kingdom sighs lightly, smiling in satisfaction as he looks down at the bustling city.

Colorful decorations hangs from house to house, bright merchant stalls are advertising their products from both sides of the streets of the square, and throves of people are out and about, happily enjoying the bright sun and cool breeze with joyous songs and music.

It's so hard to believe that just a few decades ago, this world was just about ready to collapse, born from the fires of generations upon generations of mistakes and was about to get its just givings. But now, it's thriving like it has never before. Just like the old days, before any kind of Revolution, in the safe and peaceful times. And all of it is thanks to one person only.

"There you are!"

The Prince jumps, whipping around at the voice. There, standing directly behind him, in all his elegant and dashing glory, the reason why the world have not fallen over in its face and died yet. The oldest member of the Great Seven, the white-haired maintainer of peace of all the lands, the selfless and caring individual that risked his very soul to save the world, Akedeia Whi—

"Quit running off on your own stupid brat! We're on a schedule here you damn beyblade!" The highly praised person slaps the daydreaming Princes' head, snapping him back to reality.

"Ow! Sorry!" he yelps, rubbing his aching head, "Wait, beyblade?"

"Well, you flail your arms around like a beyblade when you attack, it just fits." The tall man shrugs nonchalantly, brushing past the Prince. "Now come on, hurry up!"

"A-Alright alright!" The Prince sputters, jogging up to match the long strides of the man. "And like I've said, I'm not flailing around! I'm—"

"Yes, yes, you're integrating the arts of Feng Shui Jutsu or whatever, yada yada yada," the man flippantly waves him off. "To be honest, I see no difference."

The Prince can feel a vein in his head throb at the man's blatant dismissal of his technique, wanting to lecture him (again) about the Celestial Arts, but he just sighs, deciding not to since he knows it'll just be a waste of breath (again). He unconsciously pouts. 'I mean, I get it. Techniques are just a joke to you with how over-powered you are but can you at least not mock it?'

The man in front of him shakes his head in mock dismay, "Really, with how you fight like a flopping fish, I worry for the future of this Kingdom. Especially if you make dumb decisions like seeking out a dead myth you heard from a senile on the streets."

The Prince breath hitches, not only because he actually felt a pang of pain from his idols words, but also in incredelousness. "Hah! With all due respect, if it weren't for that dumb decision, there'll be no more world for you to fix. And yes I get it, I can be very naïve at times but if it means giving my Kingdom and my people a chance to save themselves and stand up on its feet once more, I'll do it again. Whatever it takes."

The man stops, making the Prince stop as well. The still pretty offended Prince glares at the back of the quiet man, his nose slightly flaring.

After a few minutes, the man finally spoke, "Oho? Whatever it takes... you say?"

The Princes' gaze hardened in resolution, "Even if I'm going to be the most bastardly bastard Prince, exiled from the throne. I'll never let this Kingdom fall from grace. Not ever again. And if I have to be the one to bring back the Lost Realms, I will."

Sharp blue eyes snap over to the Prince, making him tense up. The temperature drops rapidly in the hall as they lock eyes and a chill runs up the Princes' back. But he stands fast, defiantly looking back at the worlds equivalent of Death.

After a few seconds of one of the most bone chilling stare down in his life, the man sighs through his nose, closing his eyes.

"... Is that so." The air returns to normal and the Prince lets out a breath he unconsciously held in.

The man pivots around, striding up to a startled Prince. He grabs his collar, fixing it up. He brushes the Princes' shoulders, patting his shoulders firmly after. The man gives him a once over, nods then turns around again, walking away from the dumbfounded Prince.

The Prince blinks in confusion. 'Huh? HUH?'

When the Prince stayed rooted in his place, the man calls over his shoulder without turning back.

"Hurry up then stupid Prince!" He smirks at the wide-eyed Prince, "The coronation won't start unless the bastard Crown Prince is not there after all."

That snaps the Crown Prince out of his stupor, feeling his face heat up as he hurries after him.

"What was all that for-!?!!"

"You didn't get it? Man, you're stupider than I thought."

"HUH?!?!"

>>>>>>>>>

The man that the young Prince or the "bastard" Crown Prince was talking to and was speaking highly of (not that he knows it), is Akedeia (Ah-keh-dee-yah) White, and he prefers to stay away from overly populated areas when he can.

So, now that the coronation is over and the fore messages and interaction are done with, he have strayed out into one of the many balconies of the castle to be alone.

With wine in one hand and his memories on the other, the show of the twinkling stars is all he need to keep himself entertained for the night. Although the bright shining moon may be obstructing that a little bit.

"So this is where you've been."

Glancing over his shoulder, he grins at the new arrival at his little hide-away. He exaggeratedly waves a hand out in a welcoming motion.

"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. "The most bastardly bastard Prince"! To what do I owe this honour?" The newly crowned King groans, settling beside the grinning man.

"Please drop that already... It's embarrassing..." Akedeia laughs lightly, the wind seemingly whistling along in tune of his laughter.

"Oh come on~! Loosen up a little!" Akedeia puts his chin on his hand as he leans at the railings, flashing the King a lazy grin. "It's just me~"

""It'S jUSt mE~" yeah right. You're one of the Great Seven. Practically a living legend. You're not someone I can just consider as just someone."

The man shrugs looking back up to the sky, "Eh, suit yourself."

They fell into a comfortable silence with a few small talks, the soft noise of the music and the talking guests in the party providing ample amounts of background noise. Akedeia stares up to the sky, his face devoid of emotion but his eyes fogged with nostalgia, looking at something far off into the void of the night sky.

"Now don't go trying to go back on your word now that you've become King. It'll be a problem if I have to clean up after your mess again after all." Akedeia says out of the blue, making the King blink.

The newly crowned King huffs lightly, feeling some kind of odd déjà vu at the conversation.

"I'm not that shallow as to make empty promises." He faces the man with absolute determination, which he hopes shows in his face, "I'll keep this peace even if it kills me."

The white-haired man stares at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh, "Pft-- you look like you're about to shit."

"Oh come on! I'm trying to be serious here!!"

And that ruins the mood as the King's face quickly drops into an exasperated one, making the man laugh harder.

"Fahahahahaha! It just doesn't suit you!"

As the King grumbles about wanting to at least be cool to match his current status, the white-haired man mellows down, closing his eyes with a relaxed smile.

"Well, even if you don't say it, it's to be expected no? You're stubborn enough to not die to me, so this'll be an easier feat than that. You'll do splendidly I'm sure."

The King huffs with a smile, his chest feeling light with the mans praise. He don't usually give out compliments, but when he does, he knows its a very genuine one even if it doesn't sound like it. So when he receives it every once in a while, he can't help but puff out his chest a little.

"You've come this far Goldie." The man pats the Kings shoulder as he turns and starts to head back inside. "Don't you dare fall short anytime soon, got that brat?"

"Hmph. Trust me, I won't." He was left alone in the balcony as the man goes back inside. The King looks up to the moonlit sky, his eyes steeled in determination as he looks to a future where he'll ensure everyone in his rule, of any race, until the end of his time and even longer than that, will no longer suffer anymore. Not anymore.

"I'll make sure of it."

0===|>>>>>>>

"I'm home~..."

Akedeia calls out as he opens the doors to his home, not really expecting a response since, well... he lives alone. In the huge manor he calls home, he lives all by himself.

He sighs as he unbuttons his coat, the lights flickering on on their own upon his arrival and illuminating the whole residence despite his lonesome. Throwing his coat on a hanger haphazardly, he trudges up to his room, pushing the door open sluggishly.

He sighs again as he slumps down on a chair, exhausted from the days interaction. With lidded eyes, he languidly sweeps his eyes around the room.

The room seems way too big now every time he looks at it. Like... wayyyy too big. For one person at least.

What's supposed to be a bed is just mountains of pillows with layers upon layers of duvets so thick that someone can probably sink into it and suffocate at some point. A small office corner, a lounge side, a mini kitchen, a closet and a bathroom. And everything is furnished to accommodate at least two people, the other being himself.

He doesn't really dislike it or anything, it's just... The other person that he used to share this room with was... well, he used to share this room with them before. Before this world even started to fall into shit, he shared this room with that person before.

Well, he can move into a smaller room in the manor, but it'll feel just as empty. If not, even more so. At least here, he'll feel a lot warmer. Physically and emotionally. He leans back, absentmindedly putting his hand on his chest, tracing the small cold round metal above his heart, bringing forth a couple of memories.

One in particular, the way he was often scolded.

"What are you doing? If you want to lie down, at least take off your shoes! And change your clothes! Actually take a bath too... Ugh, go! Get some clothes, and I'll run you some hot water and some tea so just go wash off will you? Please?"

His eyes soften at the memories despite it being nagging, staring up at the ceiling. 'Well... I suppose a hot bath won't hurt...'

He gets up from his chair to prepare one but something suddenly shifts in the shadows in the corner of his eyes.

"Hn?" He walks to the window, noting that the shadows casted by the trees is seemingly darker. He squints his eyes, trying to make out the suddenly darkened path.

Emerging from the darkness of the trees like a being manifesting out of shadows, a black carriage trots down the path towards the manor, a haunting cacophony of creaking wood and hooves accompanying it. Green lit lanterns hung from the carriages sides, swinging with every jostle on the uneven path. The two black horses pulling it appears ethereal, flickering between majestic, muscular steeds to black-coloured skeletons with every shift of the light.

His eyes narrows, '... No passenger or coach whatsoever and that thing have little to no presence at all. Even the horse doesn't have any. And the little it have... I don't like it. Empty... but dense and cold... and familiar.'

He knows this feeling. He knows it very well. The slight twinge he feels in his chest proves just how familiar he is to it. And just who it is that it reminds him of. And he doesn't know why but just seeing this old delapitated termite-filled piece of garbage that crawled out of some shitstained fuck hole TRY and emanate that presence is making him-- angry. Quite frankly, it has pissed him off.

Instead of just ignoring it and taking his bath, he storms out of his room. Throwing open the doors, his eyes shines in barely contained rage as it lands on the approaching carriage. 'The bath can wait. Imma erase this sunavabitch first.'

See? He's mad mad.

The carriage stops in front of him, and as he stood there waiting for it to do something, mana gathering enough to distort the air around him, hands twitching, itching to just obliterate the carriage right then and there.

The locked door turns and clicks, unlocking itself on its own. It slowly creaks open, and his gaze hardens as he readies to blow the whole carriage away. 'A single sign of hostility and you're gone...'

It swings opens and inside is... nothing.

There's nothing.

"Ah..."

He falters at the sight. Instead of empty seats, it's just completely black, no light permeating the darkness inside, despite the lamps hanging just by its door. It reminds him of the impenetrable darkness he once saw being used. By that person, no less. And this cursed termite shitted oversized splinter dares to show it to him... like THIS?

How utterly detestable.

His teeth grinds together with a loud clack and veins pops on his forehead in his anger.

"Disappear."

He swings his hand at it, and it implodes, carriage and horses and all. He watches with keen eyes as it explodes further to smithereens, the tiniest splinter of wood and drops of blood splitting and splitting out of existence. Then his sight turns to black.

[ukerukokoro]

Rules (please read before interacting)

Hey all! I go by Mhiyah and rp for 20 years meaning yes, I’m an adult. 

My second blog is https://009720kakashi.tumblr.com

I do not want to interact with minors and I do not want them to follow the blog. I’m dead serious on that. No exception. It makes me uncomfortable. Please respect that.  

Please note the following rules:

1. I’m not a native speaker in English. I do my best but there will be mistakes. Please be lenient. 

2. No godmodding and don’t force your headcanons about my character on me. I’m very willing to adapt to the things you have created for your own character but not when it comes to my character. Also please note that if I make mistakes with your headcanons it’s not on purpose. I do my best but for many characters there are a lot of headcanons. Usually I try to check them again before replying. This is not possible if I reply on a mobile device though. Just tell me and I change the reply. 

2. No pairings with minors obviously.

3. No exclusives. 

4. No trigger warnings. I don’t do them. I just write with adults (as stated above) and I’m not responsible to curate other peoples internet experience. This is a public platform and naturally I won’t write gore or explicit sexual stuff on an open platform. However Shinobi are killers. People tend to forget that. So blood, wounds, fighting etc. comes with the source material.

5. No stress please. I’m a relaxed person and I do this for fun. It’s strictly character here. You won’t find me post all that much completely unrelated to the character or rp on this blog. If I do it will be deleted after a short period of time. I refuse to participate in any tumblr animosities. If people have problems with each other don’t drag me into it. I won’t take sides. I will block the person who pressures me into this stuff.

6. No hate of any kind. If I see any hate (be it homophobic, transphobic, racist or whatever) on your blog I block you immediately without any comment. I don’t want to interact with stupid hateful people. It’s as easy as that. 

7. If a rp blog posts too much ooc stuff I will unfollow it. I don’t automatically follow back. I also unfollow if I get the idea that you were not all that interested in writing with me after all which is totally fine. However then it’s pretty futile to have a thread in the future. If I unfollowed you but you are in fact interested in writing with me just drop me a note. I really am here to write. I barely ever read other people's threads. So I follow who I write with or want to write with. I’m also mutuals only. The exception is of course ‘ask’ which I will reply in character.

8. I won’t necessarily reply to threads in order. That is because sometimes I need to think about some replies longer than others and thus need a moment before replying. Some threads are also longer and take more time to reply to simply due to the length of them. It has nothing to do with you, your character or your reply. I just want to give you a decent answer because that is what you deserve for taking the time and effort to write. I also might schedule replies to keep the blog active.

9. I don’t expect anyone to match the length of my replies. I sure tend to babble sometimes. However if I constantly just receive one or two sentence replies to a long paragraph  I will get the feeling that you are not awfully interested in the thread and then I’ll probably drop it. It’s just no fun for me then. It’s the same if everything I write is ignored. I usually do quite some research especially when it comes to fighting scenes and the jutsus used in these scenes. Fights are very difficult to write. So if a jutsu, attack or block fails (which they should at times of course) please tell me why so I know what to do with it. Usually there is enough room for interpretation after all. Also keep in mind that with battle stuff we eventually will have to go for exits and end the thread otherwise one character ends up dead :D

10. As for Gaara I will write him at any age but will mostly go for adult Gaara. That's because I'm not 12. I also tend to divert from canon when it comes to Shukaku. So I will write him still having Shukaku. It's just more fun and I love the tanuki. Gaara is a deeply thraumatized character. The end of Shippūden makes absolutely no sense to me. I just do not see this happy go lucky behaviour for someone with such a past. So expect the regular dose of weird ass behaviour, stoicism and seriousness.

11. When it comes to relationships I do not see that for him. Gaara does not even really understand friendship and is basically just learning social interaction. It would be very very very slow if at all. My OTP for Gaara will forever be Rock Lee. I will die on that hill.

12. I'm afraid I'm very bad at plotting. Often enough it does not work out the way it was initially planned. I prefer spontaneous writing without plotting since it leaves more room for writing in my opinion. Plotting always makes me feel restricted in my reactions and at times forces me to go what I would consider ooc to adhere to the initial idea and I really don't enjoy that. Maybe I misunderstand plotting though however this is my experience so far with it more often than not.

13.I have a job.

14. Did I just steal nearly all rules from myself because I'm lazy? Yes I absolutely did.

[johannepetereric]

Wait a Flashback no Jutsu!

Did the dub ever give us the crying and babbling and Teething Leone noises?!?!

[haganekotetsu]

Kotetsu is practically skipping behind Izumo as they make their way toward the training area. He babbles on about all the different types of chakra transformation, takes a conversational shortcut to talk about the combining of chakra, then he’s musing on about all the crazy things they could do with Izumo’s syrup jutsu if he could master lightning transformation. Fry someone’s face off, shove someone into a bucket of the stuff and electrocute em as a torture tactic, frankly morbid things that he shouldn’t make him giggle like a school girl.

When they get to the training grounds, that’s all he’s still focused on: lightning transformation. He rolls out the tension in his shoulders, wrists, ankles and neck, shakes his hands and breathes a hard sigh of anticipation.

This was it… he could do this! He had Izumo’s full support and belief in him and, well, he was also there to laugh at Kotetsu should he fail.

Silence. Concentration. He closes his eyes to focus. His right hand cocks back with a stressed flex in his fingers before he sends that arm straight out in front of him:

“CHIDORI!!!”

Birds scatter from the woods nearby.

Snow drops from the disturbed treetops.

A goose wails in a mocking tone.

He does not perform the chidori.

He does not perform any jutsu for that matter.

He is an idiot.

What It Means to be Jōnin

@izumokamizuki

The sun held high overhead, not a single cloud in sight to sheathe Konoha or its residents from its blinding rays. The warmth it had to give was futile as the cold winter air nipped everyone with its frost.

"Cold, cold, cold," Kotetsu's body vibrated from the shivers, hands clasped around his mug of coffee in a desperate attempt for warmth, "They sent us out here to die, 'zumo. I just know it," the distance between the two of them on the bench quickly closed as Kotetsu nestled himself into his partner's side.

The gate's booth offered almost nothing to combat the weather and, still, there they were, the ever loyal guardsmen of Konoha reported for duty in the blistering cold.

[minaa-munch]

|| Inspiration behind the Hiraishin no Jutsu? P.s. Your stupid guard platoon may be turned into chutney some day soon, if they keep denying to let the Godiame use it fir a quick visit to Tanzaku Quarters. She'd gamble on getting away with their murder if they keep refusing.

You have no idea what you’ve asked for - demo, I’ll be as brief as I can. 

Please note: this is my interpretation. Yours may differ. Which is fine. 

I’ll tackle the motivation bit first: Minato has always been described as quick, nimble, if you will. Couple that with the fact that he’s a sensor type, and…well, the need for something that compliments both becomes obvious, doesn’t it? I personally headcanon that he developed the Hiraishin during the Second Shinobi War through experimenting with chakra tags - imbue/mark something with your own chakra, and you’d be able to sense it better than anything else over certain distances [His sensory peripheral increases with experience/better chakra control]. The fact that they were at war during the time would provide ample opportunity to experiment and create something like this. 

Additional, random note to go with the aforementioned: It helps when you happen to hail from a village where the first and second Hokages were considered legends. Its not too far-fetched to believe that the seeds of possibility for Minato messing around with the concept itself may have been planted by rumors surrounding the Nindaime’s arsenal of jutsu. He was the fastest shinobi of his time, after all.  

Alright, back to Minato. Chakra, as you know, is a combination of physical and spiritual essences. The fact that sensory types exist in the manga hint towards the fact that every chakra signature has a certain frequency; an almost mathematical aura if you will. Minato was a very good sensor. If he could identify the frequency and align it with his own [coupled with the shunshin no jutsu], the Hiraishin would be plausible. Think about it, point A and point B share the same frequency; as does the object traveling between them. 

Speaking of, Minato cannot be credited with creating the jutsu itself [he stumbled upon it] - that belongs to Senju Tobirama. It is also very likely that the improvements he manages to make to the jutsu formula [which made most opponents in the battlefield soil themselves during the Third Shinobi War as a result] came around as a result of understanding the Nindaime’s technique. In fact, knowing Minato, he personalized it so no one could steal it/adapt it. 

Their jutsu formulas are vastly different. I’m adding a manga shot. Brace thy browser:

Here’s a clearer shot from the anime - a secondary source of information. 

Tobirama’s formula looks like an actual summoning fuuin - Minato’s is a cornier [it apparently translates to something about endurance, shinobi and love; typical, really] version that relies more on frequencies. He uses Tobirama’s initial design and improves it to make it faster and more versatile. Tobirama admits that in the manga [631]. 

Minato uses the Hiraishin with his kunai, and developed a variation of it which involved projecting certain chakra frequencies onto large objects [when he teleported Kyubi’s biju bomb] and shifting said object to another, marked place. What’s important is point A and point B.

My conversation with @bluesenju makes a cameo in this. Here’s a watered down version of the conception of the jutsu itself:

The Hiraishin jutsu is a type of summoning jutsu; inter-dimensional travel if you will. The user summons the self from point A to point B - and since this is a play on space and time, the action is seen as instantaneous. The original conception of the jutsu came around the time Tobirama was developing the Kuchiyose: Edo Tensei technique, since it involves inter-dimensional/reality summoning. 

He and I agree that being a sensor would be a good pre-requisite for the Hiraishin. Tobirama and Minato, being exceptionally good sensors, happen to employ it likewise. That would make the jutsu extremely difficult to master [which is why there are no other known notable users] and since Hashirama sealed most of Tobirama’s secret jutsu away, you can very well imagine that Minato wouldn’t allow anyone to get their grubby little hands on his own formula. 

In fact, he taught his Guard Platoon a variation of the jutsu - a tweaked formula, so that it involves all three of them - Genma, Raido and Iwashi to teleport one, marked object between point A [themselves] and point B [a marked area/object/plain]. The formula, as I like to believe, is aligned with their chakra signatures/frequencies, so the object they teleport has to be imbued by it likewise in order to be teleported to the desired location. 

The jutsu was developed to make them better guards - not to aid future Hokages with regards to emptying the village treasury >> @senjutsunade quit it. 

Sidenote: If Tobirama and Minato could flawlessly tag-team during the Fourth Shinobi War, you can imagine the potential they could have had as allies. They offed themselves too young.

If you have questions related to the original conception of the technique, feel free to talk to bluesenju - a wonderful writer, really. I badger the mun quite often. 

[okadiah]

Ugh, I want to get my PhD now. I swear guys, I’ve been all over the place recently trying to figure out my future again. Forest ranger, mortician, technician, security, and now I want to go back to school too??? What’s it going to be tomorrow?

Long story short, I want to do everything. I can’t settle.

[huskymaine]

Kakashi’s Possible Sexuality

Recently I dive into my country’s forum about Naruto fandom, and the most nickname-borderline-insult that I’ve encountered about Kakashi is “Bujang (Bachelor) Kakashi”. Looking at that, I can relate the pain of a 20+ years old person who had the gall to not get married and sprouting children while living in Asia. Many people in my country wondered why Kakashi didn’t get married although he’s addicted to porn. Many people also think that he is actually gay and married to Guy after Boruto episode aired (although in mocking tone, as expected from my conservative country). 

Anyway, his lack of marriage status makes fans wonder about Kakashi’s sexuality. Who does he prefer, dudes or gals? Boobs or pecs? Now because I have no better thing to do, I’ll try to compilate every time Kakashi encounters sexual situation and how he handles them. Feel free to add other things that I’ve missed!

Icha-Icha 

First Bell Test (Icha-Icha Paradise)

Ah Icha-Icha Paradise, the iconic book for Naruto (mainly Kakashi)’s fans. We got a glimpse of Kakashi’s favorite novel in full glory on the First Bell Test, when he shamelessly reads the book in front of minors (and then getting scolded by Kurenai for it).

Unbeknownst by most people, in there we got the first clue about Kakashi reading Icha-Icha book for the plot. He mainly read the book to aggravate his children further, but he can say “this book is more interesting than you guys” or something like that. But “I just want to know what happens next” is so plot-focused, and makes me wonder since when Kakashi read Icha-Icha Paradise book, because it’s the first book of the Icha-Icha series and sounds like he read it for the first time.

Yeah he indeed enjoyed and invested by the book. I am not the type to judge people by their literature preference, so I just think it’s nice that he was having fun in a job that he doesn’t even want in the first place. At least he never shows his book on his students, the only thing they can see is a man chasing a woman and adult rating symbol. 

Naruto and Kakashi first met on Shippuden (Icha Icha Violence)

Here Kakashi reads Icha-Icha Violence, he was still hooked in Icha-Icha series even after 2+ years passed. A true porn addict will spend their time read other thing as much as they can. But the only book he was interested is another addition of Icha-Icha series. Sounds like he fell in love in Icha-Icha series XD.

Naruto is someone who tried to peek at women’s bath, developed and excited by Sexy Jutsu, I wonder what kind of erotic book that made him bored. Perhaps he just dislikes reading, and we know that he was not great at digesting complicated words. 

Second Bell Test (Icha-Icha Tactic)

Not gonna lie, at the first time I watched it as 15 years old naive kid, I shouted, “Yes, finally! Do Sexy Jutsu on him! I mean, Kakashi-sensei is pervert and you knocked out Iruka, Ebisu, Jiraiya, even Third Hokage with that technique!”

But then.....

“His weakness is spoiler. He was afraid of spoiler from a porn material. What kind of pervert is that? Plus it turns out that Naruto doesn’t know the plot of Icha-Icha (on anime). What if Kakashi doesn’t believe him, keep opened his ears and eyes, and then realize that Naruto only babbling nonsense? Using Sexy Jutsu resembles Icha-Icha protagonist will have the less risk ”

Re-watching this scene again, I am amazed by the hilarious logic of Hatake Kakashi the pervert. Who genuinely reading erotic book for plot point, for believing his cute little student’s words whom he just met after 2+ years, for bravely close his ears and eyes when his cute little students came to him with the intent to attack, the cute little students that can shatter the ground and perforate water tank.

All for the sake of avoiding spoiler XD.

Decoding Jiraiya’s message (Icha-Icha tactic)

Unlike in the anime, here we know that Icha-Icha Tactics is indeed explicit, and Kakashi was legit blushed by the sexual parts of the book. So I think Kakashi is not completely asexual, considering that he’s not truly dismissive by the sexual part of the book. And the book contains sexual parts from page 7 till page 207, damn now I want to read that book XD. 

Oiroke no Jutsu (Warning Explicit Picture Ahead)

Konohamaru Oiroke no Jutsu female

I know that in anime Kakashi once sees Konohamaru’s Oiroke no Jutsu and has nosebleed-rocket. But that segment is filler (although indeed a good one and people can freely treat it as canon if they want).

In manga though, there are 3 chance when Konohamaru uses Sexy Jutsu in front of him, and his reaction is.....

This man just too focused on his book! XD Jiraiya is clearly affected, Sakura and Tsunade is disgusted, and Naruto has no reaction because he claimed that he has the better version. But Kakashi doesn’t even spare a glance. Now it can be argued that perhaps he didn’t see it so he has no reaction (although true pervert should turn their head immediately after hearing Sexy Jutsu being shouted), but...

He also has no reaction when Konohamaru used Sexy Jutsu in front of him.

What about male version?

Konohamaru Oiroke Male version

Still has no reaction. But again, it’s weird and downright red flag if he was attracted by imagination of his 16 years old students’ naked bodies, so...

What about random men version?

Reverse Harem no Jutsu (male version)

Here Naruto’s jutsu brought almost every type of men, like beef guy Juugo-like, pretty guy, cheerful guy, shy guy, glasses guy, solemn guy, etc (with the exception of a guy with facial hair, dunno why. I don’t fancy guy with facial hair but surely some people think that facial hair is hot, right?). Again, Kakashi has no visible reaction other than shocked. Naruto’s P.O.V makes it more hilarious, because he said :

“Sexy Jutsu always seem to work well on strong people!”

Oh, it’s not like Naruto didn’t think that Kakashi is strong. He complimented Kakashi’s strength many times in the manga. But somehow in second bell test he never thinks Sexy Jutsu as possible technique to defeat Kakashi, I wonder why...

His only reaction of that Sexy Jutsu is....

Kakashi I love you and it’s sad that most people in your circle are dead but please refrain yourself from randomly talking to dead people. I know that it was supposed to be heartwarming moment but I can’t help but laugh.

Konohamaru and Naruto Oiroke competition

I truly wonder how the hell even Danzo’s agents are even affected by Sexy Jutsu. Is Sexy Jutsu that alluring? Anyway, look who ignored it and went straight to business instead..

Here Kakashi didn’t paid much attention either. He was more worried by Root’s distrust on Sai and he only showed his head under the bush after Konohamaru and Naruto dispel their Sexy Jutsu. But wait, maybe he turned his head because he was curious by Sexy Jutsu after all?

Don’t think so, because Kakashi said “were you curious about Oiroke no Jutsu? Sorry..” to Root agents, giving me impression that he didn’t care much about Oiroke no Jutsu unlike his opponents. Besides, if he turned his head immediately he would not miss it, but he was contemplating about Sai’s status in Root instead. Anyway, he missed the Sexy Jutsu but he was given the first seat of Konohamaru and Naruto’s precious bonding.

Here his face is just like a happy sensei who was glad that his student having a good time before a hard mission. He doesn’t seem to regret missing Konohamaru and Naruto’s sexy jutsu. 

Real Life Asset

Tsunade boobs

Probably the only real life experience he had, since unlike Naruto and Jiraiya he never tried to peek on women in bath.

No reaction either. He’s not attracted, not disgusted, not even paid a glance on Tsunade’s boobs. Kakashi just silently looked at Jiraiya and.... probably wondered what’s going on inside Jiraiya’s head XD. 

Conclusion :

In my opinion, I think Kakashi is demisexual, considering that in whole 700 chapters he was attracted by Icha-Icha books alone, something that he followed for years (so he’s Icha-Icha sexual?). Regardless what Kakashi Hiden novel said, he was not the type to have instant attraction toward sad woman’s eyes, even he needs more than 600 chapters to like Team 7 (Naruto is admitted earlier, probably because of MC privilege XD). According to that, he’s also not the type to change his dynamic with other people easily, if he sees someone as his friend or student, forever he will sees them as his friend/student. Of course, it doesn’t mean that it definitely can’t be changed (still less likely for student), but I think it requires tremendous efforts and times that can only be obtained in fanfics, because Kishimoto is definitely not interested at writing romance.

(Or perhaps, he was like me, only like to read smut without having attraction or desire to project ourselves into characters in the smut. In my case, I quite like reading romance, like to see kiss or/and lovebites in my media, but completely uninterested to experience it myself. In fact, I admit that I’ve read many smut fics and books but I’ve never been kissed in 20+ years of my life and kinda disgusted to imagine myself kissing someone, regardless gender).

Tl;dr : They’re all my personal opinion. In the end, he has no definite exclamation of sexual preference (unlike Naruto, Sakura, and Jiraiya) so it’s up to fans interpretation about Kakashi’s chosen partner. Who knows, maybe he likes woman/man but is just honorable enough to refrain himself from getting attracted by his kids’ jutsu and his superior’s assets.

[oblivion-time]

You know what is funny about today, my resbang date is today, I’ve an easy test in law I can’t fail since I’ve unlimited amount of tries and I’ve my upgrading test in judo/ju jutsu today~

Hopefully today will be a really good day

[mylittlesyn]

Premise: domestic!Kakashi fluff, taking care of you when you're sick. This is a short chapter from one of my long fics, but it reads well as a solo piece and is pure fluff.

TW: Implied partial nudity, but other than that it's fine it's mild with no smut. Boobs be out.

If you would like to read all of sunrise, you may find it here on AO3.

The alarm went off as usual with the noise making my headache. My nose was stuffy and I still felt a little cold despite being covered in Kakashi’s warmth as spring started to turn to summer. “Kessho, come on. Time to wake up.” He spoke softly while unwrapping his arm from around me as I held onto him tighter. When I pressed my head to his shoulder, he rolled over to straddle me, cupping my face in his hands. “Your burning up… Kessho… What have you been doing at work lately? Why have you been late to dinner lately?” He asked while thumbing my cheeks. Even with my eyes still closed, I could tell he was worried. My tired hands held onto his wrists. 

“Working on a… jutsu.” I murmured before swallowing hard, my mouth feeling dry. Letting go of his wrists, I started to try to sit up so I could go to work and continue working on the jutsu. He gently pushed on my shoulder, and that was enough to get me to lay down back in bed. 

“You’re not going to work today. You’re sick Kessho. I’ll have Tenzo take over everything for today. You stay here and rest. I’ll push some things around and come check in on you at lunch, ok?” But he didn’t even let me reply, he just placed a kiss onto my forehead before getting off the bed. So I rolled back over, grasping onto the abandoned bedsheets to cover my shivering body. Just as I felt myself nodding off, I awoke with a gasp to the sound of a noise on the nightstand. Eye fluttered open to see a mug placed on it, steam emanating. “I made some tea for you… I added a little honey. Just rest, ok?” 

I woke up at the sound of a door closing in the distance, my body covered in sweat. “Kessho?” I heard Kakashi call out as I sat up with a groan. With a deep inhale, I started to cough. “You look like a hot mess… Like you just came rushing back from a mission.” I could tell he was trying to smile, but the worry was consuming him. 

“That bad?” I tried to smile, but my eyes fell shut. 

“Have you eaten anything?” He wondered while nearing the bed. As I shook my head, I heard the sound of pitter patter in the distance, noise that was nearing. My two lovely little boys approached the bed ahead of their father, their hands gripping to the top of the mattress trying to see on top of the bed. Obito’s mouth hid behind the mattress while Asuma tried jumping up and down to get a peek. 

“No…” I croaked, my voice sounding more on the raspy side. 

“I’ll go make some soup.” He smiled before lifting up Obito and Asuma, placing them each on the bed. Laying back down, I turned on my side and admired my two boys. My arm felt sore and heavy, but I ran my hand through Obito’s soft silky hair that now was past his jaw. His bright smile warmed my heart. Asuma took my hand and placed it on his head which made me giggle. 

“I love both of you, silly.” I told him while running my fingers through his hair. 

“Wove mommy.” Asuma spoke as I kissed his little hand. 

“Wove mommy.” Obito smiled bright with a little pink in his cheeks. Their presence alone made me feel calm. Tugging on the blanket, I covered myself before shivering. I felt them throw themselves over me while babbling to themselves as my eyes grew heavy. Maybe they’re talking about trying to keep me warm. 

“Kessho…” Kakashi called out while tugging on my shoulder. I woke up with a groan and two toddlers still on top of me. 

“Can you move them?” I croaked while looking over my shoulder. I felt the weight move off of my body, and I was finally allowed to sit up right with a groan. Even as I moved I clutched the blanket tightly to cover myself. Kakashi’s warm hand placed itself on my forehead before he yanked the blanket from my naked body. “Whyyyyyyy?” I groaned while curling in on myself, hugging my legs. 

“Kessho, you’re burning up. You can’t use a blanket anymore.” He huffed with Obito and Asuma crawling closer to me. “There’s chicken soup on the table.” He pushed his lips to one side, watching as I grumbled when trying to get up. His arm hooked under my legs with his other wrapping behind my back. It felt warm and inviting in his strong arms, and it was easy to lean into him. The woodsy familiar scent felt like home as I let my hand run along the white thin hair on his chest. He placed me onto the cushion on the floor, right in front of a bowl of soup that looked so warm. I let my hands wrap around the bowl, enjoying the warmth it brought. 

“Thank you.” I replied quietly before he left to tend to the thuds coming from our bedroom. Sipping the broth, I could taste the different flavors mixed into it. The broth was light, but savory and full of umami. The navy blue porcelain bowl was hot when having brought it up to my lips. Everything about the soup was just what I needed. Even better was when Kakashi brought over both Obito and Asuma tucked in his arms. I could hear the clanks of two icecubes being placed in bowls with Kakashi bringing the bowls over to my two beloved sons. They both started to eat the soup, splashing some on the table with their uncoordinated demeanor. 

“When you’re done I’m taking you to the hospital.” Kakashi announced behind me. 

“Noooo…” I whined with a groan. He sat before me with his own bowl of soup, the steam rising from it. When he lowered his mask, I couldn’t help but smile. Was this handsome man truly mine?

“What’s going on…?” He questioned before slurping some of the soup. 

“I… I’m not sure what you’re referring to…” I hummed. 

“You made me promise you not to miss dinners… But you’ve been late a lot lately… This isn’t like you…” He explained before having more soup. He shook his head to himself before getting eerily still, dropping the spoon in his hand. The soup splashed and the spoon clanked as it hit the bottom of the bowl. He looked straight at me with wide eyes, his already pale complexion growing even more so. “Kessho… Are you… Unhappy with me?” Those eyes of his grew glassy with his bottom lip starting to tremble. 

“Kakashi…” I sighed. “I’m not unhappy… I love you.” I smiled before having some of my soup. 

“Then what’s going on Kessho?” His face scrunched as he moved around some of the chicken in his soup. 

“The jutsu will let me-” I shivered with my teeth clattering. The soup started to finally warm me up as I drank more of the broth. “Detect where anyone is by the way of the barrier.” I explained. “If they’re in Konoha, I can see them… Know exactly where they are.” I gulped down some more broth, trying to stop myself from shivering. 

“But why are you working so hard on this?” He wondered. “You made yourself sick.” 

“To protect them…” I looked to my two beautiful boys. Asuma started to lift the bowl to his lips, broth spilling everywhere. When there was no more broth in the bowl, he wiped his face with his forearm before smiling brightly at me. Obito watched the entire thing, so he did the same thing, repeating his brother’s mistake. It was amusing to watch despite the mess. Following their lead, I started drinking the broth straight from the bowl. Once I finished, I noticed Kakashi had done the same. 

“I’ll clean them up. Go put on a yukata so I can take you to the hospital.” He instructed. I pushed up against the table to help myself stand. Everything ached while walking, but I pushed through to let Kakashi worry about Obito and Asuma. When I finally reached the closet, I slipped into the first yukata I saw before dragging myself back onto the bed. 

When I woke up, there was an IV in my hand and the brightness of the room was blinding. “How are you feeling?” Kakashi murmured before reaching out for my hand to press a kiss to it. 

“You didn’t need to stay… You have work to do…” I grumbled while trying to sit up, my head feeling a little dizzy with my back full of sweat. 

“I have a shadow clone at the office, now… How are you feeling?” He questioned again. While stretching and popping my shoulders I could feel the ache in my muscles lessened. 

“Better…” I hummed with my eyes closed. When I opened them, I finally noticed my two babes resting at the foot of my hospital bed. “Don’t go tiring yourself out either…” I warned while looking at my husband from the corner of my eyes. He stood up from the chair and took a couple steps towards me to close the gap between us. His hand gripped my jaw, squeezing my cheeks and tilting my head up to meet his eyes. 

“You don’t really have room to talk here.” He huffed before bending over to press bare lips to my ear. “And come home on time… We’re still trying to make a baby here… Aren’t we?” I could feel him smirk against my ear as his hand smoothed over my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear. His lips pressed to my forehead before raising his mask. 

Turning back to Asuma and Obito, I noticed them starting to wake up. Asuma rubbed his eyes with his tiny little fists, and Obito started to crawl up and lay on my leg, resting his chin on my thigh with big wide eyes. “I’m almost done…” I told him while watching Asuma crawl up to me. 

“Kessho… You’re of no use to them if you’re sick and can’t take care of them.” He scolded as I help Asuma sit up on my lap. 

“You’re right.” I sighed while combing my fingers through Asuma’s hair. “I’m sorry.” I watched Kakashi from behind my lashes.

“I’m not asking you to stop working on the jutsu… Just ease up.” He half smiled behind his mask as I felt my nose start to run. 

Miss fucking me that badly? I thought to him, watching his grin widen. 

“I’ll answer you where you don’t have snot on your face.” He chuckled before standing up. I watched him walk around my bed and head towards the door. 

“Wait…” I whined. With his hands in his pockets he looked over his shoulder. “Where are you going?” 

“To get you some tissues my beloved snot face.” He teased before waving off. 

“If I had a pillow I’d throw it at you!” I called out, immediately regretting it with my throat aching more. Just as I was about to turn away to tend to my two precious babes, Tenzo walked through the door with a vase that held a mixture of red primroses and yellow camellias. The assortment was complimented with some greenery and a few white smaller flowers that I wasn’t quite sure what they were, but the entire thing seemed very… Tenzo. 

“Are you doing ok?” He wondered while placing the vase on the table by the bed. 

“Yea… A lot better than this morning.” I replied as I watched him pull up a chair. Asuma started to reach out with both hands to where Tenzo sat. “Looks like someone missed you.” I smiled as I watched Tenzo reach out and pick Asuma up. Obito started to crawl up towards me, sitting on my lap where Asuma last was but instead he rested his head on my chest. 

“I’m glad.” Tenzo gently held Asuma in place with a hand on his back as Asuma reached up trying to tug on his face protector. Reaching over, I took the protector off before smoothing over his cheek for a moment. When I noticed the blush on his cheeks, I handed the piece of metal to Asuma. 

“Thank you for the flowers… They’re beautiful.” I spoke quietly, my voice starting to feel a little hoarse. Kakashi came back in with a box of tissues, which I quickly reached out for as I felt the mucus start to reach my top lip. After blowing my nose some and wiping my face, I let myself rest back on the pillow with Obito still laying on me. “When can I leave?” I wondered while watching Kakashi stand behind Tenzo. 

“Tomorrow morning if you continue to get better.” Kakashi mentioned while leaning up against the chair with his hand firmly planted on the back. 

“Hey Tenzo…” I reached out to hold his hand with my other resting on the back of Obito’s head. “Why don’t you come over for dinner once I’m better?” 

“Sure… That sounds good.” He smiled brightly which I didn’t get to see all that often with my time working with him. I felt at peace, surrounded by my family, so I let my heavy eyes shut.

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i love your writing! could i get headcanons of gaara, shisui, and naruto when they wake up to see their s/o’s shirt ridden up exposing their chest (they’re not wearing a bra) while they slept? this happens to me a lot hahaha

Gaara

Something that never fails to bring a smile to the kazekage is waking up next to his lover. As the kazekage, he could never show any weaknesses or any signs of vulnerability. However, he loved waking up with his s/o in his arms

He brought his partner closer to him as he wrapped his arms around them even tighter. His eyes studied their peaceful face and wandered from their eyes to their lips

He was incredibly happy to have them next to him like that. Eventually, his eyes made their way to his s/o’s uncovered chest. Immediately, he made his entire body shift away from his s/o

His face was so red that it matched the color of his hair

While Gaara was blushing madly and trying to calm down, his s/o woke up. It didn’t take them long to figure out why their shy boyfriend was so red and trying to avoid their gaze

His s/o immediately covered their chest while trying to cover their red face

“I’m sorry...” Gaara muttered. Although it was not his fault, he felt like he had violated the privacy of his precious lover

Would they hate him? Was he a horrible person? He started to freak out a little

In the end, they made fun of him for looking like a tomato before giving him a loving kiss

Shisui

Although Shisui loved to cuddle his s/o in the morning, he had a mission that he needed to complete

Since he hates to leave for missions without saying anything to his s/o, he decided to wake them up. He gently caressed their cheek while whispering sweet words into their ear. He amorously kissed their cheek and forehead hoping to wake them up

When his lover finally rose their upper body from the bed, the blanket that covered their body fell swiftly on their lap. His s/o lazily rubbed their eyes oblivious of the fact that Shisui was staring at them with a smirk on his face

When his lover finally realized that the hem of their top was somehow rolled up so that it revealed their chest, they almost died from embarrassment

Shisui watched and laughed to himself as they frantically tried to cover themselves. Since Shisui is a rather playful partner, he couldn’t control the urge he had to tease his s/o

Due to the fact that Shisui had seen his lover naked multiple times, it was amusing to him how they reacted when he saw their chest. His lover threw a pillow at his face when he playfully made fun of them for their shyness

Naruto

Naruto had just woken up next to his lover when his eyes immediately made their way to their chest. Since his s/o’s chest was uncovered, he couldn’t help but stare at it with a massive smile and blush on his face

The blond creator of the “Sexy Jutsu” was enjoying the view when he suddenly saw that his lover’s eyes shot open

The sudden movement of his s/o startled him and caused him to fall off the bed. He started to roll on the floor while loudly telling his s/o that he was not a pervert

But then his nose started to bleed when he finally made eye contact with his s/o

He started to freak out once again when he realized that his s/o would probably not believe that he was not some sort of pervert

His lover was slightly embarrassed by having their chest exposed, but they were more entertained by Naruto’s nervous babbling

Naruto decided to buy ramen for his s/o in order to redeem himself

Itachi

Itachi did not really have a reaction to seeing the chest of his s/o. He had an arm wrapped around his s/o while they slept

When he noticed that their shirt was put on backwards and that it was revealing their chest, he gently adjusted his s/o’s shirt so that it would cover their upper body without waking them up

Then he just stared at his s/o and admired their beauty for a while

He kissed their forehead before heading to the kitchen and making his s/o breakfast. Like always, he ended up making more food than needed

When his s/o woke up, they noticed that their shirt was put on properly. They also noticed that Itachi was lovingly staring at them as he brought them breakfast to the bed

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