#Crack-no-Jutsu

[konohagakurekakashi]

Share a secret about the members of Team 7

Hmm... let's see....

Sasuke - Regardless of the Uchiha ™️ glowers and detached behaviour, Sasuke has a poster of Koyuki Kazahana, the actress of Icha Icha Paradise: The Movie taped inside of his closet. He also has her autograph.

Naruto - Is an incredibly restless sleeper. He doesn't just sleep talk. He argues. Loud and brash. Mostly with himself, the folds within his sleeping bag and whoever is unlucky enough to be within reach of his limbs. I've seen him attempt to strangle one of Sakura's sandals on more than one occasion, referring to it as 'Kabu-no-baka'.

Sakura - Uses the same hair care products as the Ninken. Pakkun swears it's rich in Biotin and Jojoba oil which 'hydrates, repairs, and renews with every wash'.

[senjutsunade]

Now onto crack no jutsu;

Tsunade: [drunk and raging]: Your mother, once she found out about my crush on Sakumo senpai, what does she do? Being the evil creature she was, starts dating him!! Such treachery!!

Kakashi: .....

Two sake bottles later

Tsunade: [sobbing now] But that doesn't mean she should have gone off and died!!! Didn't she know how much I needed her? No one has been able to do my hair well since! How dare she abandon me!!!

30 minutes later

Kakashi: [awkwardly patting Tsunade's head, who is for some reason clinging to his leg like a Koala] Tsunade-sama please stop crying. I'll learn how she did your hair (liar - doesn't even fix is own hair). And can you let go of my leg please…I lost all feeling in it 15 minutes ago…

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When you get too deep into head canons - @konohagakurekakashi

[chaosverseline]

Kenjaku x Jin

But…….

Kenjaku bringing the death paintings along and Jin being a great stepdad to choso,eso and Kechizu and the best he can to cursed womb death paintings fetuses still in a their containers.

Kenjaku probably getting into the plastic surgery industry just to turn kechizu more humanoid and less of a ,his quotes ,a “freak of nature embarrassment”

Cue in chaos family

And Somehow kenjaku bringing geto back to life???

And Jin somehow convinced kenjaku to let Jin adopt this poor lost soul????

Yuji have a big family of ten brothers,a unreliable?moral compass himbo dad,a Mad scientist morally questionable mom,A grumpy grandpa,a non-binary aunt?Uncle? Uraume,a sane godfather Nanami and a weird white haired man who kept on hitting on his geto nii.

Stop harassing geto nii!!

Edit:Sukuna is not prepared for this hurricane of a family.

[kikaichuno]

The Kidaichu gun...!

[minaa-munch]

Yondaime sama can I steal your hat? I wanna be Hokage

Yare yare, everyone wanted to be Hokage until they realized the amount of paperwork it involved.

Who was he kidding? Between Orochimaru and Kushina, there weren't many in the 'I deserve to be the Yondaime' club.

Speaking of--

"You...might need to get in line."

[pupsec]

𐔌 、kakashi　ﾉ　you quietly play the role of a dutiful wife—until you uncover his secret stash of smut and realize your aloof husband might just be a filthy, pervert 𓈒　���

cw: arranged marriageノdubcon undertones ノ obsession ノ explicit content ノdark themes ϑϱ

୨ৎ dead dove: do not eat！minors, blank & ageless blogs will be blocked ୨୧ pt. 2

You married him under sakura blossoms and a sky the color of secrets.

Kakashi Hatake never looked at you during the ceremony. His Sharingan was covered, his visible eye lowered, posture slack like this whole thing bored him. A political bond, they called it. A strategic arrangement. You were nothing but a name on a scroll, a signature in ink. You half expected him not to show up. Maybe a crow with a note tied to its leg instead—Sorry, too busy training. Best wishes.

But he came. He said "I do" with a shrug.

You moved into his quiet house tucked into a hill on the edge of the village, where the wind always carried the scent of pine and earth, and the porch creaked with age. He gave you the larger bedroom, disappeared into the smaller one down the hall. Never touched you. Barely spoke.

"Don’t trouble yourself," he murmured the first day, not even glancing up from his book. "I won’t get in your way."

So you didn’t. You dusted. Swept. Folded. You ironed his uniforms and laid them out with care. Cooked meals and left them covered with a little note—If you're hungry. Most went untouched.

You tiptoed around him like you were afraid to wake a sleeping wolf. A wife in name only. You kept your head down, told yourself it was fine. Maybe even peaceful.

Until one day you were cleaning.

It was raining. The sound of it tapping against the window made the silence heavier somehow. Kakashi wasn’t home. An early mission. You hummed as you dusted the shelf in his spare room—a room you weren’t supposed to touch, really, but something about it called to you today. Maybe it was the crooked frame. Maybe it was boredom. Or maybe it was the little pull of curiosity that always got girls like you in trouble.

You tugged the drawer open.

And froze.

Stacked. Neatly. Organized alphabetically, even. Rows of smutty novels. The kind with aggressively suggestive titles and lurid covers—The Icha Icha Chronicles: Lust in the Mist, Kunoichi Heat 3: Forbidden Jutsu. One was dog-eared right in the middle. You flipped it open before your brain could stop your hands, and—

The scene inside made your face go hot.

Someone tied up. Begging. Calling the man sensei. Pages sticky from too much use. You dropped it like it bit you and stumbled back.

Kakashi—stoic, unreadable Kakashi—was reading this filth?

You snapped the drawer shut and ran.

You didn’t bring it up. How could you?

You just scrubbed harder. Smiled tighter. Tried to push it out of your head. But then your panties started to vanish.

Not the plain ones. Not the folded cotton briefs. No—it was the delicate lace, the soft silk, the ones you only wore when you were feeling fragile and feminine. You thought maybe you misplaced them. Laundry mistake. Until it kept happening. Until you knew.

Then it was the scent. On the laundry. Faint, but there—something musky and warm and male. You started doing your laundry in secret.

And then one night, you caught him.

You woke for no reason. A soft creak. A breath. The door cracked open.

You pretended to stay asleep.

You kept your breaths slow, steady, heartbeat hammering in your ears as you felt his presence at the edge of the bed. So close. So quiet. Something shifted on the sheets.

You waited until he was gone to peek.

Your underwear drawer. Still open.

The next morning, Kakashi sipped his tea like nothing happened. Same bored look. Same lazy posture. The man who used your panties as a midnight addiction was smiling politely and asking if you wanted more sugar in your tea.

Your head spun.

How could he look at you like you were glass, when he was sneaking into your room just to press his face into your scent? How could he act so unaffected, when the flush on his throat betrayed something molten just under the skin?

You started watching him. Closer. The twitch of his fingers when you bent over. The way his eye followed the line of your throat when your robe slipped just a little. You tested it—dropped a towel "accidentally," bent slowly. Kakashi didn’t move.

But he stared.

When you turned to look at him, his nose was buried in that damned book again. As if he didn’t just imagine bending you over the table and fucking you till your knees gave out.

He was a ghost in the day and a deviant in the dark.

And you were the good little wife who smiled and served tea.

But you felt it now. The tension curling around both of you like smoke. The sharp awareness. The way his voice dipped low when he said thank you for breakfast, like it had a thousand meanings under it. The way your thighs clenched when he stood too close.

One night, you found a pair of your panties—worn, damp, and warm—folded under your pillow.

Your hands shook. You didn’t throw them out.

You tucked them away.

You weren’t sure who you were becoming.

But it made you wet just to think about it.

[swordduels]

I'm making it canon that if Sigfrid turn into a fish with monster limbs he'll speak backwards like this. Even though it totally wasn't an accident when I moved him from one direction to another. And gosh darn, he's so sexy. Anyone wanna date this fish monster hybrid who talk backwards? Artist of 3d limbs: Fabio Bautista https://www.badking.com.au/)

[dreamingofaizawa]

Pretty Young Thing

Retired!Older! Kakashi Hatake x AFAB!Kunoichi! Reader

***This piece is rated M for MATURE. 18+ entry only***

Warnings: Age gap (like 20+ years dude fr it's a GAP), longing, Kakashi being smitten, Kakashi being awkward and emotionally constipated, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, cum eating, pussy slapping, creampies (wrap it before you tap it, people), squirting, overstimulation, VERY BRIEF dd/lg dynamic (I COULDN'T RESIST I'M SORRY)

Word Count: 4.5k

Author's Note: So. This was SUPPOSED to be a short drabble about Kakashi getting older and retiring and being interested in a cute, young, you. However, I couldn't stop my brain from braining and my hands from typing. It was gonna be less than 500 words. I don't know WHAT possessed me, but here I am.

ENJOY~

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He's been forced into retirement. At least, that's what he tells everyone for the first few years, unable to fight the urge to get out in the field at every opportunity and being shot down. He sticks around the academy, and they allow him to still teach and help the next generation of ninja grow into well-rounded shinobi, for two reasons: he's an incredibly skilled and talented ninja that can pass on all of his skills, and he goes absolutely stir crazy trying to find something to do with his life after finishing Icha Icha.

Truthfully, he'd finished the series within the first 48 hours of his retirement, then re-read the damn series twice over before he finally got sick of it all. He couldn't take the lack of, well, anything.

Throughout his life he's fought countless battles, lost loved ones, and even the war took its toll on his body and his mind. But he misses it. Misses the action, misses the rush and the thrill. He's restless. His fingers twitch when he's sitting for too long, his legs bouncing and tapping on the floor when he's stood still in the kitchen waiting for a meal to finish on the stove. Even cooking can't seem to keep him occupied enough.

But he manages, eventually. Runs and works out in almost all of his free time, waking up at the crack of dawn to train himself for nothing every morning. Cooks every single meal and even bakes more desserts than he could possibly eat in his lifetime, brings all of his extra cupcakes and pies to his students when he finally has a new class. Not a team, no, he's been relegated to indoor classroom settings only. Nothing that could get him out in the field. And he tries to read new books. Nothing really catches his eye though, not enough to gerner his attention like he needs it to.

But then you show up.

You, a pretty young thing that's moved from the Hidden Mist village to come teach the young about your own village's history. It's part of the new initiative Naruto put in, once he'd finally reached his dream of becoming Hokage and got the village back in order. You're part of a group of eight shinobi, two from each major village, who were assigned to Konoha to begin a sort of fusion between the villages. Eight of the leaf's shinobi were sent out to the other villages as well.

He'd only managed to notice you while he was dropping off some of those extra desserts he'd made to occupy his time. You caught his eye like sunlight through stained glass, displaying to the students a few water-style jutsu that the Mist had perfected long ago and passed down through generations. He was mesmerized. You moved like the tides, body fluid like water, graceful and powerful. Clearly you'd mastered these techniques on an entirely different level, the motions so fluent you could probably do them in your sleep.

That's all it took for him to latch onto you. He's infatuated, really. After watching the demonstration, he actually offers you and your students the lemon-raspberry cookies he'd made last night. He talked with you for what must have been hours after that, all your classes having finished for the day and you strolled through Konoha. It was your first day, you'd said, and you were still trying to figure out the layout of the village.

"It's a lot bigger than the Mist. I didn't know what to expect if I'm being honest. I got here yesterday afternoon, and got lost on the way to school this morning." You laugh then, and he finds himself laughing with you. He offers to give you an escort whenever you find yourself needing one, offers to show you all the good food and the prettiest spots to laze in the sun.

It's about three months in that he finds himself actively looking for you during his morning run through the village. Not around the village, not anymore, ever since you'd moved here. He changed his entire running route to be able to spot you if you'd gotten lost, and then detoured to get you back on the path to school. Hell, he even walks you all the way to the front door of your classroom.

It takes him far too long to admit to himself that he's developing romantic feelings for you.

And he's a little ashamed about the whole thing.

He knows he's getting older, mid-late forties, dangerously close to fifty but he won't admit that to anyone if they ask. If his hair weren't already white, it'd be noticeably graying. His body's gotten just a little softer with age, but he stays as active as he can. He won't deny he's no spring chicken.

But you're young, maybe a little over half his age, can't be older than thirty. It's...strange. You're younger than any of Team 7, who he considers his children, but somehow you've circumvented that entirely. Maybe it's because he hadn't watched you grow up, maybe it's because you seem so accomplished and put-together, maybe it's because he still feels like he's a younger man than he is. But it's strange.

It's strange, and he feels a little guilty, especially when he's all alone late at night and his mind wanders a little too far back to Icha Icha. Especially when he's tenting his boxers and rubbing one out to ease the tension and suddenly all he can see in his mind is you. Especially when the post-nut clarity hits him like a truck, because he knows what people say and think about an age gap that large.

"When have you ever cared about what other people think, Kakashi?" Yamato tilts his head, pulling the emptying bottle of sake from his white-haired friend's hands.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Besides, if it helps at all, here's what I think. I think you're both fully grown adults, and as long as she actually wants to be in a relationship and you don't force her hand, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it." Kakashi's head hits the back of the cracked leather seat of the booth, a short sigh escaping him. Yamato is right.

And then he's yearning for you. Looking for your face everywhere, seeking you out whenever he finds another class to teach, visiting you after you finish your classes to drop off another tray of sweets. He's walked you home more times than he can count now, and he's watched your eyes light up as the sun sets behind the treeline and paints the sky in brilliant orange and pink hues. You'd never seen such beautiful sunsets. You say the Hidden Mist is always cloudy or shrouded in a thick fog, so the sky is always gray unless the sun is at its peak and can shine down enough to break through the mist.

He loves watching you watch the sun set. He loves watching you teach the kids. He loves watching you perform jutsu he's never seen before. He loves walking you to class every morning even though you already know your way around the village by now. He loves being in your presence, and hearing your voice, and seeing you smile and hearing you laugh at all his stupid jokes.

He's so far gone. The worst part is that he won't do anything about it. Because there's no way a pretty, young thing like you could be any kind of interested in someone like him. Aged, retired, his lease on life far from new. Not a chance you'd even consider him a suitor in any fashion.

Right?

"Hey, Kakashi?" He hums in response, walking alongside you as you two take a stroll after school. It's a route you two take often, after he'd shown you the best spots to watch the sky at sunset.

"You go running every morning, don't you? To keep in shape?" Another hum, but this time he's looking at you and your strangely mischievous expression. To your credit, you're trying your absolute hardest to keep your face neutral as you plan out your next moves.

"Why do you ask?" You shrug, but it's far from nonchalant. It's forced, as if you needed to pretend to be indifferent. You're scheming.

"Oh, no reason."

"Right." He doesn't believe you. Even as you lapse into silence for a few minutes, he can see the way your entire body is coiled, ready to take off like a spooked rabbit. But you're not afraid, no, you're excited about something. Then, you stop in your tracks, and face him head-on. His head tilts, and you reach out with one hand, your entire palm laying flat on his chest where his heart beats entirely too fast for the pace you'd been walking at. And your smile. It's so sweet, so innocent, and the little giggle that slips out makes his head light.

"Tag, you're it!" Then you're gone. He blinks, and you've vanished, having initiated a game he hasn't played in years. He can see you, still, where you're watching from a tree branch nearby. You wait to see if he'll chase, see if he's actually feeling up to this little game. His head snaps over to you and you wave over at him, wiggling your fingers. His heart races in his chest, his fingers trembling, his feet stepping toward the treeline.

He's excited. His body moves before his mind can really make the executive decision, and he's standing beside you on your branch. But only briefly, and you're gone again before he can reach out and tag you. His vision narrows, watching you as you slip away from him once he gives chase. It's exhilarating, stimulating his years of trained reflexes and triggering his muscle memory like nothing in the classroom or proctoring chunin exams could ever do. He doesn't even realize where the two of you end up when you finally stop and let his hand come down on your shoulder.

You giggle again, and it makes him freeze, his chest heaving and nerves buzzing. But he doesn't move to run after tagging you.

"You've still got it, old man." It's...are you...teasing him? Yes, he realizes, you are. Because you turn around and face him and lay your palm over his heart again with the sweetest little grin.

"Care to come inside?" He swallows around the lump in his throat, blinking down at you as you chew at your bottom lip. Cute. He can't speak, so he nods, and then his heart leaps into his throat when you laugh and slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers together to pull him into your apartment which he's only just now realized you'd stopped in front of.

"Don't be so nervous, Kakashi. I promise I'll be good and give your poor heart a break." That is an extremely dangerous thing for you to say at the moment, his restraint suddenly wearing thinner than rice paper. It makes him stop once you've dragged him inside, his head spinning suddenly with all the depraved thoughts running through his mind. And you, sweet thing you are, look confused and almost concerned as you look back at him, look up at him, where he's stuck in your entryway.

"Are you alright?" You reach up to place the back of your hand on his forehead, but he flinches away and grabs your wrist in his own large hand.

"Kakashi?" His breathing is shallow, his heart still going a mile a minute, his fingers tightening around your wrist. He can feel your own pulse, and he swears it's nearly as fast as his.

"Just give me a second, sweetheart. I'm trying to be a gentleman." The worry drops off your face like a dead weight. He can just barely see the corner of your mouth tug into a wicked smile.

"Maybe I don't want you to be a gentleman." Those eyes snap to yours in an instant, and...is that lust decorating your features? There's no way...

You're stepping toward him, and he steps back, releasing your wrist as you back him against the door.

"Maybe I want you to get naked in my bed." The words have him sweating. He chuckles, a nervous sound really.

"I thought you were going to give my heart a break." You hum, lean into his space and rest both palms on his chest, fingers spreading just to feel him. You sigh dramatically, turning back into your home and striding away with an extra sway to your hips. Pure temptation is what you are.

"I guess, being as old as you are you need a break huh? That poor ticker of yours is gonna give out if you're not careful." The way you eye him as you walk away has a tent forming in his pants. Fuck. You're right, his heart's gonna explode but it's not going to be from old age. He steps toward you, following you like a damn puppy, all the way to your bedroom where you turn and face him once again, a devious smile on your pretty lips.

"If I haven't made myself clear enough, Kakashi, here's another hint." He can't shut his eyes when you begin to undress in front of him. He wants so badly to give you privacy, to be a damn gentleman like he said. You're making that impossible. You're naked, completely bared to him and his gaze, dressed in nothing but pure sin. He doesn't back away when you approach him this time.

"You're a smart man, Kakashi. You've got all the information you need in that handsome head of yours. The question is: will you use that information to your advantage tonight?" He swallows, heat crawling over his skin the closer you get. Your naked breasts are pressing into his shirt and his fingers are itching to touch you.

"I don't want to take advantage of anything. Especially you." The admission makes you smile as you reach over and grasp his hands, tugging them and laying them on your very naked hips.

"Honestly, it feels like I'm the one taking advantage of you, with how little you're reacting to all of this." Thick fingers twitch, digging into your skin, and you loop your arms around his neck. He's going to die, and he won't even be mad about it.

Then he feels it, the slight tremor in your fingertips where they graze the hairs at his nape. There's the tiniest shake to your legs, the slightest pinch in your brows. Your bottom lip is being chewed once again, your jaw trembling. You're nervous. You're nervous like he is, waiting for him to reciprocate any of what you're giving him. Fuck. He's done for.

The little gasp you let out when he grasps your hips and twists, pinning you to the wall, fuels all of his movements. He's gained a new confidence.

"You're so pretty. Fuck, I can't believe this is real." You gasp again as he yanks his mask down and buries his face in your neck, licking up your pulsepoint and sucking a bruise into your skin.

"Fucking finally. You don't even know how long I've been dying to get you in here, Kakashi." He groans into you as you claw at his clothes, disrobing him as much as you can from where you're stuck beneath his palms.

"Oh yeah? You been thinking about me, pretty girl?" You nod, whine, unbutton his shirt and tug it down his shoulders. When he pulls back to look at you, you practically drool. He's still fit, sure, but there's a softness to him that you find irresistable. The layer of fat makes his gut pudge just a bit, and his arms are still bulging muscle but they're softened by time. He's bigger than you'd expected, wider and stronger and beefier.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name." He almost cums in his pants, like a goddamn teenage virgin. All reservations are thrown promptly out the nearest window, his lips on yours in an instant. His hands are all over you, toying with your nipples and squeezing the flesh of your ass. Yours are in his hair, and he lifts you with ease only to drop you onto the bed. You whine when your bodies part, but then you watch him yank his belt off in record time and drop both his trousers and boxers to the floor.

He watches as your pupils dilate and black swallows up your irises.

What a fucking ego boost, huh?

You're about to crawl toward him, you desperately want to feel him in your throat, want to claw at his thighs and feel his fingers tug roughly at your hair as you suck him dry. Instead he crawls over you and pins you to the bed with one hand at your throat.

"Oh no, not tonight baby. I won't last." He kisses your pout away, then sucks more marks into your throat as he reaches down between your legs with thick fingers. The moan you let out has his hips jerking forward, one finger slipping effortlessly into your slick heat. You're absolutely drenched. You whine again, rocking your hips into his hand.

"Don't tease, 'Kashi. Please." Well when you beg so nicely, how could he refuse? A second finger is added, then a third, and when he curls them up and uses his thumb to rub circles into your swollen clit, your whole body arches off the sheets as your breath is nearly punched from your lungs. It doesn't take long at all before you're cumming all over his fingers, soaking his hand and your bed.

"Fuck, do that again, pretty thing." Legs shaking, chest heaving as you gasp for air, skin dewy with sweat from the quickest orgasm of your life. He's already moving, yanking you to the edge of the bed, ignoring your yelp completely as he kneels before you. You whine when you realize the position he's in.

"No fair." He chuckles, and you jolt, his breath hot over your still sensitive pussy.

"Sorry, sweetness. I can't help myself. Be a good girl and cum on my tongue." Then he's eating you out like you're his last meal. His nose nudges your clit with every movement, his deep moans vibrate through your body, and when his fingers find your clit again to give it some much-needed attention, you're falling apart again. Just like he asked. He can see everything from this angle, the way your thighs twitch as they clamp around his head, the way your stomach clenches so tight as you cum, the way your neck is completely exposed as your back arches beautifully off the bed. Sweat glistens over your skin, your hands clawing at his hair and the sheets beside your head.

He's too close to cumming.

Satisfied that you're wiped out, he crawls back over you and swipes a few stray strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. You're still trembling, two quick orgasms in a row making you feel like an exposed nerve ending.

"You okay, baby?" It takes you a second to refocus, but when you do you're beaming.

"Yeah, I'm great. Still want you to fuck me, though." He groans.

"You can't say things like that, love. I'll burst before I get near you." You chuckle, lay your head to the side.

"That's hot. Let me guess, you'll have to use a little blue pill to recover after that?" You damn minx. There's a little shriek that escapes you when he flips you over and yanks your hips up, pinning your face to the bed with one hand in your hair as he hunches over you.

"Careful, little girl, teasing me is dangerous. Wouldn't want to break you so soon." Desperate is how he'd describe your responding moan. With his dick pressed up against your cunt, he feels the way it clenches.

"Break me." Fuck. Fuck. In one hard thrust he's buried deep in your heat, your cunt gripping tight around him for dear life as you moan. He's not small, and the stretch has your eyes rolling back in your head, has your toes curling and your spine coiling tight.

He refuses to cum before you do. He's got an iron will, he refuses to cum early.

You're gasping as his hips slam into the fat of your ass, all the strength he possesses powering every thrust, hands bruising your hips as they claw into your skin like anything less would rip you away from him. He can see your face reddening. You've been fucked so dumb you forgot to breathe, and somehow that makes his cock throb inside you. He stills, curling over your back and burying himself so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Your eyes roll back into your skull almost painfully as he brushes your hair from your face, leaves a sweet little kiss on your cheek.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Can't have you passing out on me yet." Your gasp is shuddering, lungs barely inflating with the hiccupping breaths you take.

"There you go. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Then you're gone. He can feel you clench around his cock, feel your entire body go stiff and tremble as you cum. It's not a full orgasm, but it's intense, and you've been tipped right over the edge by the praise he'd whispered into your ear.

You're gone, and then he's gone.

He thrusts twice before letting go, filling you up with so much cum it leaks from between your legs and trails down the insides of your thighs in thick rivulets. You're still shaking as he pulls out of you and flips you over, petting your body as you come back down. Tears had fallen at some point, streaking your skin.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Your legs are trembling as you let them fall apart, exposing yourself to him again. The sight of you, absolutely ruined, his cum leaking from your cunt, has his cock painfully jumping to life again, just barely.

"Feel good. So good." Then, being the little temptress you are, you reach down between your legs and finger his cum back into you, moaning and jolting at the sensitivity. Then you bring your fingers to your lips and suck both your juices off the digits, not breaking eye contact with him.

"It's incredible how you can still want more after that." You whine, but smile.

"Of course I want more. I always want more of you. But you don't have to give me any more if you're not feeling up to it." He hums, low and throaty. It sends a very visible shiver up your spine.

"I didn't say that, baby." Effortlessly, he scoops you up and sits up against the headboard, tucking you into his lap with your legs spread over his. One of his massive arms bars over yours, pinning you against his chest while the other hand reaches down and begins toying with your clit. You jolt, still sensitive, squirming to try to get away from his deft fingers.

"What happened to always wanting more?" It's a tease to finally get back at you. It's his turn now, to fluster you and pull you apart. When you don't stop squirming and whining, his palm pulls away and comes back down, a swift smack catching your clit and you squeal.

"Stay still, baby girl. I'm only giving you what you wanted. Greedy little thing you are, don't back out on me now." You sob, your breathing hiccupped and quick while he rubs slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive bud, and you shake your head.

"Not backing out. Feels good, daddy." His hips buck, his moan is loud in your ear, guttural and wrecked. He didn't even think he'd like that kind of thing, but you. Damn it all. He smacks your pussy again, just a little harder, and your moans are matching his as your body recoils and arches as far off of his as you can manage beneath his brute strength. Another smack, another moan, you're shaking again. He's hard again. Harder than he's been in a long time, the throb in his dick constant and needy. He lifts your hips and lines up with you, then sinks you down on his length. You're crying, his dick curving up into your g-spot so well and his fingers toying with your clit making you dizzy.

"Come on, babygirl. Come on daddy's cock again, be good for me." He smacks your clit again, and he can feel every clench and flutter of your cunt around him. You're so close. He brings his hand down again, targeting your poor, swollen clit, his other hand dropping to press into the pouch of your stomach where he can feel his own dick through your belly, and that's all it takes for you to fall apart all over again. But this time, you're screaming, your body thrashing so hard he's having a hard time keeping you against his chest, and warm liquid sprays over his thighs and pools down over his balls. It all has him coming undone as well, a single low grunt before he's shoving his dick deep inside you and emptying whatever he's got left.

Then you're both boneless, panting, sweaty messes on your bed. It takes a long time for either of you to move, the sweat cooling over your bodies and making you both sticky. He thinks maybe you've fallen asleep, but is proven wrong when you whimper as you shift, his soft cock slipping from your cunt and making him hiss from the sensitivity. You roll over, off of him, and lay your head on his chest. Your laugh is light, but riddles with exhaustion.

"I think I almost died there, Kakashi." He snorts out a laugh, tugging you close.

"Glad I can make you feel good. You don't regret any of this?" It's adorable, how you tilt your head in confusion, lift yourself to hover above him.

"Why would I?" He shuts his eyes for the admission.

"I'm not exactly young, sweetheart. A lot of people would say I'm too old for you." You scoff, press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Like I give a damn what they think. I'm old enough to know what I want, and I'm also old enough to make my own decisions." One eye peeks open, staring up at you with more than a little hesitation. You only roll your eyes.

"If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have stripped naked in front of you in my own bedroom. Come on, I thought you were smarter than this Kakashi. Isn't old age supposed to come with wisdom?" He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"Enough with the damn old jokes. It makes me feel..."

"Old?" He deadpans, you laugh.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop. For now." His sigh is heavy, but you know he loves the teasing. You lean down once again to give him a peck on the lips, then pry yourself from his grasp and yank him to stand with you.

"Come on, we gotta shower and I gotta change the sheets." His hum is amused as he looks back at the mess you made, then back at you as you drag him toward what he assumes is the bathroom.

[fujouppy]

kagusaku fujos to lovers

[konohagakurekakashi]

Sticky-Note-No-Jutsu

Updated Headcanon Prompt- Kakashi's response to Tsunade giving him the cold shoulder as a result of the Hiruko fiasco.

Drabble written for @senjutsunade because adulting is impossible and not very high on the priority list.

Kakashi immediately knew that something was amiss the moment all of his missions were provided and received by a mission desk Chūnin; the Kage's door and office window held firmly shut and under guard at all times by a pair of stoic, porcelain masks. This in itself was not unusual, as a military head was expected to be surrounded by her soldiers at all given times. What /was/ unusual was the surge of killer intent directed at his person each and every time he spared a glance at those black, bottomless sockets. It was almost like they were goading the Jōnin to push his way past their sentry and into the Godaime's office. It was equal parts annoying, disconcerting and stupid. Kakashi definitely preferred the awkward tension that lurched from Raidō and Iwashi every time the duty roster paired them on either side of their revered leader's door.

Never one to shrug off a challenge however (Gai's youthful influence be damned) Kakashi sought to invest in a pack of obnoxiously bright sticky notes as stage one of his three step plan. Stage two was searching for new, creative ways into Tsunade-sama's office, whenever he found himself awake, /uninjured/ and in the village for longer than a few hours. The only evidence that the Jōnin succeeded in breaking and entering (wholly unnoticed by those judgmental, black sockets) being the colourful consignments he left in his wake.

Sometimes the note would just be a doodle attached to a stapler, other times it would be a remark on a report Tsunade-sama was reading (let it be known that correcting the grammar of his fellow Tokubetsu Jōnin has always been a favourite pastime of his), but mostly her drawers were just filled with kind, helpful suggestions like: "Drink this instead. It's good for circulation." Cue sticky note, attached to a teabag, attached to her nearly depleted sake stash. Needless to say, Kakashi went through an awful lot of stationary during his Hokage's vow of self-imposed silence, but it was worth poking holes in Ibiki-san's security detail (Cough. Stage three of the three step plan) and reminding his Kage that he was indeed still alive and present- for what it was worth.

[senjutsunade]

Offers Tsunade-san a stool to stand on. No more height discrimination.

Imagines herself standing between Orochimaru and Jiraiya on a stool....

"......"

"I think I'd rather cut their legs off...."

[detectivestucks]

Mind Games

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Anbu Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Kakashi has a new jutsu that allows him to read minds. Your thoughts get caught in the cross fire during an interrogation and now he's hooked, listening in every chance he gets till he makes you his.

Warnings: NSFW, degradation, nipple play, unprotected penetration, money shot.

Word Count: 4.4k

Anon Ask

“Captain! Captain, they've caught him!”

Team Ro’s second in command rushes to Kakashi. “Are we clear to bring him back to the village for interrogation?” 

“Let me take a crack at him first. We could be missing an important opportunity for the mission if we wait till we’re home to get answers.”

“Of course, Captain”

Kakashi heads over to the tree where you’re guarding the hostage from the Hidden Mist. He nods to you before centering his gaze on the man at your feet. 

“I’ll never betray my village.” He spits, “I don’t care what you do to me!”

“No worries” Kakashi says with amusement, “I have no need for your words or your cooperation.” 

The shinobi looks at the captain, confused when he starts weaving signs. You join the captive in their bewilderment looking from the hostage to the captain wondering what jutsu he could possibly be using. 

You see the final sign he holds and realize it’s very similar to the mind transfer hand sign. Could he possibly have used his sharingan to replicate the famous Yamanaka jutsu? But Kakashi’s consciousness remains in his body, he has not collapsed but rather looks like he’s studying the man before him.

Kakashi’s face drops. Deep concern etches his features. He looks so handsome like this. A leader who takes his job seriously. There’s nothing more handsome than a talented man who shows humility all while commanding with grace. 

Then on top it off, there’s the fact that he’s actually handsome. Silver fluffy hair swooped to the side, a jaw line that could cut glass, and dexterous hands that wield ninja tools in a mesmerizing way. A smidgen of drool collects in the corner of your mouth before you blink back to focus.

You swear you see a hint of a smile beneath Kakashi’s mask before he turns to his trusted second in command. He whispers something that causes the shinobi’s face to scowl.

“Right away sir.” He echoes, then in the blink of an eye he’s gone. 

Once the man has disappeared, Kakashi turns back to regard you. Mismatched eyes scan you up and down and you feel your blood run hot. A flush covers your face before he turns away and goes to address the rest of his Anbu. 

“Good work.” Kakashi praises. “Let's head out. Time to go home.”

Wait, we’re leaving that guy behind? You don’t say it but your face must have spoken just as loud as words would have because Kakashi turns around and says, “Yes, we’re leaving our comrade behind. He’ll head home when he’s done.”

Your face turns a shade of scarlet when he addresses you. Shinobi are supposed to be stealthy, yet here you are, easy to read, your face like a book. How humiliating.

Kakashi lightly chuckles before turning towards the rest of the group. “Let’s go!”

After turning the Mist shinobi over to the intelligence team you head over to the Anbu locker room to change. Upon your entry, you step in halfway through Kakashi’s transition into civilian clothes. His pants hang loosely around his hips, the top button still undone, as he pulls his compression shirt off over his head.

Holy fuck he’s hot. Ugh, get it together girl, you’re coworkers. You seriously need to chill.

You see his abs flex like he’s trying to restrain a laugh and you can’t understand what’s got him so amused today but you don’t like it. Serious men look strange when they laugh, though sometimes they look beautiful… Seriously, stop.

You head over to your locker trying hard to ignore how Kakashi trades one compression shirt for another, showing off his defined muscular frame beneath the elastic fabric, and you hate yourself for being unable to resist sneaking a glance.

~

From across the room, Kakashi pulls his head through the neck hole of his shirt. You look so cute when you’re flustered. Usually you’re calm and collected but ever since your team started joining his on joint missions, you’ve had a hard time acting professional around him. He figured why, but today when his mind-reading jutsu got a taste of what is going on in that cute little noggin on your shoulders, he can’t contain his glee. You’re so adorable with your internal struggle to stay professional and he loves that the residual effects of the jutsu allowed him to catch this last bit here in the locker room while he is in a state of undress. 

Now that he has an idea of what you’re thinking, he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to stop himself from taking a peak a few more times.

Once out on the town, you look to see if any of your jonin friends are around and find a bunch of your classmates have joined Kurenai, Asuma, and Guy at a local BBQ. You sit down at the table with them and place your meat on the grill. 

Only a few minutes later, the talented and alluring star captain of the Anbu wanders in. 

“Kakashi! Over here my rival!”

“Guuyyy!” you quietly whine, “Do you have to call him over?” Your plea is hushed but Guy’s response isn’t as subtle. 

“Of course! Rivals always sit together.”

Your forehead drops to the table and Kakashi descreatley forms the hand signs to perform his new favorite jutstu, excited to see what’s going on once more in that pretty head of yours. 

This is so embarrassing. Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods. Can a wagon run over me now or do I have to wait till later?

The restraint it takes to not crack a smile is difficult to muster. “Oh hi there, Guy. I’d love to join you.”

Kill me

Asuma makes room for the Anbu and he sits down right in front of you.

Sifting through the meat before him, he lays his cuts down on the gridle next to yours and flips over your steaks in the process. You stare at him trying to understand his kindness, for no reason whatsoever; he’s just kind. It’s in his nature. 

How can a man like him work in the Anbu? We are the necessary evil of the villiage. How can he manage both the dark and the light?

Kakashi enjoys hearing your thoughts. If not for the boost to his ego, at least for his amusement. He wonders if other members of his team feel the same way. But he’s not interested in hearing their thoughts, just yours. He’s had his eye on your for awhile and he knows you had a tiny crush on him since your first day in the Anbu. Now he believes his own feelings will fester from your adorable internal dialogue.

In the following weeks Kakashi used his mind reading jutsu every time he sees you. Your thoughts sink from admiration and controlled urges to downright lewd images of what you want him to do to you. His favorite spot to spy on your secret musings is in the locker room. 

He’s been spending extra time changing recently, drawing out the process to give you inspiration as your mind spirals with want. The desire to lick, bite, and kiss every ridge of muscle, the need to pull down his mask and explore his mouth, the painful itch to yank down his unbuttoned pants, it consumes you. Every little detail about him torments your mind. 

You find your chest fluttering when he’s around. Your breathing becomes shallow if he’s close and chills erupt on your arms anytime you walk past. These reactions prove it’s not just your mind that’s swamped with dirty thoughts; your body is sensitive to him too. To further your descent into madness, he makes a point to brush up against you, letting his fingers drag from your hip across your rear when he passes from behind. Any encounter in the hallway usually involves him lightly grazing your arm, and every exchange of words invites his hand on your shoulder. 

Each small touch steals your breath. The mental freeze and broken gasps are addicting to Kakashi and he can’t get enough of what his presence does to you. He wants to spend more time with you alone. He wants to see how far he can push things.

“Hey!” Kakashi trots up to you, calling your name. 

Your eyes widen with fluster. “Hey.” You barely choke out the word, you're so surprised that Kakashi is even approaching you.

“After the last joint mission I asked your captain to allow me some time to develop your combat skills.”

“My combat skills? Did I do a bad job?”

Kakashi smirks, you may have asked a simple question, but behind it your thoughts spin out of control. 

Oh my gods, did I embarrass myself in front of him? How could I not have noticed it? That’s why I catch him staring at me. He thinks I’m an idiot. All this time I was hoping he had a crush on me but actually, I was just a fool in his eyes. Oh gods, oh gods, geezus, fuck.

Kakashi almost burst out laughing but contains himself. “You didn’t do a bad job, but your jutsu are for mid range fighting. We’ve been spending a lot of time up close with enemies and I want to make sure you have sufficient taijutsu skills so you can protect yourself.

Okay, so I didn’t embarrass myself. Well that’s a relief. Oh, crap. Thank the man. Come on now, he’s giving you private lessons. The best shinobi in the village is offering to develop your skills, take the opportunity and thank him. Seriously, he’s wanting to help you. Why are you still not thanking him? Thank him!

“I-um-I…thank you, Kakashi. When do you want to meet?”

Woooow, you sounded so dumb just then. Why does his stupid gorgeous face do this to you?

“I’d like to meet you this evening.”

“Why this evening?!”

“Because I want you to learn to fight in the dark, in case you’re ambushed on a mission.”

“I guess that’s fair? I’ll see you then.”

“It’s a date.” 

He finishes this statement with a smirk, knowing how the term will make your head reel.

I swear if this dream boat says it’s a date a second time I’m not going to be able to stop myself. I’ll push him against a tree and pull out his dick and suck like my life depends on it. Why does he have to be so hot?

Kakashi walks away, regretting leaving the proximity where he can hear your thoughts because it is definitely his new favorite pastime. 

Evening came and you head to the training grounds. Even though it was going to be dark, you were extra careful with your hair style, choosing an elegant loose bun with lots of curls poking out and face framing pieces in the front. You were also careful to make your skin extra glowy so you’d look cute up close. You sigh to yourself. 

Why do I care so much? It’s not like it’s a real date, it’s just training for work. 

You feel like a pathetic school girl, crushing on the star shinobi like you’re back at the academy. You’re literally a top ranking ninja in the village but you feel like a genin around this man. 

Kakashi can see you approaching and activates his jutsu.

As you see his silhouette in the dark your heart starts to pound. How does even his outline look so gorgeous? Gods help me.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course captain. Thank you for offering to train me.”

Without warning, Kakashi whips out a kunai and makes to slash across your face. On instinct, you block with your forearm, preventing the blade from tarnishing your unblemished skin.

“Very good.”

Did he really think I wouldn’t block that? 

Then a swipe at your feet causes you to fall backwards but you use the leverage from your forearm to help you complete a handspring, saving your balance and landing on your feet.

That was close.

 “Color me impressed.”

“Tell me, how do you think I made it into the Anbu? Did you really think I couldn’t fight? Or did you think I got in cause of my looks?”

“Seeing is believing, sweetie. I see your pretty looks, I haven’t seen you in a serious fight.”

You scoff but inside your head is spinning. You’re pretty to him. That’s a dangerous thing to know. 

How am I going to resist him if I know he finds me attractive too? Maybe he was staring back cause he’s interested. Please let it be cause he thinks I’m hot and not cause he thinks I’m an idiot.

Your head is spinning and just as you’re caught up in your thoughts a leg comes up to your head in a roundhouse kick. You dodge and go to kick back when he grabs your leg, twisting so that you’d fall to the ground but you jump off your standing leg and strike his face with your heel only for him to disappear and be replaced by a log.

Almost had him.

“No, you didn’t almost have me, sweetie.”

Wait. Did I say that out loud. 

“Where’d you run off to? I thought we were supposed to be practicing close combat?”

A deep chuckle comes from behind one of the logs meant for shuriken practice and you send a shadow clone over to investigate. You watch yourself spar with the silver ninja when you feel someone’s presence behind you.

You whip a kunai out of your pocket and slice as you spin around only to be blocked by Kakashi’s own kunai. From behind the logs, you hear the poof of both shadow clones disappear while you and Kakashi continue to fight. He’s impressive and strong. It’s hard to keep your defenses up when all you want to do is melt into the person you're fending off. You want to be backed into a corner and pinned up against a tree, helpless to escape. You don’t want to fight; you want to lose.

Your heart hammers, caught between the pounding from exertion and fluttering from his close proximity. You feel light-headed till you realize you are exactly where you wanted to be, pinned against the closest tree.

“Is this what you want? Hmm?”

“What’d you mean?” your racing mind tries to understand the question. How could he tell what you’re thinking?

Kakashi’s hands slide to your wrists and bring them together above your head, pressing them into the bark so you can’t escape. Then he takes his knee and slots it between your legs, pressing his thigh up against your center.

“You want this, don’t you?”

Your eyes bug in disbelief. “No” you whisper but it’s an obvious lie meant to save face.

Kakashi pushes his hardened length against your hip. You suck in air between your teeth, unable to understand how you got in this predicament. He’s hard…for you.

“Say you don’t want me again. I promise to let you go if you do.”

Fuck that was hot.

“And if you’re good, I’ll reward you.”

“I don’t-” He squeezes your wrists tighter while rocking his hips against yours, rubbing his length against your upper leg.

 Butterflies zip throughout your body, excited to know he wants you the same way you want him. One hand presses against your wrist while the other wraps around your waist, pulling you against him.

“Ride my knee, pretty baby, show me how much you want me.”

Your eyes lock with his, your chin low, but your eyes never drop from his gaze. You angle you hips up so that you feel your folds drag along his thigh and angle them back down again. Repeating the process over and over, each stroke builds your desire as the friction tugs at your clit. The feeling is incredible but a ball of nerves bounces around your stomach, still in disbelief that it’s Kakashi you’re doing this with. 

You feel yourself wound up tight, need crawling along your skin. You don’t want to be pinned on the tree anymore, you want to touch him, kiss him, pull down that damned mask and see the face that no one else knows. 

As if reading your thoughts, Kakashi removes the hand that was wrapped around the small of your back and lowers the black fabric. His face is just as perfect as the rest of him. He’s gorgeous, truly a perfect creation. You whine and reach for him, unable to touch his lips with yours. A dazzling leering smirk makes you gush into your underwear.  Fuck me, even his smile is perfect.

He leans in, brushing his nose against your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “If you cum for me now, I’ll cum for you later.”

You swear your heart skips a beat. The pressure of your labia against his leg increases, causing your heart to pound with each tightening turn of the coil in your belly. Your chin drops and you pant, searching for air but what you really need is him.

“Please…” you whisper, breathy and quiet, “I need…” you turn your head towards his and he gives in, capturing your lips with his own. You struggle in his grip, wanting to wrap your arms around him but he grapples you tighter, not allowing you to budge. 

Your chest arches into his, pushing your supple mounds into his rock hard pecs. You’ve never felt so desperate in your life. It’s truly embarrassing how much you want him. Every part of him. You’d do anything to have him inside of you at this moment. 

“If you want me inside of you, tell me who’s slut you are.” You look at him shocked.

I swear he’s reading my mind right now. 

“Maybe I am. Now tell me who’s slut you are.”

“Yours.”

“Yours, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m your slut, sir.”

“Good. Now, shirt off. I want you to walk home with your tits out. If a stranger comments on them, ask if they want to feel. Only once we’re at your house will I fuck you.”

Your cheeks flush a light cherry color. You don’t want to do that at all. You’re home is across town. So many people will see you.

“If you say no, I won’t let you cum now and I won’t cum for you later. You said you are my slut, prove it.”

He lets go of your wrists and you hesitate, trying to decide if you’re really going to demean yourself in front of the village or not. He has you whipped into a haze, feeling desperate for him and easily influenced, but this is a level that you weren’t expecting. 

Slowly your hands creep down to the hem of your shirt, pulling up the edge of the fabric over your head. Before you can fully finish taking it off, Kakashi drops you to the ground, your head and arms still tangled in your shirt. 

“Naughty girl, you really would do anything to have me inside you.” Kakashi punctuates his sentence with a slap to your exposed breasts. “You seem to be forgetting though, you’re my slut. So I’m not going to share you with strangers. If they see us fucking, that’s fine, but they’re not going to touch my property. I own you now, sweetie, and I’m not going to let you go. You understand?”

You nod your head, stupidly realizing he probably can’t see it cause of the way your shirt’s wrapped but he doesn’t care; he’s yanking off your bottoms and has them caught at your ankles. He pushes your legs up, holding them behind your knees so you’re in a ball on the wet grass.

Kakashi’s finger traces the center seam of your folds, dipping in at the base of your heat and pulling away. You can feel a trail of slick stretch between you and his finger pad, connecting the two of you as his lifts his pointer finger to his lips. The string breaks just as his tongue drags over his print for a taste. 

“What a wet little whore. I know you’ve been wanting me.” he dips his finger back into your center then licks the digit again with a wet pop. “I can hear your thoughts.”

You go rigid. Every embarrassing thought, every lewd internal dialogue, he heard it all. Fuck me… 

“My sweet, sweet slut, I’m here to give you everything that nasty heart of yours desires. I’ll make sure to fuck you nice and rough.”

You feel a warm appendage rub along your labia, followed by an insertion. You hiss, nipples stiffening, back arching, and a low moan of satisfaction gets lost in the night air. 

“You feel so much better than I imagined. Fuck. So warm and wet, and so tight.” Kakashi begins stroking, his length sinking in right up to your cervix, kissing it with each intrusion. You squirm below him, the feeling of his tip dragging along your walls has you needy and all you want is for him to go faster…and harder.

“Does pretty baby want it harder? Yeah I know you want it harder, I can hear you thinking about it.”

You yelp, embarrassed that he’s still reading your thoughts. Kakashi begins to pound into you, jolting you against the earth, your back is getting stained by the grass as you slide on the ground. Kakashi rests on his knees, keeping your feet over his shoulder. He hugs your legs, thrusting into you, watching how your tits sway with the momentum he provides. 

He leans forward, bending you and deepening his angle. You can’t see him with the shirt covering your face but you can imagine the hunger in his eyes. He gets a certain look when he’s sparring and you know he’s wearing that same look right now. 

You flutter around him, straining to close around the rod he has shoved inside of you. 

His eyes bore into your chest, mesmerized by it. He licks his lips then leans all the way down, cupping one breast in his hand, the other still supporting his weight. He wraps his lips around your peak and begins to suck on it, allowing his teeth to close on the flesh. 

You cry out, the sensitivity of the area makes it painful but it hurts so good. Kakashi continues to pull the bud into his mouth till he tastes a tangy discharge. Coupling the strokes of your core with the suckling of your breast, you feel yourself release all over his shaft. You spasm beneath him, while he rides you through the orgasm. 

He continues to milk you as much as he can but the gratification of being between your legs becomes all-consuming so he lets go and rolls you to your stomach. He straddles you in the prone position and swats at your behind as he watches how it jiggles with the impact of his hips. 

The wolfish spirit that always simmers below the surface starts to emerge. He slips one hand under your hips, lifting them to angle you better while the other hand, that’s supporting his body weight, pushes your shirt-covered face into the dirt. 

It’s all you can do to grit your teeth and take what he gives you, the pain mixing with the pleasure. The humiliation contrasted with the thrill. Your moans and cries come out in a blend of strange sounds that can only be described as animalistic. You hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, followed by gasps and the sounds of more than one person retreating. The embarrassment of being seen like this makes the squelching sounds louder.

“Little whore like when people see her humiliated, hmm? You got so wet for me when you had an audience. Should I ask them to come back?”

You can’t answer him cause his pace becomes so harsh, you don’t have air to form words. 

Feeling ready to release, Kakashi pulls your hips up all the way, dragging your head and arms along the ground. You’re lifted into a doggy position where Kakashi unleashes every last ounce of strength on your dirty, tangled form. 

Loud slapping sounds pound through the night from how your wet core collides with Kakashi’s soaked pelvis. Your fluids have made a mess of the both of you. A creamy white ring develops around his base and Kakashi is so glad he can see its thickness in the moonlight. 

The intensity of his pace has you screaming out ‘thank you’s’ between a slew of curse words and appeals to the gods.

Now when he tries to tap into your thoughts, he finds that you’re flipping from a jumbled mess of desires to an empty void. He’s successfully fucked you stupid and all you can do is happily scream. 

His pace increases till you fall silent and your only sounds are labored breaths as your body quakes, your wall flutter, clamping down till he almost releases inside of you. But determined to see you decorated, Kakashi manages to pull out just in time to flip you over and spill his spend over your grimy chest. 

Once you’re glistening with cum, he pulls your shirt the rest of the way off to reveal your red, dazed face. 

Gazing at you, he slots himself back inside your hole while his hands smear his seed around your breasts. After creating a muddy mixture, he then decorates your cheeks and nose, telling you that you’ll have to wear it home. 

“I’ll what?!”

“You’re going to walk home wearing me. You said you are my slut, time to act like it.”

You look away, embarrassed but a harsh pinch to both peaks brings your eyes back to his. Kakashi twists your nipples, emphasizing his words, “Am I being clear?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll wear your cum while I walk home.” 

“Good girl. Also, I expect you to come to work tomorrow without underwear on. I’m going to fill you up in the locker room before your mission and I want my cum leaking down your thighs all day. Understood?”

You nod, realizing you’ve just unlocked an animal, but you can’t make yourself regret it. Not when it’s the best sex of your life with the most amazing man you’ve ever met. Now, he wants to do it again. You pulse around his semi still lodged between your legs.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” you chant obediently.

“Gooood, now get up. You have a long walk home.”

Masterlist

[belit0]

Can Indra and the Uchiha clan like witness their lover being sealed away in the middle of a battle? The lover turning into a beautiful yet tragic stone statue as they're being sealed?

The battlefield should have been loud.

Clashing steel. War cries. The raw, desperate sound of breathing.

But in the moment it began—the moment she began to turn to stone—everything else fell away.

The air itself stilled.

The jutsu’s glow coiled around her like something alive, sinking into her skin, freezing her limbs in place. It did not steal her expression all at once—no, it forced them to watch, to see as realization bloomed across her face, as terror took hold of her breath, as her fingers twitched in a final, desperate reach—

And then—

Stone.

A final echo of life, immortalized in tragedy.

A monument to a love stolen mid-battle.

Indra

He had seen civilizations crumble. Had burned them to the ground with his own hands.

But this—

This was the first time he forgot how to breathe.

The battlefield did not exist anymore. The enemies did not exist anymore.

There was only her.

Frozen mid-step, arms outstretched as if still reaching for him, mouth parted—not in a scream, not in rage, but in something softer. In trust.

She had still been calling for him.

And he had not reached her in time.

His chest rose—once, sharply, violently. And then—

Silence.

He stepped forward.

The battlefield flinched.

The sky dimmed.

The weight of his presence alone sent tremors through the ground, a god’s fury curling at the edges of existence itself.

His hand—so steady, so unshaken—lifted to the statue’s cheek.

It was cold.

It was not her.

Something inside him snapped.

The world itself shifted, the very air cracking under the sheer force of his rage. His enemies did not get the mercy of words.

They simply ceased.

A massacre, silent and absolute.

But none of it mattered.

Because she was no more.

Madara

It wasn’t supposed to be her.

Not her.

His Sharingan burned. Too late. Too late.

She had been right there, close enough for his fingers to brush the edge of her sleeve, and now—

He staggered.

The war did not stop for grief. Swords still clashed. The ground was still wet with blood.

And she—

She was caught mid-motion, head turned slightly toward him, eyes wide, lips parted—frozen forever.

His fingers twitched toward her.

The war still raged around him.

It should have pulled him back into reality.

But reality no longer felt real.

His mind scrambled, spinning through every technique, every forbidden jutsu, every desperate, impossible thing he had ever read—

There had to be something.

There had to be—

His blade carved through an enemy's throat, automatically and without thinking, blood splattering warm across his arm.

And still—

His eyes stayed locked on her.

She was gone.

Izuna

He was still running.

His lungs burned. His legs ached. But he was still running—

Too slow. Too slow. Too slow.

His voice ripped from his throat as he lunged, as he reached—

She turned to stone in his hands.

His momentum sent him to his knees, his arms locking around her as if that could stop it, as if he could pull her back.

But there was no warmth.

No breath.

No heartbeat.

Just stone.

A perfect, cruel carving of her final moments, her body still leaning toward him, caught in the instinct to seek him in her last seconds.

Izuna made a sound—low, guttural, a breathless thing that barely counted as human.

And then he held her closer.

Ignored the battle. Ignored the war.

He buried his face into her hair—no, not her hair, just the illusion of it, cold and unyielding beneath his touch.

His fingers trembled, shaking against her back. His shoulders hunched over her protectively, as if shielding her from enemies that no longer mattered.

He stayed there.

Because if he let go, if he moved, then he would have to accept that she was never coming back.

Obito

-No.-

His voice cracked.

The battlefield roared around him, but all he could hear was his own heartbeat, a wild, erratic thing slamming against his ribs, desperate and useless.

He didn’t stop moving.

Didn’t stop advancing.

Didn’t stop denying.

She was looking at him.

Looking at him.

Eyes caught in wide, helpless shock—trusting him, believing he could do something, because he always did something—

But there was no time.

Her expression softened.

Her eyes met his one last time.

And then—

Stone.

Obito’s breath hitched.

His body locked in place, knees nearly giving beneath him.

His fingers hovered just shy of her face, as if touching her now would make it real.

No. No. No. No. No.

A scream tore through his lungs. He didn’t know if it ever made it past his lips.

Didn’t know anything except that he wasn’t enough.

Not this time.

Shisui

He had always been fast.

Fast enough to outrun death. Fast enough to cheat fate.

But not this time.

His entire body locked as it happened. His mind processed it, but his body—his heart—refused to.

Because she was screaming his fucking name.

A half-step forward. Arms lifting. A silent plea written across her face.

And then—

Stone.

Shisui staggered forward, breath ripping from his lungs, muscles seizing as if he had been hit.

His hand flew out, grasping—touching—

Cold.

A perfect statue. A cruel mockery of life.

Something inside his chest snapped.

The battlefield blurred. Everything blurred.

His breath came fast, too fast. His knees hit the ground before he even realized he was falling. His hand stayed on her form, trembling violently, fingers pressing in—too hard, too desperate, trying to find even a flicker of warmth beneath the stone.

Nothing.

A choked sound left his throat. Something between a laugh and a sob, something breathless and broken and wrong.

This wasn’t happening.

This wasn’t—

Shisui exhaled sharply, then forced himself to inhale again, his entire body shaking from the effort.

And then—

His head snapped up.

Itachi

He saw it happen.

And he still didn’t believe it.

She was right there, standing—breathing—alive—

And then she wasn’t.

The battlefield did not stop for grief.

Enemies still lunged toward him.

Swords still clashed.

But Itachi’s world narrowed to the single image of her—of her body locked mid-motion, expression soft, lips parted.—

A sharp breath cut through his chest, his ribs clenching around it.

It wasn’t real.

It wasn’t real.

He drove his bare fist through an enemy's stomach without even thinking about it, the ninja forged for war taking the reins and keeping himself alive.

Another.

Another.

His Sharingan burned.

His body fought on instinct, involuntary, now his blade moving too, sharp, his movements eerily precise.

But he was not there.

He was frozen, standing at the threshold of a moment he could not undo.

A slow exhale shuddered from his lips.

And then he moved.

His body blurred, flickering through the battlefield with a precision so ruthless, so inhuman, that enemies fell before they even understood what had hit them.

He did not hesitate.

Did not falter.

Did not stop.

Because if he did—

If he let himself feel—

He would not survive it.

[rendiamberspirit]

Blinded AU

I read a story where Madara (or maybe it was Izuna? Idk I'm gonna say Madara) and Tobirama are captured by bloodline thieves and Tobirama convinces them he has the Sharingan and they take his eyes before Madara's. They end up escaping, I think, but Tobirama is permanently blinded.

I wanna dig in to after that.

Tobirama is an amazingly gifted sensor. But he's never used it for anything other than people. So he is blind, blind.

He can't get around without help.

He can't help with administration any more. He can't write his own reports.

He finds a way to be useful by having someone record things for him when it comes to work, he is still able to help found an academy, helps come up with interview questions for those wanting to apply to be a teacher. He helps develop a curriculum.

But he just feels like a burden.

He requires someone assigned to help him be useful at work, and he can't even do all the work he used to.

He's had to completely give up his jutsu and seal experiments because he isn't going to waste someone's valuable time on a personal desire.

He can't even read any more.

So often he just sits home alone in silence.

Hashirama has been trying to get him to move back in with him, but Tobirama doesn't want to be a burden on Hashirama and Mito.

He gets more depressed every day.

He is constantly frustrated that all his training so far has only given him the ability to sense water. Which doesn't help him get around the village.

Madara on the other hand is drowning in guilt.

Every attempt to support Tobirama gets him rebuffed.

He attempted to help Tobirama with some of his work and it honestly looked like Tobirama might cry. His lips almost seemed to tremble.

It's been two months now and he can see how every day is weighing heavier and heavier on Tobirama.

He talked to Hashirama about it but apparently Tobirama refused to move back in.

Madara has to do something, but neither Hashirama nor Izuna have any good advice.

Finally he decides fuck it. I'm going to help even if it pisses Tobirama off.

So on Tobirama's next day off Madara just shows up on his doorstep at 10 am. Shocking though Tobirama opens the door looking like he just woke up.

Which can't be right because everyone knows Tobirama wakes up at the crack of dawn.

Except apparently neither Madara or Hashirama had been taking things serious enough.

A look behind Tobirama shows off the disaster his house is.

He supposed that was why there was so much noise and probably part of why it took so long for Tobirama to open the door.

Tobirama does his best to run Madara off but he's not having any of that.

He bulldozes his way into the house, starts cleaning up despite Tobirama's many attempts to get him to leave. Many of which insult Madara, his clan, and his mother.

Madara ignores it all and just talks about inane things until Tobirama gives up and just flips on the couch.

Madara then bullies Tobirama into fresh clothes and then scoots him right out of the house.

Grabbing Tobirama's hand he wraps it around his own elbow, using his own hand to keep Tobirama from letting him go, and then walks them into the village. They are going shopping.

And that's how it goes for months.

Tobirama stops resisting help so much he does gain enough sensing skills to get an idea of his surroundings by pulsing his chakra out like echo location, not enough to let him resume being a ninja but to help with day to day things.

Madara and Tobirama find themselves growing closer by the day.

Until one day Madara realizes he wants more than friendship.

Madara is not one for openly talking about feelings, so instead he just says can I kiss you?

And there is only one answer for Tobirama.

Yes.

One of my commenters found the story I was thinking of! And I definitely misremembered a lot of it, it's still the story that inspired mine! I will link it below

[atlasthegreatest]

A New Tide / Sakura Haruno x Hoshigaki! Female Reader

(Y/N) Hoshigaki, the daughter of Kisame, arrives in Konoha as part of an exchange program during the time skip. She’s assigned to Sakura’s team, but the partnership starts on rocky ground. Sakura resents (Y/N) at first, seeing her as an unwelcome replacement for the missing Sasuke, and tensions run high between them.

Word count: 5029

Warning: soft angst. Fluff.

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

The breeze through Konoha was crisp, the scent of autumn leaves mixing with distant wood smoke. Sakura Haruno stood with her arms crossed, emerald eyes narrowed as she sized up the new addition to her team—a shark-like grin plastered on the face of Hoshigaki (Y/N), Kisame’s daughter.

Sakura hated this.

Kakashi-sensei had framed it as an exchange program to foster peace between villages after the chaos of the Akatsuki, but all Sakura saw was a replacement—another teammate coming in to fill the void left by Naruto’s training trip with Jiraiya and Sasuke’s defection. And worse, it wasn’t just anyone—it was the daughter of that man, the one allied with Itachi, Sasuke’s captor.

Sakura tugged her gloves tighter over her hands. “Let’s get one thing straight,” she muttered, low enough for only (Y/N) to hear. “I don’t care what kind of arrangement Konoha made. I don’t trust you. So stay out of my way, and we won’t have a problem.”

(Y/N) blinked, unfazed, then shrugged with an easy, toothy grin. “Got it, princess.”

The nickname made Sakura’s eye twitch, but before she could respond, Kakashi waved them over.

Their first few missions together were… rocky, to say the least.

(Y/N) was everything Sakura wasn’t used to—playful, unpredictable, and reckless. Where Sakura preferred precision and structure, (Y/N) dove headfirst into danger with a grin, her chakra-heavy water attacks leaving destruction in their wake. She was strong, yes, but infuriatingly so, as if her entire life had been spent testing the limits of her strength just for fun.

“Could you not drench everything we’re trying to save?” Sakura snapped after one mission where (Y/N)’s water jutsu flooded an entire merchant cart they were supposed to protect.

(Y/N) gave a nonchalant shrug, slinging her massive sword—one that looked suspiciously like a smaller version of Samehada—over her shoulder. “No one got hurt, did they? I call that a win.”

Sakura groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “How can you be so careless?”

But beneath her annoyance, something else started to take root—a grudging respect. (Y/N) might have been wild, but she was dependable in her chaotic way. During a particularly nasty ambush, Sakura had been caught off guard, and cornered by two rogue shinobi. In an instant, (Y/N) was there, her movements fluid and efficient. A burst of water surged from her palms, sweeping the enemies away as if they were nothing more than leaves in a stream.

“See? Told you I had your back,” (Y/N) said with a wink, her sharp grin softening just a little.

And just like that, the walls Sakura had built began to crack.

Days turned to weeks, and soon Sakura found herself anticipating (Y/N)’s antics more than dreading them. There was a strange comfort in their arguments—a rhythm to the push and pull between them. (Y/N) teased constantly, but there was never any malice in her words, only a playful warmth that made Sakura’s heart feel lighter.

The real change came one quiet evening after training. The sky was painted in deep purples and gold as they sat side by side under a tree, the cool breeze brushing through their hair. (Y/N) leaned back, hands resting behind her head as she looked up at the darkening sky.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live somewhere else?” she asked softly.

Sakura tilted her head, surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”

(Y/N) gave a half-smile, a rare flicker of vulnerability flashing across her face. “I mean… to belong somewhere. My whole life, it’s just been about following orders—doing what’s expected of me. I don’t know what it’s like to stay somewhere because I want to.”

Sakura felt a strange ache in her chest at those words. She understood that longing more than she cared to admit—the feeling of being adrift, trying to find meaning in a world that kept shifting beneath her feet.

“You belong here,” Sakura said before she could stop herself.

(Y/N) turned to look at her, her silver-blue eyes catching the fading light. “Do I?”

Sakura’s breath caught the words tangling in her throat. There was something in (Y/N)’s gaze—something tender and unsure as if she was searching for permission to hope.

Without thinking, Sakura reached out, her hand brushing against (Y/N)’s. The contact was brief, but it sent a spark through both of them, a silent promise that neither of them fully understood yet.

“Yes,” Sakura whispered. “You do.”

———————

After that night, everything between them shifted.

Their banter became less sharp, their glances lingering just a little longer. In the quiet moments between missions, Sakura found herself drawn closer to (Y/N), her heart aching in ways she hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just admiration or companionship—it was something deeper, something that made her feel breathless and alive all at once.

(Y/N) seemed to feel it too. Her teasing softened, and when they were alone, the mask of bravado she wore slipped away, revealing a gentleness that Sakura hadn’t seen before.

One rainy afternoon, as they sat huddled beneath the awning of a tea shop, (Y/N) leaned in closer, her voice low and intimate. “You know… if you asked me to stay, I would.”

Sakura’s heart stuttered in her chest. “What?”

(Y/N) gave her a small, almost shy smile. “I think… I finally found a reason to stop running.”

For a moment, Sakura couldn’t breathe. The world around them faded, leaving only the sound of the rain and the steady beat of her heart.

Then, with a surge of courage she didn’t know she had, Sakura closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to (Y/N)’s in a kiss that tasted like rain and promises.

When they finally pulled away, (Y/N) rested her forehead against Sakura’s, her breath warm against her skin.

“So, is that a yes?” she whispered.

Sakura smiled, her heart full for the first time in a long time. “Yes,” she whispered back. “Stay with me.”

And for the first time in her life, (Y/N) felt like she had finally come home.

After that kiss, everything between Sakura and (Y/N) seemed to shift effortlessly, as if a knot had finally come undone. The awkwardness Sakura feared never appeared; instead, their connection grew deeper, an unspoken understanding flowing between them like a river finding its course.

But, of course, the world around them didn’t stop. Missions continued, routines remained, and the shinobi life offered little space for romance. Yet, even in stolen moments—whether it was brushing hands during training or a quiet night walk along the village walls—Sakura found solace in (Y/N)’s presence. It was a strange, unexpected comfort that made her world feel more bearable.

And it made her realize just how terrified she was of losing it.

——————-

One morning, the sky above Konoha was overcast, with thick clouds promising rain. Team Kakashi had just completed a simple patrol mission, and as they regrouped at the gate, Kakashi lingered back, flipping through one of his infamous books.

“Good work today,” Kakashi said lazily, his eye crinkling in a way that hinted he knew more than he let on. “(Y/N), I’ll need to see you later at the Hokage’s office for a report.”

(Y/N)’s casual smirk faltered ever so slightly, but she gave a mock salute. “Got it, Sensei.”

Sakura watched the exchange with a growing knot in her stomach. It was rare for Tsunade to request personal reports unless there was something specific going on—something official.

“What’s that about?” Sakura asked the moment Kakashi was out of earshot.

(Y/N) scratched the back of her neck, looking uncharacteristically serious. “Probably nothing. Might just be a check-in with my village.”

Sakura’s stomach churned. “So… they’re calling you back?”

(Y/N) shrugged, trying to play it off, but Sakura could see the uncertainty in her eyes. “Could be. It was part of the deal, right? Temporary exchange and all that.”

Sakura’s heart dropped. She knew this moment might come—the agreement between their villages had always been temporary. But now that it was looming over them, the thought of (Y/N) leaving felt like a weight pressing against her chest.

“What if they don’t give you a choice?” Sakura asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

For the first time, (Y/N) didn’t have an easy answer. She hesitated, her silver-blue eyes clouded with something unreadable. “Then… I guess I’ll have to decide what matters most.”

Later that evening, Sakura found herself standing in front of the Hokage’s Tower, nerves twisting in her gut. She knew it wasn’t her place to interfere, but the thought of (Y/N) leaving gnawed at her. She couldn’t just sit back and let it happen—not without a fight.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Sakura marched up the steps and into Tsunade’s office.

Inside, (Y/N) was already there, standing stiffly in front of Tsunade’s desk, her usual grin nowhere to be found. The tension in the room was palpable, and when both Tsunade and (Y/N) turned to look at her, Sakura swallowed hard.

“Sakura?” Tsunade raised an eyebrow, looking mildly annoyed. “Is there a reason you’re barging in on a private meeting?”

Sakura clenched her fists at her sides. “I need to say something. Please.”

Tsunade sighed but gestured for her to speak.

Sakura turned to (Y/N), her heart pounding in her chest. “I know this wasn’t supposed to be permanent. I know you were only sent here for a mission. But… I can’t let you leave without telling you how much you mean to me.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened slightly, and for once, the usually cocky kunoichi was rendered speechless.

“I’ve spent my whole life feeling like I wasn’t enough,” Sakura continued, her voice cracking slightly. “I lost Sasuke, and for so long, I thought that was the only thing that mattered. But then you came into my life, and everything changed. You made me see that there’s more to life than chasing ghosts. You made me feel… whole.”

Tsunade’s expression softened ever so slightly, but Sakura barely noticed—her entire world had narrowed down to (Y/N), standing just a few feet away with an unreadable look on her face.

“Stay,” Sakura whispered. “Please.”

For a moment, everything was silent. Then, slowly, (Y/N) stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She reached out and gently cupped Sakura’s face, her thumb brushing away a tear Sakura hadn’t realized she’d shed.

“Hey,” (Y/N) murmured, her voice low and tender. “You don’t have to convince me. I already made my choice.”

Sakura blinked, breath hitching as (Y/N) leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead.

“I’m staying,” (Y/N) whispered against her skin. “No matter what.”

By the time they left the Hokage’s office, the rain had started, a gentle drizzle that painted the streets in a soft shimmer.

They walked together in comfortable silence, the weight of the earlier conversation lifted, leaving only a quiet contentment between them. Sakura’s heart felt lighter than it had in years, and for the first time in a long time, the future didn’t seem so daunting.

As they reached the edge of the training grounds, (Y/N) suddenly grabbed Sakura’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“You know,” (Y/N) said with a grin, “if I’m going to be stuck here, you’re going to have to keep up with me, princess.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but there was no heat behind it—only warmth. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

Sakura smiled, squeezing (Y/N)’s hand as they continued walking through the rain.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I really do.”

And for once, everything felt exactly as it should be.

———————-

The days following (Y/N)’s decision to stay in Konoha felt surreal—like a dream Sakura didn’t want to wake from. The two of them slipped into a rhythm, a delicate balance between their duties as shinobi and the quiet moments they shared when no one was watching. But beneath the surface of their growing relationship, Sakura couldn’t shake the nagging worry that things couldn’t stay this perfect forever.

After all, shinobi weren’t meant to have peaceful lives.

One evening, the two of them sat on a grassy hill overlooking Konoha, the village lights flickering like stars below. Sakura rested her head against (Y/N)’s shoulder, the warmth of her body keeping the chill of the autumn night at bay. They hadn’t spoken for a while—no words were needed—but Sakura knew (Y/N) was lost in thought. She could feel it in the way her fingers drummed rhythmically against the hilt of her sword, like she was working through something in her mind.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Sakura asked, her voice soft.

(Y/N) huffed a quiet laugh. “I was just thinking… about my father.”

Sakura stiffened slightly, but she didn’t pull away. She knew this was a subject (Y/N) rarely touched—Kisame Hoshigaki, the infamous Monster of the Hidden Mist, wasn’t exactly an easy topic.

“I’ve spent my whole life being told who I’m supposed to be because of him,” (Y/N) continued, her voice quiet but steady. “It’s like… no one ever thought to ask me what I wanted. I think… that’s why I always kept moving. So no one could pin me down. So I wouldn’t have to face the question.”

Sakura lifted her head, her hand slipping into (Y/N)’s. “And what do you want now?”

(Y/N) looked down at their joined hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I want this,” she whispered. “You. Here. Us.”

Sakura’s heart ached in the best way possible. She knew that for someone like (Y/N), admitting that she wanted to stay—choosing to stay—was no small thing. It was a leap of faith, just like their relationship.

“And what if someone from your past comes looking for you?” Sakura asked quietly, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at her since (Y/N) decided to stay.

(Y/N) gave her a lopsided grin, her shark-like teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Then they’ll have to go through you first, right?”

Sakura snorted, but the warmth in her chest didn’t fade. “Damn right.”

The next morning, Sakura found herself at the training grounds, stretching beneath the rising sun. She knew (Y/N) would meet her soon, but for now, she enjoyed the quiet moments alone.

Just as she finished tying her gloves, she felt a familiar presence approaching—a rush of cool air and the distinct scent of saltwater.

“You’re late,” Sakura called without turning around.

(Y/N) laughed as she stepped into view, her silver-blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re just early, princess.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. She had gotten used to the teasing, even found it endearing in a way she never thought possible.

They spent the morning sparring, chakra flowing through their fists and water, each movement sharp and deliberate. They danced around each other like they had done this a thousand times—dodging, blocking, countering. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t just a fight—it was a conversation without words, a way to connect.

“Getting slow, Sakura!” (Y/N) taunted, narrowly dodging a powerful punch.

Sakura smirked. “Just waiting for you to slip up.”

And when (Y/N) did—just a brief misstep—Sakura surged forward, catching her off-guard. She tackled (Y/N) to the ground, pinning her beneath her with a grin.

“Gotcha,” Sakura whispered, her breath coming in short bursts.

(Y/N) stared up at her, wide-eyed and stunned for only a moment—before her grin returned, softer this time. “If this is how you’re gonna fight, I think I’ll start losing more often.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move. There was something about this moment—the closeness of their bodies, the way (Y/N) looked at her with such openness—that made her heart skip a beat.

(Y/N) lifted her hand and tucked a stray strand of Sakura’s hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Sakura felt her cheeks flush, but she didn’t pull away. “You’re such an idiot,” she murmured, but there was no heat in her words—only affection.

(Y/N) leaned up slightly, her gaze flickering to Sakura’s lips. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

And before Sakura could respond, (Y/N) closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate—like she was savoring every second of it.

Sakura melted into the kiss, her hands gripping the front of (Y/N)’s shirt to keep herself grounded. It was everything she hadn’t realized she needed—gentle but intense, playful but sincere.

When they finally pulled away, Sakura rested her forehead against (Y/N)’s, both of them catching their breath.

“You’re staying with me forever, right?” Sakura whispered, her voice barely audible.

(Y/N) smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Forever, princess. No matter what.”

But forever wasn’t something the shinobi world promised easily.

———————

A few days later, while on a routine mission to escort a merchant caravan, (Y/N) and Sakura found themselves ambushed by rogue shinobi—remnants of old alliances that should’ve died with the Akatsuki.

The fight was brutal. (Y/N) moved like a force of nature, her water jutsu slicing through enemies with terrifying precision. But no matter how skilled they were, they were outnumbered.

Sakura fought by her side, her fists glowing with chakra, but a creeping fear lodged itself in her chest—a fear that they wouldn’t make it out of this one.

At one point, (Y/N) caught Sakura’s wrist, her silver-blue eyes serious. “If it comes down to it, you run. Got it?”

Sakura’s heart clenched. “I’m not leaving you.”

(Y/N) gave her a small, sad smile. “I know. But I need you to promise me anyway.”

Sakura shook her head. “We’re both getting out of this. Together.”

And with that, they charged back into the fray—side by side, as they always had been.

No matter what.

The rogue shinobi were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. The forest echoed with the clash of steel, the rush of water jutsu, and the sharp crack of Sakura’s chakra-infused punches. (Y/N) fought like she belonged to the sea—fluid, unpredictable, and merciless. She carved through the enemy ranks with deadly precision, her water blades shimmering under the flickering light of fire jutsu and moonlight filtering through the treetops.

But even a storm can falter against overwhelming odds.

Sakura’s breath came in ragged gasps, and exhaustion began to creep into her limbs. She knew (Y/N) was feeling it too—their movements becoming just a fraction slower, their reactions dulled. It wasn’t enough to get them killed yet, but it was a dangerous edge to teeter on.

Sakura threw a chakra-enhanced punch into the earth, causing a shockwave that sent several shinobi flying. But just as she turned to warn (Y/N) of another ambush, she saw it—the subtle flick of a kunai coated in poison, sailing toward (Y/N)’s blind spot.

“(Y/N)!” Sakura screamed, pushing off the ground without thinking.

She threw herself into (Y/N), knocking her off balance and taking the blade to her shoulder. Pain exploded through her, but Sakura gritted her teeth and shoved (Y/N) behind cover.

“Damn it, Sakura!” (Y/N) shouted, catching her as they stumbled behind a fallen tree. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Sakura hissed through clenched teeth as the poison burned through her veins, black tendrils of chakra creeping outward from the wound. “I told you,” she whispered, gripping (Y/N)’s arm, “we leave together. No matter what.”

(Y/N) stared at her, emotions flickering across her face—panic, anger, fear, and something deeper. “Stupid… beautiful idiot,” (Y/N) muttered under her breath as she knelt beside Sakura, tearing the sleeve of her shirt to inspect the wound.

“I’ve got you,” (Y/N) whispered, her voice steady even as her hands trembled slightly. She formed a series of hand seals, summoning a surge of water that glowed faintly as it surrounded Sakura’s shoulder, cleansing the poison.

Sakura winced but managed a weak smile. “You’ve been practicing.”

(Y/N) huffed out a laugh, her expression softening despite the chaos around them. “Had to keep up with you, didn’t I?”

The rogue shinobi regrouped for another attack, and Sakura knew they wouldn’t last much longer—not without backup. She could feel her strength waning, the poison only partially neutralized. But as (Y/N) helped her to her feet, something shifted inside her.

This wasn’t how their story would end. Not here. Not like this.

“We’re making a run for it,” (Y/N) said firmly, tightening her grip on Sakura’s hand. “I don’t care what it takes—we’re getting out of this together.”

Sakura nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Together.”

With a shared glance, they launched into motion—dodging, weaving, and fighting their way through the remaining shinobi. (Y/N)’s water jutsu cut a path through the enemy lines, and Sakura followed close behind, her fists a blur of chakra-powered strikes.

Just as they broke through the last line of attackers, a burst of chakra exploded behind them—a fire jutsu aimed directly at Sakura’s back.

(Y/N) reacted without thinking. She threw herself between Sakura and the flames, summoning a towering wall of water just in time to absorb the impact. But the force of the blast knocked them both to the ground, skidding across the forest floor.

When the dust settled, they were lying side by side, panting and bruised but alive. The rogue shinobi had fallen back, retreating into the shadows of the forest, leaving them in silence.

Sakura turned her head toward (Y/N), who lay sprawled beside her, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. “We made it,” Sakura whispered, a disbelieving smile spreading across her face.

(Y/N) let out a weak laugh, her eyes gleaming with exhaustion and relief. “Told you, princess. No matter what.”

Sakura shifted closer, ignoring the ache in her body, and rested her head against (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You’re impossible,” she murmured, but there was no mistaking the affection in her voice.

(Y/N) wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “And you love me for it.”

Sakura smiled against her shoulder, feeling safe for the first time in what felt like forever. “Yeah,” she whispered, “I do.”

By the time they limped back to Konoha, the sun was rising, casting a warm glow over the village gates. They were met by a team of medics, but Sakura waved them off—her only focus was on making sure (Y/N) got the help she needed.

As they sat in the hospital room, (Y/N) resting beside her with bandages wrapped around her ribs, Sakura reached for her hand. She held it tightly, her thumb brushing over (Y/N)’s scarred knuckles.

“I almost lost you out there,” Sakura said quietly, her voice thick with emotion.

(Y/N) gave her a lopsided grin, even as her eyes drooped with exhaustion. “But you didn’t.”

Sakura leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead. “And I never will.”

(Y/N) smiled, her hand tightening around Sakura’s. “Forever, right?”

Sakura kissed her again, this time on the lips—slow and tender, a promise wrapped in warmth. “Forever.”

As they lay together, tangled in each other’s warmth and the soft glow of the morning light, Sakura knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side.

Because they were each other’s safe harbor.

Bonus Chapter:

Ino – “Wait, What?!” (Early Stage)

Ino leaned on the counter of the Yamanaka Flower Shop, idly picking petals from a chrysanthemum. The sun filtered through the windows, and she was just starting to get bored when the bell above the door jingled.

To her delight, Sakura strolled in, looking… different. It wasn’t her usual “I’m here to buy apology flowers for my team” look. Sakura’s eyes had a distinct softness, and her lips were curved in a way that made Ino narrow her eyes in suspicion.

“So,” Ino began slyly, setting the flowers aside, “who is it?”

Sakura froze in place, her face turning a suspicious shade of pink. “What are you talking about?” she muttered, grabbing a random bouquet from the shelf to avoid Ino’s knowing gaze.

“Oh, come on.” Ino leaned closer, her grin widening. “I know that look. You’ve got it bad for someone. Spill!”

Sakura hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. “It’s… (Y/N).”

Ino blinked, tilting her head. “Wait. (Y/N) Hoshigaki?” she asked, as if the name hadn’t fully registered.

Sakura gave a small, nervous nod.

It took a second for the pieces to click, but when they did, Ino practically gasped. “Kisame’s daughter?! Shark Girl?!” She grabbed Sakura’s shoulders, shaking her lightly. “You’re dating her?”

Sakura swatted Ino’s hands away, her blush deepening. “Keep your voice down, will you?”

Ino couldn’t help herself—she burst into laughter. “Sakura, I swear you have the weirdest taste in people. First Sasuke, now a rogue shinobi’s kid? But—” she grinned, nudging Sakura with her elbow, “—I gotta admit, she is kinda cool.”

Sakura rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her annoyance.

Kakashi – “I Didn’t See This Coming” (Mid-Stage)

Kakashi stood on the bridge, watching as Sakura and (Y/N) walked toward him, side by side. They weren’t holding hands, but there was an ease between them—a quiet kind of closeness Kakashi had come to recognize in couples.

He knew something was different the moment (Y/N) had joined their team through the exchange program. At first, Sakura had been stiff and resentful, but now… there was an unmistakable shift in their dynamic.

“You’re late,” Kakashi called lazily as they approached.

“Blame her,” (Y/N) said with a smirk, jerking her thumb toward Sakura. “She insisted on stopping for dango.”

Sakura glared at her, but there was no real heat in it. “You wanted the dango too!”

Kakashi’s visible eye crinkled with amusement. “I’m just surprised. It’s rare to see you two not at each other’s throats.”

(Y/N) grinned, baring her shark-like teeth. “What can I say? She’s grown on me.”

Sakura shot her a look, her cheeks pink, but (Y/N) just chuckled. Kakashi noted the way Sakura’s expression softened when she looked at (Y/N)—a softness Kakashi hadn’t seen since she was a child.

He tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling a rare sense of contentment. “Well, this is new,” he thought. But he didn’t say it aloud. He’d seen enough of life to know that relationships were complicated—and that sometimes, the unexpected ones were the most meaningful.

Naruto – “You’re WHAT?!” (Late Stage)

Naruto almost choked on his ramen. “You’re moving in together?!”

Sakura glared at him from across the table, her arms crossed. “Do you have to be so loud about it?”

Naruto wiped his mouth with his sleeve, still looking as if she’d just told him she was moving to another dimension. “But—But Sakura-chan!” he sputtered. “Are you really sure about this? I mean, she’s—she’s a Hoshigaki! And she has shark teeth!”

“Thanks for noticing, Naruto,” (Y/N) said dryly, appearing beside Sakura with two bottles of soda in hand. She plopped down next to her, draping an arm lazily over the back of Sakura’s chair. “They’re my best feature.”

Naruto blinked between them, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I just… I mean… when did this even happen?!”

Sakura sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Naruto, it’s been months.”

Naruto still looked dumbfounded, but there was no mistaking the hint of protectiveness in his voice. “You better not hurt her, Hoshigaki. I mean it.”

(Y/N) raised a brow, then gave Naruto a slow, playful grin. “Relax, Uzumaki. I’m not going anywhere. She’s stuck with me.”

Sakura smirked, nudging (Y/N) lightly. “Who says I’m stuck with you?”

Naruto groaned, slumping forward over his bowl. “Great. Now you’re both ganging up on me.”

Tsunade – “So You’re Staying, Huh?” (Final Stage)

Tsunade sat behind her desk, arms folded, as she eyed (Y/N) from across the room. Sakura stood beside her, looking more composed than usual—as she had already made peace with whatever decision (Y/N) had come to.

“So,” Tsunade said slowly, “you’ve decided to stay in Konoha permanently?”

(Y/N) met the Hokage’s gaze without flinching. “Yeah. I have.”

Tsunade leaned back in her chair, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “And you’re sure you won’t regret leaving everything behind? Your old life?”

(Y/N) gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug. “I wasn’t really living before, just… existing.” She glanced at Sakura, her expression softening. “I found something here worth staying for.”

Sakura smiled quietly, a rare, genuine smile that Tsunade didn’t often see.

Tsunade sighed, rubbing her temples. “I guess I should’ve seen this coming.”

(Y/N) grinned, her shark teeth flashing. “I tend to surprise people.”

Tsunade huffed a laugh, though it was mostly exasperation. “Well, just don’t cause me any trouble, got it? The last thing I need is another Hoshigaki making my life harder.”

“No promises,” (Y/N) said with a wink.

Sakura groaned. “Why did I fall for such a pain?”

“Because you like challenges,” (Y/N) shot back smoothly, bumping Sakura’s shoulder.

Tsunade rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Get out of my office, both of you, before I change my mind about all this.”

Sakura and (Y/N) exchanged a glance, then laughed as they left the room hand in hand, their footsteps echoing down the hall.

Tsunade shook her head, a wry smile on her face. “Well, I’ll be damned,” she muttered. “Didn’t think I’d see the day.”

And somehow, she felt that maybe—just maybe—Konoha was better off with the two of them in it.

[bree-peasant]

One for the Ages - a Kakashi x fem!Reader fic

(Jump to Chapter 2)

Author's note: Hey guys! I've not written a fic in years, but I'm stuck at home with a broken ankle, so getting back into it! This one is a reader self-insert, but the reader has a pre-established past, that'll reveal itself throughout the story. A real slowburn, intended to have multiple parts, so please let me know if you enjoyed it and I'll keep going!

Word count: ~2.5k

Summary: A new shinobi joins the Konoha ranks and Kakashi finds himself inexplicably drawn to her. Includes scenes with Gai & Iruka.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and trauma, otherwise none!

Enjoy! ♡

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Chapter 1/5:

"I've gathered you all here because there will be a new shinobi joining your ranks..." The Third Hokage paused his address to the highest ranking village ninjas and glanced over to the woman standing beside him. Her face looked solemn but sure.

"Y/N is a refugee from the Village Hidden in the Wind and will be taking over one of the graduate genin teams as their sensei. I'm sure you will all make her feel welcome in our village's customary ways."

"But Lord Hokage!" Gai made his way through to the front of the small crowd. "I don't mean to challenge your decision, Lord Hokage, but how are we to accept this stranger as a shinobi, and a jōnin level one at that! Surely her skills must be put to the test beforehand!" A whisper of approval among the crowd followed Gai's words.

The Hokage turned to look at Y/N with a raised brow.

"I will do what is required of me." She nodded in return.

"Then it has been settled!" The Hokage turned back to the crowd. "Y/N will showcase her talents as a shinobi in a friendly fight. And I'm sure you won't mind being her opponent Gai, since you spoke so fervently on the matter." There was a note of playfulness in his voice.

"Yes of course, Lord Hokage! Maito Gai never backs down from a challenge!" The bushy browed sensei gave his usual flamboyant pose and a thumbs-up, not forgetting to throw a glance at his rival Kakashi, who stood towards the back of the crowd. For once Kakashi had put his book down, as he studied the new shinobi's face. It wasn't quite that he knew her from somewhere, rather, he knew that look in her eyes...

The crowd parted to make room for a make-shift arena for the match. Y/N and Gai stood in the centre, facing each other. There was a small smile playing on her lips as she watched Gai flash his stance.

"Forgive me if I don't go easy on you, newcomer!"

"I didn't ask you to."

"Confidence! I respect that in an opponent! Now let's see what you've got!"

In a flash Gai was behind her with a kick to the head, but despite his impeccable speed and technique, Y/N seemed to block it with ease. He followed up with a fury of punches and kicks, but none of them seem to land. It was like she could sense him coming from each direction. As Gai tried to land another powerful kick,  Y/N successfully dodged and tried to return the favour. Gai easily evaded her attack and jumped some distance away from her.

"You're fast, I'll give you that. But you've gone in too cocky." Y/N smirked, an evident smile creasing her face for the first time that day.

"It's time we ended this fight. Wind style, syphon jutsu!" A gust of wind rolled around Gai and pulled him towards Y/N like a torpedo. Before he could release himself, he was met with a powerful kick that sent him flying towards the end of the fighting area, cracking the ground beneath him with his fall.

"Well, I believe that's sufficient proof, wouldn't you say?" The Hokage pronounced from the podium. "Let's call it a day before someone gets a concussion!" As the Hokage and his men made to leave, Y/N approached Gai and extended her hand to him with a friendly smile, helping him back to his feet.

"Your skills are indeed formidable! But don't think I'll go down that easy on our next encounter!" He flashed her a toothy grin, which she matched right back.

"Your taijutsu is some of the best I've ever seen. Perhaps you could teach me in a friendlier sparring match next time?"

"I'd be delighted. You should see my student Rock Lee's taijutsu skills as well! He's quite the talent. Of course, Neji Hyuga is also on my team and he's a real prodigy."

"A Hyuga! I believe I might have one of those on my team too... I really must brush up on my knowledge of the village history and the next generation of shinobi..." Y/N brushed the sweat off her brow with a concerned expression on her face. She really had her work cut out for her.

"In that case you should speak to Iruka at the Academy. He's been teaching the last few classes of genin to graduate there, he'll be able to catch you up on things!" Gai gave her a thumbs up. "I will see you around, Y/N-sensei. Welcome to Konoha!"

She bowed in return and made her way towards the exit. Kakashi stood near the door, leaning against the wall with his book in hand. As she walked passed him, he looked up and his lazy eye met hers.

"Your book..."

"Hm?"

"It's upside down."

Flustered, Kakashi looked down, and then back up towards her, but she'd already disappeared. "I've never been worse at my job as a ninja, than in this moment." He thought to himself following the rest of the crowd outside. Perhaps following the new jōnin from afar wasn't the best tactic to employ here. He'd have to get to know her the old-fashioned way.

Next day:

The kids had all just piled out of the classroom when he heard a knock on the door frame.

Iruka looked up to see a female shinobi he'd not met before.

"Is this a good time?" She asked.

"Ahem, yes, what can I do for you?"

"My name is Y/N. I'm a... transfer from another village. I'll be training team 8 from now on. I was told you could help me catch up on the village's history, Iruka-sensei." A soft smile blossomed on her lips as she bowed her head to him.

Flustered by the way she had voiced her request, Iruka blushed and stammered out a response. "Of course, I'd be happy to help! What is it that you want to know?"

"Well, my students' backgrounds for a start, the village clan history, really anything I can get my hands on. I'm keen to do right by these kids."

Her words strung a chord with Iruka. "Yes, we all are. Well, I have some books with me here that you're welcome to borrow, and I have some more things at my flat that might be useful. I could bring them tomorrow... or if you'd like to join me, I have some spare time this afternoon, I can take you through them myself?" Iruka was bright red by this point, it had taken all the courage he had left that day to suggest it.

"That would be awfully generous of you, if you're sure I won't be imposing!"

"Not at all! I'll just finish collecting my things and we can head out!"

They walked back towards his place, Iruka filling their silence with stories of his students, often sending Y/N into fits of laughter. It was nice being in Iruka's presence, warm, light. Iruka, in the middle of a story, turned to her, gesticulating wildly for added affect, when he bumped shoulders with someone.

"Hey! Oh... Kakashi... sorry, I wasn't looking."

The grey-haired ninja stood in casual clothing with a grocery bag in his arm and an unreadable expression on his masked face. He nodded to Iruka without even looking at him, his lazy eye resting on Y/N instead.

"You two look like you're getting along."

Iruka blushed, but Y/N's face remained unchanged. She made a mental note of his name. Kakashi. There was something about him that made her feel uneasy. Like he could see right through her.

"Day off?" She casually asked.

"Not quite. I've been assigned a solo mission and just had some time to prepare for it."

"Well good luck on it." Iruka threw in. "We better get on, Y/N, it'll take me some time to dig everything up for you."

"Right." She bowed to Kakashi and followed Iruka, already a few steps ahead, eager to lose the notorious jōnin. She couldn't help but throw a glance back at Kakashi, just to see his back lazily swaying as the distance between them grew. Something in her ached at the sight.

A few days later:

Another sleepless night. It wasn't that her new bed, in her new room, part of her new life, was uncomfortable. It was rather that things were too comfortable. She couldn't remember the last time she could sleep peacefully without fear for her life before coming to Konoha. The Hokage had been kind enough to give her time to settle in, so she hadn't been sent on any missions yet; still, her body jolted awake at night, her mind unable to tell reality from the demons that haunted her sleep.

Tonight was even worse, Y/N hadn't been able to sleep a wink, aware of every slight noise, the room stuffy, her body hot. In a moment of desperation, she'd jumped out of bed, grabbed a scarf and walked out in the cool night air. She strolled aimlessly, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit village, her head spinning with thoughts about the past, the training she'd prepared for her newly acquired genin, whom she'd meet soon, but most of all (and she really did try to shoo that particular one away) she thought about the mysterious grey-haired ninja, whose single visible eye had bored into her soul.

As if answering her muddled thoughts, a sudden rustling caught her attention. A shadow jumped out of one of the nearby trees, landing onto the ground, stumbled, hand clutching side, but noticing he wasn't alone, tried to regain composure. The figure walked towards her, slightly strained until he came into sight.

"Kakashi! What are you doing sneaking around at this time of night!"

"I should ask you the same thing. A little late for a stroll, is it not?

His mask and clothes were covered in mud and dust, his whole look quite dishevelled. Noticing Y/N's eyes studying him curiously, he let out a slight chuckle.

"I've just come back from my mission, that's all."

"You're injured." She said plainly.

"It's nothing, really."

"I can smell the blood from here. I think you should go to the hospital..."

"No." He quickly cut her off. Seeing the look of persistence on her face, he realised he wouldn't get out of this one so easily.

"I can't go to the hospital, they'll keep me there for days, and I have... I have things to take care of tomorrow." His whole body sagged in resignation.

"Can I at least have a look?" She said softly.

"If you must, but I warn you, it's not pretty."

Kakashi unzipped his vest and lifted his shirt, showing a nasty, open wound on his left side. It didn't seem too deep, but definitely painful.

"Don't worry, I've seen enough blood in my time." Y/N stepped closer, as the darkness of night didn't allow for clear vision. She didn't fail to notice the strained muscles of his abdomen, or the way his v-line tucked into his trousers, but pulled all her strength into focusing on the wound.

"You won't go to hospital, fine. But will you let me help? If you don't take care of this, you'll wind up with an infection, that'll keep you in hospital longer than a few days."

"What can you do?" Kakashi's voice sounded unsure.

"Do you think you could trust me?"

He stood silent for a moment, studying her face. To his own dismay he nodded.

"Then follow me."

They walked together slowly, Kakashi tiredly dragging his feet at times.

"You can lean on me if you need to. I can handle the weight."

"No, I'm quite alright. Just tired."

"You're very stubborn, you know. I'm surprised you're even coming now." He could detect a smile in her voice, the thought of which made him shiver.

"Not as surprised as I am." He swallowed thickly. He hated talking about himself. "What were you doing out at this time anyway?"

"I..." Y/N fell silent for a moment. She still didn't know how to open up to strangers, how much of her past she could reveal without it becoming dangerous. "I find it hard to sleep. If I do manage it, I'm plagued by nightmares, the rest of the time I'm just... on edge. Walking outside seems to help."

Kakashi just nodded in response, hoping it didn't go unnoticed in the darkness that surrounded them. In truth, he wanted to tell her he understood perfectly, and that he couldn't remember the last time he got a good night's sleep. That he felt perpetually exhausted and feared the shadows that his mind conjured at night. Most of all, he wanted to ask if they could keep each other company on their sleepless nights. But it felt much too soon for any of that, so he said nothing.

"We're here." Y/N announced, standing at the door of her building. She pulled out her key and pushed the door open, making way for Kakashi to go in.

"Is this... your flat? Y/N, I hate to tell you this, but I'm really not that kind of girl." Kakashi tried to joke, but something caught in his throat and he coughed, writhing in pain from his wound.

"Very smooth." She scoffed at him. She led him into the kitchen and turned on the light, revealing strings of drying herbs, hanging across her window.

"Sit here." She pointed at a chair and Kakashi silently obeyed, taking in his surroundings. She didn't have much, just enough mugs and plates for the comfort of one, no pictures or personal memorabilia hanging on the walls. So she hadn't brought much with her then.

Meanwhile, Y/N picked a couple of different leaves from her drying racks and started mixing them into a paste, adding liquid from little jars, strewn along the window sill. Finally she walked over with the mixture in hand.

"May I?" She asked, pointing at his wounded side.

Kakashi lifted his shirt once more, and kneeling next to him, she started carefully covering the gash with the sticky green concoction.

The room was filled with a grassy scent. Her hands were cold, which eased the pain of contact with the wound. Kakashi tried his best not to wince, but his body betrayed him by twitching away from her every time she touched him. He wondered whether it was just the pain, or the sensation of being touched by another, that had become so foreign to him outside of combat.

"There, there. Almost done." Her voice was soothing, almost sweet. Kakashi's body instinctively relaxed to the sound of it. They remained like this for a few seconds, him silently watching her movements from above.

"You know, you should take it easy on Iruka. I think he has a crush on you." He spoke quietly, testing the waters.

Y/N cocked a brow, but refrained from looking up, worried that her flushed cheeks would betray her.

"I think that's a stretch, he was just being helpful, that's all." She tried to keep her voice nonchalant.

Kakashi just hummed in response, unsure if he'd managed to find what he was looking for.

"Right, you can put your shirt back down. This should speed up the healing, and subdue the pain. It'll harden and act as a protector for the wound. Just wash it off in a couple of days." She got up, heading towards the sink to wash up.

"How did you know to do this?" He asked, standing up to test how it felt when he moved.

"There was a woman in my village." Y/N spoke with her back still turned to him, eyes focused on washing the mixing dish. "People were afraid of her, thought her a witch. But she was kind to me when not many others were." She placed the dish on the drying rack and turned back to look at him. There was a sadness in her eyes, that didn't evade Kakashi's notice. "She shared some of her knowledge of herbs with me. Insisted it could save my life some day."

They stood silently, staring at each other. It seemed they had both suddenly realised that they were alone in her flat, and weren't sure what to do with that knowledge.

"I should probably go." Kakashi was the first to break their silence.

"Yes. Probably should."

"I'll see you around. And Y/N... thank you."

Without waiting for a response, Kakashi turned towards the door, and left somewhat hurriedly, his heart in his throat. Y/N remained in her place for a minute longer, staring at the space he'd just occupied. How right it had felt to have him here, in her kitchen. How afraid she was of that thought.

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