#Kakashi pining

[kakashi-from-accounting]

Sasuke sketch

I’ve always loved the scenes in naruto when they would stare off into the sunrise

He’s thinking about naruto

[ladykissingfish]

Kakashi: You know, if I was a girl, I’d totally make out with Obito. Kakashi: I mean, he’s warm, he’s sweet, he’s so tall and muscular and just really really handsome. And those lips of his look so soft. Kakashi: *sighs* If only I was a girl … Rin: You know you don’t have to be a girl to kiss Obito, right? You can just kiss him as a boy? Kakashi, pouting: Yeah, but when I tried asking him he just giggled, threw a dango at my face, and ran away. Rin:

[10yrsyart]

hey it’s been a while! i started a 5x8 sketchbook to help get back into drawing, and i’m really enjoying it. the limited space doesn’t feel overwhelming the way digital custom canvas sizes tend to. i’m looking forward to continuing all kinds of little things :) 

(many of which will be memes, i’m not sorry. and please enjoy the human Nyanko-senseis, they are ofc mine) 

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Baby Tenzo with babier Naruto. Tenzo is panicking because ‘oh god a baby’ and Naruto is just… vibin eating his hand

:-]

[kazumi123]

Satoru will do anything to protect Kakashi's "innocence," and will predictably lose his mind when he realizes Nanami is interested in his big brother, no doubt. He'll go on and on about dramatic betrayals and his poor brother's "pure heart" and so on and so for. Satoru will do everything to stop whatever is going on between Kakashi and Nanami… until he figures out why Kakashi hasn't accepted Nanami's feelings. Kakashi's self-deprecation is next level, and if Satoru sees that the only reason Kakashi isn't with Nanami is that he thinks he doesn't deserve to be– well that just changes everything doesn't it.

Cue the worst interaction Kento has ever had with Gojo to date:

"You and Kakashi are getting married. No, don't say anything, I've already booked the venue. All the venues. You go make my brother a happy housewife or I will end you. You have in fitting in 20 mins."

Nanami: "What the fuck is going on right now?"

thoughts?

Hahahaha, did you somehow manage to get a hold of my WIP manuscript? (jokes)

Also leave it to me to take this seriously with angst mixed in ahhh Im sorry if youre looking for a jokish answer regarding this. 

But yeah, Satoru’s brocon drama is predictable, maybe because he makes it so~ He will have a huge meltdown when (if) he finds out about Nanami’s feelings for Kakashi, and it will a glorious, destructive one. 

But his brocon dramatic tendencies are also one of the ways Satoru use to look out for Kakashi, albeit blown up way out of proportions. Don’t get him wrong, his overprotective instincts are genuine and too much, but he knows, more than anyone, that Kakashi is far from innocent (well, in the mental context ahem ahem) from that time Kakashi told him of his past life, of all the memories that still haunt him, and the regrets he still felt about Obito and the what-ifs. 

It was from this, that his protectiveness for Kakashi took root; that the reason why he wanted to protect Kakashi’s ‘innocence’, was because he didn’t want Kakashi to suffer anymore, especially from losing a beloved, close person. 

However, Satoru would 100 percent act the way you described that he will if he finds out that about Kakashi’s self-depreciation holding him back from having other means of happiness; he knows Nanami, and he also knows Nanami is a genuinely good person who would take care of his brother to the best of his abilities and will never hurt him (also lmao that ‘happy housewife’ bit, yesss, Kakashi feeding and taking care of all the kids with Nanami, such a great happy picture), so Satoru is willing to...hold back on his overprotectiveness for this. 

While Nanami does have honest feelings towards Kakashi, and when Gojo being Gojo and sprung that sudden ‘wedding trap’ on him, what does he do? 

First, he’ll ask if Kakashi knows about this. 

And if he doesn’t, and while this event certainly shows Gojo somewhat approve of Nanami being with Kakashi, Nanami outwardly rejects. 

It is also from this perspective, that we can also see Nanami’s own boundaries. If the reason why Kakashi won’t pursue any relationship is because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it, then Nanami’s reason, as stated in the canonical databook and the mangaka’s own words, is that he does not want his spouse or significant other to be left alone *when* he inevitably dies, because Jujutsu sorcerers are most always, due for an early grave due to their dangerous line of work. Considering that in the fic, Nanami’s one of the few people who knows Kakashi’s true strength and abilities, then it naturally comes to him that Nanami might be the one who would die earlier than Kakashi. Hence, both of their reluctance despite the obvious pining. 

Satoru is right when he thinks of Nanami never willing to hurt Kakashi, for the man is already thinking of preventing a future heartbreak when it comes to be. 

[twofortea]

A wild non-kksk appears! But—kdjfslkdj there's a surprise in there for you diehards. (For kinktober.)

Pairing: KakaKarin Rating: Explicit Tags: Hokage Hatake Kakashi, Hate Sex, Wax Play, Fuckbuddies, Angst and Smut, Pining(not between main characters), Background SasuSaku, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary:

Kakashi scowls, finally glancing up, irritation barely overshadowing the exhaustion in his expression. “What do you want, Karin?” Even the way he says her name is filled with scorn, a near-tangible exasperation that makes her cheeks heat and fists clench. "Nothing,” she snaps back with equal vitriol. “I was bored and…” she trails off for a moment, trying to remember why she came here. “I’m just saying, I could… help.”

Or: When Karin is bored, she turns to Kakashi to pass the time.

[kashi-prompts]

Flowers for a Shinobi

Chapter 18: Desert Flowers

Word Count: 3.8K

Pairing: Kakashi x OFC

Previous Chapter ❀ Archive of Our Own Link ❀

A/N: I have thought of nothing other than this chapter for the last 2 weeks of my life. I hope you like it. More soon.

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"Ayame," a voice called to her from the window. Startled, Ayame looked up from her book to see Kakashi balancing himself on the windowsill of her hospital room.

"Goodness, you startled me," she breathed, rubbing her chest and smiling awkwardly. Even so, she felt heat prick at the back of her ears, a giddy feeling rousing her senses at the sight of him suddenly appearing.

"Sorry," Kakashi chuckled, sliding down from the window and walking over to her. "I came to see how you were feeling."

"The same as yesterday," she replied, the corner of her lips falling slightly at her own words. An awkward pause filled the room at the hanging memory of the last time they interacted. He looked different today, somehow. Not only was his Jonin jacket missing, but the air around him seemed lighter as well.

He looked down at the book in her hands as her fingers nervously fiddled with the pages.

"How do you like it so far?"

"It's good," she smiled at him, her thumb holding her page. Was it the best book she had ever read? No. Did it keep her occupied? Yes.

Kakashi nodded, smiling softly to himself as his eye slid down the wool blanket across her legs. She traced his gaze, realizing he was looking at the blanket he had covertly lent her on their journey here.

"Oh. Would you like your blanket back?" she asked, glancing up at him, "it was in my bag you brought me the other day."

Kakashi looked up quickly, an embarrassed smile hiding behind his mask as he scratched the back of his neck, "no, no. You keep it. I'm glad you were able to get a change of clothes."

She felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she looked away. It was the first time he had acknowledged that he had been the one to cover her that night in the forest.

"Thank you," she looked back down slowly, closing the book and replacing it on the nightstand beside her. Her hands returned to the comfort of the wool, weaving her fingers between its soft fabric. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, thankful they had detached her from her heart rate machine and IV that morning. She felt like such a child; every move he made seemed to suddenly heat her body by three degrees.

"So," she began after a few moments of silence, watching Kakashi stare at the oxygen monitor behind her, his hands in his pockets. He lifted his eyebrow expectantly, looking back over at her.

"What are you really doing here?" Ayame asked, feeling bold. "Are you traveling back to Konoha tomorrow?"

Kakashi shook his head, assessing the dust on the light above her bed with his index finger, "no, not anytime soon. And not without you."

Again, her heart twitched in her chest, but she ignored it.

"Then why are you here so late?"

He paused, looking over at the impish smile she hadn't seen since summer, "between shifts is the best time to get out of here when no one is looking."

Ayame chuckled, clearly not picking up on his humor, "will I just walk out the front door?"

Kakashi paused, looking down at her bemused expression. Finally, he lifted his hand from his pocket, holding it out in front of her, "no, I have a better idea."

Ayame's playful expression fell, her uncertain eyes flickering between his gaze and poised hand. Behind his mask, she could see the shadow of an encouraging smile looking down at her. Again, another wave of heat rolled across her body, thinking of the previous day's encounter.

Slowly, she lifted a hand and placed it in his, allowing him to support her as she slid out of bed. The feeling of his worn fingers against her palm twisted her stomach. Slipping her feet into a pair of slippers, she felt him gently let go, ensuring she was steadied as the pads of his fingers slid from hers.

Ayame looked up at him, feeling a mingle of uncertainty and excitement swelling to the surface. He stood there for a moment, a single onyx eye jumping between two olive-colored irises. She felt herself wanting to shy away; something in his gaze seemed different - a more sober and unwavering stare as her cheeks flushed.

"I'm glad you can stand up today," he told her quietly, "you're getting your strength back."

Ayame nodded, unable to find any words to reply. Finally, he looked away, turning back towards the window and looking either way beyond the sill.

"Are we really going somewhere?" she asked, watching the muscles in his forearm flex as he leaned against the window's ledge.

"You'll see," he looked back, knees bending slightly, "but you're not strong enough yet. Let me carry you."

Her face turned crimson, shaking her head as she laughed nervously, waving a dismissive hand, "Kakashi - please, I'm fine. I don't have to go anywhere."

"It'll be worth it," he smiled, "I know what it's like to be locked up in a hospital room for weeks. Some fresh air will do you good."

Ayame hesitated, biting her lip as he looked back at her again, waiting. It wasn't as though they hadn't been this close together before. On the contrary, they had fought at close proximity all summer in hand-to-hand combat, not to mention their kiss on the same training field, but this was different. Exhaling, she stepped forward, locking her hands around his neck as he requested. The heat from his back as she pressed her chest against it was overwhelming, sweat prickling at her skin as she felt his hand reach for the back of her knees.

Yelping quietly, she gripped the collar of his shirt tightly as he hitched her knees to his hips. She was grateful she had changed into long pants rather than the hospital gown she had had on the previous day. A girlish, uncomfortable laugh fell from her lips unexpectedly, burying her face between her arms as he lifted them both through the window. She could smell fresh detergent on his clothes, the scent of his clean skin beneath it mingling in her nose as she held on.

"Wait -" she looked up, turning back into her room as he walked over to the hospital's room, "what about-?"

"Don't worry, I'll get you back before the midnight rounds," he replied assuredly. Under the glow of the rooms behind them, she could see the different hues of grey and silver that made up his hair. As the lights grew dimmer the further away they moved, it quickly became apparent just how dark the Sand village was from the rooftops, even with the glow of the main drag illuminating below them.

"Ready?" He looked to her over his shoulder, waiting for her consent. She pressed her lips in an uneasy smile, nodding slightly as she gripped his shirt again. In one swift motion, he launched the pair from the hospital's rooftop, skidding across residential flats as they made their way toward the edge of the village.

Behind her, she could feel her hair bustling in the wind, the night's fresh air filling her lungs. Her grip on his shirt loosened, her palm flattening out on his chest as it expanded with each breath. She could feel how thin the fabric was, her fingers brushing over what felt like dog tags hanging from his collar.

She nestled her head on his shoulder, looking up beyond the rooftops toward the desert biome around them. His hair tickled her nose, and she pulled away, looking up at the sky above and relishing its beauty. At that moment, she was alive. There was no poison, no threat, and no injuries. Just this.

A few rooftops later, she felt his boots skid to a stop at the edge of a building and looked up over his shoulder again. Before them was a steep, desert land formation jutting out from the sand below. It was one of the many that surrounded the village's perimeter. Kakashi looked down at the distance from the rooftop to the ground, assessing it before looking back up.

"Kakashi," Ayame warned, her hand curling his shirt in her fist.

"You don't trust me?" He looked back at her, another impish smile behind his mask. Ayame snorted, looking up at the feat before them.

"I do - but -" A yelp fell from her lips, feeling him grab her wrists as he lunged from the building. Squealing behind him, she buried his face in his back, a grunt coming from him as he landed on the ledge of the desert structure.

"Try to hold on to me tighter," he advised, their bodies suddenly perpendicular to the ground. Without looking up, she clung to his body, hooking her ankles together at his waist. His modest grunts filled her ears as he cautiously lifted the pair up the incline.

She gasped behind him, feeling them slide backward as a rock he had grabbed on to tumbled down against the structure.

"I'm not going to let you fall," he reassured her, feeling her forearm clench his neck.

Quickly, he recovered, the feeling of his chest rising against her fist clearly indicating how strenuous this was.

Finally, she felt him lift the pair above a landing, pulling himself up with Ayame clinging to him.

"Alright, you can get off now," she heard, her fist unfurling from his shirt at the feeling of steady land beneath them.

"Are you sure?" she laughed uneasily. He chuckled in response, patting her wrists that held against his collarbone. Carefully, she peeled herself off of him, the thin fabric of her slipper feeling the rocky land beneath her feet.

Her gaze fastened to the sky above as she came out from around him. A cool breeze slid across the land, sweeping sand at her feet as her lips parted slightly at the marvel of the constellations above. As far as the eye could see, stars and planets twinkled against the inky backdrop of the night sky. A watercolor of purples and blue hues painted the sky, constellations shining against the dark night, begging to be seen. A star gazers paradise.

"I've never seen the stars so clearly before," she managed, her chest tight in awe at the scale of just how small she felt at that moment. She could see every twinkle of light before them, far beyond the desert basin of the Wind.

"This is beautiful," she shook her head in disbelief, looking over at him for the first time. His eyes had been on her, watching her take in the scenery. She smiled softly at him, feeling herself blush as he looked away back up at the sky.

"It is," he agreed, "it's the best place to see them."

"You've been here before?" She asked, knowing the obvious answer. The premeditated idea to bring her here cinched at her chest.

"When I can. I found it when I was in the ANBU," he replied, his hands deep in his pockets. Listening to his words, she slowly lowered herself to the rocky ground, pulling her knees to her chest as she looked back up at the sky. Glancing down at her, he sat beside her with a bent knee, the pair watching the stars twinkling beyond the desert tundra.

"How long were you in the ANBU?" she questioned, looking over to him. There was suddenly so much she didn't know about him. Although there wasn't much she knew about the secrecies of the ANBU Black Ops within the village, she knew enough to infer the kind of life that must have been.

"For much of my youth. I joined when I was thirteen," he told her, his eye swiveling over each star cluster.

"That seems like a lot to handle at such a young age," Ayame offered solemnly. Her eyes looked to his wrist that hung over his knee, his thumb picking at the skin of his middle finger.

"It was," he agreed, "but so is everything else that comes with being a shinobi."

Ayame nodded, looking away, "What made you join?"

"You have to be chosen. My sensei appointed me," Kakashi answered, pausing for a moment, "after I lost my teammates."

"Both of them?" Ayame looked over, perplexed by his words.

Kakashi turned to look at her, his eye meeting hers as he thought of a response. But something intrigued her about the look in his eyes, the somber expression that danced across his partially hidden features. She wondered if she had gone too far, asking far too personal of a question.

"I'm sorry," she told him quickly, looking back up at the night sky, "you don't have to tell me."

"Don't apologize," he replied to her, "I don't usually talk about it to many people."

She glanced back over at him, the hazy moonlight illuminating his profile in a way that twisted a knot in her stomach. She looked away, expecting it to be the end of the conversation.

"Rin was 15 when she died," she heard him reveal suddenly, her head swiveling back to him, "she sacrificed herself for the village."

"Oh, that is so tragic," Ayame frowned genuinely, saddened by his words.

Another pause, "She - walked into my attack meant for the enemy."

Ayame's eyes softened, compassion and grief overcoming her as she searched his profile. His eyes remained fixed on the night sky above, his thumb still nervously picking at the skin of his finger. She thought of what that must have felt like to experience.

"I'm sorry that happened," she replied gently, her gaze soft and tone understanding, "that must have been hard for you. Both in the moment and afterward."

Kakashi nodded soberly, "It was. It haunted me for a lot of years. It was like a grief that I couldn't get away from."

Ayame nodded as well, looking down at her own hands, a like-minded feeling tugging at her memories.

"And Obito was 14," he continued morosely, "He saved my life."

"That was very brave of him," Ayame commented quietly. He nodded his head, his mind on a previous plain of existence. A few beats passed, and she wondered if she should say more. But something told her that he was okay with the quiet.

Beside her, she heard him move, watching him lift his headband from his head, his hair falling over his forehead as he looked over at Ayame. He placed it between them besides a bushel of desert flowers. Ayame looked down at the headband as her eyes skimmed over to the desert flowers between them. The cluster of tiny white blooms caught her eye, picking one from the ground.

"I owe him my life," Kakashi told her suddenly, watching her fingers twirl the flower between them, "and for gifting me this eye."

Ayame looked up, a cool chill running up her spine as her gaze met his, the red glow of an ominous eye staring back at her. Initially, it may have seemed menacing, but as a quiet smile lifted his cheekbones, she felt her heart twitch again. Everything he did made her feel the same way.

"It sounds like he was a good friend to you," she told him after a moment's reflection, her words genuine as she considered his tale. She watched him nod, his eyes still watching the flower spin between her fingers.

"You know," he began suddenly, looking away at the night sky. "I always admired desert flowers the most. They're resilient little things. Adapting and growing in such an infertile, barren environment."

Ayame twirled the flower between her fingers, considering his words. She glanced at him, tilting her head as something clicked in her mind. At that moment, something seemed to change within her. A revelation tethering her to the plane of reality where it was just the two of them.

Hesitantly, she lifted the flower and carefully slid it behind his ear as he turned his head, captivated by her action.

"Just like you," she told him softly, tucking the perennial beneath his hair. She watched his eyebrows lift slightly, his expression tender in a fragile, vulnerable way she had never quite seen before. She lifted her lips in a delicate smile, their gazes knotted together as some unexplained force drew them closer - a catalyst bound for one another since the first day they met.

Ayame's smile fell, lips parting slightly as she felt his hand touch her jaw, tenderly cupping in his palm. Her breath hitched in her throat, feeling the callous on his thumb skim across her cheek, an unmistakable quiver in his finger against her skin.

It felt as though time stood still for a moment, an intimate exchange strong enough for the earth to pause on its axis beneath them, or at least that was how it seemed to her. She lifted a hand, holding on to his forearm as her eyes searched his face, desperate for him to not let go.

His chin tilted, and his mouth suddenly hovered over hers, hesitating as his finger slid against her cheek. Her eyes grew wide as his mismatched gaze looked into hers, the tickle of a shaky exhale warming her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest, heat rising up her spine as she felt the fabric of his nose nudge against her skin.

Her lips parted, suspended with a question as he took the opportunity to press his mouth to hers. Her entire body flushed, fingers tightening at his arm as though it were the only solid thing that kept her anchored to the swaying world.

For a moment, her body was immobile, her mind racing to catch up to what her body was experiencing. His lips held softly against hers, the piney natural scent of his skin tickling her nose, overwhelming her senses in a way she couldn't quite comprehend. After several thunderous heartbeats, she kissed him back, brushing her lips over the fabric that covered his mouth. He exhaled against her, a fragile groan muffled in his throat as his muscles came undone under her grip. Months of tension melting under the humid desert night.

His hand slid to the nape of her neck, his clothed lips moving so incredibly gently over hers, it made her delirious. She slid her arms around his neck, hands shaking as she pulled him toward the ground.

They broke away for a moment, labored breaths mingling as he cradled her head down to the sandy terrain. His lips peppered kisses at the corner of her lips, the hammering of his heart against her chest as she pressed him closer. The flower she had perched behind his ear slid to the ground beside them, landing in the dusty terrain as he lifted himself to look down at her, noses barely touching.

"Are you going to pretend this didn't happen again?" she whispered to him, holding his face as his eyes danced between hers.

Kakashi smiled softly at her. His gaze fixed on hers as he lifted his hand to her neck. Her pulse beat wildly against his palm, erratic and uncontrollable under the gaze of his dark, somber eyes. They were stripped of their usual calm, aloof distance beneath those thin black lashes, replaced only with a tenderness she never expected to be on the receiving end of.

"Only fools make the same mistake twice."

Ayame's parted lips exhaled at his words, her fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel him kiss her again as he pressed his forehead to hers. Instead, she was met with the electrifying feeling of his bare nose nuzzling at the side of hers. Her fingers gripped his hair gently as his soft lips fell sleepily to hers, pressing softly as a gentle hum escaped him.

Her mind went blank, lost in a bubble of time and space at the feel of his naked lips to hers, quiet desperation behind his kisses. Her fingers slid through his hair, the thick locks tangling between her fingers as she pulled him closer. All of the longing stored up in her overflowed, the gentle pressure of his mouth on hers as he deepened their kiss, causing her to lose all sense of reality. She returned his kiss fervently, feeling his tongue slide against her bottom lip. She breathed deeply against him, expelling the air from her lungs as though she had been holding it for months, only now allowing herself to let it go.

Every nerve ending in her body stood on edge, electrified and heated. She pulled away, turning her head and feeling his lips chase hers, his mouth pressing against her jaw and the corners of her lips, leaving soft, tender kisses in their wake. She lifted a hand to his face, wanting desperately to see it again since that day in her family's cache. He lifted his head, staring down at her through heavy breaths, his face flush and lips swollen just as she was sure hers were.

Ayame let out a shaky breath, holding the smooth skin of his jaw in her hand. He had clearly shaved recently. He was more handsome than she remembered, a coil in her stomach winding tighter at the sight of him. Her hand slid across his skin, her thumb tracing over the scar on his cheek, feeling the divot it created on his skin. There was nothing she wanted more than this. His eyes looked into hers, that same vulnerable, tender gaze as before.

She smiled warmly at him, her fingers sliding down his neck, feeling the artery pounding at his collar. He smiled in return, a genuine glimpse of something she suspected very few, if any, had seen.

She wanted to say something, to tell him how grateful she was to have him in her life. She wanted him to know all the things she loved about him, the bruises on his soul and the scars on his body. She wanted to utter the phrase that had swelled in her as he stroked her cheek, to whisper it again and again in his ear until the morning hours.

Instead, she reached up, burying her face in his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. The tip of his nose nuzzled at the back of her ear, shaky breaths tickling her skin. Carefully, he pulled them both back up to a sitting position, his arms snaking around her waist as she clung to him. Their legs tangled together, her head resting gently on his shoulder. Above her, she felt his cheek rest at the top of her head, his hand sliding up the ridge of her spine.

Neither said a word; the stars shifted slightly above them in the azure sky, the only indication of the passing time between them. He held her against him as though afraid she would slip away. Her fingers drew circles on his back, feeling his muscles relax under her touch.

"I should get you back," he murmured to her sometime later. His nose traced the shell of her ear, an affectionate gesture that tingled at her skin. She squeezed his shoulders, unwilling to let go.

"Just a little while longer," she whispered.

[tarithenurse]

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Fandom: Naruto AU Pairing: Hatake Kakashi x fem!reader Content: sort of one bed, mutual pining, probably wrong terminology, no-mask-Kakashi. A/N: A usual trope but with Kakashi and reader as modern spies working a case. I am not happy with this but I needed soooo badly to write something.

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...  Reader  ...

It has been a long flight over and the jet lag hits you hard, bothering you more than it does Kakashi, it seems. Still you become wide awake the moment you walk into the tiny apartment and realize that the right view for the mission has come at a cost. Not only is it just one room and a tiny bathroom where you shower on top of the toilet, nope: there is just one bed.

Kakashi doesn’t seem to notice although you’re certain that he’s scanned the room the moment he walks in. He just stalks directly over to the windows and pulls the curtains shut, only then to peek out through the slit of the fabrics.

You toss your go-bag at the end of the bed, not wanting to upset the usual preparations for a stakeout.

Surveillance gigs always start the same way: circle the block a couple of times after having driven through the neighbourhood to get to know it (as if the prep-team hasn’t done their job and noted everything worth knowing in their reports). Then, when the two of you finally have entered the base, it’s time to set up cameras and try to angle the microphones to catch as much of the sound from the apartment roughly across from yours because it’s always there the target’s base of operation is. This time you’re one floor higher, giving your a slanted view of the place in question unless you can help with the optics.

Silently, you begin to unpack and after an hour, everything is ready and either you or Kakashi have to go get groceries so you can hole up in your new temporary home.

Sometimes it’s for more than a week and you hope it’s the case this time too because you like these missions with Kakashi. Not that he knows that you’d rather spend time with him in a crummy apartment than be in your own comfortable home. In fact, you’d do anything as long as it involves him. Even just sitting silently side by side while staring out the window.

...  Kakashi   ...

He insists that she gets some sleep as soon as they’re settled in. He can see how the jet-lag is weighing her down, giving her bags under the eyes and a slowness to the usual limber movements. Kakashi wants his partner in perfect condition.

Partner. If only. Well, they are partners professionally speaking, but is it too much to want more?

Either way, now she’s sleeping peacefully and Kakashi is only stealing a glance and the slumbering figure now and then. He knows, even if his nose has gotten used to it, that the apartment already is beginning to smell of her and he can’t wait to lie down to sleep, head on the same pillow and knowing that she will be nearby...but for now he must stay awake to keep an eye out for the target.

The sun is lowering in the sky and the camera is set up, carefully lowered along the outside of the building for a better view into the rooms on the other side of the street. So far, there has been no sign of who they’re there for and leaning forward to get the sidewalk in sight, there’s just the normal bustle of pedestrians. No one stands out.

There’s a sigh over from the bed and a slight creek of old springs as [Y/N] turns in her sleep, making Kakashi smile.

...  Reader   ...

As soon as you wake up, Kakashi relents the watchpost to you and hurries to the kitchen to throw together a meal for the two of you.

“Thank you,” you mumble in awe at the result.

“Hm,” he answers – it’s a good thing that you don’t mind being quiet with the man, because he’s not very talkative.

You estimate that you have a few days, maybe a week, before you have the needed evidence to bring in the target if the prelim is anything to go by. It’s time you’ve decided to spend wisely by trying to open up towards Kakashi, test the waters so to say and maybe get him to understand that you wouldn’t mind more than just a professional relationship.

It’s a risk to take, though. And you’re not entire sure how to make the first move.

...  Kakashi  ...

He wakes with a start to a soft touch on the shoulder only to find that it’s her smiling shyly down at him.

It’s their second day and so far they’ve taken turns to sleep and keep an eye out but the schedule will eventually take its toll even though they’re both used to sleeping at odd hours.

“Have a look,” [Y/N] motions towards the screen of the laptop that shows the camera feed.

Sitting up, Kakashi rubs the sleep out of his eyes before bending nearer.

On the screen is a grainy picture of the apartment across the street: so far it’s always been empty, void of any activity or light but now there’s a single lamp burning, casting flickering shadows as someone moves about. Unfortunately, it’s impossible to tell who it is because the person keeps themselves angled away from the windows as if knowing they’re being watched.

“We need eyes in there,” he sighs.

His partner nods solemnly. “We’ve got the gear for it.”

“You suggesting we go undercover?”

“That’s one way to do it, but look: they’re still fully dressed with coat, hat and shoes...I think they’re leaving again soon. Then we can enter without needing to.”

Kakashi hesitates. Something about it doesn’t seem quite as simple. “What’ve they been doing?”

“Just talking on the phone. It’s hard to pick up the sound but it appears to be about stocks.”

...  Reader   ...

You had been right: the target left after ten minutes and after another fifteen minutes and a phone call later the two of you went in. Everything went fine to begin with and you were able to install the small bugs in inconspicuous places although the apartment was sparsely furnished. You even made it back to your base without an issue.

No, the problem comes the day after when a fire erupts in the place next door to the target’s.

“Damnit.”

You never heard Kakashi swears and the effect is pronounced even if he doesn’t raise his voice. A shiver races along your spine and you wonder what other inclinations he might have that you don’t know of.

Watching from behind the curtains, the two of you are standing closely side by side and you can feel his heat as well as the heat radiating from across the street. I know which I prefer. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? With the target’s place gone up in a blaze, he’ll go to a new place, rendering the mission a fail and ending it before time. Time you would have used to get closer to Kakashi – not that you’ve done well in that department the last few days.

“Better call HQ,” you sigh.

...

It’s late by the time the fire is extinguished. Even later when you’re told by HQ that the extraction won’t be ready till next day. That means one more night in the apartment. One night where there’s no reason to ration sleep, so to speak.

When you come out from a shower, Kakashi is already stretched out on the bed. You grab the extra pillow and drop it, almost joining it on the hard floor when Kakashi scoffs.

“Don’t be an idiot, we can share if you don’t mind.”

Of course you don’t mind.

...  Kakashi   ...

She lies so close to him. Shoulders are brushing and her scent envelops Kakashi to the point that it’s making him comfortably dizzy. If only he could muster up the courage to say something but he never can when he’s around her. He can sense something’s wrong though, that she’s upset by something. She’s still new at this, Kakashi ponders, maybe she’s upset the mission’s a bust? He’s just about to say something when [Y/N] sighs and turns to him.

“’Kashi,” she begins hesitantly and he instantly loves the nickname, “can I confess something?”

“Sure. I’ll keep a secret.”

“Do you promise not to laugh as well?”

What does she want to admit that could make me laugh? “Of course.”

Still she squints at him before finally saying, “I’d hoped the mission would take longer...’cause I like being around you.”

Oh, he thinks, oh! Something sparks inside Kakashi’s chest, warm and fluttery and light, and he turns to face her.

“Me too,” he offers hopefully though without knowing how to continue from there.

[Y/N] does though: slowly she creeps closer until their noses are touching. Then she puckers her lips and gently places a single kiss upon his lips before retreating, leaving him stunned. Expectant eyes searches his face for clues as to what he thinks of what just happened.

He loves it. Scooting forward, it’s Kakashi’s turn to close the distance to kiss her. Wrap his arms around her and feel her melt into his touch.

[madmanwonder]

Ask (Crossover au): How would Sakura (Naruto) react if Oscar friendzoned her?

Sakura: Kakashi-sensei need a good workout.

[kalira]

Beauty and Brazen Pining

Written for @kakashiweek​ - Day 7, prompt 1: S-Rank Mission(s)

T; 1.3k Kakashi/Shisui, Obito

Perhaps, Shisui contemplates as he sets out upon a mission with his lover, for all the blatant affection he shares with Kakashi, they have not been quite so obvious about their relationship as one might hope - particularly if one is regrettably prone to having to deal with pining cousins who still haven't clued in.

Featuring hime!Kakashi, pining and oblivious Obito, and Shisui who can be calm enough to take this in stride, but he won’t like it. Damn it.

[red-elric]

hmmm....... kakashi ❤️

[vulpisnocturna]

Masterlist

NSFW 🍷 | Suggestive 🌹 | HCs 🦋 | Fluff 🌸 | Angst ☕️ | Crack post 🔮

Naruto:

Bribe for chores 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Shisui:

Mirror Sex 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Cringe habits 🦋🔮

Secret Turn-ons 🌹🌸

Sasuke:

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Being best friends (massacre/non massacre AU) HCs 🦋☕️

Itachi - Sasuke brotherhood HCs 🦋🌸

Madara:

Office sex 🍷

Corruption kink, virgin reader 🍷

Fucking louder than the neighbours to establish dominance 🍷

Dirty talk 🌹🍷

Yandere Madara dealing with you breaking up with him 🦋🌹

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

NSFW Alphabet 🍷

SO with PTSD 🦋🌸

Kakashi:

Rope play 🍷

Humiliation kink/Bratting 🍷

"I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me" 🍷

Aphrodisiac 🍷

Mirror Sex 🍷

Lingerie 🍷

Biting 🍷

NSFW Alphabet 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Obito:

Teasing while he plays videogames live 🍷

Yes, Sir 🍷

Fake Dating 🍷

NSFW Alphabet 🌹🍷

Itachi:

Lesson learnt - Power imbalance 🍷

Hate Sex 🍷

Edo Itachi meets his s/o and their child ☕️🦋🌸

Itachi Jealousy HCs 🦋

Reaction to an Edo s/o 🦋☕️

With a nerdy/STEM s/o HCs 🌸🦋

Somnophilia 🍷

"I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me" 🍷

Dirty talk 🌹🍷

Mirror sex 🍷

Interrogation (CNC fantasy) 🍷

Leash 🍷

Surprise 🌸🦋

College Professor Itachi x College student reader 🍷

Insecurities 🌸

Pining Itachi (HCs) 🌸🦋

Reader breaking his heart ☕️🦋

Reader has ADHD and Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria 🌸🦋

Drunk Itachi and horny reader 🌹🍷

Dealing with reader having a panic attack (HCs) 🌸🦋

Dealing with reader ignoring him on purpose (HCs) 🦋☕️

Yandere Itachi when reader breaks up with him 🦋☕️

First date HCs 🦋🌸

Itachi likes you, you are Sasuke's best friend 🌹🍷

Hot mannerisms HCs 🦋🌹

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Somnophilia II 🍷

Dating an emo s/o HCs 🌸🦋

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Squirting/bratting 🍷

Itachi in a relationship HCs 🦋🌸

NSFW Alphabet 🍷🌹

Secret Turn-ons 🌹🌸

Itachi - Sasuke brotherhood HCs 🦋🌸

Uchiha Clan:

How they would react to finding out their s/o has an IUD HCs 🦋🔮

Who has the best sex game? HCs 🦋🌹

Captured S/O who develops PTSD HCs 🦋☕️🌸

Akatsuki:

Beach Shenanigans HCs 🦋🔮

Reacting to reader wearing a pink bonnet to sleep HCs 🦋🔮

Where they like to have sex HCs 🦋🌹

There was only one bed HCs 🦋🌹

Who is actually good at sex HCs 🦋🌹🔮

Ideal partner’s personality traits HCs 🦋

Chrollo:

Binding Vow: Part I, Part II, Part III (Yandere Chrollo) 🍷☕️🌹

Bloodstained Rubies: Part I, Part II , Part III, Part IV (Yandere Chrollo) 🌹☕️

Thigh Riding 🍷

Overstimulation 🍷

Requited love hcs 🌸🦋

Nanami:

Make-up sex/Corruption kink 🍷🌹☕️

Toys & Voice kink 🍷

Gojo:

Sensory Deprivation 🍷

Voice kink 🌹🍷

Hate sex&Corruption Kink (virgin reader) - Part I, Part II 🌹🍷

[delirious-donna]

From This Day Forward [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on this beautiful ask, soft Kashi is most definitely one of my favourite ways to write him so hopefully I did your thought justice, anon.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader (established relationship)

warnings: virgin reader, pussy fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, soft and intimate throughout, kissing, yearning, anxieties over losing virginity, Kakashi is the best husband you could ever ask for

Masterlist

The day had passed in a whirlwind of blissful activity. Your earlier anxiety melted away as events unfolded without a hitch, and now you could finally say you were married to your soulmate. Married to the man you had loved for years, pining from a healthy distance until one day he had proved to you without a shadow of a doubt that your feelings were reciprocated.

Kakashi Hatake, the love of your life and the other half of your soul. The journey had been rough in places, but every moment experienced had led to this day – your wedding day.

Reciting your vows had been overwhelming, tears rising to your eyes and even the memory of Kakashi reaching out his hand to gently thumb the tears away would bring a lump to your throat. All you wanted was to be alone with him, to feel safe and secure wrapped in his strong protective arms. Thankfully you were both opposed to large flashy weddings, having long opted for a small intimate ceremony with only close friends and family attending.

With the festivities over, guests thanked, and all other duties attended to, your new husband was able to sweep you into his arms and finally cross the threshold of your shared home. Kakashi had wanted to book a honeymoon suite in a lavish inn, but you had refused. There was nowhere else you’d rather be than in your home and especially with what was still to come.

It had been hard to resist the temptation to give yourself completely to Kakashi up to this point. He was almost aggravatingly alluring, able to turn you into a whimpering mess with merely a few whispered words and some well-placed strokes of your skin. However, you had waited this long to find the right one and you wanted it to be special. How many dreams had you had of this moment? How many fantasies of finally making that last commitment had played through your mind?

“Everything okay, princess?” Kakashi asked, pulling you out of your thoughts and back into the present. His concerned expression tugged at your heartstrings, reaching out to cup his cheek and sighed at the warmth of his skin beneath your palm.

Your dress lay lovingly draped over the chair in the corner, replaying how your beloved husband had helped you out of it with what seemed like endless patience. His slightly roughened fingers made you shiver as he uncovered more of you until you were atop the bed in only your matching lingerie. A trail of his clothes started from the bedroom door until a pool of expensive material lay at the foot of the bed, discarded and crumpled.

You nodded shyly. “Mhm, I’m fine. Perhaps a little nervous,” you admitted when his eyebrow arched, suggesting he knew you weren’t being entirely truthful. 

Your arms wound around his broad back, pulling him on top of you and sighing at the comforting weight that settled over your torso. You had seen Kakashi naked more than you could feasibly count, and whilst you hadn’t had sex, you had certainly indulged in other activities. Yet it felt different knowing tonight wouldn’t end the same way it usually did.

“We don’t have to do this now; I don’t mind waiting if you’re not ready.”

Your heart lurched, shaking your head fervently and rather than using words, you rose to capture his lips, marvelling at how soft they felt as you pressed a kiss that you hoped would convey your conviction to him. The faint groan from his throat signalled your success, a palm resting at the back of your neck whilst his lips slanted further atop yours.

Kakashi was always sincere with you, ever loving and with the patience of a saint at times. He had been the one to talk you through how to touch him exactly how he liked it, encasing your much smaller hand in his and tightening your grip until the pressure was perfect. Your fingers wandered down the length of his spine, surrendering to his all-consuming kisses that only deepened further as the seconds passed. The edges of your nails raked lightly into his taut butt, smiling against his lips when the muscles flexed beneath your touch.

It wasn’t long until you were stroking him eagerly, your thumb passing over his weeping slit to collect the pearlescent precum and twisting your wrist on each upward pump of your fist. Kakashi broke away from your lips, panting and burying his face into the crook of your neck, but not before you could witness the pretty blush spread across his cheeks.

“You’re so perfect… f-fuck. Keep this up and I’ll cum before I can take you.”

Blood rushed to every part of your body, heating your skin, and making it difficult to maintain your train of thought. Luckily, your body was working on pure instinct when a hand reached between your bodies, legs falling wide, and you arched into that first touch against your pussy, now stripped of your panties. A shared moan flooded the air, your skin slick and dewy from arousal that ran messily towards those explorative fingers of your lover.

Memories of the very first time he had worked you open with these exact thick fingers washed over you. The initial discomfort had quickly given way to a pleasure you had never been able to locate by yourself. Every tender stroke of his calloused fingertips against your silken walls, each gentle circle of his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was all like heaven and here you were experiencing it once more, though there was rarely discomfort these days.

“Come back to me,” Kakashi cooed, his lips feathering kisses from the bone behind your ear down the smooth side of your neck. “You keep disappearing into your head, don’t you feel me here?” His words timed to perfection as he pressed intently on that traitorous engorged area on your front wall, your clit jumping in time to the wriggle of your hips.

“I-I do! Kashi… this feels different.” He met your gaze with one full of love and understanding, the slight inclination of his head enough to demonstrate that he understood what you meant without you having to elaborate. It wasn’t going to end when you fell apart, there was something more and the anticipation was practically palpable in the bedroom you felt most safe and comfortable in.

His fingers sped up, widening within your tight cunt and you knew instinctively that he was doing his best to prepare you. Your eyes cast down the faint sliver of space between your torsos, mouth running dry at just how big he was, and you were expected to take him inside you. Trepidation mingled in your belly, but again your husband sensed it and acted to alleviate your concerns.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ve always promised you I would take it at your pace, haven’t I, my angel? You can take me because you were made for me. Everything about you compliments me and I hope you feel the same about me. Now, cum for me.”

How he could bring tears to your eyes at the same time as he pitched you into sweet freefall was a mystery – a Hatake secret – and one you’d never fully understand. 

The elastic band of tension pulled to almost breaking point before releasing it all at once. Your moans were desperate and honeyed, and the hand still wrapped around Kakashi’s cock tightened until you could sense the pulse beating through him. It was white hot yet refreshing; lips that murmured words you couldn’t quite hear and there was a new sensation that dragged deliberately across your skin. 

Metal - warm and polished - slid across the expanse of your stomach, the ring adorning his finger a symbol of your eternal commitment. For a moment you felt choked, the waves of your orgasm slowly lapping back and forth, mingling with the swell of emotions into a foaming mass of love and affection.

You watched through hooded lids whilst Kakashi gently removed your hand from him, kissing each of your knuckles with such reverence that your heart clenched and entwined your fingers by your head. Your eyes widened at the nudge of his cock caught against your folds, a sensation you had felt before but this time a shiver of pure carnal delight rippled down your spine.

“Breathe for me baby, it’ll hurt more if you tense or hold your breath.”

A puff of air exhaled through your nose, a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and you gave a swift nod of assurance. Your eyes remained glued to Kakashi’s handsome face, his hips angling and guiding himself until the hot throbbing tip of his cock could prod at your tight hole.

With slow, tentative rocking motions he breached the tight ring of muscles, your eyes squeezing shut and a hiss passing through your clenched teeth. The burn was more than you expected, it made you wriggle and a strong hand wrapped around your waist.

“Gotta stay still, it’s o-okay,” his voice pitched as if he too were struggling but for different reasons. The blush on Kakashi’s cheeks deepened, his brow pinched and sharp white teeth caught the edge of his lip. Oh, he looked too sexy like this. Barely containing his own need to ensure your comfort, it made you feel wanted and desired. 

“Kiss me, make me forget.”

You needn’t ask twice, your silver-haired husband pressed his lips to you in a tender dance. A gentle sway of your lips, tongues winding together like two cats rubbing against one another and you untangled your fingers to wrap around his neck. His hair was soft as always, thick and lustrous, you scratched lightly at his scalp and the keening noises he made for you loosened you up.

Halfway; he was almost halfway inside you now and whilst it still hurt, it was becoming more manageable. Your legs trembled, locking around his waist and as your ankles met at the small of his back, your hips tilted and he slid further home with an exalted grunt. Your stomach flipped, breath catching in the back of your throat whilst you adjusted to this new experience.

The fullness was exquisite, that sense of connection so bone-deep that it was hard to distinguish where Kakashi ended and you began. For long moments you simply stared at one another, at long last he was buried to the hilt in your core, and the eye contact alone made your heart hammer. Love and tender affection shone in the depths of his steel grey eyes, the slow flutter of his lashes hypnotising and magical. 

“Kakashi… love me.”

“I already do, and have for so long. I’ve waited for this day, wished for it a million times and still my wildest dreams couldn’t compare to how it feels being here right now.”

Kakashi slowly eased back, setting an easy pace whilst you chewed over his words. The inner romantic that only you knew intimately came to the forefront and you traced the curve of his jaw with your finger. Each lazy thrust made you moan, your face twisting into an expression of ecstasy that only fed Kakashi’s. Soon, it wasn’t enough and you needed him to do… something.

Your squirming returned, no longer contained by a strong palm, hands smoothing over his strong back and delving deep into his silver locks. Kakashi moved faster, his hips snapping against you and suddenly you were aware of the wet smack of skin on skin. It aroused you further and you pleaded for more, downright begged and he only smiled at you in response.

That lazy, all-knowing smile curled the edges of his lips and crinkled the corners of his eyes. It was all you could do to keep your own eyes open, and not roll them back to the depths of your skull.

“What is it, princess?” he asked, leaning down to smooth away the scrunch above your nose with his gentle kisses. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, eliciting a surprised groan from Kakashi, his eyes widening before narrowing on you. “Need more, don’t you?”

How could he possibly know? Of course he did, he was not oblivious to the way your cunt clenched tightly around his girth on each retreat of his hips. How your body jerked when the damp patch of coarse silver hair above his cock rubbed against your clit. The tight fit was perfection, you moulded to him exactly as he had hoped you would, and if you could read his mind right now, all you would hear would be his endless love of you over and over.

Biting your lip, you nodded, blinking slowly and trying to find the words you needed to make your desires known. They were there, sitting upon the tip of your tongue but a sweep of shyness prevented you from saying them.

“Use your big girl words… I know you can do it. Ask me for anything and I will deliver, you know this.”

“Harder,” you whimpered, twisting your head to avoid his eyes. Heat caressing your cheeks, neck and across your chest at your request. Kakashi wasn’t having any of it, gripping your chin gently and turning you back to him. There was no smirking or teasing, only reassurance and the soft press of his lips.

Your thighs tightened around his sides, adjusting to his harsher thrusts and your spine arched from the bed. Kakashi took the opportunity to run his hot tongue over the lace of your bra, teeth catching the pert bud whilst holding you tightly as he loved you wholly.

Sweat clung to your skin, sticking you to the man braced above you and you squealed when a particularly forceful slam knocked against that precious sweet spot deep within you. So close, it wouldn’t take much more and secretly Kakashi was elated. He had never worked harder to stave off his orgasm as he was right now and with you.

“Ka-shi! Oh…”

“That’s it, I’ve got you. Cum for me, cream around my cock, my princess, my wife!”

It was different; you could only draw one comparison to the other orgasms you’d experienced to date and that was the rush of heat that spread like an inferno from the pit of your stomach to every inch of your skin. Your walls pulsed incessantly, clinging to your anchor in this world and letting him protect you from the intensity of your feelings.

Tears stung your eyes but not from pain, you were overwhelmed and the sudden burst of warmth in the depths of your cunt only made you screw your eyes shut even tighter. Listening to the deep groans that resonated within the muscled chest pressed to your front, warm panted breathing tickling your shoulder and neck.

“Oh fuck, I–I love you so much. I can’t stop, never get enough,” Kakashi babbled, sounding intoxicated as he painted your insides white with his seed. He caught himself on one wrist, preventing himself from smothering you in his weight but his forehead dropped to press against yours.

You weren’t sure how many minutes passed before you were able to find your ability to speak, licking over your parched lips and groaning at the faint twitches of his softening cock still buried inside your accepting walls. A part of you never wanted this moment to end, fearful that it would never be this intense ever again, and you voiced your concern with trepidation.

“Will it always be like that or was it a one-time thing?”

Scared of the answer, you busied yourself with tracing intricate designs over the dips and valleys of Kakashi’s back. His quiet chuckle made you look up.

“I will do everything in my power to ensure you see the heavens each and every day, from this day forward…”

[rowrory]

FAVORITES

Want fics that don't just revolve around smut? Read these!

Fandoms include: jjk, bnha, haikyuu, aot, marvel, tvd

GOJO SATORU

Intrinsic Warmth — thatdesklamp (ao3)

Summary: “So stay with me. Forever.”

You make a weak stab at a joke. “For Infinity, you mean?”

“Yeah.” Satoru turns to look at you and your heart jumps at the clear expression on his face. There’s not a hint of humour: for once, he’s fully and completely serious. “For the rest of my life, and for all the lives after.”

-

You meet Satoru on 7th September, 1996.

Some time later, you realise you love him.

Notes: HOLY FUCK I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!?!?!??! THE ANGST?!?!? THE PINING?!?!?!? I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!!!!!!!! THE AUTHOR WASN'T FUCKING AROUND WHEN SHE WROTE THIS!!!

gods, monsters, monkeys — yuzudrops (ao3)

Summary: A grossly under-qualified graduate of Jujutsu High is hired to teach a class of Special Grades. They learn there is more to strength than power. It doesn't end well.

Notes: chefs kisses, literally one of THE best gojo fics out there

Keep a Place For Me — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: A quiet story that takes place a little before Gojo Satoru was born to be the greatest shaman of this era, his youth, triumphs, losses, and his inherent rise to a place unknown by anyone else.

And the one person who bore witness to it all.

Notes: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS YET, YOU ARE SERIOUSLY MISSING OUT

take me down (to the depths of your depravity) — Innka (ao3)

Summary: The story starts with you standing in the pouring rain. All you remember are your orders.

Gojo Satoru. Look for the white hair and the baby blues.

"This will be easy," they said. "White hair and baby blues, eyes like the sky. Pull him in, fatten him up and send him to the devil. In and out, one and done."

"You can do this with your eyes closed," they said.

"This will be easy," they said.

They were wrong.

Notes: Read trigger warnings first

watermelon sugar why — Innka (ao3)

Summary: You had marched into his office, looking like your life was in his hands. You held out an excursion request. For a beach trip, of all things. By the time Gojo finished reading it, he had wanted to do exactly three things: sign the paper, laugh in your face, and bend you over on his desk to fuck you until you were screaming his name. 

Not necessarily in that order. 

Notes: this is a one shot but i live for pining satoru so

all that is solid melts into air — GrilledTandooriSmoke (ao3)

Summary: Curse user.

The words weigh heavy like lead on your tongue. Something that needs to be swished around before it's spat back out like the black gunk it is. Evil and vile jujutsu sorcerers who would dare turn on humanity in the never-ending war against curses.

And it just so happens you come from a family of them.

Alternatively: political machinations have you attending Jujutsu Tech at the same time as Gojo Satoru.

Notes: in love with this

among dawn flowers (the face of god) — unolvrs (ao3)

Summary: Your grandmother calls the young master of the Gojō Clan a boy-god, and you, his destined bride who will further the cause of the All-Seeing Eyes.

—or, you are raised to be Satoru’s bride and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. (Everything is.)

Notes: i love angst

the witches' brew — orphan_account (ao3)

Summary: You are the co-owner of a small café in a small, eccentric district in Tokyo that is notorious for bizarre murders and supernatural occurrences.

You think you’ve seen it all, but it turns out that nothing comes close to the man wearing a bad Kakashi cosplay who terrorizes you with his increasingly complicated and awful drink orders.

Notes: im devastated i didn't get to see who actually wrote this

5 + 1 — script_nef (orphan_account) (ao3)

Summary: 5 times Gojou had a date with you and 1 time you realised it was a date.

Alt title: Watch Gojou be really obvious about his crush but it goes completely over your head every time. Well, nearly every time.

Notes: kicked my feet a couple times while reading this

Ripverse — seoafin (ao3)

Summary: “You don't need to worry about anything like dying. I won't let anything happen to you," he says quietly, and it sounds like a promise.

You wait for the punchline. The part where he laughs it off as a joke, and then tells you to snap yourself out of it in a way you would’ve expected from him in the past. But he’s dead serious.

Notes: This is a series of one shots in the same univ with the same character, i just used the summary for the very first part

FUSHIGURO TOJI

(and your love is) standing next to me — shidouryusei (ao3)

Summary: “I wanna meet your son.”

You regret what you’ve said the second the words leave your lips.

“Why the hell do you wanna meet my kid?”

Notes: holy hell is this one of the best toji fics out there

BAKUGO KATSUKI

what heroes do — sugiwa (ao3)

Summary: Shouto didn't know much about his twin sister. She was an Edgeshot fan, had a raging collection of manga, and liked Natsuo the best.

She also wasn't supposed to be at U.A., but he sure as hell wasn't telling their father about it.

Notes: i am not kidding when i say that even tho this thing has almost 600k words (it's a monster!!), i have reread this so many times it's not even funny anymore

MIYA ATSUMU

WHITE NOISE — 1keshi (ao3)

Summary: you’ve always loved atsumu— that was the problem.

(alternatively, you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do?)

Notes: lovelovelove

You Found Me — Amy_Stark117 (ao3)

Summary: Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way.

You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class.

Life is really funny like that, isn't it?

Notes: 10/10

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

premonition of love — peacchy (ao3)

Summary: A day after the freak quick duo sneaks into Shiratorizawa campus grounds, Ushijima gets summoned by his school’s student disciplinary committee.

Rule breached?

Assisted Trespassing.

While he steps out of the office with more than just a case under his name, you (unknowingly) step into the affluent stratum of Miyagi’s controlled elite.

In a world of either-or’s, you’re caught in between.

And possibly something more.

Notes: yall listen before this, i was NOT an ushijima girlie. now, i am ;)) this ff also has a love triangle in it (ushijima x reader x sakusa) with alternative endings (though it's not completed yet)

Shoot the Ball — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: As captain of the dying Shiratorizawa Kyudo Club, you're sick and tired of the biased favoritism that goes to the showier sports. Especially the worst of them all—the boy's volleyball team.

You're determined to show the entire school how great archery is, get the funding your club deserves, and by the end of it all, make the entire school a fan of your archery.

You just didn't know you already had a fan from the start.

And he may or may not be captain of the one team on campus you have a personal vendetta against.

Notes: i love alkhale so much

LEVI ACKERMAN

1,000 Steps — BaddieCurlsXo (ao3)

Summary: You're being torn away to another world every new moon, unable to connect the dots or find any real meaning in your travels. That is, until one night you stumble upon a man with grey eyes and a green cape, who asks you, rather suspiciously, "what are you doing outside the walls?"

Notes: lovette

Death's Door — SongsOfApollo (ao3)

Summary: You spent years of your life under the guidance of Dr. Helfen, the greatest physician inside Wall Sina. Now a physician yourself, you work alongside him with pride: stitching up wounds, nursing the sick, and helping to save the lives of many. But after the Battle of Trost, rapid changes begin to take place, starting with an inquiry from none other than Commander Erwin Smith and Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.

You have heard many tales from surviving Survey Corps soldiers on what it’s like on the outside: to face a Titan, to feel overwhelming dread, to watch your fellow man perish in such an insulting, gruesome way. You’ve witnessed the effects of Titans on the people you’ve doctored. Now you are to experience the horror firsthand.

You are to join the Scout Regiment as their field surgeon, and you will do so under the direct command of Captain Levi.

Notes: one of my fav fics of levi

BUCKY BARNES

Vacant Mirrors — pilotisms (ao3)

Summary: Dr. Hart shares an office with Dr. Raynor.

You share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.

Notes: felt like crying even tho the ending wasn't angsty

Safe with me — bitsandbobsandstuff (ao3)

Summary: When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Notes: Holy freaking heck was this beautiful. The plot? Chefs kisses. The writing? Chefs kisses. Reader's personality? Chefs kisses. The romance between reader and bucky? CHEFS FUCKING KISSESSSSS.

In The Shadow Of Your Wings — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Margaret Stark is five years old when the Winter Soldier comes for her and her parents. But she survives the attack and is returned to her brother, though she's left broken and traumatised. She grows with a promise she made to herself on the night of the car crash. A mission.

This is the story of Maggie forging herself into her own hero, into something that no one expects: The Wyvern.

Notes: if you're a delulu marvel stan and haven't read anything by emmagnetised yet, are you even a delulu marvel stan?? p.s there is also an alternative for this story, go check it out on the author's acc on ao3 if you're interested!

STEVE ROGERS

The Siren — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Austrian-born Alice Moser is new to Brooklyn when she meets and befriends a small blonde kid called Steve Rogers. Years later tragedy puts an ocean between them. When they meet again everything is different - Steve is about to go to war, and Alice is going to make the SSR an offer they can't refuse: her services as an undercover agent within the very heart of Nazi Germany.

The path is already written. The whole world knows the stories of Captain America and the Siren. Or do they?

Notes: ISTG IF U DON'T GO READ THIS MASTERPIECE RN

LOKI

A Twist of Marvel — GeneralofLoki (wattpad)

Summary: Naomi Swanson is fresh out of college, working as an assistant in a small paper supply company and inhaling coffee by the gallons. When an accident knocked her out, Naomi woke up in a world she had only seen through screens.

Armed only with her phone and a questionable data plan, Naomi attempts not to be killed as she comes face-to-face with the Avengers, and so much more.

Notes: do not and i repeat do NOT underestimate this just because it's a wattpad story ;)) it's literally the best girl goes to alternative dimension story in the mcu universe out there!!

KLAUS MIKAELSON

descent — tothelakes (wattpad)

Summary (since the summary on this one is a little long I'll be giving a brief description instead): Rory, the twin sister of Elena, unknowingly dates Klaus, the terrifying hybrid determined to sacrifice her sister. When the Mystic Falls events start, cue the beginning of their tumultuous journey as secrets are revealed and feelings come to light.

Notes: this is probably the best klaus fic to ever grace the world of fanfictions.

[polyhexianbirb]

Kakashi smells like burning flesh, like the cool fresh air right before the storm.

Obito smells like burning Cedar wood. Later, as an adult, he smells more like pine and acorns, with the distant smell of smoke.

Sakura doesn’t smell like anything other than antiseptic. She smells of a hospital so strongly that nobody can doubt her place there. Perhaps before she smelt of strawberries and sunsets, but nobody remembers that.

Naruto smells like a freshly cut lawn. Sometimes, he smells like the Ramen he likes to eat so much, but mostly he smells of grass.

Sasuke smells like burning rubber, but also of a garden. The two smells co-exist and nobody could doubt their place.

Rin smelt like peonies. By now, she’ll smell rotton and musty. Kakashi doesn’t go check.

Kushina smelt like onions and jalapeños. She smelt like blood and salt on that night.

During the war, Minato smelt like rot. After Kannabi, Minato smelt like wildflowers and or dish soap. He never should’ve had to smell like rot again.

Kakashi cannot remember what Sakumo smelt like. He imagined he’d smell like safety.

[rookieloveskashi]

The Sensei & The Ramen Girl

Chapter 1: Prologue

Part of the For Your Own Good Series ↳ Next Chapter

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, meetcute, mutual pining. self-ship coded; please see author's note on series page for defined characteristics of reader.

Word Count: 1.1k

Work Summary: After nearly a decade in the ANBU, Kakashi is now sensei to a trio of spirited genin. He never saw himself as the role-model type, but a few months with the new Squad Seven begin to lead him further down a new path of life.

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“Hey, Sensei!!?” Naruto’s shrill voice cut through the trees that zipped by as Squad Seven made their way home. “Can we please go for ramen once we get back to the village? Please please please please please!?”

“Oh shut up Naruto!” Sakura whined. “If you keep annoying him, Kakashi-sensei won’t take us anywhere!”

“Idiot,” Sasuke rolled his eyes.

The mission they just completed may have just been another lowly D-rank, but Kakashi recognized the importance of positive reinforcement. Ever since their shaky victory in the Land of Waves, Naruto had been whining day in and day out, refusing to understand why the team was back to performing low-risk missions. If ramen was all it took to shut him up for a while, Kakashi was all for it.

“Now now,” Kakashi began. “After we give our report to the Hokage, I see no reason why you three can’t go to Ichiraku.”

“No, I meant the four of us!” Naruto shouted.

Sakura rolled her eyes. “Since when does Kakashi-sensei ever go out with us?

“Since when do any of us do anything besides missions together?” Sasuke scoffed.

“And training!” Naruto added.

“That doesn’t count either.”

Kakashi sighed. While it was true that Squad Seven’s teamwork had improved since the earliest days, they still had a long way to go. As harrowing as their time in the Land of Waves had been, it had forced the genin to not only work together but to begin to trust one another. However, in the short time that had passed since that mission ended, the squad dynamic was already regressing.

He supposed he’d better take advantage of the opportunity while he had it.

“You make a good point, Sasuke,” Kakashi noted. “We really don’t spend much time together as a team, other than when we are training or called on missions.”

“And Asuma-sensei takes his team out for barbeque all the time!” Naruto whined.

“Wait, what are you saying, Sensei?” Sakura asked.

“Maybe we should all go for ramen after we give our report,” Kakashi suggested. “It would be a good opportunity to spend some time together in a more peaceful setting. Usually, you’re all so concerned with competing against one another, but not improving your teamwork. It might be nice to just have a meal together, share a little conversation.”

He hadn’t planned on spending the afternoon anywhere other than home, but this seemed like one of those times he would have to put his own preferences aside for the good of the team. Lead by example, and all that.

Sasuke groaned. “Do we have to?”

“ALRIGHT!” Naruto cheered. “Let’s go turn in our report, and then Sensei will treat us to Ichiraku as a team, as a reward for a job well done. Believe it!”

“Wait, I never said—”

“THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT! I’M GONNA GET ROAST PORK AND EXTRA EGG!”

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“Y/N!” your sister shouted. “We need you out here!”

“One second!” you called to the front of Ichiraku. “I’m just trying to figure out how many eggs we’ll need—”

“The eggs can wait!” your father’s voice carried to the stock area.

“Seriously Y/N!” Ayame bellowed again.

You huffed, blowing a tuft of hair from your face and rolling your eyes. “Coming!” Now watch me forget to finish the inventory on eggs, and when we run out, whose fault will it be? Mine.

You grabbed your apron from the wall, securing it behind your back quickly before tying your hair back with a dark green scrunchie. You speared your pen through your hair and hustled through the banner, joining your father and sister in the front of house. Judging by the crowd, you considered that maybe you’d been too hasty with your eye-roll.

“And she graces us with her presence!” Ayame bowed dramatically.

No, the eye-roll was definitely appropriate.

“Where do you want me to start?” you asked.

“Take more orders,” your father answered. “The pork will be ready to slice in three minutes, and we can clear this little backup. By then, we’ll be ready for the next batch.”

“Got it.”

Ichiraku Ramen was a family establishment; founded by your father nearly three decades ago. Business grew even quicker than your family did, and as a result, you and your younger sister Ayame had been raised almost exclusively within the shop. Your father had trained you both in nearly every aspect of the business. Whether it was for the best or not, you and Ayame found yourselves taking to completely opposite aspects of running a ramen shop. She stayed by your father’s side as the face of Ichiraku; prepping and cooking the day away. She turned out to be just as good a chef as your old man, and she truly loved every minute of her long days spent cooking for hours and hours on end. What she lacked, though, was the patience to organize the stock, keep inventory, or tidy up after herself. That was where you came in.

Your time was mostly spent in the back of the shop, worrying over the boring details that actually made the place run. You were always looking into the future, wondering if you should remove a less popular dish from the menu to reduce costs, or calculating whether or not your current supply of scallions would see you through the dinner rush.

Ayame was more likely to worry about whatever was right in front of her. So when she got overwhelmed, it was your job to dig her out of the hole. At least until she eventually got used to juggling both cooking and taking customers’ orders.

You didn’t mind, though. For the most part, bailing your sister out still played to your strengths. There was just something about taking an entire crowd of people and organizing them into groups ready to be fed, both takeout and dine-in. And you could do it all armed with only your pen and paper, not sweating over boiling water and steaming meat.

Not to mention, taking orders let you get your fill of social interaction, and had allowed you to meet some of your favorite people in the world.

“Naruto Uzumaki,” you smiled, seeing that familiar bright yellow hair reach the front of the line. “What can I get my favorite customer today?”

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