#Kakashi's son

[dira333]

[A Child's] Truth

Kakashi Hatake x reader / Kakashi Hatake and his son

requested by @revasserium - I have no idea what this is

His name is Sakumo.

His name is Sakumo and he’s barely two weeks old, tiny hands curled around the blanket he’s wrapped in, tiny nose crunched up as he lets out a first whimper. It’s a warning, the beginning of a storm, eardrum-shattering wails, arms flailing in clear distaste.

His name is Sakumo and Kakashi can’t stop looking at him.

Ages ago, when your relationship had not yet been defined by words, the edges still of it still blurred by fear, he’d brought back a dog from his mission.

It had been a mutt from the streets, its fur a dirty mix between black and white, but his eyes had been a deep and trusting brown. 

He’d called it Ume and brought it home and his instinct had been right. You loved it dearly.

Ume slept in your bed when he was away, and brought in the newspaper early when you refused to wake up after a mission ending late. Sometimes he even came home to Pakkun curled up under Ume’s massive paw.

Kakashi liked to think that your communication did not need words. That it transcended beyond the written or spoken language. 

One time - he had been drunk - he even prided himself in being able to read your desires off the curve of your eyebrows. Thankfully it had only been Guy who had been witness to that and he’d sworn his friend to secrecy back then when it turned out that he, Kakashi, could do many things. But if he could have read your desires he sure as hell would not have come home wasted.

But even with a few hiccups here and there, he knew what you meant when you looked at him and you knew what he meant when he curled his fingers or scrunched up his nose. 

It made his home life quiet and his relationship so unspectacular that even the worst gossipers decided to look past the two of you.

Until you came back home from a mission with a baby bound to your back.

It wasn’t his as much as it wasn’t yours. At least biologically. 

But he could read it from the curve of your eyebrows and the slope of your nose that you had tied your life to this child, had thrown your heart at it and lept after it.

And who was he but your devoted disciple?

“His name is Sakumo.” You told him and placed the tiny bundle into his arms, the red of the blanket so fitting against his Hokage coat. 

Sakumo’s face was scrunched up, his head covered by a fluff of white hair and Kakashi could not lie. He fell in love for the second time in his life.

There is a risk in adopting a child from outside the village.

The information you’d been able to gather about him was sparse but sadly promising. 

He had no other relatives, no Clan to call his own. His mother had died bringing him to life, her last wish uttered as she had wrapped her hands around yours and begged you to take her son in. 

No one would come looking for him and Kakashi, who knew all to well how that felt like, vowed to always look after him.

As a child, he’d learned that there were two worlds.

The one adults made up and the one children had to live in.

Adults like to tell him that his father had been a coward, a disgrace to Konoha, someone not worth remembering.

But Kakashi had known the truth and had to live with the reality. No father, no mother, no one who’d come looking if he didn’t come home from training.

Sakumo would have a different life.

Sakumo would grow up in the Hokage tower and see the village as it is.

Filled with people who tried their best under rules that were meant to be bent when necessary. 

Sakumo would learn the truth.

That those who abandon their comrades are worse than trash, but, even more important, that he’d always have someone looking out for him.

His name is Sakumo Hatake.

He has white hair but is six years old. 

He is the son of Kakashi of the Sharingan but has no Kekkai Genkai. 

He has two dogs but loves cats a little bit more. 

He can tell you a lot of lies, but he knows the truth:

He’s named after his grandfather, a hero.

[equill]

Sukea stuff

Extra: realization

It’s been a while

Panel 1: smile

Comic 2: Caught red handed

you’re his son

Extra: conversation

he just picking on him

Comic 3: You’re grounded.

[slutpoppers]

[sinnbaddie]

Kkg ft their son who did not need to hear that™️

[hraishin]

the implication that the thousand years of death jutsu is a family jutsu broke me fr

[raamitsu]

THAT IS MY G.O.A.T—JO RIGHT THERE AT THE TOP OF THE MOUNT EVEREST 🏔️

[ushisroa]

warnings ; 18+ , nsfw content , pantysniffing , ur fav is a pervert bc i said so

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nasty mfs who can’t get enough of you…

he’s fantasizing about the next time he’ll have you beneath him , thinking of your voice , how much you whine for him , how well you take him & everything he wants to do to you. but it still isn’t enough for him, he needs something to feel and smell off of you right now but you’re out on an errand. what’s the next best thing?… your underwear. he feels awful but he can’t help it, he picks them straight out of the laundry and puts them right to his face. your leftover slick glistening on your underwear , teasing him almost. pressing his tongue against it , he whines instantaneously tasting traces of you leftover and desperately palms a hand over his hardening cock in his underwear. huffing a breath , he pulls his cock out slowly, beads of pre cum sitting on the head.. fuck he’s leaking. pressing your underwear right against his face , his breath hot and heavy as he takes in the smell of you and begins fisting his cock .. hand slowly skimming over his tip as he rolls it back and forth under his hand almost humping it. his skin hot and blistering to the touch, sweat rolling down his back and suddenly everything feels too sticky and all too much as he releases. legs clenching together and his hand fucking himself through his orgasm, tongue lolling out and eyes hitting the back of his skull. you left him alone…. what else was he supposed to do ?

- SIMON “GHOST” RILEY , KONIG , reiner braun , EREN YAEGER (horny bastard isn’t even ashamed) , jean kirstein (wouldn’t be suprised) , armin arlert (he’s a closet pervert ik it) JOSEPH JOESTAR , MISTA GUIDO , jean pierre polnareff, bokuto koutaro, kuroo testuro, hinata shoyou, ATSUMU MIYA (he’s a slut) , GOHAN , son goku, KAKASHI HATAKE , naruto uzumaki , shikamaru nara & any of your other favs

[malifiquemakes]

And finally a double portrait because these two should not be separated 🥹

Thank you @a--ttano and @mabledonut for the requests!

[every-kakashi]

[cynicallyneutral]

sum naruto peeps + kirishima djhsjfhdjdf

[kakashihasibs]

SAKUMO AND KAKASHI

[equill]

The promise you kept.

Extra panel: (liked this version too.)

moving on to sakumo.

Panel 1: Handprint (an older drawing to share)

Panel 2: Punishment.

what if they went for kakashi to hurt sakumo instead.

decided to dump the rest of the drawings together, but the tone shift whiplash is real (I shall do it again)

Comic 2: Bias? Not at all.

extra:

He’s just in a silly mood (he feels no remorse)

Comic 3: Did you say something?

fun idea, kakashi actually picked up his behavior from his father (sakumo version is staring people down, while kakashi is verbal)

[lettered-mind]

[borealwrites]

Whenever there was a storm, Iruka remembers his parents hiding him away. The barrier seals that cover his windows dull the thunder into a low rumble, like how he remembers the sea, and all he can see through the glass is an inky darkness. Those seals are the first ones they teach him, and they tell him to always have them on hand.

When he’s a little older, he asks why he can’t watch the storm like his friends. They tell him that around when he was born, there was a terrible storm that lasted for weeks. In desperation, his grandfather prayed to the storm gods, offering up his newly born grandson as a sacrifice if they would make them stop. And the storms stopped. Unwilling to let such a fate befall their child, his parents took him and fled to Konoha.

Iruka isn’t sure he believes in storm gods, but he loves his parents. Then the kyuubi comes, and suddenly gods don’t seem so fake anymore. So he covers his room at the orphanage and then his apartment with wards, and bites back the defensiveness when Mizuki makes fun of him. It isn’t the thunder and lightning he’s afraid of, it’s what they could bring.

When storms are coming, he can feel his skin crawl, like someone is watching him. Iruka strengthens the wards on his apartment and doesn’t take missions, instead hiding away in the Hokage Tower, where nobody can touch him. Some storms make it feel like someone if pounding at his barriers. On those nights he tucks himself into the corner of his apartment, as far from his windows as he can, and huddles under a blanket, wishing he weren’t so alone.

But Iruka cannot outrun and avoid storms forever. There’s a stillness in the air when he’s assigned a mission with Hatake Kakashi that he cannot refuse. Overhead the clouds are full and heavy with rain, and there’s a tinge of ozone that sets Iruka’s nerves on edge. Thunder rumbles in the distant sky when they find the enemy’s trail, and the clouds burst upon first clash.

It takes every bit of Iruka’s skill to keep from being overwhelmed. The enemy is too strong, and his heart too soft. All the warnings his parents repeated tug at him, and he’s too distracted.

Lightning strikes the tree that Iruka’s opponent is crouched in, close enough he can feel the heat. The air is saturated with enough chakra that Iruka feels drunk off it, even as it makes his hair stand on end. Blinking to clear the searing light from his eyes, Iruka chokes on a gasp.

Before him stands Kakashi, his arm buried in the chest of the now very crispy enemy ninja, sparks of electricity arcing almost lazily across his body. With a flick of his wrist Kakashi’s arm is free, and he glares down at the corpse. Something feels wrong, and while Iruka’s common sense screams at him to move, he feels rooted to the spot. Two eyes, one storm cloud grey and the other heat lightning red, lock onto his.

Kakashi’s hand, the one that had just killed a man, cups Iruka’s cheek. Once, while experimenting with seals, Iruka had shocked himself with a raiton based seal. It had hurt, and left his arm numb for two days. The merest brush of Kakashi’s fingers brings the same feelings for half a second before subsiding into a strange tingling sensation.

“I can finally touch you, my Iruka, my bride,” Kakashi’s voice was a low growl, an almost predatory sound that made Iruka jerk back. As soon as he broke contact with Kakashi, it seemed like all of Iruka’s strength left him. Like a puppet with cut strings he collapsed, and was only saved by Kakashi gathering him into his arms.

“Rest, Iruka. I’ll take care of everything else,” Kakashi cooed, and Iruka found himself helpless to resist. His last thought before he sank into unconsciousness was if his parents would be disappointed he didn’t fight harder.

This can now be found, in an expanded version, on Ao3

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

So I know nothing about Naruto and just found out Rock and Gai aren't actually blood related?? Bruh wtf lmao

i still cant stop thinking about this ask, its the funniest thing ive ever read i' ve never heard someone call him Rock

[kankuroplease]

Hello! For the holiday sketch request, how about some KakaIru being domestic and lovely? Thank you! Love your art 💙

I love them 😭🖤✨