#kakashi digs and digs
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kakashi’s hobby as a kid was digging holes. whether you think of the hatake clan as animalistic and wolfish or if you think them to be humble farmers, it doesn’t matter. kakashi Loves To Dig. with his hands, with a trowel, a shovel or even a fork. he will be digging. minato checking on his murder toddler post-sakumo death just to find him in the backyard, holes everywhere. nothing in them. but it’s unsettling nonetheless. funnier if you make alien queen kaguya his mom cuz then he’s digging crop circles in communication with dear old mama.
kakashi being the quiet, little asshole who loves to dig is very funny to me. someone asks why he’s digging and he shrugs his small shoulders. it just feels Right. he stops digging so much as he gets older but sometimes the urge is too strong and he digs a big hole just to blow off steam. team 7 ask him and he says it’s training to cover up this little idiosyncrasy of his but unfortunately, they take it to mean that they should dig too if they want to get stronger.
konoha has their very own team of mole people essentially.
#kakashi hatake#hatake kakashi#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto uzumaki#uzumaki naruto#sasuke uchiha#uchiha sasuke#haruno sakura#sakura haruno#everyone side eyeing the little freak who digs holes everywhere#digging crop circles to talk to mom#digging to feel joy#digging to get through the anger and grief#digging to forget#digging for leisure#kakashi digs and digs#because it feels Right#sakumo never lives long enough to explain why hatakes dig#so it could be because they are farmers or because they are related to wolves#doesn’t matter#kakashi is genetically predisposed to Digging#he has the dig gene#he has it in spades
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Naruto on a mission to save his village tasked with making a sacrifice to the god of shinobi in return for his villages safety.
As he goes he encounters enemy after enemy until he’s worn thin around the edges and barely capable of picking up a kunai.
that’s exactly when he’s attacked
Only…he doesn’t die? Someone darts in front of him and kills his enemies for him.
When he asks his savior who he is, he says his name is kakashi.
Next thing he knows naruto has himself a travel partner accompanying him to the gods shrine.
they fall for each other along the way, buts it’s only when they’re in a small inn near the shrine that he tells a sleeping kakashi that he loves him.
He would regret it if he didn’t, even if it wouldn’t be for long.
Naruto is the sacrifice after all.
But despite accepting his life as an acceptable exchange for his village’s safety, he doesn’t want to cause kakashi any unnecessary pain by telling him right before he loses him.
So instead, he presses a kiss to Kakashi’s hair, grabs his bag, and leaves for the shrine alone.
When Naruto derobes himself at the foot of the shrine and sends a prayer offering himself for his village, Kakashi’s eyes snap open.
#I wanted an excuse for Naruto to be covered in gold chains and flowing fabrics that hide nothing#and him wearing them as he offers himself up to a god for his village is as good excuse as any#kakashi looking at the bag Naruto’s bringing: what’s in there?#naruto: gold jewelry. it’s part of the sacrafice.#kakashi wondering when his sacrifices went from scrap metal and old kunai to jewelry but kinda digging it: oh that cool. what’s the other#part?#Naruto pointing at the wine he’s supposed to drink to make it less painful: there’s some drinks over there too#kakanaru#kknr
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@irukasenseii asked: ❝ i like it when you’re here. so stay. please? ❞ @ kakashi
Usually, he'd leave after dinner, or a bit later, not wanting to overstay his welcome at the other's house. This night in particular, though...
"You're asking so nicely, how could I say no?" he smiled at him, his mask still lowered from eating dinner, and scooted closer. "Is something bothering you, though?"
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kishimoto: now we don't have time to unpack all of that
#i am digging through my drafts and like. this one was cray zee#sasusaku#do not think too long about how by this point nrt&kakashi had been back on a team w her for months and already seen her showcase her skills#and were still flabbergasted by this display of monstrous power#whereas sasuke had zero exposure to her new abilities since she didn't fight him at all during their part 2 encounters#his last impression of her in combat would have been the chunin exams where the most she could do was wield a kunai in shaky hands#and still. he sees her crack the earth open with her first and just. smiles#(<- has been thinking about it for too long)
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Thinking of an AU where instead of deciding to fight Naruto on the hospital roof Sasuke breaks down and tells Naruto all about the massacure and his memories of what his brother did
And Naruto sits there listening and decides without hesitation that he’s going to help Sasuke get revenge
But not just him, all of team seven
So he gets Kakashi and Sakura and chats it out with them, and they all come to an agreement. Kakashi’s a little iffy at first but this is prime teamwork so he cannot complain
The plan becomes training endlessly to improve all three of them so that they can take Itachi on, and while Sasuke will do the main fighting he will not be alone
#there’s an arc about finding out the truth of the massacure#and Kakashi digging deeper on it with Tenzo and Sasuke#and dragging it all into the light#with Sasuke at the lead#but fully supported
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anyways minitokyo is back up so hopefully sometime today i will be uploading the will of fire drama cd to youtube!
#which i believe will make all the naruto drama cds available online.unless the first shippuden movie had one but idgaf bc kakashis not there#[drama cds for movies specifically. theres more dcds but im not digging up all those]
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#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru

☆ sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasn’t the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basket—it’s right between your legs.. boo!
wc. 6.6k
warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefùcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied bréeding, cunnīlingus / face sītting, bóob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fıngering, squırting, petnames.
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at the gojo’s, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads ‘step if you dare.’ part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didn’t answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, you’d switch with satoru—your jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early you’d take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but it’s to your utmost ‘surprise’ that satoru opens the door.
“oh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?” he’d hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, he’s wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.
with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. “myself,” and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair that’s spikier than usual. satoru’s wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, “who are you even supposed to be.”
“uh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,” and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. “aw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, they’re out with nanami ‘n suguru trick-or-treatin’. just some blocks down,” and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that you’d probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguru—you didn’t have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. “oh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.”
“don’t call me that.”
“just did.”
oh, brother.
the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kids—the memories all came crawling back. the two of you didn’t end off on a bad note—divorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, you’d get the week and he’d get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.
“excuse the mess,” satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. “if i knew you were comin’ over around this hour i’d clean a bit,” and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. “hey. sweetheart, you’re lookin’ down again.”
with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like he’s gotten even more handsome.
satoru gojo was always attractive—there was no doubt about it.
he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.
again, there wasn’t a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.
the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named ‘kakashi’ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just ‘cause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.
satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leaf—honestly, you tuned out.
he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.
“i don’t wanna fight, gojo.”
“hmph. so it’s ‘gojo’ now,” he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughter’s legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. “and i don’t wanna fight either. in fact, i jus’ wanna talk.”
“so . . talk then,” you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.
a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. “soooo,” and it’s an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and he’s got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your hand—your fingers specifically before he slyly coos. “i see you’re still wearin’ your wedding ring.”
shit.
he had a point.
after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did too—he also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women who’d try to hit on him.
you honestly don’t know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surprise—you thought he’d stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.
you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, “shut up.”
satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. he’s so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.
you remember the exact brand too, and it wasn’t exactly cheap either. he’d buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.
there’s so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.
there’s an annoying voice in your brain that’s screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.
you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.
satoru’s eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you don’t— in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,
“make me.”
so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.
not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.
and that’s when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoru’s laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.
glossy - it’s prettier like he’s never seen it, and he can’t help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.
“y’knowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didn’t think you meant sitting on my f—mmph,” and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.
satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.
as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you weren’t laughing.
his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.
“f- fuck,” you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didn’t care about words.
you didn’t care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.
perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoru’s always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.
his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much it’s missed its favorite meal.
curl after fucking curl, he’s leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he can’t help but smell your tangy glacé coated sex.
it’s pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. “h- heh, ‘s this why you came over? to shut me up ‘n use my fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart?”
“god, you talk t.. too much,” you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.
satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.
he’d just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.
a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jaw’s already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.
satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before he’s starting to suck against your clit.
“oh! fuck, right there ‘toru, riiiight there,” and he’s just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. “fuck, fuckin’ spit on it, ‘toru. pleasepleaseee.”
cute.
you’re calling him ‘toru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongue’s doing.
“wifey’s still as nasty as ever,” satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud ‘psh’ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. “mmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.” you peek down at satoru who’s the literal epitome of the word smug.
he’s smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.
you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.
satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.
wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.
with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. “listen to how damn wet she is,” he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. he’s playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. “mhm, i know, i know,” and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second he’s focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.
all six eyes were fixated between your legs—
satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.
he’s nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and you’re letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out ‘m-a-r-r-y m-e’ and as lewd as it was, he’s proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.
he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ‘n locked. satoru’s a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.
“satoru… ngh,” you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. you’re fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. you’re squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. “goddd, ‘m gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.”
“let’s see what she thinks,” he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoru’s entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud ‘pop!’ sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.
fuck, he had such long fingers.
you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being ‘the strongest’ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasn’t fucking kidding . .
“hm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?” and your lips curl up into a pout. he’s serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.
again, you’re just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru can’t help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesn’t get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.
you’re slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. you’re close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.
already, he’s located it like ‘x’ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.
satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . you’ve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.
you couldn’t help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as you’re leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.
it’s carnal, you’re stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, he’s adding in another finger and the spongy pressure that’s being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!
“toru, sato—fuck, ‘m cumming, ‘m gonna cum,” and your words repeated themselves over and over. you’re like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as you’re blissfully coming undone.
satoru’s staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. “ugh, fuuuck.” and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.
satoru’s still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.
you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongue—it felt that good to where it’s like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.
only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. he’s still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.
“yeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,” and you moan as he’s still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. “fuck, y’r so hot when you try ‘ta put me in my place, sweetheart.”
“stop talking,” you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy ‘ugh’ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.
like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.
he’s still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. “oh, what’s this?” he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.
this time though, it’s more sensual. satoru’s taking in every piece of fabric that’s protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.
he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. he’s taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.
“gonna ride me, yeah?” he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.
coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.
just . . one . . more,
right?
well, that’s what you told yourself.
but all that went out the window the second you’re aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. it’s like a game of chess. he’s waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.
two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.
his tip—it’s got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.
it’s rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.
and it does - it definitely does.
“ohhh fuck,” you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.
satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as you’re still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldn’t help but feel you everywhere.
starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. “god, don’t know how much i missed you ‘n your smart mouth,” and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. “missed this ass just as much.”
“bet you did,” you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. he’s huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoru’s girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.
he’s got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. it’s a feeling you’ll probably never get used to.
“what’s with the smirk? somethin’ funny?”
“you, baby,” satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as you’re trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.
satoru’s sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. “all that talk ‘n you still can’t take me. thought i trained my wife’s pussy good,” and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. “guessss not!”
“fuck you.” you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.
pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.
satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as he’s got your wrists restrained against your back.
satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.
god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.
“fuck you,” he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you weren’t even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.
from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.
your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. “myyy, what a fuckin’ mess,” and you suck your teeth, feeling satoru’s loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.
the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. “still wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,” he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. “ooh, she likes that,” and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. “fuuck, she’s achin’ for it. look at that pretty ‘lil throb. so cute.”
“are you gonna fuck me or n—”
“listen, honey,” and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. he’s so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.
inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. “i’m gonna fuck you,” he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. “might as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while ‘m at it,” and you moan once he’s slowly starting to sink his way in.
satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.
his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, he’s just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.
satoru could stare at you all day if he could. “f- fuh—fuck,” you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like ‘o’ the moment he’s easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.
your tummy dips from each inch that’s gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until he’s starting to gruffly groan. satoru’s already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.
it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussy’s holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. “ ‘toruuu, ‘s fuckin’ big.”
“allll for you,” he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as he’s starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. “all. for. you,”
and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.
the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .
you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.
satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.
it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.
satoru’s got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and he’s got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skin—each smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.
you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.
heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then again—it’s satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckin’ kind..
his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like it’s been ages, and it kinda has.
with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. it’s a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, “ah ah. where ya goin'?” he reels you right back into him. he’s so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. “aw, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. “wanna hear my wife’s pretty voice. y’r sloppy pussy’s nice but i wanna—ngh, hear you.”
“ex-wife,” you correct him again, and you know he’s just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. “hnghh. stupid-,” you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.
you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.
he had the type of dick where it’d make you question your life choices—so good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.
you’re pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesn’t even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.
and his stamina . . oh,
it never changed once he aged—he had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.
“whaaat’s that?” satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. it’s safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.
satoru’s got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.
he’s amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. “such a brat, bet you don’t slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?”
you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. “mmh. maybe i do. ‘s none of your business.”
“oh girl, please,” satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.
you still couldn’t get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.
the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as he’s still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckin’ deep before satoru starts to slow down.
with a wet ‘plop!’ he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. “fuuck,” and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.
you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.
your pussy’s pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.
as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like you’re saying ‘what happened?’
“so . . fuckin’ hot,” satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.
he heard your melodic ‘oooh’ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru can’t help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. “ah, can’t forget about my favorite girls,” and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoru’s hips start to get sloppy and his cock’s just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. “so pretty ‘n plump. . all mine.”
satoru continues to fondle your breasts as he’s ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. he’s moaning against your ear right with you, and satoru’s starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.
his cock’s rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. it’s smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. “fuck, fuck me,” you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.
“greedy ‘lil thing,” satoru huffs, and as he’s still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoru’s massaging your walls so good that it’s like he’s putting a wicked spell on your pussy.
you could barely even sit up anymore, and he’s holding your hips firmly. “mmhhh, gettin’ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.”
“how about you stop talking-”
“how about i edge you ‘n let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?”
radio silence.
you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.
“uh huh. ‘s what i thought,” and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.
his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.
the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoru’s abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. “hah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.”
“fuck,” you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.
satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. “heh, fuck? that’s not an answer, silly.”
“inside, fuckin’ finish inside, ‘toru,” you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.
you’ve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like they’ve had just about enough.
“nuh uh, manners sweetheart. don’t act brand new,” he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoru’s slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. he’s back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, “ ‘pretty pleaseee’, c’mon baby. talk to me nice.”
with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, “fuck you.”
“hah, you’re a trip, y’know that?” and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.
as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. “it’s ‘fuck me’ ‘n yet you’re bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckin’ me,” and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.
within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voice—
it’s sexy, and satoru’s feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. it’s cute, the way how you’re so impatient but such a brat.
the woman he always knew - his wife.
“sato—satoruuu,” you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, “fine, pretty please.”
“pretty please what, sweetheart?”
he’s annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like it’s some repetitive sacred mantra.
with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, “pretty please . . cum inside, ‘toru. please.”
“atta girl, use those words,” he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. “god, this tummy,” he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.
satoru’s body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and that’s when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.
you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. “mhm, you’d look so pretty plump ‘n round again for me, baby,” and satoru’s starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his high’s approaching at a hasty speed. “prettiest fuckin’ mommy. fuck, ‘m gonna give you so much.”
white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behind—skin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, “fuck!” you’re moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoru’s strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as you’re barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.
when it arrives, it’s quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as he’s slowly pumping you full of ribbons ‘n ribbons of cum.
pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. “fuuuck,” you breathe, hearing satoru’s groans overshadow your noises. he’s always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.
he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoru’s eyes flicker down toward the mess that’s being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.
bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.
gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. he’s missed filling you up like this - so so bad.
satoru nearly slips out a whine as he’s dumping his all into you—casually filling you to the brim, and that’s when his hips start to get even sloppier.
he was a mess, and you’ve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussy’s all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.
a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldn’t help but pull out. it’s a squishy lewd ‘pop’ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. “god, look at how pretty she is after a good fillin’,” he huffs, and you’re still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. you’re lying on your back, meeting his gaze.
you’ve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.
he didn’t even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and that’s when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.
“can’t . . let it go to waste,” he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.
slowly, he’s lapping up the remnants of his cum that’s spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. “mmh.”
“s- satoru,” you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.
with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. “kiss me.”
“heh, that’s my girl,” he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. he’s been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.
he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. you’ve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoru’s lips as he’s making out with you.
it’s intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.
satoru’s sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. “fuckin’ woman,” he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.
you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.
it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..
satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before that’s when you abruptly pull away.
“h..hey,” he huffs, and he’s entirely flustered. satoru’s got heart eyes in his pupils, and he’s very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. “what’s— ah.”
like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kids—satoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.
as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.
fuck it.
fuck him - literally.
“lie back,” you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. you’re getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.
like a dog – he’s obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.
“oh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?” satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.
it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ‘n forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. “shit,” he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. “f- fine. but this means . . you’ll give me another chance?”
you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. “we’ll see.”
“i’ll take it,” satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second you’re starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.
he’s still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoru’s abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.
“do your worst fuckin’ then,” satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.
as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.
“m- make your husband proud, wifey.”
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“Keep going, angel— Fuuuck…” His fingers dig into your soft hips.
His eyes boring at the sight of your pink panties against his boxer. He can’t stop leaking pre-cum and it’s evident due to the big splotch on his boxers. But you’re one to talk, your panties are damp as you drag your clothed clit against his throbbing bulge.
Slow, agonising movements against his cock that twitches under you. Pressing hard against the fabric as if wishing it would rip.
Your movements speed up. Pressure building up.
The knot is tight and you have to steady yourself by clenching the fabric of his shirt. His hands tentatively helping you with your movements. Nothing in your head but grind, grind, grind.
And it snaps.
You feel your walls flutter and your body twitches as your orgasm crashes over you. He groans. He loves watching you use him for your own pleasure. Watching you work for it.
His hands slide down your hips, to your panties. Two fingers drag the fabric to the side. He then frees his cock and eases it into you. Feeling your walls clench and spasm around him. How the nectar of your high coats him.
“My turn.” He whispers into your ear.
He loves fucking you while you’re sensitive.
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GOJO, TOJI, KAKASHI, Choso, Megumi, Ichigo, Bakugo
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༝ ᭝ ༝ REALISTIC SEX / SCENARIOS WITH NARUTO MEN ༝ ᭝ ༝
⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi, neji, sasuke, kakashi ⋆
master list
cw ; MDNI — reader has trouble reaching an orgasm with itachi, neji struggles to get hard, not sure if it’s classified as somnophilia with sasuke but he wakes you up by playing with your pussy, kakashi cums too fast + he eats you out afterwards.
ᯓ★ dividers created by me.
༝ ᭝ ༝ itachi ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
There are moments when your mind and body seem to disconnect.
Times, like the present, when Itachi leads you to bed with the intention of tasting your orgasm on his tongue, fingers curled straight into your g-spot. Itachi never fails to paint a pretty picture between your legs, eyes heavy lidded as he stares up at you, warm tongue licking your clit in a strong, steady rhythm. There’s an ache in your chest from the view.
Your brain screams with desire for your husband, frustration starting to well up in your throat because you’re trying with all your might to cum for him. Clenching the muscles in your pelvis, holding your breath until the knot in your lower belly goes taught. But it’s like sand slipping through your fingers any time Itachi moves so much as a centimeter out of place.
It’s not his fault. Itachi’s been diligent in his efforts to arouse you. Working out the tense knots hiding in your back and shoulders, kissing you until you’re dizzy, whispering praise and sweet, filthy nothings in your ear. He’s been eating your pussy for at least fifteen minutes.
Gritting your teeth, you push the heel of your palm against Itachi’s forehead, eyes stinging with defeat. “Itachi, baby, you can stop. It’s not gonna happen.”
Itachi pulls back to stare up at you in concern, deep voice soothing. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I’m happy to continue.” The pads of his fingers pet over your g-spot as proof, and the jolt of pleasure coaxes a soft moan from your lips.
You nod. “I’m sure,” you murmur. Itachi hums, lips cherry red, and there’s a sense of loss when he frees his fingers. He crawls up beside you and shifts to lay flat on his back.
“Would you be interested in riding me? I know it helps you reach your peak much quicker.” Itachi extends a hand your way. You glance between the small, encouraging smile on his face and the rock hard cock resting on his pelvis.
You grip his hand and straddle his hips. He’s irresistible.
“Are you okay with this position?” Your voice is breathy, anticipation buzzing in your veins. Raising up to your knees you reach down to steady his shaft, sliding the tip between your lips and line him up with your pussy. You begin to sit down, enjoying the slow stretch his cock provides, and don’t bother to wait for his answer.
Itachi white knuckles your hips, gasping, and digs his thumbs into the bone. “I — oh god, you know I’ll have you any way,” he manages to say through a moan.
With that, you brace your hands on Itachi’s flushed chest and start to bounce in his lap. Strong hands find their way to your butt and help support your movement, Itachi’s biceps flexing each time he pushes you upwards. Your husband’s right, as usual, and when you get close to the edge you sit with your ass flush to his pelvis, rolling your hips back and forth, and moan his name as his tip presses snug to your g-spot.
After your first orgasm, it’s much easier for Itachi to draw a second one from you. Only this time, your face is in the sheets and your ass is in the air.
༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Neji is smart.
A prodigy, a genius, a phenomenal sensei — one of the highest ranked shinobi in all of Konoha. There’s no argument that Neji wears a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, and he returns home worn to the bone most evenings. You miss him, but he loves it, and the ache in your heart quiets when he manages to secure a day for you to spend together.
So naturally, sometimes, even when Neji’s belly burns white hot with arousal, he struggles to get hard.
He’s tired.
But even so, Neji’s throat still vibrates with a low moan when you plant a kiss in the hollow of it, sucking the skin between your lips, biting down and rolling it between your teeth. His fingers find your hair and thread through, content to ride along for the journey as you kiss his collarbone, over the defined muscle of his pecs, all the way down until your tongue runs along the crease of his inner thigh. He smells clean, like his body wash, and his knee jerks in response.
He avoids your ribs by an inch.
His cock’s filled out a quarter of the way by the time you reach it. It doesn’t deter you in the slightest. You lick from base to tip and Neji chokes on his next breath, head thrown into the pillow, when you swallow his soft, warm cock like you’re starving. Neji cries out and your scalp stings, hair wound tight around his fingers.
“Baby,” Neji breathes, voice cracking, and his hips buck up because he can’t quite sit still. “Don’t stop, please.”
You hollow your cheeks and suck, working him with your tongue until the muscle in your jaw aches. Despite your best efforts, Neji remains half hard. Even when you use your fingers to squeeze and play with his balls.
Neji’s noise of frustration pulls your mouth from his cock, watching it slap wet and sticky against his pelvis. You push up and sit on your calves, sending your husband a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Neji. I don’t mind using my fingers.”
Nevermind that your pussy is so wet it spreads to your inner thighs whenever you shift your weight.
His face twists, distaste obvious. “I want you,” he affirms, pushing up to his elbows. “Talk to me.”
One of your eyebrows hikes up. “Talk to you?”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he clarifies, a dusty pink blossoming on his cheeks. His gaze stays firm.
You take Neji’s cock in hand, squeezing, stroking once. He’s still slick with your saliva. The heat of embarrassment crawls up your neck and you swallow your hesitation. “Neji,” you begin lowly, voice thick with lust. “Please. I need you to use your pretty cock and fuck me. My pussy is so empty without you, I need my husband.”
Neji’s breath hitches, cock swelling fully in your palm as you stroke him faster, twisting your wrist. Neji sits straight up, catches you by the forearm, and pushes you onto your back.
With little fanfare, Neji settles between your thighs. He slides inside you to the hilt, pushes your knees to your chest, and promises, “I’m going to make you cum on my cock.”
༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Sasuke looked…good, tonight. Really good.
So much so that you’d been staring at him without an ounce of shame for the last ten minutes as he cut vegetables for dinner. It’s impressed you since the beginning how fluid he moves with one arm.
For awhile, the only noise in the room was the sharp crunch of Sasuke’s knife slicing through various veggies.
“Enjoying the show? Anything I can do to improve your viewing pleasure?” Sasuke’s voice rings out, the playful lilt to it showcasing his teasing. He shifts his head to glance at you out the side of his eye, hair swaying just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his rinnegan.
“Well,” you begin, dragging out the word as you rise from your chair and saunter up behind your husband. Your arms wrap around his waist, hugging him tight, and you relax into the heat bleeding through his shirt. “If you take your shirt off, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
Sasuke’s quiet laugh makes you bury your face further into his back, smiling to yourself. “Is that so? What if I get cold?” Sasuke chops straight through a cucumber.
“I’ll keep you warm,” you promise, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. Sneaky fingers slip under his shirt, tracing feather light over the skin right above his waistband. Sasuke’s breath catches, and goosebumps are waiting for you by the time your fingers trail over his ribs.
Sasuke sets his knife down on the cutting board and snatches one of your hands before it vanishes below his sweats. “After dinner.”
You pout, but respect his decision and untangle yourself from Sasuke.
As soon as you’ve finished eating you climb into your husband’s lap to make out with him, ignoring the movie you’d put on as if it never existed. Sasuke eventually maneuvers you out of his lap, stands, and leads you to your room. Once your clothes are scattered across the bed you shove Sasuke onto his back and resume straddling his hips, bracing your hands by his head, tits in his face as he cups one and sucks on your tender nipple.
He’s half hard beneath you, moaning with each roll of your pussy back and forth along his cock. Your clit throbs with flickers of pleasure, but soon you find the heavy fatigue of the day catching up to you out of nowhere, battling the urge to lay down beside him and sleep. You want Sasuke, there’s no doubt, but you can tell his heart’s not in it. Neither is yours.
Your hips come to a halt, hand lifting from the bed to brush the hair off his forehead. “Sasuke,” you murmur, toes curling lightly as he sucks your nipple once more and releases it with a pop.
“Hm?” He asks, meeting your gaze.
You give him a sheepish smile. “Would you rather have sex in the morning?”
You’d be offended by the relief in Sasuke’s eyes if you weren’t feeling the exact same. You slide off his lap and snuggle into his chest after he nods, arousal fading and drowsiness weighing you down instead.
You’re expecting it when slender fingers shake you from the haze of sleep in the morning, pressed to your clit and rubbing in steady circles, blood heating and thickening into something sweet like honey.
Sasuke shifts lower in his place behind you, warm breath tickling the nape of your neck. He clutches your thigh and lifts, nudging his tip to your pussy. With a slow press, he seals you together, pausing with his hips flush to your ass as his cock throbs.
Sasuke fucks you slow and deep, the perfect pace for a sleepy morning spent tangled in the sheets.
༝ ᭝ ༝ kakashi ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
After Kakashi passed the mantle of Hokage to Naruto, you assumed your husband would have more free time.
To be fair, for the most part, your theory rings true.
Sometimes, however, Kakashi is sent to deal with short missions. Which by all means isn’t an issue, but now and then he’ll get delayed. Stuck out in the field for weeks instead of days.
In the grand scheme of your relationship with Kakashi, two weeks is a minuscule amount of time to go without sex. Especially after all the years Kakashi spent coming and going on assignments before he took over as Hokage.
You’d just gotten used to getting Kakashi’s dick on a semi regular basis is all, so the two weeks he’d been gone this time felt like months. The day he returned, Kakashi got stuck doing debriefs before returning home to take the hottest bath known to mankind.
You remained patient. Barely. Lounging on your bed, staring at the ceiling until your eyes crossed waiting for your husband. As soon as he wanders into the bedroom, leaving wet footprints all over the floor, you hop off the bed and shove at his stomach, forcing him to land on the mattress. It knocks the wind out of him, eyes going wide as you yank his towel free.
“Fuck,” Kakashi groans, voice somewhat strained. “You miss me that much baby girl?” You place a knee on the bed, falling forward to crawl up the bed and straddle Kakashi. His hands shoot out, clinging to your hips while you sit down heavy in his lap.
Kakashi’s chest is firm and warm when your palms make contact, bracing your weight, pushing in close with a teasing grin. “I only missed your dick.”
He laughs, eyes crinkling at the sides. “Just my dick? Not the person attached to it?” Kakashi snakes his arms around your waist, hugging you to his chest, and traps your arms between your bodies. Your forehead playfully knocks against his.
“That’s correct. Just your dick, not the husband connected.”
Kakashi pouts. Then the world shifts and you squeak as Kakashi throws his weight to the side, rolling and crushing you, nestling himself snug between your thighs. “That’s mean, I’m hurt. Heartbroken!”
Your lips tug upwards as you squirm to free your arms, running them up his biceps, his shoulders, and frame the sides of his neck. “Aw my poor baby, will it help if I kiss it better?”
“I’m fatally wounded by your words, but I suppose you can try,” he teases, wearing a coy grin that rivals your own. You laugh and guide him down into a kiss, lips meeting hot and slick. Lust gathers rich and honeyed in your lower belly.
You’ve missed him so much, the sensation similar to tiny blades slipping between your rib cage. Kakashi whispers sweet nothings to you as he strips you bare, pussy pulsing from the nasty words. The entirety of your focus becomes centered on his cock when he slides home, forgoing the foreplay in favor of having you wrapped around him.
Kakashi picks up a quick rhythm, hooking your knees over his elbows, bending you in half, and snaps his hips as if he’s chasing a sweet pleasure that remains an inch out of reach.
Fingers locking tight around his biceps, pleasure coils tight and hot in your pelvis, thighs twitching the closer you get. Kakashi lets out a telltale moan that pitches higher at the end, a surefire sign that he’s this close to cumming, and your eyes fly open. Your husband’s are squeezed shut, lips parted as he pants.
You smack his chest, startling his eyes open wide. “K-Kakashi! Don’t you fucking dare cum yet!” You warn, his cock jerking in response.
Kakashi shivers. “I —,” he cuts himself off with a cry, shoving himself in until his hip bones are digging into your ass, grinding hard as a new warmth blooms inside you. Your own high fades fast into the background.
You wiggle with enough force that he drops your legs. “Kakashi you jerk! I was so close!”
“I’m sorry! Two weeks is a long time!” He defends, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, expression sheepish. Kakashi’s now soft cock slips free, and he scoots down onto his belly, face to face with your pussy. “I won’t leave you on the edge, I promise baby.”
The insult you were about to hurl at him disappears when his soft tongue drags up the seam of your pussy, lips parting under the gentle pressure. “Play with yourself,” he murmurs, kissing your clit once before placing his tongue where his cock had been, not the least bit bothered by the taste of his own release.
The relief of your fingers finding your clit is dizzying, rubbing tight, fast circles that arch your spine. Heat surges and resurfaces, the pleasure manipulated with ease by your fingers. As soon as that knot starts to release in your belly your fingers thread through Kakashi’s white hair, jerking his mouth to your clit. He follows your silent plea, lips sealing and tongue flicking to push you over the edge.
Heat prickles through your limbs, a soft cry of his name spilling past your lips. He only quits when you shove at his forehead, hips twitching away from his mouth. He dips his tongue in your pussy before pulling away, choosing to raise up and sit on his knees instead. His lips and chin are shiny.
“So….,” He begins, patting your inner thigh a few times in comfort once you’ve melted into the mattress.
You pry an eye open to peak at his cheeky smile. “You’re forgiven.”
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Preferences |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki, and Kakashi Hatake.
Summary: Body type preferences???
Warnings: NSFW!!! They're all short but explicit so, yknow, beware.
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Sasuke Uchiha
Honestly speaking, he doesn't care all that much. He doesn't pay much mind to physical appearance when he's actually considering someone. He's more worried about them meeting his ridiculously high standards when it comes to things like power and tolerability.
But he'd be lying if he said he didn't prefer someone with a little more in the back.
He walks a bit behind you when possible just to get a peak at your plump figure. He likes to trail his hand from a respectable place on your waist down towards your ass. He'll brush his hands over your behind, occasionally he'll offer a little squeeze if he's feeling frisky.
He prefers the cushion, the feel of his thighs and hips hitting something soft. He likes to hit it from the back, just because of the endless possibilities he has to get a taste. Petting, gripping, groping, spanking, anything just to show your nice ass some attention.
Shikamru Nara
There's nothing in this world that can't be fixed by lying on your chest. No amount of bothersome people or troublesome missions can ruin the utter bliss that is your soft tits after a long day.
They're truly the perfect pillow. Your warm body heat, your squishy chest, and the sound of your heartbeat never fail to calm his mind and ease him into what's bound to be a wonderful nap.
It's even better when you're on top of him, leaning down to give him a kiss as you roll your hips against his. The view is immaculate and all he can do is sigh in appreciation.
Maybe he's the one on top, sending slow thrusts your way. He dips his head against your chest so he can kiss, lick, bite, suck- whatever, as long as it means he gets to touch your pretty tits.
Naruto Uzumaki
He really hadn't given it much thought. Sure, Jiraiya was always going on and on about women, but Naruto was busy with a million other things.
But that was then and this is now, and this is you.
All he could think about was how good you looked in the latest modification to your uniform. He's not a pervert, he swears, but it's like your tits are calling to him. They're sat so pretty, practically on display for him and he can't help but oggle.
It doesn't help the way you push your arms together as you gush about your day to him. He doesn't know if you do it on purpose or not, but he absolutely buys into it any opportunity he gets.
One moment you're talking and he's listening, and the next he's just... not. His gaze is fixated on your chest and you immediately notice. You can't help but laugh and he can't help but watch as your chest jiggles ever so slightly at the action.
You pull at his hand, snapping him out of whatever dirty thoughts are running through his head, and lead him further into your home, straight to the bedroom.
Kakashi Hatake
He's a coneseuir of sorts. His preferred genre of books and practical experience have given him the tools to appreciate all body parts equally.
That being said, he's absolutely a thigh guy.
He's not quiet about his love for your legs. He'll stare and give snarky compliments when he's inevitably caught.
He'll take whatever you're willing to give. He'll bury his face between your thighs and groan when you squeeze them around his head as you cum. He'll fold you in half, digging his calloused fingers into your soft flesh. He'll run his hands up and down them when you're on top, only stopping to give you soft squeezes of approval.
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Naruto boys calling you ma’am ──☆*:・゚
!Slightly suggestive!
Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆
Naruto🦊-*
He’s sassy so ofc he’s gunna piss you off by calling you “ma’am” making you feel old. Normally when you scold him over stupid things he refers to you as that-
“Did you think about how dangerous that is?!” “No ma’am!” “use your little head before doing something dumb!” “Yes ma’am!” “ok stop with the ma’am I feel like a teacher scolding a bad student” “what you gunna smack me with a ruler?” Rolls eyes “I will if you don’t keep quiet!” “Whatever you say! Ma’am~” “I’ll be back with the ruler.” “WHAT?!”
Sasuke🗡️-*
He uses it nonchalantly or when he’s being goofy. Like everytime he leaves home you always say “be safe baby” and he always responds with “yes ma’am.” In a serious tone. He knows you worry that one day he may not come back so he must reassure you!
“Be safe Sasuke. I expect you home by 10!” “Yes ma’am, i will I promise. I must go now! I’ll see you at dinner darling” you whisper “it’s cute when you call me that” right before he closes the door (he heard it anyways)
Itachi🥀-*
He is such a good boyfriend honestly. He’s the kind of guy to do little tasks for you when you ask. So normally when your to lazy all you gotta do is ask him to do it instead!
“Tachi, can you please get me some more water?” “Yes ma’am!!!” Very rare times you ask him to do something without him responding with a “yes ma’am~”
Kakashi🍃-*
His mouth gets himself in trouble, sometimes he says things that could be viewed a different way without realizing it. For example he once said you remind him of a frog. I don’t know how it’s a compliment but he meant it as one…which obviously you didn’t know
“ARE YOU CALLING ME AN UGLY FROG KASHI?!” “N-no ma’am! That’s not what I mea-” “NO I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANNNN! YOU THINK IM SLIMEY TOAD” you start smiling once you realize how silly this really is “no I swear I meant it in a nice way!!!” “WELL-…did you call me ma’am?” “Uhm…depends do you not like it” you chuckle “no I don’t mind, it’s cute.” He lets out a sigh of relief “well I guess I’ll call you that more often?~”
Kiba🐺-*
Like kakashi his mouth gets him in trouble, exept Kiba does it on purpose to try and get a rise out of you he likes it when your rough ofc that means he just teases as much as possible, but then he tries acting all innocent
He’s on his knees directly infront of your legs waiting for you to look at him “I know what your doing Kiba. It’s not gunna work” he flashes the puppy eyes “well I’m not doing anything y/n🥺” “so your serious not trying to get a rise out of me?” “Noooo ma’am” you grab his face with your hand rather aggressively“is this want you want puppy?” A very quiet “Yes” could be heard from him
Shikamaru🀄️-*
He only calls you ma’am when you nag him about doing chores or helping you cook, he knows he can’t say no but “maam” is his only way of back talk
“Hey Shika be a dear and take out the trash” “ahhh yes anything for you ma’am.” He responded in the most sarcastic voice he could make “watch that tone babe!” “Yeah yeah whatever, such a pain” “I’ll show you pain.” A water bottle was soon thrown directly at his head LOL
Shino🪲-*
Call me weird but I feel like if he was going to call you something like that he would call you mistress instead but that’s for another time! When he does call you ma’am it’s mostly because he admires your leadership. You guys would be testing battle strategy and when you command him into a certain position you could here his cheerful “yes ma’am” while he runs into position
Neji🎋-*
He only uses it to get out of trouble actually. When he does something he isn’t supposed to he tries lying abt what he did
“Neji. Were you in my drawers?” “What!!! No ma’am that is absurd I would never dig through your shirt drawer!” You look at him with a blank stare “I never said it was my shirt drawer. Time to fess up pretty.” He sighs loudly. “Fine yes. But only because I missed your scent!!!” “Awwwww…kinda creepy but cute!!”
Lee🥋-*
Your like his own personal Inspirator. You give him pep talk like every single day and being the energy ball he is he is so hyped to hear about it
“Are you gunna train hard today?” “Yes ma’am!” “And you going to be proud of yourself no matter what?!” “Yes ma’am!!!!!” “Are you not gunna over work yourself for me?” “YES MA’AM!!!!”
Choji🍥-*
Again he takes your authority very seriously! So ma’am is fitting when your taking charge of every day things. Even if your not trying to be all serious he will always respect your power but he also looks to you for guidance
“Hey handsome you said you needed me?” “Yes y/n-chan. I figured you could help me with this?” You sigh “the only way I’ll be of help is if you do what I tell you too, can you…do that?” “Yes ma’am! I’m a very good listener!” You giggle “cute now let’s get started”
Gaara⏳-*
He has mommy issues and your strong and independent ofc he’s gunna call you names like that and ask for you to take care of him?! You love babying him anyways but it’s always so cute when he’s had a rough day mentally wise and the first thing he does is go to you
“Y/n, may we please have some alone time…” he asked shyly “of course rose, bad mental day?” You open your arms to him “yes ma’am. It was hard today.” He comments before hopping in your arms waiting for you to make everything better
Kankuro🪆-*
He calls you ma’am when your all mad at him for being bratty “but I was just checking out your new pants!” “You expect me to believe that you were just looking at my pants and not my ass?” “Yes ma’am” kinda like Kiba he wants you to be rough with him ok. He’s just trying to tease so you do something about it which you don’t because your strong, and it’s funner to just calling him a brat and watching him squirm at the insults

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Aaah I just wanted to say I loved your ‘men who’ Naruto post and I wanted to request a nsfw one if possible? 💕💕
You can ignore if you don’t write nsfw or if you don’t feel comfortable doing it
Men who…
Featuring - Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Neji, Choji, Might Guy, Naruto, Rock Lee, Iruka, Sai, Kiba, Sasori, Juugo, Gaara, & anyone else you see fit <3
Rating - Explicit
A/N - Luckily for you, anon, I do write nsfw and I’d be more than happy to fulfill your request; ty for the ask nd I hope you enjoy 💞💞
Song choice - B.A.S (Megan Thee Stallion)
Men who could easily spend hours between your legs, ignoring the sting of the tight grip you hold on their hair just to get a few more minutes of peace. Nights like this aren’t often, so why take it for granted; they’re finally free from their usually busy schedules and for them, there’s no better way to fill in the rare free time than spending it pleasing you.
You can’t remember how many orgasms they’ve already ripped from you, the erotic sound of wet, sloppy slurping permeates throughout the room as they work their skilled mouth between your legs.
Your thighs in their calloused hands as your legs helplessly dangle from their shoulders, nails digging into your palm as you clench your fists together, soon finding home in your partners scalp—roughly tugging at their locks, pulling them closer.
You were barely able form a coherent thought at this point, but you knew you were painfully close to your release; coarse, broken moans and cries of their name was the only thing that fell from your lips. They knew you were close just by the way your grip tightened on their locks as you rode their face in search of release, the sudden vibration of them letting out a few groans against your core was enough to push you off the edge of release once more.
Your grip weakened as you came down from your crashing orgasm, coating their mouth and lower chin in a mix your juices and their saliva; the sight of them in this state was painfully lewd. Messy, disheveled hair gently covering their eyes as they looked up at you, their bare body beautifully illuminated by the lit nightstand lamp, bare skin lightly damp with their sweat, chest heaving as they caught their breath—they looked beautiful, a literal piece of art.
(Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Neji, Choji, Might Guy, whoever you see fit)
Men who lack skill but make up for it in enthusiasm. The only experience they’ve had were the restless nights they would spend panting into their palm while fucking their fist to the thought of you; and fuck were there many nights like that, but nothing could’ve prepared them for the real thing. Your warmth greedily taking them back in with every deep, sloppy thrust of theirs as you cried their name between choked out moans.
They easily reached that certain spongy spot that made you see stars, bullying their cock against it with each and every sloppy rough thrust of theirs; they just couldn’t help it, you were so perfect, the warmth you provided them, the feeling of your hole greedily sucking them back in every time they pulled back, these new feelings were dangerously addictive to them.
The pesky knot in your lower stomach finally snapped as you came from the excessive stimulation, limbs falling weak as you were close to collapsing onto the bed.
Their nails digging crescent shaped indents into your hips as they brought you up closer to them, the sight of their shaft coated in a pearly white mix of your fluids and their precum was enough to send them over the edge.
Leaning in and biting into your shoulder as they came, painting your insides in their seed with a muffled groan; their weight against your back as they catch their breath from their crashing orgasm. They couldn’t believe what they just did, and with you out of all people; it was like a dream for them. You could hear them whisper out a few broken I love you’s between breaths before leaving a few kisses in their wake and slowly picking back up on their thrusts, this time with a bit more experience on how to please you.
(Naruto, Rock Lee, Iruka, Sai, Kiba, Sasori, Juugo, Gaara, Whoever you see fit)
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"Hatake Sakumo Support Group" or "A tiny Leader"
This post about Sakumo by @badninken made me dig out my very old sketch of baby Obito and baby Kakashi gathering a support group to help Sakumo cope with his depression. @maireyart and i had been imagining a tiny leader Obito who would've absolutely taken action if he'd known the truth about Kakashi's dad.
#uchiha obito#hatake kakashi#obkk#tiny obkk#mydrawings#kid kakashi#kid obito#i tried a new coloring approach - took me quite a lot of time#can you recognize the adult characters in here? hehe
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Unmasking desire (Kakashi Hatake x Reader)

Anime: Naruto
Synopsis: In the shadows of the village, an unmasking desire threatens to consume them both.
Part 1 Part 2
Warnings: 2 parts, slow burn, fluff, smut with plot, sex, masturbation, oral (female receiving), edging, after care
Part 1 – Unmasking Shadows
The mask hides everything—your guilt, your exhaustion, the hollow shell you’d become. Under Danzo, you weren’t a person, just a weapon. Your telepathic abilities—deeper and sharper than the Yamanaka’s—had been used to shatter minds, tear through memories, destroy lives. You stopped keeping track of how many long ago.
Danzo was dead. The news hit like a jolt, but not with relief. Freedom wasn’t freedom when you were haunted by what you’d done. Now Konoha, desperate for soldiers, turned to you and the other ex-ANBU. You stayed, but not just because of loyalty. Guilt anchored you here, whispering that redemption might lie ahead if you fought hard enough.
The meeting hall was cold, the air thick with unspoken regrets. The weight of the past hung over every ex-ANBU like a second skin.
Kakashi Hatake arrived with urgency, his presence commanding attention without force. He didn’t waste time. His gaze swept over the group—calculated, assessing—before stopping briefly on you. The pause was subtle, but you felt it. So did he. Why was he looking at me like that? I wasn’t used to being seen. Not after everything. Maybe it was nothing—but it didn’t feel like nothing
“Your skills are unmatched,” he said, his voice steady, speaking to all of you “The village needs you now more than ever. I won’t pretend to understand what you’ve been through, but this is your chance to fight for something real.”
You barely heard the rest, your heart pounding for reasons you didn’t understand. When his eye met yours again, it lingered. It wasn’t just him looking at you—you could feel something, faint but undeniable, like recognition. Kakashi felt it too, though he masked it well.
“Any questions?” he asked. No one spoke. He hesitated briefly, then added, “You don’t have to be perfect. Just willing.”
His gaze locked onto you again. You hadn’t realized your nails were digging into your arm until he spoke directly to you. His gaze didn’t waver, and for the first time in years, someone was waiting for an answer—not a mission, not a kill order, just an answer.
“What’s your name?” Your throat tightened. Danzo’s ANBU didn’t have names.
“I—” you started, voice breaking “It doesn’t matter”
“It matters,” Kakashi said softly, his tone meant only for you. “If it didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”Something in his voice broke through your defenses, but you barely understood why.
“I’ll fight,” you said, shaky but determined.
His eye softened as he nodded. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
He turned away when someone else spoke up, but the moment lingered. You felt his gaze on you again, quieter now, almost searching.
“We all have something to prove,” he said, almost to himself, but his words clung to you like a mark.
You didn’t know what he’d seen in you. And you weren’t sure which scared you more—that he saw you, or that you felt drawn to him, even now.
Part 2– Silent Connections
The war had ended, but its echoes still lingered in Konoha. Lives were rebuilt, alliances strengthened, but scars—both seen and unseen—remained. Kakashi had taken on the mantle of Hokage, stepping into the light as the leader of the village. You and the remaining ANBU were reassigned to serve under him, remnants of shadows that had once moved for Danzo.
Your interactions with him were professional, minimal, and always masked. Yet, there was something about the way Kakashi spoke to you during briefings or in passing. A subtle attention in his words, the way his gaze lingered when he spoke to you directly. He didn’t know who you were under the porcelain, but you could tell he remember you, the rhythm of your speech. It set you apart in his mind, though you doubted he fully realized it yet.
Kakashi wasn’t the figure of legend to you—the "Copy Ninja" or the "Child of the Leaf." You saw him as something else: human. A man who carried burdens heavier than most and rarely let anyone see how much they weighed him down. And that… that seemed to intrigue him. The subtle moments between you were fleeting, but they were there. A pause in his words when you answered, his brow shifting almost imperceptibly when you offered a thought during a strategy meeting. You didn’t think he noticed these things, but you did. Still, you kept your distance. The mask wasn’t just a necessity—it was a shield.
Weeks later, word came of an urgent intelligence-gathering mission requiring Kakashi’s direct involvement. ANBU was to assist, but when you heard the details, you froze. Your unique telepathic ability made you the best fit to support him, but you had no intention of volunteering. The others knew better.
“She’s perfect for the job,” one of your teammates said, breaking the silence during the briefing.
You shot him a sharp look beneath your mask, but Kakashi tilted his head, intrigued. “Is that so?”
Your voice betrayed none of the turmoil inside as you replied. “I’m sure there are others better suited, Lord Sixth.”
His single visible eye regarded you with quiet scrutiny, his tone lighter than expected. “If they were, your team wouldn’t have volunteered you.”
His response left no room for argument. You had no choice but to agree, though tension tightened in your chest.
Later, as the mission drew closer, doubts plagued you. Danzo’s voice still echoed in the back of your mind, his shadow twisting your thoughts. You didn’t deserve to stand so close to Konoha’s light. Not after what you’d done.
But Kakashi, perceptive as always, seemed to notice your hesitation. Before you departed, he approached you, his tone relaxed but steady.
“You don’t think you belong here, do you?” he said, his words catching you off guard.
You said nothing, and after a moment, he continued, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Who better to protect the light than someone who’s lived in the shadow?” His words cut deeper than you expected, but there was no judgment in them. Only understanding.
The mission was fraught with danger. Kakashi, as sharp and composed as ever, relied heavily on his Kamui ability to navigate critical moments. Despite the odds, he’d retained his Sharingan after the war, a secret few knew. You’d learned of it during a previous briefing, your sharp mind piecing together details others had missed.
When the time came, you didn’t hesitate to use your telepathy.
Kakashi, wait. There’s a trap ahead. Two meters to your left.
His body tensed at the sudden intrusion in his mind. You’d expected as much—he hadn’t been briefed on the specifics of your abilities. Kakashi’s steps faltered for just a moment. The voice in his head wasn’t his own, yet it felt oddly familiar. His muscles tensed, instincts screaming at him to trace the source.
He responded quickly, but even as he shifted left, avoiding the trap, his thoughts lingered.
Who the hell…? But he adapted almost instantly, shifting his position without hesitation.
‘You might’ve warned me you could do that’, he thought, his mental voice sharper than his usual tone, despite the fact that he don’t exactly know to who is speaking.
‘Would you have believed me?’ you replied.
A brief pause. Then, the faintest hint of amusement in his response. ‘Fair point’
The telepathic connection became seamless after that. You guided him through the mission, your words precise and calm, though his curiosity about you grew with each interaction.
At one point, he paused in the middle of the operation, his mind brushing against yours as he spoke telepathically.
´Your voice… It’s familiar. Have we speak before?´
Your chest tightened, but you masked your thoughts carefully. ‘We’ve met in passing, Hokage Kakashi.´
He didn’t press further, but you felt his curiosity linger.
Kakashi stepped into the room, his tired gaze scanning the group before landing on you. The mission had been long, and the weight of it was clear in his posture, but there was something about your presence—calm, unwavering—that seemed to ground him.
He addressed the team quickly, but his eye kept flicking to you. As the briefing wrapped up, he noticed you weren’t moving toward the door like the others. You remained standing off to the side, a slight frown on your face.
"Anything you need, Y/N?" Kakashi asked, his voice a little softer, like he could tell you were holding something back.
You paused, not expecting him to single you out. "I... I need the details from the mission. The full report," you said, trying to keep it professional.
Kakashi nodded and moved closer, handing you the necessary scrolls. As he did, he couldn’t help but study you. There was something in the way you responded—calm, collected, and yet distant. It reminded him of the voice from the mission, the one that had guided him with such precision.
The thought lingered in his mind as you unrolled the scroll, your hands steady but your eyes focused on the contents, as if you were searching for something. Kakashi’s gaze shifted, and the faintest recognition flickered in his eye.
"You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?" he asked, his voice low. It wasn’t a question about the mission, but more about the weight he felt emanating from you, even behind the mask.
You didn’t look up. "Everyone has their burdens, Hokage-sama."
His eye narrowed slightly, the words familiar—too familiar. "That voice..." he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you. The way you spoke, the rhythm of your words—it was unmistakable.
You stiffened, realizing the connection he was making. "I’m just here to help with the mission, nothing more."
He paused, his mind racing. Kakashi hadn’t realized it until now, but the pieces were falling into place. The voice, the way you carried yourself, the subtle exhaustion in your tone—it all clicked.
“You... You’re the one who helped me during the mission, aren’t you?” he asked, voice dropping lower, almost hesitant.
You didn’t answer immediately, your fingers tightening on the scroll, the weight of your past pressing against you for some reason. You had hoped to keep the distance, but Kakashi’s piercing gaze made it clear that he wouldn’t let this go.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, you finally spoke, barely above a whisper. "Yes."
Kakashi nodded slowly, as if processing the truth, but instead of pushing you further, he simply gave a quiet nod of respect. "Thank you. I... I didn’t realize."
You didn’t look at him, still feeling the weight of the mask, but Kakashi’s curiosity had already shifted into something deeper. He could feel the connection now, and the more he thought about it, the harder it would be to ignore.
Later, as the quiet hours of the evening settled in, Kakashi found his thoughts drifting back to you. He couldn’t help but replay the mission in his mind—the subtle strain in your voice when you spoke to him, the way it seemed to crack under the weight of emotions you tried to hide. It was strange, unsettling, yet deeply captivating. He’d learned more from the reports about your ability—the way it amplified under emotional connection—and a quiet understanding began to form. It had to be the reason you seemed so drained, but still, you were always so precise.
But why did it work so well with him? Why had your words been so perfectly timed when everything else was falling apart? Why was he so drawn to you, despite not knowing who you truly were?
Kakashi tried to push the thoughts aside. He was the Hokage. He had responsibilities. But even as he buried himself in paperwork, his mind kept returning to you—your quiet strength, the mystery that hung around you like a veil, and the strange sense of familiarity he felt when he heard your voice. He didn’t understand it, but it gnawed at him, this strange, growing need to know who you were.
You were a shadow. Untouchable. And yet, in the few fleeting interactions, you had already learned more about him than anyone else ever had. You saw through his façade, saw the tiredness in his voice, the strain in his eyes, when no one else did. And it made him feel... exposed. Vulnerable. Something he never allowed anyone to see.
And yet, when you spoke to him, there was something in your tone—something that made him wonder if, somehow, you understood him better than anyone else ever could. He told himself it was nothing more than a Hokage’s duty to understand his subordinates, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. It wasn’t the skill that intrigued him. He’d worked with countless talented shinobi. It was the way you carried the weight—silently, like him.
The way you hid behind a mask, just as he had for so long. And somehow, that made him want to know you more.
Kakashi began to seek out excuses to interact with you, subtle ones at first. He assigned you to key roles in missions, asked for your insight during strategy meetings, and watched for the briefest shifts in your posture, the slightest change in your voice. Every small detail felt like a clue, and the more he observed, the more he wanted to understand.
You remained distant, the smooth, featureless porcelain that separated you from the world, and though he respected that, it only deepened his curiosity. What were you hiding? What had made you so guarded, so unwilling to let anyone close?
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actually its no longer cool that everyone has naruto fanart reblogged in 2017 on their blogs that i can easily access and giggle at cause it just means i cant analyze naruto now
#when i read medalist i was going crazy cause there was NOONE . and i mean NOONE posting about it real good#so i just had to hallucinate it and reread scenes and hallucinate some more#and eventually the hallucinations formed into something more coherent and we got rhubarb stalk jun (actually a very coherent thought)#and we will never get a rhubarb kakashi or sasuke or obibi or sakura or tsunade or or or#cause i can just read mind-numbing fanfiction about them instead . so why should i bother#voidcore.txt#ughhh and this manga is way too fucking long. you dont need 699 chapters. nobody needs that many#theres so many scenes i wish i could really dig into now that i read the manga#(like everything that ever featured tsunade or obibi or kakashi or sakura. or the stuff with neji or madara)#(ok maybe i do understand madara. though its more likely that i just got something satisfactory out of him#be it canon/intentional or not)#(<- death of the author? madara as a sort of embodiment of the worst parts of the cycle of love and hate (bpd confirmed?) and. yeah idk)#BUT ITS JUST TOO LONGGGG..... DUDE I DONT REMEMBER WHEN ANY OF THAT HAPPENED
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Kinktober 2024.
Day 8 - Overstimulation.
Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...
You must be 18 years or older to read this...
🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞
A/N: this is another edited report…
Also this is a second part to this one-shot.
Summary: After spending so much time together acting as newlyweds of a mission, you and Kakashi fall for each other and in a moment of confidence Kakashi confesses his feelings for you.
Word count: 2.2k
CW: NSFW and adult content, fluff, unprotected sex, oral (f!giving and receiving), fingering, squirting, crying, biting/bite marks, hickeys, bruises, overstimulation, rough sex, slight mention of public sex and slight mention of nosebleed.
Kakashi pressed his clothes member on the side of your face, “let’s make this worth it” he hummed and slipped his sweatpants down his hip, while pulling his shirt up and holding it between his teeth as he held your chin in place, you licked the underside of his shaft and kissed down towards his base, you moaned and licked over his sack, “it’s so tasty” you moaned against his heavy testicles, Kakashi huffed and grabbed a fist full of your hair, “oh shit… that tickles, but you’re gonna have to start sucking” he pulled back before holding your mouth open and slipping his tip between your lips, Kakashi pressed in closer and closer until he was reaching the back of your throat, he gave you a moment to relax and get use to him, but once you moaned around him, he took it as a sign to start thrusting his hips.
It was always so satisfying with kakashi, he’d prioritise your pleasure over his own, though you did get the impression that he greatly enjoyed pleasing his partners, however it was nice finally getting to focus on him, on making him feel good and truly satisfied.
It was like pulling teeth though, convincing him to allow you to focus on his pleasure, however you were able to use the excuse that this was the last time Kakashi would have you as the mission was over, and after much debate and wrapping yourself around him, you were finally able to make him agree.
Kakashi grunted as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed and heavy with lust, he bit his lower lip, scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brow, “I shouldn’t have waited this long, I was worried you wouldn’t like it” Kakashi grunted and brushed a hand over your head, “you’re so good at this, for it being the first you use that pretty mouth for something over then arguing with me” he chuckled and you reached up, grabbing his butt with both hands and digging your nails in, you hummed around him and he grunted, hips shuttering and head rolling back as you felt his cum spurt into your back of your mouth.
“You looked so cute with a full mouth…” kakashi chuckles as he leant down and cupped your cheeks, before kissing you and lifting you up onto the bed, “I wanna see you on hands and knees” he hummed and watched to turn over.
You sat on the bed watching Kakashi apply concealer to his scar, both you and Kakashi were getting ready to head back to the hidden leaf village. the mission had been pretty easy in the grand scheme of things, however the hardest part, if you were being honest…
…Was keeping both your body’s apart long enough to actually get the mission done…
The constant sex was helpful in selling the newlywed image, although it got to the point were it was like clockwork, after every meal, disagreement, during and after showering or even when you were both out running errands, however after this morning’s moment of delight, both you and Kakashi agreed that was the last time. You don’t particularly feel upset about stopping sex with Kakashi, however you will miss his the company. “Ready to leave?” Kakashi asked now full in his disguise, “yeah let’s go” you smiled as you walk to the door.
The trip back to the village seemed quicker then when you left at the beginning of your mission, and before you knew it you were back in the village, both you and Kakashi, or rather Sara and Ryusei Ito passed your Fake IDs over to the gatekeepers, after the all clear you and Kakashi agreed to meet with Lady Tsunade after a quick shower. Soon enough you were both standing in the hokage’s office, you both handed Lady Tsunade the items she requested and the mission reports, “you both took longer then I expected you would, why’s that?” Lady Tsunade asked while examining Kakashi mission report. “We hit a few small bumps, here and there” Kakashi smirked under his mask, ‘he better not tell her everything’ you think as you side eye him…
You didn’t care if lady Tsunade knew of your and Kakashi’s minor affair during the mission, and it was fine for shizune to know, you’d be telling her everything in detail later on anyway. However the same couldn’t be said about the youngest in the room, lady Tsunade and Kakashi’s student, Sakura…
“And they were?” Lady hokage questioned and before Kakashi could answer, you spoke up, “the weather… it rained more then expected and we didn’t want our disguises to be compromised.” You breath out, “understandable” lady Tsunade answered and when back to reading. After Lady Tsunade finished reading both mission reports and looked over all the items, once seeing everything was there and in good condition she let you go, “alright, you both did really well, you both have a couple days off” she gestured for both of you to leave. Once stepping out of the room, you heard Kakashi chuckle “what are you laughing at?” You said feeling your cheeks heat up. “The weather” Kakashi shook his head and looked in your direction, “well what did you want me to say, hot steamy sex was the problem” you began to walk and Kakashi set after you, “actually I was going to say, you had back cramps for the first few days” you heard Kakashi’s smirk behind his words. “Only because of you” you snapped back, “at least it’s the truth… well not the full truth, but still more true then ‘the weather’.” Kakashi stepped in front of you and leaned down to eye level, “I’m not playing into this” you walked off and Kakashi followed after you.
The walk home was peaceful, you and Kakashi unconsciously took the scenic route, it was mostly silent, just leaving you with your thoughts. You thought about how you’d gotten so used to being around Kakashi and in all that time you both really did feel like a newlywed couple. ‘It’d be a waste if you didn’t at least try to make things work with Kakashi, he had made himself a comfortable spot in your heart’ your heart leaps at the thought but your brain quickly brought you back to reality, ‘you and Kakashi can’t be anything but a memory now, you made an agreement, despite how he makes your day feel brighter’.
Your mind and heart remained in warfare until you reached the apartment complex. Both you and Kakashi live here, and funnily enough you both live on the same floor and on either side of Gei’s apartment. “Well have a good couple of days off” Kakashi smiled and opened his door, but before he could go in you stopped him. “Wait there for a second” you ran into your apartment and grabbed your bottle of shampoo and the pair of fluffy bed socks on the kitchen counter, and back into the hallway. “These are yours…” you pass him the bed socks, “…and can you loosen this, you tighten it too much this morning” you asked holding out the shampoo bottle, while looking at your feet in embarrassment. “Sure” Kakashi chuckled and he loosened the bottle’s lid, “umm… did you want to come in for some tea?” Kakashi asked and you nodded.
You sat at the table with Kakashi drinking tea and talking, “it’s going to be so weird living on my own again” you smile and Kakashi nodded in agreement, “it’s going to be quite lonely without you reading with me” he looked at his cup fondly. “Yeah, I’ll probably miss cooking with someone, you really are so good at it” you smile fondly at your cup as well, “you’ll miss me?” Kakashi looked up at you in surprise “I’m not as cold hearted and unloving at those guy make me out to be” you say referring to the few guys in the hidden leaf village that have tried to ask you out but got turned down and started calling you names because of it. “I know that… it’s just that I…” Kakashi looked at you and suddenly looked away once making eye contact, “you what?” You feel your heart beat fasten, Kakashi stayed silent for quite some time “I think I… ummm… am in love with you” his top lip quivered and your eyes widened.
Kakashi slipped into a rant about how he could get over you, given some time apart, you on the other hand, couldn’t say anything, your mouth just wouldn’t move. You stood to your feet “I understand you want to leave but can we talk about this?” Kakashi asked almost desperately, but when you didn’t sit he quickly stood and moved in front of you, “please hear me out” he begged and grabbed your shoulders. “You love me?” You finally spoke, mind finally comprehending Kakashi’s words, “yes, now please ca-“ Kakashi confirmed but he couldn’t finish talking, because you beamed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “you love me!” You hugged the slightly confused man, “Kakashi, I love you too” you pulled away and light kissed him. Kakashi smiled and pulling you back in, kissing you deeply.
Laying on Kakashi bed, fingers digging into Kakashi hair, trying to push his head away as he softly sucked on your swollen bud while his fingers massaged your g-spot. “Stop, it’s too much… please I need a break” your begs fell on deaf ears, as his tongue licked your clit and soon enough you were cumming again and Kakashi finally pulled away.
“What was that four?” Kakashi questioned with a smile, “y-yes” you whimpered and he chuckled, the man leaned over you and began rubbing his anger tip through your dripping folds. You whined out a ‘no’ and Kakashi hand cupped your face, “don’t worry I’ll be gentle, I want to savour my meal” as he finished speaking his tip slipped in, his throbbing member slowly stretched you. Your walls squeezed Kakashi tight as he filled you, he smirked at you as his tip bumped your cervix and there it was, you reached your peak again. Kakashi didn’t even give you a minute to come down from your high as he began thrusting in you, his thrusts were deep, slow and strong, they made the bed rock into the wall and your breast to bounce with every thrust. Kakashi hands tightly gripped your hips as his face was buried between you breast, and your hands gripped his back. Every time your nails dug into Kakashi skin he’d growl and roughly bite your breasts, which would cause you to dig your nails in harder and squeezed tighter around him. Kakashi move his face into the crook of your neck, “I love you” he grunted his hands tightening their grip on your hips, “you’re mine” he choked. You grasped as you release came seemingly out of nowhere, Kakashi pulled back and looked down at the large wet patch under your ass. “Do it again… I wanna see it” he commanded, “do what?” Your voice trembled. Kakashi click his teeth and began quickly rubbing rough circles on your clit. Kakashi changed his slow pace to a much faster one, he still kept it deep and strong he just increased the speed a lot. Kakashi’s other hand held your waist, lifting your ass off the bed as your legs sat bent over his shoulders, giving him way more control over his thrust.
This time you could feel your release building in you lower stomach, it was tight and it was a feeling you’d never felt before, tears welled up in your eyes and lips quivered as you beg him to stop. You were almost afraid to release all this built up tension, so you squeezed around Kakashi trying to hold it in. Kakashi let out a deep moan that bounced off the walls and shook your insides, “let it go baby” his voice was gentle and his eyes pleaded with yours as tears slipped past your eyes.
That was enough for you to let go, and you felt all that built up tension in the lower stomach gush out of you as your hands gripped Kakashi thighs and your legs shook. the man above you watched you unravel, mouth opening into a silent scream as drool sat at the corners of your lips, tear still running down your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back face; neck; shoulders and chest flushed. Bite marks, hickeys and bruised covered your body, Kakashi watched your juices squirt over his lower abdomen, he pushed himself deep inside of you as his cock twitched and he unloaded himself into you, you whimper at the feeling. Kakashi panted and carefully lowered your legs, still inside of you he leaned forward and cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs wiped away any drool or tears. “I love you Kakashi” you whispered and your eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion took over your spent body.
You wake up to the sound of a giggling, and find yourself on Kakashi strong chest, both your naked bodies covered by fresh sheets, you looked up from you placed on Kakashi chest as you see him reading his indecent book, looking closely at his face to see a bloodied twisted up piece of tissue up his nose, you let out a giggle which catches his attention. “You pervert” you smiled, Kakashi chuckled and gently rubbed your head with his free hand. “I’m your pervert now” you nodded at his statement and close your eyes happily, allowing sleep to over come you again.
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