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pupkashi · 4 months
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do u guys think kakashi would flirt with you when he’s drunk, cheeks flushed and words slurred as he tries terrible pick up lines on you
“you believe in love at first sight?” he asks, “or should i walk by again?” the incessant giggles that leave his lips having you smiling and shaking your head.
“kashi we’ve been dating for two years,” you smile, watching as he pouts at your statement.
“cant you go along just once!” he whines, strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head nuzzles into your neck, sighing a bit before his eyes flutter shut.
“okay okay,” you sigh, a smile still on your face as you continue, “I’ll go along with it this time, promise.”
his silver bangs cover his eyes slightly, hair messy from whatever competition he had been doing with guy earlier in the night. his eyes light up at your words, walking away from you, only to turn on his heel and walk right back up to you.
“do you have a band-aid? ‘cause i think i just fell for you,” he smiles, giddy as you flush slightly, a grin tugging at your lips as he stares back at you, eyes lingering on your lips a bit longer than usual.
“we’ll i wouldn’t want that scrape to get infected, maybe i should clean it up for you,” you purr, your hand finding it’s way to his t shirt collar as you tug him closer to you, “what do you say we go take care of that, hm?”
kakashi sputters out a half ‘yes’ and a half ‘please,’ cheeks burning and heart jumping out his chest as he watches you get on your tippy toes and place a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“how was that for playing along,” you tease, laughing as he stumbles back and clears his throat a bit.
“we should get home it’s late and i need to get home,” he stutters out, “home with you,” he mumbles, walking backwards and saying a chaste goodbye to his friends, before rushing back over to you and tugging you out of the bar.
“we’ll aren’t you in a rush to get home” you laugh, his arm is slung over your shoulders under the guise of ‘keeping you warm and close to him,’ but you know better.
you can tell from the stumble in his steps and the way he’s swaying with cold wind he’s much drunker than he was letting on in the bar. giggling at your every word, you’re not sure if the flush of his cheeks is the alcohol, the chilly breeze hitting them, or your shower of compliments.
kakashi doesn’t care how silly he looks, admiring how utterly beautiful you look as you help him up the stairs, how funny you are when you’re re-teaching him how to brush his teeth and helping him into bed after untangling him from his clothes.
the world is spinning when his head finally hits his pillow, sighing happily when he feels the bed dip under your weight, already scooting closer to you.
“can we cuddle?” he whispers, eyes closed as he whispers. he doesn’t see the softest smile on your lips or the shining look of love in your eyes as you stare at the silver haired jonin.
“‘course we can kashi,” you whisper back, pulling him close to you and holding him tightly, kissing his forehead before closing your eyes.
kakashi woke up extremely hungover the next day, head throbbing and sunshine way too bright for his liking.
“good morning lover boy,” you giggle, aspirin in hand alongside a cup of water, “made us some breakfast, hopefully it’ll help with the headache I’m sure you’ve got.”
kakashi doesn’t say much of anything, eyes still half closed as he takes the medicine from you, mumbling what you can only assume is a ‘thank you,’ before he’s laying back down, blanket over his head.
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a/n: GODDDD I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR MY LOVER IN SO LONG I MISSED HIM !!! I YEARNED FOR HIM !!!!! he’s so my everything i love him i love him i love him <333
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narutoverse-write · 1 month
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OBSESSED — Kakashi Hatake
synopsis: your childhood acquaintance, kakashi, turns into something greater after a rather terrifying day.
a/n: happy valentine’s day(ish) babes!! hope you like this one, it took me soooo long to finish❤️
obsessed kakashi, yandere!kakashi, ANBU!KAKASHI, kakashi is mean + touch starved, slight loser!kakashi, mentions & depictions of violence (LOTS OF VIOLENT THEMES), p in v, creampie, abusive themes throughout, READER IS SENT VIOLENT PHOTOGRAPHS FROM UNKNOWN SENDER!!, virgin!reader, mentions/depictions of blood, cherry pop, lmk what i missed!
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whoever says that distance makes the heart grow fonder has never met your boss. for the last twenty years, a ravine has existed to segregate yourself and the man the entirety of konoha respected: kakashi hatake.
as kids, it made no big difference. certainly, you kept your distance at school and focused on your friends rather than the likes of kakashi, however, those times had long since passed. neither of you were children anymore, despite the fact that kakashi decides to act as though he is one whenever you come around.
you sat at your desk, steaming and simmering over the alienization. despite learning to love spending time with yourself, being blatantly ignored at work seemed to be getting to you, even if you didn’t really desire to make friends. an hour prior, you were called to a meeting that involved yourself and a few coworkers, along with your boss, although, judging by how much time he spends actually talking to you, he was more of a stranger. a stranger who’s face you can never forget, and a stranger who also happens to hold the title of the anbu captain. despite your efforts, kakashi never — never — recruited you to do anything actually meaningful.
no, instead, you spent a majority of your life in the room next door to the anbu’s quarters. your parents were never ‘meaningful’ creatures outside of their home lives, so working in the same quarters as the nin of the leaf should be like a dream come true, right? wrong; it was miserable, and if you were so paranoid, you’d think your captain wanted you in that room forever. despite spending your childhood helping mom at the library and waiting for dad to return home from his traveling work, being employed by the anbu was never the dream come true. it’s come to the point that kakashi’s presence alone makes you scowl behind a masked expression of boredom.
in your defense, kakashi never really liked you to begin with. having grown up in close proximity of him, you were continuously pushed aside and ignored in childish games before he made it into the academy. during that time, whilst you were busy attempting to be a normal child in a normal world, kakashi was set on becoming a strong ninja of the lead to live up to his father. his father, on the other hand, happened to be a very nice man who constantly pushed kakashi to engage with you as children but was always faced with distaste. you had once overheard your father’s talking; sakumo envied the childhood you lived and wanted kakashi to have it as well, but in the end, that was never up to him.
while you didn’t posses the power to control your chakra like kakashi, you at least wanted to help the village in a meaningful way that didn’t include stacking boxes of old records and files that you weren’t allowed to read under any circumstances. you’ve tried sneaking a peak at one of the year-old manilla files before when kakashi immediately came to reprimand you, leading you to believe that either the man has an excellent sense of hearing or there were camera’s in the room. either way, you never tried again, despite your distaste leading to slight rebellious behavior.
you unfolded a new box, ensuring the lines remained crisp and untouched on the cardboard as there was only so much you had control over in this room. the smell of permanent marker forever etched into your nostrils as you marked the lid of the box accordingly. in the last two years of working here, there had only been one circumstance of any anbu member or leader entering this room to pull a file, and even then, you had to leave the room.
talk about borderline useless work.
you didn’t complain; not to friends, bosses, or anything. you were happy to be contributing to a larger cause but you couldn’t contain your resentment for much longer. you were stuck in this dead end job due to the fact that kakashi hatake hated your guts and wanted nothing more than to see you suffer for all eternity.
you stacked the box neatly against the shelf, skimming your eyes over the organized stacks that you had personally placed before. it was something to be proud of — before you began working here, the records room was a wreck of damaged boxes and overall entropy. you had even went as far as cleaning the place up and making it more welcoming with extra lights and a coffee maker by your desk, back when you believed your hard work would eventually pay off.
as though your thoughts summoned him, your daily routine was interrupted by the door being closed in a gentle manner. you watched as his hands eased the door back into it’s closed position, partially surprised that kakashi was capable of being gentle with anything. regardless of the intrusion on your work area, you remained silent unless kakashi spoke first for a majority of the time. you were far over the obvious bouts of annoyance he seemed to get at the sound of your voice. still, you made eye contact with him for a mere second as he turned back to approach the shelves lining your office, intricately put together. your entire body tensed as his fingertips brushed against the cardboard boxes; your stomach bubbling with anxiety that he would destroy it.
“actually. . .” his voice, softer than you had recalled it being, muttered as he made a bee line towards your desk, his eyes planted on the sheet of paper he held in his hands rather than actually look at you; typical. kakashi wasn’t exactly known to be friendly, however, you had assumed that, due to growing up together, he would at the very least be courteous enough to acknowledge you. “i may need your help. looking for this. . . file number seven-sixty-three.”
763. 100 files in one box, gone in numerical order. despite your immediate knowledge of the whereabouts of said file, you decided against giving him the silent treatment or being rude in response. instead, you stood up, lip tucked beneath your teeth as you walked opposite of his position to the correct shelf, silently counting along to yourself as you moved.
“should be in here,” you finished counting at seven, poking your finger towards a box in the top shelf that took an embarrassing amount of time for you to lift on your own to it’s proper space. as you reminisced on how fucking difficult it was, getting the gigantic box in it’s place approximately a foot and a half above your head, a wave of heat flushed over your body and one thing became certain; kakashi was there. this heat was his. he didn’t wait for you to move out of the way; his chest against your back as he reached above your head, nearly pinning you toward the shelf as he retrieved the box easily; not a struggle in his body. “s—sorry.”
“it’s in numerical order?” he asked, disregarding your pathetic apology as you instantly became embarrassed for even apologizing in the first place.
“mhm,” you nodded, watching as the shinobi set the box onto the floor, take the cardboard lid off, and skim his fingertips along the labeled files. he was overly concentrated on finding the file while you became overly concentrated on the way his fingertips pinched at each tab. you had to blink your eyes to look away from him when he finally sighed.
“figures,” he stated, putting the lid of the box back before lifting said box without any hesitation, much unlike yourself. “it’s not here.”
you frowned, watching as he put the box back into place. it had to he there. perhaps he wasn’t looking hard enough. you never missed a beat; the one thing you had control over in this room was your organization.
aside from the glaringly obvious, kakashi didn’t seem too upset not surprised that the file was missing at all. when he looked back at you, you nearly froze, preparing yourself to be screamed at or worse, fired for losing a file.
“you’re the only one with keys to this room?” he asked. you nodded in return, your throat running dry. “and it’s locked when you’re away?”
“y—yeah, ‘course,” you nodded again, finding that maybe being silent wasn’t your best option here, but neither was your stumbling vocabulary. “i mean, people come in all the time when i’m here, but i haven’t —”
he stared at you, waiting for you to continue. although, you weren’t certain if kakashi was interrogating you, or if he was maybe suspicious that someone stole it without your knowledge.
“haven’t, um, seen anything. . . strange,” you finally finished, shifting around as you immediately felt stupid for being so mindless in front of someone you’ve known your entire life, despite the fact that neither of you really got along before.
he stood silently, his eyes moving between the boxes, taking note of the neatness with each piece of cardboard.
“can i ask who it’s on? maybe i can look on the computer,” you tried, but really it was just an excuse to give your knees a break as they were still buckling from kakashi’s body pressed against your own.
“it wouldn’t be on there. it was sealed, years ago,” kakashi said as you sat down again, looking at him with uncertainty. you’ve heard of files being sealed before, but that didn’t mean they disappeared completely, just that they were only able to be reviewed by higher ups; not even kakashi could see it, in fact.
“well. . . that doesn’t mean it’s gone forever,” you tried, your voice falling into somewhat of a quiver, and you swore you saw kakashi smile beneath his mask.
“it’s a juvenile file. you can try,” kakashi said. “search my name.”
now, you were curious and dead set on finding this file. a juvenile record, which in the shinobi world, can be ‘wiped clean’ after you turn fifteen, depending on what was on it. meaning that the file would be sealed, but still be eligible for review in certain circumstances. for instance, if it was about kakashi before he turned fifteen, the feudal lords could review it if kakashi were to attempt to become hokage or something in those ranks. elders, too, were susceptible to this review.
also, if kakashi didn’t even know where it was, who did? you didn’t exactly picture kakashi to be aiming for the kage chair, nor did he necessarily care for the higher ups in general, not since the fourth passed. you wondered if it was the fourth hokage that sealed it for him.
“okay,” you shyly responded as kakashi circled your desk, leaning beside you a little too closely. if it weren’t for his mask, you would probably be able to feel his steady breath run down your neck.
frantically, you typed in kakashi hatake under the filters of juvenile or sealed files. as expected, the system spit out a variety of possibilities, and the one you were looking for was still logged on as being in the box kakashi just put back on the shelf. you didn’t have to explain what it said, as kakashi seemed to understand pretty quickly how the intricacies of your job worked. he was always fairly punctual and knowledgeable, so it didn’t surprise you in the slightest.
still, he seemed nervous about something. he stood up straight again, sighing.
“maybe i missed it. would you mind looking, too?” he asked, now locking eyes with your computer screen. without skipping a beat, you complied, moving from your chair and back towards the shelves. to ensure yourself that you weren’t going crazy, you quietly counted the boxes in order until you reached the same on kakashi pulled.
“um. . .” you trailed off, feeling your cheeks redden with embarrassment as you looked back at the shinobi, who now seemed much bigger than you; stronger, taller, everything you had admired about him before. “i can’t reach it.”
you thought you saw him smile again as he came closer, again. your mind went fuzzy as he reached over your head again, glancing at you as he retrieved the box. setting it down, he stood back, but not by a whole lot. quietly thanking him after being embarrassed to ask for his help, you bent down to search for yourself, counting each number in your head as you moved through the files. surely enough, there was 762 and 764, but no 763. you frowned, recounting again and again with no luck.
“i don’t see it,” you finally caved, glancing back and up to find kakashi nervously shifting around. you had never seen him so disheveled, so uncertain. “are you okay?”
you had also never asked him that question.
“uh — uh huh,” even his voice had changed. something higher pitched. he didn’t elaborate, and instead, moved the box back into it’s place for you. you’d be lying if you said the way his arms moved and flexed as he lifted the box wasn’t attractive, but you see shinobi men all day long. still, something about kakashi was different. like you’ve seen a side of him nobody else has.
“i can keep looking, if you want me to,” you tried to ease, and he shook his head.
“no, that’s alright,” he responded softly, like it didn’t effect him at all whether or not the whereabouts of the file were known. “um, just let me know if. . . you need help with anything.”
“o—okay,” you nodded with wide eyes, unable to look away as kakashi exited the room the same way he came in.
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several days later, kakashi stood by with a clouded mind. not only was he unable to get the sight of you bending over in front of him out of his tainted mind, more importantly, he needed to figure out where his file went. there was no reason for any higher ups to review his past as far as he was aware, and even if that were the case, you would have known of the file leaving the room. it made his skin crawl, incapable of thinking clearly or rationally.
just as kakashi was leaving his office once more, he couldn’t help but notice the smell of flowers looming through the hallway. he watched as a package delivery shinobi was just leaving the building, not paying kakashi any mind. frowning, kakashi glanced at your closed door; right beside his own, just the way he liked it.
he was always glad to have heightened senses when he listened through your door, and sometimes through the shared wall between you. he never heard any juicy information, but just listening to your sighs of content let him know you were okay. after all, he couldn’t let anything happen to the girl he grew up around and now supervised. at first, he thought you weren’t fit for the job, that is until he made up the dumb rule that you wouldn’t be able to look inside of the files you were in charge of. surprisingly, you fell for it, and accepted the position beneath kakashi and beside his office, where he could keep a close eye on you.
kakashi was just about to leave after he heard your soft giggle; likely at some sort of joke you repeated in your head which you had a habit of doing. he thought it was cute; but he never pointed it out.
he was walking down the hallway, towards the exit when a blood-curdling scream brought him to a stand still. in a second, he had debated on going into your office to ensure you were okay between going outside to track down that delivery man. he opted for the first option as curiosity piqued, and he knew not to jump the gun on things like this; things that involved you. anything that could alter your view of him took utmost importance.
with that, he charged back, pushing the door open so harshly that it may have cracked in half from the force but he didn’t care. you sat at your desk, tears streaming down your cheeks with a never before seen look in your eyes; terrified. you were shaking, your hands hovering over an envelope and a pile of photographs with it.
kakashi rushed over, his mind going into overdrive when he saw you so weak. his blood boiled, rage nearly consuming him until you practically threw your body towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso so tightly that it worried him, but it kept him still and grounded. without any words being exchanged, kakashi wrapped one arm around your crumbling figure protectively, using his free hand to move extra pages from his way as he eyed the photographs you were looking at.
his stomach dropped, his heart pounding in his chest.
one thing about being in the anbu was that every piece of it was diligent. the foundation of the anbu was designed to be a machine; each part working together to ensure it was the deadliest group of shinobi around. this includes but is not limited to accurate documentation of each and every mission. photographs are taken of every dead body, every mutilated body, every disposed body, every cut and scrape, every bruise. kakashi’s heart skipped several beats as he scanned a page, a photo of his pale-skinned arm with a large gash stretching across the muscle. he remembered how badly it stung.
another photo, and likely the one you saw before screaming; a mutilated body. a man’s skin was tormented with burn marks, cuts, and more. his hands were severed from his body, his face burned and several teeth removed by force. torn clothes, misshapen cuts going vertically down his inner wrists, and his eyelids weirdly misshaped. kakashi remembered that mission clearly — albeit it wasn’t his worst, he recalled torturing that particular man for seventeen hours before kakashi finally got what he wanted out of him. kakashi was fifteen. that man was nineteen.
kakashi grasped at the photocopy, crumpling it in his hand until it was nothing more than a ball in his palm, squeezing tightly at the paper, hoping to every imaginable god that you hadn’t recognized kakashi’s arm in one of the photos.
an envelope sat at the edge of your desk. kakashi flipped it over with his free hand, feeling as though he was operating normally, just with a sobbing mess of a woman clinging to him, he sighed when he found no return address, of course, but the letter and flowers were made out to you — first and last name.
“who’s this from?” kakashi asked, his voice low and soft, but loud enough for you to hear throughout your sobbing. you shook your head against him, uncertain and entirely caught off guard. “okay.”
kakashi sounded calm, but he was boiling beneath the facade. not only did someone steal the file regarding kakashi’s past, but they seemed to somehow know of the people kakashi considered to know him fairly well. alternatively, the sender assumed you to be a secretary of some sort, possibly just attempting to get under his skin. however, the addition of flowers made kakashi think that it may have been something more sinister; something more purposeful than black mail.
much like any other organization, the anbu did have it’s limitations, and should they be exceeded, you were reprimanded accordingly. apparently, cutting the eyelids of a target in order to keep their fucking eyes open while being tortured was one of those limitations, and kakashi was subject to ‘torture in a similar fashion’ for the anbu to get their point across, hence the large gash over kakashi’s arm that was photographed and scarred into his skin. furthermore, the anbu often utilized metallic branches, finely tuned to mimic a hard hitting whip. several searing scars across kakashi’s backside from that incident; a photo of the fresh wounds certainly exists, although kakashi wasn’t certain if they were included in the envelope. it was too late to check now.
aside from the obvious, kakashi felt decent with you pressed against him, crying out for him. while the idea of you ever begging for kakashi’s assistance seemed impossible before, he relished in being the only person that you could turn to, the only person you could count on.
kakashi recalled the incident so clearly due to his thought process at the time. obviously, a job needed to be done and kakashi wouldn’t accept failure, but more notably, kakashi was insufferably angry at the time. while he was busy destroying his mentality in the anbu as a teenager, you were being — well, you. a normal girl that kakashi had been pining over in secret. with that, normal men would attempt to get with you and it just so happened that two days prior to that mission, you had attended your very first romantic date, but not without kakashi supervising from the shadows. despite the goriness, what the photos didn’t capture was kakashi’s repeated apologies to the dead man. he didn’t want to kill him, but something snapped in him. he recognized his ability to actually take a life, and he couldn’t stop himself when all he could think about was you, happy without him.
and now here you were, nearing a decade later and not a single regret looming into kakashi’s mind. in fact, he was borderline grateful for everything leading up to this moment as he held you close, despite the fact that you were crying.
“it’s okay,” kakashi finally eased, although, granted, he wasn’t particularly skilled in soothing anybody. kakashi could hardly focus on the fact that someone had access to and was dangling his past over his head while you buried your face into his chest, searching for a sense of security.
“who does that?! i mean — what,” you inhaled sharply, attempting to ease your breathing back to normal, “what kind of person sends that out? what kind of person does that to somebody?”
well, kakashi does and he’s done it millions of times, but you didn’t need to know about that.
“don’t worry about it,” kakashi assured, “you’re safe here, huh?”
you wiped the tears from your face as kakashi attempted to get a better look at you; to see you so close to him. afraid to turn away from his protective embrace, you glanced around the room with the corner of your eye, uncertain now.
“you are. i’m just next door,” kakashi answered for you in a matter of fact tone, still managing to keep his sweet, high pitched cooes in order. “hey, i’m sorry you had to see that.”
kakashi really was sorry. if he had known that what he’d done would effect you like this, he may have never done it to begin with. poor defenseless girl; it was the reason kakashi found himself so allured by you to begin with. you weren’t something capable of seeing that, let alone partaking in anything like that, but rather as a creature made for men like kakashi to protect, and to take care of.
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later that night, kakashi found himself once more entranced by your journey home. he had spent about an hour with you during the day, primarily easing your panic attack from the strange envelope you received and disposing of the flowers. they were red roses, likely bought from the yamanaka flower shop within the village. thankfully, knowing the owner of said flower shop would give him some access to whoever could have ordered them. in the meantime, though, kakashi was far too worried about you to leave you alone for now. he wouldn’t be capable of forgiving himself if something were to happen to you in his absence.
he knew he was pathetic. he knew all of it; he just couldn’t stop. kakashi had long since passed the blurry line of what was okay and what was not, running into a rather tedious tug of war of morality years ago when he first started following you home. in fact, it wasn’t until after your first date did kakashi feel a need to follow you, watch you from afar. up until that point, you were normally accompanied by your parents everywhere you went.
now, though, as he swung his legs from the tree branch outside of your home, watching through your window as you slowly peeled the day off — clothes first, then a shower — his increasingly irritating erection was getting harder to ignore. you were perfect in every sense of the word; smooth, untouched skin that made kakashi bite his lip towards. something so unknown, all for him to take and conquer. eventually, he would be in there with you. eventually, he would have you in the shower, then to bed. he wanted every part of you, and after today, his desires were becoming harder to ignore. your body fit too perfectly against his own.
by the time you left the bathroom and returned to your bedroom, towel wrapped snuggly around your body, you still seemed somewhat on edge. clearly, though, not enough on edge to close your curtains as you revealed your body to kakashi. perhaps you knew he was watching and did it on purpose; that’s what he liked to think. you weren’t trying to impress him, just your mere existence did that on it’s own, but you were you; natural, albeit slightly nervous from the day you had. how he wished to he able to tell you not to worry again, that he was there to protect you.
he started by palming himself through his pants, breathy groans escaping his lips in tiny increments as he teased himself before he actually got to see you naked. by then, his aggravated cock was out, slowly being pumped by his hand as he fought to suppress an animalistic moan. he loved this part; naked, alone, putting your panties on first. you’d bend over just how you did at work, days prior, enough to bring a man to his knees, and not just any man, but kakashi. he picked up the pace of his hand as you slowly, painstakingly pulled your panties back around your hips, sliding past your smooth legs and perfect thighs. kakashi whined, watching you tease him. you turned slightly, picking at the clothes you laid out for yourself for the night, giving kakashi the best view of your tits that seemed to shine in the light; he loved them, he loved you.
normally, he’d watch as you touched yourself, gasps escaping your parted lips that he so desperately wanted to hear, cursing the pane of glass in his way, but not tonight. you were too shook up from the day and kakashi couldn’t blame you for it. instead, his self pleasure was cut short as you left your bedroom, heading for the kitchen instead. kakashi bit the inside of his cheek, his nerves jolting in anticipation as his neediness grew too fucking hot.
before he knew it, he was at your front door with the sole intention of fucking the fear out of you; whatever he needed to do to prove that he was made for you; sexually, romantically, even platonically. you were busy pouring yourself an oversized glass of wine by the time a knock on your door made you jump out of your skin.
before even seeing who it was, you debated on calling the police due to paranoia. shortly after, though, you shook the fear away, knowing that whoever it was was likely a friend, coming over to debrief about their day.
you went to answer, despite your hand trembling as you unlocked the door and slowly opened it.
“kakashi,” your voice was a mixture of relief and confusion; mainly relief. his name coming from your lips was enough to make his cock twitch again. “what are you. . . doing here?”
kakashi lived down the street from you, having been neighbors your entire life. it wasn’t strange for him to be in the neighborhood, but he had never knocked on your door before now.
“i wanted to see if you were okay. if you needed anything from me,” kakashi said, a little too quickly for his liking but he managed to ignore it as you finally smiled softly.
“oh,” you responded simply, incapable of removing your smile because kakashi had never done anything like this for anyone before; perhaps you did see a side of him nobody else saw. “i’m okay. i was just — actually, just about to have some wine. wanna join me?”
yes. a thousand times yes. he would walk through fire for you, but he simply nodded instead. he entered — the first time, ever — immediately reminded of your recent shower. with kakashi’s heightened sense of smell, he was easily able to depict the scent of your shampoo, nearly making his eyes roll as he basked in it; sweet, like you. he swore, watching you go back to the kitchen counter, grabbing another glass from the upper cabinet made him feral. he could live this day forever, repeatedly. you, him, alone with a bottle of wine. kakashi didn’t even drink alcohol, but he would pretend to like it if it meant quality time with you.
you poured his glass, finally turning back to return to him at the dining room table, where he sat contently. his gaze never left you, whether it was eye contact or just watching you. no intimidation, no fear — you envied it, and all the while admired it.
“it’s chick wine. sorry,” you giggled softly, somehow feeling more comfortable with kakashi, who should be considered more of a stranger than a friend. in fact, up until a few hours ago, you were certain he hated you.
kakashi cracked a smile beneath his mask as you set the glass down in front of him. this time, you were certain you saw it; your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. you were actually making the copy ninja smile.
“thank you,” he spoke softly as you sat down beside him, keeping the bottle of wine within arms reach, knowing you’d need more than one glass to bring yourself to sleep tonight. “so, you’re okay?”
you swallowed a sip of your wine, unknowingly making kakashi shift in his chair as he watched the way a small dribble of it leaked from the corner of your mouth, quickly gone as you padded your thumb over it.
“as okay as i can be,” you tried being optimistic, but truthfully, you couldn’t get the photos out of your head. not only did they exist, balled up in kakashi’s trash can at work, but also in your mind; each detail engrained into you. you shivered. “sorry. i’ve just. . . never seen something so brutal.”
“why are you apologizing?” kakashi was genuinely curious. you apologized a lot without any particular reason. you shrugged, a shy giggle escaping your lips as you relished in the fuzziness beginning in your mind from the alcohol after a few more sips of it. kakashi hasn’t taken a single drop, not that you noticed.
“i dunno. don’t you see that kinda stuff a lot? am i a big baby?”
“no,” kakashi chuckled, making your heart warm at the sound of it, “you’re not a baby. but, it’s definitely not anything a woman should see.”
you clicked your tongue against your teeth. figures — kakashi is a chivalrous man; women shouldn’t be subjected to anything violent, but especially you. you, of all people, knew that you were not equipped to see things like that, and even you knew it, deep down. in fact, you doubted any normal person would have such a small reaction as kakashi did. still, at the same time, it made your core twist pleasurably, knowing kakashi had the stomach to see just about anything. he was strong — too strong — always had been. you remembered attending his father’s funeral — your family being one of few attendee’s due to sakumo’s reputation as a shinobi — and kakashi never shed a tear during it, despite your mother rubbing his shoulder, repeatedly asking if he was okay, or if he needed anything. you, on the other hand, have someone ask if you’re okay and you nearly burst into a mental breakdown after a long day at work.
“i’m looking into who sent it. you shouldn’t worry,” kakashi eased, fiddling with the stem of his wine glass as he watched the red liquid swirl around.
you grinned slightly, leaning forward as you rested your head in the palm of your hand, closely inspecting kakashi’s stoic expression before he finally glanced back at you and smiled, suppressing yet another chuckle.
“what?”
“why’re you being so nice to me?” you asked, another smile creeping on your lips, mainly because you were proud of yourself for finally asking, but also out of genuine curiosity. he looked at you with a questioning glance, seemingly uncertain as to what you meant. “you know what i mean. . . you aren’t particularly. . . approachable.”
“i just care about the well being of my employees,” kakashi lied, also proud of himself for coming up with that on the spot. still, your grin kind of faded as his answer sunk in. quickly, he changed his mind, “and, we’ve known each other for a long time. i do care about you.”
that was true, and it made you smile again. brighter this time. your eyes fell to your wine glass, sitting nearly empty. upon close inspection, kakashi seemed to take notice; grabbing the bottle to pour a small amount more into your glass. in the meantime, and to show your gratitude without outright saying it, you lifted your hand, mind fogged with intoxication already, to brush a strand of hair on kakashi’s head. you’d spent your life admiring his hair from afar, and touching it was just as you had imagined, even a little better. soft, silky strands that laid perfectly for him.
he somewhat flinched, barely noticable as you took another sip of your replenished wine.
“are you a virgin, kakashi?” now, he was nervous. so nervous, in fact, that his entire skin flushed a faded pink. he wasn’t a virgin, but the question coming from you made his stomach flip. you sat with a small grin, waiting for an answer while being so innocent; not knowing of the effect you had on him.
“n—no, why?” kakashi shyly answered, his mouth feeling dry and his throat feeling as though it was closing in. he set his hand against his cheek, poking his fingers beneath the fabric of his mask as it felt like he may be water boarded by his own sweat if you continued.
“why’d you flinch?” you asked, repeating the motion with your fingertips again, brushing the soft strands of his hair back. he swallowed hard, using every muscle in his body to not flinch again. “not used to a woman’s touch?”
he wasn’t used to anybody’s touch. people didn’t touch him. nobody touched him, at least not without the intention of killing him. but he could get used to yours. soft, warm, calm.
“well, are you a virgin?” kakashi asked, undertone evident that he already knew the answer to that question. unfortunately, kakashi wouldn’t be your first. spending too much time observing you from afar, he didn’t have the opportunity to take that part of you when a lone traveller stayed in konoha for three weeks a few years ago. he said he came from the land of iron — no shinobi experience prior — just a man traveling the lands as some sort of spiritual trip. it was stupid. kakashi went away on a mission that lasted one week too long and upon his return, saw the strange new glow in your skin and the sparkle in your eye when you looked at that guy. the hair on the nape of kakashi’s neck stood straight as he recalled every detail. he had gotten suspicious, and for your own safety, he told himself, broke into your house. he hadn’t done it before, and has not since. it was easy; finding your panties and being overwhelmed with the scent of another human being. devastated, it took everything in his power to remain collected until the day that man left the village, moving on to the next after promising to return to konoha later on. kakashi caught up with him a few miles out, and still remembers the sound of his neck breaking, squeezed between kakashi’s arms.
“maybe,” you shyly responded, taking another sip. kakashi leaned forward at this, looking to you with uncertainty and a hint of surprise. he knows your lying; the nerve you had, lying to his face. “i haven’t met the right guy!”
“but —” kakashi paused, attempting to make sense of your insistence. he felt as though he was going crazy; he knew he sensed something. “what about that traveler guy? what was his name?”
“ah, we fooled around a bit, not too serious,” you responded, waving your hand in dismissal at him. “he was only in town for, like, three weeks! what kind of girl do you take me for?”
as if on queue, the tension kakashi felt within him shattered, along with the stupid glass of wine he failed to realize he had been clutching onto. nearly immediately, you stood, yelping at the red liquid quickly beginning to spill over the table and onto the floor.
“‘m sorry, i -” kakashi stuttered, standing as he muttered apologies, already beginning to scoop shards of glass into his hand. despite the entirety of his skin flushing pink out of sheer embarrassment, your soft, small hands on his forearm brought his body to a screeching halt.
“kakashi, stop,” you breathed, “look at your hand.”
so he did, although he almost wished he hadn’t. the blood oozing from his palm nearly made the stone-cold jonin faint. swiftly, his mind worked overtime to think of some excuse to leave. he felt it. the hitch in his breath. the flash of white overtaking his sight. he was having another panic attack.
“come on,” you urged, not waiting for him to deny you as you pulled him towards the bathroom, his body — nearly twice the size of your own — seemed light as you dragged him down the hallway. “it’s okay. gosh, that looks deep.”
kakashi lost all rationality. he didn’t care if you noticed his glazed eyes staring at you as you scurried around the bathroom, flicking the light on and retrieving some bandages from the cabinet. you did notice his staring, but didn’t meantion it as you flipped his hand, closely inspecting the fresh cuts from the broken glass.
“does it hurt?” you asked, frowing as you looked up at him. still, he had that glazed expression under his mask. he was star struck. still, he shook his head, afraid that if he spoke up, he’d choke on his own words. despite his change in demeanor, you got to work, carefully cleaning the cut with lukewarm water and plenty of tissues. you were by no means a nurse, nor a medical nin, but you weren’t going to screw it up for him.
you worked in silence, focusing on the cut as it rapidly began to clot and close. you wrapped his hand with the bandages, almost embarrassed by your tactics as you knew kakashi probably knew more about patching up wounds than you did.
“i-i um,” kakashi muttered finally, after what felt like forever. it caught your attention, only glancing up at him as you continued to work the remaining bandage around his palm, “‘m sorry. i think i’m having a panic attack.”
“wh —” you shook your head in disbelief, noticing the eery calmness in his gaze that he still didn’t tear from you. he had never looked at you for this long. whenever you happened to meet his gaze before, he was always the first to look away. “what?”
kakashi felt ashamed, but he couldn’t control his body anymore. he was breaking down, and he felt it painfully slow under your attention.
“the blood on my hand,” he stuttered out, “‘m having a panic attack.”
“what can i do?” you asked, regardless of your suspicions. carefully, as to not disturb the shinobi any further, you lifted your right hand to place over his heart. he wasn’t lying; his heart rate was spiked. his hands began to sweat.
“‘t’s okay. . . i’m okay,” he released a shaking breath, not entirely certain how long he held it in for. “i can’t breathe.”
“you’re okay, kakashi, i’m here,” although you weren’t certain your words would soothe him, you said them anyways as you slowly reached further up, hooking your fingers into his mask. you hadn’t seen his face since childhood, and even then, it was scarce. he froze, going stiff as your fingers touched his cheeks, grazing against the five o’clock shadow hidden beneath. slowly, you mimicked his breaths as you pulled down his mask, allowing the shinobi to breathe without anything restricting him. he did, taking deep breaths as he continued to hold your gaze, not daring to look away. you didn’t even dare to look at the rest of his face. just his eye.
you reached for his headband, not noticing his hands until he grabbed onto you.
“don’t,” he warned, still staring.
“it’s okay,” you eased, quieter this time. “it’s just me, kakashi.”
it took a few moments. you counted fifteen seconds before he finally nodded, releasing his grip on your arms to let you continue. his warning couldn’t have prepared you when you lifted his headband over his unruly silver strands of hair. red, bloodshot, crying; kakashi hatake’s sharingan was crying.
you didn’t realize how close your bodies became. he leaned against the counter, just beside the sink that still ran with warm water. you had leaned into him, letting his uncertain hands place against your hips as your chest touched his, locking him into position.
“‘m okay,” he repeated once more, this time sounding more assured than before. his breath calmed, and his heart rate slowly retreated to it’s original thumping.
“do you want something to drink?”
“please don’t,” he responded quickly, “please don’t move.”
you nodded, feeling his grip on your hips grow stronger, more vicious. you felt his heartbeat, only believing him when it finally shallowed out again, gently tapping against your palm. the gnarly scar stretching down the left side of his face only added to his intimidating stare, despite the fact that it looked as though he was staring through you.
you stayed put until the trembling of his fingers subsided. despite the vice grip he held onto your hips, you could still feel him shaking. the tears in his sharingan dried, seeming as though it was a force of habit almost. kakashi never cried, or at least never showed that he did.
by the time kakashi came back into what was reality, he could hardly recall coming into the bathroom, or how the bandage got on his hand. still, he knew he likely blacked out and decided against moving for a few more moments until he was certain it was over. if he would have known, he would never had come here.
you didn’t say anything to him, but rather continued to monitor his heart beat and, more recently, the heat he was giving off. his forehead felt warm, and not only from the headband, but unnaturally warm. your fingertips moved between his chest, over his heart, to just above his brow. he didn’t flinch when your skimmed across his scar, and the intense gaze remained between the two of you.
kakashi was going to excuse himself as to not allow what just happened spoil your opinion of him, however, something stopped him. maybe it was the way you looked at him. whatever it was, he couldn’t physically peal himself away from your body. instead, he stayed; still and silent, attempting to read your mind through your eyes. while he wasn’t very successful, he was never a man to cower away from a risk. he leaned forward, craning his neck to meet your lips.
you wanted to stop him. it was wrong to kiss your superior. it was wrong for him to even be here in the first place, but his soft lips on yours seemed to freeze time and you couldn’t do anything other than feel him.
his body relaxed against yours, seemingly caught in the same predicament. his fingertips no longer vices against your body, but gentle as he held you closer. you didn’t feel afraid anymore, and you decided it was likely why you enjoyed it so much; why you enjoyed him so much. your hands went to his shoulders, which felt stronger than you had imagined them to be. his neck was firm, and his face was warm and soft, despite the light prickle from previously shaved facial hair. by the time your fingertips touched his hair, he was lifting you up easily, turning your bodies so that you sat on the counter. kakashi’s hand left you for only a moment as he blindly turned the sink’s water off, immediately returning to pull at your shirt.
despite not exactly knowing what sort of emotions would come after, you assisted the jonin in removing your clothes; you needed him, you realized. it wasn’t until you were so close to him that you felt safe, protected, even. you didn’t think the stone-cold anbu would be so gentle when they needed to be. his calloused fingertips dragged along your torso, finally pulling the tedious shirt over your head before he began pulling at his own shirt. you didn’t see him, but you felt his stomach; toned, muscular. years of treating his body like a temple that it nearly was one. you were almost afraid to touch him.
kakashi rid that thought out of your head quickly enough as he finally pulled his own shirt off, lifting your body again to carry you elsewhere. despite the fact that he found your bedroom rather quickly, you let him continue on as he laid you on the bed, hovering over top of you without any intention of leaving arms distance.
his fingers hooked into your pants at the hips, slowly pulling the fabric down without leaving any room for protest by suffocating you with his kisses. his mind was too far gone, going faster than his body was capable of in the moment. he groaned, silencing himself as his lips seemed to drag across the skin of your jaw and neck. in a state of bliss, he could only bring himself to worship your body, although the feeling of his hands hovering over your body was enough to satiate your desire as you bit your lip hard.
“kakashi —” your excitement, despite being nearly all-consuming, could not seem to trump your anxiety as the shinobi’s lips grew closer towards your hips. goosebumps traveled along your entire body as he stopped, his eyes averting to meet your gaze. he looked dumbfounded and beautiful; perfect, even, as his lips parted ever so slightly. he waited for you to continue, and the guilt made your saliva thicken. “do you have a c—condom?”
he stayed silent for a moment, his shoulder blades rising and falling with his heavy breaths that danced across the skin of your stomach.
“i want to,” you continued on, almost afraid that you said the wrong thing. your mind worked overtime in order to keep up with him. “we should use protection, though. . . right?”
he kissed your lower stomach again, his eyes closing for a moment in pleasure as his hands gripped your hips, harshly, but not enough to bruise.
“i can pull out,” he finally cooed, and despite the fact that the sentiment should warn you to stop immediately, your clouded mind almost wanted him anyways. you’d never seen the cold jonin so soft and gentle.
you nodded anyways, letting him continue his journey down your heated skin. not a single inch of you was left untouched or unkissed. soon, you’d let him be where no one else has. no amount of previous resentment could hold a candle against the feeling from the pit of your stomach. you didn’t want him, you needed him.
“relax,” he eased, kneeling before your legs, now. his hands on your thighs felt the underlying tension. you released a breath, closing your eyes to focus on his instructions rather than the instinctive response. kakashi felt the muscles in your legs ease ever so slightly, smiling as he noticed the look of pure concentration on your face. you didn’t want to disappoint him now.
whilst too preoccupied on keeping your body at ease, you hadn’t noticed his positioning, nor did you expect the soft, cool but warm feeling bursting from your cunt. your eyes snapped open, looking down towards your superior as he continued his actions, his tongue sliding between your folds like a starved man. he had manners, looking up his lashes towards your reaction. your back arched, angling yourself further against his tongue. your lower jaw quivered and your lungs had an overwhelming urge to release a sound you were not at all familiar with.
“you taste so sweet,” he offered from between your thighs, his tongue gently gliding over your clit; your knees bent, and kakashi grabbed your legs to move overtop his strong shoulders. his words made you moan, biting down on your lip again to stay quiet against the pillow.
“k—kakashi, ngh. . . d—don’t s—stop,” you whined pathetically, feeling your orgasm begin it’s ripple through your body. you were so close, you nearly forgot about the anxiety you felt. his fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, pinching you softly but enough to remind you where you were.
“want you to cum on my cock, baby,” he mumbled, his lips lazily kissing at the bundle of nerves between your legs as you sighed, feeling your orgasm pull away from you further. he looked at you, his bottom lip shining in the little light offered within the room from your slick. “need you to cum when i say you can.”
dumbly, you nodded. kakashi could have said anything just then, and you would have agreed. your mind felt primitive and unstoppable, chasing after an orgasm so harshly that you’d do anything.
you felt his calloused fingertips pry at your now weeping cunt, his middle finger circling around your hole as he admired the way it clamped onto nothing. a shiver ran down his spine as he pushed one finger inside, slowly, and often glancing at your face for a reaction. you moaned again, delayed from the strangeness of having another person’s fingers inside of you. while his fingertips weren’t very girthy, they were long and slender, capable of pressing against a spot you had not known about before.
“right there, babygirl?” he asked, the pad of his fingertip brushing against the spot with each soft thrust in.
“y—yes, there,” you managed to choke out.
“yeah?” he reiterated mindlessly, hypnotized by the way your cunt squeezed at just his finger. “you should see it. perfect pussy.”
“need more, ‘kashi,” you pled, obsessed with the way your body tensed with each stroke of his fingers. upon adding a second finger, kakashi’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head; how easily your cunt accepted his second finger made him groan. piling onto it, the uncontrollable sound you released as soon as he continued at a slightly faster pace, he was rock hard.
“fuck — little virgin pussy. . . and it’s all mine,” he mused as your moans steadied in pace against him. you nodded again, your entire body clenching as he fucked his fingers into you. “let me hear you say it.”
“y—yours, it’s all yours, k-kashi,” you whined out, feeling breathless already as his pace turned vigorous. despite the clouded state of your mind, you were pleasantly surprised by kakashi’s possessive nature, even in the bedroom. you’d fantasized about finally being swept off your feet, absolutely devoted to another person, but never expected it so suddenly. to think he was within reach this whole time; you’d call yourself stupid if you had the mental capacity to do so right now. “god! fuck, ‘m gonna c—cum!”
at your announcement, he retreated, his fingers violently pulled from your aching and weeping cunt with a loud, disappointed sigh from your lips. “not yet.”
unclear as to whether or not he was simply fast or if you momentarily blacked out, by the time you looked towards kakashi again, he had his pants off, slowly stroking himself with your slick as it still remained on his fingers. now, he leaned closer towards you, hovering over your shaking body to kiss your lips again.
“taste so good, baby,” he mumbled, growing needy as his cock waited mere inches from your opening, covered in your juices.
“s—slow, kakashi. . . go slow, please,” you begged, the reality of the situation becoming more clear in your mind after catching sight of his lengthy cock. he nodded, kissing you again like he couldn’t get enough of it. he moaned into the kiss, reminded that he had been looking through the window to his right mere hours ago for some sort of relief, and now he was on top of you, taking every last bit of your body for himself.
gentle, his left hand grabbed onto yours, interlocking your fingers as he pinned you to the mattress, his other hand busy aligning himself. he shuddered as the tip of his cock pressed against your wet folds, nearly pulling at him with an invitation.
the first inch was the worst. his thick head piercing through you so painfully slow that you were certain you’d rip in half. you could practically feel the pleasure as you toppled over the pain, adjusting your hips in subtle ways to achieve the perfect angle.
“that okay?” he asked, watching your brows furrow. you nodded as he bit down on his lip, resenting the pain he had to put you through to reach the pleasure. still, he continued, feeling the warmth of you wrap around him in a tight squeeze, he had to stop himself from cumming so fast. inch by inch, he spectated your reactions carefully. with each painful dip in, your hand squeezed at his. “so good, taking it so good.”
“it hurts, ‘kashi,” you whined, feeling hot tears begin to prickle at your eyes within a blink. he lifted his hand from your leg, wiping the pad of his thumb across your cheekbones to rid of the tears.
“so close, baby, just a little longer,” he encouraged, feeling a nearly electric sensation all over his body just as he bottomed out, being all consumed by the sensation of your hot, wet cunt squeezing him in so vigorously. “oh fuck — that’s it, baby.”
you nodded, tears continuing from the corners of your eyes as your free hand stroked and scratched at his hair instead of paying any attention to the pain bursting from deep within you. you felt his tip against your cervix, wincing when he moved even in the slightest.
“o—okay, i think it’s okay,” you finally instructed, feeling a hint of pleasure you were desperate to follow after. “keep going.”
he listened, despite his apprehension that you were lying to him. he didn’t care how long he had to wait there, however, he was dying to move. he kissed you again, soft and gentle before pulling away, his hand still locked with yours beside your head. he needed to see it. his body ached to watch his cock move in and out.
slowly, but not as slow as before, he pulled out, shivering as the base of his cock smeared with your virginal blood and slick. pushing forward again, he felt his cock brush against the spot you enjoyed from his fingering. you released a soft whine, feeling it again before he bottomed out.
with each slow thrust, kakashi felt your body ease. by the time your expression of suppressed pain turned to that of pleasure, kakashi was already panting and whining at the sensation overwhelming his cock.
“god, you were fucking made to take me, huh?” he breathed, picking up the pace slightly just as he had before. you moaned in response, your gaze meeting his in the heat of passion.
“u—uh huh,” you whined, somehow sounding more pathetic than earlier. much better than his fingers, he pressed every possible button with each push, moving your hesitation to the back of your mind.
“keep your eyes on me, baby. . . want you to remember who makes you feel this good,” his voice sounded soft but dark — demanding rather than asking. still, you listened anyways as kakashi’s free hand pinched at your cheeks, keeping your head still as he continued to fuck into you. his mismatched eyes would have terrified you in any other situation, half lidded and focused as he stared into you, he nearly looked feral. he was too gorgeous like this.
“g—go faster kakashi, please—” you cried out, despite his somewhat harsh grip he held on your cheeks. still, he obliged, releasing your face only to return his hand back to holding your hips in place, it seemed. sweat began to bead onto his pale skin shortly after pounding into you at a relentless pace. he wasn’t sure how much more he could take of the consistent squeezing and the sinful, lewd sounds you made in response to his every movement. “f—fuck!”
“waited too —fuck— fucking long for this,” he mused, nearly breathless as he continued his assault on your cervix, hypnotized by how well your cunt pulled at him, milking him. “innocent fucking girl — who do you belong to, huh?”
“y—you! fuck — i belong t—to you! mm—i’m gonna cum!” you cried out, barely coherent as your lungs were robbed of air. your body tensed again, pleased that kakashi continued at the same pace without edging you any further. tears boiled in your eyes again as you became used to his harsh cut off’s before you could finally orgasm. repeating his name in a soft hum as the wave of relief began pushing at you like waves on a shore. so close. dots clouded your vision. your legs felt as hard and heavy as rocks, bent and wrapped around kakashi as your toes curled behind him. your mind felt fuzzy and cleared at once, you breath continuously alluding you.
you practically fell onto the mattress from how harshly your body contorted against his thrusts, arching forward to feel more of him. more, more, more. the tears threatening to spill had began falling immediately after your orgasm, pleasure coarsed through your veins as kakashi still continued, never letting up on his pace.
“perfect, so p—perfect,” he repeated in a soft moan, his eyelids becoming heavier with each thrust.
your head spun, kakashi’s continuation overstimulating you to a new ground of consciousness, a new place of lust. you could practically feel his cock throb at your soft walls, pulsating and begging to paint them white. pulling soft whines from your lungs forced the jonin deeper, his steady stature now turning frantic and sporadic, breathing heavy.
“f—fuck, yes baby,” he finally released, his breathing long and smooth as he attempted to calm his overwhelmed nerves. still, his cock remained inside, snug as he spilled his seed into you. it was partially on accident, he convinced himself.
you couldn’t even bring yourself to mention it to him, nor could you even question if he came inside of you. you were star struck, staring up at him as though he was the one that made the sun rise each morning; like a diety of some sort. he liked holding a lot of power over you, but he liked holding you higher even better. he leaned down again, his cock still inside as he kissed you softly but messily. as you both laid, him hovering over you, attempting to catch your breath, he knew he’d gotten exactly what he had previously only dreamed for; your cunt full of him, your mind full of him.
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dunno if you're still looking for kakashi ideas buttt...
can i request a proposal or wedding oneshot with hokage kakashi pls? ty <3
sure! i saw you said hcs were fine too but i tried to do an oneshot tho =) anyways, heres kakashi proposing, kinda long lol, hope you like it! <3
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'it's today' kakashi thought, breathing deeply probably for the thousandth time that day. he had it planned for about a month but he couldn't help to feel anxious as the time got closer. touching the little velvet box in his pocket, kakashi watched the clock on his wall, wondering if time got slower since he step his foot there. he was waiting, not so patiently, for his lunch hour just to see you. everyday you stopped by to hand him his lunch or even eat together, but today it was going to be different, early that morning kakashi asked you if you two could go to Ichiraku get some ramen at his lunch time, and you agreed without a doubt, but actually he planned to take you on a walk by the river, where close by there was a picnic ready and waiting for you and then, lately he would finally ask you those four words he's been dying to say to you.
"are you waiting for someone?" he heard shikamaru's voice next to him, bringing him back to reality.
"huh?"
"I said are you waiting for someone? you're staring at the clock for some time now" the younger male affirmed, placing a pile of papers on his desk.
"just waiting for lunch, I'm kind of hungry" he tried to change the subject "and these are...?" he pointed to the papers in front of him.
"work. and you better be fast kakashi-sensei, there's more coming by the afternoon" he said turning away.
"thanks, shikamaru..." he said low while the boy closed the door behind him. kakashi shoulders got tense as he looked at it, taking a deep breath he didn't waist time to start, he had two hours until you came. by the time you walked through the door, kakashi placed the last paper sheet on the pile beside him, he rushed to get it all done and fortunately he had managed it just in time.
"hi, love" he said getting up to greet you with a kiss on your cheek.
"hey, babe, are you ready?" you smiled at him, placing your hand on his arm.
"for you? always" he joked, trying to act normal. you just laughed lightly, giving him a pat on the chest.
"should we get going then?" just as he was about to answer, you two got interrupted by shizune and shikamaru walking in with huge piles of paper, being followed by two other people holding just as much paper.
"hate to be a killjoy, but you have to get these ready till tomorrow" shikamaru explained while kakashi looked at him with wide eyes "and there's more coming". kakashi took a deep breath placing his hand on his face, frustrated about this inconvenience. he looked at you in the eyes and you could see the distress in them, smiling slightly you tried to reassure him.
"it's okay 'kashi, I'll go buy us some ramen and then we can eat here together, okay?" you caressed his covered cheek while he looked down at you, disappointed.
"I will make it up to you"
"there's no need, now go sit and get it started because I want you home tonight, I will be right back." you gave him a quick peck and turned away leaving the room, kakashi only stood there, hand in pocket touching the little box.
"hogake-sama?" shizune called him. now, taking a deep breath for the thousand and third time that day, kakashi sat by his desk and started once again those endless piles, upset his plan was ruined.
afterward when you came back with lunch, you two ate side by side, and after that you insisted to stay there with him, switching between helping him with paperwork and massaging his shoulders through the hours. when the sun was already down, he insisted you you go home, promising you he wouldn't stay all night there.
the two hands of the clock were up, indicating it was midnight when kakashi got home. taking his sandals and his hogake cloak off, he saw you on the couch, wrapped in a blanket watching whatever was on the tv. you glanced at the tired man in front of you, opening your arms you invited him over to your embrace and kakashi didn't even flinch when he moved to sit between your legs, hiding his face in your chest and holding you as close as possible to him.
"long day, huh?" you asked, stroking his soft silver hair.
"the longest. thanks for staying with me through the afternoon, I really appreciate it" he uttered.
"it's okay love, I just want to be by your side".
"forever?" he closed his eyes.
"forever".
kakashi then relaxed, drifting into sleep thinking tomorrow was going to be the day, he was going to ask you tomorrow. tomorrow.
kakashi was hopeful as his lunch time was getting closer, he again asked you to go to Ichiraku together and for the second time his clone got the picnic prepared. today everything was going to be fine, no paperwork to get done and no shinuze or shikamaru to trap him there all night. kakashi patted the box in his pocket, waiting for the time to come. he was going to ask you today. as the time passed, kakashi was getting impatient, usually you're never late and that was enough reason to get him anxious. the silver haired man then decided to summon his ninken to help him.
"congratulation, boss" pakkun said right away, trying to look nonchalant.
"I didn't asked her yet, pakkun" he started, looking at the dog frustrated "but I need a favour".
kakashi then proceeded to explain everything to pakkun and what he needed to do so his plan could work, the dog only agreed and told kakashi to relax, put this matter on his paws meant job done. kakashi only sighed, wishing pakkun a good luck when he saw the dog leave his office.
after hours of waiting, pakkun walked in the room, carrying a box on his back. kakashi stopped everything he was doing and looked at the dog, waiting for him to talk and actually explain why he took so long. when he noticed pakkun was waiting for him to say something, he arched an eyebrow in question.
"she's taking care of Mirai, boss, she said Kurenai had an emergency and she forgot to contact you. she also made me bring you food," kakashi exhaled, resting his head on the back of the chair " there's biscuits for me too, so pay attention to not take them." pakkun jumped on his lap, patting kakashi on the leg to get his attention.
"I should eat your biscuits just because you made me wait for so long" kakashi provoked the dog, who groaned at him in response. he tried not to get disappointed again by the fail, so he just reheated the food his girlfriend made and ate, enjoying his dog presence.
tomorrow, he was going to ask you tomorrow. tomorrow.
on the third day, everything was more than prepared, no paperwork, no unforeseen, no problem ahead. when you got there, kakashi quickly took you outside the hogake tower, not letting anyone interrupt you two. you walked beside him watching your way while kakashi watched you closely, distracted by your lovely figure next to him, he only noticed his surroundings when you started to get closer to Ichiraku. surprising you, kakashi took your hand and started to guide you in the opposite direction from the restaurant, you looked at him confused and he only gave you a warm smile. you decided not to ask, you trusted him with your life after all. taking his hand in yours, you intertwined your fingers, walking along with him.
you were already outside the populated part of Konoha, getting closer and closer to the river. kakashi was sweating as the anxiety dropped his stomach on his feet, the hot weather didn't help him at all with the shivers down his spine. watching him from your side eye, you finally spoke.
"what are you planning, kakashi?"
"nothing, love" he looked at you "I just thought we could enjoy the weather together". you looked at him suspicious, but decided to believe him anyway.
the walk was calm, the spring wind was blowing the flowers around you, helping the romantic vibe. kakashi was happy about how well this was turning out, you looked comfortable and joyful by his side, making he believe he couldn't be more in love. you stopped on your feet, turning your face to look at him surprised, he took a moment to realize you two were already by where his clone prepared the picnic.
"what is that, kakashi?" you squeezed his hand. kakashi looked over the blanket where the basket, the champagne and flowers were sat.
"for me looks like a surprise for a lovely person" he said playfully. you patted him on the shoulder and ran over the blanket, kakashi chose the right location under a big tree, making the river look ever more bright and clear from there, he was happy that place didn't not change at all along the years.
we walked slowly to you and places both of his arms around your waist, holding you tight from behind.
"I hope you like it" he placed a kiss on the top of your head.
"oh 'kashi, i loved it" you turned around, placing your arms around his neck "it's beautiful", you slowly took his mask down and placed a tender kiss on his lips.
"not as beautiful as you though" he answered when you broke the kiss, giving you a quick peck on the lips again "are you hungry?". kakashi watched as you happily agreed with him.
you two sat down next to each other and kakashi started to take things off the basket, he bought all of your favourites, and you watched it admired, it was almost like a mini feast for the two of you. kakashi could see not only in your eyes, but in your face as well how delighted you were and he couldn't be more satisfied by that. you two ate calmly, enjoying each other presence, the whole evening was full of food, conversation, laughter and caresses.
when you two were leaning on the tree, champagne glasses empty and your head on his shoulder, kakashi felt like it was the right time, so he turned at you taking a deep breath, taking your hand in his he turned your attention to him.
"y/n, my love, I don't know if your remember, but this was the place we met, right under this three" you shook in head in agreement, "since that day you became the most important person in my life, we were both fourteen years old and we were both going through tough times..., when I met you I felt a connection, and as the years went by I fell in love with you" he took his hand inside his pocked, holding your left hand only "and now, after so many things together, after a war, and after becoming hogake, after so many years..." he switch hands, holding your left hand with his right one, looking for the box in his other pocket "after so many years... I just know I couldn't be more in love with you..." he patted his back pockets lightly "I love you more than you could ever know... y/n..." he patted the pocket on his leg, looking in your tearfully eyes.
kakashi stopped for a moment, not believing this was happening. shit, shit shit. he held his head in his hand, taking a deep breath. this couldn't be happening.
"baby, what's wrong?" you asked seeing he changed his behaviour.
"I think I lost my keys" he came with an excuse, deadpan expression on his face. he stared at you, and for a moment you just stayed there looking at each other, until you break in laughter. kakashi didn't know how to react, but seeing you laugh that much, holding your belly in your hands, calmed him down, not believing his forgetfulness in such moment, he only could laugh at himself. you laid on your back, still laughing and he laid by your side, watching the tears fall from the corner of your eyes.
"oh my god" you said, trying to calm down "I love you so much, kakashi" you looked at him, smiling brighter than the sun "I love you so fucking much" you gave him a peck on his covered lips "thanks for today, love, I will never forget it" you shifted positions, laying your head on his chest, for a moment he became nervous about his heartbeat, but didn't mind as you cuddled him.
"me neither, darling" he placed his arm around your waist, and he didn't lie, he could he ever forget how he forgot the ring to propose you on that day.
the dark clouds became closer and closer to the village as the hours went by, kakashi and you were walking peacefully through the village, he early decided shizuke, shikamaru and naruto could handle things today, so he decided to take the day off to spend it with you. he was holding three bags in one of his hands, the other one was holding yours tenderly, after you went home yesterday, you two couldn't get off each other, you were still inebriated in kakashi's words and kakashi was still trying to pretend like he wasn't going to propose you yesterday, but he still had a plan. you two stopped at Ichiraku to get some lunch before going home.
"y/n, I was thinking if we could take a walk with the dogs today" he said when you two got home.
"I'm totally up, but we should go before it starts to rain" you mentioned.
the eight dogs walked around you two, you were close to the same river as yesterday, but near the training grounds this time, still no one around, you two were quiet, but not uncomfortable.
"how did you manage to get out that office today?" you looked at him.
"I said naruto could practice being hogake for a day and shikamaru being his right hand without me to train him, shizune is supervising them though" he explained to her.
"ugh, I hope naruto can become the hogake soon so I can have you all for me" you said playfully.
"you already have me all for you, darling, duh" kakashi pulled you close by your waist, placing a small kiss on your forehead.
"but not as much as I would like" you placed a peck on his lips, kakashi took his mask off and pulled your lips together again, tasting the sweet ice cream flavour you had before on your tongue. you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling the hair on his nape slightly. you two broke the kiss when the first drop of rain fell on your heads, looking to the sky, you two smiled at each other before sharing another kiss. the ninken who were close to you decided to run, happy about the earth becoming mud under their paws.
"oh, it's going to be a mess" you said, watching them play with each other.
"yeah, but a really cute one" he added.
"can't disagree"
you two watched as they played happily, mud now all over them. distracting you for a while, kakashi placed his vest on your shoulders, you gave him a smile and accepted it, wearing it fully and closing it around your torso. you two were now soaked from head to toe but you didn't even mind, you were happy with each other presence and nothing could change that. for a seconds you didn't even comprehend the words who came out of shiba's mouth as he got closer to you, a second later before a 'tag, you're it' you slipped on your feet as the dog jumped on you, making you fall butt on the ground.
"sorry!" the grey dog said before running away from you.
"thanks, shiba!" you voiced while kakashi only laughed at you "help me, 'kashi" you insisted, when he gave you his hand, you held it and pulled him to the ground as well "tag, you're it" you said, now laughing as well.
"what a dirty game" he declared, smiling playfully "I suggest you to run now" he said taunting you "I'm gonna count till five"
when kakashi started to count, you quickly got up on your feet, staying closer to the dogs. once he started to run, it was pure chaos, the dogs rushed around, trying to scape from him and you ran trying to stay on your foot, slippering most of the time. you ten played for a long time, slippering, falling and laughing, over and over again. it was kakashi's turn again when he made you his target, you tried your best to dodge from his touch, but when you got out of breath and placed your hands on your knees, you heard kakashi stop close to you letting out a giggle, you closed your eyes, trying to steady yourself, saying 'just a sec' to him. when you got up, you almost fell again as you saw kakashi on his knees, holding a little black velvet box in his hand.
"tag, you're it" he said opening it, revealing the prettiest ring you have ever seen. you watched him mouth-open, not knowing what to say, you felt tears forming in your eyes as he cleaned his throat, opening his mouth to say something "y/n, I love you, will-", you didn't let him finish as you jumped on him, making him fall back on the ground with you on top of him, saying 'yes' multiple times "I didn't even get to finish" he laughed looking at you, you sat on the ground and pulled him to sat in front of you, murmuring a little 'sorry'. taking a deep breath, he looked at you "y/n, will you marry me?" you took his mask down to look right on his face, the smile he gave you melted your heart and you never felt so vulnerable with him looking at you like that.
"yes, kakashi, I will marry you" you answered him, tears now rolling down your checks. kakashi took the ring and putted it in your dirty finger, but you didn't even care, it looked beautiful like that. you held his face with your both hands and kissed him deeply, and as kakashi pulled you closer, the only thing you could hear was the loud voices of the dogs behind you.
it didn't happen as planned, but kakashi didn't wish it to be any different, you were finally his.
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Can I rq hcs for kakashi with a tiny s/o? Like shes under 5'0 very very small
Kakashi X Reader | Short Reader
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When you two first met, he had to physically hold himself back from patting your head as you two talk. He can't help it okay, you already look cute and your height was cherry on top.
Once you two came closer and he was not so uptight he mindlessly rest his elbow on you head as if you're some table top. And when you give him the glare he laughs whole heartedly, which just melts your anger away in seconds.
And ever since you both were in a relationship he loves to rest his chin on your head, it is the perfect height. Doesn't matter where you are, you can be cooking he's there holding you from your waist from behind as he rests his chin on your head and you two talk about how your day was.
If you're into Icha-Icha too then he'll make you sit between your legs as you both read the novel together.
You were not to fond of your short height but ever since he mentioned how much he loves it, you suddenly don't have any problem with it :D
For him your short height is best because when you two are cuddling and he's the big spoon. And would laugh out PRETTY loud when you suggest to be the big spoon and end up just able to hug half of him from behind.
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🥺Something interesting to come...🤫🥷🏻⏳
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The Copy Ninja: part 2
Kakashi Hatake imagine (pt1)
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It has been a few weeks since Kakashi found out about baby number 2. You where giving him all the time in the world to tell your son Sakumo about the new additional. But the only problem was your stomach was starting to grow and show. 
Kakashi did not know how to tell his son about becoming a big brother. Would he evern understand? Well Sakumo is very smart, a genius. A very jealous genius. 
“Kashi just tell him. Is the famous copy ninja that scared of his own son?” You teased as you sat in the hokage office with him. You always made sure to bring him a fresh lunch when he’s working and well when your not throwing up or too swollen to walk through the village.
“Then why don’t you tell him?” He teased back making you laugh. 
“I might as well, by the tie you get to it baby will be ere already.” You said rubbing your stomach. You are half way through the pregnancy. This time it was a bit more simple, you knew what to expect. Things where just a little bit easier. 
“Lord 7th?” A knock came at the door. You sighed knowing your time with your husband was up. 
“I will see you later.” He said as he quickly got up helping you up from the chair. 
“Will you pick up Sakumo?” You asked 
“Of course. I did promise him I’ll help him train.” Kakashi said placing another kiss on your temple. 
“I am making the perfect smoked salmon for dinner. So do not be late.” You threatened him giving him stern eyes. 
“Yes of course dear.” He said with his cheeky smile. 
Just as he said Kakashi was at the academy gates waiting. He tried to pick up Sakumo most days after school. He did his best to get out of the office on time. He liked the time he got alone with his son, hearing about his day. He also didn’t want to make you walk all the way through the village. The Hatake clan mansion he restored was a little out of the way.
“Papa!” His sound voice yelled as he ran to him. 
“Ready for training?” He asked as he handed his son an apple. 
“Of course! I want to show you something new I know!” He said between bites of the apple. Kakashi could probably listen to his son go on all day and not get bored. 
Kakashi understood his son was only 4 but he was a prodigy just like he was. His son didn’t even have the sharingan but seemed to be able to pick up jitsu very fast. 
“watch this!” sakumo yelled before throwing some hand signs. Kakashi followed, the hand signs for the fireball jitsu & lighting? The fire ball that Sakumo blew out was bright blue with lighting. It went far burning all the target on the field. 
“Wow Sakumo, did you learn that all on your own?” Kakashi asked looking at his son proudly.
“Kind of. I was practice the fire ball jitsu you taught me. Then I think I messed it up and then this happened.” He said shrugging. 
“Sakumo you will be the greatest shinobi. You must not only be strong but smart. You have a lot of important people to protect.” Kakashi said as he kneeled in front of his son. 
“I know that. You’ll be really old and weak soon so I have to protect mommy...and you.” Sakumo said his cheeks getting a little pink. He wouldn't admit it but he really liked hearing so much praise from his father. 
“Not just mama and me. You have to protect someone else also.” Kakashi said knowing he needed to tell his son about the new baby. 
“And Konoha” Sukamo said 
“Well yes but there’s someone else. They will be smaller then you and you need to protect them. Your going to be a big brother, they will look up to you. “ Kakashi said as he saw the wheels turning in his sons head.
“I don’t want a little brother.” Sakumo huffed crossing his hands. 
“Well your getting one. Mama is pregant and you’ll have a little baby brother or sister very very soon. So you need to start asking like a strong big brother.” Kakashi said taking his sons hand as they started their way back home. 
“Why are you and mama having another baby? Am I not good enough?” He asked not daring to look up at his father. 
“Sakumo, do not say things like that. We love you so much. But mama and I have so much love that we want to share it.” Kakashi started to explain.
“Gross” His son mumbled not wanting to hear about whatever it was Kakashi was trying to explain. 
“Sakumo, you will make a great big brother. Just wait, once the baby is born you will feel so much love.” He said laughing a this son. 
“Is that how you felt when I was born?” He asked.
“I have never felt so happy in my life. You are the one who made me a father, thats why I gave you my fathers name.” Kakashi said making Sakumo smile. Maybe having a little sibling wont be so bad. 
The months went by pretty fast and soon your where almost too big to do anything. You weren’t sure if you where happy or angery that your water broke in the middle of the night. You where happy because Kakashi was right there.
“We need to grab the over night bag. Also I need to shower really fast. There is lunches and dinners made just in case I’ll be in the hospital long. And Sakum! Whos going to stay with him? What about getting him to school?” You panicked trying to pack your bag. 
“Don’t worry, I called Naurto, he’s going to watch him and get him to school. Sakura is already waiting for us at the hospital.” Kakashi said trying to be calm for the both of you. nothing really faced him, he already planned everything to make it less stressful for you. 
“Mama where you going?” a small voice spoke. You say Sakumo standing in the door way in his pajamas. 
“Little mochi is coming. I have to get to the hospital. and you’ll be a big brother by the morning.” You said as you tried your best to lean down. You where too worried to leave him alone. 
“That must be Naruto.” Kakashi said as he heard a knock at the door. 
“No I want to go too.” Your son whined. 
“Naruto can bring you in the morning.” Kakashi tried to reason with his son.
“No” Sakumo was very stubborn like his father. 
“okay let’s go please.” You cried feeling the contractions getting a lot closer. Kakashi picked you up as Naruto took the little copy ninja. 
Labor was easier this time around then the first. But it was still long and painful night. Kakashi stayed by your side the whole time.
Naruto sat in the waiting room trying his best to distract Sakumo. Naruto was 18 when Kakashi told team 7 about you being pregnant. He knew this little kid all his life. It was weird seeing Kakashi as someone more then his sensei. It was even weirder to have a little Kakashi try and boss him around. 
“Do you think I will be a good big brother?” Sakumo asked Naruto. 
“Of course. I always wanted a little brother or sister. But then I got team 7. Their my family now.” Naruto said not too sure what to say. 
“You did so good love.” Kakashi said brushing your slightly damp hair back from your forehead. The room was filled with a small cry as sakura cleaned off the baby. 
“How are you feeling?” He asked still worried about you. Your charka was lower then normal. You weren’t a ninja so he always worried for you. 
“Congratulations, you have a beautiful healthy daughter.” sakura said handing you the small baby. Kakashi say next to you with doe eyes watching his wife and daughter. 
“Welcome to the world Rishi.” You said as your hand ran through the silver hair. Your daughter opened her big dark eyes looking around. 
“Good job Kakashi, the great copy ninja of all the lands. made another damn copy.” You teased before gently handing the baby to Kakashi. He looks so odd with the baby. She was so small compared to his large stature. 
“She looks a lot like me doesn’t she?” Kakashi said with a smile. 
“Can you get Sakumo?” You said as Kakashi handed the baby back to you. He thought you’d want to rest but he knew better then to not listen to you. He walked into the waiting area smirking to find Naruto spawned out on the chair with Sakumo on top of him asleep. 
“Uh- Naruto. Is this how you watch over a kid. He is a sneaky one. The things he could’ve done when you where asleep.” Kakashi teased as he kicked Naruto leg to wake him up. 
“Oh Kakashi Sensei. I was just resting my eyes.” He said rubbing his neck as Sakumo woke up. 
“Do you want to go meet your baby sister?” Kakashi asked taking his sons hand.
“Naruto did you hear that! I have a little sister.” Sakumo said excitedly, no signs of sleep leaving. 
“Better go check on her and your mom big brother Sakumo.” Naruto said with his famous grin. 
“Thank you Naruto.” Kakashi said before leading his son back tot he hospital room. 
“Mama!” He yelled as he ran into the room. 
“Come here baby.” You said as Kakashi easily picked up your son putting him the bed gently next to you. 
“I’m not a baby, I’m a big brother now.” he said as he leaned over your lap looking at his sister.
“She’s so cute” He said in awh. He couldn’t believe she was real. 
“She looks just like you when you where a baby.” You said smiling.
“Really? I don’t think I was that small” He asked with big eyes. 
“Of course, you and Rishi are little copies of papa.” You said smirking at Kakashi. 
“Maybe your next little sister will look just like mommy.” Kakashi said giving you a wink. 
“Mama you already have another baby in your belly?!” Sakumo asked with wide terrified eyes. 
“No your father thinks he’s just funny.” you said sending your husband a glare. 
“Maybe we will have to keep trying till we get one that looks like you?” Kakashi asked making you smack his chest. He couldn’t help it, he loved his family, he loved you for giving him this family. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. And he already noted that he will keep putting babies in you until you had your own clan. 
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In the middle of the night
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Kakashi Hatake x reader
Warnings: anxiety if you squint, craving
Authors note: just a little something that popped up when I wanted to sleep and it just wouldn't let me do so.
Based on the song "middle of the night" by Elley Duhé. Listen to it here: middle of the night In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night  Just call my name, I'm yours to tame  In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night  I'm wide awake, I crave your taste All night long 'til morning comes  I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh  In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh
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I summoned you, please come to me 
Don’t bury thoughts that you really want 
I fill you up drink from my cup 
Within me lies what you really want 
Your hands trembled, as you tried to keep calm. 
It wasn’t the first time that you threatened to lose your cool, no. It tended to happen frequently, coming and going whenever it pleased lately.
Taking a few deep breaths, you got up from your bed, crumpling the already wrinkled sheets even further. Stepping into the bathroom you flicked on the light, letting your eyes get used to it as you wandered further into the small room.
Water. You needed water. Turning it on you didn’t hesitate to splash some of it into your face, hoping that the cool liquid would be able to cool your heated body down. Your erratic heart didn’t calm, though.  
Come, lay me down 
'Cause you know this 
'Cause you know this sound 
Looking into the mirror you locked eyes with yourself, memories flashing before them. Specks of silver hair, his hands on your body, gripping your skin tight. Closing your eyes, you tried to wash the memory away.
Ever since this night things had changed. 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night 
Just call my name, I'm yours to tame 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night 
I'm wide awake, I crave your taste 
All night long 'til morning comes 
I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh 
You could have sworn you still tasted him on your tongue, the mixture something sweet and salty.
You hated the way things were now, your feelings scattered along with your heart. How it was still beating – you didn’t know.
You heard him call out your name clear as day, and for a split second you believed he stood behind you. But when you turned around there was no one.
Not being able to sleep you wandered into the kitchen, preparing some tea. You knew there was a high possibility that you would be awake till morning comes. 
These burning flames, these crashing waves 
Wash over me like a hurricane 
I'll captivate, you're hypnotized 
Feel powerful, but it's me again 
Tea in hand you sat down on the cushions scattered around the floor. The tea was hot, but not nearly as hot as your memories burning their way into your brain forever. You knew you wouldn’t be able to forget what happened, your restless mind a constant reminder.
Wave after wave the euphoria washed over you, bathing you in its sweet taste. Your skin tingled as you imagined his fingers brushing over it ever so delicately, leaving a scorching trail in their wake. 
Come, lay me down 
'Cause I know this 
'Cause I know this sound 
You let yourself lay down on the cushions after setting the cup aside. Hearing his voice resonate in your head you shook it, trying to get rid of the sound – your favourite sound in the world. 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night 
Just call my name, I'm yours to tame 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night 
I'm wide awake, I crave your taste 
All night long 'til morning comes 
I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh 
Your eyes fluttered close as you finally let yourself sink into the memories. There was no use in trying to free yourself from their grip, so why even try anymore?
Sighing, you let your inner eyes swipe over his features. His silver hair, his dark eye, the tactical gear he always wore – except for that one time he held you in his arms, rid of all clothing.
Your body shuddered involuntarily at the scenes flashing before your eyes. The look of pure lust in his eye, darkening it to a point where it almost seemed black. His fingers, dancing on your skin, eliciting little sparks from it.  
And just call on me, ah, just call my name 
Like you mean it 
Breathing out his name when suddenly the doorbell rang, your heartbeat quickened to an almost unhealthy pace.
You sat up, taking a moment to gather yourself, before making your way towards the door. When you opened it, it had already rang twice, the sound causing you to flinch.
Your knees wobbled when you laid eyes on the man standing in front of you. “Kakashi.” you breathed out in shock, trying to ignore the way your cheeks burned up, when you remembered that you were only wearing your pyjamas.
He breathed heavily, before closing the distance between you. That his typical ninja mask was missing slipped your attention. His mouth attached to yours with enough force to make you stumble backwards so he could step inside and close the door, his lips never leaving yours.
A surprised moan left your lips at the action. You needed to feel him, make sure that he was really there. 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night 
Just call my name, I'm yours to tame 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night 
I'm wide awake, I crave your taste 
All night long 'til morning comes 
I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh 
In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh, whoa 
Falling into your bed together you swore to yourself to never let him go. You were his to take, and he was yours.
In the middle of the night, he devoured your body. In the middle of the night, you called out his name, his taste engraved on your tongue. In the middle of the night, he loved you, telling you how he was addicted to you. An addiction, that he couldn’t shake off. 
In the middle of the night. 
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pairing: kakashi x f! si! Y/N
genre: fluff, humor, romance.
word count: 1500
a/n: me to my friend at our own winder wonderland: this place is so perfect for dates with your s/o! why don't i have kakashi or obito with me 😩 you know what, i'll write a one shot about it 😤
my friend: you write that one shot bby
The sun is just beginning to set, making way for the bright LED lights to provide a source of luminescence; twinkling of blues, greens, reds, pinks and purples.
The sky is a brilliant shade of lambent blue where you can almost see the stars and the full moon shyly peeking through, waiting for the right time to shine.
Behind the four metal detector frames is a dark blue arch made of gibson board. There are drawings of a snowman with a green and white striped scarf and the classic black top hat, penguins, a polar bear and children building their own snowmen or engaged in a snowball, toothy grins on their chubby cheeks. Above, written in elegant cursive and in a porcelain shade of white, Konoha’s Winter Wonderland.
There is a long queue of people – from families, couples, to groups of friends – all lined up in front of the metal frames. Though, the air isn’t suffocating and the wind blowing doesn’t bite them, just gently nipping at their winter clothes.
“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” Y/N squeals, excitement evident in her tone as she rises her shoulders up to her ears to protect them from the cold. Around her waist is a pair of muscled arms that are resting loosely, fingers barely intertwining in front of her midsection.
Kakashi lets out a sound of agreement as he gently sways Y/N, basking in her elation. They have been trying to purchase tickets to the wonderland for the past month and a half and, by some miracle, they have managed to score two tickets.
Normally, the silver haired middle school teacher would avoid crowded places like the plague. Though, with Y/N cutely pouting at him and displaying her infamous – and merciless – Bambi eyes, Kakashi couldn’t say no. So, he spends every day refreshing the website to see when tickets are on sale to surprise her with. And when he got those virtual tickets, she had tackled him and planted kisses all over his face, and hugging too tight his face turns blue when she hears him laugh in delight.
When their QR code is scanned, Y/N drags her husband to the nearest face paint stand and she fistbumps the air when there are only two people in front of them.
She opts for yellow stars with white glitter that trail from above the arch of her eyebrow all the way down to the apple of her cheeks on the left side of her face since that’s her good angle when taking pictures.
“What do you think?” She asks in a sing-song voice, shimmying her shoulders.
Kakashi can’t help but to snort, “Cute.” and he ruffles her hair but makes sure to not mess her straightened bobcut.
Y/N beams up at him and huddles closer to him for heat, smiling brightly when Kakashi’s arm rests on her frame and pulls her closer to him as they walk around the park.
“Where do you want to go next?” Kakashi asks as he scans the rides available, taking note of which one they can go on.
Y/N’s face is frozen in a maniacal smile; big round, shifty eyes and shallow breathing that almost sounds like the beginning of a hysterical laugh.
“Nervous?” Kakashi asks and rubs her arms, well aware of her fear of heights.
Y/N doesn’t reply and instead rigorously nods her head like some bobble head.
“We can start off with the smaller rides?” He offers, “Or we can go straight to the arcade.”
Kakashi’s wife processes his words as she eyes their surroundings, in pursuit for a thrilling yet short ride; both in time and height.
A neon sign, Crazy Hungry Caterpillar, written in the order of green, yellow and red grabs her attention and she tugs Kakashi’s hand and points at the ride of a train designed as a caterpillar.
The line consists of children between the ages of five to ten years old. The tracks are roughly five ten feet above ground and the carts are big enough for two people to ride in, the ideal rollercoaster.
Kakashi doesn’t sigh but he does chuckle at how comical they must look; A hundred and eight centimeter tall man accompanying his a hundred and fifty six tall wife on a ride meant for babies. His suspicion is confirmed when the parents of the children waiting in line stare at them in befuddlement while the children shamelessly gape at them, not that they know any better.
Kakashi just smiles, eyes turning into crescents, as he follows after his bouncing wife. Despite how tame the ride appears, he could tell that Y/N is still nervous from the way she keeps squeezing his hand to the point it turns red and that frenzied grin is still stuck on her face.
They are seated in the middle and even though she is restless, Kakashi knows that Y/N is also excited. She just has a strange way of showing her fear. His wife did not stop laughing during the whole ride, even during the sharp and sudden turns or the small drop towards the end. She even insists they go for a second round and, this time, Kakashi laughs along with her, enjoying and savoring the moment.
Y/N walks on wobbly legs when they get down from the rollercoaster but Kakashi is there to help her. In thanks, she stands on her tiptoes and plants a big, wet kiss on his cheek.
“Oops,” She giggles when she pulls back, “I got lipstick on you.”
Kakashi shrugs, “It’s my own face paint.” and it isn’t funny but Y/N guffaws nonetheless, drunk on exhilaration.
Next, they get cotton candy even though Kakashi doesn’t like anything sweet but he will eat whatever his wife eats. He gets a blue one and she gets a pink one.
“It’s not a sexist thing!” Y/N insists when Kakashi jokingly mentions the colors. “You like blue and I like pinks. Simple.” she huffs, making her husband laugh because he just loves seeing her get all worked up.
The two walk around the park, hands interlocked, mouth filled with soft sugar clouds. The song You by Regard x Troye Sivan x Tate McRae is playing in the background.
They briefly watch as a woman dressed as a winter elf dances while blowing bubbles, children from all ages jumping about in front of her stage as they try and catch them.
A plethora of booths are scattered about; food, apparel, souvenirs, everything is available for purchase.
When they throw away their empty cotton candy sticks, Y/N points to a large house made from wood located in the corner.
“Let’s go check the Haunted House out!”
Kakashi’s eyebrow quirks.
“What?”
At his exasperated stare, Y/N dramatically rolls her eyes, “I won’t get scared, promise!”
“Huh.”
“Promise!”
Y/N gets scared.
Screaming, jumping and laughing at every monster and serial killer that jumps at them. At one point, Y/N laughs so hard and so out of control that one of the actors stands awkwardly in front of her before joining in on her laughter. Though, he isn’t entirely sure why they were laughing. Hey, at least it’s better than that time he got punched by a man dressed in a green leotard. In the middle of winter. With a bowl cut.
Kakashi doesn’t even flinch, nor bat an eye at the man chasing them with a chainsaw. He just follows after his wife to make sure she doesn’t get lost…again.
Y/N is clutching her stomach, gulping air, wheezing a laugh when they finally make it out of the haunted house. And even though Kakashi found it stupid, he still has a light expression because what matters is that Y/N is having fun. And whenever Y/N is enjoying herself, then Kakashi feels happy.
The married couple play a few of those ripped off games and Kakashi manages to win a stuffed llama –
– “His name is Larry!” –
And a red and orange frowning octopus –
– “Kacchan!” totally not after her favorite anime character –
before they get dinner from one of the endless rows of food stalls.
By the end of the night, Kakashi is dragged all over the park for popular selfie spots where he is pretty certain that both of their phones have about five hundred new pictures of themselves and of the gorgeous decoration.
Y/N passes out the second Kakashi pulls out from the parking lot and makes their way home. Though, he isn’t upset that his wife fell asleep.
He knows how hard Y/N had been working the past year and this fun little outing is Kakashi’s way of thanking his wife for all her hard work and effort.
Afterall, he knows that if he is in such a situation, Y/N would do the same thing for him as she had done so in the past.
Kakashi is immensely grateful for marrying such a wonderful woman.
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pupkashi · 11 months
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kakashi <3
a/n: hi friends !! enjoy this little thought i had <3 I’ll have something better up hopefully after finals :] not proofread sry </3
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kakashi holds you close whenever he can, letting his silver hair tickle your cheeks when he’s bending down to place kisses on your cheeks. he’s intertwining his fingers in yours, pulling you even closer than you thought possible, his heat radiating off his body and warming you up
kakashi’s reading you his book to bed, stuttering and cheeks flushing when he gets to a smut scene, hes glancing over at you and trying his best to skip the part without being too obvious.
you’re giggling at his antics, taking the book from his hands and reading the much too detailed sex scenes out loud, running around the house with the hokage hot on your heels.
“‘faster!’ she mewled, his pants and whimpers filling the room as he thrusted in and out of her-” you were cut off as your lover tackled you to the ground, giggling as he ripped the book from your hands, throwing it across the room.
“I’m never reading to you again” he sighs, resting his head in the crook of your neck. you only smiled, “you’re the one reading sex, loser.”
he pouts at the insult, placing a kiss to your jaw, then your cheek, then your lips, “your loser right?” he’s smiling widely, his eyes sparkling with love as he looks at you.
“I can’t believe you’re the same copy ninja in people’s bingo books” you smile, hes pouting again. “I’ll have you know I’m very intimidating when i wanna be” his brows are furrowed and the apples of his cheeks are still flushed pink, his hair floppy and soft, you can’t stop yourself from running your fingers through it.
“okay, I’ll believe you i guess” you smile, kakashi wastes no time in picking you up, carrying you to bed before slipping under the covers with you, taking you in his arms and holding you tightly.
the smell of his cologne hits your nose as you rest your head on his firm chest. you’re smiling as you pepper kisses on him, adoring the small giggles leaving his lips.
“i love you kashi” you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as he kisses the top of your head.
“i love you more darling” his reply is soft, the words land gently on your ears, your cheeks still heat up at the words.
as the two of you drift to sleep kakashi feels whole, he’s happy to come home to you and have routine with you, he’s happy to hold you every night and know you’ll tease him but end up kissing him to bed every night anyway.
kakashi’s so helplessly in love with you and he doesn’t mind one bit.
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Given Enough — KAKASHI HATAKE
『summary: kakashi’s past still haunts him; even with the love and comfort from a possibility of a normal, domesticated life, guilt continues to consumes him. 』
cw: angst, mentions of violence, panic attacks, night terrors, F!reader, kakashi finally has somebody to calm him down
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❝Always the fool with the slowest heart, but I know you'll take me with you.❞
His lashes batted open, strangely calm compared to the familiar snap of wakefulness. He was wide awake now, his mismatched eyes shifting from each corner of the bedroom in order to remind himself where he was. Who he was.
He turns, attempting to nuzzle closer to the warm body beside him. Your smell alone can ease him back to sleep — he knows this, and reaches out — partially disregarding your light sleep patterns, he places his hand on your shoulder to pull your body closer. You can fall asleep again pretty quickly, he just needed to hold onto you.
His hand, as soon as the palm touched your shoulder, left a darkened print against your skin. In the midst of midnight rain with no other light available but that of booming thunder and silent streaks of lightning, the mark seemed to be a black tar, spreading from the palm of his calloused hands to the womanly curvature of your shoulder. His breath spiked, nearly rolling from the warmth and comfort of your shared bed to make his leave — to rid of his sins and guilt before you would notice them slipping through the cracks.
He was terrified you’d hear his staggered breaths as he bit back on a loud sob, haphazardly searching for the light switch in the bathroom after he closed the door behind him, using only the clean, bare-fleshed hand to touch anything else. With no visible cut or scratches, blood dripped from his fingertips at an alarming rate. The smell of singed skin and metal filled his nose, burning his eyes until crying became a forced reaction rather than something he slowly released. His clean hand turned on the faucet, it’s warm water quickly heating to an ungodly temperature. His hands burned, a light red tinting the flesh of his palms and lower arms as he vigorously scrubbed the guilt away. Suddenly, his weight shifted forward as he leaned against the countertop, soaking his loose fitting t-shirt with scalding water from his messy washing. Tears soaked beneath his eyes, pinching at his cheeks.
“It won’t come off,” He sheepishly cried, noticing the running water spinning down the sink’s drain; it’s crimson color never fading. Blood continued to gush all over his covered hand. As if the water was the blood. Obito’s eye cried with him, his vision becoming increasingly blurry from the tears and the disorientation from mismatched irises. Rin’s youthful tone disintegrated into an angry scowl, shouting Kakashi’s name over the sound of the running faucet and Obito’s dying wish. “It’s not washing off. . .”
He bit into his lower lip, tensing the carved muscles in his body to suppress the scream for help he so desperately wished for. His eyes burned and were eventually incapable of seeing his own hands beneath the running water. His body felt tighter and tighter, but it had not occurred to him that another pair of arms wrapped around his waist; small hands gently massaging the strained muscles in his core to relaxation.
“I got you,” Your voice — so angelic over the screams and pleas for salvation — kept him tethered to his surroundings. You were calm, pressing your cheek against his back as you held onto him; not tightly, but strong enough to remind him.
“Haven’t I given enough?” His voice was so low and sultry, you were uncertain if he had actually directed the question towards you or to the figments of his imagination. Still, you peaked your eyes beside him, watching with him as he vigorously scrubbed the palm of his hand, red and irritated to the touch. The steam of the water had fogged the mirror beyond assistance, turning your bodies into ghostly figures. You felt it’s heat on your knuckles, the closest part of you to the faucet. He sounded desperate and weak.
He had mentioned his run-in with Sasuke mere hours ago after returning home from the summit. Naruto’s pleas for mercy upon his friend failed, being promised repeatedly that Sasuke Uchiha was a national terrorist, threat, and is to be killed on sight. Despite the way your body sank as he spoke about it — a young boy, no older than seventeen being hunted for — he sounded unamused. He only slowed his pace when he passively mentioned that he would hold himself responsible; that Kakashi would kill Sasuke so Naruto doesn’t have to. Perhaps unknowingly, or maybe entirely aware, the thought process awakened his deepest guilt, flooded with fear of his past. He stirred in his sleep all night, reminded of Obito and Rin. Who was he kidding? Was he really capable of killing one more?
“You’re burning yourself,” You eased your hand further, turning the other knob just enough to rid the running water of it’s steaming grace, lashing at Kakashi’s abused skin. Your hand ran along his forearm, carefully inspecting each overworked vein and stern muscle, trailing closer towards his hand, rubbed raw. Unbeknownst to you, his gaze had latched onto your easing fingertips as they traveled closer to his, not caring about getting wet, or touching the gushing blood pooling in his palm.
His scrubbing — shifting his body back and forth — finally halted as your hand touched his, slowly intertwining your fingers with his, despite the small lacerations he created from the scratching. His body stiffened once more, suppressing a cry as he stood still. You heard his heart beat, pounding against it’s containing rib cage as your cheek rested against his back again. Despite the internal pounding for release, his breath remained shallow. Like a turtle terrified for it’s life, Kakashi kept his stillness, his anxiety, his heart contained to himself, despite your constant assurance that nothing would ever change between you and him.
“Keep your hands there. I’ll be back,” You softly cooed, feeling the cool relief of the water, certain it would feel much better than near-boiling. He didn’t respond, but instead remained still as you slowly peeled from his body, sliding your hand across his forearm again as you left the bathroom. You moved quickly but silently, grabbing your pillows and the comforter that was messily sprawled across your mattress to bring with you. You planned to do laundry today anyways.
Finally placing the pillow to the bathroom floor with a soft thud, you guided Kakashi away from the faucet, not bothering to turn it off in fear that he may snap into another anxiety attack.
“Come lay down, just right here,” You eased slowly, feeling as though your body was being crushed under the weight of him as he slowly went to the floor. His head barely hit the pillow and he curled inwards. His red hands were only irritated now, but at least they weren’t stained with blood that was not there. “There you are, baby. I’ll be right here.”
You laid down beside him — behind him. Your body wrapped around his again, just like before. His muscles eased, entirely complacent against your touch and direction. You placed a kiss against the back of his head, burrowing yourself into his scent and warmth like you always did before bed when he was home. You opted for his side of the bed and his clothes when he wasn’t.
“I love you,” You quietly announced, your arm finding comfort beneath his own as you molded against his backside. If the faucet had not still been running, you would have heard his breathing as it stabilized and his sniffles concealing a cry. You didn’t feel him move because of your quick drifting to sleep again, but he pressed against you closer, to be held tighter. He may not be in a bed — or comfortable at all, really — but he was with you.
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sharingangirl · 2 years
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Chibi Kakashi 🥰🥰
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kakashisenppai · 1 year
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hi! welcome back! may i request some dad!kakashi hcs?
omg just thinking about dad!kakashi makes my heart melt, i originally thought about him having a daughter but i think you can read it as it was a boy just aswell, and i imagine them being like 3-4yo. anyway, hope you like it! let me know what you think!!!
dad!kakashi who everyday wakes up early to make them breakfast, most times just simple animals shape pancakes that he knows it will make them smile.
dad!kakashi who cant never say no to them, of course he didn't want them to be spoiled but he couldn't deny anything they asked. playing with dolls? yes. dressing up as characters? sure. tea party? of course. playing in the mud? absolutely. drawing on the wall? make sure to hide it from you.
dad!kakashi who didn't think he was going to be a good father when you told him you we're pregnant, but couldn't imagine his life without your children now.
dad!kakashi who always took you two on walks by the creek, one hand holding yours and the other one on his pocket, watching carefully your children walk in front of you two, always getting distracted by their surroundings. most times his ninken were there too, and while you and him sat on the grass and enjoyed each other presence, they would play with your kid and you two would just watch it in pure bliss.
dad!kakashi who always carries them when they're asleep, holding them carefully and slowly walking back home, not wanting to wake them up after consuming so much energy after playing all day.
dad!kakashi who reads for them every night before they go to sleep, always making sure to change his voice in certain characters lines.
dad!kakashi who every night tells them 'i love you' before giving them a forehead kiss and making sure their puppy plush were there for them to hold at night.
dad!kakashi who sometimes does not wakes up early, but gets woken up in his favourite way instead, with your kid happy voice jumping on the bed and a caressing kiss on the cheek from you.
dad!kakashi who don't rush his kid way to the academy, if they want to be a ninja just like their parents its okay for him, he would teach they everything they wanted to know, but at the same time making sure they're happy and enjoying their childhood just like any other kid, no pressure at all.
dad!kakashi who loves just sitting on the couch, you three together plus the dogs, under the blanket and watching a movie peacefully on rainy days.
dad!kakashi who on the same day when the lights goes out because of the rain, tells histories to your kid, most of them about him and you, and how after so many years loving you he finally made you reciprocate his feelings, which you always corrected him saying you always did but he was too 'silly' to notice.
dad!kakashi who on the nights they would wake him up, afraid about the monster under the bed or hiding on their closet, he were always there to calm them down and to make sure there weren't any monsters, even threatening the said monsters if they dared to scare his kid again.
dad!kakashi who most of his days he liked to spend his time holding you tight, watching the little piece of love you two created together, not believing how he got so lucky.
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"but dad what if they come back?" he had been asked, watching the concerned look on his kid face.
"if they come back me and mom will be here to protect you pup, and they would have to deal with a very angry me for scaring you again, they would be in trouble for sure" he said stroking their hair.
"what are you going to do with them? are they going to be grounded?"
"worst, pup", he looked in their eyes with mischievous smile on his face "i'm gonna make them eat all the broccoli we have on the fridge".
"oh my god" they said afraid for the monsters.
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metatronscube4444 · 1 year
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welkinsky · 1 year
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Hello, could you please ignore this is requests are closed!
Can you do head canons of where fem! y/n and really long hair (as long as Kushina Uzumaki's is), and Naruto (Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba, Kakashi, Sasuke, Neji, ext.) boys notice that their hair is bothering them so they do something about it?
Please and thank you!
p.s, I really really love all of your work!
A/n: Thanks a lot for the ask! Sorry for the delay <3
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Kakashi is someone who pays a lot of attention to details when it comes to you or anything related to you.
You tend to lose your rubber band the very first 5 minutes you used it and he knows it so he always has a few of your hair ties with him for "just in case".
You have been into pottery recently and he decided to pick you up from the studio. He saw you struggling to keep your hair out of your face and came to your rescue with a hair tie in his hand and tying your hair back for you.
His presence alone is fascinating for the ladies. Now just imagine how crazy they went when he DID THAT.
Shikamaru
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It was when you two had just started dating and you both loved to do chores around the house and spend some quality time alone.
So this one time, you were cooking and he was sitting on the tabletop as you stood between his legs with your back to his chest.
You were making the salad mix and your braids got loose. He saw you struggling.
THIS MAN gently pulled them back and placed a kiss on your neck from the back. HE KNOWS this gets you weak on your knees!
He wrapped his legs around you so you can't move as you try your best to hide your blush.
His wholehearted laugh was the highlight of your evening :3
Kiba
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Kiba may act all cool and tough to everyone but when it comes to you he is such a softie.
And he absolutely loves your long hair and in fact, the day when he first say you, the first thing he noticed was your hair blowing oh-so-gently with the wind.
But recently you were thinking of getting them trimmed since they were getting in your way of the practice. And the moment you mentioned it to him, MAN was he so hyperactive to convince you not to do it.
He thought it was gonna be a big chop like Sakura's but later you helped him calm down and explain that it is just a cut.
You sometimes mess with him by mentioning a big cut and once he realises that you are messing with him he doesn't calm down but not before confirming it twice.
Naruto
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He LOVES the smell of your hair first of all. He also notices when you change your shampoos.
While cuddling you try to make sure that your hair doesn't get in the way but he finds the smell of them comforting and would probably snuggle in them even more.
But what he absolutely love is when you have a hair wash day and he's laying on your lap and your hair is slightly brushing up against his face as he sleeps.
He loves the cold dampness of them and just like Kiba he will go nuts if you suggest getting a haircut.
Will probably be grumpy afterwards but nothing a bowl of Ichiraku ramen can't find.
Sasuke
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He's not one to be vocal about it but according to him, your hair is one of the best features you have.
Sometimes he gets caught up in how pretty they look, how pretty YOU LOOK when you are just going about your day and your long hair flows you around, when you are sparing with him and right after every move there is a trail of your long braids following your movement OR when you two are out on a walk and wind brush past you as if teasing him subtly by blowing your hair JUST the right way.
He can look at them forever. Like, he won't even realize that he is staring until one time you ask him, "What do you always stare at?" He was a blushing mess after that but covered up by saying that there was a bug on you.
After that, he'll try to be as subtle as possible but ends up being caught up in your beauty anyway. But you always let him stare without pointing it out. You love knowing that he has his eyes on you and adoration crystal clear in them.
Sometimes he unconciously reach out his hand to take some strands away from your face and would tuck them behind your ear so gently that you might just break with his mare touch.
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He has long hair and he is big on hygiene and a little bit proud of it too for some reason. But when he walked past you the first time he smelled a fragrance that was "ethereal" in his own words.
He is not the one to pay attention to anyone at all but you made him turn around and look and he was only able to see your long hair that flowed way past your waist.
He tried finding you after that but you were nowhere to be found until one day when Neji, Ten Ten & Lee were resting after a training session. He was resting his eyes for a bit as he lay under a tree that was near the footpath.
He heard someone talking to Ten Ten for directions. He didn't pay any attention but for some reason, he opened his eyes and in his line of vision it was the sky and the same long hair flowing and walking away from him once again.
He jerked up scaring you and the other team members. You both had awkward eye contact for a few seconds and then Ten Ten spoke, "He's Neji."
Then he got his composure back and formally introduced himself. Ever since you two started dating he loved hugging you. Hugging you with his chin resting on your head, hugs from the back, and especially the ones where he places his head in the crook of your neck. All of this is because he wants to take in the same smell of your hair.
He WOULD ask you to switch back to the same essential oil to make sure you smell the same. Even after having his intense hygiene routine, he never used that oil for himself. Even though he LOVES it, it was for you and you only.
He has long hair and he is big on hygiene and a little bit proud of it too for some reason. But when he walked past you the first time he smelled a fragrance that was "ethereal" in his own words.
He is not the one to pay attention to anyone at all but you made him turn around and look and he was only able to see your long hair that flowed way past your waist.
He tried finding you after that but you were nowhere to be found until one day when Neji, Ten Ten & Lee were resting after a training session. He was resting his eyes for a bit as he lay under a tree that was near the footpath.
He heard someone talking to Ten Ten for directions. He didn't pay any attention but for some reason, he opened his eyes and in his line of vision it was the sky and the same long hair flowing and walking away from him once again.
He jerked up scaring you and the other team members. You both had awkward eye contact for a few seconds and then Ten Ten spoke, "He's Neji."
Then he got his composure back and formally introduced himself. Ever since you two started dating he loved hugging you. Hugging you with his chin resting on your head, hugs from the back, and especially the ones where he places his head in the crook of your neck. All of this is because he wants to take in the same smell of your hair.
He WOULD ask you to switch back to the same essential oil to make sure you smell the same. Even after having his intense hygiene routine, he never used that oil for himself. Even though he LOVES it, it was for you and you only.
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