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mortyvongola2-0 · 1 year

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Drunk

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

Genre: Smut, drabble

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, pussy drunk!Naruto, oral (female receiving), cursing, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, praise, use of good girl and sweetheart, coming untouched

A/N: I don't know, blame @justmyownreality and @tired-biscuit for this one. Specifically, jmor, because we love a babbling mess Naruto.

Just for clarification, there is no alcohol involved. This is a different kind of drunk.

...I definitely don't have other projects I should be working on. Nope not at all.

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You bit a clenched fist, your eyes squeezed shut. A shaky breath left your open lips, your head falling back as your spine arched. “Nn!”

“Mmm.” His voice vibrated through you, and his sloppy movements sped up. That tongue was devilish, wicked in its accuracy as it tormented your clit. The sounds were obscene. His moans and groans as he feasted, the sloshing sounds of your pussy as he made a mess of you. It was all too much.

Your hand moved back down, tangling in his blonde strands as you let out a gasp. He was practically purring. “N-Naruto!”

He thrust a finger inside of you in response. His long finger curled and rubbed against your walls, searching for that spot he knew would drive you wild. Your breath hitched when he found it and attacked it with a second finger.

The blonde’s lips left your throbbing bud with a loud smack and you couldn’t help but let out a pathetic whimper. His chin was coated in your slick, you shivered at the sight. “That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl,” he praised. “So good for me. Gods, I could eat your pussy all day. So good.”

Those deft fingers began to make a scissoring motion but made sure to press against your sweet spot with each stretch. Your voice reached a higher pitch, and your thighs began to tremble as you felt the knot in your core begin to tighten. “You make such pretty sounds. So pretty, all for me.”

“This pretty,” he licked your clit once. “Sloppy pussy, all for me.”

His thumb came up and rubbed your clit in tight circles, his tongue joined his thick fingers, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Cumming! I’m-”

A gasp tore through you, your legs shook against his shoulders. Quickly, he removed his fingers and tongue from your clenching channel and began to lick long stripes along your sex. Every lap of his tongue on your sensitive clit had you jolting and whining. Every press of his swollen lips was followed by a swallow.

He groaned loudly. “So, so good. Your pussy tastes sooo good. Fuck, I need more. Cum again, I need it. Cum again for me, sweetheart.”

Naruto’s fingers returned with vigor, his tongue wriggling inside you. He practically folded you in half as he rose, your legs still trembling against his shoulders. You were so sensitive, the thrum of your orgasm still ringing in your ears. Tears began to prick your eyes as your sounds began to get shorter and higher.

The groans from his lips and chest vibrated against you, and you began to twitch and thrust as the sensations grew. “T-too much!”

His tongue left your opening only long enough for him to say, “S’okay, sweetheart. Just one more.”

Your clit throbbed, it felt like liquid heat. The tears that began to collect began to slide down your cheeks as you rolled your hips both toward his mouth and further away. Your painted toes curled, your trembling fingers twisted in the sheets below you. Your feet pressed against his back and he grunted.

That knot began to tighten again. Your eyes squeezed shut once more, your mouth opening in a silent gasp. All thoughts were wiped from your mind as sensation took over. Your second orgasm hit, and Naruto devoured it like he was starved.

The noises he made were lewd, his hips thrusting into nothing. He slurped, sucked, and lapped at your oversensitive sex and you whined as it began to be too much again. “No-no more,” you pleaded.

He pulled away with a gasp, his chin and neck dripping. His chest moved with rapid breaths and his fingers gripped your hip with bruising strength. “So, so, so good. Such a good girl, such a good pussy. Fuck,” he breathed. “Shit, you taste so good.”

The fingers that’d been resting against your inner thigh went back to your sex, and you whined. You shook your head. “One more, sweetheart. Just one-“ he cut himself off with a moan, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Pussy so pretty and wet. Mmm,” his fingers slid inside of you once more, their pace slow to give your twitching channel a bit of a break. “Gonna cum just from your taste.”

“Only one more,” he muttered, again and again, as he pressed kisses against your mound until you nodded your consent.

As soon as he had it, his lips wrapped back around your clit and had you mewling. It didn’t take long for the combination of pleasure and pain to build up once more. Every flick of his tongue had you in agony. You wanted more and it hurt just right.

Your hips moved against his face; your cries came out more like short screams. “N-Nart,” was all you could say, everything else came out as an incoherent babble. He reveled in it.

His lips never left your flesh, his teeth scraped against your bud and you saw white. Three thick fingers thrust in and out, in and out, and your body couldn’t take it anymore. With a final flick of his wrist, his fingers scraped against your sweet spot once more and you came. Harder than you’ve ever cum before.

Fluid gushed out of you. In a rush, they dropped from his face and your legs onto the bed below. He tried to lap at it all, to take in every last drop, but you began to push against his head. Naruto swallowed with a loud groan and a shiver of her of his own as he held your hips up and licked his lips.

His pupils were blown wide, his jaw slack, and his breathing hard. You watched as his eyes rolled back for a moment before a warmth splashed against the backs of your thighs and his body shook. He plopped back onto his haunches shortly after.

The blonde licked his lips and smirked at you as he said, “That’s my good girl.”

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mortyvongola2-0 · 1 year

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Day 3: Touchless Orgasm

Can't Help it

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, touchless orgasm, a lot of dirty talk, like a lot a lot of it, semipublic, oral sex (male receiving), dom Kakashi, very dom Kakashi I can't emphasize this enough, use of the word 'slut' but you know in the fun way, throat abuse, possessive behavior, dominance/submission, face fucking, voice kink, office blowjobs

A/N: Kinktober is a year round event right? Not just one month out of the year, right? Also, lemme know if you want to be apart of tagged list.

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It was unfair, really. He knew what he did to you, how his voice could affect you. How he could get you to do almost anything with the promise of him. You whined, your thighs pressed together to try and get some friction against your weeping sex.

So unfair.

His chuckle, low and heavy with pleasure, made you whine around his cock again. Your jaw was stretched wide, drool escaped from the corners of your lips as you continued to take him as far into your mouth as your body allowed. Just having him in your mouth alone was enough to make you wet enough to soak through your clothes.

“Mm, you look so pretty like this,” his voice was breathy but firm, husky but more addictive to you than any drug or cigarette could be. “Slobbering all over my cock, under my desk, whining like you’re on edge from this alone.”

You closed your eyes, you would have shaken your head if you could have, but instead you swallowed more of him. The fat head hit the back of your throat and you fought against the gag that threatened to overtake you. You could feel your clit throb.

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

Gods, yes.

“To cum with my cock in your throat?” His hips thrust forward for emphasis, and you felt saliva slide further down your chin. You pulled back, taking him out of your throat before pushing him back in, trying to take him in even further. “What a cute little cock slut you are.”

His hands tugged at your hair, the minute amount of pain turning into a pleasant buzz in your pleasure-addled brain. You moaned against him, your hips moving on instinct. Your sex clenched around nothing. The delicious chuckle that left him was cut off by a sharp gasp as you attempted to swallow around him. You opened your eyes again, even as you felt them begin to tear up, to try to take in the sight of him with his head tossed back. Your hand began to reach down to slip beneath the waistband of your pants.

“Don’t,” he panted.

You blinked at him in confusion, vision blurred with unshed tears. He groaned, the hand that was in your hair tugged harder, forcing you to take him in up to the root, your nose pressed firmly against the silver locks at his base. You sputtered, the tears finally falling.

“Fuck,” he groaned again, hips moving minimally. “Don’t touch yourself,” he commanded.

A keen left your throat and vibrated around his shaft. You wanted to ask why, to demand he allow you that small relief, but instead you dragged your teeth against him as he pulled out until only the leaking tip remained on the back of your tongue.

“I know you don’t need it to cum.”

He began to thrust eagerly, fucking your face with abandon. “All you need is this,” both of his hands came down to hold your cheeks and caress your jaw. The noises that left your throat were lewd and wet, you could feel your pussy throb with desperation, and you spread your bent legs. “My cock, my- ah,” you closed your eyes again so you could focus on the sounds. His sounds. “My voice. You’re so easy, so depraved.”

His thumbs rubbed against the stretched corners of your lips. “I don’t even have to see your pretty little hole to know that it’s drooling more than your mouth. Hn,” his grip tightened on your face, and you humped the floor, feeling no relief from the increasing ache. “I’ll cum down your throat and tell you to cum and you will, because its my voice telling you to. Because you can’t resist me.”

You could feel your slick as it leaked against your thighs, could feel yourself suck him harder as your need grew. If only he was inside of you, ruining your insides like he was your throat. You needed Kakashi to pull you out from under his desk and bend you over and take you so thoroughly you wouldn’t be able to walk straight. The throbbing in your core grew as his groans increased and the abuse on your throat worsened. You were so turned on, it felt like you were being edged.

“You’ll swallow it all, every last drop, and leave my office with drool down your chin, your slick down your legs, and a belly full of my cum.”

A shiver crawled up your spine and your grip on his pant legs turned white knuckled. You felt close but torturously so. He was right, you were depraved. Your clit begged for any kind of stimulation, a single touch and you were sure you’d be gone. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you? You’re close, aren’t you?” You whined and he let out a humorless laugh. “Mmm, look at your hips moving on their own. So naughty, getting so worked up over having a cock in your mouth that you’re about to cum.”

A desperate whine left your throat.

“Go on,” he grunted, his own hips stuttering. “Cum, cum while I paint your throat.”

Kakashi let out a stuttering gasp and you felt the tension in your core release at the same instance his seed shot down your esophagus. It was hot and thick, some of it leaking out onto your tongue as you struggled to swallow while still cumming yourself. Your walls clenched around nothing, your clit ached with over sensitivity, and you could feel your fluids slide further down your skin and soak your clothes completely. It was an unsatisfactory orgasm that had left you twitching and achingly overstimulated.

“Mm, good girl.”

His fingers rubbed your stiff jaw gently as he pulled out, it made an ungodly wet schlop as he left your throat before leaving a wet trail against your lips. You closed your mouth when he was out, the tang of spend along your tongue as you struggled to get it all down. He’d cum so much.

“That’s it,” he muttered and rubbed his thumbs over your lips. “Swallow your reward.”

“P-please,” your voice was hoarse, tongue heavy, and throat thick with him. You needed him then more than ever before. “Kashi, please, fuck me.” “Hm, how can I deny a request like that from such pretty swollen lips?”

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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HEY THERE!!! May I request something? <3

How about Madara slowly realizing his feelings for reader after denying it for so long! How would he realize? How would he approach the reader?

NSFW would also be welcome 😏

😏😏

I'm sorry these took so long, I would've had them finished yesterday BUT I LOST ALL MY WRITING WHEN I WAS AT THE END and that took all my motivation honestly haha. Sorry if these aren't quite what you were looking for, thank you for asking though

This is both the angstiest, softest, and shortest smut I've ever written.

(These are headcanons but honestly they're more than long enough to make a fic so uh...oops)

Madara Uchiha, though he’d deny it, is the type that would fall first. But he’d equate his feelings to only lust in the beginning. He’d see her first, notice her first, and approach first but all with intention.

The era he comes from is heavy with political marriage. His marriage would most likely already be prearranged. But he'd still approach you, a fling between a man and a woman has nothing to do with someone he hasn't met.

He'd call out to you, "Oi," his gruff voice and rude way of speaking would immediately put you off. You would have no idea who he is, not really up to date on all the ins and outs of shinobi. With an annoyed look on your face, you'd ignore him.

But he wouldn't give up, a ninja is one who endures after all. He'd take every opportunity he could find to approach you again, more interested in the challenge you presented then what he had originally intended. Madara would begin to follow you, without him realizing at first, he'd do it in the name of seeking opportunity but eventually it'd just become a habit.

By that point, you'd know who he is, but the game you started was a bit too fun so you'd purposefully ignore him, a sly smile on your face. You liked infuriating a powerful man like him. His attentions would inflate your ego, if only a little. After all, who else could say they were being pursued by the Madara Uchiha?

The more he'd watch you, the more he'd learn about you. He'd smirk when you'd smile, roll his eyes at the lame jokes you'd tell your village's children. Watching your simple life became a bit of a comfort without his knowledge. Going from the bloody battlefield where any one of his comrades, or even himself, could lose their lives at any moment to watching you and your sleepy village made his heart ache.

But when a rogue shinobi clan invaded your home, he admired not only yours but the bravery of your people. Despite being weak, untrained, and lacking in experience he watched as you all faced your enemy head on. You especially, refused to back down. You'd spit in the face of your would be attacker, anger and spite swirling in your eyes like a storm.

Of course, he saw it as the perfect opportunity. At least, that's what he told himself, but his rage at your potential violation was clear as day as he easily tore into the man who had attempted to harm his property. The rest of that clan were like flies, buzzing around and destroying what was his. He took care of them all.

His anger only mounted when he saw the red irritation marks on your wrists and neck, like proof of his inability to protect you. He'd take your wrist in his own, the sheer difference in size and strength furthering his wrath. What kind of shinobi preyed on such weaklings? Where was their pride? Their sense of honor?

"Thank you," your quiet voice gave him pause. "For saving me."

His grip on your wrist would tighten, his chest uncomfortable. One look from your eyes was enough to placate him and he hated it. How could some helpless girl hold so much sway over him? He was getting too close, he had to fix it. Place some distance before he did something he'd regret.

You flinched, his grip too tight. Madara let go immediately, put on his normal mask of bravado and say, "Why don't you show me just how thankful you are?" He intended to hurt you, he felt his heart squeeze as the words left his lips.

He thought he'd succeeded as he watched you look away from him. There, it's finished, he'd think. No more weakness. But you'd surprise him, your trembling hand reaching out and grabbing his wrist with all your might. It was pathetic. You'd look him straight in the eyes and nod. The Uchiha was dumbstruck.

You'd led him to your home without saying a word, closed and locked the doors before looking back at him with determination. With a nervous approach, you'd get on your tiptoes and place a chaste kiss on his lips. He'd be stock still, you'd be nervous from head to toe. Just this once, he'd think. I'll take advantage of your naivete. Madara would embrace you, envelope you in his large frame, and force his way into your mouth.

Eventually, he'd have you on your back on your futon, clothes off and thrown about the home; your breasts moving with your rapid breaths, your legs spread open with shining arousal coating your inner thighs. You look beautiful, he'd think but while his mouth moved without thought. "How low must your value be for you to give yourself to me."

"If its you," you'd start, your body flushed with pleasure. "I know you've been watching me. I have no qualms giving myself to you." There it was again, that heavy uncomfortable tightness in his chest. He hated it. "You'll regret that," he'd respond, unable to look you in the eye.

Your arms reached out and wrapped around his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss full of all your unspoken feelings. His arms trembled. He didn't need this, the last thing Madara needed was someone else to lose; for more loved ones to be placed in an unmarked grave. But his lips moved instinctively, reciprocating all of your emotions, unspoken word for unspoken word. His hips pushing forward, his member splitting you slowly.

The two of you moved together, breathed together. He had never felt such ecstasy in his life. Grunting in exertion, he spilled his release inside of you and the warmth of his spend caused you to tumble off your own cliff.

He stayed with you until you fell asleep, his mind swirling with thoughts and suppressed feelings. If he stayed with you, he'd never want to leave, his weakness would increase, but if he left he'd never be able to feel your warmth or see your smile again. His clan needed its leader, Izuna an older brother to protect him. Your presence made him wish he could have that dream that Hashirama had spoken of long ago.

Madara made his choice, as hard as it was. He left without a word. Back to the battlefield, back to his clan, back to his brother. He wondered if you cried, if you looked for him, or if this was the outcome you had expected all along.

A few years later found him on his back, giving Hashirama the ultimatum that'd begin the formation of the Uchiha-Senju alliance. As Konoha grew he wondered if this would have happened if he'd stayed. He supposed it was for the better, the village being as important as it was, but the emptiness in his heart continued to remind him of the love he chose to leave.

"Madara," Hashirama called, his usual cheer obvious by his smile. "A new clan arrived today, a civilian one! Isn't it exciting?" The Uchiha's heart skipped a beat but he knew better. Even if it was your people, would you even be with them? Maybe you had married some other man from some other clan. But then Hashirama continued and he said the name of your village and Madara couldn't help but run off toward the new settlement area.

And there you were, the same smile on your face as you told a disgruntled Tobirama one of your lame jokes. There were flowers in your hair, poorly placed and half falling out; a little girl, about three or four years old, with black hair and onyx eyes, gripping your skirts nervously. The resemblance was undeniable, the little girl the picture perfect Uchiha. He felt like he might stop breathing.

Your squinted for a moment and you looked up at the roof he was watching from. Your smile fell, and his heart dropped to his stomach. Of course you were unhappy to see him, he'd saddled you with a child and left. How had he expected anything different? But before he could leave in shame and wallow in his pity, you smiled again and ushered the child forward. You bent at the waist and pointed in his direction saying, "Ito, do you see that man up there?" The girl nodded slowly. "That's your father, and he helped make this village."

A/N: Ito means thread, so RC named their daughter that as she is the red thread connecting her to Madara, which I think is very sweet.

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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Could we get something written with Kankuro and dirty talk comboed with degradation and/or praise kink? 🙏🏻

Nonnie, you’re speaking my language. Kankurō absolutely has a filthy mouth. I didn’t know if you wanted it as headcanons but uh, if you did I’m sorry haha 😂 I made it a very mini fic.

Also you and @therantingfangirl have like the same tastes, I had to ask if it was her for a second there. Thank you so much for the request! (Forgive the poor divider, I haven’t quite finished getting my aesthetic going)

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Pairing: Kankurō x Reader

Genre: Drabble, request, smut

Word Count: 440

Warnings: afab!reader, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, strong language, degradation, it’s real short

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“Aw, you poor thing,” he mocked, his fingers rubbing against the wet fabric of your panties. “You’ve been this soaked this entire time? How shameless,” he chuckled at your expense and you couldn’t help but moan.

“K-Kankurō, please,” you pleaded, your painted nails digging into the sleeves of his civilian clothes.

“Please what?” His fingers began to rub with more pressure, stimulating your clit and making your entrance flutter in need. A fresh wave of slick leaked onto the ruined material. “Only good girls get my fingers and so far you’ve been nothing but a dirty one. I mean just look at this,” he pulled his fingers away and brought them to your face. Your back sunk further into his chest in embarrassment. He spread his fingers apart and a thin line of your arousal connected all three together. “Now if that isn’t lewd, I don’t know what is.”

You closed your eyes tightly, not wanting to look at the proof of your arousal. “Come on, sweet thing. Use your words, ask nicely.”

“Kankurō,” again you hesitated, but your sex was throbbing and you needed his touch. “Please, t-touch me.”

“Touch you how?” He squeezed his hold on your waist and further pressed you into his chest. “Aren’t I touching you already?”

“Noo,” you whined, feeling absolutely pathetic. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m not a mind reader, sweet girl. You have to tell me exactly what you want.” He brought his sticky fingers to his lips and began to lick at the slick coating them. You shuddered. “Tell me what it is you want so badly.”

“You!” You cried, your patience run down. “I want you to finger me, to fuck me, please just touch my shameless pussy!”

“Shit,” he muttered, his voice that husky tone that sent shivers down your spine. Oh how you loved him. “Your wish is my command, baby.”

He finally, finally, moved his hand underneath the band of your panties. His warm calloused fingers made contact with your throbbing clit and you almost came on the spot. Your head flew back, resting on his broad shoulder and you turned your face into his neck. Those deft fingers made quick work of you, two fingers rapidly moving inside you while his palm ground into your clit. The sloppy wet noises only heightening your arousal and embarrassment.

“Ahhh, Kankurō,” you moaned against his skin, your hips riding his hand. His cocky smirk was gone, his sole focus bringing you to climax. Unconsciously, he began to rub his clothed erection against your backside and you keened. “Close! I’m so close-“

“Go on baby, cum for me.”

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

The Kinktober Prompt list I'm using can be found here. And the hentai manga for the art of the banner can be found here.

Inconsistent updates and some prompts or characters may change

Day 1: Praise & Lipstick || Obito Uchiha

Day 2: Mutual Masturbation || Gaara of the Sand

Day 3: Touchless Orgasm || Kakashi Hatake

Day 4: Dominance/Submission || Madara Uchiha & Obito Uchiha

Day 5: Aphrodisiacs || Shino Aburame (For @justmyownreality)

Day 6: Hair-pulling || Gaara of the Sand

Day 7: Face-fucking & A/B/O || Kakashi Hatake

Day 8: Blindfolds & Loud || Orochimaru (Naruto Series) (For @sneetsnoot)

Day 9: Spitting & Outdoors || Hashirama Senju

Day 10: Wet Dreams & Spreader Bars || Sasori of the Red Sand

Day 11: Dry Humping || Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner (For @skydaddy01)

Day 12: Phone Sex || Itachi Uchiha (For @hashira-mal)

Day 13: Finger Sucking & Monster Fucking || Tobirama Senju

Day 14: Size Difference || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 15: Recording || Hidan (Naruto Series) & Kakazu (Naruto Series)

Day 16: Overstimulation & Teacher/Student || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 17: Mirrors & Bladder Control || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner

Day 18: Ice Cubes & Fellatio || Neji Hyuga

Day 19: Forced Orgasm & Transformation || Seteth x Byleth Eisner

Day 20: Glory Hole || Sylvain Gautier x Byleth Eisner

Day 21: Fingering & Blood || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 22: Pantyhose, Creampie, & Orgasm Control || Kakashi Hatake & Obito Uchiha

Day 23: Spit-Roasting & Handcuffs || Hashirama Senju & Madara Uchiha

Day 24: Accidental Stimulation || Rock Lee

Day 25: Voice Kink & Gags || Madara Uchiha

Day 26: Discipline || Kankuro (Naruto Series) (For @therantingfangirl)

Day 27: Massages || Might Guy

Day 28: Breast Worship, Stranger Sex, & Cum Dumpster || Kankuro (Naruto Series) & Kiba Inuzuka (For @therantingfangirl and @justmyownreality)

Day 29: Lap Dance || Dimitri Blaiddyd x Byleth Eisner

Day 30: Humiliation & Pillow Talk || Madara Uchiha

Day 31: Free Day || Season 2 Preview

tagged list: @therantingfangirl @justmyownreality @hashira-mal @skydaddy01

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A Relaxing Evening

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Strong language, Fluffy fluff

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Kakashi let out a heavy sigh and stood from his desk. It had been none stop problems all day. Almost everything that could go wrong had, and Shikamaru refused to do all his paperwork for him, which was rude frankly. But now he was finally finished, he could finally go home, oh his back felt so stiff- “Lord Sixth!” Oh no, what is it now?

“What is it, Lee?”

“Guy-sensei wanted me to inform you that he will be unable to join you for dinner, sir!”

The older shinobi paused. Guy not coming for dinner meant one less mouth he had to feed tonight. Maybe you would be in the mood for takeout? He really didn’t feel like doing anything else today. “Ah, I assume he’s having dinner with you then?”

“Yes,” Lee replied and gave that familiar grin.

“Alright then, I hope you both have an enjoyable evening then.”

“We will do just that!” Kakashi made sure to leave the Hogake’s office before someone else had the chance to grab his attention. As much as he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, he didn’t feel like running. It was days like this he wanted nothing more than to hand the title of Hokage to his knuckleheaded student, but he knew Naruto still needed more time.

When the Hatake estate came into view the fair-haired Hokage unconsciously let out another sigh, though it was more out of relief than the exhaustion that caused the previous one. He slid the shoji open and walked inside to begin removing his shoes. “I’m home,” he called out into the house.

“Welcome home,” you called back in that chipper tone he loved. He heard your slipper-covered feet pad across the flooring as you made your way to greet him face to face. “You look like you’ve had rough day, Kashi.”

“Just exhausting,” he responded and approached you. The dark-eyed man leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck, he breathed your scent in and felt his shoulders slump. Your scent had always been relaxing, even before the two of you had gotten together, but now that his own was mixed in he couldn’t help but enjoy it that much more. You wrapped your arms around his upper back and began to scratch it gently.

“Why don’t you go get comfortable?”

“Want to get takeout for dinner?”

“Don’t worry about dinner,” you replied softly. “Just go relax, you’ve worked hard today, Lord Hokage.”

“Alright, I’m a bit tired of ramen though so don’t order that tonight.”

“I won’t, don’t worry. I’ll start a bath for you and when you’re finished dinner should be ready.”

Kakashi straightened himself and pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading toward your shared bedroom to undress. He didn’t bother closing the door behind him before he began to remove his uniform. Your voice, though rather quiet, began to filter through the hallway from the bathroom as you filled up the bathtub like you said you would. “Hey, Kashi,” you called out.

“Hm?” Now in only his pants, he walked toward the bathroom.

“Is Guy not coming over for dinner?”

“No, he’s eating with Lee tonight.”

“Hm, that’ll be a fun night,” you muttered before giving him a mischievous grin. “I hope you won’t have too big a mess to clean up tomorrow morning.”

“I didn’t even think about that,” he sighed, the third one of the evening. He ran a hand down his now bare face. “They’ll be fine, right?”

You giggled, a clear sound that soothed his mounting worry. “Sorry, Kashi. I didn’t mean to stress you out. I’m sure it’ll be okay,” you reassured him. After checking to make sure the bath was full and the temperature was good you stood and got on your tiptoes to peck his cheek lightly. “Enjoy your bath, I’ll come get you if you start to take too long.”

“Thank you,” he responded. You closed the door after you left the room and Kakashi pressed his lips together, he had hoped you might want to join him. Despite the slight disappointment he continued on and removed the rest of his clothing so he could take his time showering before enjoying the nice warm bath.

Once he submerged himself in the heated water, he found all his motivation to do anything at all leave his body. He slumped, completely at ease, and closed his eyes. The light-haired shinobi was unsure of how much time had passed but a strange smell began to filter into the room and startled him. It smelled an awful lot like something was burning. In fact, it almost smelled like the house had caught fire…

“Shit,” Kakashi jumped out of the tub as quickly as he could, now dripping wet he tried to run out the bathroom at his usual speed but tripped over the now slick flooring and his discarded pair pf pants. “Shit!”

The Sixth Hokage called out your name in desperation as he hastily tied a towel around his waist. He sped out the door and down the hallway toward the smell. He saw you in the kitchen, making handsigns as you stared at the now burning stove and counter set. “You cooked?! I thought you were going to order takeout!”

“I wanted to do something nice!”

“You promised not to cook again after the last time!”

“I know, but its fine! I’ll put it out,” you said hastily.

“No, wait, those handsigns,” Kakashi tried to reach you to stop you before you completed them. “Wind won’t-“

“Wind Style; Air Current!”

“No!”

He was too late, the ninjutsu hit the flames and the formerly controllable fire began to swallow the entire kitchen. You squeaked and turned away from the flash of bright light, thankfully he had reached you in time to shield you from the excess embers that the now overwhelming fire gave off. After quickly checking to make sure you had no obvious injuries Kakashi thought back to the water that was still sitting in the bathtub and began to form his own handsigns. He felt the chakra leave his body and called out, “Water Styel; Water Dragon Jutsu!”

The water dragon went flying toward the overwhelming kitchen fire, and once the water began to make contact with the flames steam began to fill the building. You curled into Kakashi’s outstretched arm as the force of the jutsu collided with not only the fire but the walls and shook the house. Once the jutsu was finished and the fire put out the two of you began to check each other over. You had a few burns on your hands, but they looked to be relatively minor while Kakashi was rather unscathed. The Hatake estate on the other hand was not.

There was a large hole in the wall where the jutsu had hit with the brunt of its strength; everything from the counter tops to fridge had been burnt. The steam began to filter out through said hole and after a beat or two you began to walk toward the now blackened stove. Kakashi watched you stare down at the pot that seemed to have melted into the appliance. You covered your hand with your mouth and the Hokage panicked. Were you going to cry? He didn’t want that.

Your shoulders shook and you finally uncovered your mouth and looked at him as you began to laugh. It was contagious, and the light-haired man began to laugh in earnest with you. “I was just trying to make miso soup,” you wheezed out. “How does soup turn into,” you gestured around wildly. “All this?”

A plank of wood fell from the hole and into the side yard. Kakashi ruffled his own hair, still wet from his shower, he wondered if he smelt like smoke. He was still smiling, as were you. “Well, your wind ninjutsu certainly didn’t help. What made you think that was a good idea?”

“I panicked,” you giggled. “My brain just turned off, before you even came out, I was standing there staring at it for a good minute and a half.”

“Well, we should probably get started on cleaning all this up,” Kakashi muttered. “We won’t be able to call a carpenter until tomorrow though.”

“Hm, I have a better idea,” you responded and walked back toward him. “We still haven’t had dinner after all.”

“What did you have in mind?” You gave him that same mischievous grin he both dreaded and loved.

“Go on Lee, the power of youth flows through you!”

“Yes Sensei!”

You giggled, a soft pink glow to your cheeks from the sake. Kakashi sighed, he had lost count of how much he’d sighed since the two of you joined the taijutsu pair for dinner. Lee was tipsy, Guy not too far behind, and Kakashi wished he was. “So, Lord Hokage,” you began, fluttering your long lashes in his direction.

“Hm?”

“Feeling relaxed yet,” you teased.

He grinned, “Absolutely.”

Thank you to @therantingfangirl and @justmyownreality for trying to help me come up with a name for this lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading!

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