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magewritesstories · 1 month
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people gloss over the fact that he's canonically one of the booktok girlies too much. the man reads smut in public spaces with a straighface y'all, c'mon.
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iambilliejeanok · 11 months
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Hello! Let me just say that i adore the way your write!! It’s so amazing🥰 Can i request something (however you want to write it really) where the character wakes reader up to ask them if reader loves them?
That was a terrible explanation i’m so sorry lol
I’d love if it could be with Kakashi, Jiraiya and Madara 🥰🫶 (or any characters you want)
Thank you so much!🥹🫶🏾💗😘
No warnings, Purely fluff, a small itty tiny bit angst, but just a small little bit I promise.
🌸Kakashi🌸
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Kakashi doesn’t often stay asleep throughout the night, having you beside him in the nighttime drastically reduces the amount of nightmares he has, but unfortunately, he still has those nights where he wakes up sweating, too shook to actually fall asleep again. This time around though, he has you to watch over, so he’s not shaken up for too long, holding your body close to his as he watches you sleep peacefully, the warmth of your weight against him and your steady breathing quickly relaxing him. All this and maybe a book in his hands is a great opportunity for him to spend some time alone. When you begin stirring in your sleep he freezes, trying his best to not wake you up, but even while you’re sleeping, you shift up the bed to hug him, nuzzling your face against his neck, inhaling his addictive scent. At this point he has completely forgotten about the nightmare that woke him up, genuinely grateful for your presence in his life.
He realizes that even though he’s lost too many dearly loved ones, today, in this moment, he has you and in this moment, even though you are asleep against him, you still manage to comfort him, drawing his attention to this very moment. His heart begins to beat faster, Kakashi biting his lip as he tries to push away th intrusive thoughts of maybe losing you too. He can’t help himself, panic motivating his next action, slowly nodding your arm with his hand, his heart beating faster when you don’t wake up. He can’t fight the paranoia sometimes, now attempting to sit upright to try and disturb hour sleep, hoping you’d wake up. “Baby”, he calls, “Hey…Y/n, baby…wake up please”, he softly calls, finally able to release the breath he held in waiting for you to respond. Tonight is a difficult night for him, but he seemed to forget that you’re here, and that you will always be here, you’ll never leave his side. “Mmhmm?”, you sleepily respond, drifting in between reality and your dreams, hearing someone call your name. “Baby, wake up please”, he calls again, hope filling his heart when he sees your eyes finally open. “Y/n. Baby…are you awake? I’m sorry, wake up please”, he says, waiting for you to get up. “Hey babe, what’s up?”, you ask confused, trying to shake away the sleep. “Hey, is everything okay?’, you ask, rubbing your eyes while giving him a few pecks against his neck and cheek. He already feels silly for worrying so much. “Uhm”, he says, clearing thought, worried that you’d be annoyed for being woken up unnecessarily. “I’m sorry for disturbing your sleep, I’ll make it up to you i promise”, he hurriedly says and you can hear him swallow, finally noticing the dampness of his shirt, quickly sobering up at the realization that he could’ve had another nightmare.
“Kashi, its okay”, you say lovingly, cupping his cheek in the palm for your warm hand. “It’s always okay, are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?’, you worriedly ask, sitting up on your knees to straddle his lap. Feeling a little guilty for even thinking if asking you this, he looks down in shame, and you can feel his face drop in your palm. Gently lifting his head up you place the softest kiss he’s ever share with you yet on his lips, and you feel something wet against your thumb. “Oh sweetheart, what’s the matter?”, you ask after noticing the tear that fell down his cheek. “I was just scared”, he admits, failing to drop his head low again since you held his face firm in the palms of your hands. “What is it love? Another nightmare?”, and Kakashi slowly nods. You gasp, your hand reaching the back of his head to pull him into you, holding him close, wrapping you arms around him. surrounded by your scent, he feels so safe, is voice shaky as he asks the next question. “You still love me?, a small chuckle leaving his lips to mask his feelings. But you knew him like the back of your hand, holding him tighter. “I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you, and I’ll continue to love you no matter what”, you say, separating yourself from him to palm his cheeks again, “Kakashi, you’re the love of my life, you don’t ever have to doubt that okay?”. Placing another soft kiss against his lips, you feel him squeeze you tighter. “I promise I’ll never leave you, ever”. Kakashi wonders why he entertained any of those intrusive thoughts to begin with, of course you love him. “I love you so much”, he says, his words muffled against your neck, but you hear his word loud and clearly, the two of you embracing one another until you feel Kakashi doze off in your arms. The cutest big baby.
🌸Jiraiya🌸
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Jiraiya constantly wonders how on earth a man like him was gifted with such a kind hearted, loving partner. A pervert who didn’t even think it capable of loving one person, but here he is, holding on to the love of his life, your hand loosely wrapped around a few of his fingers, Jiraiya smiling at just how precious you arm. Needing to use the bathroom, he ever so carefully creeps out of bed, but no, its not to cheat this time, no not with you, he left that life behind, its just to use the bathroom, the intense urge to be back in bed beside you exciting him so much it kind of scared him. After using the toilet, he stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. A strong sense of shame washed over him, thoughts of unworthiness saddening him once again. How exactly is he supposed to deal with all this love? A love so graceful he wondered if he truly deserved it.
How can she love you, you womanizing son of a b—, “No, she does love me…”, he spoke aloud, refusing to let any negative thoughts occupy his head any further. “And I’m not a womanizer.”, he added, looking down in shame, trying to convince himself he was right. No matter how hard he tried to fight himself, he just couldn’t stop. No one ever bothered loving him, i mean how could they when he was always onto the next, but maybe change is true. Man can change, he reminded himself, his eyes shut to try and center himself. But the more he tried to block it out the more doubtful he became. Was someone pranking him? All those of years of playing with peoples hearts had to have finally come to bite him in the butt right?
He couldn’t hold back any longer, he needed answers. Why?, Why does he deserve a chance at love, especially with someone like you. He desperately needed to know, turning off the bathroom light to make his way to your shared bed. Uncertainty eating him from the inside out, he decided to gently wake you up, his large frame spooning you from the front, placing gentle kisses on your face as he called your name. “Princess, wake up, wake up”. He is so nervous, the sound of his rapidly beating heart loud in in his, so loud he can no longer handle it, he just needs you to tell him. “Y/n, cmon, wake up”, which you finally do, not sure if you just heard Jiraiya whining in your ear or if you were dreaming…the latter making more sense, until you hear him open his mouth again. “So…you’re awake now?”, he impatiently asks, still gently nudging your arm. “Yes baba, I’m awake, are you okay?”, you yawn, stretching out a little before you scoot closer to him, happy to feel his warmth surround you once again. “Baby, I’m okay yes. Uh…are you?”, “Mmhmm?”, is all you say, burying your head in his chest to find some sleep agin, and just when you fly yourself drifting off again, he finally asks, “Do you really love me?”, his voice so low he wonders if you actually heard him, but you certainly did, smiling to yourself before wrapping a arm around him, placing small kisses against his neck. “Nothing matters to me more than you Jiraiya, I love you so much baba!”, your words soft and genuine, Jiraiya’s denial subsiding, gently squeezing you and placing kisses on your forehead. “Will you always love me?”, he asks, a small chuckle leaving your mouth over how whiny he came across, so out of character. “I don’t ever want to stop, loving you everyday makes me so happy” and with that Jiraiya could go on another day confident that he is loved.
🌸Madara🌸
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Honestly, Madara just wants attention, he’s such an attention seeker that he’s willing to disturb your sleep if he’s bored enough, or sometimes just because its fun. I mean, he knows you love him, if anything he’d be confused if you didn’t, after all, he genuinely believes he’s the whole package and that you’re truly lucky to have him, but even so, there might be a teeny tiny bit of doubt in his heart sometimes. He will wake you up anyway, just because he can, its something you do too when you want cuddles, so he wants to have his turn tonight.
“Hey sweetheart”, he softly calls, rubbing your back as you lay on top of him. “Princess, its time to wake up”, he says, placing his hands on your underarms to effortlessly lift you up, your upper body dangling above him while he gently shakes you like a baby, which does the trick, your body jerking as you wake up from the feeling of falling, your arms flaying everywhere when you opened your eyes and realized you were not laying on anything. “Relax babe!”, Madara chuckles, gently lowering you to lay on top of him again. You immediately sit up on your elbows, your arms on each side of him as your stare him down, easily finding his blood red irises in the darkness of your room. “Babyyy that’s not funny!”, you whine, your husband still laughing at you, his pupils still spinning, recording the entire thing. “Heey”, you softly yell, biting your lips to try and hold yourself back from laughing, but his laugh was so contagious you just couldn’t, annoyed that you couldn’t be serious about this. “Babbbyyy!”, you giggle, lightly slapping his chest, his large hand cupping your cheek, as he slightly lifts himself up to plant a kiss against your lips. “I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to startle you like that”, his voice calm and deep, so soothing you felt like you could forgive him, leaning forward for another soft kiss, your lips simply pressing against his before parting. You could kiss him like that forever. “Why are you awake? And why did you wake me up?”, you question, your eyes almost closing as his hand now moved to the back of your head, massaging your scalp as you spoke. “I just wanted to know something”, he says, delaying the reason, making you impatiently whine, “Uh uh, i wont tell you why I woke you up if you whine like that”, he teases, “okay then goodnight”, you respond, laying down on his chest. “Okay okay wait”, he huffs, annoyed that you won.
“I, just wanted to ask if you love me?”, he asks, manipulating his voice to sound all innocent and cute, making you roll your eyes as you giggle. “I should be asking you that since you woke me up like that baby, but how can i not love my attention seeking little baby’, you tease, planting small kisses on is lips, making him smile. “Hey I’m not an attention seeker”, he says, lightly smacking you butt, a giggle escaping you lips. “Says the guy who woke me up to ask if i love him, even though I told you I love you a million times before we went to bed”, you yawn, snuggling into him once again, Madara lifting the blankets up to cover you. “Whatever princess, I love you okay?’, he says, wrapping his arms around you, smiling at your response and you quickly dosed off. “I love you so much”
@aiyaaayei 💗🫧
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kleftiko · 1 year
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❦ HE LIKES YOU ON TOP
cw: mature, fem!reader, cowgirl, face sitting, [kakashi is kinda mean but HOT]
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kakashi loves laying down when you have sex. it’s lazy, but he would rather you be on top, riding him in a position he knows is straining your thighs from the amount of times you need to adjust.
it’s selfish, so he waits patiently as you break the rhythm to adjust once again. he’s very picky.
he likes bouncing; up and down. none of that grinding shit. he wants to see you sheath his cock over and over, and he wants the harsh and cold air to hit his shaft for that split second before he’s trapped in your warm, wet cunt again.
he loves the out of breath pants you make, struggling against your sore thighs—up, down, up, down—and with the way kakashi is burning his fingers into your flesh, it’s not like you can stop either. he’s close, so you have to suck it up as you listen to his whimpers, eyes screwed shut as he slams up into you to cum.
but it’s not over yet. kakashi may ask you for a lot but he’s not gonna leave you without compensation. of course he’s not gonna move, tough. he’s still gonna be laying down. his hands will draw to your ass, lurching you forward onto his face as your quivering thighs finally give out, your wet cunt falling flat onto his mouth for his own assault.
he needs to repay his sweet girl. and it’s not like you have the energy to get away.
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lemony-snickers · 10 months
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i am sorry but tummy touches are an underrated form of intimacy. like, even just the barest brush of fingertips beneath the hem of a shirt, you know? it's such a vulnerable part of the body - so many delicate organs, no bones to protect them. a part so many are self-conscious of. and whether made of firm muscle or soft tissue, it is delicate. easy to destroy.
and i imagine a shinobi is even more hyper aware of this. imagine kakashi gently redirecting your hands the first time you try to slip yours beneath his shirt as you cuddle on the couch early in your relationship. he's reading, probably, while you half-doze on top of him, listening to the reassuring rhythm of his steady heart against your ear, the gentle movement of his chest as it expands and then contracts, lulling you like the ocean tide.
you barely recognize the change in the tempo of his heartbeat, the way it skips and races a second before resettling. he threads his fingers with yours as he pulls your hand away, so you hardly notice what's happened, especially half-asleep.
but then it happens again. and again. and eventually when you walk up behind him in the kitchen and try to sneak your hands beneath his shirt as he washes your dinner dishes, you can't keep your curiosity at bay any longer and you ask, "is there a reason you don't want me to touch you there?"
and kakashi doesn't really know how to answer, exactly. technically, there's no reason for you not to. honestly, he doesn't even know why it makes him feel so squiggly inside. uncomfortable.
vulnerable.
so he just answers, "no," with a little bit more of a question mark than he meant to tack on the end and you stare at him a little, pondering the best way to proceed.
you decide on boldly, and step close, maintaining slightly too intense eye contact as you roughly shove your hand beneath his uniform shirt...
only to be met by chainmail, which snags against one of your fingers until you pull back with a slight yelp.
kakashi pales, eyes wide as he steps forward to cradle your hand. "sorry, shit, sorry, i forgot."
you frown, maybe pout a little. "you forgot you were wearing battle armor in the kitchen?" you ask, only half-skeptical. kakashi is a strange man, one with many habits ingrained from his time as the copy ninja of konoha. you don't pretend to understand all the things he does - hiding weapons scrolls in your couch cushions, keeping a spare pair of sandals on the window sill in his bedroom, always sitting with his back to the wall and never the window - but you don't question them. you know it's just part of who he is.
still. the chainmail is a little unexpected.
"isn't it heavy?"
kakashi has many laughs, and you've been lucky enough to hear almost all of them, now. this time, he offers that soft huff that puffs his mask out a little in front of his mouth. "old habits never die, it seems."
you chuckle, leaning up to kiss his cloth-covered cheek. "next time i try to be assertive, i'll be sure to ask if you've changed out of it first."
"probably a good idea."
kakashi wraps your finger in the bathroom, "just a precaution," he says when you protest. you let him even though you know it isn't necessary because you understand it's important to him to take care of you.
you thank him with another kiss, this time without his mask in the way, before he heads home.
the next time the two of you snuggle on the couch together, you don't try to reach beneath his shirt. as much as you want to - as much as you crave knowing what his body feels like beneath the thick, reinforced fabric of his uniform, you satisfy yourself with running your fingers over his clothed chest, tracing concentric circles while you daydream and kakashi reads.
the snap of his book closing draws your attention and you twist yourself to look at him. "are you hungr--"
you never finish your sentence because, faster than you can ask the question, kakashi has grabbed your hand and guided it beneath the hem of his shirt with swift purpose.
he isn't wearing chainmail this time, and all your palm is met with is warm, soft skin, broken in place by what you assume are scars you haven't yet seen. you flex your fingers, drag your fingertips over his abdomen until he shivers.
"ticklish, huh?" you tease, "good to know."
kakashi only hums.
you can feel his own fingers dancing across your hip, sliding from your upper thigh to your ribs and back again like he's trying to decide what to do.
you gasp very gently when his hand slips beneath, goosebumps springing to life across your skin in the wake of his calloused touch. you sigh, nuzzle your face into his chest as you both relax into the embrace - so similar to your usual cuddling position, and yet suddenly more intimate.
a step forward, something which often comes so painfully slow in your relationship with the stoic and reserved kakashi hatake.
you listen closely to his heart this time, relishing the way it sometimes speeds when you let your hand drift higher, toward his clavicle - or lower, toward his waistband - knowing your own heart hammers just the same as kakashi's hand dances over your belly, grazes your hip bone; your nerves all alight, blood racing.
you're ready for more, and hopefully he will be soon, too. for now, though, you're content to map with your fingers all the scars you plan to lavish wish kisses when the time comes.
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skyahri · 8 days
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How They Found Out |Naruto Boys X Reader| HC
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Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake
Summary: How your relationship ended up being revealed.
Warnings: Naruto's is short af because he's an open book. Deal with it. NSFW themes. Mentions of sex and being caught.
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Sasuke Uchiha
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You'd been together for about a year at this point. In the beginning, you'd agreed to keep it hush-hush until you'd figured things out.
Before you knew it, it'd been more than six months since your first date, and it was still secret. You enjoyed the privacy of it, but didn't enjoy hiding things from your friends.
So you decided to stop actively keeping it a secret and instead allow things to come out naturally.
But that was six months ago and still no one knew.
Sasuke hated PDA and no one had asked either of you about relationship stuff, so it was still quiet.
That is until today.
You two were victims of Narutos' lack of boundaries and awareness.
It was late at night, about 11pm, you were in Sasuke's apartment.
He was drilling into you, his hands holding down your legs and mouth connected to your neck.
You were too busy enjoying the all encompassing feeling of him fucking you, and he was too busy ravaging you to hear Naruto enter the front door.
Suddenly, the bedroom door swings open. Narutos face very quickly goes from his usual happy-go-lucky to a horrified, dramatic look.
Sasuke is quick to cover you with the sheets before he yells at Naruto to get the Hell out.
Naruto is already way ahead of him, bolting straight out the front door and to God knows where.
After that, it wasn't long before the whole village knew. Honestly, once Gai found out, there was no one who didn't know.
Naruto Uzumaki
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Find out? Ha! There is no finding out because he immediately told anyone and everyone the second you agreed to a date.
If he did somehow manage to keep it quiet, it really wouldn't be long until it got out.
Hes just so... excited to be with you.
He likes showing you off like a prize. He likes going on dates and holding your hand and loudly proclaiming that you're his.
You don't mind, of course.
Shikamaru Nara
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You two lay around together most days. A while back, you shared a kiss, and it very VERY slowly escalated from there.
It was almost six months before you actually had sex.
Mostly because he'd somehow rationalized kissing was "just something you guys did" and didn't require any extra thought.
The sex was amazing. Slow and passionate, just like you'd expect from the lazy Nara.
And so things continued on like that. A relationship had formed, but it was never something either of you talked about.
You liked his parents and they liked you. You'd help his mom with dinner some nights and played Shogi with Shikaku. They didn't question your relationship either.
Things stayed on the down low for almost eighteen months before someone finally brought up something regarding his romantic life.
"So, Shikamaru, who was your first kiss?" Choji asked one night in the bath house.
The question caught him off guard since he wasn't usually included in these types of conversations. (They mostly assumed he wasn't interested in women, or something like that.)
"Hm? Oh, Y/N."
Cue the silence. Then total chaos.
"What?? When was this?" Kiba asked.
"I don't know... sometime around the solstice last year."
That sparked a lot of questions from his friends, only some of which he'd answered.
The guys relayed all the information to the girls the next day, where they then went and hounded you for answers.
Despite all of your friends knowing about your relationship, nothing changed between you and Shikamaru.
You just stayed... whatever it is you were.
Kakashi Hatake
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Gai, Kurenai, and Iruka all had their suspicions about you two but had nothing to back it up. It's been years at this point, yet they still come up empty-handed.
That is, until Kakashi’s students decided they were interested in his love life, and began to poke around.
It's after the war; Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke are fully grown adults, but something is just so tempting about reverting to their youthful days of trying to spy on their sensei.
Kakashi is all for it, partially because he's glad his students are getting along again, and partially because he's grown tired of keeping secrets.
This is something he discusses with you, and as he predicted, you're completely on board.
You gradually make yourself seen with Kakashi over the next week- leaving the Hokage tower with him, getting dinner with him, and even allowing him to walk you to his apartment.
The kids watch all of this happen, but there's no evidence that actually proves anything, just like Gai sensei had told them in the beginning.
So they continue to stalk you two around the village. They're better at it than when they were little, but it's still pretty easy to spot them.
At the end of the week, when you're sure all three of them are watching, Kakashi kisses you in front of your front door.
You watch as they all zip away, surely off to meet up or possibly report back to your friends.
You and Kakashi can only laugh.
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angelltheninth · 7 days
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I haven’t seen you write for Naruto characters in a minute, so I would like to humbly request being doubled teamed with Kakashi and his clone he created by doing the shadow clone jutsu
Yes, god yes, any day, yes. Can you tell I like this idea?
Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, clit stimulation, teasing, double penetration, cunnilingue, praise, double creampie
A/N: I wrote some Kakashi fluff before but I must now write smut to keep the balance.
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Kakashi joked that he would only share you with himself. At least it started as a joke, until one day you were both bored and he summoned his clone. Clone!Kakashi wasted no time with you, his cock immediately shoved down your throat while Kakashi got himself hard for you. Surpassingly easy to get hard when he's watching you get fuck by his clone. A real shame he never considered using his clones in this way before.
He doesn't want to interrupt clone!Kakashi when he's fucking your mouth so he lifts you up enough to slide his cock into your pussy. You got this wet from being watched didn't you? All this time Kakashi was under the impression that he was the pervy one but guess you're equally as dirty minded. You can't talk with your mouth getting fucked like that, with both of them fucking you at the same time, but your noises are enough to let them know you're having a good time too.
When clone!Kakashi gets ready to come he pulls out of your mouth and pushes you back so Kakashi catches you, already knowing what the other is thinking and leaning back onto the bed, one hand keeping your thighs apart, the other rubbing your pretty clit in tight, close circles. Fuck, you're doing so well right now, pussy already full of cock but it's pulsing so eagerly, wanting another, wanting to be stretched and full. Even though your mouth is now free you can't form many words over the overstimulation and the constant attention Kakashi and clone!Kakashi are paying to your clit.
The only respite you get is when they come, both men pushing balls deep into you so their cum reaches deep into your cunt. You don't know which one of them came first and it doesn't matter because he is not done with you yet. You feel yourself pulled towards Kakashi, his mask finally pushed down so his tongue can scoop all that creamy cum from your pussy while the other one pulls you into a deep kiss before taking his leave.
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vulpisnocturna · 8 months
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Can u do headcanons for how the Naruto characters sleep with their partners ? (Kakashi, Naruto, Itachi, Shisui, Madara) ps love your writing !
Oooh I like this! And thank you so much 🤍
SFW
Kakashi:
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-Kakashi is so warm when he sleeps. This man is boiling. Perfect in the winter, a little too much in the summer.
-He doesn’t sleep much, but with his partner, he’s so calm and has very few nightmares.
-He likes to sleep with them nestled in his arms, likes to feel like he’s protecting them
-In the summer months, even if they get their own space on the bed because it’s so hot, he wants to hold his beloved’s hand
-Kakashi sometimes stays up reading through the night, with their S/O’s head on his chest and his fingers softly stroking their hair
-He buries himself under the covers, covering his face because it feels more comfortable to him, seeing as his face is always covered. Which means his S/O is probably covered with the sheet too, which is a bit suffocating when you’re not used to it
-He’s a very light sleeper, he wakes up at the faintest noise. Any bathroom trip will wake him up, but he’ll pretend he didn’t hear it
-Likes soft bedtime cuddles: his favourite cuddling positions are being the big spoon and having his S/O clinging to him with their head on his chest and their leg bent over his hip. It feels as though he’s needed and wanted, like his S/O needs to be as close as possible to him in order to feel peaceful enough to sleep
Naruto:
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-MESSY SLEEPER
-will accidentally elbow and knee his S/O in his sleep because he likes to starfish on the bed
-Hugs his beloved like a pillow, really tight, keeping his head on their shoulder
-May or may not drool a little, but it’s quite endearing
-loves to be little spoon. It makes him feel like he’s loved and cared for, and warms his heart
-can never sleep alone after he starts sleeping with his S/O. He needs the company
-favourite cuddling position: being the little spoon, hugging each other face to face
-very heavy sleeper, but wakes up if his partner’s warmth is gone from the bed for too long
-likes late night talking with his partner, whispering to each other, sharing stories and having very deep conversations 🥺
Itachi:
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-CUDDLES
-Itachi is clingy, he won’t admit it, but he wants to be close to his partner at all times 🥺🥺
-loves to nap with them, snuggling close to them and wrapping his arms around them
-lots of kisses before bed, his S/O is getting forehead kisses, kisses on their whole face, knuckles kisses, full make out sessions
-he loves loves loves spooning his loved one. It truly makes him feel connected to them, as though he can protect them and feel their warmth
-has cold feet, will definitely rob his partner of their warmth by sticking them between their legs
-Also a very light sleeper, and a deadly silent one at at that. He does not snore, does not move much. If it wasn’t for his slightly parted lips and slow breathing, he would look dead
-He loves sleeping with his S/O because he doesn’t have nightmares and he falls asleep easily when he’s with them
-Loves lulling his beloved into sleep by talking softly to them and playing with their hair
-if his partner runs their fingers through his hair, he’s a goner. He will melt in their arms
-Even if it’s hot, Itachi is not giving up on cuddles. He’s not too warm, so it’s not that uncomfortable anyway
-Favourite sleeping positions: big spoon, hugging his S/O and having their head in the crook of his neck
Shisui:
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-This man wants to play fight before bed
-He likes to go through his last spike of energy before bed, and maybe even have sex
-He’s a sleepy lad, a heavy sleeper who does not wake up easily
-That’s because he’s so comfortable around his partner that he lets his guard down 🥺
-He never shuts up. If his partner is half asleep, he has a question that’s at the forefront of his mind and needs answering. He will stay silent for a couple minutes, and then start talking about something else that’s completely unrelated
-He likes to be crushed by their partner. Wants them to sleep on top of him. Glued to each other. Or he can sleep on top of his S/O. Either way, bear hugs
-Talks in his sleep and says the weirdest things, he doesn’t remember in the morning
-He’s the type that will wake his S/O up at 3 am because he’s chugging a bottle of water. He doesn’t want to, but plastic bottles make noise and he’s a thirsty boi
-Will tell his partner about his weird dreams in the morning, except when he has nightmares. He’ll lie about those
-Favourite cuddling position: Bear hugs, as close as humanly possible
Madara:
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-Madara is that weird guy that watches his S/O sleep
-He likes seeing their peaceful expression, it calms him down and makes him feel good that they trust him enough to let their guard down around him
-He will eventually fall asleep, but only when he’s really, really tired
-Likes to drape an arm around his S/O, and having their face close to his
-When cuddling, Madara will absolutely not voice that he loves it. He will say he’s only doing it for them, he doesn’t need cuddling, it’s not as if he likes it or anything
-Will begrudgingly hug their S/O to his chest, loving their hands clinging to the front of his shirt and their body so close to him
-Will put his chin on the top of their head and rub their back
-Madara loves when his partner plays with his hair. Again, don’t expect him to admit it. He’s such a tsundere
-He has a cold ass body. And he’s not against using it as an excuse to cuddle. But just because he’s cold, not because he wants to cuddle. Obviously 🙄
-Favourite cuddling position: face to face embrace
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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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comicallylargemango · 10 months
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How Kakashi, Genma, and iruka would react to reader staring at them while they're talkin
Summary: 's in the title, but anyway.
How they would react to reader staring at em with intently, like all the love in the world intently
Warnings: some suggestive stuff, mostly harmless though cus all fluff.
Kakashi hatake
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Halfway through his sentence he just sees reader staring at him with their hands propping up their head
Immediately shuts up and reader asks if sumn is wrong and when he continues talking he's stuttering n messing up all his words
Legit gets red as a tomato, not even his mask could hide it 😭
No one has ever looked at him with so much interest, compassion, and love in their eyes so he literally has a seizure I swear
If y'all were dating and you stared at him like that it's either straight to the bedroom or he's going to be a blushing, flustered mess (depends on where yall r like in public he's gonna be a red mess but inside his apartment YOU're going to be a mess if ykwim)
You would tease him endlessly for his reaction
If y'all weren't dating though that's when he catches feelings like who wouldn't 🤷
He looks so stoic n serious all the time but with just a smidge of PDA he's gonna malfunction
Genma shiranui
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He's too distracted with talking he doesn't notice it at first so you just kinda keep staring n humming as a response
When he DOES notice tho he's reduced to a stuttering mess (kinda like Kakashi) but he tries to remain confident n keep his cool, happy go lucky facade but he fails miserably as sighs in defeat.
Unlike Kakashi you can fully see the red, flustered mess your gaze has reduced him to.
Probably slams the table with the other hand covering his lower half of his pretty boy face n makes the excuse that he needs to go to the bathroom. Startling you and other people (if y'all are in public)
Low-key makes you think you did something wrong and immediately apologises to him when he gets back
He dismisses it though and says you did nun wrong but you still get worried nonetheless
When he notices his senbon probably falls outta his mouth cus he probably noticed it mid sentence with his mouth open n yeah
When y'all r dating he definitely teases you about how you're lookin at him, but his heart and mind are going bonkers rn
In public he tries his best to keep the 'kewl bad boy' facade but fails
In PRIVATE though, in private. Make out session. Nothing else no other words just, make out session. (With consent of course)
He thinks it's cute and adorable and he has ABSOLUTELY NO PROBLEM telling the entire world. Will cup your cheeks and smother you with compliments like "you're so cute I could just eat you up" (or out if you want idk)
Iruka umino
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Honestly Kakashi and Genma combined
Tried [keyword; TRIED] to seem cool about it but is definitely going to fail.
Would switch to a completely different and silly topic to see if your reaction changes but it doesn't, it only makes him more flustered that you don't even care about how silly the topic is you just care about him
If he's eating he'll definitely choke on his food from how lovingly you're staring
(prolly gets turned on)
If y'all are dating n sitting/standing next to him while you're staring would probably look away and fake cough tryna hide his face from you
Iruka is definitely a closet perv and you cannot convince me otherwise (not the peeking into women's stalls closet perv) only a perv fo you
At home you're not going to escape his hungry grasp ifyk
In public though he's prolly a blushing mess
Mans is just adorable idk what to tell you 🤷
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green-crocs12 · 2 months
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so um.. i don’t think they ever said why exactly kakashi wears a mask, but if i had to guess it’s cause of his sense of smell? it’s like super good or something in the show so idk hc that he wears the mask bc his nose is sensitive and he gets headaches
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also he should have fangs
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mila-uchiha · 2 years
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Jealous Ex Bfs ☾ Naruto NSFW Headcanons
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⚘ kakashi, itachi, madara x fem!reader
a/n: hello party people lol enjoy dis one!!! it's basically just the boys above ^ getting jealous of seeing reader with another boy after they've broken up!! part 2 found here and part 3 here
warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact!!), rough sex, degradation kink, dub con kinda, oral m and f receiving, biting, choking
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kakashi
ahhh yes lord sixth,, has shinobi watching you secretly because he was suspicious and that's how he heard you were seen walking in your house with a guy
"who is he? tell me and i won't have to get angry, love"
locks you in his office until you tell him who the guy was
gets angrier when you stay quiet
"do you need to be fucked to remember who you belong to?",, "kakashi we broke up",, "don't care, you're begging for a punishment"
chokes you against a wall while smirking
forces you to turn around so he can slap your ass,, "only i can make your ass this red"
fucks you from behind very roughly, pressing his chest against your back
"this pussy is mine" he'd say while you're screaming his name
"that's right, who's fucking you so good? say it"
cums inside you and claims that he marked you by doing so
itachi
sees you with another guy while he's on a mission and doesn't bring it up til a few days after because he overthinks
"who was that? don't lie angel"
"i don't care if you're over me, i'm not over you"
turns you on just because you won't tell him anything and he knows you'll give in if he starts talking to you in that voice
"have you forgotten the way my cock used to sit so perfectly in you?"
"have you forgotten how good i used to fuck you angel?"
has a long, sensual make out sesh with you before fucking you in missionary, making eye contact most of the time
slow and hard thrusts so he can hear every moan you make from each thrust, relishing in what he missed since you two broke up
"fuck- don't want you cumming on anybody else's cock, okay?"
eats you out after and makes you cum hard again. his end goal is for you to leave wanting more so you'll forget about that other guy
madara
if it's a random boy you're seen with, he'll just talk down to you and fuck you so you don't forget how good his dick is
if you're seen around any senjus, PRAY AND RUN
asks you so many questions and gets pissed off when you don't answer them
"is it hashirama? don't fucking tell me it's tobirama"
grabs your jaw tightly and looks into your eyes, "have you forgotten who the fuck i am?"
roughly pushes you down on your knees and pulls his cock out to throat fuck you
he would throat fuck you til tears are running down your cheeks and you're begging him to stop
fucks you hard after in missionary, telling you how much of a slut you are and how he doesn't want anybody eles to use you like this
"little attention seeking whore getting what she deserves"
he bites you and gives you hickeys during sex so he can admire them after. also so you can remember that you're his
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localkage · 6 months
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Hello i love your writing and was wondering if you have any thoughts on naruto men deciding to not pursue reader? They love reader but they never confessed and maybe reader got in a relationship... Who do you think would/wouldn't try to pursue reader? Love you 💕
I got u 😔 <3
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I feel like most of naruto men would let you know about their feelings at some point, even if they think they might get rejected. but kakashi is THE most likely to never tell and never pursue someone he's interested in/is in love with, especially if they're a civilian.
he's good at avoiding or at least suppressing his feelings until he forgets about them, and then they eventually come back to bite him in the ass. which they do once he sees you with someone else, clearly a lover by how you're holding hands and all– it's like the ground is pulled from beneath his feet, he knows he's felt greater pain in his life but this hurts too, and it's the kind of pain he has to suffer in silence because no one else knows about those feelings but him– you never even had the chance of reciprocating them, because you never knew they existed. it is almost wicked how beneath all the hurt, kakashi still can feel some kind of relief still– because deep inside he's convinced you found someone better than he could ever be, because whoever that person was, they didn't come with his traumas and all of kakashi's problems. you'd be happy, he's sure of it.
shikamaru is another one I can see keeping his feelings to himself until he can't anymore. you're getting married?? ok, he's having NONE of it. what IF he did spend the whole time he's known you avoiding to tell you how he felt?? what then??? he's not just gonna watch you and this silly-bitch getting together without saying anything, hell, he'll fucking crash your wedding last minute if he has to, yell on top of his lungs that even though he doesn't deserve it, you could have a future with him instead.
neji is definitely not as dramatic as shikamaru, but there's also something about letting his love die without ever being uttered that irks him, doesn't let him sleep at night. he'll not crash your wedding ceremony or anything crazy, no– he'll wait until you both can be alone, because he think you're the only one that needs to know how he feels. he'll take the rejection, he expects it, but he doesn't want you to make a final decision without knowing that neji is an option too, you could have a life with him if you wanted to.
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iambilliejeanok · 5 months
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Hii I love your work! Could you do one about how Kakashi spanks? ❤️
Hello hello🩷, thank you very much!🤗
Sorry for the delay🙏🏾🌸
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Pairing: Kakashi x reader
Warnings: 18+, spanking kink, NSFW, read at your own risk🙏🏾🩷
🎀First and foremost, Kakashi loves him some cake okay. He’s an ass man, and always appreciates some nice juicy booty cheeks👍🏾The two of you might be friends or lovers, but he still can’t help himself, unashamedly checking you out every time you walk away from him.
🎀Now spanking you is apart of his daily routine. Some days the spanking can turn into sessions and other days, he’s really just being playful. Those playful days are the days you happen to be walking around the house in one of his shirts and some tights or even just your undies. He’ll habitually spank you whenever you walk past him and sometimes he’ll take his time and give you a good couple of spanks when you’re standing in one place.
🎀Whether you’re cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, getting ready or simply hanging out with him, he’s always finding himself opportunity to wrap his arm around your waist and give your ass a few generous smacks and squeezes. When he starts with that he does get really into it, so you might have to hold out a minute or so, maybe even fight him off of you before it turns into a whole thing.
🎀He can get really serious about it, which is when you’re just out of control. You’ve had an attitude lately and you need a bit of an adjustment to snap you out of it. He’ll either trap you, convincing you to come lay down with him before he’s got you in a hold you can’t get out of and your ass is free for him to go ham on, or he will simply call you to him and you better come if you wanna be able to sit after he’s done with you. If he has to catch you since you play too much, then it’s really over for you babe.
🎀Normally, he will lay you across his lap, your lower half between his legs and your upper half flat on the bed or the couch. Sometimes he will have you on all fours on the floor in front of him while he sits himself on the couch or a chair. When you’re on all fours like this, he prefers to have your hair in a nice firm grip, his hand connecting with your ass creating a fiery sting that makes you gasp every single time. He has a heart though, so he will rub the spot a little before the next one. He loves rubbing and squeezing you in between spanks to get as much of a feel of that ass as possible.
🎀Sometimes he also just wants to spank you poor guy. He’ll ask you very politely for a few minutes of your time to allow him to spank you to his hearts desire. And of course you do, he’s so pretty when he asks you like that how could you possibly say no? He gets all giddy about it but will obviously try and downplay his excitement to maintain character. You see right through him though.
🎀Thankfully for you, these sessions don’t last too long. By the 15th smack, or 20th smack, your cries, squirming and constant begging for mercy have him thinking of a couple of other things he wants to do to you. He wants to eat you out right after, immediately spreading you wide open, your ass still on fire as he impatiently dives right in, softly sucking on your clit, letting it leave his mouth with a pop before he’s smacking your inner thighs, the way you whimper and try reaching for his hands literally driving him nuts. He’s so hard, it might hurt a bit, but he can’t get over how sexy you are, trying to fight him off of you when he starts smacking your thighs. So to drag it out a little longer he’ll drag his tongue between your folds and gently shove it inside of you, casually sucking on your clit over and over again until your shaking, but even then he won’t stop eating you out until you’re literally squirting and shivering, using this as an opportunity to smack those thighs again. He lives for how much of orgasmic crying mess you are during these sessions.
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kleftiko · 1 year
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❦ FLOPPY HAT
cw: none, this is fluff
alternate title: team 7’s first impression of you
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kakashi always delays your mornings. he’s late to everything and one of the reasons is because he prefers to keep you in a loving headlock each morning (he calls it cuddling, but it’s inescapable) while he reads his books.
needless to say, when he finally leaves much later than he should for his first mission with his new team, you can get ready and go outside to tend to your garden.
only to get severely pissed off.
your garden was new, kakashi had his routine and your garden literally got in the way of it, BUT DID HE HAVE TO WALK RIGHT THROUGH IT FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK????
your blood boils and you feel it in your cheeks as you see the murderous footprints of kakashi who was probably reading his stupid icha icha instead of looking where he was going.
team seven, on the other hand, is being continuously amazed by their new teacher. they can’t land a single blow on him, he seems invincible to everything. and they’re about to give up hope when they hear the piercing scream of of a killer, a sound so horrifying it shakes their sensei to a halt.
it’s you. and you’re pissed.
“kakashi hatake! how many times have i told you to look where you’re going!!!”
the man freezes as he sees you coming over the horizon. a jonin knows when he’s defeated, and seeing his significant other blowing steam out their ears as they march straight towards him, he knows he’s done for.
he doesn’t do much when you approach him. and team seven look on in horror as you rip the book out of his hands.
“this is what happens when you read your stupid book while you walk!” you swing the novel down onto his head. repeatedly. “you ruined my garden again! this is the last time kakashi!!”
your man takes the beating, slightly laughing at you because your assault doesn’t hurt, and team seven is looking at this random person in a floppy sun hat beat their sensei.
kakashi holds you in his arms. no book in his hands this time as his fingers run up and down your back.
“that better be the last time, kakashi.” you mumble into his chest. he chuckles and adjusts the two of you on the couch. after todays kerffufle, you went home and took a nap. kakashi had replanted everything while you slept, leaving a path that he can walk through in the morning. it looked funky, and out of place with everything else, but it was sweet.
“it’ll be the last time.” he assures. “my team thinks you’re pretty scary:”
“that’s cause i’m the only one who can kick your ass.”
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lemony-snickers · 9 months
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hey lemony!! woke up thinking about sick!kakashi. i partially think he would be the type to ignore sickness until it cannot be ignored, and i think when he gets sick, before he gets into a relationship, he would be very good and quick about getting himself better just so he could be sent on missions quicker or whatever. however, after he gets into a relationship, i think he would be the whiny, needy type that drags out his sickness/symptoms just so he could soak up all the care and affection he could get from his partner :)
sorry lemony! one more thing to add to sick kakashi anon is that his dogs would know if he was faking it because they could smell the sickness, and by day 4, pakkun would probably say “you don’t smell sick anymore” while the partner is out of the room and kakashi would just glare at him
hey, anon. i think this is very cute & you are absolutely right.
Kakashi glares at Pakkun as the dog huffs again, already wrinkled brow furrowing. "It's unfair to keep expecting them to wait on you hand and foot."
He sighed, letting his head fall back against the pillow--which you had perfectly placed and fluffed and put a new case on while he bathed that morning. "I know, I know. Just a little longer, okay?"
The pug growled lowly, but said nothing else.
And Kakashi did, in fact, know Pakkun was right. That allowing you to continue caring for him--pampering him, even--was perhaps a little selfish.
There was a time Kakash would never in a thousand years have considered feigning illness. In fact, when he was younger, he was much more likely to feign not being sick even as a fever raged within him, turning his skin pink and sticky, cool to the touch, as ever muscle in his body screamed for respite.
"I'm fine," he would grumble to Tenzo or Yugao, swatting away their hands when they tried to feel his forehead or neck to confirm their suspicions.
But that was a long time ago. That was before he met you.
He never swatted your hands away. Rather, he yearned for your touch the moment it ceased, sometimes whining faintly so you would brush your fingers through his hair, over his cheek soothingly.
Kakashi did not think he had ever craved anything as much as your touch. Not his favorite foods or books. Not even the bleak release of death during his darkest moments.
When you were near him, the awful thoughts quieted, the weight of the world--of his loved ones' sacrifices--lifted just a fraction. He felt like he could breathe easier as long as the two of you shared the same air.
The first time he'd fallen ill, there had been no pretense. He'd simply returned from a mission in rain-soked Amegakure with wet feet and an awful, racking cough. He hadn't even thought to tell you, to take himself off the active duty roster to recuperate.
But then you'd showed up at his door, expression immediately concerned as you reached out to press your wrist against his forehead, frowning when you felt the heat radiating from his skin.
"Are you sick?" you'd asked. He'd shrugged even as his teeth chattered. And then, to Kakashi's utter surprise, you'd dedicated yourself wholly to taking care of him. You made him miso soup, wrapped him in warm, fuzzy blankets you brought from your own house (Kakashi had no such thing in his apartment). You put soothing balm under his nose, made him tea steeped with echinacea. You stopped at the Hokage Tower to let the chunin at the mission desk know he needed to be put on sick leave.
It had all felt so natural, even as it was also foreign. Kakashi could not remember someone ever taking care of him in such a way, though he was sure there had been a time when Sakumo had done so--gingerly placing a warm cloth on his son's forehead between misssions. Kakashi wondered if his mother had ever done the same, when he was far too small to remember.
And it had felt good to be cared for. Fretted over. The warmth of his fever was nothing compared to that which bloomed in his chest as you bustled around his apartment, tidying up because he "needed to rest." You were so naturally good at taking care of others--taking care of him. It made him all the more grateful to have found you.
So the next time he was sick, he didn't think anyone could blame him for milking it just a little. Forcing his coughs to sound a bit raspier, looking up at you with pleading, pathetic eyes when he told you he was cold and could you come here and warm him up.
Now, though, Pakkun had clearly caught on to his game. Kakashi was grateful his summons had at least waited until you left the room to thoroughly sniff his cheek and then gruffly accuse him, "You're not sick anymore, what are you doing?"
What was he doing? Surely you had more important things to attend to than warming a bowl of soup for him and sitting beside him on the bed as he feebly ate.
But wasn't he allowed to be just a little selfish? All those years pushing through the pain of injury and illness... didn't he deserve a little extra care now that he'd found the person who made him feel worthy of it?
You returned to the room with a steaming bowl in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Kakashi recognized the telltale fizz of one of the electrolyte tabs you sometimes dropped in "to make sure you're well-hydrated."
They turned his urine a strange shade of pale orange, but Kakashi didn't have the heart to tell you they were probably just overpriced B-vitamins.
"He isn't sick anymore."
Betrayal, white hot and instantaneous, lanced through him. Kakashi's head whipped toward Pakkun who scratched at one ear with his hind paw, utterly unconcerned.
Kakashi expected you to frown, to chastize him for taking advantage of your goodness.
Instead, you chuckled, which grabbed both his and Pakkun's attention.
When he met your gaze, your smile was full of love Kakashi thought his fever might have returned full force with how warm he suddenly felt, basking in it.
"You think I don't know that?" you asked, and Kakashi felt his cheeks flare with new heat that had nothing to do with his cold. "I don't mind indulging him a little."
You crossed the room and set his lunch on the bedside table, perching on the edge of the bed as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You combed your fingers through his hair, still smiling, as you added, "Besides, I know he'll make it up to me in other ways."
Pakkun grumbled something vaguely insulting as he hopped off the end of the bed and padded his way out of the room.
Kakashi didn't bother to ask him to repeat himself or chide him for his rudeness. Instead, knowing full well he was no longer sick and so he couldn't pass his illness to you, he pulled you into a sweet, lingering, grateful kiss.
You were right, he would certainly be making this up to you and more.
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skyahri · 9 days
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So..? |Kakashi Hatake X Civilian! Reader| HC
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Pairing: Kakashi Hatake X Civilian!Fem! Reader
Summary: Kakashi finally musters up the courage to ask you out.
Warnings: Nothing, really. Pretty tame.
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You worked in the hospital. It was nothing spectacular; the shifts are long, it can get a bit over crowded, and sometimes you don't even have time for a meal, but it's honest work.
You were decent with medical ninjutsu. You could heal cuts and bruises, but anything more was outside your skill set.
You have your fair share of regulars, Kakashi being one of them.
Sometimes, he's in and out - just there for a few stitches or a mandatory check-up after a long mission. Sometimes it's longer, like after his battle with Itachi or the Kazekage's retrieval.
You scold him every time for being reckless.
"Kakashi, you know what happens when you overuse your sharingan. Can't you at least try to be a bit more careful?"
He always dismisses you, promising that everything he does it put of 100% necessity.
You roll your eyes and fix him up regardless.
Its a lucky thing that you always end up taking care of him, or at least you think it is.
He's actually using his social pull to end up wherever you are. Kakashi Hatake, the copy cat ninja, is very well known and has earned more favors than he could ever cash in.
He remembers the first time he met you - it was several years ago, in this very hospital. He'd been injured during one of his Anbu missions and needed some critical care.
The hospital was swamped that day, and you were new. He could tell by how anxious you were. It was lucky that you had ended up with him, someone who wasn't picky about his treatment and wasn't bothered by nerves.
There was something about you, though he wasn't sure what. Yes, you're pretty, but he's seen lots of pretty girls. Maybe it was the confidence you emitted despite the cluster of the environment. Maybe it was the gentle way you touched him as yo wrapped his arm or the feeling of your chakra on his skin.
Either way, it stuck with him, and all the feelings he felt have only intensified over time.
Which is where we are now.
Eventually, he sees you outside of the hospital. A rare sight, really. He's perfectly healthy, between missions, and not being dragged around by his students for once.
Your last shift of the week just ended. You're carrying home your weekly grocery haul when he spots you and basically demands to carry some most of your bags.
He tries to chat you up, along about work, hobbies... potential partners?
"So what have you been doing outside of work, hm? Interesting... I see. And you do all of this by yourself, or..?"
You laugh, knowing he's fishing for specific information. He already knows you pretty well after seeing him so often at work. Maybe he forgot that fact in his stupor.
However, slick Kakashi thinks he's been all this time, knock it down by 60%.
You may not be a shinobi like him, but you're very well aware of people.
"No, Kakashi, I don't have a boyfriend."
He plays it off. Shoving his hands in his pockets and pretends not to be borderline giddy at this newfound information.
Once you reach your apartment, you have no problem allowing him entry so he can set your groceries down on your counter.
He looks around while you put things away. Everything embodied you perfectly. The plants, the color scheme, the decor. It was perfect.
Once you're finished, he becomes nervous again.
"So..."
"So?" You ask expectantly.
"Would you wanna meet up with me sometime? As a thank you for all you've done for me over the years, of course."
"Of course," you mock him lightly, crinkling your nose.
"I'd love to."
He let's out an animated breath.
"I'll pick you up tonight at 6? We can head to..."
The plans are set. Now, it's just a matter of patience before this long-awaited date.
Although you've been looking forward to this day for so many years, the anxiety is still there, and you're wondering how it'll go and if he likes you.
Little did you know he's having the same thoughts.
What if you didn't like him? What if he just damaged your friendship (could it even be called that considering how confined they had been to the hospital?) and now he's lost someone else because he's stupid?
Only time will tell, so may as well just shove down the nerves and prepare for what could be the beginning of something great.
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