#naruto x reader oneshot

[h8ani]

Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Word Count - 3.3k

Warnings - fem!reader, slight overstimulation, fingering, oral (female receiving)

A/N - after months of having this in my notebook I finally finished it T.T I just wanna say thank you to everyone for liking part 1 & 2 of this and I hope you enjoy this just as much! I didn't expect to make multiple parts for this but I lowkey already have ideas for more parts if anyone is enjoying it enough to want more!

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Part One → Part Two → Part Three

The door of your apartment slams as you trudge in, the sloshing of your shoes, soaked with the rain from the downpour that just drenched you outside. You dart for the couch, grabbing the closest pillow and quickly shoving your face into it and letting out a scream that would have alerted the neighbors in some way if it wasn’t muffled.

All day something has gone wrong, if it wasn’t one thing it was surely the next. It’s as if the gods above were playing games with you just to see how much you could handle before you undoubtedly snapped. 

Waking up late wouldn’t have been such a bother if it wasn’t for the meeting with the Hokage you had. You had a performance review about the latest mission you were just on and no shock to you, it brought up how bad of a screw-up you must’ve been because all that was said was everything you did wrong. You were reprimanded for that along with your tardiness to the meeting, on top of that you never ate breakfast because of the rush you were in. Deciding after the meeting ramen would be the perfect meal to drown in your sorrows and finally get something in your system, only to realize that being in such a rush you absentmindedly forgot your coin purse. Deciding to finally leave and go back home, Mother Nature wanted to make sure you got there quickly and started a downpour just for you. Being soaked from head to toe was something every girl just needed, and so, here you are. 

The frustration building inside of you makes every inch of your body feel like it might explode, tears threaten to spill past your bottom lashes and onto your cheeks but you refuse to cry and give in to the absolute shit show of a day you’ve endured. Your throat constricts while you take a deep breath, as you exhale the subtle sound of your doorknob twisting is heard, the door opens slightly, and before you can think your fingers fumble with your kunai, quickly throwing it and seeing it lodge into the wall next to the door. 

Sasuke walks in to stop as he sees you, glancing at the kunai and then back at you. His eyes scan your body, seeing you sopping wet with a puddle of water soaking your once dry carpet, you were frowning at him and your eyes were slightly red even as you blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Bad day?” He comes inside, locking the door once it's been shut. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” Your voice was small yet still croaked as you spoke. He nods, not saying anything more as he makes his way towards you, hands gripping your wrist and tugging you back towards your room. Immediately you start to pull your wrist back albeit weakly. “Not that kinda bad day.” 

“I figured as much.” He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it on your bed, if you had the energy you’d scoff at how he’s making it seem as if this was his room. 

“No I mean-”

“Can you shut up for a second?” He interjects while waving a hand in your direction, ignoring the glare you shoot at him as he walks to your bathroom. He disappears for a moment until you hear the shower turn on. Once again making himself feel at home. You open your mouth to call to him when he reappears, hand beckoning you over.

Against your better judgment, you move towards him, feet seemingly having a mind of their own, and follow him into your bathroom. The steam that was already filling the small bathroom gave you a warm hug of warmth, not realizing how cold you were from the rain. A content sigh leaves your lips accepting the new damp warmth you felt. 

“Wanna tell me what got you like this?” He asks while pulling his shirt off and dropping it at your feet. Confusion crosses your features as he continues to undress in front of you, the heat from the steam leaving and going straight to your face, you jerk your head away from him as you mumble a half ass answer about how it’s raining outside. You hear the rest of his clothes fall against the tile floor as he discards them all, quickly kicking them to the side so your wet ones don’t drip on his. 

“How are you not wet? The weather outside is awful.” You ask, head still turned away to not look at him, still unsure as to why he decided to strip. It’s not like you haven’t seen him but the close proximity and eye contact are still something you weren’t used to. 

“It’s called an umbrella, the clouds were dark, and it was obvious it was going to rain. You’d have to be blind to not see that.” You snap your head to glare at him which turned to sudden wide eyes as he was fully naked in front of you. Your eyes wander from his chest down to his toned stomach and venture further until- “Eyes up here.” He smirks when he sees the flush of your face. 

“Why am I even in here?” 

“We’re going to shower, you need to relax.”

“I- we- huh?” You stutter out, the gears in your head coming to a halt while you look at him as if a second head grew out of his neck. Sasuke rolls his eyes and slips his fingers under the bottom of your top and tugs it off and over your head, it drops to the floor with a loud splat sound from the rainwater soaked in it. 

“I said you needed to relax, now shut up, stop asking questions, and take your pants off.”

“God you’re such a-”

“Yeah whatever, just hurry up before the hot water runs out.” 

Once again, against your better judgment, you listen to him, your clothes are off and discarded with your shirt, a small pool of water creating around it. Soon you’re stepping into your shower first, the heat of the water relaxing your sore and aching body and warming you up in an instant. You audibly sigh and allow your eyes to close just feeling the water beat and fall down your chest like a steady stream. 

Sasuke is soon after you, hands finding a place on your waist, the subtle squeeze making your body freeze up as if the water had turned frigid. “Relax, Jesus it’s just me.” Sasuke says, you can feel the huff of his breath on the back of your neck which does nothing to calm you down. 

Relax? It’s just me? That’s exactly the reason why you couldn’t, the sole fact that if you two weren’t fucking then what was the point of being here? What was the point of this? This was too nice for him, too intimate. 

His hands slide from your waist up to your shoulders and feel his thumbs press down and slowly rub, easily bringing you back from your thoughts. “You’re tense.”

“When am I not?” You joke, amusement evident as it was so obvious you’ve never been a relaxed person. The expectations are always so high for you even from such a young age, even now with so many responsibilities on your plate the urge to sleep and ignore it all is so heavy. 

Sasuke doesn’t respond, thumbs pushing down deeper into your muscles massaging out all of the tenseness you have. You lean back against his chest, eyes shutting once again and letting a sigh escape your lips. His hands go down your back keeping the pressure to work out the rest of your body. “Fuck..” You whimper.

“There we go..” His fingers dig into your lower back finding the place where you melt into him, you lean your head back against his shoulder and sigh contentedly. 

“Thank you for this.” You say quietly, barely heard over the stream of water coming from your shower head. It was a soft moment, both of you two never uttering anything other than foul comments to one another, always making sure the next word hurt more than the last, yet here you were; eyes closed and guard down against the chest of someone you couldn’t stand to look at when you were kids. 

“Shut up.” His chest rises as he scoffs before dipping down to kiss your shoulder. “You looked a mess when I got here.” 

Ignoring his comment, you bend forward to turn the heat up higher, you soon turn around to face him, his hair is damp and his cheeks are flushed from the steamy air. He didn’t have his signature grimace that always laid upon his face, being this close where the tension wasn’t filled with anger was…different. 

His hands made their way back to your waist, squeezing the soft plush of your skin. The air; although thick with vapor, was brittle as a crisp autumn leaf, so fragile it could break if you breathed, and if it didn't snap you felt like you just might. Neither of you speaks, you fumble with your fingers, unsure if you should lay them on him as he has his on you. 

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, his hand slid to the back of your neck tugging you closer, a quiet “Come here.” leaving his lips before he was on yours. 

Unknowing if it’s because of the intimacy of being in the shower together and the vulnerability it gave off, but the kiss emitted every little bit of exposure you felt. His hands held onto you tightly while yours lay upon his chest. Collectively, a sigh left you both; unspoken words left between you both and died on each other's tongue.

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You feel the cool sheets against your warm skin as you plop yourself on your bed, the fluffy pajama bottoms you now have on bringing an added level of cozy you oh so needed to your day. You finally felt relaxed; cold, damp clothes soon forgotten as well as the ravenette who stood behind you. Your mind was mulled over with the sudden leisure that you couldn’t stop the squeal that escaped you when Sasuke’s cold hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you down the length of your bed. You turn to look at him when his lips come crashing into your own, soft lips pressing hard while you melt into his touch, kissing Sasuke has started to feel familiar, a comfort in kissing his lips and knowing how the other works. 

One of his hands comes up to take place at your throat, slightly squeezing to elicit a small whimper from you. Just like you feeling familiarity in his lips he feels the same in knowing just how you’d react, feeling just as if he knows a part of you. His hand slips to the back of your neck pulling you closer, tongue slipping in and claiming your mouth for his own. His kisses become hungrier, more passionate. Fingers tilting your chin up so your throat is now exposed, he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and descends further down your neck. You become putty to his mouth as he finds your sweet spot, another whine leaves your lips only igniting him further.

His hands leave your neck and grip onto your waist pulling you to him and grinding your hips into his erection. Every whine and whimper that leaves your mouth sends every impulse in him into overdrive. “Still having a bad day?” He breathes out, lips ghosting over the sensitive mark he just created.

“It could be better.” You giggle, legs instinctively pulling him even closer to your clothed core. He smirks against the skin of your neck while hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pajama bottoms, you lift your hips allowing him to tug them off. He shifts himself down until he’s on his knees at the foot of your bed, he tugs you down to the edge of your bed until he’s at eye level with your already glistening core. Strong hands push your thighs until they’re pressed against your chest, a low growl reverberating in his chest. You’re this wet just from a few simple kisses, how pathetic. 

His head dips down and licks through your slick, lips attaching to your clit and sucking causing your hips to buck in his mouth. He chuckles, the vibration pulsing your entire lower half as your hand shoots to his still-damp hair, your fingers thread and slightly tug while he circles his tongue. A quiet moan leaves your lips causing his eyes to shoot up and look at you, he sees your eyes closed; his tongue relieving you of all your stressors from the day. The small whimpers you let out only make his gaze darker, hungrier for you. 

“I know you can be louder than that.” He says as he pulls back. Finally, you look down at him and see his black eyes boring into you, he sees your eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, he hasn’t even made you cum yet and you’re already like this, but that doesn’t stop the pout that forms on your face. Your hand tightens its grip on his hair and tugs his face closer to your heat. 

“Keep going-”

“Be louder, I want to hear you.” His words are demanding, making you jut your lip out in a pout once more. “Be louder or I’ll leave.” You huff a breath and look away from him only to feel a quick slap to your thigh causing you to yelp and snap your head right back to him. No words being said between the both of you but you know it was a threat. His head dips back down sinking further as he keeps his eyes trained on yours while running his tongue through your slick core, his thumb putting just the right amount of pressure to evoke a slurry of curse words from your mouth. Your hips move and grind against his tongue, your hand tugging roughly at his hair causing him to groan into you. Thumb now leaves your clit and quickly replaces it with his mouth, his skillful tongue circling and flicking, having you clench down on nothing. Your whimpers turn to moans and now his name is the only thing you’re able to say. 

You orgasm without warning, fingers tightening even more in his locks while your thighs trap him. A choked-out moan is heard loudly in his ears, another groan vibrates your body as he laps up all of your juices, his skillful tongue sending shivers up your spine as he doesn’t pull away while you ride your high. 

Once the oversensitivity set in you squirm in his grip, legs planting down to try and push away from him but his arms quickly hook under your thighs and spread you wider for him, giving him even more access to your pussy. His lips suck harshly around your clit extracting a high pitch squeal from you. “Sasuke!” Your once woven fingers in his hair were now pushing him away, the oversensitivity having tears prick your waterline, it was beginning to feel too much, too much pleasure building up right after you just came. 

Sasuke was eating you like he was starved, the lewd and wet sounds coming from where his mouth connected with your pussy were all that could be heard. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten again and your legs tremble, a silent indicator you were so close only minutes after your first orgasm. 

As if he could read your mind and body so easily, Sasuke pushes two fingers in and pumps them at a quick pace, curling them as he does so. You’re shaking, his fingers hitting your g-spot again and again and again-

Your eyes roll back while you cum, your body tensing up and your head being thrown and pressed back into your mattress as you moan loudly. Once your body loosens up and legs go limp he finally pulls away. 

The bed dips down as he climbs up your body, a cheeky smile plastered on his face when he sees the fucked out look on yours, a sense of pride filling his chest up to know he got you like this just from his tongue alone. Your eyes settled on his, trailing down to see his lips and chin coated in your slick. 

Your chest rises with heavy breaths, eyes weary as you slowly blink up at him, the subtle tint of your face changing when catching his own eyes already looking down at yours. 

His eyes scan your face, seeing how you divert your own away from him while trying to regain your breath. It’s funny, he did all the work and you’re the one out of breath. Sasuke fits himself more comfortably in between your legs, laying more of his weight on you as you both just relax in silence. 

He can’t help but look at you in a different light, when he first came over months ago he didn’t know what got ahold of him. He was the last person you wanted to see and vice versa, but that didn’t stop him from barging in, he was always watching the village in one way or another, whether it was from word of mouth by someone or when he could sneak away, somehow whenever the latter happened you were always one of the first people he happened to catch sight of. 

It was annoying. 

He felt the irritation run up his neck when he saw you, the way you’d walk almost as if your nose was in the air, thinking you were better than him, better than everyone around you. Just seeing you from a distance he couldn’t stand, it’s like the same little girl he remembered back then was still in his head, glaring at him and calling him all the insults under the sun whenever he jabbed at you, but when he finally saw you he couldn’t help but be a little happy to see that same signature scowl that appeared on your face. 

That first night he didn’t even come to fuck you, that was the last thing that he would have thought would happen, but when push literally came to shove against that damn wall his body took over, all the pent-up frustrations between you two over the years hitting the breaking point. 

He can’t lie and say nothing has changed since he started coming over more frequently. He wasn’t supposed to be sneaking back into the village, he wasn’t meant to be seeing you so much, having moments like this. It’s easier to say he doesn’t give a damn about you, that it’s just the sex that keeps bringing him back, but when he does something so out of character as he did today he can’t help but feel like he should’ve just fucked you and left; pushed your bad day to the side, ignore your borderline broken figure and used you to his liking. He’s no nurturer, far from it yet he still worked your sore muscles out and had you cum till you were dizzy. 

“This won’t happen again.” He thinks to himself. He can’t come back, he won’t. This will be the last time you see him and he sees you. The last time he feels your soft skin against him, fingers dancing across his back and playing with the hair while you both calm down. The last time you see his eyes staring back at you, different emotions each time and never knowing which one it is. 

He’s convinced himself of it, never again.

But when you bat your pretty little eyes like you’re doing right now he can’t help but mentally curse himself as he finds himself leaning down to press his lips against yours. 

He knows he’s going to come back.

He knows it and he can’t help but hate you for it. 

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Tobi is not here anymore

Pairing: Tobi/Obito x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut with feelings, Teasing, Cockwarming, Oral, Sub/Dom, Wet and Messy, Bondage, multiple orgasm, youre very bendy, friends to Lovers, unprotected sex. Summary: How much do you have to tease Tobi before Obito comes out to play, or fuck you dumb on his cock? A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

Tobi was sitting on the couch when you walked into the room, you closed the door and locked it as you had a smug look on your face. "Y/n-senpai! what are you up to?" he sang "want to try to scare Deidara again?" you chuckled as you shaked your head. "You know, I'm more in the mood to something else, I mean you should now" you smirked as you walked over to him. He smirked behind the mask as he thought to himself finally he sent you begging for his dick, he loved teasing you and it had become this twisted fun game of his.

He knew you wanted him bad, you weren't exactly good at hiding it as you thought you were. "Why don't you open up your coat" you said as you opened yours and revealed black pants and a tight black sweater hugging your breast. He bit his lip behind the mask as he saw your curves, your breasts and everything he had been dreaming of.

"y/n-senpai, youre being naughty~" you smiled at his answer as you dropped your coat to the floor "I know you saw me just a couple of minutes ago" you said, and he crossed his arms and his head leaned to the side "what did y/n-senpai see?" he asked you suprised and giggled behind his hand "pleasuring myself" you said and he dropped his hand as you leaned over to him and grabbed his coat with one hand "I didn't get to finish and it's your fault for teasing me so fucking bad, so I can't help but wanting to return the favor" you grabbed the zipper to open his coat when he instantly grabbed your hand and stopped you.

You couldn't see the smirk behind his mask or the hard dick he was hiding, throbbing and begging for your mouth. "Are you gonna be a good boy and behave?" you purred. He couldn't help himself, the image of you touching yourself was burned into his brain, going on replay. He was actually about to jerk off thinking about you before you came in here. You could hear him swallow as his chest began to heave "maybe~" he teased.

He had been teasing you for days now, you were sexually frustrated to say the least and then you caught him peeking when you tried to relief yourself. Your legs were spread and you were moaning his name as he was sitting outside the window behind a tree peeking, he caught you off guard so you had to stop. He disappeared and you got pissed to say the least. And here you are now, infront of him and it felt like he's still trying to mess with your head.

You smirked "Now it's my turn to tease you" you said as you tried to open up his coat "let go of my hand" you said calmly "now" you spat, warning him. "ok~" he said chipper. You smirked as he let go of your hand and you opened his coat. Your mouth fell open as you saw what he was hiding underneath, litterally leaving nothing to your imagination.

His pants was hugging his large fat dick. He smiled behind the mask as he was loving every moment of seeing your reactions. You let out a silent moan as you licked your dry lips.

He silently cursed as he wanted to taste your lips so bad, he wanted to taste your toungue and his dick was throbbing for attention.

"Damn tobi" you smirked as you leaned back and took off your pants, reavling your bare clit. He melted at the sight of your clit and instantly he lifted his hips as he flipped out his cock, making sure to hide his scars. "Good boy" you smiled as you sat down to your knees.

He stared at you mouth as you slowly looked up at him, leaned forward and stuck out your tounge and tasted his sweet precum while keeping eyecontact. He loved that you were circling your toungue around his tip while keeping eyecontact. You felt his precum was like a candy you couldn't get enough off, It tastes so sweet.

You eagerly licked up every drop like it was worth millions and He leaned his head back into the couch. You inhaled his length like you were starving, humming as you made his dick wet from your drool.

He hummed at your mouth hugging his dick, bobbing your head. He melted as he enjoyed the sight of you finally sucking his dick. You pushed your mouth deeper until you felt his balls under your chin "This is teasing?" he struggled badly to say, sending sparks throughout your body. You took his throbbing cock out of your mouth. He looked down at you closely, curious about what you had planned next.

"no" you said and straddled him. You grabbed both his hands and tied them up behind his head fast. "I'm just getting started" you placed his dick into your folds. The instant touch sent him flying, he stared at your lips as he tried not to even breathe funny. He let out a sigh as your clit felt too good.

You moved his dick twoards your entrance as he tried to push up his hips. You held his cock tight "I'm in charge" you said as he tried his hardest not to make a sound "I decide when you can fuck me" you smirked "So be a good boy and listen to me" he chuckled in a low deep voice which sent a surge deep inside you.

You noticed something in him change for a moment, but he went back instantly back to Tobi, "I like your sweet pussy" he said cheerfully as Tobi. You wanted him badly but also you wanted him to open up to you. You smirked as you thought you just have to tease him enough to talk in his real voice, you just wanted to fuck him raw and real, and if he was hiding something youre just gonna have to tease it out of him.

You placed his cock back to your entrance and slowly sat down on his cock, trying to adjust to his length. He couldn’t help but to let out silent deep groans through his mask which made you even more motivated on teasing him.

You moaned as you slowly felt his dick fill you up "Fuck youre big" you huffed as you leaned flushed into his chest as you kissed his neck. His dick was leaving no room to spare at all, hugging your tight walls perfectly. "you wanna know what I was thinking about?" you began as you grabbed his hands and pushed them towards the wall.

He loved seeing you take control like this, letting you think you have the upper hand was so amusing to him.

"Before you rudely interrupted me, instead of joining me" you said and tightened your core as he felt his dick being squeezed inside you, causing him to try his best to not let out any more deep groans but he couldn't help himself as he let out a deep moan.

He knew you had already noticed something was up, your tight walls were making it pretty hard for him to keep up. And the fact you weren't moving were just driving him more horny for you.

"I thought about your hands all over my body" you let your free hand wander, touching his muscles "I thought about riding you like this" you moaned as you moved your hips slowly thrusting him once. He couldn't help himself as he let out a deep groan.

You pinned his hands hard to the wall, he chuckled in a deep voice and let out a groan, which sent shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes hard shut as you wanted to touch your clit so bad, but you knew if you did you would climax way too soon. "I thought about your dick deep inside me like this" you whispered into his ear.

His precum and your wet clit was already soaking up his pants. You thrusted slowly up and then down as you grinded onto his pelvis and you could hear the wet noises, which was driving him insane. You stopped thrusting, He leaned his head back and let out a deep moan.

His entire chakra changed yet again, like an off switch you were teasing, on and off. His dark voice ecchoed inside your head. You wanted more, the thought of hearing his dark voice would burn into your memory forever, you knew you would be touching yourself while hearing his deep moans on replay inside your head. But it wasn't enough, You wanted more. No, you craved more.

You tightned your core and thrusted slowly up and then you thrusted hard down once more before you stopped. At this point he didn't care anymore, he switched off Tobi. You couldn't see his face, but it didnt matter. He wasn't Tobi anymore, He was definitely gone.

"Do you know how much I wanna fuck you right now?" he said with his normal voice, You moaned at his words and slowly began to thrust down before you managed to stop and tired your best to not thrust onto him again as you tried to breathe calmly.

He wanted to rip up the knot and just grab your ass and fuck you until you got speechless: litterally dumb on his fat cock. His dick was throbbing and begging for more speed, you were going too fucking slow and were definitely teasing him real bad.

"Your voice is so fucking sexy" you leaned twoards his clothed neck and kissed him onto his neck, you leaned up "I wonder how good your lips taste" you hummed into his ear.

He cursed under his breath as he smirked, he wanted to fuck you right the fuck now and he wanted to taste your sweet lips, he wanted you to moan into his mouth so he could taste your moans.

"You know at some point" he said with his delicious deep voice "I'm going to rip up this knot and fuck you stupid, right?" you couldn't help yourself as his voice was such a turn on as you automatically began to thrusted onto his dick "yeah?" you moaned "I'm not repeating myself and I'm not your fucktoy" you huffed as you began to thrust faster, feeling more turned on more and more the more he talked. he began to huff as he smirked behind his mask "If anything, youre fucking mine." you started to loose it as you thrusted down hard, shaking your ass down onto his cock.

He could see your breast jumping up and down with each thrust "you want me to fuck you real good and fast?" he cooes "show you how to properly fuck someone?" he hissed, you were struggling and could feel your control over him slip away "tobi" you moaned as you felt you were close "Fuck me" you moaned.

He looked behind him and saw it was dark outside "enough" he said seriously and ripped open the knot "it's your turn being tied up" he smirked and grabbed both of your hands and tied them behind your back before you could say or do anything "you're my fucktoy"

He grabbed a glass that was standing in the window and threw it across the room turning off the lights. "Fuck Tobi" you winced. It felt like he had you wrapped around his finger. He took off his coat, and his tight sweatshirt and then he took off his mask. You couldn't see his face but you were too fucked out to care anyway.

He finally crashed his lips into yours, he was hungry and starving as he could taste your sweet tounge. You melted into his kisses as you couldn't help but to want more- He moaned as he grabbed your waist and pulled you flushed into him, then he gripped your waist and thrusted you down onto his cock. You moaned into his lips as his hips were clapping hard up into you.

Your moans and your rough make out session sent you over the edge, you felt a surge throughout your body as your breath became short but deep, rapidly. "Cum on my dick, let me taste your moans" he hummed "yes, just like that" he cooes as you climaxed "good girl" he cooes as he smirked and spanked your ass hard.

You ripped open your hands and wrapped your hands around his neck as you let your fingers grip tightly onto his hair, leaning his head into the couch. "mfh" he moaned as you continued to make out with him. You stood still as he wrapped his hands around your waist hard, while making out with him as he continued to slam up into you while moaning into your lips as he climaxed deep inside you.

He panted as he smirked at you, you could see the moonlight hitting his smirk. He noticed this and looked into your eyes unsure of how you would react.

You couldn't care less as you leaned down and kissed him. He hummed as your sweet kisses and it began to grow into another makeout session, he moaned as his hips began to thrust slowly into you once more.

His cum was dripping out of you as he thrusted up into you. You leaned back and threw off your top, he groaned as he leaned forward and kissed your nipple, sucked it and moved over to the other one.

He licked and sucked as he grabbed the other one with one hand as he thrusted into you. You cupped his face and kissed him as you both went eagerly back to making out. The wet noises coming from where you both are connected sent you over the edge as you moaned "Fuck me harder" you huffed "please."

He lifted you up, holding your thighs and laid you down onto the bed nearby. He threw off the rest of his clothes as he crawled over you. He slipped His hard cock into you and rolled his hips as he kissed your neck, "please, fuck-" before you could finish your sentence his hips snapped and he thrusted slammed hard into you.

He let out moans and groans as he fucked you so hard you felt unable to form sentence, "fuck babe~" he moaned which sent you over to the edge as you climaxed once more, your sweet release was like an addiction to him, he couldn't get enough.

He slowed down "you're done allready?" you teased, He chuckled and put your legs up on his shoulders as he slipped his hard cock inside you and he leaned forward pinning you down and kissed you "I'm not nearly done" he hummed in his deep voice, his cock pushed deep inside you as his pelvis was now grinding onto your pelvis.

He let out a groan as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them deeper down until your knees hit the matress. He began to thrust hard into you with no warning, clapping his hips hard into you, You grabbed his muscled arms as you felt you were close "I~" you managed to say before you climaxed.

He groaned as he slowed down and pushed his dick deeper. You gasped silently as he thrusted his dick hard into you. The clapping sounds turned faster, his balls were now spanking you. He moaned as the wet sounds, his hips clapping into you and rough needy kisses sent him over the edge as he climaxed for the second time into you.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you while huffing "Do you have anything I can clean myself up with?" you asked him as you were holding onto your pussy for not spilling any more than you already have.

He raised out of the bed, walked around and grabbed you in bridal style as he walked twoards a door. It was dark, so you couldn't quite see him but then he opened a door, the bathroom was still lit.

He let you down and you didn't turn to look at him. You instantly turned the light off as the moonlight was hitting the floor. you could sense he was standing right behind you. You walked over to the shower and turned it on "join me?" you said in a calm tone.

You could feel your heart beat as he walked across the moonlight twoards you. Your eyes were locked as he stood there in the moonlight for a moment, you let out your hand and waved him over "come here already" you said and he walked over to you, you cupped his face and stood under the warm water hitting your body as you kissed him deeply.

"why" he asked in his deep voice "I don't care, I like you" you said honestly and looked up at him. He looked down into your eyes seriously as he leaned down and wrapped you into his arms and kissed you while sighing happily.

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[namelessuchiha]

baby blue dress — kakashi hatake x reader

╰┈➤ summary: kakashi hatake had sworn he never wanted to start a family, when you win your way into kakashi’s heart, things begin to change.

╰┈➤ warnings: nsfw (18+), praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of kakashi’s past, creampie, pet names (baby, princess, daddy, etc)

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w.c: 3,060

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kakashi had concluded in his adult life that he would never have children of his own. with growing up never knowing his mom and ending up losing his dad at such a young age. he knew he would never want to bring a child into this world to endure the same pain he still held in his heart.

he was turning thirty-two this year. although it was only spring time and his birthday wasn’t for another few months, it weighed on his shoulders slightly. those his age were married, having children. hell, even his students were starting their families.

yet every night upon returning alone to his small bachelor apartment, he relentlessly attempted to convince himself that he was content in life. that nothing was missing.

it was one day, when the cherry blossoms were at their full blossom, that he made his way through the marketplace in konoha. his eyes were glued to the book in front of him. a hand stuck out in front of his face, waving back and forth. “excuse me sir, i believe you dropped this!”

like honey, he had thought. that’s what your voice sounded like to him. enticing and sweet. as he lowered his book, questioning what he possibly could have dropped, your face came into his eye sight.

his eyes widened and eyebrows raised slightly as he took in your glowing form. a bright smile adorned your lips, a floppy sun hat laid on your head, and the prettiest blue sun dress hugged your body in all the right places. he was completely enamoured. he swallowed, realizing that his mouth had become dry, before speaking.

“dropped what, sorry?” he forced out.

you held out your arms, a bouquet of bright flowers held in your hands. he looked into your eyes questioningly, only to see your eyes twinkle.

“they’re freesia’s!” you had said to him, “you look like you’re in need of something to brighten your day. take them, they’re all yours!”

through pink cheeks he had thanked you, and continued on with his day. that night, as he stared at the vase he had bought for the flowers, he couldn’t keep his mind from wondering off the image of your smiling face.

for weeks in between scarce missions and visits with the hokage, he found himself subconsciously walking through the market again, secretly hoping he would run into you again.

it proved to be useless, as he continued being disappointed. he didn’t even know your name, a civilian he had run into by pure luck that had caught his eye. eventually, he gave up attempting to seek you out. 

it was one day, after a particularly mind-numbing day, that lady-luck decided to favour kakashi. he was walking back from a visit at the memorial stone of those he had lost. out of the corner of his eye he saw blue. not just any blue, but the blue belonging to that stunning dress he had seen you in weeks ago.

he stopped in his tracks and whipped his head around. it was you, in that same dress, as beautiful as the day you had pushed flowers in front of him. the same flowers that now sat wilting on his windowsill. he knew this was his one chance, and for some reason his heart strings tugged him in your direction. “hey miss!”

it was these moments that kakashi would later on define as the beginning of the end for him. as the two of you began going on dates and spending time together more frequently.

he found himself even more enamoured by you, learning about your life, your worries, your likes, and your dislikes. truly, it was all so mundane in comparison to the troubles and tribulations that bounced within his skull. but it was so refreshing to him, to speak to someone and forget that once the two of you parted he would be back to his shinobi world.

kakashi fell for you slowly, reluctant to open himself up to someone so pure and kind-hearted in comparison to his blood stained past. this was better than his icha-icha novels that he loved so dearly. he was scared, to lose you as he opened about his past to you.

but when your soft hands cupped his face after he finished speaking, reassuring him, he knew that he has fallen deeply and utterly in love with you.

it was you who had made the first move, after months of pining after one another. the two of you stood outside your front door, bidding each other goodnight after kakashi had walked you home.

“can i try something ‘kashi?” kakashi was sure that through the silence of the night you could hear how loud he gulped.

“yes.” he whispered, scared his voice would give away how badly he was shaking in anticipation for whatever you were about to do.

your delicate fingers slowly pulled down his mask, giving him the chance to stop you if he wished to. when his mask was dropped around his neck, your kind eyes flickered back and forth. taking in every detail of his face.

as kakashi began doubting himself, you were right there to catch him beforehand. “kakashi…” you said airily, “you’re so beautiful.”

as your lips met for the first time, kakashi realized that his books did no justice to this feeling. the feeling of your lips on him caused a weight to fall off his shoulders, and butterflies to erupt not only in his stomach but out into his entire chest cavity.

as seasons changed in konoha and the new year began, the two of you were moving steadily. kakashi’s things had slowly began appearing in your apartment, what started with his toothbrush had quickly turned into your home being littered with his things. you harboured no complaints. as kakashi spent more time in your apartment weekly, you danced around offering for the two of you to move in together. nervous of scaring off your now boyfriend. eventually kakashi announced that he was selling his apartment, which was his way of telling you that he was moving in.

over a year after the two of you getting together, his thirty-third birthday came rolling around. kakashi had woken up to an empty apartment. a note stuck out on the kitchen counter, alerting him that you had gone to work and that you would be home around 6. although he was never a fan of getting older, it stung him a hit that there was no mention of you wishing him a happy birthday.

he shuffled around all day in the apartment, having the day off. his eyes flickered to the clock every few minutes, counting down until you would be home. maybe you had just forgotten this morning.

when you returned home, you smiled at kakashi upon entering. your eyes trailed down at his loungewear and you frowned. “want to go get ready kashi? it’s monday, it’s our weekly date night and I am starving!”

‘so she really did forget it was my birthday…’ he mused.

he silently entered your shared room, changing into street clothes and leaving to meet you at the front door. he felt his heart skip a beat as he saw you in that damn dress. the one he saw you wear all that time ago. that blue dress. his thoughts silences as you smiled up at him. and as you intertwined your fingers together, he too forgot it was his birthday.

except you hadn’t. he fell into your trap as the two of you walked into a barbecue restaurant and you led him to a booth filled with his comrades and friends.

you had turned around and chanted “happy birthday kakashi!” along with the rest of the shinobi sat in the booths.

his cheeks turned pink at the attention as he scratched the back of his neck, “mahh— you guys didn’t have to do all this, thank you.”

as you slid in next to him in the booth, you began to profusely apologize about pretending to ignore his birthday all day, thinking it would ruin the surprise. all was forgiven to him, he knew inside it was something you would not have forgotten. since when did he start caring about birthdays anyway?

later on, after enjoying a meal alongside everyone, kakashi floated around mingling. eventually he ended up next to his two closest friends; gai and asuma.

barely tuning into what gai and asuma were chatting about next to him, he watched you from across the room. a wide smile adoring your lips, that not only lit up the room, but his entire life. on one hip you balanced kurenai and asuma’s child, mirai. feeling like someone was watching you, you glanced over your shoulder and smiled reassuringly at kakashi, blowing a kiss his way.

he felt his lungs stop functioning, his entire world stopped spinning and paused. his eyes played tricks on him, imaging you balancing a child on your hip that had white hair and your eyes.

gai and asuma trailed off in their conversation as they both eyed kakashi’s line of vision. they looked back at each other and chuckled to themselves.

“you okay over there kakashi?” gai spoke loudly, clapping a hand down on kakashi’s shoulder.

kakashi snapped out of his daze, blinking rapidly. “sorry?”

asuma laughed again, “you know, i swore to myself for years that i never wanted to start a family. especially as the years went on, watching my friends around me lose their parents. and then i lost my dad.” he paused, thinking. “but when kurenai told me she was pregnant, my whole perspective changed. now every night that we put mirai to bed, i wouldn’t change a thing.”

later that night, you could barely get kakashi through the door of your apartment without him ripping all your clothes off on the way up the stairs. eventually you had made it inside, shutting the door before being pressed up against it by kakashi.

you giggled as he parted his lips from yours, leaving a trail of wet sloppy kisses down the side of your neck. his tongue trailed a path up and down as he found your sensitive spot, making a moan slip through your swollen lips.

“what’s gotten into you tonight kashi?”

he stopped his ministrations on your neck and ground his hard cock up against your body. leaning towards your ear he whispered, “just need you so badly baby, been craving that sweet pussy all day.”

his wet lips engulfed yours once again, hands curling up into your hair. his thigh nudged itself between your legs, pressing up in between your legs. you whimpered into his mouth, the dress you wore rode upwards as your panties met his pant-clad leg. rocking your hips, causing your sensitive clit to receive some much needed friction.

kakashi pulled back, leaning his forehead against yours as he pressed his thigh up more into your soaking middle. “that’s right baby, fuck yourself on my thigh.”

his large hands trailed down and grabbed your hips, helping you rock back and forth on his thigh faster. moans and whimpers left your lips as your head fell onto his shoulder, unable to keep it up. “keep going, not going to give you this cock until you cum on my thigh.”

“k-kashi—” cutting you off, he crashed his lips down on yours again. letting his tongue slip in and tangle with yours, he continued rocking you towards your first orgasm of the night.

your hips began to stutter as your orgasm approached quickly. “mm— kakashi! gonna cum.” you babbled into his mouth.

“cum for me princess, and i’ll fill you up as a reward for being such a good girl.” he watched as your hips stuttered one last time before your orgasm crashed down on you. your hands gripped onto his shoulders tightly, throwing your head back against the door.

“that’s it, just like that. you look so pretty when you come undone, even prettier when it’s on my cock.” you moaned in post-orgasm bliss at his dirty words.

his hands wrapped around your bare thighs, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you down the hall into your bedroom. he set you down right before the bed. you raised your arms as he tugged your dress over your head, his clothes following suit.

your knees met the ground as you ran your hands up and down kakashi’s built thighs. your eyes met his as one of your hands began lazily pumping his hard cock. the tip was red and angry, pleading for release. precum dripped out from between the slit, you lolled your tongue out, flicking it along the slit to clean up.

his eyes tightly closed as he groaned when your wet lips wrapped themselves around the head of his cock. he grasped your hair with one hand to pull it back from your face. slowly bobbing your head, your hand twisting and pumping what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth.

you hollowed your cheeks out before deep throating his well endowed member. tears sprung to the corners of your eyes as you lightly choked. he pulled your head back, making you release his cock from your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.

your teary eyes looked up to his flushed face, questioningly. “can’t have you keep going or else i’m going to cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

helping you up onto your feet, his lips crashed down on yours once again, backing you up onto the bed. once you were laid down, legs dangling off the edge. kakashi broke the kiss and began leaving sloppy kisses down your body all the way to the hem of your lace underwear.

his mouth hovered over your wet mound as you whimpered, feeling his hot breath through your underwear. “please kakashi—“

he chuckled, fingers playing with the hem of your undies. “please what, princess? use your words.”

“touch me, touch my pussy please.”

he hummed, wasting no time by sliding your underwear off and trailing his tongue up your slit.

“mm— you taste so fucking good. sweet like honey.” he said before diving in and flicking his tongue violently against your clit. your legs immediately clamping down on either side of his head as your fingers fisted tightly in his light grey hair.

his long and dexterous index finger ran up and down your slit, as his tongue and lips continued sucking and licking on your clit. slowly and lazily he pumped his finger inside your pulsating hole. loud and breathy moans left your lips as your hips began thrashing around at their own accord. kakashi added another finger and began curling them upwards, finding that sweet spot inside of you only he could find. kakashi’s hips rocked against the edge of the bed, needing the friction against his member.

as your second orgasm began building up, kakashi stopped his assault on your pussy, causing you to whimper. “i-i’m so close!”

“wanna have you cum on my cock.” he rose up from between your legs as you slid yourself higher up on the bed, kakashi crawling overtop of you. his face still wet with your juices as his lips captured yours once again, tangling his tongue with yours so you could taste yourself on him.

leaning back, he pushed your legs up, bending them at the knees. you watched through half-lidded eyes as he dragged his thick dick up and down your dripping pussy. the rubbing of his head on your clit enough to drive you mad as you began begging him once again.

slowly, he slid it into your hot and tight pussy and pressing his body into yours. slowly, he began thrusting as deep as he possibly could, before dragging it back almost all the way out.

you gasped, “a-ah! kakashi, you forgot the– the condom!”

“gonna fuck a baby in you.” he breathed hotly in your ear.

your face flushed even darker, if that were even possible. kakashi had never said such a thing to you. he had said once at the beginning of your relationship that he had never wanted children due to his painful upbringing. every time the two of you were intimate he was sure to wear protection. however, unbeknownst to you, you had opened his heart to options he had thought impossible for himself.

“fuck yes— ah… kashi—“ he continued, beginning to relentlessly pound into your tired and spent pussy. your juices coating his inner thighs and the bed sheets below you.

“want to see you swollen with my baby, won’t stop fucking you every night until you are.” you moaned wantonly, feeling yourself clench around his unforgiving pace inside you. “g-god i can feel you tightening up when i say that. you’d like that wouldn’t you? want me to fuck my cum in you and breed you?”

his thumb had found its way between the two of you, rubbing your clit harshly.

“y-yes daddy! want to— god i want it s-so bad. please, please, please—”

you felt your toes curling as you threw your head back, orgasm washing over you suddenly and so violently that you saw stars through your closed eyelids. kakashi wasn’t far behind you, not with the way your pussy was gripping him so tightly and—

“—hah” kakashi let out a long moan as he pushed as deep as possible, coating your cervix with white spurts of hot cum. his chest heaved as he continued lightly thrusting deeply, thighs twitching from sensitivity.

his sweat covered forehead fell against yours as the two of you breathed heavily. minutes passed before he slowly lifted himself and slid his half-hard cock out from you.

he flopped onto his back beside you, staring up at the ceiling. post-orgasm clarity beginning to wash through you, doubt and nerves began creeping up your throat.

“do you regret that? we can always go to the store and get some plan-b, i-i, if that doesn’t work we can always—”

“i don’t regret it.” he cut you off, “i want to start a family with you.”

he laughed airily, turning on his side to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “you make me want things i never thought would be possible for me. i love you.”

you smiled, “well i hope they get your hair and your perfect face.”

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a/n: suppose to be working on unrequited but my brain could just not work until this was completed. a bit rushed but hope u all enjoy 👉👈

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[queen-yalo]

Don't you? | Tobirama Senju x fem!reader | One-Shot

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A/N: I have been summoned... @katzekage // I did headcanons about this before. :3 *Find them here!*

Pairing: Tobirama Senju x fem!reader

Genre: Romance

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Fluff

Words: 654

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“Grilled. Whole. Or as Sashimi.”

You smiled softly, remembering Tobirama’s words as you carefully turned the salmon on the grill. Fresh salmon from Konoha’s rivers. Just as he liked it.

It was one of the first things you had learned about your husband. He was not much of a talker, but he was gladly answering every question you had asked him – even though it had been awkward at first.

Your marriage had not been built on love and feelings. It was a matter of politics and clan issues. Certainly not the kind of bond you were expecting to have with your spouse.

But you were not unhappy.

After all, you were allowed to choose your husband. Hashirama or Tobirama? And you willingly chose the latter. At that time, you could not understand why you felt more drawn to the younger Senju. You had met him a few times before that day, but never uttered more than greetings and formal small talk.

“I’m home.”

Your smile brightened when you heard the voice that became so familiar to you already. Not even a year had passed since you two got married, and yet his presence already felt calming. Reassuring.

Like home.

“Welcome back!” You answered brightly, stepping out of the kitchen to greet him properly – as properly as you two were comfortable with. A quick hug, a gentle kiss on the cheek, before you took the bento box wrapped in a linen cloth from his hand.

“Thank you,” Tobirama answered, before a small frown settled on his face. He took a deep breath, and a deep hum escaped his throat. “Is that… salmon?” he asked quietly.

You smiled proudly and nodded at him. “Catch of the day, fresh from the market,” you answered, smiling, as you walked back to the kitchen.

Tobirama followed you slowly, stopping right in the doorway.

“But… I thought you hated fish?” he grinned, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame.

“I do,” you answered, looking back at him over your shoulder. “But you love it, don’t you?”

He blinked a few times, before a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “Yes…” he whispered, slowly making his way inside the kitchen. The table was set, dinner almost ready. You were doing so much. So much for him, for this marriage – and never once did you complain.

A warm feeling spread in his chest, and with it the desire to give you something back. But what could he do? You were the woman of the house, you had everything under control. Maybe…

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he stated, turning to leave the kitchen again – but stopping once more in the doorway. With quick steps, he went back to you and kissed your cheek; just like you had it done a few minutes ago.

Before you could question him, he was gone. But the feeling on your skin remained. You couldn’t remember a time when Tobirama came back to kiss you – even if it was “just” a kiss on the cheek. Of course, you would kiss during intimate moments, but usually… you were the one initiating. Carefully, you placed your fingers on your cheek; scared that the sensation might go away…

The door to your house was opened and shut again quickly. “I’m home… again,” Tobirama mumbled, making his way back to the kitchen. “Where are… the flower vases?”

You gasped when you turned around and saw him standing there with a huge bouquet of brightly colored chrysanthemums.

“What--?”

“I saw them on my way home,” he answered, that small smile from before settling on his lips again.

You smiled, averting your gaze slightly.

“But… you hate flowers…” you whispered, small tears of joy forming in your eyes.

“I do,” he answered, stepping closer. Gently, he cupped your chin to make you look at him again, smiling down at you.

“But you love them…

… don’t you?”

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[13as07]

Motherhood

(Kakashi Hatake)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Garajiru]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

[Idea inspired by Criminal Minds - Garcia and Derek; Season 8, Episode 11]

Word Count: 3,979

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

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My whole body aches as I walk across the grassy field of the Third Training Ground. I'll never understand why Kakashi insists on training so far away from the main parts of the village. Well... I do understand. Despite how he comes off, he is a very sentimental person.

Pain sizzles across my rib cages, a side effect from littered stitches across my skin. I'm never going to hear the end of it when Kakashi finds out.

I should wait until he's done training with his students. I know he's a personal guy and I get it, especially with our line of work, but I want to see him. The burning need for him has been clawing at my heart for the past week. That burning only grew once the stab wounds registered in my head, and somehow became even heavier as needles were being threaded through me to close my wounds. He's going to be pissy or at least off his game when I find him, but that's okay. I know he'll smooth himself out.

As if the universe wants to apologize, a mix of 'why's', groans, and 'Sensei!'s fill the meadow. I can feel a smile perk up at the sounds.

I've heard a lot about my husband's little genins; Sasuke the Uchiha boy who shows great potential if he could get over his attitude, Naruto the chakra-packed spaz-ball who dreams of being Hokage, and Sakara the kunoichi with impressive chakra control who's just a little too distracted by Sasuke.

My smile only grows as the big blob of my husband and his three little blobs fall into my sight. The yellow and orange blob - I think that one is Naruto - is bobbing up and down. What a cute little jumping bean; well jumping blob.

Despite the burning across my sides, I hurry up my pace to get to Kakashi faster.

Once I can make out the details of my dotting husband, the burning in my heart starts cooling off. God, I miss him so much when we're apart. The seemingly unreachable retirement in our future sounds so good right now.

"Calm down, guys. It's just a progress exercise," Kashi's voice rings out, paired with the soft clinking of the bells wrapped around his belt loop. Before I left he mentioned redoing the bell test with his genins to check how they've improved. I guess today is the day.

"Oh, come on Kakashi-Sensei! Do you have to? We all know I'm already the best, do you really have to double-check it?" Blondie whines as he messes with his headband. That is definitely the spaz-ball.

"Being less sucky than Sakura doesn't make you the best," the raven-haired boy mumbles, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Naruto.

Sasuke's eyes catch me for a second before he glances at his Sensei for guidance. Said Sensei hasn't caught wind of me yet, curtsy of his back being turned towards me with his students facing the both of us.

Sakura's face sinks at her crush's words before a closed-eyes smile crosses her face. "I think it'll be fun to do the bell exercise again, Sensei!" When her eyes snap open, they catch on me too, just like the Uchiha did a second ago. Unlike the boy though, her face scrunches up as she stays focused on me. "Sensei-"

I jump forward, arms wrapping around my husband. I immediately regret it when my stitches come into rough contact with Kakashi's vest. A pain-filled whine slips out as I bury my head between his shoulder blades. "That hurt," I whine again, softly digging my fingertips into his stomach.

"Then maybe don't do that," Kash teases, his smile slipping through his words.

My head lifts before falling back down, softly headbutting his back. "Don't be mean."

A soft chuckle fills the air, spilling out from my husband. The sound fills me with warm, the good love-filled kind instead of the longing kind of heat. "My little crybaby," he mumbles, shifting in my hold so my head is against his chest instead of his back. "Why are you being such a crybaby?"

"I'm not being a crybaby," I bite back but it comes out as a pout instead of the strong 'don't fuck with me' attitude I was trying to have.

"Aww, now you're being pouty," he continues to tease as his hands slide under my shirt.

Despite his teasing tone, everything else about Kakashi is serious. His hands are soft and nimble as he rubs them over my skin, checking for new wounds from my mission. His eye repeatedly scanning me, looking for obvious wounds and any sign of real distress.

"I might have had a not-so-perfect mission," I mumble, glancing behind him at his students. They're all looking at each other in confusion, hushed whispers - and Naruto's failing attempt at being quiet - being passed between them.

     "What does that mean?" Kashi asks, his fingers light as he comes into contact with my wrappings.

     It's taken some practice, but I can see the small cracks in his calm composure. His eyebrows are ever so slightly pushed forward, jaw locked almost unnoticeably under his mask, eye slightly wider than normal, and a drop of worry hidden in his words. From an outsider, he'd look as calm as ever, but not to me. I can see the storm brewing under it.

     "I was stabbed a couple of times but it's not that big of the deal. No casualties and my squad came out less harmed than me, so over all a good mission."

     Another slip of composer; his fingers stiffing a bit as he dips them under the bandages. "I can't believe you were stabbed," he whispers, face inching closer to me so I can pick up on the soft volume.

     I feel bad about not being able to wait to see him. I know it's difficult for him to keep his composure when I'm hurt, and even more difficult when we're around people because he's worried his composure will slip.

     "I got stabbed in my vest," I mumble back, wrapping my hands slightly around his arms before I stand up a bit straighter. I use the extra height to nuzzle myself against his cheek. "It's just a couple of stitches, I'm okay."

     "Why don't they make better vests?" Kash mumbles to himself more than me, his focus on his hands as if he could see them through my shirt.

     His breath has picked up too, fingers not so light as they cling to my wrappings. My poor anxiety-filled husband is getting into his head way too much. "They're not stabproof. It's like when your watch gets wet and stops working. That's water resistant not waterproof. They need to make our vests knife-proof. They should-"

     "I... am... fine..." I breathe out, following each word with a kiss. First to his reviled eye, then to his cheek at the edge of his mask, and lastly, a light one against his masked lips.

     "I know but-"

     My hands dip further down his arms, tugging my shirt up gently so the edge of my bandages is exposed. "See? I'm fine?" I tease a bit, dipping my head behind his ear before pressing another soft kiss into him.

     When I fall back into place, Kakashi's eye is dancing over the edge of my wrap, fingers lightly dancing over my skin again. A barely visible pink pokes out from his mask. My partner might be a very composed man, but he's still a man. One that falls victim to the shaping of my waist, especially when it's empathized by a skirt or crop top; or bandages in this case.

     "It's just a couple of stitches," I repeat before dropping my hands back to my sides, my shirt following pursuit.

     "How... how, um..." Kakashi's flustered state is adorable, the pink getting deeper and his eye still locked in please even though his favorite sight is gone. "How long do you need to be taped up like this?"

     "I don't know. A couple of days maybe," I answer, letting my own eyes wander over him. I'm as pleased to look over Kashi's body as he is to look over mine; though his v-line is my favorite part.  A soft hum comes from him, his body going back to his actual calmness instead of his fake composure. "You relaxed now?" I tease, pulling away from his touch.

     "Ya, I'm relaxed now," he husks out, stepping forward in a slow attempt to chase me.

     "Sensei!" All three of his students call, pulling my husband back down to Earth.

     I think he missed me as much as I missed him. The thought makes me happy, tugging another small smirk to my face.

     "Students!" He calls, eye going wide as he looks at me. Perhaps Kakashi doesn't want me around his students because I'm too much of a distraction. Oh well, one day of distraction won't hurt. "Students," he repeats, turning away from me to face the children he's responsible for.

     "Sensei, who's the cute lady?" Naruto asks, his eyes wide as well as he looks over me.

     "Um..."

     "You can call me Mrs. Hatake!" I chirp out, sidestepping Kashi so his students can see me better.

     "She's not even that good-looking," the little emo boy says, rolling his eyes at Naruto's compliment.

     "And you're not as badass as you think you are," I respond, tone still chirpy as I smile at the Uchiha.

     "Maybe let's not insult Sensei's girlfriend," Sakura pipes in, sending a glare at her heartthrob.

     "Wife," Kakashi corrects, a small smile on his face. My heart jumps a bit at the word. I don't think I'll ever get used to him calling me his wife.

     "Wife?!" They all call out, surprise on their face as they look at me.

     "Wife," Kashi repeats, tugging his glove off his left hand before grabbing at mine. He holds up our hands, showing off our matching wedding bands to his students.

     The bands are basic but cute; black with blue lightening strips through them. Gai teases that Kakashi had them made this way to mimic his Chidori as a fail-proof claim to me. I don't mind the teasing, I find it adorable that Kashi wants people to know for certain that he's my husband. What better way to do that than marking me with his personal ninjutsu?

     "You... are married to someone like that?" His kunoichi asks, face scrunched up in disbelief.

     "Is that supposed to be an insult, Sakura?" Kash asks, his face still covered in a smile as he wiggles his glove back on.

     "No, you're just so..." she makes another face, causing a laugh to brew in my chest. "And she's so pretty."

     "You're pretty too, Sakura. I like the color of your hair," I answer, sending the kid a compliment back. Her face shifts to a smile instead of the previous face of disbelief. Good, I'm making a good impression on my husband's students.

     "You know Sakura's name?!" Naruto asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

     I hum a yes, turning my attention to him. "I know your name too, Naruto, and I know Mr Moody over there is Sasuke."

     Naruto - somehow - beams even more with happiness, and Sasuke's face scrunches in disapproval. "How do you know our names?" The ball of chakra asks, his in-place bouncing shifting to actual bouncing.

     "Because she's a jounin, duh. Do you ever use your head Naruto?" Mr Moody asks, paired with another eye roll.

     "Actually, I'm just a chunin. I'm not as skilled as your Sensei," I correct, sending Naruto a soft smile of reassurance.

     "Like a C-level chunin or a B-level chunin?" Sasuke asks, his attention finally caught.

     "Usually B-leveled but I do take C-level missions on occasion."

     "You just got back from a mission, ya?" He asks, body language opening up some. I'm three for three in the student department. That is a solid win.

     "Yes, I did. Maybe we can talk about it over some food, hm?" I gently push, sending Kakashi a sheepish smile. I know he's going to give me what I want; he always does, but I should have asked him privately before bringing it up to his students.

     On the other hand, Kakashi is out of his groove so I'm sure his students are out of a training mindset as well. Some food would help set them back on track, maybe. Probably not, but I want to get to know his students a little more. After all, they're a big part of his life, which makes them a big part of my life.

"Really?! Can we, Sensei? Can we? Can we? Can we?" Naruto cheers, running circles around Kash as he pleads.

"Alright, alright!" He calls, stopping Naruto in his tracks. "We can take a small break and go eat at Ramen Ichiraku, but as soon as we're done eating we are doing the bell test. Y/N can't wiggle you guys out of that," Kashi answers, sending me a warning look, telling me to not even try to stop their testing again after we eat.

"Yes!" Naruto cheers, darting in the direction of the village's main road.

Sasuke rolls his eyes again but follows after his squad mate, his pace notably slower than Naruto's. Sakura follows suit, trying her best to get Sasuke to promise to sit next to her. He is having none of it though, at least not until Naruto offers to sit next to her. Then he seems a little more interested in the offer. The little Uchiha boy takes after his Sensei more than he knows.

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"That sounds so cool," Naruto yells around a mouth full of noodles. I'll have to send Iruka a passing comment about his kid's lack of table manners. Despite that, Naruto is still adorable and the cutest little fuzz-ball I've ever met.

"Didn't feel cool when I was getting stitched up," I reply a small chuckle following my words.

"If you can take the cut, you can take the stitch," Kakashi teases despite the tighter grip he has on my hand under the table. Mr. Play-It-Cool isn't as laid back as he's pretending.

     "What about you guys? You just got back from the Village hidden in the Mist, ya?" I push gently, trying to change the subject. I can almost hear the 'thank you' brewing in my husband's throat, even if he'd never voice it. The relaxed fingers tangled in mine are enough of an approval. "That must have been fun."

     "It was alright," Sasuke mumbles, chopsticks messing with his noodles. Little Moody isn't as good at playing off his emotions as his Sensei.

     "You got your second tomoe, right?" I try again, turning my focus to Sasuke. He's a closed-off one, just like Kakashi... and his brother.

     The Uchahi's eyes go a bit wide before his full attention is on me. "Um... ya, I guess."

     "You guess? I feel like that's something you would know."

     "I did, ya," he mumbles before turning his attention back to his bowl.

     "Well, that's quite the accomplishment. Your father would be proud."

     I should not have said that. Sasuke's grip on his chopsticks tightens, head snaps back up, glare directed at me, as he pushes himself to his feet. The stool he was standing on clinks to the ground, making Sakura jump. It would be a cute scene if the Uchahi didn't have murder in his eyes.

"And what do you know about my father? Nothing. Just like you know nothing about me, so stop trying to be a mother hen. I don't need you to be one, neither does Naruto or Sakura, so knock it off. And while you're at it stop pretending you know anything about the sharingan too, cause you don't."

     A soft smile sits on my face as I look over Sasuke. He reminds me so much of Kakashi, right down to the similar anger they have. The only difference is I managed to get Kashi to process his anger for the death of his loved ones.

     "Are you done?" I ask gently, ignoring the feeling of Kakashi repeatedly squeezing my hand under the table. That, and the stare he's burning into me.

     "Yes," the Uchiha hisses out, eyes squinting in anger.

     "Well, first, information on anything - sharingan included - is available at the library. Second, your Sensei has a sharingan so I know a good deal about it. Third, there's a difference between me wanting to get to know you and me wanting to mother you. Fourth, I did meet your father quite a few times before his death so I can say for certain that you were one of his pride and joys."

     "Oh," is the only answer I get back, but I don't mind since it seems my speech worked. Sasuke is still a bit on edge but his body language relaxes a bit before he picks his stool back up. I'll count that as a win. What a little spitfire.

The feeling of Kakashi's hold on my hand tightens again, pulling me out of the situation. I turn my attention to him, being met with a soft masked smile. Flowers of love blossom in my chest at the sight. God I love this man, and our little make-shift family. Maybe Sasuke is right, maybe I am accidentally trying to mother my husband's students.

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"Hatake!" A voice rings out, pulling my attention away from Gai. I've spent the day helping him train his students, aka being an example dummy for new taijutsus he wants to show his genins. It's not all bad, he promised me dinner to "ease my bruises".

"Yes?" I call back, glancing at Gai and his students before turning towards the noise.

Gai's mini-me - Lee - is beaming with joy as he races past me. "If it isn't my greatest competitor for Sakura's heart!" He yells, falling back into his defensive pose. I swear this new generation of Shinobis is just packed full of energy.

     Sasuke makes a face at Lee before turning his attention to me. "Sensei wants you," he murmurs before turning in his heels.

I shoot Gai an apologetic smile before heading off after the Uchahi. It's funny watching him trying to stay a step or two ahead of me. Given, that it doesn't last long, him falling back to a normal pace.

Most of the walk is uneventful, nothing more than silence and eye daggers being thrown at me. "I don't like you," Sasuke finally says once we get to the outer fields of the village.

"Well, I don't like you either," I shoot back, trying to keep the smile off my mouth.

Once again Sasuke makes a face, this time in surprise instead of disgust like earlier. "You can't say that to me."

"And yet, I did," I answer, letting the smirk settle on my face.

"You have an attitude problem."

"I'm copying you, so maybe you have an attitude problem."

Another face, this time leaving him as the spitting image of his mother. It's always surprised me how much Sasuke looks like his mom. Will Kashi and my child look that much like me? Or take after their father? I hope they at least get their father's Shinobi skills. Though, children can't be something I think of right now. Kakashi has his hands full as is.

     Once again silence falls between the genin and I, but this time it's a comfortable silence instead of the anger brewing one from before. As we walk, Sasuke occasionally bumps into me, his nose scrunching up each time followed by a couple of side steps away from me. Despite his efforts, the little Uchahi keeps hovering back to my side and continues to bump into me. It's good to know under all the brewing, Sasuke is still a child.

     "Look!" Naruto's voice echoes across the empty field, his blob coming into view again. "Lady Hatake!" He screams, dragging out my Clan name as he races across the field, Sakura in tow but she's screaming for Sasuke instead of me.

     "Naruto!" I call back, bracing myself for impact. Despite my preparation, I still end up taking a step or two back when Naruto's body collides with mine. His limbs stab into me in a few different places, bones colliding against my own along with my stitches. I suck in the hiss of pain trying to slide out as I hold on to the small boy.

     "Naruto," Sasuke hisses out, dagger eyes back on his face. "Be careful. Hatake is still hurt, dumbie." An eye roll is paired with the end of his sentence, along with a disappointed tongue click.

     "Oh, right. Sorry Lady Hatake."

     "It's all right," I hum, straightening the boy before letting him go. "What are you guys working on?"

     "Chakra control! Which I'm doing awesome at, by the way," Sakura answers, a proud smile across her face. I can't help but smile too at how proud she is of herself. My husband does have some good genins.

     "Hello," Kakashi's voice rings out, pulling my attention away from his students, but not for long.

     "Nah-uh! You get her all to yourself all the time Sensei, wait your turn!" Naruto barks, a sorry attempt at a glare on his face. "Guess what Lady Hatake!"

     "What?" I ask, glancing down at the chakra ball before looking back at my husband. He's beaming - well beaming as much as he lets himself outside of the safety of our house.

     "I tried a new ramen last night!"

     "Oh ya?" My empty question is followed by a twenty-minute conversation about some spicy ramen Naruto tried. It's also filled with Sakura reminding him that he's stupid and Sasuke's disapproval being openly shared.

     "Okay, that's enough about your dinner, Naruto," Kashi pipes up, cutting Naruto off. "You can have her back in a minute. Go... see who can hang upside longest." He mumbles, shrugging towards the tree a couple of feet away.

     "It's totally going to be me," Naruto cheers, running off towards the tree.

     "No way I'm going to let you beat me!" Sasuke yells, dashing after his squad mate, Sakura hot on his heels.

     The thought of children crawls back into my head. I already adore Kash's students, I can only imagine how much I'd adore our children.

     "Hey, Kash-"

     "Love-"

     Silence follows our accidental overlap, before being chased away by both of us chuckling. "What were you going to say?" I ask, soaking in my husband's appearance. No matter how many times or how long I look at him, Kakashi is always the most handsome man in the world.

"I think we should go to dinner tonight," he answers, glancing at his students. As ordered, all three are hanging upside down like bats. Though, Sakura looks tired so the competition will probably end up being between the boys.

"Why's that?" I ask my attention also on the genins. My chest bubbles with joy as I watch the boys try to tug each other off the branches.

"I want to talk about having a baby."

"What?" The word is torn from my lungs as my head flips back to Kakashi.

He's stood there, arms crossed and a faint smile under his mask. "I want to have a baby." He repeats, my head spinning a bit. Maybe he's more prepared for a child than I thought.

"Kash-" I start again, but end up getting cut off for the second time today.

"Naruto is cheating!" Sakura yells, waving her hands around to try and get Kakashi's attention.

     "I'll see you tonight. Naruto! Knock it off!" My eyes trail after him as I watch his path toward his students. The idea of motherhood seemed so lovely a second ago, but now? It's terrifying.

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[nuvi-mp3]

Good morning😏

This is my first time at writing something like this like EVER so if something sounds weird that’s why lmao 🧍‍♀️

1.4k words 🤯

So!!!

Warnings 18+

this is straight up porn so read at your own risk

NAKED BODIES NAKED BODIES

edging/orgasm denial, squirting, creampie, some pain ;)

Waking up next to Kakashi Hatake every morning was one of your guilty pleasures. Simply just staring at him made your body all tingly with need. Being able to sit and admire his features feels just too damn good to be true but you will drink up these moments to your heart’s content regardless of it being true or not. The man in question is simply laying there in nothing but his sweatpants, right arm resting behind his head and the left leisurely resting on his stomach while he sleeps completely unaware of your lurking gaze.

Or so you thought.

Kakashi’s left eye suddenly opened and immediately caught your lingering gaze. “It’s rude to stare, sweetheart” Pink stained your cheeks. “How can I not when someone so gorgeous is lying next to me” you managed to murmur out in your love drunken state.

In a flash he was straddling you and had both of your arms pinned above you with his left while the right slightly pinched your cheeks together. “Gorgeous, huh?” The man above you looked at you with a dark gaze. A gaze so dark and full of desire that it made you clench your thighs together in need. Of course he didn’t miss your reaction and sent a smirk your way which shot another spark of need straight to your core. Christ, he has you in a chokehold and he knows how to take advantage of it.

He leaned down and pecked your lips “You sure love sweet talking me” You giggled, “I know you love it ‘Kashi.” his grip on your wrists tightened and he sighed “Mmm I really do” Whether it was because he had just woken up or because of the sudden sexual tension in the air, his voice sounded deeper and even a little needy. You knew you weren’t getting out of this one without getting your insides wrecked. Not like you wanted to escape your impending doom anyways.

He clicked his tongue and rubbed his thigh up against your cunt “You’re such a tease Y/n” He licked along the line of your jaw and moved down to give you a love bite on your neck. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” All you could do was moan at his ministrations as he had his way with you. He lifted up your shirt and began kissing your stomach which sent shivers down your spine and further added to your brewing heat. Kissing his way down your abdomen and then back up he released his grip on your body and removed your shirt and as soon as you unclasped your bra he latched back onto you.

He began sucking on one of your breasts and showed the other some attention with his right hand. “F-Fuck ‘Kashi!” Your hands latched into his silver locs and tugged each time you felt him nip and pinch you a little too hard but in turn he would bite at you even harder which created this cycle of painful pleasure until you were crying out for him to stop. He looked up at your red face and chuckled “You asked for this now don’t start acting like a brat.”

“Damn it-just be gentle will you?” you gritted out. “And if go easy on you you’ll soon start begging for more..Which is it sweetheart?” Now he was being a tease. You flung your head back into the pillow and groaned. Kakashi chuckled at your frustration and switched his mouth over to your other breast and sucked on it although this time he moved his left hand down to your heat and started rubbing you through your panties. You gasped out small moans as he started to pay attention to your more needy parts. For some reason your senses were a little more heightened than usual this morning and you could tell you were going to cum hard. “Fuck Kakashi don’t stop!” You breathed.

Kakashi continued rubbing you in all the right spots until your legs got all shaky and attempted to close around his hand. You could feel your stomach tightening up and you closed your eyes tight as you felt your release coming fast and hard. Your heart was racing and your breathing was fast as you began bucking up into his hand. You could tell you were about to snap and white hot heat was about to explode inside of you until you suddenly felt that feeling get ripped away out of nowhere.

Kakashi pulled his hands off of you and ruined your impending orgasm. You groaned and tears of frustration filled the corners of your eyes as you felt your orgasm wash away before you could reach your peak. “W-Why-“ Kakashi was grinning above you and started rubbing your sex again. He could feel your wetness soaking through the thin material of your panties as your cute little noises started back up. “Shh baby it’s okay..” He continued edging you for a little while until you had tears streaming down your cheeks from the blissful agony he was forcing you to experience. Kakashi had been watching all of your expressions and taking in the sounds you made as he tortured you. “Fuck, look at you. So gorgeous” Part of him was definitely taunting you for your earlier comment but you could only reply with slight whimpers and moans, your brain turned into mush.

By now Kakashi’s bulge was straining painfully in his pants but he had endured it because he wanted to play with you first. He pulled your panties completely off and just stared at your bare body trembling and covered in love bites and all worked up and leaking because of him and only him. Something about seeing you ruined and knowing that he was the cause of it broke Kakashi’s resolve and he quickly shed himself of any clothing he was wearing and shoved his cock inside you with no warning. He knew you loved it and the surprise intrusion and blunt force of his cock caused you to cum so hard you soaked his abdomen with your juices. Kakashi could feel you clench around him causing him to groan in approval and immediately started thrusting in and out of you. You were already so wet without him penetrating you first and the lewd squelching sounds coming from your pussy made him go absolutely feral. The drag of his cock along your walls felt delicious as he began to overstimulate you when he found a steady pace. All you could babble out were “Yes!”’s and “Oh fuck ‘Kashi!”’s Which in turn egged him on to keep fucking you hard. He leaned down and started kissing you deeply, tongues twirling, teeth clashing, and drool running down your chin. Truly an erotic sight. Kakashi grabbed the back of your neck with both hands to keep you in place and changed the angle at which he was pounding your little hole from. He knew he hit right on the money because you started to moan a little louder and your legs widened just the slightest bit and it felt like he could slide into you a little deeper and hit your cute little spongy spot inside your pussy. Loud slapping and squelching noises paired with you and your lover's breathy moans sounded like it came straight out of a porno. Your hands that had latched onto the man’s back long ago began to drag downwards, thoroughly clawing his back as you began to feel your high approaching for the second time. Kakashi hissed partly from the scratching and also because you started clenching around his cock again. You both were feeling such immense pleasure that you both couldn’t help but moan and pant into each other's mouths. Kakashi knew you and him were both so very, very close to your climaxes. “Fuck!-Y/n, I love you so much-Hah!” Kakashi’s balls tightened up as he shot a heavy load into your ruined pussy, marking you as his once again. Kakashi’s moans sounded like absolute heaven as he cried out into your mouth while he came. His beautiful voice and him shooting his fat load into you was what finally pushed you over the edge and why you squirted on his dick for the second time that morning. Kakashi panted on top of you as the both of you laid there covered in sweat and your paired body fluids. You looked down at your lover, dazed and blissful from your orgasm and gazed into his midnight irises as if you could see his soul and breathlessly said “I love you too ‘Kashi” The both of you can conclude that was the best morning sex the either of you have ever had.

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[cosmic-glow]

Can i ask a story with Kakashi Hatake accidentally talking to the reader who likes her but doesn't know how talk with her? like drunk confession

Notes: YES! I don't know why I like writing about drunk characters so much... maybe that's a little worrying... But this turned out so cute and honeyed, I really hope you like it, good reading!

"A Good Reason to be Drunk" - Oneshot.

Warnings: Kakashi x fem!reader; mentions of alcohol and drunkenness (obviously); small plot at the end; SFW; Kakashi in love💕

There was no shortage of warnings about how difficult the journey of becoming a jonin is, and indeed it is, but you were aware of this when you decided to become one. What you weren't aware of was that the person who would train you until you had experience was a big slacker who would leave all the work to you.

You heard a lot about Kakashi, the ninja who copies, while you was studying and training to become a jonin. But what you were never told was that he was late for every appointment, procrastinated on mission paperwork, slept whenever he could and left all the hard work to his teammate. You couldn't deny that he was indeed very skilled during fights, but his behavior didn't make up for it.

And here you were, sitting on a sofa in a bar, drinking sake with your already drunk colleague beside you, leaning on your shoulder and smiling idly. Kakashi irritated you very easily and sometimes you didn't even know why.

But at the same time, he had already saved you so many times during fights, intervening when you believed that all was lost, he taught you so many things that weren't in the books, he compensated you for the hokage's scoldings, taking the blame for any mistake in the mission ... In the end you were a good pair, it was just his lazy side that got on your nerves sometimes. Actually, come to think of it, it was even an honor to train with a ninja like him, you just didn't want to admit it.

After all, in addition to the reputation of being a very skilled ninja, he also had the reputation of being a "stealer of hearts", there weren't a few women who said they were in love with him, maybe you were just wanting to focus on some of his defects so as not to let yourself be carried away by the charm too. But it was hard when he was so close to you, laughing with cheeks flushed from alcohol, looking at you with those eyes as black as night. The strain on your nerves at the thought that maybe if you looked too hard he would use his sharingan on you, having you under control to do whatever he wanted.

- I have a headache these days... Can you help me?

- How can I help you? - you asked as a question and not an offer of help.

- There's this girl that I like... But I think she hates me - he sank deeper beside you, sad - How can I make her like me?

You hesitated, not knowing how to proceed, were you imagining or was Kakashi asking you for love advice? He must have been very drunk.

- I don't know, ask her out - you tried to get away from him a little, the heat of the drink starting to take effect.

- I already did that - he settled down on the sofa, stopping leaning on you, resting his head on his hand, his elbow on his knee, the white hair falling over his face, he looked at you between the strands - I don't think it worked.

- So I don't know, ask her directly if you did something, maybe she'll tell you - you got impatient.

- No, y/n is too stubborn to admit anything! - he frowned, irritated by the suggestion and shaking his head to dismiss the idea.

You stopped whatever you were doing, now just staring at him with wide eyes in shock. No, you're drunk too, not as drunk as he is, but the drinking must be making you hear things, make things up, there was no way Kakashi was in love with you.

- Who? - your voice threatened to break, still surprised by the revelation.

- What? - he asked looking for a glass that was still full.

- The girl you're in love with, who is it? - he turned his head to you.

- I can't tell - he said, with the most serious look a drunken man can muster.

And just now, unfortunately, what was left of sobriety in him decided to show up, you would have to manipulate him into giving you the answer without realizing it.

- But how can I help you like this? Tell me at least a little about her.

Kakashi took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa, he had found a glass that was half full, he was staring at the ceiling but seemed to see through it, far beyond what you could see.

- She is beautiful, very beautiful... She makes me laugh with her stressed way, she always gets angry so easily - he laughs - She likes to look at the stars and listen to music... Her laugh is contagious... And I see myself more and more in love with her... - he was silent for a long time, you even thought he had finished talking -... I need to tell her, I can't even sleep wellI, lose the time and I'm late every day, and she always fights with me because of that - he laughs softly.

Kakashi was so peaceful as he described you, he had a passionate look on his face, fascinated by his beloved, as if just remembering her brought him peace. But at the same time, you could feel his heart sink when he spoke because he thought his beloved despised him, because he was afraid of rejection, because he loved too much.

- I don't want her to hate me... I love her so much - tears started to well up in his eyes - I just wanted her to know that, but I can't even tell her - the tears fell amid sobs, his eyes got low.

You felt helpless not knowing exactly what you should do or say, so you decided to focus first on his problem with being drunk - as if you weren't. Assuming the role of responsible for the situation you got up, took the cup from his hand while he was crying, tried to wipe his tears and got him up saying "it's going to be okay, Kakashi" because it was the best your head could think of and took him outside from the bar after paying for the round.

Now you had a drunk and crying Kakashi on your shoulder being carried all the way home. It was better not to complain, as you could only end up making the situation worse, besides, you thought that part of it was kind of your fault, like, it was you who decided to be rude on purpose to the guy who was in love with you (even though before you didn't know that). Before you could think about it, you entered Kakashi's apartment and put him to bed, which didn't take much effort since he was practically asleep on his feet.

- I love you, y/n - he whispered with his eyes closed, you don't know if it's for you or some vision of his dream.

- And I don't really hate you Kakashi, it's just easier than admitting that I like you too - you spoke low so as not to wake him up, arranging the blanket, not bothering to say it since he wouldn't remember.

Kakashi opened his eyes slowly, a smile forming on his face, looking directly at you with a twinkle in his eyes like a shooting star in the night.

- I knew there was an explanation for all this anger - he said, his voice without any hint of drunkenness anymore - And I also knew that you would never admit it.

It took you a moment to process his speech, Hatake could see the gears turning inside your head as you was transfixed staring at him. When your gaze lit up, understanding what he had done, he started to chuckle at your expression.

- Were you pretending this whole time?!! - you took a step back, crossing your arms, indignation written on your face.

- Yes and no - he sat on the bed, still with the smile on his face - I did pretend to be drunk to get to know if you felt something for me, something besides anger, of course. But I didn't lie when I said I was in love with you, when I said that I stay up all night thinking about how to confess to you.

A silence hovered between you, he had already finished and now he was waiting for your answer, you on the other hand didn't know where to start, all you wanted to say getting stuck in your throat, needing a moment to organize everything.

- You took advantage of my kindness - you don't know why your mind chose to start with that one.

- For a good cause.

- Tricked me.

- Because you're stubborn and would never give me an answer, just like you're not giving now.

- And what answer are you waiting for?!

- That you tell me if you accept to be my girlfriend or not! - he said as if it were obvious.

The silence from before returned, you staring at each other again, your cheeks more flushed this time and his also slightly flushed. Even though he tried to keep a calm, carefree look on his face, Kakashi was internally begging for your answer to be yes, so that he could show the love he's had for you for so long, so that he could touch you the way he wanted, so that he could kiss you. You wanted to let Kakashi love you, you wanted to tell him that you loved him too, and you couldn't understand why you felt that this was a sign of frankness. But with a deep sigh, trying to silence this insistent thought, you looked at him and smiled.

- Of course I do, you idiot!

His smile widened, his cheeks now as flushed as your own with pure happiness.

- I guess I'm the luckiest man in this village now.

He gets up to hug you and can finally kiss his beloved, wrapping his arms around you. Kakashi wouldn't allow there to be a single day when you didn't feel loved after that.

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[breeofbree]

The Beast Within

Gaara x f!reader

Summary: with the inability to control the sand demon Shukaku, it’s up to Y/N to bring Gaara and the demon back to peace

Warnings: injury, self harm, angst, swearing, topics may be sensitive

With the pressure of my lids bearing down against my eyes in an attempt to shut out the scene in front of me, hoping, praying that it was a horrible dream… the guttural screams of Gaara still pierce my ears and drop to a sickly feeling in my stomach. My hands clench over my ears as the screams die off to a dull ringing noise. I find myself shouting, but I can’t even hear myself anymore, forcing my eyes to witness Gaara worn out and barely conscious as Shukaku begins to take his final form. I’ve never seen the horrid beast first hand, I’ve never wanted to either to be honest. An ambush against the sand that had resulted in a particularly strong rogue summoning the sand demon had blind sided us all. Just as Shukakus tail slams down ahead a strong set of arms wrap around me and pulls me back under the shelter of a building. When I turn I see Temari shouting at me, but I only hear snips of her words over the ringing,” Go…. Run… Shelter… Gaara… Help…Possum…”

I shake my head violently, shaking away the ringing as the rumbling ground takes over the sound in my ear, watching as Temari turns back to me,” Y/N, I said you need to go and find shelter. We need to find a way to get Gaara help before he goes Possum.”

She blocks my view of the scene in front of me as Kankuro swings down from the balcony above us and jabs a finger upwards towards the chaos,” not gonna to happen. We’re too late. We have to find a way to wake him up… quickly.”

Shukaku’s horrendous cackle sends a shiver down my spine as we watch him trample almost dead center through the village.

“We have to reroute civilians, this is going to get very messy if we don’t get them to safety.” Temari huffs out, quickly grunting in frustration,” Kankuro, take the left side, I’ll get the right. Y/N, find Baki… anyone that can help. Send word to the leaf if we have to.”

“Temari, we don’t have time to request help from a village that’s days away. We need to focus on waking Gaara up.” Kankuro lashes out, starting towards Shukaku.

“Civilians first, Kankuro.” Temari seems almost hurt putting the village before her own brother. It was understandable, the last thing any of us want is to lose Gaara.

“I’ll work on waking him up.” I pipe up, dusting the sand from my vest and standing wobbly from hearing loss vertigo. Temari stutters in her steps, shaking her head in worry… maybe even disbelief,” Y/N, it’s too dangerous. You can get hurt or even killed. Going up there is a death wish.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re willing to sacrifice our lives for someone we love.” I muster out, internally panicking at the risk and my legs quickly becoming like rubber at the thought. But it was a risk worth taking if it was for Gaara. To him, I may just be an advisor or a paper pusher, or a Jonin of the sand village that was his neighbor. But Gaara… he was everything. The man who has rebuilt the village in morale and trust. The awkward neighbor who would drop off a cactus that reminded him of me, or even bring extra food Temari made for the night when I’d come back from missions. Even the person who just happened to be outside late at night when going for a stroll to clear my head. He saved me from my own demons. He owed me nothing, yet I feel like I owe him my life.

I take off towards Shukakus tail, seeing it was the best vantage point to get to his head where Gaara lay comatose. My vest is ripped backwards from Kankuro behind me,” are you sure you’re prepared to physically hurt Gaara to save him, or do I have to do it myself?”

“I can do this, Kankuro. Now get off me!” I shout out, tearing his hand from my vest and continuing on. I make it to the base of Shukakus tail, focusing chakra to my feet to climb the erratically moving tail, whipping back and forth in to lower buildings and leaving a path of rubble. A shock of pain spreads through my back as I’m slammed against a porch while gripping tightly at the sand like texture of Shukakus armor.

“What is crawling on me? Do I have pests?!” Shukaku bellows out, slamming his tail down in quick strides and almost knocking me off. I can’t help but shriek as his tail crashes down one last time, sending debris crashing down on top of me. I can only cough air in to my lungs and continue on as the beast becomes severely agitated, leaving no room for thinking as he falls forward in to more houses. When he stands, it seems he’s distracted elsewhere to notice me,” who would’ve thought puppets would be such an inconvenience! I finally have time to shine and you try to take me down with a puppet? You’re ridiculous!” Shukaku lets off a horrifying shriek of pain as I see the glimmer of blue threads weaving crow back and forth as a distraction to lure him away from the village. I can only manage to hold on to the demons lower back as he waddles in to the arid desert sand. I watch as he slams crow to the ground and find Kankuro shaking his head. He mouths a few words to me, but it’s a horrible day to not be able to read lips. I find my foot throbbing and dare to look down at the blossoming purple streaks that peek out from above my sandal. But I still push forward, finally making it to the back of Shukaku’s head.

“You’re a persistant little thing aren’t you? Nobody is home up there, it’s just me twerp.” Shukaku laughs out, tilting his head back.

My good foot slips, sending me sliding backwards a few feet before I can find my grip. My legs dangle above the rough sand below as my one hand holds against whatever it can grab. Wincing out, I thrust my other hand to reach for the serenity of some solid mass beneath it. The first try I slip off, yelping as both hands almost lose traction. The second try is a complete miss, but I finally manage to strike gold on the third. My abdomen burns as I pull my full body weight upwards, finally getting a view of Gaara, dangling loosely almost dead center of Shukakus face. I swing my bad leg over and manage to find my feet steady to walk over to Gaara.

“Gaara, anything I’m about to do to get you to wake up, I’m apologizing for now. This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you… maybe.” I ramble out nervously, watching as Shukaku’s eye focuses on me.

“You’re little for how annoying you are. He’s asleep. Leave him be so I can have my fun already!” Shukaku whines out, similar to the toddlers that play in front of my balcony every evening.

“Listen buddy, you’re making my job a lot harder than it needs to be. You’ve had your fun destroying half our village.” I yell out to his eye, not quite sure where to even look.

“A feisty one. What’s your name pest?” He grumbles out, shaking beneath me as he tries to prevent another fit of laughter.

“Y-Y/N.” I stutter out, confused. His laughter can no longer be contained as he whips his head backwards again, sending me crashing towards Gaara,” Y/N is it? I’m going to have fun killing ya!”

I cling tightly to Gaara’s morbidly lifeless form tilting my head up to confess upon unhearing ears,” Gaara, I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I got myself in to… but I’m going to wake you up if it’s the last thing I do.”

“He can’t hear you! You’re so pathetic it’s almost cute!” Shukaku yells out, twisting his head around to try and shake me loose. He stabilizes quickly as a rush of wind flashes against us. I turn to the direction it came from, seeing Temari’s fan fully open. Wind slices against us harshly, creating small tears in my clothes and even knicks on my face. In the moment of steadiness, I steel down, gripping Gaara’s shoulders to hold him steady. I can only freeze in the moment, seeing the tired rings around his eyes as his hair dangles loosely over them. It was almost serene that in a moment of chaos, he seemed to finally be at peace. I hesitate, quickly deciding to try and slap him awake. Shukaku only laughs at my attempt,” a measly slap won’t do a thing. I like the dedication though little pest!”

He shakes again, trying to reach an arm towards me that’s quickly deflected by another slice of painful wind. I reel back, gripping against Gaara’s sleeve as I send a fist flying to his forehead. I can only wince as bone meets harder bone, a trickle of blood coming from each of us. He only juts forward from the impact, causing my frustration,” come on! Come on, wake up damnit!”

I send fist after fist to different areas, his shoulder, the side of his face and even a cheap shot to his stomach. Nothing had worked. The uneasiness at the thought of using any jutsu works its way to the front of my mind. It had to be last ditch with the risk of burning Gaara, but I was running out of time. I manage to link my arm around Gaara’s to keep hold as Shukaku begins to rumble once again, conjuring balls of flames around us. Quickly unfurling from his arm, I tumble down and roll towards Shukaku’s eye, smacking the back of my head hard against the lower surface of his face as the balls of fire make impact against Gaara and Shukaku’s other eye.

“Now you’ve gone and done it! You’ve pissed me off!- w-what’s happening?” Shukaku bellows, tumbling back and reaching to cover his eye. Swiping my hand against the back of my head, it comes back bloody and my vision hazes. But I’m snapped back to wavering consciousness as a moan sounds faintly from Gaara.

“Gaara, Gaara wake up! Please!” I whimper out, crawling towards him, keeping one hand steady to weakly attempt at healing the back of my head and avoiding any pressure on my fully purple ankle.

“Y/N? … is that you?” Gaara coughs out, eyes still clamped shut and body flailing.

“Y-yeah. It’s me, I’m not going anywhere until you open your eyes, okay?” I yelp out as Shukaku’s hand manages to clip at my feet.

“Y/N, where are you? Are you hurt?” He breathes out, eyes beginning to flutter open and wander around.

“I-I’m fine. Just look forward and try to find Temari. Don’t focus on me, damnit!” I shriek in pain as Shukaku shakes once again, angered at seeing Gaara regain consciousness. I meet Gaara’s frightened gaze upon seeing me, my breath hitches at the pain constricting his face,” Y/N-“ he tries grasping at my now outstretched arm, disoriented by another assault of wind from Temari. Shukaku bows forward as she finishes the previous injury to his eye. My own eyes grow in horror, stretching out to try and grasp Gaara’s outstretched hand as my body slides forwards. Our fingers brush before I feel any solid ground beneath me disappear.

“Y/N!” Gaara shouts, becoming fully aware at this point as I look up, plummeting the long distance to the ground quickly. As I close my eyes in acceptance, a strong force tackles in to me from the side, laying me down gently as Kankuro’s voice wavers in and out,” I guess you really were prepared, huh?”

That’s the last I remember before waking with a dry throat and aching body. My eyes slowly adjust to the pulsing white lights signaling I was in the hospital.

“Take it easy killer. We don’t need you almost killing yourself again.” Kankuro huffs out from the doorway. I look over to see him posted against the frame, watching inside and out of the room like it was his duty to guard me instead of visiting.

“Kankuro! Gaara, we need to get ba-“ I begin, abruptly cut off by Kankuro’s sigh of annoyance,” you knocked yourself silly for a few days after trying to play hero. It’s over. He’s alive.”

“Alive doesn’t mean he isn’t hurt. Why are you being so bitter?” I spit out, staring back to the ceiling.

“Bitter? We could’ve lost both of you. You should’ve let me do it. Now look at you, it’s pathetic.” Kankuro growls back. I chuckle slightly, feeling the pain wrack against my ribs,” you’re mad because you couldn’t be the hero? I’m sorry but the village would miss me a lot less than they would miss you.”

Kankuro exhales heavily, sitting next to the bed to whisper harshly,“It’s not the village I care about missing you. The village is important, don’t get me wrong. But the thing that separates you and me… even Temari. My family comes before this village. It could burn to the ground for all I care if it means my family, and the ones they love… Live. It’s not about being a hero. It never was.”

“Good news, Gaara is alive. And so are you and Temari. You look to be in perfect health, so stop being so damn angry over something we can’t change. I’m just an advisor, Kankuro. If anything I mean more to the Kazekage than Gaara as a person.” I whisper back to him, wondering at this point why we were even whispering in a room that contained only us. I continue on after turning away,” sometimes love is a one sided story, Kankuro. You wouldn’t know that. If I can’t love them personally, I can at least sacrifice myself for the ones I love. I’d rather die heroically, than be known as someone who was head over heels about someone they meant nothing to. Now get out of here. I’m sick of your attitude.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I-“ Kankuro begins. A tear trickles down my cheek to my pillow and I stifle the silent sob,” Please leave Kankuro.”

“Am I… interrupting anything?” Gaara pipes up sheepishly after brushing clumsily against the open door.

“I was just leaving. She fell back asleep.” Kankuro huffs out. I can hear him stand and a clamp against clothing, I’m guessing patting Gaara on his way out. Thin plastic ruffles against the bedside table as Gaara sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed,” it’s not a cactus, but flowers. I heard you like camellias. That’s what Temari told me anyway. A million of the finest flowers couldn’t express my gratitude for you Y/N. I once thought it was pointless to talk to others while sleeping, but I find this comforting. I left a note in the flowers for you… so you know they were from me. Temari left you flowers too.”

I listen, frozen as Gaara spills out jumbled words. He sounded nervous even. But I didn’t dare move. After Kankuro, I wasn’t in the mood to face anyone with a tear stricken face. But Gaara continues on,” Kankuro can be abrasive, i hope he didn’t force you back to sleep with his harsh words. I seen him cry for the first time since we were children the night of the incident. He was worried for me… worried I was about to lose someone outside of our family that I loved without being able to confess. I feel like I just did, in a way… but you aren’t awake thankfully. Otherwise this would be really awkward.”

He finally trails off, and I can feel his weight shift. I quickly close my eyes as he leans down towards my face before he backs away bashfully,” that would be rude. I could never take advantage of my desires while you lay unconscious. I would want us both to remember the feeling of something as simple as a forehead kiss.”

He sits straight again, deciding to raise my IV riddled hand to kiss that instead,” thank you, Y/N. Truly.”

I Hope he doesn’t look back to my face as it quickly heats from my neck up at the intimate touch. My eyes decide to flicker against the adrenaline of my racing heart regardless, fluttering open to gaze upon his paler than normal face like a deer caught in light in the dead of night. He drops my hand anxiously and stands quickly, brushing his disheveled jacket back to tidiness and coughing,” Y/N- I-“

“Gaara… I would like nothing more to experience something as simple as a forehead kiss with you.” I giggle out weakly. He shuffles forward awkwardly, bending down tightly and internally fighting with himself before finally placing a ghostly soft kiss against the middle of my forehead. My hand catches his jaw before he can move away, causing him to freeze yet again as I sit up,” I nearly died saving you… I think I might deserve a real kiss for that at the least.”

I meant it as a joke, but he slowly leans in, brushing a gentle hand through my hair as my hand travels smoothly against his jawline, settling below his ear to cradle his head. We take it slow, looking in to his wandering orbs and down to his rose tinted cheeks. Finally landing on his slightly puckered lips that wait nervously. I bite my lip and nod as encouragement for us both. His kiss is soft, barely touching until I lean further in. His other hand finds its way around my waist to steady himself. I’m sure he hasn’t taken a breath and force myself to pull away. Gaara stares blankly at me, eyes wide open and cheeks becoming an even more furious shade of red. I see his chest rise and fall before he swoops back in, coming back for an even deeper kiss.

“Y/N, i brought you some flowers, I’m sorry I was rud- I’m gonna go.” Kankuro coughs out awkwardly, dropping yet another bouquet of flowers in the doorway and sprinting down the hall screaming for Temari. Gaara pulls away and sheepishly stands to place the bouquet Kankuro had dropped at my side,” I should go after him. I’ll be here tonight when you’re discharged to make sure you safely return home… I saved what I could.”

The memory of Shukaku’s tail plummeting across the row of houses that included mine pops back in my head. I distract myself and look over to the bedside table. A glass vase sits with vibrant sunflowers and a little paper placard

You survived. ~ Temari

short and sweet, the way we always conversed. I look down at Kankuro’s recklessly picked Iris’s

I trespassed to get these for you. I’m sorry I’m mean sometimes ~ your second favorite

He was possibly my third favorite after this mess, but he still held a place in my heart with his effort. Lastly, my eyes focus in on the largest bouquet. Full of stark white, vibrant pink and deep red camellias. I search for the placard, but find a folded note deep inside the petals in the center. I unfold it slowly and hold my breath.

To the ones we get can’t yet admit our personal feelings towards, we cherish them in flowers and small gestures such as a night time stroll. Your strong will and heart overshadows the most beautiful flowers in these lands. Any flower you pass here on out, is a symbol of my dedication and undying love I hold for you. ~Gaara

My heart skips a beat, and a tear drops down my cheek. I wipe it away as a stupid grin plasters itself across my face. The most troubled man I’ve met, happens to also be the most poetic.

Hours pass, filled with long unblinking moments of staring at the wall and struggling to put on clothes until finally a soft knock announces Gaara,” if you’re ready, I’d like to walk you home.”

I nod with a toothy grin, attempting to stand. The cast around my foot causes me to fall forward as Gaara catches me effortlessly. He lets out a soft chuckle and scoops me up from behind my legs,” I suppose I’ll be the one doing the walking.”

“I can manage.” I wince out as he adjusts me closer to his body,” I can’t miss our nighttime walk. It’s been lonely without you.”

“I’ll go wherever you take me.” I yawn, quickly tiring and looping an arm around his neck to curl in to him. He places one last kiss against the crown of my head and turns to walk out,” I’ll gladly lead you to whatever your heart desires.”

I smile and let the tiredness take over with the calming motions of his steady walk. This man could lead me to insanity, and I’d still cross over any obstacle to follow him.

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[itjazzbicch]

Special Assignment

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Kakashi, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Being Kakashi's advisor now that he is Hokage, the reader does a lot for him as the job is tough; annoyed by one of his breaks where he's reading his favorite books, and her smart remarks end up earning her a special assignment...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), choking, rough sex, orgasm control, pleasurable crying, dumbification

Word Count: 1.5k 

"Thank you for bringing me these documents. Lord Sixth is handling some important business, but I'll ensure he gets them."

Kakashi's lucky I'm not just his advisor but also his best friend, or I'd be dropping these stacks of paper on the ground. He didn't even leave his office! Just sitting back reading his Icha Icha book!

"And thank you, his advisor," Looking up from his book briefly, I rolled my eyes:

"You're welcome."

"That's not the right kind of attitude to have when you have so much work piled up," He toyed, dodging the paper I went to bap his head with.

"This is your work, not mine! Be grateful!" I growled, sitting and organizing the paperwork, "If you're going to kick back and read, at least read a different book or something."

"But I like this one,"

"Hm, wonder why..."

"...."

"...."

Side-eyeing each other, I began to work, clicking my pen and mumbling:

"Guess you have to read about sex when you're not good at it."

I didn't look but could feel his eyes on me for a while. The paperwork didn't take up too much of my time; I sped through it, bringing the stack over to his desk:

"Hate interrupting your reading session, but these need your signature."

"Sure," Finally putting the book down, he signed every single one, scratching his head as he thanked, "I do appreciate you handling that while I took a break, Y/N. Thank you."

"It's not a problem," I sighed, turning and returning the papers, "Think it's time for a break of my own."

"I have one more assignment for you, though," Swinging in his chair to face me, he was smirking under his mask as I groaned and huffed:

"Let me guess? More paperwork you don't want to do?"

Suddenly, he turned into smoke. A shadow clone? I was here with him the whole time! When did he make a shadow clone?!

"On your back or bent over. I'll let you choose." He was behind me, his whisper sending chills down my spine.

"Kakashi-"

"I heard your smart little remark earlier," I figured as much but didn't expect him to take me seriously, swallowing a breath as his voice was filled with dark desires, "So, do you accept your assignment?"

"Oh, Kakashi," I had to laugh off the nerves a little, unable to stop the tiny spark I felt from turning into a wildfire. It was too late to turn back, and I didn't want to; glancing at him in the corner of my eye, "I accept."

The confidence in my eyes disappeared with the shadow clone that I thought was him behind me, blindsided yet again, but this time, it was him who took me by the back of the neck, his kiss so hot that it made me gasp.

"Still haven't made up your mind yet?" Kissing with his tongue, I only focused on how he tasted, forgetting what he was talking about till he picked my leg, making me fall onto his desk, "I'll choose then. Besides, I want to see the look on your face when I make you eat your words."

"I really pissed you off, huh?" I whispered, always mesmerized by his handsome face as he had taken his mask off, falling hard for the side of him I never knew, swiping my panties from under my skirt, "Come and prove me wrong."

"You have an assignment you should be worried about," He warned, hand squeezing and trailing up my thigh as I asked curiously:

"What is the main objective for this assignment of mine anyway?"

Taking two fingers and gliding through my wet heat had me biting at my lip, placing his thumb on my clit while pushing into my soppy cunt, pumping a speed that increased with his words:

"We are in my office, so you can't be loud, and you can't cum till I say you can."

His fingers worked against every spot he could reach, attacking my sweet spots strategically, his thumb still working my clit, up and down, round and round till it was raw and throbbing, making me moan out:

"'Kay, Kakashi!"

"Ah ah ah," His tongue clicked, those dark eyes coming down to mine, "Didn't I just tell you not to be loud?"

"S-Sorry," I whispered, moaning hollowly, eyes squeezing shut in sequence with my thighs. Still, it didn't slow his hand down for even a second; my lip trapped between my teeth again as I began clenching around his fingers, having to hold back my orgasm, creating a complex pulsation.

"You poor thing, struggling already, and I'm only using my fingers," He loved to tease me, his tongue along my ear adding to the pleasure that was already too much, "I bet it's hard to hold back when it feels so good."

"Shit-" I hissed through my teeth, the bubble in my core expanding wide, wiggling against the desk as I tried to keep it from bursting, whispering as I found his gaze with water glistening in mine, "Kakashi-"

"Hmm, you do listen after all," Curling his fingers upward and wiggling, ramming up on my clit hard, he finally said what I wanted to hear, "Cum."

Shutting my mouth with my fist, I was gnawing on my knuckles, the relief like a weight off my shoulders as I came, creaming and slicking his hand, feeling myself dripping against my thighs and down to my ass.

Kakashi wasn't going to take it easy on me, still panting and dying for air as he spread my legs wider, my skirt leaving so he could have the open view of the mess I was just from his hand.

"Good thing you took care of all those papers on my desk," Chuckling and leaning down to me, he moved my fist from my mouth, snatching my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, his free hand between us, releasing his cock, the tip circling my clamping hole, "What a tight, little thing. Practically begging me to fuck you."

"P-Please?"

That put a no-good smile on his face. He won and proved me wrong. My beg was proof of victory, but he still had more he wanted to prove, still toying with me:

"You sure? I thought you said I wasn't good at it."

A small gust of wind tickled my burning skin, his cock nearly tearing me apart, hips smacking into mine to make me take every inch, the strength behind it jolting my whole body, whining out:

"I was wrong!"

"I said, be quiet," Quickly glancing to the door, it was locked, thankfully, but he still wasn't satisfied with me just yet, letting go of my wrists to snatch my throat; I could still breathe, but my moans were trapped, and it sent my head spiraling. I was so full, his cock not showing any mercy, stretching me out just for his cock to slam back deep, the hits against my sweet spot making me clench up harder each time.

The way I wanted to scream but couldn't was killing me. Legs aching and shaking, cock drunk, and eyes stuck on that sexy face, that being the only thing from holding back another looming orgasm while he rocked my body with thrusts.

"Struggling again?" Noticing how focused I was on him, he let go of my throat to let me speak, not expecting me to say:

"Kiss me?"

Giving me a soft smile, his lips met mine rather softly despite his cock showing no mercy, pulling my hips off the edge more to hammer in faster, our kiss soon broken up by my tongue:

"You. So. G-goo, good-ngh!"

My mouth hung open, out of my mind as he had fucked me till I was stupid, a string of drool falling from the corner of my mouth, convulsing as my vision began blacking out, heart pounding in my head, and the dam that held my orgasm not able to hold up for much longer.

"I know," His lips felt so hot against my neck, holding my hips and bottoming out, his whisper a blessing upon me, "Cum."

"Oh fuck-" Every sense I could take in started rushing into me, my back suddenly snapping into an arch, tears searing in my eyes as I instinctively latched around him, mushing my face in his chest to muffle my salacious scream, "Kakashi!"

"Damn," He was panting softly, grunting as we could hear the squelching around his cock, my thighs suddenly soaked, dripping down to the desk and floor, slowly spreading my legs to see the mess his cock was still working in, slowing down each thrust.

"I...." My temple was coated in sweat, so hard to breathe, and I felt so heavy, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I started to cry, "I've never came so hard before."

Rubbing my back softly helped me ease down, his thumb cleaning my cheeks, "Quite obvious you've never been with someone as good as me."

That was a fact, and I surely wasn't going to make fun of his skill in the future after that; I nodded as I hugged him, "Never." 

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[svfttachi]

can you do fluff of itachi where y/n or s/o is pregnant.<3<3

WC ━ 1.2k

TYPE ━ fem!reader, modern au

TW ━ mother's day is celebrated, references to reader as "mommy", pregnancy

✎ this was a super cute, but super short, oneshot that just came to mind. i'm aware it is a mother's day type of oneshot, and it would have been better if i started this one sooner, but it's whatever. i hope everyone had a wonderful mother's day, and to those who struggle with the day, i hope life gets easier for you.

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CLATTERING of pots, pans, and plates originating from the kitchen can be heard all the way across the quaint home and in the master bedroom. Waking up to the empty presence beside you in the bed wasn’t a new concept ever since you had your first child. Your child, a four year old boy, took after his father’s ability to rise earlier in the morning, so the father-son duo would usually be wide awake before you. So much like a normal morning it was, you rose from your slumber and achingly sat up straight. Your arms stretched out into the air, allowing the muscles in your back to relax a little.

With the added weight to your body, it began to put a strain on your lower back muscles, and every morning for the past seven months, you would wake up with a uniquely pleasant ache in your back. Just as you were about to get out of bed, your ears caught the sound of your husband hushing your giggling son from outside of the bedroom. A smile came to your face as you decided to sit and wait for what’s to come.

Just as you expected, the door opened inward, allowing you to face your husband and your four year old son. What you didn’t expect, however, was the large tray of scrumptious breakfast food in their hands. Itachi stood behind your son, Katsurou, taking care of holding up most of the weight of the tray.

“What is all this for?” you asked with a shocked expression on your face. Itachi carefully placed the tray over your covered legs and picked up Katsurou to sit him next to you. Immediately after being placed on your bed, you felt his tiny arms wrap around your body, and his head relaxed on top of your protruding belly. You instantly reciprocated the motion and brought your adorable son closer to you. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” he exclaimed, burying his face deeper into your stomach.

You giggled and looked up at Itachi who walked up to your side. He leaned down to place a kiss on your temple, mumbling the same phrase to you, “Happy Mother’s Day, Y/N.”

“Aw, you guys didn’t have to do all of this,” you said, looking down at the delicious assortment of food on the tray.

Easily, you could tell it took them all morning to make the food look and smell delectable. The tray held various types of food. On the big plate in the center of the tray, a stack of two pancakes sat with a decorated smiley face using strawberries as the eyes and blueberries as the mouth. They went further than that by adding strings of vanilla cream in a way to express your hair, even if it wasn’t the same color. Beside this plate was a small cup of maple syrup and a mug of hot chocolate with large marshmallows since you decided it's best to avoid caffeine during your pregnancy. Off to the side, there was another plate consisting of your favorite flavor of yogurt and two pieces of toast with butter on the side.

All of the thought that went into making this breakfast and the excitement in your son’s eyes was enough to make you grow emotional. You’d say it was the pregnancy hormones that were making you act in such a way, yet you were just grateful to have such a thoughtful and beautiful family beside you.

When your son’s dark orbs spotted the smallest of tears forming your eyes, his face turned from excited to concern in an instant. Katsuro sat up from your embrace and quickly went to wipe away your tears from your eyes. “Why are you sad, Mommy? I thought you liked breakfast like this,” he asked in his innocent, worried tone.

Itachi chuckled along with you at how clueless Katsuro was. You quickly reassured your child with a hand to his soft, raven locks that mimicked his father’s hair. “I’m not sad, Katsuro. I’m just so happy that I have you and your father that I started to cry. You did a wonderful job in making breakfast. I love you, so much, my sweet boy,” you responded.

“I love you, too, Mommy!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around you again.

Itachi rested his hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. Once your eyes landed on his, a smile came to his face as well, adoring the beauty that is his family. “Enjoy your breakfast. I’m going to clean the mess that is the kitchen,” Itachi said in a loving tone, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, ‘Tachi.”

He pressed another gentle kiss to your head before taking his leave from the bedroom. Once the door was closed, you looked down at the food with your hands rubbing one another, trying to decide what to take a bite into first.

You began to feel a sudden poke at your arm, so your head turned to look down at your son who was looking up at you with his exaggerated, rounded orbs. It was his way of asking you for something, and just as you predicted, he spoke up, “Can I have a bite?”

A laugh escaped from your mouth as you nodded, “Of course. How else can I finish all of this food?”

Katsuro threw his hands in the air as a sign of victory before getting comfortable next to you. The two of you enjoyed the silence and ate together.

Halfway through the pancakes, you looked down at Katsuro as he started talking, “I can’t wait to meet my baby brother. Mommy, do you think I’ll be a good older brother?” His big, round eyes peered up at you in curiosity.

“I think… that you’d be a great older brother to your baby brother. Why do you ask?” you questioned. Katsuro sighed and shook his head, “I’m scared that he’s not going to like me or that he’ll take all of Daddy’s time from me. But I want to be best friends with him, Mommy.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Sweetie. You know why I think you’d be a great brother to your baby brother? It’s because you go all the way with surprises like this one. I wasn’t expecting you to do all of this for me, but I still feel amazing to have such a wonderful son like you to make me feel special every single day. I just know that you’ll do the same for your brother, as well,” you explained.

At that point, Katsuro began to cry as well. “I can’t wait to see him,” he mumbled through his tears of happiness. You brought your arms around his small body, keeping him close to you as you whispered, “Me too, Katsuro.”

From outside the room, Itachi stood with his back leaned against the wall beside the cracked open door. His arms were crossed over his chest, and a smile was printed on his thin, pinkish lips. Itachi heard everything that you and Katsuro talked about, and it made him gush at the conversation. He always knew that you’d be a great mother to your shared kids, and it shows in this conversation.

He, too, couldn’t wait to see his baby son come to the world, nor could he wait to see the look on Katsuro’s face when he gets to hold him for the very first time.

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Prompt #21 with Sasuke from Naruto please! 🥰 Surprise me!

Part One → Part Two → Part Three

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: you hate him and he hates you, but when he shows up out of nowhere demanding to speak to you all of those years of pent up hatred come out

Warnings: this is the first smut I wrote in years so that’s a warning in itself, rough doggy, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, angry sasuke, oral (female receiving), missionary for 2.5 seconds, angry reader at sasuke

Prompt: “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

A/N - look I actually tried really hard on this and I lowkey wanna make a pt2 to this so please tell me if y’all would want it! Feel free to request a prompt!

"Isn't he so cute!"

"I'm going to marry him someday."

"Sasuke is so cool!"

Hearing his name you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You couldn't stand his attitude even at your young age. It was always someone trying to one up the other, whether it be you excelling in your chakra control or him beating someone else in seconds in a sparring match. You hated him, you hated his attitude and you hated how every girl would throw herself in front of a kunai for him. You hated Sasuke Uchiha and he hated you.

Your feelings towards him weren't one sided either, he could've left you alone but no, he had to bother you any chance he got. Clearly he developed damage to his brain where he can't learn to develop the skills of empathy and self control.

The teasing wasn't that bad, it was the shitty tricks he'd pull and act like it wasn't him. If you wanna pull a prank on someone at least take ownership instead of being a pussy. Did you just call a 12 year old a pussy? Yes. Yes you did. Sasuke Uchiha at 12 years old was a pussy and you've told him that to his face too.

                                          ~~~

"You're leaving." You say as more of a statement than a question. You look at the brooding kid in front of you, his hand on his backpack strap tightening as he stares angrily at you.

"What does it matter to you?"

"It doesn't but-"

"Then shut up and mind your business." He interjects quickly causing you to stare daggers at him.

"You're a pussy." You push off from the wall you were leaning on and brush past him. "You were weak during exams and you're weak now." You begin to walk away past him when his grips the collar of your shirt and slams you back into the wall you were on. "Hey asshole!-"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He cuts you off, his face only mere inches from you.

"You wanna kiss pretty boy?" You shove him away as hard as you can creating some distance between the two of you. "Just get the fuck out of the village already."

And so he did.

You couldn't feel any happier once Sasuke was out of the village. The pain in your ass wasn't there anymore and you felt like you didn't need to prove yourself as the top of your class anymore even though you have been graduated from the academy for over two years. You were perfectly fine without him, everyone else he supposedly made 'friends' with, if he was even able to make actual friends that is; they were worried, suddenly wanting to go out and retrieve him like he was taken. Once again Sasuke was the top priority to everyone minds.

You couldn't care less about Sasuke Uchiha.

                                      ~~~

He hasn't crossed your mind on your own accord in years. You hadn't seen him in years, you know he's still a topic around the village but you tend to zone everyone out when he gets brought up and at this point in time it's been working. Out of sight, out of mind, he could have gotten himself killed in a random battle and you don't think you'd shed a single tear for him.

You hear a bang at your front door which catches your attention immediately, you go to ignore it thinking it's the neighbor's kid across from your apartment kicking the ball they had against your door until the banging becomes repetitive, the more bangs coming from the other side of the door the louder they became. You swing the door open looking to see who or what was the cause of the annoying noise only to be shoved to the side into the door frame. "What the hell!" You raise your voice grabbing the wrist of who barged in, you get overpowered and pulled back into your apartment and the door gets slammed. You look up at the intruder who shoved his way into your home and see him. "Sasuke?"

Sasuke looks frustrated to say the least. He has the same signature scowl he's always had on his face and the same posture with his arms crossed over his chest while looking around your apartment. There doesn't seem to be a difference in the way he looks at you either, the same hatred behind his eyes as always, even with him being the one rudely shoving his way inside.

"(Y/N)." He said simply with nothing coming after. You waited a few moments if he was just trying to be dramatic with his entrance. He never said anything after that.

"Why are you back in the village?"

"I'm not." You roll your eyes and huff a sigh.

"Why are you here in my apartment then?" You mimic his body and cross your arms over your chest, his head turns to face you and his eyes stare at you intensely. You'd say you were used to this but after so many years you've grown unaccustomed to the look he used to give you because it was nothing like this.

"I'm here to talk, I need to-"

"Why am I supposed to care what you need?" You  insert before he's done speaking. He huffs a breath and soon enough his eyes shoot the daggers you remember.

"I don't expect you to I just need-"

"How about you tell me why you left the village in the first place?" You cut him off mid sentence once again. You don't care about his needs, you don't care about him at all, but you'd like some answers. "Was it like everyone was saying? That you just wanted to grow stronger? So did you find it? Did you get stronger like you wanted?"

"That doesn't matter I don't need to answer that right now, you clearly already know the answer to that." He rolls his eyes and let his arms fall from his chest.

Sasuke was never a man of many words, he was never a man at all he was just a little boy, but with his responses you can't help but bug him about it. Call it being nosy or call it you always zoning everyone out the second you hear his name so you never actually found out the reasoning for him abandoning the village.

"So you're still weak? You're still that little kid who does nothing but bitch and complain about wanting revenge. You may have grown up in these last few years but you're still that sad, pathetic, weakling-" Your shoulders are shoved and pinned to the wall behind you in a moment, you gasp out at the sudden jolt in your back and look up at the angry ravenette.

"Shut up." He growls lowly and if looks could kill, not that he could but you'd probably drop dead if he wished it.

"Make me you prick." You look at him, your stare unwavering as the pressure on your shoulders feels tighter.

There is no sound in your home but everything seems to be buzzing in your ears. Sasuke's face only inches from yours, seemingly just like when he left the village. You feel a sudden wave of nostalgia if you can even call it that as it wasn't a fond memory to think back on. You wait for his response, you look into his eyes and can't decipher what's going on in his head. His grip on your shoulders loosen before he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand now finding a place onto the back of your neck to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes widen in shock as you don't kiss him back. The kiss surprising you but what is even more of a shock is who is kissing you. You feel him pull away and the look he gives you is mixed with annoyance and frustration. "Just kiss me back." He pauses and smirks, "Or are you too much of a pussy." Your eyes darken with anger as he used your insult to him against yourself. He doesn't wait for your answer before he pulls you back to his lips, you instantly kissing back.

The kiss was hard and the only emotion behind it was the hatred you feel towards him. Your lips molded together as you two kissed, his hand found it's way from the back of your neck to tangling itself in your hair while you felt his grip tighten sending a tingling sensation to your scalp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in heating the kiss up in an instant.

You could feel him press against you, his leg sliding between yours and pressing against your clothed core, a small sound comes out but is quickly swallowed down by him. His lips leave yours to slowly kiss down your jaw, it was excruciatingly slow the way he kissed you, from your jaw to your neck to the sweet spot he found almost instantly. You bit back a moan but he made sure to take his time marking up your neck.

The feeling of his thigh was hard to push to the back of your mind, all you could feel was Sasuke and what he was doing to you. You hate him, you hate how he's making you react right now and you hate at how good he is and neither of you have even taken a single piece of clothing off of each other yet. You hate even more the needy words that come out of your mouth next.

"Bedroom." You say almost breathlessly, you could feel the smirk he gives against your neck before quickly going back to your lips. His hands slide to your waist and pull you to him and walk you back not daring to break from the kiss. He pushes open one door and you feel your ass bump into something hard and cold, you pull away from him to see you backed up against your washing machine. "You idiot, this is the wrong room." You roll your eyes and walk past him going into your bedroom.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know that it's not like I've been in your apartment." He scoffs following you and kicking the door shut.

"Oh I bet you must've dreamed-" your words were short lived as he spun you around and kissed you quieting you down.

Kissing Sasuke wasn't like all the books you've read, it wasn't sweet, it wasn't like being with your ex's when you were in love. His kiss was full of passion, it's a kiss of desire and a feeling of pent up frustrations he nor you have been able to let out. Frustrations at each other, at the world, at everything. Sasuke was a damn good kisser too which annoyed you even further.

His lips left yours to tug off your top, the fabric quickly being discarded to a random corner in your room. His eyes ate your figure up, seeing how your breasts layed there perfectly in your bra you were wearing. A low groan left his lips as he went to kiss up your chest, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your skirt and started to tug it down past your thighs pooling around your ankles. You quickly kicked them away and pulled at his shirt. "Off." You demand and he takes no time in removing his shirt before pushing you back to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees."

"Spread." He now is the one demanding. You go to spread your legs before pausing and closing them causing a confused look to cross his face.

"This doesn't change anything between us. I still hate you." His confusion quickly deadpans before shaking his head.

"God shut up." He spreads your legs and pushes your panties to the side before slowly swiping his thumb along your slit and pressing it to your clit causing you to gasp. "You're soaked." It was more of a statement than anything but feeling his thumb start to roll little circles on your clit sent a shockwave up your body. You watched him as he stared at your pussy.

"Are you going to sit and stare or are you going to actually do something pretty boy?" Your words rang in his ears and he slowly looked up at you, the same irritation growing in him like it did all those years ago when you'd call him that name. His thumb left your clit and his index and middle finger slowly pushed it and curled causing you to let out a small moan. He could feel you already clenching around them as he started to pump them in and out of you. "Stop calling me that." His head dipped down between your thighs and licked a long swipe before settling on your clit making you let out another moan.

"I can't help it." You say running your fingers through his hair. "You're a pretty- ahh fuck..." Sasuke sucks on your clit harshly, his fingers curling and uncurling from your gspot making your mind go fuzzy with the pleasure he's giving you. Your fingers tighten in his hair tugging slightly, "Fuck Sasuke." You throw your head back taking in the feeling of his tongue and fingers working on you. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten up and you screw your eyes shut feeling the pleasure hit you. You feel dizzy and can't focus on anything but Sasuke. He tugs your panties down past your hips and tosses them to the side before finally undoing his pants. You fall back against your bed, chest heavy as that was one orgasm that knocked the wind out of you.

You feel the bed dip down before you're turned over to your stomach, a harsh smack heard before you felt his hand come across your ass. "Ass up." He says, his voice low as he picks up your hips positioning them to his liking. You feel him bring the tip of his cock up and down your slit causing you to shiver. You can just feel the smirk on his face before he pushes in giving you no moment to get adjusted. You let out a mix of a moan and groan feeling him stretch you out, you not having any sort of sex in a while is the excuse you'd like to give but you also didn't expect Sasuke to be big in the slightest.

His hands gripped your hips and brought you back with each thrust, you arched your back and dropped your head letting out small moans as he hit a spot in you that you haven't felt before. "You ever felt this good before with anybody else?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. "You're so fucking tight, don't tell me, you weren't saving yourself for anyone were you?" He chuckles as he thinks what he's saying is funny, you throw your hand back ready to smack him but he quickly catches it and pins your arm behind your back pushing you further into the mattress as he slams into you at a slower pace. "Of course you weren't, you take my cock too well."

You could feel every inch of him with every hard thrust he gives you, feeling him deep in your stomach as you grip the bedsheets tighter and tighter.  "Please go faster." You whine out without meaning to. Sasuke pulls out and flips you to your back before slowly pushing back in making you moan. He leaned forward his thrusts picking up pace and making you look at him.

The close proximity of him making you nervous all of a sudden, missionary was for eye contact, kissing, all of that intimate shit. Doggy style is much more your style with Sasuke. You don't have to look at him. The smirk on his face makes you question him before he speaks. "Who knew you were such a needy sub." Your eyebrows furrow as you go to speak but the words died on your tongue when Sasuke brings his fingers to your clit again bringing you close to your second orgasm. "You're just taking my dick like a good girl, aren't you?" You shake your head refusing to listen to him. His fingers move faster on your clit giving you the perfect amount of pressure to send you back over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut and head pressed back in your mattress as you orgasmed for the second time in the night. You can feel Sasuke's hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm, his pace quickening even more before you felt him stop and let out a low groan as he came inside you.

Your eyes shoot open as you smack his arm, "You did not! Not inside you idiot!" You shove him off of you as you quickly go to your bathroom that's connected to your room.

Sasuke chuckles to himself before letting out a small "oops." He sits himself up on your bed and gets himself dressed. He can hear you grumbling in the bathroom and the shower starting to run as he gets finished. He stands up and makes his way around your room walking to the door before his eyes laid upon picture frames on your dresser. He can faintly see pictures of your closest friends, some recent and some old but what catches his eyes the most was a picture taken when you were in the academy. It was when the top of the class got a picture taken and both you and Sasuke tied for number one. Both of you were upset that you had to take a picture together and it was evident on your faces. Your arms were crossed while glaring at the camera man and whoever had to have forced the picture and Sasuke was looking over to the side, his hand on his hip and looking as annoyed as ever.

Out of all the photos you put in a frame you put that one even as you hated him.

Hate. It's a funny emotion. Isn't it?

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Yayy ☺️🥺 I'd like to make 2 requests, I'd it's oki!

- Naruto x male reader, in which Naruto is attached to reader, but he refuses to admit it until reader needs to leave for a mission, and he's all clingy when reader comes back

- Sasuke x male reader (modern au) in which punk Sasuke has a boyf (reader) and Sasuke likes testing makeups on him?

Thanksss

CLOSED FEELINGS

→ Naruto Uzumaki x m reader

a/n: I love these requests, thank you for the idea! I will update on Sasuke as soon as I can ☕

Fluff, angst if you squint, stress eating

Naruto and [Y/n] were known as best friends, practically soulmates in their village. In their carefree days as kids, they were inseparable. Pulling pranks, eating ramen, and going on adventures, Naruto appreciated [Y/n]'s loyalty regardless of having a lonely life, especially with the Nine-Tailed Fox sealed inside of him. They were fond of each other, even if Naruto would deny it. As they grew older, their bond was stronger.

Though still close as friends, Naruto couldn't shake the fear of losing him now that they were ninjas. Despite his denial of feelings, there was fondness as he kept a watchful gaze on [Y/n].

Chuckling at the fond memories, he sat up and decided to leave his bed. He couldn't sleep. Putting on his slippers, he went out of his room to the path of [Y/n]'s house was like muscle memory. Standing before the familiar door with plants on the side, he knocked loudly to make sure the other boy heard. A sleepy [h/c] opened the door, his gaze hazy with tiredness as he observed the bright blonde in front of him, Naruto ignored the flutter in his stomach.

"Hey, can I come in?"

[Y/n], making sure Naruto was actually here and not just a figment of his imagination, blinked a few times then letting him in, grumbling.

"Can't sleep again?" [Y/n] asked. Seeing Naruto's nod, he didn't say anything else, a silent acknowledgement of his struggle. This wasn't the first time Naruto came knocking at his door due to insomnia, and each time he was met with the same reassurance that he was "fine." Leading him to his room, [Y/n] held back from scolding the ninja for not going to the doctor. Plopping himself on his stomach, the other boy watched him instantly drifting off back to sleep. The sight alone was enough to make him feel relaxed.

Laying beside him, pulling him into a warm hug from behind. As he moved closer, his blue eyes closed shut, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he finally found the rest that he needed.

Thankfully, [Y/n] didn't question it the next day, used to the closeness. Cuddling and other affections were just a part of the daily life, such as taking a break or training. However, the day took a turn for the worse when he was suddenly ordered to go on a mission, alone. He could only imagine Naruto's reactions–anger, sadness, fear. He knew him well enough to predict his actions, the hardest part would be leaving.

Sitting in a booth, [Y/n] breathed in the familiar scent of smoke and delicious food lingering in the air. He waited patiently until a steaming bowl of ramen was placed in front of him, offering thanks to the old man who had been serving up for years. Breaking the chopsticks, he dug into his meal, finding comfort in the simple act of eating rather than facing what was bothering him.

By the time he almost finished his noodles, he was interrupted by the appearance of a blonde with cute marks on his face. Noticing Naruto's furrowed brows and pressed lips, [Y/n] watched as he slid into the seat opposite of him.

"What happened?" Naruto asked, his expression firm. Oh...he was serious? He tried to hide his nervousness with a small smile. "What do you mean?" Naruto stayed silent with a look on his face, knowing it was an obvious lie, able to read his best friend like a book. "I can tell something is bothering you," he finally said, his observation was right. He snorted at Naruto's comment, using the noodles as a distraction. Sometimes, [Y/n] couldn't help but feel frustrated by how well Naruto knew him. After all, they had been friends for a very long time.

"Looks like we both have some problems," [Y/n] mutters to lighten the mood. But seeing him shake his head, it didn't make either one of them happier.

"[Y/n], I'm serious. What's going on?" Leaving the other boy no choice but to open up. Pushing the bowl towards Naruto in case he wanted anymore noodles that was left, he took a deep breath to steady himself. With his gaze down on his lap, he began to explain. "I'm going on a mission, but you can't come with me. I have to do this alone. I don't know when I'm coming back..." The weight of the words hung heavily in the air, a slow realization sinking in.

"No."

[Y/n] paused at his friend's calm tone, unsure what to say. "No? What do you mean no? Naruto, I have to—" he begins, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words until he got interrupted.

"If you're going, then count me in," [Y/n] leaning forward with a frown, fully aware that it had come to this, he whispered to avoid drawing attention. "Naruto, please, think about the village. I'm a ninja too, I understand the risks." Hearing the gentleness in his voice, Naruto bit his lip, torn between his feelings for the other male. He didn't want to see him go on a stupid mission, especially not someone he loved.

"How will I know you're okay? How will I know that you will come back safe?" With those questions, [Y/n] didn't want to lie to him or keep a big promise such as this one. "You know I can't make any guarantees..." Naruto smacked his lips, scratching his hair, burying the thought of him leaving was coming true. At least it wasn't for good or so he hoped.

After a minute or two of silence, he reached over and gently took his hand, offering comfort. "I won't leave, I'll just be gone for a bit, I promise when I come back, we'll eat a whole bunch of ramen."

At his reassurance, a smile graced his face. Naruto leaned in, their faces mere inches apart, causing [Y/n] to hold his breath at the sudden closeness to try and not panic nor do anything rash as to kiss him. Holding back, there was a better way to admit his feelings and it wasn't here. Not yet, [Y/n] kept saying to himself in his head, not yet, he has to wait. He glance down at his lips for a split second then avoided eye contact to not get too distracted.

"You better come back or I'll go find you myself."

[Y/n] intended to keep the promise. But for now, he had to leave in a few days. Sadly, it passed by quickly and he was already gone. Naruto surely missed him. On the other hand, he was also determined to get stronger. That's what he planned to do: train, eat, go on missions, hang out with his friends, and most of all, write letters to [Y/n]. What was worse, he continued to struggle with sleeping, no better way than to sneak into his best friend's apartment with the spare keys in order to sleep more comfortably.

Months slipped by for the ninja, a feeling turning into a year. Thankfully, a letter arrived from [Y/n], telling about the success of the mission while his return to the village—that day was today. Naruto paced back and forth in front of a restaurant, anxiety coursing through him as he awaited for a certain [h/c]. Thoughts of countless scenarios flooded his mind. He stopped at the sound of footsteps.

There he stood, the most breathtaking sight Naruto ever seen. [Y/n]'s hair styled differently, his skin smoother, maybe loosen a few pounds, though details like that barely matters to the blonde. What captivated him the most was the scar running across his lower lip. He grinned and waved at Naruto, radiating joy while his lips moved, the other boy was in a daze, gazing lovingly at his crush. Before the other could react, his friend pounced on him, and the two tumbled to the ground in a tangled hug.

"Hey! Hmh-"

Widening eyes, he could feel the male on top of him press a firm kiss. Blinking away his shock, [Y/n] slowly returned it. The kiss they shared together was gentle, it felt right...It was meant to be. As the two separated, Naruto gave a few more pecks to the boy below him who let out a laugh, being careless of who saw as it didn't matter anymore if two boys kissing was "wrong." It was perfect.

"Nice to see you too, Naruto."

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High Demand

Pairing: Obito x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut, dry humping, sub/dom, choking, overstimulated, multiple orgasm. Summary: He's currently sitting on a chair having some sort of a meeting when youre feeling in the mood, well you don't wanna wait do you? so people are just gonna have to leave. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You walked into the room with your eyes set on Obito, he had his mask on so currently he was Tobi but you didn't care. You wanted to be railed and fucked out of your mind by his delicious cock. You walked over to the table and looked at him with a smile.

He was middle in a conversation when people stopped, they could tell something was going on but didn't know how to respond. Tobi looked up at you, You smirked at him as you moved sat down onto his lap. He bit his under lip under his mask and closed his eyes shut "Leave~" he said in his Tobi voice and people instantly walked out of the room.

You removed his mask and placed it behind you on the table and stood up. "off with your coat please" you smirked as you opened up yours and revealed you were naked underneath. He stood up pretending he wasnt turned on and removed his coat.

He forgot he couldn't hide his face anymore, so you could clearly see he was turned on by how he was checking you out. "sit please" you said and he chuckled as he tried to take the controll back, but failing when you looked so good naked like this infront of him. It really turned him on seeing you like this, but he couldn't let you know that. He wanted to punish you a little first. you did interrupt a meeting.

You straddled him and grabbed his shoulders as you began to grind your pussy onto his clothed boner. He moved his hips down so you could sit better and grind on his cock more properly. "Youre very demanding, you know that?" he hummed as he stroked your thighs and held onto your ass while you grinded slowly onto him.

You leaned closer to kiss him when he leaned back "wait" he smirked "let me see how bad you want it" he teased "babe?" you chuckled amused. "If you want me to kiss you and fuck you, just the way you like it" he teased "you better cum first, let me see how bad you want it" his words rang into your head. "Then place your hands on the table" you smirked as you grinded on him, he swallowed hard while staring as your breasts bounced while grinding "Telling me what to do now, huh?" he smirked amused as he placed his hands on the table, leaning back to get a better look at you.

You gripped tighter on his shoulders as you could feel his cock pressing up against your clit. "I want you so bad" you hummed. He was gripping the table tight as you grinded on his cock "I need more" you whined as you dragged down his pants "fuck" you whimpered as you could see his precum dripping from his cock. "y/n-" he warned you "It's not enough, I need more" you panted as you placed his throbbing cock between your folds. He panted as his head leaned back and let out moans "Fuck" he panted as he leaned his head back and stared at your lips.

You moaned as you could feel you were close, your wet clit grinding on his dick while your rolled your hips really turned him on. He knew he not should’ve let you but it felt too good for him to care, and seeing you this needy infront of him like this made it hard for him.

"let me hear your pretty moans" he cooes. You moaned more and more as your hips went automatically, grinding as your palm pushed his dick closer into your clit. "fuck" you moaned as you closed your eyes. "no, no eyes on me" he smirked while panting "obito" you moaned as you opened your eyes "please let me use your cock" you pleaded while moaning "I want to fuck you please" you whimpered "yeah?" he smirked "how bad?" you moaned in response "show me how much you want it" he teased "I wanna hear it" he huffed. You could feel your breath become uneven as you were close to climaxing "want you so bad" you moaned as his dick felt so good thrusting up into your clit, you whimpered into his ear "fuck you" you moaned loudly, as you panted and bit his shoulder as you climaxed.

Suddenly he gripped your thighs, laid you down onto the table and placed your legs onto his shoulders as he laid over you and stroked his big cock a couple of times before he placed his tip out side of your entrance. You whimpered as you leaned up on your elbows to look down on his cock "obito" you whimpered "please" you looked up at him and he smirked as he pushed his cock deep inside you.

"you like that?" He moaned and huffed as he went deeper "Finally having my cock deep inside you like this?" he moved his hands under your ass, holding your ass, causing him to go even deeper. "fuck" you moaned, feeling him thrusting deep into you. Your walls were hugging his length as he thrusted into you.

"tell me how much you love my fucking cock" he groaned as he began to slam his hips hard into you "So much" you moaned as he leaned over you and rolled his hips as he clapped his hips so hard into you, You gasped silently as you had to hold onto his muscled arms to not fly off while he thrusted hard into you.

"Yeah, you love my cock don't you" unable to answer him he gripped your neck as his hips clapped hard into you "you love it when I fuck you hard like this" he huffed, you felt like you were fucked out to talk.

"stopping a meeting cause you love my cock, so fucking needy" your mind was foggy as you kept moaning "fucking brat" he hummed.

You panted as you squeezed your walls around him "squeezing me like that, fuck" he groaned as he chocked you, he loved seeing you dumbfucked on his cock "Can't even punish you the way I want to" he hummed "When you squeeze me like that"

"fuck I cant hold back" he moaned "I gotta fill you up" he panted as his hips automatically thrusted hard into you "obito~" you hummed "oh fuck" he groaned "Im so close" he let out a silent deep moan as he gasped silently and thrusted hard into you "cum with me" he panted "y/n" you moaned in response as you curled your toes and climaxed. He choked you harder and climaxed deep inside you while moaning.

He panted as he let go of your neck and sat down onto the chair "fuck" he panted as he looked at your swollen overstimulated clit, he licked his underlip as he smirked at you.

You sat up and were ready to leave to clean yourself up when he stopped you "where are you going?" he smirked "I'm not done yet with you" he grinned as he stood up from his chair and kissed you "I'm not done punishing you yet"

#obito smut #obito uchiha smut #naruto smut #naruto fanfic #obito uchiha #obito x reader #obito x you #english is not my first language #english is not my native language #naruto #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #narutoverse #obito headcanons #naruto obito #obito fanfiction #obito x y/n #obito thirst #naruto imagines #naruto oneshot #obito imagines #uchiha obito #uchiha smut #uchiha x reader #uchiha clan

[stardustlatte]

To Love and be Loved.

Summary: Gaara and you have been best friends for years now, and his feelings for you have been growing to an unbearable amount. He needs to tell you... but can he? What if you don't feel the same? (Gender neutral reader!)

Word Count: 896

WARNINGS: None! I mean like, one swear word? Anyways, just fluff here!

A/N: I've been wanting to finally push myself into making a writing blog for Naruto for so long, and FINALLY I have done it. Of course when I sat down to write this, I realized today I had some writers block. So this short lil thing was just what my mind would throw out for now~ expect a TON more Gaara content from me ahaha, I love him.

~ ♡ ~

He never knew love could feel like this.

In the beginning of his journey to improve himself, to become someone that could love and be loved in return...Gaara never imagined there was much more to love than what he felt for his village, his friends, or his siblings.

Until you showed up.

And for a long time, his love and adoration for you he thought was nothing more than platonic. You were both simply best friends, with an inseparable bond like no other. You supported him through all the hard times, and showed him how to treat himself with more kindness than he felt he deserved.

It wasn't long until your presence became addictive for him. Whenever you even so much as walked past his view in the Kazekage's office window, he found himself wishing that he was right by your side talking to you about anything and everything, even if mundane. Whenever you visited him during or after work, he couldn't shake away the feeling of his heart racing in his chest, or the heat that burned up in his entire body. He wanted to reach out to you, to hold you.

When you were sad, he wanted to be the person who wiped your tears and do whatever he could in his power to make sure you would smile again, as brightly as you once would. He wanted to protect you, and to keep you out of harms way more than he ever wanted to protect anyone else in his entire life.

He wasn't clueless. He had heard all about these feelings from others he knew...but that didn't make it any easier to come to terms with the fact that he was hopelessly in love with you.

In his eyes, you deserved more than he could ever give you. His past haunted him, making his mind shout how unworthy of someone so heartwrenchingly sweet and caring he was. He couldn't do that to you. He didn't want to.

But as you stood there in front of him, there was only one thing on his mind, playing over and over again. He wanted to be selfish, just this once. He wanted to at least let you know how much you flipped his world upside down, changing the meaning of the word love in his eyes. You were his sun, his reason for being.

No...he refused.

Someone as divine as you should never be-

"I love you, Gaara." The words fell from your lips effortlessly, as If they were made just for him. He couldn't believe that he heard you right.

"I'm..." And damn, did he curse himself for not knowing the right words to say to you right now.

You stared at him with the same eyes he found himself lost in since the day you both met, and he swore he was falling in love all over again. The things you did to him had to be illegal.

"If you don't feel the same, it's okay. But I had to tell you that before it ate me up any further. I love you, more than words could ever explain." Your cheeks were heating up now in embarrassment. You'd never regret loving him, but the pain of rejection was something you didn't think through, making your heart clench in agony at the thought of it.

However, Gaara slowly placed his hands into your own, bringing them up to his lips as he placed a soft kiss onto your skin. This was also something he wanted to do for many years now.

"I love you as well, Y/N. More than anything under the sun." His tone was far different than you had ever heard him before, melting away your anxieties about his response to your confession. You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding, making him smile in amusement.

His eyes were now pricked with tears that threatened to spill, pulling you into the tightest hug either of you had ever shared. He didn't know he could feel this happy, either.

"From this day forward...I vow to make you happy." He whispered lowly into your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You pulled back from him, far too soon for his liking, placing a hand onto his warm cheek as you stared into his seafoam eyes.

"You already make me happy, Gaara. But I wish to make a vow as well." You started, peaking his curiosity. "I will make you feel like the most loved man on this Earth." He immediately searched your expression, his heart rate picking up even more than it was before. Finally, the tears that threatened him earlier were finally spilling freely, making you pull him back into another embrace.

"I already feel that way thanks to you, Y/N. Thank you. Thank you for loving me."

If someone had told him several years ago he would one day be surrounded by people who loved and cherished him, and he would love them in return with everything he had, he would have thought they were insane.

The fact that you were in his life now was the biggest miracle of all. From here on out, he would be sure to hold your heart gently in his hands and treat you with every ounce of love he could possibly offer. Just as you always did him.

#gaara x reader #gaara fluff #sabaku no gaara #gaara x you #gaara x y/n #naruto #naruto x reader #gaara fic #gaara imagine #naruto gaara #gaara oneshot

[13as07]

Spitting Image #5

(Gaara Sabaku)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to o3_kurisutarogubo]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,599

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Gets heated toward the end :)

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     It feels like there are millions of eyes on me as I cut up Yoshiki's fruit to have with his breakfast. The three chefs of the kitchen along with my handmaid - Gou - all look at me like I've grown a second head. I've grown used to the looks over the past week. Apparently, no one in the palace ever does anything for themselves, besides me, I guess.

     "Darling?" Gaara calls again, pulling another annoyed sigh from me. "My darling, please acknowledge me."

"What is it that you need?" I grumble, continuing to chop up the fruit. Things were going well between us. Gaara was succeeding at giving me space and every night this week he has crawled into my bed to cuddle for a while... then this morning when he came to greet Yosh he asked me what season I'd like to have the wedding. Talk about knocking us back to square one.

"I wish to apologize."

     "What?" I asked, snapping my head towards him in a bit of disbelief.

     "I have been reading about relationships. It seems that my constant conversation about marriage is making you feel trapped, that is not what I'm trying to do. So, I would like to apologize."

     "Uh - okay?" I mutter, quickly blinking at the ginger standing next to me.

     "I am sorry for making you feel trapped. I would like you to know that you are free to come and go as you wish. You are free to do as you wish..."

     "But?" I ask, Gaara's gaping mouth and his flickery eyes giving away to the add-on he's struggling with.

     "But, my darling, with me being the Kazekage and us being... there are dangers to Yoshiki and you all over the Great Nations, including our nation and... I don't want you upset but I would like a guard to join you when you go out if Shinki and me are not coming along with you. I'm sorr - "

     "That's understandable," I cut him off, swiping the cut fruit off the cutting board and plumping it into a bowl. "I don't know anything about the village so even if a threat did rise I wouldn't have any chance, so that's not an unreasonable request."

     "Oh," he whispers, slowly blinking at me as the gears in his head shift. "I am glad that we agree."

     "Me too."

     Gaara stays put, the two of us watching as Yosh eats his scrambled egg and diced fruit. "Gaara?" I call after a couple of minutes.

     "My darling?"

     "I should apologize too," I murmur, turning my focus towards him.

     "What do you have to apologize for, my dear?"

     "I'm sorry I tried to hit you last week. I shouldn't take my anger out on you in the first place and I really shouldn't take it out on you like that. I'm sorry for making things difficult for you too. I wish I was ready to get married but... I'm just not there yet."

     "It's alright, darling. When you are ready, I will be here waiting," Gaara mutters, face scrunched up as his hand slowly moves forward. It lands on top of my head, softly patting me as his face unscrunches. "I would like to take you on a date tonight. I would also like to buy you a new outfit for our date but Shinki thinks you'll just buy it for yourself, so I already did. If you do not like it, I shall return it and find you something else."

     With that, Gaara kisses the top of Yoshiki's head before turning on his heels and disappearing from the kitchen.

     My eyes flicker back to our son who's having the time of his life squishing his egg into the plate of his high chair. "Yosh," I call, his head picking up and a huge smile crossing his face once he realizes I'm the one who called him. "Papa is going to take me on a date tonight. What do you think of that?"

     "Baabaa," his voice rings out, trying to say 'papa' like his older brother does.

     "Yes, Papa. Who am I? Am I mama?"

     "Baabaa," he repeats, smashing his fork into his dismembered egg.

     I smile at my boy, enjoying the sweet moment we're sharing. Gaara's talk of the future might terrify me but I can't wait to see the man our son will grow into.

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     The yukata got me is beautiful and probably worth a pretty penny. Gou is tucked behind me, pinning the white material stamped with red flowers to my body. "Gou?"

"Yes, my last?"

"How much do you think my yukata cost?"

"I think Lord Fifth paid eighty-two hundred yen for it, I'm not sure though," she mumbles around the pins in her mouth.

"Oh," I mutter, looking over the outfit in the body mirror again. Gou has dolled me up and, my hair done with a matching pin through my locks. "Where's Gaara taking me?"

"I am not allowed to tell you, my lady. Direct orders from the Kazekage."

"Has Kankuro shown up yet?"

"Yes, my lady. Please stop worrying about Yoshiki and Shinki. They will be safe and cared for while you're out."

     "I can't do that," I mumble to myself, shifting when Gou accidentally likes me with a pin. I'd rather Kankuro watch the boys than anyone else in the village, but I'm still not too fond of the idea. I know Kankuro even less than I know Temari, and I was overly anxious about leaving my son with her.

     "What can't you do, my darling?" Gaara's voice rings out before his hands settle on my hips. They flutter a bit like he can't decide whether it's a good idea to be touching me or not.

     "Calm down," I mutter, settling my hands on top of his, keeping them in place. My eyes scan over his image in the mirror, taking in the matching yukata he's wearing.

     "Why can't you calm down?" Gaara asks, eyes flickering between us in the mirror and the wall of my bedroom.

     "I'm just nervous about leaving the boys home with your brother."

     "Do not take up your mind with worries. Kankuro would do anything for his nephews," he murmurs, trying a squeeze to my hips. When I don't tell him to stop, he squeezes me again... and again. "You look very nice, my dear. Are you ready to go?"

     "As ready as I'll ever be," I murmur, slowly pulling away from his touch. His face scrunches from my movements, what I think is sadness covering his face. "Where are you taking me?"

     "Tonight is the first day of the Prickly Pear harvest. A festival goes on every night of the harvest. We are going there, and then we will watch the stars as we wait for the fireworks."

     "Prickly pear?" I ask, a giggle slipping out. What a weird name for a crop.

     "Yes. They are pears that grow on a cactus. They have the same spikes as a cactus does, hence prickly pear."

      I hum in amusement, making my way out of the room with Gaara in tow. "I've never had a prickly pear."

     "We shall get you a prickly pear then," he mumbles, making me laugh again. 'Prickly pear' is a weird thing to hear Gaara say. "Come here, my dear. You are too far away from me," he grumbles, stepping forward quicker before his arm wraps around mine. "You need to stay close so you do not get hurt or lost during the festival."

     "Is that the only reason?" I tease, tightening my arm around his as I shift closer to his side.

     His eyes flicker to me before settling on our looped arms. "... yes," he whispers, head back on straight as he leads me down the hallway. "Perhaps not," he adds on, cheeks coated in a pale pink.

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Gaara's eyes are locked on me as I enjoy the Prickly Pear Icy he bought me. It's not as exciting as I thought it would be. It tastes like a musk melon. "Do you like your treat?"

"It's good," I mumble around the popsicle. "I like the meat stuff on the stick you got me more though."

"Would you like more? We can go back to the booth," he rambles, head spinning as he looks for the meat-on-a-stick booth we were at a few moments ago.

"No, I'm good," I tell him, using the arm still looped through his to pull him closer. The attempt to calm Gaara works, he - mostly - settles down again. His eyes are still as sharp as a hawk, scanning the festivalgoers for any possible threats. "So, I don't know about you sandfolk, but in the Leaf, there's usual games and such to play too. Do you guys have that here?"

"Of course, what kind of festival would it be if we did not have games?" He grumbles, eyes flickering around the people that shift out of the way as we walk. "Is there a game you have in mind?"

"I don't remember what it's called, but you have these paper paddles and you try to catch a fish with them. If you win you get to take the fish home."

     "Kingyo Suku."

     "What?"

     "The game you are speaking of, it's called Kingyo Suku," Gaara explains before he lets out a soft sigh. "One moment dear," he groans, tugging me in front of him before his hands settle on my hips. The man-handling and added weight to my hips make my chest - and a little more than that - flutter. "Hello Matsuri," He greets the person bee-lining for us.

     "My lord," the girl greets back, bowing her head quickly before straightening up again. "And...?"

     "This is... she's my... this is consort Kazekage," Gaara finally pushes out, stumbling over his words a bit.

     The girl's eyes widen a bit, her smile wavering as she focuses on her village leader. "I didn't know you were married, Lord Fifth."

     "I'm... not," he mutters, using his hold on me to pull me against him. "She is... what is it that I can help you with, Matsuri?"

     "Oh! The word around the village is that you have a second son now," the girl's eyes flutter to me once the sentence is out, her jaw locking a bit before she turns back towards Gaara. "I was hoping to meet him."

     "I do, yes. He is not here with us. I am hoping to introduce him to the village on the last night of the festival. I wouldn't want to take the light away from the village farmers today, and I still need to talk to his mother about her thoughts on it," He answers, his hands jumping up to my arms when he says the word 'mother'. "Soon enough my son will be officially announced, as will his mother, so do not worry."

     "Oh great," the lady says, eyes stuck on me now. "What a... joy for the village. A new prince and our Kazekage has picked his consort."

     "It is quite the joy, yes. Now please excuse us, I promised my consort a festival game." With that, the woman bows again and Gaara quickly shifts us away from her. "My apologies, darling," he mutters once we're out of her earshot, sliding his arm back around mine.

     "What's a consort?" I ask, letting my eyes trail over the lanterns strung around the booths as I replay the interaction we just had. The girl was jealous of me, right? That's what that whole thing was, right? Or am I just reading into it? I think I'm reading into the situation too much.

     "It is the royal title of the monarch's... partner. Usually a wife, but you have made it clear you are not ready for that, so you shall be introduced to the village as my consort instead of my wife." Gaara nods his head in agreement with himself, another one of his ticks that I don't quite understand.

     "What's the deal with the girl that was talking to you?"

     "She was one of my students."

     "I think your student has a crush on you."

     He falls still, eyes sharp and locked on me. "Does that upset you? Do I need to fix it? How would I go about fixing an issue such as this?" Gaara races out, his sight more intense the longer he talks. "I do not wish for Matsuri to have a crush on me, I wish for you to have a crush on me. My darling - "

     I jump up a bit, plopping a kiss on his cheek before falling flat on my feet again, cutting off the panicked Kage. "Stop worrying, Gaara. I do have a crush on you and I don't care that Matsuri does. I was just curious."

     "Oh," he whispers, blinking in his slow 'I'm trying to figure this out' way. "That is good news."

     "Yes, it is," I mutter, curling my arms around his tighter, gluing us closer together. It's not a lie, I do like Gaara. He's grown on me over the past couple of months. He just has a tad of separation anxiety, terrible communication skills - as do I - and a small fear of abandonment, all of which we can work through. All of which scares me.

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     My eyes are turned towards the sky, enjoying the colorful explosions decorating it. Gaara and I are laid out on a sand dune a ways out from the village. He laid out a blanket underneath us to attempt to keep the sand off of us. Sand has a mind of its own so, of course, it's not working, but the attempt is sweet.

     "Gaara?"

     "Dear?"

     "Do they have the fireworks every night of the festival or just tonight?"

     "Every night."

     Slowly I slide my hand across the blanket, in search of his hand. When my fingers bump into his, Gaara stiffens. Despite his reaction, I carefully intertwine our fingers together, his body relaxing once our hands are tied together. "Gaara?"

     "My darling?"

     "Do you think we can watch the fireworks again tomorrow?"

     "Whatever you wish for I will make happen."

     "You could have just said yes," I respond, stifling a laugh that threatens to spill out.

     Our words fall silent, only the sound of the popping fireworks filling the space between us. The sky continues to be temporally decorated, bright reds, blues, yellows, and everything in between coating the sky.

     Once the last sparkle of light falls from the sky, I turn my head towards Gaara, preparing to ask if he's ready to leave. When my sights settle on him, his eyes are already locked on me. I'm thankful for the darkness that hides the embarrassment crawling across my face. How long has he been looking at me? Why must he always be looking at me so tensely?

     "My darling?" I let a hum out, letting Gaara know I'm paying attention to whatever he's going to say. "I... wish to cuddle in bed with you tonight."

"You usually do, Gaar. That's fine by me."

"No, not like that. I... do not wish to leave. I want..." His head turns away from me, focusing on the stars stamped into the black backdrop of the night.

I turn my head too, enjoying the clear skies of the open desert. "Do you want to sleep in the same bed? Is that what you're trying to ask?"

"... yes. If you do not want me to, I will not. I know you said you do not want to share a room."

I turn on my side, our connected hands stabbing into me because of the position. "Gaara?" I call, rubbing my free hand over his chest.

My view of his eyes is cut off as he blinks repeatedly, his chest jumping quickly, and his body going tense again. I move forward more, our noses bumping because of how close to his face I am. "My darling dear?" He breathes out, the words shaky as he scans my face.

The combination of my nicknames makes me smile, my tongue poking out to run over my bottom lip as the thought of kissing Gaara crosses my mind. "Ya, you can sleep in my bed tonight," I murmur, more than kissing slowly starting to fill my mind.

"I can?"

"Yes, if you want to. Do you want to?"

Gaara's head nods quickly, his nose switching from bumping into mine to bumping into my cheek because of his movements. His eyes are blown out as they look at me, a nice difference from the usual slit shape they hold. "Please?"

I let out a strained sigh because of the single word, the thoughts of marriage and another baby not seeming so scary anymore. This is how I got pregnant the first time. Well, not exactly, same feelings and thoughts as that night though. "Okay," I whisper back, starting to pull away so I can stand up.

     The arm pressed under me jumps up, landing on my back and gently pushing me back into please. "Darling?"

     "Gaara?" I ask back, our eyes locked, his slightly twitching like he's not sure what to do.

     "Just sleeping, yes?"

     "Just sleeping," I echo, the smallest part of sanity pushing through the tension of the moment.

     "Can I at least have a kiss? It is customary to have a goodnight kiss at the end of a date, yes?"

     "Ya," I breathe out, Gaara's hand present on my back softly pushing me closer to his face.

     "Then I would like a kiss... then we can go home," he mutters, his lips brushing mine as he speaks, his chest bouncing with anxiety. "And just sleep."

     "And just sleep," I repeat, more for my benefit than his. If I say it enough maybe I'll believe.

     The hand on my back slowly snakes up my body, ending its slithering on the back of my neck. Gaara's touch is soft and slow as he closes the lack of distance between us.

     His lips are rough, bruised, and scabbed over. They taste like chamomile tea; apple-ly with a hint of honey. His hand gets rougher, pushing me against him more as he deepens our kiss. Gaara's tongue pokes out, teasing my lips apart. I give in, parting my lips a bit. His tongue slips in, toying with mine for a moment before he slowly pulls away from me. "Just... just sleep," he mutters, eyes hazy as he looks up at me.

     "Just sleep," I repeat for the third time tonight, slowly pulling our bodies apart.

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     “This is not just sleep,” Gaara murmurs against my neck, his hands eagerly shoving the sleeves of my yukata down my shoulders, the material of it balling at my elbows. His lips travel down my neck, making quick work across my newly exposed skin.

“No, this is not just sleep,” I echo, my hands gripping the front of his clothing.

“We’re supposed to just sleep,” he continues to whisper, hands sliding across the door of the Hokage palace in search of the keyhole. “We should just sleep,” he adds, the sound of the key sliding into the lock filling the empty night air.

“Ya, we should… should just… sleep,” I whisper, tugging Gaara with me as the door swings open.

“Yes, of course. I have a busy day tomorrow,” he mumbles, the two of us stumbling down the hallway. His hands crawl across my body, tugging at my clothes, toying with the hems of it like he wants to slide his fingers under neither but isn’t sure whether he should or not. Our feet stumble just as much as Gaara’s hands, slowly moving us further down the hallway.

“I’m sure you do,” I scramble out, my hands falling to the front of my clothing, tugging on it to part the material covering my chest. “I… I’ll be up early for the boys, so… so we should go to sleep.”

“It would be better than fucking the hallway,” a deep voice rings out, cutting apart the tension growing between Gaara and me.

“Kankuro!” Gaara calls, his hands falling on top of mine, gripping them as he snaps my clothes shut again, effectively covering my bra. “How were the boys?” He grumbles, carefully fastening my yukata back in place.

“They were good, not as good as your night seems to be going,” Gaara’s younger brother chuckles out, finding his cock-blocking funny. “Yoshiki is fast asleep in his nursery, I just checked on him like five minutes ago. Shinki is asleep in his room, just checked on him too.”

“Thank you. Please see yourself out,” Gaara groans, his hands tightening and loosening around the material of my clothes.

More chuckles fall from the older man as he walks down the hallway, the sound of the door opening and clicking closed as he leaves.

“We… we should not just sleep,” Gaara mumbles, slowly tugging apart the front of my yukata again. His eyes scan my face as he does so, watching for my reaction.

“Oh ya? What should we do instead?”

Gaara’s mouth snaps open a few times, his answer stuck in his throat as his eyes jump from my face to my chest. “I should… should fulfill your… bedroom needs. Like last time I got to sleep in your bed. I would like… please?”

God damn it, at this rate, Gaara’s going to get his wish of having another kid before Yoshiki is four. “Whatever you wish for I will make happen,” I tease, repeating his words from earlier.

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[deebris]

Melancholy II

Kakashi Hatake x wife reader

Synopsis: To learn to overcome the loss of your child, you and Kakashi went through challenges, and it certainly wasn't easy at all. The tragedy harbored bad feelings in your family, and you two tried not to let it affect your sons. But now, with the discovery of a fourth pregnancy, things can change again - for better or worse

Warnings: trauma, mention of misscariage, mention of depression, labor pain, argment, intimacy, kiss.

Words: 5.3k

Observation: Happy ending - part I here

The hot summer breeze made your hair sway along with the loose leaves of the trees, revealing your serene and concentrated face. Kakashi admired the beauty you exuded while he was looking from afar, not having the courage to go up to you, at least not where you were now. If you were in any other environment, he would definitely meet you and give you all the praise you deserve. But he preferred to walk away.

You were kneeling in front of your child's grave with your youngest son Kenji, both clasping your hands in prayer as you meditated. The boy always insisted on accompanying you during your monthly visits to the cemetery, helping you put new flowers and clean the place.

He always finished his meditation first, but he didn't dare get up until you finished too. Sitting still was difficult for a child, you know, and so his effort to remain patient was all the sweeter in your eyes.

After a brief five minutes, you had no more prayers to say and opened your eyes to see him transfixed on the name written on the tombstone: Satoru.

That same year you lost the baby, Kakashi advised you not to find out the sex of the child, but you were stubborn and asked Sakura anyway. You weren't even sure if it would be possible to find that out, as you didn't know if your pregnancy was advanced enough to reveal such a thing. But asking doesn't cost anything, does it? And then she told you it was going to be another boy. It was even a little comical, it seemed like you were destined to be the mother of boys, and after that you couldn't help but name him. You imagined what his little face would look like, you dreamed about him, wishing he was more than a fantasy.

What would his personality be like? How would his voice sound? Will you finally have a child that looks like you? Your husband was lucky, both of your children were perfect copies of him. What's the use of carrying a baby for 9 months and being betrayed like that by genetics? How unfair. Maybe that's why they say not to name dead babies, to go on in the void and forget, but you didn't like the feeling. Forgetting felt wrong.

Kakashi didn't want you to get attached to a child you've never even met, he said it would only make you suffer further. And for a while it felt like it was all about you, and only you. But you weren't silly, he was ashamed to admit that he was afraid of suffering from that too, of getting attached. Your husband was afraid that he wouldn't be able to move on, that it would haunt you both forever. Time heals all, isn't that what people say? Didn't he once tell you that you guys would get over it? So why weren't you getting over it?

Of course, after a while the pain got easier to deal with, but it was still there. And you constantly missed something, someone. Your family seemed incomplete.

He didn't get mad when you went after finding out the sex of the child, and he didn't fight when you gave him a name, but he was furious when you said you wanted to make a grave.

Spring - 1 year and 8 months ago:

You were cleaning the kitchen with Katsuo when the argument with your husband started. There was tension after the two of you exchanged some dangerous words, nothing had really gotten serious yet, but your eldest decided to immediately drop the uncompleted work and leave the room. He didn't even bother to excuse himself, just wanting to leave as soon as possible.

"That's enough for me!" He got up from the table abruptly "I tried, at all times, to understand you. I also suffered from this!" You remembered the conversation you had with him the day you cried together in the hallway, the way you found him, totally in pieces. Like you. "And all I wanted was for you to try to understand me too!" he spoke in a serious tone, but never shouting "But you just decide you want to make a grave, when I've told you countless times to keep it anonymous!"

Even when angry, your husband was calm. He was obviously exhausted, but there were no signs of violence there. You wondered how anyone could be so passive. If anyone else saw how Kakashi treated his family and friends, they would never believe that he really is the ninja of rumors. The man who defeated Zabuza Momochi, who fought Obito Uchiha - the fearsome Copy Ninja.

"Do you really want to immortalize this suffering by carving it into a stone?!" you listened silently for the moment, having already set the dishes aside in the sink and getting the reaction you feared he would have before telling him your pitiful wish "I already have too many people to visit the cemetery, Y/n..." His voice cracked for a moment making you shiver "Please, don't give me another one."

Your heart broke into little pieces. That was what you needed to realize how much distress you were causing him, that you were acting like a monster with the man who had never done anything but be good to you. Because that's what you were being, isn't it? A monstrous one. But not in a thousand years would Kakashi see you that way, he wasn't able to read your thoughts to tell that you weren't a bad person like you thought. He couldn't compare his pain to yours, having closely followed your suffering beyond emotional, physical. He just didn't know how to deal with what you were asking him to do.

"You don't need to visit…" you spoke softly hoping that the situation would work out for the two of you. The last few months were the worst of your life, you felt a need all the time, a need to fill a void. You feared that you were slipping into depression, but you tried not to let yourself get bogged down in those emotions.

"Stop being selfish!" Kakashi finally exploded, in a tone you've never heard him speak, abandoning his calm posture. He regretted it as soon as he said the cruel words. His wife wasn't a selfish person, far from it, you were the most selfless person he has met.

You felt your throat close, as if you were going to choke, and your eyes burning with an imminent urge to cry. But you can't cry, if you cry, Kakashi will be destroyed.

"I-" you were interrupted by a whimper in the distance, feeling stupid for having forgotten that Katsuo and Kenji were at home, clearly hearing the argument. If making you cry was bad, making your kids cry would affect him twice as hard.

A very heavy aura hung over the residence, what the hell was going on with you two? You and your husband weren't a bickering couple, in fact, you were the complete opposite of that. It happened at times that you blurted out hostility in the presence of the children, and on those few occasions you noticed that small things were enough to frighten the boys, used to the fact that their parents rarely fought.

Only this time it was serious, and to top it all off, the one screaming was their father. How could they not be scared? Kakashi never raised his voice even to correct them, and now he looked very angry. From you?

You abandoned your discussion and left him alone in the kitchen to check which of the boys was crying, and when you arrived in the living room you discovered that it was Kenji.

"Mommy..." The child sobbed your name when he saw you and you took him to comfort. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and gripped the fabric of your clothing tightly - shivering.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." you rubbed your hand on his back, sliding it up and down in an attempt to soothe him. "It's going to be okay. Shh..."

You shivered as you saw the guilty look on Kakashi's face as he froze in the middle of the room. He must have followed you, and you felt so ashamed of having caused all this that you couldn't stand to stay there any longer, going up the stairs with Kenji in your arms to escape from his eyes.

Katsuo was already a little older, he understood what was going on between his parents, both you and your husband knew about it. From your shared room, even with your son still crying, you could hear a door slamming loudly in the hallway and Katsuo yelling at Kakashi.

You hated to fight, Katsuo hated to see you fight. But for some reason it kept repeating itself.

Kakashi entered the room after a few minutes, skittish as a cat and hearing Kenji sniffle clinging to you.

"Shh" You kept whispering in his ear while singing a lullaby, rocking him, and the boy called to you softly repeatedly, pleading.

You were surprised to notice that Kakashi was already right next to you at the end of the bed, he put his hand on your son's back to get his attention, but that made him cringe and bury his face even more in you.

"Kenji." Kakashi called after him, surprised that his son was trying to avoid him.

"Honey, daddy is talking." you tried to intervene.

"I don't want you to fight..." he said, suddenly crying loudly when he remembered the two of you arguing a few minutes ago.

"Let's not fight anymore" your husband smoothed his hair as he still refused to show his face to his father "I promise." Kakashi looked at his wife in anticipation that you would help him convince the child.

"It's true, little angel."

And really, you never fought again. But instead, uncomfortable moments of silence began to plague you and him too often, preferring to remain silent when you realized that the situation could lead to a fight. And this has affected your communication with your husband, making the two of you more distant.

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Now it's been two years. After that day Kakashi made your son's grave without you even knowing, maybe trying to redeem himself for something that wasn't his fault. You had completely dropped the idea and didn't expect you guys to talk about it again.

You didn't know if surprise was the exact word you were looking for to describe what you felt, but it probably came closest. Imagine your amazement: you were at the Memorial Stone, getting ready to leave after visiting all the deceased relatives and friends on a Sunday, when he told you there was still one person missing. He showed you the way and you were moved to see the name written on the tombstone. That was the last time he was there, after which you never saw him there again. But Kakashi made sure to memorize your reaction that day, you looked amazed.

Breaking out of your thoughts, you smiled at Kenji who was still focused on the carved letters and gave his chubby cheek a kiss to get the youngster's attention.

"Let's visit Grandpa Sakumo's sepulcher." you took his hand, which was much smaller than yours, going to your father-in-law's tomb.

You didn't know Kakashi's father, but from the stories you heard your husband tell the boys, he was an honorable man. He never avoided telling his children about the shinobi's tragic end, as he thought it was important that they have a reference of strong values ​​when they become ninja too.

Your eldest son was not so childish anymore, although he was still a child. But with only 10 he had already developed an unshakable sense of justice, which perhaps neither you or Kakashi could mold so easily anymore. He would certainly be a man of good character, just as you would expect Kenji to be too.

"Katsuo is here, Mom! Look." Kenji shook your hands together excitedly when he found his brother already meditating at Sakumo's grave, he probably visited the Memorial Stone with his father first and then came here. Kakashi could spend hours in that part of the cemetery, sometimes coming in the middle of the week, just to stare at the names of his two former companions - Obito and Rin.

"Be silent so as not to interrupt him." You said gently, motioning with your fingers for him to keep quiet and the three of you ended up going home without Kakashi.

"Thanks for the food, Mom." Katsuo thanked you as he removed his nearly full plate from the table.

"You bad ate."

You decided to start dinner when the clock showed that your husband was already 1 hour late, which was unusual, at least not without letting you know. You thought that something unforeseen arose in the Hokage's office. Things have been crazy lately, everyone running out of time to prepare for Naruto's inauguration ceremony as Nanadaime. But the news was encouraging, for you mainly because it meant he would be spending more time at home.

"I'm not hungry." he said in a despondent tone, going upstairs and locking the bedroom door. He always acted like this after visits, and the reason was you. He didn't want you to visit Satoru, interpreting that he was the reason you've been so bad these last few years. And no matter how many times you told him that it wasn't anyone's fault and that visiting the place didn't hurt you, he was still young to understand.

"Can I have his dango?" Kenji asked making you sigh, everything was going so well for a peaceful day.

You suddenly felt like throwing up, bile rising in your throat catching you off guard. You immediately ran to the bathroom and emptied everything into the toilet, nearly spilling your guts out. You sat down on the floor and took a breath, feeling more dizzy for having bent down so quickly, making you break out in a cold sweat.

"Mom, are you ok?" Kenji stopped at the entrance to the room.

"I just got sick all of a sudden, it'll pass." you both heard the front door open.

"Kakashi?" you shouted his name from the bathroom, finding it irregular that he didn't announce his arrival.

"It's me, I'm home." Kenji dashed off to meet him, completely forgetting about you. Daddy's boy, you thought jealously of his preference for the father.

"Daddy, you missed dinner." your child said as you brushed your teeth to get the bitter taste off tongue.

"Oh yeah? You didn't eat mine, you sweet tooth?" you heard your husband's muffled voice in the bathroom playing with him. If you hadn't experienced it three times before, you'd try to convince yourself that it was a bad thing caused by spoiled food, but there's no use denying it, you know the symptoms all too well.

When you felt that you were discouraged, you sought out Sakura as quickly as possible, trying to be more thorough. You only trusted her, knowing well how skilled the kunoichi was. Well, you wasn't sure how far along you were, although Sakura had tried to give you a more accurate diagnosis, even that  you weren't tracking your cycles accurately either. But you'd venture to say it was the start of the second trimester.

You haven't imagined yourself pregnant again, in fact you haven't imagined yourself like this since you gave birth for the second time. You feared losing that child too, a fear you didn't feel with Katsuo and Kenji. You sure turned into a chicken.

You didn't even want to think about the impact this baby would have on you before and after birth, it could be negative or positive. Would this child fill your void? Would you be substituting one child for another? Would that be cruelty? You asked yourself so many questions, but you forced your brain to relax, reminding yourself to remain calm for the sake of the baby in your belly.

In your first two pregnancies, you only had positive thoughts. You weren't nervous about the birth, although some women in the village tried to scare you, and you were fascinated by the idea of ​​becoming a mother. You and Kakashi were so happy, and now you would too. No matter the future, no matter the others, you would only have good thoughts and that new child would be born strong and healthy. This baby would be wanted, if only by you.

You've settled Kenji into his bed, adjusting the blankets so he doesn't feel hot at night. You said goodnight and closed the door to his room, leaving a gap for light from the hallway to enter the room. You knocked on Katsuo's door and tried to talk to him, but the boy just shouted good night to you, not bothering to come and open the door. Kakashi was still downstairs and it was late, so you took the opportunity to go talk to him. Night shifts were one of the only times you and your husband could talk alone.

"Everything is good?" you asked when you saw him sprawled on the couch. Most of the lights were already off, except for the hallway light and a few lightbulbs around the house.

"I thought you were already asleep." He said surprised to see you still walking around the house.

You walked further into the room and made a sign that you were going to join him on the couch, so Kakashi raised an arm to welcome you beside him. You laid back and rested your head on the ninja's chest, hugging his torso as he lowered his arm to rest on your waist.

After a while just smelling the fabric softener of his shirt that you washed, you moved and placed a kiss on his exposed neck, climbing into his lap to kiss his lips next.

Kakashi loved those moments with you, because they were rare, the main culprit being his work. So when it happened he felt like he was in heaven. Your mouth was soft, sweet and the man's lips fit yours like a glove, but he gently pulled you away before the kiss got deeper.

"Not here." Kakashi didn't like being so intimate with you outside the bedroom, embarrassed that the boys would catch you. Even an innocent kiss made him uncomfortable, and you respected his space even though you had no intention of taking things to another level right now.

And it was funny to see him feel uncomfortable with things like that, considering he's the biggest fan of an erotic book series. Once Katsuo almost got you in the bathroom and Kakashi spent the whole week avoiding touching you, even when you were alone, like it was some kind of crime.

"I need to talk to you." you said getting off him.

"About...?"

"I'm Pregnant." you said bluntly, feeling him tense up. His heartbeat skipped a beat, coming back slow and then speeding up a little.

"Do you think or-"

"I'm sure." you lifted your head to look into his eyes and realized he was staring at the floor in confusion. You placed a hand on his cheek, drawing your husband's attention to you.

"I don't know how long, but I think it's well underway." you two were silent for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity "Kakashi, I think I'm past the third month."

He felt more hopeful, knowing full well the importance of yout last sentence.

"Darling..." you were going to continue talking when you saw him gulping, but he grabbed you by wrapping both arms around his wife.

"I understood." he rested his lips in her hair, enjoying the comfort of the hug "When did you find out?"

"Last week." He immediately broke the hug.

"Why did you wait so long to tell me?"

"I was trying to work up the courage..." you were sincere "you want this child, don't you?"

"You shouldn't even consider thinking such a thing. Of course I want to." he said kind of scolding you "Why would you think I don't?"

That would be the conversation you probably would have had with him years ago, if you had the chance to sit down with him and tell about the pregnancy in those days.

"I don't know. I think it's because we never planned a third child." you moved from him to the other side of the couch to talk more seriously "With Kenji and Katsuo it was different."

"You shouldn't worry about me, you know I would never reject our child." he straightened up, coming out of the relaxed position he'd been in before, feeling a flicker of doubt about your trust in him "You know that, don't you?"

"I know you, I know the type of man you are..." you played with your hands trying to relax "But I can't help but get nervous, everything seems to scare me lately." He noticed your hands moving frantically and wrapped his in hers.

"You are my wife; you are the mother of my two children. We have been married for 11 years, I would never abandon you, or abandon a child just because it was not planned." he stopped talking, wondering if he should tell you the next part "Sometimes I think about Satoru, and I wish he were with us." He added and you widened your eyes, Kakashi had never called the baby by name. In fact, he never spoke to you about him unless necessary or in discussions. "Do you think I wished him dead?" Kakashi asked afraid of her answer.

But what? Kakashi thought so? You would never connect his desire to leave the baby incognito with something so cruel and obscure, you understood perfectly well why he didn't want to name him. You always understood.

"Never." you turned desperately to your husband stroking his hands. "I never thought that of you, Kakashi." You shed thick tears and sank your body into his, wanting to stay there forever. Safe and comfortable in his arms.

"Please, do not cry." he asked you "I'm going to take care of you; I'm going to take care of this baby. It's going to be okay."

You would venture to say that this was your smoothest pregnancy. You didn't have to deal with jealous of any of the boys, and Kakashi was more present, not being Hokage anymore. It was just wonderful, like a dream. You sometimes feared that everything would start to fall apart, because it was too good to be true. It was strange that after so long drowning in grief, things could be starting to turn around again. Your family was getting back to normal.

In the 8th month, your water broke. It was early for delivery and you just freaked out. What if something is wrong? Kakashi was calm, knowing that a baby being born at the 8th wasn't that dangerous, but you couldn't stay calm at all. When Sakura finally came to your rescue, you felt more relieved after she confirmed what Kakashi told you about you being on time, trusting her while you screamed in pain from the contractions.

"The boys were born a week late, remember?" your husband tried to strike up a conversation with you to distract you

If you said you remembered, it would be a lie. Kakashi kept that information for that long? How was it possible that he remembered and you didn't? But soon his thoughts were interrupted by another wave of pain, which made him feel sorry for you for having to go through this.

"Soon our baby will be here with us." He said wiping the sweat off your forehead "It'll pass soon"

No, I won't go soon. And you both knew it, but you let yourself be trusted by him.After an 11-hour delivery you heard a baby crying loudly. The burning sensation occurred in the child's body because pulling air into lungs for the first time made the kid scream, just like every baby when it is born. Those outside the hospital room heard it too, announcing that you had managed to bring your child into the world. You can finally rest, sweaty from the effort it took to push. Your body was all asleep, but you just wanted to hold your newborn right now.

Sakura handed the baby into Kakashi's arms after he cut the umbilical cord, and then brought him close to you.

"It's a girl, Kakashi-sama." you cried with happiness when you heard that. You were the mother of a little girl.

Kakashi carefully placed her in your arms, seeing that you were still weak and might not be able to support your weight. But he noticed that his daughter was so small and so light that even the wind could carry her.

"She is a very strong and healthy girl. Congratulations to you both!" Sakura said happy for you, finding the sight of you holding a baby comforting, reminding her of holding Sarada for the first time.

"Why is she so small?" Kakashi asked her as you admired the blurry features of the child in your arms.

"Oh, she just is." Sakura replied nonchalantly, making Kakashi relax "I'm sure she'll grow up as strong as her brothers. But I'll leave you alone now." The woman left the room after collecting some objects and finishing filling out a hospital form.

You had finally realized that she was very close with her father, yet another clone of Kakashi for your misfortune. But you couldn't wait for her hair to stay long, just to spend hours combing it. You wanted her to stay that way, a little baby forever, but at the same time you yearned for her to grow up. You would wait for the day when you could finally share secrets with her, gossip and try on clothes until you drop. You loved your two boys with all of your being, you'd die for either of them, but having a girl felt different. Maybe it was because you dreamed about it for a long time, you didn't know how to explain it, but you already felt the need to develop her from everything and everyone. She was so delicate and cute, you were afraid she would break like porcelain.

Kakashi noticed the expressions you made while admiring your daughter, you practically beamed with how happy you were, and he hasn't seen you like this in a long time.

"You want to meet your little brothers, hmm?" You asked your daughter who made typical baby noises, knowing she wasn't going to answer. Your husband took this as a cue to go get the boys who were under Hinata's watch in the hospital waiting room. She really helped you a lot, both in the past and now. You would make sure that you thank her properly and that you can repay all of her help one day.

"It's a girl." Kakashi told his friends who were in the waiting room a few minutes ago and everyone started to congratulate him. "Thanks for coming over here."

"When can we see her, Kakashi?" Guy asked his friend.

"Yes! Kakashi-sama, I want to see her too!" Ino begged excitedly to see the baby. She was passing by to see Sakura at the hospital when she heard you were here and couldn't resist waiting to see the baby when was born.

"I'll take the boys now, but soon you'll be able to see them, I promise."Kakashi told Ino and everyone else who was present. He put his hand behind his neck to ease the tension and tiredness and then he picked up the children who were half asleep from waiting so long. He thanked Hinata briefly, who told him that soon Naruto would come too, and headed to the bedroom with his sons. "When you enter, be quiet" he told both of them when they arrived at the door.

"Yes Daddy!" Kenji responded by rubbing his hand over his mouth as if he were zipping up.

"Let's go!" Katsuo pulled his father anxious to see his sister.

"Hey, calm down."

Upon opening the bedroom door, Kenji completely forgot to be silent and made a fuss, shouting excitedly to see you after so many hours. The baby started crying over the noise, and Kakashi scolded himself for being so sloppy with the youngest. But you didn't seem to care about the situation, in fact, the boy's enthusiasm rubbed off on you as you tried to get the baby calm again.

Kakashi took Kenji on his arms and carefully approached him by your side on the bed when he saw that he was trying to climb up, but he couldn't win due to his low height. Katsuo ran to stay on the other side and they both knew to admire their little sister.

"Why is her face so weird?" Kenji as usual had no filter.

"She was just born." you told him sympathetically and they expected to pepper you with questions about her, coming one after another like a train.

"Boys, slow down." he warned the boys "your mother is tired."

"Sorry, Mommy."

"All good." you looked at Katsuo who was sitting on the bed with you "Want to hold her?"Even though he was big, Kakashi didn't feel confident letting his son hold the baby.

"Y/n..." he was going to try to tell you that Katsuo was still too young to hold his sister.

"It's okay, Kakashi." you tried to reassure him "He won't put her down, kids younger than he babysit."

You pulled Katsuo closer to you, instructing him on what to do to hold the girl. You stayed alert and put an arm around the boy to prevent him from ending up knocking her over.

"I want to hold too."

"Not you, you little dwarf." Kakashi immediately intervened, leaving no chance for the 6 year old to consider holding the baby. You sighed at his attitude of not trusting boys.

"What is her name?" Katsuo asked you as soon as he held his sister.

"Do you want to name her?" you made an offer.

"Sayuri!" Kenji shouted, excited to be able to choose the baby's name

"What?! Where did you get that horrible name?" You see they were going to start arguing about which name to choose and immediately regretted it "It's going to be Misaki.

"You're just saying that because it's the name of the girl you like!" In fact, Kenji was quite the gossip. You didn't even know about this girl.

"The girl you like, is it?" Kakashi teased his son by ruffling his hair and making the boy blush.

"Kakashi!" You warned him to stop teasing a child. "How do you end up knowing so much stuff, you little brat?" You asked Kenji pulling his nose playfully, which made him laugh.

"What do you think of the name Rin?" Kakashi asked you suddenly, worried about your reaction.

"Rin? Like Daddy's friend?" Katsuo asked confused.

"If you don't mind, of course." He added to you expectantly

"Rin..." You repeated the name, testing how it sounded "Sounds good." you said smiling, knowing how much that meant to him. You know how much Kakashi feels guilty for her death, they were just kids at the time and they had to go through so much.

"I liked too." Kenji said taking you by surprise.

"Snow!" Katsuo said excitedly as he looked at the window behind

It messed you up, you lost your last baby on a winter night. And the season that already showed sadness, despite its built-in beauty, had become even sadder with the memory of your son. But now your little girl has come to give the season a new meaning, a good one.

You looked at the little girl again, taking her out of Katsuo's arms to let him run to the window with his brother to watch the first snowflakes fall. You let the baby girl play with your index finger, grabbing it with her chubby little hands.

Kakashi who came down beside you kissed his daughter's forehead and then your temple.

"I love you."

That was the first time in years he said he loved you verbally.

"You and they are the light of my life." He brushed a few strands of hair off your face, "I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"Thanks, Kakashi." If you were already crying rivers of joy at the birth of your daughter, he just made you cry an ocean. He didn't need you to say you loved him back, having heard you say it many times already.

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