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[bidet-of-evil]

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[charmwasjess]

Having someone ask ChatGPT in a meeting is like being a grown-ass professional adult in a room full of other grown-ass professional adults trying to solve a problem, while a colleague with one of those baby toys that makes animal sounds repeatedly presses the cow button. And we all have to stop what we're doing and listen to cow go moo and say "wow hm yeah that's not really what we're asking but the cow does definitely go moo, good thoughts"

[baddywronglegs]

Except increasingly the cow is being treated as a respected contributor to meetings as we pivot to a moo-centric business model that principally produces bullshit

[cr0wcaller]

📖 KAKASHI HATAKE | relationship headcanons (1)

summary: for a man who has survived by expecting every attachment to end in grief, allowing himself to love you means learning to trust, to return and to imagine a future in which you are both still there

word count: 1,370

content: kakashi x gn!reader, fluff, references to kakashi's grief/trauma/losses, communication difficulties, protectiveness

a/n: requested by my lovely kakashi anon!! i hope you enjoy these! 🖤 once again i have put an emotionally repressed man under a microscope to examine the exact ways he would learn to be hopeful again

A relationship with Kakashi would feel like discovering hidden warmth in a house you had mistaken for empty. His love does not arrive loudly, it gathers in the smallest spaces, concealed beneath dry humour, habitual caution and the cultivated ease of a man who has survived by pretending not to need very much. Loving him means learning to recognise devotion in the hand resting briefly against your back, the light left burning when you are late, the familiar orange book lowered whenever your voice changes. Being loved by him means finding that, somewhere along the way, Kakashi has quietly made a home of you.

Kakashi falls in love so gradually that he does not realise it has happened until your absence begins to alter the structure of his day. He is accustomed to keeping people at a careful emotional distance, close enough to protect but never close enough to become essential, and initially he treats you with the same friendly evasiveness he offers everyone else. Then he begins remembering which drinks you prefer, taking routes through the village that pass places you frequent and saving observations because he knows they will make you laugh. The realisation comes in an ordinary moment when he turns to tell you something, finds you are not there and feels the disappointment settle far too deeply. By then, you have already become part of the private rhythm of his life.

His affection is expressed most naturally through subtle acts of service. Kakashi is unlikely to make grand declarations when he can sharpen your kunai, replace the groceries you have nearly finished or repair the loose hinge you mentioned once three weeks ago. He notices inconveniences with a shinobi’s precision and removes them before you can even ask, often disguising the gesture beneath a lazy shrug when you thank him. If you tease him for being thoughtful, he will insist that the task was bothering him anyway, but the faint curve of his eye betrays him. Kakashi has lost too many opportunities to care for people so with you, love becomes something practical he can do every day.

Earning Kakashi’s trust is a slow process, but once given, it is unexpectedly complete. He may share stories from his childhood without ever explaining how they still hurt, offering facts where another person might offer feelings and watching carefully to see what you do with them. He needs to know that you will not pry open every silence or treat his grief as a puzzle you are entitled to solve. When he finally begins speaking plainly about his father, Obito, Rin and Minato, it will happen without ceremony—maybe late at night, his voice level and his gaze fixed somewhere beyond you. The most important thing you can do is listen without trying to rescue him from memories that have already happened. Kakashi does not need you to erase his dead, only to remain beside the man who survived them.

Physical affection with Kakashi begins casually and becomes indispensable before either of you acknowledges it. At first it is a hand at your elbow in a crowd, his knee resting against yours beneath a table or his fingers briefly brushing your shoulder as he passes behind you. He likes touches that he can pretend are accidental because they allow him to seek reassurance without admitting he needs it, but familiarity eventually makes him bolder. In private, he gravitates towards you with the unconscious persistence of a tired animal searching for warmth, draping an arm around your waist and resting his face against your hair. He sleeps more deeply when you are tucked against his chest, though he will deny this even while tightening his hold whenever you attempt to leave the bed.

Kakashi delights in teasing you, particularly when he knows you are trying to remain composed. His humour is dry, shameless and delivered with such perfect nonchalance that it may take you several seconds to realise what he has implied. He will murmur something outrageous beside your ear in public, then retreat behind his book while you stare at him in disbelief, his expression the picture of innocence. The habit becomes especially dangerous once he learns exactly what makes you flustered, because Kakashi is observant enough to catalogue every caught breath and averted glance. Fortunately, he is equally susceptible to being caught off guard; sincere praise, unexpected boldness or a gentle tug at his mask can reduce the Copy Ninja to stunned silence.

His notorious lateness becomes noticeably less severe where you are concerned. Kakashi will still arrive late to casual plans, usually with an excuse so absurd that challenging it only encourages him, but he pays attention to the difference between making you roll your eyes and genuinely making you feel unimportant. If an occasion matters to you, he appears on time, and often early, although he lurks nearby so you will never know. The change reveals more than any apology could. He spent years teaching himself that attachment ends in grief, so keeping a meeting is its own little act of faith, a promise that he expects both of you to be there when the appointed hour arrives.

Conflict with Kakashi is rarely loud, but his composure can become its own kind of barrier. He is skilled at retreating behind reasonable words and an unreadable expression, particularly when an argument touches a fear he would rather not name. You may find yourself frustrated by how calmly he can discuss the surface of a problem while avoiding its emotional centre entirely. A healthy relationship requires you to recognise the difference between giving him space and allowing him to disappear, and it requires Kakashi to learn that silence is not always protection. He will never enjoy exposing the rawest parts of himself, but if you tell him plainly that his distance is hurting you, then he will return to the conversation and make the effort because loving you matters more to him than winning.

Kakashi is fiercely protective without wanting to confine you. He respects competence and would never mistake love for ownership, so he does not demand that you remain somewhere safe while he faces every danger alone. Instead, he learns your strengths, accounts for them in his plans and trusts you to make your own decisions, even when fear makes that trust difficult. His protectiveness reveals itself in smaller ways, such as positioning himself nearest the door, tracking your chakra in unfamiliar surroundings and going unnaturally still when someone threatens you. He knows you are capable of defending yourself but that knowledge does nothing to lessen the cold fury of discovering that you were forced to.

Domestic life with Kakashi is unexpectedly soft, untidy and full of companionable silence. He leaves books in inconvenient places, steals bites from your plate despite ordering the same meal and performs household chores with either astonishing efficiency or complete neglect, depending on his mood. He loves sharing space without requiring constant conversation. He likes you occupied with your own interests while he reads nearby, one foot hooked lazily around your ankle as proof of connection. These ordinary evenings become precious to him because they ask nothing heroic of either of you. After a life measured in missions, memorials and emergencies, Kakashi finds profound comfort in hearing you move through the next room and knowing that, at least for tonight, everyone he loves is alive.

Loving you gradually teaches Kakashi to imagine a future he once believed was meant for other people. He might deflect early conversations about permanence with humour, not because he regards the relationship casually, but because hope frightens him more than loneliness ever did. Even after he accepts that you intend to stay, part of him remains superstitious about speaking happiness aloud, as though naming it might invite the world to take it from him again. Still, his language slowly changes from if to when—when the mission ends, when winter comes, when the two of you finally repair the garden gate or take that journey together. Kakashi’s deepest declaration is not only that he loves you, it is that he has begun making plans in which he survives, returns home and finds you waiting there for him.

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Day 2 - Signature smirk This is a secret technique 🤫 @genmaweek2026

[starbuck]

“…to me” is one of the most powerful disclaimers we have on here… is this character analysis accurate? debatable. but it’s real… to me.

[jinnxd]

❀ °。Day 1: Squirting

Genma makes you—poor, sweet, inexperienced Reader—squirt for the very first time.

🍃 cw: explicit sexual content, Fem!Reader, soft dom Genma, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink, creampie, slight dacryphilia, slight infantilization, you’re just friends though!

🍃 wc: 2.8k

🍃 soundtrack: vaya con dios (spotify)

Thank you to @genmaweek2026 for hosting this event (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Let's goon! Uh, I mean... Let's go!

You lay back on the soft, plush bed, heart racing as Genma knelt between your legs.

His playful smirk was long gone. Instead, he gazed up at you, eyes dark with desire. His big, calloused hands slid up your thighs, until they reached your lace panties. He traced the delicate edge with one finger, letting out a low appreciative sound. You shivered, goosebumps pebbling your skin. 

“Fuck, baby… these are cute,” he murmured, hooking a finger into the waistband. “But they’re in my way.”

He pulled them off slowly, his chestnut eyes only leaving yours once you were exposed to the cool air. Tossing your panties aside, he leaned in closer, breath hot against your skin. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, using his thumbs to gently part you. The groan he let out made you whimper.

His tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit. You gasped, hips twitching. Genma, who’d been watching your face, chuckled against you before diving back in. “And you taste amazing,” he muttered, licking and sucking. “Shit, baby, I think I’m in love.”

“G–genma,” you chided breathlessly. Both of you knew you were nothing more than friends. Well… friends who were hooking up currently, but that was beside the point. 

He let out a small laugh, his skilled tongue circling your clit. You mewled softly, hips bucking gently against his face. With a smug little, “Ah-ah,” he pushed you back down to the bed by your thighs, holding you in place. “So sensitive,” he teased, his breath fanning against your core. “I love it.”

Blushing deeply, you turned your head to the side. “Don’t tease,” you whined, squirming as his tongue dipped into your entrance. “You know I’ve—ngh—never…” from the corner of your eye, you saw the way his head perked up at that, and you thought better of your words. “...Nevermind.”

He pulled back just enough to grin, eyes wide with delight. Your stomach sank at the familiar sight—usually, that look was followed by some smart-ass, shit-eating comment, at your expense. 

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he crooned, grinning. “I thought you and… damn, what was his name? Koji? Kujo?”

Fuck. You should have never opened your mouth. Humiliated, you mumbled, “Kaiji. And I–I’m not a virgin, okay? I’ve… I’ve had sex… y’know… before.”

For once, he didn’t immediately joke. Instead, his voice softened, almost tender.

“But not good sex, hm, baby?” When you gave a tiny, miserable shake of your head, he pressed a soft kiss directly to your clit, smiling at the needy sound you made. “And that shitty ex of yours never ate you out, did he?”

You shook your head again, embarrassed at how easily he read you.

Genma looked mesmerized, those pretty chestnut eyes damn near shining at the confession. His thumbs swept over your hip bones, rubbing tender little circles in your soft skin.

“Poor thing,” he murmured, staring into your eyes as he licked another slow stripe up your slit. You gazed back, hips stuttering against his hold as he sucked gently. Something that sounded almost like a sob tore from your chest. 

It had been months since anyone touched you, and even then it had never felt like this. Kaiji had never made you cum once in the entire year you were together. You’d stayed anyway, hoping things would magically get better.

It never did, of course. 

Things only ended between the two of you when you walked into his apartment to catch him in bed with someone else. How he’d managed that, you’d never know. Tears had sprung into your eyes—whether from the bitter memories, or your current frustration, or both, you didn’t know. Genma saw them, perceptive as always.

“Shhh,” he soothed, voice low and warm. His fingers trailed up and down your pussy, toying with the wetness. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

You nodded desperately, biting your lip. He dove back in, tongue fucking into your entrance while two fingers circled your clit. The dual sensation ripped a loud, shameless moan from your throat. You writhed under him, fists twisting in the sheets as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

“Genma, p-please…” you begged, voice breaking.

He chuckled against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs shake. “Please what, baby? Use your words.”

“I… I wanna cum so bad,” you whimpered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Please.”

“Good girl.” Two of his long fingers pushed inside you, curling up against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your back arched high off the bed, a broken curse falling from your lips. He smiled against your clit and sucked harder, fingers pumping steadily. You cried out, hips bucking against the single, large hand splayed over your pelvis, holding you in place. Desperate for purchase, your hands buried themselves deep into his long brunette strands, tugging hard. 

The groan Genma let out in response was positively sinful, low and deep and long. Goosebumps pebbled your flesh at the sound, pussy fluttering around his fingers. 

Emboldened, you pulled him closer, rolling your hips and grinding against his face—chin, lips, nose, all of it. You rode his tongue with shameless desperation, chasing that coiling heat in your belly. You weren’t even sure he could breathe, but he only moaned louder, one big hand kneading your hip like he was loving every second of it.

“Genma—Genma—f–fuck, I’m—”

Your orgasm crashed into you hard. Your whole body seized, thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave ripped through you. Genma never stopped. His tongue and fingers worked you through every shudder, drawing it out until you were limp and trembling, tears slipping down your temples.

Only when you were completely spent did he lift his head, lips shiny and breathing ragged. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice rough with arousal. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

Genma barely let you recover before he dove back in with a groan, tongue dragging through your dripping folds like he was addicted. He was feral—messy, greedy, moaning shamelessly into your pussy as he licked and sucked like a man possessed.

Every swipe of his tongue against your swollen clit made you jolt and sob. Fresh tears spilled down your temples, and your thighs shook around his head, but he didn’t let up.

“My good—fucking—girl,” he growled against your soaked flesh, voice thick. “Look at you. So fucking pretty when you cry for me.”

He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard while two thick fingers plunged deep inside you, curling instantly. You came again with a broken scream, back bowing sharply off the bed. The orgasm ripped through you even harder than the first, leaving you shaking and gasping, tears streaming freely now. But Genma didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, gentler for a few seconds… only to bury his face back in for a third round with a hungry moan.

“Genma—please—fuck, it’s too much—” you sobbed, voice hoarse, fingers weakly tugging at his hair.

He pulled back just enough to look up at you. He looked drunk, pussy juice smeared across his chin, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Kaiji ever make you squirt, baby?”

You shook your head frantically, still trying to catch your breath. “N–no… I don’t… I don’t think I can—”

Genma’s expression shifted into something downright predatory. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. “Oh, you can,” he murmured, voice low and sweet in a way that made your stomach flip. “You’re gonna do it for me, baby. I’m not stopping until this pretty pussy squirts all over my tongue.”

You were still shaking, breathless and teary, when he mercilessly buried his face back in. His groans were deeper now, almost animalistic, as he devoured you. His free hand pressed down firmly on your lower belly, and you moaned at the pressure. 

Genma groaned in response, the sound vibrating straight through your clit as he made out with it—slow, filthy, open-mouthed kisses mixed with hungry sucks. His fingers pumped faster, curling relentlessly against that spot inside you. You were soaked. The sloppy squelch of his fingers plunging in and out of your dripping cunt filled the room, your juices coating his chin, his hand, and dripping down onto the sheets.

“Fuck, listen to how wet you are,” he praised between licks, “Such a messy girl.”

The pressure on your lower belly combined with his relentless fingers and mouth quickly became too much. That strange, building sensation grew heavier, like you had to pee. Your eyes widened and you jerked hard, trying to scramble up the bed.

“W-wait—Genma—!” you gasped.

Genma’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. He pushed down harder on your belly, pinning you in place while his fingers sped up. “Feel funny?” he cooed. “Yeah? That’s it, baby. Don’t fight it.”

You shook your head frantically, convinced you were about to lose your bladder. 

“Be a good fucking girl and squirt for me,” he growled, lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked hard. 

The coil snapped.

You cried out as a huge gush of fluid sprayed out around his fingers, soaking his face, dripping down his chin, and drenching the sheets beneath you. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you kept squirting, wave after wave gushing all over him.

Genma ascended.

A deep, guttural moan tore from his chest as he drank you down like a man dying of thirst. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth, tongue lapping and swallowing greedily, desperate to catch every drop. His eyes rolled back slightly, completely lost in it, moaning and whimpering into your pulsing cunt.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he slurred against you, voice muffled and reverent.

He kept licking and sucking long after the last spasm faded, cleaning you up with long, hungry strokes like he couldn’t bear to waste a single drop. When he finally pulled back, his face was glistening, hair damp, eyes dark and blown wide with raw lust. He crawled up your body, pressing messy, wet kisses along your trembling thighs and stomach before hovering over you. His voice was low, wrecked, and full of filthy affection.

“Fucking perfect… squirting all over my face.” He kissed the tears from your cheeks, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh. “Think you’ve got another one in you, princess?”

You could barely speak.

Your body was limp, boneless, completely melted into the soaked sheets. Brain fuzzy, eyes glassy, tears still slipping down your temples. You’d never felt this good in your entire life. Every limb felt like warm mush. All you could do was whimper softly and nod, staring up at him with dazed, fucked-out eyes.

Genma’s expression softened as he drank in how utterly ruined you looked.

“Poor baby… look at you.” He climbed over your trembling body, knees planted on either side of your hips. His thick, heavy cock slapped down against your pussy with a wet smack. Little droplets splashed across your belly and thighs at the impact.

“Fuck…” he breathed, eyes locked on the mess between your legs. He started sliding his cock up and down your sloppy folds, coating every inch of himself in your juices. His hand rubbed all over his length, spreading your wetness, jerking himself slowly as he teased your clit with the tip.

You were so wet that he could’ve slipped inside without any resistance at all.

“Genma…” you whimpered, voice small and broken. “Please… I feel so empty. Need you inside me. Please.”

He let out a shuddering breath, his whole body taut and trembling above you. The head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and ready. “Yeah?” he rasped, voice strained. “You need my cock, baby? Need me to fill up that pretty little pussy?”

You nodded frantically, hips twitching up toward him. “Please… need it so bad. Please fuck me—please, please, please—”

Genma pushed forward.

A broken whine tore from his throat as he sank into you in one smooth, easy glide. You were so wet, so warm, so sloppy that he bottomed out effortlessly, hips flush against yours. He froze there, buried to the hilt, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted in pure bliss.

“F-fuuuuck…” he whined. His cock twitched hard inside you, throbbing against your walls. “Oh my god, baby… you feel so fucking good. So warm and wet—shit—I’m gonna lose my mind.”

He stayed completely still for a long moment, just savoring the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him. His forehead dropped to yours, breathing ragged. “My perfect girl,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing a messy kiss to your lips. “Taking me so well… like you were made for my cock.”

You could only moan softly, completely boneless beneath him, hands weakly grabbing at his shoulders as your brain stayed deliciously empty.

He pulled back slowly, then slammed back in with a wrecked moan, setting a deep, desperate pace. He was losing his mind—brows furrowed, mouth open, sweat dripping down his temples as he railed you into the mattress.

“Fuck—fuck—baby,” he groaned, voice cracking. “You’re so fucking wet. Shit, you’re sucking me in…”

Even while losing control, one of his hands reached down between your bodies. His thumb found your swollen, abused clit and started rubbing messy circles. You wailed. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much, but your body kept taking him, greedy and fluttering around his thick cock.

The pressure built again, that same deep, terrifyingly good feeling.

“Genma—! Gonna… gonna…” you sobbed, tears streaming.

“Do it,” he growled. “Squirt all over my cock like a good girl. Come on, baby—make another mess for me.”

Your entire body seized as you squirted hard around his thrusting cock. Clear fluid gushed out in messy waves, soaking his pelvis, dripping down his balls, and splattering against your thighs with every deep stroke. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking you through it was obscene.

“Fuck yes!” Genma moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as your pussy clamped down on him, pulsing and gushing. His hips stuttered, pace turning erratic and desperate. “Thaaaat’s it… that’s it, baby, keep going.”

He fucked you through every wave, thumb still rubbing your clit, drawing it out until you were a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him.

His hips jerked forward once, twice. His eyes widened. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

He started to pull out in a panic, but you were faster. You crossed your ankles behind his back and locked your legs around him, yanking him back inside you.

“N–no,” you begged, voice hoarse and fucked out. “Don’t pull out… cum in me, please… this is y–your pussy,” you whimpered, legs squeezing him even tighter. “It’s yours. Please fill me up… need to feel you leaking out of me…”

“Oh my gods—baby—” he gasped, a broken whine ripping from his throat as he stopped fighting it. Slamming in to the hilt, he buried himself as deep as possible. You could feel the way his cock pulsed inside of you, thick, hot ropes of his cum flooding your insides. 

He trembled as he pumped load after load into you, filling you up until you were leaking around his cock. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me… taking my cum like such a good girl. This pussy is mine, huh? All fucking mine.”

He kept grinding into you slowly, riding out the last waves of his orgasm while pressing sloppy, breathless kisses to your neck and jaw. His body was shaking, completely spent, but he stayed buried deep inside you, plugging his cum right where you wanted it.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered against your skin, voice soft and wrecked. “So fucking perfect for me.”

Eventually, he let out a satisfied groan and slowly pulled out, watching with obvious pride as his cum leaked from your puffy, abused pussy.

“Yeah… look at that,” he murmured, voice thick with smug satisfaction.

Climbing off of the bed, he disappeared for a moment, returning with a bottle of water and a wet rag. You were still floating, brain completely melted, body limp and trembling. All you could do was whimper softly as he helped you sit up a little, holding the water to your lips. “Drink, princess. C’mon, be a good girl.”

You sipped obediently, eyes glassy. When you’d had enough, Genma set the bottle aside and started gently wiping between your legs with the warm cloth, cleaning up the mess of your combined fluids with surprisingly careful hands.

He leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs, your stomach, then up to your chest and neck. “You did so good for me,” he praised between kisses, still sounding way too pleased with himself. “Came so many times, squirted all over me… Kaiji never made you do any of that shit, right? Pathetic. I ruined you for him in one night.”

You let out a tired, breathy laugh, still dazed. Your hand weakly pushed at his shoulder.

“…Why do you keep bringing him up?” you mumbled. “If I didn’t know any better… I’d think you were jealous, Genma.”

Day 3: Threesome

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