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@godmist
A very happy birthday to you! I hope it is at least half as epic as you are!
thank you so much!!! 🥹🤍 i had a wonderful birthday
zabuza cups the back of gai's neck, palm sliding up to the back of his head, the fuzz of his still-growing hair brushing pleasantly against zabuza's fingers. "i think you look good like this."
Curse Zabuza, and the way his touch and deep voice bid a smile to Gai’s face, even though Gai steadfastly doesn’t believe him. It doesn’t bother him how he looks, though, and especially not when Zabuza looks at him like that, dark eyes blinking slow and sure at him as if there isn’t a worry to be had in the world. Gai tips his head back to lean into his hand and look up at him with open, tender eyes.
“You look good too, Momo-san. Or should I say, Mizukage-sama? Ever-brimming with youth, with your handsome looks!”
He’s teasing, of course. It’s nice. The mid-afternoon light filters through the blinds, yawning across the ward in streaks of gentle contrast. There’s a little more life around him these days.
For some reason, Zabuza feels new to him all over again. Maybe it’s the newfound authority of a fresh kage, a new set in his shoulders that boast the purpose of a man who’s been ready for the role for years now. His official cloak feels premium under Gai’s fingers. He trails his fingers along the edge of it, and peels it open to peer within, smirking up at Zabuza, who rolls his eyes at him, when his bare chest is unveiled beneath.
“Still baring it all even as Mizukage, just as Kakashi said.” A cheeky squeeze for emphasis.
Zabuza swats his hand away and grumbles some lame excuse or another at him, and Gai laughs, and they talk. There is so much to catch up on; the sparse letters are never enough. Zabuza tells him about how Haku’s doing, and the new people Zabuza’s working with now every day. He hears about Zabuza’s daily morning routine, and how he works so late sometimes that he has dinner past nine. In turn, Gai tells him about … well, there’s not much to hospital life, but Gai tells him anyway.
He worries that he’s taking too much of a busy kage’s time, but Zabuza gives no indication whatsoever that it could be the case, never once turns his gaze to the clock across the room. It’s only when the nurse knocks, and walks in with dinner on a tray, that Gai looks out the window, startled to find a dusty evening sky dimming by the minute.
The meal sits before him, stir-fried beef on a bed of rice, with a block of soft tofu and slices of takuan. Gai looks at Zabuza.
“Bring me on a walk, will you?” Gai asks. It will be a strange sight, Maito Gai on a wheelchair, pushed by the newly-minted Mizukage on the street along the hospital, but Gai doesn’t really care. “I want to have dinner with you.”
@godmist asked:
"hey. enough of that," zabuza says, a hand cupped carefully over kiti's bottom where she's cradled against his chest, "come lay down. your daughter wants to cuddle."
Kakashi finishes four-three-two-one more push ups, and then presses himself back into a child's pose with a soft sigh. From there, he rests his chin on the ground and stares at the pair of them, a small half-smile curling in the corner of his mouth.
Zabuza's hair is flat, sticking to the side of his head. Kiti's hair looks like a little cotton ball, and they're giving him the same wry, sleepy look that says they're unamused, but tolerating his shenanigans.
"My daughter, huh?" He points both index fingers, one at Zabuza and one at the infant. "You have the audacity to sit over there, pot and kettle, denying your part in this. The nerve."
Mock offense doesn't stop Kakashi from gracefully getting to his feet and slipping into the bed with him, throwing an arm and a leg over Zabuza and pressing his face close to hers, brushing his nose against the baby-soft skin of her cheek. She smells like a little alive thing, and she gurgles happily to have the pair of them so close, reaches out and yanks on Kakashi's hair.
"Ow," he mutters, reaching up carefully to take her chubby first in his hand. "Fucking hell- Sorry, shit, excuse me, I mean uh-"
Kiti giggles, releasing his hair so she can put her hands on his cheeks and gum uselessly at his nose, and then drool all over his browline. She is a cute little thing.
Zabuza laughs at him, because he's an asshole. Kakashi pinches his side. Kiti squirms and grabs his hair again, this time to chew on the tail end of it.
"Aw," Kakashi says. "She's so gross. Kitiara, sweetie, you have no idea where I've been. What if I was just rolling around in something dead?"
Her guileless dark eyes blink at him, and then shift to Zabuza, as if to say: Dad, you married this gross idiot? She doesn't drop the end of his ponytail from her mouth. Zabuza snickers, runs his hand over the cotton cloud of her hair. "I think she's teething," he says.
"We'll have to get her a chew toy," Kakashi suggests, deadly serious.
Zabuza's laugh rumbles low in his chest, and Kitiara tries to mimic the sound.
I remember seeing you, my tongue struck dumb / When you first came here from wherever it was you came from / The power in your voice, your rough touch / You keeping care of me, keeping watch
Kakashi when he hasn't quite taken down his political opposition within the village yet and he has to argue with a bunch of old fucks for seven hours:
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i need (abruptly stops talking & stares at some random fixed point with a vacant expression)
guys i heard drag path live tonight and i havent stopped crying
He was a ferocious man. He had been ill-made in the making. He had not been born right, and he had not been helped any by the molding he had received at the hands of society. The hands of society are harsh, and this man was a striking sample of its handiwork. He was a beast - a human beast, it is true, but nevertheless so terrible a beast that he can best be characterized as carnivorous.
RULES. INFO. HEADCANONS. HATAKE LORE. MEMES.
#9beasts. a private multi muse containing all nine tailed beasts. heavily canon divergent and au based. summoned by kaddy.
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he doesn't quite push, because kakashi easily walks backwards with each of zabuza's steps, until he's pressed against the edge of zabuza's unreasonably large desk. he boxes kakashi in with each hand gripping the edge of the desk, leans close enough to drag his nose over the line of kakashi's jaw. "i tried the diplomatic thing. it's not really working out for me." they're both still in their kage robes, and there are three more days of meetings ahead of them. zabuza thinks he might actually go insane.
Kakashi tips his head back, inviting a kiss or a bite or the faint press of Zabuza's five o'clock shadow against the tender skin underneath his jaw. The other man is a solid presence in front of him, boxing him in, crowding into his space like a rock for Kakashi to dash himself upon in the sea. His hands reach out to grip the collar of his cloak, and when Kakashi tugs it open he can't help but laugh.
No shirt.
"Easy access, huh?" Kakashi's hands slide around his waist, up the bare skin of his ribs, and then over his shoulders. "You dress like this for all the handsome folk of Kiri, or is this just for me?"
DOCTORS HATE IT: THIS WRETCHED BEAST JUST WON'T STAY DOWN
chatter, erotica, jousting, zones
chatter: do they like to talk during the act? if so what do they like to talk about? is it just dirty talk or something different?
zabuza is a yapper in his day to day, and that absolutely translates into when he's having sex. it can range from mindless dirty talk when the pleasure is mounting, or more deliberate talking to get his partner worked up. he likes praising and degrading and teasing and all of that. he simply enjoys talking and seeing the way his voice and words rile someone up.
erotica: do they read or watch it? does it get them in the mood? do they create it themselves?
he doesn't read erotica regularly or anything. he might have checked out a novel or two, but it's not something he particularly cares for. he likes to make fun of the stories kakashi reads, but he's absolutely not opposed to recreating something if it sparks enough interest. someone would likely have to bring that to his attention though.
jousting: do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? if so do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? are they curious about it?
he's pretty game for anything under the right circumstances. it isn't something he's necessarily looking for, but if the moment is right then he's down for it. he definitely enjoys the reverse of this, tag teaming someone else who's desperate for it.
zones: favorite places they like to be touched? are some less obvious than others? any places they absolutely hate being touched?
zabuza likes a sweeping touch to his hip or lower back. the ghost of a feeling that makes his skin tingle. same with his inner thighs. he's not really a fan of anything near this throat, but again, under the right circumstances (love) he's game for anything. for casual instances, he'd rather not have anything near his throat.
a - z smut headcanons / @lvyeshou.
𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀-𝐙 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭
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A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?
B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?
C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?
D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?
E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?
F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?
G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?
H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?
I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?
J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?
K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?
L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?
M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?
N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?
O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)
P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?
Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?
R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely?
S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?
T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.
U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?
V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?
W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?
X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.
Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?
Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?
in vegas for the next four days to see b.ts and have a time, i'm smooching u all from my seat on this plane
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"you gonna ever give me back my shirt? or my sweatpants? or that one sweater? seriously, where the hell do you keep hiding all my clothes?"
@godmist / there's a patch of sunlight in my room, on the carpet where i held you for a moment in june
"Which shirt? Which sweatpants?" Gai is smiling through the kiss, teeth knocking into Zabuza's as he surges forward against him, but Zabuza holds him back with a hand on his chest, and shoves him down on the mattress before clambering on him. Gai lands with a playful 'oof'.
"Seriously, where the hell do you keep hiding all my clothes?"
"It's not like you wear them," Gai counters, dragging his nails down Zabuza's midriff, and it's as far as he's going to get in terms of admitting that he is absolutely hoarding them and never intends to return a single piece. What was the Mizukage doing walking around topless all the time, anyway, baring all of that goodness for everyone, for free?
They're all in Konoha, of course -- his clothes. Folded neatly and camouflaged in his own drawer as if they've always belonged there: two of his tank tops, a shirt, the sweatpants, and that sweater he mentioned. They smell like him -- or Gai thinks they do, and looking through his drawer and letting his fingers rifle through Zabuza's clothes makes Gai feel that he isn't so far. Like he'd be in the next room. Like this place was his home, too.
It's not. Not really. Not for now.
Not in the same way he'd given up his whole life for Kiri, not in the same way he'd left Konoha to make right the things he'd wanted to make right for a decade now, not in the same way his heart bled for the village he'd grown up in.
What was it he'd said before he'd left the second time? Borrowing some time from the present, baby, but I'll make it up to you. I promise.
Well, Gai is here now in Kiri with him, and 'home' has morphed again, pieces of it untangling and shifting and resettling in something new and mildly uncomfortable, and all too transient. The relieving pinch of Zabuza's teeth over the skin of his collarbone is counterbalanced by the uncertain way he noses over his scarred veins, and the tender kisses over the circular embossments down his torso.
Home is redefined here with Zabuza, in the way he'd installed ramps into his office, his home -- you'll be staying a while, after all.
'Staying'.
The word hadn't sat quite right with him, but still the smile had grown on his face in excitement, and the thought of settling in Kiri beyond a mere few days had stirred something within him.
Gai is fumbling with Zabuza's pants, and he doesn't know if it's because the nerves on his fingertips are screaming static or because he is trembling from impatience, from weeks of missing the warm press of Zabuza's body to his. Zabuza takes over with a laugh, shucks his pants off and then, then Gai is looping an arm around his neck to draw him down, flush against himself. They're pressed together neck to neck, chest to chest, hip to hip, legs weaved around each other and Gai wants more; he wraps his arm around Zabuza's lower back and tugs, rolling his hips forward as if he could press himself any closer to him.
"I missed you so much," Gai says in a breathless murmur, and the following words spill out of his lips before he can think twice: "Kakashi should be here with us."
But it's true, and Gai tries not to think too hard about the fact that it's probably a little bit of a relief for Gai to be gone a while longer, just so he can get Hokage shit done without having to worry too much about Gai. Zabuza grips Gai's jaw hard, and Gai focuses his gaze on him again. "We'll just have to make it up to him, hm?"
The force of his conviction brings the smile back to Gai's lips. Zabuza has a way of doing that. "Yeah. Yeah."
"I'll just do some doodles to warm up" and then three hours later i colored all the doodles. ok. anyway look at my beasts @lvyeshou @godmist
The flowers made the air boil. / The boiling air made me think of you a while. / I did not come here to suffer.
The astringent smell of hospital makes his head spin, but that might also be the sight before him: Gai, bandaged and hooked up to several machines, the stitches in his own chest aching and his dead eye throbbing because he feels like he hasn't slept a wink since they'd pulled him from the field. Gai's hand is still like a corpse, cold in his own, and sometimes he wonders what would happen if he squeezed until the bones in it shattered like glass in his grip. It probably wouldn't be that hard, he thinks. They're practically sponges, according to the medics. He bets he could squeeze them out of Gai's hands like roasted garlic or-
The astringent smell of the hospital also hides Zabuza's approach until he hears him purposely scuff his feet outside the door, flickering his heavy, miasmic chakra to announce his presence to a distracted Kakashi. He thinks he might be cranky, because he considers tossing a kunai at his head just to make him dodge it anyway.
The door slides open. Kakashi turns to face him.
"Hey," Zabuza calls out gruffly, closing the door behind him. "Moved to a private room in the ICU, huh? He must be some kind of big shot."