Including: Naruto, Gaara, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Shikamaru
Warning- NSFW + implied women reader
Naruto
A man who’s more romantic than you’d thought. He’s gentle, even when he’s twisting your nipple between his fingers or when threading your hair from behind you as he fucks you deeper.
Yet he’s cheeky too, of course he is. He’ll pull the band of your panties, snapping it against your hip to draw a gasp from you. “What? … if you want me to stop you can just take ‘em off,”
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Sasuke
A man that craves praise, oh you like when he slides his tongue against your folds? You bet he’s gonna make you beg for it next time, god complex.
Jealous jealous jealous…He sees you talking to a guy earlier that day? That same night he’ll make you whimper that he’s the only man that can fuck you right, the only man that can give you what you really want. “I’m not jealous, I just know I can fuck-“ he thrusts deep,“-You better, huh,”
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Kakashi
Sex is great, but what makes it better is when he has you on your stomach, fucking you from behind so good as you read him icha icha. And if you stop, he’ll stop with the most devilish smirk. “Come on baby, keep reading I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours,”
Also a man who loves outfits, he’ll splurge for sure his pay checks on new skimpy outfits for his gorgeous wife. He’ll love to rip the fabric, like a starved man who hasn’t seen you for months- the last time you guys fucked was that morning.
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Shikamaru
Morning wood everyday. Every. Single. Day. He’ll cuddle up close behind you, his clothed dick pushed right up against your plush ass. His fingers slide into your undergarments, lazily teasing your clit.
He wants you on top 85% of the time. “Get on top,” he’ll be blunt, sitting on the couch with a sodoku puzzle in his hand. But when he does choose to be on top, it’s brain mush worthy. Knees pushed right up to your chest, his chain slapping against your cheek.
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Gaara
Definitely likes to fuck you in his office, on a rare occasion but it does happen. If he finds the bedroom getting too boring, you’ll be in the next night, bent over his desk- he’ll even wear the kazekage robe.
“Shh, my love,” he’ll whisper in your ear, footsteps ascending outside the closed but not locked door. His thick fingers pressing inside your mouth to keep your quiet as he continues his relentless thrusts that hit you in every right place. “Be good for your lord, yeah?”
hai haiii ♥︎_♥︎ congrats on your masters!!!! im devouring ur naruto fics, u write them so good especially kakashi..
could I request headcanons of naruto men (shino, naruto, kakashi, sasuke and u pick others if u want) and fem reader when she's pmsing pls? thanks 🌞
How they deal with you during your luteal/PMS phase | Shikamaru, Might Guy, Kiba, Kakashi, Shino, Naruto, Sasuke & Itachi
.✦ ݁˖ Proofread: Ngl, kinda! Warnings: AFAB!reader, fluffy & domestic (some of 'em), mild profanity, mildly suggestive (Kiba, duh!), and some humor to lighten the mood. Shino's section contains mentions of insects. Readers are free to scroll past if these specific character interpretations or themes do not align with their comfort levels.
A/n: Thank YOUUU, sweet nonnie! I really appreciate it <3 I'm also happy you enjoy my AUs. I've been writing your request for a few days now, sorry it took so long! Malina helped me with the Kiba part, otherwise I'd have to put an MDNI here 😭 Also debuting Shino (and Guy) in my headcanons. Look who's also getting confident writing the Uchihas 😝 (I did consider making the reader and Naruto cry, but it was funnier in my head, tho)
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Shikamaru
The violent thwack of the kitchen knife against the cutting board was the only thing tethering you to sanity. The summer heat pressing through the open windows at Shikamaru's house was unbearable enough on its own, but the vicious cramps radiating through your pelvis made the air feel too thick to breathe.
Your humor had been a shitty one since yesterday, and now your whole body ached and the cramps were almost eating you alive. Your PMS symptoms couldn't have started at a worse time.
You chopped another carrot, your knuckles white, the sound a little too sharp, a little too loud. You poured your frustration into the blade, pretending that if you struck hard enough, you might miraculously sever the ache right along with the vegetables.
Your hormones were a frayed wire, leaving you feeling like a raw nerve exposed to the open air. Behind you, the soft slide of the shoji screen signaled your boyfriend's arrival.
"Are you trying to intimidate dinner into cooking itself, or can I safely confiscate that?" Shikamaru teased, his voice with that familiar laziness that instantly made your jaw clench.
Really not the time, Shikamaru!
You slammed the knife down and gripped the counter, squeezing your eyes shut as another wave of pain ripped through your lower abdomen. Your feelings were now too intense, even for your own liking, and you were so not about to start a fight with him or end up crying over whatever it was that you were feeling.
You knew exactly how his mind worked; he avoided volatile emotions, so you fully expected him to turn his lazy feet right back around to avoid your hormonal wreckage.
"I'm fine, Shikamaru. Just let me cook," you snapped, though your voice quivered entirely too much to be convincing.
"Yeah, you look perfectly fine," he deadpanned, his tone dripping with dry sarcasm. He stepped right up behind you, his chest pressing lightly against your back as he removed the weapon from your tight grip.
"You're a terrifying woman when your uterus is angry, and I'd rather not bleed out in my own kitchen." You sighed and allowed him to move your body away from the counter.
Twelve agonizingly slow steps. That was exactly how long it took him to guide your exhausted body out of the stifling heat and into the cool shaded sanctuary of the living room.
He guided your sore body down, maneuvering you carefully until you were lying on your side atop a plush zabuton cushion, your back pressed securely against his folded legs.
His fingers found the exact base of your spine. His thumbs kneaded deeply into the aching lumbar muscles, applying a heavy pressure that instantly softened the tension right out of your pissed nervous system.
You let out a shaky whimper, the pain slowly draining out of you. "Aren't you supposed to be complaining about how troublesome I am?"
"You are troublesome. But you're my trouble," he replied with a lazyish smile. "And if I let you keep cooking, we'd be eating pulverized carrots. Close your eyes. I'm ordering takeout."
You went completely pliable against his legs as his thumbs continued their heavy, rhythmic pressure along your spine. "Thank you, Shikamaru," you huffed, your eyelids growing heavy.
He didn't say anything too sentimental back. Shikamaru was not a grand monologue type of guy, but he was always there for you, no matter the situation. He stretched his right arm, grabbing a woven fan from the low table to cool the sticky summer air around you.
"Yeah. I got you, baby," was the last thing he breathed before you drifted into a well-deserved nap.
Might Guy
Hiding in the darkness of your bedroom closet seemed like a brilliant plan until your spine locked up against the fluffy mat on the hardwood floor. But you refused to move as the unbearable ache radiating through your abdomen made the thought of uncurling your legs sound like absolute torture.
You buried your face deeper into the thick wool of your oversized sweater, praying the shadows would swallow you whole before he returned.
Too late.
You heard the front door open. It was followed by the relentlessly cheerful voice that usually made your heart flutter, but today simply made you wince.
Might Guy tracked your cycle with the exact same dedication he applied to his eight-gates training. He kept a very detailed color-coded calendar taped to the inside of the bathroom cabinet. He knew exactly what week it was. And worse, he knew exactly what was recommended for the pain.
He had read about it in a wellness magazine and immediately consulted Tsunade to confirm the method's validity. Her simple "yes" was all it took for him to draft an entire dynamic stretch plan specifically for your cycle.
"My beautiful lotus!" his voice echoed down the hallway, the floorboards literally shaking under his enthusiastic strides. "It is time to embrace the healing power of the dynamic stretch!"
You held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut.
Please don't find me here. Please, please...
Guy could find you in any crowd, anywhere, at any moment. So when the closet door swung open, flooding your dark sanctuary with blinding afternoon light, you were not entirely surprised.
He stood in the doorway with his hands planted on his hips. His signature gleaming smile softened the second his dark eyes locked onto your miserable form.
His large hand encircled your ankle securely. He eased you out of the closet with a smooth continuous pull, completely ignoring your pathetic whine of protest.
"I am NOT doing yoga, Guy," you croaked. "Let me die in the dark."
"Nonsense!" he declared, though his volume was noticeably dialed down to a rumbling baritone.
He scooped you up effortlessly, cradling your body against his bulky chest. "The Springtime of Youth does not surrender to uterine distress! But," he paused, pressing a kiss to your temple, "it does allow for negotiation."
He carried you to the center of the tatami mat and laid you down lovingly.
"Negotiation?"
"Three modified stretches," he bargained. "Ten minutes of deep breathing to open your chakra pathways." He leaned in closer to finish his proposal. "And in return, I will personally carry you to the onsen and feed you sweet dumplings until you fall asleep in my arms."
"Can we do sweet dumplings first and then hot springs?" you asked with pleading puppy eyes.
"You got yourself a deal, my lotus!" He chanted, helping you stand up straight so you could begin your stretching session.
Kiba
The ruthless ache anchored deep in your pelvis made simply existing feel like an impossible task; your head ached so bad it felt like it was about to explode. You traded your jeans for sweatpants after you came home from work, and collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, waiting for the painkillers to finally kick in. You tossed and turned against the sheets, desperate for any kind of release from the discomfort.
You didn't hear the front door open, only the faint click of your bedroom door that barely registered over the hammering in your head. What gave him away was the sudden shift in the air, a clear trace of petrichor and pine creeping into the room.
Kiba leaned lazily against the doorframe, his wolf-like eyes raking over your messy form. A wicked smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"Damn, you look so hot. Is all that for me?"
What was wrong with men and their weird habit of finding you hot on your absolute worst days? I'm in literal sweatpants.
You didn't even have the energy to glare at him properly. "Kiba, please, not today," you grunted, burying your feverish face into your hands. "This is not the time nor the place."
A low puff of amusement escaped him. He pushed off the wood, crossing the room with padded steps.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he murmured. "I could smell your hormones dropping from a mile away, duh."
You let out a heavy sigh, wanting nothing more than to curl into a miserable little ball. "Then let me suffer in peace. Bye."
You didn't even get the chance to fully roll away. The mattress dipped heavily behind you, his arm surrounding your waist, keeping you in place as his broad chest pressed closer against your spine.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tongue dragging a slick line against your skin. The sharp inhale he took and the soft heat of his mouth sent a comforting wave straight down your back.
"Well," he teased, his voice dropping into a rough but incredibly suggestive beat. "I know a few ways to ease the ache."
He shifted closer, his warmth acting as the perfect human heating pad against your lower back, but the friction of his hips pressing into you told a slightly different story.
"Besides," his teeth nipped against your pulse point, his feral edge completely melting into an intoxicating devotion. "This drop in your scent always drives me insane."
You finally turned to face him, staring right into his eyes. You batted your eyelashes, your defenses crumbling as he leaned in closer and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.
His left hand slid down your back, his fingers massaging firmly against your lower spine. The heavy pressure relieved the tension for a second, pulling a relieved sigh from your throat.
"Hmm, Kiba. That feels so much better," you breathed, leaning your weight completely into his hold.
"I know, baby. I gotcha," was the only thing he managed to mutter before pressing his forehead against yours. He then dropped his face to your collarbone, biting gently at the sensitive skin. He pulled the thick blanket over both of you, entwining his legs with yours so you were surrounded by his heat.
"Gosh, your body heat is literally magic," you cooed, the cramps finally starting to ease under his touch.
"See? Even when you want to kick me out, your body literally can't resist me, huh? C'mere, let me show you another way to make the pain go away."
Kakashi
Staring at merchant trade maps for six hours straight was exhausting on a good day, but doing it while your uterus felt like a literal war zone was pure torture. You had fought tooth and nail for the Village Liaison position at the Hokage's tower, but the physical toll of your cycle had entirely eclipsed any sign of your ambition today.
You had spent the entire morning trying to hide the gnawing waves of cramps that kept pulling you out of your focus, and you thought you were hiding it well enough from the rest of the tower staff, but you could never hide it from Kakashi.
He was in the building quite often most days, reviewing mission reports or tending to the Hokage’s endless requests. Lately, he had been using those tasks as a thinly veiled excuse to loiter in your workspace, casually claiming the lavender armchair in the corner as his official spot, and turning the pages of his crude orange book while you deciphered trade manifests in total silence. Except today, that silence felt heavy, charged with the weight of his unblinking attention.
He didn't stare, of course, that would be too obvious even for him, but he was a man who noticed everything. He watched the pained flicker of your eyelids when you stood up to reach a high shelf, and how you pressed your lips into a thin line every time you sank back into your chair.
He recognized the subtle signs of physical distress a little too well.
It wasn’t until he looked away from his book to check on you that he finally understood the real reason behind it. When you pulled a small blister pack of pills from your bag, his eye caught the label in a split second, the pieces clicking together right before him.
Oh, so you were feeling that kind of pain.
Now, back in the comfort of your own place after a dreadful day at the office, you groaned, trying to find a proper position in your bed. You pulled the thick duvet completely over your head as another crushing contraction tore through your abdomen and legs.
The weight of the afternoon dragged on until a knock at your front door finally broke the silence.
"Who is it?"
“Hey. It's me," came Kakashi's muffled, lazy drawl.
You dragged yourself out of bed, opening the door just a crack. He stood there in his standard casual clothes, holding a stack of trade route maps you had intentionally left behind at the archives.
"You left these on the desk," he lied effortlessly, because he knew you didn’t have any plans on bringing work home. A quick brow pinch of genuine concern betrayed his casual posture the second he saw how pale your face was.
"Thanks, Kakashi, but honestly... not today. I clocked out thirty minutes ago," you mumbled, leaning your head against the doorframe, far too exhausted to deal with office talk, or any talk for that matter.
“I see… It’s fine. Why don’t you go get some rest? I'll just leave these on the kitchen island.” His eye curved into a softened gaze as he blatantly ignored your dismissal, slipping right past you and into your apartment. You were in too much pain to argue.
“Right. Just don’t… mind the mess, please,” you sighed in defeat, promptly retreating back to the dark sanctuary of your bedroom.
When you finally woke up from a two-hour nap, the simmering coil in your stomach had dulled to a manageable ache, so you decided to stand up and at least tidy up what you could. But the moment you shuffled out into the living room, you stopped dead in your tracks.
It wasn't deep-cleaned, but the piles and piles of stray papers were organized. The coffee mug you’d left out was rinsed alongside the small pile of dirty dishes from the night before, and the heart-warming smell of a covered bowl of fresh Okayu drifted from the stove.
Sitting on the kitchen counter, right next to a glass of water and a blister pack of the exact same painkillers he had seen you taking, was his worn, overfamiliar orange book. A small sticky note was slapped onto the cover, his characteristically messy handwriting scribbled hastily across the paper.
“Hopefully this helps you laugh a bit through the pain :) It usually works for me. I’ll come by later. — K”
Shino
You were the type who treated physical ailments like a personal challenge. While most people would immediately reach for a bottle of pain relievers, you preferred to raw dog your way through it.
Every. Single. Time.
Today, however, the twisting cramps in your lower abdomen were testing all limits of your resolve.
You were curled tightly on the edge of the living room rug, your jaw locked as you forcefully tried to focus on the scroll in your lap. A vicious spike of pain tore through your core again, pulling a small gasp from your throat.
Shino had been observing you from the other side of the room for the last ten minutes. His dark glasses completely concealed his eyes, but his (hyper) focused posture gave him away. He noticed your shallow breathing and the way your knuckles turned stark white against the parchment every second, and at this point, he'd had enough.
He knew your stubbornness intimately, he knew you way too well, aware that if he offered a soothing cup of medicinal tea or suggested you lie down, your knee-jerk reaction would be to wave him off.
So, he simply bypassed the argument at once.
His ghost-like footsteps barely registered before he dropped onto the floor right behind you. His arms slid around your waist, pulling your back flush against his solid chest, his soothing touch already consuming you.
"Shino, I'm fine," you grunted, though your voice lacked any real conviction.
"You are not! Why? Because your body language suggests otherwise." His deep voice was a rumble against your spine. "And you do not have to prove your endurance to me."
He didn't give you the chance to argue. His hands found their way under your sweater and moved to rest directly over your stomach. The hum of his chakra resonated against your skin as he quietly ordered his kikaichu to disperse across your abdomen, completely hidden beneath the fabric layers.
A flowing heat bloomed across your skin. It was far more effective than anything you could’ve tried, melting into your muscles and making you relax instantly. The relief was so jarring that a heavy sigh ripped its way out of your chest, making your hardheaded posture completely dissolve as your head fell back onto his shoulder.
"Better," he wooed, his thumb gently stroking the skin near your waistband.
"Sneaky," you breathed through a small chuckle, closing your eyes to relax under his touch.
"Efficiency requires a silent approach," he cooed, adjusting his high-collared coat to completely envelop you in his warmth.
Naruto
“Shiiit,” you cursed as you dropped the laundry basket. The loud clatter of plastic spilling clothes echoed against the hardwood as you sank down right beside it, completely winded. The pain in your lower back finally peaked into an overpowering cramp.
The front door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud thump.
"I'm HOOOOOME—" Naruto's happy voice rang through the apartment, cutting off into a gasp as he saw you on the floor. He took in the scattered laundry and your trembling form curled on the floor, tension gripping his jaw.
He dropped his takeout bags and crossed the distance in a millisecond, dropping to his knees with panic in his eyes. "Who did this? Are we under attack? What happened?“ he babbled.
His hands hovered over your body like he was terrified he might break you, inspecting you for any signs of injuries.
"Naruto," you croaked, taking a deep breath, "It's just my cycle."
He blinked.
The trepidation fully drained from his face, replaced by pure relief.
"Oh. Oh." He let out a nervous laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Right. Okay. Yeah, yeah, I totally knew that."
He scooped you right off the floor, pulling your frame flush against his chest.
His body ran notoriously hot, so the immediate friction of his skin against yours acted like a giant human heating pad against your cramping muscles.
"I brought Ichiraku for you," he coaxed, carrying you toward the bedroom. He deposited you carefully onto the mattress, pulling the blanket right up to your chin.
"Don't move, I'll be right back."
He sprinted back down the hall to retrieve the abandoned takeout and returned with the brown bags, crawling in beside you to share his body heat once again.
"We are getting you comfortable, and I am feeding you noodles until you feel better," his voice losing its goofy edge and settling into something more tender, more caring.
You didn't even have the energy to say you weren't really hungry as he unpacked the takeout containers directly onto the bed. He blew on a cluster of noodles to cool them down for you, completely determined to heal your pain with pork broth and his unadulterated love.
Sasuke
You were staring at the glass jar on the kitchen counter with burning rage. What should have been a minor inconvenience had quickly escalated into a wave of hormonal fury.
The metal lid refused to budge, your hands shaking as you twisted it again, the friction burning your skin.
“Why won’t you open, you little—”
Sasuke leaned against the doorframe, silently watching you wage war against the inanimate object. It was almost funny.
Almost.
But he knew any wrong move would result in that havoc being projected somewhere else, or worse, onto someone else. He was smarter than that; he would not volunteer as a tribute to this impending massacre happening in the kitchen of your shared house.
When you finally slammed the jar down and let out a frustrated sob, he pushed off the wood. He knew your cycle made your emotions swing out of control, way more than you even admitted most of the time, turning the smallest obstacles into total tragedies.
He stepped into the room, closing the distance between you. Reaching past your shoulder, he took the glass from your grip, gave it a single twist, and the lid popped open.
“Thank you, Sasuke…” You could barely look at him. “It's stupid," you choked out, wiping the tears of frustration spilling over your lashes. "I'm just so mad for no reason."
Sasuke set the jar aside and took you in his gaze. He didn't offer a logical solution or tell you to calm down, because he knew that would only make the situation infinitely worse. Instead, he turned you around and pulled you tight against his body.
"I know," he hushed, his fingers tangling into your hair to gently press your face into the crook of his neck.
You gripped his shirt, letting the irrational anger and frustration evaporate. He steadied you right there in the middle of the kitchen, swaying you slightly to calm you down in the ways he knew best.
"Take your time," he breathed against your temple, his reassuring presence absorbing every ounce of your oscillating mood.
Itachi
You had spent the last twenty minutes reorganizing the books and scrolls on Itachi's bookshelf. His diligent nature usually made this a calming task for you, and you took pride in helping him, but today, you were desperate to burn off the stifling wave of hormonal anxiety clawing at your chest.
Every little thing felt too intense.
The binding of a heavy medical text refused to sit properly against the others, and the minor inconvenience actually made your eyes burn with frustrated tears.
“Why can’t you stay put—” you hissed, forcefully shoving the book into place.
"The categorizations are color-coded, yet you have placed anatomy in the center of the summoning section."
You jumped violently, and your shoulder slammed hard into the edge of the wooden shelf.
“Oh, fuck,” you hissed, instinctively grabbing your collarbone as the stinging pain radiated down your arm.
The room fell dead silent.
Itachi was standing in the doorway. You hadn't even sensed his presence until now, but his dark eyes were already analyzing the tense line of your spine.
"Are you alright?”
"I'm fine." You swallowed hard, turning around and forcing a counterfeit smile. "It's just my shoulder. I’m… doing some rearranging."
He didn't even blink.
He stepped fully into the room, his presence crowding out your messy energy. "I did not take you for the kind that would ever lie," he observed, stopping just a breath away from you. "Especially to me."
The gentle chastise completely dissolved your defenses. Your fake smile faded while your hands dropped uselessly to your sides, the exhaustion of your mood swing finally showing.
“Sorry, ‘tachi. I guess my body is just being difficult," you whispered, feeling ridiculous in front of him. "I'm overwhelmed for absolutely no reason.”
He reached out, his long fingers catching your wrist to guide you away from the shelf. With all the care in the world, he gathered you into his arms, wrapping you in a cocoon of his radiating warmth and safety.
"You do not need a reason to seek comfort,” he cooed, his chin coming to rest gently on the crown of your head.
You surrendered instantly, burying your face in the soft cotton of his black yukata. His hand settled firmly between your shoulder blades, his thumb mapping a slow circle to anchor your racing thoughts. He was content to just stand there and hold you together until the storm in your mind and body passed.
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Naruto characters n how they show their devotion to you.
tw Yandere-ish <3
include: sasuke, naruto, itachi, kakashi, gaara,
Uchiha Sasuke
- unspoken, inescapable devotion
Sasuke does not say it aloud. He does not need to. The depth of his devotion is written in the way his gaze lingers half a second longer than it should, in the way his presence shifts almost imperceptibly to stand closer to you, in the way your name forms in his mind before he can think of anything else.
He does not understand how it happened—how you managed to carve a place for yourself within him so effortlessly. But now that you are there, he cannot dislodge you. It frustrates him, this quiet tether, this unshakable attachment that follows him even into battle, even into his darkest thoughts. You have become a constant, a presence woven into his every breath.
He is not soft, nor does he seek to smother you with affection. But if you were to fall, he would catch you before you even realized you were slipping. If you were to call for him, he would be there before the sound had finished leaving your lips. And if you were ever to leave, you would take something from him that he would never be able to replace.
He does not say it. But you must know.
Uzumaki Naruto
- open, unbreakable devotion
Naruto does not love in halves. He does not know how. When he cares for someone, it is with his entire being, without hesitation, without restraint. You are no exception.
His devotion is in the way he looks for you first in a crowded room, in the way he saves you the last bite of his favorite food, in the way your happiness has become as important to him as his own. He does not try to hide it—why would he? He wants you to know. Wants you to understand that no matter where you go, no matter what happens, he is there. Always.
There is no condition to it. No expectation of anything in return. He simply is, unwavering in the way he chooses you, again and again, without question. He will stand beside you for as long as you allow him to, and even if the world were to collapse, even if you pushed him away, he would wait. Because he is yours, and there is nothing in this life or the next that could change that.
Uchiha Itachi
- quiet, thoughtful devotion
Itachi is deliberate in all things, and his devotion to you is no different. He does not need grand gestures, nor does he need to speak of it—his care is in the details, in the things he does without needing to be asked.
It is in the way he ensures you never walk on the outer edge of a path. In the way he subtly shifts conversations away from topics he knows you dislike. In the way he listens—not just to your words, but to what you don’t say, to the emotions behind them, to the truths you think you’ve hidden.
He is not possessive, nor does he demand space in your life. But he is there, always. A steady, unwavering presence that remains even when the rest of the world feels uncertain. And if you were to turn to him, to ask for anything, he would give it without hesitation. Not because he must, but because it is you. And there is nothing he would not do for you.
Hatake Kakashi
- reluctant, unshakable devotion
Kakashi does not want to feel this way. He does not want to care for someone so deeply, to tether himself to something fragile and fleeting. But it is already too late.
You are in his thoughts without invitation, lingering in the quiet spaces of his mind, creeping into moments where he least expects you. He catches himself looking for you before he even realizes he is doing it. He tells himself it is habit, something simple, something meaningless. But it is not. It is something far heavier.
He will never say it, never admit how much space you have taken within him. But his actions betray him. He will place himself between you and harm before you even notice the threat. He will remember things you mentioned only in passing, bringing them up months later as if they were never forgotten. He will ensure you are safe, cared for, protected, even if it costs him everything.
It is not something he will ever ask you to see. But it is there, in every quiet act, in every unspoken promise. And whether you know it or not, he will always choose you.
Gaara
- deep, instinctive devotion
Gaara does not have the words for it. This feeling. This need to have you near, to know that you are safe, to ensure that nothing in this world can ever take you from him.
It is not desperation, nor is it obsession. It is simply fact, as undeniable as the sand beneath his feet. He exists, and you exist, and that is all that has ever mattered.
His devotion is not something he voices. He does not shower you with words of affection, does not seek to make himself known in loud declarations. But he is there. A constant, unshakable presence. If you are tired, he will notice before you do. If you are troubled, he will not ask, but he will stay. If you are in danger, there will be no hesitation, no thought—only action.
You are the only softness he allows himself, the only warmth he has ever known. And if you were ever to leave, if you were ever to slip from his grasp, he is not sure he would know how to exist in the empty space you left behind.
Headcanon that Kakashi picks up on AuDHD partner's forgetfulness and starts using his sharingan to help them during those "walked into a room and can't remember why" moments.
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Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake,
Warnings: NSFW and SFW descriptions, tables turned against you
♡ Naruto isn’t exactly subtle when he gets flustered, and teasing him is like pressing a big red button. If you compliment him in an over-the-top way—like calling him “strong and heroic” with mock seriousness—he’ll grin at first, thinking you’re being genuine. But the moment he realizes you’re teasing, his face turns bright red, and he stammers out something incoherent while scratching the back of his neck. “H-Hey! I mean, yeah, I am pretty strong… but you don’t have to make a big deal out of it!”
♡ His attempts to play it cool usually backfire hilariously. If you tease him about how cute he looks when he’s mad, he’ll immediately prove your point by getting even madder. “Mad?! I’m not mad, I’m—wait, stop smiling like that!”
♡ Naruto doesn’t like to lose, even in teasing battles, so if you keep pushing, he’ll fight back in the most chaotic ways. Expect tickle attacks, goofy faces, or him grabbing you and spinning you around until you’re laughing so hard you can’t tease him anymore. “Ha! Now you can’t talk, can you? I win!”
♡ Naruto is weak for your voice, especially when you drop it to a sultry, teasing tone. If you lean in close and whisper something suggestive, like how much you’ve been thinking about him or how good he looks shirtless, he’s immediately turned on. His throat tightens, and he gets a little dizzy from how fast his blood rushes south. “You can’t just say stuff like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself, y’know…”
♡ One second he can be stumbling over a compliment you've given him and the next a complete different person, especially if you try to tease him further. For example, your hand trailing along his thigh under the table or your fingertips brushing over the waistband of his pants when you pass by drives him fucking crazy. He’ll catch your wrist, his grip firm but not rough, and pull you close, eyes dark with need. “You know you’re not subtle, right? If you wanted my cock that bad, you could’ve just said so.”
♡ Naruto gets so turned on when you pretend like you’re not doing anything on purpose—like pressing your ass against him when you “accidentally” back into him or lightly dragging your nails over his abs while pretending to admire them. He chuckles, low and rough, before leaning down to murmur in your ear. "Why are you acting all innocent now? I know what you're trying to do. You want me to fuck you, right?"
♡ He loves when you accidentally make sounds, especially when you were acting all confident and trying to tease him. It makes him want to take you right then and there. He loves knowing that you get turned on just from messing with him. His grin gets wider when he leans in close. “That sound? Fuck, that’s hot. Bet you’ll be moaning a lot louder when I’m inside you.”
♡ At first, teasing Shikamaru doesn’t seem to do much. He’ll sigh dramatically, lazily leaning back while pretending not to care. His typical response? A half-smile and a nonchalant, “How troublesome…” But that tiny smirk on his lips? It gives him away every time. “You’re putting way too much effort into this. What a drag.”
♡ Shikamaru is a master at flipping your teasing back on you without lifting a finger. If you comment on how “cool” or “handsome” he is in an exaggerated tone, he’ll nod casually, throwing in a dry, “Yeah, I get that a lot,” just to annoy you.
♡ If you push him too far, he’ll give you a small, knowing smirk and drop a sarcastic comment that leaves you sputtering. His dry humour hits right where it hurts—in the funniest way possible. “You’re teasing me now, but you’re going to trip over your own joke in a second. Just wait.”
♡ Shikamaru loves when you’re direct. If you lean in close and whisper something dirty, like how much you’ve been thinking about his cock or how wet you are, he gives you a lazy grin that’s equal parts amused and turned on. “Troublesome woman. You’re bold today, huh? That’s dangerous, you know.”
♡ If you try to rile him up by brushing against him “accidentally” or kissing him in a way that doesn’t quite go far enough, Shikamaru plays along—at first. He’s patient, letting you think you’re in control, but he’s calculating every move. When he’s had enough, he’ll pull you onto his lap and tilt your chin up with his fingers, speaking in that low, slow voice that makes your stomach flip. “You think you’ve got me all worked up? Cute. Let’s see who’s teasing who now.”
♡ Shikamaru loves it when you're on top and grind yourself against his cock - it's a failed attempt at teasing really, especially when he’s too “lazy” to do more than groan softly and put his hands behind his head. He’ll let you take your time, enjoying every roll of your hips without rushing things. “Huh, guess you weren’t lying about being turned on. I bet you’re soaked already."
♡ When finally you go too far and the haze is too much even for him he doesn’t get rough; instead, he smirks and takes control in that maddeningly calm, deliberate way, dragging out every touch just to make you squirm. His calm demeanour only makes it more intense when his fingers finally dip between your folds, testing just how wet you are. “You’ve been asking for this all night. Now sit still for just a second..”
♡ Sasuke’s initial reaction to teasing is almost always a glare. He’ll scoff or mutter something under his breath, trying to act like he doesn’t care. But the way his jaw tightens or how his eyes flick away from yours for a second gives away that he’s just barely tolerating it—because it’s you. "Hn. Do you ever stop talking?"
♡ Sasuke isn’t one to engage in playful banter, but if you really push him, he’ll quietly turn the tables on you in a way that leaves you flustered. A quick, dry remark or a barely-there smirk is all it takes to remind you he’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be. “If you have time to mess with me, maybe you should find something useful to do.”
♡ He doesn't rise to the bait with words. Instead, he retaliates in small, calculated ways—like stepping closer so his presence feels heavy, brushing past you deliberately, or locking eyes just a little too long. His quiet dominance makes you second-guess whether you’re still the one in control. “Are you done yet?”
♡ Even though he acts cold, Sasuke can’t hide his soft spot for you entirely. If someone else joins in on teasing you, his demeanour shifts to something even colder, his sharp words quickly shutting them down. “Mind your own business. This doesn’t involve you.”
♡ Despite his composed demeanour, Sasuke’s soft spot for you slips out in subtle ways—like the faint smirk he gives when you’re being particularly cheeky or the way he leans slightly closer when you tease him. He won’t admit it, but he likes the attention from you only. “You’re lucky you’re not completely insufferable.”
♡ Sasuke admires your confidence but refuses to let you get the upper hand. When you run your fingers along his chest or brush your lips against his jawline, he doesn’t pull away or react immediately. Instead, he watches you with sharp, calculating eyes, letting you think you’re in control—for now. “That’s it? I thought you’d be braver than that.”
♡ If you get bold enough to murmur filthy words in his ear—telling him how wet you are or how much you’ve been thinking about his cock—Sasuke doesn’t blush or fluster. Instead, his jaw tightens, and his lips curl into a faint, humourless smirk as his dark eyes pierce into yours. “You talk too much. Why don’t you show me instead?”
♡ Sasuke really doesn't get flustered when you tease him, instead his cock twitches when you grind against him or sit on his lap - whilst his face is completely straight, he doesn’t lose his composure as easily as other men might. His hands settle on your hips, holding you firmly but without rushing. He lets you take the lead for a moment, but the intensity in his gaze warns that he won’t let you stay in control for long. “Tch. You’re always so demanding… enjoy my mercy whilst it lasts."”
♡ Kakashi is hard to fluster, so your teasing rarely gets an obvious reaction. Instead, he raises a brow or gives you that infamous eye crinkle, his amusement barely hidden behind his mask. He lets you think you’re in control, but his relaxed demeanour makes it clear he’s enjoying the game. “Oh? That’s cute. You’ve been practising your teasing all for me, haven’t you?”
♡ If you tease him about his mask or his obsession with Icha Icha. Kakashi doesn’t just let it slide. He’s quick with a sly comeback, usually something flirty enough to leave you second-guessing whether he’s joking or serious. "Careful, teasing me about Icha Icha. I might have to give you a demonstration. Unless that's what you've been aiming for this entire time?"
♡ Kakashi’s first reaction to any teasing about his age is the classic, unimpressed eye crinkle. He doesn’t get mad, but his expression screams, Really? That’s what you’re going with? “If I’m old, then you must like older men. Should I be flattered?”
♡ One of Kakashi's biggest turn-ons is the allure of mystery, so when you tug at his mask or pretend you’re going to pull it down to try and tease him, his cock awakens instantly. He doesn’t stop you but lets you toy with him, enjoying the game just as much as the payoff. “Not so fast. If you want more, you’ll have to earn it.”
♡ Kakashi thrives on verbal teasing as much as physical. If you call him a pervert or mention his obsession with Icha Icha, it only spurs him on. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, and murmurs something that makes your knees weak. “Pervert, huh? Let me show you just how imaginative all that reading has made me.”
♡ The table always ends up reversed against you. Kakashi is an absolute master of teasing. He's not shy about dragging things out either, especially when you tried to play a grandmaster at his own game. He loves running his cock along your folds without pushing inside or stopping just when you're about to cum. The more you whimper the more it makes him tease you to teach you a lesson. “Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to those who wait… or beg.”
he acts chill but would be overprotective on the inside. given that everyone he ever loved was ripped away from him by the time he was a teenager, the sheer, crushing terror of fatherhood would hit him like a freight train.
he’d spend the first few months checking if she’s breathing every ten minutes, wrapped tightly in a blanket cocoon, because the thought of losing a piece of his own heart would genuinely paralyze him.
remembering his own profoundly lonely, silent childhood after sakumo’s death, kakashi makes a silent vow that his daughter will never wonder if she is loved. he tells her he loves her constantly, frames every single horribly messy finger-painting she makes, and hangs them proudly in the living room right next to framed photos of team 7 and obito/rin.
he refuses to take off his mask even around the house, until bedtime. she spends her toddler years obsessed with trying to sneakily pull his mask down to see what's underneath. she sets up tiny ninja traps, hides behind couches, and uses substitution logs to ambush him and kakashi dramatically plays along every single time, letting her "almost" catch him just to keep the game fun.
very unfazed by tantrums and handles them very well.
he definitely lets her practice hairstyles on him while he reads his book.
you will see this legendary, feared ninja walking around the leaf village with pastel pink butterfly clips in his silver hair.
he doesn't even take them out when he goes to report to anyone. "kakashi, what's on your head?"
"ah. my daughter says i'm a fairy prince today, please respect the title."
he learned how to french braid via shadow clones so he could practice on himself first.
he takes bath duty and bedtime duty very seriously.
you’ll hear him through the door, doing silly voices to read her bedtime stories (and yes, he reads standard fairy tales, absolutely not his usual books).
once she is finally asleep, he comes back to your room, completely exhausted but looking so fulfilled.
he will wrap his arms around you from behind, bury his face in your neck, and sigh."she looks just like you when she sleeps," he’ll murmur, kissing your shoulder. "thank you for giving her to me."
secretly keeps every poorly drawn crayon portrait she ever made laminated inside his flak jacket pocket
packkun and the other ninken are basically her personal stuffed animals.
you'll find her napping on a giant pile of ninja hounds while kakashi watches with a soft crinkle in his eye.
he carries her everywhere on his shoulders, even when she gets a bit too old for it.
he gives her his old, oversized forehead protectors to wear as a headband or a belt.
when she starts learning jutsu, he is so obnoxiously proud.
he'll show up to her academy matches with a tiny banner that says "go princess!" and cheer with zero shame.
overall he would be a very chill lowkey protective dad who’s tries his best!
a little bit of indulgence as a gift to myself for my bday~
yuri!! on ice was one of the first anime i watched HAHA and figure skater kakashi is such a delicious concept i couldn't resist
as i was drawing this, an absolute bunch of headcanons popped up into my head, which i shall be typing down below:
1) Sakumo was a very well known skater—before rumours of drug usage popped up and blew up suspiciously quickly thus ending his career—all because he had stood up for one of his rinkmates against a similar allegation.
2) Kakashi, who at the time loved watching his dad skate, suddenly was bombarded as he was let out of elementary school by reporters, and news of his dad's ban from competing and the civilians' view on the man confused little Kashi, who only knew Sakumo as his cool and kind dad.
3) Kakashi started skating very young, both the influence of his father and his friends, and his own innate talent for the sport blooming.
4) After the scandal his dad faced, Kakashi became a stickler for every single rule given by the skating commitee, even though he was years off of competing age. This resulted in his skating being cutthroat and precise, lacking free movement and artistry that his father was known for.
5) His dad had withdrawn into himself as the months went by—only after one of his old rinkmates pestered him for answers and lab reports did the truth come out. The lab reports that Sakumo had been given were fake. A press conference detailing the truth was held, but it was too late. The damage to his reputation, and the subsequent pressure put onto the young and prodigious Kakashi, already cut deep.
6) Obito and Rin shared the same rink and coach as Kakashi, both being two years older than him.
7) Namikaze Minato was their coach, who had taken a season off from his own competing to be more present for his wife at home.
8) Minato's nickname back when he was competitively on the rink was "Yellow Flash" due to his bright blond hair, and his skating which looked like he was gliding in a smooth line across the rink, and his insane jump combos.
9) Kakashi got the scar on his eye due to accidentally blocking a hockey puck (from an antagonising bunch of kids sharing the rink that day) too close to his face—the grazing causing his left eye to become slightly clouded—so that the object didn't hit Obito. He still has vision in that eye, but it is extremely blurry.
10) Kakashi moved into the same apartment complex as Minato-sensei during his first junior season, because it was closer to the rink.
11) His relationship with his father had soured over the years—until the press conference happened, halfway through his first junior season. That resulted in his next two skates being choppy—too rigid, failing jumps he hadn't since he was eight.
okay that's it im out of juice now but I can probably cook up much more given inspiration :P
12) Obito was jealous of Kakashi at first, but after Kakashi protected him on the rink, he'd been trying to get him to actually talk with him. Scathing words were thrown from Kakashi which Obito didn't understand why until he saw the news of the new press conference, and then declared that Sakumo was his original inspiration for skating, and that framing him for something like standing up for his teammate was stupid, and that he would've done the same. This, inadvertently, changes how Kakashi views things, but he has to win a mental battle against all that he's been told over the years v/s believing in his father/the truth.
13) Obviously, Obito isn't the only factor in this equation, as Minato has been helping him as much as he can, and Rin, being his rinkmate, has always been kind to Kakashi regardless of what media says Kakashi is like and how Kakashi himself behaves.
