#lemony smutters

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I have had a craving for some good Lemony smut recently. Just sayn'.

dunno if it's any good (or if you still have a craving since this request is now months & months [i'm so sorry] old), but here ya go!

TItle: Last (sequel to First) Summary:  Kakashi decides he's finally ready. Word Count: 5,511 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, fem!reader, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise kink (if you squint), biting (playful - mostly), alcohol .

Kakashi knows this is a terrible idea.  It's late, he's exhausted, the mission was awful and long he's so tired he can barely keep his knees from buckling.

But he isn't ready to go home.  After two weeks on the road—hiding in the brush, sleeping in the dirt—he isn't ready to return to the echo chamber of his apartment.  Is not prepared to face the dark alone again.  So he makes his way toward the one place he knows he is certain to find signs of life; a shinobi bar tucked away in the northwestern corner of Konoha.  A dingy hole in the wall hidden behind half a dozen security seals that is always open, always filled with other warm bodies.  Any day, any hour, you will always find other commiserative souls here.

He expects the muffled whoosh as he steps through the seals before the sounds inside assault his ears.  He expects the laughter, the clinking of glassware.  Expects the dim light and heavy smoke that strain his natural eye.  Expects the astringent scent of booze, the faint underlying notes of flint and blood and weapon oil.

What he does not expect—could never have anticipated—is you.

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multi-chapter fics

for when you want something with a little more meat on its bones!

please note: specific warnings are listed by chapter:

the cost of love (sex worker!kakashi au; divorced fem!reader; minor age gap [6 years]; ongoing! and recently taken off anon don’t ask)

scent of a camellia (mafia/flower shop au; fem!reader; ongoing!) part one / part two

do it for me (related kinky one-shots, fem!reader; ongoing!) dance for me (lingerie, face sitting, missionary) wear this for me (v. light bondage, edging, overstim) sit still for me (bondage, sensory deprivation, breath play, creative use of kage bunshin) - coming soon! try something for me (pegging, humor) - coming soon!

nice to meet you (fem!reader, baker!reader; complete!) part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven a / part seven b (18+ only, nsfw)

helping hands (fem!MC, historical romance au; ongoing!)

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chapter sixteen >>> part fifteen here. hi hello. it is the smut that most of y'all probably were waiting for the rest of this too-long fic. at least i thought so but tbh the chapter before this got way more comments on ao3 than this one so what do i even know? lol

Title: Helping Hands (part 16 of 17) (AO3 Link Here) Chapter Summary: Distance makes the heart grow louder. Chapter Word Count: 12,188 (oops) Chapter Warnings: fem!MC, smut, cunnilingus, vaginal sex .

No one called him Lord Kakashi in Konoha, nor on the journey toward it.  It was always Kakashi-san or Kakashi-senpai or even, occasionally, Hatake-sama if it were some bootlicking naval recruit who’d not yet made rank and insisted on prostrating himself before such a decorated Commander.

None of the titles sounded right; none of them were the one he most wanted to hear.  None of them were spoken in the voice he truly wished they were.

“Kakashi!”

Gai, at least, could be relied upon to call him only by his name, to be absolute and unchanging no matter where in the world they met each other.  Last time at the Hatake Estate and now at the Maito homestead, where Gai rolled out to meet him at the front gate.

Kakashi beamed at his old friend as he approached, embraced him even though he rather preferred not to.

“Congratulations, Gai,” he said, meaning it with every part of himself.

When Gai peered around him, a confused look pinching his face together, Kakashi turned, assuming some strange thing was happening behind him.  But there was nothing.

“Where is she?” Gai asked.

And Kakashi turned toward his old friend, a perfect mask of neutrality already in place.

“I’m not sure who you mean,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back to disguise the way they flinched and trembled.

Gai only glared, the burning irritation in his belly worse than the last time he’d eaten poor fish on an empty stomach.  “You know well who I mean,” he asserted loudly, “and it is more than a shame you did not bring her with you as I intended.”

He turned his wheelchair then, and began rolling away.  “Come on, I am angry, but there is much to do, regardless of your stupidity.”

Kakashi took his chastisement in stride, part of him rather gleeful that Gai was not pulling any punches.  He gathered his travel bag and Pakkun in his arms to follow the groom to be, listening to his chatter about all the ceremony preparations yet to be completed.  Lord Kakashi ignored the stifling compression he felt in his chest when he turned and there was no one walking beside him.

It was a feeling of disappointment he would become intimately familiar with during his visit.

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I love your work and I’m so happy you’re taking time for yourself! Please keep doing whatever you need for yourself! You don’t have to respond but I love your work so much and I do have a request. Please ignore me if you don’t want to write! ♥️

My shameless ask is: “this will be the workout of your life” -Kakashi

hey there, friend. sorry for the five-month wait. i hope you're doing well if you're still hanging around (and hope it's okay i went fem!reader on this i realized after i wrote it you did not specify). thanks for sending this in; i hope you're having a great day! fyi, these, uh, rather *athletic* sex positions were taken from sexpositions.club, an EXTREMELY nsfw website. many thanks to @kankuroplease and @wind-becomes-lightning for keeping me entertained with these one day in april (while, yes, i was definitely at work). hope y'all like the ones i chose to include.

Title: Calisthenics Summary: You never expected the first time Kakashi told you you'd be getting the workout of your life would be under these circumstances.... not that you're complaining. Word Count: 6,048 Warnings: fem!reader, 18+ only, NSFW, vaginal fingering, fellatio, vaginal sex, sparring as foreplay, ludicrous sex positions, plot what plot, idk y'all this characterization is a mess i hope you at least get a chuckle out of it. .

“Oof.”

Another grunt as you block a roundhouse kick, heels sliding back in the dirt from the force.

A fist collides with your shoulder because you’re too preoccupied with the foot to deflect it.

“Argh!”

The sweat dotting your brow is as much a result of your exertion as your irritation.

You drop low, kicking your leg out, but your opponent jumps over it easily, springing onto his hands and back upright again in a blink.

“Damn it!”

Your fatal mistake is taking your eyes off him to curse toward the sky for only a moment.

Before you’re ready for him, Kakashi’s arms wrap harshly around your waist and you topple to the ground, arm extended in a painful lock with his legs wrapped around your torso.

You struggle, jolting your hips to try and break his grasp, but it’s no use.

You’ve lost.  Again.

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intrusive nsfw kakashi thoughts:

your grip tightening in his hair as you ride his face hard, legs already shaking.

kakashi’s grateful moan vibrating against your clit, arms wrapping around your hips to pull you that much closer, lost in the taste of you.

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Hello, how about I propose you a challenge of a kakashi x reader story where our beloved reader is pregnant with her first male child and begins to restore the hatake clan; I like that you give it a touch of sentimental aura where the two of them remember their difficult moments, loneliness, the loss of their loved ones, etc. and their fluff moments, the first time they met (if it is as children better), their first crush, confession, marriage proposal, etc.If you don't want to write it, thanks!

hey there anons.  thanks for your patience if you’re still hanging around the blog.  i know one of the requests came in oct 21st of last year, and the other even before that, so i’m sorry it’s been so long.

the only adjustment i’ve really made aside from combining these two together is that the gender of the baby is not specified because i don’t like to think kakashi is the sort of person who would care about the gender of his child as far as perpetuating the clan line.  hope that’s okay.  <3

Title:  Generations Summary:  There was a time when Kakashi thought the Hatake clan would die with him.  Now, he looks forward to the future.  With you. Word Count:   Warnings:  fem!reader, 18+ only, NSFW, pregnancy & pregnancy sex, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, mentions of canonical character death .

When you first realized you were pregnant, you weren’t entirely sure how Kakashi would react. He’d never mentioned wanting children and since it came as a bit of a surprise, it wasn’t as if the two of you were exactly ready, even if it was something you knew you wanted for yourself someday.

It had been a lot for him to take in, it seemed.  His reaction at first had been to shut down almost completely.  When you told him the news, his face went as blank as an ANBU mask and he muttered some excuse about a mission report that was past due before disappearing in a haze of smoke.

You were not too proud to admit you had sobbed into your pillow, mind and heart racing in tandem, as you tried to decide what you were going to do.

But then Kakashi reappeared not too long after, with a bag from his favorite bookstore and apology takeout.

“I’m sorry I left.”

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good timezone, y’all.  here is a small little BONUS to the mix & match event.  (yes The Strength of Vines was the end of the event, but surprise!)

my dear switch anon requested some headcanons for a switch!yams and i hope i have delivered.

tbh, i don't see tenzo as much of a dominant personality in the bedroom

not that he's wishy-washy or anything, but he's just more focused on making you feel good than on particular roles

and he's more than content, for the most part, to let you take the lead

on days when you're feeling a particular way, tenzo will grin and happily give you the reins

and he's beautiful, the way he can be so pliant in your hands

it's you, actually, that asks him to try something different

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we did it!  well sort of!

if you ignore the monstrous historical au Helping Hands that i will apparently be writing & publishing forever, this is the final mix & match event request from last july!  thank you to everyone who submitted a request from my 500 followers celebration prompt list (including those who disappeared into the ether while i spent so many months working thru them) & apologies, too, for taking so goddamn long to write most of these.

this one is for @kakashi-with-the-good-hair who requested it but forgot about it because i am so slow, lol.  i hope you enjoy it if you get around to reading it, my friend <3

Title:  The Strength of Vines Summary:  They say it feels like the roots of a great tree shattering your breastbone when you meet your Bonded—your soulmate.  But none from your clan has found a Bond in over a generation and you do not believe in destiny.  There are few quick enough to outrun fate, however.  And fewer still strong enough to ignore it.  (Tradition: A mode of thought or behavior followed by a people continuously from generation to generation.) Word Count:  15,127 Warnings:  fem!reader, violence/blood/death, scarring (magical; soulmate identifying marks), eventual smut, hand jobs, blow jobs, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex .

They say it feels like the roots of a great tree shattering your breastbone.

It is well known within the Better Houses and beyond that to be Bonded is both a gift and a curse.  A gift of strength, of love.

A curse to die the moment your Bonded’s heart stops beating, as if both muscles were intertwined with the roots of that same great tree; a single organism, one unable to flourish without the other.

Some, like those of the powerful Senju Clan, display their Bond marks with pride, wearing tunics cut to the navel to reveal the twisted scars that prove they have found their match amongst the Great Nations.  Women and men alike proudly display their chests once the mark has formed; to wear a high-neck tunic amongst the Senju is considered a great shame.  Children are often pushed to find their Bond from the time they begin their education—a tradition which, to most other clans, remains a foolhardy and dangerous ritual.

After all, in order to find your Bonded, you must first try to kill them.

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beta’d by the lovely @wind-becomes-lightning​ pls go serenade her with praises. <3