What About Cuddly Kakashi? He Gets Home And First Thing He Does After A Shower Is Trap You Under His

What about cuddly kakashi? He gets home and first thing he does after a shower is trap you under his body on the couch/bed and cuddle his face into your tits chest

A/n: you read my mind anon~

Genre: drabble, just pure fluff, comfort

Words: 825

' Home '

Crickets were singing and the moon was high above the village by the time the door opened. Creaking quietly as the silver head rested half his weight on the door knob. He walked inside languidly, one foot in front of the other with the heaviness of the world tied around his ankles. His whole body was sore, every muscle aching and begging for relief. The air was swirling with the scent of soft flower petals, the autumn grass and the night's minty chill, but your light scent would never go amiss by his nose. In the moment Kakashi recognized your scent he heard the soft thumps of your foot falls approaching him in the hall, before he even saw you his lungs gave out a sigh in pure relief. For the time the mission lasted he longed to be back with you, home. It was still weird to think about, but he believed this home would last - he knew it, Kakashi felt it in his very bones. Your eyes shined at the sight of him, such a pure reaction it made his heart soar and swell in his chest. Kakashi met you halfway in the hall, bringing his arms around you as you brought yours around him.

It was too late for you to be awake, yet here you were, waiting for him. You sweetly greeted him in a gentle tone; it was too late and he was too tired for any louder volumes. Yet it all made for intimacy to blossom with those hushed exchanges of questions and happy welcomes. Two of his fingers dipped and pulled down his mask in order to leave a chaste kiss on your lips before you two pulled apart. It was a soft and gentle, it made his heart flutter as if it was his first. You did him the kindness of helping him with his Flak jacket, shoes and getting him some warm food. The kitchen was swirling with wisps of smoke when he returned from the bathroom. Pot that boiled over the stove smelled so lovely, salty with a pinch of something he couldn't identify through his hazy mind. The new clothes now felt like a blessing, he felt so much lighter and cleaner. Your very presence alone was enough to bring Kakashi back to earth; he could only watch you as you moved about, silent as a cat on your skilled feet.

The dining room was dimly lit by a lamp on the counter, its golden hue illuminating the side of his face so softly. Gold touch to his features, shimmering. But he was so tired. The dark bags under his eyes were further proof of it, he barely got proper rest and the mission's physical work took its toll on him, this time greatly. Soft sounds of porcelain clinking was a silent rhythm in the room, comforting in a way. As soon as he was finished with the food he was grabbing your wrist with care, and pushing his face into the crook of your neck. With little words and hums and sounds of soothing you embraced him, staying like that for a long moment before slowly guiding him to the bed you shared. Kakashi's body dipped the second his knee hit the edge of the bed and you both fell onto the plush mattress and pillows.

"I missed you.." he hushed so quietly you almost missed it with the rustling of sheets and the fluttering of wind through the open window. The stars had already made their appearance, twinkling through the window and bringing some light to the room. However the moon outshone them all.

You responded by running your fingers through the back of his hair, humming. "I missed you too..so much" Glancing down at him, the golden lamp hue was replaced by a gentle silver one. It matched his hair and added a certain shimmer to his eyes when he looked up at you.

You felt him smile as shifted again, trying to hide his face in your neck again. But with a little nudge he brought his face to lay on your chest, his arms seizing you round your waist. His exhale of pure exhaustion made the sides of your mouth twitch downwards for a moment, your fingers still combing through his hair. You couldn't take away the stress and exhaustion from his mission, but you were more than rejoiced and relieved to have him back. Perhaps one day, you would stay like this forever, trapped in the moment of pure comfort.

The soft thumps of your heart echoed in Kakashi's ears, a sure reminder you were still here, safe, with him and alive. It was a silent lullaby that quickly coerced him to surrender himself to sleep. An utter bliss he felt as he slowly drifted away was indescribable. With the love of his life in his arms, and their hand in his hair.

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'Home' on Ao3

Hi i'm new and i read and saw a lot of your work and all it's Amazing, i'm Just in love with your work,of i don't bother could i request a kakashi or hashirama or tobirama x self harm Reader,an headcanon or drabble where they found their lover cutting herself, Sorry if i bothered you or if i messd somethings up,cause i don't what Is a drabble but i think it's like a One shot bye

A/n: thank you so much for your kind words, I really do appreciate all of them and I seriously apologize for this being so late. Hope it's to your liking. On a more serious note, hope you all are doing well, take care<3

Warnings: Self harm, mention of knives/blades, blood, angst, sprinkle of fluff, some grammar mistakes maybe.

Characters: Kakashi, Tobirama, Hashirama x reader(separate)

Kakashi Hatake:

Kakashi is no stranger to these urges and strong emotions certain events(or people) might bring to someone, he has felt the same more times than he'd ever like to admit

He still sometimes looks back onto those dark days and recounts how many times he had almost lost his life due to those feelings and his irrational/hasty reaction to the same

During his relationship with his lover, he is certainly very gentle and soft, trying to accomodate them in any way he can to make sure they are alright

Even the thought of him accidentally causing you harm makes him gloomy and guilty

So, imagine his surprise and utter shock when he sees those scars littered across your skin, the skin he dreamt of kissing to show all the love he harbours for you

He had his suspicions from before, yet he never dared to point them out so early, so this truly broke his heart.

"Kakashi-" you try but you're immediately silenced, backed into a proverbial corner as he approached you and gathers your hands and arms in his. Pulling you to your feet he is quick to lead you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet seat.

His lack of response is a scolding alone, a burn to the open wound in the moment and you can't help but feel guilty and even further horrible. But the moment you notice tears brimming on his lower lashes, do you understand that you misunderstood his actions.

"Y/n.. why did you do this?"

His tone is so shaky, unsure if he should even be speaking, fearful of making you close yourself from him. Internally he begs the heavens you comply and cooperate with him, he hopes he did everything right that you feel safe with opening up to him now

Kakashi had dressed up your cuts, the blood from before swirling down the drain. His fingetips are warm, palms lit with fire that strove to awaken the frozen forest, so careful in doing so.

If you start crying, he'll hold you, he'll caress your back and let you cry it all out. He'll lead you back to bed to get rest or to the kitchen to prepare you tea to warm you back up, a quick meal too if you so request

One thing is for certain and that is that he's going to become even more observant of you, spending even more time around you to ensure you're getting better and not getting any more of those horrible urges.

Kakashi reassures you how good you are, how special you are to him and to your friends, family, students; how much the elders love you and how much little kids yearn to hear your stories. He whispers sweet things into your ear before you fall asleep and even more encouraging words when you stir in his arms in the morning

"Darling, please, if you ever need any help - with anything - do not hesitate to tell me. I'm here for you.. you're not alone. You never were.."

Hashirama Senju:

As a legend of his time, both in war and art of healing, he has been met with the creatures that whispers bad things in one's ear.

Hashirama had that type of fortune that he was born into war, it molded him into the shape it willed and it almost made him yield. Almost.

As a healer, while in a relationship with you, he'd often check you for injuries - unconsciously so too. He had become so met with your body that he knew your immune system was lacking even before you did

Just by placing his hand on you, his chakra flows through you and feels around for any oddities.

"My flower, it's wonderful to see you again. How have you been?" Those words are the start of every conversation after his long days at work. No matter how tired he is, he still finds strength to smile and laugh for you. You are his heart, his sunshine and joy.

"It has been alright, I went to the market today and found some plants from lands afar. I'd like you to see them, perhaps you've seen one of them before"

His hands wrap around you, pulling you into a hug and as he goes to reply, all words suddenly evaporate on his tongue, his movements frozen.

You were hurt.

Hashirama is quick to question you about this, there is no way he is imagining this, he can't be that tired, can he?

Even if you try to shy away or hide this, he will be determined to check, especially when you display such nervousness as you never did before. Your relationship with him was always open, he made sure both of you had enough communication going on to avoid any possible issues

His reaction to wounds and scars you inflicted in yourself were rather too sad.

Hashirama exhales a shaky breath, his fingertips tracing over one particularly bad, red line and a small hue emits from his skin. The flesh beneath pales, stitching itself together with a small, pleasant, ache as it vanishes in the end. The man before you takes the arm he just healed and brings it to his lips, pausing as to reconsider his choices, or perhaps give you an opportunity to pull away- when you don't, he places feather light kisses along the skin.

As chatty and talkative as he is, he can't help but feel at loss for words in that moment, he doesn't know what to say. Images of the family members and close friends that perished float behind his closed eyelids

He vocalizes his thoughts finally, an awkward beginning but as he talks on his tone holds such color and warmth to them that rings true to your ears

He won't be satisfied until you both reach some agreement that would ensure you would stop this; if you don't feel like talking immediately he would understand and postpone this talk until you felt ready

If he wasn't gentle enough with you, he definitely was now. Treating you as softly as he treats the petals of the flowers in his greenhouse. There is no one more special to him, than you.

"Y/n, let us talk this out, I vowed to be with you through calm and storm alike. Don't hide yourself from me, my love.. don't hide your scars- the most beautiful flowers bloom from within trees damaged by storms."

Tobirama Senju:

The silver head, grumpy man never imagined he'd be in such love as he is with you, never imagined himself caring for anyone else so deeply as he cares for his last brother, but yet here he is

His feelings for you are unmatched, as much as he dislikes to put those on display, he does his best to make up for it through acts of service and occasionally a subtle word of encouragement and sometimes even affection

Through this silent language the two of you built, you strengthened your relationship even further with him.

Still, with how busy he gets, it is not rare that the two of you get separated for longer periods of time. Not seeing each other for so long is difficult, but the wait feels regarding nonetheless when he shows up to bring you to a meal, a stroll, anywhere to spend time with you

Tobirama is used to seeing you tired, especially during late nights when he returns from the office, tired himself. It's only normal you're tired this late at night

But one night at his arrival, it felt different. He smelled the signature irony smell too many times before, so when he caught scent of it he almost immediately felt his heart drop

He is a logical, strategic man, brought into the war just like his brother and the survival, warrior instinct that hadn't healed during the time of peace, swiftly set his body and mind into action

He was terrified inside, the worst case scenario question flaring in his mind - was he too late?

Much to his relief and horror simultaneously, he found you alive, but you were hurt, and the damage was done by your own hand

He didn't know how to react, but he called out to you, his gruff voice dropping an octave and going as softly as it could.

He approached you so cautiously, his eyes felt glued to you but they were looking for the towels in the shelf you were close to.

The silver of his hair shines in the golden lamplight as he moves with calculated steps, like in every aspect of his life these moves are also had to be perfect. Now more than any other time. His throat bobs as he swallows, his deft, calloused hands wrapping the bandages around your arms, although he has already healed mentioned wounds.

"Y/n.. I don't want to see this happen again.."

It's tough, what he begins his gentle scolding with, but he has to make sure to fill you in on what you were doing, what you truly did. In your mind, you may think you were giving yourself 'well deserved punishment' or something of that like, you were clearly distressed too.

His words carry the undertones of his own anxiety but he doesn't let his tone shake and weaver unlike his brother. That is not to say he doesn't care, or that he's trying to pressure you further, he just wants you to understand that he(or anyone else) doesn't see you in the same light you see yourself in

Tobirama isn't as showy and touchy, but he makes sure you feel especially loved and cared for that night. He caresses your hand and back, making sure you're tucked under the warm blankets and shielded away from the world as much as he can

In the days following he does have more talks with you, slowly taking steps to ensure you understand and are cooperative to let him help you out

If you agree, he'll also get Hashirama involved. Since Tobirama isn't as bright or bubbly as his brother, he truly believes another, more energetic presence may aid you further into letting the stress and worries go

He leaves notes around the house when he's away, and little snacks and trinkets for you to find, just a small show of his love while he's absent. And when he returns, he makes sure to show you himself too, that you're loved and cared for.

"Today was quite eventful, wasn't it? But today is now gone, and tomorrow is soon upon us.. I have been able to postpone some certain matters ahead to free up this week. From this day on, it will all be eventful too. I'd say it's time we make a schedule, what would you like to do, my dear?"

(View for better quality) After a long hiatus, I am finally happy and excited to show my most recent artwork! Zhongli has become my comfort character since I started playing Genshin, and the sketch of this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long. It was overdue time to polish it all up 🧡

Hope you all like it as well. :) I am hoping to jump back into more art and writing stories soon enough.

Don't repost my art without credit!

2:03

Mornings like this were rare; the both of you would wake up at the same, with just enough time to do something small.

Zhongli’s hair slipped through your fingers in long waves as you brushed it slowly. Starting from the bottom and working your way up, you watched as the strands glided through the bristles more smoothly each time, small knots from sleep unraveling. 

The Geo Archon sighed heavily, leaning deeper into you, arms resting on your thighs. His thumb traced small circles on your knees, pinching here and there softly, occasionally kissing the joint. 

Wrapping his hair around your hand, you grabbed his hand, placing it on the bunch, instructing him to hold it while you grabbed the elastic, finishing off his hair.

You tapped his shoulder, notifying you were finished, but he waved you off. 

"Just five more minutes. Five more please," 

Mornings like this were rare, yes. But neither of you seemed to mind.

So i was going through something and i rlly liked your latest Kakashi, Hashirama head canons about sh. I just wanted to drop in and say thank you for helping me out here with your writing! Also, are requests for drabbles still open?

Hey, hey, I'm touched. I'm very happy I was a l able to help in a way, truly <3 That does mean quite a lot to hear. Take care of yourself, you're great.

And yes they are still open as of me posting this!

Confession for Yamato Tenzou? Nsfw romantic?

A/n: I kinda combined these two requests, hope you don't mind. NSFW is at the very end, minors DNI

-Warnings: nsfw themes at the end, very minor mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy

❧Tenzou/Yamato headcanons

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SFW

Yamato sees a dozen people daily, sometimes he just likes to find a nice edge to sit at and just observe the rest of the world buzz pass him. It is quite a relief not having to be involved in such classified things, and just be human for once. A citizen of Konoha.

It isn't often that someone really gets his attention in the sea of faces that he watches, yet fate seemed to have some surprises in stock for him.

You.

You seemed to stand out from the rest of them all; such particular lines of your face, the shape and color of your eyes, the way your eyes light up or darken depending on the situation, the way your lips curl when you smile or frown - it is an understatement to say that Yamato has a keen eye for such details, it is one of the many things his training earned him

Day by day, Yamato slowly realized how interesting you are, so much more than he thought

It was hard to not notice the paint stains on your fingers, skin and sometimes even clothes. Yamato would quickly pick up the curiosity on the matter and would eventually find you stationed just outside the training grounds, where you sat painting the sunset. The river that flowed through the valley was nothing short of beautiful and he couldn't blame you for picking his favorite spot to paint in your own style

That would be the time he gave himself a push, and approached you. He wasn't the ANBU agent, nor was he a ninja, he was just another human with you, just Yamato- and he never felt more liberated

Your conversations start there, and over the next days he would often visit that same spot in hopes of continuing the conversation you two left off at. He felt like a civilian with you, with no burdens such as battles and death.

Eventually, the two of you would start meeting up, and conversing about things outside of art and scenery, it was the most calm and natural flow of events that unfolded like a flower in spring after long months of snow

He feels giddy when he first brings you a gift, or when he first pays for your food, or the first time he brushed his fingers against yours-

His confession is something that was subconsciously planned, it's equal to a bubble on the water's surface, it collects and collects and it's so beautiful yet filled with this undetected tension, and suddenly it bursts, rippling the water in the most gentle way

It would happen somewhere private, perhaps at your home, or at that high mountain ledge beneath the trees, or even at that valley you painted your first image in his company

His words are jumped, but they carry the clear message; he holds your hands so carefully and when your lips meet his, his heart soars

Kakashi would have noticed this giddy behavior about him sooner than Yamato would have liked, and would subtly hint at it, giving Yamato encouragement through light teasing. The silver head was also the person Yamato would try to ask for tips, something, anything- and through his own words Kakashi would lead him to an answer

Eventually, as you two grew attached even more, he would make you a ring, a wooden swirl of details on such a small item were fascinating, with a small gem framed in the middle of it. Knowing your love for art and crafty work, he believed that this would hit your heart more than in the case he just went out and bought a ring - and he stood correct in that sense. You adored it.

The kids(Naruto, Sakura, Sai..etc) saw the two of you as the best couple around, sometimes laughing at the way Sensei Yamato got so blushy and nervous when the more romantic aspects were brought up; he was always thinking about you. The kids also loved you and looked up at you, some of them even spent hours at your art station, watching you paint or telling you stories of how their day went. Sai was the one that painted alongside you the most, both of you quietly enjoying each other's company. It was a sight Yamato was happy to see.

Your wedding was nothing short of sweet and memorable. It took place sometime in the spring, with all the flowers in it's full bloom, petals swirled all around you as you shared your first kiss as husband and bride.

And when your pregnancy was announced - boy, was Yamato quite worried something may go wrong. Yet he stays grounded, for you. He tries to get as educated on the topic as much as he can, and although the pregnancy was more or less planned, it didn't allow him much time to breathe - he was so happy.

Years ago before he met you he believed he would continue to simply fight, and fight, and slowly wither away in one of many wars and battles. And yet here he stood, with a partner of his dreams and a child on the way, things couldn't be looking any brighter.

As a father, Yamato has patience of a mountain, and is quite attentive to his kid(s). He can't help but let his motherly side take over, as he makes sure his child is not hurt or in need of anything. He makes sure they are fed, clothed well and that are not being harmed in any way. Same goes for you, he's the most gentle husband he can be, although at certain times he can come off as too dotting.

At end of a long day he can't help but collapse in your arms, bringing you into his embrace and drift off into the comforting darkness with your scent under his nose.

NSFW

As mentioned, Yamato is really gentle and attentive, he has a keen eye for reactions and will stop at anything to ensure you are safe and well taken care off - this also goes for the bedroom activities.

He's quite nervous about doing it with you the first time you shed clothes together, he will need some reassurance from you but the moment he catches wind of it all, he has it handled. And even before he does his best to make sure you are comfortable and receiving pleausure

He will eat you out for as long as he needs to, getting you off more than once and seeing you writhe and squirm in pleasure makes him all the more aroused - knowing he was the one behind your reactions

He's also quite soft, he's not too much of a jokester in bed, rather serious and romantic

His favorite positions would be the classical missionary, or anything where he can see your face and kiss you whenever he wants to. By your reactions, he can tell exactly when he's hitting that right spot, and he will repeat it over and over again until you're coming undone underneath him

He's more of a kisser/licker than a biter, but would occasionally nibble at your skin/ear

Yamato is also very touchy during sex, he just can't help it when his hands start roaming your pretty figure and exploring every dip of your flesh, caressing all the sensitive patches of skin he can find.