#obito uchiha x y/n

[mrsbakashi]

coming out of my cage just to post this and then going right back into it because i'm still taking a break

naruto characters and their kinks - uchiha edition (and kakashi)

(because i have to put him in everything, and if you didn't see this coming i don't know what to tell you)

⚠️ +18 content under the cut

itachi

➳ praise kink

he's such a sweetheart, has so much love for you in his heart he just can't not praise your every move. kisses every inch of your body going on and on about how beautiful and perfect you are, how soft your skin is and tells you how luck he is to be the one that gets to be with you. loves watching the way your pussy greedily swallows him whole, but also loves looking at your face squirming in pleasure, so he always activates his sharingan so he can see everything while telling you constantly how good you feel when your walls are clenching around him and you're the only thing in his mind. "you feel so so good, my love" he whispers while thrusting slowly and hard into you. "you're doing so well" he praises when you're almost there, drawing circles on your clit to get you there faster and harder. sex with itachi is never about him, it's only about you, so he only considers a job well done when you're kicking the air, pushing him away, begging him to stop because you can't take it anymore, then he cleans you up with a damp towel, pulls you to his arms and tells you what a good girl you were and reassures you how much he loves you while you feel your sleep sweep you away.

➳ breeding kink

uchihas and breeding kink, what a cliche - yes, ok, but no uchiha is so into breeding like itachi is. he doesn't do it purely because it feels incredibly amazing, or because the sight of your pussy overflowing with both your cums while he tries to fuck it right back into you is heavenly, but because, to him, it's about love - it's about how you love him so much you accept the idea of creating a life with him. he's used to cum inside you, it's been a thing since the beginning because he used it as a way to mark you, to make you his even so more and more, gently kissing you on the lips while emptying himself inside your warmth, but after you stopped you pill because you were trying the man just went insane - starting a family with the woman he loves most in the world, restabilishing the clan? hell yeah! you have him all over you all the time, and each time, let me tell you, you're not leaving until he's positive there's a baby inside you. but don't worry, he'll make sure you'll cum yourself and will tell you on and on how much he loves you. so sweet.

obito

➳ exhibitionism

obito's a slut for you, he's all about making everyone know you're his. and i mean everyone. made it his entire life's mission to make you scream so loud the whole neighborhood knows his name - and people tried to complain, but the second they see how scary obito is they actually apologize. loses it when you go on a walk and sees the way other men look at you - kisses you so violently in from of them and it takes everything in him to not take you right there. takes you out on drives to fuck you on the backseat in a random parking lot and hopes someone will see you two and see how much you belong to him, how eager you are for his touch. it's not enough that people know you're together, he needs to make sure everyone know he's the only one who can make you feel like that, completely given to him. you are his alone in every single way possible and the whole world must know that.

➳ praise kink

his praise kink is not about you, but about him. he loves the sweet praises that leave your lips when he's working wonders on your body, he'll coax the words out of you tenderly, sweet kisses here and there. please please please tell him over and over how he's the only one that can make you feel that good, that there's no one else in the world for you, and how insanely good his cock feels pounding into you, how he hits just the right place without any effort simply because you were made for each other and how happy you are that you belong to him. you make him feel like a god, he swears he can feel his soul ascending to another plan, and for that he'll give you more and more, he'll give you everything he has. everything. you have him wrapped around your finger.

sasuke

➳ dacryphilia

lives for the sight of tears on your beautiful face while he relentlessly fucks you, mercilessly tossing your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half like you're nothing but a doll that exists solely for his pleasure. pounds into you so fast and hard it honestly hurts, but it also feels so fucking good you don't care. loves the first thrust, when it's so rough because he's so big, and even if you're so wet it hurts and you always feel it won't fit - the little cries that leave your lips while you struggle to take him. loves loooves to make you gag on his cock, when he pushes into your throat and stops your breathing 'til you're desperately gasping for air, letting you breath for three whole seconds before doing it again and again and again til you're pushing him away with all your strength, nearly passing out, your face so red and wet with tears and despair. it's his favorite sight in the whole world, he'd kill thousands and thousands just to be able to see it. he loves you so fucking much.

➳ degradation/humiliation kink

boy, does he degrade you! not only is he mean with his actions, his words would hurt you more than a thousand cuts if he wasn't also so careful afterwards - you are his angel and he'll make sure you know that every breathing moment, but not when he's fucking you because he fucks you like he hates you, like he fucking despises you, violently pounding into you, rocking his hips against yours so hard you just know he'll bruise your cervix, and you will hear what a whore you are, that you begged for his cock to a humiliation point, and only when you got on your knees, crawling behind him, begging him to please please please at least touch you once was he kind enough to fuck you. "because that's what you are, nothing but a fucking whore!". you moan his name so loud he has to cover your mouth "filthy slut!" he slaps your asscheek so hard it's gonna leave a bruise the shape of his hand, because he loves hearing how you scream and cry, and that makes your walls clench harder around him "does it feel good, yeah? little filthy slut likes to hear how pathetic she is? fucking whore." he slaps your ass again, and again and again, 'til you're clenching so much around him he can't help but cum deep inside you, telling you you're nothing but an uchiha cum dump - good thing he's the last uchiha, because there's no way in hell he'd share you. you're his alone.

madara

➳ corruption kink

first time he saw you he thought you were too beautiful, too innocent to be left alone. he had to ruin you, to open your body to a new sensation only he could offer, then having you addicted on it, on him, so you'd act like a puppy around him, begging for the mere contact of his skin on yours. you were so young, you didn't know any better. honestly, you felt so flattered when madara uchiha himself showed interest in you that you ignored the warning of your father, but you had no idea he'd turn you into the perfect sub for his wildest and darkest needs and desires, literally begging on your knees for him to let you at least lick his boots, feeling like the luckiest woman alive when he kissed you. you went from a peacefully happy young woman to a great nothing but anxiety and desperation, completely obsessed with him - but when he fucked, god, when he fucked you! suddenly everything was worth it, you forgot how miserable you felt most of the time because of him, because you lived for those moments when he rocked his hips against yours, telling you what a good girl you've been to him. and you were his favourite, that's why he's trained you so well.

➳ power kink

i mean come on! come on! this man lives for feeling like a god, like the most powerful man that has ever stepped into this universe, so of course with you is no different. he'll make sure he's the center of your entire world - and not only during sex. you can kiss your friends and family goodbye, he's the only one you need now. church? faith? not in a million years - he's your entire religion. absolutely tortures you in bed, denies you so much, makes you beg til humiliation point so you have nothing else on your mind, nothing else you wish for but him, and when he gracefully grants your wish you'll know he is truly god. there's absolutely no one above him. he was, he is and he always will be. always.

kakashi

➳ brat taming

translating: he's a fucking menace. because he loves brat taming, he'll annoy the shit out of you until you're so mad you could explode, then he'll pin you down and fuck you hard just to show you he's the one in charge. "who do you think you're talking to like that, huh?" he'll hold your hands above your head, sometimes even tie them, so you can't even touch him, because you behaved so badly you don't deserve to feel his skin on the tip of your fingers "do i look like one of your friends for you to talk to me like that?". will tap your cheek to get you to reply, because you're so far gone you can't barely form a sentence "n-no, sir!", "good, then apologize", "i-i'm sorry, sir!". when you're almost cumming he'll reduce the movement of his hips to a bare minimum to make you beg, so fucks you slow and hard to make you come hard - and i mean hard. every single time. aftercare is heaven, tho.

➳ cum kink

his favorite sight in the entire world is his cum all over your body - keeps pictures of you like that in his phone so he can survive long missions away from you. he always comes hard and, tho he loves breeding you and seeing it come out of your beautiful pussy as he fucks it right back into you, nothing beats how beautiful your breasts look covered in his cum, how sexy you look with your face painted white as you naughtily smile after sucking him so good and making him come all over it. it's as if you loved it more than he does himself, and he doesn't think that's possible, but there you are, begging him to cum all over you, over and over again, rubbing it on your skin like it's your favorite moisturizer then looking at him with those eyes, those fucking eyes, asking for more. god, you're such a slut for him! it's so sexy he honestly pities how he can't fuck you 24/7, because doing anything else feels like such a waste...

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[hauntedhokage]

tempting

Obito Uchiha/F!Reader (modern!au)

summary: you’re back in town for winter break, enjoying a night with your friends before you’re fully stuck with your brother, his roommate, and whatever rules you’d be stuck following. maybe it’s the alcohol, but fucking the handsome stranger in the corner doesn’t seem like a bad idea

word count: 3k

warnings: slight age gap, (reader isn’t old enough to legally drink but over 18 and obito is like 26-27) underage drinking, public sex, dubcon (since they’ve both been drinking a lot), hair pulling 

You didn’t expect the fakes to work. You were glad they did, since you and your friends had paid too much money on some fake ids to get into a club. The tiny dresses probably helped with the bouncer who was checking ids at the door, definitely helped your small group get out of the cover charge, but once you’re in the bustling club your group is flocking to the bar before squeezing into one of the booths in the back to enjoy yourselves. You were all back in town for winter break, and you were going to enjoy this night before you were stuck in your older brother’s apartment with him and his roommate with nothing to do. 

You were three drinks in and definitely feeling the buzz, needing a brief break from dancing with a couple of your friends had you returning to the table where you had a glass of water calling your name. Once you’re seated you aren’t paying any attention to what’s happening around you, as you were very focused on trying to cool yourself down, until your friend leans in to giggle in your ear about how some guy was totally eyeing you, and you’re looking over your shoulder to try and see who. There’s additional information added, and your eyes find him rather quickly. Black shirt in the corner with dark hair, looked like the lead in one of the dramas that you and your best friend watched weekly. Eye contact is made, and the wink he sends your way has you giggling as you turn back to your friend to tell her that you were going to go to the bar and get another drink.

Luck is on your side when you feel a presence to your left and see the handsome stranger. He looks more familiar than just bearing resemblance to an actor, but you can’t place it and are too drunk to want to think about it more. It’d come to you eventually, for now you were going to enjoy the undivided attention of this older guy and hope he wasn’t creepy about it.

“What’re you drinking, sweetheart?” he asks in your ear, and you lean up to tell him what your drink of choice was as he signals for the bartender. He orders two, you assume the other for himself, along with two shots and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth when you feel his hand on your hip. “I’ve had my eye on you all night, you’re really hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” That hand moves lower, to the hem of your short dress, and your eyes widen slightly at the feeling of his skin against yours. His fingers play with the hem of your dress as your drinks are set down, and he’s telling the bartender to put it on his tab before he carefully raises his shot glass as you pick up the other. The two glasses clink together before you’re throwing them back, his going down with much more ease than yours, and he’s chuckling at the way you cringe as the alcohol burns its way down your throat. 

“You’re very cute,” he teases, helping you up onto the stool that was just vacated and moving in closer. His hand stays on your thigh, fingertips just under your dress with his touch feelings as if it burns him your skin as you bring the straw to your lips. “But you know that.”

“Do I?” you ask around the straw, sucking the alcohol into your mouth and biting on the plastic when he leaned in closer. 

“I just told you, so yeah.” You aren’t even thinking about how quickly you’re drinking your drink and how badly doing so couldend for you, but you didn’t have a response to this man who was watching you so intensely while drinking his own drink. “Bet you’ve got a line of dudes wanting to be where I am.”

“I don’t see them anywhere,” you counter, pushing your glass away once you realize it was empty. Tomorrow would be rough but tonight you were interested in where things went with this guy. “I only see you.” 

“Maybe I scared ‘em all off,” he muses, and you shrug while sliding off the stool. “D’ya wanna dance?”

You’re being led out to the middle of the dancefloor before your agreement fully leaves your lips, but you’re not bothered by his eagerness in the slightest. Maybe it was the alcohol, but it was nice to have someone be so interested in you - even if it didn’t leave the darkened club.

His hands feel right on your hips, holding you close but not so tightly that you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to - not that you did want to. Your arms are loosely wrapped around his neck, swaying with him to the beat of whatever pop song remix was playing. He knows about half of it, based on how he’s mumbling some of the words, and you can’t help but think about how cute this guy was. His hands move from your hips to cup your ass, giving the barely covered cheeks a squeeze while pulling you in closer as the song switches to something more upbeat. You feel the hardening erection against your hips and bite your lip, knowing that he wanted you to know how hard he was. Maybe it was the alcohol but you wanted to do something about it. 

So your hand moves between your bodies, first a finger tugging at his belt loop before your hand is stroking him through the denim. 

“You’re playing with fire, cutie,” he warns, his voice low in your ear and stirring the already boiling heat in your center. Tonight was about having fun and making bad decisions, this would be both of those things but you couldn’t care. “Wanna fuck you so bad already, don’t tease me.”

“Then fuck me,” you request, pulling him down for a kiss. He’s eager and the kiss is sloppy considering your inebriated state, but it’s exactly what you wanted in this moment even if you were surrounded by people who were watching. You can see the gears turning when you separate, and he’s grinning as he takes your hand to lead you away from the dancefloor and towards the restrooms. 

“Such a pretty girl, and you wanna fuck me?” he asks as he pulls you through the door, shutting it and shoving you against it. “Want me to fuck that cute little pussy?”

“Please.”

“Fuckin’ teasing me since you walked in with your cute little friends.” He’s undoing his belt, groaning at the feeling of your lips on his neck as he starts to lead you towards the lone stall in the men’s bathroom. “In your tight little dress, fuck me.”

He’s squatting in front of you, pushing your dress up with one hand and pulling your panties down with the other. You know they’re taken off of you, but you don’t register where he’s put them since his mouth latching onto your clit as two fingers push into your pussy has your mind scrambled more than the alcohol already had. Your hand is in his hair, gripping at the soft dark locks as he prepares you for his cock, eliciting a groan against your clit when you give a tug. 

“You taste so good, cutie. Could be down here forever I think.” The praise has your breath hitching, your grip on his hair tightening as he works his fingers in and out of you. “But you’re so fucking tight, think I’m gonna break you. Gotta make you come before I-“

“No, please just fuck me.”

“Uh uh.” He’s standing to his full height, his fingers still moving inside you as his other hand grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back so he can look you in the eye. “That might be how those little boys fuck, but a real man prioritizes his partner’s comfort.”

You nod to the best of your ability with his hand still holding your head in place, and he smiles before he kisses you again. Like the last ones it’s sloppy, just like the pace of his fingers in your cunny as they worked to stretch you open. It’s after you’ve adjusted to three of his thick fingers that he pulls away, offering them to you as his other hand goes to his belt so you could get to the main event. You moan at the taste of your arousal on his fingers, your tongue lavishing the digits in attention to clean them of your essence while you feel the tip of his cock brush against your clit. This was it, his hand moving from your lips so he could bring your leg up to his hip before you feel him prodding at your entrance. 

He wasn’t lying when he said he might break you, and you intentionally kept your eyes focused on his own dark irises because you didn’t want to see how big he was - that was only going to intimidate you. 

His groan as he finally starts to push in is deep, coming from the back of his throat and drowning out your pathetic whine at the stretch you still needed to be able to accommodate his girth. Your hands grip his shoulders tightly, eyes closing tight at the slight pain while trying to breathe your way through it. This was after he’d prepped you, and it still felt like this? You weren’t walking out of this bathroom when it was all said and done, he was going to have to carry you. 

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, pressing his face into your neck while carefully hoisting you up against the stall a bit more. “Sorry, cutie, I guess I should’ve done more. You good?”

You would be, he just needed to start moving, and he grins when you tell him as much. There are kisses trailed along your neck and chest, trying to soothe you as he slowly starts to move his hips against yours. There are promises to make you feel good, promises to take care of you, and you believe them all as the discomfort finally subsides and you’re begging for him to fuck into you faster, harder, just please fuck you. 

“Fuck,” he’s groaning into your mouth, hands on your hips keeping you still as he finds his pace-  rough and unrelenting, a man on a mission to get off and you can only cling to his shoulders to stay upright despite being slammed back against the stall with each thrust. “You feel so good, cutie. So fuckin’ good on my cock.”

On the other side of the stall door, you barely register the sound of people coming and going, the occasional cheer for the dude that was clearly getting some, and none of it embarasses you like you thought it would. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe you were more drunk on the dick than you were the drink - either way you just can’t bring yourself to care because you were winning right now. 

“C’mon cutie, come on my cock,” he requests, his hand moving to the juncture where your bodies were connected. His thumb is on your clit, the pressure against the sensitive bud making you see stars as the white hot pleasure continues to build in your core. You were close, so close, and you know that he knows by the way he’s urging you along with quick strokes of his thumb and hard strokes of his cock. Your pleasured cries are muffled by his kiss, your hands tugging at his hair as you finally topple over that edge and into the blissful heat that was your orgasm. He fucks you through it, barely containing himself through the rhythmic clenching of your walls around his girth - making what was already a tight fit almost impossible for him to be able to survive.

“Fuck, fuck!” His hips stutter against yours before he stills, chest heaving against yours as his cum spills into the thin latex barrier. He leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses along your neck and chest, careful not to leave marks as your fingers try to smooth his hair down that you had definitely messed up. “Shit, cutie. I could fuck you for hours. Wanna take you home, wanna come home with me?”

“I can’t, if I don’t make it home my brother will send a search party.”

“Overprotective?”

“Very.” He’s pulling out with a groan, carefully letting your leg down so you can regain balance on your two feet. Your legs feel weak, and that has him chuckling as he has to steady you.

“I’d be overprotective too, if my sister was as sexy as you. But can I give you my number? I wanna see you again.”

“Fuck me again?”

“Buy you dinner first.” You laugh, your head falling forward against his shoulder as the drunk giggles set in. “It’ll be a good one. I’ll even cook.” 

He’s removing the condom, knotting it and tossing it into the trash can before his hands set to stuffing himself back into his underwear and fixing his jeans. Your hands are in his pocket, pulling his phone out and holding it in front of him to unlock before going into his contacts to add yourself. Complete with a contact photo of you kissing his cheek and your emoji choice behind your name. He’s quick to snatch the device back to text you “before he forgot” and you’re fixing your dress as he kisses you again. 

“Gonna let me fuck you again, yeah?”

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me again.” He’s excited to hear it, kissing you again before opening the stall door to let you out. 

“I gotta pee, I’ll catch up with you I promise.” You nod, reluctantly pulling away from him and exiting the bathroom with a plan to go get your phone and some water. Screw what your brother thought about how your break time should be spent, if you could land a winter fling to keep you occupied then you were going to do that. A little fun never hurt anything, especially not when the fun came in the form of a man that handsome who fucked that well.

“You’re a bit young to be here, don’t you think?” That voice was not good to hear, not after you’d just finished having sex with a stranger in the bathroom of a club you weren’t legally allowed to be in. You were in for a lecture, for sure. And then another one when you were sober, since your brother liked to make sure you remembered your lesson. 

“K-Kakashi? What are you doing here, you don’t have fun.”

“Out, you know what my car looks like.” 

“You can’t boss me around, I’m an adult!” An adult whose world is spinning a bit too fast now, and your elder brother is catching you as you stumble before he directs you into the women’s bathroom while apologizing to the ladies fixing their makeup so you can empty your stomach contents into the toilet. 

“An adult, huh?” He’s clearly amused as he stands in the doorway to the stall, and you’re very annoyed as you continue to throw up. He wouldn’t be so amused if you threw up in his car, but he’d also make you clean up after yourself. 

“Please fuck off,” you groan, flipping him off as you try to catch your breath. Too much, too fast, and you were going to blame the handsome stranger that just finished fucking your brains out. You didn’t even know his name. 

“Once I get you home, I’ll leave you alone.”

--

The following morning finds Obito standing in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. He’d come home after Kakashi had apparently dragged his little sister and her underage friends out of the club, which was funny to hear about when Asuma had told him what had happened. He hated to have missed it, but he was getting some great pussy so he chalked it up to “win some, lose some”. 

His dear roommate had already left for work, so the shuffling that he heard was definitely the little sister finally stirring. He hadn’t seen her in a while, so he was curious to see what she looked like now. 

“Oh, good morning Obito,” he hears, and he looks up from the still brewing coffee only to freeze when it registers just who he was seeing there. 

Oh, Kakashi was going to kill him should he find out. 

There you were, the girl he fucked in the bathroom and thought about for the rest of the night, the girl the thought about while he jacked off in the shower this morning, the girl he sent a dick pic to before he went to bed, and you were standing in front of him wearing one of your older brother’s shirts and some shorts that he could barely see peeking out under the shirt. You were the little sister they’d be hosting for a few weeks, on winter break from your university, the sister he’d been explicitly told to steer clear of. 

Too late for that. 

But if you recognize him, you make no notion that you did. Instead you prepare your toast and coffee quietly, eyes focused on your task and not wandering like his would wander to you. You were cuter in the light - did you know?

“Obito,” you murmur, turning with your breakfast in hand and watching with a small smile as he stands up straighter. “Those were my favorite panties, and I’d like them back.”

Kakashi was going to kill him, but there was no way he’d be able to resist his urges when you would be under the same roof for weeks. With an overprotective older brother who was hardly home due to how much he worked. With a body that responded so nicely to his touch, and eyes that just screamed ‘fuck me’ whenever you looked at him. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be impossible, but the look in your eyes told him that you maybe didn’t want him to. 

“How badly do you want them back, cutie?”

[sunstaar]

Camellias

Obito Uchiha x gn!Reader

Word Count: 0,7k

Ao3

Summary: Obito is determined to ask you out on a date.

With much-needed confidence in his step, Obito walked down the busy streets of Konohagakure all the way to your apartment complex. In his hand, he was clutching a bouquet of flowers, the many camellias expressing more than what meets the eye at first.

His heart was hammering against his chest, a nervous expression painted on his features. The whole way from the Yamanaka flower shop, he had been gnawing on his lip, almost drawing blood from how harshly he was biting down on it.

Obito desperately hoped that this would go the way he intended it to, and not the way his frequent nightmares predicted.

Right in front of the entry to your apartment complex, Obito came to a stop. His grip on the flower bouquet tightened as he took a deep breath, a feeble attempt at calming himself down.

“You can do this, Obito,” He told himself in a quiet murmur. “You practised this a hundred times in the mirror. You can do this.”

During his climb up the stairs to your floor of the complex, dread began to settle in the pit of Obito’s stomach. What if really rejected him, said no? The mere thought had him almost hurling over, doubt clawing at his throat. Right there and then, he almost stopped to turn around and leave, act like he had never come to confess to you. But in the back of his mind, there was this voice telling him to do it.

So, Obito swallowed his doubts and anxiety, and continued his way to your door. Another deep breath and the Uchiha dared to raise his hand, knocking on the door.

There was no turning back now.

From behind the door, Obito could hear a loud noise, followed by your footsteps moving to answer. He froze in his position, anticipation causing his heartbeat to steadily increase.

With a wide swing, you opened the door, smiling widely at him. “Hey, Obito! What brings you here?”

He could do this.

“I, um, brought y-you something.” Obito said, holding out the bouquet of flowers to you.

Your eyes widened as you spotted the beautiful flower arrangement, a bright array of red,pink, and yellow camellias staring back at you. For a moment, all words seemed lost to you as you took the flowers into your hands, cradling them gingerly.

“Thank you, Obito, they’re beautiful,” You said, your gaze fixated on the flowers. Then, you looked up at the man who gifted them to you. “But … why did you get me flowers? What’s the occasion?”

He had gone over this at least a hundred times in his head, and more than enough times with one of his unwilling friends taking on the role of you. Time and time again, his nerves had got the better of him, his tongue feeling tied. But not today, today he would speak the words of his heart.

In his best attempt to sound casual, he said, “I was wondering if you maybe would like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?”

You looked at him with surprise shining in your eyes. “A date? You want to go on a date, with me?”

Obito breathed in sharply before he nodded.

The smile tugging at your lips may have stopped his heart for a moment. “Sure. I would love to. Did you have anything specific in mind?”

Obito felt a surge of both relief and excitement going through him. Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t anticipated that he would even get this far. “I, uh, there is this new ramen place that just opened. Minato-sensei said it was really good, so maybe you would want to go there with me?”

“Sounds great. I haven’t had a good bowl of ramen in some time.”

He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face. “How about on Sunday? I don’t have any missions left by then. Maybe around 5, I’ll come and pick you up?”

You nodded, your cheeks warm. “Sunday works for me. I’ll trust your judgement, then, Obito,” Fiddling with the flowers in your hands, you took a step back. “Would you like to come in? We could talk some more while I put the flowers in a vase.”

An indescribable sense of happiness washed over Obito as he walked into your cozy apartment. He had truly done it, he had successfully asked you out on a date, and you said yes. In his eyes, the day couldn’t be any better.

[itjazzbicch]

A Deeper Bond

Pairing: Hokage!Obito Uchiha x Fem Reader

Summary: Continuation of Our Futures:

With the reader helping Obito in the office now that he is hokage, she sees how stressful it can be, taking care of Obito when he has a night to unwind, learning how deeply they feel about each other…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Slight swearing, unprotected sex, creampie)

Word Count: 1.1k

“Why hello, Lord fifth,” I’d never get tired of saying those words, popping my head into Obito’s office, halting at the sight of his head laying on the desk.

“You don’t have to be so formal, Y/N,” He mumbled into the desk, clearly tired out from his day.

“But I like saying that,” I skipped in, coming to rub his back and deliver good news, “On a good note, no more paperwork and you have nothing else to take care of for the night.”

“That’s a relief,” He sighed, eye closing with a soft smile while I continued to rub up and down his back.

“I know you’ve had a lot on your plate lately, so how about you come over to my place for dinner and you can relax?”

Sitting up with a bigger smile, it spread to my face too, standing up and stretching:

“Please! I’d could use some good food.”

“And I’ll make that happen,” Kissing his cheek and taking his hand, his cheeks were red just from that, following me eagerly.

We didn’t have a far walk to my home, heading over and I made sure that he laid back on the couch to unwind while I headed to kitchen and prepared his favorite meal.

There wasn’t a second where he wasn’t smiling, sitting at dinner and venting to me about some of his duties as we ate.

I listened with open ears, trying to give him some advice as I did help along him along with Kakashi, who was his advisor.

Once his plate was cleared, I gave him a nice cold drink, sitting back on the couch while I washed the dishes.

“I just want you to know, Y/N. I appreciate you so much,” Obito murmured from the couch, looking back to see he was spacing out a little.

“I’d do anything for you,” I cooed sweetly while drying my hands, noticing that he was in a deep thought and so, heading behind where he was sitting, massaging his shoulders deeply and asking softly, “Something still on your mind?”

He was quiet, not sure what to say, and I wanted him to be in a happy place rather than lost in thought, leaning down to his ear and whispering sweetly:

“If there’s anything I can do, Obito, just tell me.”

Melting back against the couch, he took my hand to guide me around to him, rather bold for a change and sitting me on his thigh.

“Kiss me, again?”

Now it made sense why he was spacing out. He was just nervous to ask. I should’ve expected it considering how we were crossing into a new relationship.

“That’s all you had to say,” I giggled, holding his cheek and resting against his chest as I kissed him.

Instantly, he was even more relaxed, hugging me while our kiss grew more tender, getting lost and body natural flowing over to straddle him.

His legs were shaking from my kisses working down to his neck, squeezing me as I felt his erection against me, grinding slowly against it.

“Hey,” I whispered, making him look to me, assuring there was nothing wrong with his feelings, “Relax. If you want me to take care of that too, I gladly will.”

“I just can’t help it,” He whispered back, gripping harder while my hips kept moving.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Slipping my hand down and palming him, I meant whole heartedly, “I just want to make you happy, Obito.”

“You do, Y/N,” Huffing out his words, I noticed that, screw it, look in his eyes, bear hugging me and kissing me so hungrily and powerfully, “I love you.”

“I love you too-oh!”

Pushing us down to the couch on my back, he was losing control in the best way, a grind of his own so blissful, kisses a bit sloppy but full of love that made me ready for more.

“Let’s go to my room?” I slipped from my tongue, clinging to him as he picked me up nodding, carrying me straight to my bed.

Dropped on the bed, we both started stripping out of our clothes, Obito freezing once I was fully naked, but slowly smiling.

“Come here, baby,” I cooed, taking his hands to feel my skin, offering myself to him, “This is all yours. Do whatever you want to me.”

His hands started roam on their own, unable to help himself and leave kisses all over me, skin meeting with steam as neither of us didn’t want to wait anymore.

“Oh my god,” He gasped, sharing my moan, needing to watch his cock slip into, being so careful and gentle.

He was only feeding so much, watching my reactions, and I tried to help take that nervousness away by pulling his hip towards me some:

“You’re not gonna break me, you know.”

“I know that,” He sighed, but giggling with me, running his face between my breasts, “I just want to take my time with you.”

Before getting the chance to speak, my jaw hung at how full I was, our hips finally meeting and making a lewd moan come out of me.

“Obito-“ I started clinging to him because of how suddenly my body heated up, his head coming back up to mine:

“You like that more?”

“Mhm!” Keeping my legs back further to let him go deeper, my moans started flooding the room as he moved quicker, hitting just the right spot.

“Damn, your moans are beautiful,” Whispering under his breath, he was bottoming me out almost every time, able to handle the speed and keep me moaning through and through.

I didn’t even realize how much of a mess I was, lost in another world for so long till I felt his forehead against mine, hearing muffled pants, peaking to see him nawing his lip.

“You okay?” Holding his head, he nodded frantically, holding the pillow that was resting my head, thrusts growing harder and shaking us.

“I just wanna feel you one more time,” He said quickly before biting his lip again, getting what he wanted with a few more thrusts, building up the pressure in a flash, having my eyes rolling with a cry of his name as the steaming coil of heat in my stomach snapped:

“O-Ooh! Obito!”

“Shit,” His voice grew deep, nearly collapsing onto of me, gasping at the same time when a new heat took over us, feeling it pour inside of me, “Oh shi-“

“It’s okay, Obito. It’s okay,” I stumbled out, this bliss sending me into a sweet spiral that I didn’t mind in the slights, hand roaming to his hip and keeping it pinned to mine, “That was sooo good.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled a little at my tired nod and smile, kissing my cheek, “Only right to make you feel as good as you make me.”

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[sleepysnk]

a/n: hey guys! sorry for the long wait. i haven’t had much motivation to write for the beach recently, but i had this finished so i am finally updating! it’s hard to believe that the story will be finished soon. i can’t believe it lmao. i hope you guys enjoy and thank you for your patience!

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, mentions of anxiety, some angst, mentions of alcohol consumption (?), protective konan (as per usual).

The Beach: Chapter Thirty

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Disoriented.

That’s the only word that felt appropriate at the moment. Hell, it was the only word that could describe how you were feeling. 

When you finally awoke the next morning, you were lost. You weren’t sure as to why you felt so.. anxious? Your stomach felt like it was in knots, and your heart was racing rapidly inside of your chest. However, you had zero recollection of the previous night. You didn’t know why you felt so sick, but it alarmed you. There were so many questions you had asked yourself. How did you get home last night? You had no idea how you ended up in your bed that morning. You were even wearing the same clothes you had left in. Did you get drunk?

You sat up in your bed. The light from the outside was basking into your room, leaving a soft glow to it. You wondered what time it was, but you couldn’t find your cell phone. Deep down, you were hoping that someone didn’t take it or something. 

However, you soon realized that it was in your back pocket. 

Reaching backwards, you pulled out your cell phone. The screen lit up, causing your eyes to squint from the harsh blue light rays. The time on your phone displayed that it was ten o’clock in the morning. You were probably hungover or something. You only really slept in if you drank the previous night, but you wondered what you had to make you blackout like that. Maybe you had some Pink Whitney or some extra shots. What you did know was that you were still very tired.

Though, there was something else that was odd to you on your phone. 

You had an immense amount of notifications. It ranged from missed phone calls to missed text messages. There were even a few voicemails you had, and it confused you. If you were drunk, surely someone made it known that they had taken you home, right? 

Then why the fuck was Konan in those missed messages?

It started to panic you. There were many questions starting to appear inside of your mind. Who took you home last night? How did you get here? What happened after you left the party? It made you feel sick, because you had no answers for any of them. You were certain Konan was at the apartment, so you’d have to ask her what happened. Frankly, you had no idea what was going on here, but you knew you’d have to message all of your friends to ease their worries about you. 

You quickly stood up, heading towards your dresser to change out of the clothes you were wearing. You needed to find something more comfortable, because you were so over the one you had on now. 

You pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It soon hit you that you still had your makeup on from last night. It made dread rush through you at the realization. You weren’t exactly in the best mood to deal with the possibility of a breakout, so you’d definitely have to clean yourself up once you sorted out this issue with Konan. 

Once you were changed, you opened the door to your bedroom. 

The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet. It made you wonder if Konan was even awake yet. She always had the worst experiences when it came to hangovers. Maybe you’d make her some breakfast and a nice smoothie to make her feel better. After all, she had been dealing with your mess for the last couple of weeks. It’s the least you could do to make up for all of those late night conversations and tear filled evenings she had dealt with. You wondered what she might be in the mood for. Eggs? No, that’s a little too nauseating. Maybe some fruit and some toast would be good. 

You turned the corner and almost jumped out of your skin when you saw Konan sitting at the dining table. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and her phone in her hand. She seemed to be mindlessly scrolling through her apps, because she didn’t notice you at first. 

“Hey..” 

Your voice broke her out of her thoughts. Konan’s eyes left her phone and were placed onto you. You weren’t expecting her reaction, but she suddenly rushed towards you and embraced you into a big hug. “Jesus, (Y/N).. you scared the shit out of me last night.” she sighed with relief, her hands caressing your back smoothly. 

Your arms went to wrap around her waist. You were kind of confused by her reaction, so you figured that you’d ask her about it. “Konan..” you started, “Of course I’m fine, why is everyone so worried about me..? Did I get too wasted last night?”

She then pulled away, her eyebrows knitting together almost immediately. Her facial expression started to worry you. Why did she seem like she was pitying you? “Do you.. not remember? You worried me like crazy last night! I didn’t think he’d be there, but he was!” she replied, placing her hands onto your shoulders. 

The mention of a he made your blood turn cold. It hit you all at once, and the memories from the previous evening suddenly flooded into your brain. You understood it all now. You knew why you felt so anxious when you woke up, and it made you sick knowing that this happened all last night. How could everything go so south within hours? All you wanted to do was have some fun with your friends to get your mind away from the thoughts you had been having the past few days. However, it didn’t seem like anything could go right for you these days. 

You weren’t even sad anymore. If anything, you were more frustrated at the fact that Itachi was back and trying to make a move. You had spent so much time trying to rebuild yourself from what he had done. For him to come and destroy that made you so upset. You could never forget what happened that night he cheated on you. He made you feel so insecure and you practically despised every aspect of yourself. It was hard for you to trust any man who wanted to speak with you on a romantic level. That’s mainly why you chose to make this semester about you and you only. However, things didn’t exactly go your way, and now you were dealing with two different issues. 

Though, Obito wasn’t the biggest problem now. It was Itachi, and you had to figure out what to do with him. 

Your eyes settled on Konan who was genuinely worried about you. She lost you that night and she later found out your ex-boyfriend was there. It made her sick knowing she wasn’t there to intervene. “I remember now..” you muttered, “You have nothing to feel bad about, Konan. I didn’t think he’d be there either, but I’m fine.”

Konan stared at you with disbelief. How could you feel fine with all of that on your plate? Seeing your ex-boyfriend at a party after all he had done must have sent you over the edge. “(Y/N).. please, don’t lie to yourself. I know how much Itachi bothers you and it’s okay to not feel okay with him being around.” she stepped towards you, her eyes seeming serious. 

You let out air through your mouth. All of this didn’t feel real at all. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do. You didn’t know what to feel or how to react to this sudden intrusion in your life. Itachi had been MIA for months since your breakup. Why show up now? You wanted to know, but you could never face him. The thought of his face in front of you made your stomach twist with knots. “I’ll be okay, trust me.” you tried your best to sound confident, but Konan could sense the uneasiness in your tone. 

She was about to respond, but the sound of a knock on the door made her pause. 

Who the hell could be here? 

You and Konan both exchanged glances with one another at the sudden arrival of a stranger. You decided to go towards the door to see who it could possibly be. There was a chance that it could have been Deidara or Sasori. The two were both at the party that previous evening, so maybe they were stopping by to check in on you. You weren’t opposed whatsoever, but they usually gave you both a heads up if they were going to come by. 

Stepping towards the door, you shifted the small metal peephole cover that was on top of the hole. 

Your eyes grew wide when you saw who was behind the door. It wasn’t Deidara, nor was it Sasori. It was actually the exact opposite. The sight of him standing outside your door caused your heartbeat to spike rapidly, and you had no idea what you were supposed to do. Many questions began to surface inside of your mind. How did he know where you lived? Why was he here? What was he going to say? Should you open the door? Fuck! This was going to tear you apart!

“Konan..” you said. “Someone’s here.”

Konan’s eyebrows knitted at your words. She didn’t like the tone of your voice. You sounded worried. She wondered if it was possible that Obito was here. He knew where the two of you resided, so it wouldn’t be much of a shock if he was standing right outside the door. 

Only question was.. who was there?

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For the headcanon thingy you were talking on Discord: Obito Uchiha being asked to help get something off the higher shelf

Your choice if at home (with s/o) or in a supermarket or smth (with stranger)

-Biscuit

HEHEHEHEH HELLO BISCUIT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I HOPE I CAN CHANNEL OBITO WELL ENOUGH FOR YOU AKSIXHSJSJ imma do my best 😤😤💜 I love the idea of him coming to your rescue while at the supermarket so I'm gonna roll with that!! Also: this is an AU where Obito is a good guy and never did Akatsuki things so he can actually enjoy a nice dinner with his honey 🥺

Asking Obito to get something from the top shelf

Most days you liked being blessed with your short genes. Today, unfortunately, was not one of those days.

You were at the supermarket with your partner buying ingredients for a meal you had been planning for a few weeks, and it was a recipe you'd never made before. He had gone off to look for some aromatics for the soup stock while you looked for the main ingredients.

You were in the spice aisle, and you needed the spice off the top shelf. No matter how much you stretched and how high you jumped, you just couldn't reach that one little canister you needed.

With a grumble, you skipped over to the end of the aisle and looked around for Obito.

After about a minute or two, he peered out from around the corner of another isle with the vegetables in his basket. He blinked at you as you waved him down.

"Y/N! What's up? Everything okay?" He spoke as he jogged over to you.

"I need your help." You grabbed his arm and pulled him down into the aisle, then looked up at the top shelf. "Would you mind?"

Obito looked at you, then up at the spice rack, then down at you again. He smiled and snickered, shaking his head a little bit.

"Of all the spices you need, it had to be the one that you can't reach." He reached up and grabbed the canister, then held it out in front of him. "Here ya go."

You smiled up at your partner and took the glass bottle from his hand, then placed it in your basket and beamed up at him.

"Thank you, baby." You giggled, grabbing onto his arm.

"Of course." He replied back with a smile as the two of you made your way to the checkouts.

[namelessuchiha]

need help finding an obito fanfic i want to reread;

premise is that mc is living out of a camper/van and resells thrifted goods, obito goes with mc on a week long road trip

i cannot for the life of me find this fic, its either on ao3 or on here, if anyone can help me, ily

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Tobi is not here anymore

Pairing: Tobi/Obito x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, Smut with feelings, Teasing, Cockwarming, Oral, Sub/Dom, Wet and Messy, Bondage, multiple orgasm, youre very bendy, friends to Lovers, unprotected sex. Summary: How much do you have to tease Tobi before Obito comes out to play, or fuck you dumb on his cock? A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

Tobi was sitting on the couch when you walked into the room, you closed the door and locked it as you had a smug look on your face. "Y/n-senpai! what are you up to?" he sang "want to try to scare Deidara again?" you chuckled as you shaked your head. "You know, I'm more in the mood to something else, I mean you should now" you smirked as you walked over to him. He smirked behind the mask as he thought to himself finally he sent you begging for his dick, he loved teasing you and it had become this twisted fun game of his.

He knew you wanted him bad, you weren't exactly good at hiding it as you thought you were. "Why don't you open up your coat" you said as you opened yours and revealed black pants and a tight black sweater hugging your breast. He bit his lip behind the mask as he saw your curves, your breasts and everything he had been dreaming of.

"y/n-senpai, youre being naughty~" you smiled at his answer as you dropped your coat to the floor "I know you saw me just a couple of minutes ago" you said, and he crossed his arms and his head leaned to the side "what did y/n-senpai see?" he asked you suprised and giggled behind his hand "pleasuring myself" you said and he dropped his hand as you leaned over to him and grabbed his coat with one hand "I didn't get to finish and it's your fault for teasing me so fucking bad, so I can't help but wanting to return the favor" you grabbed the zipper to open his coat when he instantly grabbed your hand and stopped you.

You couldn't see the smirk behind his mask or the hard dick he was hiding, throbbing and begging for your mouth. "Are you gonna be a good boy and behave?" you purred. He couldn't help himself, the image of you touching yourself was burned into his brain, going on replay. He was actually about to jerk off thinking about you before you came in here. You could hear him swallow as his chest began to heave "maybe~" he teased.

He had been teasing you for days now, you were sexually frustrated to say the least and then you caught him peeking when you tried to relief yourself. Your legs were spread and you were moaning his name as he was sitting outside the window behind a tree peeking, he caught you off guard so you had to stop. He disappeared and you got pissed to say the least. And here you are now, infront of him and it felt like he's still trying to mess with your head.

You smirked "Now it's my turn to tease you" you said as you tried to open up his coat "let go of my hand" you said calmly "now" you spat, warning him. "ok~" he said chipper. You smirked as he let go of your hand and you opened his coat. Your mouth fell open as you saw what he was hiding underneath, litterally leaving nothing to your imagination.

His pants was hugging his large fat dick. He smiled behind the mask as he was loving every moment of seeing your reactions. You let out a silent moan as you licked your dry lips.

He silently cursed as he wanted to taste your lips so bad, he wanted to taste your toungue and his dick was throbbing for attention.

"Damn tobi" you smirked as you leaned back and took off your pants, reavling your bare clit. He melted at the sight of your clit and instantly he lifted his hips as he flipped out his cock, making sure to hide his scars. "Good boy" you smiled as you sat down to your knees.

He stared at you mouth as you slowly looked up at him, leaned forward and stuck out your tounge and tasted his sweet precum while keeping eyecontact. He loved that you were circling your toungue around his tip while keeping eyecontact. You felt his precum was like a candy you couldn't get enough off, It tastes so sweet.

You eagerly licked up every drop like it was worth millions and He leaned his head back into the couch. You inhaled his length like you were starving, humming as you made his dick wet from your drool.

He hummed at your mouth hugging his dick, bobbing your head. He melted as he enjoyed the sight of you finally sucking his dick. You pushed your mouth deeper until you felt his balls under your chin "This is teasing?" he struggled badly to say, sending sparks throughout your body. You took his throbbing cock out of your mouth. He looked down at you closely, curious about what you had planned next.

"no" you said and straddled him. You grabbed both his hands and tied them up behind his head fast. "I'm just getting started" you placed his dick into your folds. The instant touch sent him flying, he stared at your lips as he tried not to even breathe funny. He let out a sigh as your clit felt too good.

You moved his dick twoards your entrance as he tried to push up his hips. You held his cock tight "I'm in charge" you said as he tried his hardest not to make a sound "I decide when you can fuck me" you smirked "So be a good boy and listen to me" he chuckled in a low deep voice which sent a surge deep inside you.

You noticed something in him change for a moment, but he went back instantly back to Tobi, "I like your sweet pussy" he said cheerfully as Tobi. You wanted him badly but also you wanted him to open up to you. You smirked as you thought you just have to tease him enough to talk in his real voice, you just wanted to fuck him raw and real, and if he was hiding something youre just gonna have to tease it out of him.

You placed his cock back to your entrance and slowly sat down on his cock, trying to adjust to his length. He couldn’t help but to let out silent deep groans through his mask which made you even more motivated on teasing him.

You moaned as you slowly felt his dick fill you up "Fuck youre big" you huffed as you leaned flushed into his chest as you kissed his neck. His dick was leaving no room to spare at all, hugging your tight walls perfectly. "you wanna know what I was thinking about?" you began as you grabbed his hands and pushed them towards the wall.

He loved seeing you take control like this, letting you think you have the upper hand was so amusing to him.

"Before you rudely interrupted me, instead of joining me" you said and tightened your core as he felt his dick being squeezed inside you, causing him to try his best to not let out any more deep groans but he couldn't help himself as he let out a deep moan.

He knew you had already noticed something was up, your tight walls were making it pretty hard for him to keep up. And the fact you weren't moving were just driving him more horny for you.

"I thought about your hands all over my body" you let your free hand wander, touching his muscles "I thought about riding you like this" you moaned as you moved your hips slowly thrusting him once. He couldn't help himself as he let out a deep groan.

You pinned his hands hard to the wall, he chuckled in a deep voice and let out a groan, which sent shivers down your spine. You closed your eyes hard shut as you wanted to touch your clit so bad, but you knew if you did you would climax way too soon. "I thought about your dick deep inside me like this" you whispered into his ear.

His precum and your wet clit was already soaking up his pants. You thrusted slowly up and then down as you grinded onto his pelvis and you could hear the wet noises, which was driving him insane. You stopped thrusting, He leaned his head back and let out a deep moan.

His entire chakra changed yet again, like an off switch you were teasing, on and off. His dark voice ecchoed inside your head. You wanted more, the thought of hearing his dark voice would burn into your memory forever, you knew you would be touching yourself while hearing his deep moans on replay inside your head. But it wasn't enough, You wanted more. No, you craved more.

You tightned your core and thrusted slowly up and then you thrusted hard down once more before you stopped. At this point he didn't care anymore, he switched off Tobi. You couldn't see his face, but it didnt matter. He wasn't Tobi anymore, He was definitely gone.

"Do you know how much I wanna fuck you right now?" he said with his normal voice, You moaned at his words and slowly began to thrust down before you managed to stop and tired your best to not thrust onto him again as you tried to breathe calmly.

He wanted to rip up the knot and just grab your ass and fuck you until you got speechless: litterally dumb on his fat cock. His dick was throbbing and begging for more speed, you were going too fucking slow and were definitely teasing him real bad.

"Your voice is so fucking sexy" you leaned twoards his clothed neck and kissed him onto his neck, you leaned up "I wonder how good your lips taste" you hummed into his ear.

He cursed under his breath as he smirked, he wanted to fuck you right the fuck now and he wanted to taste your sweet lips, he wanted you to moan into his mouth so he could taste your moans.

"You know at some point" he said with his delicious deep voice "I'm going to rip up this knot and fuck you stupid, right?" you couldn't help yourself as his voice was such a turn on as you automatically began to thrusted onto his dick "yeah?" you moaned "I'm not repeating myself and I'm not your fucktoy" you huffed as you began to thrust faster, feeling more turned on more and more the more he talked. he began to huff as he smirked behind his mask "If anything, youre fucking mine." you started to loose it as you thrusted down hard, shaking your ass down onto his cock.

He could see your breast jumping up and down with each thrust "you want me to fuck you real good and fast?" he cooes "show you how to properly fuck someone?" he hissed, you were struggling and could feel your control over him slip away "tobi" you moaned as you felt you were close "Fuck me" you moaned.

He looked behind him and saw it was dark outside "enough" he said seriously and ripped open the knot "it's your turn being tied up" he smirked and grabbed both of your hands and tied them behind your back before you could say or do anything "you're my fucktoy"

He grabbed a glass that was standing in the window and threw it across the room turning off the lights. "Fuck Tobi" you winced. It felt like he had you wrapped around his finger. He took off his coat, and his tight sweatshirt and then he took off his mask. You couldn't see his face but you were too fucked out to care anyway.

He finally crashed his lips into yours, he was hungry and starving as he could taste your sweet tounge. You melted into his kisses as you couldn't help but to want more- He moaned as he grabbed your waist and pulled you flushed into him, then he gripped your waist and thrusted you down onto his cock. You moaned into his lips as his hips were clapping hard up into you.

Your moans and your rough make out session sent you over the edge, you felt a surge throughout your body as your breath became short but deep, rapidly. "Cum on my dick, let me taste your moans" he hummed "yes, just like that" he cooes as you climaxed "good girl" he cooes as he smirked and spanked your ass hard.

You ripped open your hands and wrapped your hands around his neck as you let your fingers grip tightly onto his hair, leaning his head into the couch. "mfh" he moaned as you continued to make out with him. You stood still as he wrapped his hands around your waist hard, while making out with him as he continued to slam up into you while moaning into your lips as he climaxed deep inside you.

He panted as he smirked at you, you could see the moonlight hitting his smirk. He noticed this and looked into your eyes unsure of how you would react.

You couldn't care less as you leaned down and kissed him. He hummed as your sweet kisses and it began to grow into another makeout session, he moaned as his hips began to thrust slowly into you once more.

His cum was dripping out of you as he thrusted up into you. You leaned back and threw off your top, he groaned as he leaned forward and kissed your nipple, sucked it and moved over to the other one.

He licked and sucked as he grabbed the other one with one hand as he thrusted into you. You cupped his face and kissed him as you both went eagerly back to making out. The wet noises coming from where you both are connected sent you over the edge as you moaned "Fuck me harder" you huffed "please."

He lifted you up, holding your thighs and laid you down onto the bed nearby. He threw off the rest of his clothes as he crawled over you. He slipped His hard cock into you and rolled his hips as he kissed your neck, "please, fuck-" before you could finish your sentence his hips snapped and he thrusted slammed hard into you.

He let out moans and groans as he fucked you so hard you felt unable to form sentence, "fuck babe~" he moaned which sent you over to the edge as you climaxed once more, your sweet release was like an addiction to him, he couldn't get enough.

He slowed down "you're done allready?" you teased, He chuckled and put your legs up on his shoulders as he slipped his hard cock inside you and he leaned forward pinning you down and kissed you "I'm not nearly done" he hummed in his deep voice, his cock pushed deep inside you as his pelvis was now grinding onto your pelvis.

He let out a groan as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them deeper down until your knees hit the matress. He began to thrust hard into you with no warning, clapping his hips hard into you, You grabbed his muscled arms as you felt you were close "I~" you managed to say before you climaxed.

He groaned as he slowed down and pushed his dick deeper. You gasped silently as he thrusted his dick hard into you. The clapping sounds turned faster, his balls were now spanking you. He moaned as the wet sounds, his hips clapping into you and rough needy kisses sent him over the edge as he climaxed for the second time into you.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you while huffing "Do you have anything I can clean myself up with?" you asked him as you were holding onto your pussy for not spilling any more than you already have.

He raised out of the bed, walked around and grabbed you in bridal style as he walked twoards a door. It was dark, so you couldn't quite see him but then he opened a door, the bathroom was still lit.

He let you down and you didn't turn to look at him. You instantly turned the light off as the moonlight was hitting the floor. you could sense he was standing right behind you. You walked over to the shower and turned it on "join me?" you said in a calm tone.

You could feel your heart beat as he walked across the moonlight twoards you. Your eyes were locked as he stood there in the moonlight for a moment, you let out your hand and waved him over "come here already" you said and he walked over to you, you cupped his face and stood under the warm water hitting your body as you kissed him deeply.

"why" he asked in his deep voice "I don't care, I like you" you said honestly and looked up at him. He looked down into your eyes seriously as he leaned down and wrapped you into his arms and kissed you while sighing happily.

[visionsofmagic]

day 4: uchiha obito [mutual masturbation]

࿓ synopsis • you can’t deny the desire you have for obito and you want to show it.

―❦ nsfw, akatsuki member!obito, watching, voyeurism, pet names, humiliaton, day dreaming (kinda), masturbation, fingering, neck holding, cum eating, swearing, ordering, power play (a little), shinobi!reader, f!reader. • 1.9k • so fun to write this maniac yet broken man, love him soo much, much favorite character from naruto beside kakashi. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

he is a wanted former shinobi, a danger to all nations, and you’re just someone he knows from the past he can’t get his mind off. 

it’s always like this; he leaves the others, the world behind the moment the sun disappears, and the shining stars lighten the sky up in the night of the hidden leaf. he comes here – comes to you. he knows you wait for him because the same circle of events happened for at least 2 years now. he stays behind the tree, behind your door’s windows yet gazes on inside, traveling on your body, watching every movement, and having a peaceful – even paradise, away from the cruel world behind him.

it’s simple – maybe it isn’t but he doesn’t care; he just likes to sit on a tree, and see the sight before him – you while cooking, reading, laughing at something you watch or read, playing with your hair, sometimes pouting – cute, he thinks, and he finds them enjoyable because it is you – the only person he sees entirely, he seeks and he misses. 

however, this night isn’t simple, it’s complex – he realizes even before coming here, finding you sitting on the edge of your bed, the window is wide open, the wind of the hidden leaf flows into your room, a few things fly from here to there including your hair. you seem as if you don’t notice any of it – you don’t, he can say, after with the arrival of his presence, you only focus on him.

you don’t look, eyes still on the wall in front of you, hands between your thighs, the marks of heat you have are visible on your body that is lighted below the gleam of the moon.

obito isn’t blind, no, he has an eye to see clearly, even under the dark light of the night, even from that far. the vision helps him to witness the scene before him with magnificent quality and detail.

he isn’t dumb either – can be the most intelligent man in the whole world. you know it, you always tell him how smart he is, catching little details, especially when it comes to you. he remembers the moments you were surprised when he understood gestures even though you can’t realize what you’re doing, so when he comes here, he doesn’t waste a second time to gather enough knowledge about what is going on.

he leaves a deep chuckle under his mask, a hand stays on one of the branches of the tree he is sitting on, “what a silly girl,” he says, head tilting to the side when you close your eyes, opening them again, and taking a deep breath.

with the knowledge of what you will do next, he gets excited – only you can make him feel this kind of emotion with the rest of the others including lust. he doesn’t have to be smart to get the hints; his girl – he likes to call you that, sitting on the bed, a thin white night dress you chose to wear that shows your entire body underneath it – hardened nipples because of both the cold night and him are visible, exposed thighs clenching together, and a bottle of oil standing on the bed, beside you.

it isn’t surprising that you are naughty and horny, wanting to create a show only obito can witness to. you tried this before, maybe more innocent, but you did. however, obito can’t deny that this one is far more different than the previous ones. his rapid breaths prove him right and when you take another deep breath, he sees determination in your sparkling eyes, and it catches him off the ground when you suddenly change your position.

now you sit right in front of the open window – him. he can see you directly – not your side profile. if you look up, he knows your eyes will be in contact with each other.

you don’t anyway. your eyes focus on your thigh, opening them wider, slowly, you pick up the dress until your soaked pussy can be seen – he holds his voice low when he leaves a growl, hand grips the brunch tighter, head tilts forward to see it closer – “oh maker,” he says, “what a beautiful pussy!”

he knows you hear him because your cheeks begin to burn with redness, hands squeeze the fabric of your dress, eyes half-closed. 

he waits for you to move on – to give him more – he’s needy; the desire to come into your room and have you under him right away is pleasing to the ear, however, he wants to wait, you prepared for him after all. he wants to see how far his good girl can go.

two fingers get inside your wet mouth, the tongue licks them from tip to toe – his cock twitch with lust; that wet fingers travel down to your pussy, standing on your folds and playing with them, slowly enough to drive him crazy.

he expects you to put your fingers inside that fleshy pussy of yours yet you have a different plan; your left-hand finds the thin strap of the dress as the other stays still, playing with the folds, earning low lewd sounds mixing with your rapid breaths. 

taking off the straps from your shoulders, it falls into your abdomen in a smooth motion, hardened nipples and the cute flesh of your breasts are revealed, making obito’s hand find his clothed cock under the cloak of akatsuki. another growl goes out of his parted and dry lips, he licks them to feel wet as if his lips taste your pussy, kneeling down and eating it out.

somehow his mind goes all dizzy, taking functions of moving from his brain, filling it with you who starts to play with hardened nipples, squeezing them from time to time – low moans leave your opened mouth that obito wants to put his cock into – for another day, he thinks.

he needs to live this moment and enjoy it at the highest level.

after quite a foreplay with your breasts – squeezing, slapping, licking them, you have obito in a state of a needy man whose mind is full of lust, brown eye activates the sharingan because he never wants to forget, the cloak is long forgotten under his feet, cock is standing inside his palm, precum licking from it.

the fingers finally enter your pussy in one go, the head is thrown back, a scream can be heard, minds lose themselves, and sin remains behind.

it’s feels so wrong and so right at the same time; neither of you cares yet the feeling of it drives both of you mad. hunger for one to another rising up with a dangerous rate in sync with your fingers going and out of your now wetter pussy, lewd sounds filling the room travel inside to outside until it reaches the man who jerking himself off while reaching euphoria closer owing to the sight he watches; wide open legs, pussy clenching around the fingers that give pleasure – but he knows well that he is one of your ultimate pleasure givers by only staring at your nearly naked body, eyes blurry, mouth half-open, breasts bouncing in rhythm.

“fuck -!” he swears under his breath, close to the edge like you, hand getting faster. “pretty –“ he says louder, wanting it to reach your ears, and it does. “my pretty girl, go on, give me –“ 

nodding to him, you lower your head down so that you look at each other. 

eye to eye, breath to breath, heart to heart – you see the red eye he has, taking your breath away, and an idea pops inside your mind when you can’t see the lower part of his body. you guess what he’s doing under there but you need to see it, so, you chuckle, teasing him, “oh, my greedy pretty boy, can’t handle watching me like this?” it is a question, indeed, but it doesn’t feel like it. “come closer,” you say, ass moves until you reach the middle of the bed, getting away from him to provoke him. it’s unfair that he can see your pussy yet you can’t see his cock. “please –“ you say, close to the edge, “ooohh, obito –!”

without any control of the body, he moves on his own with the help of eagerness, jumping to the window fast enough to make you rethink your plan once again. the idea vanishes into thin air when your eyes connect with him; standing with his glory, he sits on the edge of the window, the mask is still on but the eye – oh that hazardous eye that can end lives gives life to you now, hands stay on the thighs to show off his thick and long cock – and yes, you open your eyes wider when you see it, precum is all over it. you have to fight with the urge of kneeling down on the ground and taking it into your mouth, sucking it, licking it so that he can fuck you with all that wetness afterward – 

“pretty,” he says after chuckling deeply, taking your mind all to himself – to his presence. “move your fingers,” he orders, sounds deep and sending chills down your spine. you wait no more, readjusting the fingers, going back to the rhythm and rate you had – the difference this time is that you witness how his hand rubbing his cock, up and down, giving a weakness to you that you merely have the power to continue.

want to make him cum, make a mess, wins – you get up on your knees, rising on the bed, three fingers giving you pleasure as you bounce below them, breasts bouncing, acting like it’s his cock you’re bouncing on – riding, you moan his name, “aggh -! o – oohh –obito! please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, neither he is – maybe a bit yet you go on screaming his name, pleases wandering around the room, eyes look at his eye and his cock, a hand holding your breasts from time to time and a sin blooms in the night.

then, he says, “fucking cum.” and you do, your own cum dripping into your fingers – to the sheets, and his white semen flows into his long fingers, ending on the floor.

getting weak – exhausted, you sit down, hands on the bed, looking up, taking a sip of achievement because you drove him mad – too needy, too greedy – and ended up masturbating with you.

a smile appears on your face, he comes closer, and he tilts his head, pointing to your mouth, “open your mouth,” he sounds bossy, alerting you that if you don’t do what he tells you, you will end up in a situation that you face with real menace side of obito, so, you open your dry mouth due to all that moans, and he puts his fingers that full of semen into it. his free hand caresses your hand as you suck his fingers off, bitter taste of the semen that belongs to obito burns the throat – you want more. “my good girl, did that all for me? and even cleaning the mess she caused,” he chuckles, fingers roaming on the lips, hand now holding the neck, kneeling down closer, the eye sparkles – turning the room into the new setting of sin which will bloom sooner than you thought, “will take care of that wet pussy after I fuck this beautiful mouth of yours. will fill all holes with my cum to reward you for the show, my special whore.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina ! special thanks. 🎆

[tagging is open!]

[itachislbeloved]

Forced Breeding

"Do you feel that, baby, huh? Do you feel me deep inside you?" he asked as he thrusted deep in you, your face and cheeks red from the heat that your body was radiating. You couldn't answer as his thrusts were too powerful and left you a moaning mess. All you could do was a nod and his hands travelled to your throat, holding it and pressing it slightly, not too hardly. "Words baby, I need words." he put pressure on your throat, "Y-yes, I feel you." you said between your moans and with your eyes closed feeling too good. "Should I breed you, hm, baby? Should I pump you full of my cum? Wouldn't you love that, hm? Wouldn't you love my cum dripping down your pussy?" his words made you open your eyes wide and stare at him in panic. "N-no, don't, please don't." you said as you tried to push him from on top of you but he just chuckled and held both of your hands in his one, "I don't take no for an answer baby, I will breed you and make you mine. You don't have any other choice than just to be bred by me." he said as he thrusted deeper in you and you could feel your tears trickling down your cheeks, you came around his shaft and you could feel hot liquid pour into you, you knew he did it, he came in you when you were not on the pills. "You are mine, baby, only mine to breed." he said as he came into you with a dark chuckle leaving his mouth.

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Itachi, Obito, Madara, Tobirama, Kakashi, Pain, Geto, Sukuna, Gojo, Toji.

(I couldn't think of other characters so please let me know if you think of others.)

(Come on you know Uchihas would love to breed their partners <3)

[obitos-whore]

Relationship headcanons for Obito

Golden retriever boyfriend!!!

Super duper touch-starved and always wants to hold or touch you. Gib kiss please

Big fan of PDA

Loves to shower your face in kisses and vice versa

Big ol' softie who's not afraid of showing his emotions even in public

Obito is a hopeless romantic and will go all out when he's with you

Will totally show you off, especially to Bakashi

Would low-key marry you after a week of being together

Envisions a future with you and gets super excited when he talks about it

Will go on dates with you at least once a week

Buys you little gifts that remind him of you

He's completely smitten by you and your beauty and will stare at you with heart eyes

Extremely protective of you

Loves it when you play with his hair and will practically beg you for some head pats

Lots and lots of late night talks

Still gets all shy and blushy whenever you give him a compliment

Needs to hold onto you to fall asleep

Big fan of pillow fights

Wants to be the little spoon and will coax you by looking at you with puppy eyes

You're the only one allowed to touch the scarred half of his face

Hogs all the blankets and even has the audacity to shove his cold ass feet underneath you

[indras-wife]

Hi ! I love your blog and your headcanons. Thank you so much for giving us some good Indra content!❤️❤️❤️❤️

I really loved the Indra and the Uchihas waking up in a female body scenarios that you wrote earlier. Those were hilarious !

I was wondering if you could write a scenario where Indra and the Uchihas get bodyswapped with their s/o. I'm curious what their reaction would be- (especially when seeing their s/o maneuvering their body 😂)

Have a nice day ! 💞

Another day and another beautiful request about Uchihas from cute Anon🥹💖Thank you for cute words and for reading my writings. Yall give me so much motivation😭💖💖And I will keep writing about Indra till I die of old age😭💖💖

This time more stuff will be unleashed in this request so hope you are ready cuties💖I decided to add Obito too as a small bonus~ The more the merrier as they say😉🌙💕

Warning: Mature Content, mentions of Self Harm,

Indra

Whoever is making this man go through this will pay for sure. Not only he had to deal with the humiliation of becoming a woman and his family seeing it, but now he found himself in his s/o’s body early in the morning. What is this damn sorcery?

As much as he LOVES his body, he has lots of things to do in his body. And whats worse, he had an important council meeting that morning so he was very worried on how that would happen. His s/o is a smart woman for sure, but there are many things she doesnt know and he cannot have his reputation tarnished.

Busy in his thoughts, he decided to walk around the house, since his s/o lives alone. This allowed him to not be worried about someone seeing him and speaking. His s/o was a very chatty person, while he generally dislikes having conversations, be it long or short. He walked outside, admiring the beautiful sunrise but something grabbed his attention at the corner of his eyes. His s/o’s laundry…more specifically her panties that she hanged to dry

Indra loves his s/o’s style as it suits her perfectly. She goes for the aesthetic pink and nude colours, which make her features be more appealing to the eye. Her undergarments are the same: pink or nude, sometimes even black but not always. Seeing her clothes and remembering that he is in her body, he smirked slightly at the brilliant idea in his head.

He went back to her room and stood in front of a mirror. He has already seen her body many times, it was nothing new for him, but for some reason he had this big urge to inspect her body that was now his(hopefully temporary). The beautiful pastel pink colored robe was slowly untied, revealing her body underneath is. This caught Indra by surprise because he never thought he s/o was sleeping naked. He recommended it few times to her, but she absolutely refused to hear him. Maybe she decided to see what Indra meant by saying her to sleep naked, just to see the benefits of it.

Not focusing too much on the nakedness under the robe, Indra wasted no time in touching the blessed body he was in. Her boobs felt somehow softer when he touched them, and every small detail on her body that he somehow did not notice was right in front of him. His favourite marks of her body were the mole on her boob and her birthmark on her belly, both of which he loved seeing every time.

“I have some stretch marks…I am so ugly..” Indra remembered his s/o complaining about those marks, reaching to touch them on her inner thighs. Those marks made her very self-conscious of her appearance, not wishing to expose herself to him. But Indra loved those marks more than anything. He believes that stretch marks are just a proof that you are healthy. Contrary to his girlfriend’s belief, who thinks stretch marks are result of her gaining weight, Indra believes that stretch marks are result of her being in her final phase of maturity.

The more he looked and touched, the more he wanted to keep going. His mind was replaying their late nights love-making in the forest, how pure and sweet everything was. He started to feel warm and tingly especially between his legs. Is this what she feels…? His hand moved to his new body’s clit, fingers already skill fully playing with it. He always wondered what she felt when his fingers were inside her or when he was rubbing her, and now seemed he had the chance to feel what she felt. Of course, he would also use this playtime to understand her body better and give her the pleasure she deserves. As skillfull as he was, Indra believed there’s always place for improvement.

Madara

Soft pillows and his s/o’s scent all around him when he was waking up. One thing Madara loved the most was how sweet she smelled and now he could smell her as if she was right…there. Wait… He quickly opened his eyes realising that he didnt spend the night at his lover’s room so…why did the bed smell like her? No intimacy happened last night too…He quickly got up and…ah there was the catch. He could smell her scent because he was in her body… “Damn it..!” he said angrily, looking at him weirdly. He did not want to believe that this was actually him, that he for some unexpected way is in his s/o’s body.

This sort of adventure is not in his calendar. He was tired of the previous experience, but this is new level that he both hates and loves. Madara does not speak about this often but being next to his s/o is an undying desire. He made a wish last night to be closer to her, and maybe the heavens decided to do what he asked…? But they did it the wrong way. Seeing how the house was still asleep, he decided to dress up and leave the house as soon as possible. His destination? Of course the Uchiha compound, to see if his s/o is in his body or no.

His s/o, being more feminine, did not have many choices of pants and shirts as her closet was filled with beautiful kimonos and obis. But he had no time and no desire to look as beautiful as his s/o, so he grabbed whatever he could and ran out of the house. Of course, he stumbled into another issues as he could not be fast in this body or jump on the trees, since his s/o’s body is pretty fragile. So he had to walk as fats as his legs could carry him.

He went to the compound, entering it from the secret passage Izuna and his use often. Luckily for them no one discovered it yet so they could still use it. He went upstairs to his room quietly, opening the door fast and walking in.

“ Y/n, if you have my body we need to …” his words slowly died in his mouth from the scene in front of him. He saw himself laying on the futon, eyes closed and his cock in his hand. S/o, who undoubtedly was in his body, was enjoying herself..maybe even too much…She was so gone in pleasure that him entering the room and speaking did not startle her.

Madara, who was more than intrigued at this, stood by the door, watching his girlfriend enjoy his body. He could not blame her for pleasuring herself, after all its only natural that a body switch makes one intrigued to understand the new body they are in. Every touch feels foreign and new and one thing leads to another.

“Enjoying yourself I see…” he spoke, making Y/n stop her pleasurable activity. She did not notice how he or…she herself came in the room, but she was glad Madara was there. She knew what was waiting, seeing the fire in his eyes. “Yes..I am…Join me love…”she spoke, her voice full of desire.

She did not need to say anything else, as Madara was already taking his clothes off, throwing them on the floor without care and walking to her. Having his body switched was not a very desirable thing for him, but he was not against having this happen to him often. It gave him the chance to see and experience things differently now. He gained the knowledge of what sex felt for his s/o, how her body reacted to every touch and how different the feeling are for her.

Nevertheless, he decided to stop thinking about ways to switch their bodies back, as now he had another thing to take care of: his horny girlfriend.

Izuna

Out of everything that has happened to them, Izuna was not waiting for his body to be taken over by s/o. He had the opportunity of becoming female, but his body being switched with his girlfriend….was out of his imagination. He knew every part, every inch of her body so having her body as his own for some days was not as exciting as he thought.

But his genius brain came up with a very romantic idea. He grabbed a piece of paper and feather pen, dipped it in ink and started writing. He was sure that his idea now would uplift his girlfriend who has been little moody lately because of a small weight gain. Izuna knew how fixated she is on her weight, thanks to her family members who continuously remind her of every small weight change.

His girlfriend has been going through this abusive diet changes as long as he remembers: she would starve herself, eating only once in a day. This also impacted her self-esteem, as with every insulting comment from her family members made her feel unworthy and ugly. She even tried breaking up with Izuna once, claiming he deserved someone more beautiful than her, but Izuna stopped her, reassuring her that she is the most beautiful for him.

After spending a good hour or two on writing, he folded the piece of paper, put it in his kimono sleeve and exited the house. He was able to master his girlfriend’s way of responding to her family so when they asked him where he was going, a short and god explanation followed: “Going for a walk, It helps me lose weight”

He walked gracefully, not wanting to tarnish his girlfriend’s reputation as one of the most beautiful women out there. He was getting more comfortable in her body the more he walked, which he loved to experience. His woman was a truly blessed one when it came to her curves as she was curvy in all the right places. As he walked and reached the compound, he noticed her standing, in his body of course.

They quickly excused themselves and went to a more private room, to talk and discuss about their future doings regarding their situation. Izuna, who did not care much about switching their bodies back, took the piece of paper out of his kimono.

“My love…listen to me okay. It is sad we have this situation at our hands, but there’s something more important I am willing to tell you. I know how long you struggle with you self-image, how much you think that the toxic nonsense your parents told you is true. But its not. This switching of our bodies allowed me to do what I longed to do so long, which is prove that you are perfect. Here, take it and read this. Its for you” he said smiling. His girlfriend looked at him all puzzled, unable to form any sentence. She was in his body, but she could not help feeling nervous, a trait that Izuna does not seem to possess.

She took the paper, opened and started reading it slowly. Izuna took his time praising her and mentioning how beautiful and just amazing she is, how her body is gorgeous and does not require any change, how she should not listen to whatever her parents have to say, because as his future wife, she is perfect. Reading all of this brought tears to her face, a sense of happiness and fulfilment. They both hugged each other, his girlfriend thanking him for such words and reassurance. This was of course only the small percentage of what Izuna could do. However, as small as this gesture was, he was happy that he made his girlfriend happier.

Obito

Obito and his girlfriend do not know each other that much as others. They met each other on a mission, with Obito nearly killing her. To his own surprise, he decided not to and let her go. Soon he found Y/n following him around like a cat. He did not like it at first, but slowly came to terms with it.

Their relationship took years to bloom, starting with friendship. They had had rough pasts, both of them experiencing many traumatising events which made them close their hearts to the world. However, with small talks here and there, they opened up, talking about themselves and their goals.

Obito was usually busy with running errands behind shadows for Akatsuki, while his girlfriend was doing missions entrusted to her by Obito. They loved working together because not many words were exchanged yet they understood each other even from one glance: a rare type of connection.

This connection would prove to get only stronger when one day they woke up in each other’s bodies. A terrifying experience to say the least, considering they both had different activities for the day and could not do them without being in their bodies. While they both were trying to find a way to return to their original bodies, Obito on his end decided to slow down that thought because of some marks he noticed all over his switched body

The marks were obviously self-harm ones, which faded now and only the scars remained. He never noticed them before. In fact, he never even thought Y/n harmed herself. She was a very closed person and he simply did not care to ask. A stupid decision from his side he thinks. Upon looking into his body more, he saw more marks on her legs. These were fresh for sure, as they were still bloody.

Seeing those scars over her body made Obito sad. Why was she doing this to herself..? Why didnt he ever notice anything? Why he never asked her any questions about her pain as she was doing to him, He was treating her like a therapist, talking about his issues only. A selfish move by him for sure he thought. He had to talk to her, about maybe everything he felt which was anger, sadness and disappointment.

After a day, when Y/n finally figured out how to use Obito’s teleportation, was able to locate him and teleport her body to him. To her happiness he was where she last was: her hideout which was a small cave in the deep forest. Her legs took her to him when she suddenly stopped. He was sitting on the ground, eyes closed and head leaning on the wall. His fingers were tracing the scars of his arm, something that Y/n did not want to expose to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your..self-desturction habit Y/n” he spoke. Taking off the mask she was wearing, she walked to him. “I did not want to burden you with my problems Obito. You already had…enough to worry about. My struggles are mine only. Also I stopped doing that so there is no reason to tell you” she spoke. Of course she was not fooling him with her lie, because she knew he saw the new cuts too.

“Liar. You keep cutting yourself..you did NOT stop. Just why didnt you tell me damn it…”he arose to his feet. Of course in her body he wasnt as tall as she was now, but his energy was dominating even in that short body. She knew that she had no way out, so her only resolve was telling him about the reasons she started self harming. It was because of her abusive childhood. As a war orphan, she grew up in the streets which were full of evil people, looking to take advantage of anyone they met. She became a victim of those people, who took her with them, teaching her the skills she knew now. Of course, they were not nice and were abusive towards her, beating her and even one of them sexually abusing her for years. Self harm was her way out of the mental and emotional pain she was feeling, turning them to physical one.

Obito was hearing her talk, feeling guilty with each second for never caring to ask her about herself, about why she was always wearing outfits that covered her arms and legs completely even when it was too hot outside. He felt stupid even. When Y/n finished talking, he couldnt think of ong anything else but hugging her and saying sorry for being ignorant to her pain. He never thought that he would feel sympathy for someone, but his heart ached for that woman. They both were similar in experiencing so much pain and for becoming the damaged adults they were.

After Y/n’s stories, the two became much closer and shared more detail about them. They felt that the compant the other person was providing was comforting and making them feel human again. A feeling they both longed to experience. Obito now swore to himself to be there for her always and to look after her, hoping to help her escape the constant self harming attempts. The tragic experience brought them closer and closer, resulting in the petals of love blooming between them. Obito found a new reason to live on and Y/n found someone who would be for her always. They did not even think about their bodies. All that mattered was that they are together.

[sunstaar]

Oh, Brother

Obito Uchiha x gn!sibling!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warning: mentions of death, violence, gore & corpses; implied Kakashi x gn!Reader

Ao3

Summary: Your brother is dead, the eyes of a madman are staring back at you instead.

Your brother is dead.

With an all-too-familiar pair of orange googles in hand, you stand at his funeral, your own pair of crimson eyes shining bright and pooling with endless tears. They were fixated on the sight before you, watching carefully how the empty coffin, the coffin intended to keep the body of a mere child lost to the war, was lowered into the ground to be buried forever as a crime of war. A headstone would soon join the gruesome sight, a name inscribed that had not yet lived out his story, his storybook barely even begun and cut too short by a sacrifice he should not have been forced to make.

On your shoulder lays a hand of comfort, one belonging to a girl with short brunette hair and a pair of identical purple stripes decorating her tear-stained cheeks. Rin wears a smile that is supposed to be comforting above anything else but falls flat by the way the edges of her lips tug downward, unable to hold themselves up. She too is consumed by the sorrow haunting her, more tears decorating her lashline, threatening to fall at any moment.

From behind the two of you come chocked sobs. They wreck your heart, your grandmother’s pained cries echoing in your mind like a broken record. Her face is buried in her hands to hide the frown she is wearing, a desperate attempt to hold onto her sanity somehow. Her frail shoulders shake with every noise of despair falling from her lips, the weight of losing most of whom she loved a too heavy burden to carry for the elderly woman.

Your brother is dead. It is a fact, one that you cannot change, one you are confronted with every day you walk past his now empty room, the door standing slightly ajar because he always forgot to close it behind himself.

During the whole funeral, there was only one to make no noise. A boy with unruly silver hair stands a good distance away from the grave, or so you noticed immediately. His hitai-ate sits crooked on his forehead, covering what you knew to lay beneath, the Sharingan eye he had received from your brother. Underneath his mask, his lips are twisted into a heavy frown, one that is slightly visible from the outside. He does his best to compose himself and to stand straight at the funeral of the boy he did not manage to save, of the first person he lost on a mission he led.

His single charcoal eye is trained on the girl with a similar build to Obito, on you. 

Your brother is dead and Kakashi feels like it is his fault.

“My nii-san sometimes overestimates himself, can you make sure that he comes back?” With a wide-eyed gaze, not the slightest of hints of a Sharingan in your eyes yet, you had stared up at him, all hopeful. He had never agreed to anything, even as you begged him to do so, worry evident on your features.

Still, he had failed. Instead of returning with your brother, he had returned with your brother’s eye, replacing the one he lost in battle. A pair of goggles dangled in his hands, the glass broken in and bloodied, a solemn expression telling you more than a thousand words.

Your brother is dead. He won’t be coming back.

Kakashi had seen the realization set into your eyes as his blond sensei delivered the news to your anxious form, the hope gleaming in your eyes dying just as your brother had hours before. The moment your suddenly crimson eyes met his own mismatched pair of charcoal and crimson, a shiver ran down his spine. From the distance away, he could see your mouth open to say something, though nothing came out except for a choked noise from the back of your throat.

He turned his head away immediately, the words dying on his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it was that he should do. Should he apologize to you for causing your brother’s death, and tell you how sorry he is? Or would you yell at him, unable to look him in the eyes, in one of Obito’s eyes.

The regret is heavy in Kakashi’s heart, etched forever into the surface of his organ, Obito’s last words to him in his mind replaying in a loop every time he lays eyes on you.

“Make sure that my sibling will be alright.” And so Kakashi promised, he vowed to protect you from everything evil, to keep your heart from breaking as it did the day your older brother died.

Seeing you crying hysterically at Obito’s grave day by day without pause, your breath heavy as you beg for him to come back, to return to you, to tell you that all of this is just a sick joke and that he isn’t dead, the sight pulls at his heartstrings. To see you mourn the loss of your brother so heavily, the fact made him feel guilty, the feeling churning uncomfortably in his stomach.

Obito is gone.

Obito is dead.

Obito would never return to you.

You only ever see Obito again in your darkest nightmares, your deceased brother as the starring figure of your deepest fears.

In your nightmares, his figure appears with the right side of his body completely disfigured, the skin scarred beyond the point of recognition. It is an image your mind had conjured up on its own over time, based on the tale of his heroic sacrifice told you, twisted by the stories making their way around Konoha. When you reach out to touch his skin, your own gently brushing across his scarred, it feels cold, dead. The stench coming along with your vivid imagination is unbearable and allows for bile to crawl up your throat. His corpse, that is what he is to you now, is rotting before your inner eye for years on end, teeth falling apart the moment he opens his mouth to call out to you.

Never does he speak more words than the childhood nickname he always called you affectionately. His hand with every finger sticking into another direction, broken beyond repair, then reaches out to you, the skin practically flaking off with every move he makes into your direction. You take a step back from his figure, his name falling from your lips.

The corpse before you is not your dear brother and would never be. In his eyes lays an intensity he only had when speaking about his three favourite topics: his ironically undying love for Rin, his ambition to become the Hokage, and to one day beat his silver-haired rival. Only in your nightmares, his eyes are a shade of crimson that brings along a metallic taste on your tongue at the sight of the Sharingan swirling in his dead eyes.

Your Obito never did possess the Sharingan past its first stage, he was a boy who yearned to be recognized as part of his own clan. The eyes staring at you in your countless nightmares aren’t your brother’s, but rather the ones of a silver-haired you know.

At one point in your life, the Sharingan you have once seen swirling in Hatake Kakashi’s eye had become synonymous with the eyes Obito could have had. Had he not died so young, that is.

Standing at his grave every day, you have become accustomed to the presence of a certain silver-haired. Sometimes, the two of you exchange friendly small talk, mostly initiated by the man who carries a horrifying amount of guilt in his heart, and exchange stories about your brother. It helps ease the pain, talking to Kakashi about Obito. No longer were you on your own processing the tragedy surrounding your childhood, mourning the boy who both of you had lost too early.

Talking to someone helps you heal, it brings you solace about what could have been and isn’t meant to be. You don’t feel as alone in your struggle anymore, especially after the untimely deaths of Rin and your grandmother, there is still someone by your side, keeping you somewhat sane as your mourning faded into acceptance.

Your brother is dead, and you would never see him achieve his dreams. Never would you see him profess his love to Rin, and either have it be reciprocated or be rejected. He would never have a chance at becoming Hokage or beating Hatake Kakashi at one thing at least.

Or so you had been foolish to think.

Your pain had been all for nothing.

Around you raged the Fourth Shinobi War too many years later, countless lives already sacrificed for the restoration of peace.

Now the same face both you and Kakashi have once mourned daily stood before the two of you as the initiator of said Shinobi War, a mocking smirk playing on his scarred features. If it wasn’t for the hints of a glint in his eyes and the tuff of raven hair sitting atop his head, even you would have trouble recognizing your own flesh and blood. Your brother.

Obito is here.

Obito is alive.

Obito never died.

Instead of returning home to you, returning home to your heartbroken grandma to be a family, he had long ago fallen into a path of darkness, the very same one had always vehemently promised to defy. His features once painted in hope of becoming the Hokage of the very same village he now to bring under his forceful control, those very same features are painted into a harsh scowl, one that reeks of anger.

You feel utterly betrayed.

The only thing keeping you somewhat steady on your feet is the grip Hatake Kakashi has on your shoulder, his hand resting there with a harsh squeeze. It brings you down to earth, out of your spiral of inevitable madness created by the gleam in the eyes of the unrecognizable mad man before you.

You turn your head toward the silver-haired man, looking up at him all wide-eyed, an expression all too similar to the one you had on the faithful day, his expression mirroring your own. His mouth feels dry as he stares at you and as he swallows harshly, he feels the bile crawling up his throat.

His mismatched eyes, ironically enough more familiar than the maniac eyes of your supposed brother, travelled over your features to take them in. And just for a moment, Obito’s betrayal is pushed into the back of his mind, simply forgotten.

Instead, there is just you.

There is the way your brows are drawn into a harsh furrow, almost coming to meet in the middle, and the way your skin glistens from the beads of sweat forming on your forehead. Tears decorate your Sharingan eyes and your lips are twisted into a frown, one he wishes he could wipe off and replace with the smile you always wear when speaking of your brother.

Once, Hatake Kakashi had promised Uchiha Obito to take care of his little sibling.

The day said Uchiha turned out not to be dead at all, Kakashi determined that it was your older brother all along he had to protect you from.

The way you squeeze his shoulder back, a grim smile you managed to muster up staring back at him, that brings Kakashi out of his stare. It is not only he who had been betrayed by the supposed death of Obito, no, more so, it is a fate both of you are forever burdened to share.

It is a burden neither of you had ever chosen to carry.

The moment you meet your dear brother’s gaze you realize that Uchiha Obito is many things. He is a boy who died too many years ago in a war that shouldn’t have been his to fight, and the man that came out of what should have been an honorary death. Above all, however, no matter how this battle turns out, you know that Uchiha Obito is a traitor and never coming back to you.

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Our Futures

Pairing: Obito Uchiha x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Obito so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Finally accomplishing his dream of becoming Hokage and having a night of partying with Kakashi and the reader, the reader makes sure he's ready for his big day, gifting him with something special...

(Thought this would be a fun, sweet fic because Obito deserved better 😭)

Warnings:  N/A

Word Count: 1.4k 

"I-I'm g-gonna be H-Hokage, don't you know?!"

"Y/N," Kakashi sighed, helping me take a drunk Obito back home, "I told you taking him out for sake was a bad idea."

"You're a bad idea! Stupid Kakashi," Obito murmured, shooing his arm away and hugging me, "At least Y/N isn't a party pooper."

"Kakashi, you know he's going to be super busy after tomorrow. What will a night of a little partying hurt, huh?"

If anything, I was getting a good laugh out of all of this, keeping my arm around Obito as we were making it to his house.

"It'll make him even later than he already will be tomorrow, I know that much," Kakashi mumbled under his breath, Obito hearing and snapping sloppily:

"You're just jealous that I'm gonna be Hokage and you're not!"

"There's no other shinobi who can take your spot, Obito, alright?" Getting the door open and guiding him inside, I cooed to him softly to calm him, "Now, let's get you a glass of water and into bed. You have a super big day tomorrow."

"Please make sure that he isn't late tomorrow?" Kakashi whispered to me as we watched Obito go to his bedroom, hearing the massive plop of his body crashing into his bed.

"Don't worry, he won't be," I assured, getting a glass of water for Obito, "Even if I have to drag him up there, I will."

"Thank you," Kakashi had faith in me as usual, waving as he was leaving, "Goodnight."

"See you tomorrow," I waved back, glass in hand, and going to find Obito, who was curled in bed, hugging his pillow and snoring away.

After everything we had all seen and experienced throughout our lives, seeing him just a night away from accomplishing his lifelong dream, even if he had been drunk and a bit annoying from it, I'd never been so happy.

Placing the glass down on the nightstand, I covered him up with his blanket carefully, fixing his ruffled hair, and adding a soft kiss to the top of his head:

"Sweet dreams, Lord Hokage."

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"Ugh! The sun," In the kitchen preparing breakfast, I could hear Obito's groans, then a massive thud.

"Obito?!" Thank goodness I had just finished up, rushing into his room to find him on the floor, rubbing his head and groaning with a pout on his face, "Are you alright?"

"How much did I drink last night?" He yawned, taking my hand as I helped him to his feet.

"A lot," I sighed, holding him next to me as he stretched and yawned, guiding him to the couch, "But it's alright. Some water and a good breakfast should help."

"And sleep," Yawning more, he tried to lay down on the couch, which made me shake my head and scold him:

"You officially become Hokage today! You can't go back to sleep."

"Crap! You're right! What time is it?!" He sat up quickly, looking around to try and find the clock, holding his head, obviously dizzy from his hangover.

"Calm down, we still have time," Heading to the kitchen, I brought his breakfast and water, "So, take your time eating. I'll go get your clothes ready."

Smiling tiredly down at his colorful and hearty breakfast, I heard him whisper:

"You're too good to me, Y/N."

There was no fighting the bright smile that popped onto my face, kissing the top of his head before I went off to his room:

"Eat up. I'll be right back."

Not only getting his outfit for the day ready, but I also made his bed and straightened up his bedroom, seeing him come back once he was done eating.

"Your clothes are right here," I patted them on the edge of his bed and handed him a towel, "I'm gonna go do the dishes and when you're done, we'll go."

"It's alright Y/N-"

"Ah! Ah!" I interrupted, playing around as a bopped his nose, "It's your big, special day and I'm making sure it goes perfectly. Now, shower."

He only smiled at me, nodding before he went off to take a shower and I cleaned the kitchen. The timing was perfect, drying my hands as he came out, ready and a lot less hungover than before.

"You ready?" I smiled as I jumped next to him, holding his hand.

His face turned as red as a tomato, stumbling on his word, "B-Born ready-y."

"Let's go then!" Skipping and grabbing the door, this day was already perfect.

Not only was Obito accomplishing his dreams, but he was also the first Uchiha to become Hokage, making our way to the office and everyone who saw us waving and congratulating him. It was amazing how the village acknowledged him.

"What would you know? Obito has finally made it to an important event on time," Kakashi was waiting for us at the door that led to the roof, where the ceremony would begin.

"Shut it, Kakashi. I woke up, had breakfast, and showered all on my own. No hangover or anything!" These two were something else, unable to hold back my giggles as Kakashi already knew:

"I'm sure you fell out of bed, Y/N made you breakfast, and made sure that you showered."

"Ugh, so what? I'm here on time, ain't I?"

"Alright, boys," I giggled, ending their bickering, "The ceremony is about to begin."

"Ready, Obito?" Kakashi got the door, but before Obito could answer, I said quickly:

"You can go ahead, Kakashi. I need a moment with him. Please?"

Obito's eye darted over to me quickly, Kakashi curious but respecting my wishes:

"Don't take too long."

Once Kakashi was out of sight, Obito watched my every move as I went to grab a box, asking shyly:

"What is it, Y/N?"

"There's just something that I want you to have before you go out there," I smiled brightly, presenting the box to him as he stared at it, "Open it."

Carefully, he opened the box, gasping softly at the sight of the Uchiha crest, taking the soft, white fabric to see his very own Hokage robe, flames at the bottom to honor our sensei too.

"I made it myself," I smiled, beyond happy with his reaction, completely in awe while he put it on.

"You did?!" Moving all around to look at it, he was in love, smiling, "This is incredible!"

"I want you to know how proud I am of you, Obito," I said more softly, setting the box aside to hug him, arms wrapped around his neck and cooing, "I know you're going to be the best Hokage this village has ever seen. I don't care what anyone thinks or says. I just know it."

"Thank you," He whispered, arms squeezing around me as he admitted, "I wouldn't have gotten this far without you."

"Oh nonsense," Picking up my head to meet his gaze, I caressed the scarred side of his face softly, "You never give up, even after all the hard things you've faced, never giving in or giving up is what got you here."

His eye started to gloss over, growing teary-eyed, only wanted to make the day as special as I could by reaching into my satchel and taking his hand, placing the old goggles that he had as a kid in his hand.

"Y-You've had these?"

"Yeah, ever since that day," I whispered, fighting some tears of my own while recalling that horrible memory, "But I always thought you were so adorable when you wore those, and that it would show how far you've come."

All he could do was hug me, tighter than ever and I swore that I could feel the happiness between us, giving him one last gift by tilting his chin so he'd face me, kissing him softly. Time froze around us, lips tender, but pressing a little harder before I had to let him go:

"It's your time to shine, Obito. They're all waiting for you."

"R-Right," My kiss obviously flustered him, giggling quietly as his back turned and slapped himself, mumbling, "Get it together, Obito."

Heading up the stairs, the Uchiha crest and red flames facing me, I knew that this was a beginning of an era, one that we once thought that we could only dream of, but as Obito's head turned to me, flashing his smiled that I loved, I knew that our futures were bright and never again would I have to worry about him not being there to see it. 

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a/n: hey guys!! so sorry for the long wait. life got in the way and i wasn’t able to update as much as i would have liked, but we’re back!! :) i hope you guys enjoy!

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, mentions of past hookups, brief arguing, very happy ending.

The Beach: Chapter Thirty-Three

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The past several days had been complete shit for Obito Uchiha.

His mind never stopped working. He constantly had these thoughts and they all circled back to the same thing, and that was you. 

Obito felt horrible for what he had done and said about you. He spent many hours laying in bed thinking about how you knew what he said about you. There was this heavy guilt that plagued his heart every time your angry face flashed into his mind. In all honesty, it haunted him every night he closed his eyes. He knew he was the one who fucked up here. He let his emotions and jealousy get the best of him and that was extremely wrong on so many levels. Obito wished he could turn back the clock and just contain himself for a moment. He should have just opened his eyes to the bigger picture and talked it out with you instead of being a stubborn asshole about the whole thing. He knew you hated him. He could see it in the way your expression twisted with frustration when you saw him. You had every right to dislike him. He said terrible things that were honestly unforgivable, and it didn’t surprise him that you were unwilling to talk. 

He knew he liked you. He honestly always would, and that’s what hurt him the most.

He wished he could hug you one more time or just have one last conversation, because truly, you made him happy. Obito knew he was lying when he said that you didn’t mean shit to him. If anything, you were his world. You saw the good and the bad in him, and yet, you still stuck around him. That was the first time in his entire life that he felt.. important to somebody else. He wasn’t a second option when it came to you. He felt valued and heard, unlike the previous encounters he’s had with other girls. He was an idiot to have lost you, and now he was paying the price for not listening to you. 

Not only that, but he also tarnished his relationship with his best friend. 

Kakashi refused to even look at Obito after the two had gotten physical that one day. He acted as if Obito didn’t even exist and he went about his days without a single problem. Shisui even claimed that Obito was lucky that Kakashi didn’t report the altercation to the fraternity head, because he could have easily been removed from the frat within the snap of a finger. There was no way to justify such a thing either. He knew that picking a fight like that was absolutely uncalled for and he should have listened to Kakashi, but he didn’t. He couldn’t pull his head out of his ass and just talk it out. He had to face the consequences of his actions and had to understand the facts of what he had done. He fucked up, and bad.

Despite that, Obito wanted to make things right. If you weren’t going to talk to him, he at least wanted to salvage his relationship with Kakashi. He cared too much about his friendship with him and letting it go without even making an attempt to communicate would make it much worse for him. Maybe things won’t ever be the same again between them, but he wanted to try. The last thing he hoped for was another argument or a possible physical event, but he doubted that would occur. Kakashi was never the type to fight about stuff like that. 

The day was pleasant. The sun was high in the sky and the air was quite warm, but not as humid as it has been the past few days. Obito had finished up the last of his classes for the day and returned to the frat house. He knew Kakashi would be there because they had a very similar schedule when it came to time slots. He also saw his car sitting in the driveway of the large house, so there was no way he wasn’t there. He figured he would finally break the ice after weeks of not speaking with his best friend. It was somewhat difficult to come up with a good amount of words to explain himself, but in the end, Obito knew he wasn’t a victim here. He was going to let Kakashi speak for once and let him explain his side of the story. There were clearly missing pieces of the puzzle that he needed to fill him in on.

Once inside of the house, Obito realized how quiet it was. Most of the other guys were still at school or they were out and about doing whatever they wanted. However, Obito could hear someone shifting around in the kitchen. His heart began to slam rapidly inside his chest from how nervous he was. He feared the worst out of this situation, but he knew that Kakashi’s feelings were entirely valid in the whole situation. He wasn’t going to make him feel like he was dramatic or overreacting about it at all. 

He removed his shoes and tossed his backpack somewhere onto the floor. Obito then walked into the kitchen where he saw Kakashi leaning against the counter. He didn’t seem to notice his presence at first since he was on his phone, but that quickly disappeared when the floorboard squeaked from the pressure of Obito’s foot pressing against it. 

“Hey, can we talk?”

Kakashi’s eyes settled on where Obito was standing just a few feet away. There was a side of him that grew extremely defensive over what he was seeing. He didn’t really trust Obito at the moment, considering what happened just a few weeks prior. Though, Kakashi was very shocked to see his best friend standing there, almost defeated. He didn’t expect him to give in to anything, especially after what had gone down between them. He wondered if Obito had a change of heart all of the sudden. He wasn’t sure if he had spoken to you, though. It made Kakashi curious. “Sure, what is it?” he shoved his phone into his pocket, placing all of his attention onto Obito.

Obito stepped a few inches closer before pausing where the tile floor met the carpet. He could sense the tension developing in the air between them. It had been that way for quite some time. They couldn’t even stand in a room with each other without wanting to tear their heads off, but that had to change. “I just.. I wanted to say I’m sorry.. for everything that I’ve done or said these past few weeks.” he looked down at the floor for a brief moment. “I’ve been.. a horrible friend to you, and I understand if saying sorry isn’t going to cut it. I just want you to know that I regret everything and you didn’t deserve what I did to you.” 

Kakashi was stunned to hear such words come from Obito’s mouth. He wasn’t sure if he was lying or not, but if he was, he was a good liar. However, he wasn’t sensing anything other than sincerity coming from the man. He just wasn’t sure what to say to him. He was pissed at Obito still, angry even. What happened between them shouldn’t have happened in the first place and it could have been easily prevented if he would have just sat down and listened, but considering that it all came from Rin of all people, Kakashi understood why it might have caused a reaction. It wasn’t an excuse, but maybe it was somewhat of an explanation for his behavior. 

He placed his hands behind him to rest on the counter. He blew out air from his nose to try and think a little better. He wasn’t sure if he should be forgiving. Obito fought him and put his hands on him over you. It was a scary situation, but in some ways, maybe he deserved it for hanging out with you knowing they had problems. No, that wasn’t right. Kakashi was just being a good friend to you. He had to explain that to him. “I understand.. and I don’t know if I can ever forgive you properly for that.” he saw Obito tense and nod his head with a frown on his face. He seemed genuinely guilty and sorry for what he had done. “But.. I understand your anger. I wasn’t planning on telling you my history with (Y/N) because I felt like it wasn’t important. You like her and I didn’t want to be that guy and ruin it for you, but just so you know, I see her as a friend and my intention was never to hurt you or her for that matter.” 

Obito processed the information inside his head. He sounded like he was being honest. It just sucked that he turned to such a negative response when he first heard about that information. Kakashi also didn’t have to share that stuff if he didn’t want to. It was your business with him and it wasn’t like the two of you were doing it on purpose to spite him. “Still.. I’m sorry for being an asshole. I hurt you and (Y/N) and neither of you deserved such a thing.” he said, sounding more serious this time. “But.. how did Rin even find out?” 

Kakashi honestly had no idea. He wondered the same thing for weeks after she had exposed it to Obito. He knew she had information on lots of people at school, but he never knew she had that kind of dirt on Kakashi. He kept what happened a secret and he never told a single soul, so unless Rin somehow saw you two, he had no fucking clue how she managed to figure it out. “No idea.. I never told her anything and she wasn’t with me the night it happened, so it beats me.” he shrugged. “I only slept with (Y/N) to try and help her with a breakup.. she was with this shitty guy and I wanted to be a good friend and help. I only went back a few weeks ago to see what was going on with her, but I promise you we did not do anything.” 

As much as he hated hearing that, Obito felt relief knowing that you two didn’t do it out of romantic feelings. He was a horrible guy and you needed a friend at the moment, so it was only right that Kakashi went and checked up on you. If he was you, he would have appreciated that more than anything else in the world. “I understand.. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I just believed that she liked you or something and she was just using me, you know?” he looked at his friend who was nodding his head at his words. 

Kakashi chuckled. “I get that, but trust me, she’s a good friend and I know she likes you. She would never use you and she knows all too well how it feels to be used.” he replied. “But.. I think we need to speak to Rin. I want to clear the air on some things.”

Obito couldn’t help but agree. He still had many questions and his relationship with her was completely broken now. He wasn’t sure if he could even trust her properly with what she had done to him and Kakashi. Not even gonna lie, she sounded like she had some malicious motive behind the entire thing and it wasn’t sitting right with Obito whatsoever. “Yeah.. I just.. I don’t know if I can ever be her friend again.” he looked at Kakashi, seemingly unsure of what to do. 

Kakashi nodded his head in agreement. He had a point. What happened was completely messed up and the person who made it come to this point was Rin of all people. Kakashi could patch things up with Obito, but could he do the same with Rin? Hell, he wasn’t sure how she knew. There was a side of him that was still angry that she betrayed his trust in the end, but in some ways he knew that the information he hid for so long would eventually come out. He just wished it wasn’t someone else telling the story. The way she told it made Kakashi seem like he was doing this to get at Obito, which wasn’t true at all. He would never do such a thing like that with bad intent. 

He unlocked his phone and searched for Rin’s contact. The last time he had spoken to her was a while ago. He wasn’t sure if he could have a proper conversation with her without possibly going off or something along those lines. However, he knew he would have to talk it out whether he liked it or not. “I’m gonna message her and hopefully all of this can get cleared up.” he began to type a message, which made Obito somewhat nervous. 

Kakashi: we should talk, come over whenever you can.

Immediately, Rin read the message. It was almost like she was awaiting it to come through. Kakashi wasn’t nervous, but he wondered what she was going to say. She could have a mix of reactions and it was completely unpredictable. The last thing he wanted was another fight between the three of them. He was so tired of arguing and yelling at everyone that it drained him completely. He wanted to move on. He desired the most to put this whole thing behind him and just keep living his life without a care in the world. Most of all, though, he wanted closure from the entire situation. He knew he wouldn’t be able to forgive Rin or Obito, but if he could break the ice that froze over their friendships, he would be fine with that.

His phone buzzed slightly, catching his attention. Rin had responded to his text fairly quickly. 

Rin: alright, i’ll be there in 10.

Kakashi reacted to the message and left it as that. He knew when she would come that things might hit the fan, so he had to prepare himself for that. Kakashi didn’t want to argue with her or get hostile, but knowing Rin, anything was possible. She knew what she was doing that day. That’s what made Kakashi angry. She spilled that information knowing what could happen and she had the audacity to play the victim? It was ridiculous and he questioned even remaining an acquaintance with her. She’d probably tell Obito weird stories to fill his head if anything. 

“Do you still want to be her friend after all this?”

Kakashi’s eyes lifted to focus on Obito. Both of the men seemed unsure of cutting off the friendship with her, because to be frank, she caused the entire thing. She was the one who opened her mouth and exposed secrets that weren’t anybody else’s business but Kakashi. It was unfair, and extremely uncalled for in the end. Kakashi still had no idea how Rin knew. It wasn’t like you and Rin were friends, so it was confusing how she found out. He also didn’t mention it to any other person in the frat, or even in his friend group. She still crossed a boundary at the end of the day and that event led to so many things spiraling out of his control. 

Then again, Obito wasn’t innocent either.

The two both got into a physical altercation over a complete misunderstanding. Obito was being stubborn over the entire thing and wasn’t willing to listen to Kakashi, which was also unfair. Both of their actions were uncalled for and they were at fault. Kakashi knew in some ways it wouldn’t be right to forgive Obito and not Rin, but he wasn’t the one who started the entire thing. 

Kakashi leaned against the counter. He then crossed his arms and stared at Obito who was awaiting his response to his question. “No idea.. but I don’t think I wanna be friends with someone who causes problems and spreads my business when it’s convenient for them.” he shrugged. “I just wanna know what she has to say for herself.”

Obito nodded his head. “Yeah.. me too.”

The door to the entrance had suddenly opened without warning. Obito and Kakashi knew full well who was there, and the two prepared themselves mentally for the conversation that was about to go down. It wasn’t going to be easy. They knew it was going to be uncomfortable and difficult, but it had to be cleared up sooner or later. They just hoped that Rin wouldn’t put up some dumb fight over it. She had a habit of sometimes becoming overly dramatic or making the situation worse. Neither of them were looking for a fight, not anymore.

Rin then appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. She seemed just as tense as the two men were. It was almost as if her presence had completely shifted the atmosphere. It felt thick and hard to breathe in, but this was a conversation that had been much needed for a very long time. “Hey.. guys.” she avoided their eyes for a while, choosing to place her vision onto the tiled floor. 

Kakashi shifted around and Obito sort of cleared his throat. It was awkward. The trio hadn’t properly spoken in weeks and this was the first time they had come in contact with one another in a calm fashion. It was clear nobody was looking for a fight, but there was also thag preparation between them. It could easily happen if things were taken in the opposite direction. “Hey..” Kakashi broke the silence that enveloped between them. “We should all talk.. I kind of cleared the air with Obito already, but we figured we should do the same with you as well.” 

The brunette nodded her head. She then stepped closer to the two, so she could pay attention to them more clearly. “Sure.. I’m listening.” she played with her car keys, clearly nervous. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen or what was going to be said, but she had been preparing for some kind of conversation for a while. 

Obito looked over at her. He honestly couldn’t believe that he had a crush on her for so long, yet she turned around and was a complete backstabber. Not only that, he was blinded by her intentions the whole time. Being with you made him realize that. It sort of gave him that time to look at things through a different lense and see that Rin was just.. stringing him along this entire time. It was obvious now who she wanted, but it felt unfair. Nobody deserved to have gone through that, and it didn’t make her any better of a person. “Why did you tell me about what happened between Kakashi and (Y/N)? And how did you even know?” he questioned, turning to face her.

Rin was quiet for a moment. She seemed unsure of what to say to them, because it didn’t matter what she said, she still didn’t come out as the good guy in the end. In all honesty, this was her moment to be honest about everything and come clean. If there was even a small chance she could salvage their friendship with them, this would be the moment to do it. 

She took a deep breath, clearing her mind. Her heart was thumping against her rib cage rapidly. She was nervous, very nervous. “I don’t know.. I just let a lot of stuff get into my head, especially for my personal feelings for Kakashi.” she glanced over at the man who didn’t seem very phased by her words. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.. really. I just saw her speaking with you both and thought something more was happening, but I didn’t think it would reach this point.”

Kakashi scoffed, making the two look over at them. The tension in the air began to rise and he didn’t seem very happy with her response. In some way, he didn’t believe a single word out of her mouth. What did she mean she didn’t think it would come to this point? She just thought that Kakashi wouldn’t be mad at her and would just believe that she did it to make them feel better? No, that’s clearly not her motive. She definitely did this out of malice, especially for your sake. “I don’t believe that one bit. How the fuck did you even know? This was MY business, Rin, and you knew that. I don’t care if this wasn’t your intent, you still spilled out shit I would have rather kept hidden.” he argued. “I don’t believe that, not one bit. You betrayed my trust and fucked with things between Obito and (Y/N). It wasn’t right.”

Obito had to agree with him. There was something about her vibe that just seemed off and he wasn’t having it with her. He just wasn’t sure if there was any room left for him to trust her ever again. “Yeah.. it wasn’t right in any aspect, and people got hurt in the end. I can understand if it was to let me know, but you put it in such a manner that made me dislike Kakashi. It’s completely different if he told me and cleared the air.” he crossed his arms over his chest, staring at her.

Rin chewed on the inside of her cheek. She was honestly speechless and didn’t know what else to say. She tried her best to explain her side, but it didn’t seem like things were looking good for her. She had to admit defeat, and she was fine with that. “Yeah.. you’re right and I’m sorry for that.” she nodded her head, trying her best to sound genuine with the two men. 

It was silent for a bit. 

None of them really knew what to say, but Kakashi still didn’t trust her. He knew she was apologizing and she was sorry, but how did he know she wouldn’t do this again? This stuff could repeat and if it did who knows if it would be worse than the last. Kakashi wasn’t trying to fight with his best friend again, especially over a girl. It was stupid and he wished it didn’t happen. It could have been easily prevented, but he just wished that he knew more than she did. 

“I don’t think we should be friends after this.”

Kakashi was stunned to hear that Obito had spoken up first. He thought that he would be the one to break the ice, but Obito? There must have been something that changed his mind. 

Rin seemed appalled by his words. She had her eyebrows raised and her eyes were almost popping out of her head. She couldn’t believe it, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t expecting such a thing to be said. She wished it didn’t come to this, really. She loved being friends with the two boys, but she dug her own grave. This was a result of her poor judgment and selfish desires that were coming back to bite her in the behind. Karma truly was a bitch. “I see.. I understand.” she looked down at the floor, avoiding their eyes. “I appreciate you guys talking this out beforehand.”

Kakashi shook his head. “Yeah..” 

They all sort of stared at one another for one last time. Rin then nodded and made her way out of the house, leaving Obito and Kakashi by themselves. The two were somewhat surprised that she didn’t put up much of a fight. Kakashi wondered if she felt some kind of guilt for what she had done to them and you, but none of that mattered now, she had done something bad and was now facing the consequences. She was undeserving of their friendship. 

Once the door shut, Kakashi looked over at Obito who still seemed a bit shocked at what had gone down. There was one more thing Kakashi had to say to his friend. 

“You need to fix things with (Y/N).”

Hearing your name slip from his lips made Obito’s eyes grow wide. He was shocked to hear that Kakashi would suggest such a thing. He would be so open to it, but it seemed like whatever you two had was now gone and down the drain. You hated him. He was fully convinced of that. There was no way you would ever give him another chance. “I tried.. I even went to her house and tried to talk to her, but she refused to talk to me. I don’t think I can fix things with her, not anymore at least.” he shrugged. 

Kakashi let out a sigh. It was perfectly understandable why you didn’t want to converse with the man. What he said was unforgivable, but he knew you better than you knew yourself. You had this shell and Obito was the first person since Itachi to crack through that. You still had something for him and that was most definitely the truth. There was no way you could deny that what you had with Obito wasn’t beautiful. “You need to put your foot down and tell her what you want. Maybe start off with an apology and try to explain yourself. If she doesn’t want anything to do with you afterwards, then so be it, but putting in some effort will make her think.” he explained, trying to hype his friend up. He wanted him to realize that he was right. Effort was the most attractive thing you could give a woman. 

Obito heard him loud and clear, but he had to admit that he was nervous about the entire situation. He wasn’t sure what might happen between you both. “I’ll try, but there’s no guarantee I can get her to forgive me or even talk to me again.” he said, looking down at the floor.

He nodded his head. He knew how you were as a person, but Kakashi knew full well that you could hear people out. You were just dealing with a bunch of shit at the moment. “You’ll be fine, but you better do it sooner rather than later. You don’t want her running off with some other guy, right? You want her to forgive you? Then step up and make your move.” he replied, walking towards him to place his hand on his shoulder. “I wish you luck.“

Obito watched Kakashi walk off and head up the stairs towards his bedroom. He knew he had to talk to you soon, but he just wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. 

He had to figure it out, for you and him.

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nsfw boyfriend!obito head canons

content warnings: size difference, breeding kink (it’s an uchiha, duh), consensual filming, solo masturbation, blowjobs, penetration, afab!reader.

Boyfriend!Obito who loves to film your sessions so he can, “watch them when he misses you”. But really just watches them when you’re not around. He’s obsessed with your body, watching how your cunt tries to take his fat dick. Doesn’t matter how much he preps you, he still has to bully it in.

Boyfriend!Obito who still gets shy rewatching your little movies because you’re screaming out his name with each rough pound of his hips against your ass. He’s sure any of his neighbors could hear, but something in the way you whine out for more short circuits his brain. Whatever his baby wants.

Boyfriend!Obito who loves fucking in missionary because he’s addicted to seeing his head push through your folds as he fucks his cum deep into your cervix, each ram only making you more delirious and drunk on dick. Has the biggest breeding kink that he only found out about when you started dating because he hated pulling out.

Boyfriend!Obito who films you sucking his cock with your pretty lips even when he drops the camera cause it feels too good. Moans loud n proud cause it’s his girl making him feel good. Loves when your shiny lips kiss his flushed tip, makes him feel all special. Deep throating his unreal girth will end up with a ring on your finger if you’re not careful.

Boyfriend!Obito who likes when you rough him up a bit. Scratching at his chest, pulling at his hair, saying he’s a pervert. Praise him, make him feel like he belongs to you in body and soul. You’ll receive it back tenfold. He gets rougher with you when he’s confident in himself.

Boyfriend!Obito who jacks off all the time just cause he can’t handle how worked up you make him. Finishes in heavy thick loads, and there’s lots of it… You walked in on him twisting his wrist at the same speed you were in the video he was replaying before you ask, “need help with that baby?” He’ll try his best to wait for you, he really does. Just gets really embarrassed asking if he can fuck you, poor thing.

Boyfriend!Obito who is truly a romantic at heart. He doesn’t get to cum until you do. Truly an oral fixation freak. Loves to eat you out till you scream and loves to have his dick sucked till he’s shooting blanks and twitching in your hands. Would propose 69 very sheepishly, just wants to make you moan around his cock.