#obito with the short hair

[zuzu-draws]

Long-Haired Obito Art Request for @lucynda ! Your ask was a bit too long for me to post so i'm answering it in this way ;D This version of Obito is like...one of the most vicious and brutal renditions of him ._.

[crow-sizna]

I actually wanted to tone it down with drawing other outfits and just do in universe stuff but I have so much fun doing it

[slutfics]

ᥫ᭡. FATHER HEADCANONS .ᐟ

characters: obito uchiha, kakashi hakate, itachi uchiha & neji hyuga.

warnings. none. fluff, domestic life, not proofread.

writers note. how i think they’ll act as fathers, kakashi isn’t married i believe and the other ones are dead, so i just wanted to make a little something for my beloveds, especially for obito since he’s been nothing but a nuisance in my head. I love him.

OBITO UCHIHA !

he’s definitely the ‘big family’ type of guy, probably would want at least four kids, five the highest. yea, he likes having little spawns, even if he doesn’t look like it.

he doesn’t yell or spank his children, however there’s been times when he has yelled because they were acting out.

when he’s irritated, his children would know it’s time to stop, his voice deepens and becomes stern and he has a look that makes them stop whatever behavior they were doing. he could be scary, but other than that he’s a chill dad.

his ‘time-out’ methods are putting his kids in the corner or extending their chores. sometimes he’ll make them clean the front yard and bathroom.

he actually smacks his kids over the head when they don’t listen or throw his slippers at them. depending the age of his children, let’s say ten through fifteen, they’ll think it’s funny before he has them cleaning something they don’t wanna do.

his uchiha genes are stronger than yours, they’ll have his eyes and hair color and depending how many kids you have with him, only couple would have your hair color and eyes (the skin color will possibly slip in). they’re also short tempered.

he likes training his kids and is often proud of them when they finally have it down.

he keeps all of their colorings they’ve made him, he keeps them somewhere safe so they can’t get ruined or lost. (he might go bonkers if they get lost).

he’s a very overprotective dad, his children have to be home at a certain time. he will personally hunt them down if they’re not home by the time sunsets.

obito spoils his children but not to the point where they don’t understand ‘no’ he will put his foot down and doesn’t tolerate tantrums. he also doesn’t have favorites, he knows that isn’t right, especially as a parent, all of his children are treated equally.

wise words from obito to his children: “get your ass down from there right now.” “keep acting like lunatic and I’ll send you home and you won’t come out there until dinner, do you understand?”

KAKASHI HAKATE !

kakashi would only want two kids, a boy and a girl. he sees this as a perfect amount, he’s fine with children, he just doesn’t want a zoo of them, and plus he’ll probably have grandchildren in future.

he’s a very chill and patient dad, he knows how to handle his children and they listen pretty good, however.. they’re sassy and he knows they got that from him and he refuses to admit it. his kids are pretty mean, but they mean well.

he also doesn’t spank his kids, but he does make his kids clean the entire house and makes sure there isn’t a single speck of dust flying around.

kakashi knows his children’s interests and will personally try to understand it, even if some of them are a bit weird.

he’s the type to tell his children that santa won’t bring them presents because they’re misbehaving and won’t listen to him. he’ll also tell them that the boogieman will drag them out of bed by their feet and take them away. (they haven’t slept in their own room for a week).

he likes to pinch his children cheeks, he thinks it’s adorable. he also ruffles their hair, especially if his children possessed his beautiful spiky hair.

kakashi’s genes are strong, but it’s a well mixture of yours, if you have moles, freckles or whatever, your children with kakashi will have them.

there’s been times where he doesn’t know how to handle temper tantrums, the only thing that comes to mind is to send his kids to their room to have them scream it out. (they’ll fall asleep afterwards and by the time they wake up dinner is already done.)

kakashi is a good listener, he knows how to handle his kids emotions and is there for them. however there’s been times he has to be straightforward with them, he knows he can’t always sugarcoat things just because they’re his kids.

kakashi may be chill, but he does have strict rules for his children to follow. he has tied his child to a tree and will do it again if he has to.

kakashi’s wise words to his beloved children: “oh! is that so? would you like me to tell mommy what you have been doing? no, then knock it off.” “you are in big trouble when we get home, you are to clean the bathroom, do I make myself clear?”

ITACHI UCHIHA !

itachi, the gentle soul that he is. he’s also someone who will have two children, genders are irrelevant to him, he’s just happy to have a family, even if his little spawns have him stressing and worried.

he’s the type of dad that you wouldn’t want to be mad, they know it’s time to settle down when he’s upset. itachi doesn’t have to say anything but look at them, and you wouldn’t know if he’s mad, but they do, they know when he’s pissed and that has them shutting up within an instant.

itachi doesn’t lay a hand on them nor does he yell, but he does put them in time-out or send them to their room and have them think about what they have done.

itachi is a rather patient dad, and if his kids are toddlers he would know how to handle them and calm them down. he likes taking them on walks and have them cry on his shoulder as he tells them a little story or something to have them keep their mind occupied. if that doesn’t help, he’ll try putting them down for a nap.

he likes making them their foods. he’s the one who packs their lunch for school and makes them breakfast in the morning, he also makes sure that his kids have healthy meals. yes, he allows his children to eat junk food, just not all the time. he wants his kids to grow big and strong, as he likes to tell them.

he likes listening to them talk about their day at school or just have a casual conversation with them, he really likes quality time.

his children don’t get bullied in school, he’s scared them off, as much as he’s a gentle man, he’s still a scary guy and doesn’t tolerate other children bullying his own. he doesn’t like seeing them cry. however, he will speak the child’s parents in hopes to settle things.

when his kids suggested a game, he lets them win, especially if it’s hide n seek, he knows exactly where his kids are hiding and he hides in the most basic spots for them. (he just really likes hearing their squeals and giggles when they find him.

if his children are older, he would like to know where they are heading off, he doesn’t restrict them from having fun with their friends, he just doesn’t want anything bad happening to them when they are out. they have a certain time they have to be back home. will not tolerate back talk.

he does ground his children, the longest time they have been grounded was three months and no, he doesn’t forget and will make sure they learn they lesson. he loves them, but he will teach them that their actions have consequences.

itachi’s wise words to his children: “you are misbehaving, would like me to grounded you? then stop that.” “I will not be teaching you that, you have not been listening to be for the whole day.”

NEJI HYUGA !

neji is aware how difficult it will be to rise kids, so he’ll possibly have two or three kids, genders don’t matter to him, he made them and he’s going to raise them the best he can. there’s a lot of things that he doesn’t tolerate with them and that is back talk, he doesn’t like back talk, at all.

neji definitely spanks his kids, is it hard? no, not at all, but it’s enough to sting and he’s well aware how heavy his hand could be. he also has a major soft spot for them, so spanking his kids isn’t often.

his byakugan does actives when he’s pissed off with them and that could be a scary sight for them and they know they’re in deep trouble, especially when they did something they weren’t supposed to do. his children don’t purposely make him mad, it’s horrifying to them.

neji doesn’t like when his kids cry, it makes his heart pang and he tries his best to comfort them.

his the one who bandages them up when they get hurt and will lecture them as he does so. he knows how reckless children can get, especially when they are unattended. sometimes he’ll have to supervise them.

when he trains his kids, he does not overwork them, once he sees them tired and barely holding themselves up, he’ll either stop or have them rest up a bit before continuing. he makes them tea and food, or give them water then have them shower.

his children have a bedtime routine, his kids need to be well rested and will not stay up to early, he has them study occasionally so they know what they are doing.

he’s the type of parent to pinch his kids arms, that’s a warning sign for them to knock their shits off or they’re in big trouble once they return home. or sometimes he’ll simply just look at them and they’re already know they’re in trouble.

if his children were to snitch on another and they’re yelling who did and who’s denying, everyone is in trouble and they are to stand in the corner until he says they can leave and if they start acting up, he sends them to their room to take a nap or he’ll train them.

neji is a good dad and he’s a bit on the strict side when comes to them, however he doesn’t prevent them from doing things they want to do, as long as it’s not criminal or cause them serious harm. he’s also the type to tell his children to get up back and try again or tell them to walk it off.

neji’s wise words to his kids: “do you want me to give you pow-pow? then stop this nonsense.” “get in the corner and think about what you did.”

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[macabrebat]

so.. do catboys have normal human ears as well as their kitty ones ooorrrr?

[stu-dyingstudent]

As much as I love Sakura, I actually think her dying would’ve been an interesting choice. Kishimoto talks a lot about flowers and floriography in Naruto, so I’m a little surprised he didn’t decide to incorporate the meaning of Sakura’s name. Cherry blossoms have a short lifespan, they die soon after reaching their full bloom. They fall at the moment of their greatest beauty. To some, it’s a representation of life and death and a reminder of how transient cherished moments can be. Sakura blossomed in the war and when everyone was stuck in the infinite tsukuyomi I feel they could’ve killed her off if wanted. Perhaps in a bastardized attempt of Chiyo’s jutsu to bring back Sasuke and Naruto. Maybe in an act to save her teammates similar to what Obito did. Or possibly after an epic battle. I suppose if Kishimoto didn’t want to go that route I think it would also be interesting to see if Sakura had taken more lives. A healer with the bloodlust of an assassin. It would be the true embodiment of her name, a paradox if you will. Although, it’s hard to see Sakura, a girl with a bleeding heart, in that light. Anyway, I truly think Kishimoto just gave her the name because of her hair and didn’t think much else of it, but I find this to be an interesting thought of how it could’ve played out.

To make it clear, I’m happy she didn’t die since Sakura is my favourite

[thevirtualvalentine]

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.

[yellowocaballero]

Naruto Roleswap Fic: Sasuke and Obito's Post-Massacre Bonding Hour

“Um…” Tobi wriggled uncomfortably, craning his head to look around the room. There were three boxes near the door, full of clothes and scrolls. “When is Mikoto-nee picking you up?”

Blandly, Sasuke said, “Mother’s dead.”

“Oh.” Tobi picked at his rice consideringly. “Um…what do you mean by that?”

“She’s not picking me up.”

Wow. That sounded - right. It shouldn’t have sounded right, but it sounded right. A memory surfaced, blood-red, and Tobi -

Sasuke and Tobi, after the fact.

This one has a lot of playing with Tobi - what Tobi means to Sasuke, who Sasuke is to Tobi, and what Tobi means to Obito. Very short story featuring a good kid and Konoha's #1 and #2 weirdest men under the cut.

“Your friend will be watching over you,” the man rasped. “Always. So…don’t be sad. And don’t be scared. Your friends are doing it all for you.”

Tobi woke up screaming. 

He bolted upright in bed, tangling himself in his own futon. A nightmare. He hadn’t had a nightmare in a while, had he? It had been about - he couldn’t remember what it was about. Like…something terrible was happening, and everybody was sad, and it was all his fault. 

A small figure in a small futon next to him rolled over, squinting blearily at Tobi. The futon had little duck patterns. It was…so cute. “Did you have a nightmare?”

The small figure was Sasuke. Tobi would recognize that duck-butt hair anywhere, smooshed as it may be. What was Sasuke doing in his bedroom? Some kind of sleepover? That was fucking random. The fuck. 

Still mostly asleep, Tobi mumbled, “Sasuke-chan, why are you here…”

Sasuke stared at him for a long second, two, before turning around and pulling the covers over his head. “I’ll explain in the morning. Go back to sleep.”

“Huh?!”

“Just go back to sleep,” Sasuke repeated. “We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”

And, out of lack of anything better to do, Tobi went back to sleep. 

*

When he woke up the futon beside him was empty and his house smelled like slightly charred fish. Tobi’s first insane thought was that Gai had snuck into his house again, but Gai would have woken him up immediately. Instead of making breakfast. In Tobi’s house.

The full contents of the night returned to Tobi. Right. Sasuke was over for a sleepover. Why couldn’t he remember why? He had the sense that there was some sort of reason, but it was…fuzzy. Weighty, as if there were a great deal of memories swimming underneath the surface, but still a distant shadow rippling on the water. Tobi - 

Didn’t feel like dealing with that, so he went into the kitchen. Sure enough, Sauke was standing on a stack of Rin’s medical textbooks and carefully charring fish on the stove. There were already bowls of miso soup on the table, and the rice cooker was steaming. It was genuinely pretty impressive for an eight year old. Tobi knew that Mikoto had been teaching Sasuke how to cook, but he had really improved since his last attempt. 

“Is it my birthday?” Tobi hazarded. He would remember that, right? “Is…that why Sasuke’s making breakfast?”

Sasuke swallowed a sigh. The daylight streaming through the window cast his face into sharp relief, and Tobi was struck by just how terrible he looked. His eyebags had eyebags, and he had clearly lost weight. Sasuke was such a cheerful kid. The somber countenance just didn’t seem right. It was like he had transformed into Itachi overnight. 

“It’s not your birthday.” Sasuke pointed his cooking chopsticks at the stained table, sending flecks of fish skin everywhere. “Just eat, okay?”

Out of lack of anything more sane to do, Tobi sat and ate. The soup was watery and the rice was burnt at the edges, but not half bad. 

“This is great, Sasuke-chan!” Tobi chirped as Sasuke placed a small plate of fish in front of him. Sasuke sat down in front of his own table setting, grabbing his own chopsticks. Something was so strange about his expression. “This cooking is so adult!”

Normally Sasuke loved being called an adult. But today he just mumbled something and began half-heartedly sticking grains of rice into his mouth. Single grains. He didn’t seem particularly hungry. Tobi had the sense that he had only cooked a meal for him. 

“Um…” Tobi wriggled uncomfortably, craning his head to look around the room. There were three boxes near the door, full of clothes and scrolls. “When is Mikoto-nee picking you up?”

Blandly, Sasuke said, “Mother’s dead.”

“Oh.” Tobi picked at his rice consideringly. “Um…what do you mean by that?”

“She’s not picking me up.”

Wow. That sounded - right. It shouldn’t have sounded right, but it sounded right. A memory surfaced, blood-red, and Tobi -

“So when is Shisui-kun coming over?” Tobi asked cheerfully. “Are we having a playdate?”

Sasuke prodded a sliver of fish. He didn’t look up. Rotely, he said, “Shisui is dead.” Tobi opened his mouth. “No playdates.”

Alright. That was - 

“Then is Itachi-kun picking you up?” Tobi asked, confused. “Who’s picking you up?”

“Itachi Uchiha killed my mother,” Sasuke said. Although - although that made no sense. Although that really didn’t work at all. “Nobody is picking me up. I live here now. ‘Cause you said my house was no good.”

“Oh.”

They ate in silence. Tobi slowly processed all of this information, and some more information besides. Slowly, inch by inch, it began to filter back to him. 

Slowly, Tobi said, “How often have you had to remind me of that, Sasuke?”

“Three times or something.” Sasuke didn’t even pretend to drink his soup. “You aren’t really getting it. That’s okay. Gai-san said that you’ll get used to it.”

And the memories came back and back and back -

“Why did Itachi-kun kill Mikoto-nee?” That just wasn’t tracking. That made no sense. Something about that just wasn’t clicking. Was he just too stupid to get it? Was it something Sasuke could explain?

“‘Cause she was weak,” Sasuke said plainly. “That’s what he said, anyway.”

More information that Tobi just couldn’t process flooded into his mind and he -

*

Fell off the couch.

Tobi sprawled on the floor, blinking up at the ceiling. Sasuke leaned over the edge of the couch, blinking at him. A mutual favorite children’s cartoon blared on the television. 

“Tobi?” Sasuke asked. He - he really didn’t look good. Why didn’t he - “Are you okay?”

“Um. No harm done!” Tobi rolled to his feet, brushing off his shirt and sweatpants. He looked at the television and saw some scary movie with monsters playing. “Aw, Tobi loves this one! I watched it with Sensei.”

“Yeah, you said.” Sasuke gestured a sock vaguely at the seat next to him. Was he folding laundry? “Sit down, you’re blocking the screen.”

“Okay, ohkay.” Wait. Tobi stopped and took a second look at the screen, rubbing his chin. “Wait’a minute. Sasuke-chan, you aren’t supposed to be watching this! Mikoto-nee said you’re too young for monster movies!”

Sasuke rolled some socks together. Terribly. He didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Well, Mikoto-nee’s dead, so whatever.” Tobi stared blankly at Sasuke. “That means she doesn’t care about my TV, Tobi. Just sit down and don’t worry about it.”

“Ah. Alright.” Tobi slowly sat down. Even slower, he took a pair of socks out of the laundry basket. “Why don’t I show you how to fold socks, Sasuke?”

Sasuke squinted skeptically at Tobi. “You tried to show me how to wash clothing and you just got water all over both of us.”

Automatically, Tobi said, “Was it funny?” Sasuke’s squint turned suspicious, and Tobi quickly said, “Sensei always did the washing, but Tobi and Kushina-nee folded the laundry. We got this!”

What wasn’t he worrying about? 

Oh, yeah. All of the -

*

“ - so go away!”

Tobi slowly walked alongside the wooden walls, one hand trailing the rough wooden edges. They said that Hashirama made this compound for them. A beautiful home, or a bird in a cage? 

A low voice sounded from beyond the open gates. Sasuke was standing on the other side of the gates, behaving quite rudely. Tobi had never heard him so angry. 

“I don’t care!” Sasuke screeched. “We don’t need you, we don’t need anybody! You’re just as useless at this stupid village, so don’t pretend you care! I can take care of him myself and you can heck off!”

“Your passion on the matter is admirable,” a familiar voice said, low and stern, “but you’re still a child, Sasuke. It’s no shame to accept some help.”

“Stick your help up your -”

Tobi skidded to a stop in front of the gate doors. He had started running the second he recognized the voice, and the sight of Maito Gai did not disappoint. He looked particularly unyouthful, which was unusual. Maybe Sasuke’s bad attitude was catching. “Gai! Hi-hi! It’s been forever!”

Gai smiled at him. Just a small smile. Wow. Gai was practically depressed. In front of Tobi, Sasuke was fuming with his arms crossed. His eyebags had eyebags and his skin was white as paper. He looked like Itachi, honestly. “Well met, Tobi. Have you been well?”

“Just peachy!” Tobi said cheerfully. He put a hand on Sasuke’s shoulder, who tensed. “Sasuke-chan, what’s with the cold welcome? Gai’s our friend.” 

“We don’t have friends,” Sasuke snapped. “We have fakers. Gai’s a faker so he can go away.”

Wow. Tobi had no idea it was possible to be actively hostile to Gai, of all people. And Sasuke liked Gai! He thought he was funny. Tobi lightly knocked Sasuke on the head. “No insulting our friends, Sasuke-chan! It’s bad hospital. Uh - hopital tea?”

“Hospitality,” the baby dictionary said. 

“Hospitality!” Tobi crowed. “Hospitality is tea and cookies! Yay, cookies!”

“Fine,” Sasuke bit out. He turned on his heel and stalked away. “But he’s not allowed in our house!”

“Our house?” Tobi turned to Gai, frowning a little. “Why is Tobi’s house Sasuke’s house?” Oh, wait! Tobi snapped his fingers. “It’s ‘cause Mikoto-nee and Fugaku-san and Itachi-kun went bye, right?”

Gai placed a hand on Tobi’s shoulder. He was as serious as Tobi had ever seen him. “I’m sorry for your loss, Tobi.”

And Tobi just blinked. “Loss’a what?” Oh, oh, right. That was right. “Um. Yeah! Because they aren’t coming back, right?” 

Gai just stared at him. Awful vibes in this place. 

Even the tea had bad vibes. They ended up sitting at the picnic table outside, clutching cups of lukewarm tea. There were no snacks or anything. They seemed to be out of snacks. Seriously, no junk food? Tobi always bought junk food. Joys of retirement, baby. 

Worse, Sasuke and Gai were having a very serious conversation. Tobi had tried to scamper away three different times just because he hated the atrocious vibes of the conversation, but when they both asked him to stay he reluctantly settled down. Something about how they didn’t want to have the conversation without him. Tobi didn’t see why. It was all going over his head, anyway. 

No it wasn’t. Tobi was a fucking genius, one conversation between an eight year old and Konoha’s second weirdest man didn’t go over his head. Yes it did. It was just too complicated and Tobi would rather think of other stuff. What the fuck was wrong with him, what the fuck -

“There are ANBU assigned to your home for your protection. One of them informed me about the situation.” ‘For their protection’ his ass. They would be lucky if it was real ANBU and not Root. “Has he begun reliably remembering?”

Sasuke scowled. Somehow it felt like his new favorite expression, although it was the first time Tobi had ever even seen him make the expression. Wait, that wasn’t right. What the fuck? “What business is it of yours?”

Gai took a threatening sip of his tea. “It’s me or a doctor, Sasuke-kun.”

It was a bluff, but an effective one. Sasuke took an angry complementary sip of his tea. It was unsweetened, of course. Because he was a big boy! “Whatever. No, he’s not reliably remembering. He’s stopped completely forgetting, but it’s all weird. He’s always convinced that either Itachi Uchiha’s dead or he’s on a freaking market run. I thought he knew what dead people were. He always used to talk about his foster parents.”

Gai rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “It took a little while before he settled into that knowledge too. Due to the…circumstances of Rin-chan and Kakashi-kun’s deaths, they were easier to understand. But Minato and Kushina died while he was in a safehouse and guarded by one of the Hokage’s guards. He’s not terribly adept with abstract concepts.”

“What does abstract mean!” Sasuke shouted. Gai explained the meaning of abstract. Both Sasuke and Tobi listened avidly. The definition did not assuage Sasuke. “What’s abstract about this? The ANBU found him hiding underneath a pile of - you know whats!”

“I don’t know what,” Tobi said blankly. Sasuke made a sharp gesture at Tobi - ‘you see?’.

“You told me that he would be back to normal shortly,” Gai told Sasuke sternly. Tobi had never heard Gai be stern in his life. How many times had that man taken a single thing seriously? Was this, like, the first time? “I thought that keeping your environments consistent would be best for the both of you. But I have been told that you have been acting as his full-time caretaker, Sasuke. I applaud your sense of responsibility, but you have taken on far too many responsibilities in far too short a time. When you ought to still be recovering.”

“I am recovered,” Sasuke said, irritable. “They let me out of the hospital, didn’t they?”

“That is not the sort of recovery I mean.”

“Caretaker?” Tobi asked blankly. “Since when do I need a caretaker?”

Both Sasuke and Gai shot him strange looks. A little irritably, Sasuke said, “Since you got distracted trying to cook and forgot to extinguish the fire. You almost burned down the house. And you’re zoned out all the time. And you don’t get stuff as well as you normally do.” 

“That can’t be right.” Something in his tone made Gai raise an eyebrow, but Tobi could barely process that. “I’ve never needed anyone. I’ve been careful about that. What? Sasuke, you’re eight?” His head hurt. His head hurt so much. A monster swam underneath still waters. “What about…uh, Shisui? What about him? Can’t he help?” Memories boiled the ocean, apocalyptic - “Is Itachi-kun on a mission or something?”

Evenly, almost rotely, Sasuke said, “Itachi Uchiha killed cousin Shisui and the rest of our family. They aren’t coming back.”

“Oh.”

Right. That was - that was the situation. 

Sasuke stood up, wiping his hand on his squeaky clean shorts. “Just go away. You’re upsetting him. You think you’re helping but you’re not. I can take care of him and you can’t and nobody cares anyway, so go away.”

No. No, wait. This was fucked up. This was all sorts of fucked up. Sasuke was eight, Tobi was a grown-ass man. And a genius. Whatever happened to that? The genius part? Since when did he need help just to live? Just because he -

Was having blackouts. Since when did he have blackouts? That wasn’t normal, was it? Maybe - maybe once or twice after Sensei and Nee-chan died. Who the hell had babysat him back then, Genma…? Tobi had really put Genma through the wringer, but that was just because it was hilarious. Had Genma actually babysat him?

“I care a great deal, Sasuke!” Gai said boomed. “A passionate and determined friend can always find some way to help! If you’ll just allow me to -”

“Nobody cares about us, so stop pretending like you do!”

“I have been friends with Obito since we were children, Sasuke, you are well aware of -”

Obito. Where the hell was Obito? Where had Obito gone? Was he at the market, waiting just outside? Was he about to come and pick Sasuke up, when would he be home? Whatever happened to Obito Uchiha?

Itachi Uchiha had killed Obito Uchiha and the rest of their family. They weren’t coming back. Obito Uchiha was dead, so he didn’t exactly care about the television Sasuke watched. Obito Uchiha wasn’t coming over for a playdate or picking up the kid, because Itachi Uchiha had killed Obito Uchiha. That was what being dead meant.

“Sasuke,” Tobi said quietly, “here’s what we’re going to do, okay? Please sit down.”

Dumbfounded, Sasuke sat. Tobi squeezed his hands in his lap. Keep it together, keep it together, if the fucking small child could keep it together then he could too, he had to.

“Thank you for wanting to help, Gai,” Tobi said. “I want your help very much. I feel bad making Sasuke do all the work. I’ve been…um, I know I haven’t been remembering much. I’m very sorry…”

“It’s not your fault,” Sasuke said immediately. “It’s Itachi Uchiha’s fault, it’s all his fault!”

That didn’t sound quite right, but for the life of him Tobi couldn’t remember why. “Gai’s a really nice person. Mikoto-nee always told us to be nice, so we should be nice too and let him help. Gai can come over three times a week, okay? He can see if we’re okay. And if I need a little extra help, then he can help. Sasuke, please let him do that.”

Sasuke looked away, fingers crumpling his shorts. His face was red and scrunched. “Whatever.”

“Whatever…what?”

“Yes, Tobi, he can help.”

“Yay. And, um, Gai…” Tobi turned to Gai, fighting the urge to fiddle with his fingers. He had to look straight at him. He had to be brave. “If you’re seen with us too much, things will be bad for you. So we gotta be sometimes friends, okay? And that’s okay. Because Sasuke and Tobi will help each other. We’re the family we have left.” Tobi gave Sasuke a shaky smile. “Your cousin’s sorry that he hasn’t helped you, Sasuke. But that’s not the case anymore. Let’s help each other a lot. Okey-dokey?”

“Yeah,” Sasuke said, sniffling hard, “that’s okay.”

“Yay! Can we get sweets?”

“Ugh, Tobi, that stuff’s so bad for you.”

The next morning, Tobi woke Sasuke up with breakfast. He only did it once: Sasuke got incredibly offended. Tobi hadn’t known that you could eat rice so angrily. Somewhere along the way food became a ‘Sasuke chore’. Laundry became a Tobi chore, once he got the hang of it. They folded laundry together. Usually while watching a scary monster movie. They got hooked on ninja soap operas, though. 

Tobi found Obito again eventually, in bits and pieces. It happened so slowly that he didn’t notice. He only recognized that anything had happened at all during their weekly shopping trip to the market. 

As usual, people were either looking or not-looking at them. They were either gossiping behind their hands or not-gossiping. It was all the same. Sasuke’s shoulders hunched upwards and upwards at every  sideways stare, and Tobi walked loudly and talked louder beside him to draw some of the attention away. Tobi ‘No social graces whatsoever’ Uchiha also enjoyed pointing out large moles on the foreheads of old women, which always satisfied Sasuke. 

People still disliked them. No surprise, considering - a lot of stuff that Tobi still couldn’t fucking remember, damn it. Sasuke definitely noticed, even if he didn’t know why, but he thought Tobi didn’t realize. He furiously tried to protect Tobi from the realization. But he couldn’t do anything about the old lady selling tomatoes from a large wicker basket, barking out prices and bargains to the passerby. 

Sasuke had stopped to salivate after some particularly ripe and juicy tomatoes. Which he could eat like an apple, what a little freak. He had only picked one up to take a closer look at it when the old lady snatched it out of his hands. 

“Don’t steal my goods,” the lady barked. At least three people around them were inspecting the tomatoes too, but she completely ignored them. “Get out of here, git.”

Sasuke drew himself up, breaking out his best scowl. They had grown very impressive. Tobi had the sense that he was proud of them, so far as anybody could be proud of a facial expression. “I was just looking for bruises! What if I wanted to buy one?”

“I’m not so desperate that I need your business,” the lady snapped. Tobi tilted his head. “Now git.”

Tobi looked down at Sasuke, blinking guilelessly. “Our business? Why not us?”

“Stop harassing me and go!”

“How are we harassing you!” Sasuke cried. “You awful old hag -” 

Then the people around them were whispering, and some were tittering, and Sasuke’s cheeks reddened. He dropped the tomato back in the basket and turned around on his heel, hoisting his basket higher on his little shoulder. “C’mon, Tobi, let’s go.”

Tobi saluted. “Okey-dokey!”

He made it two steps before he delivered a delicious pratfall over the basket of tomatoes. It practically happened in slow motion: Tobi tripped over an errant tomato, slipped on it with a thick squelch, and toppled backwards with pinwheeling arms onto the basket of tomatoes. He squealed, his landing cushioned by the wicker basket, but the tomatoes went everywhere. Some of them even splattered the tittering women, who screamed as if boiling water was dumped on them. And the old hag ended up with a big fat faceful of tomato. 

“Whoops,” Tobi announced, scrambling back upwards. “My bad. C’mon, let’s vamoose!”

They sprinted out of the market, weaving between the crowds and ignoring the furious howls of bitchy old women. When Tobi glanced to the side he saw Sasuke furiously stifling laughter, chest heaving with exertion from the run, before he couldn’t hide it anymore - he laughed, gasping and wheezy and light. When Sasuke looked at Tobi, he saw a gleam in his eye and the faintest hint of a smirk. 

Sasuke’s eyes widened. “Wait. Was that on pur -”

Tobi held one finger to his lips, winking. “Let’s not tell Gai-kun about this, okey-dokey?”

And Sasuke grinned, knowing without understanding that he was seeing a flash of the biggest secret in Konoha. “Okey-dokey!”

Tobi did not remember what he knew about the Uchiha Massacre until much later. What he had known before it had even happened. But that, at least, he knew was in self-defense.

[or0ch1maru]

Who in the akatsuki would have a daddy/mommy kink?

Who would be turned off by it?

Who wouldn't mind it but likes it because you enjoy it?

who would absolutely go feral the minute you address them by that?

Hiiiii bby ^.^ this definitely got me thinkin’ let’s get into it🫶🏻

-for starters, I don’t think any of them would be turned off by it, some would just be curious about it, not really understanding the concept behind it

18+, minors, and ageless blogs DNI. Mommy/daddy kinks, short blurbs about rough sex or sexual situations. Konan is wlw so mentions of straps/tribbing. Uses they/them for orochimaru

-Hidan would have you bent over the nearest surface the second the word fell past your lips. Even if that means having your face mushed into the grass mid mission. He’d also be very vocal about it. “Who’s daddy’s slut hm? Or “be daddy’s good girl and ride my cock.”

-Kakuzu would be just like Hidan but less vocal about it. He’d give you a knowing glance at first, taking in the way your soft lips parted as you said the word before pushing your knees to your chest. Thrusting into you at a cruel pace. You may get a “didn’t know daddy’s girl was so dirty”

-Konan I personally believe wouldn’t mind being called either(I don’t see her using the names on anyone though) it just depends on her mood. If she’s feeling softer and just wants your legs to be intertwined as your cunts grind against each other she’d love nothing more than to hear mommy fall from your lips in a chant. “Aww, you’re being so good for mommy.” Now, if she’s stressed and needs to fuck her frustrations out, she’d have your face pressed against the mattress in prone bone “speak up angel, daddy can’t hear you”

-Obito’s possession kink and obsession over you would just double, no, triple if you called him daddy. He’d make sure to fuck a baby into you that same night, even if that means round after round. Your cunt taking all that he’s giving you. Uchiha’s love the hardest, and I sense they show that best through physical touch and sex. So don’t be surprised by your third orgasm of the night your lovers mouth whispering “you’re taking daddy’s cock so well, so stretched ‘n full. You’re makin’ daddy feel so good baby” into your ear.

-just like Obito, Itachi would go a little crazy. He wouldn’t be rough about it, no. Our sweet boy would have you spread out before him, your hands pulling and tugging on his hair as he licks and laps at your cunt. Sucking on your clit as two of his fingers pump in and out of you, curling right where you need him too. “Louder baby, let daddy know how good he’s making you feel. Good girl.”

-Kisame would be similar to Hidan and Itachi. Yes he has moments where he’s rough, forcing both cocks into your tight hole, your nails digging into any skin or muscle you can grab onto. He’d start off rough, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your neck and collar bones but when that specific word reaches his ears. He slows. “Hm? Daddy huh?” He reply’s cooly, hitting you with that smug smirk you love so much. “Let’s see how much daddy’s girl can take.”

-and lastly Juzo. I can see him being cruel with it, of course he has his soft side but when Juzo has sex, he fucks and fucks hard. You’d think he hates you when he rearranges your guts. “Daddy’s got such a whore, never knew she was so fuckin’ filthy.” He taunts, leaning forward, planting a rough bite into your neck as he takes you from behind. “That’s it, just like that girl. Daddy fuckin’ loves you.”

-deidara and Sasori would be on the curious side. I feel that our explosive blonde would definitely try it out and it comes naturally to him. If it wasn’t for you, he never would have discovered this kink. “Daddy’s got such a pretty little slut hmph. Gorgeous girl.” As for Sasori, he still can’t fully grasp it. I believe he’d only use it when he’s had a bad day and needs to get his anger out, using his favorite toy. You. Like Juzo, I feel like he’d be cruel about it and only uses it when he feels like it. “Daddy’s trained you better than this, take it. To the hilt, atta girl.” He groans as he forces himself down your throat.

-orochimaru is highly experienced, just like the zombie combo. They have tried out many kinks, toys, the whole works. They’ve heard of the daddy kink but never saw themself being the one to participate. Orochimaru doesn’t discriminate. So the day you ask to try it out, they don’t say no. In fact, Maru, encourages you. Goes a bit rougher than usual. Their three fingers in, stretching your hole to be able to take them. Making room for their tongue. “So stretched, can’t wait to feel my tongue stretch you lovie. Need you to cum on daddy’s tongue. Know you can do it.”

-Zetsu is a mix. White Zetsu would think it’s unusual, “humans and their weird names” is probably the first thing he’d think of but it wouldn’t be until black Zetsu uses it during sex that white Zetsu truly enjoys it. At least realizing he enjoys it. Seeing his princess’ fucked out expression as both cocks fill your little holes. Eyes glossed over and pink flushed cheeks that white Zetsu says “fuck princess, gonna’ make a mess outta daddy. Look at you.”

Extra:

Zabuza has you in doggy, this session already being rough, messy, and sloppy. Shoving your legs farther apart, deepening your arch. Only to lose his resolve when that one words slips outta you. His pace quickens, pulling you up onto all fours, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other slides two fingers into your mouth. Drool covering his entire hand with how sloppy you both are. “Fuckin’ brat, you just love pissin’ daddy off don’t you? Gotta fuck the attitude outta you.”

[13as07]

Little Lady #2

(Obito Uchiha)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Hoodie-Posts]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,168

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Power Difference

Hickeys

“Good Girl”

Part 3?

Also, sorry I've been gone for so long. Life has been... well life-ing and I had a tad bit of writers block :/

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     My footsteps seem loud as I walk down the street. My heart seems loud too. I don't know what sick game Obito is playing with this whole 'having lunch in public' thing, but I know it makes my stomach churn.

     It doesn't take long for the restaurant to fall into view, upsetting my stomach even more. This is a bad idea, a trap even. Thoughts of turning to leave swirl around my mind as I freeze in the middle of the street. Would that make the situation worse? Or better? I don't know. I don't know a lot of things recently, and somehow, they all have to do with the akatsuki member.

     My hands shove their way into my pockets, my dominant hand toying with the pocket knife gifted to me as I continue my walk down the street. No black cloak with red clouds in sight and no Obito in sight either. Maybe I should turn around and go home. Pack Daku and me up, high tail it as far away as possible.

Hands slide across my hips, hooking to me as my arms are pressed to my sides, quickly stopping any attempt to stab the person intruding on my body. "Hello my little lady," Obito's soothing voice coos into my ear and a squeeze of my hips.

I glance to the side, being met with the orange mask and cloudy robes I've grown accustomed to. A straw hat with white ribbons and a single bell is added to his usual look, confusing me even more. A disguise perhaps? "Hello, Ob -"

My greeting is cut off, one of his gloved hands jumping up to wrap around my mouth. "Would you like to meet my partner?" He asks, his voice high and chirping instead of the soothing voice I'm used to. I tilt my head, my eyebrows pressed together. Obito has a partner? Why is he so obsessed with me then? Slowly, he pulls away, stalling by my ear for a moment. "Remember, I'm Tobi at work, Little Lady." Oh, it's that kind of partner... oh dear Lord, it's that kind of partner.

He finishes pulling away from me, a hand falling from me as the other one jumps up to my bicep. He uses his grip to turn me around. I'm spun quicker than expected, making me a bit dizzy.

Once my eyes settle, I'm met with a short boy in the same disguise as Obito. Instead of an orange mask poking through the ribbons of the hat, there's a baby face and snips of blonde hair. How young is this kid? Is he seriously an akatsuki member?

"Deidara, this is my Little Lady," Obito introduces, his hand falling back down to my hip, quickly pulling me into his side. I settle my hands on my belt, toying with it as I look at the ground. Why does this feel like an awkward 'meeting your boyfriend's friends' situation? "Little Lady, this is my work partner, Deidara."

"Nice to meet you," I whisper, focusing on my shoes. Great I'm stuck having lunch with two murderers. Two akatsuki members. What could go wrong?

"Nice to meet you too," the shorter man returns my greeting, his voice deeper than I expected. "Aren't you a pretty thing," he continues, leaning forward. He leans close enough that the ribbons of his hat rub against my cheeks, only adding to my nervousness. "What a beautiful piece of artwork."

The man raises his hand, but Obito snatches it before his partner can rub his fingertips across my cheeks. "Nuh uh uh," Obito starts, his grip tightening around his partner's wrist. The hand on my hip dips down a second, easily passing under the hem of my shirt before sliding up again. The material of his glove dances over my skin, just above my waistband. "Don't touch what's not yours, Deidara." His voice is still chirped but has a threatening undertone to it.

     Blonde rolls his eyes, snapping his wrist away from Obito. "I didn't know you were so protective of your Little Lady," the boy teases, sending me a sparkly smile. A lady's man I see.

     Obito's hand jumps up, clinging to my waist as his fingers dig into my skin. "You know it," he chirps, quickly pushing me in front of me and aiming me down the road. His partner giggles, hands on his head as he follows behind us.

     I'm bumped into, Obito's chest against my back no matter how quick my steps are. Anger waves off of him, the angrier he gets the more his partner giggles. "Are you okay?" I whisper, tipping my head up a bit. I don't know why but I'm almost sad to see his mask instead of his face.

     His head dips, the plastic of his mask clicking against my head. "I'm fine."

     "You're not."

     He softly sighs, hand sliding up even further. Obito's fingertips slide over the wire of my bra, making me super nervous with a slow drip of arousal mixed in. For a split second, I almost forget the situation I'm in. "No, I'm not. I don't like seeing Deidara touch you, let alone smiling at you. You're my Little Lady." Just like the small touches, his empathize with the word 'my' makes me tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. This is going to be a long lunch.

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     Weight is added to my back, a weight that's more than Daku who's curled up and fast asleep between my shoulder blades. The added pressure makes me panic, my fingers instantly wrapping around the pocket knife curled up under my pillow just like my arms.

     "I know I said I'd stop breaking in, Little Lady," Obito's voice whispers closer to me than I thought it would be. The sound of him both calms me and makes me panic. He might be a threat but at least he's a threat I've grown used to. A known threat is better than a new threat. "But, I need your assistance."

     I let out a sigh of both relief and annoyance. Maybe I should look into getting a dog. Obito's fingertips dance over my spinal cord, sliding over the bumps of it despite the night-shirt I'm lying in. I'd be lying if I said the soft touches don't help calm my nerves. Dumb akatsuki member. Making me feel weird contradicting shit all the time.

Obito's hand stops rubbing at me for only a beat, long enough to lift Daku off my back. My cat is settled on a bed, a yawn and a stretch coming from him before he curls up again. Soon, his hand is back to rubbing at me, adding gentle pressure occasionally.

     "What do you need help with?" I ask my question almost hiding the feeling of his fingertips dipping under my shirt, sliding over the strip of skin above my pajama bottoms. Almost.

     "I'm sorry for breaking in again," he whispers, his hand sliding up my back, slowly tugging my shirt up until it rests above my shoulder blades.

     "It's fine," I half hiss, half breath out. My skin feels on fire, the flames licking the path laid out by his fingertips. "Obito?"

     He hums, the gentle sound of him shifting leading the feeling of his lips brushing against my spinal cord, carefully kissing every vertebrate bump, all the way up to my neck. Fear tangles with a quickly increasing trickle of arousal.

     "Sorry, my Little Lady. I'm still a bit upset about your introduction to Deidara," he whispers against the middle of my back, pressing another kiss against me before shifting up again. "Anyway, I have been stabbed again. Only twice this time," he continues, his hand coating down my back once again as he tugs my shirt into place.

     "That's good," I whisper, my mind still wispy from the arousal and the quickly shrinking fear. "Wait what?" I ask, snapping out of the fog.

     "I got stabbed again."

     I shake my head at the man crisscrossed on my bed, pushing myself off my stomach and onto my knees. "You get stabbed a lot. I'm starting to think you're getting hurt on purpose," I tease, a soft giggle following my words.

     "I am... to an extent," He mutters, his eyes slowly sliding down me, quickly igniting the snuffed-out spark.

     I can't focus on that. For one, Obito is an akatsuki member, and for two, he's getting hurt on purpose. "Why?" I press, leaning over to dig around under my bed, in search of the first aid kit I've decided to keep stashed there.

     He waits for me to sit upright, the kit between my knees as I look at him and he looks at me. Well, I'm looking at him, and Obito is looking at my thighs. "I like getting to see you," he starts, his fingers sliding over my knee, slowly crawling up until the tips of them are hidden under my shorts. "I like talking to you. I like looking at you," he continues, leaning forward until his lips are pressed against my neck.

     The flames from before start sizzling against my throat, only chilling when Obito's tongue slides out, pressing the flavor of my skin against his taste buds. "Obito," I breathe out, my thoughts hard to keep straight. He hums, the edge of his teeth being added to the attention of my neck and the lack of control over my thoughts. "I'm loyal to my village. I'm not going to betray my home."

     "I know," he hums, shifting up a bit before continuing to suck and nibble on my neck. "That's why I won't ask you to choose. I just enjoy my time with you." Obito is pulled away from my neck by now, his finger sliding over my bottom lip, and his crazy eyes locked in the same place.

     "Okay," I manage to squeeze out, the oxygen from my lungs seeming to be cut short from his confusion and the overwhelming calm in his eyes. Dear Lord is this what Stockholm Syndrome feels like?

     "Can I spend the night? After you fix me up?" I quickly nod my head, completely wrapped up in Obito's gentleness. Ya, ya, definitely Stockholm Syndrome. "Good," he whispers, leaning forward to slide his lips against mine, just as soft and gentle as all his other touches.

     The kiss catches me off guard, someone more than the rest even though this kiss has been the most acceptable one so far. If you can say that.

     A satisfied hum comes from him, pulling me out of my thoughts. "You looked so pretty when I kissed you. Can I do it again?"

     "No," I race out, my disapproval being the front man for the fear crawling up my throat.

     Obito's eyes squint for just a moment before they're back to being round and full of happiness. "Alright. I'll give you a moment to settle down and then I'll ask again later if that's alright with you."

     "I might say no again."

     "But you might not," he counters, his smile growing from my answer. "And the possibility of a yes is good enough for me. Even if it's a fake possibility." I hate the akatsuki and their smug little members.

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     My mind is twirling as I wander back and forth around my room, sort of doing laundry but not really. It's taken me five minutes to hang a single shirt, the chaos of my mind making it difficult to focus on a single task.

Obito is asleep in my bed, his limbs thrown around the bed and twisted within my bedsheets as he sleeps. I can't believe I let him spend the night. There is a terrorist, a murderer, an akatsuki member fast asleep in my bed like he has been, all night. I must be insane or something.

I settle on the edge of the bed, laundry forgotten as I look over the man fast asleep. His chest is bare, most of him is bare. Obito stripped down to his boxers to sleep, which made me both nervous and excited again. Even now it forces the two emotions to mix in my chest. His chest is blotchy like I've grown used to. Peachy skin and pure white mix across all of him, though it seems most of it is divided to one side.

"Why are you staring at me, my Little Lady?" Obito's rigged voice mutters, tearing me out of my peeking and making my cheeks heat. "Seems like we've switched spots."

"What do you mean?"

"Usually I'm the one watching you like a creeper while you sleep. Now you're watching me," he tries to tease, helping the fear in my chest win the fight between my emotions. The fear starts to diminish when Obito sits up, stretching out his arms, and making his shoulders flex.

The arousal is winning now, courtesy of his muscles on a show and the burning memory of his lips on my skin last night. My eyes scorch over his muscles, his muscles that I've never seen in the light. "I'm sorry for staring."

He chuckles, moving forward quicker than I'm used to him moving. Obito wraps me up in his arms, tugging me forward and flipping us around. When we're settled, my back is laid against my mattress and I'm propped up on my pillows. His arms are around my waist, a knee rests between my legs, and his head is buried into my neck.

It takes a second for my heart to settle down, the leftover hallow feeling of free not leaving as quickly as I'd like it to. "You're tense. Why are you tense?" Obito asks, his lips already latched onto one of the hickeys he left last night, promising to make it darker.

"You're tense too," I whisper, letting my hands settle on his shoulders.

"Of course I am," he hums, sliding down an inch or two before he starts sucking on my throat again.

"Of course you are?"

Obito chuckles, his kisses going soft again, dancing the exposed skin of my chest. "Yes, of course, I am," he starts, his hands softly massaging my sides. "I just spent the night sharing a bed with the apple of my eye who let me kiss up on her all night. I'm going to be a little tense."

It takes a moment, but his confession does finally click in my head, making my cheeks heat up again. Great, now I accidentally turned on my stalker. He chuckles again, his fingers wrapping around the hem of my shirt as he toys with it. "I'm sorry," I repeat, focusing my eyes on my hands as I massage his shoulders.

"You don't have to be sorry," he mutters, sliding his hand under my shirt, his fingertips slowly crawling up my side. Obito starts sucking on my neck again, this time on the center forcing my head upward. "Do you want to continue?" He whispers, slowly making his way up my throat.

     "I don't know," I answer honestly, the massage to his shoulders forgotten as I cling to him. A part of me knows this is bad, that it goes against my village and myself, but another part of me knows I'm on fire and his lips seem to be the only way to cool the flames down.

     The hand on my side stalls, just below my bare chest. His fingers go back to work, focused like he can mold the flesh of my side if he focuses on massaging it enough. His lips go light, still dragging across my heck but no longer sucking proof of himself into me. "Then we'll stay just like this until you say otherwise."

     I know consent is a basic human right, one that everyone deserves, but for some reason hearing this man who could easily take whatever he wanted regardless of my feelings be so willing to obey such a simple thing is hot. Is this what hooks the girls at work on those dark romance books? A big bad guy known for not taking no for an answer so willing to obey the word from their love interest? Oh my, I'm truly living one of those books right now, aren't I? I think I am. Those girls turn out fine... usually, right?

     "Obito?"

     "My Little Lady?" He hums, planting slow and dragged-out kisses across my jaw.

     "Please?" I whisper, tilting my head down so our noses brush against each other.

     "Please what?" He asks, lips teasingly light against mine as the purple and red of his eyes stare back into my eyes. "Do you want a kiss?"

     I slowly shake my head, not able to pull away from the different colors. It's a bad idea to look into his eyes. What if he's coaxing me into wanting to kiss? Into wanting more? I've heard of eyes that hold abilities so powerful. "No, I don't," I whisper, pulling away from him. My head turns and my eyes snap closed as I take a breather; maybe the feelings aren't fabricated by Obito. Maybe they are real. I don't know anymore. 

     "Alright, Little Lady," he hums a drop of disappointment in his words. Obito lays a soft kiss on my cheek before his hand falls, secured gently on my hip like his other one. His head follows suit, tumbling down to rest on my shoulder his nose pressed against my neck. "I wish to go back to sleep unless you want me gone from your home, of course."

     "No, you're fine," I utter, my eyes snapping between the wall and Obito's resting place on top of me.

     Once the approval to stay is let out, he shifts, both legs caging mine between his instead of his knee resting between my thighs. It takes a moment, but the tension in his body is let out. A long sigh audits Obito relaxing against me, pressing his body weight into mine. "Let me know if you need me to get off."

     "I will."

     "Good girl."

     My body heats up for the two soft-spoken words, the main of the heat jumping to my cheeks and falling down my core. Alright, the feelings stirring in my chest - and way below that - aren't fabricated, that's for sure.

     "What am I going to do with you?" I ask him, my focus set on Daku's cat tree propped up in the corner of the room.

     "Love me is what I'm hoping for," Obito whispers into my skin again, pairing the soft words with an equally soft kiss. "But I know that's going to take some time for you to get to, especially with the fears I caused with our introduction. That's alright, I'll wait for you, my Little Lady."

     I'll wait for you, my Little Lady. I'll wait for you. I'll wait.

     His words echo in my head as I let myself relax against the pillows behind me. Stockholm Syndrome or dark romance story? I guess only time will tell.

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[siren-sashimi]

Uchiha Petnames and PDA Headcanon list [Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Shisui x gn!reader]

Contents and warnings: fluff, allusions to possessive behaviour, repressive behavior, mostly sfw but with allusions to mature themes!

Uchiha Sasuke Note: Public and private (meaning, only the two of you, and maybe in front of your children in the future) are two strictly separated spaces for Sasuke. Partly it's due to his upbringing in socially high standing family that taught him to not appear too lax in front of others. Partly it's him being uncomfortable displaying intimacy publicly. • He might warm up to some handholding or letting you holding on his arm in public. Keeps the fangirls at bay and you're close by his side. • Can and will possessively touch or put an arm around you when someone's mean or flirting with you. It's not your fault, you can't help being the best being with the prettiest smile in the world, it's others that can be trusted around you. • But please respect this separation of public and private space, that boundary's important to him. • In private Sasuke needs some time to let his walls crumble - like with everything that is a form of intimacy to him. • In private Sasuke will let loose for once. Be it leaning on you while you read, sew, cook, paint, or any hobby requiring you to sit down and barely moving. Wrapping his arms around you while you fold laundry or prepare your meals. Curling onto you when sharing your bed. • At home, Sasuke is a weird mix between Koala and cat. He isn't clingy but he enjoys sharing the same space with you, even if you don't talk all the time. Might lean onto or hug you without needing anything but your proximity. • If you're into pet names, you will have to lower your hopes with Sasuke. • Even in private it took quite a while before he could get comfortable with your first name combined with familiar honorifics. That will be the most you'll get out of him in public spaces. • In private he will address with first name without any honorific, even casually slip a "love" or "dear" when feeling cozy around you. • But between the sheets... Pet names are a perfect way to  tease you or to utilize for dirty talk. • More tolerant with you using petnames on him. But don't push it. "Honey" sounds sweet to Sasuke but jokingly ridiculous ones like "boobsie" or "Boo-bear" irritate him. • Once you playfully called him "Sa-chan", and weirdly he found himself enjoying you calling him that, even when you're going out. It's casually intimate. • Wouldn't address you with nicknames himself but doesn't mind with you use nickname variations for him. Uchiha Itachi Note: Similar to Sasuke, Itachi has a reputation to maintain, comes from a conservative family, therefore He won't be too explicit in his PDA but is less strict in this matter as his little brother. • Quiet a romantic, Itachi enjoys holding hands or you leaning on his side when going out. • Still he comes from a traditional family so PDA will remain chaste. Might let you get away with a quick kiss on the cheek if you're very quick and giving him innocent smile afterwards. • At home Itachi can get really gooey, peppering you with kisses or swiftly kissing any spot of yours when you just pass by. • Loves when you lean on him while he's reading or writing something. He likes to cuddle when you go to bed. • Usually he isn't raunchy but by times he might enjoy giving you a light slap on your ass or casually caress your arms when he's getting in the mood... • Loves when you play with his hair. Secretly, Itachi is quiet proud of his meticulously kept hair. • Even in public Itachi calls you "sweetheart", "dove", "lovely", "baby", "honey"and so on. He does it so casually, it feels casual and saccharine at the same time. • One petname for sticks in particular . It was inspired by running gag between the two of you. • Not much into nicknames. In fact, you can only use the short form of his name in the bed room when he wrecks you enough for you to be unable to speak coherently. • Itachi's use of nicknames is limited to maybe a shortened form of your name and only this one will remain. His Strict education is still engrained in him. Uchiha Obito • Obito has always been a bit of the black sheep of the family. So he's bold and open about PDA. • By times it can be more demonstrative to show that yes indeed, his relationship is very real, nobody could not not witness it. • Handholding in public is basically obligatory. At first it Obito's hands were terribly sweaty, more a demonstrative gesture. When Obito calms down from his first high of actually having scored a date, his hands become dry. • His hands are big. He touches your hands like something delicate. • Expect randomly receiving little kisses on your temple or on top of your hand. • So perfect to lean onto, Obito is like a cozy rock. • Take care to bring sunscreen and soothing cream for Obito's scar tissue when going out. He might be neglectful about that matter, having stayed for such a long time isolated from the outer world. • At the beginning of your dates, you were a bit unsure to continue dating because Obito was a too deliberate with PDA. The Public display part felt more important than the affectionate part. That was until you learnt that he's inexperienced, therefore he behaved like a hormone driven teenager. You need to talk with him first about boundaries. He does sulk for a bit but comes around eventually. Afterwards handholding, little public kisses are just as common although more natural, spontaneous, and less about going through all the cliché things to signal dating. • Calls you ridiculous nicknames just for the sheer fun of it. They aren't mean, they're just funny. You're totally free to come up with fun ideas too. • Saccharine terms of endearment are earnest moments or home. • When he addresses you with first name, no nickname, no honorifics, you know who wants to tell you something serious. • The moment Obito calls your name like this, you know that he sincerely, deeply loves you.

Uchiha Shisui • Addressed you in informal ways very quickly whereas you barely knew him, you still addressing him in an informal way. • He does this to get you flustered and nervous. • And yes, there is something sexy when you stammer "U-Uchiha-san" while he teases you cute nicknames. • It should be said, that he never does this when you aren't in the room. He wants to get your attention, not undermine your authority. • Calms down remarkably when you begin to date. Shisui has a way to speak out your first name like it was delicate. Somehow that feels far more intimate than his former impoliteness. • Only uses nicknames as a joke but usually simple variations of your name. • Pet names aren't particular either. Shisui likes to use simple ones like "honey", "dear", "love" like he would use your name in a conversation. • Just you wait until you use pet names on him. Being addressed as "sweetheart" gets his heart racing. • It should be noted that petnames are an intimate thing for Shisui. Even though he might seem to use them casually, he won't give anyone but you pet names because after all, he's an Uchiha, he can't get gooey with anyone else. Even if you call friends fun petnames he might get a bit hung up about it. • PDA might also seem very casual but is only reserved for you. • Shisui does public hand holding or putting his arm round your shoulders, or letting you cling to his arm. • Kisses  in public: Gives you kisses on the top of your head, letting you lean onto him or leaning onto you but lip kisses or cuddling is not something he will do in public. • Again, the Uchiha name comes with certain social expectation, even if he isn't from the mainbranch, Shisui has a reputation he wants to maintain. • In private Shisui is all kissy-kissy. Kiss on the shoulder, quickly grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles, kiss on the cheek, small kisses he can casually reach. In-between meals, while folding the laundry, when you wake up, when you go to bed, when you return home. • When he's tired all he longs for is leaning onto you or being hugged gently. • Surprisingly chaste with private touches. Shisui's touches are all about intimacy and comfort, it feels like being embraced in a warm home.

[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?”

[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part XXII

Word Count: 2,606

Warnings: nothing out of the norm

Notes: :) I considered the story and what kind of consequences there would be for previous actions. Plus some emotional things. So, yeah.

Obito closed the front door tightly behind him. The air around you was heavy with tension. Obito scanned over you, his features tight, then met your eyes with deep concern. There was an uncomfortable bubbling in your chest. Defensiveness washed over you in a wave and your eyes downcast, unable to acknowledge the intense regard he held for you. It didn’t take much for you to understand that what you were actually feeling was shame. It clogged your ears and climbed your throat until your eyes watered.

He wouldn’t judge you, you knew that. It didn’t stop the tidal wave of self-deprecating thoughts flooding your mind. Seeking him for safety was a bad idea. He wasn’t responsible for your problems, and bringing them directly to his doorstep was beyond selfish of you. He hated Toma already, and then you just had to remind him of that again on top of keeping him up when he was probably sleeping. And besides that, you-

“Hey, Y/n, hey,” he gently took your upper arm, the warmth of his hand permeating the flimsy excuse of a coat you wore.

The movement grounded you. Your eyes snapped back up to meet his and tears threatened to spill over your waterline. His dark eyes searched yours for a fleeting moment and he pulled you in front of the steadily burning fire. 

“You must be cold,” he murmured. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Obito glanced in the direction of the front windows and back at you. “Don’t be. I wish I could’ve hit ‘im, but I’m glad I could at least give that asshole a good scare,”

You couldn’t quite bring yourself to match the small smile he offered you. You took a good look at him, his mussed hair, needing to be cut, the t-shirt that was arguably becoming too small, his low hanging sweats that blessed you with the sight of just a sliver of skin on his lower abdomen. The fire reflected warmly off of him, giving you the soft Obito you were becoming so keen on. The sight of him overpowered any shame your brain could muster.

You shrugged your coat off and he took it from you. You watched him take it over to hang next to the door. The boots were next and you caught a glimpse of Obito’s eyes on your behind while you were bent over. Catching him was unusual, but so was the sight of you in a short skirt. 

You started towards the door with your shoes when you halted. You anxiously turned to Obito. “Can I stay here? Just for the night,”

“Of course,” he replied before you had even finished. 

“I hope I didn’t wake you,”

“No, I was still up,”

You nodded and walked back over to the couch where he was standing. He visibly swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You look nice,”

“Thank you,” you replied a little awkwardly.

“I’m sorry he interrupted your… date…” The last word came out a little more bitterly than he meant it to.

“It wasn’t a date,” you corrected. “In fact, his girlfriend showed up to drag him home,”

“Oh,”

The two of you stood silently for a moment. “Can I take a shower? I think I need to rinse the night off,”

“Sure, yeah, whatever you need,”

You got yourself a towel out of the linen closet and closed the bathroom door behind you. You undressed while the shower heated up. Under the hot spray, you ruminated over the events of the evening. While you were upset over the sour turn of events, it had landed you exactly where you wanted to be, even if the reason made you feel a little shameful and guilty. You scrubbed your negative feelings away with Obito’s spiced soap. 

You sang softly to yourself, a habit you often forgot you had. A sad tune echoed in the tiled stall, comforting you as much as your clean skin. You finished your song just as you turned off the water and you sighed out deeply, tired from letting your inner turmoil wash out, but more at peace.

You dried and wrapped the towel tightly around yourself. You looked at your clothes on the floor and decided you would rather ask for something to wear than put your outfit back on. You slid your underwear on and tightened the towel. Upon opening the door, you were blasted with the cold air of the cottage and a shiver ran down your spine. Goosebumps rose almost instantaneously and you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

“Obito?”

He entered the hall from the living room. “Yeah?”

“Can I wear your clothes?”

“Yeah, of course,” 

You let yourself into his bedroom and rummaged through his shirt drawer until you found a long sleeved shirt. It comfortably pooled around your thighs and the wrists fell past your fingertips. Because of the length, you didn’t bother with pants that wouldn’t fit in the first place and opened the bedroom door. 

Walking out, you picked up your clothes from the bathroom and tossed them into the washer with a couple of rags from earlier in the day. Obito heard your movement and came to join you at the end of the hall. You looked up at him just as his hot gaze trailed over your figure. A barely controlled shiver ran down your spine. 

“I made us some chamomile, if you want it,” he said thickly.

You nodded as he cleared his throat. You let him lead you to the kitchen table where two steaming mugs sat. While settling down in the chair across from him, you thanked him. 

“Of course, seemed like a bad night,”

You sighed, looking at him under the white kitchen light. His scars were accentuated by the shadows they cast. He didn’t offer a smile, but he was warm just the same.

“It’s better now,”

His lips twitched. He hummed and blew on his steaming tea. A comfortable silence washed over you. Obito added the perfect amount of honey to your tea, and you sipped generously as it cooled. 

You considered your situation again as you swirled the tea in your cup. You had come so far from the hostile environment Toma had provided you only a year ago. It was simultaneously wonderful to have progressed so much and frustrating that he was still acting as a blood sucking leech in your life. 

You glanced up at Obito, who had been silently observing you. You wished you could accept his help without the nagging guilt that you were a nuisance. At this point you thought the feeling might be forever ingrained in you. 

He sipped, unafraid to maintain eye contact. You smiled a little, the image of Obito when you met him in the fall appearing in your mind’s eye. The raggedy man who either couldn’t look at you or looked too long had seemingly gained some confidence. Both of you had during your time together. It was difficult to see him as a monster anymore, even with the intimidating display you had just witnessed. He was just a man who protected the people and things he cared about. Just like Kakashi had asked you to understand that night months ago. 

“Something on my face?” You asked with the lilt of a tease, holding his gaze.

“No,” He took another calm sip.

“Care to share your thoughts with the class?”

“Nope,”

A beat. “Why come here? I mean, you could’ve gone to Kakashi,”

You felt heat rise to your face and averted your eyes a second before bringing them back. “I, uh, didn’t even consider going to Kakashi. Who knows if he would’ve been home or in the office, anyway. Plus, he doesn’t have a barrier around his place, as far as I know, so,”

“Will that bastard still bother you?” He slowly and intentionally placed his empty cup down.

“Most likely,” you replied immediately.

“I could leave, y’know,”

“What?”

“I can leave anytime I want, as long as I use Kamui,” he said gruffly.

Your features were saturated in surprise as your jaw dropped. You had seen Kakashi use Kamui before, so you were at least vaguely familiar with it. But if that were true, why hadn’t he-

“The chakra connected to the barrier will signal an alarm if I leave. If I do, the order is to kill on site, in case that’s what you were wondering,”

You nodded slowly. “What are you saying?”

He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. “If it ever gets to a point I could, y’know,”

“Obito!” You said incredulously. 

“I’m just saying,” he shrugged. 

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. “You’re ridiculous. If he were to - y’know - I would not want a two-for-one deal,”

 A hint of a smile pulled his lips up, but his tone was serious when he said, “All you’d have to do was ask. It would be my one good deed before I go,”

You rolled your eyes, even though you knew how serious he was. “That would not be your “one good deed”. Don’t you remember helping me rescue my cousin and her baby?”

“Okay, my second good deed,”

“You’ve had plenty of good deeds,”

“I think I could argue with you on that point all day,” he eyed you as if to actually challenge him. 

You thought for a second while scrutinizing him, crossing your arms across your chest in his oversized shirt. “Every time you’ve made me smile has been a good deed,”

His lips pulled down on one side. “That still doesn’t outweigh the bad,”

“All the more reason for you not to cross that barrier, don’t you think? You have, like, 45 more years of making me smile if you die at an average age. That’s a lot of time for reparation. I’m sure you’ll have tipped the scales tenfold by then,”

His brows pulled together and he shook his head. “I don’t understand your faith in me,”

You tilted your head. “Do you think I’m a good person, Obito?”

“Of course, that’s why-”

“Then you don’t need to understand. Just trust me. Trust me and trust my judgment and know that I have good reason to believe in you,”

Obito went quiet. You took the opportunity to retrieve the dishes from the table and put them in the sink. You rinsed them and dried your hands on a nearby dishrag, Obito sitting in your periphery, staring at the table. 

“It’s time for bed,”

He looked up at you as you approached. You held out a hand and he took it without hesitation. He stood and followed you to his bed, hand still in yours. He turned out the lights and climbed in behind you, laying on his back.

You draped yourself over him when he had completely situated himself. A hand on his collarbone and a knee over his own. His hand naturally found itself holding you gently behind the knee. 

“Thank you,” you whispered into the darkness.

He squeezed the hand that was holding your leg. He whispered back, “No need to thank me,”

“I will anyway. Goodnight, Obito,”

“Goodnight,”

You drifted off quickly, his warmth and the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a peaceful sleep. You weren’t sure, but you thought you might have felt a peck to your temple just as slumber took over completely.

You woke up to your phone ringing incessantly. You adjusted, reaching over Obito to grab it from beside the bed. You saw the contact was your mom and clicked to answer. 

“Hello?”

“Tell me why I got a call from Toma’s mother a few minutes ago claiming that you’re in a relationship with the Obito Uchiha,” her voice was dangerously low, accusatory as if you were a teenager again.

Your blood ran cold and your mind started to race. “I-I… I’m not dating him. It’s - this is - my job. My job is -”

“Your job is what? What is it? Why the hell are you running to a genocidal maniac in the middle of the night?! What business could you possibly have with that monster?!” She yelled into the receiver. 

You flinched at her harsh tone. Obito was up now, looking at you with wide, guilty eyes. You steeled yourself, but your voice still came out shakily when you said, “I… take care of him,”

“With what, your cunt?” her shrill tone pierced your ears as your mouth dropped in disbelief.

“What?” you asked angrily, your tone sharp. 

Obito flinched next to you. You started to try to climb out of bed, but his muscular arm stopped you. You barely glanced at him before your mother continued her tirade.

“You’re going to put not just yourself, but your son in danger because of your association with that man. If you think I’m the only one who’s heard, you’ve got another thing coming,”

“I am not putting myself in danger. I don’t know what that asshole said, but it’s not true,”

“Then where are you right now?”

Her answer was your silence. “You really are with him. I know that Toma is shitty, but I didn’t think you had it in you to pick someone even worse. I thought I raised you to be smarter than that,”

Your face contorted into a snarl. “Toma is a hundred times worse than he is,”

Your mom was quiet a moment before letting out a bark of humorless laughter. “He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing and you’re a lamb blindly waiting for slaughter,” 

You heard her hang up and you pulled the phone away from your ear, staring at it in fuming disbelief.

…

Shikamaru approached Lord Kakashi’s desk looking highly unsettled. The bored expression that had Kakashi's eyes glazed over vanished when he honed in on the object in Shikamaru’s hand. It was a scroll, not unlike any other standard scrolls, if not for the red wax stamp sealing it, the outline of a tower just visible in the wax under his hand. 

Kakashi held out his hand, his expression unreadable. Shikamaru knew he needn’t say who it was from, and handed it to him before taking a few wide steps back. Kakashi cautiously broke the seal and unrolled the scroll, holding it away from his body. There were no traps to it, so after a moment he turned the paper so that he could read it. His eyes moved across the paper, and a crease formed between his brows. 

Kakashi looked up to Shikamaru, a flame lit behind his dark eyes. “Double the Anbu guards protecting Hina Zen’in’s safe house. Bring me an Anbu team. As quickly as you can, Shikamaru,”

“Yes, sir,” Shikamaru nodded to him and left, hastily shutting the door behind him. 

Kakashi looked down at the scroll. The urge to shove it off his desk and burn it to ash with his lightning jutsu was strong. His right hand raked through his hair. He picked up his phone that was sitting at the end of his desk. He dialed a number he had memorized only a few months ago, and waited anxiously for an answer. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, I need you in my office. Now. Something has happened. I’ll discuss it with you when you get here,”

“Of course, I’ll be there in twenty minutes or less,”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,”

“Okay, bye,” 

He hung up just as the Anbu team he sent for were knocking on his door. He internally thanked Shikamaru for his swiftness and called them in. They filed in and stood at attention.

“Good morning, I have an important assignment for you,”

Part XXIII

Taglist: @mostlyunsure, @humongousdreamlandbear, @ichaichahatake, @mandy-yeager, @detectivestucks, @faces-ofvenus

[frankencanon]

I think it'd be funny if we made Kakashi even younger.

Can you imagine Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura finding out that Kakashi is only a handful of years older than them?!

I mean, with how little we see of his face it's extremely difficult to tell how old he is...

It was one thing when he was prepubescent and short with an unbroken voice, but once his voice dropped and he reached an average adult height... How would anyone be able to tell?

He's strong, highly ranked, mature for his age, and the proper height for an adult with an adult voice. Anyone who didn't already know his age would be liable to mistakenly assume he's older than he actually is, especially with the grey hair.

And it's not like it's out of the realm of possibility for a teenager to be a jounin sensei—take Minato, for example. He was, what, seventeen? And as talented as Minato was, he's nothing compared to Kakashi when it comes to rising through the ranks at a young age.

I'm pretty sure Kakashi broke literally every record there was when it came to "youngest ever [blank]". Academy student, genin, chūnin, jōnin, ANBU, ANBU Captain... Sure, Itachi eventually beat him in one or two of those, but at the time Kakashi was the sole record-holder; There'd never been anyone like him before.

If we just modify Kakashi's already contradictory timeline... Unimportant info below about the details for just how this could potentially work in canon!!

—WAIT. FORGET ALL THAT.

If you want to read my calculations as to how this could canonically work you may direct your attention below, however I have just come up with a far better and far simpler and also quite possibly both funnier and sadder idea:

Time-travel, but not in any way you're thinking...

Most people assume the reason why they didn't hear much of Kakashi's exploits over the years is because he was in ANBU and so everything was Top Secret and extremely covert...

But what if the real reason was because Kakashi had somehow been sent about a decade into the future? Hence explaining how he could be a teenager still when he was once the Yondaime's student.

Also possible: Kakashi was somehow held in stasis for the past decade—sealed, perhaps? Trapped? Or maybe the work of a foreign shinobi's jutsu (kekkei genkai?) that took about a decade or so to break/deactivate...

Or, my personal favorite:

He was investigating the Uzushiogakure ruins and got caught in one of their defensive seals — one that would seal him for a maximum of ten years, with the intention of giving Uzushio shinobi as much time as possible to deal with whatever intruder(s) got caught in the trap.

Without Kushina or Minato or any other Uzumaki seal experts however, deactivating the seal would be basically impossible — luckily, the seal was set up so that once time ran out Kakashi would be automatically released.

And he was! Ten years later, with little baby Naruto all grown up and almost ready to be placed on a genin team — his genin team.

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AFFOREMENTIONED DUMB CALCULATIONS FOR HOW THIS COULD POTENTIALLY FIT INTO THE CANONICAL TIMELINE BELOW 👇

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It's probably boring!! You don't have to read it!!

⚠️ You have been warned!! ⚠️

(It's mostly just me brainstorming, honestly...)

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Genin at five, chūnin at six... Then he stalls at chūnin for a while before eventually advancing to jōnin at twelve (wherein Obito "dies").

He's approximately thirteen when Rin is killed leading to him joining ANBU, and then fourteen when Naruto is born and the Kyūbi is unleashed on the village, causing Minato and Kushina to sacrifice themselves.

In canon, he is then twenty-six years old when he becomes Team 7's jōnin sensei...

For starters, I vote we cut those six years of chūnin limbo before Kakashi becomes jōnin, dropping him to about twenty-or-so.

Then again, this is fanfic—who cares about canon timelines?

If we put him on the hyper-speed fast-track...

4: Academy student

5: Genin

6: Chūnin

7. Jōnin (Obito dies)

8. ANBU (Rin dies)

9. Naruto's birth (Minato & Kushina die)

Is this ridiculous? Yes! But who cares?

9+12=21

Hm... That's not right.

Alright, this is getting a bit annoyingly complicated.

Even if I downgrade Naruto to eleven (because for a long time I was convinced for some reason that Naruto was eleven while the rest of his peers were twelve, and I still have absolutely no clue where I got that idea from) that would still make Kakashi about twenty. Hm...

Ugh, I'll figure this out later. Can't we just hand-wave it?

—No wait, I have an idea:

While modifying his canon timeline to make him younger is a hassle and a half, the fact remains that until we saw Kakashi Gaiden we didn't actually have any details on his backstory...

In other words? The beginning of the series managed just fine without it, so why don't we just throw it out entirely?

Afterall, this fic is about jōnin-sensei Kakashi—the details of his traumatic childhood are irrelevant, and it's not like early fans had that information to work with anyway.

Naruto is canonically younger than Sasuke (who was a baby during the Kyūbi attack) so we shall put him at eleven to give us some leeway.

Now let's say we wanted to make Kakashi somewhere around sixteen to eighteen during canon—that would require him to be five to seven years old when Minato dies.

Now let's compress his timeline some more:

Considering the Konoha 9 all attended the very first chūnin exams after they graduated, I don't see any reason why Kakashi couldn't do the same—and unlike them he's a prodigy so it's basically guaranteed that he'd pass. (And that's assuming he didn't get a field promotion...)

Give him up to a year to become jōnin, and then have him join ANBU almost immediately after.

Some months later, Naruto is born and the Yondaime dies.

To compress it further, I am making his graduation even more ridiculous:

Academy student at three, genin and then chūnin at four, jōnin and ANBU at five. God, can you imagine a five-year-old ANBU? That'd be terrifying. Naruto is born around the time he turns six, and eleven years later Kakashi passes a genin team for the first time and is made a jōnin-sensei at seventeen, just like Minato-sensei was.

It'll take Team 7 a while to realize that, however.

...WAIT A MINUTE.***

Why am I even bothering to promote him prior to Minato's death? Am I, perhaps, an idiot?

Minato becomes his sensei as soon as he graduates to genin at five years old, but before that Kakashi spent a lot of time as his apprentice and they bonded. Shortly after Team 7 is formed the Kyūbi attack happens and Minato dies — the how doesn't matter, so don't worry about it.

The war is over so instead of Kannabi Bridge they go on some other dangerous mission with the same results, except this time the reason Minato isn't there is because he's dead.

They send some other inadequate chūnin or jōnin in his place, but they promptly get killed early on in the mission, perhaps at the same time that Rin gets kidnapped.

Kakashi is chūnin at this point so he naturally takes charge, despite being a five or six year old and Obito being — I don't know, twelve? Significantly older.

Obito dies, then Rin, and this time it's the stupid Sandaime that sticks Kakashi in ANBU like he's an annoying unwanted child that he wants to keep out of sight and thoroughly occupied — at least, until he needs a jōnin sensei for the Kyūbi's Jinchūriki and the Last Uchiha...

So, final version:

Five years old when Minato dies and Naruto is born, and about five or six years old when Obito and Rin die and Kakashi gets stuck in ANBU, followed by eleven years of Naruto growing up while Kakashi's in ANBU makes him... About sixteen to seventeen years old when Kakashi becomes Team 7's jōnin sensei.

To Kakashi, this feels almost poetic. (Same age as Minato-sensei was...)

[chocol4tte]

More dimension travel au!!

It could also evolve to sasusakunaru??? I still need to read the manga (the anime is still something I might think on watching or not...)

Anyway, not everything is still set in Stones for the au or some events.

When the OG timeline!Team 7 arrives to the new dimension, Kakashi is on the borderline of life and death due to chackra exhaustion and they don't have any ally close to them to treat their wounds or trully rest.

Sakura and Sasuke, still with a kind of rocky relationship after all, manage to find their village in pristine conditions and both of them are found by other Shinobi thinking that something bad happened in their mission! Why are they so hurt and with different clothes???

Meanwhile, both of them are wondering if they are under a genjutsu? Because, why the hell is the village completely reconstructed without the 5th hokage?? In their shock they are redirected to the general hospital and realize that things are... different?

Sasuke is on edge all the time, because why is nobody trying to kill him for becoming a missing nin? Yet they are treating him with kindness? Sakura is more calm, yet anxious, they don't really have time to just stay around when their other two teammates are hurt and one about to kick the bucket... again?

When they are in the hospital being treated for their broken bones and other wounds, two familiar women come rushing to the office, to say that Sasuke was close to bursting into tears when he saw his mother, with a few more wrinkles yet still so beautiful like he remembered, was an understatement.

The same could be said to Sakura, it has been a while since she saw her parents, but seeing how her ex? Teammate react... they needed to go away. Now.

They waited until they were left alone, just for a moment, before Sakura, dragging Sasuke behind her and taking some medical supplies as well thinking that they were definitely under a genjutsu or something and their sensei and teammate being in danger.

In the meantime, notice goes around that Sakura and Sasuke came back to Konoha with injuries, yet their teacher was not with them. When Nohara Rin, head doctor of the main hospital, hears that, she rushes to see them and ask where Obito and Sai were, if they needed help or worse... yet they are not there. They try to look for them and it's just only the beginning of a manhunt. (Also, most likely the Alt!Sakura has longer hair and OG! Still has her short hair)

Before that, Team 7 finally arrive at their village, Obito, Sasuke, Sakura and Sai, (or the OSSS for the funsies), are ready to just, hand the report of their successful mission and rest in their beds. They didn't expect that the village came rushing right at them and began interrogating why and how the heck does Sakura and Sasuke heal from their injuries so quick?!

It trully becomes a manhunt and investigation of the "fake Sakura and fake Sasuke" and for them to be possible spies? Minato wouldn't allow it at all, he wouldn't allow that his dear wife and students village go through another war.

In the meantime, while Sakura and Sasuke are unaware thay they are being chased by most of the shinobi for almsot 2 days, Naruto waits for his teammates while taking care of his sensei, with the little medical knowledge that Sakura beat into his brain in a few minutes, plus some basic care to keep Kakashi alive.

He wished to go to Konoha with either of his teammates, but his wounds were a little more severe and was more weakened by attacking Kaguya. He takes the opportunity to speak with Kurama, or attempt to, since the lazy fox was now resting.

While waiting for Sakura and Sasuke, Naruto is attacked by a group of missing nin that were hired to spy Konoha, it's not that they were remarkably strong... yet he was so weakened and still kind of injured that... when he tries to confront them, he almost has his sensei killed by mere stupidity.

Anyway, while Naruto decides to hide himself and Kakashi, Sakura and Sasuke are running towards them, now actively knowing that they are being chased by their own village.

I'm getting excited as well for the dynamics of the alternative dimension and Obito with his team!!

I'm putting my foot in my own mouth and mostlikely need to speedrun in reading naruto lmao also, this Au, for a possible fic, may be called: Tell me About Grief!

[bluefisted]

i really love kid obito just so much but it hurts so bad no matter the context of the au. hes just this... cute too-short kid whose a klutz, laughs too much and too loud and cant sit still for too long. he tells bad jokes and cries when he gets overwhelmed and tries not too think too hard about rin and pretty girls. he trips, he busts up his hands and his knees and eats like every meal is gonna be his last. hes brave and stupid and a kid holding all these ideas for the future and all these ideas on love and excitement.

and then he winds up as an adult who can only thousand-yard stare instead of cry and gets so angry he shakes when something brushes up against his hair trigger. he refuses to shoot off at the mouth anymore, words need to fucking mean something when you say them. the adhd leg-bounce he had as a kid is regularly smothered. love is a distant idea unachievable for men like him and the future is just the next day and the day after.

something happens to him. obito says it happens to everyone - what, he says. do you expect people to act like theyre ten when theyre thirty? grow up, he'd tell you. then, at the back of his throat with much more bitterness, once again, he'd tell you. grow up.