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jxerv · 3 days ago

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obito x fem!reader, canon universe, fluff-angst

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IT WAS late at night, and the silence seemed to wrap everything in a thick blanket.

[Y/n]'s house was immersed in a fragile quiet—the kind of silence that sometimes feels heavier than noise. The wind brushed against the walls, gently moving the balcony curtains. A pale, cold light—reflected from the moon—entered the room through the half-open window.

[Y/n] was sitting on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, a light blanket over her knees. In her hands, she held an old photo, the edges slightly yellowed and worn with time. Her fingers slowly traced the border, outlining faces all too familiar.

Four faces. Four kids.

Obito, Kakashi, Rin, and herself.

[Y/n] smiled faintly, but the smile faded the moment her gaze landed on Obito's grinning face.

Her heart gave a small jolt.

He looked so happy in that picture. Carefree, with that wide, innocent smile, and the usual blush that colored his cheeks every time she got too close.

"What a fool you were..." she whispered, almost speaking to the thin glass of the photo.

A bitter tightness gripped her chest. The pain wasn't as sharp as it once was, but had transformed into something more insidious. A constant nostalgia, a longing that clung to her days. Even after all this time.

She gently pressed her fingertips to his image in the photo, as if she could touch him one more time.

"You were supposed to be here..." she murmured. Her gaze drifted to the moonlit window.

Then.

A sound.

Soft, almost imperceptible. A light thud, like something barely touching the floor.

[Y/n]'s senses snapped to attention.

She quickly set the photo down on the couch and stood. Her heart beat faster, but her breathing remained steady, controlled. She tiptoed toward the balcony, her eyes alert. She opened the glass door with a fluid, silent motion, ready for anything.

The balcony was empty.

Only the full moon hanging in the dark sky, the branches of the trees swaying slowly, and the distant sound of the wind. [Y/n] clenched her jaw, eyes scanning for the slightest movement.

Nothing.

She slowly lowered her guard. Her breath escaped in a thin sigh. "Must've imagined it..." she muttered to herself.

Then she turned.

And saw him.

A shadow stood in the middle of the living room. Tall, unmoving, silent. A black cloak trimmed with red clouds. An orange spiral-patterned mask.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She jumped back instinctively, falling into a fighting stance. Hands clenched, feet grounded, eyes locked on the intruder.

"You...!" she hissed. Her tone wasn't fearful, but sharp with tension. A challenge.

The man didn't move.

He laughed. A low, rough laugh.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Hard to believe." she shot back, her voice sharp as a kunai.

She studied him carefully, searching for a weapon, an object—anything she could use to fight. But everything was too far, too risky.

She had no choice but to face him with what she had.

She lunged.

Her fist sliced through the air, aiming for the masked man's face.

He caught it with a single hand.

Steady, firm. As if her blow had the weight of a child's.

[Y/n] gritted her teeth and threw another punch. Then another. Kicks, blows, pushes. But nothing. He stood still, blocking every strike like it was a game.

"Let me hit you!" she growled, trying again.

Instead, he grabbed her wrists—not too tightly. Just enough to stop her.

"I don't remember you being this stubborn." he said softly, almost amused. But there was something in his voice—a note of melancholy, like he was talking to a ghost.

[Y/n] stopped fighting. Her breath was heavy, hands still clenched. "What?" she asked, confused.

His words struck deeper than any blow.

She stepped back, free, and stared at him with a hardened expression. "Who are you?" she said, voice tense, eyes fixed on his covered face.

The silence that followed was almost unbearable.

The man didn't answer right away. Instead, he slowly raised a hand to his mask. A controlled, slow, almost solemn gesture.

His laughter faded.

Silence turned into a buzzing in [Y/n]'s chest as she watched him place his fingers on the edge of the orange mask.

Slowly, he lifted it.

[Y/n] held her breath.

The moment the orange mask was raised and set aside, an unreal silence fell over the room. Time itself seemed to stop, as if even the universe needed a moment to comprehend what was happening.

The face that appeared before her was not just anyone's. Not an enemy, not a stranger.

It was a face she had never forgotten.

Obito.

Her Obito.

Brown eyes, slightly darker now, but still able to reflect an entire galaxy of emotions. Black hair, a little longer than she remembered, tousled just like before. His lips were pressed into an expression that hovered between disbelief and stifled emotion.

A large scar ran across his face, right over the eye of his Sharingan.

A shiver ran down her spine.

Her blood froze in her veins—then rushed back in a flood, like a river overflowing. A crushing weight slammed into her chest, as if all the certainties she had built over time had crumbled right in front of her eyes.

Her heart stuttered. Once, twice—then seemed to stop.

Her legs trembled. An unexpected emptiness opened beneath her feet. The floor seemed to fall away, becoming liquid, distant, unreal.

The world blurred, distorted, faded.

She fell.

Or rather, she was about to fall.

But before her body could hit the cold floor of the house, two arms caught her with firm resolve. Strong, familiar arms.

Obito had moved in a flash, as if instinct had taken over. As if his body knew he couldn't let her fall. Not yet. Not again.

She found herself wrapped in his embrace, her face inches from the one she had seen only in dreams for years.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened, overflowing with emotion. She stared at him, frozen, unable to speak. To think. To breathe.

She tried to rationalize.

This can't be real. It's impossible.

And yet, he was there. Real. Tangible. His skin held the warmth of the living. His eyes... oh, those eyes.

Her breathing was erratic, her chest rising and falling in desperate search of air. Her lips trembled as she tried to form something. A word. A name.

Then she said it. A whisper. Barely a breath: "Obito..."

The sound of his name, spoken in that voice, shook him to his core.

He hadn't expected it. He hadn't expected that just his name, said with such tenderness, could tear through the walls he had built over years of hatred, rage, and solitude.

Obito's heart clenched, pounding violently. One beat after another. It felt like a fire had been lit in his chest. For a moment, he forgot everything. The plans, the revenge, the Akatsuki, Madara, the world.

There were only the two of them, in that room, under the cold light of the moon.

She slowly raised a hand.

It trembled, but didn't stop. Her fingers touched his face, as light as a feather. They glided gently along his cheek, tracing invisible lines, as if seeking confirmation that he was really there.

Obito closed his eyes. He didn't pull away. He didn't stop her.

That touch... it was the first kind thing he had felt in years. His skin burned under her fingers, as if he were becoming aware of his own humanity again in that moment. As if, until then, he had been only a shadow—and now... now he was flesh and blood once more.

[Y/n] lowered her hand, still in disbelief. Tears streamed down her face without her even realizing it. Warm, silent, pure.

"You're... you're alive?" she asked, her voice breaking, as if her heart was afraid to believe it. Afraid that this was just a dream—and that he'd vanish again when she woke.

Obito didn't answer right away. He looked at her. There, in his arms, with wet cheeks and eyes overflowing with emotion.

The pain of years reflected in her gaze. The pain of a loss she had never truly accepted. And seeing her like that, he felt a deep, gut-wrenching guilt. Like a blade twisting in his chest.

"I came back." he finally whispered, his voice hoarse, broken. "Even if... not in the right way."

[Y/n]'s face twisted into a painful grimace. "Why?" she asked, her voice a mixture of anger and desperation. "Why didn't you come back sooner? Why did you let everyone believe you were dead? Let me believe you were dead?"

Obito lowered his gaze.

He didn't know how to answer. Or rather—he did.

But how do you explain the darkness?

How do you describe the kind of pain that changes you until you don't recognize yourself anymore?

"I thought you were dead." His words were a broken whisper. "That day... I saw you. You were lying over Rin. I thought... I thought you died protecting Kakashi. And when I lost you all..." He paused, jaw tightening. "I lost myself."

[Y/n] said nothing. She looked at him, searching for the boy she once knew beneath the war-hardened face shaped by time and pain.

And she found him.

In his eyes—he was still there.

The boy who blushed every time he looked at her. The one who trained with stubborn dedication, who laughed loud, who dreamed of becoming Hokage.

[Y/n]'s hand returned to his cheek. She caressed him again, this time more firmly. "Obito..." she whispered. "Is it really you?"

He closed his eyes, leaning his head slightly into her palm. Like a tired child, starved for affection.

In that moment, he wasn't a member of the Akatsuki. He wasn't a traitor, nor a ghost of the past.

He was just Obito. Her Obito.

And she... was there. Real.

The silence between them hung heavy, almost tangible, like a fog wrapping around every corner of the room. And yet, in their eyes, a silent storm raged—an ocean of emotions hidden behind steady gazes.

Obito studied [Y/n]'s face as if he wanted to memorize every detail, to imprint her features into every fiber of his being. There was something different about her now—a quiet strength, a melancholy etched into her expression, an invisible shadow lingering in her smile. But her eyes... her eyes were the same: deep, alive, full of the light he remembered.

With a slowness that felt almost reverent, Obito lifted his hand and gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered longer than they needed to, as if afraid that even the softest touch might make her disappear.

For a moment, his face softened.

The pain, the anger, the despair—all of it seemed to quiet, even if just for that brief instant.

Obito's arm tightened around [Y/n]'s waist, pulling her closer to him. He needed to feel her. The warmth of her body, the undeniable reality of her presence—It was the only thing anchoring him to what was left of his humanity.

[Y/n] didn't pull away. Her eyes were locked on his, filled with unspoken questions, with answers lost in time and pain. But there was something else, too—something deeper... a bond that neither time, nor death, nor war had been able to break.

And in that moment, without thinking, without hesitation or words, Obito leaned in and kissed her.

Their lips—lips that had searched for each other for years—finally met.

It was a full kiss. Raw. Fractured.

A kiss that spoke of lost years, of tear-filled nights and broken dreams. A kiss that carried the weight of everything that had been lost, and all that had been sacrificed.

[Y/n] froze, shocked—but she didn't pull away. Her heart pounded wildly, too loudly. Her hands trembled, but didn't move. It was as if time had truly stopped.

Obito kissed her like his life depended on it.

As if his entire existence was contained in that one, fragile connection.

And maybe, for him, it was.

When they finally parted, it was only for air.

But Obito didn't move far—he followed her movement, lips still reaching for hers as though drawn by a force he couldn't resist.

[Y/n]'s heart was in chaos. Her breath was shaky, and her face flushed—not just from the intensity of the moment, but because something deeper had begun to resurface in her thoughts.

Memories.

Truths.

Her expression changed.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. Rationality broke through, cutting through the storm of emotions. She stepped back—an inch, then another. She looked at him, searching for an answer. Searching... for the truth.

"You... you're part of the Akatsuki." she whispered, as if the very words burned her tongue. "You attacked Kakashi's team. You... hurt my comrades. Obito, why?"

His face slowly dimmed.

The warmth faded, replaced by a quiet, controlled coldness—but not hostility. It was as if an invisible mask had returned to his features once more.

"Because this world is rotten, [Y/n]." His voice was calm, deep. "Because every system we've ever known is built on suffering. Because everyone we love ends up dying for something meaningless."

[Y/n] stared at him, eyes glistening. "And what do you do? Kill innocents to create a 'better' world? Is that your idea of justice?"

"Not justice." he replied, his eyes burning. "Peace."

His words fell like stones.

Obito stood, pulling [Y/n] up with him. "You don't have to worry about anything. You don't have to carry the weight of all this. I... I just want you to be safe. With me."

[Y/n] shook her head, in disbelief.

"With you? In this delusion?"

Obito reached out, gently caressing her face again, ignoring the fury burning in her eyes. "You don't have to fight. You don't have to choose. I'll do it for you. Just come with me. I'll protect you. I promise you'll never suffer again."

"I can't." she cut in, voice cracking. "I can't close my eyes while you destroy everything others fought for. I can't... follow you."

For the first time since he entered, Obito's eyes darkened. Pained.

A shadow passed across his face, as if a piece of him had just shattered.

"I'm sorry, [Y/n]," he murmured.

Then, his Sharingan flared to life—red as blood. Alive, terrible, brilliant.

In an instant, [Y/n] staggered. Her muscles gave out. Her eyes dulled. She tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come. Her body went limp, weightless—And before she could hit the floor, she was once again in his arms.

Obito held her tightly.

His face twisted with pain—A deep crack in the wall he'd tried to keep standing for too long.

He looked at her as she slept peacefully against his chest, her face relaxed, unaware. He brushed her cheek lightly with his fingertips.

"I'm doing this for you." he whispered, voice tight with emotion. "Because this world doesn't deserve you. But I do."

And with one last glance at the moon shining through the window,

Obito vanished into the night, carrying her away with him.

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sweetlyvibe · 7 days ago

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✎ . . . Their reaction to you sending them a selfie with the caption, “I miss you,” then claiming it was meant for someone else .ᐟ.ᐟ

- 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝖭𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝖴𝗓𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂 ⋆ 𝖲𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 ⋆ 𝖴𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺 𝖮𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖴𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗁𝖺

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ichatake · 10 months ago

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Uchihas reacting to “I hate you”s

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Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Madara Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha

Warning: slight angst, nothing else.

Obito Uchiha (Villain)

✧ “I hate you,” he stood there, his expression unwavering as your voice seethed with anger. Your voice could cut through thick glass as you shouted at him, but he felt nothing whatsoever. Even as your eyes bore into him, filled with a hatred so intense it could burn a hole through his soul, it wasn’t directed towards him. No, not ever. Yet despite the venom in your words, he didn’t flinch. Instead he listened intently, his expression indifferent. “That’s okay,” he responded, his voice devoid of any apparent emotion. In any other scenario, he would’ve crumpled under the weight of your vitriol, weeping and pleading for an explanation as to why you might hate him. But not now, because he already knew why.

✧ He knew how you mourned him for years, believing him dead and gone, only to find out the hard way the reality. He knew you visited his grave, and wished that you were in his position. He knew that your trust—your perspective of reality had been shattered the very moment his mask fell from his face. With a heavy heart, he continued “I would too,” his gaze never left yours, watching as tears streamed down your reddened cheeks. It had been years since he’d seen you this close, yet you looked young and pretty. The prettiest he’s ever seen you, even with tears glistening on your pretty face.

✧ “I hate you so much,” your voice cracked with pain and resentment as you spoke to him. Your Obito. The revelation that he was still alive, but causing so much pain and suffering shattered your world, leaving you emotionally fractured. “Why? Why do all of this? Why hurt so many?” You ask, searching his face for remorse but finding none, “Because this world is broken,” he answers steadily, his voice awfully gentle to you. “You have nothing in this reality,” his arms open, showing you the distress and chaos that is currently occurring around you. He wanted you to see how your comrades laid lifeless—to make you understand that you lost your friends, your family, your ‘happy ending’. “ Let this happen, and you will be forever happy,” he pauses briefly, searching for the right words to say. He chose his words carefully, locking eyes with you, “With me. With a better version of me. One that will keep you happy for the rest of your life,” Despite your heart-wrenching cries, he did nothing to stop this war. As you wept before him, he knew your pain would be temporary. He knew that once his plan took action—the infinite Tsukuyomi—you would find happiness. Even if you hate him now, he reassured himself, you wouldn’t think the same after his plan was completed.

Obito Uchiha (Shinobi)

✧ Obito, a strong and beloved jonin from the Leaf village, stood there, his chest tightening at the words that just came out of your mouth. His expression shifted as his mind struggled to comprehend what you had said. Suddenly, without a second thought, his words slipped through his lips as he tried to make sense of what you told him, “What… did you say?” he asked carefully, his eyes frantically darting over your face as if searching for an answer. You met his gaze, repeating your words with unwavering conviction, “I said, I hate you,”

✧ As you repeat yourself, Obito’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach, his throat constricting as it became harder to breathe. He could handle any other response, any other thing you could have said, but hearing your harsh words was almost too much for him. “Why? What did I do? I don’t understand,” he manages to ask in desperation, trying his best to move closer to you. His heart clenched and turned inside his chest, and he boiled with fear. He loves you! He loves you to the moon and back! Why would you say that you hate him when he eats, sleeps, and breathes for you? You were his everything, so how could you hate him when he loved you so dearly?

✧ “Because you never notice how much I try for you. You’re always looking for Rin’s approval, and what about me? I’m left in the dark with nothing. I’m done with you. I’m done with trying to make you realize I’ve been in love with you for years,” you pour your heart out to him, desperate and hurt, and that’s when he realizes what this was about. Though his heart slightly fluttered at your revelation, he still felt awful for the way you were feeling all this time. The tingling sensation in the back of his mind kept bothering him as he examined every inch of your expression. “That’s… why?�� He asks with a drop of his shoulder, sighing in pure relief at your confession, which only fueled the burning anger inside you. “I thought it was for something else I might’ve done… (Y/N), I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but I’m in love with you,” his confession caught you in surprise, his voice revealing his true feelings with no hesitation. What once was nervousness and anxiety had now been replaced with determination as he yearned to seek for a solution. It was true, he was deeply in love with you, but people still thought he had something for Rin when he didn’t. However, he did hide the fact that he liked you out of fear of another rejection. With Rin, he handled it well, but with you? He wouldn’t be able to take it. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel horrible. I’m sorry I never noticed, and I’m sorry I hid it from you for so long. I love you, over anything there is in this world. The only thing I want is you, always and forever you,”

Madara Uchiha

✧ “I hate you,” your words felt like a slap to the face, making Madara turn around to face you swiftly. Although his face was deemed expressionless, his body tensed and tightened the more he processed your words. He had obviously been taken aback by your audacity to say such things, but he tried his best to hide his discomfort. With arms crossed over his chest, he scoffed and parted his lips, ready to give you a piece of his mind. “Get over it, woman,” he snarls at you with authority, and slight annoyance. You, his wife, should never say that to him. He’s given you everything; a home, a family, and more importantly, love. “You are acting like a child over something that should have never pestered you in the first place,” although your words had not hit him hard when you first spat them, they started to annoy him the more they set in, “If you hate me, why even decide to say yes when I proposed? If you are going to bother me with such nonsense, I will not bother with you,”

✧ His words were meant to hurt you as much as you hurt him, and when he notices the pain in your eyes, he’s satisfied… until he’s not. Until that annoying tingling feeling lingers under his skin as he watches your eyes brim with tears. The tingling feeling that pulled on the tendons of his heart any time you cried was crawling under every inch of his body. “Oh please, do not start with the tears,” he groaned in annoyance, but the salty tears were already streaming down your puffy cheeks. Despite this, he didn’t move an inch to comfort you, but watched you as you cried for a couple of minutes until he released an exasperated sigh. “Why? Why do you care so much for those people when all they have done is hurt you?” He asks with irritation, referring to your clan members who’ve hurt you in the past. He has said something out of line, and you argued with him about it, which ended you two up here.

✧ “Because we should be better people than them. Violence should never be the answer,” you sniffle with clenched fist, “But that is something you seem to never stop thinking about,” you admit, trying to hold in your tears. You didn’t want to keep crying like this in front of him. You wanted to be strong, “And if you think I am such a burden, then why keep this ring on my finger—,” you were surprised when his fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you from taking off the ring he had gifted you the night he proposed, “Because I know who I married. The same nagging woman I am with now, is the same nagging woman I fell in love with. If I had any regrets of marrying you, you would be back in your clan,” he scoffs and pulls your head to his chest with an annoyed expression “I love you, you stupid woman,” to any other person, your relationship might’ve seemed strange, but to you, this moment showed you just how much he truly loved you. Even if he has weird ways of showing it.

Shisui Uchiha

✧ Wait, he didn’t quite hear you well. Wait, what did you say? He turned towards you with a raised brow, his mouth slightly parted as he tried to figure out if you had said what he thought you said. Noticing his lost expression, you had no choice but to repeat yourself, much to your annoyance “I hate you,” this time, he did hear you. Loud and clear. To him, it felt like he took hours to respond to you, but in reality, his answer left his mouth almost immediately, “No you don’t,” It wasn’t meant to be cocky, it just sounded like it was. At least, to you it sounded cocky, and it made you even angrier with him. It annoyed you that he never took you seriously, “Oh, so now you think you know how I feel, do you?” you spat at him, hands clenching into tight fists as your eyes locked intensely, “You never care about anything! You come home and sleep and don’t even have time for me. I know you have a hard job, and I don’t expect you to be there at my beck and call, but at least asking me how I am would be enough,” you stressed, waving your arms frantically around you in desperation. You had been like this all week, stressed and unable to talk to anyone, because the only person you could ever rant and banter about things that bothered you in life was barely there for you, and when he was, it was like he wasn’t! He would barely listen to you anymore, and would expect you to listen to him. And you did, you always did. But you wanted something in return, and that was a sliver of his attention.

✧ “You're telling me you hate me over something so little?” he asks with furrowed brows, making you even more annoyed, “Over something so little?” You repeated through gritted teeth. His face, for once, contorted into one of annoyance, something you had never seen on him before, “Yes! Little! Because you know how my line of work is! You know that I barely have time to sleep, let alone waste my time with useless banter!” You were left speechless, standing in front of him with hurt eyes. “Yeah, useless. You’re right. Because my feelings don’t matter,” you scoff, “That’s not what I—” you interrupt him by turning away, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as realization finally hits him. You weren’t trying to waste his time, you just wanted to spend time with him. He had been so lost in his work, so busy caring for himself that he completely neglected you.

✧ “Oh darling,” he takes your hand again, a frown painting his face, “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I’m just stressed out. Everything's happening so fast, and the clan isn’t helping at all.” he sighs and pulls you in towards him, engulfing you in his tight embrace, yet you didn’t say anything, “I know I’ve been neglecting you, and you deserve better. Please, let me make it up to you,” he whispers into you hair as he lowers down to kiss your head, “I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t have you by my side,”

Itachi Uchiha

✧ “I hate you,” you mumble under your breath as you look at your lover. No, he wasn’t your lover anymore. He had left the village years ago, leaving you behind with a broken heart and a broken image of him. He was a monster who murdered his entire clan, and even though he had left years ago, he still looked the same as when he was still in the village, with only one difference. Those eyes. Those red eyes that stared deep into your soul. They terrified you. The eyes that you once loved and cared about so much looked down at you with no emotion. They were empty. They were dark. They were hurt. “I hate you, for everything that you did,” you pushed him, backing away from him with angry eyes. His cloak told you everything you needed to know. He was part of the Akatsuki, he was the enemy now. He was a traitor, and although your words were meant to hurt him, he closed his eyes and nodded, understanding your hatred towards him. “I understand,” he says in such a soft voice. His voice that you missed so much.

✧ You didn’t understand why he came to visit you. Why come in the middle of the night to see you? Why? Why waste his breath coming back to see you when he knew you wanted nothing to do with him? Because this would be his final goodbye. There were only a handful of people Itachi cared for—Two, to be exact. His brother, and the love of his life. He knew that soon he’d perish, and this was the final time he would ever see you again. Not that it mattered. He tried not to think about it, thinking it would make things worse. It would be better if he never came to see you, but his heart got the best of him, and so he sat there at your window, looking at you for one final time.

✧ “You don’t,” you clench your fist, hurt by his mere presence, “I don’t want anything to do with you, and I will report you to the higher ups. Unless you came here to kill me, which I don’t doubt,” you were defenseless, but you wouldn’t go out without a fight. Never. You would fight until the very end, but soon you realized he wasn’t there to kill you. “I have no need for that,” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “I came by my own selfishness. I don’t expect you to understand, and I accept your hatred, which I deserve,” he looks at you, red eyes burning into yours, “I simply wanted to see you for a final time,” he smiles and reaches out for you, pushing your hair out of your face, “My love,” and with that, your vision goes black as your consciousness slips away from you. You would wake up the next day tucked into your bed with a necklace tucked tightly in your hand.

Sasuke Uchiha

✧ Words never hurt this Uchiha, he was used to every awful thing anyone could throw at him. He cared too little about anything and everything, and that's what you hated the most about him. He barely cared about anything you did or said, at all times. He didn’t care how you looked because he never complimented you, he didn’t care how you acted because he barely spoke to you. You felt like you were in a relationship with a ghost, in fact, the comparison was not even close, because dating a ghost would be ten times better than this. And with every passing day of being emotionally neglected by your partner, today was no different. He was back in the village, and instead of coming to you first—to his home—he decided it was better to meet with Naruto and Sakura over seeing his wife who waited patiently everyday for him. You questioned if the ring on your finger meant anything to him at all at that moment. Despite this,

✧ When he got home, you were so happy, yet he showed no sign of interest in anything you did for him. You cooked and he ate, saying nothing about the taste of your new recipe. In fact, he seemed like he didn’t notice that you had learnt to cook a new dish just for him. Even so, you shrugged his annoying attitude off and asked about his day instead. Your question seemed to annoy the tired man as he became uninterested in mid conversation. When you asked him what was wrong, he shrugged you off. You kept questioning him until he snapped at you, telling you how you were annoying him with all your worries. This had been the final straw. You always gave everything in the relationship. You understood he wasn’t the best at showing his emotions, but it didn’t mean he could act like he didn’t care about you. Like you were nothing. The argument got heated and it ended up with you opening your mouth without thinking. “I hate you!” After your words fell out of your mouth, the room fell silent. He who had been looking away from you, had now turned his full attention towards you, “You don’t mean that, stop being dramatic,” the sight of him rolling his eyes hurt you more than it ever did. “You don’t care about anything, Sasuke. I do everything to try and please you. I could even say I live for you, but it’s never enough! You don’t take a sliver of your time to appreciate me. You think I have to be there for you whenever you need me, but can just leave whenever you want!” you yell, hitting the wall in frustration.

✧ “You don’t care about me! You don't love me anymore!” you were in a current state of pure anger, letting out everything you ever wanted to say to him. This makes him stand up and walk towards you, taking your wrist in his hand. You look up at him, tears of frustration prickling in the corner of your eyes. “If I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t have married you. You mean a lot more to me than you think. I… I’m sorry if I don’t show it,” he sighs, “I love your cooking, I love your stories—I love hearing about everything that happened throughout your day. You’re the only thing I can think about when I’m away,” he lets go of your wrist and places a hand on your cheek, “Don’t hate me, because you’re the only important thing in my life. You’re my wife, and I…” he stops himself, trying to build the courage to complete his sentence. A small blush decorates his cheeks before he sighs, “I care for you a lot,” your husband wasn’t perfect, but you still loved him a lot, and you knew he loved you too.

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pfpanimes · 3 days ago

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⌕ naruto: team minato • obito.

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iluvangel · 9 months ago

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┊ .˚ 🍥 ༘┊͙ Naruto guys kinks ; ‘🥛 „ ↴

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A-Z order

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ASUMA

Strip go ! : like strip poker but go, because that’s the game he’s always playing, every time one of you lose, the loser has to strip

Burning : he would enjoy marking you with the tip of his hot cigarette and pouring hot wax on ur soft exposed skin

Blowing the smoke from his mouth into his partners

DEIDARA

Creampie : “it’s like an explosion into your body!” He wouldn’t enjoy hurting you so his normal explosions wouldn’t be a bedroom thing; so this would be the next best thing in his eyes

Loud sex : he himself is a very loud person so whether it’s you loudly moaning and screaming or him it would get him off everytime

GAARA

Graphiocrotica : you drawing on him would be the biggest turn on for him every time whether it’s you just running ur fingers on his skin making random shapes, or using a pen, marker, or even paint. Full on leaving each shape and word on his body

Praising : not extreme praising like complimenting him on how his body moves in you that would embarrass him but calling him a good boy or even your good boy would be a need for him

HIDAN

Blood play : blood is literally his thing it’s obvious it would be a kind of his

Knife play : another thing to draw blood from you, or even the fear in his eyes and wonder if he will cut you or if he’s just dragging the blade along your exposed skin

ITACHI

Praising : as the respectful person he is praising you and letting you know your doing a good job would be his favorite thing to do “don’t stop your making me feel so good” “your doing amazing” “good girl”

Being blindfolded : the thrill of feeling you touch his body not knowing where he’s going to feel you next

KAKASHI

Exhibitonism : having sex or playing with you in public places, not public to the point where he’s fucking you in the middle of the road but public like in alleys or in the forest during/after missions. Places that people could walk in on the two of you

Marking : he would love leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your body, small ones on your neck for people to see when their talking to you, and bigger ones where only the two of you can see “these are our little secrets”

KIBA

Acarophilia : scratching, him scratching you is his biggest turn on, but when it’s you scratching him it makes his soul leave his body

Marking : unlike Kakashi Kiba would be more open about where he leaves hickeys and bites on you, your neck would always have two big hickeys on each side of your neck accompanied by little ones that lead down to your collar bone, and bite marks everywhere and anywhere, he thinks would look pretty

NARUTO

Praising : he would love any and every praise you give him weather it’s telling how good he’s doing, complimenting how he moves or even simply telling him how amazing he is

Sleeping with it inside you : need I say more?

NEJI

Sexual arousal from intellectual conversations : you debating with him whether you win or lose the fact your smart enough to hold your own would turn him on or even just you talking about something you know a lot about

Bondage : having control over whether your body can move or not

OBITO

Being tied up : if he’s in his playful tobi mood it would bring him such thrill being tied and bound, whether it’s his arms and ankles or just cuffs on his wrists it would turn him on

Discipline : if he’s in his more serious mode he would get off on punishing you, spanking you or simply degrading you would be his favorite thing

SASORI

Toys : he loves to make things that’s just his thing, but seeing the way you move and wiggle when they’re inside you would be his favorite sight

Double penetration : him in one hole and his puppets or toys in the other with you sandwiched in the middle

SHIKAMARU

You telling him what to do and bossing him around

Degrading : he would love to tell you how pathetic you are and what a little slut you are for him (knowing damn well you have full control over him and his body)

YAHIKO (PAIN)

Edging/orgasm control : he wants to tell you when you can and can’t cum, he wants to hear your cry’s and whimpers as you beg him to not stop

Degrading : just like Shikimaru he would love to tell you what a pathetic little slut you are, and how you’re such a whore for him

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belit0 · 5 days ago

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Hello!! 😊 Could I request Uchiha men (Obito, Itachi, and shisui) taking care of their depressed gf?

This one hits close

Obito

Clumsy love, big heart, golden-retriever energy trying to carry the sun back into her arms.

She hadn’t moved from bed in two days.

Obito didn’t barge in—he’d done that the first day and realized quickly that loud declarations of love and soup were not the cure for whatever storm was weighing her down.

He’d gone home, sulked, overthought every word he said, then returned with gentler hands and quieter eyes.

Today, he came in like he might scare her away.

Socks mismatched.

Shirt inside out.

Holding a sad-looking potted plant in one arm, and a blanket still warm from his own bed in the other.

-I brought a hostage,- he whispered, kneeling beside her. -She’s called Polka. She's dying. Please, for the love of all things green, water her.-

She didn’t answer.

But her fingers shifted beneath the covers.

He sat beside her, wrapping the blanket over her like a makeshift nest, and said nothing for a long time.

Just leaned back against her pillow, looked at the ceiling, and added:

-You don’t have to talk. You don’t have to get up. But I’m gonna sit here until you remember that you're my favorite person in the whole world. And if it takes forever, well… I’ve got snacks.

There was no answer.

But she rolled closer.

Just a little.

And that was enough.

Shisui

The sunshine bleeding at the edges. Hides his own ache to be strong for her, cracks jokes to keep from cracking entirely.

The first time she didn’t laugh at his joke, he knew something was wrong.

The third time she didn’t show up to training, he skipped his own to find her.

He found her in their spot by the river—arms around her knees, face blank, eyes somewhere far, far away.

And suddenly the whole world felt too quiet.

-Hey.

He sat down next to her, tossing a flat stone into the water. -They said you’ve been busy. But I know that’s code for “she’s been sad.”-

Still no answer.

He nudged her shoulder with his own.

-Want me to break into the Hokage’s office and replace all the tea with hot sauce? Or maybe draw a mustache on his bust? Say the word, and I’ll be arrested by dinner.

Nothing.

His smile faded.

Then, softer—lower—

-You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. I can take it. All of it. The silence. The hurt. The version of you that doesn’t smile. I’ll love her too.

She looked at him, eyes glassy, tired.

-I’m so tired, Shisui.

His arms were around her before she finished the sentence.

Tight.

Warm.

Safe.

-Then I’ll hold you until you can rest, not sleep. And when you wake up, I’ll still be here. Laughing at bad jokes and loving you in every broken form you come in.

Itachi

Silent love. Care in every glance, every motion, words few but weighted. He doesn’t know how to fix it—only how to stay.

He found her curled on the couch with the curtains closed, light like dusk even though it was mid-afternoon.

He didn’t announce himself.

He placed the grocery bag on the counter—only vegetables she liked.

He removed his shoes, quietly.

Walked over to her without a single sound.

She didn’t look up.

Just tightened the blanket around her.

He knelt down, eye-level, gaze unreadable but soft.

Studied her face as if it might vanish if he blinked.

-You haven’t eaten today.

No question.

Just fact.

She shook her head.

He nodded once. Got up. Came back fifteen minutes later with a small bowl—nothing fancy. Just miso soup. Simple, warm, healing.

He placed it beside her.

Then, instead of sitting far or asking her to move, he sat on the floor, back against the couch.

Close.

Near her warmth.

Within reach.

Minutes passed.

She didn’t touch the food.

But she reached out—slowly, fingers brushing his hair, threading it behind his ear.

He let her.

And said only one thing:

-I don’t need you to explain. I only need you to stay. And I will, too.

He stayed until she fell asleep again, hand still curled in his hair.

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gingerkunoichii · 4 months ago

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☆ Yandere Naruto Men and their Obsession with You ☆

MASTERLIST Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha.

Warnings: abusive relationships, control, emotional manipulation, lovebombing, obsessive crazy love, isolation, intense jealousy, violence, almost physical abuse.

His Loving Obsession • Naruto isn’t just obsessed—he’s everywhere. His sunshine demeanour means no one questions it when he’s constantly by your side, always checking in, always making sure you’re okay. But behind the smiles and laughter, there’s something darker—a need so strong it borders on suffocation. Every time you smile at someone else, every time you talk about your plans without him, his stomach twists, and that friendly grin becomes just a little tighter. • Naruto doesn’t just love you—he worships you. He remembers every little thing about you, from your favourite snack to the way you like your coffee. He’ll show up with small surprises—your favorite candy, a new book you mentioned in passing, a blanket because he noticed you shivering the other day. He’s always thinking about you, always looking for ways to make you smile. • Naruto is a master at making you feel guilty without ever outright saying it. If you spend time with someone else, his expression falls just enough to make your chest ache. “Do you really think they care about you the way I do?” There’s no malice in his voice, only a quiet vulnerability that makes your chest ache. He’s not trying to control you (or so it seems)—he just can’t bear the thought of losing you to someone who doesn’t love you as deeply as he does.

• His jealousy is weirdly explosive. If someone flirts with you, his entire demeanour shifts. The laughter stops, his voice drops, and his eyes harden. It's like he's a whole different person. He’s quick to insert himself between you and the “threat,” acting like the person speaking to you is some sort of strange pervert, making it awkward for everyone.

• Naruto’s love becomes all-consuming. His hugs are tight, his hands always on you—your waist, your arm, the small of your back. He needs the reassurance of your presence, needs to feel your warmth under his fingers. His kisses are soft but desperate, like he’s trying to pour all his feelings into every movement, whispering against your lips, “No one can take you from me, Y/N.” You're so bombarded by him that you have no space to ever question it.

His Toxic Obsession

• Shikamaru doesn’t just watch you—he studies you. Every word you say, every nervous habit, every glance you throw at someone else—it’s all meticulously catalogued in his mind. He knows you better than you know yourself, and he uses that knowledge like a weapon. When he speaks to you, it’s with a precision that leaves you reeling and self-doubting, his words cutting straight to the heart of your insecurities and desires. • He isn’t loud or obvious when he cuts people out of your life. He does it quietly, methodically, in ways you don’t notice until it’s too late. Maybe he “accidentally” forgets to tell you about a group hangout or makes plans that conveniently overlap with your commitments to others. Before you realize it, he’s the only constant in your life, the only person you can turn to. “See? It’s just us now. It’s easier this way.” • Shikamaru doesn’t need to raise his voice to control you. His calm, measured tone is enough to make you second-guess everything. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, Y/N? I mean, do what you want, but…” His words always trail off, leaving you to fill in the blanks. And when you do change your mind, he’s there with a lazy smirk, like he knew you would all along.

• When Shikamaru finally confesses, it’s not a plea—it’s a statement. “I’ve been patient with you. I’ve let you figure things out on your own, but it’s time you see what’s obvious.” His voice is low, steady, leaving no room for argument, your self-worth is so battered down from everything he's done you actually believe him, actually want to be with him.

• Shikamaru’s love is suffocating, an intricate web of manipulation and control that feels impossible to escape. But beneath the darkness, there’s an unsettling tenderness—a quiet devotion that makes you hesitate. “I only do this because I love you,” he says, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. And in those moments, you wonder if he truly believes it. If maybe, somehow, he’s convinced himself that this twisted, obsessive love is what you need.

His Unrelenting Obsession

• Sasuke’s fixation is nothing short of paralyzing. His eyes follow you everywhere, dark and unblinking, like he’s dissecting you piece by piece. It’s suffocating, the way he can hold you in place with just a look, his intensity seeping into every interaction until it feels like there’s nowhere to hide. He had never been so entranced by someone or something before you. • Sasuke wouldn’t hesitate to dismantle anything—or anyone—that threatens his control. A co-worker who’s too friendly? Suddenly, they’re fired over a baseless rumour. A friend who tries to intervene? They start receiving anonymous threats. It’s never loud or messy; it’s surgical, precise. He’s a ghost in the machine, orchestrating your isolation with a chilling efficiency that leaves you wondering if you’re imagining it when he acts the same as he always does - cool and detached. • Sasuke would make you dependent on him without you even realizing it. He’d insert himself into every aspect of your life—your confidant, your protector, your only constant. When things fall apart (because he made sure they would), he’s the one picking up the pieces, whispering, “You don’t need anyone else. I’ll take care of you.” And in your weakest moments, it feels like the truth. • If you ever try to leave him, Sasuke’s calm exterior would shatter. He wouldn’t yell or beg—he’d act. Your phone? Smashed. Your keys? Gone. Every avenue of escape meticulously closed off until the only person you can turn to is him. His voice would drop to a dangerous whisper: “Everyone has left me. You don't get to do that, Y/N.” And when he says it, it feels like a vow—a terrifying, irreversible truth. • Beneath the darkness, there’s a twisted form of love—a desperate, all-consuming need to keep you safe, to keep you his. Sasuke genuinely believes that what he’s doing is for your own good, that no one else could possibly love you the way he does. And in his mind, it’s not obsession—it’s destiny. You were meant to be his, no matter the cost.

His Devoted Obsession

• Kakashi’s tactics are subtle and insidious, cloaked in warmth and care. He’d insert himself into your life in ways that feel natural, like he’s just a dependable friend who’s always there when you need him, always appearing when things are going dire. But it’s calculated. Every comforting word, every thoughtful gesture, every perfectly timed “coincidence” is part of his plan to weave himself into the fabric of your life. “You looked a little overwhelmed, so I thought I’d step in.” • Kakashi convinces himself that his obsession is rooted in a desire to protect you, that it's normal he would be like this after everything that had happened to him throughout his life. If you’re in danger, he’s the first one there, stepping in with a calm authority that leaves no room for argument. “You don’t need to thank me. I’d do anything for you.” • His charm is his greatest weapon. He knows how to put you at ease, to make you laugh, to make you feel safe. His lazy demeanour and soft-spoken words hide the intensity of his obsession, lulling you into a false sense of security, that he would never do anything to hurt you. When he teases you, his tone is light and playful, but there’s an edge to his smile that makes your pulse quicken.

• Kakashi doesn’t need to be loud or aggressive to isolate you—he’s far too smart for that. Instead, he subtly plants doubt in your mind about the people around you. “They didn’t seem very supportive of you earlier, did they?” “Are you sure they have your best interests at heart?” His tone is so soft, so thoughtful and seemingly wise, that you don’t realize he’s slowly nudging you into relying on him alone. • He doesn’t see his actions as manipulative or controlling—they’re protective, necessary. “I can't lose you, not after losing everyone else,” he’ll say, his voice so soft and convincing that you genuinely believe him. But the truth is, Kakashi’s love is a cage, and no matter how warm and comforting it feels, it’s one you’ll never escape.

His Desperate Obsession

• He loves you so desperately, so tenderly, with full unrestrained love. It feels like you were swept off your heels by him and his intensity, the way he knew he wanted you from the beginning and the way you completely crumbled underneath him was almost pathetic. He loves you like no one has before, gifting you thoughtful things he knows you like, listening to everything you say with genuine interest. He protects you, no one bothers you whilst you're with him suddenly - and you don't quite understand. • Itachi carries the ghosts of his clan in every step, every breath, every calculated action. He’s spent his entire life sacrificing, losing everything to protect what he loves. But you? You’re something he can’t sacrifice, something he won’t. He tells himself that this time, he won’t fail, won’t let the people he loves slip through his fingers. This time, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, no matter the cost. • Itachi’s protectiveness goes beyond reason. He’s already failed once, letting his clan fall under his blade for the greater good, and he refuses to fail again. He doesn’t trust the world to keep you safe, so he takes matters into his own hands. The friend who’s too nosy? Gone without a trace. The ex who tries to reach out? Shows up in the news dead. You don’t see the strings he’s pulling, the shadows he’s working in, but the world around you becomes eerily smooth, free of threats. “You’re safe with me,” he’d say, his tone so calm, so certain, that you believe him. • His obsession is fuelled by guilt as much as love. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, not after what he’s done, but that only makes him cling to you harder. You’re his second chance, his proof that he can protect something without destroying it. He doesn’t tell you this—he doesn’t want to burden you with his darkness—but every glance, every touch carries the unspoken weight of his guilt. “You make me feel human again,” he’d admit in a rare moments of vulnerability. • If you ever tried to leave, Itachi wouldn’t react with anger or desperation. His voice would stay calm, his movements controlled, but there would be a finality in his words that makes your stomach twist. one that you know you can't resist because at this point he had made himself the top of the pyramid in your life. “You don’t understand what you’re saying. The world isn’t safe for you without me.” And if you push further, he’d step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I’ve already lost everyone I’ve ever loved. I won’t let it happen again. Not with you.”

His Masked Obsession

• When you first meet him, when you're only friends he keeps up the guise of Tobi. Tobi is a harmless goof, all smiles and playful antics. He makes you laugh, brightens your day, and slips into your life so easily it feels natural. But Tobi isn’t real—he’s a shield, a distraction from the storm brewing beneath. Every laugh, every clumsy joke is calculated, a way to draw you closer, to make you trust him. “See? Tobi’s a good boy!” he chirps, his eyes gleaming with something darker than innocence. • As Tobi, he drowns you in affection. He remembers every little thing you like, shows up with thoughtful gifts “just because,” and tells you how much you mean to him at every opportunity. “You’re Tobi’s favourite person! No one else compares!” His voice is light, his tone warm, and it’s easy to feel safe around him. • The switch happens when you least expect it. The moment you cross a line he doesn’t like—talking to someone else for too long, brushing off his affection, or even hinting at distance—the mask shatters. His voice drops and lowers, his posture stiffens, and the playful Tobi disappears. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his tone sharp and cutting. It’s a complete shift, like you’re staring into the eyes of someone you don’t recognize. • Losing Rin shattered Obito, and the thought of losing you pushes him over the edge. Every moment he isn’t with you feels like a threat, every smile you give someone else feels like a betrayal. He projects his pain onto you, his desperation spilling out in violent outbursts followed by trembling apologies. “I can’t lose you,” he growls, his hands fisting in your hair as he pulls you closer. “Not again. Not ever.” • After every outburst, Tobi returns, full of apologies and desperate affection. He showers you with gifts, clings to you like a lost puppy, and whispers tearful apologies. “Tobi’s so sorry! Tobi didn’t mean to scare you!” His voice is trembling, his hands gentle as he cups your face. He tells you how much he loves you, how he can’t live without you, how he’ll do better. • Obito’s love is suffocating, destructive, a wildfire that consumes everything in its path. He doesn’t see his violence as cruelty—it’s protection. He doesn’t see his obsession as wrong—it’s love. “I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me,” he says, his voice calm but his eyes wild. “Even you, if I have to.” And in his mind, that’s not a threat—it’s a promise.

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pussyflyart · 9 days ago

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WORK HARD UNTIL C**

#artists on tumblr #artwork #painting #anime art #digital art #digital illustration #drawing #anime #digital painting #naruto obito #obito fanart #obito uchiha #obito x reader #naruto

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arabella0001 · 4 months ago

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Kakashi Hatake and the quiet ways he shows he cares

Kakashi Hatake, who pretends not to notice when you’re struggling with something, but subtly adjusts his schedule or actions to make things easier for you, as if by accident.

Kakashi Hatake, who somehow always knows when you’re about to trip or drop something, steadying you with a quick hand, muttering, “Careful now,” like it wasn’t instinctual.

Kakashi Hatake, who lends you one of his worn books, casually pointing out his favorite passages, even though it’s his way of letting you see a piece of himself.

Kakashi Hatake, who avoids openly affectionate gestures in public but stands just a little closer to you, his presence acting as a silent shield.

Kakashi Hatake, who fixes the little things without making a big deal out of it—tightening the strap on your bag or adjusting your umbrella on a rainy day—and then moves on as if nothing happened.

Kakashi Hatake, who notices your favorite flowers and occasionally surprises you with one, leaving it where he knows you’ll find it.

Kakashi Hatake who makes quiet mornings more peaceful, handing you a cup of perfectly brewed tea without saying a word, his presence grounding even in silence.

Kakashi Hatake, who listens intently when you talk, his gaze soft and unwavering, even when he pretends he’s only half-paying attention.

Kakashi Hatake, who insists on walking you almost anywhere, brushing it off with a simple, “It’s on my way,” even though it’s clearly not.

Kakashi Hatake, who sits with you under the stars after a long day, offering advice just if you need—just the quiet reassurance that he’s there, and he always will be.

another smau with kakashi

sasuke one

naruto one

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sailornymph · 7 days ago

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Could you do more Madara as big brother stuff! Like a part 2 of how he’d (or even the other Uchiha) would react if reader doesn’t want to marry who the clan chose for them (like arranged marriage) thanks!!

rumor has it; uchiha men

synopsis — when their sister is being forced into an arranged marriage

content warning — arranged marriage, platonic yandere behavior

a/n — more requests are on the way throughout the week as i continue editing and writing. thank you for those who have been patient. i work at a hospital and am a nursing student, so i do not have too much time to just sit all day answering requests immediately. also, if the person who asked about the suguru sees this, please elaborate more because i have been confused.

♡ madara uchiha

— he feels 50/50 about the situation and it all boils down to one thing: strength

— wether the chosen suitor agrees to it or not, madara will put him through a series of situations, trials if you will, to see if they are worthy of your hand

— if they fail, then he will reject the proposal in disgust, while if he passes then he will approve

— however, if you are very adamant of not marrying the suitor, despite how he seems, he will agree with your wishes

— while he cares about the order within his clan, his immediate family will always come first to him

“lord madara”

“what is it?” madara groaned, he had been trying to finish up with the scrolls, but it seemed like someone wanted his attention every few minutes.

“it is your sister, my lord,” the shinobi said awkwardly.

“let her in,” he said immediately, his eyes softening as you entered, your face puffy from crying.

“you approved the marriage”

“hizako has proven himself worthy-

“what about what i want?” you cried.

“what do you want?”

“to keep getting stronger with you and zuna,” you sniffled.

“y/n, you need security, someone i know can protect you”

“i already know two men who can do that,” you said, making his eyes widened.

“who-

“my older brothers,” you said, wiping your eyes, while he smiled.

“i’ll postpone it for six months and if you’re still uninterested, then i will call it off”

“you’re the best”

“i know”

♡ itachi uchiha

— no matter if he chooses to make you stay with sasuke or brings you along with him if you don’t want to marry the person, he’s not allowing it

— if you went with him, things will play out differently. the akatsuki is not meant for someone like you and he doesn’t want you to focus on getting stronger like sasuke. instead, he brings you to a village close to where he is staying, visiting on occasion

— as you get older and locals realize you are one of the last uchiha people left, everyone is offering up their children for marriage with you. while you initially decline, you notice a bit of passive aggressiveness on their end and all it takes is whining to itachi, during his next visit and you’ll wake to him carrying you to your new home after he tortured those from the village you once lived in

— if you stay with sasuke, he expects sasuke to watch over you, and he does for the most part, until he decides to leave you too. with no one there, many older people begin to discuss an arranged marriage for you. not only would it dilute the uchiha blood, but potentially spread the sharingan to many

— itachi watches from the shadows as you cry about the unfairness of it all and how you missed your brothers. suddenly the s-rank criminal shows up in konoha paying his sister and these elders a visit

“are you sure you’re okay, y/n?” hinata asked, watching your saddened state. you sat in front of your bowl of ramen and you hadn’t touched it yet.

“are they still looking?” you said, as hinata turned towards the elders who were scowling at you.

“yes”

“i’m leaving,” you sat your money on the counter, turning to leave, when there was a gust of wind.

“s-sasuke’s brother,” hinata gasped, watching as you stood frozen.

you didn’t want to turn around, you couldn’t. itachi was your everything, the best big brother anyone could ask for. you slept peacefully throughout that night, only to find sasuke a crying mess, and that your sleep had been induced. you didn’t want to accept the fact that itachi would do what he had done, but there was no denying it. yet after all these years, he stood here, behind you, his arm loosely around you. loose, yet you could feel the protectiveness within it.

“brother?” you felt the tears running down your face, as kakashi sensei appeared.

“turn and face me,” he said, his voice still as mellow as ever. gulping you turned, and your hand went to your mouth to hold back your cries.

“you will not marry anyone you don’t want to be with, i’ll make sure of it,” he told you, reaching to wipe your eyes.

“itachi, get away from her,” kakashi said

“sasuke has failed you, but i will always make sure that won’t happen again,” he told you, his dark eyes peering into your own.

“big brother, why did you do it? i know you, there was a reason-

“i am only here about you”

“then let me come with you”

“and make you a criminal? you can’t even beat sasuke and he’s still weak. you’re better off here, my cute baby sister,” he told you, patting your head, before walking away.

“take care of yourself, my y/n,” he continued to himself.

looking towards the crowd of elders, they gasped at his sharingan. he didn’t have to say anything to them, a simple gaze was enough to make them understand what he was saying. they were going to leave you alone, or he’d simply make them.

♡ indra ōtsutsuki

— indra, much like madara is 50/50, before different reasons. it more so has to do with if you’re closer with him or asura

— if you’re closer with asura, he doesn’t care too much, when he gets the news. not saying that he doesn’t care at all, because he’ll probably talk asura or a few of his friends into “checking” to see if this person is even strong enough to protect his sister

— if the person or the clan prove to be worthy, he kind of backs off about the matter, but he will still watch from afar as everything falls into place

— if you’re close with him, especially after asura was chosen, i feel that he will be borderline yandere. you’re his baby sister. also! you’re the only person that feels like he is doing perfectly fine, that he deserved what was given to asura. he wouldn’t give you away so easily, especially when you didn’t want to marry this person anyway

— he’ll intimidate the hell out of them, he might even fight them. he doesn’t care if they are forced into the arranged marriage too, he wants them to back out because they are not worthy to even be in your presence

“y/n is one of the best fighters in the clan, she was trained by my eldest, indra,” hagoromo said, as the parents of your potential suitor sat in front of you.

“hold your head up dear, i’d love to see your beautiful eyes”

“she inherited them from my mother,” hagoromo said.

“absolutely wonderful, what do you think of her son-

before the young man could speak, the door slid open roughly. indra glared at the family as he slowly sauntered to the group, before sitting next to you.

“indra-

“what?” indra turned to his father, his sharingan activated.

“this meeting is only about y/n-

“she's lived with me for the last year, i should know be here with her,” indra scoffed. your rigid form relaxed as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“tell her son,” the boy’s father continued.

“you’re very beautiful,” the boy blurted, his face burning with embarrassment.

“she is, the two of you would make very lovely heirs with your-

“byakugan,” you answered. squeezing indra’s hand, all he could think of his the previous night. he attempted to surprise you with a sweet treat, but accidentally interrupted you crying your eyes out. father was trying to set up an arranged marriage and he was trying to keep it a secret because he knew indra would he angry about it.

“yes, the byakugan, those eyes could be passed on for generations,” his mother smiled.

“do you think i’m letting my sister marry your pathetic son,” indra suddenly spoke up.

“indra, stop this-

“how about you beat me in a match, if i lose we’ll see about it, but if i win, find someone else,” indra said stoically, as he stared unblinking at the parents, before facing the boy.

“this really isn’t necessary-

“oh but it is, you see my sister is very precious to me, so much that i cannot allow my father to marry her off to a shrimp like your son, who can’t even stand up against me. so your arrangement is officially rejected,” indra said, taking your hand, and walking away with you.

hagoromo was too busy trying to calm them down to stop the two of you, letting you leave the main house. once outside, you hugged indra tightly, thanking him for stepping in.

“don’t thank me, it’s my duty as your brother. if it were up to me you would never get married, but i know the day will come. when that day does come, i’ll make sure it’s someone you want to be with,” he patted your head, before the two of you began to walk away.

♡ obito uchiha

— he wants his only sibling to live a life separate from the path he’s on. he occasionally visits, but tries to not show up too much to interrupt the peaceful little life you have for yourself

— however, when he shows up, he can see from a distance, the unfamiliar clan members leaving your home, he can see how puffy your face looked. you had clearly been crying

— he waits a few minutes before knocking, acting as if he just showed up, before pointing out that you look as if you had been crying. he couldn’t hide too well how much it hurt him, when you lied about the reason, blaming the weather

— once he leaves, he begins investigating when he finds out about the clan. they’d noticed you and decided that you would be perfect for the heir of the main family. with no family around they began to push until you would finally give in. from your tears he knew this wasn’t something you wanted. but you didn’t have to worry because your big brother would take care of everything

— after the terrible “freak accident” leading to the death of the main family, the clan calls off any further arrangements. you are left alone to continue living your happy little life, and while you are suspicious of obito, he would never admit to what he did

opening the door as obito approached, your eyes softened at his distant expression. he seemed to be in his head. walking to him you wrapped your arms around him, sighing as he followed, embracing you.

“thank you, big brother”

“what are you thanking me for,” he glanced at you.

“the clan, was it not you?”

“i don't know what we're talking about, but i love you too,” he said, as he began to walk past you into your home.

“also…y/n”

“yes?”

“you know if you need me i’ll always come to you, right?” he asked.

“yes, of course”

“then write me back more, i never hear from you kid,” he said, getting comfortable.

♡ sasuke uchiha

— he doesn’t pay the clan members any mind, initially. every time they showed up at your shared apartment, he slammed the door in their face. when they stared at the two of you, he didn’t care

— it wasn’t until he was walking to pick you up from school, that he noticed the elders speaking to you, as you held your head down. approaching them, he demands to know what’s going on, leading to them telling him plainly about the arranged marriage

— when they leave, he expresses his anger at you and the situation. it was supposed to be the two of you against the world, but here you were agreeing to marriages with people you didn’t even know

— he gives you the silent treatment for days until an argument happens. he was progressing in strength while you would not pursue the life of a shinobi, with him away all the time on missions it became easy for the clan to become pushy about the marriage, and so you were giving in with no other solutions

— storming away, he goes and picks a fight with the potential suitor, dragging him back to the apartment and forcing him to call off the arrangement. it gets him into a lot of trouble that kakashi struggles to get him out of, but it is worth it because the two of you end up making up

“excuse you, geez,” you whined, as he bumped your shoulder.

“i pay the bills around here, if you have a problem with where i walk, move in with your future husband”

“seriously”

“tell me again, why you agreed to this? what would are parents think? you just go and marry a stranger. what about school? what about us, itachi left us, it’s just you and me-

“stop saying that when it isn’t true, you asshole,” you screamed, making him stop, you had never spoken to him that way before.

“you are not alone, no matter how much you think you are. you have naruto, kakashi, and sakura. everyone either wants to be your friend or be with you. you’re one of the strongest in your class. and where does that leave me? the youngest sibling who ended up not being a shinobi. no special abilities, a nobody compared to you. if these people think i am worthy to be with their son, i’ll do it, even if i don’t want this for myself-

“why would you think i would accept this-

“does it matter, you’re always away anyway, all you want is to kill itachi and power, so don’t act like you care,” you scoffed, wiping your tears.

“i don’t care, are you serious?” he raised his voice suddenly, making you jump.

turning away he stormed out of the apartment into the rain. hearing the distant thunder you became worried. for nearly twenty minutes, you anxiously sat, until the door began to open. standing up, your heart dropped, as sasuke dragged the beaten-up guy into the room, by his shirt.

“tell her”

“t-the arrangement is off”

“your clan will leave her alone”

“yes, they will,” he nodded, flinching.

“apologize for harassing her”

“i’m sorry, miss, forgive me,” he cried.

“now get out,” sasuke shoved him towards the door, watching as the tears fell from your eyes. slow approaching, he forced you into a hug.

“don’t ever think that you are alone. that’s my job. even if i am miles away, I won’t allow you to go through something like marrying someone out of convenience. you are an uchiha and my baby sister, it’s not happening, as long as i’m here,” he glared at you, but his eyes softened as you went to hug them, thanking him.

“sasuke?”

“hm?”

“since we’ve made up, could you cook tomorrow, i’m tired of ramen”

“fine”

#naruto x reader #naruto #madara x reader #itachi x reader #madara uchiha #itachi uchiha #indra x reader #obito x reader #sasuke x reader #indra otsutsuki #obito uchiha #sasuke uchiha

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vulpisnocturna · 2 years ago

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My tired brain 🧠 possibly misunderstood, but hc requests are still open? If not disregard this ask, but if so what are your hc on Uchiha Males discovering their spouse or s/o, having an intrauterine device for birth control? I would say not done out of spite but just something their s/o has had for years (some IUDs last for 10 yrs or longer!). Maybe it was a slip of the tongue, since it’s not something most women spend all day thinking about. At least I don’t.

Maybe a slight misunderstanding over the whole scenario. It can be NSFW as well. 😈

HC requests are in fact still open, as they don’t take me long to write. Fic requests are closed.

Mhhh I’m not sure, this would be quite hard to gauge I think. I’ll try my best.

Uchiha Men finding out you have an IUD/views on contraception

Indra:

-This man would not be happy to hear you say you cannot conceive when he wants you to. He would absolutely tell you to get it removed ASAP. You don’t want children with him or something? Is that a joke? You need to give him an heir.

-If you tell him you’ve had it for a long time, he will retort that now you’re his wife and it is time to have a family with him.

- 10/10 commitment, 1/10 general approach, 0/10 women’s rights

Izuna:

-He’s secretly a sweetheart. He would ask you why you did it and if you’re comfortable removing it because he wants a family with you. If you’re not, he’ll try to coax you into it, but he won’t push too far. He wants peace for his clan as much as peace in his household.

-Will be asking routine updates on whether you’re ready to take it off.

- 7/10 general approach, 9/10 communication, 7/10 women’s rights

Madara:

-Is perplexed when he starts to see that no matter how many time he breeds you, you never get pregnant. There is no way he’s the problem. Could you be infertile? That’s not a thought Madara likes. He needs to pass on his genes, and he singled you out as the best woman to help him do that.

-So he asks you, and you tell him you cannot conceive at the moment because of your IUD. Madara is not happy. He isn’t going to be as controlling as Indra, but he will try to literally fuck the need to be bred into you. Will manipulate you into a breeding kink. And then he will dote on you, making sure you know how much he is committed to creating a family with you, how much he wants you to bear his children. Until you suddenly want it too and get that blasted thing removed. Another win for Madara.

- 6/10 general approach, 6/10 women’s rights, 8/10 gaslighting

Obito:

-This man will break you with simping. When he finds out, he’s genuinely upset and a little embarrassed. After all, he’s been raving about putting a child in you when you two were having sex and now he finds out it was literally impossible for him to do so.

-He will shower you with love, say he wants a family with you so badly, tell you how good you’d look pregnant, say how much he wants to be a father and how good of a mother you’d be.

-Genuine love bombing: Obito is genuine in the efforts he’s putting in. He’s not trying to manipulate you consciously, he just wants it that badly, and is so upset that you have that IUD and he can’t make it a reality. What you’ll do is up to you, but he’ll never stop nagging you.

- 7/10 general approach, 8/10 women’s rights, 10/10 simping

Shisui:

-Is the most normal about breeding kink. Will say it’s fine, but asks if one day, you might still be open to having children.

-Laughs it off with a sex joke.

-‘That’s good to hear, sweetheart, I’m not sure I can be trusted with pulling out in time’ he would laugh and joke.

-Sometimes will get thoughts of how cute it would be and how happy it would make him to make a family, and he asks how long you think you’re going to keep it.

-Engages in playful jokes about being a dad. Quick glances in your direction to see how you take it.

- 10/10 women’s rights, 9/10 general approach, 9/10 joking as a coping mechanism

Itachi:

-Itachi is completely understanding of the notion of contraception. After all, who would want a child when they’re not ready? But he does want a family with you, and if the time is right and he doesn’t plan to play suicide with Sasuke, he will want you to be the mother of his children.

-Will inquire when you got it… for purposes. You don’t need to know he’s counting down how much time is left until it gets removed

-Will also inquire what the purpose of the contraception is. Is it to be able to have sex without risks until you are ready, or are you planning to not have children at all? He needs to be reassured that you do want a family with him one day, even if it’s not today. He’s patient, but he needs the constant reassurance that one day, he can go wild and give in to his breeding kink. Being an Uchiha is not easy.

- 9/10 general approach, 10/10 women’s rights, 9/10 paranoia

Sasuke:

-You can do whatever you like, but he’s silently brooding over it. Secretly asks himself if you are trying to avoid having a family with him

-Wants to rebuild his clan with you. Will not say he wants you to get it removed. Will say “whatever”.

-You’ll have to go to him to have a conversation about it, and the fact that he wants a family has to be pulled out of his throat with pliers. You’ll have to do the leg work to communicate, but it’s really sweet once he lets go and is vulnerable enough to show you his true feelings.

- 3/10 general approach, 9/10 women’s rights, 10/10 emotionally stunted.

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angelsyrip · 7 months ago

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obito: you said i'd see rin again madara: no, i said rinnegan obito:

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dark-konohagakure2 · 8 months ago

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Hi! Could you please write an Akatsuki X reader scenario where they kidnap shinobi Reader and the best way to convert her to their cause is by fucking her until she breaks? (If you could include Obito that would be awesome too)

tw: noncon, forced kissing, degradation, nipple play, abuse, mind break, forced orgasm, overstimulation, biting

All characters depicted are 18+

Deidara knows firsthand just how bothersome it is to be forcibly recruited into the Akatsuki, but despite the shared experience he isn't very empathetic when he tells the young kunoichi that she has no choice but to join their ranks, either willingly or by force.

The girl is loyal to her village, so she'll initially refuse, which angers the blonde artist. He didn't have a choice when it came to his recruitment, so why should she? Deidara is going to make her join, and he knows just how to do it.

Despite his being a lean man, he's very strong, so Deidara is able to knock her backwards with her clay and pin her down with his body, sitting on her chest as he holds her wrists with one hand and covers her mouth with the palm of his other hand, using the mouth on that hand to forcibly kiss her.

The tongue on his palm will force it's way down her throat, making her gag as Deidara rips her clothes off with the other hand, practically salivating at the sight of her perfect breasts, but he doesn't have time to enjoy the scenery when his main goal is to force her over to the Akatsuki's side.

Deidara isn't one to pull his punches verbally or physically, bullying his cock inside of her vulnerable entrance, manhandling her into whatever position works best for him as he shouts threats and insults at her.

"Cmon you little idiot! Just agree to join before I get more forceful, hmm! I'm not gonna stop until you say yes, un!"

He'll force his hand-mouths onto her breasts, using them to lick, bite, and suck her sensitive nipples, his actual mouth forcibly on hers as he pounds into her, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air as Deidara shoves his tongue down her throat.

He isn't very experienced due to his age and eccentric personality, so he's just fast and rough when he fucks, his his slamming against her ass while his only goals in mind are to convert her over to the Akatsuki's side and get his rocks off, and there is nothing she can do about it.

Deidara will have her overwhelmed from the bombardment of stimulus from his hands, mouths, and cock, he'll leave her whining and squirting underneath him despite herself, much to the artist's delight and smugness.

Deidara is a energetic young man, so he can go for hours if he really wanted to, but he'll stop on one condition. Each time he pulls out after cumming in her, he'll ask her if she's ready to cooperate yet, and if she is; he'll stop, but if she isn't; he'll go for another round with her body.

"Ready to cooperate? Well should be! Because I'm not gonna stop fucking you until you turn into a good little Akatsuki member!"

Deidara is glad that he's able to recruit a brand new member for their little Akatsuki family, now he'll earn the respect of his senior members, and he gets to have a brand new toy to play with as a bonus.

tw: noncon, kidnapping, drugging, aphrodisiacs, fuck or die, age difference, riding, mind break

Sasori hates dealing with new recruits, they're all just brats who know nothing about art and respect, so when he's tasked with coverting a shinobi they captured over to the Akatsuki's cause, the red haired puppet master isn't the slightest bit happy.

He feels nothing, so Sasori can't appeal to emotion in order to sway her, instead he'll use threats towards both herself, her comrades, and loved ones, but when she doesn't budge, Sasori decides to show her that his words are anything but empty threats.

Before she can even react, Sasori is already injecting her with a special poison he created just for brats such as herself, it isn't fatal in small doses, and it's designed to instill obedience in it's user, but it comes with the very unfortunate side effect of forcibly increasing her arousal levels as well.

Sasori totally didn't anticipate this side effect, but he's not going to let this unique opportunity pass him by, in fact he's going to take advantage of it. He'll force her warm and soft body onto his own cold and wooden one, forcing her onto his cock and telling her to make herself useful for once.

"Faster, brat, or do you want me to increase the dosage? Good girl, now ride it like your life depends on it, because it does."

Sasori won't make any noises, facial expressions, or even blink as she reluctantly bounces on his wood, her discomfort contrasting his indifference. If she slows down too much for his liking, Sasori will inject her yet again, although he's careful not to give her too much of his poison, he doesn't want to kill her yet.

Despite his lack of moaning or any expression at all, Sasori is rather enjoying the sight of the needy prisoner moving up and down on his cock while under the effects of poison is very satisfying to the emotionless puppet master, but the only time his satisfaction will be known is when he's cumming inside of her.

Eventually the combination of the stimulation, humiliation, and the drug is too much for the poor kunoichi to handle, being too drugged up and overwhelmed to even resist anymore, reduced bouncing on his cock and obeying his demeaning demands like a good little puppet, much to Sasori's satisfaction.

Sasori won't even bother to hold back his taunts at her expense, finding it incredibly satisfying that he was able to reduce a respectable ninja to his own personal puppet with just a few injections and his cock.

"Good little puppet, you'll make a perfect pawn for the Akatsuki, and the perfect hole for my cock..."

Before he knows it, the Akatsuki has a brand new member and Sasori himself has a brand new puppet to play with, which is very convenient since he's been looking for a new test dummy for his poisons.

tw: noncon, genjutsu, mind break, size difference, fingering, forced kissing, mental torture, mild degradation

Forcing people to do things they don't want to is a rather trivial task for Itachi Uchiha, but he prefers to not use violence to get his way, so when he's tasked with forcibly recruiting a new Akatsuki member, he'll get the job done using his specialty: genjutsu.

It's almost too easy, all he needs to do is make eye contact with her, and she's all his. He won't just use a genjutsu that makes her loyal to the Akatsuki, because it would just wear off eventually which would cause problems in the future, instead he'll cast a genjutsu that will make her more susceptible to his demands and advances.

Itachi is much bigger and stronger than she is, especially when she's in such a state, so it's not much of a challenge for him to take advantage of her, slipping his hand into her panties and his tongue into her mouth while she squirms in his grasp, under the effects of his sense heightening genjutsu.

His enjoyment won't be very evident on his face due to his stoic nature, but it's most certainly evident in his pants, the bulge in his pants pressed against her clothed pussy as his fingers move inside of her and he speaks to her in his usual flat tone, yet with a hint of mockery underneath.

"This feels uncomfortable doesn't it? I would stop if you would just cooperate, but I can plainly see that someone like you wouldn't know compromise if it stabbed you in the face..."

Eventually he'll pull his fingers out of her, which is somewhat difficult with how tightly her cunt is squeezing them, although her pussy won't be left empty for very long once Itachi forces his cock into her, hitting even deeper places inside of her that his fingers couldn't reach, such as her precious womb.

Itachi doesn't just jackhammer into her like a uncouth mutt, instead his pace incredibly slow, bordering on torturous as his cock slowly stretches her out and hits her womb with each thrust, his cock forcing her into submission better than any genjutsu ever could.

He'll have her whimpering and squirming underneath him in a matter off seconds, reapplying the genjutsu on her whenever she fights back too much, eventually she'll be so deep in the genjutsu that she won't be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, she won't even be able to tell if she's actually getting fucked or if it's just another genjutsu, it's an incredibly disorienting and terrifying experience, one that Itachi tells her she can end anytime if she just cooperates with the Akatsuki.

Eventually she'll become so disoriented and overwhelmed by both the illusion she's under and the sensation of him roughly fucking her that she'll practically burst into tears, weakly whimpering and sniffling as she begs Itachi to stop the genjutsu already, she won't even ask him to stop fucking her, she just wants to be free of the illusion, and if she agrees to the Akatsuki's terms, he'll gladly oblige her.

"Good girl. See? That wasn't so hard was it? All you had to do was ask nicely, it's quite simple really, even for someone so bereft of knowledge..."

He isn't surprised that she ended up caving to his demands, mental torture is his forte, and if she ever steps out of line with the Akatsuki's goals again, he'll have no qualms about giving her another 72 hours worth of suffering.

tw: noncon, size difference, double penetration, monster cocks, mind break, creampie, breeding, biting, degradation

In terms of physical appearance, Kisame is the most terrifying member of the Akatsuki, standing at nearly 7 feet tall with a set of razor sharp teeth and a shark-like appearance, he's the best in the organization at intimidation, and Kisame is more than happy to use brute force when attempting to force a potential recruit over to the Akatsuki's side.

Usually just flashing his teeth or brandishing Samehada is more than enough for Kisame to get his way, but when his dear little prisoner future coworker doesn't give in, Kisame decides he needs to take a much more rough and physical approach with her, the blue skinned man has been rather pent up as of late, and dealing with a brat is just increasing his frustrations, so he decides to kill two birds with one stone.

He's a brute, so he'll just throw here down onto the ground and force himself on top of her, his body huge compared to her slight form, Kisame practically moans at the sight of her eyes widening in terror when she feels his massive bulges rubbing against her, making it more than clear what Kisame is going to be taking from her.

Her pussy is almost comically tiny compared to Kisame's twin cocks, it would be damn near impossible for him to fit even one of his huge members inside of her virgin cunt, but Kisame Hoshigaki has never been one to let a little bit of difficulty stop him from getting what he wants from someone.

"Oh come now, don't go whining and crying on me yet! You don't even have the first one all the way in yet! So save your bellyaching for when they're both deep inside of you, sweetie..."

Befitting his appearance and reputation, Kisame is rough when he fucks, forcibly cramming both of his cocks into her tight pussy as he pounds into her, his huge body engulfing her's entirely while he's having the time of his life turning her body into his personal cocksleeve.

Kisame is a biter, he just can't help himself, it's in his nature after all, and he especially can't hold back his more primal urges when his cocks are balls deep inside of her and he's cumming directly into her fertile womb, his sharp teeth digging into her neck hard enough to draw blood, and when sharks see blood, they go into a feeding frenzy.

Kisame's sheer size is all the more apparent when his entire muscular weight is pressed down on her as he rearranges her insides with his cock, his huge body smothering her only adds to the poor girl's disoriented state, it's nearly impossible to breathe when a giant shark man is on top of her and using her as his breeding toy.

When Kisame eventually cums inside of her, he cums a lot, emptying his huge balls into her sensitive little womb, and the poor kunoichi is left completely cockdrunk just from one round of Kisame bullying her poor pussy with his big cocks.

"Oh how cute! You did didn't even last one single round! What was our leader thinking asking a pathetic weakling like you to join our little family..?"

This entire experience has once again reminded Kisame why he just adores newbies so much, they're so weak and overconfident even when against someone as fearsome like him, and the stubborn toys are all the more fun to break.

tw: noncon, sadomasochism, abuse, degradation, fuck or die, misogyny, slapping, blood play, fear play

It's no surprise that a sadist like Hidan loves nothing more than causing distress and pain to others, even if it isn't for his religion or organization, so he's as giddy as a schoolgirl when he's given the task of forcing their latest recruit into submission, and if there's something that brings Hidan joy, it's forcing people.

He isn't the strongest in the Akatsuki, but he's one of if not the scariest member when it comes to just how unwaveringly brutal and heartless he is, and not only is Hidan brutal, he's also a complete pervert, a fact that will become almost instantly apparent to his already scared captive when he starts groping her and talking about how pretty of sacrifice she would make to Lord Jashin.

Hidan hurts people as easily as he breathes, so the morally bankrupt Jashinist has absolutely no qualms about forcing himself onto someone, it's like a power trip to him when he gets to have complete free reign over the organization's prisoners, subjecting them to his depraved whims at his leisure.

The white haired man will absolutely love it when she desperately fights back, kicking and scratching at him with the futile hope of getting him to back off, but getting hurt by her mid-fuck just turns Hidan on even more, he's the kind of man who loves both giving and receiving some of that sweet pain.

"Ohh..! F-Fuuuck yes~! Keep fighting me like that, babe~! It just makes me want to hurt ya right back, you feisty bitch!"

While Hidan really does love receiving pain, he's still going to return the favor tenfold, he'll slap her across the face for every kick that lands, and practically stab her with his spike each time she scratches at him. See? Hidan isn't a selfish lover at all! He's returning all of the sweet, addictive pain she's so graciously giving him, she should be thanking him really.

Hidan has the highest sex drive out of all his comrades, practically using her as a pocket pussy to empty his balls into, and to no ones shock, he doesn't even try to be gentle, forcing his fat cock in and out of her with the main goal of getting his rocks off, slapping her ass or breasts with each rough and sloppy thrust.

She'll inevitably start to bleed a little bit from how many times he's bitten her or poked her with his sharp weapons, but that won't deter Hidan in the slightest, in fact it'll only excite him more, and he'll even lick up the blood from her wounds, resulting in his skin taking on it's skeletal pattern, which only terrifies her all the more.

It doesn't take too long for his sheer sadism and brutality to take a toll on her, and she's begging him to stop, sobbing that she'll do whatever the Akatsuki says as long as Hidan just stops. Hidan is incredibly annoyed and disappointed that his fun is being cut short, and all because she can't handle him going easy on her.

"Huh?! Done already?! Geez, this is just what happens when ya let the broads join the boy's club, but fine! Welcome to the Akatsuki, you whiny cunt!"

Hidan isn't particularly happy about having another shrill pussy with legs in the same organization as him, but he manages to look on the bright side of things; at least he doesn't need to go down the street corner for a quick fuck anymore, now he only needs to go down the hall.

tw: noncon, age difference, size difference, tentacles, gaping, degradation, misogyny, bondage, anal

Kakuzu hates newbies, they're all brats without a shred of respect for their elders, it's bad enough that he has to put up with Hidan's nonsense, but now he has to deal with converting a new member? He's going to make her pay for his troubles, despite the fact that she wants to be there about as much as he wants her there.

He'll cut straight to the chase, plainly telling her to join the Akatsuki or else, although he doesn't elaborate at all on what the 'or else' will entail, so she doesn't take him seriously and immediately refuses. Kakuzu doesn't like that very much, he absolutely hates not being taken seriously, so the miser decides that there's no time like the present to make sure he knows that he's a very serious threat to her.

She can barely even react when his threads emerge from underneath his mask and cloak, quickly wrapping around her limbs and forcing themselves down her throat, muffling her noises of protest when the rest of his threads start slithering towards her vulnerable holes between her legs with no regard for gentleness or permission.

Kakuzu's metallic tentacles are uncomfortably harsh as they force themselves into her pussy and ass, stretching her holes out to 'prepare' them for Kakuzu's big cock, all she can do is weakly struggle and bite down on the threads in her mouth as Kakuzu gives her a stern talking to about how much of an ungrateful brat she allegedly is.

"Stop biting, brat. It hurts when you bite down on them like that. But I'll hurt you a hell of a lot more than you could ever hurt me if you don't shut up and take it."

He'll use his tentacles to spread her pussy out enough for him to get a good look at it, being sure to make sure he knows how shocked he is that she's still a virgin with how indecent she acts. Girls these days are just so disrespectful towards men, probably because none of them have a big strong daddy to put them in their place, but Kakuzu is about to change that.

His cock is just as big as the rest of him, so it will stretch her out a great deal when he forces in inside of her, even after all that preparation. Kakuzu is a product of his time, he doesn't prioritize his pleasure over her's at all, because that would imply he even considers her's in the first place.

He doesn't even really need to hold her down given how strong he is, he has her bound for his enjoyment, not his convenience. Kakuzu always finds it amusing when his prey struggles against his superior experience, and he finds it almost hilarious how she squirms against him, even with his thick meat buried balls deep inside of her.

Kakuzu doesn't really care where he cums, just as long as he does. He doesn't think it really matters if he cums inside of her, he's nearly a century old, he probably can't get her knocked up, so she can stop being so damn hysterical about such a slim possibility.

"Shut up. Trust me, idiot, I'm far too old to give anyone a baby, much less a whiny twerp like you. Besides, having a baby is all women like you are good for."

New members are always so troublesome for Kakuzu, all they do is drain the Akatsuki's finances even more, and Kakuzu is going to make sure that his dear newbie pays him back every last cent.

tw: noncon, power imbalance, mind break, god complex, violence, piercings, humiliation, kidnapping

Pain is the leader of the Akatsuki, so he'll deal with coverting potential members more often than not. He's the best man for the job, he has the reputation, status, intimidation factor, and most importantly; he has the abilities to back all those qualities up with action. Only a fool would try to deny Pain, but it seems that his dear future subordinate is something beyond just foolish with how much she's resisting.

She can resist to her hearts content, but she's a mouse in a trap compared to his godlike powers. When she inevitably true to make a break for it, Pain will simply use Universe Pull to force her back towards him, pinning her down underneath his cold body, his body temperature being enough to nearly make her shiver, even with his cloak on, and the proximity doesn't help matters at all.

Pain's method of restraining her is swift and cruel, he'll stab one of his chakra rods straight through both of her hands, pinning them to the ground and causing immense pain, to which he shows no remorse, because he's about to show her an even more intense pain with a very different kind of rod.

His Rinnegan eyes will be locked onto her's as he forces himself on top of her. She isn't as foolish as he initially suspected, and she instantly knows what he's attempting to do to her, but Pain will pay no heed to her struggles, treating what he's about to do to her like its the most justified thing in the world.

"Enough resistance. It's futile against me. I am God, and now you'll get the privilege of witnessing what happens to those who resist God's will."

Pain's cock is both thick and pierced, so it fills her up to the brim and the cold metal of his piercings touch every inch of her untouched depths. It's hard to tell if Pain can even feel the sensations of her pussy gripping his member, since his remains cold and impassive throughout.

Its unsettling how calm Pain is throughout the ordeal, lecturing her about understanding pain and the Akatsuki's goals, all while he's pounding into her, his thick cock bullying her womb with each thrust, increasing the intensity of the agonizing mix of pleasure and pain.

He could just use his Rinnegan to put her under his control and 'tame' her, but Pain doesn't have to do that, he's physically strong enough to brute force her body into submission, and the most effective way to do that is to brute force her pussy into submission first, and the rest will follow.

Once Pain has had his fill with her holes, he won't even need to ask her if she's going to come along with him or not, she has no choice. He's already destroyed her village, so she has no choice but to join his cause or be left to die alone.

"Playtime is over, little one. It's time for business. You will join the Akatsuki, or I'll just have to put you through this torment again..."

Swaying even the most stubborn of individuals onto his side is a trivial matter for someone like Pain, it's truly amazing how a little bit of destruction and degradation can go such a far way in terms of the elimination of one's insubordination.

tw: noncon, facesitting, suffocation, cunnilingus, rimming, age difference, piercings, power imbalance, fuck or die, humiliation

Being one of the most important members of the Akatsuki, Konan is used to recruiting new members. While she isn't a brute, Konan isn't above using physical means to get what she wants from the more particularly standoffish individuals.

Konan will attempt to negotiate at first, gently explaining the benefits of being a part of an organization as well-known and feared as the Akatsuki, and how it's much better than serving any village. But when the young woman continues to refuse Konan's kind offers, she decides to take more forceful measures.

Like a stern mother about to punish her unruly child, Konan will give the girl a few moments to reconsider her foolish choices, but when she inevitably doesn't, Konan decides to test just how stubborn someone is able to continue to act when they're unable to move or breathe underneath their superior.

Konan is a very strong woman despite her lithe physique, so she's easily able to hold the other woman down and sit on her face, pressing her entire weight down as her mature pussy presses against her face, practically suffocating the younger woman underneath her perfect ass, not budging an inch until she secures the girl's cooperation.

"Sorry, but you aren't allowed to come up for air until you agree to join the Akatsuki. If you keep squirming like that I'll simply add another ten minutes to your sentence..."

Konan is a very patient woman, she has all the time in the world, so she won't be in any rush to move from her rather comfortable seat on her face, simply occupying herself with her origami or by explaining more details about the Akatsuki and their goals, being sure to speak very highly of the organization that the girl will belong to in the very near future.

While patient, Konan is no saint, so she'll get bored of simply sitting around and waiting for the uncooperative girl to come around, so she'll demand that if she wants to live, she better get Konan off before the suffocation gets to her first, with how stern Konan sounds it's difficult to tell if she's being serious or not, but it would be foolish to take that chance.

While not usually very vocal, Konan will let out soft moans when she feels the younger woman's tongue against her perfect womanly holes, the wetness caressing the piercing on Konan's clit. If she keeps up the good work, then Konan will be more than happy to let her live.

She's a stern woman, but she isn't overly cruel, once Konan is brought to climax, she'll finally let the poor girl breathe, that is, if she agrees to the terms, and between joining a criminal organization and dying in such a humiliating way, becoming a rouge ninja is the much more preferable fate.

"That's a good girl... Now I just know you'll be a lovely fit for our great organization, you have the perfect... talents for us all to enjoy..."

Konan is very glad that the Akatsuki finally has another female member, now the purple haired woman will have someone she can go to whenever she finds herself needing a more female touch.

tw: noncon, overstimulation, degradation, pussydrunk!Tobi, size difference, exhibitionism, humiliation

Tobi is giddy at the opportunity to prove himself to his comrades by converting their lastest member over to their cause. But there is one small problem: she doesn't take him seriously at all, and really who would? He presents himself as a bumbling and immature man child, so nobody really pays him any heed, much to Tobi's dismay.

Poor, sweet Tobi tries to be nice, he really does, but she's just so mean to him, calling him an idiot and shoving him away whenever he gets close to her. Tobi looks like he's about to give up and sulk, when the masked man suddenly remembers the advice his sempai gave him; that a true Akatsuki member needs to be cool, concise, and mean.

Tobi is shockingly strong for someone so apparently airheaded, his muscles pressed against her body as he gets on top of her, revealing a surprisingly huge bulge in his pants as he does. Tobi seems completely oblivious to the fact he's rubbing his cock up against her however, scolding her in his squeaky voice to stop squirming and being so mean to poor Tobi.

He'll act as though its a freak accident when he fat cock slips into her pussy, he'll even sheepishly apologize when it happens, but since it's already in there, Tobi decides that this is the perfect opportunity for him to get to know his new best friend even better!

"Whoopsie daisy-! You were moving too much and I slipped! Now you have to be a good girl and take responsibility for getting Tobi stuck!"

For someone who's apparently so well meaning, Tobi is incredibly rough with his new toy friend, his hips slapping against her ass while he roughly holds her in place with his gloved hands and making obnoxiously loud noises of pleasure from behind his mask, clearly he's never gotten his cock wet before judging by how whiny and overwhelmed he gets almost instantly after sticking it in.

He's so loud that it's more than likely that the entire Akatsuki can hear what he's doing behind closed doors, the more annoyed members will even chime in, telling him to 'shut up!' and 'keep it down in there!' from outside the room, the fact that her other captors can hear what's happening to her is all the more embarrassing, but Tobi is too lost in the feeling of her perfect cunt around his meat to care.

Tobi is just too pent up for his own good, recklessly dumping his load into her pussy whenever he cums (which is a lot), and he'll feign surprise when she panics about him cumming inside, he as a grown man will claim that he didn't know that was how babies were made, demonstrating that he's either completely stupid, or a brilliant actor.

After spending so much time playing with her perfectly snug pussy, Tobi loses his composure, his voice dropping multiple octaves as he let's his mask slip, although not the literal one, but even with his face still covered, it's like there's a completely different person talking now.

"Soooo are you gonna be a good little girl and join the Akatsuki? You are?! Great~!! Now learn your place in our ranks, you pathetic slut."

She's most certainly learned a very valuable lesson now, she was right in only one assessment; Tobi isn't someone to be taken seriously at all, but Obito sure as hell is.

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