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uchihaharlot · 4 months

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Oooh! Thirsty requests? Don’t mind if I do 🤭

I love the Uchiha men! (Duh) So, what is their favorite sex position that really does it for them, really gets them going and busting the fastest and hardest? 👀💥

Ok what the fuck, this is hawt and it took me mere seconds to formulate exactly which positions the boys instinctively bust.

NSFW; afab; holy fuck this is hot and I haven’t even drafted it 🚨:

Madara: Riding him for the first time.

• This man’s sole purpose is to spread his seed like peanut butter, preferably within his wife’s spongey wet cunt.

• Top/Bottom is never an option for debate, she’s either taken by surprise bent over something forward or underneath him. Deliciously tormented with his rough and abrasive thrusts. Madara does not allow such luxury in the way of her desires. Even if she is endlessly pleased, something is missing.

• If his wife manages, and it’s a risk. To get on top of him…Madara won’t even know how to cope with the shift in power. He is so unpredictable as it is, the urge to maneuver her submissive to him is strong, but falters.

• Seeing her enjoy him this way, like actually enjoy it more than usual…is provocative and endearing. Though sex is usually overstimulating with him — copious amounts of hours in bed laid to the mating press. She had back sores once, but those were always soothed. He’s not a complete hooligan.

• But he is a heathen, so in this regard Madara definitely takes the opportunity to actually acknowledge her body’s many appealing angles. Differences on her soft supple skin are highlighted in the dimly lit bedroom. They reflect and make his head spin, red orbs elicit for the first time and she’s under the scope of his sharingan. It’s new and invigorating and one touch of a soft breast with rough hands makes her moan out his name for the first time ever. Both of them are deliriously overcome with the slightest touch.

• Oops. He shoots his shot too soon after hearing his name. 🫥 He wants to disappear in that moment, Madara can’t cope…sensing a pattern here? But it was so good, and she is undeniably beautiful. Purebred Uchiha, like him. Maybe if he was more….sensual and less of a brute? She would garner this reaction next time?

• This brings me to a bonus point with Madara, lol. The second position he comes fast would undoubtedly be his favorite, damn his wife for having a voice that cradles soft moans onto his left ear, for the second time he comes fast. Barely three minutes in.

Obito: Making out while sitting in his lap.

• 🫠 I don’t want to embarrass this man, but my fucking head just — cannot not go there. Sweet summer child thought that giving head was making out the first time he heard the phrase (at 14 no less).

• So he won’t tell her he is a grown ass virgin, but he really doesn’t need to. Obito acts with hesitation below that of a wet blanket when alone with his s/o. Shaky here and there, the surprised gasps he makes when her lips feather kisses like spring rain to his lips. Obito is besotted. Wholeheartedly leaking like a faucet in his slacks.

• I want to give this man the benefit I really do, finding it hard to keep it….yea no. They’re not even at that point of business when Obito let out stifled sound between a moan and low grunt. All she did was grind into his throbbing cock. 🫡 Ships sunk, and like with most; the captain goes down too.

• This woman, bless her heart as well. Has the patience of a god. She will make some cute pun about needing to check his briefs more thoroughly and Obito is so fucking flustered; ommggg. It’s unfortunate that he’s picked up on coping skills from Madara. He too, wants to hide.

• Divine, Obito thinks this of her. Taking his sad floppy manhood, which is covered in his premature cum as he watches her slurp him in his mouth. Making some pun about how wasteful but that she forgives him if he makes up for it.

• Will suck until he is hard again, which is not even thirty seconds. Obito also, like most Uchiha men, is subjected to his eyes. Red spun pearls capture her gaze as she sits in his lap on the recliner. This has always been a dream! It’s happening!

• Then it isn’t, no. Not really. Not again! His s/o is not even the slightest bit surprised when Obito starts to pulse within her. She’s barely sunk her self silly on his fat cock.

• ‘It’s ok, Obi. Just means you’re really excited for me.’ Hnngggg, that didn’t help and neither did the slow up and down motions or her hips rolling. Obito couldn’t decide if he was cumming — maybe dying? He was moaning sure, in her mouth and goddamn she was filthy in that moment. ‘Good boy…every drop.’

• No question about it, he was already finishing before the words left her lips to his in a searing kiss.

Shisui: On her stomach from behind.

• Brb. Internally and externally exploding at this idea. Shisui is so sweet, sensual with his partner(s). The king of making any woman wet his bed like a geyser.

• Definitely prefers eye contact positions — in his lap is a close second to finishing first. Where he can grip your hips and thighs, but if there is no time to spare. Oh, he knows his own defeat and how to unleash it.

• The second this woman is flat on her stomach, Shisui eagerly slips between her swollen folds. He’s got her legs shut and cages her entire body with his muscular frame. Having mercilessly devoured her like a five star Michelin three course meal prior, she’s beyond the realms of pleasure. This is the promise land.

• This Uchiha, too, transcends the first drag in and out of her warmth. So slick, cramped. A warm hug for his cock. Shisui would think it’s a game to hold it in, but that won’t be possible.

• As if the confines of her weeping cunt weren’t enough, it’s the sight that he dials in at and shamelessly data bases to his core memory. The image alone of watching his cock emerge just to disappear over and over again sends Shisui spiraling — whimpering usually.

• Shisui is a man of precision, ok? Not in this position though. He’ll get sloppy and plant an assortment of kisses and light nips to her back and shoulders just as he spurts the last remaining drops of Uchiha essence inside her.

• Lastly, when he slips out — still half cocked, Shisui doesn’t rock anything less than a semi. He will place his thumbs on either ass cheek, speading them open to see his cum leak out her gorgeous sanctuary he makes home to his seed.

Itachi: Front spooning her in the morning.

• Usually I write Itachi on the side of inexperienced and new. Not today; this man can be deplorable in bed and has some rather… nifty kinks. Though today we will focus on what makes Uchiha Itachi a ten second Tom.

• Also an Uchiha who adores eye contact. It’s a must. Every aspect of her body is unique and imprinted to his front temporal lobe. Some of it mundane, majority of it not.

• Itachi is an early bird (heh). So is she, and with that goes the saying — the early bird gets the worm. Or gives it. Seeing her in the throes of sleep, soft, serene and just down right beautiful. He’s down bad, rocking that good ole’ Hashirama hard as a rock morning wood. Itachi will think he’s going to make an everlasting memory, but the second his s/o opens her eyes he’s just so desperate.

• Yutakas are are simply one of the best articles of clothing. Comfortable, stylish and elegant — with a side of easy access. Itachi makes haste to disrobe them, while making to push her on her back…

• While his s/o all on board for being his pillow princess. This morning she hikes a leg over his hip and gives him a kiss so severely wanton, Itachi slips through drenched folds and gently rocks into her. Cradling her closer to his chest.

• More intimate than intimate, Itachi usually strides for ‘slow and steady’ for an everlasting experience. Today she’s insatiable. The whimper his name tumbles through subsequently has Itachi rutting harder and faster. Once those delicate muscles wrapped around his cock start sucking him in and swallowing him does he realize it’s only been about two minutes.

• Two minutes is not enough, but if she’s coming, so is he. An incredible group effort by them both. Itachi pants in her ear as their respective orgasms feed pleasure to one another.

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vulpisnocturna · 9 months

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There was only one bed - Horny Akatsuki Edition

request by @takhidk 🤍

SOFT NSFW

Deidara:

-is completely speechless when he finds out there is only one bed at the inn during your mission together

-acts cocky though, telling you not to make a move on him

-he’s the first one to make a move, saying the bed is too small (he is literally 5’5” lmao) as he scoots closer to you

-you tease him about it and he tells you to shut up, his cheeks red

-he’s never had sex before but what he lacks in experience he makes up for with his enthusiasm

-you have to tell him that his hands are a gift, and how to use them, but he’s very happy to comply

-‘wouldn’t it be better to make the bed explode when I make you cum, hm?’ he asks, and you look at him, eyes wide

-‘no, Deidara. Unless you want this to never happen again’

-‘fine’

Obito:

-can’t believe himself. He hasn’t slept in the same bed with anyone ever

-decides to play dumb with his Tobi persona, hugging you like a pillow

-in reality, bro is dying to have you close to him

-after a while, though, he gets quite worked up, and decides he’ll have his fun with you. He can tell you want him by the way you casually move your ass against him, as if he couldn’t notice

-he blindfolds you and takes off his mask, starting to kiss your neck, letting his voice drop to his normal tone

-‘you know what happens to little things like you who poke the rattlesnake, right?’

Hidan:

-As soon as he sees there’s only one bed, he’s all for it

-‘I bet you asked for one bed, huh? Guess I’m just irresistible’ he grins cockily

-‘Yeah, right’ you say, rolling your eyes, though you have to admit he is hot.

-‘Let’s fuck’ he says, as forward as always. You stare at him, swallowing painfully

-When you hesitate, Hidan practically throws you on the bed, ripping the cloak off of you and licking your exposed chest

-‘Come on, sweetheart. Let’s have some fun, you and I’ he says, pulling your shirt up and starting to suck on your nipples, a bit too rough, but the pain soon mixes with the pleasure

Itachi:

-blinks and stands in the doorway, looking at the double bed. ‘There must have been a misunderstanding. I will solve it, don’t worry’ he says, disappearing towards the reception. You kind of hope they won’t have any other rooms, although the idea of sleeping with Itachi is both hot and terrifying

-when he comes back, he does not look too happy

-‘I am deeply sorry about this. They do not have any other rooms. I will sleep on the chair’ he says, removing his cloak as he goes in. You do the same, and you don’t fail to catch his eyes on you for a split second. As you get into bed, you stare at him, sucking in your lips

-‘Sleep on the bed, Itachi’ you say after a while. He looks at you, his throat bobbing before he slowly gets up and crawls under the blanket, staring at you. He wants to touch you, but it would be inappropriate. He can’t get himself to move. And yet, when you move closer to him and push your ass against him, he can’t contain himself and wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you closer

-‘Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. Let me indulge you, then’ he says, his hand slipping under your shorts as he starts to kiss your neck languidly

Pain:

-Is quite pissed off that he was not given two rooms, but when he looks at you, he can’t help but think this must have been fate

-and after all, he hasn’t had that chance in so long

-he saw the way you looked at him, with a blush on your cheeks and suggestive eyes

-‘lie down’ he says, tone authoritative, ‘and take off your clothes’

-you can’t believe your ears. Though when Pain gives you a meaningful look, you quickly do as he says, though you’re blushing and trembling with anticipation

-‘let’s make the most of this unfortunate situation, shall we?’ he says, running his hands on your thighs, splaying them open for him and staring at you with those hypnotic eyes

Kakuzu:

-is fuming at first. No one can mock him like this

-after that, though, he’s quite pleased with himself

-‘Less money to pay like this. We will do this from now on’

-‘Uhm… Kakuzu? Where are you going to sleep?’

-‘On the bed. I am going to get my money’s worth, brat’ he says, removing his headband and mask. You look at him, suddenly hyperaware. He’s… good-looking. For a 90-year old guy, he’s handsome

-when you shift slightly to find a comfortable position on the mattress, black tendrils catch your wrists and you find yourself tied up

-‘You’re a handful. Do not move’ he says, hovering above you. You think he’s going to knock you out cold, but instead, he positions himself between your legs

-‘I don’t want to hear a sound. Or else’

Kisame:

-laughs it off when you’re embarrassed that there’s only one bed

-‘I suppose there’s nothing to be done. Might as well get comfortable’ he says, taking off his cloak and his shirt. You stare at him, your lips parting at the muscles on his body

-‘It’s not a shop window. You can look and touch, if you want’ he says with a sharp grin

-You blush, nevertheless getting closer to him, until your hand is resting on his chest

-His large hands easily lift you up from your waist as he holds you against him until you have to wrap your legs around his hips

-‘I didn’t even need the bed, but since we’re here…’ he says, lowering you on the mattress and grinning as he unfastens your cloak

Sasori:

-‘I don’t need to sleep anyway’ he says, sitting at the desk and turning the lamp on as he starts tinkering with one of his puppets

-You frown, lying down on the bed. The noise of screwdrivers and nails clattering on the desk is pissing you off, and you decide to see if he really is a puppet who doesn’t feel anything at all

-you move your hand between your legs, underneath your underwear

-‘what are you doing?’ he asks, voice smooth, but he doesn’t turn around

-‘nothing’ you say, smirking slightly and gasping softly as you start to touch yourself on the bed.

-‘rude’ he says, and when you try to move, your hands are frozen. When you look at him, there are chakra strings connecting his hands to yours

-‘I suppose I can play with you instead of my puppets tonight’

Konan:

-Blushes when she sees that there’s only one bed and asks you if you want her to look for a different inn

-you tentatively tell her it’s okay

-when you two get into bed, you keep glancing at each other, and you keep looking at that piercing underneath her lip, wondering what it would be like to kiss her and feel it against your lips

-when she moves, you’re frozen in place

-her lips are soft and you do feel the coldness of the metal on your bottom lip, but it’s quite a nice feeling

-Konan gets on top of you, continuing to make out with you, neither of you saying anything as you start to undress each other

-literally the most normal experience you’re gonna get in the Akatsuki, and she’s stunning too! Go you

Zetsu:

-watches you sleep like a creep

-sorry, I got nothing on this “guy”

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uchihagods · 1 year

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giving obito head first thing in the morning drabble under the cut <33 tw: consensual somno, blow/hand job, overstimulation, reader’s obsessed with bito’s cock, pretty much pwp.

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IMPORTANT!… please, feel free to ignore if any of these topics trigger you; read at your own risk!

your eyes fluttered open once the sun’s rays were bright enough to break into your shared room through the wide window that was located on your right, where a very sleepy obito was snoring slightly with his mouth parted; the sheet was barely covering his body due to all the movements your husband managed to do during the night, the fabric was gathered at his calves and you couldn’t comprehend how he wasn’t freezing to death since he was only wearing boxers as pajamas.

you rubbed your face before looking to your side, finding your dark-haired man’s tired expression. you leaned over him, touching his scarred cheek and kissing his nose; his features twitched cutely at the sensation. your gaze travelled downwards, admiring from his toned abs to his softened member inside his black underwear. you didn’t know if it was for his perfectly sculpted face or for the tempting bulge between his legs, but you were feeling the heat running through your veins and spreading into your core.

without being able to stop it, your hand enclosed his shaft above the clothes to give it a big squeeze, not missing the way his breath hitched almost instantly. you searched for any hint that could tell you he was starting to wake up, but now he just had his eyebrows slightly furrowed. you took it as a green light to continue your little exploration, slipping your hand under the fabric to touch his warm cock before pumping it once your palm was coated with your saliva.

obito moved, confused. “hmph,” he complained at the strange stimulation, thinking through his unconsciousness something was happening out there.

your strokes remained slow since, if you were going to be honest with your yourself, you were doing this more for your own pleasure than his. your husband was kinda aware of your obsession with his dick, and that was one of the reasons he accepted your request of sucking him off in the morning when you asked him not that long ago.

his reddened head was releasing translucid and tasty precum, converting your mouth in a watering mess at the thought of having him deep down your throat. you didn’t waste any more time, you lowered your body ‘till your face was in front of his now hard cock, giving his tip a quick lick and enjoying the sudden shake of his hips.

you welcomed half of his member inside your warm cavern, tenderly closing your puffy lips around his largeness and sucking it with passion. your fingers were holding his base while you lowered you head to take more of him, saliva dripping from your mouth and your throat closing deliciously around his tip.

“a-ah!” he twitched in your touch, eyes barely open and hands wandering on the mattress as to understand what was exactly happening in the real world. “fucking shit, god! mhm, y/n…”

you were too immersed in the way his salty skin tasted in your mouth that you didn’t even bother to separate from his dick to answer him, it was his fault for having the most delicious feast down there.

the fun was suddenly gone the moment obito guided your mouth away from his member by the light grip he had on your hair. —“h-honey, let me…” his voice hoarse due to his still sleepy state.

“obito.” you called him with an angry tone, “you don’t get to complain, so shut the fuck up.” you swallowed him once again, humming contently when his tip met with the back of your throat.

the dark-haired followed your instructions, caressing your cheek with his index finger while your head bobbed up and down at an amazing rhythm that was leaving him breathless. he whimpered quietly when you moved your tongue along his sack, taking a whole ball into your mouth.

you traced your way back up to his glistening head just in time to catch the first drops of his hot cum, that spurted everywhere on your face once he started releasing. your soft pillows enclosed his tip to milk him dry, welcoming the rest of his cum right onto your tongue.

“e-enough!” he pleaded when he felt your new sucks on his overstimulated cock begin to speed up.

“don’t you get it?” you asked tilting your head to the side while pumping his twitching shaft. “this isn’t about you at all, silly. i’m the one deciding when it really is enough.”

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#kha’s.drabbles #obito x reader #obito x y/n #obito x you #obito smut #naruto x reader #naruto fanfiction #naruto smut #naruto headcanons

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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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Can you do Baby boyfriends again for itachi madara shisui sasuke and Obito 🥺 I know you’ve already done sasuke but it’s just so cute! (Pls include calling them mama) SWF and NSFW ❤️🥺🥺❤️❤️ PLEASEEE

Warnings: 18+, mdlb, overstim, smut. No madara 💔

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🌸Obito🌸

Sfw

From the very start of what ended up being your adorable love story, Obito showed signs and symptoms of being a little bit co dependent.

“Hold my hand y/n”, is what he’d say as a front, but one day it was no longer a command, it soon became a clingy “Please hold my hand baby”, and he’d make the cutest face you’d ever thought he could muster as he slouches his shoulders and puts his hand out to you. The minute he feels the warmth of your hand spreading over his he immediately straightens up, feeling confident again, walking with a bounce in his step knowing his baby is by his side.

Trying to mask his needy personality off as a protective dom didn’t last too long. For a matter of fact, his plan failed dismally, you see, being a natural loving and caring person is Obito’s biggest weakness. Show him a crumb of compassion and he’s really yours to keep🥺 the man has mental health issues.

Obito loves to spend some quality time with you, cuddling, soft kisses that leave him out of breath and pleasant conversation is the purest therapy he has ever experienced in his life.

He finds it very difficult to be separated from you. If you’re the type of person who appreciates their personal space, Obito might not be very understanding of that. What is personal space even? Not around him. He needs to be apart of your existence somehow, someway.

He feels most loved and appreciated when you feed him his breakfast or dinner. It’s not like you have much of a choice, he gets all grumpy and all the more clingier when you deny him the kind of attention he’s asking for. He’s so heartbroken when you tell him “no” and struggles to understand why you need space from him sometimes.

Nsfw

He sure is needy under the sheets too. Sometimes when you’re cuddled up or about to go to sleep, he won’t stop bothering you. Burying his big hands under your shirt to cup your breasts, teasingly pulling on your nipples so you can smack his hand away, enjoying how you’re constantly whining his name out and playfully fighting him away.

He loves play fights!! Yes yes yes!! Wrestling for dominance is his favourite kind of foreplay. Even though it’s short, he loves having his hair pulled on and will sometimes take your hand and place it on top of his head, silently asking for you to tug a little. It turns him on so much when you’re both in the middle of love making and you can’t keep your hands off of him, tugging, scratching, pulling, kicking. If you’re not fighting him off of you he won’t feel like he’s doing much of a good job for you. So he’ll become a little whiny and start begging you for some instructions.

While he’s eating you out he wants to hold your hand, and begs you to keep going for him once he starts overstimulating you. “No, don’t tell me to stop, please baby, please just a little more, you taste so delicious”

When you’re fucking him, the mommy kink might peak through if you let him. He loves being edged and denied by you alone since you spoil with with affection and love for lasting long enough. When he’s gripping the sheets and digging his heels into the bed, you might need to finally give in to him, because he begs for you in the sweetest way, tugging at your heart everytime. “Fuck!, uhhh, mommy please this time please!!”, he whimpers and he’s so fucking cute and whiny you have to talk him through it or else because how can he manage🥺

Also, talk to him right please. Nice and soft.

“Wow, is my precious boy gonna come now? Show mommy how good she’s making you feel my baby”, and it’s just too fucking easy, he’s spurting hot loads of cum all over your fists like and erupting volcano, his back hips lifting off the bed to accommodate the immense pleasure.

Cleaning him off while sweet talking him and being gentle and calm with him is the type of aftercare he could only experience in heaven. You make him feel so safe and secure, praising him for doing a good job for you this time around. He’s so tired and clingy afterwards, he just wants your to wrap your arms around him and fall asleep with him.

💗Shisui💗

Sfw

Shisui has always shamelessly shown you how vulnerable he could be since you’re so loving and kind towards him.

He notices that you are in fact affectionate, and takes advantage of that by being a baby around you all the time!

He puts your hand of his head to communicate head pats. HEAD PATS!!! Will unnecessarily whine and put on a whole performance for you when you don’t just do it on instinct. Please head pat him every time you greet each other. It’s worth it anyways, the cute blush across his cheeks and how he smiles trying to surpass the giddiness he’s embarrassed to unleash.

Always wants to match with you. Matching pjs, matching sweaters, matching kunai designs. If you’re not playing along he gets so offended. Like excuse me ma’am, you’re supposed to find every idea of his adorable and entertain it. How dare you.

Don’t worry, Shisui is the easiest baby to cheer up. Some raspberries on his neck, extra wet kisses on his cheeks and forehead, holding his and jumping in his arms. Please yes.

Loves snuggling with you and burying his hands in your pants for extra warmth. What they say? Thick thighs save lives or something 😭🏃🏾‍♀️

Nsfw

He NEEDS to please you. No matter how it happens. Being overstimulated? He can take it if it will make you happy. Even as he closes his eyes shit, hisses and grips the sheets, he will bare the pleasure you’re giving him since you told him to. “Uh uh,” you warn him as he tries to push away from you after he cums. “Be a good boy, lay down and take it baby. Can you do that for me?” And this man has a new obligation. He’s going to prove to you that he is in fact 100% your good boy.

You absolutely love dominating Shisui. He’s so pliant and eager to please. You can play around with him as you please. And he eats it all up.

“Damn mama, pleeeeaaaseee”, he whimpers as you suck the life out of him, tugging your hair to hopefully escape. “Tell me I’m good, fuck!!! mama, what are you doing!”, he moans in that sexy, soothing voice of his, confused as to what route he should take. Enduring this, or chickening out sooner than expected. Such a brat, he knows either way he’s getting all of his mamas attention and affection either way.

You’re going to take advantage of him all soft like this for you. “Well I’m not sure baby, do I have to stop or can you take more for me?”, and he’s gritting his teeth, this love hate relationship he has with pleasing you. “Damnit! I can momma🥺!”, he whimpers and it’s wholesome how he tries to stay macho while completely submitting to your pleasurably sick will. “Good job baby, I love you sweetie”, and he might just cum again from hearing you say that.

🌸Itachi🌸

Sfw

Shit man, Itachi spent the majority of his childhood having big people stress levels. He’s the most childish mf you’ve ever met!

He loves to play. As in actively play with you outside. If you happen to get sent of missions with him, he has a line up of games in his head for the two of you to enjoy as you travel, ranging from tag, to hide and seek, and other games. You’re not the biggest fan of tag because he always wins and it’s not fair. But if you don’t play with him, he sulks a little, and wants to be all of over you some affection to soothe his aching soul. 🙄

Won’t bother to clean up his act when the rest of the group is around, or even other people. The Uchiha slaughterer will gladly snuggle up against you, hold your hand, rub his cheek against yours and hug you even in public, no matter the place or time.

He really feels like he can connect with you over moments so special where you play with him and entertain his existence.

He feels so special when you cook and clean for him, bowing very low to show his gratitude before giving you and giant bear hug.

Nsfw

I’m sorry but it’s no playing around with Itachi in this category of things. “Uh uh, more. Keep going mamas”, he whispers in your ear, his voice so deep and rugged from the constant panting, “If you want me to stop you’re going to cum one more time”, he promises, just like he did the last two times you came, and you believed him, nodding your head in desperation, “god! Itachi! “, you’re screaming, so dumb and overwhelmed when Itachi chuckles to him self, wrapping his arms around you to press you against his chest, his hips still thrusting at the same steady pace. Deep and slow. “Yes mammaa! Let go, it’s fine, it’s okay shhhh”, he hushes you, holding you tight against him as you violently convulse in his arms.

Loves to fuck standing, simply to watch you struggle to stay up. The more dependent you become, the better.

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mayhem-neverending · 4 months

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The Big Bad Wolf

Part XI

Word Count: 4,228

Warnings: Mentions of death

Note: Lights, Camera, Action! Don't mind the beginning, please and thanks. And Obito is in this part, don't worry.

Once again sitting across from him, Kakashi had the space to collect himself. He was internally reeling from your warmth and delicious smell, the ghost of your touch lingering in his hair. You appeared largely unaffected, but happy with the interaction.

A buzzing from his pocket stole his attention. He pulled it out and opened it, seeing a string of notifications. Two were from Genma, one was from Guy. He opened Guy’s first.

Rival!! I just heard you came to your paramour’s rescue!!! Is it true!!?? You are truly HEROIC!!

Kakashi opted to ignore that for the moment and opened Genma’s messages.

I thought you said you guys werent together

does that mean ur coming to my bday party too?

An irritated sigh exited his nose. His irritation clashed, however, with the excitement he felt from your conversation. He tucked his phone away without bothering to answer and only smiled at your questioning brow.

“How did Obito like meeting Hikaru?” He asked pleasantly.

“I think he was a little unsure at first, but he came around towards the end I think,”

“That sounds about right,”

“I really need you to get him a phone. I would hate for me or Hikaru to be sick and I don’t have any way to get a hold of him,”

“Makes sense. I’ll look into it tomorrow,”

“Thanks,”

You mirrored Kakashi as he sipped his sake. He looked around briefly before asking, “You don’t happen to have any of that food you were talking about earlier, do you?”

“No, I left it all with Obito. Are you hungry?”

“A little,”

“Well, I’m sure Obito’ll be happy to see you,” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Kicking me out?”

“Never. I just think it would be good for him to see you. He’s been doing a lot better, and I think he’d be proud to show you his progress,”

He thought for a moment. “Not tonight. I’ll make some time tomorrow though, okay?”

You grinned. “That’d be great, Kakashi.”

“And you’re welcome to my fridge, if you want. I don’t really have the energy to cook right now,”

“What do you have?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Go look,”

He kept his drink in his hand while he got up to look. You followed him, your own drink in one hand and phone in the other. You set them down and hoisted yourself onto the counter. You settled yourself and opened up your phone. You hadn't heard it go off but you figured you might as well check.

You were glad you did. There was a message from Hina, your cousin… And a missed call from Toma, but you weren’t going to give that one any of your energy.

hey no worries here im with my aunt. the one w dementia near the border. Ill lyk if anything happens but im sure itll all be okay

thanks for worrying abt me tho. r u coming when I give birth still? im due in like 2 weeks

“Fuck,”

Kakashi looked back at you from where he was bent over, placing a bake-able tupperware container in the oven. “Hm? What’s wrong,”

“A. I forgot I told Hina I would be there when she gave birth, and B. She didn’t take my warning seriously… The upside is that she isn’t near her husband’s compound, though. She’s on the western border, closest to us.”

“You should tell her to stay there. It’ll be easier to extract her in case of an emergency.”

You did just that, and told her you would try to find a sitter for Hikaru so you could be there for her. To her it was just a loving family member there to help her; for you it was an extra set of eyes and capable hands there to protect her. If the Zen’in Clan stirred up trouble, like they always did when things didn’t go in their favor, it would compromise the safety of her and her baby.

“Would I be able to take off for that?” You asked Kakashi, who was leaning against the counter opposite you, his feet crossed at the ankle in front of him.

“For her baby’s birth?”

“Yeah,”

He tilted his chin down and his thin brows furrowed. “I don’t know, Y/n. It would be incredibly dangerous for you to go into a country that is in such a politically tumultuous state right now,”

You grumbled, but didn’t push the subject further. You would have to play it by ear, anyway.

The next morning your son woke you extra early. He wasn't allowed to go to school until twenty-four hours after his fever had subsided, so you had convinced your grandma to take him for the day before you had gone to bed.

You got up slowly and went about your usual routine. The morning was incredibly bright from the sun reflecting off the surface of the white snow. Before you left, you tried to find a pair of sunglasses, but only found Hikaru’s half-bent ones. He didn’t care for your attempt at putting them in his toy bin and took them from you, smashing them on his face until they balanced enough for him to walk around with them.

Your grandma was closer to the forest than the daycare was, so you had taken a little extra time getting out the door. You styled your hair differently and chose a nicer set of warm clothes - a more fitted sweater and jeans. You wouldn’t admit it, but you knew deep down who you were trying to look nice for.

The walk took longer than you had anticipated since you had forgotten to factor in Hikaru’s desire to stomp around in the freshly fallen snow. You let him dig his toes in and drag his feet and shove his little hands in it in wonder; choosing to be patient and appreciate the sheer joy lighting up his chubby face.

Waiting in the front window, your grandmother watched as you two approached until you opened the front gate. She opened the door and called for Hikaru with a delighted smile.

“My boy! I haven’t seen you in what feels like 50 years!” She exclaimed dramatically.

He wasn’t giving her any attention, opting to plop straight down into the snow and giggle. You shook your head with a smile and hoisted him up, effectively covering yourself in the snow that came with him.

You handed him off to your grandma, told her you loved her and kissed Hikaru on both cheeks, repeating the same phrase to him. You waved goodbye and made a swift exit.

Obito was worried you might not make it But there he was, standing in his window, watching you take dramatically large steps as you trudged through the deep snow. The scene put a massive grin on his face. He courteously opened his front door for you when got close enough.

“Good morning,” you untied your boots on the front step, sliding your feet out and hopping into the cottage.

“Good morning!” He replied cheerily, shutting the door behind you.

“Somebody’s in a good mood,”

He thought you were being sarcastic, but you smiled up at him warmly, even if it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You smacked the snow off your boots and pulled them inside, letting him close the door behind you. Instead of your usual route to the kitchen, you veered off the path and tossed yourself on the couch.

“Walking in that snow really wore me out,”

He playfully rolled his eyes. “So, that means you get to slack off on the clock?”

“Of course,” you patted the seat next to you with a little smile. “Come slack off with me?”

He settled onto the cushion next to you, turning his body so that he was facing you. A comfortable silence surrounded the two of you for a few short minutes. He studied your profile while you stared at the fire, obviously lost in thought.

“I had an interesting evening after I left yesterday,”

“Oh?”

“My ex’s new girlfriend harassed me outside of the apothecary, then Kakashi shows up and tells me that Akujia has outlawed all forms of chakra control!”

“Shit, are you serious?” he leans back, his smile slipping.

“Dead,”

“That is not good,”

You nodded in agreement. “My cousin, Hina, still lives there, but when I told her she should consider moving here she just kinda blew me off. She doesn’t - I don’t know how to put this without seeming like an ass - but she… lac- has chosen.. not to.. hone.. her critical thinking skills. God I sound like a shitty person, but in short, I’m genuinely worried about her and her baby,”

“Is she a chakra-user?”

“No, but her baby is the heir of the Zen’in clan,”

His brows shot up and he made a face like he was impressed. “No shit? Good for her,”

His comment lightened the mood, and you threw him a playful smile. “I know, right? She’s really got it made. Her husband not only loves her, like, intensely, but he’s loaded, attractive, and with the servants, the girl never even has to lift a finger,”

“Hm, does sound pretty nice,” he rested the side of his head on the back of the couch. “Is that what you want?”

“Which part?”

You enjoyed your view of him. His black hair, which needed another trim, was still moussed up a bit from sleep, and the depth of his eyes was revealed in the stream of sunlight illuminating him. The warmth of the sun softened his sharp features, and he looked absolutely charming the way he was smiling at you. He licked his lips before he spoke, drawing your attention to them. Despite being slightly chapped, you thought they looked awfully silky. You briefly wondered what he would do if you reached out and touched them.

“Attractive, loaded, the servants - is that what you want in a man?”

The seriousness of his tone had you giggling. You shook your head ‘no’. “The love part is the most important to me. I don’t particularly want servants, but money is definitely a perk. I like feeling financially secure, for sure,”

“Attractiveness?”

You raised your brow. He was looking at you attentively, like this was a very important conversation. It made you feel a little weird, but you answered honestly, “In general, I find a lot of people attractive, but in an objective way. I rarely find people that I’m attracted to. And that’s what’s important to me. Someone could tell me they don’t think who I’m dating is all that good looking, but it doesn’t matter all that much to me, because I’m attracted to them as a whole person, y’know? Not just their looks,”

He nodded like you had just given him some profound insight. You, now curious because of his strange behavior, turned the question around on him. “What is important to you in a woman?”

You rested your cheek on your fist. He looked a bit scattered at having been asked the same thing. “Uh, well,”

He cleared his throat and looked away from you. In a flat tone, he muttered, “Dunno, haven’t really thought about it,”

A frown tugged at your lips and you looked at him in puzzlement. “In all your life, you haven’t really thought about it?”

With downcast eyes, he replied, “That’s a conversation for another day,”

You nodded, accepting his answer for the time being. You stood and stretched your arms over your head. “Well, it’s pretty late, how about brunch?”

“Whatever you want,” he replied with a shrug, easing back into his lighter tone.

“I love it when you say that,” you winked.

He followed you into the kitchen in his normal fashion, leaning against the counter-top and taking up your precious little prep space. It didn’t matter how many times you had to move him around the kitchen while you worked, he always stayed if he wasn’t preoccupied with anything else.

He made himself comfortable, folding his arms over his chest and leaning heavily into the counter. He looked intimidating like this sometimes; his mouth set in a firm line while he silently watched.

He wore a black t-shirt, rather than his usual long-sleeve, and you wondered once again about his arms being two completely different colors. What really caught your attention, though, was the muscle definition. You had a hard time tearing your gaze away from the well defined-lines; only narrowly avoiding him catching you by quickly reaching beside him to grab a cutting board.

“I’m thinking extra protein today. How about Eggs Benedict, but make it with chicken cause we don’t have ham?”

“Hm, as long as you fry the chicken like you did last time, I’m game,”

“Oh, that was a new recipe. You liked that?”

“Oh, yeah,” he replied mischievously. “I liked it, ‘like a lot’,”

“You little shit,” you said with a grin.

He laughed at your expense, but you enjoyed his teasing. He was absolutely wonderful to be around whenever he wore his goofy grin. For the first time, you blushed when he aimed it at you.

Feeling a little hot and a host of butterflies in your stomach, you looked away from him and busied yourself with starting brunch. He talked to you about a new quilting project he was sketching out while you pulled everything you needed out. He was animated, drawing the shapes in the air with his finger in an attempt to better convey his vision.

You told him to just get the paper he drew it on with a laugh, and he went off into the living room in search of it among the scraps. You shook your head to yourself, wondering how you could be so happy just listening about his excitement over his project.

You were beginning to remove the bones from the raw chicken when your phone started to ring loudly. Your bag was in the living room so you asked Obito to grab it really quickly for you. He trotted over with it and you asked him who it was.

“Uh, Hina. That’s your cousin, right?”

Anxiety flared in your chest, “Answer it, put it on speaker, please,”

He answered and clicked the speaker button, standing close to you and holding it near your face so you could speak clearly into it. You answered, “Hey,”

“Hi,” she answered in an unnaturally high, broken pitch and you immediately stopped what you were doing, your body stilling while your heart-rate increased.

“Hina?” You asked slowly.

“I-” she cut herself off with a sudden burst of loud, uncontrollable sobbing.

You dropped your knife and pushed Obito over with your hip to get access to the sink. You turned it on and called her name again, but it only caused her to let out a guttural sob that pierced straight through your chest. You hurriedly washed your hands and wiped them on your jeans, grabbing the phone from Obito.

“Hey, hey, Hina? What’s going on?”

You heard shaky breathing on the other end and assumed she was attempting to get enough control to speak, but only seconds later she let out another sharp cry. Your wide eyes met with Obito’s. Something bad happened, obviously, and your mind conjured up image after cruel image. Your hands began to shake almost imperceptibly as adrenaline coursed through you.

“Hina, sweetie. I’m right here. Please, can you tell me what’s going on?”

“I-”

“Take a deep breath with me?”

She made a noise and you started. “In… out…”

After a single breath, she screeched, “They killed him!”

Her uncontrollable sobs were let loose once again, cut up by sharp, ragged breaths. “The. Oh God..-”

On the other end you heard retching, and your hand unconsciously covered your mouth. Your heart dropped into your stomach and your shaking worsened. Your feet were glued to the floor, eyes unfocused on the cabinet in front of you. All of your senses dulled except your hearing, focusing so you could catch any words she tried to get out between heaves. Every noise she made was amplified and rang in your ears.

In between her heaving she breathlessly got out, “The clan… The meeting..”

You assumed she finished vomiting and you listened to her struggle to breathe in and out. “They massacred the clan! Javi’s dead!”

“Where are you?” you asked urgently.

“Still-still with my aunt,”

“Stay there, do you hear me?”

“But-”

“Stay. There. I will come get you,”

There was complete silence on the other end of the line. You waited with baited breath, staring into nothing.

You had never heard her sound smaller than when she asked, “How long?”

You had to pause for a moment; your mind blanking as her voice gutted you. As quickly as you could, you did the math in your head, your heart aching for her. “Two days,”

She sniffled, and a tremor of fear rang through her voice as she asked, “You promise?”

“I promise,” you replied with sincerity.

After a beat, you calmly said, “I have to make a couple calls, okay?”

“I’m scared,” she cried.

“I’m so, so sorry, Hina. This should have never happened to you, and I know it’s hard, but you need to stay as calm as you can for your baby, okay?”

She cried softly on the other end. After a long pause she finally said, “Okay,”

“I’m hanging up now. I’ll be in contact with you later.” You hit the ‘end call’ button, almost missing from the shaking of your hands.

Immediately, you called Kakashi. You finally regained the ability to move, and paced up and down the room as the phone rang. It rang and rang.. and went to voicemail. You took the phone away from your ear and fervently hit the call button again. Your pace increased as it rang and you held the phone in an iron-grip.

He answered. “Hey, I can’t really-”

“They killed the Zen’in clan,” you blurted.

Before he had a chance to respond, you hurriedly gave him the short version of your previous call. There was muted talking in the background and a short, agonizing silence before he spoke to you again.

“Listen, I can’t just send you out on your own. This isn’t just a matter of family; the Zen’in are important people and your cousin is carrying the last living member as far as we’re aware. I have no doubt that someone will come after her to finish the job they started if they find out she’s still alive,”

“Obito can come with me,” you rushed out before your mind could even process.

“Y/n. I can’t. He’s on house arrest, the council-”

“They don’t have to know. Besides, he’s stronger than the rest of the jounin, and everyone’s busy. Please, Kakashi,” you reasoned.

You looked at Obito out of the corner of your eye, and slowly registered that his eyes were glossed over. He likely wasn’t hearing any of your conversation.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “Y/n,”

Hina’s broken sobs reverberated in your mind, and a sense of desperation rose from your chest into your throat.

Your voice broke as you begged, “Please,”

Silence, and then, “Go home, change into your uniform, and bring your gear. Pack a separate civilian outfit. Meet me back at Obito’s when you’re done. No more than two hours; this has to be done quickly,”

“Yes, sir. Thank you,”

You pulled your phone away to end the call when he asked, “What will you do with Hikaru?”

“Fuck!” You raked your fingers over your scalp.

“Just. Fucking Toma can take him,”

“Are you sure?”

You huffed in frustration. “He won’t listen to me if I try to talk to him, but no one else can keep him for four plus days. Can you- would you call him at work or something? Please, for me? He’d probably listen to you,”

“Okay, I’ll try,”

“Thank you.” You hung up the phone.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. When you opened them, Obito was standing in front of you. His face was deeply lined with worry. He hesitantly reached out in an attempt to comfort you, but stopped midway, unsure of himself. You breached the gap, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and burying your face into his chest.

“That was…” he trailed off.

He awkwardly tried to comfort you by patting your shoulder while his other arm circled around your back. The exchange was brief; you backed away and hastily made for your coat and boots by the front door. While shoving your feet in your boots, you vaguely heard him trailing after you.

“Less than two hours,” you said, now slinging on your coat.

“What?”

“I’ll be back here in less than two hours. Kakashi’s coming, so be ready to go,”

“Ready to go?”

You stopped unlatching the door and looked at him over your shoulder, becoming frustrated as you felt the clock ticking. “Yes, Obito. You’re coming with me. Have an outfit packed, I assume Kakashi will bring the rest of what you need,”

He stared at you with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, but you chose not to respond. Instead, you flung open the door and slammed it shut behind you. You sprinted through the snow covered path to your apartment, and, when you hit the village, you jumped between the rooftops despite the snow, hurrying as fast as you could.

In your apartment, you ripped your closet door open and pulled out a few storage bins that contained all of your shinobi equipment. It was one of the few things from your past you fought Toma tooth and nail to keep, and you could never have been more grateful to your past self for standing her ground.

You found your winter uniform at the bottom of the second bin. You pulled on a black, long-sleeve compression shirt. Over that you wore your kusari gusoku, or the protective chain-mail most ninja wore under their clothes. You pulled on the standard pants with leggings underneath for added warmth, and black boots. You added a thin, but incredibly warm, water resistant hooded jacket that clung to you comfortably.

Taking a seat on your bed, you added white tape to your leg. While rolling it on, you smacked your hand against something hard. You reached into one of your many pockets and to your surprise, found a hidden kunai mechanism; a spring-loaded wire that allows the user to extend and retract kunai from their sleeve instantly. You placed it back where you found it, just in case, and finished the wrappings.

Instead of the regular issued sandals, you pulled on the lesser used, but still military issued, black boots. They formed to your feet perfectly - they had always been your favorite pair of shoes, and the feeling brought in a wave of memories. You had to push them away while you continued, but the nostalgia lingered.

Tying the hitai-ate around your neck was the last piece of the puzzle. The weight of it felt right, a familiar heaviness that steadied your racing thoughts. You wanted to look in your full length mirror, but knowing you would distract yourself, you readied your weapons, tools, and pack first. They were all in one place, so it took only a few minutes to distribute what you needed to your pockets and the rest to your bag. Before you decided to call it good, you went into your bathroom and tossed in some of your first aid stuff, since your old kit hadn’t been touched in years.

Packing a couple outfits (an extra for Hina, just in case), shoes, and basic everyday necessities took up the rest of your time. The apartment looked like a tornado had run through it when you had finally closed the zipper, but you hardly glanced at it. You pulled your bag strap over your shoulder, and an overwhelming sense of anxiety slammed into your gut.

As if in a trance, you went back into your bedroom closet, and pulled out one of Hikaru’s baby blankets and an old swaddle. In the back of your mind you reprimanded yourself for using up space for something that would likely prove useless, but you couldn’t help yourself. Your anxiety had always led you to pack for ‘just in case’ scenarios, and you wouldn’t be changing this time.

Before you put it back on, you allowed yourself one glance in the mirror. The woman who stared back at you was a person you had never expected to see again. Tears welled in your eyes because for the first time in years, you fully recognized the person in the mirror. There was hardly any change, physically. You looked a little older, the dark circles under your eyes a little darker, your hands a little softer, maybe even a little wiser, but all in all, you looked like you, again. Or at least a version you had loved.

You covered your mouth as a quiet, relieved sob spilled out. You blamed your tears on your heightened emotions, and quickly wiped them away. You gave your reflection a watery smile, and waved at yourself like you were greeting an old friend. You tore yourself away before you could get lost in it and headed back to Obito’s.

Part XII

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Our Futures

Pairing: Obito Uchiha x Fem Reader

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

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

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

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sweet dreams, Lord Hokage."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's alright Y/N-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't take too long."

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

"What is it, Y/N?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-You've had these?"

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

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

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

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

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

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yowyowyaoi · 6 months

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*a few hours after an argument, Deidara goes into the bedroom to find Obito quietly reading a book*

Deidara: Hey, Obi … come out to the living room, please.

Obito: I’m really not up to fighting anymore, Dei. If you want to belittle me some more can you at least wait until I’ve recharged a bit?

Deidara: Obito, please? Just come out here!

*Obito sighs and gets to his feet. He shuffles into the living room and is surprised; there are orange and purple lights hung up everywhere, fake cobwebs strung over the tables and chairs, and a variety of foods by the couch*

Obito: W-what is all this?

Deidara: I’m … sorry, hm. I didn’t realize how selfish I sounded before. Even if I don’t like Halloween, YOU do, hm. I had no right to call your favorite holiday “stupid”. You do everything for me. So I’m going to make you the best spooky celebration ever!

Deidara: *takes his hand and pulls him to the couch*

Deidara: I bought your favorite candy, and soda, and I made those popcorn balls you said your mom made at Halloween when you were a kid, hm. I’ve got a couple of scary movies set up for us to watch. And when those are over, it’ll be about time for trick or treating to start. I figure we can leave a bowl of candy on the porch and we can go out in costumes, walk around and stuff.

Obito:

Obito: *hugs Deidara to him hard* I love you.

Deidara: *smiles* You’d better, Uchiha.

Obito: *picks up a popcorn ball* These look great! Er … before I bite into one … you didn’t set any of these up to explode, did you?

Deidara: Explode? Me? You think I’d do that to your food? *kisses his cheek* You’re a funny man, hm.

Obito: So you promise I’m okay to eat these?

Deidara: Yep!

Obito: *takes a caution nibble of a popcorn ball; it’s fine*

Deidara: But the bowl of candy I’m planning on leaving out for the trick or treaters … let’s just say I think this will be the last year this house gets egged, hm! *laughs crazily*

Obito:

Deidara: Now … which scary movie do you want to watch first?

Obito:

Obito: I … I think I’m already watching one …

#obidei #obito x deidara #obito uchiha #deidara #halloween #halloween 2023 #screw “watching” … baby if you’re married to Deidara you’re IN a scary movie 🙃

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belit0 · 9 months

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Hello there! Would it be possible to have #10 for Obito? Please and thank you ^-^

NSFW PROMPTS!

10) Obito has a crush on the cute librarian that is reader, but never made a move on them. One day, Obito is dragged into a strip club. Obito is whining about being there until their eyes lock on the best stripper in the club, who happens to be reader.

As a bonus, this is part 3 of my mafia AU.

If Obito wants to be part of the family business, he'll have to put in the effort. Or so says his rigid and structured uncle Madara.

Since his great-grandfather founded the company, Izuna and Madara had been the first to join the business, assisting Indra as his first two pawns. No one in the family knows what the business is about, not until you're finally a part of it. Everything is kept secret, and the only thing the younger Uchiha know is that whatever they do generates a lot of money.

Obito, as the next in line to become part of the corporation, hoped Izuna would spare some mercy. His two uncles had been forced by Indra to study a career in finance and international commerce before they could be part of the company, and bound not to tell anything about their work to the family once their grandfather accepted and gave them jobs.

Madara became his right-hand man, and Izuna was in charge of training all the newcomers. Hundreds of Uchiha joined the family business each year, but the main branch of the family was the one that genuinely mattered, and the one Indra expected would work for him.

When Obito found himself finishing high school, he believed Izuna would excuse him for being his nephew, and give him a job without having to study. "Ha! Silly boy, you remind me of me when I was your age... Good luck!" Incredulity was his only reaction when this one had no compassion, and sent him to pursue the same career he and Madara had to study to be accepted by his great-grandfather.

Frustrated, he had no choice but to enroll in university, start a career he didn't like, and study by force just to avoid disappointing his family. He would prove to everyone he could do it, and get the stupid degree to get his stupid job.

He didn't even know what all the knowledge he was forcibly absorbing would do for him, or how he would implement it later, since he had no idea what his family was involved in. Internally, he was convinced pursuing such a position in the company was only to find out once and for all where they got so much wealth, and why they were so rich.

His studies were paid for entirely by his grandfather, Indra having more money than life and no problem financing the education of his entire immediate family. For this very reason, dropping out was not an option.

He had only one single exam left before he was done with all his studies, and it was the most important test of all. So close is the final stretch he can even see it, feel it, and fantasize about the pleasure he will feel when shoving his college degree in Izuna's face.

Drowning in books and papers, Obito stares at his iPad screen in confusion, his head so burned and overwhelmed he can not understand what he reads. He has spent more than three hours straight without looking at his phone or opening Tiktok, desperate to learn everything he couldn't in the last semester of school.

He was never a good student, and at this moment he regretted it. Asking his younger cousins for help was out of the equation, the three of them just starting the same career he's about to finish. If he asked Itachi he'd probably have answers, but he didn't want to lose pride in front of his little cousin.

He scratches his eyes while leaning back in his chair, elbows resting on his desk and crumpling about three notebooks under them. He's sick of looking at the same wall for hours now, and decides he needs a break. He grabs everything he needs and stuffs it hatefully into a backpack, sick of studying, then leaves his apartment in search of a different place.

He doesn't know where exactly he wants to go, if maybe he feels up for a coffee shop or a restaurant, a public park or the house of one of his friends. He could stop by Kakashi's workplace, relax a bit and then try again, but his legs are moving aimlessly.

With his headphones in his ears and music blaring, he stumbles head-on into a library. He's never set foot in one, never visited such a place, and never had so many books around him. Well, maybe yes, in his great-grandfather's private library located in his mansion, but that was all.

Obito curiously walks in, unsure of how to proceed in such an establishment. He observes the place from the entrance, but feels uncomfortable to show he has no idea how to act around the place, and decides to fake it until he makes it.

With his backpack over his shoulder and music in his ears, he tries to pass the security turnstiles as if he knew his way and finds the metal tube won't budge. Embarrassed, he looks around, hoping no one has seen this. He tries again, but the same thing happens repeatedly, and he has no way to get in.

Feeling stupid, he decides to leave the premises and pretend nothing is wrong, but when he turns around to walk, he comes face to face with the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. She's wearing a vest with her name on it, (Y/N), as he reads, and manages to make Obito forget how to talk.

"You need to leave your backpack in one of our lockers before you can get in, otherwise I can't allow you." Her voice sounded angelic, sweet, calm, but the Uchiha could do no more than stammer a weak "sorry" and run off.

He didn't manage to study that day, and he didn't pass his exam either, but having to retake the class gave him the perfect excuse to go back to the library and see her again.

(Y/N) looked like a lovely, quiet, attractive woman. Her features were dreamy, her hair beautiful, and her eyes stood out among beautiful skin. Obito had a few opportunities to see her up close, and he fell more and more in love. She seemed to be one of those persons everyone adores, and every time he heard her talking to a customer he was sure her voice conveyed pure patience. If he had to guess, he believed her to be just as introverted and shy as he was, and chose to think that was the only reason she didn't approach him.

His routine had become going to the place, sitting at the table closest to the front desk, and pretending to read. He would pick up books of which he wouldn't even read the titles, solely to pretend he was doing something and keep his hands busy, making his alibi look real.

He grew to be a frequent presence, and it was she who greeted him every afternoon when he arrived at the library. Obito would smile shyly, producing a small wave with his hand, not daring to utter a word in front of her.

He felt awkward, clumsy, uncomfortable, weird, and hated not having the courage to declare his attraction, ask for her number, or even to talk to her in general, but being able to see her every day was enough, and gave him something to be excited and expectant about every afternoon.

He never dared to talk to her, not even small talk, but it was enough for him to see her, even if only from afar.

Months passed, Obito finally succeeded in his last exam and ran out of reasons to go. Indra agreed to take him into the company, gave him a position, and his uncle Izuna took it upon himself to train him privately. It turned out that there was no such company, the image of the family business was just a lie to cover up the reality of the job.

His great-grandfather ran one of the most important mafias in the country, and Madara was his right-hand man. They were in competition with another group, which was causing problems. All the Uchiha who annually joined the business were trained with weapons and violence, always ready to fight against the biggest enemy: the Senju.

When Obito was finally ready not to need Izuna by his side all the time, learned how to shoot, use a knife, and kill if necessary, his uncle wanted to celebrate in his own style: by going to a strip club.

The younger Uchiha was not at all comfortable with the idea, reluctant from the start, but he had no say whatsoever in the face of Izuna's insistence. His uncle had a talent for convincing people about whatever he wanted, and he understood why Indra chose him for all negotiations with potential clients.

Forced against his will, he was bundled into his trainer's car, and taken to the most expensive bar in the whole city. A place where only the big guns go, and the tips for the dancers don't go below $5,000.

As he enters the place, he has the urge to cover his face, shield his eyes and run away, but Izuna slaps him on the back and pushes him forward. "Come on, little boy, it's time for you to face reality. I bet you're still a virgin, hm?" his uncle laughs out loud, and with the beauty of both Uchiha, it's not long before women are swarming around them like flies to honey.

The atmosphere is filled with smoke, the smell of alcohol and drugs. There are burly men pouncing on women, people drinking questionable things, and he can even visualize a table full of white powder. It may have been the place for high-net-worth people, but it looked like a sleazy dump.

Handsome, wealthy men are all these women are looking for, and Obito feels dirty, used. He follows his uncle with his head down, sitting in front of the catwalk where a dancer gives a pole show. He can only stare at the floor, ignoring any attempt at contact they offer.

Next to him, Izuna is abducted by three women at the same time, with two under each arm and one on his lap. The Uchiha seems to be famous on the spot, and his wallet quickly begins to empty. "Madara’s going to hate me, but all will be settled with tomorrow's deal, right big guy?" he shouts over the music, trying to communicate with his nephew.

Tomorrow was an important day, the first heavy negotiation Indra would allow him to observe. Remembering the event suddenly makes him nervous, and he doesn't notice when the spectacle in front of him changes. The music playing is different, and a new girl walks down the catwalk.

The woman moves deftly, stealing everyone's gaze and wearing lingerie far too revealing. Almost nothing is left to the imagination, and Izuna whistles insinuatingly, making the girls who stand with him jealous.

Obito is the only one who refuses to enjoy the show, and the woman can't seem to allow it. Positioning herself in front of him, she sits down on the catwalk, to seconds later stand on the floor in her huge heels. A soft hand with sharp acrylic nails takes him by the chin and forces him to look up.

When they connect gazes, the world seems to stop.

The beautiful (Y/N), with her breasts almost in the air and very little fabric covering her most intimate areas, looks at him in panic.

They both gape, not knowing what to say, paralyzed, while the music continues to play in the background. The expectant men begin to boo her for not continuing with the show, and all she can do is run away.

Obito, in the adrenaline of the moment, tries to chase her, but a huge security guy stops him before he can enter the dressing room where the girl took refuge.

#obito uchiha x reader #uchiha obito x reader #obito x reader #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #izuna #obito #uchiha clan #mafia au #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #madara uchiha #uchiha madara

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vulpisnocturna · 10 months

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NSFW alphabet for Obito please *~*

Aww, the secret sweetheart <3 Here we go. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Obito is an absolute simp. You will find him cooking you breakfast in the morning, burning the eggs. But it’s the thought that counts, right? He will want to cuddle with you and will probably require you to hold him like the baby he is inside. Props if you play with his hair and he can put his head on your chest or your thighs. To be honest, he will try to provide aftercare, but you will have to baby him too. He’s clingy AF. And he gets incredibly soppy after, telling you how much he loves you and how you saved him over and over again.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obito likes his height a lot. He loves hugging you and putting his chin on the top of your head. It makes him feel as though he’s protecting you. He loves bear hugging you. As for you, there isn’t something about you he doesn’t find absolutely perfect. You are practically a goddess in his eyes. He’s the type of person who would stand outside your window with a stereo and a dozen roses and try to write poetry about you (he’s not that good with it, but you think it’s cute).

Obito is definitely a boobs guy. He loves putting his hand under your shirt when you two spoon so he can hold onto one of your boobs for comfort. He will also ask you a ridiculous number of times if he can lie down with his head on your chest. He thinks your boobs are so soft and comfortable.

when he fucks you, though, his attention to your boobs is almost obsessive. He will leave hickeys on them, lick your nipples, suck them until you’re a moaning mess, grazing them with his teeth until you can’t help but beg him because they’re too hypersensitive.

‘Just a little more, love. Give me another moan’ he’ll say, pushing his thigh between your legs to make you chase your own release.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Guess what. You already know it. The Uchiha breeding kink is back. And it’s pretty strong with this one. Obito will always fuck you a second time after cumming inside you, just to push his own cum further into you. He wants you filled to the brim, and he will get so feral watching it he will not last long. When he fucks your mouth, he loves cumming on your tits.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a bit of a yandere. He will spy on you, probably watched you sleep and stole at least one of your panties from your drawer. He has that stalkerish vibe about him. Definitely keeps tabs on all your guy friends and gets into fist fights with them. He’s a bit insecure that you might fall for one of them instead.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Obito doesn’t have that much experience. He doesn’t trust easily after all he’s been through, so he rarely got into those situations. However, he’s been with two or three people before you. He dedicates himself to finding out what you like and he can learn quickly.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Definitely likes having you on his lap or cowgirl so he can fuck into you and watch your tits bounce with every thrust, as well as seeing all of your body in front of him.

He likes seeing your expression as you grind on him, feeling like you want him and crave him, feeling as though he can make you feel good.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Obito can definitely act like a clown (cough cough Tobi) but when he’s fucking you, he’s completely entranced. He will lose his jokes and easy-going attitude and become serious.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Obito tries his best to keep clean, especially with the scar tissue. He tries to keep his skin moisturised so it doesn’t feel calloused and rough under your fingers. He definitely forgets to trim his downstairs area sometimes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Obito is the ultimate simp. He will light candles on the bedside tables, pour you a glass of wine and gaze at you adoringly before he slowly takes off your clothes and takes his sweet time letting you know how much he loves all of you.

Alternatively, when he’s feeling possessive and jealous, he will spare no time in ripping the clothes off of you and lifting you onto the kitchen counter before he fucks you roughly until you’re both panting, heads buried in each other’s necks.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Obito definitely masturbates at the thought of you even outside of a relationship. That man’s been pining for you since he first saw you, and he’s taking every chance to let out his frustrations with a few fantasies.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He wants to hear you say you’re his. He is jealous and possessive, and telling him that he’s the only one and that no one else can fuck you as well as he does sends him spiralling towards a mind-blowing orgasm.

He’s also big on praise kink. He does it for you as much as for himself. He likes telling you how good you are and how no one knows how loudly you moan for him. He likes hearing you whisper pleas and seeing you come undone when he marks your skin with lovebites.

He’s also on the edging train: if he gets jealous, sees you talking to some other guy and being a little too friendly, he will definitely sit you on his lap and use his fingers to bring you close to your breaking point over and over again, until he’s satisfied that you’ve been reminded you’re his.

‘No one gets to see you like this, begging and begging until I give you what you want. Do you want my cock? Do you want me to fuck you until you scream my name and beg me to cum inside you?’

He wants to hear you cry out with desperate longing so badly he will go absolutely feral on you. Expect sore muscles and ruined makeup.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Obito doesn’t want anyone to see him without his mask and clothes on, so he’ll only let loose when you two are alone. He would also never allow anyone to see your naked body. That’s something only he can see.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything ranging from you breathing to you getting down to suck him off after a long day. If you wear a skimpy outfit for him, he will definitely pounce on you, fling you on his shoulder and take you to bed.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ranging from threesomes to exhibitionism, that’s a hard pass.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves the feeling of your lips around his cock. He loves when you look up at him and moan when he fucks your mouth. He’ll praise you and tell you just how good you are and how much he wants you to keep going.

‘Swallow all of it for me, and I’ll return the favour, love. That’s it. I can’t wait to lick you and feel how good you taste. That’s my good girl’ he’ll say as he fists your hair and urges you to look at him, panting and groaning in his gravelly voice.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Obito is more often on the slow and sensual side. He will want to savour the feeling of your cunt around his cock, how tight and wet you are as he kisses you slowly, his hands gripping your hips and fondling your breasts.

He’s not against the occasional rough fuck, but don’t expect him to be quick about it. He needs to enjoy you fully.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He won’t have one often. Sex with you is an out of body experience for Obito, and he needs a few hours to make you come undone. He needs you to get so desperate you’d do anything to have him. And then he’ll fuck you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Obito gets shy when he’s asked to do something he’s not confident about. If you have something you want to try, you’ll have to coax it out of him when he’s in the moment, because otherwise, he won’t even be able to look at you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The Hashirama cells did wonders for his stamina. Obito is insatiable. He will want to go for four rounds one after the other, and only when he sees you can’t take any more will he relent.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Obito doesn’t use toys. Neither does his partner. If you want fun, he’s there. Day and night. Just give him his cue and he’ll be happy to satisfy your every need.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Obito doesn’t tease much. He’s too greedy, and he wants to see you cum for him. He loves the sight of it. And he wants to touch you. He can’t keep away for too long. But if he’s in his edging mood, he enjoys getting you to the edge and then denying the orgasm, until you can’t take it anymore.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s definitely vocal, but don’t expect him to be loud with his moans. He will quietly moan and grunt, but he’ll do so pretty quietly. He’ll do anything to let everyone hear you, though.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Obito hates being tied up. He can’t stand the feeling of helplessness, and even if he trusts you, seeing you touch the body he despises so much gets him out of his good mood pretty quickly. He needs to have control of the situation.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Obito’s quite tall and has toned muscles, big palms and slender fingers. His cock is around 6 inches, more thick than long. He’s a grower as well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

When it’s for you, he could stay in bed all day every day. Every time you two are naked in each other’s arms, that’s like a reward to him.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s conked out by the time your fingers start playing with his hair. He is only able to fully let go and relax with you, and when you gently stroke his hair and hold him, his exhaustion washes over him and he’s clinging to you in his sleep.

#fanfiction #writing #naruto #creative writing #uchiha obito #obito uchiha #obito #obito headcanons #obito x you #obito smut #obito imagines #uchiha #uchiha smut #uchiha headcanons

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detectivestucks · 3 months

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A Jealous Hokage IX

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summary: After pushing him away for a week, you start to allow Kakashi back in. His desperation causes things to heat up as you come to the end of your S Rank intel project.

Warnings: NSFW, back door stimulation, squirting, unprotected penetration, hair pulling, light choking.

Word Count: 3.6k

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Sunlight spills into the hall splashing through your office doorway and falls onto your resting eyes. A groggy hand rubs against your lids as you sit up and lift the blanket off your sleepy body.

Time to get back to it.

You head to the locker room to brush your teeth and hair. You quickly rinse your nooks and crannies before dressing in a spare outfit you kept in your office for days like this. You spray perfume on your clothes and head back to your office to pick up where you left off.

Slowly shinobi filter into the building, eyes always lingering as they walk past your office door. Eventually you grab your mug and head to the break room hoping to make some tea and run into Obito.

You feel a wave of relief wash over you when you see him sitting at the table minding his own business.

“Good Morning!”

“‘Morning.”

“What’s with the long face?”

“Nothing.”

“Why didn’t you come visit yesterday? I was looking for you.”

“Why? It’s not like you need me anymore.”

“What?”

“You have your boyfriend to help you.”

“What? Oh, you talking about what happened in the lunchroom?”

Obito stands up to leave. As he walks out he stops next to you and growls in your ear, “If you don’t want people slut shaming you, then make sure no one can hear your moans down the hall.”

He makes to keep leaving when you grab his arm.

He stops and turns to you, eyes full of anger.

You look back at him with deep sadness.

“Obito…”

You see his anger turn to hurt before he rips his arm from your grasp and storms away.

You have been so selfish recently. Too lost in your own emotions to notice the damage you were doing to him. Not even comprehending how he might feel if, after all of this, you don’t choose him.

If you were going to train for the field, you were going to stick to your cousin’s team and not burden Obito. It wasn’t fair to him. You grab your tea and walk back to find a happy Shiho waiting for you in your office.

“Good Morning!”

“Good Morning, Shiho.” you reply with a little less enthusiasm

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m a bad person.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I saw Obito this morning.” You let out a deep sigh allowing the guilt to fill you.

“What did you do?”

“I slept with Kakashi yesterday.”

“You what?!”

“I was just so mad, Jozie and Aoto mouthed off at me and then Kakashi put them in their place, I got all confused and when I went to confront him-”

“You slept with him.”

“Kinda”

“I take it Obito found out.”

“He heard us from down the hall.”

“Down the- What kind of freaky shit are you two up to?”

You give her a look of indignation

“Poor Obito, and after defending you all week.”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you just sleep with him?”

“Shiho!”

“Well I mean, are you single?”

“I don’t know”

“Do you want to break up with Kakashi?”

“I don’t know”

“Do you want to be with Obito?”

“I don’t know”

“Well what do you know?!”

“Nothing! I know nothing! Okay?! I know I have a project to finish and a career to change. That’s all I know.”

Shiho gives you a look of compassion. “Please don’t change your career over this.”

You look at the ground feeling ashamed. “You weren’t there yesterday. They only leave me alone if they can’t see me.”

“Yeah” she sighs, “but it sounds like you didn’t do yourself any favors yesterday.”

You shoot her an angry look.

“What? I can’t joke about it?”

You ignore her and get back to your project. You finished everyone’s work who had neglected their assignments and were pulling the data together into a presentation. Despite all of the time setbacks of the week, you should be finished by midnight. You might even get some decent sleep before tomorrow’s briefing.

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Around midday you hear a knock at your door. You look up to see a timid Kakashi offer to walk you to the lunchroom. You cast your eyes down but accept the invite since you really didn’t want to deal with any drama when you were in such a productive headspace. You would’ve preferred Obito’s company but you couldn’t keep using his friendship like that.

You make your way downstairs and as you step into the space a hush befalls the room. Kakashi keeps his head high and places a hand around your waist while your eyes lock in on the discolored grout beneath your feet.

You hear a growl rumble from Kakashi’s chest and you look up at him. You follow his eyes to see Aoto leering at you. You shoot him a nasty look before pulling Kakashi towards you.

“He gives me the creeps.”

“I’m tempted to strip him of his rank.”

A small laugh escapes you.

Kakashi’s heart skips when he hears it. He made you laugh. He involuntarily pulls you into a hug, cradling your head, at the musical sound. As indignant as you felt, having him be so affectionate in public, it felt nice. It was like old times. You exhale as you sink into it, even reaching around to hug him back.

You walk together to your office and invite him to stay while he eats. He gladly accepts and pulls up a seat next to you. Easy conversation flowed between you. You fill him in on how the project is going and he offers insight into how some of that intel might impact foreign relationships. It was nice. The usual butterflies started to come back as you listened to him. His smooth voice complementing his superb intellect. It was like you never skipped a beat.

Once he finished his meal he makes his way to the door but stops at the threshold. He looks back at you, hesitating. You get up and walk over to him. He reaches down and pulls you into another embrace. When you let go he cups your cheek before giving your forehead a kiss.

You retreat back to your desk with a grin. You felt almost normal. Each time you were with Kakashi things got easier. You felt lighter. Your mind returns to its usual sharpness.

Shiho quietly observes. She begins to understand why you chose Kakashi. He was refined. An intellect like you. Plus the way his love for you dissipates from his skin, it would be hard to say no to him. It made her wonder, were you really prepared to walk away from the office and leave him behind?

You carry on, continuing your work day undisturbed. Even Shiho refrained from speaking, not wanting to disturb you while you were on a roll.

Before you even realized it, the sky was dark. You heard a light knock on the door and your eyes dart up to see Kakashi standing there with a bag in his hand. He had brought you something to eat. You smile at him.

“What, so you assumed I forgot my dinner?”

“Am I wrong?”

“You’re not.”

“And now you know why I’m holding supper.”

You can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips as he enters, placing the bag down in front of you. He steals your officemate’s chair from her desk and brings it next to yours.

“Are you doing okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Is anyone giving you a hard time?”

“Do you really want to know?”

He looks down. “Not really. I’m just worried.”

You reach out and put your hand on his knee. You were struggling with conflicting emotions. You were ready to forgive him but you were still mad. You didn’t want him to feel guilty but you wanted to know just how miserable he made you. You finally felt okay but you were still mourning the loss of your promotion. Mostly though, you just wanted to go back to how it was.

You weren’t ready to express any of that though. Instead in a delicate voice, you whisper,

“Thank you, Kashi.”

He looked up at you, face strained, mind racked with guilt from the events of this week. “Thank you? Why the hell would you thank me?”

“For dinner.” you say firmly

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing as he pushed down the heavy emotions that had bubbled to the surface. You give his knee a squeeze and begin to eat, feeling content with him by your side. Conversation flows just like it did earlier, easy and entertaining. When you were finished he looked around the room as if searching for an excuse to stay.

“I could use some help if you have the time.”

“You sure?”

“I mean, you kinda owe me.”

He didn’t like the joke, but he was happy you made one. Gladly, he placed the trash in a can before waiting for your direction. The one thing you loved about Kakashi is that his work was always immaculate. He was your favorite person to collaborate with. Tidy, organized, intelligent, and always did things to completion. You didn’t have to waste time walking him through what you wanted. You say a general idea and he gives you exactly what you were looking for as if reading your mind. With his excellent workmanship, the two of you finished your S Rank project in just three hours.

You look at him with immense gratitude. Eyes bright, smile sincere, wordlessly thanking him for coming to your rescue. It was a look he couldn’t resist. He yanked down his mask and lunged at you. Your hands went up to meet his face. The two of you stumbling backwards until you were up against the wall. He lifted your leg and you wrapped it around his waist. He began grinding up against you, unable to control himself when he felt the heat coming from between your legs.

You moaned into his mouth feeling passion coursing through your veins. What was it about him that drove you wild? Your fingers grip him, pulling him down by the neck. He pushes himself into you.

He needs you. The idea of losing you destroys him. When your hands explore his skin it burns. When you moan into his mouth he feels his soul set ablaze. When your hands pull his hair he feels his balls tighten. You were his soul mate. He felt it in every fiber of his being. A lifetime of misery was worth it cause it led him to you. Your sweet little heart, your brilliant mind, your breathtaking lips, everything about you is perfect. He is overrun by emotion and wants to ruin you right here and now.

“Off”

“What?” you breathe between kisses.

“All of it, off. Now.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You begin stripping yourself as he does the same. He picks you up and slams you into the wall. Pinning you there as you relent to his strength. You lock your ankles behind him and he can feel arousal begin to leak out of you. He wastes no time sinking his fat aching cock into your entrance. You give a sharp inhale as he intrudes into you. Your puppy eyes thank him for stretching you so.

The look makes him melt. He felt like he couldn’t breathe if his lips weren’t touching yours. He leans into your mouth once more as he begins thrusting up into you. The thrusts were slow and sharp. He pushed into you up to the hilt, knocking your breath out of your lungs each time. The lost air expels into his mouth. He grunts with greed, feeling his mind go blank while you wrap around him.

Slowly he disconnects with reality. He feels himself going feral. His fingers dig into you as his kisses become sloppy. His snaps up into your stretchy cunt grow in speed. The familiar growl swelling in his chest. You felt your earlier butterflies soar as Kakashi spiraled out of control.

His hips buried into you while he removes you from the wall. Hands holding you by your fleshy backside lifting you up and down on his length before dropping you on your desk. You let out a small moan on impact. It only served to rile him up more. He didn’t just want you to moan. His clouded mind wanted you to scream. He grabbed your shoulders and railed into you as hard as he could, driving himself deep. Satisfied grunts are rhythmically pushed out of you.

He switched his grip. One hand bearing down on your throat, the other massaging the little bundle of nerves between your legs. You constrict around him, your walls pulling precum out of his swollen tip.

“That’s it Angel, milk me. Work for my seed.”

You let out a whine as he picks up the pace. Lustful blood pumping through him as he prepares you for his load. But not yet. He needed you to drive you as crazy as you drove him. Your legs twitch around him. You’re falling over the edge and instead of slowing down and letting you have your moment, he selfishly keeps going. You begin screaming, “s’too much Kash!” You volley between screams and cries. He feels his thighs tighten at your struggle. It’s exactly what the wolf wants.

He flips you onto your side, lifting one of your legs to rest by his neck. The other smacking into his muscular legs, your calf grazing his robust buttocks. He spreads you open. Your head is thrown back; you’re overwhelmed by his assault into you. Your spine bows backwards as you are unable to process the stimulation taking over your body.

“Fuckin love this perfect fuckin body!” he say, words mingling with the rhythmic slapping sounds.

As if your back broke you suddenly snap forward, core tight, eyes scrunched, your hands shot up to reach for him. The intensity becomes more than you could handle.

“Oh shit, Kashi.”

You squeal trying to take it. You start thrashing beneath him, nails digging in, starting to draw blood. Animalistic grunts emit from him. Thrusts driving deep into your abdomen. Just as you can’t handle anymore you release with a shower. Kakashi is thrilled as his arm is soaked by your spray.

“That’s it, cum for me Angel” it came out as a greedy rasp

Your eyes are screwed shut and you reply through gritted teeth, “Yes my Lord!”

His chest swells with pride as you call him by his title. You always know just what to say. He pulls you up to kiss you feverishly. It was wet and sloppy, mouths attacking each other. He trails kisses down your cheek and across your jaw before flipping you over.

He bends you across the desk, spreading your cheeks. He sees your puckered rear and can’t resist the urge to lick his pinky before sinking it in. He fishes for your sweet spot.

When you begin mewling, he strokes. You feel breathless from his pleasurable torture. He rubs his length along your juicy folds before reentering causing a guttural groan to fall past your lips.

“Thank you my Lord.” He begins stroking into you “Oh gods thank you!”

He groans at your praise, withdrawing from your back door and gripping your hips tight. He pushes into you causing your thighs to hit against the desk and aggravate the bruises he left on you yesterday. Your body craves the abuse. Your fingers futilely grasp at the cold desktop. There’s nothing to steady yourself as he shakes your body with his hips.

Seeing your struggle, he grabs your arms, pulls them behind you, and restrains you by your elbows, forcing your back into a deep arch. You give an exhausted whine as he finds a new way to torture your body with his skillful strokes.

“I’m going to remind you why you want this.” he snarls. Lost in animalistic lust

All you can do is gasp and drool as he hammers away.

“I’m going to shred up this pretty pussy of yours.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes” You chant for him.

He has you wound so tight you feel you could explode out of your own skin. You constricted around him to the point he thought he would no longer fit and might actually rip you open. You let out a long moan calling to the entire building before you begin to hyperventilate. You turn around and look up at him. Eyes pleading to kiss him some more.

He instead grabbed a fistfull of your hair and pulled you up to his chest, your back pressing into his abs, one arm grabbing your neck, the other snakes around your waist. His primal possession over you made you putty in his arms. There was no more logic as the two of you grunted and groaned together in your office. Two bodies interconnected, making a mess of each other. If you wanted his lips so bad you would have to feel them on your neck. You mewled and reached for his hair behind you while he sucked on your skin.

“Fuck Lord Hokage” you simper, fingers threading through his silver locks.

Kakashi groans before crying out, “Angel”

Unable to deny you any longer, he pulls out of you, spinning you to face him. Both his hands cup your face as he leans in. He cherishes the kiss. You feel yourself swoon as his hand slides down your body and lifts your leg to wrap around his waist yet again, allowing him to slip back inside. You stare into each other's eyes as Kakashi strokes up into you with purpose. Eventually laying you back down on your desk. His eyes study you like the world’s most fascinating book. He can’t tear his gaze away from you, nor you from him.

His slow thrusts steadily build speed. His grunting builds with it. Pathetic little moans slip out of you as you feel yourself tip closer to the edge. Your feelings for Kakashi pushing you there. He feels your walls flutter around him and he lets himself go.

The feeling was intense. Your love for him washed over you in a crushing wave. One that left you unable to stand or breathe. Kakashi felt it too. He fell over, centimeters from your face. After attempting to catch his breath, he requests,

“Stay with me tonight.”

“What?”

“Come home with me”

“Kashi, I-I need to go to my home. I slept here last night. I need to shower and change into fresh clothes for tomorrow.”

“Then may I come home with you?”

“Kakashi…”

“Please” both of his hands cover yours.

You realized it wasn’t a request. He needed you. He had become a broken man without you. You complied with a kiss.

You would pretend for a night. For a night you would indulge yourself. For a night you would pretend everything was okay and go back to how it was. For a night you would go multiple rounds in your bed before lying in his arms. For a night you would engage in pillowtalk and let him muse about your future. You would do it all for a night.

The next day you walk to work together. Once you enter the building you make copies of all the translations, intel derived from it, implications, and various plans of action for the members of the Anbu, the elders, Kakashi, and Shikamaru.

Your mind is always so clear after spending time with Kakashi. It allowed you to return to your usual self today. You know you impressed everyone in the room during your presentation including your piece of shit team members who didn’t do their jobs. You commanded the room once more like you always did before. You could see their conflicted faces and expressions of guilt. You didn’t care though. You wouldn’t be working with them much longer. They can figure out how to do their jobs without you picking up their slack.

Tonight you will begin to train. Tomorrow Ino will join you. You give yourself six weeks. Six weeks and you would be in better shape than when you left the field the first time. You’d be ready to run away to the exciting world of missions and leave all this behind.

When you are done speaking there is an hour long discussion about what to do next. They keep you in the room so you can share your insight while everyone else on your team is dismissed. In the past this would have made you proud. You would’ve felt it was because they valued your knowledge but you knew better now. They take what they want from your mind but they don’t actually respect you.

Once the meeting is done you linger behind to speak to Kakashi. You receive several glances as you wait for the room to clear. It makes you angry and further fuels your decision.

“Lord Sixth, if you don’t mind, I’d like to request fewer projects for a while. And maybe lower class projects too.”

Kakashi assumed it was because you felt emotionally overwhelmed so he complied. “We really need your talent so I will do my best to keep you on A rank projects and use you as a consulting party for the S rank ones”

“Thank you” you say with a bow. You weren’t about to tell Kakashi your intentions. You didn’t want to give him the chance to stop you. Headed back to your office, you finish the rest of your day.

Come evening you make a beeline for home to change into your old tactical gear and hit the training grounds where you would work till nearly midnight.

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sentinelpri · 1 year

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Cracks

When September 15th rolls around, Kakashi doesn’t pay it much mind. In fact, he treats it just like he would any other day. Since the ANBU have him off duty, he wakes up early, eats breakfast, and goes to the training grounds to get some exercise in. After that, he heads back home, takes a shower, and goes on a stroll around the village in casual wear.

It’s weird to think that he’s twenty now. Things aren’t much different than they were when he was nineteen. It’s just another year that’s passed by with no one to spend it with. He remembers his dad celebrating with him when he was really little with a small cake at the kitchen table and the ‘happy birthday’ song gently sung to him. He also remembers Obito, Rin, Minato, and Kushina trying many times to force him to celebrate with surprise parties, random gifts, and surprise dinners. He never reacted well back then, always scolding them and running off. Now, he wishes he’d accepted those birthday surprises a little more gracefully.

Currently, he’s alone, but he doesn’t mind that too much. No one to ambush him with surprise parties, no one to welcome him home, no one to scold him for not reminding them of his upcoming birthday. While part of him certainly misses those days, this lonely life that he’s grown accustomed to is somehow easier.

It’s a warm fall day. The light breeze that ruffles Kakashi’s silvery hair keeps it from being too hot, but it’s still warm enough that Kakashi can tell summer hasn’t fully released Konohagakure from its grasp. The leaves on the trees are mostly green. There is the occasional one that’s yellow or orange, telltale signs of how the weather will change in the next few weeks. It’s peaceful and arguably the best birthday he’s had since Minato and Kushina passed away.

…That is until he sees a flash of green, followed by an arm being wrapped around his shoulder. None other than Might Guy is now walking by his side and practically yelling in his ear.

“So, Kakashi… It’s your birthday! What are your plans?”

Kakashi blinks and pushes Guy’s arm off of his shoulder so he can put some distance between them.

“What…” Kakashi starts, then stops himself. He wants to snap at Guy and demand to know how he discovered what today was. He wants to run off and go lock himself away from the world in the confines of his tiny apartment. He wants to go to work. But then, he remembers all the times he pushed people away. He remembers all of his regrets and decides that this time, he should be kinder to this person who’s clearly just interested in being his friend and learning more about him. “How did you even find out that it was my birthday? I’ve never told anyone that.”

‘At least not anyone that’s still alive,” He finishes the sentence in his head, but doesn’t dare to say such morbid words out loud and risk ruining Guy’s perpetually cheery mood.

“Oh, well, I had to do some digging!” Guy says with a loud, barking laugh while running a hand through his raven locks- which are still cut and groomed in that childish bowl-like hairstyle just like they were the last time Kakashi saw Guy a month or two ago.

“Digging, huh?” Kakashi mutters with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, Lord Third is very helpful, y’know,” Guy explains, and of course, that makes sense. Lord Third- that overly kind, people-pleasing man who has been trying to get Kakashi to work less and spend time with friends for years. Even if Kakashi had never told the old man his birthday directly, he knows it’s in his personal file, which Lord Third unfortunately has access to. The fact that the Hokage would break so many rules about confidentiality for the sake of divulging his birthday of all things borders blasphemous to Kakashi, but he tries to ignore the agitation that bubbles up in his chest when he thinks about it too hard. “But anyway, what are your plans? Got a date?”

A date. Kakashi finds that prospect to be laughable. After all, who would want to go on a date with him? He doesn’t really have any friends, even most of the people in ANBU hate or fear him because of his past. ‘Friend-killer’, they always whisper when they think he can’t hear. Even if he couldn’t hear, he sees the way they look at him, even behind their masks. He sees the way the people on the street are looking at him right now, too, like they could be next if they crossed him the wrong way. Which one of them would be stupid enough to want to go on a date with friend-killer Kakashi?

“Eh, no,” Kakashi answers after a little too long. “I don’t have anything planned. It’s just like any other day to me. I haven’t celebrated since… Ah, I don’t know when. It’s been a very long time.”

“I’ll have to fix that, then!” Guy exclaims much to Kakashi’s dismay. They stop in the middle of the street so Guy can excitedly put his hands on Kakashi’s shoulders and frame this genuine attempt at being a good friend as a contest like he always does. “Say, it’ll be another contest that you can compete in when my birthday comes around to see which one of us can celebrate the other’s birthday the best!”

“But your birthday isn’t until January…” Kakashi pouts beneath his mask.

“That just means you have more time to prepare, doesn’t it?”

“I suppose so, but whatever it is you’re planning, Guy, I’m not interested.”

“Sorry, rival, but I’m afraid you don’t have a choice here,” Much to Kakashi’s surprise, Guy grabs his hand and holds it within his own. Kakashi almost pulls away and leaves, but then he remembers the many others he’s done that to and how they ended up; dead before he realized that he needed to treat them more kindly. Now is his chance to try again. “I’m treating you to dinner whether you’re interested or not! So choose something by yourself or I’m going to drop something off for you later. Which will it be?”

“I guess it’s been a while since I’ve had a good meal,” Kakashi reluctantly agrees and laces his fingers with Guy’s. He doesn’t miss how Guy’s cheeks are dusted pink, though he’s sure his own appear the same if not worse under his mask. “Shall we hit that one sushi bar down the street from the academy?”

“If that’s what you want, yes!”

And that’s how Kakashi finds himself sitting across from Guy at the local sushi bar, feeling terribly out of place. Occasionally, people stare and whisper about the ‘friend-killer’ when they think he can’t hear, but Kakashi doesn’t pay them any mind. All of this is just a testament as to why he never goes out in public with his coworkers when he’s not on duty.

In front of him is the cheapest plate of sushi on the menu. It’s a simple five piece dish. The rolls are nothing but plain white rice topped with paper thin slices of tuna. Guy, on the other hand, has this obnoxiously long line of sushi stuffed with tempura shrimp, avocado, and cream cheese- all topped with a whopping portion of crab salad and eel sauce. Next to the ravenette is two bowls of rice with chicken and a plate with a single skewer of sweet dumplings.

“Thank you for the meal, Guy.”

“Sure thing, Kakashi, but do you not want more? That’s a pretty measly portion you’ve got there.”

“No, no, it’s fine, thank you. This is plenty.”

Guy smiles so brilliantly that it blinds Kakashi. Kakashi smiles back just enough that Guy can see how his lips curve upwards under his mask. His stomach and his chest both feel fuzzy in a way that he hasn’t experienced in a long time- and oddly enough, it’s nice. Being around Guy is nice.

He isn’t sure when his perception of Guy changed so much. When they were kids, he thought of Guy as an annoying pest, then as someone he could tolerate on his good days. Somehow, ‘pest’ turned into ‘comrade’, then into ‘good friend’. Kakashi just hadn’t realized it until now.

Guy looks at him between bites of food. Instead of glaring back at those warm eyes or avoiding them, Kakashi feels his own gaze soften.

“What is it, Kakashi? You seem out of it today!”

Kakashi has a million answers that he could give, the first being a dismissive ‘nothing, I’m fine’ and the second being ‘none of your business’. For once, though, he decides to be honest.

“I don’t celebrate my birthday. This is unusual for me.”

“Ah, I see,” Guy nods in understanding. “We’ll just have to change that!”

“I guess that wouldn’t be all too bad.”

Kakashi smiles, and with that, they continue to eat. He only picks up the sushi with his chopsticks to eat when Guy is looking somewhere else, just to keep the older man from seeing his face no matter how obvious it is that Guy wants to get a peek. Just like the rest of Kakashi, Guy is so intensely curious about his face and always has been. Rather than most people who just want to know whether he’s attractive or not, Guy only desires to see him without his mask to know and understand him that much better. Kakashi has always been aware of it; of Guy’s goal to know him and to be known by him in return. While he can’t quite understand it, he figures that’s what Guy’s definition of friendship- or love, or maybe both- must be.

Guy’s friendship is sweet and overwhelming like the sunlight that burns your eyes on a too-hot summer day or the scent of the fresh sakura blossoms that bloom in the middle of spring. Weirdly enough, Kakashi doesn’t mind these days.

“Kakashi, I just wanted to let you know that I greatly appreciate you as both a friend and as a rival! I…” It’s a passionate and earnest speech that has Kakashi shifting uncomfortably in his chair- not because he doesn’t reciprocate, but because he doesn’t know how to or if he even should communicate that he does. “Well, I couldn’t imagine waking up in the morning not knowing you, you know? You mean the world to me and I love you very much, so that’s why I wanted to do something special for you today! I hope we can make this a tradition from now on.”

“Guy, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, whatever you want.”

“Most would consider me trash because of everything I’ve done. Most of the people in the village are scared of me- either that or they hate me, or both. I’ve done terrible things… I’m a filthy person,” Kakashi murmurs as he puts his chopsticks down and pushes his empty plate to the corner of the table for the server to be able to retrieve a little easier. He does the same with his empty water cup. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll stain you in the end? That I’ll ruin you?”

“Well, Kakashi, I’d rather be considered stained than whatever the alternative is,” Guy shrugs and finishes his food. When the server brings the ticket, Guy places the cash on the table and stands up to stretch while staring down at Kakashi with a grin. “You sure are melodramatic, you know that?”

“Huh… I don’t think I’ve ever been told that one before,” Kakashi replies and stands as well.

Silently, they walk out of the restaurant.

Though Kakashi is perfectly capable of getting to his apartment by himself, for whatever reason, Guy insists on walking him home. It’s not much of a walk from the sushi bar and they manage to make it to Kakashi’s front door by sunset.

“I will confess…” Kakashi starts, his hand on the doorknob of his room. They’re standing on the welcome mat a little too close to each other and even with as socially inept as Kakashi can be, he can tell that neither of them want this to end- he can feel it in how Guy looks at him and in how his own hard is beating so slowly yet so hard against his chest. “You gave me a wonderful birthday, my friend.”

Guy blushes. Kakashi can’t help but think that the other Jonin is ethereal under this dying sunlight, and fuck. Before he can come to terms with ‘comrade’ becoming ‘good friend’, ‘good friend’ turns into ‘love of my life’. Guy has successfully broken through his walls and shrouded his darkness with infinite light after so many years of trying… And to think all it took was going for dinner. How embarrassing.

“I’m glad to hear that, Kakashi, but I have to ask,” Almost as if they’re in sync, Guy reaches forward to place a hand on Kakashi’s face. The younger man can feel the warmth of Guy’s palm through the thin cloth of his mask. “Is there anything else you need to make this birthday- say- more than wonderful?”

Guy has been cracking, cracking, cracking away at him since they were kids. Kakashi’s walls- the darkness that has shrouded him in a confined little space of loneliness for so many years- have finally cracked to allow in the light, if only for the rest of the evening.

“Nothing I need, per say, but I think I should pay you back for today, don’t you?”

“That’s really not necessary, rival-” Guy starts, only to cut himself off and stammer when Kakashi suddenly pulls his mask down to hang loosely around his collar. “W-What?”

“I think our next contest should be us competing against each other to see who’s the best at kissing,” Kakashi says and opens the door to his apartment before dragging Guy inside and shutting it behind them. “What do you say, rival?”

Guy flushes dark red and leans back against the door, but he does manage to wrap his arms around Kakashi’s waist and brush their noses together.

“I’d say you’re on, rival.”

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a/n: welcome back to the beach! we get to see a look into reader’s point of view after everything happened. i hope you all enjoy! feedback is appreciated <3

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, heavy angst, mentions of anxiety, not a happy chapter.

The Beach: Chapter Twenty-Two

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Obito: i’m sorry, but never contact me again. i mean that.

The message notification appearing at the top of your screen made your heart drop. You could feel nausea curling in your stomach, and your breathing becoming more erratic.

Your thumb shakily pressed on the text message. Your eyes scanned over the blue text bubble several times before it registered into your brain what Obito was saying. None of it felt real at that moment. Obito had read your messages about five minutes prior before sending his response. He saw everything you had sent, but he said absolutely nothing. He only decided to send you a message, telling you to never speak to him again.

Your brain began to panic. You started to search for the reasoning for his sudden change of heart. Was it because you cuddled with him and got too close? Did you cross the line this time? Was he secretly having issues with you, and what you did just an hour prior made him reach his limit?

If you were being completely real, you didn’t know what to feel. It felt as if your mind had turned a switch off, and you were completely numb to the situation.

Just like your emotions, you couldn’t think of a reply to him.

Were you supposed to just respond “okay,” and move on from him? Was he expecting you to fight for whatever you guys had? You were unsure, and you wished you could make up your mind as to what you wanted to do.

Swallowing thickly, you picked option two and started to type a message to Obito. It took you forever to find the right words. You didn’t want to lose him. You and Obito had created so many memories over the past few months, and you still didn’t know what you did wrong to drive him out of your life. No, you couldn’t let this go. You wanted him to stay.

You sent the first text.

Then another.

And another.

You: what?? obito, please, don’t go. what happened? did i do something wrong?

You: please answer me.

You: i’m sorry. please obito just tell me what i did wrong.

Your mouth went completely dry, and your stomach dropped to the floor when you saw your blue messages turn a bright shade of green. A red circle with a red exclamation point sat beside the three messages you sent.

Obito had blocked you.

Panic set through you when this realization was processed in your brain. There was no way he actually blocked you. Obito never went to those kinds of lengths when it came to people, so why did he do it to you? God, what the fuck was going on?! Your brain wasn’t thinking properly, and you were trying to search for the right answer.

With shaky thumbs, you left the messages app and went to your social media. If he blocked you through your phone number, he might have forgotten about your Instagram or your Snapchat.

“C’mon.. please..” you sniffed as you clicked your follower option. As soon as it loaded, you typed in his name as fast as you could. You were picking your fingernails so hard you didn’t even realize that one of them was now broken, but you could care less.

Your mouth fell slightly open when the results came back with nothing. He blocked you on Instagram too, so there was no way you’d be able to access his account. You couldn’t even search his username.

Leaving Instagram, you went to Snapchat. The yellow screen lighting up your vision. This was the only other shot you had. If he blocked you here, you wouldn’t be able to contact him again. Obito had no other social media besides those two that you knew of, and you weren’t about to go see him in person.

You swiped to the left to see your recent snaps and chats. The heavy ache inside your chest grew deeper when your eyes landed on the grey opened mark underneath his username.

Your hand felt heavy with your phone sitting between your fingers. It almost involuntarily dropped onto your bed sheets from the weight. You couldn’t focus, your brain was scrambled and all you could do was stare into the hardwood floor of your bedroom. You couldn’t hear anything, it was almost like you were sitting in utter silence. You tuned everything out of your head.

Obito managed to get rid of you in every way possible. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with you anymore, and he made sure you wouldn’t find a way to get back to him. That was it, you two were both done, and there was no way you’d ever speak to him again.

He was gone, no longer in your life. A person you can now say you knew.

It wasn’t the fact that he blocked you that hurt you. It was the fact that he walked out of your life, and you caused it. You forced him to leave because of your idiotic decision. You got too close, you crossed the boundaries, and he was uncomfortable. The guilt hung over you like a ghost watching your every move. How could you be so naive? He left your apartment so quickly after you spoke to him. You should have taken the hint, but you didn’t.

Obito left you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Most of all, Obito left you with the memories you both shared together. Every moment of happiness you experienced with one another was now tarnished and turned to nothing. It didn’t mean a single thing now.

You didn’t even notice the tears flowing down your cheeks until one of the droplets landed on your knee. You tried to hold them in, but the more you inhaled, the more of them formed. It was beginning to get harder to breathe, and your chest started to heave with this weight you couldn’t shake.

Placing your head in your hands, you started to sob uncontrollably. Your body started shaking, and there was a slight ringing in your ears. You kept seeing the text messages inside of your head, and all of the memories you spent with Obito. It felt like your brain was shoving it into your head to make you suffer. You couldn’t escape no matter how hard you tried to run away.

Tears burned your vision once again. They coated your cheeks like pavement during a rainstorm. They trailed down your neck towards the collar of your top. They seemed unstoppable, and you weren’t sure if they’d ever halt.

You lifted your head, choosing to lay down on your bed. You didn’t want your tears to drip onto your sheets, and you wanted to face away just in case Konan walked in on you. If she did, you’d have to tell her, and you weren’t ready for that conversation yet. How could you tell your best friend that your friends with benefits left you?

It was funny, you spent so much time telling yourself that this agreement would end one day, and, if it did, you would be fine. You always said you weren’t that attached to Obito, and he was only your fuck buddy.

Here you were, sobbing in your room because he left you. It was ironic, and you felt so fucking stupid.

Turning your body towards the wall, you hugged your blanket tightly. Part of you wished it was Obito. He’d be holding you with strong arms, and he would remind you how beautiful you were. He would make you feel safe and secure, and you’d fall asleep in his embrace. Unfortunately, for you, he wasn’t there, and all you had was the fabric of your blanket.

Your eyes shut, a few tears slipping through them and sliding onto your pillow. You could feel yourself slowly calming down and relaxing. Your body felt exhausted, and you could feel yourself slipping into sleep.

A blaring noise jolted you out of sleep, causing your heart to jump out of your chest and your eyes to pop open.

It took you a few seconds to adjust to the situation, but you realized that the noise you were hearing was the sound of your alarm going off beside your bed. You were slightly confused that it was already Monday again, because it still felt like it was the weekend.

Another problem you had was the splitting headache you had. Your brain felt like somebody was taking a hammer and bashing it in. Were you hungover or something? It surely felt like it, and you had no idea why.

You also vaguely recalled a weird dream you had the previous night.

Sitting up in your bed, you slammed your fingertips onto the phone screen to pause your alarm. It was honestly getting annoying, and it was making your headache worse than it actually was. You could barely remember yesterday, and you were confused as to why. Though, Konan probably knew what happened.

You reached over to grab your phone. You couldn’t remember your dream until you pressed the messages app on your phone.

Obito.

The messages you tried to send were still green, so the “dream” you had was in fact real. He was still gone from your life, and he had you blocked on everything.

Denial was a beautiful thing.

Your body felt like it weighed more than it did. It seemed like you were being held down by cement, and you struggled to get yourself out of your bed. Everything from last night hit you like a ton of bricks, and you understood why you had such a huge headache. Your mouth was also extremely dry and it felt like sandpaper.

You also realized you had classes to attend that day. That meant you had to go on campus, and gain the motivation to see other people. If you were being honest, you had no intention of doing any of those things.

You weren’t feeling well, you felt sick.

Your eyes snapped to your bedroom door when you heard a sudden knock coming from it. It must have been Konan. She usually came to wake you up when you shut off your alarm, because you had a habit of going back to sleep.

Fuck, what were you going to do?

If you were being real with yourself, you wanted to tell Konan everything that happened the previous night. You were also feeling that urge to explode into tears again, but you didn’t want to worry her about anything. She had her own life too, and being a burden to her wasn’t in your plans for today. Not to mention, you weren’t exactly in the best state of mind to even talk about the situation. It’d make you feel worse than you already did.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to answer her. “I’m up!” you called, shifting around on your sheets. You wanted to look as normal as possible.

The door suddenly opened, Konan poked her head in to look at you. A bright smile flashed on her features once she saw you. “Hi! How’d you sleep?” she stepped into your bedroom, walking towards your bed so she was now standing in front of you.

You had so much envy for her cheery mood. You wished you could feel as good as her, but the storm clouds inside your brain weren’t going to disappear.

“I slept well.. um, what about you?“ you looked up at her with a fake smile.

She looked at your face for a few moments before responding to you. “I slept okay, but I assumed you slept great! You got a lot of sleep last night,” she twirled a piece of her violet-colored hair between her fingers.

Your eyebrows furrowed instantly, you swore you went to sleep at a decent time yesterday. After all, you did pass out from your huge breakdown, but you were certain that it was already late evening when that happened. It made you confused, and you wondered how long you were out for.

Clearing your throat, you nodded your head. “Um, what? I don’t remember going to sleep early yesterday, unless I did and I just don’t recall it,” you crossed your legs on your bed.

Konan cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean? I called you at around seven and you didn’t pick up, and when I got home you were passed out in your bed,” she replied, “It surprised me because you’re usually up when I come home from work,”

A feeling of surprise rushed over your body. You practically slept the whole night, and you didn’t get up once. Konan was right, that was very out of the ordinary for you. You weren’t the type to take naps, and you weren’t sure how you did it for that long.

You laughed, trying to make everything less awkward. “Oh, wow, I didn’t even notice. I guess I was just really tired,” you scratched the back of your head, “But, um, Konan, I don’t think I’m going to go to school today,”

Her facial expression changed to a concerned one. She sat down beside you on your bed, looking over at you as if she was studying you. “(Y/N), you never miss your classes! Is everything alright?” she had a worried tone in her voice.

You put your hands up defensively. “Y-Yeah! I’m just.. sick, okay? I don’t feel that well, and I need a day,” you said, “Okay? Trust me,”

It looked like she was going to say something else, but she closed her mouth instead. You prayed she wouldn’t ask anymore questions, because if she did, you’d probably turn into a mess like the night before. You didn’t want to feel those things again, and you didn’t want to worry her.

Konan stood up, heading in the direction of your bedroom door. “Okay, well, I hope you feel better, babe! I have to head out for my next class, but take care of yourself,” she looked back at you with a smile.

You waved at her, “Yep! I’ll text you!”

She waved back before stepping out into the hallway, and shutting your bedroom door. Konan then went to the kitchen to grab her things, but as she walked, she couldn’t help but start to think about some things.

What was going on with you?

She didn’t want to pry you with any other questions, but she knew something wasn’t okay and her gut was telling her she might be right.

#summer speaks #the beach #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #naruto fanfiction #naruto angst #obito uchiha #obito uchiha x reader #obito x y/n #obito x you #obito x reader #anime fanfic #naruto #anime

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Heated Hot Springs for sasuke and sakura !!

Sasuke sinks into the hot water with a rare sigh. One of the few perks of traveling with his family during their yearly holiday trip is this. Private hot springs. His mother's unrefusable request when putting together the trip. It's a responsibility Sasuke would never want, from what he hears it's worse than putting his father's campaign together.

Uchihas from all over the world coming together as a clan and facilitating good relations with each other. His father's words, which Sasuke knows he got from his mother. She's the word smith.

The other perk is that it's completely paid for, Sakura and himself don't have to buy anything. A free vacation, but it's saddled with family politics and drama. Along with having to spend time with his father disapproving glare. Sometimes it doesn't feel like they're getting a good deal out of this. They make the most of it though. Laugh about shit when they're in their room and when they get home. Plus some of his cousins aren't too terrible either, like Shisui and Obito.

Hearing the door to their private hot spring open, Sasuke lifts his head. There's no shame in him as he watches Sakura approach. Nor is it there in the way his eyes travel along her figure, appreciating the sight. Enough so his gaze grows heated with desire. When he meets her jade eyes, he pushes himself off the rock he was leaning against. Moving towards her with intentions of getting his hands and mouth on her.

At least that's the plan until a voice cuts through every heated thought he had about his girlfriend.

"Sasuke honey, Sakura darling." His mother calls over the divider between them. " Please remember Fugaku and myself are right next to you two."

Send ‘Heated Hot Springs’ For the sending muse to find the receiving muse bathing in a hot spring nude. / @soulsballad

#soulsballad #.soulsballad [ sakura ]#.sasuke interacts #.modern [ sasuke ]#i thought it be funny for his parents to cockblock them 🤣🤣🤣#sasuke says this vacation is officially not worth

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For the "Choose violence game", about Naruto of course^^: 1, 12, 13, 18 and 21 please!

"the character everyone gets wrong"

I say this with complete seriousness, everyone gets something wrong about every character. To various degrees, everyone is guilty of misunderstanding each character. BUT if I had to pick a single character for this question...Sasuke but only because of how popular he is as a character, I tend to see it more with him

12. "the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them"

Neji's father Hizashi and I am not kidding. Bro was a good dad and his death essentially set Neji on the path he was, he was a heavy influence on his life yet people forget this man EXISTS?? Need more Hizashi rep on here, he was a good dad but got sniped cause Kishimoto couldn't be caught putting a good dad into the series /hj

13. "worst blorboficiation"

All the super popular naruto characters/ships end up getting it worst but some people ngl. Imma also throw in Rock Lee though cause some people make him out to be this cutesy dude who wouldn't harm a fly. Like I promise you Rock Lee absolutely would be willing to throw hands if he feels like he has to with no hesitation!

18. "it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on..."

NEJINARU and the potential they have, like what do you mean they are only a rarepair?? I got into naruto and thought they were somewhat popular and imagine my surprise when I found out they a rarepair... Like y'all want me to make all the content myself, huh-

Oh and Neji's dad. Cause yes this dude existed and would've been a way better grandpa to boruto and himawari over his bitch ass twin any day!

21. "part of canon you think is overhyped"

I say this with no hate at all but,,,Kakashi vs Obito is fr overhyped. Don't get me off it's not a bad fight! But the hype behind it is confusing. Jiraya dying was overhyped too, I mean I didn't find it all that sad that he died? Him nor Asuma, really.

#naruto #ty saemi for the ask questions!

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My favourite scene from your fics has to be the scene in Ear to the Wall where Obito finds Kakashi having the panic attack in the woods just after they've been to the hospital. Where Obito finally gets the realisation that his teammate isn't actually indestructible, but is actually a scared and hurting child.

"Kakashi was good. Obito had already known that before he even officially met the other boy. Kakashi was a prodigy. He was talented, quick on the uptake, smart and resourceful and never had to be taught something twice before he mastered it and moved on—everything Obito wasn’t . Kakashi was the perfect ninja student.

Kakashi sobs something totally incoherent into Obito’s chest, and Obito feels his stomach roll queasily. How much of all that was actual innate talent, and how much was—?"

That part just resonates with me - Obito wondering just how much of Kakashi's skill is has been earned the hard way through obsessively overworking himself and not just some unearned gift bestowed on him. It reminds me so much about that line of Gai's in canon about being a "genius of hard work", and how he mentioned that "even the genius works just as hard" when watching Kakashi cliff-climbing onehanded.

It fits so well with Minato's observations earlier in the fic about having struggled to get the concept through Obito's thick skull that his teammate is human and doesn't deserve to be shoved on a pedestal and judged by inhumanly high standards. I loved that it shows just how much Obito cares about his teammates - even while he was prickly and jealous of Kakashi, he still admired him and cared about him.

You don’t know how emotional this ask made me?? Thank you?? I just… I want to print this out and frame it on my wall. I love you.

In writing EttW, a big thing that is important to me is Obito’s journey in realizing and coming to terms with the fact that his heroes are fallible. And for all that he’d never admit it to anyone, especially himself, he holds Kakashi in very high esteem despite being jealous and annoyed by him.

Thank you so much for your comment!! Please, have this extra that might hypothetically happen in the fic when Jiraiya finally gets his ass back to the village.

Ear to the Wall

- extra

“Stop,” Kakashi says, stamping his little eight year old foot on the ground. He gives Jiraiya his best rendition of the stink-eye, and is rewarded when the toad sannin turns to face him.

“What, brat?”

“You don’t have all the facts.”

Jiraiya raises a brow. “Which are?”

Kakashi glances over, to where Orochimaru is staring at him with a rather blank expression on his face. He finds that he hates that look on the man. It’s… incorrect.

He turns back to Jiraiya. “Orochimaru has never done anything wrong in his life, ever.”

Jiraiya’s jaw drops, and Orochimaru actually takes a small step back in surprise. Both men look just shy of gobsmacked.

Well, Jiraiya looks gobsmacked. Orochimaru would never.

Kakashi crosses his arms. “And I love him. So there.”

Tsunade presses her hands to her face and screeches like an actual banshee raised from mythos.

#ear to the wall #Kakashi time travel #extra #fanfic excerpt #naruto fanfiction #vodka answers #asking for asks #here nonny nonny #haethel

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empressofthesunwriter · 6 months

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Nothing is True

… Everything is permitted.

What is real?

What is not?

Is she just turning crazy or are other powers at work?

One thing is clear Kohana will get to the bottom of this and maybe change the whole Ninja-World at the same time.

S.I. Third Shinobi World War

!!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!

Since Obito’s Grandma doesn’t have an official name I gave her own. ^^

I hope you like it. :D

Chapter 8: New Discoveries

The next day, before it was time to meet with her team, Kohana walked into the Uchiha District.

Where else could she find information about Uchiha Madara and hopefully his lover, her ancestor, Haruno Sakuya?

Soon she reached Obito's house and knocked on the door.

Her teammate opened it after a few seconds.

“Yes, hello?”, he yawned cutely, still sleepy and in his sleepwear.

Konoha wished to have a camera to immortalize this moment.

Obito was adorable!

But she was here on business.

“Morning Obito-Kun, shouldn’t you get ready to meet up with our team?”, she couldn’t help but tease.

It was like lighting struck him, waking the Uchiha full up.

“Huah! Konoha-Chan?! Aww, don’t tell me you really will pick me up till I get my tardiness under control.”, he whined.

Gosh, he was so cute.

The urge to kiss his cheeks was strong in Konoha.

Why was her crush such a cutie?

So unfair!

“I’m also here for that.”, she told him and hid a giggle as he groaned. “But I need your help with something.”

“Huh? What is it, Konoha-Chan.”

She took a deep breath.

What she was going to ask could get Obito in trouble and that’s the last that she wanted.

Needless she said: “Uchiha Madara. I learned recently that my ancestor Haruno Sakuya was his lover did you know this?”

Obito's eyes widened at the mention of Uchiha Madara and Haruno Sakuya.

So he knows something!

That was surprising.

He quickly composed himself and replied, "Yes, I've heard about it. But it's not something we talk about openly in the district. It’s all hush-hush...Uchiha’s don’t normally date or marry outside the clan. But..."

The boy waved her over. Konoha stepped closer so that he could whisper in her ear.

She ignored the warm shower over her body as his hot breath stroked her skin.

“But...My Grandma told me that Sakuya was a special case. She was a welcomed guest in our clan since she was a Miko devoted to Amaterasu, our patron goddess. So as she and Uchiha Madara courted, the clan was okay with it. Even the Elders and they were always a pain in the ass.”

Huh, that was interesting.

“Sorry, but wasn’t Madara the Clan Head? Couldn’t he marry whoever he wanted?”, wondered Konoha.

The Uchiha shook his head.

“If you want to bring an outsider into the clan you need the permission of the Elders. Whatever just a normal shinobi or the clanhead.”

Double huh.

“Konoha-Chan do you wanna come in? Grandma knows more about this stuff than I do. She met Sakuya when she was a little girl.”

Well, if Obito's grandma personally knew her ancestor, who was she to say no?

Konoha thanked Obito for inviting her in and followed him into the kitchen.

His grandma, Uchiha Keika, was sitting on the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea.

“Obito-Chan who was it on the door?”, asked the elderly lady.

“Gran you remember my friend Konoha?”, said Obito putting a hand on Konoha’s shoulder. “She wants to ask you something.”

The Haruno bowed down.

“I hope I don’t disturb.”

That’s when Keika looked at her and blinked owlish.

“Incredible...you look exactly like her! Aren’t you a Haruno, child?”

“Yes I’m Uchiha-San.”

“Aww, any friend of my Obito can call me grandma, sweetheart.”

Now Konoha awed in her head.

Obito's grandma was as sweet as she remembers

“Alright, grandma, I look like who?”

“I met her when I was a child and she a grown woman, but you have the same face, eyes and hair colour as Sakuya-Sama.”

Konoha couldn't believe it.

She looked like her ancestor, Haruno Sakuya.

That was unbelievable!

And also strange.

Not only was she reliving the life of her ancestor, but she looked also like her.

Something was definitely not normal about that.

"Grandma, I'm so grateful for your time. I've been trying to learn more about my ancestor and her connection to Uchiha Madara for months," Konoha said eagerly.

"Of course, dear. It's always nice to see young people taking an interest in their family history.", Keika smiled kindly to her and then turned to Obito. “Take an example from your friend Obito-Chan.”

“Gran!”, whined the boy.

“Obito-Chan go make some tea for Konoha-Chan, while we talk. Sit down, dear.”

Both kids did as Keika asked them.

So while Obito heated up the tea again, Konoha sat in front of the older Uchiha.

"Can you tell me more about Sakuya's relationship with Uchiha Madara? How did they meet?" Konoha asked, leaning forward.

The old woman took a sip of her tea before answering. "Sakuya-Sama was a Miko devoted to Amaterasu, which is our patron goddess. She often visited our clan to perform purification rituals and offer blessings. That's how she first met Madara."

The old woman giggled.

“Sakuya-Sama was a real beauty. A lot of men and women in our clan crushed on her. When I saw her the first time, I thought she was some nature deity herself. I bet you will grow up to be just as beautiful.”

This made Konoha bashful, looking into the tea cup Obito placed in from of her as the boy joined them on the kitchen table.

“Really Gran?”, wondered Obito. “Some of our clansmen were crushing on Sakuya?”

Keika nodded. "Yes, but ironically it wasn’t Madara who first caught her eye. It was Izuna, Madara younger brother. They were inseparable from the moment they met. They became quite good friends, their relationship resembled the one siblings had. Madara was quite jealous that a woman spending so much time with his beloved brother and also he felt like Izuna was favouring a stranger over him. Actually Sakuya and Madara butted heads on more than one occasion, they were like cat and dog."

Keika took another sip of her tea before continuing. "But eventually Madara saw the error in his ways, after a lot of shouting matches between him and Sakuya and between Izuna and himself. It’s said that Izuna told his brother he would always be his most precious person, but he was allowed to have others too. Madara accepted their friendship, but then Izuna died at the hands of Senju Tobirama. You both truly know the story."

Both kids nodded.

“I know that Sakuya was also friends with Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama, I can’t image how it felt to hear your friend killed your other friend.”, mumbled Konoha.

"It was a devastating time for her and Madara. But this was the Warring States Era for you. Friends could become foes in one second, foes could become your friends.”, shared Keika with them. “In their grief for Izuna, they became friends and eventually in time Madara and Sakuya fell in love with each other.”

"Their love was a forbidden one, as Uchihas were not allowed to marry outside the clan. But Madara was the Clan Head and had some leverage, so he went against the Elders' wishes and married Sakuya in secret. They kept their marriage hidden from everyone, even their closest friends and family members."

Konoha's eyes widened in surprise. "They got married? I had no idea."

"Yes, my dear," Keika said with a smile. "Their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. But unfortunately, it was short-lived. Madara became consumed by hate and his desire for power. He never could forgive Senju Tobirama for killing his brother, even if it was war back then and it was killed or to be killed, then he didn’t become Hokage and our clan was tired of the fighting. Sakuya had found in her heart the power to forgive Senju Tobirama and worked with Senju Hashirama, Tobirama and Uzumaki Mito to create a peaceful village and better life for all of us. Sakuya couldn't bear to see Madara become someone she didn't recognize anymore. She tried to save him from himself, but you know it was fruitless.”

Keika sighed sadly, "It was a tragic end to their love story. Madara and Sakuya parted ways, with Madara going down a dark path that ultimately led to his downfall. Sakuya continued to work towards peace and prosperity for the village until her death. She married a civilian man, and had a son and a daughter with him. Her son, Haruno Oga is your great-grandfather, right?"

Konoha simply nodded.

Keika took a deep breath and continued, "But you know, Konoha, I always felt that Madara regretted his actions towards the end. He realized too late what he had lost in Sakuya and how much she meant to him. It's a tragedy that their love couldn't survive the turmoil of those times."

The Haruno listened intently to Keika's words, feeling a sense of sadness wash over her. She couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if Madara had chosen differently.

Would her ancestor still be alive today?

Would their love have survived?

Obito cleared his throat, breaking the sombre mood in the room. "So, Konoha-chan, did you find out everything you wanted to know?"

Konoha nodded slowly, still lost in thought. "Yes, thank you both for sharing your knowledge with me. It means a lot."

"Anytime dear, it was lovely having you over. And Obito-chan," she turned to her grandson with a stern expression, "make sure you're not late for your team meeting again."

Obito groaned playfully as Konoha stood up from the table.

"I'll wait for you outside then, Obito," she said with a small smile.

Quickly Obito finished his tea, got dressed and joined Konoha outside.

As they walked towards their meeting spot, Konoha couldn't help but think about the tragic love story of her ancestor.

It was both beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.

She wondered if such a forbidden love could exist in today's world, where people were more accepting of different cultures and backgrounds.

It made her think about her own feelings for Obito.

She had always found him cute and charming, but now she realized that there was something deeper there.

Maybe it was the way he talked about his grandmother and his clan with such passion, or the way he had helped her uncover the secrets of her family history.

Whatever it was, Konoha knew that she wanted to explore these feelings further.

However, at the same time, she couldn't shake off the feeling that their love would also be forbidden.

After all, they were from different clans and had different backgrounds.

Would their relationship be accepted by their families and friends?

Would they be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way?

When they approached their team, Obito turned to her with a serious expression. "Konoha-chan, I hope you won't tell anyone about what my grandma told us. It's a sensitive topic in our clan."

Konoha nodded understandingly. "Of course, Obito-kun. Your secret is safe with me."

Then Konoha was reminded again why thinking about being with Obito was useless since not even a second his eyes landed on Rin, he left her side to talk to his crush.

Something like a dying whale sound left her lips.

“I don’t get what you see in this idiot.”

Shocked Konoha turned to a deadpanning Kakashi beside her. She didn’t even hear how he had approached her.

“I-I don’t know what you mean...”

The Hatake just deadpanned harder.

“Of course.”

Konoha felt her cheeks heat up as she tried to compose herself.

She couldn't believe she had just made such a sound in front of Kakashi. But the truth was, she couldn't help it.

Watching Obito fawn over Rin was like a punch to the gut every time.

She sighed and looked away, trying to hide her embarrassment from Kakashi. However, he seemed unfazed by her outburst, almost amused even.

"You know," he said after a moment of silence, "sometimes what we see in others is not always rational or logical."

The Haruno looked back at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Kakashi shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe Obito sees something in Rin that we don't. And maybe you see something in Obito that he doesn't see in himself."

She felt her heart skip a beat at his words.

Was Kakashi suggesting...no, it couldn't be possible. She shook her head and tried to push the thought out of her mind.

Yet as they continued to watch Obito and Rin together, Konoha couldn't help but wonder if there was more to their relationship than meets the eye. And maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for her own feelings towards Obito after all.

“Good morning, kids.”, called them Minato-Sensei.

Surprised Konoha blinked at the beautiful red-haired woman on his side.

She seemed familiar...

Suddenly she got one of her visions!

Minato-Sensei and the woman, Kushina were her name, throwing themselves at the claws of the Kyuubi to protect a little blond baby on an altar. In their last moments, Kushina talks to the baby, Naruto, their son, giving him advice to become a good man...

With a little hiss, Konoha messaged her hurting temple.

God this was a heartbreaking vision!

What would happen if she didn’t manage to change the future?

In no way in hell would she let Minato-Sensei and Kushina get killed, leaving little precious Naruto alone in the world?

As the team gathered curious around Minato-Sensei and his guest, Konoha tried to keep her composure and focus at hand.

Sadly her mind kept drifting back to the vision she had just experienced. She couldn't let it become a reality!

“Kids, I want you to meet someone, this is Uzumaki Kushina.”, presented Minato-Sensei the grinning red-haired woman. “She is one of Konoha's best Fuin Jutsu and Kenjutsu Masters, also she is my girlfriend.”

“Nice meeting Minato-Kun cute little Genin.”, cooed Kushina at them. “He told me a lot about you, let’s see..”

The red-haired started to point at them.

“Cute brunette with lilac stripes and already a prodigy in medical Jutsu you must be Rin.”

This made Rin giggle cutely.

“Charming black-haired boy with goggles who is really good with his fire jutsu, you are Obito from the Uchiha Clan.”

The boy rubbed his nose shyly.

“Adorable green-haired girl with cool glasses, a prodigy in assassination techniques and has this cool weapon named Hidden Blade, you must be Konoha.”

Konoha couldn’t help but blush at the praise.

“And the last of you....”, dramatically Kushina stopped before she grinned even brighter. “Kashi-Kun we already know each other.”

Kakashi ignored that Obito seemed to die of laughter, hearing Kushina's nickname for him and just deadpanned at her.

“Hello Kushina-San.”

Minato-Sensei had also an amused smile on his face. “Kushina here wanted to see for herself how good you guys already are. So today you will spar against her.”

Why did Konoha have a bad feeling about this? Kushina smiled at them promising a world of hurt and pain.

“So we four against Kushina-San?”, asked Rin to clarify.

“That’s right, Rin-Chan.”

Kushina got her Katana out, heaving now an evil look on her face.

“You four need to work to together to get me, Dattebane!”

Then she started her attack!

The four Genin were no match for Kushina's skills.

She moved with such speed and grace that they could barely keep up. Also, she threw at them Fuin Jutsu traps like no tomorrow!

Kakashi tried his best to coordinate their attacks since he had already fought Kushina in several meetings, sadly it seemed like they were just getting in each other's way.

Kushina was enjoying herself immensely, laughing as she dodged their attacks effortlessly.

It was clear that she wasn't taking the fight seriously at all.

This was so frustrating.

Suddenly, Konoha had an idea. She signalled to the others to back off and let her take the lead.

They looked at her sceptically, yet she gave them a determined nod.

The Haruno actives her Eagle Vision.

The world turned into the familiar black space, highlighting the persons in a blue Aura.

Since Kushina was their opponent she was tinted in red.

And in gold were the weak points of the Fuin Jutsus Traps!

Perfect.

A little smirk formed on Konoha's face.

She totally ignored Kushina's sword slash and concreted to hit with her Hidden Blade the weak points.

The Fuin Jutsu Trap destroyed themselves with satisfied pops.

“What, Dattebane?!”, shouted Kushina shocked.

Not only she was shocked.

Anyone was.

How did Konoha do this?!

Grappling the change that Kushina was distracted, Konoha made fast handsings.

She thanked her brother Kizashi mentally that he had shown her this Jutsu.

“Earth Style! Headhunter Jutsu!”

Thanks to the Jutsu Kushina was buried to the head into the ground.

The other Genin rushed forward to help Konoha finish the job, however, Kushina just laughed and broke free from the trap with ease.

"Not bad," she said approvingly. "You kids have some potential."

Minato-Sensei clapped his hands together in admiration. "Well done! I'm impressed by your teamwork."

The four Genin beamed at them.

“I’m impressed by you Konoha-Chan. How do you find the weak spots of the Fuin Jutsu Trap and disable them like that...Are you interested in Fuin Jutsu?”, wonder Kushina.

Before Konoha could say something Obito shouted: “What the heck?! Konoha since when do you have golden eyes?!”

Oh shit, she had forgotten to deactivate Eagle Vision.

Now all looked at her interested.

“Konoha.”, said Minato-Sensei calmy. “Do you need to tell me something important...like how a new Kekkai Genkai, especially a Dojutsu, awakened in you?”

Oh shit, what should she do now?!

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