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Pairing: Yandere Tobi/Obito x F!Reader

Summery: Obito found you paying your respects to his memorial and an obsession with his first love's best friend blossoms. Soon he finds that he will do anything and everything to protect you, his delicate peach.

Warnings: Stalking, Violence, Kidnapping, Fingering, Nipple play, Unprotected Penetration, Virgin Reader, implied threat of suicide.

Word Count: 9.7k

Author's note: Yes, I know the timeline is a bit altered, it was a creative decision. Deal with it. :)

Itachi and Kisame remove their hats as they return to the hideout looking slightly worn out, presumably from battle. They had just finished scoping out the Leaf in search of the nine tails jinchuriki and Itachi’s little brother, Sasuke.

“Did everything go okay?” Pain asked

“Yes, we ran into my former captain.”

“Itachi had it covered but the copy ninja's annoying boyfriend started attacking and then some shinobi we couldn’t see sent shockwaves into the ground that sparked a small tsunami.”

“It was at that point we thought it best to retreat. We know the jinchuriki is still located inside the village. There was no need for further engagement.”

Obito felt his chest constrict. Shockwaves...he knew that jutsu. That was the trademark of Rin’s best friend. That was a jutsu unique to you. But you had left the village a long time ago. When had you come back? 

Itachi being the only one among them who knew Tobi’s identity, quickly noticed the shift in Obito’s stance. The rest of the group, completely oblivious to the insignificant comic relief, did not notice as Obito exited the room and hurried towards the village. 

Rather than scouring the Leaf hunting for you, he waited at the one spot he knew you’d come, the memorial yard. Sure enough it only took one evening to catch you bringing lilies to your best friend’s grave. Obito cried with you as you shed tears for your friend but then you did something he didn’t expect, you stopped at the memorial stone to pay your respects to him. 

“Obito, I wish you knew how much I cared for you. You didn’t deserve what you got. You were too good for this world.” You dragged your fingertips along his name, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the boy you loved as a child.

You…cared for him? He was… too good?

Obito felt a pang in his chest. You were just like her. So kind and sweet. Always seeing the best in people. Even poor retches like him. He wanted to thank you but he didn’t want to scare you.  Instead he let curiosity get the better of him and followed you home. He watched you through the window as you did your nighttime routine. Seeing you at peace alone in your home brought him contentment. He  snuck up to the window’s sill to catch a closer view as you got into bed and drifted to sleep. It brought him comfort to see you rest and he took that comfort with him as he finally returned to the hideout.

The next day, plans for tracking the other tailed beasts including the three tails had Obito feeling emotional. Itachi caught how stiff ‘Tobi’ stood during the conversation and soon after caught him leaving the hideout to go see you. He found you at the training grounds running drills with Kakashi’s team.

“Y/N-sensei, I wanna learn a new jutsu!”

“Now Naruto, I am under direct orders from Kakashi to work on chakra control drills with you three. A new jutsu will be no good if you don’t have a way to command the chakra to execute it.”

“When will Kakashi-sensei be better?”

“He’ll be better soon Sakura, don’t you worry.”

Obito sat in the trees watching you for a few hours until the jinchuriki kid was done pestering you. He was such a nuisance but you didn’t lose your patience even a little. The same could not be said about his teammates which seemed to only bring you amusement. When you were done you walked over to the memorial stone and gave your gratitude to your fallen comrades before heading home. 

You were so much like her. Beautiful and sweet as a peach. The way you cared for and nurtured others, it took a hold of his heart. He could watch you all day and never get bored. You were his light in the darkness of the Akatsuki. 

The next day he went out with his partner on their mission. While Deidara requested alone time so he didn’t need to suffer Tobi’s presence, Obito used kamui to visit you. Carefully watching from a distance till you fall asleep. Just like he did every time he visits you. Following the same ritual as before. He’d enter your home and play with your hair, stroking it as you slept. Some nights he would lay with you and breathe in your scent while you were none the wiser. It was in these moments that he knew he needed to protect you. His delicate little peach. No one in this cruel world would bruise you. He would make sure of it.

One evening while you were paying your respects to your friends, a jonin he didn’t recognize approached you. The man brushed your hip and backside and you pulled away as he asked you on a date. The audacity of the man to think of romance while you were mourning your lost comrades. You had told him no and he left but something told Obito it wasn’t over. This was clearly a man who needed to be stopped. 

The next day the man came to you again and held your hips while he asked to take you on a date, a little more forcefully than before. You had declined his request once more and politely pushed his hands off of you before turning to walk away. He had called out to you but before he could say anything further Obito had dragged the man into his void. The shinobi looked around bewildered. Obito growled at him from behind his mask.

“The lady said no” 

“Where the fuck am I?!”  

“A place no one can hear you scream so don’t give me a reason to bring you back here.” If the man could see Obito’s face behind the mask he surely would’ve wet himself. But instead in a facade of bravery he hurls insults at Obito

“A fuckin coward relies on tricks. Be a man and show me your face.”

“My face is none of your business, as for tricks, I have none, just superior prowess.” Obito makes his voice thick and deep, tapping into Madara’s tone of intimidation. “If I see you bother her again it will be the last time you speak.”

His facade is broken and his throat bobs as he swallows his pride. “Fine, no pussy’s worth a fuckin death threat.”

“Good, now that we understand each other, you may go.”

Obito materializes the man back in the village while he teleports himself over to the tree outside of your home. He spots you walk up to your door and head inside. He yearned to be the one greeting you, welcoming you home,  rather than outside in a tree. You should come home to his loving face, not a room of darkness. 

Instead he waits till you are sound asleep to touch your hips where the other man had touched them. He replaced the man’s predatory touch with his loving one. You rolled into him, your subconscious nestling into his presence. He held you, almost falling asleep from your intoxicating pheromones as they lull him into a state of bliss. When he was sure you wouldn’t wake, he slipped his body out of your bed, replacing himself with a pillow as you searched for his comfort. 

His thumb brushed over your forehead before he disappeared from your home. His beautiful peach ripe for the picking.

While masquerading around as Tobi, Obito couldn’t help but feel lonely and isolated. His thoughts of you began to consume his mind. Every opportunity he had to visit you, he took. He had disappeared so often that the Akatsuki almost forgot about him, not that they were complaining about taking a break from his annoying persona. 

He noticed that you and Kakashi had become close. You were always assisting with his young team and visiting the cemetery together. Obito didn’t like this one bit. Kakashi would pluck his sweet peach from him. But he had to remind himself that Kakashi did keep you safe when you joined his team on missions. He took care of you when Obito could not. Though that didn’t dull his need to claim you, take you as his own. The feeling was intensifying, swelling every day. 

He found himself hunting down every man who so much as looked at you. Kakashi was the only man who’s affection he let slide…even though he was the one who made him the most angry. Maybe it was his sentiment for his old friend. Maybe it was his fear of Kakashi’s skill. Either way, he let him be, not wanting to catch the copy ninja’s attention. 

The remaining miscreants were hunted without mercy. Sometimes he couldn’t help the bloodshed that was inevitable. He was unable to restrain himself, when it came to his peach, there was no limit to what he would do to keep you safe. If they showed no remorse for their predatory stares and their greedy thoughts he would gladly hear them scream before stopping their hearts. A trail of blood secretly followed you but it was all in your delicate name.

He kept tabs on everything you did, especially when it came to your missions. He had to ensure your safety. Recently learning some of the details of one of your upcoming missions, he knew he’d have to keep special watch over you. It was a dangerous mission with Hidden Mist shinobi that had been under consideration to join his troupe. He couldn’t risk history repeating itself and no longer cared if Deidara or Itachi figured out what he had been doing with his spare time. Even though you would be joining Kakashi on this mission, it wasn’t a guarantee of your safety. He already knew that too well and he must protect his sweet peach at all costs.

He stalks your group as you travel through the woods, earning him a side eye from Kakashi who knew something was up but couldn’t quite pin his finger on who the lurker was. You asked him what was wrong but Kakashi refused to say anything, not wanting to tip off a watching Obito that he knew they were being followed. 

Nice try Bakashi, but I already know your tricks.

Soon you came across your target. As predicted they put up quite a fight. You and Kakashi made a remarkable team fending them off. Your mission was to capture them for intel but the confrontation with the targets escalated to the point that elimination was deemed necessary. Obito was impressed by your strength. You took on three of them at once, knocking them down with your earth style shockwave. You manipulated the magnitude, where the earth would fracture, where it would cave in, and even where it would snap up. It was an impressive jutsu but it was not foolproof. He watched you closely, ready to intervene if it ever became too much. He watched you so closely that he hadn’t noticed the back up Mist shinobi that had been summoned. Kunai thrown from the trees flew at you as you went to weave more hand signs. You lept out of the way but still one caught your leg and the other grazed your thigh.

No.

Before Obito could even breathe he was in front of you, mangekyou in place, murder in the front of his mind. His stance was so protective, you didn’t doubt whose side this unknown stranger was on for a second. You simply pulled the kunai out of your leg allowing the blood to flow freely before going on the defensive. 

When a second wave of backup came, you did what you could but you were overwhelmed. Kakashi and his team could not keep up with the stampede of attacks. The fear for your safety caused Obito to snap. He went on a homicidal rampage, annihilating the entire group with gruesome bloodshed, bringing both yourself and Kakashi to a halt. 

In your stunned transe you didn’t catch the shinobi who snuck past your blind spot and stabbed you in the chest. When Obito turns to slice down the man he sees you clutching the kunai. In the span of a single heartbeat he dropped his weapon and pulled you into his void, bending over you in a state of panic. 

He stole your body from the battlefield so quickly Kakashi almost missed it. Kakashi finished off the last of the Mist shinobi, making certain that the life of the man who attacked you would drain by his hand. He stood up in alarm asking Naruto and Sakura if they saw who the man was that took you away. Neither of them did and Kakashi instructed them to search the nearby area for you.

Obito’s hands shook over you as he went to remove the knife, holding pressure where it once had pricked you like a pincushion. You had no idea where you were or who this man was. You had just watched him slaughter nearly twenty men to protect you immediately before his abduction. You would have been terrified if you didn’t have a more pressing issue to tend to.

“My peach, how do I help?” 

In your state of confusion you thought you misheard him. He must have you confused with someone else. You feel your consciousness begin to slip as you speak.

“Do you know…medical…ninjutsu?” it came out as a whisper.

“No” he whined

“Need…Sakura.”

“I can do that.” 

Obito goes back to the scene of his crime. Bodies strewn all over the field. He felt accomplished to see them sprawled out and covered in red.

“Hey you, girl”

“Me?! What did you do with Y/N-sensei?!”

“She’s safe. You know medical ninjutsu?”

“Yeah”

“Meet me over there.” 

She looked at the masked Obito with severe skepticism. He nodded at her and walked away, swirling out of sight as he did, stepping into his void to retrieve you. 

He lifted you up, supporting under your shoulders and knees. He held you close, his entire body tense with worry but somehow gentle. He felt so warm as you were growing cold from your wounds. Despite the horrors you saw him commit, you laid your head against his chest as he carried you back outside to a sheltered spot behind a few trees and a bush where Sakura was waiting.

He laid you down and instructed Sakura to do what she had to while he eagerly watched. Sakura gave him sideways glances many times when she felt she could afford to risk the distraction. Who was this terrifying murderer? Why did he have a fixation with you? After twenty minutes Sakura lowered her hands, panting from the amount of chakra used.

“There.”

“She’s healed?”

She nods, “She’s healed. The major damage at least.”

“Thank you”

He scoops up your body and retreats back to his void as Skaura shouts at your disappearing figures. 

You were out cold, resting for nearly a day when you woke up in a makeshift bed in a dark endless room filled with large gray blocks. 

“Where am I?”

You scan your surroundings but it hurts too much to move. The mysterious masked man suddenly appears in the room causing you to jump, quickly followed by you grabbing your chest in pain. 

“Careful Peach” he says as he rushes to your side, falling on his knees beside you.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” you inquire with eyes screwed shut in pain.

“Because you are my delicate Peach. I need to take care of you.”

“I’ve been taking care of myself just fine, thank you.” you say through clenched teeth, feeling the pain radiate over your entire chest. This man was clearly insane. Despite how he took care of you, you knew you were in danger.

“I wouldn’t call your current condition ‘just fine’, Peach.”

He feels your forehead, looking for signs of fever.

“Just who are you anyways?”

“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you’re okay.”

“It does matter. And I need to go back to my team, let them know I’m okay.”

“The girl knows you’re okay, she’ll tell them.”

“Yes, but I need to get back to them. I need to-”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” Disbelief filled you, yet the earlier bells of warning were officially verified.

He looks at you and shakes his head. “No.”

You look at him stunned, fear swelling. You look around the dark empty space starting to wonder where the exit was.

“You’re not going back. They can’t protect you. I know that now. You will stay with me. Here.”

Stunned into silence you look up at him. You open your mouth and close it a few times before you finally say to him, “You can’t keep me here.”

“I can and I will.”

Obito watches as terrified anger blossoms on your face. You stand up in spite of the pain, searching for an exit. Glancing over your shoulder at him as you move further and further away, frantically peering behind every gray pillar and block.

“You won’t be able to leave on your own.” he calls to you. “Only I can teleport you in and out of here.”

“And where is here?” You say, walking back towards him with a guise of bravery.

“My void”

Your jaw fell open. “Your what?”

“My void. Only I have access to it using Kamui.”

Comprehension made your eyes flood with tears. You were trapped. A madman who just slaughtered a fleet of shinobi to save you has trapped you in another dimension to ‘keep you safe.’ You looked up at him pleading, “I want to go home. Let me go home.”

“I can’t…it’s not safe.”

“But my home, my friends, the village…”

“They will be fine without you.”

Starting to realize he was serious, you begin to plead. “At least let me tell them where I have gone. That way they don’t come looking for me. Let me say goodbye.”

“Peach, I can’t risk you running away. I can’t risk you getting hurt.” He reaches out to pet your hair and you shy away from his touch.

The tears leak down your cheeks, feeling helpless. You walk away and sit down, turning away from the masked man, hugging your knees to your chest and resting your head against the tops of your knee caps.

Obito, feeling pain at seeing you so sad walks up and puts a hand on your shoulder, “It has to be this way Peach, I’m sorry.”

He leaves you alone to sulk. You would be fine. You would grow to accept things the way that they are. You would grow to love him in spite of how it started. It was all going to be okay.

When he left in a swirl you wept. You allowed your mind to panic and wander to all the terrifying possibilities. What was he going to do with you? Why was he obsessed with you? How were you going to get out of this? 

The more your mind reeled the quieter your tears became. Eventually you collapsed back onto the ashen floor. As you lay there, staring up at the black ceiling of his void, exhaustion and sadness ebb you to sleep. 

You wake up the next day to find a large chunk of your stuff from your home was suddenly in the void. He had made the effort to move your belongings to you, even bringing many of your most cherished items such as your favorite clothes, your favorite mug, the blanket you sleep with every night, and your photos of Obito and Rin. 

How did this man know these would be the items you’d want most? How long had he been following you? You felt a shiver roll down your spine.

What you presume to be hours later, the masked man returns to check on you. He’s more timid than he was before. Approaching you carefully. 

“Thank you” you say, looking at the floor, “for bringing me some of my stuff. I’m still pissed, and I’m not staying here, but I appreciate the effort.” You were terrified but you didn’t want him to know that. You were going to find a way out of this. You just had to figure out how to get out of this damned dimension first.

If only you could see the smile below his mask. Overwhelmed by how cute you are he pulls you into a hug. You’re stiff with terror but you feel his strong torso pushed up against your own and you can’t help the little part of you that is left breathless. It feels familiar and warm but you can’t place why.

“I love you Peach.” he says as he holds you in his arms, laying his head on top of your head. He was insane. You reply to him with a shaking voice,

“If you loved me you’d give me some windows instead of dreary slate abyss. I can’t even tell what time of day it is.”

“Sorry, voids don’t work that way, Peach.”

“Sorry, I guess being abducted is new to me.” you forced the sass into your tone. You were petrified but you needed a way out of here. You figured maybe you could manipulate his affection for you.

Obito winces at the word abduction. He prefers to think of it as protection

“What? You didn’t think I’d be okay with this, did you? That is the title of what this is.” You weren’t sure where this bravery came from but he was buying it.

“At least I’m not trying to poison you against your own clan, or acting as the architect to kill your childhood crush.” he said with a venom that made you believe he was speaking from experience but you were too focused on your own situation to care. Your false bravery turned into false anger.

“Sorry to steal the opportunity away from you but I don’t have much in the way of a clan and my childhood crush is already dead.”

His face snapped and locked onto yours. “What did you say?”

“I’m not repeating myself, I know you heard me the first time.”

You watched as his throat bobbed beneath his black mask. Why did that impact him so much? Who was this guy anyways? He acted like he had known you your whole life yet you only know him as a mask and tuft of hair.

“Who are you?���

He turned and walked away from you, “Someone long dead to you”

Well that didn’t answer any questions. If anything it brought up more.

“Well if you won’t tell me who you are, then tell me what to call you.”

“Currently the world knows me as Tobi.”’

“Do you want me to call you Tobi then?”

“No…”

“Then what do I call you?”

He paused. “I guess Tobi is fine.”

“Okay, well Tobi, I want to go home. I am not spending my life tucked inside this vault.”

“That’s out of the question.”

You inhale deeply. Acting skills front and center. “Then I guess my safety isn’t guaranteed.”

He glanced over, tilting his head, giving you a questioning look.

“Your top priority is my safety. I can think of a lot of ways to make myself unsafe all alone here in this little void of yours,” You taunt him with your words as your eyes dart around the room.

His blood boiled over. Were you really suggesting what he thought you were? And over some dumb sunlight?! His hands twitched by his side.

“Tobi, if you intend for this” you say pointing around the void, “to be the rest of my life, it will be a short one because I’m not doing it.” you cross your arms. Of course you weren’t actually suicidal but you were going to say anything to better your circumstances. He may be your psychotic captor but he seemed to have a weakness for your well being and you were going to pull at that thread till he unraveled.

He heaved a heavy sigh before grumbling. “Give me a day to figure it out.”

“And how will I know if it's been a day?! I can’t tell time without the sun or so much as a frickin watch!”

The theatrics were working. 

“I’m sorry Peach, I’ll be back.”

He fled from the void with his tail between his legs. You let out a huge breath. How you were able to pull that stunt off was beyond you. Desperation breeds its own strength. You hoped with all your might when he came back it was to get you out of his little dimension. 

You waited, having absolutely nothing to do. No books, no games, no radio, no food, no beverage…nothing. 

You mind tortured you with thoughts. You wondered how everyone was back home, rejecting the demons of your subconscious telling you that you may never see them again. 

I will find a way out of this. 

You strolled around checking out what was behind all the gray boxes. Surprise, it was more gray boxes. You climbed each one, beginning to count them as you went. You were usually a very ambitious person but there was nothing to do. You began playing with your jutsu to see if it would work in a void. Update: it does. You brought an entire kilometer to rubble just for fun and treaded up the path you created to get some exercise. Then you jumped block to block, back to your little makeshift bedroom waiting for Tobi. Eventually you got tired so you made yourself ready for bed hoping that when you woke up he would be back with updated living arrangements.

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You turn over as you stir and nuzzle into a hand that is softly petting your hair. 

“Good Morning Peach”

You stiffen before your eyes dart up to his. Mask of bravery back in place, you greet him. “Good morning Tobi.” He winces. He hates how the false moniker sounds coming from your mouth. 

“I see you started destroying my void.”

“I was bored so I decided to train.”

A hearty chuckle left his throat. “I made arrangements but please understand I will not sound or behave like myself where we are going.”

“And why is that?”

“You will see eventually.”

“Oh boy, so glad you enlightened me.” you lay the sarcasm thick and it only makes him laugh more. Good, he finds you charming. You can work with this.

“I also want to warn you, we will be among rogue shinobi.”

“So your idea of keeping me safe is to have me live with the very people that I’ve been hunting. The very same people who want to kill me and my friends?”

“Yes, If you are among us, no one will bother you. If you remained in the village, you would be subject to their…missions.”

“Seems like stupid logic if you ask me.”

“Please trust me.”

“I don’t, but I don’t have a choice either.”

“At least you’re not dumb”

“Did you think I was?”

“Not even for a second.”

He grabbed your hand with his strong possessive one. Something about the way your palm fit in his felt right. You weren’t sure why but that was the signal your brain sent your hand when you gripped it tighter. A psychopath whose hand you were holding. Great, you’ve completely lost your marbles a mere three days into captivity.

Next thing you knew you could smell the air of the earth again, you could see the shadows left by the sun, happiness washed over you in a visible way and Tobi’s fingers slid between yours upon seeing your reaction. He pulled you into another hug, he seems to always be hugging you. It’s like he’s forcing you to get used to him. “I will be this person when we are alone. I will be another when the others are around. You understand?”

You nod your head worried about what he could possibly mean? What kind of a monster is he around this gang of thugs that he needs to warn you?

He removes his hand from yours and places it between your shoulder blades pushing you towards a cavern. A man with orange hair, purple eyes and many piercings looks you up and down as you enter. 

“Tobi, this is her?”

“Yes Pain! This is the hostage I spoke about!” His voice was comically high pitched and he sounded like a child. You tried your hardest not to react but it was just so different from what you were expecting. 

“Put her in the dungeon.”

“Well sir, remember I requested she stay in my room, sir?!”

“Yes but she’s a hostage, who will stop her from escaping?”

“Do you really think she’s dumb enough to try and leave the hideout of the Akatsuki?”

Your face went pale as you realized just who you had been dealing with this whole time. They were supposed to wear black cloaks with red clouds. You hadn’t seen Tobi wear his once! Always dressed in all black with sandles. But your reaction built a convincing case. The man named Pain accepted your fear as enough of a restraint. He didn’t question why it would be Tobi’s room but some blonde man eyed you hungirly and told Pain Tobi was probably keeping you in his room to finally lose his virginity. 

Once behind his door, he modulated his voice back to normal.

“What the hell was that?” you asked more honestly than you intended.

“What? You’ve never seen an act before?”

“Well of course. But why do you make yourself seem like a fool?”

“So no one will suspect.”

“Suspect what?”

“Don’t worry about it. Here.” Tobi swirls you back into his void and he starts gathering your things. After a second you begin to copy him and he brings you both back to his room in the Akatsuki hideout. You start to find nooks and crannies to store your things leaving only one remaining item in your hands. He watches you as you look down on your photos of your friends. Eyes lingering over the one of you and Obito before you tuck them away with mist in your eyes. 

“Are you okay?”

“No, but…thank you…for bringing the photos. I don’t know how you knew but I appreciate it.”

Tobi pulled you into another hug. You were unsure why he cared so much and why you kept letting him hug you. Maybe it was cause compared to your new roommates he suddenly seems less scary. To his credit this hug felt nice. Plus, since it seems like he was going to be your only companion for a while, you decided to tolerate it. 

He unfurled the hug and began tugging at your shirt. Lifting the hem above your neck, exposing your bare breasts.

“Hey!”

He disregarded your complaint and touched where your stab wound had been. “How does it feel?”

“It’s fine.” You say blushing while you cover your bosom. “May you please let go of my shirt now?”

“Huh? Oh, of course. Sorry Peach.” He drops your shirt and backs away swiftly almost as if he was embarrassed. He seemed a little more humane today so you decided to press your luck and scout out your surroundings.

“Can we go outside? I’d appreciate some sun and maybe some real food”

He gives you a piercing stare out of the eye hole of his mask.  “Stay by my side. I know you are strong but however strong you think you are, I am stronger.”

You gulp remembering the massacre you witnessed three days ago.

“I will be your protector. No one will hurt you ever again.” he lifted your chin so you’d look up at his eye through the swirling mask. “I promise.”

“I believe you…”

You see his eye crease when you speak. He was happy. That’s good. Keep him happy and it will give you openings to escape…though you weren’t sure outrunning him would be possible given his tricky teleportation ability.

You spend the afternoon with him, gathering intel and acting flirty, playing along with his advances. When he grabbed your hand, you laced your fingers. When he reached for your hip, you reached for his. When he hugged you, you draped your arms around his neck. You play into his affection for you, keeping him happy, earning his trust and lowering his guard. If I keep this up, captivity will be bearable. But you also feared that if you acted a little too well, you may fall for your own lies. Holding him today felt too easy given your desperate situation. Was it a genjutsu perhaps?

Nighttime came and instead of parading you past the other members of the Akatsuki who were home between missions, he teleported you both straight to his chambers. You get ready for bed and realize you do not have a bed of your own. It was still in the void. Would he send you to spend the nights in the void? He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I would feel safest if you shared the bed with me.” he said looking down. “You can sleep on the opposite side of the bed if you would like but I don’t want an enemy who finds the hideout to get to you before I wake.” 

You swallow nervously. You know he loves you. That much is obvious but you are searching for signs that he might try to take advantage of you while you’re unconscious. You think back to earlier when he was checking your wound. He didn’t seem to register that he had exposed your breasts for his pleasure. It was almost like your anatomy was irrelevant, only your well being consumed his thoughts. You chose to believe he will be respectful and so you agree.

“Pick whichever side you want. I’ll be back when I’m done.” He grabs a fresh pair of pants and heads to the bathroom. When the door is snapped shut you stand there looking at the bed. You’ve never chosen a side of the bed before. You’ve never been in a situation where you had to. You paced around the mattress like it was the most daunting choice you ever had to make. It’s not like this was a long term decision. You’d escape or convince him to let you go soon enough. So why were you weighing your options so carefully? 

Eventually you decide to choose the side closest to the window and give him the side closest to the door. You were much more afraid of his fellow gang members coming in with less than pure intentions than you were of outside shinobi coming for the blood of the Akatsuki. 

Just as you finally slip between the sheets, Tobi comes out of the bathroom with only a pair of black stretch sweatpants on. Your eyes drink up his figure. His body was half white as if made up of false materials but it moved like it was his real body. He was extremely toned, swollen pecs and chiseled abs cut across his upper body causing a little drool to pool in the corner of your mouth. Most surprisingly, he also took off his mask and below you saw battle torn skin that etched across the right side of a face that was intimidating, yet soft and familiar. His eyes catch you staring and he quickly looks down removing some of the intimidation you felt. 

He scratches the back of his neck. “I haven’t shown my face to anyone in years. I’m sorry if it scares you. I just can’t always sleep in the mask.”

“No, it’s fine” you say in a hoarse voice. Your throat had suddenly gone dry. “It’s not scary.” 

It wasn’t but what did scare you was the thoughts of what epic battle had mangled him to this degree only for him to survive and still be as strong as he is. You suddenly wondered if he was invincible and if escape would ever be possible. 

He took his position on the vacant side of the bed, smiling that you left him by the door. He knew exactly why you chose the side you did. He turned to face you from under the covers. 

“Goodnight Peach.”

“Goodnight Tobi.”

You see him wince as you say his name. You knew he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want you calling him by that name. He turns over and extinguishes the candle letting darkness blanket the room as you drift to sleep with surprising ease. Your body’s alarm, shockingly low given your current residence.

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Sunlight seeps into the room as Obito wakes up. He suddenly realizes how warm he is and it only took a few more blinks of his groggy eyes to realize why. You had traveled over to his side of the bed last night and latched onto him. He smiled, feeling his chest fill with joy. He petted your hair. You were his. You didn’t know it yet, but you were. In a few short days not only were you almost completely healed from your recent battle but you were falling for him too. Hugging him, holding his hand, cuddling in bed, Obito had never experienced human touch like this before but he was sure it didn’t always feel this right. 

He tries waking you but is met with grumpy groans and you bury yourself deeper into his chest. He kisses the top of your head as your little fists cling to him tight. He gave up on trying to wake you and let you ride out your sleep, enjoying the cuddles that were sure to cease as soon as you came to. 

Sure enough, nearly an hour later he hears you sharply inhale as you withdraw from him. You quickly sit up and face the window as he casually stretches and gets up. 

“Good Morning” he yawns feeling smug and powerful

“Morning” you say as you adjust your messy bun, trying to seem casual as you hide your embarrassment that you were needily cuddling with your kidnapper. 

You both get ready for the day, you donning a set of tactical clothes for no reason other than it was what you were used to and him, his mask and Akatsuki gear, no longer hiding the cloak now that you knew his occupation. He grabs your hip and teleports you to a tea shop for breakfast. 

You live out a week in this manner. Spending all your free time together. Occasionally having run-ins with the other Akatsuki members. They eye you in a bone chilling way. You are certain they are calculating how to enter into your room without awakening Tobi. They are nothing but disrespectful towards him, but he gives as good as he gets. You especially have to hone your acting skills to not laugh when Tobi says something ignorant and rude in his comedic tone, earning the anger of who you now know is his partner Deidara. 

One thing that bothers you the most is the ever watchful eyes of the mass murderer Itachi Uchiha. He is always polite and quiet and would seemingly be the nicest of the members if not for his reputation for slaughtering his entire clan. It’s always the quiet ones. You didn’t like how he would stare at you. After your last run in with him and Kisame, you were sure they were looking for retribution. You decide to bring this up to Tobi as he gets in bed. 

“Tobi,” he winces “I know you said I’d be safe here among the other members but I recently fought against Itachi and Kisame. I don’t like how the Uchiha looks at me. I feel like he’s looking for payback.”

“He’s not.”

You were annoyed at how quickly his dismissed you. His concern for your safety was then entire reason for your current predicament.

“How do you know that?”

“Cause I know him.”

“So you should know what he did.”

“I do.”

“And you trust him?”

“With my life.”

“How can you say that? He doesn’t even know your true identity?” 

You are gobsmacked by the wild claim Tobi is making. He killed his entire bloodline and Tobi was okay with that. It was moments like this that reminded you that Tobi was a murderer, not the lovable goof that he had been masquerading around as. 

“Itachi is the only person walking this earth who knows my true identity.”

Your jaw drops open. 

“But you said that no one had seen your face…”

“It’s true, he does not know my face but he knows my identity.” You were at a loss. “One day I will enlighten you on the events of that night but know this, of every person here, Itachi is the one you can trust the most to keep you safe. If anything happens to me, he is entrusted with your safety.”

The thought terrified you. He was out of his mind. You saw what Itachi did to Kakashi first hand. You saw the morning after the Uchiha massacre. He was not to be trusted. “Tobi, no…”

His nose twitches and that was the last straw. “Well if you hate the name Tobi so much then why do you go by it!” your emotions had been high strung for over a week and you were snapping, boldly yelling at your captor.

“I don’t hate the name. I just hate when you say it.”

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Cause it feels wrong to hear you call me by something other than my name.”

“There’s just no winning with you. I can’t call you by your real name cause it’s some big secret that only a serial killer knows and oh yeah, apparently that same psychopath inherits me if you die!”

You cross your arms over your chest, huffing in frustration. You weren’t even sure why it bothered you so much. This is a temporary situation. You were kidnapped. You were going to escape. If Tobi dies then it will mean you’re finally free. You just have to find a way to sneak out of this hideout and you could finally go home.

“He’s the only one I can trust to guard you with his life.”

You roll your eyes, huffing once more before pursing your lips. “Why? I need to know, Tobi. Why?”

He looks down and shrinks in your gaze. “Because only he knows what it’s like to love as an Uchiha.”

You felt the wind knocked out of you. Was he saying what you think he is?

“You’re a…?”

“Yes.”

“But Itachi…”

“...had help.”

Your hand flys to your mouth covering it in shock. 

He finally looks up at you. “Y/N, it’s not what you think it is. I can explain.”

You feel fear chill your entire body and you see on his face how upset he is that you are more afraid of him than ever. He rushes towards you and gets on his knees begging and pleading, “please allow me to explain.”

“Your clan…you helped him murder…all those people.” you said it robotically. You begin to disassociate from the conversation, lost in thought till you circled around to the realization that no one talked about a missing body among the corpses. The only survivor was Saskue. There was no one else left unaccounted for among the names of the fallen brethren. So who was Tobi?

“Tobi, if you’re an Uchiha, then who are you?”

His face flushed to a cherry red. Despite the horrifying details he just shared, for the first time you felt you had the upper hand in your captivity. Why was he so afraid to tell you? He grabbed both your hands, rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles. 

Your eyes bore into him anxiously waiting for an answer.

“It’s me.” 

You remained silent, your stern expression waiting for clarification.

“Obito”

Your hands went limp in his hold. Every tense muscle relaxed as your heart leapt to your throat getting your hopes up. Then after a moment you began shaking and crying with anger. 

“That’s not funny, Tobi.” You growled at him in quiet rage. “Obito died over a decade ago. Kakashi and Rin saw it happen. None of us were the same after. I visit his grave every day I’m in the village. But I’m sure you knew that already, didn't you?” You were seeing red. He had been stalking you. This was all a ruse to get you to fall for him. You didn’t care for your safety at this moment, even after discovering he was a part of one of the most heinous crimes in the history of the Leaf, you were going to knock sense into this liar if it was the last thing you ever did. 

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s really me.” He grabs your photo of him and holds it by his face. “See?” 

You can’t see the resemblance cause your eyes are too full of tears. 

“Take your hands off that photo! Don’t touch it!”

“Y/N, think about it.” He pleads with you, “Kakashi has a sharingan in his left eye. My left eye is missing. Obito was crushed under a boulder on his right side. Look at my right side! It looks like this.” he gestured to the Hashirama cells, “I was rescued, Y/N. Madara found me. I survived.”

You had to admit that it made sense except for the last part. 

“Madara is dead.”

“He is now, but he wasn’t at the time. He became my master after the accident, after I healed, after Rin…”

His voice cracked at the last word. It was a sobering sound causing your anger to break.

“...Obito?”

He swallowed heavily, “Yes”

You believed him….

The wave of emotion that crashed over you knocked you to your knees. You fell to the ground sobbing. The boy you had loved all your life was before you, taking care of you, alive and well. A monster who had done horrendous things but he was alive. The realization broke your mind. Obito joined you on the floor, holding you as you cried in his arms. 

“Why did you never come back? All of us, we needed you. I-I needed you.”

“I can’t tell you that Peach. But I’m here now. I won’t leave you.” 

Your hands grabbed at him like he would disappear at any given moment. One arm wrapping around his back, the other cradling his head as you hyperventilate in his arms. 

He nuzzles into the curve of your neck as he professes, “I love you Peach.” 

You wanted to say it back but talking wasn’t an option. You were too overcome with emotion. 

He helped you up to standing and laid you down on the bed. He got in next to you and held you in his arms till your cries quieted. His large palm stroking over your back, comforting you as your mind came to grips with the fact that he was very much alive and very much in love with you the way you were in love with him. 

Occasionally as you cried, he’d kiss your cheek or your temple. Suddenly all the terrifying things you’d witnessed over the past ten days were no longer so terrifying. He stalked you cause he loved you. He murdered all those shinobi to protect you. He kidnapped you cause he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. The alarms that he been blaring in your head all turned quiet.

Your breathing began to return to normal and you pulled away to look at Obito squarely in the face, leaving no room for misinterpretation. You needed him to know your intentions. 

You grabbed both sides of his face and leaned in for a kiss. He quickly pulled you into his body as tightly as he could, squishing you into his chest, nearly breaking your ribs with want. You both inhaled deeply as your lips locked onto each other. You opened your mouth, seeking to deepen the kiss. It was your first one after all, you wanted to make it good. 

You toss your leg over his hip, grinding into him as one of his hands lowered to stroke your thigh and ass cheek. You moan into his mouth, him returning your sounds of affection into your own. The stroking of your leg became rough as his tough hands grip into the flesh of your behind. Your breathing heavy and ragged as your arousal increases. 

Eventually he falls to his back as you straddle him, hunching over to feast on his mouth while you continue to roll your hips against his pants. You were in the most heated and only kiss of your life and you were sure for Obito it was the same. His deep groans as you dry humped his boner concealed inside his sweatpants made your heart flutter with excitement. Everything that had been stolen from you as an adolescent was right beneath you, in your arms and between your legs. 

Obito released your lips to lean his head back with a particularly loud moan echoing out of him causing Deidera to pound against the wall. “Just cause I knew you were going to fuck her doesn’t mean I need to hear it you fucking virgins!”

You laugh centimeters from his face before he flips you onto the bed so he is hovering over your panting silhouette. Lashes fluttering as you salivate from the way his strong presence looms over you. 

“Obito, I…” He kisses you slow and deep, not letting you speak. You break the kiss to finish your sentence. “I love you.”

He latches onto your lips again before speaking into your mouth, “I love you too.”

You wrap both of your legs around him, lifting yourself up to rut into him when he finally leans back on his knees to rip down your pajama pants, letting your legs fall to each side, exposing your soft flesh, ready and waiting to be sullied with unholy deeds. He sinks down, positioning himself between your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him with curious interest. 

He kisses and sucks on your inner thighs. He releases the pliable flesh with a pop and smiles at his artwork. Of course he’d leave a mark the first chance he got. You were his after all. 

He worked his way to your center, licking a stripe up your sex before latching over your little bundle of nerves. He began to suck on it as if hoping to separate it from your body. He licked the small nub gently between vicious suckling, driving you wild and causing you to squirm. Your hand shot down to rest in his hair as you furrowed your brows and tilted your hips up into his chin, soaking his face in your secretions. Desperate need consuming your body.

He came up for air and crawled back up over you to get another one of your sweet kisses, before sinking his fingers into your tight virgin cunt. You whimper into his lips. He drags his fingers in and out of you causing you to clench around them. You make small cries as you feel him attempting to stretch you, readying you for his intrusion. 

Your hand reached for him, looking to sink beneath his pants to stroke what you desired. He propped himself up on his elbow next to you while his hand reached between your legs. You slipped between his abdominals and his waistband, fingers gliding around his thick base before closing around it and stroking upwards. Obito shuddered at your touch, hips instinctively thrusting towards you. Your hand firmly set around him, stroking up and down, you twisted towards his face to continue kissing him. The sloppy exchange continuing while you worked between each other’s legs. The heat radiated off of your bodies as your lust filled every pore. You pull back, a trail of spit connecting your mouths as you speak.

“I’m ready.”

Obito withdrew his fingers as he leaned away. He sucked his fingers clean as he stood up next to the bed. He dropped his pants so that they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of the fabric and crawled back on the bed over you. 

He gently glided his barren length over your folds, lubricating himself in your sopping wet juices. His tip lightly poked at your swollen bud causing your breath to hitch. He gives you a nod signaling he’s going in. He sinks just the tip in and your arms tighten around him in response.

“Are you okay?”

You look up into his eyes and nod. “Mhm”

He begins to push inwards. You gasp at the stretch. It was painful but soon it shifted into a pleasurable sensation.

“Are you still okay?”

You bit your lower lip as you nod in agreement. He reached down. He wanted to be the one biting your lip. Connecting his with yours once more, his tongue swirled with passion as he stroked in and out of you slowly, allowing you to turn into a puddle under him. You cry into his mouth as you feel your walls constrict around him. You had never felt anything quite like it. Every part of you was satisfied in this position. Legs wrapped around his waist, lips connected with his, sharing the air you breathed, and the feeling of him buried in you. It was love in its purest sense. 

His soft slow romantic strokes began to give way as he realized how good the friction felt. Your tight walls wrapped around him so well, squeezing him in a way he could have never even dreamt about. You were perfection itself and it was making him ravenous.

He rolled his hips into you till they slapped against your rear. You make little sounds in response to the connection. It encourages him so he continues to roll. You keep mewling with each stroke. It is an anthem to his heart and he wants to hear it played louder. He begins slamming into you. You want to take it and please him but it’s becoming too much. 

You see his eyes gloss over. He’s consumed with the unfamiliar sensation. He flips you onto your stomach. He straddles you with his knees on either side of your legs, pinning them together. He thrusts up and in as you lay down flat. He slams his palm down on your cheek and you make a small grunt upon impact. You hear him smirk.”tch” He wants to do that again. 

You grunt a second time. He sits back on his heels and pulls your perfect body up off the bed and sits you down on his erection. Back facing him, he snakes his hands around your front and under your shirt. His muscular arms lift you up and down on him as you sing out little sounds of pleasure. 

“That’s it baby. You’re doing such a good job.”

You completely exhale as he whispers praise into your ear. Your heart thundering at a wild pace as one hand grabs on top of his hand that has a bruising grip on your chest and the other reaches back to grab him behind his head. 

He bends forward to lay light kisses along your neck and into the curve of your shoulder. You were his every desire. All the dangerous things he was capable of were only out of love for you. He would murder hordes of shinobi, tame tailed beasts, and level entire cities in your honor. He would do anything to live this moment on repeat for the rest of his life. 

You twist in his arms, politely asking to look upon his face. He sits back as he lifts you off of him. You turn around on your knees and straddle his lap, facing him as he tugs at your hem, gently lifting the fabric over your head and tossing it to a dark corner of the room. 

He hunches down to taste your perky peaks. His tongue dragging along each nub before his lips close around it with a gentle suckle. Your head lulls backwards as you cry out blissfully, allowing the new sensations to overwhelm your mind. Obito rocks your body up and down along his shaft but he doesn’t think he will be able to hold out much longer. 

He gingerly lays you down on your back, propping your legs open with his arms as he leans down, pushing his chest into yours. You feel your flexibility being tested as he sinks into you and your eyes widen at how deep he went. He begins to stroke, craving the warmth of the fast friction generated by his thrusts. He allows his sack to sway into your rear, hitting it with a satisfying clap at each impact. Your face begins to twist with pleasure. Your rhythmic cries calling to him like a siren's song. 

He leans down and presses his lips into yours, allowing your moans to reverberate around the inside of his mouth. He nears his climax as you reach yours. Releasing together in loving harmony. He slowly pumps into you, draining the seed from his length into your loving walls that graciously drink it in. 

Your doting eyes never leave his face. You realize you are hopelessly bound to him. You would never escape your captivity, nor did you want to. Both of you have surrendered to the other. Your head collapses onto the pillow and he licks one last stripe up your neck before falling next to you and kissing your jaw. His strong finger tugs at your chin, turning you to him so he may continue to adorn your lips with kisses. 

Your faces would fold into each other's necks as your bodies tangled together under the covers. The man who kidnapped you, now your most valued treasure. He would possessively hold his delicate little peach every night from henceforth and you would never speak of going home ever again because now that Obito lay with you, you were home. You allow your eyes to close and your heart to go still as you fall into a deep slumber in his arms.

Home… 

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𝟭𝟴+ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜, 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗔𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ;)

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𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗻 & 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂:

•these two love nothing more than a brat, someone to challenge them. someone who pushes their limits.

•both are brat tamers, all for punishments and funishments. You want to act out? Too damn bad. They’ll be the first to pull you into their room and snap that mentally right from you.

•toys, being tied up, sensory deprivation, all these among other things they’ll use on and against you. they truly enjoy watching the way you whimper, begging for them to use your holes.

•Kakuzu & Hidan are definitely on the rougher side of things but they both know when you need gentler loving, and won’t hesitate to slow down if they feel that you can’t handle it.

•praising? Forget about it, that won’t come until they’re done with you. “𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹”, “𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁?”, “𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲.” Are the comments they’ll coo and mewl into your ears as they mark you up and stuff you.

•are gods at aftercare. Hidan wasn’t aware that it was something that should and needed to be done after a session. Kakuzu had to explain it to him but once he understood, he was the first to jump up and make you comfortable. bubble baths, body massages, playing with you hair. These are just some of the ways to two will take care of you.

𝗦𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗶 & 𝗗𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗮:

•these two will take their time with you. They say your body is art and will marvel at you like you’re on a pedestal.

•what you would think would be a short and quick fuck, would turn into hours of pleasure. Each whimper, moan, and whine that escapes your lips only eggs them on.

•definitely taking turns. While one fucks you, the other will play with you. They enjoy doing this while in missionary. Deidara will have you up against him while his red haired partner fills you up. The blonde will play with your nipples, stroke your frame, nibble on your ears and leave purple marks on your neck.

•Sasori won’t cum yet. He’ll pull out and let his partner take his turn. Sasori will gently place your hand around his shaft, having you slowly stroke him as a test to your concentration.

•the pair love to praise. Especially when you’re taking both of them. “𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀.”, “𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆.”. they also love caressing & touching your face any chance they get.

•kisses. whether it’s on your lips or your neck, even your inner thighs, kissing is one thing they can’t go without. eye contact is another thing the two crave. they feel it’s a pure bonding, and intimate connection.

•their version of aftercare involves cuddling and sleeping. once everyone’s been cleaned up, they’ll place you gently between them, wrapping you up under the blanket and they’ll trace over your body and play with your hair until you fall asleep.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 & 𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗻:

•pain will have Konan focus on you first. Watching as his partners face is buried between your legs, causing you to cry out as her tongue flicks over your clit. He enjoys the way you grab onto her hair when she slides her fingers into you, almost as if you want her deeper.

•Konan is primarily the top with you, taking control until it’s time to take her partner. Sometimes she’ll have you finger fuck her, pleasing her the way she does you. These two also enjoy bringing toys into the mix. Edging you with a vibrator until you’re begging for release.

•Pain never lets either of the girls feel excluded. Giving both Konan and you the same amount of pleasure and attention. Hates when his girls are dissatisfied. While he fucks you, he’ll hold a vibrator to his partners clit, watching as they both become unraveled by his touch.

•when Pain is near his orgasm, he’ll have both of you get on your knees in front of him. The look of his girls this way throws him over the edge. Covering the both of you in his cum. All over your faces, it dripping down your chins and onto your chests.

•their version of aftercare is taking a nice hot shower. It’ll start off innocent, just lathering yourselves in soap to clean yourselves and before you know it, Pain will have you and Konan bent over and mushed against the shower wall.

𝗭𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂 & 𝗧𝗼𝗯𝗶/𝗢𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗼:

•doms! This pair takes control. Black Zetsu will be the main focus out of him and white Zetsu, but white Zetsu is the one the praise you during your sessions.

•Obito prefers being the ‘sloppy’ second believe it or not. He’ll watch his partner stuff and fill your holes, listening to the way you cry as you take him. He also loves to taunt you when his partner is deep in your cunt. “𝘄𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗶𝗺.”, “𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁.”, “𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰. 𝗜𝘀 𝘇𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸?”

•they both love choking. Your neck will be red for hours after each session. Any form of marking these two are able to leave on you fuels them. They both have an ownership & possession kink. They’re not satisfied until you’re covered in purple and red marks.

•another thing to two love doing is pulling out and cumming on your entrance. The pair love watching as you go about your daily activities with their cum mixing together in your panties.

•uses each other for punishments. You piss off Obito? You’ll be paying for that as Zetsu stuffs your holes, his partner will be right next to you as your face is mushed on the wall, into the carpet, into a pillow. The usual taunting will continue, becoming harsher with each sentence. Obito knows his words cause you to become soaked, craving nothing but his cock inside you, and that’s what you’re being deprived of.

•Zetsu is the same. If you anger him, you’re out of luck. He’ll have Tobi bending you over a desk, completely wrecking you. Zetsu does taunt, just not as much as Tobi. What he does instead is stroke his cock. Just out of your arms reach. It’s look but don’t touch, which drives you mad.

•at the end of this, they’ll run you a hot bath. Letting you relax and unwind in the warm water. They’ll be found in the kitchen, preparing a delicious meal for after.

𝗞𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 & 𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶:

•just like Deidara & Sasori, these two prefer going slow. They’ll go all day if they choose.

•when there isn’t enough time to have sex, they’ll have you take turns riding their thighs. Leaving stains from your juices on their pant legs.

•these two aren’t ashamed of pushing you against a tree while out on a mission. They also don’t care if anybody discovers the three of you getting it on, whether that’s at home in the compound or while on a task.

•hair pullers. That nice bun, or ponytail you had? It’ll be wrecked by the time these two are done with you.

•late at night, they love when you get on top. Taking your time and doing what movements you need to get your release. They love watching the way your tits bounce as you ride their cocks.

•as much as they love using you, they prefer when you use them. If you crave them in the middle of the night, they’ll be more than happy to give you what you want. You want to sneak off from a group dinner and have a quickie in a bathroom, just give them that look and they’ll find an excuse to leave.

•when it comes to aftercare, they will worship your body like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do. Don’t get me wrong, they worship you while fucking, but seeing your body after, sets them both into overdrive. Body massages, compliments and praises, and kissing.

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #konan headcanons #pain nagato #obito uchiha #zetsu x reader #hidan smut #kakuzu headcanons #kakuzu x hidan #zetsu x tobi #kisame x itachi #pain x Konan #sasori x deidara #deidara smut #Sasori smut #akatsuki headcanons #akatsuki smut #akatsuki x reader

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Featuring the Akatsuki and how they would spend Halloween with a Darling that loves the spooky season!

Itachi

Itachi is rather introverted and doesn't like parties or loud events. He could, of course, put on a smile and interact with anyone if it was for your sake, but he will be looking forward to being alone with you once again. Plainly put, he has no interest in other people.

He finds your excitement cute and might suggest that you spend a quiet evening in the graveyard, feeding the ravens and discussing horror movies and literature. It's peaceful, comforting and fitting. Oh, he just loves hearing your voice.

Truly, what could be more romantic than debating ghoulish matters among the dead and decayed? For Itachi it is a statement in itself, that your love prevails over everything. Perhaps even foreshadowing, if anyone ever dares to interfere.

Kisame

Kisame will be happy to comply with any proposal as long as you're by his side. That's really the only requirement for his successful Halloween. If you prefer larger events, he will dutifully keep suitors away and allow you to mingle with your friends. Otherwise a cozy evening indoors will suffice.

Now listen, when it comes to horror movies I’m sure the first thought is usually Jaws. But I had this picture in my head: watching Silent Hill with Kisame and getting him to dress up as Pyramid Head. If there’s a costume party happening, he’ll be right behind you in that bloodied up apron and great knife dragging along.

In fact, you could even go for a matching costume, such as Bubble Head Nurse. Kisame takes his role very seriously, so naturally once you’re alone he might just do what Pyramid Head does. You can tell he’s been looking forward to it once his imposing gloved hand is around your throat, grip tightening in anticipation.

Sasori

Sasori will be against any social event, so you better not pester him with any of those annoying Halloween parties. He does not care for it and he finds it an utter waste of time that could be spent with you instead. Why do you need the company of others?

If you must celebrate in some way, he’d much rather compromise on some quiet, cultural activity. Perhaps some museum exhibition, or a candlelight organ concert in a church. Even better, a horror movie at home so he doesn’t have to worry about perverts eyeing you.

I like to think he’d enjoy Tim Burton movies. They’re artsy and tasteful and a lot of the recurring themes might pique his interest. You’ll finish watching Edward Scissorhands and notice he’s been thoughtfully gazing at you for some time. Is anything wrong? Not really. He’d just been pondering that you won’t be allowed to grow old. He’ll make sure of it.

Deidara

Deidara is a thrill seeker and will absolutely share your enthusiasm for Halloween. Costume parties, haunted houses, amusement parks, you name it. He loves a good scare and might even compile an elaborate list of activities to make sure you have the best time. Truth be told, seeing you enjoying yourself might be the actual highlight.

He won’t mind, however, if you’d prefer a less intense evening. There’s plenty of things to do away from the crowd, such as pumpkin carving. He’ll do his best to impress you with his artistic skills, presenting highly elaborate carvings, often depicting your favorite things. He lives to entertain you.

If he thinks about it, this is a perfect opportunity to prove to you that really no one else compares. His love for you is unmatched. And as he likes to say, the holiday isn’t complete until it ends with a bang ;) (Had to make the joke)

Kakuzu

Ugh. Kakuzu just dreads the upcoming holidays. It’s all puerile, commercial quackery and he does his best to ignore the nonsense. Or he used to, at the very least. As much as it irritates him, your disappointed expression might be even more unbearable. He does have a soft spot for you, after all.

So fine, go ahead. Do your silly little Halloween shenanigans. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with other people. It’s really just the best for everyone involved. You wouldn’t want some poor soul complimenting your outfit to immediately meet their demise at the hands of your intimidating boyfriend. His patience might be thin, but when it comes to you it’s basically nonexistent.

Ideally it’ll be just you and him. Graveyards, horror movies, haunted houses, pumpkin patches, whatever your little heard desires. If he’s in a good mood, he might even be willing to don a matching costume.

Hidan

Given Hidan’s beliefs, he’s not very impressed by some pagan invention, although he does enjoy the activities that come with it. It’s his guilty pleasure. Especially because he gets to see you all dressed up.

That might just be the main reason, really. You. He loves seeing your excitement and would do anything to entertain it. He enjoys social events where he can show you off, but doing things alone as a couple is also perfectly fine. Okay, if he’s entirely honest, he would very much like to parade you around as his.

All the gore and the terror really gets him into the mood. By the end of the day he’ll be a starved man, and you can be sure that once he gets his hands on you it will be a bloody, scratching, biting mess. He’s probably the type to suggest you do it in a graveyard for the thrills.

Pein

Pein pretends not to care, but he is very much aware your favorite holiday is approaching. He’ll prepare weeks in advance to make sure he won’t have any paperwork or surprise missions. The day will be entirely dedicated to you.

He will either quietly follow you around to whatever plans you’ve made, like a loyal dog, or will conjure his own activities in case you didn’t expect too much productivity to be possible. Oh, the things he’ll do for your sake. Anything for a glimpse of that genuine smile.

You’re quite amused by the fact that Pein retains his serious expression no matter what jumpscares come your way. Impressed, you can’t help but ask him: “Is there even anything that frightens you?” And he won’t have to contemplate an answer for long. Naturally the thought of losing you. All the other artificial horrors pale in comparison. But you needn’t worry, he will never, ever allow it to happen.

Konan

Konan is only mildly excited about Halloween, but she will never say no to spending time with you. Additionally, it comes with the opportunity of doing arts and crafts as a way to relax. Forget buying decorations, she’ll be crafting the most exquisite garlands and ornaments you’ve ever laid eyes on.

She prefers to keep to herself. If you desire to attend a social gathering, she won’t downright refuse, but she’ll maintain her distance from the crowd and count the hours until you’re alone and together.

I feel like she would treat it as a spooky Valentine’s Day. She’ll show up with an elaborate gothic bouquet of flowers and a card quoting your favorite horror book or movie. “I have crossed oceans of time to find you”, as she lovingly once read in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. You’re her very own undying romance.

Tobi

You might think you’re excited for Halloween, but it quickly fades when compared to Tobi’s enthusiasm. Before you can even mention it to him, he will present you with a full itinerary of things to do together. He has been counting the days, constantly daydreaming of having all the fun in the world with you.

Similarly childish is his possessiveness. You find his little bouts of jealousy when you’re among other people terribly cute, as he pouts and tries to drag you away, reminding you dramatically that he’s your Halloween date. Only him.

Although you’re taken aback by his abrupt change of tone, when at some point during the night the silly threats turn into a deep, jarring voice demanding your undivided attention. Surprised? It’s a holiday of frights, after all. Perhaps he’ll show you how scary he can be if he wants to.

#akatsuki #akatsuki headcanons #yandere akatsuki #akatsuki x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #kisame hoshigaki #kisame x reader #deidara #deidara x reader #sasori #sasori x reader #kakuzu #kakuzu x reader #hidan #hidan x reader #tobi #tobi x reader #naruto headcanons #halloween #halloween headcanons #spooky season #yandere

[wing-ed-thing]

Tobi x Reader x Deidara Three-Man Squad Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Tobi is Scary

𓆃 Haha... it's stupid.

𓆃 It's a three-man squad dynamic where Deidara has somehow taken over as the brains of the operation. Assuming you've stuck around to be a part of the Deidara and Sasori dynamic, it's quite the 180 to see Deidara transition from someone who hardly had to think to someone mapping out strategies.

𓆃 Because with Sasori, Deidara was primarily occupied with showing off. He got his jobs done just fine, but never put too much effort in planning.

𓆃 But when Tobi came along, it was almost as if Deidara stepped up out of spite.

𓆃 You supposed that perhaps it was the same with Sasori all along— that Deidara played up being more carefree to get on ever-organized and calculating Sasori's nerves.

𓆃 He seemed to be happier when he was more carefree, and now Tobi has made him into a monster, which makes for a hot and cold dynamic.

𓆃 Because Tobi is almost always high-energy and cracking jokes (which used to be Deidara's thing), and the energy level of Tobi is inversely proportional to Deidara's snippiness on any given day.

𓆃 Deidara, with a temper shorter than a teaspoon, is prone to violent outbursts on any given day. Whether it's sudden detonations or just yelling, he and Tobi keep each other busy.

𓆃 Deidara doesn't even seem to enjoy making his art at the rate he used to. Instead, most of it has been angry and spiteful, shoving random clay birds and bugs in Tobi's face in an attempt to get Tobi to appreciate his art.

𓆃 And of course, it's on Deidara when he places such an expectation on Tobi knowing he won't understand.

𓆃 You can most definitely count on being stuck in the middle of the disputes, because Tobi is hiding behind you to get away from Deidara and Deidara is strongly petitioning you to just fucking agree with him!

𓆃 Most of your dynamic will hinge on who you side with. Whether you gang up on Tobi together or take pitty on the pathetically seemingly incompetent third member.

𓆃 Ganging up on him will more likely lead to establishing a hierarchy within the squad, and you'll find that Tobi is more than willing to take commands and orders with the right direction.

𓆃 Despite having to quite literally train Tobi like a dog, you can create some pretty powerful team moves together. Tobi is a surprisingly competent support on the battlefield.

𓆃 Taking pitty on Tobi won't be too much different in the short-term, but has the potential to be helpful in the longterm... not that you know that.

𓆃 He'll continue to hide behind you. You'll incur Deidara's wrath before he cools down. Rinse, repeat.

𓆃 And perhaps you'll enjoy his little jokes every now and then, especially on grueling missions where you need entertainment.

𓆃 Tobi is willing to serve even more than he would under Deidara's pressure, and will bring you little useless gifts from time to time.

𓆃 He's so pleasant and goofy you'd hardly notice the off comments he says from time to time.

𓆃 Because he mumbles. He mumbles and mutters to himself, but when you ask him about it, he insists that he has no idea what you're talking about.

𓆃 Sometimes, you hear him in the middle of the night talking to himself about revenge and a girl you've never met. His voice is lower than you had ever heard it...

"Tobi?" you say somewhere off into the darkness.

He's close by, just in front of you, where you can make out the vague outline of his cloak. His back faces you as he rocks, muttering to himself in the same deep voice that had been waking you up for a few nights now.

It wasn't every night, but every so often, you'd shoot out of sleep, the mutterings of an unfamiliar man shaking you to your core.

You groped at the ground in front of you, dirt sinking into your fingernails as you pawed across the leaf litter on the forest floor. The pads of your fingers brushed against the ends of Tobi's cloak, and you swiftly grasped it.

"Tobi?" you repeated in a whisper, barely awake. You blinked with a yawn, the dimness only serving to further discombobulate your tired mind. You tugged on his cloak with another soft hiss of his name.

He grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward before you could even process. And in an instant, you were face to face with Tobi's orange, swirling mask. The single hole for his eye was as pitch black as the night.

He just stared at you and you stared into the abyss.

You tried to recoil, but the hold on your wrist didn't loosen. Your eyes flickered back to the dark circle.

You could feel his breathing. Slow, low, and steady as the muscles in his hand flexed around yours.

He said nothing, just muttering about the gift. The very whispers made your voice hitch in your throat as your heartbeat quickened.

The muttering grew angrier, and the words less coherent. Your other hand shot to Tobi's punishing grip on you as you tried to jerk yourself away. He only held onto you harder as you began to kick and thrash, somehow maneuvering your leg to break yourself free before you tumbled across the dirt ground.

You scrambled to your feet, your chest crushed with panic as you grasped to collect yourself in the moonlight. A cloud passed overhead, allowing the dim moon to coat the forest clearing in a silvery sheen.

Tobi sat by himself in the middle, legs folded under him as he stared up at the sky. Deidara slept soundly at the edge, undisturbed by the commotion.

Tobi turned to you slowly.

The feeble beams of the night left mild shadows across his mask, leaving his frame looking almost transparent.

"What are you doing awake, silly goose?" Tobi giggled. He rose to his full height, and only then did you realize how truly tall he was. He raised a fist in the air. "Tobi has night watch all covered! Isn't Tobi a good boy?"

He stepped toward you, and you instinctively stepped back. Tobi stopped in his tracks, mask tilted downward to stare from your offending foot to slowly back up at your face. The mask cocked to the side, seeming angered. You couldn't prevent the chill that jerked your shoulders.

"Isn't Tobi a good boy?" he asked again. You didn't trust the softness in his tone. You gulped, nodding.

"Yeah," you resigned, frozen where you stood. "Tobi's a real good boy."

"Yes, Tobi is! Now go back to sleep."

You didn't know what to do. Too afraid to do anything else, you curled up at Deidara's foot and remained wide awake for the entirety of the night.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I like how the panel cuts off in such a way that it looks like one of them (Tobi) took a bite out of the post.

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[naruto-imagines-and-headcanons]

Naruto Love Languages (Akatsuki)

Pein/Nagato - Physical Touch

Nagato struggles with his public image and personal image. When he is around others he is a god, a highly power who will bring peace. He is held to such a high standard and that comes with a lot of pressure. Inside he feels like just another person, but knows he has to keep up the persona to execute his plan. When you join him in public he boosts you up as his equal, an equal god to rule with him. But when you two get away from others and back into solitude, Nagato just collapses into your arms and wants to stay there all day. Sure he was tons of paperwork to do, but god dammit have you see the state his body is in? He deserves ONE day off. Loves it when you let him lay down on your lap and you play with his hair. While he is definitely more touchy in private, you do notice that in public he will quietly snake his hand into yours and not let go the whole meeting

Konan - Gift Giving

Konan is stoic but very sweet. She's been hurt quite a bit and is afraid to reach out again. Even when dating you for awhile she occasionally catches herself getting comfortable and retreats a bit. You know she means well and understand her struggles, but it does get sad sometimes. Something that doesn't go away though is her gifts to you. Konan loves to make origami for you, and larger paper creations as well. Your favorite animals, your favorite anime characters, she even makes statues of you two together. Seeing your smile when you recieve these makes her heart soar. Giving you gifts is her one way to confidently express her love, and will bring out the most genuine smiles she ever gives

Itachi Uchiha - Acts of Service

Itachi has some issues showing his emotions more directly. He's a man of few words. But what he doesn't say in words he says in actions. He adores taking care of you. He misses taking care of a younger sibling, or just family in general, it makes him feel important. So caring for you feels just as good, even better since you guys get to kiss and cuddle and stuff. Itachi will always be cooking meals for you and picking up around the house. If you ever get sick this man will be at your side the whole time, I'm talking fresh soup and blankets. Sure he may be a full time Akatsuki member, but with you he's like a housewife. And he wouldn't have it any other way!

Kisame Hoshigaki - Quality Time

Kisame is the definition of loyalty. He is already loyal to his friends and teammates, but to you he is unwavering. He'll never lie to you, sell you out, cheat on you, nothing. You're the only one for him. You're so special and are so interesting to him. Spending time with you is bliss for him, even when you just sit around and casually chat. Kisame could listen to your voice and stare at your beautiful face for hours on end. You'll often find him just staring at you smiling sweetly (much to your embarrassment). He'll back off if you tell him to, but will be back at it the next day

Sasori - Quality Time

Sasori values eternity over everything, that's why he turned himself into a puppet. The passage of time won't affect him, and he doesn't want it to affect your relationship either. He's not big on talking or touching, it's more just existing with you that makes him happy. Whenever he works on his puppets he likes to have you in his studio doing your own thing (with the occasional small talk if you catch him on a good day). Sasori thinks in the long term as well, not worrying if you guys just spend a day doing nothing. You have years and years ahead of you, you can spend a day just doing nothing and relaxing. Just be aware he will consistantly try to convince you to become a puppet so you guys can really live for eternity forever

Deidara - Gift Giving

When you and Deidara started dating, he definitely was showing off awkwardly. I'm talking bragging about his achievements, hyping up his fighting skills, stuff like that. He's lucky he's cute cause he could kinda be insufferable lol. But once he got comfortable around you he mellowed out a lot. More genuine conversations, wider range of emotions and vulnerability, and more confident touches as well. Now he can hold your hand without freaking out. Deidara adores giving you gifts most of all though. His art is obviously the best, and you're the best, so you are worthy of it! His gifts range from tiny little birds that tweet your favorite song before poofing into smoke, or a whole giant dragon doing a show and exploding into colorful fireworks. All of Deidara's creations have tons of time and effort put into them to make sure they are the highest quality for you. Everytime there is a new surprise in his clay, and you look forward to it every day

Hidan - Physical Touch

...Are you surprised? Come on let's be real here. Hidan appreciates the more sinful things in life, and that includes your body. He's kind of a douchebag and you each piss each other off alot, but he DOES care for you. He wouldn't want any other partner, you're his favorite little shit and he couldn't dream of losing you. Not to mention this man worships your body. Everything about you is just perfectly carved by Jashin just for him. Pretty much anything you do will turn him on, you're just that sexy to him. Hidan has no shame and will actively start making out and feeling you up in public. Why should he have to wait to get home to ravish you, you look so good right here right now! And he isn't ashamed to show the world how much he loves you, fuck them all. If you manage to hold him off till you get home, the moment you walk in the door he is throwing you over his shoulder and parading to the bedroom

Kakuzu - Quality Time

Kakuzu isn't the most... romantic person in the world. He's a bit difficult to deal with, even in a relationship. Sometimes you wonder why you fell for this guy in the first place. But then he'll ask you to stay with him while he counts money and talk. The whole time he is attentive and engaged, surprising you with his sincerity. He likes to have you around him a lot and will sometimes drag you into the same room as him with no words. Just sit next to him and he's satisfied. Kakuzu is also protective of you more than anyone in his life. Most people he gives no shits about, just ask his previous teammates. But you don't annoy him as much and he found himself genuinely caring for you. So in return he will kill anyone who dares to threaten or hurt you. News flash though, you will always play second fiddle to money

Tobi/Obito - Words of Affirmation

Either persona he chooses uses words to show his affection, just in drastically different ways. As Tobi, he is waaaaaaay more open and extravagent about it. He is gushing about you all the time in front of everyone, constantly bragging about you during meetings, he will not shut the fuck up. The world will KNOW how cool and funny and hot you are. But when he is back to regular Obito, he definitely calms down. He is still very affectionate and vocal, but in a more private way. He saves this sincerity for alone time and very rare outings. These times he feels open to be vulnerable with you and enjoys telling you all the things he holds inside. So no matter what side of Obito you have, you are gonna be treated like a national treasure (Oh but uh, another problem with Tobi is that uh... nothing you guys do will be private. Everything is gonna be broadcasted to the rest of the Akatsuki, so get used to the group knowing what color panties you were wearing)

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Konoha 12 + Sand Siblings | Shinobi & Founders | Akatsuki

#naruto #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #Pein #Nagato #Konan #Itachi Uchiha #Kisame Hoshigaki #Sasori #Deidara #Hidan #Kakuzu #Tobi #Obito Uchiha

[bysaber]

my life’s a MESS right now and I barely have time to breathe but at the same time I can’t stop thinking about fic ideas and I have a few I’m really looking forward to write. I’m not going to give any dates but just to name the game there’ll be:

Obito Uchiha x f!Reader + free use kink

The Infinite Tsukuyomi Project is all Obito knows. Motivated by nihilist ideals, he moves forward and will destroy whoever gets in his way - and is willing to die to fulfill his plan. That is, until he meets you.

You, who loves him more than the world itself.

Ryomen Sukuna x f!Reader + noncon

After killing Satoru Gojo, Sukuna retreats. He then goes looking for Satoru’s wife, for you, who’s still mourning the man you loved.

What you didn’t know is that you were Sukuna’s woman first, and that many years ago he had made a pact with a witch for you to reincarnate time after time. And the King of Curses would always come for you.

these are up to changes, of course! I only wrote it quickly so y’all could see what was on my mind.

about the obito one, the kink will be widely explored i hope. i’m really into free use, i just wanted to set the bg.

ABOUT THE SUKUNA’S ONE— it’s going to be a MESS. heheh

#saber rants #thirsty saber #upcoming #someday #i promise it WILL come though #darksaber #obito uchiha #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna x reader #obito uchiha x reader #obito x reader #jujutsu kaisen #naruto #tobi #tobi x reader

[kimjun]

Yn: It's been a year since I surrendered to the enemy

madara: She means we got married

#reader insert #x reader #incorrect quotes #madara x reader #incorrect naruto quotes #naruto x reader #madara #tobi uchiha #uchiha #reader #akatsuki x reader #anime x reader #incorrect anime quotes #tobirama x you #tobirama senju #hashirama senju #kakashi fanfiction

[anime-fan-05]

Naruto ~First kiss 2nd part~

1st part is here.

I'm so proud of Gaara: he became Kazekage!

After everything that happened with the villagers, I'm so happy he has now managed to be accepted. Of course, there are still those who treat him badly, but I know that he'll never give in to his hatred again.

While I was deep in thought about my boyfriend, the investment ceremony ended. Oh no! I missed his speech!

In the meantime, Gaara came to me, so we could go to his celebratory refreshment together.

"Congratulations, Gaara!" I say and hug him.

"Thank you, honey." He returns the hug with love, holding me tightly to him. Then, we go to his refreshment.

As time goes by, I'm more and more nervous, since I will have to give him my gift: I decided I would give him a kiss, my first kiss.

How anxious! The time has come.

"Gaara -I get up- I want to tell you that I'm very proud of you. I also want to say thank you for always being by my side. So, now it's my turn: I'll be here for everything, okay? I may not be a strong and courageous kunoichi, but I can listen to you and help you if you need it." When I finish, Gaara has tears in his eyes.

"And as for my gift to you... I decided to give you something small, but significant. However, to give it to you, you will have to come here to me and close your eyes."

He looks at me questioningly, but he does as I told him anyway.

When he's facing me, I gently cup his cheeks and lower him slightly to my level, then I gently press my lips to his.

Today isn't a happy day for Kakashi, my boyfriend: thirteen years ago, during the Third Shinobi World War, his best friend Obito died.

I'm very worried about him, especially because he's been at K.I.A. stone all day.

I was so worried that I decided to go to him. Although I shouldn't invade his space, I'm too afraid: I fear he's suffering. And, if he suffers, I suffer too.

"Kashi?" I try to catch his attention.

He turns and looks at me. I can see his eyes: although he isn't crying, these are red and shiny. I know he's about to cry.

Without thinking twice, I run to hug him.

"I won't force you to talk, because I know you're very private about your feelings, but I'm here. I'm here if you want, if you need someone to be with you. I certainly won't be able to replace your father, Obito, Rin or Minato, but I can help you: I don't know if it's the same for you, but I think that even just the presence of someone can help us feel better. Seriously, I'm here and I will never leave you."

I feel him hug me back and bury his face in the hollow of my neck. I also feel wetness on my neck and light sobs.

After minutes of crying, he moves away from my neck, but he continues to hug me.

"Thank you, my love. I know I never say it, but I love you so much."

He lowers his mask with a lightning gesture, without giving me the chance to see his face, and captures my lips with his in a sweet kiss.

"Come on, (Y/N)-chan, give me a hug!"

"Tobi, please! I have to prepare our dinner!"

"But Tobi wants attention! Tobi was a good boy; Tobi deserves affection. Come on, (Y/N)-chan, hug me!"

"No, Tobi! If I hug you, you'll never let me go. Now, please, let me prepare dinner." It's the same as being engaged to a child! But Tobi is so cute, although at times he seems to transform into a more mature man. How strange...

"Tobi, I'll hug you only if you promise me you'll let me go cook."

"But Tobi wants to cuddle (Y/N)-chan!"

"Then, if you want tu cuddle me, you'll have to take off your mask. These are the two choices." When I look at Tobi, he's still.

"Tobi, are you ok? Sorry, I asked too much. Come -I open my arms- I'll give you a hug." However, he still remains motionless.

"No -here's his deeper tone again- I trust you enough to reveal my true identity to you." Really? Do you trust me that much?

After saying that, he takes his mask off, and I see...

"Obito?!" I can't believe it. He's alive!

"W-what... I thought you were... How..." I'm confused and I'm not understanding anything, but an incredible happiness spreads inside me: the person I loved as a girl is alive and is the person I'm in love with now.

Without even realizing it, I throw myself on top of him, hugging him tightly and starting to cry. He holds me close.

"Why don't you tell me? Don't you know how bad I felt, how much I suffered when I learned you were dead?"

"Sorry, (Y/N). I promise I'll answer all the questions you ask me. But first I want to give you another sign of my trust and love." Another sign?

He breaks away from our embrace and takes my right cheek with his hand, and his other hand gently takes my waist; after, he sweetly kiss me.

I'm really happy: today my boyfriend Itachi will return after a month-long mission! For this reason I decided to prepare him dango, his favorite dish.

As soon as I finish preparing dango, I hear the front door open, so I hastily hide the sweets and run to Itachi.

"Tachi -I hug him- you're back!" I feel him holding me tight, but it's different from his usual grip: this one is tighter, and he's holding me tight as if I could disappear at any moment.

"Are you ok, Tachi?"

"I'm sorry for making you worry, sweetheart. I'm fine, I was just thinking about how immensely lucky I am to be with you." His sentence makes me blush, but it also makes me wonder why he told me these things.

"Has something happened?"

"Yes, I met my brother when I searched for the Kyuubi with Kisame."

If only Sasuke and everyone else knew that Tachi did everything he did for his and Konoha's safety...

"You know I can't tell them." Did I say it out loud?

"L-let's go to eat? -I change the subject- I also made dango for you today!" I see his eyes light up and a small smile makes its way onto his face. So cute!

We eat in silence. I'm thinking about his words: he didn't tell me explicitly, but I know he wants Sasuke to kill him not knowing the truth about him. What will I do when he dies?

"(Y/N)? Are you ok?"

"Huh? O-oh, yes, I am."

"You're thinking about my words, right? -how does he know?- Don't worry: I decided all this. However, I won't die for two or three years, since Sasuke doesn't have enough hate in himself yet. And-"

"Oi, Itachi. Leader wants to meet us." No! You interrupted us, Kisame! By the way, who gave you permission to enter my house whenever you want? I'm engaged to Itachi, not to you!

"All right, I'm coming."

After donning the Akatsuki cloak, he turns to look at me: "Sorry, my love. We'll talk when I get back, but before..."

He comes over and hugs me gently; then, he bows his head slightly and he softly and gently presses his lips to mine, capturing them in our first kiss.

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Hi its a different anon from the others who sent the jealous ex bfs but do you think you can do one for hashirama, tobirama, and obito?

Take your time ofc and make sure to take care of yourself💖

Jealous Ex Bfs Pt 3 ☾ Naruto NSFW Headcanons

⚘ hashirama, tobirama, obito x fem!reader

a/n: high af rn. lol. enjoy peeople sorry its been a lil over a week ahh!! anon u are also v sweet and i hope u all are taking care of yourselves too! part 1 and part 2 found there,,, also i made a taglist! go check my pinned post to be tagged in dis juicy shi

warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), rough sex, degradation kink, praise kink, dub con ish, choking, oral m receiving, cream pie, daddy kink

hashirama

first hokage,,, cough cough, very powerful man,,, brings you into his office after hearing whispers about you with a new guy.. he basically knows everything

holds a smirk on his face the entire time he's speaking to you

"so this is how this is gonna be, huh y/n?"

faces your back against his stomach and presses his crotch into your ass,, then bends you down and gently thrusts his hips

"that's right, be a good girl and bend over"

"you're not allowed to be bent over in front of anyone but daddy, understand?"

fucks you from behind harshly, watching his dick enter in and out of your cunt in awe

"oh fuck, squeeze around my cock, yeah"

grabs your hair around his fist and pulls harshly so you arch your back more

"arch your back, do it for daddy"

cums inside you and tells you that you were always his, nobody else's

tobirama

ohhhh fuck,, lord second, aka tobirama, ahem aka the most jealous person you will meet

shows up at your house unannounced just to confront you about this "guy" he's been hearing about

"are you fucking serious?" he'd say in a stern but calm tone, not showing any facial expressions the entire time

grabs your waist, holding his lips only inches away from yours

"do you need to be punished to remember that i own you?"-- "tobi, we aren't together anymore"-- "uh uh,, shhhh"

proceeds to slide his finger in your mouth slowly, letting you suck on it as you look up at him

"get on your knees. now."

throat fucks you harshly until there's tears falling from your eyes and you're begging him to stop

cums all over your face and in your mouth like the 'good girl' you are

fucks you in missionary after while his hand chokes your neck

"my little slut, you're mine"

obito

sees you out in public with a guy and basically snatches you from him and takes you to his house

locks you in his room and rests you on his bed to lie down as he towers over you now

"naughty girl, why wasn't i aware you were out being a slut?"

"don't you remember how good my cock felt? don't you miss that?"

undresses you so you're all naked for him and makes you bend over on his bed

proceeds to slap your ass roughly, making you count out loud for each slap as he turns your ass red

"say it louder. i can't hear you."

"has my slut been a good girl? does she need her reward now?"

puts you on your stomach and spreads your legs as he inserts his cock

rubs your clit while fucking you and makes you squirt all over his cock before cumming deep inside your cunt

"that's right, baby, nobody else will make you squirt like me"

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Hᴏᴡ ⵊ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ Aᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀᴇss ɪʀʟ

Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Deidara - Dresses like an Edgar who does art. I js know he has those shiny ass belts and pants to his fuckin knees. First photo is canon, it’s the first post on his Insta. His closet is black and white, and he never leaves the house without the gold chain.

Itachi - He likes sweaters and baggy jeans or sweatpants. I feel like he gravitates more towards dark colors, specifically dark reds, blues, browns and blacks. Also he likes gray sweatpants 😏. He wears minimal silver jewelry so just thin rings and one or two necklaces. When it gets hot he just wears short sleeves (a lot of white tshirts)

Hidan - Button ups and and jeans. The way he dresses kinda gives dad vibes but he doesn’t care bc it’s easy and put together without looking super formal. This man also doesn’t get cold so in the winter he might throw on a think jacket but usually he sticks with short sleeves.

Konan - Business casual chic, typa look. Like Pein, she knows she's important and wants to look the part. I can see her wearing lots of blacks and whites, but she likes to throw in fun colors (esp purples) and accessories as well. She's so pretty

Kisame - He loves turtle necks omgg! Matches them with dress pants and a thin belt. Like Itachi he likes darker colors. Heavy on the black and navy blue clothing though. He also likes more fitted shirts. It makes him look put together but casual all the same and he likes that, also makes him look hot which he likes as well

Sasori - His outfits are pretty casual, just jeans, a plain colored shirt (sometimes his shirt will have design but if it does its subtle), and a jacket. Always a jacket, he doesn't leave the house without one. His favorite is this red jacket that matches the color of his hair perfectly. Silver necklaces and simple silver rings.

Pein - Always dressed for business. He's a suit and tie guy 24/7 typa guy, but sometimes he'll take of his suit jacket and unbutton a button or two on his shirt and loosen his tie and jesus does he look goodddd. He also wears silver rings, however his are 100% real silver

Tobi - Colorful cyber y2k. He can match any color together and make it look good, its insane. Likes blingy ass belts and has his ears pierced (they got infected within two weeks of getting them done because he didn’t take care of them properly). Very fun fits overall!

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Object #2

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Pizaya]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 5,753

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Still no rational explanation for this short series so sorry :) (ps sorry it’s so long)

Characters include: Kakuzu, Tobi, Deidara

Sadism (Death threats, Hair pulling, biting, choking, spanking)

Domination (various levels)

Oral/Face Fucking/Hand Job

Degrading/Praising

Humiliation/Begging

Creampie/Titty Shot

Nicknames/Name Calling: Penny, Bitch, Doll/y, Good Boy/Girl, Firecracker, Explosion, Artwork

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Orgasm Denial

Voyeurism (taking photos/videos)

Blood/Knife Play (licking up blood/small cuts)

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The hot water sliding down my body feels nice, at least until it wraps around my legs, running over my wounds from earlier today. Despite that, it's still relaxing. Relaxing enough that I might even take a nap after I get out of the shower.

Well, relaxing until the shower door slams open. "There you are, Penny," the intruder grumbles, easing some of the panic.

     "Kakuzu," I mutter back, turning so I can look at him. "Do you mind waiting until-"

     My request is cut off. "Bend over."

     "Zu, please? It'll only be-"

     "Fine, you don't want to bend over? I'll just cut your heart out. You're going to be useful and you're going to be useful now."

The threat is followed by a hand being shoved into my hair. Kakuzu uses his grip on me to tug me out of the shower. For the second time today, I'm pushed down to my knees. "Zu," I whine, griping his hand in an attempt to loosen his grip. "You're hurting me."

"Why would I care?" He hisses, his free hand working his dick out of his pants. "If anything you should be grateful. I'm spending time away from my money to use you. Not many other objects outweigh my finances."

I look up at the tall man, doing my best to pout. It's not going to work, it never works on Kakuzu. He's the most selfish of the Akatsuki members. "Use that mouth for something other than pouting, Penny," he orders, his glowing green eyes glaring down at me.

I make a show of it, snapping my mouth shut and keeping my jaw locked. "Don't start with me," he hisses, shaking my head around, pulling on the roots of my hair as he does so. "I either get what I want or you die. It doesn't matter to me." His eyes slit as the threat is repeated.

My chest fills with fear as my heartbeat falls between my legs. I do my best to send a glare back, but let my mouth fall open. As soon as my lips part, Kakuzu is brutally shoving himself down my throat.

His thrusts are heavy, shoving himself all the way down, causing me to gag around him. Zu's pace isn't any better. It's quick and constant, giving me no time to catch my breath. I try to tug myself backward, an attempt to wiggle away and catch my breath.

That just pisses Kakuzu off even more. He shoves me back down his penis, my nose pressed against his torso. "What do you think you're doing? Trying to squirm away? Go ahead, try it again."

Instead of squirming, I brush my teeth against him. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to startle him. "You have a death wish, don't you?" He husks out, his voice raspier than usual. I'm tugged off him like I wanted. "Is that what you want? To die?" He continues to threaten, tugging me back to my feet before slamming me against the shower door.

The door groans when I come into contact with it, the glass threatening to give out. "Maybe I should kill you. At least it would be entertaining."

Zu's empty threats make my arousal brew even more, as do his large hands. One is still curled up in my hair, shoving my face into the door, as the other one grips my hip, keeping the rest of me pressed against the glass.

Kakuzu sinks himself into me, his pace back to being hard, and fast. It hurts taking him like this, no stretching and nowhere near wet enough to take him. It doesn't take long for the aching of being stretched so suddenly to fill my head, making me whimper under the money-hungry man.

"Stop being so whiney. It's a turn-off," he grumbles, trying to shove my cheek further into the shower door. The glass has started to chill from the now cold water that's still running. The chilliness of the door coats my body, water droplets still dripping off of me and making me colder.

"Zu," I whimper, trying to squirm again.

"I said stop whining." Each word is followed by my head being picked up before slamming down against the glass. I can already feel the bruise forming on my cheek. "Why are you such a whiney bitch? Hmm? Why are you being such a bitch?"

"It hurts," I shortly explain, trying to squirm away again.

Kakuzu's hand releases my hair, falling to my hip like the other one. "Why would I care, Penny?" He asks again, using his grip on me to shove my hips backward, matching his thrusts. "You're so ungrateful. I should make you beg for your life."

This threat scared me more than the rest, but still turns me on even more, making me pulse around him. "Go on, beg for your life. Beg me not to kill you," he pushes, arms wrapping up my body before taking a grip on my chest.

The stitches of Kakuzu's arms rub against my skin, snagging it as his thrusts push me forward. "Zu," I call, trying to get my thoughts straight enough to give him what he wants. "Please... please don't kill me."

He chuckles darkly behind me, head dipping down to lean against my shoulder. His face mask keeps the stitches of his mouth separate from my skin, making me a tad bit unhappy. "You got to try harder than that, pretty Penny." Kakuzu's fingers paw at my boobs, shifting between massaging them and toying with my nipples.

"Zu, please. I don't... I don't want to die," my voice trembles with my plea, the empty threats not seeming so empty after his laugh.

He groans, thrusting into me hard again, pinning me to the door. Kakuzu, stays still, pressed into me as his dick twitches. Another twitch comes before the familiar warm feeling fills my pussy. "Christ," the word spills out under his breath and echoes against the shell of my ear. "You sound hot begging for your life."

The back-handed compliment makes me clench around a spent Kakuzu, getting me another curse for the money man. "I suppose I should keep you alive," he says in his normal grumbles, "Even if you were a waste of time."

Following the last insult, Zu pulls out of me and tucks himself away. Without another word he walks out of the bathroom, leaving me shivering, the only warmth coming from his cum leaking out of me.

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"Dolly?!" Tobi's cheery voice calls from the hallway, softly lulling me out of my nap. "Dolly?" He calls again, pushing the door of Itachi's room open.

Over the years I've learned two things when it comes to my naps. One, Nagato can't stand when I sleep without him. Two, Itachi seems to be the only member who’ll let me sleep if he finds me passed out in his bed.

"Tobi," I coo back, the small stream of light flowing in from the door breaking the tiny pieces of sleep I have left.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you! I'll leave," he rushes out, starting to leave the room.

"It's fine, Tobi," I chirp, starting to climb out of bed. "Do you want to go sit outside with me?"

"Yes!" He yaps, arms pumping in his usual childish way.

"Alright, let's go then," I continue to coo, sliding my hand into his. Tobi's hand is light against mine, his orange mask facing down to look at our tangled fingers.

Our walk through the hideout is filled with random babbles and information dumps from Tobi, the current one being about some sugar treat he tried today. "It sounds good, you'll have to bring me one next time," I say, opening the door to the patio.

"Will do, Dolly!" Tobi cheers, his tone filled with joy like always. It's weird having a member this cheery. Everyone has their moments, but for the most part, the murder squad is filled with doom and gloom.

"But what about you? What have you been up to?" He asks, sinking to sit on the edge of the porch.

I join him, curling up in the light of the starting sunset. I let the sun soak into my skin, my knees rubbing against the wood of the deck from my kneeling position. "Um... well you know about my breakfast."

"Oh... ya," he whispers, voice a bit shaky. Tobi is the only bottom out of the Akatsuki, leaving me to be topped by the rest of the team. I find it adorable how Tobi always asks about my day but gets so shy and flustered about it when I answer.

"After breakfast, I spent some time with Konan."

"Ya? What did you girls do together?" He asks his masked face back to facing me.

"Had sex."

"Oh!" Comes his response, head turning away from me again.

I can't see it but I'm sure his cheeks are pink. "Ya, I ate her pussy for a while. It was super hot, getting her off as Pain leaked out of me."

"That's... oh... okay. Um... what else did you do today?"

I hum softly, looking over Tobi. His body language is stiff, the same as his pants. It's fun toying with him, especially since he's the only one I can toy with. "Sasori painted my stomach for a while."

"What did Sasori paint today?" Tobi's mask is back to facing me, but it won't be for long. Every time he gets flustered he looks away from me.

"The one tail. It looked pretty cool before I washed it off."

"Oh, I bet that was so fun!" He cheers, hands clapping together in his immature way. "He was off today so he's gotten most of your time. Did you guys do anything else?"

"Take a wild guess, Tobi."

"Oh, um... did you guys go swimming? I know you like swimming."

"Nope, we didn't go swimming, try again," I answer, shifting closer to him. One of my hands slides through his hair, playing with the ends of it as my other one rests on his thigh, rubbing circles into it with the tips of my nails.

"Oh well... I... I don't know. What did you guys do?"

I lean forward, the hand on his thigh toying with the boner in his pants as my lips brush against his ear. "Sasori fucked me just a couple steps away from the porch."

"Oh gosh, that must have been messy with the paint and grass and all that fun stuff," Tobi's answer comes out distressed, his hips jerking from my soft touches.

"It was," I agree, sliding into his lap, making sure I'm pressed up against him. "So I tried to shower but Kakuzu needed me so I didn't get to finish my bath."

"Why... why did Kakuzu... need you?" The man under me asks, hands gripping my hips as I grind against him.

"He wanted to get off," I start explaining, brushing kisses into his clothed neck. "So Zu used me. Fucked me against the shower door and left nice and full."

"Oh... that's... that's not nice of... him," Tobi stutters out, hips shifting against mine as he looks anywhere but me.

"I think it was nice. I like being used. Do you want to use me too, Tobi?" Everything but actual words fall from him, the whole time in chunks and stutters. "What do you want me to do to you?"

"Dolly, I..."

"You have to use your words. I can't read your mind. What do you want, Tobs?" I whisper in his ear, my hands busy working him out of his pants.

"I... I want..."

"You're doing good, keep trying," I encourage him, sliding out of his lap.

I kneel on the grass, my stomach pressed into the porch as my head hovers in Tobi's lap. I keep my eyes locked on the mostly empty mask, a red glow pouring from the usual pitch-black eyehole. I haven't been able to figure out what the glow is from, but I don't mind. What it is doesn't affect me.

"Let's try again, what do you want me to do to you, Tobi?" I follow the question with my hand sliding up his length and my mouth falling open. I let saliva spill out, coating Tobi's dick with it so I can jack him off easier.

My eyes stay locked on him as my hand works away. My fingers slide up and down him, pulling small noises from his throat as I wait for an answer. "I want... your mouth... on my..." Tobi tumbles out, as he leans backward, hands propping him up and mask turning towards the sky.

"Where do you want my mouth? Here?" I ask, kissing the tip of his penis.

"Please, Dolly?" He begs, hand sliding into my hair, gently tugging the end of it.

"Please what? Use your words."

"Please... suck my dick," he whispers, hand repeatedly sliding through my hair.

I do as he asks, wrapping my lips around his tip and gently sucking on it as my hand continues stroking the rest of him. My tongue swirls around it, gently sliding against his slit a couple of times.

"Please, lower. Please," he moans, gently pushing my head down. My mouth drops down half of him, the tip of his dick tapping the back of my throat.

I flutter my eyes up to look at him, my head bobbing as I do so. When I see him not enjoying the view of my hard work I pull off of him, filling the quiet yard with the pop of my suction releasing him. "If you're not going to watch me I'm not going to please you."

     "That's not fair," Tobi whines, hands gripping the ends of my hair as he gently tries to pull me back down. "You're supposed to. It's what you're here for. Your whole job is to be an object for our pleasure. Dolly!"

     "So? You're not going to do anything to make me please you. You're not as rough as the other members. If I walked away from you now you'd sit here and desperately jack yourself off."

     "No, I wouldn't!" He continues to whine, shifting to focusing his hands on my neck, again gently trying to push me back down.

    "Yes you would," I continue to degrade, "that's why you ask about my day. It turns you on thinking about the other members fucking me."

     Tobi groans again, hands now on my shoulders. "Please, just... please."

     "Please what? Suck you dry? Is that what you want? Do you want to cum down my throat?"

     "Yes, please. I'll watch, I promise. Dolly, please?"

     "Good boy," I tell him as I give in, parting my lips and taking Tobi's dick back into my mouth.

     "Oh my," tumbles out of him with a shaky breath, hands back to messing with the strands of my hair. Once again my eyes flicker up, being met with his mask looking down at me.

     As my head bobs, Tobi's hands slide down, cupping my face and accidentally pressing into the bruise left on my cheek from Kakuzu. "I... I'm going," his head turns upwards again as he twitches down my throat. My head pulls back, letting him fall out of my mouth. "Oh come on! Dolly, I was almost done. That's mean."

     "I told you if you weren't going to watch I wasn't going to please you. So, now you can please yourself," I explain, fake anger and domination in my voice.

     Pleas and more begging fall from Tobi as I climb to my feet. His hands grope at me, tugging on my clothes and limbs as I walk across the porch. "God damn it, Doll," he says, his usual cheery voice a lot deeper and raspier than before. "You are not being fair," he hisses, hands gripping mine before they're pushed against the building, my chest being pressed against it too.

     "I... I... I'm sorry," I manage to shake out, the sudden switch in Tobi startling me. "Hey!" I yelp when he's pushed inside me, stretching me out with no warning. "Tobi, that hurts."

     "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, his normal voice filling my ears again. "I didn't mean to. How do I make it not hurt?"

     "Um... I... give me... a second," I answer, tugging my hand out of his grasp before it dips between my legs. My eyes flutter shut, focusing on the events of the day as my fingers rub against my clit.

     "Dolly," he groans when I clench around him, his hands now present on my hips. "I want to move in you. Please? Is it still hurting?"

     "No, it doesn't hurt now. You can move, Tobs," I mumble, continuing to stimulate myself.

     Tobi eagerly moves, his pace slow as he thrusts deep into me. "It's so warm, Dolly," he mutters, pace slowly picking up the more he thrusts into me. "Are you enjoying it? Am I doing good?"

      "You're doing great, Tobi. Good boy."

     The praise makes him twitch in me, his cum instantly spilling out because of the denial a couple of minutes ago. "I... I'm sorry. Dolly, I'm sorry," he huffs out, his fast breaths coating his words as he buries himself as deep into me as possible.

     "It's okay."

     "I didn't mean to... in... you. I'm sorry."

     "Tobi," I coo, looking over my shoulder at him. "It's fine. I don't mind. You're doing good."

     "Really?" He asks, voice a little shaky.

     "Really."

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     "Guess who, Firecracker!" Deidara asks his hands around my eyes, blocking the pages of my book from my sight.

     "Is it Hidan?"

     "Ew, no."

     I giggle at his response before I go back to pretending to think. "Is it... Konan?"

     "You're not even trying," he groans, dropping his hands to my shoulders before pressing a kiss behind my ear. "Are you busy?"

     "I'm never busy enough to tell you no," I answer, looking up at the eager blonde.

     "One, if you're with Pain you are, and two, if you're enjoying your book I can wait," Deidara answers, kissing me behind my other ear this time.

     "It's one I've already read," I explain, setting the story down on the table next to me.

     "Pain hasn't updated your library?" He questions, hands sliding to my sides before I'm tugged out of the chair I'm sitting in.

     "We're going on a trip tomorrow. I can survive a day without a new book," I answer, sliding my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

     Deidara is the most confusing member of the Akatsuki. He's rough, rougher than Kakuzu, but as sweet and gentle as Tobi. It makes for a weird mix.

     "Aw, you poor thing. Being stuck with Pain for that long sounds like torture," he teases, kisses being pressed to the top of my breasts. "Speaking of torture, I want to try something new."

     "That sounds-"

     "Amazing?!"

     "- terrifying," I finish, well aware of the things that fill Deidara's head. He's a crazy thing with even crazier thoughts.

    He giggles at my answer, teeth sinking into the exposed parts of my breasts. "I stole a video camera today."

"Ya?" I ask, the pieces of our new adventure falling into place.

"Yes!" He cheers, the mouths on his hands starting to nibble on my thighs as the one on his face shifts to my neck. "I want to videotape us today."

     I chuckle at his request, littering his face in kisses. Another thing I like about Deidara is that he's one of the only members who'll kiss me. The arsonist quickly catches my lips, eagerly pushing kisses into me as he works his way to his room.

     The bed is soft when I'm placed on it, the usual fuzzy blank Deidada sleeps with warming my thighs as I sit on it. A couple more kisses are laid across my lips before he pulls away. "I'm going to get the video camera. You lay back and look pretty, Firecracker."

     I do as I'm told, stretching out on the bed and letting the familiar scent of clay fill my senses, my eyes settling closed. "Pretty lady!" Deidara calls, gentle hand dancing across my stomach with his return.

     "Yes?" I answer, letting my eyes flutter open again.

     He smiles down at me, a familiar black box in his hold with the unfamiliar camera and stand placed on top of it. "I'm going to set up the camera and go over the agenda, okay?"

     "Okay," I hum in agreement, soaking in the soft touches. This is another reason Deidara is my favorite, he sets me up to succeed, listing off what he's going to do so I know how to prepare and act.

     "Alright, first I'm going to mess with your chest before face fucking you, okay?" He asks, most of his attention on the camera stand.

     "Okay."

     "I'm going to finish on your titties. You always look so pretty like that. Then I'm going to litter you in art pieces like normal."

     Normal means more bruises, bite marks, and probably a chain print around my neck. It also means more small nicks across my body. I swear Deidara is a vampire from how much he likes licking up my blood.

     "Then I'll fill you up all nice and warm. If need be I'll help you finish before I clean you up." That's the last reason the arson is my favorite. He's the only member that makes sure I finish every time he uses me. I think a part of it is because he's the youngest - beating out nineteen-year-old Itachi by a year.  I'm pretty sure the other part of it is that he gets off on my praises.

     "Sounds good, baby," I coo, standing up and stripping myself before clinging to the boy. Deidara's actions stutter a bit from the soft kisses I press into his neck. "You treat me so well," I praise, whispering into his ear.

     "I really don't," he mutters, focusing back on the camera, shifting it to the right position.

     "Yes, you do. I enjoy myself, you enjoy yourself. I call that amazing art," I continue to praise, littering more kisses to his skin. "My favorite little user."

     "Well an object like you is a pretty good muse," he chirps, wrapping me up in his arms before gently placing me on the bed again. Deidara leaves me long enough to double-check the camera placement and press record. "Alright, you ready Firecracker?"

     I hum a yes again, eyes trailing as he undresses himself. Once he's nude, he walks over to me, joining me on the bed. "You're so pretty," Deidada gushes, shifting me between his legs, the front of us facing the camera.

     "Thank you," I answer, leaning my head against his shoulder and taking hold of his thighs. Deidara goes straight to work, the mouths on his hands latching on my nipples as his fingers knead the rest of my breasts. My eyes flicker closed, soaking in the feeling of his tongues swirling around and sucking on me.

“So pretty,” he says again, face buried into my shoulder and small nips being gifted to me alongside his kisses.

One of Deidara’s hands sinks, shifting me upwards so the mouth on his face can start attacking my back. His lowered hand shifts between my legs, fingertips toying with my hole as the hand tongue flicks at my clit. “Are you ready to move, Firecracker?” he mutters between my shoulder blades.

“Y… ya,” I mumble back, nails digging into his thighs. Deidara lifts me before gently placing me on the floor, the last gentle touch I’ll get from him for a while.

“I’ll be right back,” he tells me, littering my face in kisses before he captures my lips again. My eyes trail after him, watching as he adjusts the camera down to my new placement. “Beautiful,” he utters, making his way back to me.

“Thank you,” I say, turning my head to look up at him. A hand meets my neck, keeping it arched up as the tongue of it slithers out, sliding across the skin of my throat.

His thumb toys with my bottom lip, eyes eating me up as he looks me over. Deidara is so young, so baby-faced when he looks down at me like this. “Open your mouth, Firecracker.”

I do as I’m told, letting my mouth fall open. Deidara admires me for a second longer before lining himself up to my mouth, resting the tip on my lips for a beat. “Gorgeous,” he whispers, shoving himself down my throat.

I do my best to focus on not choking or accidentally nicking him with my teeth. Despite my best efforts, I still gag around Deidara as he bruises the back of my throat.

Praises fall from him, telling me how good I feel and how well I’m doing as he pounds my throat. “You’re doing good, so good my little Explosion,” his voice is pitched and dominated by his deep breaths. “You sound so hot. I love when you gag on me.”

The tease from earlier and the mix of praises and soft degrading steers between my legs, making me ache with need. “Dear lord,” he utters, abruptly tugging himself out of my mouth. I gasp for air, doing my best to stay still as I steady my breathing.

The whole time my eyes stay locked on Deidara, watching as he tips himself over the edge. As promised, my chest is coated, warm ropes of cum coating my titties as himself. “You’re so pretty,” the compliment instantly spills out, shaky hands gripping my breasts again, rubbing the semen further into my skin.

“You’re pretty too,” I compliment back, tilting my head upwards again. A string of kisses litter my lips, fingers rubbing against my skin, tongues slurping up Deidara’s mess.

“Ah… thanks,” he mutters, cheeks going pink as he looks away from me. Once I’m cleaned, his hands dip down, lifting me and securing me around his waist. Deidara sucks in a sharp breath when I rub against his sensitive cock, his cheeks dropping a shade darker. “You’re doing great.”

I hum a thank you, cuddling up to the arsonist. I trail kisses across his neck, occasionally sucking a bruise into his skin. “You’re such a soft boy,” I tease as the familiarity of Deidara’s bed envelopes me again. I soak in the short break, the minute of relaxation I have as the camera filming my volition is shifted back to place.

“Not for long,” he tells me, snapping open the black box full of his favorite bedroom toys. He tugs out a slip-chain necklace, quickly setting it around my neck. “Deep, slow breaths,” Deidara orders before tugging on the makeshift collar, cutting off my breathing.

My focus shifts from the arson to my breathing, focusing on doing as I’m told. The chain continues to click as it’s tugged on, cutting off more of my airway. Kisses start littering my stomach, quickly chased by merciless bites. My mind fogs from the lack of oxygen, the only processing possible being the stinging of my flesh being attacked.

“Pretty little Explosion,” Deidara coos, climbing up my body. His hand joins the tightened chain, fingertips denting into my skin alongside the metal. His other hand focuses on bruising my thighs and stomach even more as the one on his face focuses on my titties.

“Poor baby,” he continues to praise me once he gets bored of my boobs. “I guess I haven’t been the only one rough today,” he utters, lips brushing over the bruises on my cheek and fingers brushing the wounds between my legs courtesy of Pain. “Too bad.”

The two words sink to my pussy, making me pulse with even more need. The chain clicks again, un-restricting my airway. My breath quickens but continues being deep as I suck in the needed oxygen. “Turn over, Firecracker. All fours.” My order is encouraged by a few pecks to my lips and a tease tongue flick across my clit.

Eagerly I turn over and prop myself on my hands and knees. Deidara’s hand massages my lower back as he fishes around his toy box for whatever he’s looking for. “Firecracker?”

“Deidara?”

“I know I didn’t say I would but I think I’m going to spank you.” I hum in agreement, widening my stance a bit. Deidara’s final discussion is set in stone when the soft tapping of his crop comes into contact with my ass. “Ya, I’m going to spank you.”

“I figured,” I tease, dipping my head down to take a peak of him through my legs. My head is pulled up when Deidara snakes his hand into my hair and snaps me back upright.

“Stay still,” he orders, hand clenching my chain again and clicking it back in place. Two or three more clicks come, cutting off my airway as a swat lands on my ass, a lot harder than before.

“Hey!” I yelp, jerking away from the pain. I’m tugged back into place by Deidara’s hold on my chain, another handful of swats landing. I whimper from the stinging quickly forming on my behind. “Deidara,” I whine, trying to squirm away from him again.

I get tugged back by my chain again, my hands swooping up to try and pull the chain loose. Another round of swats is landed with a disappointed sigh. “You were doing so good, Explosion.” Despite my misbehaving, my chain is loosened, giving me the chance to catch my breath.

The crop feathers over my clit, making me arch, before it’s dropped to rest under me. “That’s not fun anymore. Let’s do something else.” That’s the pipelined comment of Deidara meddling with his blood kink. “Come here,” he orders, using the slip-chain to tug me backward and propping me on the edge of the bed.

I’m left kneeling on the edge of the bed, Deidara’s hold still present but loose on the makeshift leash as he puts away our last toy and tugs out his play-time knife.

“You stay still, you hear me?” He orders the blunt spine of the knife pressed into my cheek as he holds my face. “I don’t want you messing up my artwork.”

“Yes sir,” I whisper, shaking from need and nervous.

More kisses are peppered across my nose before a long, deep one is pressed to my lips. “Good girl,” Deidara mutters before shifting off the bed. The chain in my neck shifts as he moves to the floor, tightening a bit before it’s loosened again. “Ready Firecracker?” He asks, ghosting the tip of his knife across my back.

“Yes sir,” I repeat, snapping my eyes closed and focusing on my breath.

Kisses are pressed into my back before being replaced by the light work of the knife. Blood starts to trickle out of the open wound as Deidara works on tearing my skin. His work is light, simply etching into my skin, purposely avoiding tearing anything more. “D - E - I - D - A - R - A,” he mutters, tracing the letters into my skin.

“You’re so pretty,” Deidara says once again, kisses prepping a strip of my skin under his carefully carved name.

“Thank you,” I breathe out, stinging from his handy work making it hard to think let alone speak. “Dei-”

“Just one more, my pretty Explosion. You can do it, I know you can,” he encourages, knife already carving his next art piece into my back. “You’re doing so good,” Deidara praises, littering my back in more kisses to try and cool my shakiness down. “You’re going to look so pretty with my bird carved into you.”

My sight is blurry with tears by the time Deidara is. Tears spill over when his tongues start sliding over the open wounds. “Pretty piece of art I’ve ever made,” he coos, continuing to lick up my spilled blood.

“Hey,” I whine again, full body shaking when his hand dips between my legs again. I fall forward, landing on all fours with my chain clicking closed around my neck from the movement. Deidara keeps my chain in place, enjoying himself as he licks at my clit, his fingers dipping in and out of me.

His other two tongues stay busy, tracing the carvings on my back as he pushes me forward. “Diedara,” I call, arms giving out from under me.

“Firecracker,” he calls back, fingers curling in me. The single curl snaps the band in my stomach, making me clench around his fingers as I coat his hand in my juices. “Aw, how pretty,” he utters, tugging his hand away, leaving me empty and pulsing in need of more. “Come here, my artwork.”

I’m tugged backward, Deidara easily slipping into me. “Fuck,” I hiss when he flips us around, propping me back on all fours once I’m facing the camera.

“I want to see your pretty face when I watch our video later,” he explains, tugging me up by the slip-chain. I’m pulled up, hips against his, back arched as new blood slips free, and head forced straight towards the camera.

Diedara’s thrusts are fast but swallow, his inexperience shining through from lack of ability to control his depth. My fingers cling to the chain again, trying to tug it loose so I can breathe easier. My tongue falls out of my mouth, in an attempt to suck in more air. I’m sure I’ll have the stereotypical fucked girl face in Deidara’s video, just as sure as I am that it’ll get him off.

A whine falls from the man buried in me, hands falling to grip my hips. I fall forward from the lack of support, instantly getting pulled backward so he can bottom out in me. “Explosion,” he mutters, a sloppy kiss pressed between my shoulders. A twitch happens, and then Deidara spills into me, warming my insides again today.

Every inch of me shakes, a mix of the pain aching everywhere and the after-effect of pleasure sizzling between my legs. “Firecracker?” Deidara calls again, hands gripping my sides as he rests on top of me.

“You did good, Deidara,” I soothe, trying not to give out from his body weight. “You did really good, baby. So, so good.”

I can feel his smile as he litters me in more kisses, hands busy tracing my body for my wounds. “Lay down, Firecracker. I’ll make the aches go away.”

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18+, ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ, ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪsɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏʏs, ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ/ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴏᴡɴᴇʀsʜɪᴘ ᴋɪɴᴋ.

(ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ Kɪsᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Zᴇᴛsᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄᴏᴄᴋs😵‍💫ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴀ sᴇᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ(;

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞:

-“𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹, 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲.”

-“𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗶 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

-“𝗳-𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱.”

-“𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸.”

Kisame is more on the rougher side when it comes to fucking you but he uses his words to let you know how good of a job you’re doing for him. Always lets you know how beautiful you are during. Fucks you like a whore, praises you like a princess.

𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢:

-“𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶’𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.”

-“𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲.”

-“𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹.”

-“𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

Praise KING. Constantly tells you how good you’re being and how he loves being inside you. Rewards you with anything you want during and after pleasing him. Kisses you anytime he can and anywhere he can plant his lips onto.

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧:

-“𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰.”

-“𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁, 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.”

-“𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀? 𝗛𝗺? 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁, 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱.”

-“𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.”

Hidan may seem mean but he knows you secretly love being talked down to this way. He’s also very strict on safe words due to your sessions being so intense, and constantly checks on you. Makes sure to worship you during aftercare with kisses, massages, snacks, and cuddles.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐮:

-“𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹.”

-“𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘅 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶’𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹.”

-“𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼.”

-“𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝘀. 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲.”

Tendril teaser! Kakuzu will be more than happy to use his tendrils to tease you and tie you up. He tends to be a bit more on the quieter side when it comes to talking but always holds his dominant energy when doing so. Praises you while also throwing demands at you every which way.

𝐃𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚:

-“𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲.”

-“𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝗺𝗽𝗵 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.”

-“𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸.”

-“𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝘄𝗼𝘄.”

Deidara loves positions where he can admire your body and face. His favorites being missionary and you on top. This explosive loving ninja softens for you and you alone, mixing his gentle demands with praises.

𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐢:

-“𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵.”

-“𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄.”

-“𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁? 𝗜 𝗯𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵.”

-“𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄.”

Just like his artistic partner, Sasori looks at and admires your body like the true art piece you are. Tends to taunt little by little, likes demanding you to do things which will allow him to ogle at you from a different angle.

𝐙𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮:

-“𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸. 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁”

-“𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁.”

-“𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁, 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

-“𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼, 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁.”

With zetsu, it’s almost like you’re fucking two different people. You get sweet nothings and praises from white zetsu, while black Zetsu degrades you. It’s the best of the both worlds with these two. His absolute favorite pet name for you is princess, because that’s what he sees you as.

𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢/𝐎𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨:

-“𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗽𝗮𝗶, 𝗶-𝗶, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱.”

-“𝗸-𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲.”

-“𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁?”

-“𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸. 𝗗𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳, 𝗶’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁.”

With Tobi, you either get your good boy who calls you kitten or puppy while stuttering as he feels his length fill you up. Obito on the other hand ruins you. Taunts you as he calls you his whore, easily jealous if he sees you talk too long with another member and will make sure by the night you’ll remember who you belong too.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧:

-“𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸.”

-“𝗼𝗵 𝗺𝘆, 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹.”

-“𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

-“𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

Even though Pain is the leader of the Akatsuki, and being harsh and demanding of others, he doesn’t let that follow him into the bedroom. Doesn’t care if the other members hear you, purposely puts you in positions where you can’t muffle your cries. His voice is strict but very gentle.

𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧:

-“𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻.”

-“𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆.”

-“𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂.”

-“𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀. 𝗘𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲.”

Konan is primarily the top with you and loves using her strap. Uses words of encouragement and affirmations to help you relax and get into your sessions as they can be rather intense with her. The purple haired beauty loves watching as you bounce up and down on her toy, playing with your tits as they move.

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[cosmic-glow]

How about college AU Obito dating the reader headcanons if that's okay?

Notes: It got so clichéd, but that's how I imagine it would be lol. I don't read much about this kind of AU but I hope you like it, good reading!

Warnings: teen!obito x reader; protector!obito; GN!reader; no mention of Tobi; mentions of fighting and injuries; mentions of insecurity; it's SFW.

Anime: Naruto Shippuden.

ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝔸𝕌 𝕆𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕠 𝕌𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕒

It's impressive how easily he can get into trouble. VERY impressive. 

He is always bruised or cut from a fight.

Most students are afraid of him because of his bad reputation (besides his unfriendly appearance), but he is the total opposite of this image with you.

The teachers hate him, because as much as he is a "problem student" he gets good grades - He is not a prodigy or anything, but he is far from being a complete idiot.

  And yet he asks you for help with his studies, but it is only to spend more time with you.

 In reality, he is a very quiet student in class, not a nuisance. His bad reputation is due to the fights he gets into after class, almost always with older students.

 And he is more than ready to pick a fight if he knows that someone is bothering you.

You probably got closer because of some school work, some student position assigned to both of you, something like that.

And when he was alone with you he was so shy! Being so respectful and gentle that he made you disbelieve the rumors about him. (He could barely look you straight in the eyes😭)

(there's also the possibility that he's had a crush on you since he was a kid, but you don't need to know that)

The conversation between you flowed well, and when you realized it, you were already spending all your spare time together.

He always goes to your classroom for you to have lunch together.

He is very shy receiving your affection, but he loves all your demonstrations of love.

Is >>very<< protective of you.

He doesn't want to involve you in his "business", so he hides some things from you.

He's not part of any club because he doesn't have much time for that.

Has some issues with jealousy, will never admit it but is a bit insecure. He will say that he doesn't trust anyone and is afraid that someone will hurt you (which is also true).

I don't need to say that you are his first dating, right? That's why all this concern and care.

Loves to gift you and hang out with you (especially at night, he would take you to some high place to see the stars and say that if he could he would give you the moon as a gift, and that still wouldn't be enough to show you how much he loves you).

He gives you absolute preference, he can be in the middle of class reading a paragraph from the book, if you walk in and say you need him he will stop what he is doing to help you.

He cares a lot about your safety and does everything to protect you, including training together (as much as he doesn't have the courage to attack you and actually hurt).

Overall, he is a very caring and romantic boyfriend, always making you comfortable and making you laugh. He just has a bad reputation for getting involved with the wrong people, and is also a bit temperamental.

Once Obito falls in love with you, it will be for life.

Flowers by: @cute-sushi-roll

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[bridgetotheskyyy]

Playing Parts

Summary: Tobi/Obito finally tries therapy Rating: Smut, 18+, noncon elements, stalking, psychological drama, implied mind control Word count: 9236 A/N: I hope you all enjoy this. It was a long time coming really. I've been wrestling with this fic for a minute - I was joking with a friend and just realized why not ACTUALLY send obito to therapy and see what wackiness unfolds? And so this fic was born. Disclaimer: I'm not a therapist nor do I have any authority on the matter! Please take everything in this fic with a grain of salt.

Wherever you were, he was also. He followed you, from one village to the next, after the dissolution of your family left you cast adrift, lost in the maddening fray of people in a world that couldn’t give less of a damn.

He understood the feeling.

He was entranced with you, the feelings you inspired, the impression you gave him ― all exotic, yet so endearingly familiar.

You had a dual shadow, yet you would never know.

You had a stalker, yet you would never know. 

Because …

Because you looked just like her.

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“Another?” 

You groaned, head in your palm. You peered down; your empty glass winked with the club’s flashing lights. You glanced at the bartender. He was being courteous, you acknowledged; he knew you were going nowhere. He was giving you that look; a strange marriage between pity and exasperation. You knew the look well; you often wore it as you studied your patients.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Ye … yeah,” You relented, crouching over the bar. 

It was not as though you didn’t deserve such a look, either; once again, your love for bad boys and broken things had driven you to the comforts of the bar and its liquor stocked in its drawers. Another disastrous relationship gone up in flames, choking you with its fumes. And again, you chose to clear your throat by drowning in alcohol. 

You tapped a heel against your suitcase, in which everything you owned was stored. Deja vu dizzied you, for years ago you were in this exact same position, with all your possessions hugged to your chest. Tears threatened the dryness of your eyes as memories of a murderous father and screaming mother incursed your mind, made you hunger for another drink.  

And the suitcase’s meaning echoed the last: apartment searching. 

Yay! Homelessness!

The bar’s raucous wasn’t enough to steal you away from self-pity. The bartender plopped your drink before you. You grazed the new glass of sake to your lips, licked the remnants from your lips. 

Honestly, it was probably time you took your own turn on a therapist’s couch, but there were demons you were not quite ready to do battle with, and so, your therapy resided in supplying therapy for everyone else. 

For now, you resigned to sharing a bar with a pack of other miserable drunken souls, all of them varying levels of drunk. In your sorrowful peripheral, someone took the empty chair beside you, but you could hardly chalk up the will to care as you downed the rest of your drink.

You steadied yourself on the bar as you reached for your wallet. You fiddled through it, only to find yourself petting a dust bunny. 

Empty. 

Your eyes popped.

Oh no. 

The bartender eyed your wallet, your discrepancy. 

He threw his towel on the counter. “Look, missy, this isn’t a fucking free for all! If you can’t pay, you can turn your pretty self around and leave.” 

Some of your drunken peers snickered at you. You felt someone lean over you, a lecherous “I’ll help you pay, for a price …” made your skin crawl. 

“I’ll pay for her!” 

A hand slammed the table, moving away to reveal money. 

The cheerful voice was so incongruous with the grimy club ― but it demanded your attention. You turned to your left, where you were met with an orange mask spiraling into itself. 

The bartender’s eyes swung from the stranger to you, sighed. “Fine,” he grunted. 

He swiped the money away. The other drunks, robbed of a show, began to disperse with disappointment, leaving you alone with your helper.

You blinked at your savior. “Uh ―” you searched for the correct word, “thanks …?” 

It wasn’t meant to come out like so … unsure, but the mask was throwing you. The club lights caught onto it, giving you only a slight indication of an eye where the hole was situated.

Maybe it’s some sort of BDSM thing; I shouldn't judge.

You relaxed. “Thank you,” you said with more certainty. 

“You’re welcome, miss,” said the character beside you.

A silence stretched. He ― he? ― abandoned his chair, exposing you to the breadth of his height. 

Holy fuck, you swallowed.

His head lowered, and you felt his attention on you. A pause. 

“You’re awfully sad, miss,” said the character, his cheerful voice weighed with a bit of emotion. “Tobi doesn’t think you should be so sad.”

He offered one more lingering pass at you, before striding into the thick of dancing, stumbling people and disappearing from your sight. 

Your head swam with wonder. What the hell was that all about? 

The wad of cash had been more than enough for a few more drinks after the one threatening to put you in the doghouse. After your fourth, you stumbled from the club and out the creaking door. Your vision blurred, steering with deer legs. The streetlights blared tangerine instead of white, spiraling in your imagination. 

You don’t know how you made it home. Come morning, your eyes opened to the ceiling of your office, your body safe under the warmth of a blanket. 

“So,” your patient took another drag from her cigarette, “that’s the story of how we got married for the third time.” 

“Three times in one week,” You deadpanned. “That must be a record for you.” 

----------------------------------

“Oh ―” something came to your patient’s mind, “Oh, and then his mother shows up, and she’s all like, ‘I thought I was wearing the wedding dress?’ I had to remind her it wasn’t her fucking wedding. She’s absolutely nuts! And he didn’t even stop her from starting a fight at the reception!” 

Don’t laugh, You tell yourself. If you laugh, you’re not a good therapist. 

“I should just let her go ahead and marry her own goddamned son,” Your patient continued. “That means I won’t have to; get the fucker off my hands.”

“Have you ever considered,” You began carefully, “that maybe your mother-in-law feels out of place in her son’s life and wants to contribute but doesn’t quite know how?” 

She blinked at you, leaned back into your couch. “Go on.” 

“And maybe if you gave her more responsibilities, ironically, she’d probably behave a lot better as she’ll feel like she’s needed?” 

“Oh,” Your patient threw her cigarette-laden hand in the air. “You’re a genius. This is why I come to you.” 

You couldn’t resist a smile; it was the only compliment you had received in a long time. 

Well, except that night … 

“Do you really think that’ll work?” 

“It’s worth a shot,” You optimized.

You finished up with your patient and saw her out the door, breathing a huge sigh once the door was shut. You were exhausted ― and it was only 2pm. 

It had been a week since the club and still you couldn’t stop thinking about the man in his orange mask who’d offered to pay for your drink. All else was a complete blur. The only thing that had come to occupy your mind ― along with your time ― was making your office your new apartment also; the living room was now reserved for sessions, while the closed doors down the hallway led to your bedroom, the kitchen hanging at the side of the living room. 

It was the best you could do for now, since leaving your ex-boyfriend’s house. Your shoulders sank at the memory.

You’re awfully sad, miss. You shouldn’t be so sad. 

It wasn’t a compliment exactly, but the closest you had gotten to one ― in a long time. The idea of someone thinking you were undeserving of the agony weighing down your life and wringing your heart was … nice. You had been touched.

And a little embarrassed. Was it that obvious?

A knock at the door and you startled, hand flying to your chest.

“I’m not taking any more clients today!” You shouted. “You’ll have to schedule another time!” 

“Oh, sorry! But … but can Tobi come in anyway?”

Your heart sank. That voice …

Your hand flirted with the doorknob. You hesitated, unsure if you heard correctly. It can’t be … can it? 

You retreated from the door. You hand twisted the knob and creaked the door open. 

You raised your head. Your eyes caught orange spirals. 

He saluted you. “Hello!” 

It’s him …! 

“Yo ― you …” 

Without thinking, you backed away, widening the door for him. 

“Tobi is sorry it is so late,” he said, towering over you as he entered. “Tobi wants to be a good boy! But … it doesn’t always work out that way.” 

“From the bar …” You said, still gripping with his arrival. “How did you find me?” 

He ― Tobi ― perked. “Tobi saw your ad!” 

“My …” you blinked. “Ad …” 

Oh yeah, I forgot about those.

Where was your head? It had been long since you plastered your posters all over the village, advertising your services. Anxiety waned off your chest; and for a second you had truly thought he had followed you … How ridiculous. 

“After Tobi and Miss met, Tobi wanted to see if you were okay,” Tobi said, then flailed his arms, “Tobi also wanted lessons!” 

“I’m sorry,” You said, beginning to recover from it all. “I don’t do walk-ins. You’ll have to schedule.”

“Oh,” Tobi’s voice was pleading, coupling his hands. “But can Tobi just have a few minutes? Tobi promises to be a good boy next time!” 

What’s with the third person? 

You were confused ― just as much as you were intrigued. You could not pretend as though you were not interested. 

You crossed your arms, considering as stars twinkled around Tobi’s kneeling form. 

“All right,” You said. “10 minutes.” 

“Yay!” 

Tobi twirled, and while he made a show of himself, you examined him. Donned in a mask ― No animal or distinctive features. He doesn’t associate himself with anything one would recognize; he must want true anonymity ― and bound in fabric of black from head to toe. Said fabric strapped him in perfectly, emphasizing strong pectorals, hint of abs … 

You shook your head. Stop ogling him!

While Tobi’s happy dance commenced, you decided to ask:

“You’re a ninja, aren’t you?” 

He stopped mid-twirl, turning back to you. A beat passed.

“Aww,” Tobi scratched the back of his head, where his mask ended and indicated spiked black hair, “what gave me away?” 

“Well,” You shrugged, a hint of a smile tickling your lips, “the, uh, mask is peculiar. And you have … quite an impressive build.” 

You didn’t want it to come off like you were flirting, but it sounded flirty. Shit. At least pretend like you’re a professional.

“It wasn’t hard to put two and two together,” You added to soften the suggestivity of your comment. 

“Tobi is a ninja!” Tobi affirmed. “Tobi goes on scary missions all the time ― it’s fun!”

“Fascinating …” You cupped your chin, observing him. 

Something caught Tobi’s eye; your bookshelves. He traipsed, arms flailing, toward the books. You followed him with wonder. 

“So many books,” he said. He was nearly as tall as the shelves themselves, tipping his head up a tad to admire them all. “You must be really smart!”

“You …” You stood beside him. “Now you flatter me. It’s nothing really.”

But your humility didn’t stop Tobi from gobsmacking at the enormity of your collection, the density of the tombs. 

“You have to read a lot to become a therapist,” You said. Seeing an opening, you added, “Do you read, Tobi?” 

“No,” Tobi lowered his head. “Tobi was never the sharpest tool in the shed.” 

“Don’t say that,” You said. “Neither was I, at first. It took me years to like reading.” 

“Really?”

“Yep,” You piped up. “The trick is,” you raised a finger, “is to find a topic you’re interested in and read about that!” 

You approached your dual couches, patting one. “Come sit, Tobi.”

Tobi obeyed, sitting on the couch opposite you. He shifted his head as he took his seat, exposing a bit of his neck to you; he truly was covered from head to toe, as you couldn’t detect a single speck of skin anywhere.

Tobi spotted you looking, and somehow managed to blush on top of his mask. He put a hand to his mask. 

“Miss is staring …” 

Your eyes widened before you averted them.

“You flatter Tobi!” 

You fidgeted, desperate for a way out of this subject. “You,” you cleared your throat, “... seem a lot happier than the shinobi who come to see me.” 

Tobi’s interest piqued. “Whaa? Tobi is not the only ninja you see?” 

“Oh, heavens, no!” You waved him off. “They come to see me all the time in secret. It’s a rough job, and it gets to them all eventually. I don’t blame them, really. Even my old boyfriend was …”

You paused. You covered your mouth. Too personal! What had gotten into you? 

Tobi was quiet for a moment. 

“Miss’s boyfriend … was a ninja?” 

“Yes, mm …” You cleared your throat again. “Let’s change the subject. This is your session after all. We have five minutes left. What do you want to talk about, Tobi?” 

Tobi watched you maneuver a glass of water toward him on the table separating the two of you. 

“Tobi was …” he began, voice cracking, “betrayed.”

 Sympathy grazed you. “Oh, I see. Was it a girlfriend?” 

Silence. Tobi shook his head. 

“No.” 

You studied Tobi; his shoulders fell, head hanging. It was startling to see such a chipper soul become so depressed, so demure. 

He’s really quite depressed. His almost cartoony demeanor is a mask to conceal deep inner pain, further emphasized by the actual mask he wears.

You treaded carefully. 

“Was it … a friend then?” 

Tobi’s attention snapped to you and you resisted a startle. You had hit a nerve. Your eyebrows raised, expectant.

“... Yeah,” he answered. “A friend.” 

You wanted to reach for him, but your training told you physical touch might be overstimulating if he was in the middle of recalling a traumatic memory. You reached, instead, with your voice. “Tell me about this friend, Tobi. This is a safe place.” 

Nonetheless, Tobi was the one to fidget now. 

“Tobi is not … used to talking about his feelings,” Tobi brightened when an idea seemed to strike him. “I know! Maybe Miss could share a little to help Tobi open up!” 

You blushed. “Oh, well, I don’t …” It’s a good idea, but it might throw me off my game. “You know what? Let’s do it! If it’ll help you!”

“Yay!”

“Hmm … Let’s see,” You pondered, finger to your lip. At times like this, you would simply fabricate your background in order to help clients open up. It was dishonest, but it served the same purpose as the truth and kept things professional. 

But this was different; Tobi was a shinobi, and everything in your bones told you he could detect any lie you told. You would surely expose yourself under such conditions, under such pressure. 

You sighed, covered it up with a weak smile. “I’ve recently gone through a pretty bad breakup, Tobi. I know what it feels like to be betrayed.” 

“Really …?” everything you said seemed so amazing to Tobi. 

Your blush deepened. He’s surprised I’ve gotten my heart broken? “Yes. A boyfriend, he … Well, he cheated.”

Tobi emitted a soft “aww.”

“Miss is sad again …” he said. “Tobi doesn’t like her sad.” 

“Thank you,” You said. You lowered your gaze, unable to deny the sting of legitimate pain the memory caused. “Fact is, he said that he would … he would always take care of me.” 

You couldn’t name it, but the mood changed. You felt Tobi’s presence in the room totally. He regarded you … lovingly? Your brows furrowed, desperate to understand the shift in him. 

Silence. 

“... Tobi understands,” the cheer in his voice was all but gone. “He made a promise to a friend, a long time ago … Tobi’s friend broke his promise … He betrayed Tobi …” 

Your eyes glued to Tobi, intrigued. “How does that make you feel, Tobi?”

“... Confused.” 

This is brilliant; usually men won’t admit to feeling out of control. 

“You’re doing so well,” You encouraged. “Keep going …!” 

You saw movement in your peripheral, and your eyes trailed to see Tobi’s fists clenching at his sides, knuckles whitening. 

Your gaze flickered back to Tobi ― but he was already looking at you. You peered closer until you could see a hint of his eye. Your eyes met his one, and there was ― 

“It makes Tobi feel … rage.” 

Red. 

His lone eye flashed scarlet ― 

You gasped, reeling back into the couch. Fear gripped your heart.

And as it had come so had it gone; his eye was normal, his demeanor lightened. 

“Tobi is sorry!”

“It’s okay,” You caught yourself. Perhaps strong emotions bring on shinobi abilities I don’t understand. And what emotion it was. To see someone so happy go from sorrow to anger so quickly. Who was this guy? “Sometimes, when we bury our feelings, they can come out stronger than we can handle.” 

Tobi sighed. “That makes sense. Still, Tobi didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“I was only startled,” You leaned forward. “You could never scare me, Tobi.” 

You believed him; looking at Tobi, how flustered he’d become at his feelings … You understood he was a ninja, but you couldn’t picture him actually hurting anyone. 

Tobi was silent. “Thank you.” 

Your eyes trailed to your watch. 10 minutes.

“And that’s all the time we have today, Tobi,” You said, standing. “Make sure to come see me again next week. And make sure you schedule this time.” 

“That’s it?” Tobi said, rising as well. “That felt like no time at all to Tobi! Miss is so much fun to talk to!” 

You ducked your face to conceal another blush and opened the door for Tobi. 

“Right back atcha.” 

Tobi chuckled and nodded to you one more time before leaving. You shut the door, pressed your forehead to its wood. 

Was it just you, or had his voice … changed along with his eye? 

You were exhausted, and it didn’t take long for you to lull into a nap, where Tobi’s eye and his deep voice chased you into dreams. 

----------------------------------------------

Shower water rained on his back, disguising hushed pants inside white noise.  

He hadn’t meant for the mask to slip.

So to speak. 

You spoke of your boyfriend, and in his mind all he had morphed into Kakashi, until it was all he could think of, the rage suffocating him.  

Jealousy compounded jealousy. Anger surged through him, was softened by the stroke Obito gave to his cock. Your face bloomed, the memory of your blush twitched his cock. And your smile. You had such a nice smile. 

Obito closed his eyes, hung his head against the shower wall. While he stroked himself, he imagined it being your hands on his manhood. Tobi, fuck, you’re huge … He grasped, quickened his pace. Scenes in his mind hazed into one another; your boyfriend’s blood decorating the walls as he pinned you to your couch, crashing his lips to yours, fucking himself into your small, frail frame. 

Don’t worry, (Y/n), I’ll save you … 

The hot water sensitized Obito’s skin; he leaned a hand up against the wall opposite him, jerking harder now. Imaginary you begged in his ear. He buried inside of you, filling your sinfully tight walls with his cum. 

“Tobi …!” 

He stained the shower wall with his seed, a low grunt emitting from his mouth as he came. He released his cock, turned his hand so his palm revealed the evidence of his climax. 

If there was any guilt to be had, it was dull, nominal. He could think only of your flushed, fucked out. You, panting underneath him. He thumbed the head of his sensitizing cock, watched it bounce back in place at his abdomen. A perverse thought crossed him, streaking you in his mind. 

I really am a freak, aren’t I …? 

“Tobi!” came Deidara’s voice, clipped and upset. “What’s the hold up?” 

Obito laughed at himself. Oh, if only you knew, Deidara. He dressed, donned the mask and the character of Tobi once again, both fitting like an arm in a sleeve. He didn’t want to keep Deidara waiting.

He had to see you again. 

“And he has the nerve,” Your patient said, another temperamental woman you dared not cross in your futile attempts to help her, “the absolute nerve to insinuate the baby’s not his. Can you believe that?” 

You nodded, following. “So you know the baby’s his?”

“How’re you gonna ask me a question like that?” 

You sighed, knowing your place. You remained silent as your patient rambled on about her multiple boyfriends, surely one of them being the father of her unborn child. 

Admittedly, your head was elsewhere. 

You were compelled to tell yourself for the umpteenth time: You were not falling for Tobi. 

You told yourself in the mirror, in your diary, before bed. You were not. Your interest was completely professional ― the only reason you thought about him, day and night, was because he fascinated you. That fascination, of course, had nothing to do with your love for broken things, for bad boys, for mystery. But it was also something that could not be assuaged by a quick visit with one of your old boyfriends ― even your most recent ex who had, coincidentally, had stopped calling you. 

You wanted only to know what was under that mask for Tobi’s own sake.

Not because you wondered what he looked like, or what his lips looked like, or what it would be like to lean into them and … 

“Hello?” Your patient snapped her fingers. “Am I talking to myself here?” 

You jumped. “Uh, no, of course not.” 

“Then, great super mega therapist,” Your patient crossed her arms, eager for you to disappoint her, “what do you suggest?” 

You resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of your eyebrows in frustration. You’ve got to be kidding me. No, no. patience … sometimes people just can’t see what’s right in front of them. 

 “This is a trust issue,” You replied. “Not a control issue.” 

“Care to elaborate?” 

“Your boyfriend doesn’t know if you’ve fully chosen him, so he doesn’t want to fully choose you, either,” You clarified. “There’s no point in being with you from his perspective if the moment you get upset you run and go out with another guy.” 

Your patient lowered her gaze, uncomfortable. “You think he loves me?” 

“Yes, honey, I think he does.” 

Three hard knocks at the door stirred you both ― 

It flew open. 

A man came to the couch, calling out your patient’s name. 

“I’m sorry!” he said. 

He approached the couch, kneeling as if to propose.

“Oh my god,” Your patient raised from the couch, stars in her eyes. “You came for me!”

“I want this baby, love,” he said, intertwining his knuckles with hers. “I don’t care who’s baby it is. I want us to start a family.” 

“Oh …” Your patient cooed. “I love you so much …”

“I love you.”

They proceeded to make out … Right in front of you. 

You cleared your throat for their attention. “Hey, uh, this isn’t couple’s therapy.” 

Your patient broke their kiss to stare at you. “Oh. You don’t do that?” 

“No, sorry.” 

You ushered them out seconds later with a “Happy babymaking, you two!” before shutting the door and locking it. 

Methinks we need stronger locks around here. A few padlocks. Maybe a cross bar. 

You composed yourself ― as best you could. You glanced at the clock. 10 minutes to 2pm. Tobi was next. 

You adjusted yourself, swiped your lips with some makeup ― not too look good for him, but to be professional. You compiled your notes, of which you had many; deductions, theories, possible inquiries, anything that had come to your mind about Tobi since his last session.

I have to get him to speak more about this friend. He brought it up first, so it must be what’s truly bothering him. Perhaps, this friend is the reason why he hides behind this character he’s created.

You sat down, a bundle of notes in your lap, and waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

You went from your first page of notes to the 100th before smacking it with your face, admitting defeat. 

Tobi was late.

Maybe he’s canceled. Panic struck you. He can’t cancel! Not before I ― I mean, he gets to know himself better! 

You looked at the clock again. 2:35. 

You were ready to cry when there was a knock at the door. You skedaddled, unlocked the door and threw it open. 

“Tobi is here!” he cheered, hands up. 

“Tobi …” You breathed out, sliding out of the way for him to enter. 

“Tobi is sorry for the tardiness,” he said. “There were some nasty chores that came up that needed doing!” 

You only grinned at him before realizing how close the two of you were at the door’s threshold. He dwarfed you in height. It sent butterflies dancing around your heart. Oh, gods ... How much lighter you would be in his arms, if he were to ever pick you up and … 

He stared. “Hm? Is Miss all right?” 

You snapped out of it. “Yes, I’m sorry, Tobi, come sit.” 

“That’s good,” Tobi said, “because Tobi has done lots of thinking since his last session with you.” 

“Mhm?” You sat on your side while Tobi occupied the couch across from you. 

“Tobi wants to ask something …” he began. “It’s been on his mind. When someone hurts your feelings ― really bad ― what are you meant to do?” 

You considered him. This is about his old friend, no doubt about it. 

“It never really leaves Tobi’s mind,” he went on. “Being hurt. What should Tobi do?” 

You shifted the notes away from you, self conscious of them. “Well, Tobi,” you began. “It depends on the level of hurt.” 

“Miss means how bad Tobi feels?” 

“Exactly,” You answered. “No one gets to tell you how painful something is; if it hurts, it hurts. That’s all there is to it. But the trick is, no matter how painful the situation, we should always head toward forgiveness, toward moving on.” 

“Forgiveness,” there was a slight edge to Tobi’s voice now. “Miss means … to forget?”

“I mean to move on,” You said softly. “Totally different things, though people think they’re the same.” 

“Tobi … thinks he understands,” Tobi said. “Could Miss … explain more?” 

Your therapist’s intuition told you this was a trick; you were being tested. Tobi was gauging you, despite his feigned innocence. Thankfully, he was not the first one to do so, nor would he be the last. 

“Sure,” You said. “Nobody intends to forget anything really; it’s not conscious. But forgiveness is always conscious. We can always try to forgive. It doesn’t mean what the other person did to you was okay, it means you refuse to be defined by their actions, only your own!”

“Oh,” Tobi’s voice shuttered. 

There were a few beats where no one spoke. You didn’t question it; sometimes, silence was the best thing for a patient, to allow them time for things to settle.

“... Tobi doesn’t think he can do that.”

“Everyone can,” You assured. “But it takes time.” 

You could detect Tobi’s discomfort by his movements alone. Silences, coupled with more fidgeting. A head turn here, a head turn there. 

“Tobi has something else to say.”

“Go on.”

“Tobi … Tobi did have a girlfriend once!”

You denied the jealousy stinging you with every inch of your being. “Oh?” 

“Yes, and Tobi was thinking about …”

“Hm?” You concealed your curiosity, though you felt your body leaning to Tobi. “thinking about what?” 

“About … how much you look like her, Miss.” 

Your heart skipped. Me? Look like her? You felt it again, something of which you couldn’t be sure because you couldn’t see any of Tobi’s face, but the strange sense that his attention on you was rapt. You were naked in his presence; he could see right through you, not the other way around, despite your efforts.

“I would ―” Your mouth was unusually dry. “I would thank you, but I’m not sure if you and this girlfriend are on good terms, so …”

“We were,” Tobi’s voice was unusually quiet. 

“Oh,” You blushed. “Then ― then thank you …!” 

Tobi didn’t answer. More silence, but this bout of it felt more intimate for reasons beyond you. 

You smiled, hung your head.

“Miss …”

“Hm?” 

“Can … Can you do Tobi a favor?”

Anything. 

His voice was even quieter now. The heat accumulating in your body startled you. “Y― yes?” 

“Could Miss take her glasses off for Tobi?” 

What? You had never had a patient ask something of you ― not like this. However, you did so, crossing the frames and putting them in your lap. 

Tobi “wowed,” his head cocking. “You’re awfully pretty, Miss …” 

You  fiddled with the legs of your glasses. His compliment was so sincere ― he was so sincere ― and you felt so seen. 

“... Could I see more?” 

You didn’t catch the “I” instead of “Tobi,” only the insinuation of his requests. Tobi was engrossed by you, and you felt as though you could not speak. You felt drugged, almost, under his focus. 

“More?” You repeated. “What ― what do you mean?” 

“I mean,” Tobi’s voice was hardly above a whisper. “Could you … spread your legs for me?” 

Under any other circumstances, under any other patient, you would end things immediately, banish him from the room or flee from it yourself. Call the authorities, even. But this was Tobi, and something in his voice ― his smooth, deep voice ― you found it impossible to object. 

You fevered as you bent your fingers underneath the hem of your skirt and peeled it upwards, spreading your legs as you had been asked. 

By now, your pink panties must have been in view, cupping your throbbing cunt. 

“Such a pretty pair of panties …” 

This, you thought, somewhere, in the part of your brain still sane and functional, was not professional. 

But you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Tobi held you under his heated gaze. You could’ve sworn you saw his eye flash red once more, but … 

“Touch yourself, Miss,” he ordered softly.

“What?” 

His red eye met you through the mask. 

“You know you want to.” 

That’s … that’s not the point. 

Your hand seemed to move on its own as it grazed past your thigh, teasing the sensitive inner skin, until the pad of your finger pressed into your clothed pussy. 

Tobi breathed sharply. It spurred you on. You rubbed fingers against the cloth, you clit hidden from view. You parted your legs wider, gaze heavily lidded as you became entranced by your ministrations. 

Your eyes fluttered as you snuck a hand into your panties. You teased yourself with ghostly touches.

“Yes,” Tobi breathed. “Show me, show me …” 

You circled your clit, a new thrum of pleasure sweeping through you. Your other hand came to tug at your breast, the strip of your shirt falling past your shoulder. Your eyes closed at last, your ears treated to the concentrated sounds of Tobi’s clipped breath. 

“(Y/n).” 

A moan, from him. Your head fell into the cushions of the couch, spreading your legs farther apart. 

“Oh, Tobi, fuck …” 

“(Y/n) …” 

You opened your eyes, half-expecting to see Tobi’s cock cradled in his hands.

“Show me more.”

You knew what he wanted. You needed to show him everything. You shoved the band of your panties to the side, revealing your wet lips to him. 

“No,” he murmured, holding out a hand. “Give them to me.”

You retrieved your wet fingers, lifted your lower half to remove your panties. What am I doing?

He took them from you. 

“Good girl,” he said. “Keep going.”

You spread your legs for him again, reclaiming your hungry clit and rolled it between wet fingers. “A ― ahh …” You played with yourself as Tobi held your underwear hostage. You found your erect nipple beneath the fabric of your shirt and teased it, hardening the nub. Tobi leaned in, elbows on his knees, cheering you on with a silence “yes” here and there. Your vision blurred, but surely the bulge between his legs hadn’t always been there? 

A dark chuckle, followed by a falsetto of what should’ve been his true voice. “So very pretty, miss …” 

You felt your stomach tightening. You dipped a finger into your entrance, bucked up so Tobi’s view was clear. Another strangled grunt from him and your head hit the couch, his name on your lips as you clenched around your finger and abused your throbbing clit with your thumb. 

The thrums of pleasure were forever. You couldn’t hear Tobi anymore. You slit your eyes open after a moment, the reality of what you had done still far from dawning. A weight came across your body, compelling you to open your eyes further. 

You looked up, and Tobi was on top of you. 

Nestled between the gap in your thighs. One hand was at the hem of your skirt, while the other cradled your head. 

“Amazing show, Miss (L/n),” he said. “I look forward to our next meeting. I think I just may make a breakthrough.” 

Your blurred vision was not cured until several blinks later. Your eyes cleared, and he was gone. When you recovered, the sun was departing, bathing you in the orange light of its departure. 

You couldn’t even convince yourself it had been a dream; your panties were still gone. 

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You hadn’t seen Tobi in weeks. 

Patients came and went, but they bored you. You diagnosed both them and their problems with ease. The only one who stuck ― who haunted your every movement, your every conscious and unconscious hour ― was Tobi. 

You were good at what you did, but still, you felt a fraud; the guilt of your … performance ― your amazing show, as Tobi had put it ― had weighed on you. How had he convinced you to do something so … raunchy? Why didn’t you stop him? 

And what was worse: you had no distractions. Work was more of a reminder than anything else. Your ex-boyfriend had completely ceased any and all contact with you, and while under normal circumstances you would have been relieved to not be pulled into such toxicity again, his utter silence had come to worry you. 

No peace for the wicked. Three attacks had come to the village in a little over two weeks. Chaos inside you and out. 

You … you were beginning to think it was all Tobi’s doing.

But you could prove nothing. If you had any sense at all you would march to the village’s police force and report everything you knew, not what you could prove. 

But … You didn’t want to. You only wanted him to return to you. 

You were just a little obsessed. 

By “obsessed” you meant: surely, Tobi had done something to your brain. You looked in the mirror and saw your face concealed by an orange, spiraling mask. You could hear his laugh before being dragged into sleep. Sometimes, shadows hugged you from behind, and you would turn to see nothing there. Nothing at all. 

Day and night, Tobi ran through your mind. The idea of him scaring your ex away thrilled you, flattered you, more than it could ever frighten you. 

You tapped the couch cushion with an agitated finger. The entire day had been a blur, four or five patients, the last having left only 10 minutes ago. Something about … wanting to insure a circus, or being run over by a clown or … something. To be totally honest, you couldn’t bring yourself to remember. 

Your world began and ended with the possibility of a knock at your door. You stared at it, the chocolate color imprinted in your mind. Static formed around your vision. 

There was no knock. 

The knob ― twisted. 

You jerked. The hair on your arm stood at attention as the knob jerked. You swallowed dryness as the dark shape of Tobi emerged, tangerine mask the only splash of color in a world of black.

Despite your eagerness, it was a while before you acknowledged his presence

“Long time no see.” 

Tobi creaked the door closed. 

“How did you know it was open?” 

Your curiosity filled the pause; which voice would Tobi meet you with?

“Something … just told me it would be.”

Ah, deep voice it is then. 

Tobi faced you. “I wasn’t intending to be gone so long.” 

“Hm,” was your reply. You looked away, arms crossed. You knew you had no right to be so … wifey. Like he was your long suffering husband who’d missed one dinner too many. But Tobi’s sudden drop from earth had affected you with an almost feverish longing, and the hold he had on you, suddenly, drove you angry. “It’s your money you’re wasting.”

“Does that mean you miss me when I’m gone?” 

You didn’t give into his teasing. 

“I have lots of other clients, Tobi,” Your truth cocktailed with lies. “Lots to keep me occupied.”

“Mhm,” Tobi said, his voice dipped mockingly “Occupied …”

You rolled your eyes as Tobi amused himself across from you. An answer to your hypothesis; you couldn’t lie to him.

“Oh, come on, Miss (L/n),” Tobi said. “What happened to your sense of humor?” 

You looked to him. “These … attacks.”

He cocked his head. “Hm?”

“Do they have anything to do with you?” 

Tobi was quiet.

“My ex,” You continued. “He used to hound me to come back to him ― and usually I would ― right up until you started seeing me. What about that?” 

The pause was longer than the last. Anxiety pumped your heart. 

“... No.” 

You didn’t know if you believed that ― could he lie to you?

“No to what?” You pressed. “The attacks or my ex?” 

A giggle. 

“Yes.” 

This cheeky motherfucker ― 

You fled from the couch, anger along with curiosity and a kaleidoscope of feelings Tobi aroused in you propelling each step away. 

“(Y/n).”

You faced him. 

“... I’m sorry.” 

You were quiet. 

“Let me make it up to you.”

“Oh really?” You said. “How?”

He faced you now, tapping the blazed wood of his mask. “I’ll show you.” 

Your eyes flashed. 

“You’ve wanted to know what I look like since the beginning, right?” he said. “Come.”

And there it was again; the same voice, compelling you to anything ― anything. You came around, hands trembling, to sit beside him. 

He took your hands, guiding them to either side of his mask. 

You breath knifed. Your fingers cradled the spiraling lines of the mask’s edge. Slowly, you began to lift, the mystery of Tobi unwinding with each inch. 

Chin … lips … nose … eyes. 

Eyes. 

One eye flared scarlet, specks of blackness swimming in the optic. The other eye was purple and forever ringed, bedecked with perennial loops spinning into eternity. A part of his face was as spiraled as his mask, the result of some injury you could not place nor name. 

A  mystery within a mystery.

The mask plopped to the floor.

Tobi’s lips curled into a smirk. “I haven’t shown anyone my face sin ―”

Whatever Tobi was going to say died away as you flung yourself onto him, your lips locking with his. 

He pulled away for only a split second, surprised by your moxy, before pulling you into a second, deeper kiss. 

You crawled atop him. Tobi’s hands feasted on you, satiating themselves on your breasts to your hips, coming to squeeze at your thighs, scooting you up farther onto him. Your surprised whimper broke the kiss for only a second before Tobi retrieved you again with his mouth. 

You startled at cold fingers on your skin, before realizing Tobi's hands had gone beyond to fiddle with your bra. His lips peppered your chin. A thought came to you as you fluttered your eyes closed.

“Do you still have them?” 

Tobi raised to look up at you, cocked his head. 

“My …” You blushed red. “Underwear.” 

“ … Yes.” 

You glared but there was no bite to it. “Give them back.”

A dark chuckle. 

“Come and get them.” 

You crashed lips to his for the third time, flicking his lips to let you in. You pushed him into the couch as his hands toyed with the clasp of your bra. In agony, you broke the kiss just to fling your shirt away and dispose of your bra, revealing your tits to him. 

Tobi’s gaze was predatory as he raised to follow you but you pressed him down again, breasts crushing to his chest. You leaned into him, nether regions against his, feeling the hardness evident there. You grinded into him, earning a soft grunt in return.

“Nevermind,” Your breath warmed his earlobe. “I don’t think I’ll need them.” 

You peppered Tobi’s chin until you nibbled his lips, tongue coming to play with his. He hugged you to him as he flipped you. You let out a girlish squeal ― so strong ― before Tobi released the kiss, trailing down your neck, nibbling at the jut of your collarbone, his hands traveling south. 

“All I could think about,” Tobi’s words kissed your nipple, flicking it with his tongue, “since you put on that little show for me …” 

You mewled as his hand slithered into your panties, fingers introduced to your wet folds. 

You let your head swing back to avoid Tobi’s taunting glare, his smirk too evil to bear. 

“So very wet, Miss …” 

Two different voices mingled in Tobi’s laugh as he stroked your clit, his teeth grazing over your abused nipple. 

“Have you touched yourself since, Miss?” 

He bit you. 

“Aa ―ahh!” 

“Have you made yourself come since …?” 

 A long, tortured stroke at your clit. 

“Ahh!” You arched into him. “Yes!” 

Tobi grunted, shifting downward on you. He tugged your skirt down your thighs, pulling your panties along. He kneeled at the couch, robbing you of your clothes, and for a second you think he will knick another pair of panties from you when he flings your skirt and underwear away, widening your legs so he might be accepted between them. 

Fingers trailed up your one inner thigh as Tobi kissed up the other. He kissed his smirk into your mons pubis, dancing around your clit, always so close ― 

Before widening your lips and licking at your clit. 

“Tobi …!” 

Tobi’s thumb came to play with your clit as he licked, a soft hum as he savored the taste of you. Your clit became the victim of both his thumb and his tongue as he played with you. Your legs squeezed his head, mewling as his tongue lapped up what threatened to leak from your folds. 

“T ― Tobi …!” You barely managed to speak at all. “I want …”

Tobi stopped, looked up to you as you propped on an elbow. 

“I want …” You were too flustered to move much; you angled your foot past Tobi’s thigh, to his crotch. 

The side of Tobi’s lips quirked. He seemed to catch onto your meaning as he raised from the floor and gestured for you to stand. You did so. 

“No,” he said, laying down again. “Use my mouth.” 

Your eyes flashed wide. You walked toward him, his hands coming to guide you as you straddled him. Your eyes rolled back as you rested against Tobi’s face, his lips coming to kiss and suck at your labia. 

You moaned out as Tobi ate you, the rest of his body clear as day to you, still clothed but muscles pronounced against the black wrappings of his outfit. He sucked hard at your clit and you fell forward, steadying yourself against the hardness of his chest. Your eyes wandered to his bulge, his erection tempting your fingers. 

You reached forward, brain hazed by Tobi’s sucking and licking, lapping up all of your juices. You threatened to lose your balance again as he hummed against your labia, his hands coming to your waist to steady you on his own. You reached, grasped his cock through his trousers ― 

Tobi pulled you forward and you gasped at the sudden jerk. 

“No.” 

He went back to work on you, squeezing your thighs into his hands. You licked your lips, tempted even more by the imprint of his cock. 

You reached again, handled his erection ― 

Smack! 

Your ass stung from the force. You squealed as in a blink, Tobi had turned you around so your back was facing his body. You looked down, his mismatched eyes narrowing at you. 

You opened your mouth to fight ― before Tobi flicked his tongue against your clit, his nose pressing into you. You straddled the couch’s arm, leaning over him. You licked your lips, the sting against your skin still mingling deliciously with Tobi’s adventurous tongue. 

He missed nothing, his tongue expertly catching up any juices that flowed from you. You grasped the couch, hard. Oh, you’d be bone dry by the time he was done with you. 

Your stomach tightened. You leaned harder into Tobi’s mouth, surely suffocating him now, but it did nothing but spur him on as he forced you to him, focusing all of his attention on your abused clit. 

“Ah ―Aaaah!” You rocked into him. Your orgasm fell over you and into Tobi’s mouth, your juices watering his tongue as you convulsed above him. You lost yourself entirely in the throes of climax, yet it didn’t matter; Tobi’s grip held you in place as he drank from you, still wagging his tongue against your clit. 

You clenched again and again, burying a hand in the black of Tobi’s hair as your climax rode itself out. You relaxed against him, felt him emerge from underneath you. 

“Delicious, Miss …”

Your back fell against the couch as Tobi came to tower you. He kissed your forehead. He reached downward, zipping down his fly. His cock sprang free and a new thrum of pleasure sang through you, but not before Tobi grabbed you, switching places with you and placing you above him once more. Your pussy moistened his cock.

“Now,” he said. “Where were we?” 

Your movements were sloppy, disoriented as you lifted your hips, maneuvered Tobi’s cock at your entrance ― and shuddered a breath as you fell forward, feeling his cock disappear between your thighs. You pressed hands against the hardness of Tobi’s chest for purchase. Your eyes widened as the full extent of Tobi’s length sheathed into you. The position made your heart flutter. You were riding him. 

Tobi’s hands found your waist again as you moved ― a light gasp escaped your lips as you bounced, miniscule movements not nearly enough to unsteady Tobi.

“Ooh ~” Tobi sang. “Oh, miss~” 

His high voice followed by a deep laugh. Your hands traveled from his pectorals to his throat, squeezing hard as you rode him. You felt him intake a sharp breath, as though caught unawares. He gripped you harder, slammed you down on his cock, earning another gasp from you.

Skin slapped as you met Tobi while he met you. You were sure you would have Tobi’s hands imprinted on your waist forevermore as you bounced, circled your hips on him. You pressed thumbs into the dip of his throat, curled your lips at the strangled moan he gave seconds after.

Tobi’s hands traveled from your waist to the stinging skin of your ass, kneading hard at the flesh. His mismatched eyes flickered to your wild breasts, bouncing and swinging with your harsh pace. 

“So rough~” 

You bucked down onto him, the squeal he gave in return bordering on girlish ―

“Oh, miss, you’re so good ~”

A blink and you were underneath him, his weight forced on you. 

“If I had known you were like this the whole time, miss,” Tobi said, pausing to lick the plump of your lips, “I wouldn’t have waited so long.” 

And he thrust, hard, into you. Your lips parted to gasp, only to be filled with Tobi’s two fingers. You sucked on his dual digits as he pounded you, throwing a leg over his shoulder to open you wider to him. 

Your skin stung as he hit against you, slapped endlessly with each hard thrust. Your eyes roll as Tobi’s hand returned the favor, clasp over your throat. 

“No,” his deep voice commanded. “Look at me.” 

Mouth agape, you obeyed. Tobi’s hand rolled over your helpless clit. You arched into his hold, eyes fluttering on his wicked smile from above. You gasped as he tightened his hold on your throat ―so strong. He swiped your clit, swiping as his hips crash into yours ― again, again, again ― 

“To ―Tobi …!” 

“Such a tight little willing cunt,” Tobi growled. He sunk you into the couch with each powerful thrust, pulling out until the tip of his cock tickled your entrance, only to slam back into you with a bruising pace. “Just like I thought …” 

You mewled and whined underneath him, the force of his pounding overwhelming. You felt the tightness return to your stomach as Tobi praised your cunt for taking him so well, his fingers dancing over your clit. You choked out against his grip, resisting another eye-roll as it becomes too much ― 

Only for Tobi to pull out entirely, leaving you disturbingly barren. 

“No ―!” You gasped, your orgasm sinking beyond the horizon. Tobi’s hand left you and you raised ― only for him to twist you over. You tits jiggled and squeeze against the cushions as Tobi wrung your hands around, holding them at your back. 

You relented all control, eyes closing; does this mean he’s not stopping? 

You felt the heat of his cock against your skin, slipping through the plush slip of your ass, then ― 

Your pained squeal mingled with Tobi’s laughter as his cock slipped into your puckered ass. 

“Tobi …!”

He paid you no mind, gripped your hips, thrusting before you could adjust to his length. You bit into your tongue as he dragged your ass back to meet him. 

“Perfect …” 

You tried to bury yourself in the cushions ― only to be pulled back by Tobi’s grip on your hair. You arched, this time only to accommodate his hold on you. The thrusts shifted from painful to painfully pleasurable, and you moaned in his hold, rocking back into his hands.

“Good,” Tobi said. “Don’t pretend like you don’t like it, miss.” 

You could feel the plush of your ass bouncing against his abdomen, the tightness coming back but of a different kind. You clenched your ass involuntarily, choked as Tobi’s weight came over your back, his hand shadowing your cunt, palming your clit. 

“You wanna come?” he breathed in your ear. “Want your patient to make you cum?” 

You balance against the couch’s arm with a loud moan, Tobi’s hold on your hair flipping your head back.

“Yes! Gods, Tobi, please ―!” 

Your hands fist over the loose cushions as Tobi pounded you with all his force. He released your hair as you came with a scream, your head falling into the couch. Your orgasm speared you along with his cock, and yet he kept on, thrusting hard into you. 

“Yes …!” Tobi hissed. 

It had felt as though you had been fucked forever when he finally pulled out. You twisted your head to see him leave the couch, but there was no need; Tobi lifted your head, his grip strong enough to make you abandon the couch and land on your knees in front of him. 

A sinful thrum of pleasure fluttered your pussy as you knew what was to come. Tobi fisted his cock above your face. You closed your eyes. 

With a deep groan, his cum painted your skin ― your lips, your chin, the upper plains of your chest. You licked up some of the heated coating that frosted your lips. 

Once finished, Tobi still stood above you, head hung back, completely clothed, and it occurred to you that the two of you were at the moment opposites in every way. You occupied yourself, devouring the bitterness of his seed as he settled into post-coital bliss. 

It was you who raised to meet him, wrapping arms around his waist, head tilted to see him. 

“Come back,” You said. “Just one more time.” 

Tobi tilted his head at you, inquisitive but quiet. He seemed more human to you now, but no less a mystery. 

“You’ve seen too much.”

“I won’t tell a soul,” You said, tightening your grip. Who would you tell? Who cared? “I promise. I just … want you.” 

Let me come with you. Whatever it was Tobi did, whether it was underground, corrupt, illegal, you didn’t care. You wanted whatever this was to last, you wanted to know Tobi, intimately, forever. You wanted to be the help he needed, his partner, his … 

Tobi’s hand came to cup your head, a gesture that came with pain due to the many grips on your scalp, but his hold was gentle. 

“I want to help you …” You said. “You know I can; in more ways than one, if you want …” 

Tobi's mismatched gaze roamed to the floor. He considered what you were saying. Then, he smiled. 

It saw it come before it came. Would he kill you? Or …? 

“You remind me so much of her,” Tobi said. “She would’ve wanted to help me, too …”

You choose not to delay your demise, whatever shape it came in. You brought a hand up to his cheek, turning his gaze back to you ―

You admired the purple of his eye, the scarlet of the other ― 

Blackness. 

-----------------------------------

You had gone completely limp in his hold. He held at the small of your back, your body arched against him as though dipped in a dance. 

“Sorry, Miss …” Tobi said, his lighter voice alleviating the tension he felt in his chest. “But this is what you’re good at. Tobi can’t take you away.”

He settled you on the couch, retrieved the folded blanket that was lingering on its back and sheltered your naked body with it. 

“You can’t ever know Tobi, and you won’t remember him, either,” Tobi said. “Tobi thinks it’s better this way. Because, in the end … You can’t ever know Tobi. We’re all just playing parts.”

He saw an older Rin in your sleeping face, saw you as your lips parted and snuggled into the interior of the couch. 

“This was good for Tobi, though,” Tobi said as he approached the door. “Tobi … enjoyed talking about his feelings.” 

Tobi took one more lingering look at you, before readjusting the mask he wore at all times and left the door, locking it behind him.

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[bysaber]

can’t stop thinking about how obito is a lover boy by heart but also a lunatic. he fell for you when you were still young and nothing was ever that serious but he never lets go, he can’t let go. even if destiny has different plans for the both of you, he will defy it and force himself back into your life because he knows that’s where he belongs – beside you, the only one he loves.

I just see him going out of his way for you, to make you realize you need him as bad as he needs you. you’re the reason why he breathes. you’re his whole life. he gotta marry you, keep you, build a life with you.

he will make sure you understand that.

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[kimjun]

Original

Summary: Who is the Uchiha who strikes fear into the shinobis?

....

The commotion in the halls of the hokage building caught the attention of the three shinobis who were walking to the hokage's office. Naruto was the first through the office doors, there were shouts of command and the room had an anbu team. The mood was strange.

- What happened? - Sakura asked, Kakashi just sighed.

-Let's go to the village gates, we need everyone there. - Kakashi then left together with the anbu.

-What's going on? - Naruto looked at Sakura and Sasuke before the three of them ran to the gates.

The village had been evacuated, all the shinobi were put in their proper places. Team seven was ready for battle even if they didn't know what it was about yet.

-Why all this? - Sasuke asks.

-Yn't you come back? - Kakashi says, Sakura and Naruto look at each other confused.

-Who is Yn?

-One of the original Uchihas, she's a legend. - Sasuke replies.

-From the first generation of the Uchihas. - Kakashi continues.

-Like Madara? We defeated him, with yn we will also succeed. - Naruto says smiling. - It will be easy.

-No, Madara is a sweetie compared to yn... Madara is just an ordinary shinobi... Yn is the great one.... Almost a goddess. - Kakashi says.

The ground shakes, and then an explosion shines in the sky, a purple smoke glows and then a strong light hits the ground, slowly you come out from the middle of the smoke, everyone is looking at you, their nervousness is visible. You laugh crossing your arms, you are only one step away from entering the village.

-From the look of terror on your faces, my mother's reputation is still strong. - you laugh. - That's very good, after all, I found out that my father was killed, and I went through the stages of grief... And now I've come to avenge my father.

-We're dead. - Kakashi whispers.

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