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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@n-naaginata *coughs* the essay
(New fic!)
Last Sentence Meme
Actually last “few paragraphs” meme because I’m the rebel trash king don’t look at me. For all those wondering why I needed sexy Izuna headcanons
Tagged by @blackkatmagic
The attack has adrenaline and chakra racing through Izuna’s system, a knife-hand strike shot out with killer precision that is absolutely worthless in the face of Obito’s speed. His back hits the wood before he even registers who’s pinned him, thoroughly trapped with one arm caught in an iron grip, the other slammed to the wall above his head by the wrist, and a warm body pressed to his none-too-gently.
Then Izuna registers the dark heat charged between them, the harsh breath in each other’s faces at the minute struggle, and the way Obito is in his space and the promise of violence and danger has yet to entirely fade from the air.
“If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead.” Obito says, dry and quiet.
It’s only a hold, no weapons drawn, but the entire confrontation puts him vividly in mind of a kunai pressed tight to his neck, blood beading up with his ragged breathing. The low tone and the threat of it feels like cold steel and no escape.
Izuna has never been harder in his life.
I’m going to tag @fangirlandiknowit101 and @lullabyknell and off the top of my head. But if you see this and wanna do it feel free to say you’re tagged by me!!!
The other day I saw an ask talking about Obito/Izuna and so I went ahead and read that one goddamn fic this ship has. I don't know whether to curse you or to thank you because I ship it so hard now. This is (shipping) hell on Earth.
;)
“You’re not going to destroy thevillage with Mokuton or something, are you?” Izuna asks, but Obito can feel theway his cock twitches at the thought and has to laugh. Gods, that’s a familiarfeeling, even if this is his first time looking at it from the other side—heused to react to Kakashi like that, when they were teenagers. Power might aswell be an aphrodisiac, to the Uchiha.
“I don’t know,” he answers,letting his head fall back, his muscles relax. It’s as much of an invitation ashe can show, pinned down like this. “Do you think you’re good enough to makeme?”
“Fuck,” Izuna says, almost a prayer. “I’m definitely going to try.”
His expression is enough to makeObito laugh, but Izuna steals the sound from Obito’s mouth, topples forward tobrace his elbows on either side of Obito’s head as he kisses him, deep andthorough and slow. Obito wraps his arms around Izuna’s shoulders, gets hishands in that satiny hair and pulls, and Izuna rolls his hips up into him,drags soft silk over Obito’s hardening cock and makes him jerk.
“Why are you still wearing clothes,” Obito demands, rhetorical and frustrated, and shoves atthe ties on Izuna’s robes, works at the knots with fingers that aren’t nearlyas steady as they should be. He can kill a man without his hands shaking, butgods forbid he try to undress one.
Izuna’s grin is clear,breath-warm against his cheek as he drags his lips over the curve of Obito’sscars. “So that you can get them off of me, obviously.”
Obito rolls his eyes, but theway he’s shoving Izuna’s robes from his shoulders with clear desperation giveslie to the annoyance he’s trying to hide behind. Izuna shrugs out of them,quick and graceful, and Obito has no idea why he’s here, why he’s in Obito’s bed when practically anyone in thevillage would trip over themselves just to have his attention, but he’s hardlyabout to argue.
“Come on, come on,” he huffs as Izuna shoves hispants and underwear down. The instant the other man is free of strangling clothObito drags him back, lets them collide as Izuna takes his mouth again, licksinside to tangle their tongues as he hitches Obito’s hips up, spreads his legsand shoves between them. He pulls Obito up onto his thighs, slides his kneesbeneath him and leans forward like he’s going to fold him in half.
I just wanted to say that I appreciate all the sexy Izuna headcanons and you guys are the best. Since he’s under truth serum right now I enjoy having all the things he will admit
Feel free to keep them coming and since they’re anonymous for the most part anyway, feel free to include some x-rated stuff?
I don’t know if ya’ll know but he’s totally going to blow Obito’s mind halfway through a blow job talking about how he wants to rub his dick on Obito’s facial scars.... and here Obito had been worried they were off putting “Oh my god I can’t believe I said that please shut me up”
and Obito snorting and looking at him through bullshit-long lashes like “But I thought you weren’t going to shut up because these things are true”
And Izuna’s head will thunk back onto the bed/wall because he did say that, yes, and also Obito is a huge bastard whose laughter fans out over his cock in ways that make him want to shake
Point de vue extérieure :
Izuna et obito uchiha marié depuis 5 belle années maintenant. Leur vie été belle de toute évidence, ils ne se plaignaient pas et ne l'étaler pas. Leur vie sexuel été également très épanouis comme on pouvait s'y attendre de deux jeunes hommes dans la fleurs de l'âge.
Ce n'était pas une surprise qu'ils étaient encore au lit. C'était leur journée de congé en commun ce qui ce résuma à du sexuel tout la journée. Que ce sois dans la chambre, le salon, la cuisine tout les pièces y passé.
Il était seule 21h00 passé quand ils se retrouva dans leur chambre. Pas dans le lit, ni même sur l'un de leur meuble mais bien dans leur salle de bain. Putain ce que c'était le pied d'avoir une salle de bain dans leur chambre. Pas de personnes qui puissent les embêter quand ils ont des invités ou de la famille. Ils pouvaient profiter de l'eau chaude jusqu'il y a pas d'heure. Et ne pas être discret du tout.
Izuna été contre la paroi humide de leur douche. Profitant de la fraîcheur du carlage froid contre celle-ci. La douche italienne été leur meilleure choix jusqu'à aujourd'hui ! Seul un rideaux pouvait caché les deux corps nue qu'il allait bientôt ne faire plus qu'un.
L'uchiha plus petit gémis en sentant le plus grand lui faire des morsures sur ses épaules. Il n'a pas épargné sa nuque rejoignant les nombreux suçons qu'il lui avait fais plutôt dans la journée. Izuna n'était pas forcément le soumis du couple mais il aimé ce faire prendre sous la douche. Le plus petit été donc celui qui commencé le débats sous la douche incitant ainsi obito à participer.
Deux doigts déjà dans son intimité faisait déjà de petite taquineries à Izuna. Qui n'en avait pas vraiment besoin encore bien étiré de leur précédent débats. Obito ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de jouer avec l'autre lui procurent tout de même du plaisir.
Obito enleva ses doigts savent qu'il n'avait pas besoin de faire une préparation aussi minutieuse que leur de leur premier débat. Il avait eu le temps ce matin pour cela. Il taquinait l'uchiha plus petit en prenant son sexe faissant des petites pression.
Sous le soupirer désespéré de l'autre qu'obito ce décide enfin à rentrer. Il eu pitié arrêtant ses taquineries en gloussant il rentra dans l'intimité d'izuna d'un seul coup. Le savon pouvait être sentis dans l'aire de la pièce la buer ce transformant en petite goutelette sur leur mur.
Obito donna plusieurs coup butoir écoutant les gémissement de son mari qui le supplier d'aller plus vite. Obito n'ennuya plus l'autre et lui donna ce qu'il voulait. Obito grogner des gémissement. Izuna avait du mal à rester contre le mur, ses jambes tremblait obito le soutiens. Poussant et sortant de plus en plus fort. Izuna finit par venir faisant dégagé dans la pièce une agréable odeur de sexe et de savon à la fraise.
Obito finit par venir à son tour en un râle de plaisir. Obito se retira et aida Izuna à ce lavé et s'essuier. Après cela ils ont été au lit fière d'avoir été si productif pendant leur jour de congé.
Fin.
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New update! Actually gonna start posting these on tumblr lol
Gangsta Tobi?!
“Why didn’t you buy that jacket? It looked good.” Izuna kept nagging.
“Because I didn’t like it, it looked horrible.” I said, walking out of the shop.
“You looked cute in it.” He argued.
“Well, I was not going to wear it, and certainly not comfortable wearing it.” I said.
“What because it looked like you were doing bondage-“
“-Exactly.” I interrupted Izuna.
“But Sassuuu~, everyone can tell you are a virgin, nobody who would think that.”
“Izuna stop, do you have to talk so loud?” I turned around to see him a few meters away from me.
“You are always being awkward, no wonder Itachi-nii gave up on you.” Izuna said.
“Nice going…Wanna put some salt on my burn wound? No, let me take the salt and pour it on my burn wound first before putting it in your food.” I hissed.
“Just saying…everyone turns their face when you come down stairs dressed like…. A fat person going to the gym for the first time.”
“I can’t believe you guys. Since when did you guys form the fashion police?” I said.
“Well if you wear three times your size, it does look ugly.”
“You can be my pretty boy.” I turned my head to the other side of the street, seeing a few people stand there. The guy who just called out smirked as the people around him laughed. This is one of the stupid things about being ugly, people pretending to be interested in you just to make other people laugh.
“No.” I responded.
“Tch …What about you, cutie. You got some fine parts.” He winked, looking at Izuna from top to bottom.
“Not even in your dreams.” Izuna responded.
“Rejected!” The other guy shouted.
“Maybe amma not being clear to you. That fine ass right there you go-“
“If you keep staring at my brother’s butt I will personally see that yours will be cut of and fed to you.” I said as I narrowed my eyes.
The guy looked slightly threated at first, before laughing mockingly.
“Let’s go.” Izuna said as he grabbed my arm.
“Yeah run away, but you the one with the ponytail. Amma gonna find you..Gonna make you taste some of what you gotta miss-“
“DON’T FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY BROTHER LIKE THAT!” I snapped as I pulled my arm away from Izuna.
“You guys seeing that little guy wanting to fight mah?” He said, looking at his friends.
“Sasuke, let’s go-“ Izuna pulled my arm, but I just pulled it back. I wanted to kick him, make him bleed…Make him suffer.
“Come here, when you are on the ground crying amma gonna show you some big-“ My eyes suddenly widened in confusion. His head hit the wall and a foot was covering his face. It took my brain a second to progress…All of it.
“What is going on here, are you disturbing Nick?” He asked as he removed his foot. The guy fell on the street.
“White hair…red scars…That must be-“
“TOBIRAMA!!” Another guy screamed. “W-we didn’t ..Mean…To be trouble!”
“Ah, really…Why is there blood under my shoe then??” Tobirama asked. His hands were just in his pocket. Like there was no care in the world.
“…There isn’t any blood under your shoe-“ Tobirama kicked the dude who just sexually harassed Izuna in the face.
“You blind?” He asked as he wiped his shoe on the street. “Get your moterfucking asses away from my sight.” He turned around…He wasn’t even afraid of them attacking him from behind? He walked towards us. Wrapping an arm around Izuna and me.
“So what brings you two here. Shopping?” Tobirama pretended that nothing had happened as he just dragged us with him. He smelled kinda nice.
“How did you know those people? No how come they know you?” I asked as I looked at him.
“Nick, let me give you some street fighting advice. Don’t take on people you clearly can’t take. He was like twice your size…Not sure if he was twice your weight though.”
“I could take him.” I said.
“Sure you can, Nick.”
“MY NAME IS NOT NICK!” I hissed and got away from under his arm. “It is Sasuke…” I muttered.
“What a coincidence, thank you.” Izuna said with a smile.
“Hn…Not a big deal.” He pushed it off him…But I saw a grin on his face. “I happened to know these punks….Used to be involved in a lot of street stuff.” He said.
“…Yeah…Cool story bruh.” I muttered.
“What do you mean, Tobira?” Izuna asked with big wondering eyes.
“Who cares, I used to beat people like that all the time when I was a brat…Much like Nick..Only I was taller…Like..This tall.” He smirked as He put his hand 10 centimetres above my head.
“Bullshit…” I muttered as I walked slightly behind them.