Summary: Your ex tries to break into your house and instead of your brother picking up his phone, a criminal comes to your rescue. The only problem? He take you home with him.
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A/N: Happy Halloween Ladies!
In the world of the supernatural, your brother was the best. He’s better than any other man on the police force. His mind is able to pick up on subtle details that lead to case breakthroughs, his silver hair streaks by as he chases down criminals, and his hands command magic so well that it crackles in his hands. So when your ex tries to break in, he is the first man you call.
However, the phone goes to voicemail three times. So now, you’ve started texting him, letting him know you need him now.
He’s cornered. After 3 years of hunting, Kakashi finally has this man cornered. “You can’t hide anymore Obito.” he calls through the warehouse. Kakashi still hasn’t been able to track down his old friend’s criminal base, but once he learned who his competition is, it was easy enough to ambush him during a heist. That’s when it happens. Kakashi’s phone begins to ring. He sees it’s his sister and smiles, but sends it to voicemail. You’re the light of his life. He loves you and spoils you like you’re still a kid, even though you’re a woman of 24. But you call a second time. He sends it to voicemail again because he needs to focus. Years of detective work went into this arrest. Obito, a friend from high school, is one of the trickiest criminals in the supernatural world. Normal cops can’t handle him. Hell, even the Anbu can barely take him on.
“Now’s not the time” he hums to his phone as you proceed to call yet again. But then you switch tactics. The annoying little sister you are, you send short messages, one after another.
HELP
Need you
NOW
Please 🥺
“You gonna answer that?” Obito taunts from behind the cargo he’s using as a shield.
“It’s nothing.” Kakashi lies. “Come out with your hands up, Obito.”
“It’s Tobi now.” his gruff voice responds “Plus it sounds like you’re busy. Don’t you think you better get that?”
Fucking hell. You keep messaging, so it seems important. Then you call one more time and he caves, lowering his weapon; his eyes remain glued to the corner he knows Obito is hiding behind. “Now’s not a good time, sis.”
“Kakashi! Thank gods! I need you to come here, now.”
“I can’t, I’m in the middle of an arrest.”
“Please, he’s breaking in.”
“Who-” but no sooner has the word left his lips than his cell is swiped from his hand.
“Who’s breaking in, Princess?” The voice that responds is deeper, much deeper than your brother.
“Who are you?”
“Answer the question.”
“My- my ex.”
“I’m on my way.”
“What-” but the call hangs up.
“HEY!” Kakashi’s voice rings out in anger, realizing Obito used his teleportation jutsu to lift his phone out of his hand mid-call. His ears tinge red, a murderous feeling growing in his chest. Obito heads for the door, and Kakashi calls after him, “There’s nowhere to run! This building is surrounded.”
“If she needs me, nothing will stop me from getting to her.”
Suddenly a horrifying truth knocks Kakashi off his feet. Obito’s in love with you. The criminal he’s been chasing for years, wants to be with you. Like hell.
“Stop!”
But Obito’s short-range teleportation takes him to his bike. The engine revs loudly as the tires spin out. The sound of bullet clips emptying on the street signals the desperate panic to incapacitate the criminal lord of the Akatsuki. But instead, Obito uses his teleportation to skip the bike ahead a quarter mile at a time, drastically cutting down on his ETA to your home.
Every supernatural’s magic is different. It takes the form of different natures and different abilities. Sometimes magic can be honed into different jutsus, sometimes it comes with innate gifts such as Obito’s teleportation. If he’s been to places before, he can usually teleport longer distances, but he’s never been to your new apartment. He just knows of it from the intermittent surveillance he’s placed on you.
While his criminal enterprise began in the name of his deceased girlfriend, Obito accidentally formed an attachment to you while digging up dirt on the cop who’s been trying to take him down. He grunts at the name. Fucking Kakashi. Brilliant, talented, popular Kakashi. The name brings up old wounds of being an underdog back in grade school, but not anymore. Tobi has become one of the most powerful supernaturals to ever exist. He’ll never let himself feel like second-tier to Kakashi ever again.
But then there’s you. He had originally intended to abduct you as leverage should Kakshi’s men get too close. But then he backed off that plan as he saw how happy you were living your life like a civilian. You were never meant for hostage exchanges or a criminal life. But now that you need him, he can’t watch from the window anymore. He must step up.
He checks Kakashi’s phone, headed towards your pin, following the location listed on the screen.
“I’m coming, princess.”
The engine revs louder, and he amps up the throttle, pushing his bike to the limit. Once he arrives, his tires screech to a halt. From outside the duplex, he’s looking for the man threatening your safety. When he sees the window smashed through, his stomach drops. Shit, he’s in the house. Without even removing his helmet, he struts up to the door and pulls out Kakashi’s phone again.
Hide for me. I’m coming in.
He sends the message before teleporting to the other side of your door. His boots crunch on glass. In the distance, there’s the sound of the house being turned inside out. When his footfalls head towards that sound, it suddenly stops. He strides up the stairs to your bedroom, where most of the ransacking is taking place.
When he stops in your doorframe he sees your ex. A man, whose body is clearly built with useless decorative muscle, turns, his knife, pointed towards Tobi.
“What, she couldn’t get her cop brother here, so she calls some rando?” Then some degree of madness clicks behind his eyes. “You’re fucking her, aren’t you? That bitch! Of course, she’s whoring around! That’s why she wanted to break up! It all makes sense.”
“Watch your mouth if you wish to live.” His words come out as a low growl
“Ha! What’re you gonna do?”
Clearly, this man knew nothing of the supernatural world his ex lives in. “Tsykiyomi!” Tobi’s eyes glow red as the command comes from his mouth. Now the gym bro that had been trashing your room is on the floor, screaming, while Tobi leaves to search the rest of the house for you.
“Kitten, come out. It’s safe.”
But you know better. It’s not safe. He’s torturing that man. You’re not entirely sure how, but this criminal, the one on the phone, he’s doing something horrible. And even though he’s saving you now, there’s no guarantee that you’re actually safe.
Knowing what’s good for you, you stay hidden in the guest room, deep in the closet.
“Darling, I don’t like to be kept waiting.” His voice rumbles through walls while the wails of your ex pierce their way through.
He waits for your response, but when none comes he says “Fine, I guess I’ll have to find you myself.”
Fuck! What do you do?! Where’s your brother? Not with his phone, that’s where. Your eyes pinch shut in terror as you hear bootfalls enter the guest bedroom of your rental house. Your breathing quickens to the point of hyperventilation. That’s when you hear a chuckle. He heads straight for the closet and opens the door. “There you are, Princess. You’re quite terrible at hiding, you know that?”
You feel faint from horror. He squats down, seeing you tremble on the floor and strokes your cheek with his knuckle.
“Sweet little kitten. Go pack a bag, now.”
“What?!”
“Pack. Now.”
You don’t want to do it, but there’s something about his gravely tone that leaves no room for argument. You haven't even seen this man’s face. His identity is masked behind his biker helmet. You scramble to your room, where you find your boyfriend writhing on the ground. It’s unsettling to watch him foam at the mouth while trapped in some type of genjutsu. You’ve never been particularly talented at the supernatural like your brother, but you’re pretty good at protective jutsus. Your ex was just good at catching you by surprise.
Now you’re tiptoeing around him while you throw clothing and toiletries in a duffel.
“You’ll be staying at my place till the situation with this” he lightly kicks your ex, “is resolved. I’m not leaving you alone to fend for yourself.”
“I’m fine. I could just stay with my brother.”
“Absolutely not. Your brother’s never home.”
“And how would you know?”
“Cause I’m the man he’s been hunting.”
You freeze, remembering all Kakashi’s frustrated calls and late nights. “You- you- you’re-”
“The name’s Tobi. Nice to meet you, Princess.”
“That’s not my name you know.”
“I know, I just like it better. It fits you.”
You purse your lips together and he just laughs.
“Come. I need to leave before the authorities come.”
“I don’t want to go with you.”
“Too bad.”
Tobi releases the tsukiyomi on your ex and simply knocks him out with a different genjutsu. “You’re an exceptionally evil man, aren’t you?”
“I’m only evil when it comes to love. And sorry, darling, you’re the one I want.”
Your eyes widen in fear just as sirens illuminate the horizon. “Time to go.” He chucks you over his shoulder while grabbing your duffel with the other. “What, hey!” He teleports downstairs and pulls your duffle over his head so the strap sits across his chest. “Sit backpack.”
“I’m NOT getting on that thing.”
“It’s not a big deal. You’ll be on it for 5 minutes max.”
“No”
“Heaven's woman.” He slips into your mind and forces you to straddle the bike, resting your thighs against Tobi’s hips and outer legs. Heavens, you’re soft. He tries hard to focus, but knowing he’s between your legs is causing a bit of a distraction. He groans before driving forward into his own portal.
He teleports to the other side of the city. Familiar territory means longer range. Through your panic and the genjutsu placed on you, you still note how warm your kidnapper is. His heat is like a fire against your skin as you grab around his firm torso, gripping his muscles like your life depends on it. Which, in a way, is true.
He teleports two more times till he reaches an abandoned factory. There’s a small garage to the side of it, where he parks his bike, and then he releases the genjutsu. He removes your helmet but not his own to reveal your livid face.
“You crazy animal! You can’t just control me like that!!”
“I can and I will when I have to.” He growls. “If you hadn’t been difficult then I wouldn’t have had to do that and you wouldn’t be yelling at me..”
You look at him with fury.
“Now,” he continues, “our destination is in the back of this factory. Care to come willingly or will I need to coax you again?”
You scoff, “coaxing and manipulating are very different.”
“Not in my book but I see you’ve already given your answer.”
Tobi leans down and grabs you around the thighs, hoisting your body back over his shoulder. “The fuck is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You twist and kick, however, just like on the back of the bike, you feel his strength beneath his clothes. Then there’s his heat radiating off of him, the comfort weakening your efforts.
“Cursing is not very ladylike.” he teases
“Neither is having my ass in the air, but here we are.”
Tobi walks through the adjoining factory all the way to the back. At the end of the building is a door, but strangely, Tobi doesn’t use the door, rather, he presses on the wall next to it. Then, as if with some kind of magic, he’s able to step through.
He walks through and downstairs to some kind of sublevel. Part of you is really starting to regret kinda sorta trusting this man. As he lumbers down, deeper into the earth, your body rigidly sways.
Oh I’m sooo toast. This is where he takes you to chop you up into pieces. You should’ve just tried to hit your ex with a bat. Why did you ask for help and why did you accept it. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
There’s a light behind a curtain at the bottom of the long staircase, and when it approaches, you hear the sound of videogames? That can’t be right.
Sure enough, once Tobi carries you past the curtain, there’s a blonde boy with his hair pulled half up, sitting with a redhead sporting a much shorter haircut. They both look rather pretty for guys, but when they turn to look at you, you quickly look away, trying to hide the fact that you were just staring.
“Hey boss” the blonde says
“What’s with the girl?” the other asks
“I needed leverage.”
“Wait, boss, isn’t she that cop’s sister?”
“Woah, she is!”
Tobi can feel your abdomen tense against his shoulder. “Don’t mind what I’m doing, go back to playing your game before Sasori blows you up.”
The blonde one looks back at the TV and notices that the one called Sasori has taken advantage of the distraction to launch an attack.
“Hey!”
“Suck it loser!”
Tobi ignores them and continues to stride through what seems to be an underground hideout with his helmet still in place. You wonder if he’ll ever take it off or if he’ll only do so after he’s dismembered you. Panic tenses your muscles again to which Tobi jostles you. “Relax, kitten. I’m not gonna hurt you… much.”
You whimper in fear to which he darkly laughs. You’re definitely going to die here.
He walks to what seems to be the other side of the bunker. It makes sense that the torture chamber would be at the furthest end. The longer the distance, the harder the escape.
Once Tobi reaches for the handle, he pushes open the door to a bedroom? He passes through the space and over to a smaller connecting room, where he drops you to the floor. Your knees give out as soon as your feet hit the ground. Instinctively, your hands reach for him, your fingers ripping his shirt while your face accidentally brushes against the crotch of his jeans.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to.” You say, pulling your feet under you and stumbling backwards. Quick as lightning he pulls out handcuffs and closes one around your wrist.
“No!” you squeal, yanking your arm back. However, before you can make out a full sentence, both your arms are hoisted above your head and embraced in metal. In a panic, you try to pull your arms back down, only to realize they’re caught on a hook dangling from the ceiling. Here it begins. Your throat bobs as you swallow your nerves.
“I’m so sorry,” you begin to weep, “I didn’t mean to tear your shirt. I’ll get you a new one! I promise. Just please let me go.”
Your body starts to tremor with fear as your eyes drop to survey the damage you caused. His black shirt is in tatters, but beneath it is taught muscle poking through heavily scarred skin. You start shaking harder. What kind of criminal activity does he do that gave him such heavy scarring on half of his chest?
He comes in close, touching your sides and giving your ribs a short squeeze before he backs up. He stares at you through the tinted visor, his expression indecipherable.
“Princess, relax please.”
“C-could you take off your helmet? You’re scaring me.”
“I worry I’ll scare you more if I do.”
“You’re worried about scaring me? Then why restrain me?”
“Yes, I am and cause I need you still. Now, I’m going to inspect you. I need to verify you don’t have any recording devices or trackers on you.”
A visible chill wracks your body.
“I’ll be gentle.”
He walks out of the room and comes back with a metal detection wand. He kneels at your feet, first taking off your shoes and socks with a strange reverence. He checks them with the wand, taking extra care to inspect the soles. Then he grabs your feet, massaging them, looking for a possible implant. You reflexively kick out at him when he accidentally tickles you.
“Sorry” you say again, wincing as you realize your apologizing to a kidnapper.
Then Tobi removes your pants.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait! What are you doing?!”
“Checking you, as I said.”
“So you’re stripping me naked?!”
“Sorry, kitten. Rules are rules. I’d say I don’t make them up, but actually, that wouldn't be the truth.”
“Oh, so you’re an honest man, now.” you start to roll your eyes but then immediately lock up when he starts to peel down your leggings, revealing your orange thong.
“Nice underwear. I like the color.”
You shiver in response.
Tobi discards your pants to the corner while his hands massage your calves and thighs, searching again for some type of subdermal tracker. While it feels devilishly good, his fingers creep too close to your inner thigh, and you suck in air.
“I’m going to check your glutes now.”
“I don’t have a tracker on me!!”
“Most people who don’t know they have a tracker on them, tend to have it in the fleshier parts of their body. It’s so they notice it less when they’re injected”
“My brother would never!”
“Your brother’s a cop.”
He reaches behind you and kneads your flesh, making you moan ever so slightly. Behind Tobi’s visor, he smirks to himself. His hands then slide up your sides, his wrists catching on the hem of your shirt and lifting it as he feels up your body. He continues to lift your shirt up over your head and catches it on the hook holding your handcuffs in place. He scans your skin, checking your collar, your shoulders, your back, and your neck. At one point, you start to spin as you dangle in your cuffs, causing Tobi to prop his knee between your legs so his hands can remain free to feel every inch of your skin.
Your breath comes in short pants when you feel the friction.
“Hmm, you like that?” he goads
Your face flushes with embarrassment. “No.”
“That’s not what it sounded like to me.”
“Shut up and just finish already.”
“I’m very sorry, dear princess, but I also need to check the underwiring of your bra.” He unclasps it from the back so he can pull it forward. You guess the metal detector doesn’t really work on it since the underwire is made of metal. However, the way your nipples stiffen as the cool air brushes over them while Tobi pulls your bra away from your chest has you squirming on his knee. “Hold still, I’m almost done.”
He doesn’t miss the subtle way you grind on him while he stands so close to you. Something about his touch and his proximity builds an unexplainable desire. You’re ashamed of this revelation. Then just as easily as he unhooked your bra, he puts it back, clasping it behind you as it was before he touched it.
He stands to his full height when he finishes, allowing you to breathe easier.
“Okay, Princess, for this last part I have to do a cavity search.”
“A WHAT?!”
“To ensure you didn’t smuggle anything in.”
“You saw me pack! No! I’m not doing this.” You jerk at your restraints and fuck that hurts.
“Now there’s two ways I can do this. I can place my finger directly in your rectum.”
You twist aggressively, trying to unhook the handcuffs. “Or I can do it vaginally and feel your rectum transvaginally. Whichever one you’re more comfortable with.”
“Oh, whichever one I’m more comfortable with! What a gentleman?!! You’re not sticking your fingers anywhere buddy!”
Tobi starts to roar with laughter. He doubles over, clutching his sides against his torn shirt. Your face turns fuchsia with indignation.
“This isn’t funny!”
Tobi removes his helmet and places it in the crook of his arm, wiping his eyes with one hand and carrying his helmet with the other. Apparently, he’s tickled to tears. The fucking audacity. He walks away towards his bedroom and you see him place it on his dresser before pulling his ruined shirt over his head and tossing it in a trash bin. He strides back into your torture closet with a pair of black latex gloves on his hands and a hungry expression behind the most mesmerizing scarlet eyes you’ve ever seen.
Your breath catches in your throat. Effortlessly, you feel yourself fall into those blood red irises lined with three marks that look like commas, floating around the outside of his pupil. His eyes almost seem to carry a life of their own, dancing as you get lost in their depths. But with the snap of a glove, your eyes blink back to reality, and you suddenly see why he was worried about scaring you with his face. Yes, it’s heavily scarred on one side, just like his chest, but his features are still pleasing. Strong jaw, straight nose, majestic eyes, and a mop of shaggy midnight hair that sticks up from all angles. It’s in that moment you realize that even though his rugged, battle-torn body is intimidating, it’s doing something unforgivable between your legs… right where he’s about to stick his fingers.
“Sorry, I know I’m ugly.”
“No, you’re not.” you blurt out. The fuck is wrong with me?! Why did I just say that?
“Oh? You think I’m pretty?”
“Yes.” the word slips out without permission. Seriously! What is wrong with me?!
His lip pulls up on one side and it’s a good thing you’re dangling from the ceiling because your knees go weak. He returns to his knees, his face level with your now lubricated core. For fuck’s sake…
“I’m going to touch you, now.”
“K” you whisper, suddenly feeling much more compliant.
His hand starts at your pubic bone and travels south towards the apex of your sex before sliding over your clit and along your seam before pushing in. You gasp at the intrusion, his fingers sliding in with ease thanks to a little white fluid that has started to secrete from your folds. His other hand holds flat against your tailbone while the fingers inside of you feel towards the back, running up and down against the wall shared with your rectum. The pressure feels sinfully good even though a distant part of your mind is trying to remind you that you’re a captive.
“Clear.” he says as his fingers retreat. And for some ungodly reason a whimper slips out of you as his hand falls away from your core.
Tobi’s eyes snap up to yours, that earlier hunger now consuming his entire face. “I- I- I-” you stammer out looking for words. Any words. What are words?
“Fuck.” Oh I know that word. Greaaat.
“Did I hear that correctly? Does my kitty wanna fuck?”
“No! No, I didn’t-” but you bite back the rest of the sentence as your teeth sink into your lower lip. Tobi’s own lips press soft kisses against the skin of your thighs. His flesh brushes against your flesh, his breath trailing towards your center.
“Is this where you want me?” He asks, his eyes glinting as he looks up.
You nod your head once.
He opens his mouth and closes it around your clit, his tongue brushing against it languidly. You pull away from him, but that doesn’t stop the man. He just grabs you, one leg at a time, and throws them over each of his shoulders so you are sitting astride him.
Noises of contentment hum from between your thighs as Tobi’s tongue lashes against your lower lips, pointing the muscle and diving in.
A full, whorish moan falls out of your mouth, and you hear him groan at the noise, spurred on in his feast while you start to grind against his face. Not caring if he’s uncomfortable, your hips push against his mouth, chasing more of him. It feels too good to care and too good to stop. You must have been drugged at some point, cause there’s no way you’re letting this happen, right? Or have the events from tonight completely addled your brain to the point you can no longer think coherently?
Your movements get more desperate as you feel the pressure build. You want to move your hand to his hair, but these damn cuffs restrain you in a painful way. You swear your arms have fallen asleep from the extended time you’ve been tethered here, but it doesn’t matter when every fiber between your legs is more alive than it’s ever been. Who knew criminals could eat their way around a pussy? Not you.
Your moans start to ease out more freely, shame dissipating from your mind as pleasure replaces it. “More Tobi.” Your legs squeeze against his head as his teeth nibble on your clit before sucking hard. Fingers slip back inside of you, milking forward this time. He continues to pull at your nerve bundle till you swear you’re going to pee all over his face. Oh shit! Your body begins to convulse as you release. Fluid spurts into Tobi’s mouth, and he moans as he slurps it down. Even after you stop squirting, he continues to lightly lick your center, letting your body ride out the aftershocks.
Delicately, he sets your feet down on the concrete floor before wiping his mouth with his forearm. Your breath comes in heavy pants as you realize you just had the most intense orgasm of your life. His eyes seem to glow with pride, the red shining brighter than before, and then a memory unlocks.
“Your eyes, I’ve heard about people who have eyes like that. My brother’s childhood friend said he could have eyes like yours someday.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, his name was Obito. He was the sweetest boy. It broke my heart when he moved away. He never spoke to us again.” You pause, feeling the sadness of the memory of your brother’s best friend. “I don’t even know if his eyes ever changed.”
Your thoughts are brought back to the present by the way Tobi’s hands trail up your skin before circling around your nipple.
“If you don’t mind, kitten, I’m going to keep you with me for a couple days till your brother is willing to drop the investigation against my crew.”
“W-what?”
“A week at most.”
“A week?!”
“If it helps,” he says, while wrapping your legs around his waist while he grabs your cuffed wrists and drapes them around his neck, “I can keep touching you like this,” he grinds up into you before he turns around and carries you over to his bed. “And I will pleasure you twice a day. Is that okay?” He lays you on the mattress and kisses down the center of your chest, before trailing over to your ribs.
“I- I have work.”
“Work will understand. You were kidnapped afterall.”
He pulls open the front zipper of his jeans and tugs down his briefs. Out of their confines springs his weighty member, leaking at the tip. He rubs himself against your folds, already drenched and ready for more. You squirm below him before he presses his tip in, allowing every inch to sink in. You gasp, feeling your entire body relax below him.
“So what do you say?” His hips begin to thrust fore and aft, attempting to prompt your response. “You agree to my terms?”
“What if I say no?”
“I’ll just have to try harder to convince you.”
“And what does that look like?”
Tobi’s thrusts gain both depth and speed. He bullies up against your cervix, his head punching against it with each stroke.
You begin to pant, feeling that ball in your belly coil again. How is he so good at this?
“And whether you like it or not, kitten, I’m going to track down that ex-boyfriend of yours and scare the shit out of him so thoroughly that his pants will forever be stained and he’ll never so much as dare to look at a photo of you ever again.”
“W-why would you do that for me?” you gasp between strokes, your eyes shut with pleasure.
“Because, Princess, you are actually my queen.”
You laugh uncomfortably. “I’m your what?!”
“My queen. I’ve cared for you from a distance, keeping watch over you to make sure you’re safe. And I so badly wanted to touch you. For years, I waited, but I had to hold back. Now…” his hands wrap around you and pull you close, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. He drags air through his nostrils and groans once more. “I’ll never get over this smell. You, scared, and sweaty, and horny. You are intoxicating.”
“I don’t understand. For years? How long has my brother been chasing you?”
“He’s been after me for 3, and I fell for you the first day I did recognisance on him.”
You start to tense around him but he continues to roll his hips, forcing you to relax again.
“As a young boy, you were always kind to me. And when I saw how beautiful you grew up to be… it took very little to fall.”
“Do we know each other?”
Your brain shakes, looking for the connection yet, with the unending thrusts, you’re rattled around like a toy. But then you think of his eyes…
“Obito.” you whisper the name like a secret.
“It’s Tobi now. Obito died the day my body got these scars.”
You feel breathless beneath him, your body suddenly putty for him to mold. Your soft and sweet Obito grew up to be this hardened criminal, yet somehow… he’s still the same. If that makes any sense. All you can say with certainty is that you instantly feel safe, and your appetite for his touch has doubled.
“Kiss me.” you whisper.
He doesn’t even pause to register your command. His mouth is on yours in a second. He tastes of cinnamon and campfire with the aftertaste of your fluids. With each movement of his mouth, his hips hammer into yours at a punishing pace, your mind going completely blank, swimming in a puddle of lust and elation. Your cuffed hands possessively scratch at Tobi’s back, marking him as yours because that’s what he is. Every part of you believes he belongs to you.
“Not gonna last much longer, Kitten,” he whispers. “Where do you want it?”
“Where do I want it?”
“Fuck, never mind.” He pulls out, ducking his head out of your arms, and quickly fucks his fist. Hot seed spurts all over your chest, decorating your breasts with his cum. He steps back to look at his handiwork and groans. “Why must you look so gorgeous covered in my jizz?”
Obito Post war. He's Kakashi's personal guard (and paper work handler lol)
Between being assumed dead and the fact you can go through him... calling him a ghost felt rather fitting so... "Ghost of Konoha"
Also as I've taken a liking to the whole Obito being Madaras grandson take its fitting since Madara is the Ghost of the Uchiha. So over all it fits pretty well me thinks.
I couldn't think of a good mask design but it being different from the other Anbu's since he's technically not a leaf village citizen anyways and like he's specifically there for Kakashi anyways, hokage or not, so yk not really an official Anbu anyways I suppose.
Any AU or otherwise headcanons about Obito fren 🤗🥰
Obito, Obito, what do I do with you? Obito is an intruiging character, and the people who declare him an 'Incel loser' can respectfully suck my clit. I've never really written for Obito before, so please forgive me if this is a little OOC. big thanks to @danceofthexdragons for requesting.
Scientist!Obito Headcanons
The AU that has currently captured my mind is the scientist/researcher AU, and I already have a few ideas.
Obito Uchiha is a renowned physicist with a specialization in particle physics. His favorite particle is the neutrino, they intrigue him.
Once a bright young student, he believed in the principles of academia, the scientific method, everything. He wanted to explore the world and answer all its questions to humanity, his curiosity being his main drive.
As he entered high school, it was the first time he encountered someone as smart as him, if not even smarter. Rin Nohara. He, Rin and Kakashi all went into the same class and eventually took AP physics classes together, entered the same university and attended all the same lectures.
The dark side of academia caught up with him at the latest when he completed his doctorate. His then lab partner, Kakashi, had done everything in his power to publish the paper the three of them had worked on together. With the publication being Kakashi's main focus, far behind the mental health of his friends, he got credit for all the ideas, while Obito and Rin remained empty-handed.
Rin and Obito used to work in a lot of UV labs, and since he always sat next to her to shield her, it has led to one side of his face showing way more wrinkles than the others. One time when they worked on their next big invention, a teleportation device, one of the voltage regulators malfunctioned, getting them both caught up in an accident. While Rin almost instantly died, Obito got away with the right side of his body being scarred and shriveled up.
The shock and stress of the traumatic situation has made his hair turn white, making him a victim of Marie Antoinette Syndrome.
Even though he was deeply scarred, both literally and figuratively, he brushed it off as a single incident. But the longer he worked in academia, the plagiarism, the discrediting of female scientists and the publish-or-perish-dilemma of public research got to him, making him publish all his papers under an alias: Tobi.
Was bored and wanted to design a very busy modern obito design for silly’s, shits and giggles.
It’s very loosely based off male gyaru fashion, so very loosely lmao. I wanted a shit ton of references and I wanted it to be coherent yet LOUD!
Why does he have goggle and a mask? Fashion! Is the white in his hair natural or died? Idk! Just simply wanted to make a busy design for my favorite boy 💕💕 also he gets braces, for no real reason lmao.
I want his chunky mask bracelet, it will be mine, I will make it one day ‼️‼️
hello my dear 🥰 for your follower milestone celebration, may I please request Obito, 20, college au? ❤️thank you so much!!
Oooooh I love some OBITO BROOOOO.
You could call me an Obi-hoe?
Anyway, love you scribe. uwu
Come get your juice @cuddlyscribe
“I’m so over this fucking class,” you said and dramatically laid your face in the textbook in front of you. Political science was definitely not your major, but much to your chagrin you had to take it for a gen Ed requirement.
“Oh come on it’s not that bad.” Obito said and threw a balled piece of paper at your head. You two had met your first week in college freshman year and had been inseparable since. Obito was a political science major so he honestly loved helping you.
You raised your head from your book and stuck your tongue out at the dark haired boy. “Obi, why the FUCK do I have to take this class. I mean you could do it for me right?” You suggested earning a chuckle from him.
“Now you know that I can’t, but I can help you. Scoot over.” Obito stood from his own chair and walked around the table toward you. He looked so comfortable in his grey sweats and black v-neck that it distracted you a little. He pulled the chair out beside you and took a seat.
“Okay so here’s what you need to think about...” Obito began but you were too lost in the way your arms touched. His hair was a little messy which made you smile. You couldn’t help but think about how he smelled so nice, like pine and laundry soap, instead of the examples he was showing you. You put your chin in your hand and watched him talk excitedly about his passion.
“Y/N, are you even listening?” Obito cut in pulling you from your thoughts. You blinked and began to blush a little, I mean how silly was it to be thinking about your extremely attractive friend and how you would rather be studying anatomy than poli sci?
You put your head back down on the table and groaned making Obito laugh. He brought warm hands to your shoulders and massaged them a little. You two had always been affectionate, but it seemed to happen lot more these days.
You moaned softly at how good it felt which cause a dust of pink to rise to Obito’s cheeks. He pulled his hands away from you and adjusted himself. He couldn’t help the lewd thoughts running through his head at 1:00 am.
Obito’s thoughts continued as he thought about all the times he wanted to be in between your thighs on top of the big study table in the lounge. He thought about how sweet your voice would be calling his name as he lapped at your glistening cunt. He thought about the way he wanted to bury his cock so deep in you in that couch in the basement.
A tent had begun to form in his sweats and he desperately needed to get rid of it. You noticed it long before he did. You weren’t sure if it was the horniness or lack of sleep, but you reached a hand out to palm at his clothed cock.
Obito hissed at your ministrations, Obviously ready to get a taste of you.
He quickly walked over to the door and clicked the lock.
Warnings: NSFW, Oral male receiving, Oral female receiving, public
Summary: One day, you're minding your own business when an extremely handsome single dad walks into your place of work and calls you 'princess'. Obito might be masquerading as the good-natured single dad of Sasuke, as if he didn't help slaughter the clan, but he knows what he wants, and it's you.
Art Credit: @akirasukuna
Word Count: 2.9k
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm sorry I've been MIA. The home stretch of grad school has been tough, but we're almost done. I'll be able to post regularly again the week of August 10th. Until then, pray for me. I'm slowly losing my mind.
Single Dad Obito who notices you on his way to pick up Sasuke after the Academy. Your pretty hair shines in the rays of the sun and the wind wafts the sweet smell of your citrus perfume up his nose.
Single Dad Obito who makes sure to take note of the bookstore logo on your employee name tag and swing by its location on his way home.
Single Dad Obito who bribes Sasuke with sweets if he behaves while they go shopping. The two of them venture into town towards the marketplace, where he knows he’s seen that bookstore sign before. Sure enough, he spots it with your face visible just beyond the window. He squats down to Sasuke’s eye level and reminds him of the deal. Two books at the store, and a bag of candy for good behavior. Young Sasuke rolls his eyes, but the dilation of his pupils betrays him. He wants that bag of candy, and Obito knows it.
Single Dad Obito who enters the shop and allows Sasuke to wander off to the kids section while he browses the romance aisle close to the register. His tall stature and fitted shirt catch your eye. You leer at him before you blink, catching yourself creeping on the poor man. A quick shake your head, you’re annoyed at yourself, yet sill, you convince yourself to do something you never thought you’d do… Biting your lip, you take a deep inhale through your nose and round the register counter. Two steps in his direction and you chicken out, fighting with yourself about being brave.
Single Dad Obito who pretends to skim over the titles and the authors while watching your internal struggle out the corner of his gaze. He smiles to himself, excited that he’s not the only one interested. You look over at him several times, drumming your fingers on the counter before speed walking away. He wonders if he should move to a different section of the shop when you come back with a box and set it down in the row of romance fiction, unpacking new books and sorting them on the shelves.
Single Dad Obito fights his own battle wondering if he should stoop down and help you. The gentleman in him wins over his actions and so he walks over to your box, stoops down, grabs a stack of one title and locates the author on the shelves.
“Umm, you don’t have to do that.”
“I know.”
“Sir, please, let me. It’s my job.”
“It’s okay, Princess, I want to help.”
“I-um-what?”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“Did you call me…” you stare at the ground blushing.
“Is everything okay, Princess?” Obito strides up to you, his stance impossibly close for a stranger. He rests his arms on your biceps, letting the heat between you rise to an impossibly appetizing degree.
You feel like you’re losing your breath when a little boy comes running around the corner. “ Dad! I’ve decided which two books I want!”
The man let’s go of you and squats down, “That’s wonderful Sasuke! You ready to check out?”
“Yes!”
“You got it, buddy. Let’s check out with this nice lady right here.”
Single Dad Obito who stares at you hungrily as you process the transaction. Every part of your body is screaming to ask him out, but seeing him in front of his son is making you chicken out. When you print out his receipt you scribble your number at the bottom, asking him to call you, and praying he’ll see it. “Thank you gentlemen! Have a great day!”
“See you later, Princess.” he calls over his shoulder to which you want to melt into a puddle on the spot.
Single Dad Obito who gets home from the candy shop with a happy Sasuke, while staring at your phone number. His adopted son runs off to his room to play with his toys while munching on his new bag of sugar, and Obito sits down triumphantly, memorizing the digits. He pulls out his phone, saving your number before giving you a call.
“Hello?”
“Hey Princess.”
“Hey stranger! I was hoping to hear from you.”
“How could I resist? It’s not everyday a beautiful woman gives a guy her number.”
You laugh nervously, “Sorry, I just didn’t want to embarrass myself by asking you out in front of your kid.”
Obito laughs too. “I was afraid of doing the same thing. I love the kid, but he’s extremely judgmental.”
“Glad to know it wasn’t just me.”
“No, it wasn’t. So listen, Princess, I’d really like to take you out sometime. Would you be free tomorrow night?”
“Sure, I get off at 6. Wanna meet me at work?”
“Don’t you wanna go home and change first?”
“I can change while I’m there. I usually am really hungry after work so I’d rather not wait.”
Your extremely honest answer makes him laugh. “Okay then, I’ll pick you up from work at 6.”
“It’s a date!”
“Indeed. Have a goodnight, Princess.”
“Goodnight. Wait!”
“What?”
“I never got your name!”
“It’s Tobi. I’ll see you tomorrow, Princess.”
“See you tomorrow Tobi.”
Single Dad Obito who picks you up with Sasuke and Naruto in tow. He comes to your job the next day only to be floored by your over-the-knee brown leather boots and your short brown sweater dress. His eyes scan you up and down with an intensity that makes you feel uneasy. “Hi! told you I could change here. You like?”
“Do I like? I question if we’ll make it to our destination.”
“Oh, umm” you don’t know how to feel about his blunt and forward remark, especially in front of two kids. Granted they’re not looking at you and seem very focused on glaring at each other. However, at least with Tobi you’ll never guess what he’s thinking.
“So where do you want to eat?”
“There’s a carnival in the south side of the village, I thought we might enjoy the food and a few rides.”
“How fun! Is that why you brought along a friend for your son?”
“Yes, I hope you don’t mind. I thought they could keep each other busy while we spend time together. It’s a bit hard to find a baby sitter these days.”
To be honest, if it was any other man, you’d be kinda pissed that he brought his kid along on a date, but something about this guy made it almost better. Like seeing him with kids is kind of a turn on.
“I don’t mind. It’s sweet of you to include your son.”
“Thanks.” Obito says as his hand wraps around your waist while he guides you through town.
Single Dad Obito who squats down in front of both Sasuke and the blonde boy you know as Naruto, threatening them to behave or else he’d use his fireball jutsu to roast them both like marshmallows. After promising to be good he gives both boys a handful of yen and sends them on their way. With a relieved smile, he turns back to you and pulls you in.
“So, you ready to get on with our date?”
Your arms circle his neck as you casually pop your foot, “I am absolutely ready to get on with our date.”
“Good, cause I’m ready to spend an entire evening with the most beautiful woman in the village while pretending we’re still teenagers. You in?”
“You bet” you wink, realizing how excited you are to be alone with him.
Single Dad Obito who wins you stuffed animals and splits a corndog with you. Who dances in the grass and kisses you on the Ferris wheel. You share a funnel cake while inventing stories about the strangers who pass you by.
“Okay, those two met during the last war. One is from the Hidden Stone, but pretends they’re from a small village outside the Leaf so they can be married and live here.” you say.
“Yes, and they’ve been living with this secret for ten years and almost got found out when they had kids and the grandparents came to visit.”
“Yes! And the grandparents had to speak in fake accents to not get caught!”
“Which they only knew how to do cause they are former spies.”
“Wow, we just made those two way more interesting than they actually are.”
“Ha!” he laughs, “Who knows, I think a lot of people can be way more interesting than they seem.”
“Oh yeah? Are you more interesting than you seem?”
“Depends who you ask.”
“Well?”
“Well What?”
“Tell me about yourself. Tell me about Sasuke and what happened to you and his mom. Do I have competition?”
Obito snorts, “No, you do not have competition. I’m surprised you didn’t guess that though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Haven’t you seen our crest?”
Single Dad Obito who has you scrutinizing his outfit till you catch the tiny fan stitched onto the cuff of his compression tee. You gasp, realizing his clan. “You’re an Uchiha?!”
“Yes”
“But Sasuke isn’t… Is he?”
“He is. He lost both his parents that night. He was the lone survivor and when I got back to the village to see what had become of my family, I adopted Sasuke on the spot. A lonely Uchiha can be a dangerous thing.”
You reach over and grab Obito’s hand, squeezing it. “I might not know you well, but I do know you’re an amazing person.”
“Thank you, but I’ll let Sasuke be the judge of that one.” He says running his hand through his midnight tresses.
You grab his upper arm and hug it, clinging to him like you’ve won the ultimate prize. An Uchiha boyfriend; never in your life have you been more lucky.
Single Dad Obito who traces your jaw and kisses your forehead, is spotted by one Kakashi Hatake. His face drops to a scowl, disdain filling his chest as he looks at the suspicious Uchiha. When Kakashi sees you with another man, his heart races. You’re not supposed to date anyone, you’re supposed to be waiting for him. When he sees you cozied up to the side of some no name ninja his mouth fills with a metallic taste.
Single Dad Obito who feels a sudden wave of affection, tugs at your hand and guides you over to a private spot between the food booths. You giggle and stumble after him, falling into his arms when he pulls you close, kissing your lips and grabbing the fat of your ass in a heated makeout session. You pant and moan into his mouth as he praises you, his princess, for being such a good girl for him.
Single Dad Obito who almost loses composure and tries to fuck you right then and there on account of your extremely sexy boots. He admits as much when he suddenly pulls away, and your disappointment fills his vision. He apologizes but says if he wants to be serious about you, your first time needs to be classier than a quickie at a carnival. You laugh and say that a memorable first time, like a quickie at a carnival, might just make the perfect lifelong memory a happy couple needs before you pull him into the maze of mirrors.
Single Dad Obito looks at you astonished. His beautiful and spontaneous princess, begging to be a filthy slut so soon after meeting. The only problem is he’s noticed his old friend Kakashi following them. So much for ghosts of the past. At first Obito thought Kakashi was there for him, that maybe he’d finally put two and two together and saw through his fake identity, but alas, no. What Kakashi is actually staring at is you. But this time Obito gets the girl, not Kakashi.
Single Dad Obito who’s dragged deep into the mirror maze when you suddenly drop to your knees and pull out his manhood. He pauses, shocked by your forward actions, and worried someone will see. “Don’t worry, Tobi. No one’s made it this far back in the maze. We’re wayyy out of the way. We’re nowhere near the path to the exit. They’d have to suck at mirror mazes to wander all the way over here.”
“You wandered all the way over here. Do you suck?”
“Yes. That’s why I pulled out your dick.” you joke before swallowing his girth whole and making his balls tight with intense pleasure.
“Holy fuck, woman. Who taught you how to do this?!” He asks, short of breath as you allow your tongue to run under his shaft while pulling back. You shrug from your position on your knees and lunge forward again, taking his salty length all the way down your throat, causing him to lean forward and brace himself against one of the mirrors.
Single Dad Obito who tries with all his might not to cum but ends up exploding in the back of your mouth from how superb it feels to be rammed down your esophagus. He’s never met a novelty like you before. How are there women even like you? He apologizes profusely for pumping his seed onto your tongue but you laugh reminding him that it was kind of the point. He feels extremely embarrassed that he didn’t offer you any pleasure so he plots how to get you back.
Single Dad Obito checks the time and realizes he needs to go grab the kids. He asks if you mind walking back to his home and you say it’s okay, knowing he wants to spend more time with you. Together you find Sasuke and Naruto battling it out on the measure of strength, trying to slam the hammer hard enough to ring the bell. Both boys are fighting when Obito walks up and grabs the hammer before bringing it down with impressive force. The bell digs loudly causing both boys to fall silent before their protests resume, this time aimed at Obito.
Single Dad Obito who walks the boys home and sets them up for a sleepover, giving them a bag of cotton candy each, and wishing them goodnight. He turns to face you, ready to take you home. “Thank you for being so flexible. Sometimes it’s hard juggling the whole dad thing.”
“I just think it’s amazing that you’ve given your life to raise someone else’s kid.”
“If Sasuke would let me, I’d grab Naruto too.” He says, holding the door open for you.
“Aren’t they friends?”
“More like frenemies. They fight constantly but Sasuke likes it cause it helps him train. He wants to be an avenger when he grows up.”
“I’ve never knew boys to could have frenemies.”
“Welcome to my world.”
He escorts you all the way to your apartment where you ask him to come inside. He agrees, only because he has unfinished business to attend to. He trusts he’ll still get home before the boys burn down his house. He only needs a few minutes of your time anyway.
Single Dad Obito who stops you from taking off your shoes, cause he wants those thigh-high boots wrapped around his neck. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a searing kiss before walking you over to the couch. He pushes you down and drops to his knees, pulling your ass to the couch’s edge and tearing off your underwear. You shout in protest but he shushes you with the feeling of his tongue shoved inside your slit, spooning out arousal like he’s found a personal buffet.
Single Dad Obito who has you screaming in pleasure. Your hands sink into his hair and you grind against his nose as he laps at your core like a dog eating an ice cube. The Uchiha moans into your sex, groaning at the sweet nectar that keeps gushing out of you every time his lips wrap around your little bundle of nerves. He likes to suck viciously on that part, making you scream and try to pull away, only for him to grab onto your thighs and pull you further off the couch. Your weight starts to rest against his mouth, still greedily devouring your folds while your body twists and strains in agonizing pleasure.
Single Dad Obito who makes you cum again and again while he slurps up every drop, determined to leave you weak and unable to make it out of bed tomorrow. You cry from overstimulation as his unrelenting tongue continues to flick against your clit, his fingers joining in the torture and stuffing themselves inside your velvet walls. He uses three fingers to milk your pleasure spot, making you mewl as his teeth begin to play with your very sensitive bundle. Your legs wrap around his head, the leather of the boots cool against Obito’s ears while you grind into him, feeling your mind turn to mush.
Single Dad Obito who has you finishing so hard you lose your ability to talk, walk, or even think. He sees your dazed face and wipes his mouth before carrying you bridal style to your bed. You mime that you need the bathroom where he helps you use the toilet and clean off between your legs. You quickly brush your teeth and then he finally takes you back to lay down. He pulls off your boots and massages your feet, staring at you with red eyes. You realize this is the start of something magical. You can tell Tobi has already determined your future and if he has it his way, in a couple years you’re going to be Sasuke’s mom and call yourself Mrs. Tobi Uchiha.
