#obito scenario

[irzi]

[winterinspace]

How the Uchiha guys sleep with their s/o:

Sasuke - he's generally a light sleeper, and both of you fluctuate on whether or not you want to be cuddled at night. Regardless, he always makes sure that you are touching in some way to reassure himself that you're still there. He won't admit it, but one night when you left the room to grab a drink and he woke up without you there, the poor guy nearly had a heart attack.

Itachi - you both travel quite a bit since you're almost always on missions. Itachi always sets up a small fire near your sleeping bag to keep you warm, and stays awake some nights to watch over you. If he does sleep, it is typically leaning up against a tree beside you incase you're attacked. Your favorite nights are when you get to lay your head in his lap, and he softly plays with your hair until you fall asleep.

Obito - you never would have suspected it, but he is the biggest cuddler of them all. He demands to either hold you or be held by you. His favorite sleeping position is holding you to his chest, giving him the chance to curl his arms around you and press kisses to the crown of your head. He keeps a steady grip on you even in his sleep - there is no chance of anyone getting to you. He values your safety above his own no matter the cost.

Madara - this man is stoic even in his sleep. You both tend to prefer your own space at night, but the times when you're upset or don't feel good, he never hesitates to hold you close and whisper words of comfort. Regardless of how close you are at night, he insists on sleeping between you and the door to make sure that if anyone ever tried anything stupid like breaking in, he's the one in the line of fire.

[smutteedreams]

Idiots

Been a while since I posted something..kinda ran out of creative juice and also lost motivation for a bit. (Things have been tough and I'm struggling with maintaining a will to be alive anymore tbh.)This piece isn't my best work but just bear with me till my writer's block wears off. Also, I just crossed the 50 follower milestone (yayy) and wanted to put something out to commemorate it hehe. So enjoy the piece and let me know your thoughts.

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Obito Uchiha x reader

WARNINGS: fluff, friends to lovers, Obito's a cutie, slightly suggestive content, light swear words used

Those large, roughed up hands, a single prominent vein curving along his arm from his wrist to his elbow that pops out even more when he clenches his hands into a fist, the bulging Adam's apple that sways every time he gulps. Oh how you want to bite on it and suck.

"Are you even listening?" Obito asks, slightly irritated, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts of him. You apologise and collect yourself before asking him to continue what he was saying. Obito cocks an eyebrow studying you for a minute before saying "You know what's been going on, don't you?"

You did. So did he. It had become impossible not to. The past few weeks have been unbearably tense and awkward between you and him.

You and Obito started off as colleagues and gradually became friends but then you developed somewhat of a fondness towards him which then led to all your thoughts revolving around him only. In short, you were down bad for him.

So when Obito invited you out for drinks after a tiresome day of training, of course your giddy ass said yes. Both of you were shitfaced by the end of the night and then something happened between you two. You were too drunk to remember what exactly happened but it was enough to make the tension between you both menacing.

You had been avoiding him since that night, not ready to talk about what might have happened but now, you were being sent on a week-long mission with him.

Obito was about to speak again but decided against it since he was unable to illicit any response from you.

Both of you set out on your mission soon afterwards. It was a relatively easy but tedious mission and you were exhausted by the end of it. On your way back to the village you guys decided to spend the night at an inn and get moving at sunrise the next day. You managed to get a decent enough room. Unfortunately, it only had a single bed but neither you nor Obito commented or protested about it.

You're sitting on a rock, dipping your feet into the warm water of the hot spring just outside the room, soothing the tired soles. Obito went somewhere, probably to make arrangements for dinner.

"The breeze is getting colder," you think to yourself shuddering as a chill runs down your spine and decide to strip away your clothes and immerse your body in the warmth of the water, washing away all the stress, relaxing yourself to the point that you almost forget that you were there with your colleague till you hear something.

You turn around to see Obito standing beside the spring, bare except a towel loosely handing at his waist.

"Its rather pleasant to get to enjoy taking a dip after a mission. Mind if I join you?"

You blink rapidly as you stare at him dumbfounded. Is he serious? You take a look at the man- arms folded in front of his chest, his untameable black hair messy as ever, the valleys of his scars adding an edge to his sweet visage. The man is so fine...

Obito's smirk brings you back to reality and you curse yourself for not even trying to hide your ogling. He lets out a soft chuckle at your obviously flustered state as you turn around trying to cover up your embarassment.

"May I?" He asks again.

"Yeah sure", you respond trying hard not to let your voice falter.

You hear him lowering himself into the water, relishing the warmth he feels by letting out a low grunt in his raspy voice that shoots spark to your core. You feel like you could melt any moment. You can't help but wonder if that's how he sounds in bed- oh the things you'd do for him to hear that sound again.

The distant sounds of a melody float to your ears, easing the tension in your body and momentarily subsiding your thoughts as you lose yourself to the tunes, closing your eyes. The both of you fall into a comfortable silence, stealing quick glances at each other in between, till Obito decides to break it.

"Y/n..."

"Hm?"

"Why have you been avoiding me since we went out for drinks?"

Your breath hitches at his inquiry and eyes shoot open. You remain quiet, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Talk to me Y/n...look at me please!" Obito steps closer to you.

The desperation in his voice and the pleading look on his face makes your heart ache. You take a deep breath as you feel the guilt of your recent behaviour ebb in.

"I'm sorry Obito", you finally meet his eyes.

"I'm really sorry for the way I've been acting. The night we went to the bar, I know I did something stupid. I don't know exactly what it was but I probably made you uncomfortable and it got awkward and I just didn't have the courage to face you. I was scared of how you might react and I was scared that I may have just ruined our friendship and all I wanted to do was hide myself away from the world."

"Truth is, I...", you cast a glance at him to ascertain if you should spill the words you're about to say but he only gave you a blank expression, chin resting on his fist. You can't sense any sort of emotion from him.

You look away and decide to continue.

"I have feelings for you. I have had them for a while now. I have tried, I really have, to suppress and do away with them but they just refuse to go and I know that its pointless to tell you all this because a guy as sweet and nice and handsome as you deserves far bette-".

You lose your train of thought and your words as Obito's lips capture yours in a fervent, yet soft kiss. You seemingly forget how to breathe as your need for oxygen is overriden by the need to keep feeling his lips devour yours.

When he finally breaks away, you notice the pink dusting his cheeks and his inability to meet your eyes as he looks down.

"Obito...why did you..."

"Well I had to shut you up some way before you spiraled into your messy self-depricating thoughts".

You're still confused and awestruck, trying to process what just happened.

"You know, for someone who is one of the most intelligent shinobi the Leaf has right now, you're pretty thick in the head."

Seeing your face form into a 'huh?' look, Obito sighs dramatically before elaborating further.

"That night, I invited you for drinks so that I could ask you out. It was meant to be a date idiot."

Cue the drumrolls for the biggest 'ooh' moment you've ever had.

"You never told me it was a date!"

"I thought you understood...it was implied."

"What the...how was I supposed to just understand that?"

"Cause I was dressed nice and looked good!"

"You always look good Obito!"

The two of you were panting after the intense screaming match before both of you burst out laughing at each other's stupidity and obliviousness.

After having spent around a quarter of an hour in the spring, you guys decided to wipe yourselves dry before dining and retiring for the night.

You find yourself relaxing more and more with time as you lay beside Obito, head on his shoulder, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, enchanted by his warmth and his smell. Obito's arms are snaked around your back and waist, holding you close, a content smile gracing his features.

You can't believe that after countless sleepless nights spent wishing for his company, wishing for his touch, you're actually here with him and it feels so right to be the one to receive his adoration and soft caresses on your skin.

"You know, you never told me what happened at the bar that night. What did I do?"

Obito lets out a hearty laugh and says, " You were so drunk...you started singing some song with the most obnoxious tune ever and then leaned over to kiss me but passed out. I was shocked and didn't know how to react."

You let out an exaggerated groan as you hid your face further beside his neck and he chuckled.

"Aww, look at cute little Y/n, all flustered and red."

"Oh shut up..." you roll your eyes and try to break free from his embrace but Obito pulls you back in and hugs you impossibly tight, making sure you're not going anywhere.

You struggle to get out of his hold for a few moments before you give up and start laughing, hugging him back just as tight.

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[lordorochi]

brat.

obito uchiha.

warnings: nsfw, spanking, fingering, brat taming, overstimulation, manhandling, degradation, very slight dubcon, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please reblog.

request: (anonymous) hmmm obito + brat taming? 🤔

with your electric personality, it was no surprise that you were a loud mouthed brat in bed too. always telling him what to do, telling him to go faster, give it to you harder. he obliged, of course. but you learnt your lesson one day when your incessant disrespect went way too far.

you were sitting beside him, upset that he wouldn’t give you any of his attention no matter what you tried. you ranted to him, whining that his stupid book was more important than you. you realised you were getting nowhere and pouted. suddenly, your eyes brightened when you thought of something. you started on your sex life, complaining how it wasn’t good enough. obito rolled his eyes, them never leaving the book. he knew you were full of shit with the way he had you screaming in pleasure every night.

you noticed that you weren’t getting anywhere with that either and that’s when you dropped the bomb. you started talking about his life in konoha. with his sensei and teammates. with kakashi. you felt him stiffen and smiled in satisfaction.

“i bet kakashi could fuck me better.” you spoke, staring straight into his eyes.

you knew you were in trouble when his sharingan activated. he grabbed you by the arm, making you lose your balance and land on his lap. he ripped your clothes off immediately, his large hands landing on your ass. you let out a loud yelp, tears clogging up your vision as he sternly told you to count.

it was no less than 50 when he stopped, rubbing your abused ass with his hand and rubbing your clit with two of his fingers. “you sure are mouthy, whore.” he spoke in a hard voice. he could hear your broken moans through your tears and snot, inserting them to hear you gasp. he fingered you until you came, the sloppy sounds making your ears flush.

you realised that he wasn’t stopping and started sobbing, your exhaustion already catching up to you. he added another digit, stretching you out and finally stopped when you creamed immediately with a fourth finger. you didn’t realise what exactly was happening until he threw you over his shoulder and made his way to the bedroom.

“hush now, there’s more for you to know and more for me to teach.”

safe to say, you never compared him to anyone else again.

[candyopala]

Hii! Can you please give us Obito with fem reader who is sick (cold) and our dearest Obito has an extra soft spot for sick people! ♡♡♡ I am sick so I thought this would help😛😛 Hope you are doing good♡♡

Sorry for the long wait :’(

I hope you enjoy this small oneshot I thought of, I really enjoyed working with this prompt and imagining a soft and caring Obito

I hope you get better, sending you lots of love <3

Colds and revelations (Oneshot)

Words: 1.9k

AO3

Summary: Your friend Obito has been acting different towards you since you became his roommate. He seems to be distant all the time, ignoring you at every chance he gets. Will he change his act now that you have a strong cold and needs his help?

Thank you for reading! Reblog or leave a like if you enjoyed <3

“I’m not going to ask again, Y/N. Did you or did you not eat my oatmeal?”

“You know what? Yeah, I did eat your stupid oatmeal!” You say even if it is not true, now trying to make your roommate, Obito, angry.

He is always on a bad mood when you both talk, ever since you moved in recently. He talks with Kakashi and Gai normally, but apparently, he has a problem with you in specific. Around you, he has always appeared closed off, always grumpy and avoiding speaking anything but the necessary to you.

“Don’t you know anything about boundaries?!” He proceeds with the discussion

“I was just provoking you, dummy! Have you ever seen me eat anything remotely healthy?”

Obito tosses the empty oat box in the trash and heads for his room, avoiding eye contact once again. His big physique disappears into the hallway, his messy jet-black hair nowhere in sight. Despite your attempts to get closer to your roommate by joking around, he still remains as closed off, although he wasn’t like that before.

Before you moved in you two were close friends, sharing many classes in your university. When the opportunity of moving in with him appeared you went for it: you two were great friends and you kind of had an interest in the guy. You two grew apart since then and now he seems like a stranger to you.

You always avoid admitting it to yourself due to your own pride, but Obito Uchiha is very attractive. People on campus might be a little… turned off by the scars covering half of his body, some even try to bully the guy. However, his demeanor, posture and gaze intrigues you, making you feel the intense urge to know more about him, get closer to him again.

He always has that tough look on his face, his eyes always focused on everything but you. This annoys you to an extreme. You know you are no supermodel, but you do think that you can pull off good-looking people occasionally. You might not want to admit it, but you have tried, hard, to seduce Obito. To no avail, since he seems to hate your guts.

This whole game has developed into an embarrassingly strong crush, where your heart races onto his sight, your stomach twists violently and you cannot control how red you become. He is destroying you with that attitude of his. Trying to annoy him has become your last resort of trying to take back some control over the situation.

After recomposing yourself, you get on with your day; attend your classes and heads to the bar with you friends. Sometime after midnight, you throw yourself into bed, hoping better things for the next day and trying to keep a certain someone from your thoughts.

~”~

It is about eleven in the morning when you wake up. You can barely open your eyes: your whole body is taken over by soreness and a heavy sensation, your limbs growing cold although you are rolled into a pile of blankets.

You drag yourself into the kitchen, trying to search for your other roommates and ask them for some aspirin or any medicine that might rid you of your pain. Kakashi and Gai are nowhere to be seen, probably already out for their road trip. Considering the efforts of walking to the pharmacy, you decide to just throw yourself in the living room’s couch and power through the pain this cold is causing you.

Still rolled into your pile of blankets and staring blankly into a wall, you do not notice Obito passing through you on his way to the kitchen. Once his presence is known to you, you try to hide yourself, not wanting him to see you in such state.

Without talking to you, he grabs an apple from the counter and heads back into his room, the sound from his TV echoing through the apartment. The only TV in the apartment, mind you, since the one on the living room broke ages ago when Gai kicked it by accident.

Obito’s door closes but suddenly clicks open again, his footsteps approaching the area you were laying in. You close your eyes briefly, bothered by the intense light coming from the nearby window. Once you open them again, you are met with Obito’s figure standing right in front of you.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks, approaching you slowly but cautiously.

“Nothing.”

He ponders silently for a while, before responding again:

“It looks like a truck ran you over”

“Thanks”

“… seriously, what’s wrong with you, Y/N?”

“…I think I got… a cold.”

Out of nowhere, he places his rough palm into your forehead, checking for your temperature like your mom used to. His face slowly switches from the usually exaggerated scowl into one of worry.

“Yup, you have a fever. Did you take any medicine?”

“…Don’t have any…” you respond as best as you can, your symptoms overwhelming your usual shyness around him.

Obito disappears into his room briefly, returning with a small carton of cold meds. He fills a cup of water by the kitchen and hands the small pill to you. You barely rationalize his change in behavior, just taking the medicine and hiding into your cocoon of blankets again.

After a while, you drift off into a nap, letting the medicine take over and help you get better. You don’t even dream, time skips by in a flash. You’re awaken with the smell of food, specifically chicken. Once you’re able to open your eyes, all disheveled and sweaty from the fever, you’re met with what seems to be a fever dream.

Obito is once again in front of you, a small bowl of soup in his hand. You sit up, leaving room for your roommate to sit beside you, and so he does. Before you can say anything, he places a spoonful of soup near your mouth while avoiding eye contact.

You grab the spoon and eat it, rejoicing in the taste of his food. You always knew he was the best cook in the house since you ate his lunch accidentally before.

“Thanks Obito”

“It’s nothing, just eat it to get better, alright?”

He sits there patiently while you finish the rest of the soup, the warm liquid and the amazing taste of it already making you feel so much better. Once you’re done, he places the plate into the coffee table.

“So… I bet this ruined your road trip with the guys, huh?”

“…Well, actually, no. I wasn’t planning on coming with them.”

“Oh?”

“Why the surprise?” You provoke him out of habit.

“Well, aren’t you worried Kakashi might get with other girls?”

“…What? Why would I care about that?”

“…” Obito seems confused. His dark black eyes shine in thought, the cogs clearly turning in his head. “Aren’t you… you know…”

“What?”

“Into him and stuff?”

“Well, no.”

“Oh.”

Obito’s brows remain raised for a couple of seconds, the new information clearly confusing him. You are even more confused, what is this whole thing about? Why is he so interested in your love life all of the sudden? Obito Uchiha, of all people?

“Gai then?”

“No!” You weakly throw a pillow into his lap, trying to be playful.

“Okay… are you feeling better?”

“Confused, but a little better.”

Obito inches closer to you again, making your heart race as his eyelashes become more and more visible. He once again checks your fever, carefully placing his palm on your forehead.

“You’re still warm.”

“Oh, damn…”

“You should rest, watch something until it fully goes away.”

“Thanks, I’ll do that then.”

You get up from the sofa, heading to your room and thanking him for the soup. Before you can close the door to your room, Obito places his hand on the door.

“Hey, why don’t you use my TV? I’ll be in the living room, so you can rest there…”

His proposition sounds weird to you. He has been so closed off lately, but today he is inviting you to watch TV into his room. Despite your suspicions, you accept it, grappling into the opportunity to growing closer to him again.

Obito sets you up with one of his favorite sappy romantic movies and helps you settle into his bed. The whole room smells of his cologne, the one you have not smelled in a while due to his distance. A few minutes into the movie, you give up on trying concentrating, the whole situation overwhelming you.

On a whim, you go looking for Obito in the living room. He is sitting into the sofa, messing with his phone. He has that closed off look on his face. It melts away once he notices your presence, something you have not seen in a while.

“Hey, do you want to watch the movie with me?”

“…!?” He looks at you, his head tilted in confusion.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I-Imean, I’ll get back in there then…” You fumble around with your words.

“Oh! S-sure, okay.”

Obito follows you into his room. You both accommodate yourselves into his bed, sitting distant from each other at first.

As the movie goes on, you both inch closer until you are resting your head onto his shoulders. You hold your breath to the max, sicker by the sudden contact with your crush than by your actual sickness. After a while, he checks your temperature again, murmuring something about your getting better while keeping his hands on you. Slowly but surely, he leaves small caresses on your hair, playing with it with his fingers.

The credits roll and the both of you stay in awkward silence, not sure about what to say. You decide to get up and go get some sleep on your own room, thinking that Obito is probably already sick of your presence.

~”~

You take a brief shower and change into some fresh clothes, getting yourself ready for another nap. You are about to get into bed when you hear a knock by your door, opening it to find Obito standing there.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Much better, thanks for looking after me today, Obito”

“No need to thank me.” He scratches the back of his neck, acting awkward: “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about how I… How I have been acting since you moved in.”

“It’s cool, don’t w-“

“Listen, Y/N, I have something to confess.”

“…”

You are left too stunned to speak.

“I… freaked out when you moved in. Konan had told me that you were moving in because you had a crush on someone from the apartment…”

“What?! She told you that?”

“I thought you were into Kakashi… I got… jealous.” His dark eyes now look directly into your, carving a hole into your skull and heart. “I’m sorry for being a jerk”

You are in shock. Did he just say he was jealous? In what sense? You try to calm yourself down, also trying to put the remaining effects from your cold aside. Utterly confused by everything Obito just said and too tired to make a better judgement of the situation, you decide to make a confession yourself:

“Well… Konan was right though. I do have some feelings for someone here.”

Obito seems to be thinking hard. At first, he seems confused. However, once he realizes what you meant, a big smile forms across his features, along with a gleam on his eyes.

He takes you into a big hug, proceeding to interlace his fingers with your hair, examining your features from up close. Finally, he surprises you once again with a searing kiss.

~”~

“I told you, of course you’re going to catch my cold if you kiss me.” You remind Obito as you place a wet towel over his forehead.

“I regret nothing.”

[historicfailure]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

You wake up from a terribly real dream. A battlefield, drowning in blood and broken bones. At first, you have no idea where you even are. Slowly, with the help of your lover, you make way back into reality.

Or do you?

~ X ~

Hey there!

Just something short and bitter-sweet. It was really fun to try something else for a bit, as you will see in the writing style as well as in the overall genre... I guess this counts as a small Whump? But there is a small ray of hope at the ending as well? Even though it's kind of sad in my opinion... eeh, you guys will see ;D Thank you all for reading this fic! Hope you enjoy it! :D

~ X ~

Darkness surrounds all of you. It pushes down your throat — a living, breathing snake, presses onto your eyes and creeps into your skull. There are no sounds or smells or anything to navigate the darkness, and like that, you’re left blind and deaf, drifting through the realm like you were lost at sea. You want to scream for help, but your tongue refuses to move. 

But there are pictures in your head; pictures you crave and fear alike. You want to turn around and flee, but like a terrible nightmare, the pictures start to move, and you are unable to escape them.

So much blood. Blood on your hands, blood on your clothes and blood in your eyes. So much blood, and none of it is your own. Not even the blood of the enemies, no. They don’t even bleed.

It’s the blood of your friends and comrades. One by one you try to patch them up to send them back out to fight the bloodless enemies, until your comrades come back with another wound in need of fixing or just in another bag. 

Sometimes, they also just die right under your hands. Some die with screams of unimaginable pain tearing from their lips while you try to hold them down and still when pushing a bone into the correct position to allow your chakra to heal the damage. Some die all of a sudden, quietly, dozing off inside the recovery tent only to never wake again. But there are also others, waking up with terror in their eyes and duty in their hearts, when they dress and stumble back out into the world again. 

A world of blood and death. Outside your tent and inside, as well.

There’s no time to think and stop for a second, mourning the many fallen soldiers all around you. There’s always another person close to the doors of death. No time to think, just another wound to mend. Just another piece of meat laying right in front of you, all bloody, broken and raw. Just another last breath a few hours later, after you fought for so long only to ultimately fail.

You breathe in, you breathe out. Disinfection and burned meat fills your lungs and even though your insides recoil at the smell, you take another deep breath in. And move to the next patient, who is already waiting for you. 

You struggle. Struggle to breathe. Sucking in air like a goldfish out of water, trying to escape from the darkness. The binds holding your arms loosen, your legs kick out, and you scream. Try to, as there’s still no sound coming from your lips. More binds fall away, some completely vanish, and some continue to stick to your body like a second skin, coated in cold sweat.

Some fabric. 

Blanket. A blanket.

It’s a blanket.

The confused thought process breaks through the darkness and the overbearing drumming of your heartbeat. You choke, and the tears in your eyes roll down your face as you try again to call out for help. Your mouth forms a single word, just a few syllables, a single name, but no sounds come out, just as the next wave of nightmarish real images wash over your mind.

The ghoulish white trees raised its blank twigs into the sky. You’re so far away you can’t make out details, but at the sight of something so clearly unnatural, a cold shudder wandered down your back. This thing shouldn’t exist. It shouldn’t be here, threatening with its very presence to life and dreams and development. Higher than the next mountain, with a blood-red flower growing on top. The petals were still closed. Thank the gods. You already knew something catastrophic would happen if the flower would come to bloom.

And you also knew who would be close to that flower. You have seen him in the few minutes you were connected to Naruto over the chakra of the Nine-Tails. You saw him and listened to the voice of the powerful beast and Naruto explaining the entire situation. Believed dead yet buried beneath a boulder, and yet. Without asking for permission from your platoon leader, you break formation. Slipping out of the medical tent is easy enough, and leaving the protected area of the Shinobi Alliance just as much. As you run towards the tree, you slip out of the garbs, marking you as a medic nin. Where you would go, those clothes would just paint a gigantic mark on your back. 

Finally. A small sound rips itself from your lips. High and whiny, nothing more than a pitiful whimper. But it’s a start. Still clawing at the confusing, confining tangle of linen and sweat-soaked clothes, you try again.

“O-!” 

Still too high, still too whiny, still too weak. Your hands subconsciously reach over the vastness of the bed, where he is supposed to be. But there’s nothing. Nothing but emptiness, and the realization he isn’t where he is supposed to be makes you drown in the sea of panic.

You are barely keeping afloat, anyway.

Out on the battlefield, it was even worse. Inside your tent, working away to keep some cannon-fodder alive, there was controlled chaos. Out here, there was not even an inkling of order in any shape or form. People fought bleach-white creatures, undead reanimated people wreak havoc among the living, and some people even attacked anything or anyone, so blinded by the fever of war they no longer can distinguish between friend or foe. 

You push all of that aside. Your goal is right ahead of you, cutting through the sky and looming over everything. Dodging and ducking, you weave through the lines of enemies and comrades like water. Almost no one attacked you, and if they do, you redirect their attacks elsewhere. There was no one able to stay in your path, as incredible as that was. You just had to get there, fast enough, quick enough, in time to save-!

“Love?”

His familiar voice breaks through the confused haze. Warm hands touch your shoulders, his skin cold and soothing against your fever-wrecked body. His fingers, gentle and light as a feather, knead your shoulder, digging into the tense muscle and trying to help. He tries to ground you in the here and now.

“Love,” his voice is closer than before, a lifeline you blindly reach out to, “Love… What is going on? Talk to me, please.”

Nothing but the tongue-tied whining and whimpering rolls out of your mouth. Like there’s no air left in your lungs, you heave and gasp, sucking in air while tears continue to fall. The nightmare is still too vivid, too colorful, too gruesome to break free from its grasp that easily. 

His grip on your shoulder tightens. He rolls you around, bringing you closer to the edge. You feel the cooler air, then the clash of his body against your side. Out of sheer instinct, you curl up, knees nearly hitting his chest as you hide away in his. You can feel him breathe, once the chest pressing against your shins and second, the warm waves of the air leaving his lungs hitting the side of your body. It’s cooling down the sweat sticking to your skin, a small blessing in all this mess.

His elbows dig into the mattress. You can feel it dip under the added weight, just enough to roll your body more into him. The grip on your shoulder changes, loosens, slides up and his fingers land easily in your hair. A few strands are curled around his fingers before you can even try to speak to him, while his other hand pushes itself between your body and the mattress. He drags you closer, closer and closer until all you breathe in is him, until you’re all safe and sound in his arms, and he can shield you a bit from the impact of the horrible imagery still haunting your mind.

There. You can see them now. See them all, but only he lived in your vision. He was the only one in colors, the only one to move full of grace, the crystal-clearness of all the details outshining everyone else. He was the only one who matters. 

Him. The one who never looked twice at you, the one who always chased after someone else, the one who you admired, adored and loved for so long without anything in return. 

There he was, in a marine-blue coat covering most of his body. The infamous mask, a bright dot of orange on his dark person clipped to his belt, half of his face speckled in the same bleach-white of the creatures your comrades die to like flies. 

There was no way he would ever react to your voice in any way. You never mattered to him, he probably forgot all about you, a mere phantom of the past and living in the background of his memories. Still, when you spotted him, even from afar, your mouth opened wide and his name rolled off your tongue like it was second nature.

“Obito, I-! I can’t. There were so many people dying around me, I-!”

“Ssh.” His hug around you tightens. With every soft breath moving against your face, you can feel a shred of your anxiety peeling away. “Ssh, it’s fine now. It’s all good. I’m here with you. You’re here with me. Alright?”

A sob which had been stuck in your throat lodged itself free. You shake, tremble, just a leaf in the storm of your nightmare, and you start to cry into his chest. You shake your head as you cry, the sobs plentiful and tears coming from a bottomless well. 

Obito lets you cry. He always does. He understands your nightmares, listens to the terrors and soothes you back to sleep, all with the patience of a saint. He always understands when you just need to be held and silently comforted, so, he continued to hold you and comb with feather-light touches through your hair, while more and more tears fall and soak into the linen of the mattress cover. 

“Not this nightmare again, huh?” He mumbles. His lips move against your temple, pressing a kiss to your skin there. Another deep breath in and another kiss breathed to your temple, only for his hands to wander down to your waist. He drags you closer yet again, with his face shifting, so he can bury his face in the side of your neck. His breath brushes now against your rapidly beating pulse; another reassurance he is there with you. “It’s… what, the third time this month?”

You nod, while more sobs wreck through your body. “Yeah… I… Fuck.”

“Maybe another talk with Tsunade is in order?”

“She has no idea either. And I won’t…” You sniffle, a pitiful creature all around. “I don’t want to take any medicine. Not for this.”

Medicine which would muddle your senses and drag you down.

Your heart pounded in your chest like war drums. The scream nearly tore your voice cords, but as you already thought, none of the important figures took notice of you. They were too high above you in reputation and skill for your lowly voice to reach them. They didn’t even glance into your direction, and as their fight continued, the earth shook and the sky crumbled. At least, the chakra of all those powerful characters made you shiver and shake like the ant you were. 

Your eyes were glued to him, to Obito, how he fought and hurt and tried to kill. Even though he was the enemy, your heart cheered whenever he managed to outplay his enemies. Your allies. Your friends. Your comrades by duty, honor and blood.

Your mere feelings betrayed them all.

If you were stronger, maybe Obito would have noticed. If you were stronger, you could have been able to chase after him. If you were fucking stronger, you could have been with him. But you simply weren’t.

“Love? Hey, love. You’re drifting off…”

“Obito?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“I’m sorry, I should have… I’m weak. Too weak for you. I could have done something to help you, to bring you back to Konoha, to save you.”

“Love, what are you…?”

“Obito, I never told you…” You breathe in, your heart still thundering in your ears and chest. “I love you. Loved you since we were children. I never said anything out of respect for Rin, but I can’t let you continue like-!”

“Love, I know. I know that.”

That ripped you out of the daze. You stutter, pause, and blink. Your vision returns, finally. Two visions overlap: once the battlefield with the tree covering half of the sky, on the other hand the solitude and peace of your bedroom - the bedroom you share with Obito.

Obito. The guy you met on a mission, years after you two drifted apart during childhood. The guy who was always late for everything, the guy who saved your ass when you were out of chakra. The one guy who came to visit you in the hospital, always with flowers or some silly little trinket as a gift. The guy who always smiled at you like you were the moon hanging upon the night sky, like you were his personal north star, like you truly meant something to him. All the dates and meetings came back to you, together with all the times you two shared - happy memories, not so happy ones, and everything in between.

Your Obito is there. Blinking once and twice, you try to clear your vision from the tears still rolling down your face. 

“You’re here…” you whisper, “oh gods, Obito…”

“I’m here, my love. Still all yours.”

“I thought… for just a moment, I… That dream, it was so real this time…” You close your eyes, trying to erase the pictures still. “I really thought there was a war. That you went rogue. That you tried to…”

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.” His voice rumbles in his chest, and you sob. Sob because he is really there, with you. “Love of my life, my sun and stars, my lovely little pumpkin seed, I’m here with you. You’re here with me. Like last night, like the night before, and all the other times. I’m not going anywhere.” His nose rubs over the side over your neck, more and more kisses peppering up and down your skin. Then, you can feel a grin form. “You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“I just…” For the first time since you woke up, you breathe in fully. It feels like a blanket is lifted off your chest and shoulders, even the surrounding details become more and more prominent, even in the darkness of the night. There was the half-open wardrobe, your clothes neatly folded and Obito’s barely stuffed into the belonging compartments. There are the pictures hanging on the walls and pictures on the nightstand: on his there is a picture of his old team with Minato Kamikaze, Rin and Kakashi; on yours is a picture of your family and your own old team. The big plant in the corner of the room is where you left it, just like the basket with the dirty laundry. His sweaty uniform peeks out of the basket, it needs washing. Desperately so. You know his toothbrush in the bathroom would be only half-heartedly cleaned, while yours is carefully stored away. You know there are two to three meals frozen in the freezer; all cooked by Obito and placed into the containers by you. You know all those details, because this is your life with him. 

More tears fill your eyes as the reality filters in, covering up the nightmare like a blanket. “Oh gods… Obito…”

He hugs you closer, his embrace as secure and comforting as always. “No worries, love. No worries. Nothing happened.”

“It’s just… the dream felt so real this time.”

“Yeah? What happened?”

“You were…” You tried to swallow the ball of anxiety in your throat. “You fought against an allied force.”

You can feel his smile more than you hear it in his voice. “Really? What allied forces?”

“All Shinobi nations? Brought together by your plan to enslave the entire world in an illusion to ensure…”

His arms around you tighten. For a second, you choke, sputter, cough out. His arms feel like iron, pressing down on you and making it hard to breathe. Then, just in the blink of an eye, the feeling is gone in an instant, and you cuddle into his arms and chest. “To ensure that there would be world peace from now on.”

One of his hands slides up your waist. It draws a long line, from your hip to your waist up to your neck, and even further. You allow Obito to tip your face back, so you have no choice but to come out of your shell and the hiding place against his chest. In the soft moonlight falling through the window, you can make out the precious details of his face. Rough scars on one side, the other wrinkled by worry, care and love. His lips descend upon yours. The gentle kiss clears your mind even more so of the fog of a dark nightmare, chasing away the terrible pictures like it was nothing. 

His thumb caresses your cheek, the rough and scarred skin stroking over your cheekbones with such obvious admiration it takes your breath away. “I would never,” his forehead bumps into yours, “never ever betray Konoha like that. You know me. Sure, there were many hardships in my life, but which shinobi hasn’t suffered one or two times during their career? Did I have you in that dream of yours?”

“No.” Slowly, to not break the precious contact between the two of you, you shake your head. “You never looked at me.”

“See? I must have been crazy to not notice how awesome you are. Was there someone by my side?”

“Uhm… Does Madara Uchiha count?”

That, somehow, stuns him into silence. His entire body stiffens, only for him to nod. Nod and close his eyes, wrinkles forming in the corners. And his mouth… 

You gasped. “Are you seriously laughing at me?”

“No, love.” A muffled chortle laced every word, though. “Absolutely… Madara Uchiha, you say?”

“Don’t make fun of me!”

“I’m not… but… it is kind of funny.”

Before you could even think of struggling your way out of his embrace, Obito’s low laughter rolled through his chest. He doesn’t allow you to look away, his forehead pressing a bit harder into yours as he continued to explain, all the while his teeth flash from time to time in the darkness. “I’m feeling honored that you think I could keep up with that old dirtbag, but I’m certainly not that strong. That dude apparently leveled mountains? I can maybe put a decently sized hole in one, but not flatten one.”

Still, the pout continued to live on your face. Obito noticed after a few more seconds of silence, and his boyish grin faded. “Listen,” the tip of his nose brushed over yours, “the guy is nothing but a rotting skeleton by now. There’s no way he survived time. But,” he raised his lips to your forehead, pressing a gentle smooch there, “I’m feeling very, very honored you have such high expectations of me when it comes to treason.”

He just knew what to do to reassure you. The dream had been more real than the last ones, so he gently guided you through reality. Of course, Obito wasn’t as strong as Madara. Very strong by himself, and fighting alongside Kakashi they were nearly invincible, but no one but Hashirama would ever reach the level of his ancestor. His reality check helped; the coldness in your limbs eased away and made space for the love and comfort tingling in every fingertip and toe. 

But he wasn’t done yet. His eyes flickered in the soft darkness, drinking in every detail of your face, all the while his mouth moved and his words made you relax more and more. “Listen here, love. I’m right here with you, and I won’t ever leave willingly. That Obito in your dream, he was a dumbass. He had no one but an old fossil to probably misguide him into that stupid world domination plan of his.” His mouth moved, pressed a silly little kiss to the tip of your nose. A giggle broke from, and his grin returned. “Aah, there you are. Where was I…? Aah.” Another breathy kiss, eliciting another giggle of yours. Suddenly, Obito grows serious again, his voice unbearably soft and gentle. “You anchor me, ground me, lift me up. I want nothing else but to wake up beside you every day of my life. I could never run off and do whatever I did in your dream, because it would mean that I would betray you. It would lead me away from your side, and I won’t ever do that.” Finally, his mouth found yours. Just a quick peck, sweet and short, only for another to follow. And another, each kiss lingering longer than the one before, right until your lips parted, and his tongue delved into your mouth. You sunk into the sea of love and lust for him, but just when the emotions threatened to overwhelm you, Obito pulled back.

His breath is labored, each wave brushing over your heated face as a promise. “Damn,” he sighs, “let us definitely go back to that in the morning. Right now, I just want to hold you. Make sure you know for sure that I will never leave you, because I love you.”

You sigh as well. Right. Obito loves you. There’s no more doubt in your mind when you lean your temple against his shoulder and close your eyes, enjoying his presence and embrace alike. 

“I love you, too,” you mumble. You can feel one of his hands  cup your face, holding onto you and making sure your sleep wouldn’t be disturbed again. 

Everything is alright. Obito is with you, by your side, not having left the village. He loved you, you loved him. That nightmare didn’t matter at all, as it wasn’t reality. 

Because this here, you being in Obito’s arms, this was real. 

The Tsukuyomi-plan was a full success. As Obito looked down on the people he fought just a few minutes ago, all of them encompassed by the strings of the chakra-fruit-tree and starting their own dreams, he faintly wondered why they would struggle so much against the inevitable. Besides, it was peaceful on earth from here on out. Why did it matter which way it was achieved?

Madara had left the battlefield some time ago. Obito didn’t care where the old grunt went. Time to search for his own place to lie down and escape from this hell. As he wandered over the flattened surface, his naked feet with the scales of the Juubi scuffling through the ash and dirt, he paid no mind to the freed people left and right. They all led now happier, more carefree lives, without any hurt or pain or torture. 

The fight had formed a small crater. When he reached the top of the rim, he could overlook the wide fields around. So many more people, but none of them laid close enough…

Wait. There was one cocoon, so close that the inhabitant must have been able to watch the battle up close. Obito remembered faintly an unknown voice calling out his name, but the chakra source had been so insignificant he hadn’t bothered. None of the others reacted to the shrill voice, as well.

Now, he had the time to inspect the source. A last act of curiosity before he would be with Rin again. Removing the cocoon around the face was nothing but child’s play to him. But when he looked into the face of the person inside, there was nothing. Not a memory coming back to him, not a sudden flash of a realization, nothing. This person had no business calling out to him in the middle of a fight — like they worried about him, his brain chimed in. Maybe their Tsukuyomi would help him understand.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Love of my life, my sun and stars, my lovely little pumpkin seed, I’m here with you. You’re here with me. Like last night, like the night before, and all the other times. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“I’m feeling honored that you think I could keep up with that old dirtbag, but I’m certainly not that strong. That dude apparently leveled mountains? I can maybe put a decently sized hole in one, but not flatten one.”

“Listen here, love. I’m right here with you, and I won’t ever leave willingly. That Obito in your dream, he was a dumbass. He had no one but an old fossil to probably misguide him into that stupid world domination plan of his. Aah, there you are. You anchor me, ground me, lift me up. I want nothing else but to wake up beside you every day of my life. I could never run off and do whatever I did in your dream, because it would mean that I would betray you. It would lead me away from your side, and I won’t ever do that.”

“Damn, let us definitely go back to that in the morning. Right now, I just want to hold you. Make sure you know for sure that I will never leave you, because I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The weak spark of interest in his chest turned into dull pain. A lance of unknown emotions piercing right through his skin and bones, bothering him so much he actually reached up to massage the spot where his heart continued to drone on and on and on. 

Someone had loved him from the shadows. For so long without receiving anything in return, right down to the point they were freed by the Tsukuyomi. And now, they dreamed of a peaceful life with him. A life in which they loved each other. 

It was a decision made in the spur of the moment, but Obito couldn’t care less. The scales of the Juubi rustled along his body like dead leaves in Autumn as he lowered himself into the dirt. What better place to fall asleep than beside a person who at least cared about him in some way?

Even though he had no idea who that person was. Still, it was nice, Obito thought to himself as he closed his eyes, his mind already slowing down and the first pictures appearing in front of his inner eye, to know that there was someone beside his real body who had always loved him. A small reassurance, right before he drifted off.

Kakashi. Rin. Minato. Kushina.

And… hey, love.

Nice to meet you.

[saintlevrant]

£ not even a prompt just an unproofed taste of my 2nd main squeeze Tobi Obito Tobi Obito! enjoy! :)

tw: gn!reader, language, minors go away, giggly sex n rough sex, bro literal fucking in the dirt, degradation, dumbification, ussy is gender neutral like bussy n pussy!

Tobi/Obito would respectfully milly rock whatever ussy you have.

Tobi does that Minefield Great Plain Jutsu just to pop up and pull you underground so he can fuck you, but there's no air so he fucks you above ground instead.

Tobi holds your hands gently above your head while he gives you evenly timed thrusts, letting out desperate sighs and pretty groans.

There's the consistent sound of airy giggles the entire time because he thinks you look really dumb when you go cross-eyed, but Tobi's nice and doesn't tell you so you won't feel embarrassed.

It's when his persona melts away that he becomes mean and merciless.

Obito makes you listen to how sloppy your hole sounds and tells you how filthy you are for letting him fuck you into the dirt.

Obito's hands never leave your hips — how else is he supposed to keep you from running away from his dick?

Not that your cries of how you couldn't take it went unheard; Obito just ignored them, punishing your poor hole precisely with erratic and crucial thrusts.

Yup, yup. That ain't your ussy anymore.

a/n; this jutsu is from the game Naruto Storm 4 bc Tobi's voice acting on there is elite. hope you enjoyed! ♡

© this content belongs and is credited to lcserlev 2021, do not repost or modify.

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There was no request for this update but I felt like writing it. Enjoy. 

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Reader begging for Konan’s life: Part VI

You were making your way through the winding hallways to the meeting room to deliver Sasuke’s progress report to Tobi. He was currently convening with Kabuto about preparations for the war to come. You entered the room quietly and waited patiently while listening to the closing remarks of the conversation.

“You’re quite a collector,” Tobi commented casually.

Kabuto chuckled and gave a sinister smile. “Why yes, I am. It’s really become a passion of mine, to fine remarkable shinobi and harness their power for my own. I’m truly grateful for my predecessor Orochimaru laying the groundwork and he truly had an obsession with finding rare jutsu and searching the world for immorality; but unlike him, I don’t seek to live forever, but outlive everyone and gather everyone’s precious traits as my own.”

“And after the war, there will be many for you to harvest.” Tobi concluded, understanding Kabuto’s bigger picture.

He chuckled again. “You could say that. There will be plenty of specimen to sort through and add when all is said and done. Currently, I’m interested in a finding the remains of a relatively deceased rain shinobi. I believe they would make an excellent addition,” he spoke lightly with mischievous glint in his eyes.

Your ears perked up at the sound of your homeland and your heart increased wondering who Kabuto was talking about. Your mind immediately went to Konan and you hoped she was safe.

Tobi kept his cool, but his eyes narrowed at the snake. “You speak highly of this jutsu. Show me how it is cast so I may see the durability of it,” he spoke coldly.

“You wish to see my strength,” Kabuto reasoned, his tone level.

Tobi gave a fake smile beneath his mask. “Remember we’re on the same side now and I need to know if I can trust you. If you can deliver me troops for this war that can stand and fight, you’ll get Sasuke at the end of this as I promised.”

Kabuto smiled lightly in returned. “Fair enough. Perhaps, I can scrounge up a demonstration later today or tomorrow.” His snake like eyes drifted to you before returning to Tobi’s. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get my hands on the rain ninja in time though.”

Tobi was becoming irritated. “Whatever you can scrounge up will do.”

Kabuto nodded as he got up. He locked eyes with you while walking to the door where a white Zetsu waited for him to escort him out. When Kabuto was long gone, Tobi turned his attention to you to see you had a concerned look.

“Do you know who Kabuto is looking for in the rain country?” you asked worried.

“No. Now what’s the progress report on the patient?” Tobi answered shortly and switched the subject.

You were left feeling uneasy but dived into the progress report of Sasuke and the details of his temperament today. You expressed how he was becoming more irritable and how he had started working out continuously in his room by doing pushups, pullups, sit-ups, etc. You told Tobi how Sasuke requested his sword to be returned to him so he could train with it which Tobi didn’t think it was a good idea with his blindness but relented to have you give him a rod to train with instead.

“He also complained about the food again,” you lastly mentioned.

Tobi sighed and had tilted his head back in exasperation. You heard him mumble to himself some semblance of “does this kid think they have a gourmet cook on staff” before lifting his head up to address you. “What do you suggest?”

“I can make a trip out to the closest market or scrounge for some herbs and whatever else I can find outside. I can try to cook something up if needed. I used to do it back home…” You offered.

“You cook?”

“On occasion. I’m not the best, but…”

“That’ll do. It will beat whatever canned and rations we have stored.”

You nodded and noticed how tense Tobi was.

There was silence between the two of you for a moment before Tobi stood up and stretched his limbs. “Would you like to spar?”

You again nodded, meeting his eye. He seemed pleased as he gave the command to follow him, so you did through the hideout and to an ascending exit you had not been through before. When you both emerged from the ground you were in the midst of foliage where Tobi mentioned you could use the exit to scavenge for food later. You nodded and feeling somewhat happy to know he trusted you with the knowledge of the exit.  

You two walked to a small clearing where Tobi took a fighting stance and so you too took your position and readied yourself. The two of you began to spar. The fight was simple tai-jutsu that worked your muscles and reflexes. Tobi already knew you didn’t have strong ninjutsu methods so he kept it basic for training purposes only. It had been a while since he trained with a partner. Most of the Akatsuki members trained by themselves and only really tested their strength against each other when they were angry like when Deidara wanted to throw clay bombs at him. Tobi huffed, he didn’t miss the yellow ponytail bastard.

You two went on fighting for a while and Tobi could feel the stress easing off of him. He still had a lot to be concerned with but while sparring he only had one. Soon kunai were introduced into the mix and you managed to tear his sleeve with a swipe of your strike. He stepped back but you proceed to follow him. He blocked your next strike and rendered the blade useless in your hand and took hold of it.

You dodged gracefully. Ducking and escaping his attack. He now pursued. You planted your foot and with the other one kicked the kunai out of his hand.  He caught your leg and twisted it up higher and you fell to the ground with a loud thud. He landed on top of you claiming victory. Both of you were breathing heavily.

While your breaths mingled, you peered deep into his red eye and without thinking blurted out the question that has been on your mind for a long time. “Who are you?”

He got off of you immediately and stood up. You sat up while analyzing his demeanor, not sure if he was upset.

“I know you’re not Madara. Kabuto has his body, and he can’t have his body if he’s not dead. You’re an Uchiha but I know Tobi is not your real name. So, who are you really?” you asked more gently this time as you stood up.

“The real me died a long time ago,” Tobi mentioned solemnly.

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his back and another on his arm. You gradually swayed him to turn around and he saw the compassion in your eyes.

“Was it when you lost the girl you loved?” You asked softly.

“Yes,” he breathed honestly. “It was when I was betrayed by the one I trusted.”

You became sympathetic towards him but found it was hard to truly read how he was feeling through the mask he wore.

“May I see you face?” you requested.

You saw his eye widened slightly and he hesitated to say the next few words.

“This mask does not only conceal my identity but hides my disfigurement,” he revealed softly.

You understood more clearly then and recognized an insecurity that he hid. Your eyes moved from his head down to his body to see the sleeve that was torn during your sparring. His arm showed white patches and wrinkled scars of battered skin. As a medical ninja, you touched his arm before meeting his eyes once again in a soft gesture.

“That won’t matter to me. I want to see the real you.”

His heart skipped a beat and butterflies buzzed in his stomach as your hands came up to reach for his mask. In a moment of panic, he stopped you.

“Perhaps another time,” he mentioned calmly, doing everything he could to keep his breath even.

The disappointed look upon your face made him regret his decision instantly; but still, he broke away from you.

“Gather what you can while there is still daylight and return to the base by night fall. Take all the time you need.” Tobi stated before he left you in the middle of the clearing to fend for yourself.