Shisui, fully aware he’s spilling Clan secrets but too tired to care: yeah there’s this thing called the Mangekyo. It’s the final form of the Sharingan, awoken only by extreme trauma. It’s very, very rare, and more powerful than you can imagine. If my clan were even to find out I told you, I don’t know how severe the repercussions would be
Kakashi, his ANBU captain: you . . . both have this?
Itachi: only Shisui.
Kakashi: can I see it?
Shisui: *lets his Mangekyo show for a moment*
Kakashi:
Kakashi: so that isn’t just like. A thing the sharingan does. Natural step on the life cycle
Shisui: *eyes narrowing* . . . no. Captain, have you seen a Mangekyo before?
Kakashi: *under his breath* in the mirror once. I thought it was a hallucination
Shisui:
Itachi:
Shisui: i wish i could tell the clan that the guy they shunned and refused to teach their ways accidentally outperformed all of them and then saw the result and thought it was a fucking hallucination
Itachi, mildly worried: the Mangekyo causes blindness. Have you been experiencing any of that?
Kakashi: *shrugs* I’ve been eating more carrots in case that was the issue
content:: how these characters touch you while you kiss..sfw..headcannons..
ft:: shisui uchiha, madara uchiha, kakashi hatake and sasuke uchiha
a/n:: i wrote this omww to 7brew, if you have one in your city you should definitely try it. inspo from @kidsinsaturn
Shisui is so quick to kiss all over your face and put his hands on you. He seems like the type to enjoy physical affection so I definitely feel like he’s the type to have his hands caressing all over you whilst the two of you kiss.
Madara would be the type to pull your body close to kiss when the two of you kiss. Hands wise I think he’d have a hand on your lower back pressing you to him, that or having one on your face.
Kakashi seems like the type to keep his hands resting on your hips or waist. He also seems like the kind of person to like of feeling of your hands threading through his hair when you to kiss.
Sasuke would be the type to kiss gently I think.He’d touch you softly while you kiss, keeping his hands resting or rubbing on your waist. I also think he’s the type to enjoy running his hands through your hair.
The Uchiha guys in love with a reader who really seems like the women of their time (a submissive, fragile, calm woman and such, that stereotype of a "perfect" wife) but in reality is completely the opposite? I imagine her kicking the ass of men who say any shit about her and being so badass (I don't know if you'll understand, but I hope you do - my English is horrible)
Your English is totally fine darling!! I love u!
Madara
Madara had always prided himself on his ability to see through deception.
And yet...
As he sat in the council hall, listening to (Y/N) pour tea with serene grace, her lashes lowered, her voice soft and demure, he could almost believe it.
A perfect woman. Gentle, obedient. A wife who knew her place.
The men around the room certainly thought so. They whispered about it—how lucky Madara was, how rare it was to find a woman so well-mannered, so proper.
Until a hand landed on her waist.
Not his.
A visiting clan leader, drunk on his own importance, had made a mistake.
Before Madara could move—before he could even breathe—
CRACK.
The man was on the floor. Clutching his wrist. Face twisted in agony.
(Y/N) still held the tea tray. Her expression unchanged.
–Ah, my hand slipped.– she murmured, voice honeyed. –How clumsy of me.–
The entire room had gone silent.
Madara stared at her.
His lips curled.
His woman.
He had known. Somewhere, deep down—he had always known.
And he had never been prouder.
Izuna
Izuna had never been one for quiet women.
He liked fire, sharp words, a challenge.
So when he met (Y/N)—sweet, graceful, soft-spoken—he thought, how boring.
Then, he saw her fight.
Not with weapons, not with steel—but with words sharp enough to cut bone.
It happened when an elder made a passing remark—something about how a woman’s role was to serve, to be seen and not heard.
Izuna had prepared to laugh it off.
But (Y/N)?
She simply tilted her head, smiled, and said,
–And yet, here I am. Heard. Respected. More than you will ever be.–
Silence.
The elder’s face darkened.
Izuna grinned.
Oh, he had been wrong about her.
And he had never wanted a woman more.
Obito
Obito was obsessed with (Y/N).
How could he not be?
She was gentle, soft-spoken, always kind. The type of woman men dreamed of having as a wife—the kind that made a house a home.
Or at least, that’s what he thought.
Until he saw her knock a man out cold.
He had blinked. Rubbed his eyes.
The man—some arrogant fool who had tried to corner her in the marketplace—was sprawled on the ground, completely unconscious.
(Y/N) dusted off her hands, sighing. Then, she looked up and saw Obito gaping.
Her face did not turn red in embarrassment.
–...Would you like to get something to eat?– she asked, as if nothing had happened.
Obito loved her.
He wanted to marry her immediately.
Shisui
Shisui found (Y/N) adorable.
She was everything men praised in a wife—sweet, elegant, a voice as soft as silk.
But then—
Then he saw her throw a man over her shoulder.
He had been mid-drink.
Had choked on his tea.
(Y/N) had merely smoothed her sleeves and stepped over the unconscious body like it was a puddle in the road.
Shisui, still coughing, had managed, –Since when could you do that?–
She blinked at him, expression angelic.
–Since always.
And Shisui?
Shisui had never felt so in love.
Itachi
Itachi did not believe in appearances.
He had known—suspected, at least—that (Y/N)’s softness was a veil.
But he had not expected to see her beat a man senseless.
It had happened in an instant. A comment. A sneer. Some fool, believing her to be weak, had tried to put her in her place.
And she had put him in the dirt.
(Y/N) straightened, adjusting her sleeves, calm as ever. Then, seeing Itachi watching, she gave a polite smile.
wait bc guys, shisui is so the type of partner to cook shirtless… i hc he loves to be in only his boxers at home because he’s usually so lazy coming home from missions and he's tired guys, give him a break.
but bf!shisui donning only an apron on top of his barely concealed form while he’s making you breakfast. you walk into the kitchen to see his ass sculpted even through his briefs, his thighs toned and his back muscles rippling as he whisks at a bowl of eggs.
he so loves it when you come up behind him, slipping your hands under the apron to place them firmly on his abs, sliding them up and down to feel the smooth ridges and the start of his happy trail when you reach the bottom of them.
"mmh, good morning to me." he'd say with a small smirk as you tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips.
"morning, hot stuff." you'd greet him back, all droopy-eyed and your hair a mess, wearing one of his large shirts to bed.
he pours the mix into a pan before adding some leftover rice to it. you rest your head against his shoulder as he cooks, it doesn't take him too long before he's garnishing the dish and placing it on the dining table in the kitchen with you still leaning on his broad and big back.
"you gonna cling to me like a koala or eat, babe?" he asks and you hum, not paying attention to anything he said. he's like a furnace and it's delightful considering the second you left your bed you were met with cool air nipping at your skin.
"in a sec." you mutter against him.
he spins around to cup your face in his hands "come on, love, it's better when the food's warm." he says softly as he trails his hands down to wrap around your shoulders and move you side to side in an attempt to wake you up properly.
your eyes shoot open with a weak glare and he chuckles "there's my princess," he says with a shit-eating grin "let's eat."
you pout, prefering to have slept on his very comfortable body, but concede "fine." you respond "thank you, babe." your hands travel down till they reach his butt and you give them a firm squeeze "keeping it tight for mama?"
