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Attempting Sex…with Tobi…

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A/N: You try to initiate sex with Tobi, but unfortunately it’s hard since Tobi is…well…Tobi…

TW: Hand job, oral sex, mommy kink, breast sucking, getting caught, explicit. Minors DNI 18+.

You dragged Tobi to your room, wearing a sexy silk f/c robe. Tonight was gonna be the night.

“Where are we going, Y/N-Chan?” Tobi asked. You giggled. “You’ll see…” You slowly opened the door to your room and lead Tobi inside.

He gasped at the sight as you closed the door behind you. The room was adorned with candles. The rose petals on the floor lead straight to the bed.

“Ooooh, are we having a party?” Tobi asks eagerly. “We sure are…” you purred. You sat Tobi on the bed and stood in front of him.

You tugged on the belt of your robe and let it fall to the floor to reveal your sexy lingerie. Tobi gasped again, making you smirk. “You like?”

“Yes! It’s so pretty!” Tobi cooed. You sat down on his lap to straddle him. You place a hand on your breast as you flash Tobi a sexy smile. “You wanna touch them?”

Tobi reaches his hands towards your breasts as he nods eagerly. “Oooh! Can I?” You chuckle at his eagerness. “Yes Tobi!”

Tobi grabbed your breasts with both hands and squeezed them. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes, as you took in the sensations of his touch. You let out a soft moan as the feeling of arousal starts to take over.

“They’re so soft! Almost like gumdrops!” Tobi cooed. You sweatdropped. And just like that, the mood died.

‘Okay okay…let’s just try something else…’ you thought. You skillfully unhook your bra with one hand, letting it fall to the floor. “How bout’ a taste Tobi?” You offered.

Tobi giggled. “Yes please!” You shift closer to Tobi as he partially lifted up his mask to reveal his lips. You raised a brow. ‘Is he not gonna take off his mask?’

“-Oooh!” You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Tobi’s lips suck your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned at the sensation of Tobi’s warm tongue, coated your nubs.

You threw your head back as your fingers glide through his dark hair in appreciation. ‘Whew! That tongue can work! Nice to know that mouth is good for something besides talking,’ you thought.

You smiled in satisfaction as Tobi removed his lips off your breasts with a loud POP. You hummed as you opened your eyes. “That was nice, right?”

“Yes! Thanks for the yummy milk, Y/N-chan! It was so good!” Tobi sang. You deadpanned. The feeling of arousal was now replaced with pure cringe.

You groan as you pinch the bridge of your nose. Tobi tilted his head in confusion. “Is something wrong?” You sighed. “Tobi…do you have any idea what’s going on?” “We’re playing a game aren’t we?” Tobi asked.

You decided to give it to him straight despite yours flushed cheeks. “Tobi, I love you really much. And I wanted to show you that…physically…you get it now?” You say knowingly.

“Ohhhh! You mean sex, right?” Tobi asked. You nodded as you blushed. “Yes Tobi. So do you think we could tone down the silliness for this one moment together?”

Tobi nodded eagerly. “Okay, Y/N-Chan! I’ll be good!” You giggled. “Okay, then lay down. I’ll give you a hand job,” you say with a wink.

Tobi giggled as he peeled off his pants and boxers before he laid back on the bed. Your eyes lit up at the sight of his 5 inch dick.

‘Wowwww! Tobi’s packing meat…who knew?!’ You thought. You grab a bottle of lube and squeeze it onto your hand.

You bring your hand to Tobi’s dick and begin to give him a few strokes. Tobi’s voice shuddered.

“Ooh…ohohohoho! That feels good~!” Tobi squeals. You smirk at the reaction. Now you were getting somewhere. “Feels good, right?”

“It tickles mommy!” Tobi cooed. Your eyes lit up in amusement as you continued to pump his shaft. “‘Mommy?’ I had no idea you had a mommy kink, Tobi! Want me to take care of you?”

“Yes, please~” Tobi moaned desperately. He partially lifted up his mask to reveal his lips. He then proceeded to suck his thumb like a baby as he moaned.

You deadpanned as you stopped the hand job. You were completely turned off. Tobi was taking his mommy kink way too far. ‘Okay let’s try something else…’ you thought.

You get on top of Tobi, positioning yourself so that your head was over his dick. “I’m gonna make you feel good now, okay?” You say. “Can’t wait!” Tobi cheered. You rolled your eyes.

You fluttered your eyes shut as you brought your lips to Tobi’s dick. You slowly start to suck him off.

“WHAHAHAHA!”

“HRRRRK-!”

Tobi squealed as he instantly came inside your mouth. His hips jerked upward, causing his dick to hit the back of your throat.

You took his dick out of your mouth and coughed, spitting the cum onto the floor. “Whew! That feels so much better! Thanks Y/N-chan!” Tobi sang.

You stared at him incredulously. ‘He didn’t even last five seconds…what on earth?!’ You thought.

You quickly shake it off. “Why don’t we skip to the sex?” Tobi clapped his hands. “Oooh! Fun!” You shake off the cringe and immediately instruct him to get on top of you so that he could ride you from the back. (You had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to find your vagina).

Tobi slips his dick into your back entrance. You sigh blissfully at the fullness. Maybe this could be a pleasurable experience.

“Giddy up, mommy!” Tobi cheered. You deadpanned once again. If it were possible to die of cringe, you would have by now…

You turn your head back to glare at him. “Tobi! Sex is supposed to be quiet,” you hissed. “Aww but I wanna play! Now giddy up!” Tobi cheered again.

He starts rolling his hips rapidly, shoving his dick deep into your back entrance. You grip the sheets as you let out moans of both pleasure and pain while Tobi cheered.

You let out a yelp when you heard banging on the walls. “TOBI! Shut your mouth! I’m trying to sleep, hm!” It was Deidara. You froze. You forgot how thin the walls were. ‘Maybe it’s best to stop and find a hotel some other night?’ You thought.

Tobi turned to the walls. “Sorry, Deidara! Y/N and I were just having sex! We’ll try to keep it down!” He called.

You widened your eyes, completely mortified as your cheeks were set ablaze. “Yeah, right!” Deidara laughed.

“Did someone say sex?!” It was Hidan’s voice you now heard. You covered your face. “Oh my god…!” “Tobi says that he’s fucking Y/N,” Deidara says.

“WHAT? HOW COME THAT LOSER GETS TO CLAP THOSE CHEEKS?!” Hidan yelled out. “Looks like our little Tobi is all grown up,” you heard Kisame say in a teasing voice. “Both of you stop that. It’s none of our business,” you heard Itachi say.

Tears left your eyes as your face was on fire. All you wanted was a peaceful, quiet, romantic night! Now the entire base knew that you were having sex!

“Don’t be sad, Y/N chan! I’ll ride you faster if you like!” Tobi sang. “No! Fuck you, Tobi!” You cried. “But you are,” Tobi says.

You growled furiously. “TOBI! GET OUT OF ME!” “Giddy up, mommy!” Tobi cheered as he rapidly thrusted into you again. You cried and moaned as you gripped the pillows.

You cried for Tobi to stop but he just kept going. “Damn! Tobi must be getting that bitch wet! That’s it I’m coming in!” Hidan laughed. “Nooooooooo!” You wailed.

You heard Hidan banging on the door. “Tobi get out of me!” You cried. “But I’m so close!” Tobi moans. Your face was now redder than hell itself. “TOBI IF YOU DON’T PULL OUT-!”

“WEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Tobi cheered as he dumped his whole load inside of you. You whined at the sticky goop that filled your entire back entrance. Tobi finally pulled out.

“Look mommy! I covered you in milk!” Tobi cheered. “FUCK YOU TOBI! ITS OVER!” You roared. “I HATE THIS!”

“Don’t be sad, Y/N-Chan! Cmon let’s go for one more round!” Tobi cheered. With that, he shoves his dick back into your hole. “NOOOOOOOOO!” You wailed.

Tobi squealed and cheered as he rapidly thrusted into you. You screamed in pain as more tears soak your pillows. “TOBI IT HURTS! STOP!” Tobi stops thrusting. “I can’t! I’m stuck inside of you! It’s very tight in there! Hee hee!” You widened your eyes in horror.

That was when you heard a booming laughter come from Kisame and Deidara. Immediately followed by Itachi. You thought you felt your heart stop because Itachi’s laughter was the scariest thing you have ever heard. You didn’t think he was capable of doing so. But now all respect you had for him was officially gone.

Now you were furious as you squirmed. “GET OUT OF ME TOBI! GET OUT!” You roared as tears continued to soak the sheets. “Dont tug so hard! You’ll give me a boo boo!” Tobi whined. You buried your hot face in the pillow and hysterically screamed from both the pain and the embarrassment.

That was when you heard a loud bang. You and Tobi turned seeing a red scythe has poked through the door, creating a hole. The scythe pulled out revealing Hidan. He gave you a manic grin.

“Open up bitch! I’m clapping those cheeks next! And that pussy better still be tight for me!” He laughed.

You didn’t know whether to feel mortified or relieved. Maybe anyone would be a better experience than Tobi. But you weren’t sure if you were even gonna recover after this…

𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨…

(Naruto cast Edition)

Featuring - Kakashi, Kisame, Gaara, Juugo, Yamato, Obito, Might Guy, Asuma, Itachi, Iruka, Jiraiya, Konoha 12 males, & Anyone else you see fit <3

Rating - Lovey-Dovey Cutesy-Wutesy Fluff

Song Choice - My Girlfriend (TV Girl)

Men who love you unconditionally as if it's a second nature to them. They lived the majority of their life with the idea that they're undeserving of the love they see on display in public, but you changed that for them. You mean the world to them and they'll do anything in their power to make sure you never feel the way they felt before they met you, your smile is worth more than any amount of Ryo in the world to them. (Kakashi, Choji, Kisame, Gaara, Juugo, + Anyone you see fit)

Men who will remember every single detail and aspect of you and your life. They'll easily be able to list your likes and dislikes perfectly without a single detail missed, some may even say they know you better than you know yourself. They just cant help it, seeing you happy and content means everything to them and being the cause of those feelings are a huge bonus to them. (Shikamaru, Shino, Neji, Rock Lee, Yamato, Obito, Might Guy, Asuma, + Anyone you see fit)

Men who are adorably romantic in their own unique way. Although they aren't the lovey-dovey romantic type, they still show you just how much they absolutely adore you, even if the world doesn't see it. Instead of expensive dinner dates, they prefer spending time chatting about the future you see having with each other while helping you prepare dinner. They appreciate the time they spend with you above anything, even if it's something as simple as tagging along with you while you run errands or the extra 2-5 minutes you two spend with your limbs intertwined with each others before the alarm goes off. (Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Kiba, Itachi, Iruka, Jiraiya + Anyone you see fit)

Aaah I just wanted to say I loved your ‘men who’ Naruto post and I wanted to request a nsfw one if possible? 💕💕

You can ignore if you don’t write nsfw or if you don’t feel comfortable doing it

Men who…

Featuring - Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Neji, Choji, Might Guy, Naruto, Rock Lee, Iruka, Sai, Kiba, Sasori, Juugo, Gaara, & anyone else you see fit <3

Rating - Explicit

A/N - Luckily for you, anon, I do write nsfw and I’d be more than happy to fulfill your request; ty for the ask nd I hope you enjoy 💞💞

Song choice - B.A.S (Megan Thee Stallion)

Men who could easily spend hours between your legs, ignoring the sting of the tight grip you hold on their hair just to get a few more minutes of peace. Nights like this aren’t often, so why take it for granted; they’re finally free from their usually busy schedules and for them, there’s no better way to fill in the rare free time than spending it pleasing you.

You can’t remember how many orgasms they’ve already ripped from you, the erotic sound of wet, sloppy slurping permeates throughout the room as they work their skilled mouth between your legs.

Your thighs in their calloused hands as your legs helplessly dangle from their shoulders, nails digging into your palm as you clench your fists together, soon finding home in your partners scalp—roughly tugging at their locks, pulling them closer.

You were barely able form a coherent thought at this point, but you knew you were painfully close to your release; coarse, broken moans and cries of their name was the only thing that fell from your lips. They knew you were close just by the way your grip tightened on their locks as you rode their face in search of release, the sudden vibration of them letting out a few groans against your core was enough to push you off the edge of release once more.

Your grip weakened as you came down from your crashing orgasm, coating their mouth and lower chin in a mix your juices and their saliva; the sight of them in this state was painfully lewd. Messy, disheveled hair gently covering their eyes as they looked up at you, their bare body beautifully illuminated by the lit nightstand lamp, bare skin lightly damp with their sweat, chest heaving as they caught their breath—they looked beautiful, a literal piece of art.

(Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Neji, Choji, Might Guy, whoever you see fit)

Men who lack skill but make up for it in enthusiasm. The only experience they’ve had were the restless nights they would spend panting into their palm while fucking their fist to the thought of you; and fuck were there many nights like that, but nothing could’ve prepared them for the real thing. Your warmth greedily taking them back in with every deep, sloppy thrust of theirs as you cried their name between choked out moans.

They easily reached that certain spongy spot that made you see stars, bullying their cock against it with each and every sloppy rough thrust of theirs; they just couldn’t help it, you were so perfect, the warmth you provided them, the feeling of your hole greedily sucking them back in every time they pulled back, these new feelings were dangerously addictive to them.

The pesky knot in your lower stomach finally snapped as you came from the excessive stimulation, limbs falling weak as you were close to collapsing onto the bed.

Their nails digging crescent shaped indents into your hips as they brought you up closer to them, the sight of their shaft coated in a pearly white mix of your fluids and their precum was enough to send them over the edge.

Leaning in and biting into your shoulder as they came, painting your insides in their seed with a muffled groan; their weight against your back as they catch their breath from their crashing orgasm. They couldn’t believe what they just did, and with you out of all people; it was like a dream for them. You could hear them whisper out a few broken I love you’s between breaths before leaving a few kisses in their wake and slowly picking back up on their thrusts, this time with a bit more experience on how to please you.

(Naruto, Rock Lee, Iruka, Sai, Kiba, Sasori, Juugo, Gaara, Whoever you see fit)

"Darling"

naruto, kakashi, obito(non massacre), hinata, itachi(non massacre), sasuke, sai

Scenario: getting casually called darling by their crush

A/N: pls send in Naruto reqs I'm starving to write stuff, also finally decided to give characters specific emojis LMAO last post i made i randomly gave them emojis 😭 Writing this at 3 AM sorry if it's ass -mod Lilac

TW: none, GN!reader

more under the cut

🌱 Naruto isn't used to romantic affection from people, let alone his crush, so his reaction when you call him "darling" is a huge gaping mouth and stuttering as he tries to process what you said

🌱 "W-wait!! Whuh?! Huhhh?!! Whaddja call me?!"

🌱 Whether it's a joke or not he has a dorky smile after as he laughs, the pet name making him feel warm inside. He probably will try and call you a pet name back afterwards, hoping you'll like it just as much as he did.

🌱 Goes to brag to all his friends the next day. "Hey hey! Guess what?! S/O called me DARLING!!" Nobody really cares too much honestly, they think he's overreacting or even lying.

🌾 A stoic man he is, that Kakashi. Not much can get him flustered, besides reading Icha Icha of course.

🌾 He usually can keep his feelings hidden away from his crush, treating you like any of his other friends, but when you call him darling? Lucky that he's wearing a mask because you'd be able to see the huge blush forming on his face.

🌾 He'd try not to react too much, his eye slightly widening and body tensing up when the word hits him. It felt so... Natural? The pet name came off your tongue so nicely that Kakashi can't help but want to hear it more.

🌾 Wouldn't comment on it, but may bring it up in the future to tease you. Perhaps to get back at them he'll also call you a romantic pet name... Nah, he's too nervous to do that, if he was that bold he'd go and just confess already!

🌺 Like Naruto, Obito is flabbergasted. He's liked you for gods who knows how long and you can just casually call him that while he becomes a mess just hugging you?

🌺 His head whips towards you so quickly as he stares at you with wide eyes. How is he supposed to react to this?! Does this mean you like him...? Did you even mean this romantically in the first place? Do you call other people that too?!

🌺 His mind is running and he just kinda... Stares at you in awe. Don't let him down by telling him it was just a joke when he questions you later, he'll be devastated.

🌺 Obito will try and be confident, calling you an affectionate pet name as well but all that comes out is stuttering.

🌺 "Heheh... I think so too, s... S-sweet... Sw-sweethEART OKIMGOINGTOGONOWBYES/O"

🌻 Goes absolutely red. Hinata already gets embarrassed by little gestures so something like getting called darling is sure to make her pass out!

🌻 Did you really mean that? She hopes so! That small name made her day, and she won't ever forget about it<3

🌻 Of course, she's still too shy to admit her feelings to you. If that was your way of confessing you'd be dumb to not see that she obviously likes you too... You'd probably be dumb to not notice her behavior before, after all Hinata isn't very good at hiding her feelings towards you.

🌻 She wouldn't realize it's a confession of your attraction if that was your motive, so please be more blunt with her.

🌙 If you think he wouldn't remember, he will. Itachi is a romantic individual, though not as much before a relationship. He takes note of everything S/O says, and will try to hint towards his feelings through small actions and words.

🌙 Absolutely loves it. Itachi will think about the pet name, wondering if you'd mind if he called you that as well. Maybe you'd get embarrassed that you're getting a taste of your own medicine? It's not the humiliation part Itachi would enjoy, but he'd love to see your flustered face.

🌙 Doesn't make a huge fuss when you call him darling, probably doesn't even say anything about it, but has a small smile while thinking about it.

🌙 Will begin to also call you pet names!! It depends on how close you are, but if you two are good friends he'll return your affection. You two probably end up having a lot of romantic tension while everybody suffers watching wondering if one of you two will finally confess or not...

🪻 Sasuke loves hates it. Do NOT call him that cheesy warm and gooey shit, he will scoff at you then turn his head away. jk he just has an ego to protect

🪻 Hates how it makes him feel. That disgusting ticklish feeling he gets in his stomach and the heat in his face makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so stop that. This is just as bad as a genjutsu and he doesn't like it one bit!

🪻 In reality though, Sasuke adores being called darling. He's just... Really bad at dealing with affection you know? He doesn't know how to react and the feeling of love is so foreign to him, so his only way of reacting is acting like he hates it in hopes of ridding his feelings. (Spoiler alert:it doesn't help one bit.)

🪻 You can catch him with a soft blush and tiny smirk on his face if you can catch a glance before he turns his head. Quit being such a loser and just accept it, Sasuke!

🪶 This was mentioned in his book, so Sai should act accordingly, right? He'll begin to also call you pet names, and he probably already did before you due to the fact he read a book saying he should...

🪶 Doesn't quite understand the meaning behind the sweet names but he's trying his best

🪶 It makes him happy though, being able to connect with you... Someone he enjoys being around so much, someone who he feels he has a "special" bond with.

🪶It creeps into your twos friendship, and before you know it you two are acting like a married couple with all your affectionate behavior.

ᥫ᭡. FATHER HEADCANONS .ᐟ

characters: obito uchiha, kakashi hakate, itachi uchiha & neji hyuga.

warnings. none. fluff, domestic life, not proofread.

writers note. how i think they’ll act as fathers, kakashi isn’t married i believe and the other ones are dead, so i just wanted to make a little something for my beloveds, especially for obito since he’s been nothing but a nuisance in my head. I love him.

OBITO UCHIHA !

he’s definitely the ‘big family’ type of guy, probably would want at least four kids, five the highest. yea, he likes having little spawns, even if he doesn’t look like it.

he doesn’t yell or spank his children, however there’s been times when he has yelled because they were acting out.

when he’s irritated, his children would know it’s time to stop, his voice deepens and becomes stern and he has a look that makes them stop whatever behavior they were doing. he could be scary, but other than that he’s a chill dad.

his ‘time-out’ methods are putting his kids in the corner or extending their chores. sometimes he’ll make them clean the front yard and bathroom.

he actually smacks his kids over the head when they don’t listen or throw his slippers at them. depending the age of his children, let’s say ten through fifteen, they’ll think it’s funny before he has them cleaning something they don’t wanna do.

his uchiha genes are stronger than yours, they’ll have his eyes and hair color and depending how many kids you have with him, only couple would have your hair color and eyes (the skin color will possibly slip in). they’re also short tempered.

he likes training his kids and is often proud of them when they finally have it down.

he keeps all of their colorings they’ve made him, he keeps them somewhere safe so they can’t get ruined or lost. (he might go bonkers if they get lost).

he’s a very overprotective dad, his children have to be home at a certain time. he will personally hunt them down if they’re not home by the time sunsets.

obito spoils his children but not to the point where they don’t understand ‘no’ he will put his foot down and doesn’t tolerate tantrums. he also doesn’t have favorites, he knows that isn’t right, especially as a parent, all of his children are treated equally.

wise words from obito to his children: “get your ass down from there right now.” “keep acting like lunatic and I’ll send you home and you won’t come out there until dinner, do you understand?”

KAKASHI HAKATE !

kakashi would only want two kids, a boy and a girl. he sees this as a perfect amount, he’s fine with children, he just doesn’t want a zoo of them, and plus he’ll probably have grandchildren in future.

he’s a very chill and patient dad, he knows how to handle his children and they listen pretty good, however.. they’re sassy and he knows they got that from him and he refuses to admit it. his kids are pretty mean, but they mean well.

he also doesn’t spank his kids, but he does make his kids clean the entire house and makes sure there isn’t a single speck of dust flying around.

kakashi knows his children’s interests and will personally try to understand it, even if some of them are a bit weird.

he’s the type to tell his children that santa won’t bring them presents because they’re misbehaving and won’t listen to him. he’ll also tell them that the boogieman will drag them out of bed by their feet and take them away. (they haven’t slept in their own room for a week).

he likes to pinch his children cheeks, he thinks it’s adorable. he also ruffles their hair, especially if his children possessed his beautiful spiky hair.

kakashi’s genes are strong, but it’s a well mixture of yours, if you have moles, freckles or whatever, your children with kakashi will have them.

there’s been times where he doesn’t know how to handle temper tantrums, the only thing that comes to mind is to send his kids to their room to have them scream it out. (they’ll fall asleep afterwards and by the time they wake up dinner is already done.)

kakashi is a good listener, he knows how to handle his kids emotions and is there for them. however there’s been times he has to be straightforward with them, he knows he can’t always sugarcoat things just because they’re his kids.

kakashi may be chill, but he does have strict rules for his children to follow. he has tied his child to a tree and will do it again if he has to.

kakashi’s wise words to his beloved children: “oh! is that so? would you like me to tell mommy what you have been doing? no, then knock it off.” “you are in big trouble when we get home, you are to clean the bathroom, do I make myself clear?”

ITACHI UCHIHA !

itachi, the gentle soul that he is. he’s also someone who will have two children, genders are irrelevant to him, he’s just happy to have a family, even if his little spawns have him stressing and worried.

he’s the type of dad that you wouldn’t want to be mad, they know it’s time to settle down when he’s upset. itachi doesn’t have to say anything but look at them, and you wouldn’t know if he’s mad, but they do, they know when he’s pissed and that has them shutting up within an instant.

itachi doesn’t lay a hand on them nor does he yell, but he does put them in time-out or send them to their room and have them think about what they have done.

itachi is a rather patient dad, and if his kids are toddlers he would know how to handle them and calm them down. he likes taking them on walks and have them cry on his shoulder as he tells them a little story or something to have them keep their mind occupied. if that doesn’t help, he’ll try putting them down for a nap.

he likes making them their foods. he’s the one who packs their lunch for school and makes them breakfast in the morning, he also makes sure that his kids have healthy meals. yes, he allows his children to eat junk food, just not all the time. he wants his kids to grow big and strong, as he likes to tell them.

he likes listening to them talk about their day at school or just have a casual conversation with them, he really likes quality time.

his children don’t get bullied in school, he’s scared them off, as much as he’s a gentle man, he’s still a scary guy and doesn’t tolerate other children bullying his own. he doesn’t like seeing them cry. however, he will speak the child’s parents in hopes to settle things.

when his kids suggested a game, he lets them win, especially if it’s hide n seek, he knows exactly where his kids are hiding and he hides in the most basic spots for them. (he just really likes hearing their squeals and giggles when they find him.

if his children are older, he would like to know where they are heading off, he doesn’t restrict them from having fun with their friends, he just doesn’t want anything bad happening to them when they are out. they have a certain time they have to be back home. will not tolerate back talk.

he does ground his children, the longest time they have been grounded was three months and no, he doesn’t forget and will make sure they learn they lesson. he loves them, but he will teach them that their actions have consequences.

itachi’s wise words to his children: “you are misbehaving, would like me to grounded you? then stop that.” “I will not be teaching you that, you have not been listening to be for the whole day.”

NEJI HYUGA !

neji is aware how difficult it will be to rise kids, so he’ll possibly have two or three kids, genders don’t matter to him, he made them and he’s going to raise them the best he can. there’s a lot of things that he doesn’t tolerate with them and that is back talk, he doesn’t like back talk, at all.

neji definitely spanks his kids, is it hard? no, not at all, but it’s enough to sting and he’s well aware how heavy his hand could be. he also has a major soft spot for them, so spanking his kids isn’t often.

his byakugan does actives when he’s pissed off with them and that could be a scary sight for them and they know they’re in deep trouble, especially when they did something they weren’t supposed to do. his children don’t purposely make him mad, it’s horrifying to them.

neji doesn’t like when his kids cry, it makes his heart pang and he tries his best to comfort them.

his the one who bandages them up when they get hurt and will lecture them as he does so. he knows how reckless children can get, especially when they are unattended. sometimes he’ll have to supervise them.

when he trains his kids, he does not overwork them, once he sees them tired and barely holding themselves up, he’ll either stop or have them rest up a bit before continuing. he makes them tea and food, or give them water then have them shower.

his children have a bedtime routine, his kids need to be well rested and will not stay up to early, he has them study occasionally so they know what they are doing.

he’s the type of parent to pinch his kids arms, that’s a warning sign for them to knock their shits off or they’re in big trouble once they return home. or sometimes he’ll simply just look at them and they’re already know they’re in trouble.

if his children were to snitch on another and they’re yelling who did and who’s denying, everyone is in trouble and they are to stand in the corner until he says they can leave and if they start acting up, he sends them to their room to take a nap or he’ll train them.

neji is a good dad and he’s a bit on the strict side when comes to them, however he doesn’t prevent them from doing things they want to do, as long as it’s not criminal or cause them serious harm. he’s also the type to tell his children to get up back and try again or tell them to walk it off.

neji’s wise words to his kids: “do you want me to give you pow-pow? then stop this nonsense.” “get in the corner and think about what you did.”

© SLUTFICS. . . please do not repost, steal, copy or publish my works on other platforms, however reblogging and ♡ are greatly appreciated.

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥;; 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

[ 🌸 ] uchiha version

characters: itachi uchiha; obito uchiha; madara uchiha; sasuke uchiha; shisui uchiha

genre: fluff

warnings: none, fem!reader, umm mentions of the word v*gina i guess?, also mentions of menstrual pads annnd colics

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itachi uchiha

* oh boy

* itachi is a genius

*He really is

* But being a genius doesn't mean he knows what he should do with you sometimes

* Especially these days

*Fortunately, Itachi had the fortune to work with women in the past when he was in ANBU so you could say he has experience

* Are you experiencing mood swings because you don't like something? Itachi will take care of it right now, don't worry. Are you cold? “Come here my dear, I'll keep you warm until you feel better”

* He is a good cook, so he will make you something delicious for you to eat

* "Love? This is good?". "Yes, but... isn't that a lot of food?" "Not at all my love, I want you to feel good"

* Sometimes you think that he just wants to fatten you up with the large amount of food that he prepares for you

* Did you say chocolates? Do you want chocolates? Then just tell him the Brand and the flavor you want or any type of sweet you want

* Do you want ice cream?, Right now you gonna have it (it brings you ten different boats of ice cream in case you want a different flavor every day that you are in your days)

* Oh no, did the compress get cold? And the pain doesn't go away? Don't worry, he'll take care of it

"Hmm?, what are you doing Itachi?"

"Heh, don't worry love, it's just a little jutsu" said your beloved boyfriend as he put his big hand on your aching belly

"But what is it...? oh-", Just at that moment Itachi's hand began to heat up, apparently the compress would no longer be necessary ;)

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obito uchiha

*huh?

* Day of the month?

* Is today??

* Poor of you ;(

* No, but seriously, sweet boy who doesn't like to see his princess suffer ❤️

* "Hey love, I'm at the store to buy your menstrual pads, but what is the size of your vagina?"

* Innocent boy, please guide him

*He wants to help, but he doesn't know what to do

* "Does your belly hurt? What can I do?", “Can I hug you?”, “Are you sure I won't hurt you if I hug you?”

* Do you suffer from mood swings? Don't know what to do?, Don't worry!... he doesn't know what to do either :D

* Fortunately, this only happened the first time you had your period together.

* "Honey, I brought you chocolates and compresses.". “Thank you Obito”

* The boy does his best to take care of you and although he may not have known what to do the first time, he learns quickly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you!"

"... you are too good, what did I do to deserve you?"

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madara uchiha

* “So… blood is coming out of your vagina. How it feels?”

* Another guy who doesn't know what to do with you

* Being raised in a clan where only strength and power mattered, and being raised in times of war... it's not like he had time to learn anything about this.

* Fortunately, he is willing to learn how to take care of you and treat you at this time of the month

* Do you want chocolate? You got it, do you want soft blankets? Right away

* He is giving orders to the servants from left to right to treat you like a queen

* He is hardly at home, unfortunately. Well, being the leader of the clan is not an easy task and unfortunately that keeps him away from you, but that's not why he's going to neglect you.

* He was very graphic about what he would do to himself if he neglected you or worse if someone did something to you

* "I'll beat myself up if you're not okay at the end of the day because of me." "Madara, darling... that's very cruel"

* He will make sure you are well and you assure him that it was more than enough ❤️

"Are you sure that blanket is okay?"

"Yes, Madara they are comfortable"

“Are you Sure? because I can tell the servants to bring you softer ones…”

"Madara just hug me"

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sasuke uchiha

*Knows something from the talk about the male and female body due to the academy, but still...

* "My belly hurts a lot..."

* -Sasuke having a mental breakdown internally- "what am I supposed to do?"

* You are patient? God bless you because he needs you to guide him

* the poor man is confused, why are there so many menstrual pads for different occasions? And why do you use tampons?

* "Sasuke, can you buy me tampons?". “Wouldn't that be rape? Why not a night pad instead? They are more comfortable and extra large”. “…”

* Yes, no… he's not the best at this, bUT he's doing his best

* The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable

* After a full 3 hour explanation of tampons and your needs, he already knows what to do

* Oh, do you want a compress? Sure, just don't move, he doesn't want colic to attack you.

* Do you feel dirty?, he will accompany you to bathe

* Sasuke is a good boyfriend, he will take care of you and protect you, but he is still secretly afraid of tampons, he is afraid that tampons will hurt you.

"Sasuke, we've already talked about this..."

"I know."

"Tampons won't hurt me."

"I trust you, but still... I don't like the idea." calm your man's fears, please 😂

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shisui uchiha

* funny boy

* It will actually keep you happy during the day

* Had a bad time and now you're grumpy? Don't worry, he will tell you as many jokes as necessary along with lots of pampering

* “Do you feel bad, beloved? Where it hurts?"

* He buys you a lot of ice cream for you to eat

* Oh, do you want to watch your favorite movie? Now? No problem, you find the movie and Shisui will find the blankets and food

* He has some experience due to the fact that like Itachi he has had female teammates

* But that doesn't mean that he understands what your body is going through

* Even so he will do his best to treat you well

“Y/NNNN!, I brought ice cream”

"Oh my- Shisui thank you, can we watch my favorite movie again while we snuggle together?"

"Of course my love"

* In any case; I imagine that if their S/O asked them for a massage they would gladly give it to them lmao. also, i think im gonna do a part 2 with konoha boys mmm

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶;; 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

[ 🌸 ] uchiha version

characters: itachi uchiha; obito uchiha; madara uchiha; sasuke uchiha; shisui uchiha

genre: fluff

warnings: none, fem!reader

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itachi uchiha

*cute boy *against all odds, his interest in you did not begin at the academy. *actually, you and him weren't even in the same class, lmao- it all started on a mission. *he didn't even turn to look at you when the hokage told him that you would be on his team lie, he did- he even turned to look at you twice

*things got a little crazy in the mission, and suddenly your team was surrounded by enemy ninjas. Quickly, four of your group members were injured, and itachi was starting to wear out. He had really forgotten about you

*and it is just at that moment that you manage to reach him after putting your injured companions in a safe place

*my boy let out the air that he had been holding after he realized that you were fine and that he was not alone in this, haha

*after the fight and reaching Konoha successfully, and after checking that the injured were okay and giving the report to the hokage he approached you

A quiet, yet soft voice spoke to you from behind you, "… I wanted to thank you for earlier"

*you smiled tenderly at his grateful words, assuring him that there was nothing to be thankful for

*obviously, you weren't aware of the little jump that Itachi's heart gave when he saw your pretty smile.

*the poor kid froze before mentally beating himself up to compose himself.

*just as you were leaving, he stopped you

“…would you like to go out some day?”

"huh?"

*although several months have passed, he will never admit his attraction to you, at least not for now.

*but you can rest easy… It won't take that long until Shisui or his mother encourage him to court you when they realize that he is feeling things for his pretty teammate.

"What's wrong? Is the whiz boy afraid of a pretty girl?" //proceeds to poke him in succession with his finger// “huh? huh? huh-?”

“Shisui… you have 5 seconds to run, and two have already passed”

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obito uchiha

*obito swore that he would not fall in love again after what happened with rin *but it happens that nothing goes as he wants *especially after you walked through that door of the akatsuki hideout with your stupid and pretty smile *he found himself looking for you after that meeting under the pretext that he didn't trust you for being the new girl lying boy, he just wanted to see your smile *on the other hand you were beginning to feel harassed by the awkward boy with the orange mask *your partner and his friend-rival realized that

"but senpaaaaaaaaai-"

"tobi stop pestering!"

"but tobi just want to see how the new girl is doing!"

"i swear to God and everything beautiful in this world-!"

"…can I turn him into a puppet?"

"guys…"

*they pretend that they are not interested if something happens to you, or that tobi does something to you they are a couple of liars

*but you can be sure of something- obito will never tell you who he is

*although if you want something with him, you will have to go for it, girl.

*he won't accept how he feels about you unless you make him see it, lmao

*although he will protect you feverishly even if both of you are not something

*imagine that you are on a mission with Tobi, and suddenly you come across something that could put you in danger

*oh yeah, just ignores tobi's mood swing and strange aura while he deals with the bad guys

*don't worry, he will be your shadow, although you will never know it.

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madara uchiha

*this intimidating man is a joke, pfff- don't look at me like that

*the man is a 10/10 when it comes to talking about politics

*but he's a 0/10 when it comes to confronting you, lmao

*you're not even from his clan to begin with, and his father only taught him to woo women from his clan, not outside women from the uchiha clan tend to expect certain behaviors when expecting to be courted

*anyway

*he started to fall in love when he saw your pretty eyes when you looked directly at him without any fear or shame

*he's not going to lie; it made him nervous

*because since his sharingan woke up, no woman dared to look him in the eye in the same way that you did, oh

*you make his stomach feel light and his mind spin

*and don't make me start with his face, which looks flushed and the fact that it feels very hot

*the man thinks you're some kind of magician or something, lmao

*because, my God, how is this event possible?

*The great madara uchiha in love? What a lie

*anyway

*do you have patience? good, you will need it to wait for the man to gain confidence

*because he may be confident and headstrong when it comes to the battlefield, but he's a cinnamon bun who doesn't know how to pose for the audience when it comes to the dreaded ✨romance✨

“come on, big brother… you can do it!”

"wait…- no izuna!"

"hey Y/N, my brother wants to ask you something!"

"izuna-!"

*God, please help him

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sasuke uchiha

*a disaster

*a complete disaster

*he can handle hate, you know?

*but he can't handle these beautiful emotions and sensations, oww

*make his stomach flutter and his legs shake unnaturally

*he's already a teenager, he thinks… he's too mature for this, he thinks!

*poor guy

*if he only knew

*anyway

*try to avoid you

*like, if you're on his "renamed team every chapter" he'll just ignore your existence

*He won't be rude, though!

*it will be more like a "good morning" in the morning and a "good night" at night, and that's it

*those will be your only interactions 💀

*ah, but don't let him see you in danger, he'll run to where you are without hesitation, pfff

*in the end, everything stops thanks to the intervention of Suigetsu and Jugo who couldn't stand the two of them

*somehow they manage to make sasuke bring up his feelings for you

*so they decide to help him at the end of the day with motivating words

"you just have to talk to her"

//jūgo nods//

"you shouldn't be afraid of her, she won't bite you"

//jūgo nods//

"don't tell me that the great sasuke uchiha is afraid of a girl-"

"…suigetsu shut up"

//jūgo nods again he can't decide who to support//

*in the end, he's just a soft guy who doesn't know what to do at the end of the day

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shisui uchiha

*you were his cousin's classmate, and somehow you managed to be friends with itachi

*and one day he finally met you

*shisui takes everything with humor, you know?

*he is a fun person who likes to enjoy little things

*like, he's the guy who's always in a good mood

*but when you're around him, his mind goes blank

*his funniest jokes suddenly forget, or he doesn't know how to explain them from one moment to another, and suddenly they are not funny anymore, they are embarrassing 💀 even itachi makes a subtle grimace on his stupid stoic face that he charges whenever he opens his mouth to deliver a “joke”

*he doesn't know what to do or how to react

*and for some reason, he stutters a lot when he tries to explain his joke again

*itachi is there luckily to comfort him at the end of the day, but: "no, itachi- don't give me love advice when you haven't even had a girlfriend!"

*somehow he will overcome this historic moment in his life and be able to woo you properly

*when? Uhh… someday, I don't know, I'm not psychic-

"You just have to talk to her-"

“You say that like it's easy, itachi!"

Omg! I just read your Uchiha boyfriends and how they deal with their SO's period and I loved it! Sasuke's is hilarious!

Have you seen the video of a guy's gf teaching him and walking him through tampons via a tampon and a glass of water? That's ALL I was imagining during Sasuke's...XD

So, since that would be hilarious, could I ask for headcanons with the Uchiha bfs with that in mind? Or if that's too little context, maybe the period cramp simulators with how far they go before dropping to the floor in pain/how they treat their SO after that? I love your writing, binging all you have on Tumblr rn❤️👏🏻💙💜

[ 🌸 ] Lmaaao nonnie thanks and love u for asking this 😂😂

characters: itachi uchiha, obito uchiha, madara uchiha, sasuke uchiha, shisui uchiha

genre: fluffy with a touch of comedy

warnings: none, mentions of intimate moments, mention of tampons, menstrual cups, vaginas you know things from month to month, menstrual simulators, pranks, adult men somewhat traumatized by their girlfriends

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Also add menstrual cups to the mix because I'm in love with them :>

oh, i think this video is the one nonnie is talking about! (It was also the first one that appeared to me 😂) ⭐️

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Itachi Uchiha

— Several things will happen at the same time.

— His mind will go blank as his face turns slightly pale.

— And his eyes will open a bit as he watches the cotton transform Sailor Moon-style.

— Except there are no sparkles and cute outfits.

— No.

— Not at all.

— There is an abominable thing the size of his entire hand floating in the water.

— Itachi won't look at you the same way, especially when you're in the bedroom during one of those intimate moments.

— Even though you already told him it was just a joke, the poor man will be worried.

— He'll look at your hole wondering if it's okay inside (I promise it's okay, Itachi 💀).

— For your own good and for his... don't show him menstrual cups.

— He now knows that the tampon doesn't deform when it's inside you.

— But you have to fold a cup to put it into your tight hole and when it's inside it just... puff returns to its original shape and... are you okay…?

— No, bad idea.

— Just no.

— Don't show it to him.

— As for the menstrual cramp simulators...

— Haha

— You like to see him suffer, don't you?

— Look, pretty woman.

— There's something called being human.

— Itachi, despite being a shinobi, is human (a very cute one, by the way).

— And Itachi, like any other human, feels every sensation he experiences throughout the day. Sometimes he feels more than you, he just doesn't show it due to his perfect control over his emotions.

— But all that control goes out the window when you turn up the power on the cramp simulator.

— He stays like this: "😨," but it's so subtle you don't know if you're imagining it. Meanwhile, the poor man feels his stomach contracting with pain until his breath catches a bit.

— Itachi is a shinobi, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain.

— He's used to a different kind of pain, not this one, you know?

— Poor thing.

— He won't look at you the same way after this... probably not at any woman.

— He'll drink his "respect for women" before starting or ending the day.

— He also now has some fear of touching you; sometimes you won't feel his touch completely when you're on those days (you tried to touch him to see if he was okay and all because you saw he was a bit pale, and he looked like he wasn't breathing when the simulator was at its maximum power. Don't worry, the poor guy was just too sensitive from the pain and now he thinks you get like that too, haha).

— In general, he won't change much. Well, now he brings you more sweets whenever he can and also makes bigger portions of food.

— He's also grateful to you because you've now given him a new experience and opened his eyes to topics or situations that, as a man, he never would have thought about, haha.

…

Obito Uchiha

—If your vagina is a muscle and it stretches with a tampon, does that mean you're exercising internally? (I don't think that happens, but good shower thought, Obito!)

—Pretty boy

—At first, he's very excited when you told him you wanted to show him something.

—He's like a little kid when you want to show him something.

—Except now it looks like you just told him Santa isn't real while taking away his Christmas present.

—He'll say something like: “Wait, that thing gets like that when it's inside you 😦?” while looking at the glass in horror.

—Congratulations, girl, you traumatized an innocent man, lmao.

—No, but seriously.

—Obito will now be distrustful of tampons.

—He might calm down, but then he'll get alarmed when he watches videos or reads about “how to insert a tampon in ten easy steps without pain.”

—And he'll be traumatized again when he sees how far you have to insert the tampon.

—What do you mean the string hangs out..?

—And then you have to pull it out?! Doesn't that hurt?

—Oh, don't get me started on menstrual cups.

—Just no.

—Never show your man the cups.

—No.

—Please, no.

—Just don't.

—At least he was excited when you showed him the period cramps simulator.

—The guy smiled until you turned on the device and he was just like.

—He asked you what level it was on, and when you told him it was on eight, he just said: “What do you mean eight? How many levels does it have?”

—You swear he's going to start crying thinking about all the times he had to run an errand or was called by the Hokage and had to leave you.

—He'll apologize almost crying as you increase the level.

—You can ask him what he means, but I advise you not to.

—You'll make him cry like a baby while he clings to you and apologizes for leaving you alone so many times, making you suffer all this pain *dramatic music starts playing*.

—Lmao.

—Obito will feel proud of you for facing this kind of thing every month.

—He might now say something like: “That's it, babe, fight those cramps!” while you're curled up in bed trying not to cry from the pain.

—It's not out of bad intentions, he's just trying to cheer you up the best he can, haha.

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Madara Uchiha

—He will stare at the glass intently and then at you.

—Please do not interrupt his thoughts.

—He is imagining how the whole process happens.

—“Are you telling me that piece of cotton…”, and he can no longer continue while looking at the floating cotton.

—Just like Itachi, he won’t look at your little hole the same way.

—He will stay thoughtful, wondering if it returns to its normal form every time.

—It might kill the moment.

—Lmao.

—He might also offer his help to put a tampon in you.

—Just tell him yes.

—You will make him feel like he’s doing something important.

—With menstrual cups… mmm.

—He will congratulate you… for some reason.

—It’s not a big achievement, Madara, but we appreciate your words.

—He will look at you a little worried and at the same time proud while you fold the cup to insert it in yourself and he just…

—“That’s my woman, you can do anything, darling.”

—Uhh… yes, well,

—We’re talking about a man who grew up in a time of war, and don’t get me wrong, it’s not like he doesn’t know where the clitoris is.

—He simply doesn’t know and has no idea that the vagina is elastic, xd.

—Please explain it to him before he brags to someone about how you can handle everything.

—As for the menstrual cramps simulator:

—He is a strong man.

—Who said it would hurt him?

—Clearly, they’re out of their minds, he is Madara Uchiha.

—At least that’s what he thinks before you turn on the device.

—And he’s simply like: “What do you mean this is how you feel every month?”

—Madara is not dumb or forgetful.

—He has seen your naked body when you’re on those days.

—And suddenly it makes sense why your belly looks slightly more swollen when you’re menstruating.

—For Madara, it hurts slightly or at least that’s what he wants to imply.

—Maybe he will never tell you it hurt, but that’s okay.

—At least he took this experience as a lesson to know what else to do and how to act during those days of the month.

—“Madara, darling… why are there many more pillows on the bed?” “They’re for you to be more comfortable.”

—Poor man.

—At least he’s trying!

…

Sasuke Uchiha

—His worst enemy has returned.

—The tampons *dramatic music plays*.

—Ok, no.

—Anyway.

—You're so cruel, girl.

—He swears he'll burn all the tampons in the world while looking at the abominable thing floating in the water.

—He's like...

—Do you put that thing inside and it enlarge…?

—On the outside, his face will remain moderately calm (I'm joking, he already looks disturbed), but on the inside, his face is like: “💀”.

—Even if you tell him it's a joke, he won't shake that image from his head.

—For a whole week, he thought your vagina was filled with tiny cotton residues for some reason.

—Until you explained that was impossible.

—(He still thinks that to this day). Anyway!

—Ehh, cups...! They're fun and comfortable things!

—Until you see them from a man's perspective and things change.

—No, please, no.

—He can't imagine a CUP inside you.

—Out of curiosity, he looked up menstrual cups on the internet and now swears he'd burn menstrual cups too if he could (cups can't hurt you, Sasuke).

—Anyway.

—As for the simulators...

—He might refuse at first until he starts thinking about how he could benefit from this (you know, new knowledge, more power).

—So he decides to put himself in his girl's shoes to see the whole picture.

—He began to regret it when you raised the intensity to seven.

—His face might turn pale when you explain that some menstrual cramps feel like labor pains.

—He'll stare at the highest intensity level wondering if he's ready for that.

—Spoiler: he wasn't.

—At least now he buys you more ice cream and makes you hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, even though he hates the smell of chocolate.

—He'll also start reading more about the female body, looking for ways and methods to make it hurt less.

—So it's likely he'll now regulate the amount of black foods and drinks you consume (you know: chocolate, coffee, cola, etc.), all because he read in a study that black-colored beverages and foods are a key factor in intensifying cramps during the period.

—Good luck with your boyfriend being more protective than ever ;)

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Shisui Uchiha:

—"Do you want to show me something...? Sure! What is it?" he'll ask with the most innocent and soft voice, that you'll wonder if it's too cruel to play this prank on him.

—Poor guy.

—You do it anyway.

—Lmao, I think there's no emoji that describes the face he made in those moments.

—When he composes himself, he'll be torn between looking at you and the glass container.

—Because gosh.

—Does that thING really react like that when it's inside you?

—Before, he was fine with seeing you use them.

—He knows it's much more comfortable for you, but now that he sees it in the container...

—He doesn't know what to think.

—The guy is still terrified.

—Poor thing, his soul left his body and greeted God before returning to you.

—He might laugh a little when you tell him it's a joke while trying to act normal.

—But eventually his imagination will fly and he'll start thinking: "What if it gets stuck?" "What if the string breaks?" (It's impossible for that to happen, Shisui).

—Of course, he's a smart guy.

—He'll practically run to investigate more about tampons until his mind is at ease.

—But accidentally he saw menstrual cups and...

—"What do you mean cups are also inserted?" he half yelled into nothing.

—Oops.

—You'll have to explain.

—"Cups are friends, not enemies, Shisui..." "But what if it gets stuck?"

—You swear he's about to cry.

—Luckily!

—He'll get over it in a few days (it lasted a week and another while he tried to recap what happened, and the new information).

—The cramp simulator is great.

—It can last quite a while, you know, smiling and looking handsome as always, until you raise it to maximum power.

—You think you broke something when suddenly it falls and you think you killed it.

—Oh.

—Don't worry!

—He's just suffering and recapping how all of this happened, also about all the pain you go through month after month and... Oh, is that an angel...? (No, Shisui, it's your girlfriend trying to motivate you to get up).

—Well.

—At the end of the day he thinks the same as Itachi; you've shown him the other side of the coin and he's grateful for that.

—He'll also be much gentler with you during these days of the month.

—And for some reason, if he finds out that Sasuke is not in favor of tampons and cups, they may secretly start a group against those things or something similar, it's also possible that they'll drag Itachi by force.

—Lmao.

lmao, guess who search and watch videos about how to put tampons in her for the first time... and it didn't work 😭

This is probably the best fic i've ever read. MUST give this a look!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

art by the amazing @vita-divata <3

Princess!Reader x Knight!Obito

Summary: Damned for being born royalty, your father ensured you'd have no distractions while learning to be the perfect wife by isolating you behind the castle's walls, locking you away from your only citizen friend. Obito's feelings were too obvious. They jeopardized your future. Forcing him to knighthood wasn't enough, the king wanted him dead.

Words: 23.8k

NSFW

jealous obito, smut, porn with plot, forbidden romance, breeding kink, oral (giving and receiving), talk of patricide/murder

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Once Upon a Coronation

The train of your violet gown swept the rug of the throne room as you crossed your legs. Silver thread caught the light on your bell sleeves, twinkling and shimmering the same as the gems adorning the embroidered foliage along the hem of your skirt; exotic fruits and vines that have not been witnessed in your kingdom for some time, recreated from paintings in books documenting their existence.

The Nine--your father’s hand-picked courtier of nine exemplary knights chosen to act as an Order to serve him and protect you--knelt before you, returning from their two seasons long journey across three territories to defeat a particularly dubious foe.

In their V-formation, they occupied the length of the room, stretching from your throne to the grand cobblestone doorway framing their bowed heads and bloodied brandished swords. Other evidence of their victory lay bolstered on an iron tray. You looked away from the dull, blank eyeball to the knight giving his report.

Sir Pein’s auburn hair, a matted blaze, displayed itself as he kept his head down to address you with all the trained discipline of a chivalric Commander Knight, though he did not hold the astute title of one. “Your royal highness, the dragon has been slain.” As much was clear from the head on the tray, their mauled armor, and the dirt blemishing your velvet rug. Their bruised and battered faces regarded you, waiting for further instructions.

All but one. Tobi, their leader. He who did not remove his helmet in the company of others outside the group.

Your father would have by no means tolerated such disrespect, but you’ve known Tobi since childhood, when he went by his birth name, Obito.

In a charitable act every year your father chose an orphan to bring in to serve the family. It was a tradition started by your late mother; however, servitude did not sit right with you. As princess you had say over the acts of charity on behalf of your kingdom, but once your father noticed the dwindling coffers, he put an end to your reign over them.

Many times you begged your father, reasoned to him as a benevolent and gentle king, to reinstate you so you could preserve your promise to Obito to build better orphanages and lend out your teachers at the castle to educate the children and, in turn, provide the estate with refined medicine women and scholars, inflating the intelligence of all citizens of the kingdom, not just within the castle walls. Better schooling would lead to less poverty and the ability for one to help thy neighbor not be forever indentured to the royal family.

He did not listen beyond the first sentence.

But all of that would change in the coming month.

When the red of your lips would stain your hands. The king would fall and you would rise as queen regnant. Through it all, Obito secured your position the best he could.

Past the visor of his helmet, his eyes bored into yours. Dots of color from the stained glass windows danced across his dulled armor.

The two of you had been inseparable since youth. He was near you in age, and from that first day of literacy classes together, he was your shadow.

When he was old enough, he started his knighthood. Working in the afternoon after studies commenced for the day. Running errands for the king. Fetching books from the library for you. Cleaning the horse stables before jousts.

Back then, he was your best friend.

Simply put.

Long nights spent huddled in front of the fireplace reading fairy tales. Sneaking down the stone halls to the kitchen with a single candlelight to satisfy his sweet tooth. Escaping the walls of the castle when you were too amiable to deny his spontaneous vagaries. Growing older, things changed. Daydreams seized your focus; your attention forever on the young man sat beside you, and your teachers noticed. And when your teachers noticed, they told your father. And when your father noticed, he scolded you for associating with a lesser citizen for the umpteenth time. He separated you.

Four years ago, after Obito proved himself in a sanctioned tournament, he was appointed as the leader of The Nine.

That was the true start of his servility.

Obito sacrificed to keep you safe, that much was obvious in the scars marking his body. His once toothy grin stayed locked away behind bars. Sealed behind his mask. The few times he visited you without his helmet his brooding, handsome face was downturned, erasing your past and drawing a new line in your roles. You were a princess and he was a lowly knight. Nothing more.

The one exception being when he delivered flora to you from other realms on his expeditions. Not as pretty gifts, but for extracting the poisons they harbored. Currently, no medicine woman could decipher why your father slept for days on end.

“See to it they are welcomed appropriately,” you announced to the room, sweeping a hand to the staff lining the walls in wait for their command to bring food and hot water to The Nine’s seldom used quarters. “Dismissed.”

Your voice rang to the sound of metal armor creaking in relief as The Nine rose on their sore muscles. Obito stayed on his knee longer than he should have. His hesitation earned him the silent threat of one of your personal guards shifting his polearm.

“Tobi,” you called at his retreating back. He halted his step in the doorway. Pauldrons rising on bated breath. “You are to be summoned to my study.” Stiffly, he squared his shoulders to you and bowed, knowing what you truly meant.

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Obito nodded to the guards outside your door, his helmet’s loose visor tinking with the tilt. They uncrossed their weapons and opened the door to a hairline of a crack. A power play to make Obito squeeze his way in, reminding him of his position as a lesser knight despite being a leader in his own right. Personal guards were touted as the greatest with their cushy jobs inside the warmed castle. Ironic considering they lacked the exalt of a true warrior like Obito.

The doors banged closed. He kept his footfalls light as a feather, undeterred by the encumbering weight of his armor. At the flax linen curtains partitioning your bed from your bathroom, he waited for the sound of your maids; the hustle of their aprons swishing as they attended to your bath, or the bustle of hard bristled brushes buffing your nails. However, he was met with not one sign of the helpers your father assigned to watch over you. No movement at all except for the twist of your beckoning hand.

“Where are your maidens?” he asked, voice reverberating in his helmet.

You lifted your arm from the bath to watch the oil on your skin propel water off your elbow and to the side of the hammered copper tub, where it slid to its clawed feet.

Obito stopped in the doorway, unsure of what to do except take in the shelf of your clavicle leading to the soft curve of your shoulders and your face, bare of powders and rouge.

“They were sent home for the evening. Come, join me.”

“I hadn’t the time to undress before your summons. My armor will soil your floors, my lady.”

“Would you stop with the polite nonsense,” you groused and pointed to the short stool next to the tub. His huff of a laugh goaded a slant of your lips. A tentative smile lacking mirth, sensing the foreboding of his sagging body.

“Should I address you as your next title then, my queen?” The metal joints of his armor squeaked as he sat on your stool. Mud tinted the polished marble tile. His scabbard's chape scraped the floor behind him. He turned his back to you. Hunched with his arms folded on his legs. Head hung. A world of tension between his shoulders.

The poison was taking too long to kill your father. When he woke from his slumber, your orders fell on deaf ears compared to his. Your original plan to assassinate him had changed again and again, and now, your wedding date could no longer be ignored. Married off to a prince you had three courting dates with from another kingdom as a peace treaty. Your father’s idea while Obito was away.

All that was left was the last hope. The plan you swore you wouldn’t use unless it came to it. One Obito loathed the most. The one he heard and refused to speak to you, nary a goodbye when he left to defeat the dragon invading an allies’ castle..

Marry the prince to certify his wealth, bare heirs to inherit his fortune, armies, and land, then become queen when the poison takes its last breath from your father’s watery lungs. The prince could go with him; he wasn’t much of a bother. The man had no spine.

“I told you to stop calling me by titles years ago.”

“I have to maintain appearances, my lady.”

You rolled your eyes. Obito was formal, strict, since the announcement of your impending betrothal. Driving a wedge in your relationship as he continued to impress upon you your difference in status, making them apparent lest you forget he was not an equal no matter how much you disparaged this notion.

“If you insist on being so stringent, you can take off your helmet in my presence.”

Obito shrank under the order. His broad back expanded, filling his chest cavity with a heavy breath, then raised his hands and grasped it as if the small gesture necessitated more strength than was required. Leather fingerpads ran over dusty, once polished sheets of steel. He lifted it. Brown hair tumbled out. Short, but longer since you last saw him. Brunette waves fanned out like wind through fields of wheat.

The metal mask clunked to the floor and you stared at the dried sweat and dirt necklacing his nape. Pressing your chest to the side of the tub to get a better look, you sloshed the water to bring his attention from unfocused elsewhere to your playful smile.

Taking one sneaky glance over his shoulder was all it took to pinken his cheeks.

“Why don’t you have a bath?” Obito nearly choked on his tongue trying to respond, sending you into a fit of giggles. “I’m finished bathing. You can have the tub.. Unless you prefer I-”

“I don’t-! I’m fine. I’ll go to the knight’s quarters and-”

Drawing yourself up to your full height, the water lapped your calves, dripped from your breasts and slithered down your stomach. Obito steeled himself from looking.

It hurt. Everything hurt. Distancing himself from you for his own good. Accepting grueling missions to keep him away. Coming back to you and knowing he couldn’t change fate. Knowing it was his fault he was in this position.

And having to smell the oils you laced in your water. Flowers from the meadows outside the city's walls. Nostalgia. Heart wrenching scents of a better time, caging his chest in a prison of memories he could never experience again. A loss he didn’t know he could lose.

You stepped out of the tub--planting one foot in a puddle of water, then the other. He turned his head away as you crossed the room for your towel. Further suppressing his desires by closing his eyes, not trusting himself to comply with the voices of reason in his head.

“Obito,” you recited his name like a cheery tune on a warm summer night during the Solstice festival, “I’m dressed.”

He peeled his eyes open to the understatement of the century. He squinted through the beams of sunset silhouetting your body against your pink negligee. A single layer made of the finest spun silks. It left little to the imagination, especially the ribbons down the front from your bosom to your belly button, leaving scant peeks of your skin through the seam. Those, you could admit, could’ve been tied tighter.

He scrubbed a hand through his hair, using his arm to block his view of your nipples poking through the delicate fabric.

You dipped your fingers in the bath water. Swirling them around the leftover bubbles, testing the heat. Eyeing his timid state, you encouraged him, “It’s warm.”

Not a single muscle moved. Not a blink, breath, sign he heard you. He stayed perched on the edge of the stool. Your soft feet padded over the cool tile and you bent over to run a manicured nail down the muck on his gauntlet.

“Don’t,” he whispered, turning his face to shroud it in the shadows of the botanicals lining the window framed in bronze. The effervescent glass panes created a mesmerizing pattern on the floor, giving it an undersea quality. You had not borne witness to the ocean several mountain ranges away, but Obito had, and he could vouch for the artists’ accuracy in the rendition of the mermaid lounging on rocks in the corner.

“Why not?” You settled your hand on top of his, cold armor like blades on your palm. His leather glove groaned under the restraint of his fingernails digging into his thigh.

“Because.” He paused to ground his bearings and coerce his heart to stop pounding in the hollow of his armor. “You’re not mine and if you don’t stop this..” His gaze skimmed from your hand, to your flimsy lingerie, up the sensitive flesh pebbled in goosebumps under your ear, to your eyes. Without his mask, his emotions were uncloaked; along with the battle scars running the length of the right side of his body from his first order to protect your kingdom. A big bad wolf in the enchanted woods. He was merely a boy then.

“If you don’t stop this..” he enunciated the low warning, “I don’t think I can, either.”

The hunger in his eyes bloomed black. In those pupils, you were another beast to conquer. One who eluded him all his life. Forever fearing retaliation from your father. The two of you could never be.

Instead of heeding his warning, you swam in its depths. Floated on the surface of a bottomless well.

He stared, dumbstruck at your lack of self preservation. You knelt before him, between his thighs. Testing him. Blatantly disregarding the ramifications if he were to enact upon wiles he could not ignore if pushed.

You traced the greave protecting his shin and dutifully reached around his calf to pull the worn leather strap through the buckle that held it in place, unlatched it, and set it on the floor. Soot powdered your hands.

His forehead wrinkled. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to,” you said, taking off the other greave before moving on to his thigh plate.

More grateful than ever to be wearing a chainmaille skirt to hide his carnal desires, Obito moved his hands from the underside of his knees to grip the stool, committing the scene before him to memory. A fresh one not yet tainted: you tending to his aching body.

Three straps per leg. The maille underneath shifted. You took hold of the ties securing the cuisses to his arming jacket. You checked his face for objections, he gave none, and you untied the knot like a present during Yuletide.

Unaccustomed to the weight, you fumbled with the armor. It twisted and slumped under gravity before falling to the side, clanking and clattering and piling on top of the greave. Heat darkened your cheeks at your lack of poise. He winced at the new dent where it landed, but he could forgive you. You rarely unraveled in public; carefully crafting a stoic princess persona, so the fact you revealed a brief lack of grace reminded him of your history.

Familiarity warmed his chest.

You scooted back to place his foot in your lap, untying the metal armor there and unlacing his leather shoes. Blisters greeted you through the holes around his toes and heel. Tossing the cobbled shoes aside, you noted them on the mental list of things to commission when you gift him with the news you’d been holding secret.

“Careful, you could get hurt!” He pitched forward to help you remove the heavy maille leg sleeve, but you fixed him with a stern expression and he tossed his arms up in defeat, folded them across his chest and slumped back on the tub. It wasn’t worth fighting you on these things.

Dewy sweat dotted your forehead. Only one leg was done.

Working hastily, you repeated the actions to his other leg, and after a softly spoken curse here and there, the arduous armor crumpled to the floor. In the corner of the room, the last embers in your furnace sputtered and tumbled as well.

His legs shook from the absence of weight. You ran your hands up his taut muscles feeling them tighten and bulge under your palm and his knees encroached on either side of your shoulders once your thumbs were approaching his swelling heat. A silent plea to not tempt him and enact his warning. It was proving difficult as it were to keep the imagery you conjured out of his mind.

“You seem tense,” you mused, picking at specs of dirt on his clothed thighs. “I can bathe you and work out your muscles.”

“Stop!” he bellowed. “Don’t.. speak that way!” He curved his body over yours. Menacing. A looming presence above you, glaring as you rested your elbows on his thighs and laced your fingers. Not one bit afraid of his intimidation tactics.

“Perhaps I want what you warn me of.”

“Don’t tease me when we cannot be.” Years of torture enunciated each consonant. In pain, but without a wound.

You weren’t teasing him without reason. Obito was easy to rile, and the resulting frustration pushed him to communicate with you. He had no idea how many nights you sobbed yourself to sleep when he so much as refused to give you a single courtesy nod before he left to slay a dragon that had ended the countless lives of Orders from other kingdoms.

There was a high chance that would be the last time you saw him, and he was fine with that all because you told him you were considering marrying the prince and having his children.

“You’ll commit high treason with me, but associating with me in a friendly manor is too far?”

“You don’t want me.” The phrase lacked the conviction it previously held when he denied your advances; a hint of curiosity in his gaze.

“And why wouldn't I?”

He scrunched his face, sputtering bitterness at your deliberate obtuseness, “B-Because. I’m not some royal prince with jewels and money. I have nothing to offer you.”

“Do you think an exchange of goods is required to be friends? Or perhaps you are referring to an exchange of goods to lay with me? I do not require jewels or money for either.” You gave a half-hearted snort at his gaped mouth response and schooled your features before he could spout a lame rebuff about that not being what he meant. “Need I jostle your memory that you were the one to warn me of your intentions first,” you said coyly.

No denial.

“If your father finds me in here..”

“He’s been unresponsive for eight days, counting. His body has been withering away the longer he goes without food and water.” You leaned in to keep your voice down to an excited whisper, eyes wide from the thrill of killing the man destroying your life. “He’ll wake soon according to my calculations, but I’m close, I’m so close to figuring out the right ratios with what I have left.”

Obito’s equally wide eyes gleamed with hope. He spoke quickly in a single breath, “Sasori has more plants for you. He’s suspicious about why I wanted them, but he doesn’t care for the king, either. He swore to me he’s interested in the poisons and your research, and perhaps trading information with you from his birth town.”

“Okay,” you breathed out and nodded. “Okay!” You smiled and leaned in, searching his face for the same reaction, unwittingly intruding on the wall he put up between you. Your faces were as close as a flame to its wick. The fierce curl of his eyelashes batted, breaking the ardent eye contact shyly. His gaze roamed. Down. Down to your parted lips, and he opened his instinctively.

“Now how about that bath before I vomit from your stench.”

He closed his mouth.

No objections.

Next was the maille skirt slung around his hips.

You bowed your face to see the buckles and Obito squirmed at your proximity. Your nimble fingers so close to.. him. All of him. Indecent thoughts raced. He licked his chapped lips, hoping you were less observant of the bulk under his pants.

The skirt jangled. A final click and it coiled on the floor. He jerked his chin away at the sound. Anticipating the teasing remarks about his blatant lust when he wasn’t sure how serious you were about being on the receiving end of his warning--nor how serious he was about fucking his best friend who happened to be a princess who was engaged to another.

But his prayers were answered as far as he could tell. You carried on, blackening your hands with grease, silent in concentration.

Starting on his arms, you grabbed his gauntlet, and for a moment. A shared moment of understanding, his hand grasped yours back. Chafed leather creasing around your fingers. It conveyed much without being unnecessarily spoken. You tugged, and the gauntlet joined the pile strewn about his feet.

He forced his bare hand into a fist.

Switching to the other gauntlet; this one had more scratches and nicks over the knuckles from blocking blows in your namesake. Keeping you safe was hard work. An oath he’d carry for the rest of his life. The eternal punishment of being by your side the only way he was permitted.

He wasn’t worthy of more. It wasn’t in the cards to be more, for it was unlawful for you to wed a commoner. His indenture was served to The Nine, and as their leader, he knew his place in your kingdom. Make advances all you want, give him glimpses into your lavish lifestyle; he’d never be your consort, your husband. That place would be taken in a week's time.

“What’s the sullen look for?” you asked while pulling the chainmaille shirt over his head, cautious not to catch his hair. At what point you removed his pauldrons, vambraces, and chest plate during his existential trance, he wasn’t sure. “Not happy to be home?”

“I’m always happy to be here.” He avoided the word ‘home’. He wished your quarters were his home. Your bed his.

“Obito?” you called his name again.

“Hm?”

“Move your arm.” He flattened it to his side, unaware he had it cutting across his chest to rub at a scar near his ribs. It was his favorite scar, if there was such a thing, because you gave it to him when you were first learning to duel with a sword. He taunted you one too many times, too confident in his towering height and svelte muscles he earned over the summer.

On long, restless nights, he swore it panged.

You were no longer sitting on your heels; you had pushed yourself up to your knees.

He was exposed. No more wall of metal to put between you. No way to protect himself from your roving admiration. And you were equally subjugated to his.

In his time away, Obito outgrew his arming jacket. The ties down the front were strained over his chest. Tanned abs pressed where the battered fabric was joined. The bunny-eared loops threatened to come undone at the steady rise and fall of his breaths. Broken strings from seams hung loose to make room for his bulging shoulders. His biceps stretched the material to its limits.

Inching closer to attain the first tie at his throat, his sudden inhale stilled your movement. Your shuddering exhale chilled his heated skin.

You pinched the end of the strings taut at the same time he reached out. A simple gesture, rolling the fabric of your fluttery sleeve between his index and thumb.

His interest in your night dress brought his lips to hover over your temple. He noticed the position too, when your eyes locked.

Obito jerked away from the intimacy and grappled the underside of his thighs. His eye twitched and you raised a brow at him. Of course he stammered out some pathetic excuse instead of saying what was on his mind.

The first tie unfurled. His Adam’s apple bobbed with a gulp. A swath of trimmed black hairs followed the movement. It amused you more than it should have that he managed the time to shave before returning to the castle. Always finding little ways to charm you.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Only because I’ve seen prey more relaxed than you.”

He clicked his tongue and tried to abide by your advice. Divert the tension bunching his shoulders. Breathe with some regularity. But it was increasingly difficult the lower your attention traveled.

At the last tie over his naval, your fingers dove, sweeping over his torso, opening the jacket to the full display. It dropped to the floor in a cloud of dust.

Your heart skipped a beat for the excess scaring you were ignorant to.

You belly fluttered at the raw infatuation radiating in your core.

Your blood pumped sensing his eyes were on you.

Your mouth watered for the agile frame draped in muscle honed from use. It served him well.

Obito posed to handle his pants alone, and what a fine suggestion you were happy to accede to so you could turn your back on him and stop your drooling.

Grabbing a clay bowl decorated in paintings of roses from the castle’s perennial garden, you carried it to the furnace and filled it with what was left of the hot water simmering on on the flattop while your tub sloshed water over the side, displaced by a man who commanded more room than you. At your vanity, you contemplated your various amber bottles and wellness tinctures, adding them at random to encourage things like healing his wounds and boosting his immune system. The other oils swimming on top were for perfume purposes.

Obito tried his best to hide it, but it was no secret he smelled your hair any chance he got.

You grabbed a clean washcloth and pulled the stool to the side of the tub, bowl in your lap, and dipped the rag in the concoction. Using one of your more luxurious soaps, you rubbed it on the knitted cotton and held it to his face.

Obito made it his sole responsibility to keep the few unpopped bubbles over his modesty. “You don’t have to clean me.”

The cloth blurred in front of his face as you asserted yourself, “I want to.”

He grumbled and surrendered, craning his head as you attacked the filth behind his ears. You dunked the cloth in the bath water near the line dividing the muscles of his pecs, and wrung it out, moving on to his scarred forehead, his nose, his cheeks. All the while he glared at you. At least, that was until you demanded he wash the soap off or else you’d do it for him.

Obito complied. Water dripped from his glower, annoyed you insisted on cleaning every part of him. Ignoring his scorn, you frowned at the state of his hair and considered the translucent layer of soap covering your hands. It wasn’t enough for this filthy man. You squelched the bar right into his scalp.

He sneered at your primping and prodding. But he’d tolerate it because your nails raking through his hair was awfully intoxicating. Euphoric after his long journey. Ceasing his mind of concerns about the future.

Obito’s eyes fluttered closed and his body gave up its fight. He rested his neck against the cold rim of the tub and let you do your thing, work your magic, put him under your hex. Have your fingers search his recollections for the other times you held his head like this.

Like the time he was just a boy and he tripped and fell in the courtyard while playing, scraping his palms, and you ran your fingers through his hair to soothe his crying.

Then as youths when he snuck you down the alleyways of the town’s square so you could observe what life was like outside the castle walls--until you saw one of your father’s guards and forced Obito to duck behind a barrel outside a tavern; your hand on his head to keep him from peeking, waiting out the guard’s snooping.

As teenagers he orchestrated your escape to bring you to the rolling meadows, letting you bask in the sun and fields of flowers for once instead of only appreciating them after they were cut and presented in vases, or boiled and used as oils in your hair. Unfortunately, one of the kingdom’s nurses was there to pick some for medicinal purposes and if she saw you, it would be disastrous.

You had to hide.

Before she could turn, you pushed Obito to the ground and crawled alongside him. Tall grass swayed above your heads. Wind swept loose petals away. You listened. He listened. No sounds of the nurse stomping over to scream at you for leaving the castle. The makeshift refuge worked.

You sighed and rolled onto your back, and he did the same, overlapping your two bodies. After watching the clouds lazily drift across the blue sky, you turned to face him. And he did the same.

His nose brushed yours. Never had you been this close. Never had he been this dauntless to remain steady and not jerk away at the first sign of accidental intimacy.

You didn’t pull away, and neither did he. With half-closed eyes, he watched your hand raise to run your fingers through his hair, ridding him of clumps of pollen. Sunshine highlighted your merriment as the motes scattered to the dark earth around him.

A lingering touch.

A gentle smile.

That’s when the nurse found you.

And Obito was forced to fight in a tournament until he was the last man standing.

“Dunk.”

“What?” Obito broke apart his brain fog to witness an entirely different scene.

“The soap’s about to get in your eyes,” you admonished.

You hovered over him and Obito was vaguely aware you were telling him to do something. Your chiding did nothing but hypnotize him into a stupor, for with every pop of your lips your lackluster clothing left nothing to guess. The bounce of your tits timed with each syllable out of your mouth. Your hardened nipples arrested his thoughts.

Once or twice in the past he helped you lace up a dress. Once or twice he passed by the washing room in your maidens quarters--on the opposite side of the estate from his--to gander at your undergarments. And once or twice.. maybe more than that, a part of him responded to the visions presenting themselves in his head and he touched that part of him. Taking care of a need to rid himself of the pictures so he could concentrate on other tasks, that’s all. That’s all.

Never before today did he think he’d be this close to his temptations, with your tits enticing his lips and your robe slipping forth to grant him an eyeful down the front. This would fuel his lewd fantasies for years to come.

A fascinating contrast of what he imagined you looked like under your layers of dresses, and how you actually did, flaws and all.

It was during his more lascivious ponderings he was jolted from his dreams and his mouth was filled with water.

Bubbles broke the surface. Then his hands shot up, grabbing, splashing, finding purchase on your wrists and digging in until your laughs turned to cries of mercy.

His ire encapsulated the months, months, of being away from you. His bones broken for you. His muscles torn down and reconstructed with each swing of his sword. His anguish at hearing you utter another man’s name.

“You- Gah!” He wiped the stinging water from his eyes using the back of his hand. Yours remained in his firm grip. Droplets clung to the edges of his lashes, glimmering pink from the setting sun. Highlighting his full lips in gold.

You cooed a reply and sank your hands behind his neck. He permitted the unexpected contact, his fingers uncoiling from around your wrists to leave wet trails up your arms, skirting under the fluttery sleeve of your gown to feel your soft, unblemished skin.

He forgot his reason for being upset.

Beads of water crept from his forehead, around his brow bone to his cheek, down to his square jaw, and dripped to his chest. Pecs expanding the width of his frame. Welcoming your head to use them as a pillow.

His strong arms made to hold you. Protect you.

Arms covered in grime.

You snagged the washcloth from where it was stuck behind his shoulder blade and resumed cleaning the displeased man.

Incensed, and so annoyingly turned on by your ruse, Obito folded his legs in the cramped space to help conceal himself. Seeing your drenched negligee due to his accidental--yes, accidental--thrashing wasn’t helping matters.

His night-black eyes examined the creases of your face. The twist of your mouth when you forced his arm up to wash his armpit. Your nostrils flaring at the work. The duty of cleaning his body when he could do it just as well, but you insisted just the same as he insisted on defending you and your kingdom.

Your gaze softened. Doting on him, scrubbing his chest and stomach clean until your soap was whittled to a sliver and he lessened the tension in his muscles resisting you. Finally, he was becoming comfortable around you.

With grace, you kicked the stool to the other end of the tub and tapped his knee, prompting his long, hairy leg out of the water to prop it up on the rim. The assertive move was blessed with a smug grin from him, explicit in his presentation informing you of his ambitions with you here tonight.

Never had he been this stupidly brash. Slaying dragons was one thing, taming you would be another.

His chest swelled with pride, his ego burned his heart, and his eyes narrowed. Watching you. Waiting to see how low you’d go for him. Daring you to feast on the part of him emerging from the water.

He could do it. He could give in for one night. Reconnect with you before your father wakes and the prince takes your hand. If your words were true, you wanted him. And he wanted you.

But a brief ambush of insecurity marred his mood. Turned his smile into a morose flat line. “Have you done this to the prince?”

Your clamant disgust was an easy objection. “No! I haven’t touched him.”

His jaw pulsed. Laying his arms along the curled edge of the bathtub, he gripped the underside, bruising his joints on the unfinished edge. His parched throat squeezed. “Has he touched you?”

The question sparked deep inside your very being. Roaring odious flames to life at the implication. Of not only his wonderment, but the distaste of spitting those words at you.

“No,” you said evenly, “I don’t let him touch me.”

“What about when you are wedded? What will stop a man more powerful than you?”

You arched an eyebrow. “You will.” He inclined his head in confusion and that’s when you sprung the news on him. “I’m promoting you to my personal guard. An order my father can’t revoke once he sees one of them has been sent to the dungeons for insubordination.” He wrestled his leg from your grasp and sat up. Water lapped the walls of the tub.

“What?” he exclaimed, face full of awe. “You’re personal guard,” he repeated the words, quieter, testing them. “You want me by your side.”

“Yes, so you can keep close to me at all times. I’ve been waiting for your arrival to commission you a new set of armor. Gilded, obviously. Paid for by me.”

“I see.” Watch over you in servitude. Not by your side in the way he wished. Your differences crashed around him. A more significant wall barred his entrance. He’d have to guard your door while you produced an heir with a prince. And you had the gall to continue bathing him like this knowledge wouldn’t fucking destroy him. “Is this how you treat someone sworn to protect you? By washing between their toes?”

Your disappointment in his reaction drew a pensive look. “This is how I treat my best friend.”

“Mmm.” The winter breeze was sucked out of the room leaving only the awkward silence to permeate. “Best friend. Favorite guard. Any more charitable titles you wish to grant me, your royal highness?”

“Obito,” you sighed, “would you like me to kill the prince alongside my father? Will that appease you?”

“If he touches you, I’ll kill him myself. My hands around his neck.”

What would normally be an empty threat sounded very real with his deep rasp and brow drawn to obscure his face in inscrutability.

You let the sentiment go. He offered no alternative when you first ran the plan by him, nor did he offer any now. Only his distaste for it. What an infuriating man.

You dipped the rag into the rapidly cooling water in your basin, lathered it, and held it above the only dirty area of him left. A line you left to cross last. Parts of a man you had never seen up close.

The washcloth crinkled with suds. The milky, opaque pink water rippled. You attempted to close the distance.

The little bit of nerve he worked up convincing himself you and him could be a possibility faded at the first sign of your intention, aware it wasn’t a single night he wanted, and partaking in a fling would only end in bloodshed if he had to listen to you moan another man’s name outside your door. “I-I can do it.”

You plopped the rag in his hand and swiveled on your stool, turning your back on him to think over his threat.

Tepid water curled in waves around his moving body. Reaching and cleaning all the nooks and crannies, then going over them again. Lifting his hips to run the washcloth on his underside, making his cock spear forth. It in the foreground, you in the background.

Holding his breath, moving so subtly the water stilled, he sat up and inched closer to you. Your perfect posture. Provoking him to ruin it. Your perfect portrait of poise: shoulders back, chest out, rigid spine, feet crossed and tucked to the side of the stool. And worst of all, your ass spilling over the small seat.

If he were caught right now..

Digit by digit he wrapped his hand around his cock and angled the tip at your maddening hair. Twisted into place with hair pins worth far more than his life.

Once, twice. His fingers slid to the end of his tip.

He had to keep his touches light to preserve his release until he was alone. A brazen taste while you were here and your breasts were present in his mind.

His jaw hung loose; his exhale and inhale a ghost of a thing to keep himself from being noticed. Skin gliding over skin. His core lurching for more. More contact. Your mouth, your hands, your naked body meeting his. A few more. Just a few more pumps of his hand and then he’ll stop-

A desperate grunt of pleasure escaped his dry throat.

You wound your finger in a loose curl hung by your ear. “Do you require assistance?”

Awash in shame, Obito slapped the rag over his cock to weigh it down and slammed his back against the tub--which only worked to draw more attention to himself as water overflowed to the floor and he winced at his sore muscles seizing from the contact.

You raised a suspicious eyebrow at the reddened man. His embarrassment worsened as he followed your line of sight to his hand wrangling the rag over his lap as it fought back, trying to drift away.

He opened his mouth to say anything, lords, anything to dissuade your smirk, but you spoke first.

“You seem tense,” you recited your words from earlier. “Want me to work out your muscles?” The splotchy blush on his chest was the cutest thing.

Not requiring a verbal answer beyond the curt nod of his head, you rose and sauntered to the end of the tub. Tracing the rim as you went, walking your fingers over his shoulder covered in goosebumps. You knelt behind him and he shivered at the amused puff of air from your nose chilling his flushed neck.

“Not so arrogant anymore, hm?” you whispered to the shell of his ear. His muscles jumped, constricted. Not realizing your face was so close. Hairs on his nape stood on end.

You settled your hands on the jutting muscle between his neck and brawny shoulders. “Hard as a rock,” you purred as you dug your thumbs in.

Obito slid his tongue across his teeth in a vain attempt to steer his thoughts elsewhere, and not of his twitching cock. It too was begging for your hands.

In due time, he found himself relaxing into your massage. Rolling his head from side to side, dropping it forward. Instructing you where to touch him.

When he first started his knightly duties, you did niceties such as this for him on occasion. Mostly as an excuse to catch up after he was away from the kingdom, but not in this compromising of a position.

Slowly, his bravery returned. A constantly changing thing around you. One moment he felt desired, the next he reminded himself he could never have you. Then you would all but vocalize your attraction to him and he fought against accepting such an outlandish claim. You said so yourself: Obito was your best friend.

Nothing more.

But he had to admit he hadn’t felt this good in years.

He placed his hand on top of yours to slow your movements and brought them to his chest. His way of testing the waters.

You smoothed yourself to him, draping your arms over his neck, drawing lines on his drying skin. The cold metal tub excited your nipples. Though fleshy sensations paled in comparison to perceptions of the heart.

Ridges of scars tickled your palms.

Tickled your lips.

Obito clamped his jaw tight, smothering his gasp to a hiss. He had half a mind to question you. The other half was occupied.

As you cast your eyes downward to the trail of hair leading to the washcloth, jealousy stung your stomach. Had anyone else seen him this way? He pried into your private life; why not pry into his?

“Do you know a woman’s touch?”

Curse your palm over his heart. The rapid beat increased to concerning levels. Your question settled under his skin. Coursed in his veins.

“No,” he confessed, watching your hands become animated again, massaging the planes of his chest. “The men of The Nine talk, but I’ve never experienced.. that.” A rush, a dumb rush of idiocy overtook him and he was blurting out his knowledge before you judged him, “But Hidan runs his mouth! Really, never shuts up about women, so, I know- stuff about.. that.”

Could a stray arrow put him out of his misery? He didn’t even have anything to prove! You were inexperienced as well.

“And what do you know?” you teased. Your hands went on their own journey over his sensitive flesh, as did your lips. Running your fingernails down his front enjoying the way he squirmed the lower you went. Nipping below his jawbone, savoring his taste, humming over the pulse drumming against your lips.

“Nothing.” The way his voice strained sounded near tears. “I would disappoint you.”

You pulled back to see his pursed lips over his grinding teeth and his eyes pinched closed. Withdrawing your hand from his irresistible muscles, you turned his face to yours. He inhaled sharply and shied from your touch, the creases between his brows deepening. “Why do you deny me?”

“Because I want you.”

“I’m yours.”

“No.” He opened his eyes, brimming with hot rage. “You’re not. You’re promised to a prince and expected to bear his heirs. I’m no one. I’m not worthy of marrying you. I’m expected to guard your door and listen to you shout another man’s name.” He fisted his shaking hands, then unclenched them to pry yours off his face. “My unremarkable birth would sully your name.”

“I’m only marrying the prince to guarantee safety to the kingdom!” you appealed. “As the only child of the king I have to provide an heir to rule after me. What do you suppose I do?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I just don’t want him touching you.”

It seemed you two were at an impasse.

You wiggled out of his grasp and placed your hands on the tub in a huff; looking away from one another, blushing at the silent implications churning in your heads. He sighed, long and hard. You sighed as well.

Were your two pasts so entwined, so haunted, you couldn’t exist together anymore, friendly or otherwise?

And why did his possessiveness over you irk you and excite you all the same?

Your direct question hardly produced a result; you needed a better tactic. One that could end horribly. Or end with you under him. “So, in reference to me screaming his name and having his children and the like, care to teach me how to please a man?”

His throat was painted red in an instant. He was no longer slouching and moping in the tub. No. In a quickfire flash of brilliant showmanship of his agility, your face was stalled between his large palms. His eyes were hardened rocks forged from volcanoes. His tongue was lava, spilling forth to lick his lips. The dangerous flick of a reptile gaining the scent of its prey.

Switched positions. The man craning your neck to hold your gaze was not the shy teenager too afraid to be caught staring at you, too cowardly to hold your hand without an excuse for doing so, too gutless to profess his real feelings for you, loud and clear.

“I will be the only one to touch you.” Observing you, flitting his eyes between yours, he dug his fingers into your jaw and brought your forehead to his. “And you will be the only one to touch me. That’s the deal,” he said with finality.

“A deal?” you whispered, quivering lips being introduced to his for the first time.

Obito stepped out of the tub; your body was guided back. Water spattered the tops of your feet. At your first instinct, he snapped your hips together, keeping your bodies sealed, not allowing you to look lower than his eyes. The shadows stretching across the floor were joined as one.

“I’ll guard your damn door,” he growled. “I’ll guard your fucking door so he can’t enter. Only I can bed you.” His chest heaved, monopolizing the oxygen in the room. He stepped to you and you stepped back. Again. And again. Over and over. Until your ass bumped the edge of your four poster bed. The delicate canopy, made of the same fabric as your negligee, buckled under your weight as he bent you backwards.

Obito swiped the canopy to the side like a feral animal on the hunt for his next meal.

At some point during his advance you had gripped his naked waist, and let go to lift yourself onto the mattress, making your way to the overabundance of pillows as he crawled over you. Stalking you. Caging you in.

You were bewitched by the thirst in his gaze. He was spellbound by yours. And his next words were an incantation you’d abide after years of wistful daydreaming.

“You want heirs?” Your pathetic whimper answered him. He relinquished his reign over your mouth to twist his fingers in your hair, knocking a gold hair pin loose. Bejeweled; the ruby in the rose’s center glinted in the candlelight above your bed. Tugging your hair, he angled your ear to his mouth. His breath, the ragged pant of a predator. His voice, gravelly with lust. He didn’t want either of you to misunderstand or misinterpret the other any longer. “I’ll provide the kingdom with heirs. As many as you want. But they’ll all be mine.”

“Take me,” you pleaded, stroking his upper arms, persuading him closer to hear you all the better. The heat of his torso warmed your front, a blanket of protection. His sworn duty to take care of you. Your body yearned to be taken care of in a different way. “Make me yours.” Eyes fluttering closed, you whispered to the only one who could inspire such vigorous pulses of blood ringing in your ears. “I’ve been waiting.”

The revelation was not lost on Obito. It validated his loyalty to you, and only you.

Irrelevant worries left his body, and you accepted him, enveloping him in a shroud of placid adoration, spreading your fingers in long caresses down his scarred back while he rubbed your scalp in gentle circles with his thumb.

He kissed you with all the care of a best friend exploring a new aspect of their relationship.

It was slow. Tender, patient.

Restrained.

He pursed his lips and kept his mouth closed. A few pecks to test the connection. His tongue, his throbbing cock tucked between your thighs--delicious though it was when you opened your agreeable legs to allow his body between them--that union could wait, for he was reeling with the overflow of endorphins provided by your requited lust.

Visions of the past few years flipped through his head; ones where he yearned for your comfort, and now had the confirmation you did the same.

All the times he was badly injured in battle and your smiling face in his mind’s eye replenished his life force, giving him the stamina needed to take down foes. When his body was covered in mixes of blood and gore and your cheers resonated above all others, telling him he won the tournament.

The few instances he was allowed to escort you in public and your chin was held high in pride, pretending your eyes didn’t slide to his and your girlish giggle wasn’t for him. The way you smoothed your hands down your dress to keep yourself from reaching out to run your knuckles over his shoulder in the presence of your father.

How he knows you’ll be in the astronomy tower’s window when he comes home from quests because it’s the tallest building in the castle and the vantage point to the gates below were equal to no other.

Home.

He came home to you.

Obito broke away to grunt at what was trapping his hand from feeling up your breasts. “Why is this still on?”

“You didn’t take it off,” you replied, shrugging.

“Can I rip it off?”

“No!” You clutched your negligee closed and curled your shoulders in to hide your precious nightgown from the maniac. “It was expensive! And finely tailored! And dyed from last year’s roses!”

“Okay, okay,” he sighed. He mumbled other choice words under his breath while untangling his hand from it and easing your death grip on the thing so he could untie it himself. “I don’t know what I like more. When you lose your eloquence and abandon your snobby accent around me, or when you get so flustered you start sweating and refuse to look me in the eye.”

You wiped your palms on your quilt. “I’m not looking at you because you’re a rude man.” You harrumphed and tried to cross your arms; vexed, realizing he was still occupying the space by undressing you, and griped at the ceiling, splaying yourself like the starfish on your bathroom’s window.

Your exasperation did not last long as his low chuckle flapped the seam of the hand-woven lace over your nipple. The longer he took, the more hyper aware you became of the tiniest sensations that sent an ache between your legs.

The cool silk shifting across your chest as he pulled at the ties. The strings falling and the almost mute sound when they thumped on your sternum. Ghost touches of his fingers. His rapid breath. The weight of his stomach levering your legs open; dampening your garment from the pressure that sent you writhing, bucking your hips to grind on him with all the elegance of.. well, with all the elegance of a woman who has been having orgasms over the thought of this man since she discovered what the bundle of nerves down there could do given some time on a quiet evening.

Obito took the ends of the last tie and pinched it between his fingers and looked at you through his lashes. You nodded. It pulled taut, then loose.

The calm before the storm.

He pushed himself up to his knees and hastened them inward, right up to your ass. Being the singular object of his intense cravings made you greedy. You squeezed your legs around his torso; to which he ran his large hands up your calves, down your thighs, over the pitiful fabric of your nightgown bunched around your hips, and up to the opening he created. The negligee parted in halves. But, frustratingly enough, it still covered you. It was impeding his mouth on your flesh. It needed to be gone.

Groping your ribs, he gathered the negligee tight over your body to reveal your outline. Granting him a chaste peek at your nipples covered in lace. Your innocent face, demure and begging to be ravaged by his cock wrapped in the fabric between your thighs. His grin widened as you bit your lip.

Fed up with his ogling while you laid there a sopping mess, you made to undress yourself, but he stopped you.

“It’s so sheer, there was really no reason for you to wear it in the first place.”

“Hmm.” You pouted your plump bottom lip. “Are you suggesting I should’ve been naked from the start?”

“I am suggesting there is no need to be dressed around me.”

He swooped his hands under the gown and stretched it out to its limits. Your gasp hitched in your throat--he drove his hands upwards, the scalding white hot heat of his touch bringing your blood to a boil; he breezed past your breasts to turn your gulp of air into a pleasurable sputter of his name, and pushed the sleeves from your shoulders.

You were intent on paying attention to the way his body responded to such rampant sexual desire, but you were a bit distraught at his incessant tugging of your lingerie until you arched your back to release the part stuck under you and, suddenly, he was losing his mind, yanking the damned dress from around your ass and tossing it to the floor in a heap while your legs were stuck up straight in the air.

“It’s wet,” you murmured at his leaking tip saluting you.

“For you,” he said faintly.

You looked away from it to glare at his face framed by your feet. “If you broke a single stitch on my nightgown, you’ll-”

He shut you up.

He pushed your legs to the bed, dug his knees in on either side of one, cocksure in his conquest to surprise you, and collapsed on top of you. Leaning on his hip, he shifted his weight to the arm snaked around your head and used his free hand to tip your jaw. Your indignation was smothered by his need.

This kiss was different. Fierce, bruising.

Expelling pent up passion poured from within.

Your lips were coerced open by his teeth nipping for entry. Elation spilled into your mouth. Vibrant jubilation teemed every curl of his tongue on yours. He was hungry. You were a meal.

He deepened it with fond caresses of his thumb along your cheek and fingers combing through your hair. Repeating the motion as his anxiety rose from being touch starved. He pined for you for so long he felt dizzy recognizing this was reality and not a dream when your hand discovered what was prodding you so painfully.

Parting, then reconsidering, you both leaned in to kiss away the string of spit linking you two together; sharing a small laugh at the automatic mirroring, and he stopped lovingly tracing your smile to show you how he touched himself when thinking about you.

“Like this,” he instructed. He guided you over the ridge of scars and muscle that was his abs, letting you relish their sleek lines, down to his cock. Harder than the gemstones in your diadem. Warmer than the blush on your cheeks. “Here.” His hand engulfed yours. One by one, he curled your fingers over his shaft, and moved them up and down.

It twitched in your palm, ecstatic.

He coached you through the pumps. Squeezing your fingers tighter when you reached the head. Using the beads of anticipation swelling from the tip to slick your fingers. He increased the pace, and let go, watching you work him. Watching your hand stoke the heat in his stomach to his chest.

The sounds of you caring for him filled the space between you. Your dainty hand stroking him, his deep breaths, his praises.

He raised his head to fix you with a dark look, brown hair falling to his eyes. A lustful gaze to ensure you knew you were the only woman he wanted. You stared, transfixed, as your thumb slipped over the lipped edge of his cock, coaxing him to his release.

“That feels so.. so fucking good when you do it,” he rasped.

Obito lunged for your mouth. A single lick of your bottom lip and he was in. Deepening it. His thumb prodded your cheek harshly. More. More. He needed more.

An aggressive, dominating kiss.

Making sure your mouth was open, and pliant, and willing to have his tongue make its home there, he moved his hand down. Down. Down to your pathetic grinding against his thigh, seeking any friction to recreate the depraved scenarios in your head.

A firm palm on your mound calmed your fevered state, commanding you into the mattress.

It was time Obito indulged you as you did him.

Where your touches down his chest were refined flutters, his were unskilled pawing at your curves with his calloused hands. Rough skin tickling you as he explored your stomach and hips without sight. Ready to demonstrate he knew how to make you feel good.

He slipped his fingers down your slit and marveled at the strength of your inner thighs.

“So wet,” he murmured on your lips.

“For you,” you responded faintly.

He cracked a smile and you giggled. That giggle soon melted away to pants as he rubbed over your clit to your dripping entrance, and inserted two fingers--quite the experience to slide them in so easily--into you. Two long, dexterous fingers used to gripping swords. Fingers used to dictating others. Now he ruled you into a babbling, submissive, sorry example of a princess.

Rocking his thigh between your legs to open wider and grant him entry, he tested the flesh welcoming his fingers. Hot, pulsing around his digits, begging for him to thrust harder, faster. Or perhaps that was your needy voice keening for more.

“Deep- Ah, deeper!” Your handjob went sloppy as you tried to form coherent sentences and he had the gall to laugh at you. But he did as he was told. He crooked his fingers and continued to match your pace on his cock. Fucking you with his fingers, giving them a preview of what was to come. Coating his hand in your arousal; inserting a third.

It was building the fire, but it was not razing cities to the ground.

“Did Hidan- Did Hidan teach you this?” A tiny bleat in between huffs.

“Uh, well,” he stammered, hummed, and admitted, “yes.” Bravado dissipated from his movements. His thrusts slowed. His ego crumbled, understanding now he knew very little of you, and talked very much.

“This feels good,” you complimented him, kissing the corner of his frown, “but I prefer it here.” You let go of his cock to guide his hand as he did yours. Removing his fingers, leaving you feeling oddly empty, and tracing them up your wet cunt to the pleasure point. “Like this.” It was your turn to instruct him.

Attentive, he watched you circle his fingers on the outside, above where he knew his cock belonged. A part of you so small and unassuming he didn’t feel bad about missing it. And from your mouth-gaping moans and the way your body chased the little swirls it was clear you still wanted him.

“This is how I touch myself when you’re gone,” you whined, then bit your lip.

Hidan didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

“Fuck-” He cut off his cry due to you using your own lube to ease your fingers over his sensitive red head. Levels of eroticism he didn’t know could be reached. Something he didn’t know was an option.

His mouth hovered over yours, moans conveying the information he couldn’t. His hips jerked. Thrusting his cock in your fist. A few pumps down his shaft, then the head. Unbearable, insane bliss tingled his nerves.

“Oh, Goddesses,” you sighed when he applied more pressure to your clit, circling two fingers on either side of it.

“They’re not here. Only me.”

“Obito.” You waited until he looked at the annoyed twist of your mouth. “Your tongue would be better served- here-” you croaked out the last part. He attempted to quiet you with increased attention on your clit, but you persevered, arching your back to bring your tits to his focus.

No need to indicate further. He descended, mouth open, and tongue wicked.

It was unfair how he used the same technique as his fingers to swirl his tongue over your nipple.

And it was unfair how seeing you tremble under him in ecstasy brought him to the edge when he’d hardly started.

“Sorry, I..” Obito stopped his affections like a cold splash of water. He wrested his cock from you to save himself and sat up, scrambling between your legs to glare at it in his hand as if it betrayed him. “Can I, well,” he fought for the right words, “move you how I like?”

Eyes wide in shock and a bit wary at his heel-turn, you nodded once. “Sure?” As long as it wasn’t something akin to the braided loaves served at dinner, you’d be fine.

He grabbed your ankles and hiked your legs up in the air, situated them around his shoulders, and widened his stance to line himself up. “I kind of liked this earlier..”

“I liked it too,” you said, smiling up at his tanned body towering above you, glancing at his fingertips probing dimples in the soft flesh of your legs in an effort to hold himself back.

Confident he stopped himself seconds from busting on you instead of in you, he smiled back and urged his tip in, looking to you for assurance. The emptiness he left behind welcomed his warm length, stretching you.

“Slower,” you grimaced.

He listened. Easing into you. Filling you. Until there was nothing left but the throb of his cock and the clench of your pussy. Soaking, hot.

His exhale came as a whistle. “Fawning over your Knight Commander for years when you knew you were not allowed to lay with him, only a prince, and now you accept him so docilely.” He kissed your ankle with a crooked slant of his lips and judgemental, narrowed eyes. “Unacceptable for royalty.”

“Are you reciting a report or are you bestowing me a son?” you retorted weakly. Through his mindless diatribe, he’d begun his rutting. The quilt in your grip went damp. A mist of sweat dotted your brow. Taking him, all of him, was difficult.

“Slower,” you gritted out again, unaccustomed to his girth.

Locking his gaze on your pinched face, he drew his hips back, trembling at the sensation of his tip dragging along your walls, then sealed your bodies together. Each thrust took seconds off your life. It was too slow. Agonizing. He had to have been doing this on purpose to annoy you.

You sank your head to the pillows and lamented to the ceiling about not meaning to go that slow. He clicked his tongue at your dramatics. Then he viewed it a different way.

...Obito loved a challenge.

Hooking his hands under your knees, he took a moment to admire your heaving chest before folding you in half, pinning your knees to your shoulders. His broad, ominous shadow doused your instigation. A positively sinister smirk stretched to his ears at your distraught gulp of air.

“The princess doesn’t like it when I go slow? She wants her heirs now, huh?” Harder, ramming into you; fast but choppy, refusing his cock the opportunity to slip out. No, he was close and you needed all of his seed. His balls ached to fulfill your every wish.

Seeing stars, the little that you could articulate was interrupted cries requesting he fuck you with everything he had. “F-Fill me!” As if he wasn’t after you baited each other for years.

You wanted his cock this badly?

You earned it.

Sputtering variations of his name he didn’t know were possible to sound so alluring, your breaths were reduced to huffs at his punishing pace. Relentless; pounding you into the mattress. The candle flickered strips of umbra on his scars, highlighting his prideful visage mocking your disheveled state.

Try as he might to come across as a dominating and detached bastard; he kept his hands on you lax, and eyes soft, attentive in case he hurt you. Details that bespoke of the man you always knew. The ruggedly handsome knight, teetering on the edge of laughing at the comical clap of your skin when he slammed his hips to your ass while simultaneously forfeiting cognitive function due to the way your eyebrows rose in delight and your hair pins fanned about your pillows.

Elated that he was ruining his princess. Overcome with joy at defiling his queen.

“You’re mine,” he rasped. “Only mine. Do you hear me?” You nodded, your fingernails puncturing his sculpted thighs. “My children.” He thrusted. “My kingdom,” he gasped. “My legacy.”

His composure shattered.

Crashing, clumsy in his way of letting your legs fall away as he broke; the need to have his arms around you, under your head, to hold you still while he fucked you dizzy overwhelmed him.

Unchained, uncontrolled.

Rocking his hips like the thunderous gallop of a wild stallion. Fingers wringing the decorative tassels on your pillows. Biting back the growl arising in his throat. Coalescing all the tension and stress in his body into one lightning strike of exhilarating release.

Like ocean waves curling at their apex to collide on the sandy shore; his throbbing cock spilled into you.

Echoes droned in your ear. Exquisite groans of your name over the sound of you praising his.

It was unbecoming of a man how he whined when you constricted your legs around his back, compelling him to bottom out and push his oversensitive cock to its very limit. Draining him. Overflowing your pussy with a final quiver.

“You take my cock so well, princess.” His breath caressed your neck with more affirmations. You were his perfect girl, able to take his shameless passion and make him feel so cherished with his name on your lips as you lost your doe-eyed innocence to him

Obito nuzzled his nose along your jaw and ran his knuckles over your cheek while you wound your fingers through his hair to massage his scalp. Holding each other, keeping his cock buried in you, making certain you got every last drop of cum before pulling out.

Eyes sliding closed in his languid condition, he rolled to his side and heaved a grunt not unlike when he was the victor in combat and gestured, “Come here.” Giggling, you obliged, and laid your cheek on his sticky chest. Joining your legs in a long tangle. Listening to his heart beat for you as the sweat dried on your bodies.

The ritualistic act didn’t last long, not nearly as long as the adults in your life fluffed it up to be--the way they spoke of it painted it in a light of a rite of passage meant for your husband while you laid there and muttered platitudes, niceties about fuck knows what, with a stranger. Telling you you had to dress and lay a particular way to maximize his attraction to you, to keep him interested. A mere barren womb presented to him on your wedding night.

They didn’t warn you it would sting at first.

Nor did they warn you about the palpable energy radiating between you when he pressed his forehead to yours and kissed your palm cupping his jaw.

The intensity of his gaze zeroing in on you, and the clawing in your core when he could no longer keep his eyes open due to the endorphins you caused him. The pure bliss of his hands on you, charged with an undercurrent of long-sought comfort, burrowing himself in the emptiness he left in your heart when he forsook you and your future to the prince.

Those hands having their way with you. That a man would care about pleasuring you before the act started. And that during, it was mechanically possible for his thrusts to coast over your clit, and along with his cock hitting spots inside you you’ve never reached, it was heartrending your teachers would deny such a connection existed.

You were a barren womb.

And yet, it was different when Obito announced his intent to fill it. He held you to the high esteem of rare valuables. He touched you with the trained caution of testing a sword’s sharpened edge. Years of agonizing over multitudes of unspoken feelings rushed into you at his climax.

“Touch me, please.” You looked up at him, startled at the weakness in his voice. Battle-hardened, rigorous, and cold--that was how you knew Obito the last four years.

But laying in your bed, your body cocooning his, he let down his guard. The vulnerability in his stare, open for you to read and appreciate. This was how you knew him prior to The Nine. When he was too young to think better of expressing himself. Before the harsh world lashed him and then humiliated him for licking his wounds.

“No one’s ever touched me like this, and now that I know it, I fear I won’t be able to give it up.”

Empathetic at the tremble underlining his words and the urgency of his frantic search of your face; you assuaged his panic by giving him what he wanted. Touches, glory, a throne, the world. Whatever he requested in content sighs or complete silence. It was his. You would spoil this man and his unyielding devotion to you. “There’s nothing to fear,” you whispered. “Until the end of time, there is nothing to fear.”

One of your arms was trapped between your chests, only granting you the ability to fan your fingers and brush them across his ribs, while your other roamed to the crown of his head. You worked your fingers in rows, circling them with more purpose, deeper, determined to rid him of the averse glint in his eyes to rather one of cautious optimism.

A long silence followed. Another hour, minute, second of ignoring the deep-seated hurt of your pending betrothal and his subsequent desertion festered.

For Obito, he was unsure if he had a right to your friendship after all the trouble he caused you. Did he deserve such luxuries? Even as your childhood friend he brought your father’s fury upon you by sneaking you out of the kingdom, and not once--never a single time--did you give him Obito’s name. Never did you blame him. But it wasn’t enough.

Obito couldn’t stop himself from overstepping his boundaries. And his intentions were not as discreet as he hoped.

It wasn’t until he was caught in the meadow with you did your father have his suspicions confirmed.

Obito’s bicep flexed under your neck and his hips turned to bring your head to the crook of his shoulder so he could wrap his arms around you and complete your lover’s embrace.

Tucking your nose to the warmth of his throat, you favored his collarbone in light kisses. Your knuckles outlined his temple, swept the length of his jaw to his chin, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, and tracing his bottom lip. Chapped, yes, but luscious and wanted it to be yours.

He leaned into your touches. Your body cuddled around him. Safe. Exactly the conditions he needed to let go.

Pressing harder, emitting a rumble in his chest not unlike the purr of a fat, lazy cat; Obito let down the last wall. Reveling in his best, and worst, memory. He put his nose to your hair and inhaled.

The meadow.

On the cusp of adulthood, during a dim evening at the start of Spring four years ago, Obito returned from a quest. Your father was healthy then, so his only glimpse of you was a wisp of a wave in the window of the astronomy tower and a sly grin when passing one of the dark halls on the way to the king’s throne room. He wasn’t sure if you could tell he was smiling under his helmet, but you beamed when he looked in your direction.

The quest was meager. Hardly worth sending a knight for the task, but as of the last year or so, he was sent away from the kingdom more often than not. He didn’t need you to tell him it was because your father had a watchful eye on his only daughter and heard whispers of her wandering attention and lovesick gazes. It was apparent in his hatred as he looked down upon Obito and sentenced him to mind-numbing tasks to keep him away from you, a week here, a week there.

Bored out of his mind, Obito gave his report, and waited for his next summons to work in the crop fields, or fix a wheel on a broken carriage for an elderly lady somewhere, or truly, whatever the king could bullshit his way through to send him off.

Then he was sucker punched. Blindsided by the king’s cruelty.

Obito slammed his helmet over his head, bowed, and strode out the room, appearing stoic and put together. The armor worked to protect his bones as much as it concealed the seething rage straining his muscles and wetting his eyes. His newest quest would send him away for the next year at best.

An entire fucking year.

An entire fucking year without you.

He marched past the guards of the grand entry doors of the castle out to the midnight blue sky casting the world in bleak blackness despite the star’s shine.

Sharp rocks slid under his boots, stabbed at his feet through the hole in the heel. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care. A singular goal drove him to the road leading out the gates and he turned, hope burning streaks down his cheeks, crushing the air from his lungs. Praying to any entity. Willing a sign from you would await him.

In the astronomy tower an oil lamp dimmed and reignited once, twice, thrice. Obito nodded to himself and resumed his heavy tread to the barracks.

For tonight, he could bathe, clean his armor, sharpen his sword, eat, puke up his food from anxiety, and stare at the wall while his consciousness warred.

Three bells past morning prayer, he found himself weaving through the castle’s unlit corridors, favoring the secret passages he knew as well as the stale bread in his hand he pilfered from the breakfast table. Or the actual back of his hand. Or the hole in his sleeve.

He ran his fingertips along the wall, tracing the chipped stones, and took a left. At the end of the tunnel was your oil lamp, raised and growing in strength to unveil your happy face when he neared.

“Obito!” you whisper-cheered his name and deposed the lamp on an empty sconce to throw your arms around him.

Under his tunic, his muscles went rigid at the expected affection. The hug was granted to him easily, your fondness leading you to his body without a second thought, and he did his best to copy your enthusiasm.

He processed everything sluggishly. When he blinked, his dry eyes stung. His arms didn’t match your strength, limply curling around your waist. His mouth, dehydrated from the bread. It was your hair tickling his stubble that roused him from his languor.

He ducked his chin to rest atop your head. The floral scent brought him some life, and some wit. “I don’t have much time. I have to leave by the sixth bell tonight.”

You slanted back and faltered, “Not even a full day’s rest?”

“Afraid not, my lady.” Obito overcame his weakness of being near you to move his hands from your back to your elbows and stepped away to put some distance between you two.

His misery slackened his features while yours were scrunched in confusion. “Are you for certain? I can ask my father to..” Meekly, you tapered off and muttered, “Nevermind.. Best not to worry him about you.”

Obito hummed a chastising agreement through his nose at your momentary naivety. “Want me to take you out while I’m here? I know a way we can leave the walls of the town this time.”

You brightened; your squeal of excitement echoing down the hall. “I dressed down in case you’d suggest it!” You twirled in your least festive gown. A flowing white dress with a bodice dyed solid red and stitched to perfection.

“Dressing down,” he repeated, his despondent mood for a fleeting wink at your silliness, allowing him to offer you a small smile not reaching his far-away gaze. “Off to it, then.”

You shot your hand out, awaiting for him to take it. To lead you. To feel your fingers entwine. But it was left suspended in the air. He didn’t take it. The passageway swallowed his trudging footsteps.

Affronted, you wiped it on your dress and extinguished the light, hurrying your pace to fall in line behind him. Silent. Ignorant to the quandaries fatiguing his mind, body, and spirit.

The meadow.

A harbinger of peace too beautiful to corrupt.

A waving sea of lush grass speckled in prismatic wild flowers. Pastures housing the first butterfly hatchlings of the season. Hills of meandering rogue cows ignoring the high pitched whistle of the farmer boy trying to corral them. A field of imagination for the small group of girls picking yellow buttercups.

And a medicine woman dressed in black dredging through the lanky weeds for a particular strain.

“Shit,” Obito breathed. Your hand was already on his, your grip becoming death to his wrist when you yanked his paralyzed body to the grass. He didn’t speak up, nor protest. You both held your breath until you couldn’t and deflated to the ground.

“That was close,”

“Mhm,” you said, nodding your cheek into the soil. “How long until she leaves, you think?”

Obito surveyed their hiding spot. Flowers swayed in the wind above your heads. The blue dome of the sky stretched further than you were permitted to venture. Clouds sailed the wide expanse. “This will do,” he mumbled under his breath, then added, “It’s not frolicking, but we can enjoy our time here, nevertheless.”

Concurring, you rolled over.

That is, until your shoulder bumped something. Feeling out, you laid your arm along his. He turned his knee to better accommodate your leg resting between his legs.

Giddy embarrassment widened your eyes--which were trained on the clouds, rejecting the modicum burst of curiosity to look over at him--and he did the same. Rebuking the idea of doing as little as talking to you. Not until his heart unclogged itself from his throat.

To pass the time, you pointed out insects climbing the flowers surrounding you, giving their scientific names while butterflies passed in search of nectar, all in order to impress Obito. A fruitless endeavor. He acknowledged you in hums and grunts to show he was listening, though not thoroughly engaged.

Most of his focus was on other aspects of your first date. Your fingers tracing the edge of his long sleeve, tucking them inside the hem to absentmindedly run them over the thin skin on his wrist above his pulse. The micro adjustments of your thigh, flexing on top his occasionally. Your voice lulling him into a state of solace. The oils in your hair mingling with their inspirations.

He was ready.

He was prepared to say it out loud.

Obito faced you at the same time you faced him, grazing your noses. Your instantaneous toothy grin convinced him there was no evil in this world. Or perhaps, nothing else at all. Only you, and only him. No meadow. No cattle, no farmer boy, no nurse, no gaggle of girls chanting rhymes while linking arms and skipping in circles. Only you. Only him.

Acting in a way that came natural to you; you took care of him, dusting the motes of pollen out of his hair.

He was sure they should all be gone by now, but you kept stroking your nails against his scalp. Beholding him through half-closed eyes. Lashes fluttering like the orange butterfly’s wings beating on the pink snapdragon just over yonder.

Obito was ready.

Seared for the rest of eternity was the scene where his adrenaline raced from the pit of his stomach to detain his heart. Each beat was a careful cultivation of fear of rejection, knowing he wasn’t qualified to play the part, and the young optimism of dreaming you saw him for who he was and would accept him, regardless of the laws of the land.

His hand came up to your cheek and brushed the dirt away; his thumb kept moving, kept caressing, cupping your jaw, running it to your chin and leaving it there for his finger to hook under and lift your face up. His forehead nudged your temple, and he traced your lips with his eyes.

On a shaky breath, he tried, but nothing came out. Patiently, you waited, eyebrows rising the longer he struggled to speak.

He switched his fixation from your lips to meet your kind gaze and swallowed thickly. His self-worth was riding on this one admittance, this one confession that could change his life. Nothing would be the same after he uttered those words.

Obito squeezed his eyes closed so he wouldn't see your disappointment. Grit his teeth so the pain concentrated there. Fisted your hair so he could smash his skull against yours, keeping you from viewing his hurt. Let the blood rush to his ears so your denial would have to fight to be heard.

His lips parted. At the junction of yours. Chapped on silk.

Breathe in, hold it. And out.

“I love you-”

“-Found you!”

Ripped away, reeled from the safety of the flushed grass shaped from two human bodies, you were torn from him like a field mouse in the claws of a hawk. The nurse’s strangle hold on your arm twisted backwards, wracking your body in bouts of agony at the sickening crack from your shoulder. Flowers were crushed in her stead and from under your bare feet as she dragged you in the direction of the castle; the hulking gray tribulation.

The girls stopped their playing and cowered.

Obito scrambled, tripped. His arm outstretched to you. His fingers spread wide, the figures of you clutching your head and the snarling nurse heaving you by your hair waving through slanted shafts of sunset.

He gave up.

He was useless.

He could feel your warmth on his hand from seconds ago. He retracted it, placing his palm over his heart, and his body slumped to the earth.

A daisy in the forefront, your screams in the background.

It was that night Obito was summoned to the throne room and given his fate worse than a year away from you. To duel in the tournament.

Expected to bleed out in the mud of the arena while you watched.

Or die in the line of duty by being thrusted into the position of leader of The Nine, premature and inexperienced.

“..ito?”

Obito recoiled at your touch, a gentle shake of his shoulder. You jerked back, wary of his darting eyes and panting, and asked him if he was alright while he pried his clammy hands off you.

“Did you fall asleep?”

“I.. Yes, a nightmare,” he spoke over his hammering heart. “Recoverable.” He wiped the cold sweat from his brow on your decorative pillow. The candles above your bed lit your coy expression.

“Dreams tend to be temporary afflictions, yes.”

He looked at you for a long moment. Looked, stared, considered something in his head. The tightness around his eyes lessened. The downturn of his mouth lifted. You blinked.

In that blink you were tucked safely into his palms. He was kissing you. Hard. Making up for the years he couldn’t be there for you. Apologizing for all the trouble his affinity for you caused.

His thumbs worked on your cheeks to soothe the wrinkles around your mouth from concern. Fingers brushed your jaw. The smell of your hair reminded him this wasn’t a dream.

This is what you did for Obito, take care of him without trying. Your natural ability. It was always you who drove him to win. Pushed him to achieve. Rotating nights between sleep and awake because the fantasies of a small wedding and a modest family deluded him to where he was today.

Grueling days spent hacking away at enemies only to set up a campfire for the night and pretend the heat belonged to your arms around him. Survival meant some day he’d feel the real thing. Hallucinations of meager hugs between friends kept him alive.

The desperation in his rough kisses reminded you why you risked your livelihood to meet him in secret. The catalyst for why you defied your father and risked a sentence of Hysteria to make Obito happy. Anything to make him smile so freely like he did when you were children.

“I apologize for worrying you, my lady.”

“I accept apologies in the form of dresses, jewels, or groveling at my feet.” You smirked. “Which will you present to me?”

“I thought you disliked the idea of extravagances in exchange for your favor?” he asked. “I’ll offer you something else in its stead. A long life of doting on you, that is what I’ll give you. Does that sound reasonable for my princess?”

Absorbed by his offer, nerves fluttering in delight, you channeled your glee into running a knuckle along the soft tissue under his chin, down the length of his neck to his Adam’s apple, and the sultry moan he released had you nibbling at his bottom lip for more. “That sounds perfect,” you gushed.

The last bell of the night tolled as you shared several fervorous kisses. Flowing from gallant wantonness to fulfilling a yearning present since you were of age to learn what you felt for each other was inappropriate given your positions.

Laying proclaim to your favorite feather-stuffed pillow, you declared your intent to sleep and turned over, curving your body to fit in the hollow of his. His growing chest pushed against your shoulder blades, his stomach filled the dip in your lower back, unabashedly putting his nose to your hair.

“Poor smitten man,” you laughed. “I put the same oils in your water. You smell like me too, you know.”

“It’s different when it’s on you.” He inhaled deep. “Let me have my vices, woman.”

The winter night had little effect on your exposed nude self. His warmth was inescapable, stronger than a pyre. Rendering your quilt useless.

“Can you be my finest knight in waiting- Ow.” You rubbed the spot he pinched on your arm. “-and blow out the candles for me?”

Lumbering to a seated position, regretful at the profound pang when he left your side, he stretched his body thin to hook his hand on the shelf and pull himself up to blow the pillar candle out. Night wrapped its spindly fingers around his torso. Creating sharp cuts of pebbled flesh calling out for body heat, a comfort new to him and old all the same. He reached for the next one in the line, but a distraction presented itself.

Your body. Glowing radiant under the diminutive light. Curve after curve. Peaks of your breasts down to your ass, a tantalizing presentation of femininity. Hills and valleys surely made for him, he fit in them so well.

The sway of your stomach at each breath.

His fingers went numb. Arm tingling. Paused in its extension for the candle.

The flame was forgotten.

Obito’s arm slipped under your neck, his knees nestled into the vacancy behind yours, draping himself over your curves. Running his hand over your waist. Rubbing circles. Entranced at the possibilities of his future.

He put his face to the crook of your neck, lips grazing your salty skin, yearning croaking his words, “Can’t wait for your belly to swell with my child.” Gathering you in his palm he could almost picture it.

“Looking forward to it as well,” you drawled from the inbetween stages of consciousness, mind escaping to planes of melatonin abyss. Swimming through scenes of the past, present, visions of eventuality. You curled your fingers around his index tracing over your womb and squeezed, then let go once he squeezed back, mumbling about the late night.

His indulgences couldn’t be dissuaded so easily. He wanted it to happen now. For his child to be here. To meet them. To become what he never knew.. a father. He encompassed your belly in one hand. Buried his face in your hair. Closed his eyes. Invoking his imagination to scenarios he didn’t divulge in over the last four years.

“My child.. When you’re pregnant with my child, I’ll wait on you hand and foot. Give you whatever I can. Treat you well..” His throat cinched tight. Possibilities that ran amuck in his head prior to the meadow. “Seeing your body change. Gods.. Growing something we created.”

“Obito,” you crooned. “There’s my soft Obito.” You searched behind you and found his temple to console him in long, lethargic swipes of your thumb to the best of your drowsy ability. “You’ll be a wonderful father.”

Overcome with emotion. Your words a thoughtful gesture. So easy for you to utter them. To grace him with his idyllic fantasy. Granting his wishes, one after the other. His next moves were instinct; to scoop you up into him, his exploring moving upwards, originally with the intent to eliminate the minuscule distance between you two--a hairsbreadth--but his compulsions lead his hands over your breasts. Rough fingertips skimming your nipples.

Suddenly, the eight bells signifying your bedtime were inconsequential.

Your hard nipples gave him a second wind.

“The evidence of my climax resides within you, but I didn’t give you the same reaction, did I?”

“Are you asking if I had an orgasm?” you guessed, twisting your upper body and arching your back. Giving him access to your breasts while temping his cock between your ass cheeks. Eyes still half-closed in lust and sleep.

His ears reddened and he stammered at your candor, “Yes.. The evidence of me having one of those is obvious, so, I’m.. just asking..”

“My sweet Obito,” you mocked, taking the opportunity to appear kittenish and run a finger over the pale scar cutting across his cheek, as rosy as a freshly budded poppy. “I didn’t have one.. but I could.”

Scarcely had you seen his personality switch in the snap of your fingers, or a suggestion on your lips. From a mask of indifference to free-feeling joy. Joy you’d seen once a year, perchance, when you were still juveniles during Yuletide; when his earthly woes evanesced like a steam on a hot drink during winter. He wasn’t an orphan, a guard, a knight, leader of The Nine, and you weren’t a princess, nor your father the king. On this one day you were all equals under the eye of the solstice God. A night of freedom to wander the streets and find Obito in an empty alleyway and gift him a homemade present. It didn’t matter how small, elaborate, or expensive it was to make that year, or when you burnt the cookies you worked on all day. He feasted on them as if he’d been starving for weeks.

The same ferocity he used to attack your neck now.

Suckling on the tender flesh under your ear, running his teeth over it, nipping. You craned away to afford him all the room to satisfy his appetite. Presenting yourself as he mounted you, his weight inhibiting your wriggling, his hips constraining his erection to rest on your clit, but forbade you from seeking relief.

“Obi-” you groaned. A small hum buzzing your skin against his viscous mouth answered. He traveled lower. Lines of his kisses left rapidly bruising marks. Those sinful teeth experimented with pressure, sharp canines dining, and then a cooling lap of his tongue as an apology to the tears in the corner of your eyes.

Your limbs captured him. Your arms secure over the packed muscles shifting on his back. Your hands in his hair. Your legs hooking around his in effort to catch him unawares and reap the length of his cock while you arched your hips in the infinitesimal room he granted you.

Obito put an end to your rebellion. “You are always in charge,” he said, lips grazing the hollow of your clavicle. “I’m taking control.” More beautiful words had not been spoken. No language more sensual than that rolling off his tongue.

The warmth of him slid away, permitting your clit an enviable respite and the resilience to keep going.

“These will swell with milk too,” Obito purred, cupping your breasts and bouncing them lightly. Subject to his complete attention, his complete arousal, his innate human desire to create another lended itself into a shared myotopic rush of adrenaline, passing an agreeable nature into your veins. An alacrity to do anything for him. His amenability to do anything for you.

Bless the Goddesses listening to the obscene lapping of Obito’s immoral tongue on your breast.

“Ahh,” a long, drawn out, airy moan flowed forth, weaving between your ample cleavage pushed together by his palms. He nipped once at the thin skin above your areola, smiling impishly. Then he honored your whines.

Born a forgotten bastard with a hidden virility in his stare. Decades of yearning kept quiet. He licked his ignoble lips and sealed his mouth to your nipple and sucked. Curling the tip of his tongue around the accumulation of nerve endings, aroused, erect, responding to his advances. Oh, how he wanted to know all the pleasure points on your body. To play with them all at once and have your moans be heard by the guards outside your room.

At such a raunchy thought, Obito had another grand idea.

“Open.” You peeked an eye open to see what he was talking about. His fingers.. hovering over your lips. Two. The two that were in you earlier. “Open,” he commanded, harsher, air cooling the spit on your nipple.

Dry lips. Parched. Saliva thick. Dry as the dirt your floor-length skirts kicked up when teaching Obito how to dance in the storage closet next to the kitchen one summer when you were children.

Your dry lips hesitated to part, then submitted at the behest of his smooth nails gliding across them. Prodding them. Hinging your mouth open.

“Wet them for me, princess.”

You detested most of the men who spoke to you, but this one could ask you to bend over backwards and shoot an apple off a pig’s head if it meant he would ultimately desecrate you.

No order was too big an ask. You’d perform them all.

You curled your tongue around, over, under, learning his finger prints. The thickened skin from use, the scars, the twitch of his tendons when you separated them to suck on his fingers one at a time as he did your nipples.

Sated, he receded. Fingers shining wet, aglow in the red candle flaming above your bed.

Having only one mouth, he trailed his fingers down your chest, leaving slick lines, and taunted your lonely nipple with a single brush, still suckling the other flushed and swollen at his perversions. Tingling flesh anticipating the dual motions.

Then he surprised you.

He stuffed his fingers in his mouth and added to the wetness. Cupping your unattended breast to lift the lonesome nipple to his lips, he raised his face to watch you closely.

He wedged his arm between your bodies. Flattened his palm to your mound. Fingers seeking the warm flesh tucked between the apex of your thighs. He caved in and gave you what you wanted.

Your hips jerked. His fingers traced your cunt. Your hands had left his hair ages ago to snatch the quilt in your death grip to allay your crass bays of approval. And yet, he circled, circled, circled around your clit. Teasing the pool of want coating your legs. Need lacing your whimpers. The cry in your steeled muscles, aching for it.

“My princess requests my fingers, does she? My cock as well?”

“Yes!” you bellowed. “Please give me- Give me both!”

“So greedy and high maintenance, clamoring for all of me.”

“Please,” you whined, breathless, for all the air dashed from your lungs as the single fingerpad edged over your hood to the bundle of nerves. Pulled it back. Two fingers ran the length on either side. Closing in. Rubbing in patterns at his laggard pace.

“So gorgeous when you say my name.”

You weren’t aware you were talking--or rather, babbling--nor releasing sounds of pleasure whilst fidgeting with the quilt. Arching, convulsing, grinding his hand and surging forth under his tongue. The orchestra of sensations wore on every fiber of your being, rendering them threadbare. Unraveling you. Entertaining the man who dipped his fingers to cover them in your mix of fluids and use it to stir the pressure in your core to unrelenting pulses.

Obito’s face lustered with sweat, but no task was too laborious, especially if it ended with you coming for him.

Your breathing changed, short and sweet pants, and Obito noticed this along with your thighs tensing around his hand. Fuel for another devilish act.

“I’m going to move you how I like.” He didn’t ask permission this time, instead leaving you cold and confused at the abrupt loss of his body. You waited, motionless, while he switched to laying on his side next to you and rolled you to your side, but away from him.

He grasped your inner thigh and tossed your leg over his hip, opening you wide, your needy cunt chilly in the night air. The arm under your neck crooked up and your back curved--you the bow, him the arrow--bringing your nipple to his clever hand. After roaming the dip in your waist, he dove down to what was pressed against your entrance.

“So wet for your knight’s cock,” he mused in your ear, lightly pinching your nipple and plunging forth his hips to coat himself in the mess between your legs.

“You know I’ve wanted you.. wanted you for so long,” you said between huffs, cheek pressed to the pillow. He thrusted, guiding his slick head over your clit. “Give it to me! Make me come,” you begged.

He would never want to disobey his future queen.

Obito sank into you, pushing himself to his limit, and stopped. Your pussy embraced him. Twitching along his shaft. Even more so when his fingers returned to their rightful place; your clit. Such a wonderful feeling, when you tightened around him. The involuntary shudders massaging him.

The lovebites, mixed with praise and degradation, continued while he bent you to his will. Tweaking your nipple. Kneading your clit. And lazily rocking his hips into you, swaying your bodies in tandem. “My perfect girl, taking me like that.”

His murmurs in your ear. Goosebumps prickling your flushed body, overloading on senses, feeling the faintest brush of the canopy at your feet. The harsh quilt on your overworked skin, rubbing back and forth as he fucked you slowly. The delicious pressure on your clit. The grunt of effort at your shoulder followed by harsh kisses.

“I..!” The clench of your pussy around his cock stole your words. He picked up his pace, pumping gently at first, keeping himself under control. Barely. “I’m-” you gasped, “just-” You let go of your pillow--not sure when you started clutching onto it for dear life--and placed your hand over his, adjusting his fingers, straining yours over his, rubbing up and down. Faster. Faster. Gushing on his cock.

His palm eclipsed your breast, latching on, unable to keep himself back. A swift cant of his hips. Plowing deeper, deeper. Fucking you with all his strength from the sideways position. Groaning as you gripped him. Tighter. Tighter.

You bit your lip to stifle your moans.

Then the pressure in your core piqued.

You let go of every social grace you knew.

You screamed his name, putting vigor behind something you’ve said hundreds of times, and thought thousands more.

“Please, Obito!”

A single stroke, that’s all it took for you to erupt. Your body seized, jerked, quaked under his touch. Lustful curses raced past your devout lips. Crying his name to your pillow as you both administered your pleasure, overstimulating you through your climax until you could have no more; shivering, curling to his nefarious fingers, knowing he was smirking as you came for him.

“Oh, fuck-” he said suddenly, hunkering his forehead to your shoulder.

“Oh, Gods-” you said due to his frantic pounding shoving you.

He snatched his hand away from your cunt to clamp onto your hip, keeping you steady. Rocking you away and snapping you in, his hold painful. You wove your fingers through his hair, tugging it lightly, and moaning for him to fill you with his cum.

The last of your orgasm fluttered around his aching cock. The swollen head throbbed.

Two shaky thrusts later, he poured his offering into you like a deity in a single prolonged shuddering breath down your spine.

As his body went limp, he adjusted his softening cock out of the way, and you stayed snuggled together, eyes closed. Resting in the hushed calm of midnight. Bodies fit together as you left them; legs interlaced, him draped over you protectively, one of your hands clasped to his meaty forearm covering your breasts, the other fanning his hair. He kissed your shoulder in a laxed manner and grounded himself by cherishing your stomach in sleepy strokes. A smug smile carved his face at the prospect of having an heir on your father’s throne.

You broke his self-important daydreaming to question him, “Where did you learn this position? I don’t recall reading it in a book nor seeing it in a painting.”

His smirk against your neck vanished. “Hidan,” he muttered.

“Hidan!” you guffawed. “Hidan spoke of this position, with the woman’s orgasm and all?”

“No, only the man’s pleasure.” You ‘ahh’d. “The rest was improvised by me.”

“Hmm,” you approved. “So it seems you learned something from Hidan, afterall.”

Obito’s ire was at your ear, “If you dare tell him I took his advice..”

“I know not what you speak of,” you said, inspecting your chipped nail in the candlelight--presumed from removing his armor earlier, and continued, “I have no relations with The Nine.”

“I know you sneak down there looking for me and stay to trade words with Konan.”

“How did you-? Did she-” Your agitation was interrupted.

A heavy knock at your door, four times. Plated knuckles on solid wood.

“Your lady!” the voice paused. The sound of feet shuffling on the cobblestone outside, then he rapped his knuckles again. “Your lady, I have come to escort you to your father’s study!” The wheezing instancy in his words led you to believe he ran here across the length of the castle to summon you. Concluding what you predicted is coming to pass a few days ahead of schedule.

Dreading the worst, you tapped Obito’s arm. With difficulty, he fought against the automatic reflex to cover your body with his and demand you stay with him.. to not leave him after all he suffered to get here.. but he stripped himself away and watched you sit up, hissing about the cold floor.

It was empty again. His chest, an amalgamation of naive illusions convincing himself that this would have lasted longer than a single night. That he could be more than your guard.

Obito thought he had what he wanted, enough to tide himself over until a violent death would relieve him, but he was left unfulfilled.

The shelter of your room subsided and the bitter loneliness accepted him, familiar and frightening.

“Can you help me dress?”

“I can, my lady.”

You sneered at him for using titles again, but snuffed the downturn of your mouth once you saw the cast of forlorn dismay in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

He pushed himself off the mattress and padded over to your armoire, opening the shutter doors, surprised they were swift and uncreaking unlike his in the The Nine’s quarters, and he groped at the clothing.

“Obito?” you prompted when the stab of anxiety in your chest pained too much to ignore at his refusal to look at you.

“We both know why you’re being summoned.”

“It doesn’t change anything.” He tilted an ear to you. “It doesn’t change anything between us.” You joined him at your wardrobe in graceful, floating footfalls so catlike you could sneak up on a hound. Nudging him aside, you withdrew a hidden key and further unlocked more keys in more drawers, a plethora of confusing puzzles fit together in the darkness where no one would guess, and you held up a single vial. A swish of red liquid flashed in the low light. “The color of his wine tonight, surely. I’ll slip it in, listen to him drone on about whichever war he wants to start with whichever kingdom, then I’ll return to you and he’ll be none the wiser.” You kissed Obito on his scarred cheek and smiled. “If he asks, I’ll inform him you slayed the dragon, and that the creature fell by your sword alone.”

Expressing indifference erring on the side of trepidation, Obito shrugged. His expression remained impassive as he tore his gaze from the vial to your white linen chemise, pulling it off the hanger and scrunching it in his hands, gesturing for you to bow your head so he can slip it over you. “A dose that insignificant will only last ‘til your wedding,” he reminded you sullenly.

“Which means nothing to me,” you reminded him with a hard glare, conviction deepening your voice. You smoothed out a crinkle in your underdress and tried to fill in his leaps of logic, “I’ll brew more poisons with Sasori’s help. Promise him whatever he wishes, to keep his mouth shut. We’ll get it right this time. Kill the king, marry the prince, you do away with the prince, and I’ll birth your heir and grant you your rightful place next to me,” you finished with a hopeful flourish.

“Oh, is that all?” he asked less than impressed. Downright miserable. Like your solutions were childish idealism, unable to be completed. Unobtainable.

“Are we discussing this again?” It wasn’t your fault the first step encountered hiccups; your father was taking to the poison less than expected, but it would work! Eventually. His death was a rock at the top of a hill. Soon it would start rolling and the other problems would be squashed effortlessly in its wake.

“I dislike sharing you.”

“It is not sharing! It’s only lending my hand, temporarily.. Pick one with a high neck.”

Obito sighed at your pointless wordsmithing and chose an emerald base gown with simple ties in the front paired with an opulent high collared back-laced evening bodice. “So rarely in my life have I had anything of my own, something that truly belongs to me, and I.. I get so angry thinking about him.. and you.”

You stuck your arms straight up and he tugged down the dress until your jaded face emerged from the folds of fabric. “One kiss to solidify our papers in front of the council, that’s all. Then you can burn his lips off for all I care and toss him down the river.”

Hope was an awful thing. Readily handed out to plebeians who believed their prayers would be heard, resolute their ineffective sentences running laps in their heads could flip their woes to fortune if only invisible beings heard them.

Hope was devastating. Heralding the fall of men to their knees in battle, telling their moneyless families they would return with sacks upon sacks of gold from warring kingdoms. And being offered a burlap bag of rice at their funeral in their stead.

Hope was hope. Reassuring words passing by in the form of your lips on his, only to be striked down, not by the hand of a God, but by truth itself. Insufferable truth. What was said, and what could not be. Your promises were not truth. It was against the law for you two could not be together in the capacity he wanted, and such cruelty on your part for embarking those words into his psyche stung water to his eyes.

Why would you disgrace him with hope?

Clapping you by the shoulders, he spun you around to cinch down the bodice before you could question the cropping of tears, the sniffle in his nose, or the sinister twist of shadows across his face. “I’ll do more than that,” he swore, speaking from the corner of his mouth as he ground his teeth. “I’ll do more than that to the prince.”

“So be it.”

Devising a plan in his head, he jerked the lacing taut and you gasped. “Did I hurt you?” He stared at the cream colored ribbons coiled in his palms, recalling the times your waist appeared smaller than it was currently.

“No, no, uhm..” you stalled. “It’s.. well, you are dripping out of me when you pull it tight like that.”

A mirthless snort broached the frizzy curls tickling your earlobe. You should’ve known he would be merciless. Obito bound the ribbons around his fist and whipped them tight over your waist. The high pitched whirr of fabric-on-fabric tunneling through the holes and being knotted in a lovely bow above the crest of your ass spurred new resentment for your loyal knight. The result of his smarmy aid gushed between your thighs. “Obito! Ugh.” You hung your head and grimaced. “Shouldn’t you want it in me, not out of me?”

“I can provide more, later.”

Your lecture on chivalry was put to an end by a rattling at your door. “A moment, please!” you yelled, then whipped around to stab a finger at Obito’s chest. “Hurry, or else you’re being demoted to court jester.”

“Yes, my lady,” he said. “Do you prefer the juggling variety or the bard kind?”

“Whichever one stays silent.”

“Juggler it is.” He placed a hand on your lower back and guided you to your vanity where you selected a different set of hair pins and handed them over your shoulder one at a time.

You picked up your small mirror and tsked, curling some longer strands to frame your face, and patting them to cover your neck. “This collar doesn’t cover them,” you sneered at the lovebites and their adjacent lovebruises.

Though, through the looking glass, you surmised this was his way of claiming you the only way he could.

Obito twisted your hair and pinned it into place, and reached around you to angle the mirror so it reflected the mocking lift of his brow. “My apologies, princess. I got carried away.” You flipped the mirror back to you and acted more bothered than you were by rolling your eyes.

More knocks, increasing in frequency and lessening in patience.

“Right,” you whispered to yourself, slipping on your shoes. Halfway to the door, you aboutfaced to Obito’s stark nakedness standing at your vanity with your mirror in hand, peering at himself. “Did you eat before coming here?”

“No.” He ran a few fingers over the scars carving the length from his cheek to his chest, almost like he was realizing they were there for the first time.

“I’ll send some food for you.”

“Thank you.” His voice was lost in the creak of your door, the swish of your skirts, and the pressure of his prodding at a gnarled puckering of skin on the column of his neck.

You walked--waddled--with your escort leading you and your two guard knights flocking to your sides.

“Can I be of any assistance, my lady?” the knight who threatened Obito asked, eyeing your mismatched slippers. “Fetch you new shoes, perhaps?”

You dismissed him with a terse “no.”

~~~

The meeting went swimmingly by your standards, foretold by your hands trembling from the rush of endorphins as you clutched the handle of your chamber’s doors. Grandiose in your entrance and of your bolting them in the faces of your guards.

Wafts of heat greeted your frigid skin. On the wall opposite of your bed, your fireplace roared, bathing the room in streaks of orange and dusk. You ditched your shoes; one heeled, one not, and made your way over to the set of plush velvet chairs facing the fire, housing a man much too large for them.

Obito sat, legs sprawled, an arm thrown over the intricate mahogany wood frame, swirling a goblet of wine and smirking at the flames dancing in his eyes. Anchoring your hands on either side of his shoulders, you leaned over in curiosity. A silver tray covered his bare lap, displaying an arrangement of sliced fruits and nuts.

He stroked his knuckles on your gown above your thigh and you watched his chest swell as he expanded his lungs with the scent of wine, and sipped. Pitching the nearly empty goblet to his mouth. Rolling the liquid over his tongue. Mesmerizing you with the bob of his throat. Thus far, he neglected to acknowledge your presence aside from those knuckles running over the fabric of your dress in his entranced state. He stared into the void, smirk affixed, swishing the wine around the cup. Lounging his bare ass on your chair.

You announced your return needlessly.

“I have decided what I am going to do to your prince.” His canines glimmered in the light.

“And that is?” you said, bending at the waist, ruffling the velvet atop the chair, then you turned your hands on him. Sliding them across the bulk of his shoulders and running them down his chest. Smoothing the coarse black hair present at the center of his pecs and sternum, holding yourself back from going lower.

Slowly, he faced you. Wine straining his lips, doling out soothing kisses on your cheekbone. His nose, flushed red, teased your eyelashes. “Open,” he commanded not for the first time that night. You obeyed without question.

The cold rim of the goblet pressed to your mouth and you craned your head, giggling when he poured too much. Overflowing, it dripped over your chin. Plum red droplets splattered, splashing a mottled red and yellow apple. Trickling over the harsh cut of his adonis belt muscles, steering your attention to a well endowed gift hidden under the tray, not ready to be unwrapped just yet.

He swiped his thumb along your chin, collecting the dribble of wine and bringing it to his mouth. You looked on, eyes flitting from his thumb to his seductive tongue brushing past his darkened lips to clean the spill. A long moment spent enrapturing you in his movements, beholding you with half-closed eyes, as he licked the length of his finger. Sending a fresh wave of lust to your core.

Your clit throbbed at the sight. And he knew. He curled his tongue at the end and flicked it up, wine wetting his palate, and soon, you would be too.

He would’ve laughed at your needy whine if it weren’t for you crushing him. During his show, your arms had worked on their own to close over his chest in an airtight hug, and your lips smashed against his, kissing him as hard as he kissed you. Forthcoming in your passion equal to his. Tasting the wine on his tongue. The beat of his heart in your palm. Smelling your oils on him.

You controlled his mouth with yours until your light-headedness faded and you remembered he was trying to tell you something. “What were you doing about the prince?” Transferring your fevered kisses to his neck, you bruised him as he did you.

“Do about? Nothing. Do to? Now, that’s what I’ve been planning.” His answer tingled every nerve in your body, curled your toes, hardened your nipples rubbing against the carved wood of the chair’s back in secret.

“Semantics.”

“No, I want to be precise. I want you to hear me.” He drained the goblet of its swig of wine and placed it on the tray with a hard clang. “First, I will cut his tongue so he can never speak of our child.” You paused your kisses and creased your brows. “I look nothing like him. He’ll know as soon as he sees our child’s hair, much less when they grow and adorn my features.”

“Ah, I see.”

“After that, I’ll gouge his eyes so he cannot see you. Then, I’ll sever his hands so he cannot touch you.” You hummed along, nipping at the thick skin on his shoulder, hands exploring his abs. He wrenched a grape free from the vine on the tray and held it to you. His index and thumb rolled it, enticing you. Halting your devouring of him, you opened your mouth and he plopped it in. You accepted it graciously, popping the grape’s skin, moaning at the juices flowing forth.

Obito grappled at the tilting tray as blood surged elsewhere, and nodded approvingly at your salaciousness, plucking the seed from between your plump lips and flicking it away. He filled your mouth with another succulent grape. “I’ll hack off his legs so he cannot climb into your bed. His dick? You don’t want to know,” he said, chuckling darkly. Then he lifted his head at a trivial thought. “Or maybe I’ll do that first.

“Either way,” he groaned as your fingers parted the hair below his navel, “the prince’s will death will be my consolation prize.”

“A wonderful plan, my dear knight,” you cheered in earnest. The sooner the prince was dead, the quicker you could forget the torpid waste that will be your one and only wedding day.

“Wonderful, indeed,” he commended himself.

No more dawdling. Obito needed stimulation, lest he be teased to the point of pain.

Grasping the handles of the tray in a white-knuckled display of refrained self-control, he lifted it off his lap. The shadows grew thin. He freed himself from your hold to lean over and place it on the table before you could ogle at the results of your teasing. Though, doing so, gave you a glimpse of his round ass--just as delectable.

When he returned to his sitting position, legs sprawled and an arm thrown over the frame of the chair, he observed your change in demeanor. Flirtatious to outright mouth-watering lust at his hardened cock inches from your hands.

“You want me to touch you, hm?” you baited him with a childish lilt and puckered lips. “You want me to service you, my knight?”

Obito gandered at you, rocking his head side to side, sizing you up as you two passed the torch of domination round and round in your relationship. “I’ve had a long day, you see, journeying on horseback.” He drove his thumbs over his hip crease to squeeze his inner thigh, accentuating his twitching cock. “I am very tired and sore from my travels. I heard there was a princess in this kingdom who could alleviate my stress. I traversed many realms in search of her.”

“And where is it you are hurt again?” you asked, wrapping your fingers around his cock and pumping him after his weary day. “Here?”

He kicked his feet out and slumped to rest his head on the back of the chair. “Right there,” he moaned.

Before, the pressure of the tray over his lap provided a scant consolation. Merely giving his engorged tip a surface to rub against. Now, your hand; a palm free of calluses, a slick thumb spreading his precum over the head, the edge of your curled fingers, your arm hugging him from behind and your kisses tracing his square jaw. These were true relief.

“Does it feel good, my love?”

Arguably simple words cleansed the stress from his body. Asking him the world’s most asinine question, yet they ruled his focus away from the building heat in his core to your lips; not for what they were doing to his earlobe, but what they called him. Love. And you didn’t shy away nor try to excuse it as a slip of the tongue. They weren’t a mistake uttered in the throws of passion. You were taking care of him and loving him.

When you were met with stark silence, you suggested a different act, supposing your hand was inadequate. An act more lewd and serving. “I can get on my knees and pleasure you with my mouth, if you prefer.”

Your wet, warm, supple mouth. A pliant tongue around his already straining erection.

“You don’t have to do that..” he whispered to your retreating body, your sticky hand leaving him to trace the peaks of his arm as you walked around the side of the chair.

Obito had his eyes locked on you as you traced down to his knuckles, standing in front of him. He grasped your hand, but you slipped away from his hold, your nimble fingers gliding over his to bundle the front of your dress. The air fluffed up your skirts as you knelt before him on the loomed lambswool rug, intruding on the space between his thighs. From his point of view, the keyhole cutout of your bodice lined your cleavage up with his cock magnificently.

He was the center of your attention.

Your chair a throne.

The veins in his arms protruded, ensnaring the armrests of the chair and sinking his fingernails into the wood. Cool to the touch and rigid. Your mouth was the opposite.

You teased his swollen tip. Tempting him into submissiveness by gripping the base and taming it to your lips, wetting both in a quick lick. “Did you picture this when I was undressing you?”

“Yes,” he admitted so quietly his voice cracked.

It seemed where it concerned him and decision making, great restraint came with great regrets, but Obito had to say, just in case you were doing this just to appease him, “You do not have to dirty your mouth on me..”

Foreplay and sex could be enjoyed by both. This was a pure act of love husbands begged their wives for.. or paid paid wenches for. One where you did not receive equal pleasure; and here you were, volunteering to exceed your role like you always did. For him, and only him.

“I want to,” you repeated. “Besides, you are not filthy.”

“I’m a lowlife scoundrel who charmed him way into this castle.

“And never once have I regretted falling for you.”

The descent. Your mouth around his cock. A haze of endearing lust. Swallowing him. His mind, ravished. The weight of his woes falling away. Ceasing all input not concentrated on the tingling of your licks on his tip, tasting him with your lips stretched over his length, your hand pumping pleasure into his shaft; your moans vibrating him.

Obito lifted a trembling hand to adore your hollowed cheek, stunned into admiration at the beauty of your eyes staring into his. He felt every swirl, flick, every soothing caress of your tongue.

The hand not on his cock reached around to clasp him on the ass, tugging him to the edge of the chair while you wiggled closer to his lap, experimenting with how much of him you could take.

He inhaled, your sharp claws in his backside.

You choked on his cock.

Tears dotted the corner of your eyes. Ever the gentleman, he wiped them away and combed your hair out of your face, moving it to one side of your head to illuminate your tender sucking. You recovered from your embarrassment and were determined to go lower, past where you left off. Below the point of your spit wetting his shaft. You pumped faster, opened wider, evened out your breathing, and bobbed your head, maintaining eye contact.

Low grunts of satisfaction mingled with the crackling of the fire warming your backside.

Splotchy primal arousal darkened his chest, crept up his neck, tinted his ears, and flushed his face to match his reddened cockhead. “You’re doing so well, my love.”

His gravelly voice was the personification of sex.

Blushing, you released your hold on him to brag, brushing your lips on his swollen tip threatening to burst, “I can do more.”

The eagerness in your voice. The fast paced heave of his abs and their hitch with a held breath. You tested your tenacity, taking him until he hit the back of your throat. Then deeper. Letting his cock grow accustomed to its new home, spoiling him with your tongue. You hand stroked what you couldn’t handle--for now.

Obito performed a whole body sigh, then tensed when you jerked him off, hand and mouth working in tandem. A wall of immovable muscle. Scooping up any unsavory memory in his mind to keep him from coming in your mouth; they fell through his fingers like dregs in the bottom of a teacup.

A pooling tingle at his spine foretold of his impending ruin.

Your lips slickened with saliva and precum, leaving him with hardly enough strength to keep his hand fisting your hair. Urging you further. To take more. More. More. His hips jumped at their own rhythm. His thighs clenched. You whined pitifully as he fucked your mouth, but he didn’t notice, too lost in paradise. His gaped-mouth groans repressed yours, calling you his special girl, how proud he was of you, how much he loved you.

“I-I’m going.. I need!” he snapped, jerking his hips from you in distress, and thus freeing his cock from your mouth. It flopped to the left of your face with no one daring to grab it, fearing he would come on the spot. “We can’t waste it,” he implored, hoping you understood.

..His worry turned dark once his blood cycled its way back to his brain and he took inventory of your face. Swollen lips, a line of drool on your chin, your puffy eyes watering.

He went too far. He hurt you for his own sexual gratification. He gave in to the desires that haunted him since he was old enough to learn why his cock went hard at the sight of you.

Then..

You grinned. A goofy smile accompanied by a girlish giggle; the apples of your cheeks brushed his thumbs wiping away your tears. You weren’t hurt. You were loving it.

Spry, a playful twinkle in your glassy eyes, you stood and spun around. Gathered, gathered, gathered all your layers of skirts and dresses in your arms. Obito didn’t wait. Couldn’t wait. He bent you over the table and his hard cock was at your aching entrance, the back of your thighs covered in previous lovemaking.

He didn’t stop to admire his work. He needed you. Now.

Brutish, animalistic rutting. Fucking your moans to desperate gasps. Forcing you to duel with the tray of fruit and nuts to steady yourself, and ultimately swiping it from the low table altogether. It clattered to the floor and his viscous pounding conjured another object: the empty vial exhumed from its spot between your cleavage, clinking to the floor and rolling to the iron wrought gate of your fireplace.

Guttural hiccups of your name over and over, his voice skipping syllables in favor of each slam of his hips to your round ass. He circled a cheek and slapped it, feeling the bounce against his shaft, drawing his hips back one last time. His cockhead could take no more. Your pussy tightened around him. Your moans led him to the precipice. But during those final strokes of his cock in your chambers, you felt too far away.

He wrapped you up in his arms and closed the distance, keeping up with his short, quick thrusts while you groped his hands over your clothed breasts, guiding his fingers in circles over your nipples.

Spurts of cum sent a sweltering pang to your blushing cheeks. His sloppy kisses heated your neck. The fireplace burned molten lust on your bare cunt.

Obito prolonged his orgasm, rolling his hips in tenuous, long drags while he lifted your dress, skimming over your mound. Rippling anticipation struck goosebumps across your flesh. A single finger dipped lower, separating your lips, grazing over your clit.

“I understand now.”

“Understand what?” you groaned, legs shaking in your odd stance, keeping him and his cum inside while also lurching for that single finger rubbing back and forth over the hood of your clit.

“Why you wanted to use your mouth when it does not bring you any pleasure.”

“No pleasure? But it does, Obito, I love making you come.”

“Right,” he agreed. “And now all I can think about is doing the same to you.”

A flurry of seconds passed in the batting of eyelashes and flattery fanning your cheeks. You were in the chair. Most of your dress was stuffed behind you in a cocoon of pillowy fabrics or strained across your lap, pulled taut in your damp hands over your hips to give him access. Your bodice was discarded on the floor and the short drawcord of the front of your gown laid undone and pried open. Your chemise ripped down the center to put your tits on display, gleaming from his masterful tongue.

And you were about to find out how many awards you could bestow upon that skilled tongue.

Slouched, bare ass on velvet, your legs over his shoulders, exposed to his widening grin. You fidgeted with the dress in your hands and waited, brows tucked in and lifting at the cool puff of air from his nose torturing you. A meager plea started in your throat, begging him to worship you. Your whine elevating to a cry when he parted his lips--and yours--and his tongue treasured you.

A quick lick at first. Flicking at the end, getting to know what he discovered hours ago. Your flesh; your clit hidden by a swollen hood, not yet tired from the assault of his fingers, no, it craved his attention.

He would never want to disappoint his future queen.

He brought his mouth to the bundle of nerves, kissed his lips around it, and lapped the length of his tongue over the tiny thing that had you quivering.

“Oh, fuck, Obi,” you whimpered, resisting the urge to drop your head from the oncoming bristle of excitement. At war with yourself; the need to keep your eyelids open to learn the image of your best friend’s all-loving gaze beholding you during his lecherous deed, and the want to close your eyes as your body brimmed with flashes of anticipation.

The longer you watched, the quicker your heartbeat thrummed. Beads of sweat clung to your neck. Your thighs jumped, tightened around his face.

To relieve some of the pressure you put on his shoulders from your vice, he brought one of his hands up to your spilling pussy; your leg falling to the wayside and your shameless moans approaching new levels. He coated two fingers and slid them in, crooking them, tailoring them to maximize the pleasure in your cunt.

Simultaneously, he fucked his cum back into you and suckled on your clit, using the tip of his tongue to caress the hood. The pressure, the absolute bliss of him tending to all your demands while you let go of your dress to pinch your nipples had you rocking, arching, writhing, fucking his mouth and fingers while he ran his other hand up the curve of your ass, valuing every bit of you.

As hectic as it was, he didn’t blame your thrashing.

Something in his soul stirred at the visual of you bowing your head to show your love with your mouth, and it had him coming quicker than he ever had before, and now he was wizened to the feel of a tongue on the most delicate part of his body.

Thrash all you want, grind his face, roll your hips to his knuckles, scream his name until the guards break down your door in concern.

Obito had never been more in love.

Searing euphoria had you forgetting about your breasts--yours hands in general. They made their way to your knight’s hair, fisting it, tugging his mouth to your clit.

Shivering and sweating all at once.

Your legs crushed him. Your thighs quaked. The personal fire in your core blazed flames to your throat, sending the sweetest shout of his name to the dead of night.

Obito held you through your climax, and you had never been more in love.

Shaking muscles cooled to pricking nerves to tranquil post-orgasm spasms as your body went slack. Only becoming active again when he removed his fingers and pressed his lips to your clit in a sorrowful farewell.

He took his time appreciating your come down. The twitch in your inner thigh when he kissed you there. The warmth of your skin where he massaged. Whispers of what an amazing man he was, complimenting his technique, telling him how much you adored him for doing that for you.

He waited, cheek to your hip, eyes cast up in a host of confusing emotions. “Is this the last time we can be together in this form? Maybe once more before the end of the next week?” He hoped.

“Hm?” You scrunched your face and pouted your lips to the side, mulling over his reluctance to sleep in your bed for the rest of eternity. “Why not after you murder the prince?”

“Because I cannot be your husband and the pain will be too much.”

“Why can you not be my husband?”

Obito rolled his head as if to shake it at your senselessness. “Against the law,” he muttered to your skin.

“So I’ll change the law?”

“What?”

You threw up your hands in a shrug, stating the obviousness that simmered below the surface the entire evening; a conclusion, “I will write new decrees. Ones where I can marry whomever I want. Fairly simple, don’t you think?”

“Your council would never let them come to pass,” he intoned like you were an unruly child who had to be told the rules one too many times.

“You say that like we haven’t killed before,” you replied, tracing a lithe finger around his jaw, tipping his chin to you. It worked to further his frustration at you.

“We haven’t.”

“Not yet,” you amended. “But I will have the heads of any man who disagrees with my proposition to marry you.” Shadows advanced up the walls, masking your face until the extinguishing red flames beating their fists on the fireplace’s iron wrought screen reflected in the gloss of your pupils. “No one will come between us.”

Obito’s tense jaw relaxed and he became aware of your finger holding it in place. He held your hand, turning it to present the back of it to him, and he placed a kiss there, then pressed his forehead to it in a bow.

Kill anyone who stood in their way. Revise laws until it suited their needs, and modify the rest to free the people indebted to the kingdom. A prominent solution.

A truth Obito didn’t know he could believe in: your readiness to sacrifice yourself for him, and others like him.

Hope.

“You know I’ve loved you for years, right?” he asked, pushing himself up to your welcoming arms, falling into their easy embrace, your body cradling his in the chair and your fingers trailing the scars on his back.

“I’ve known, and I’ve known I loved you since we met,” you spoke, nuzzling your nose to his scalp to smell your oils. “That’s why I trained myself to sneak around the castle. To meet up with you, to read the forbidden books in the library, to concoct this plan of killing my father without evidence. You were never meant to be anything other than my husband, Obito.”

He lifted his head, eyes wide and, if the dwindling flames weren’t playing tricks on you, water lined his bottom lashes. The brooding man had returned to his youthful self, not afraid to show emotions in front of you. You kissed the itchy hairs bordering his jawline and smiled at him. He smiled back, as he should, without fear of witnesses splitting you apart.

“I’m so fortunate to have met you, my princess.. my love.”

“I’m the fortunate one, my handsome knight. My second decree after our marriage; you will not be known as the Queen’s consort, Prince, or Duke. No, I will call you my king.”

Obito’s gusto laugh rang off the metal in your room, your own mirth joining in. “I don’t think the citizens will take kindly to me ranking above you, my lovely queen regnant,” he turned coy, “but you are more than welcome to call me king in bed.”

“Oh, hush. You’re letting your status go to your head, already.” He shushed you by crashing his lips on yours, and you pinched his bicep, both giggling, tickling each other, and wrestling to exert the onset energy decades of suppressed happiness created.

The candescent popping logs in your fireplace ebbed to glowing embers. Crisp winter air rolled in like a dreamy fog.

Your chair laid turned over during your romp, its gangly legs pointing at the disarray of fruit on the floor. Layers of your dresses were disposed in ripped heaps. Hair pins would take ages to find, lost in the tumble to un-lit corners of the room, under furniture, poking your hip.

The fuzzy woolen rug lulled your tired eyes to serene darkness, Obito blinked away sleep to look at you a moment longer.

~~~

Unripe orange edged the horizon, a peek of a sunrise battling the ink clinging onto its dominion of the sky. Early birds whistled the first tunes of the songs for their loved ones. Nocturnal creatures closed their lamplike eyes. Flowers turned their blooms eastward. The start of a new day.

Obito snuggled the quilt higher and rocked you closer, if possible. Cuddled since white stars twinkled on midnight blue twilight; your bodies were caught in each other’s arms, legs, hearts, everything. Twisted and twined and braided to create a stronger bond.

He ran his hands over your belly and exposed his neck for you to tuck your face there. You humored him, proclaiming your love in sighs and kisses along his throat, as if you hadn’t made it known time, after time, after time again this past night.

You kept your hand on his chest, enamored at each heartbeat keeping this sappy, greedy man by your side.

“Am I worth the trouble I’ve caused you?” Obito asked.

“You’re in luck,” you said. “You’re worth the exact amount of trouble I’m willing to endure.”

Defying the odds, your father, and society’s rules.

You’d live a long life ruling your kingdom into a revolution of joy. Where citizens could thrive making a living for themselves, not indentured to the castle or becoming fodder in battles in the name of conquest.

All with Obito’s help.. Or not help, when he’d abscond you to a dark corridor to satiate his urges after watching you grant new homes to those in the outskirts of town who lacked resources to patch the holes in their thatched roofs your father left behind after a disastrous paper lantern show during your wedding to the late prince, just before your father’s own passing.

More than once your fleet of new guardian knights had to think up quick-footed responses for turning people away from certain hallways where one of you would be gripping the wall to keep upright while the other was serving on their knees and knuckles were bitten to quiet moans.

Through many days, many years, you ensured a throne for your wealth of heirs to instill your changes towards a better future for everyone.

The meadow remained a sanctuary for the wildlife, never to be turned to farmland.

Most evenings, you could be found there, laying amongst the flowers. Holding hands with your beloved king.

BRO ILL CHOP OFF MY OWN FOOT FOR SOMEONE TO WRITE THIS INTO A FULL FIC!!!!!! FUCKING PLEASE GOD SOMEONE DO IT PLEASE.

i need it to breathe.

imagine modern AU jail bird obito who writes to you all the time, has a picture of you in his cell, talks about you all the time to his cell mates and counts down the days til he can see you again 🥺

little does everyone know he’s in there because he was stalking you constantly, following you and your friends around every where you went, and disobeying court orders because of your restraining order against him. don’t you worry sweetheart, the day that he gets out he’s gonna show you what you’ve been missing while he was in jail. he’ll make sure you’ll love him and devote your time to him just as he does with you.

me when lord hokage tells me to do something

A Jealous Hokage IV

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summary: Obito regrets his actions as you decide what to do moving forward. Kakashi invites you to an event and things get steamy as you decide what you’re going to wear.

Warnings: NSFW, Slight Degradation, Spanking, Fingering, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 3.4k

Part 3

You sit there, staring at the gift. Your mind that had gone blank, paralyzed by indecision, was now swirling with inner dialogue. What is wrong with me? Kakashi is amazing. We’ve been dating for the better part of a year. Why would I throw that away? But Obito, how do I describe it? You always know where you stand with him. He doesn’t hide his affection. The way he looks at me. The way he made me feel under his genjutsu…but that’s exactly why I can’t trust him. The entire thing could’ve been lies just to get me in bed. This is all a game to him. It’s not a game to Kakashi. He loves me. He’s the healthy choice, even if it is in secret. I might have feelings for Obito but I love Kakashi and I'm not gonna give that up. 

You make this decision with a firm nod of your head. Now that you are certain of what you’re going to do, you reach out and finally unwrap the small box that had been sitting patiently on your table for the past two hours. 

It is a beautiful necklace and earring set. A long strand of glittery stones with a bright pendant, it was exceedingly fancy and you wonder when you would ever wear such jewelry. Sure you love dressing up for work but within reason. This looked like something you’d wear to dinner with the Feudal Lord. It must’ve been very expensive. Why would Kakashi spend this kind of money on me?

The next morning you head into work trying your hardest to pretend last night never happened. It was genjutsu, it was genjutsu, it was genjutsu. None of it was real. It was genjutsu. No matter how many times you told yourself this, you were still saddled with guilt cause you know that in the heat of the moment you liked it. Curse Obito for doing this to you. You were happy and in love before he came along. Why did he have to come ruin everything?

You drop your stuff off in your office and head to the break room to grab hot water to make some tea. Upon entering the room you see Obito. Your face instantly shades red from both shame and anger and you storm away avoiding him. Obito for once regrets his advances towards you. He knows he crossed a line last night. Desperation got the best of him. He shouldn’t have used his abilities like that. 

Mortified, you decide to hide out in your office. You hear a soft knock on the door. It was Obito holding a cup of tea. “Go away Obito” 

Completely disregarding your wishes he enters anyway and puts the tea down on your desk. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I was out of line last night.” You sheepishly take the tea off the desk. “I think that might be the first time you’ve ever called me by my name.” you give a small smile. “Thank you Obito. For the tea and for the apology.” You blow on the tea before taking a sip. 

“I’ve let my feelings for you consume my actions. I've been focusing on what I want and I took it too far.” He steps forward and grabs your hand, kissing the back of it. “Forgive me Princess.”

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Never” he says with a smile as he walks out of your office.

You would be lying if you said that the small gesture didn’t make you feel warm. You liked how special he made you feel but last night is as far as things will ever go. You stand firm on that decision.

Not even ten minutes go by before Kakashi enters your office without knocking and leans against your desk. You beam up at him. “Good Morning Kashi!”

“Good Morning Angel” He leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Did you like your gift?”

Recalling the jewelry he had delivered to your home, you exclaim, “It was beautiful! However I couldn’t help but wonder, what was the occasion?”

“I’m so glad you phrased it like that.” He smiled, “The Feudal Lord came to my office yesterday afternoon. He wants us to host a Gala to fundraise for the Academy. Since these times of peace have brought in fewer paid missions, we need more money to keep the program going. He also wants to invite representatives from the other great nations to continue to build international relationships. I thought you could wear it when you go.”

“I’m invited?”

“All members of the shinobi forces are invited, including the personnel at headquarters.”

“Wow, sounds fancy. I feel so important.”

“You are important.” He says with a brush of your cheek. 

At that moment you hear your office mate shuffling in through the door. Kakashi immediately stands up. 

“I’ll have the latest update on that translation on your desk by lunch.”

Kakashi nods while playing along. “I appreciate it. I can always count on you.” He begins to leave your office. 

“Good Morning Lord Sixth.”

“Good Morning Shiho. Just a heads up, you should be expecting an invitation from my office later today.” 

“Oh, okay, thank you!” she called to him as he disappeared out your office door. 

“What is the invite about?”

“It’s some fundraiser Gala. We’re all invited.”

“Oh that sounds fun! You gonna bring a date?”

“Psh, yeah right.”

“What about the mystery man?”

“He is a mystery for a reason and he is going to stay a mystery.” You say with a pointed look.

Shiho rolls her eyes and drops it, deciding to get started on the day’s work. 

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You come home from work thinking about the Gala. What on earth am I going to wear? I don’t have anything that fancy! You begin to rifle through your closet looking for a dress that matches Kakashi’s earrings. There is a knock on the door. You turn around, leaving your closet and walk towards the kitchen. You open up your door to find Kakashi standing there with flowers for you. Beaming at him, you hurry him inside before anyone could see.

“That was a big risk you took coming here with flowers like this. Someone could've seen you.”

“Don’t worry Angel, I was careful.”

He gives you the bouquet and you smell them. “They’re lovely, thank you.”

“Not as lovely as you.”  he says, eyes sparkling as he looks at you with complete adoration. You feel butterflies rise in your stomach yet again. He always has that effect on you. You turn to put them in water and make two cups of tea. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.”

“That’s okay, Kash. I have plenty of work to occupy my time.”

“And I’m sorry that you can’t be my official date to the Gala.” The way he says this tells you that he is genuinely bothered by it.

“I don’t need all of that. I’m just happy being with you, even if it’s private.” you say, placing a hand on his forearm.

Kakashi pulls down his mask while he leans in for a kiss. You wrap both of your arms around him pressing your lips into his. When your mouths disconnect, he asks softly, “Have you thought about what you’re going to wear?”

“Actually I was just trying to figure that out. I think I may need to go shopping.”

“Well I’ve been thinking about what you should wear, a lot.” He whispers in your ear. You feel the familiar tingle of excitement trickle along your spine.

“Do tell” you whisper back

“Well I was thinking something red and revealing. Maybe something low cut showing off your lovely tits, teasing the entire room” he says gripping your waist tightly. “The fabric sheer so I can see your thong through it from across the dining hall.” He kisses your cheek. “Perhaps a slit up to your hip so that I have easy access when I corner you in the closet.” He kisses your neck. “Every man in the room will want you but only I will get to fuck you.” he whispers into your neck.

You hum in amusement. “Well if you want me to wear something low cut, you’ll need to stop giving me so many hickies.” 

You hear the hesitation as he debates whether or not to resist the urge to bite down on you. He settled for kissing along the entire curve of your neck and shoulder, willing to allow your pre-existing marks heal before the Gala. He kisses all around your collarbone before licking his tongue up your neck.

You close your eyes and exhale feeling the arousal begin to pool in your underwear. He presses his lips into yours before nibbling on your lower lip, pulling till it slips out from between his teeth. You sharply inhale feeling lust wash over you. Your fingers dig into his back as you pull him towards you. 

He pushes you onto the table pulling off your tank top to kiss all over your chest. Your head drops back as he kisses you, careful not to leave a single mark. It isn’t as fun as his love bites but it still makes you soak the lace between your legs. While he kisses you he undoes the snap of your bra, causing it to fall in your lap. You push his face into your chest letting him lick your cleavage before suckling on your tits, taking care of each one. Since he couldn’t mark up your skin he decided to be extra cruel to your nipples biting down on them with ferocity. “AH!!” you call out. Chills roll over your body covering your skin as his nibbling makes your empty pussy crave something to clamp down around. 

He lets go of your tit with a satisfied smile, devilishly staring up at you. You pull off his shirt and undo his pants, kissing his entire front. Every muscle, every scar, every facet that you could get your greedy mouth on, you wanted to taste it all. He stroked himself as he watched you. Once again thinking about how he could fuck you for the rest of his life. You nibbled on his collarbone before he raised your face up to his. 

“Open”

You open your mouth. He spits into it. 

“Swallow” 

You swallow his spit. A wicked smile curls his lips. He loves how you play along with anything he throws at you. “That’s a good Angel”

He spins you around so you’re bent over the table and yanks your pants down past your hips. He spanks you a few times just to watch you squirm before sliding his fingers into your slit. You moan as he works your gummy walls. His other hand reaches to cover your mouth and arch your back up towards him. With his hand jutting in and out of your tightening pussy, he leans down and whispers in your ear, “Do you like that my little slut? You like when I finger your hole?”

“Mhm” you say, muffled by his hand. He adjusts his hand and slips two fingers into your mouth fish hooking you while he quickens the pace in your cunt adding a third finger inside. 

“Aa-aaa-aaa-hhh!” you moan, unable to truly speak with your stretched out lips. You began to kick your legs trapped together by your pants pulled halfway down. He pulls his fingers out of your heat and replaces them with his dick already dipping with precum. You let out a satisfied groan as he stretches you, filling you up completely, pushing inside you all the way to the hilt. 

He shoves his slick covered fingers in your mouth, feeding you your own cum before hooking them in your mouth like his other hand, using your lips to grip you while slamming rhythmically into your plush behind. Your fingers clutch the edge of the table trying to steady yourself as you curse and scream in pleasure. 

Wanting to pick up speed, Kakashi grabs you by the elbows pulling your arms behind your back as he unleashes the pent up sexual desire that had been building in him from imagining you in your sexy red dress.

“Oo-ohh, ye-esss, babb-byyy” you say broken up by each stroke that slams into your cervix. 

Wanting more, he switches his grip to your throat, pushing deeper with each thrust. Your eyes are rolling backwards with pleasure. You start to gasp for air as you feel yourself toppling over the edge leaving cream all over Kakashi’s cock. 

He adjusts his grip again, putting one hand on your neck and a pinky in your rear. Normally he’d save this for a punishment but he couldn’t resist. You were squirming so much already and he wanted to see your squirm more. A guttural groan fell out of your mouth as he slid in, making his stomach coil. 

You start to go limp after your orgasm so Kakashi flips you on your back, lifting your restrained legs over one shoulder, pulling you to the edge of your kitchen table. Your fingers once more curling around the edge for support. You gaze up at him with a look of satisfied exhaustion, smiling as he plows into you. He hugs your knees as he slows down. Stroking slow and even. You whine and wiggle around wanting him to go fast again. He centers your legs, knees stuck together, on his chest, letting your ankles fall open on either side of his head. 

He leans down, pressing your legs into your chest going in deep. He keeps a medium pace as he sticks a finger back in your mouth. You obediently suck on it hoping you’ll be rewarded with more speed. He sticks a second finger in. You accept it gladly. He starts to smile and adds a third finger. You willingly take it into your mouth sucking as drool starts to dribble out the corner of your lips. He adds a fourth finger stroking them in and out of your mouth. 

“You’re a greedy little slut tonight, aren’t you?”

“Mhm” you say with doe eyes. He smiles ready to give you your reward. He takes his hand out of your mouth and grabs your tit as he picks up the pace slamming into you over and over again. Your back arched off the table in ecstasy. His balls tightened as he watched your eyes roll back before squeezing shut. “That’s it Angle, let it out.”

You scream as your legs shake. Your back begins to convulse as he continues to split you in two during your orgasm. 

Kakashi’s toes curl as he’s close to cumming. At the last minute he pulls out and sprays his sticky ropes all over your chest. Still panting and catching your breath, you take a finger and wipe up some of his cum and bring it to your mouth. “Mmmm” you hum. Smiling at him as you lick.

He pulls you up by the back of your head to kiss you, even though he was still catching his own breath, he can’t help himself. He loves you and can’t think of a better way to show you. You know exactly what to do to drive him wild. He can’t get enough of your swollen lips. He inhales deep before releasing your mouth with several small kisses. Smiling at you, heart full. He goes to grab you a damp cloth to clean up your chest when he musters up the courage to ask:

“Would it be all that bad if I were your date to the Gala, officially speaking?”

“Huh?”

“If people were to know about us. Would it be so bad?”

“Kashi, we’ve been over this. I don’t want people to think I’m sleeping my way to the top, especially now that you’re Hokage.”

“Everyone knows how bright you are. No one would assume any merits you earn are because of me.”

“That’s all everyone will think. I wouldn’t be able to stand the scrutiny.”

“If anyone causes you trouble then they will have me to deal with.”

“And have you make it worse? I don’t think so.”

At that moment Obito came to your house. He was hoping to steal another moment with you but he heard Kakashi’s voice so he stayed outside, listening in on your conversation.

“So am I just going to be your secret forever?”

“No, just till you step down as Hokage.”

“Till I step down? That will be years. I don’t think I can hide you for that long.”

You cast your eyes down realizing how big a commitment that was to ask of him.

“Are you going to ask me to marry you in secret too? Be your secret husband? Cause I’m not waiting till I’m out of office to ask for your hand.”

Your eyes shot up wide. “You, you’ve thought about marrying me?”

Still outside eavesdropping, Obito felt he had been punched in the gut.

“Is that surprising to you?”

“I guess I hadn’t stopped to think about it.” Your stomach was doing flips realizing how serious Kakashi was about you. 

“You see my face every day. The last person to see my face was my father. What does that tell you?” he says playing with your hair.

“Kakashi…”

“You have my trust completely. I am yours forever.” He says, closing his hands around yours.

“I…I want all that with you. I do, but I’m not ready. I don’t know if I can handle what people will think and say. I’m sorry Kashi.”

Kakashi is having a hard time hearing your words. He starts to wonder if it has to do with Obito. He pulls up his mask and gets dressed. 

“Please don’t leave Kashi, please” you say, feeling panicked. Getting up off the table, tugging at his arm. You pull him into you, forcing him to hug you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Kash. I wish I could change the way I feel, I do, but I’m not ready.” tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. 

“I’m sorry too. I need some time to think.” He pushes you away heading towards the door. 

“Kashi, Please!” Desperation thick in your voice. 

He turns around, pain painted all over his features. “Do you know what it’s like for me to watch men look at you thinking you’re single? What it’s like to hear how they talk about you knowing they believe you’re available for the taking? What it’s like to be in the same room as you but pretend you are nothing more than a colleague? It was fun in the beginning but I can’t do this forever.”

“You don’t think I go through the same thing? Every girl wants you. But you have nothing to lose, where I will lose the respect of all my peers. No one will take me seriously. Everything that I’ve worked for will be lost.”

“I will take you seriously. Me, the Hokage. Can’t that be enough?”

You swallow hard as you look down in thought. Kakashi kisses your forehead and whispers, “Come to me when you figure it out.” and with that he left. 

You stood there crying in your living room, staring at the door through which he left. You felt like he was asking you to choose between him and your career. It's not as simple as he makes it seem.

After a few moments you find it in yourself to move from where your feet were planted and begin putting your clothes back on, tears still streaming down your face.

Obito finally decided to make his presence known. He walked through your front door without knocking, “Now’s not the time, Obito.” you sniffle

He comes in and immediately hugs you, holding you in his warm embrace. “It’ll be okay Princess”

“You’re just saying that cause you hope it’s over between us.” you mutter into his chest beginning to cry even harder.

“No, Princess, I wouldn’t hope for anything that hurts you.” he whispers, moving you over to the couch to sit together. You look up at his face and believe him. That look in his eyes where the universe has shifted to revolve around you is front and center. He stays with you, holding you as you lay on his chest. “What can I do to help, Princess?”

“Be the Hokage” you say sarcastically with a hint of seriousness 

He lets out a small chuckle, “That used to be my dream, you know.”

“What changed?” you say with a sniffle

“I did some things that I can’t take back.”

Unsure of what to say, you choose to nestle into Obito in response. He had never been so vulnerable with you before.

Tightening his embrace he says to you,“You wouldn’t have to go through any of this if you were with me. It would be easy, the way it’s supposed to be.”

“Give it a rest Obito.”

He kisses your temple and continues to hold you, deciding to drop the topic. He stays with you till you cry yourself to sleep. He carries you to your bed and kisses your salty tear-stained cheek before leaving. His heart ached from how much he was beginning to love you. He was all but certain you would never leave Kakashi. It pained him to know you wouldn’t have to endure any of your fears if you would just choose him. Why wouldn’t you just choose him? He looked back at you longingly, over his shoulder, before shutting the door behind him.

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Noncon

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Yandere

Incest

Abuse

Yandere/NSFW alphabet

Dark content

Manipulation

Watersports

Light guro

Orientation play

Multiple characters

Reader of any gender

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Character x Character

Character x OC

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Hiii this is my first request❤️ can you please try to make a yandere+nsfw alphabet with obito. i mean look at that man HE S MMMMM. anyways keep the good work and what you do!

tw: NSFW alphabet, dub/noncon, humiliation, body worship, semi-public sex, corruption, age difference, dacryphilia, breeding, degradation

All characters depicted are 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

How much Obito pampers his partner after sex will be completely dependent on whether or not he likes them. If they're just a quick fuck then Obito won't even ask if they're okay or hurting, but if it's someone he likes, he'll sheepishly give them a snack and might even hold them if he really likes them.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Obito is insecure about his body due to the scarring and White Zetsu matter that makes up most of it, so Obito's favorite part of his own body is his eyes due to the power they hold. Obito's favorite parts of his partner's body is their thighs and their eyes, he especially likes to maintain eye contact with her when he's fucking her and he has his Sharingan active.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

He doesn't get a lot of sex, so Obito's cum is thick and pent up, tasting somewhat bitter. Since he is an Uchiha, he has the natural urge to cum deep inside of his partner, but he'll cum on their face if he feels particularly malicious and wants to humiliate them.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Obito wants to share his partner with Kakashi, the white haired male is one of, if not the only man that Obito would trust around his partner, and the Uchiha gets rock hard underneath his pants when Kakashi tales his partner, whether the latter wants it or not.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Obito is completely devoid of sexual experience, never having had a girlfriend or relationship before, so most of his sexual knowledge comes from trashy porn and smut novels.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Obito usually doesn't care about positions, but he does lean towards ones where he can easily grab and slap at his partners ass, like doggystyle of reverse cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

While he isn't exactly cracking jokes, Obito isn't overly serious during sex unless he's trying to inflict pain or assert dominance. Besides that, the most humorous thing he'll do is make fun of them with a cruel smirk on his face.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He only occasionally trims his pubic hairs when it's getting too unkempt for his liking. His pubes are coarse and thick, being the same color of black as the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Obito isn't one for overly sappy and romantic sex, while he isn't distant and cold, the most romantic things he'll do is kiss his partner and hold their hand.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

All of Obito's sexual experience comes from masturbation, he jerks off fairly often, usually doing so to porno mags, or just pictures of attractive women.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Obito is into kinks where he is the dominant one in control, such as bondage and impact play. Obito also enjoys being on the receiving end of body worship, feeling a surge of superiority when his partner caresses and kisses his scarred body.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Obito usually prefers to fuck in the bedroom, but when he gets unbearably horny he'll want to do it in more risky places like the wall or the closet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Obito is greatly attracted to cute and innocent girls, the ones that are legal, but just barely. Innocence really gets him going, and seeing those big and innocent eyes crying makes him even more hard, seeing such an innocent thing crying makes him want to give them something to really cry about.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

While Obito is turned on by the thought of sharing his partner with Kakashi, he would never share them with Madara, or any other Uchiha for that matter, the most he'll do is offer their body to Sasuke as an incentive for the younger Uchiha to obey him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Obito is almost childish when it comes to giving oral, initially thinking it's "gross", he'll need to be practically bribed into it. On the other end of the spectrum, Obito loves receiving a blowjob, especially enjoying it if the person giving him head is gagging and choking on his thick length.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Obito usually goes fairly fast, in a rush to feel as good as possible as soon as possible. Despite being a fairly selfish lover, Obito will go slightly sooner if he's feeling more tender or just sluggish.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Quickies are almost always the exclusive avenue that Obito uses to get off, but being an Uchiha, he'll sometimes go at it with his partner for hours at a time if he really wants to breed them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Obito doesn't have that much to lose, so he can be risky at times, fucking his partner in semi-public places where they could get caught. Obito doesn't exactly have a reputation at stake, and if his partner does? Well that's too bad.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

Obito has pretty average stamina, able to last around three or so rounds, but he rarely lasts long, he already cums pretty quick while masturbating, so when the inexperienced man finally gets to stick his cock in a tight hole for the first time, he'll nearly blow his load instantly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

Obito owns a few toys, but they're only for him and they aren't phallic, the only toys he owns are a few fleshlights and onaholes, but he won't use them as much once he obtains a partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He's in a bit of a rush to get off, so he'll only tease in ways that assure that he's still getting pleasure, such as forcing them to watch him masturbate or just spitting insults at them.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

Obito is more partial to groaning and growling in pleasure, he'll be fairly quiet for the most part, although he'll sometimes moan or even whine when he's having a particularly intense orgasm.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

Obito will sometimes buy his partner similar clothes to a certain girl from his youth, regardless of if they're even a girl or not. If his partner grows suspicious of Obito's behavior, he'll deny any perverse ulterior motives, he's just being nice.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Obito's cock is very thick, and his length is around 6 inces, 7 when he's erect, and the right side of his cock is made up of White Zetsu matter, although it still feels the same and experiences the same sensations as the rest of his cock.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

His libido is hot and cold, on some days sex with be the last thing on his mind, and on other days he's practically humping his partners thigh and trying to get his cock inside of them as soon as he can.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He'll fall asleep pretty quickly after a particularly rousing session. He might stay up to clean himself up, but other than that Obito is out pretty quickly.

Obito having to hold his tongue and keep up his disguise as Tobi to a disrespectful civilian/merchant who worked for the akatsuki to keep their hideouts stocked... And then when he doesn't have to hold back, maybe, please >////<

tw: noncon, degradation, power imbalance, abuse, misogyny, sadism, rough sex, slapping

All characters depicted are 18+

Obito usually doesn't hate keeping his Tobi facade up, its a bit refreshing to get to act like a kid without much consequence, it's fun sometimes. But the downside to this persona is that he can't ever stick up for himself against bothersome pests.

He can't exactly mouth off to one of the Akatsuki's associates in front of the other members, all he can do is bite his tongue and let out a meek "sorry" whenever she berates his immaturity or shoves him out of her way.

But after a while it begins to grate on Obito's nerves, he can no longer stand the constant disrespect, especially since he's the one employing her services, not Pain, whom she actually treats with respect, since she's under the impression that he's the actual leader of the Akatsuki.

When he finally gets her alone, he'll push her up against the wall, changing from his dopey Tobi voice to his deep and imposing Madara voice, letting her instantly know how badly she damned herself by disrespecting the true leader.

"Did you really think you could get away with such disrespect, little bitch? I think it's time I showed you why I'm the leader of the Akatsuki..."

Obito has been holding in a lot of anger directed at her for months now, and at long last he finally has the opportunity to take it out on her. He is very forceful when he rips her clothes off, and he's incredibly brutal as he bullies his thick cock into her cunt. Obito wants it to hurt, it's the least she can do after being so rude to him all this time.

The entire time he's fucking her, he'll spit cruel words into her ear, telling her how a lowly female should never speak up to a man like that, and how she should feel honored that he'd deign to hire someone as bitchy as her.

Obito isn't just rough with his words, but he's rough with his body too, slapping her ass and face as he pounds into her, his heavy balls slapping against her thighs as he thrusts his cock in and out of her, making sure she's reduced to a whimpering and trembling mess beneath him by the time he's done.

After he's had his way with her, he'll toss her aside like the trash she treated him as prior, making sure she finally learns her proper place, which is beneath him, before taking his leave. Obito has better things to do than to deal with brats.

"There. It'll do you well to remember who the one paying your bills is, now won't it? Now get out of my sight, brat."

The Akatsuki members will end up noticing how meek and submissive their supplier has been since the last time she came to do her job, but not a single one of them will suspect the weak airhead Tobi of having anything to do with this sudden personality shift.

obito and pain getting horny for not having sex n stimulation for so long so they decided to tagteam n hunt for some young civillian girl until they stumbled across y/n, and literally just breed tf out of her in that place right there. because they were so horny and cant just hold back anymore. plus if they decided that reader is good enough to end up being their breeding sow so they decided to keep her n just keep using her...

tw: noncon, breeding, threesome, double penetration, size difference, kidnapping, misogyny, degradation

All characters depicted are 18+

Being the two most important people in the Akatsuki, Obito and Pain will sometimes go on extremely important missions together, and both men are very repressed and pent up, having no time or opportunities to sleep with anyone, and on this particular mission both of the usually stoic men are so pent up that they need to find a wet hole to fill immediately.

Pain isn't as open about his aroused state as Obito is, but both men are equally needy due to a lack of any sexual activity for ages now, so when the two of them catch sight of a young female civilian walking on her own through the same woods they are in, they know that they've found the perfect receptacle for their seed.

It's almost trivial in how easy it is for them to get their hands on her, Pain will use his Universal Pull to force her towards them, and Obito doesn't even need to use his Wood Style to hold her down, his and Pain's raw physical strength alone is enough to keep her in place.

Obito won't even bother to use his Tobi facade, he's too horny for any of that fake bullshit, instead he'll hold her down along with Pain and fumbling his dick out of his pants as he lets the poor and terrified girl know exactly what she's in for.

"St-Stop your squirming, bitch! Can't you see how hard I am?! I need this! So be a good girl and spread those legs!"

Just the Uchiha's cock alone is enough to stretch out the girl's hole and make her feel overwhelmingly full, but when Pain pushes himself into her too, it's nearly enough to break the young lady both physically and mentally from the sensation of two much bigger and stronger men inside of her.

Neither of the two men feel the need to restrain themselves with her, or god forbid be gentle. Both Pain and Obito only care about getting their rocks off and filling a wet hole with their cum. Obito is especially rude, spitting curses and vile insults at her, While Pain is more cold towards her, treating her like a worm that he'd even deign to touch with his godly hands.

Since they're both insanely pent up, they'll cum very often and quickly, and they'll do it inside of her each time, filling her up to the brim with their cocks and cum as they use her as their own breeding toy without any regard for what she has to say on the matter.

Once they're done filling her up and using her, they don't want to risk her telling anybody about who they are or what they did to her, so they decide to keep her to themselves for future use for the foreseeable future.

"There's no use fighting it anymore, little one. You belong to the Akatsuki now, and you'd do well to learn your place quickly..."

The Akatsuki leaders are glad that they found such a perfect set of holes to keep as their organization's own cumdumpster, and they have no intention of giving up such a useful and morale boosting asset anytime soon.

Hi! Could you please write an Akatsuki X reader scenario where they kidnap shinobi Reader and the best way to convert her to their cause is by fucking her until she breaks? (If you could include Obito that would be awesome too)

tw: noncon, forced kissing, degradation, nipple play, abuse, mind break, forced orgasm, overstimulation, biting

All characters depicted are 18+

Deidara knows firsthand just how bothersome it is to be forcibly recruited into the Akatsuki, but despite the shared experience he isn't very empathetic when he tells the young kunoichi that she has no choice but to join their ranks, either willingly or by force.

The girl is loyal to her village, so she'll initially refuse, which angers the blonde artist. He didn't have a choice when it came to his recruitment, so why should she? Deidara is going to make her join, and he knows just how to do it.

Despite his being a lean man, he's very strong, so Deidara is able to knock her backwards with her clay and pin her down with his body, sitting on her chest as he holds her wrists with one hand and covers her mouth with the palm of his other hand, using the mouth on that hand to forcibly kiss her.

The tongue on his palm will force it's way down her throat, making her gag as Deidara rips her clothes off with the other hand, practically salivating at the sight of her perfect breasts, but he doesn't have time to enjoy the scenery when his main goal is to force her over to the Akatsuki's side.

Deidara isn't one to pull his punches verbally or physically, bullying his cock inside of her vulnerable entrance, manhandling her into whatever position works best for him as he shouts threats and insults at her.

"Cmon you little idiot! Just agree to join before I get more forceful, hmm! I'm not gonna stop until you say yes, un!"

He'll force his hand-mouths onto her breasts, using them to lick, bite, and suck her sensitive nipples, his actual mouth forcibly on hers as he pounds into her, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air as Deidara shoves his tongue down her throat.

He isn't very experienced due to his age and eccentric personality, so he's just fast and rough when he fucks, his his slamming against her ass while his only goals in mind are to convert her over to the Akatsuki's side and get his rocks off, and there is nothing she can do about it.

Deidara will have her overwhelmed from the bombardment of stimulus from his hands, mouths, and cock, he'll leave her whining and squirting underneath him despite herself, much to the artist's delight and smugness.

Deidara is a energetic young man, so he can go for hours if he really wanted to, but he'll stop on one condition. Each time he pulls out after cumming in her, he'll ask her if she's ready to cooperate yet, and if she is; he'll stop, but if she isn't; he'll go for another round with her body.

"Ready to cooperate? Well should be! Because I'm not gonna stop fucking you until you turn into a good little Akatsuki member!"

Deidara is glad that he's able to recruit a brand new member for their little Akatsuki family, now he'll earn the respect of his senior members, and he gets to have a brand new toy to play with as a bonus.

tw: noncon, kidnapping, drugging, aphrodisiacs, fuck or die, age difference, riding, mind break

Sasori hates dealing with new recruits, they're all just brats who know nothing about art and respect, so when he's tasked with coverting a shinobi they captured over to the Akatsuki's cause, the red haired puppet master isn't the slightest bit happy.

He feels nothing, so Sasori can't appeal to emotion in order to sway her, instead he'll use threats towards both herself, her comrades, and loved ones, but when she doesn't budge, Sasori decides to show her that his words are anything but empty threats.

Before she can even react, Sasori is already injecting her with a special poison he created just for brats such as herself, it isn't fatal in small doses, and it's designed to instill obedience in it's user, but it comes with the very unfortunate side effect of forcibly increasing her arousal levels as well.

Sasori totally didn't anticipate this side effect, but he's not going to let this unique opportunity pass him by, in fact he's going to take advantage of it. He'll force her warm and soft body onto his own cold and wooden one, forcing her onto his cock and telling her to make herself useful for once.

"Faster, brat, or do you want me to increase the dosage? Good girl, now ride it like your life depends on it, because it does."

Sasori won't make any noises, facial expressions, or even blink as she reluctantly bounces on his wood, her discomfort contrasting his indifference. If she slows down too much for his liking, Sasori will inject her yet again, although he's careful not to give her too much of his poison, he doesn't want to kill her yet.

Despite his lack of moaning or any expression at all, Sasori is rather enjoying the sight of the needy prisoner moving up and down on his cock while under the effects of poison is very satisfying to the emotionless puppet master, but the only time his satisfaction will be known is when he's cumming inside of her.

Eventually the combination of the stimulation, humiliation, and the drug is too much for the poor kunoichi to handle, being too drugged up and overwhelmed to even resist anymore, reduced bouncing on his cock and obeying his demeaning demands like a good little puppet, much to Sasori's satisfaction.

Sasori won't even bother to hold back his taunts at her expense, finding it incredibly satisfying that he was able to reduce a respectable ninja to his own personal puppet with just a few injections and his cock.

"Good little puppet, you'll make a perfect pawn for the Akatsuki, and the perfect hole for my cock..."

Before he knows it, the Akatsuki has a brand new member and Sasori himself has a brand new puppet to play with, which is very convenient since he's been looking for a new test dummy for his poisons.

tw: noncon, genjutsu, mind break, size difference, fingering, forced kissing, mental torture, mild degradation

Forcing people to do things they don't want to is a rather trivial task for Itachi Uchiha, but he prefers to not use violence to get his way, so when he's tasked with forcibly recruiting a new Akatsuki member, he'll get the job done using his specialty: genjutsu.

It's almost too easy, all he needs to do is make eye contact with her, and she's all his. He won't just use a genjutsu that makes her loyal to the Akatsuki, because it would just wear off eventually which would cause problems in the future, instead he'll cast a genjutsu that will make her more susceptible to his demands and advances.

Itachi is much bigger and stronger than she is, especially when she's in such a state, so it's not much of a challenge for him to take advantage of her, slipping his hand into her panties and his tongue into her mouth while she squirms in his grasp, under the effects of his sense heightening genjutsu.

His enjoyment won't be very evident on his face due to his stoic nature, but it's most certainly evident in his pants, the bulge in his pants pressed against her clothed pussy as his fingers move inside of her and he speaks to her in his usual flat tone, yet with a hint of mockery underneath.

"This feels uncomfortable doesn't it? I would stop if you would just cooperate, but I can plainly see that someone like you wouldn't know compromise if it stabbed you in the face..."

Eventually he'll pull his fingers out of her, which is somewhat difficult with how tightly her cunt is squeezing them, although her pussy won't be left empty for very long once Itachi forces his cock into her, hitting even deeper places inside of her that his fingers couldn't reach, such as her precious womb.

Itachi doesn't just jackhammer into her like a uncouth mutt, instead his pace incredibly slow, bordering on torturous as his cock slowly stretches her out and hits her womb with each thrust, his cock forcing her into submission better than any genjutsu ever could.

He'll have her whimpering and squirming underneath him in a matter off seconds, reapplying the genjutsu on her whenever she fights back too much, eventually she'll be so deep in the genjutsu that she won't be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, she won't even be able to tell if she's actually getting fucked or if it's just another genjutsu, it's an incredibly disorienting and terrifying experience, one that Itachi tells her she can end anytime if she just cooperates with the Akatsuki.

Eventually she'll become so disoriented and overwhelmed by both the illusion she's under and the sensation of him roughly fucking her that she'll practically burst into tears, weakly whimpering and sniffling as she begs Itachi to stop the genjutsu already, she won't even ask him to stop fucking her, she just wants to be free of the illusion, and if she agrees to the Akatsuki's terms, he'll gladly oblige her.

"Good girl. See? That wasn't so hard was it? All you had to do was ask nicely, it's quite simple really, even for someone so bereft of knowledge..."

He isn't surprised that she ended up caving to his demands, mental torture is his forte, and if she ever steps out of line with the Akatsuki's goals again, he'll have no qualms about giving her another 72 hours worth of suffering.

tw: noncon, size difference, double penetration, monster cocks, mind break, creampie, breeding, biting, degradation

In terms of physical appearance, Kisame is the most terrifying member of the Akatsuki, standing at nearly 7 feet tall with a set of razor sharp teeth and a shark-like appearance, he's the best in the organization at intimidation, and Kisame is more than happy to use brute force when attempting to force a potential recruit over to the Akatsuki's side.

Usually just flashing his teeth or brandishing Samehada is more than enough for Kisame to get his way, but when his dear little prisoner future coworker doesn't give in, Kisame decides he needs to take a much more rough and physical approach with her, the blue skinned man has been rather pent up as of late, and dealing with a brat is just increasing his frustrations, so he decides to kill two birds with one stone.

He's a brute, so he'll just throw here down onto the ground and force himself on top of her, his body huge compared to her slight form, Kisame practically moans at the sight of her eyes widening in terror when she feels his massive bulges rubbing against her, making it more than clear what Kisame is going to be taking from her.

Her pussy is almost comically tiny compared to Kisame's twin cocks, it would be damn near impossible for him to fit even one of his huge members inside of her virgin cunt, but Kisame Hoshigaki has never been one to let a little bit of difficulty stop him from getting what he wants from someone.

"Oh come now, don't go whining and crying on me yet! You don't even have the first one all the way in yet! So save your bellyaching for when they're both deep inside of you, sweetie..."

Befitting his appearance and reputation, Kisame is rough when he fucks, forcibly cramming both of his cocks into her tight pussy as he pounds into her, his huge body engulfing her's entirely while he's having the time of his life turning her body into his personal cocksleeve.

Kisame is a biter, he just can't help himself, it's in his nature after all, and he especially can't hold back his more primal urges when his cocks are balls deep inside of her and he's cumming directly into her fertile womb, his sharp teeth digging into her neck hard enough to draw blood, and when sharks see blood, they go into a feeding frenzy.

Kisame's sheer size is all the more apparent when his entire muscular weight is pressed down on her as he rearranges her insides with his cock, his huge body smothering her only adds to the poor girl's disoriented state, it's nearly impossible to breathe when a giant shark man is on top of her and using her as his breeding toy.

When Kisame eventually cums inside of her, he cums a lot, emptying his huge balls into her sensitive little womb, and the poor kunoichi is left completely cockdrunk just from one round of Kisame bullying her poor pussy with his big cocks.

"Oh how cute! You did didn't even last one single round! What was our leader thinking asking a pathetic weakling like you to join our little family..?"

This entire experience has once again reminded Kisame why he just adores newbies so much, they're so weak and overconfident even when against someone as fearsome like him, and the stubborn toys are all the more fun to break.

tw: noncon, sadomasochism, abuse, degradation, fuck or die, misogyny, slapping, blood play, fear play

It's no surprise that a sadist like Hidan loves nothing more than causing distress and pain to others, even if it isn't for his religion or organization, so he's as giddy as a schoolgirl when he's given the task of forcing their latest recruit into submission, and if there's something that brings Hidan joy, it's forcing people.

He isn't the strongest in the Akatsuki, but he's one of if not the scariest member when it comes to just how unwaveringly brutal and heartless he is, and not only is Hidan brutal, he's also a complete pervert, a fact that will become almost instantly apparent to his already scared captive when he starts groping her and talking about how pretty of sacrifice she would make to Lord Jashin.

Hidan hurts people as easily as he breathes, so the morally bankrupt Jashinist has absolutely no qualms about forcing himself onto someone, it's like a power trip to him when he gets to have complete free reign over the organization's prisoners, subjecting them to his depraved whims at his leisure.

The white haired man will absolutely love it when she desperately fights back, kicking and scratching at him with the futile hope of getting him to back off, but getting hurt by her mid-fuck just turns Hidan on even more, he's the kind of man who loves both giving and receiving some of that sweet pain.

"Ohh..! F-Fuuuck yes~! Keep fighting me like that, babe~! It just makes me want to hurt ya right back, you feisty bitch!"

While Hidan really does love receiving pain, he's still going to return the favor tenfold, he'll slap her across the face for every kick that lands, and practically stab her with his spike each time she scratches at him. See? Hidan isn't a selfish lover at all! He's returning all of the sweet, addictive pain she's so graciously giving him, she should be thanking him really.

Hidan has the highest sex drive out of all his comrades, practically using her as a pocket pussy to empty his balls into, and to no ones shock, he doesn't even try to be gentle, forcing his fat cock in and out of her with the main goal of getting his rocks off, slapping her ass or breasts with each rough and sloppy thrust.

She'll inevitably start to bleed a little bit from how many times he's bitten her or poked her with his sharp weapons, but that won't deter Hidan in the slightest, in fact it'll only excite him more, and he'll even lick up the blood from her wounds, resulting in his skin taking on it's skeletal pattern, which only terrifies her all the more.

It doesn't take too long for his sheer sadism and brutality to take a toll on her, and she's begging him to stop, sobbing that she'll do whatever the Akatsuki says as long as Hidan just stops. Hidan is incredibly annoyed and disappointed that his fun is being cut short, and all because she can't handle him going easy on her.

"Huh?! Done already?! Geez, this is just what happens when ya let the broads join the boy's club, but fine! Welcome to the Akatsuki, you whiny cunt!"

Hidan isn't particularly happy about having another shrill pussy with legs in the same organization as him, but he manages to look on the bright side of things; at least he doesn't need to go down the street corner for a quick fuck anymore, now he only needs to go down the hall.

tw: noncon, age difference, size difference, tentacles, gaping, degradation, misogyny, bondage, anal

Kakuzu hates newbies, they're all brats without a shred of respect for their elders, it's bad enough that he has to put up with Hidan's nonsense, but now he has to deal with converting a new member? He's going to make her pay for his troubles, despite the fact that she wants to be there about as much as he wants her there.

He'll cut straight to the chase, plainly telling her to join the Akatsuki or else, although he doesn't elaborate at all on what the 'or else' will entail, so she doesn't take him seriously and immediately refuses. Kakuzu doesn't like that very much, he absolutely hates not being taken seriously, so the miser decides that there's no time like the present to make sure he knows that he's a very serious threat to her.

She can barely even react when his threads emerge from underneath his mask and cloak, quickly wrapping around her limbs and forcing themselves down her throat, muffling her noises of protest when the rest of his threads start slithering towards her vulnerable holes between her legs with no regard for gentleness or permission.

Kakuzu's metallic tentacles are uncomfortably harsh as they force themselves into her pussy and ass, stretching her holes out to 'prepare' them for Kakuzu's big cock, all she can do is weakly struggle and bite down on the threads in her mouth as Kakuzu gives her a stern talking to about how much of an ungrateful brat she allegedly is.

"Stop biting, brat. It hurts when you bite down on them like that. But I'll hurt you a hell of a lot more than you could ever hurt me if you don't shut up and take it."

He'll use his tentacles to spread her pussy out enough for him to get a good look at it, being sure to make sure he knows how shocked he is that she's still a virgin with how indecent she acts. Girls these days are just so disrespectful towards men, probably because none of them have a big strong daddy to put them in their place, but Kakuzu is about to change that.

His cock is just as big as the rest of him, so it will stretch her out a great deal when he forces in inside of her, even after all that preparation. Kakuzu is a product of his time, he doesn't prioritize his pleasure over her's at all, because that would imply he even considers her's in the first place.

He doesn't even really need to hold her down given how strong he is, he has her bound for his enjoyment, not his convenience. Kakuzu always finds it amusing when his prey struggles against his superior experience, and he finds it almost hilarious how she squirms against him, even with his thick meat buried balls deep inside of her.

Kakuzu doesn't really care where he cums, just as long as he does. He doesn't think it really matters if he cums inside of her, he's nearly a century old, he probably can't get her knocked up, so she can stop being so damn hysterical about such a slim possibility.

"Shut up. Trust me, idiot, I'm far too old to give anyone a baby, much less a whiny twerp like you. Besides, having a baby is all women like you are good for."

New members are always so troublesome for Kakuzu, all they do is drain the Akatsuki's finances even more, and Kakuzu is going to make sure that his dear newbie pays him back every last cent.

tw: noncon, power imbalance, mind break, god complex, violence, piercings, humiliation, kidnapping

Pain is the leader of the Akatsuki, so he'll deal with coverting potential members more often than not. He's the best man for the job, he has the reputation, status, intimidation factor, and most importantly; he has the abilities to back all those qualities up with action. Only a fool would try to deny Pain, but it seems that his dear future subordinate is something beyond just foolish with how much she's resisting.

She can resist to her hearts content, but she's a mouse in a trap compared to his godlike powers. When she inevitably true to make a break for it, Pain will simply use Universe Pull to force her back towards him, pinning her down underneath his cold body, his body temperature being enough to nearly make her shiver, even with his cloak on, and the proximity doesn't help matters at all.

Pain's method of restraining her is swift and cruel, he'll stab one of his chakra rods straight through both of her hands, pinning them to the ground and causing immense pain, to which he shows no remorse, because he's about to show her an even more intense pain with a very different kind of rod.

His Rinnegan eyes will be locked onto her's as he forces himself on top of her. She isn't as foolish as he initially suspected, and she instantly knows what he's attempting to do to her, but Pain will pay no heed to her struggles, treating what he's about to do to her like its the most justified thing in the world.

"Enough resistance. It's futile against me. I am God, and now you'll get the privilege of witnessing what happens to those who resist God's will."

Pain's cock is both thick and pierced, so it fills her up to the brim and the cold metal of his piercings touch every inch of her untouched depths. It's hard to tell if Pain can even feel the sensations of her pussy gripping his member, since his remains cold and impassive throughout.

Its unsettling how calm Pain is throughout the ordeal, lecturing her about understanding pain and the Akatsuki's goals, all while he's pounding into her, his thick cock bullying her womb with each thrust, increasing the intensity of the agonizing mix of pleasure and pain.

He could just use his Rinnegan to put her under his control and 'tame' her, but Pain doesn't have to do that, he's physically strong enough to brute force her body into submission, and the most effective way to do that is to brute force her pussy into submission first, and the rest will follow.

Once Pain has had his fill with her holes, he won't even need to ask her if she's going to come along with him or not, she has no choice. He's already destroyed her village, so she has no choice but to join his cause or be left to die alone.

"Playtime is over, little one. It's time for business. You will join the Akatsuki, or I'll just have to put you through this torment again..."

Swaying even the most stubborn of individuals onto his side is a trivial matter for someone like Pain, it's truly amazing how a little bit of destruction and degradation can go such a far way in terms of the elimination of one's insubordination.

tw: noncon, facesitting, suffocation, cunnilingus, rimming, age difference, piercings, power imbalance, fuck or die, humiliation

Being one of the most important members of the Akatsuki, Konan is used to recruiting new members. While she isn't a brute, Konan isn't above using physical means to get what she wants from the more particularly standoffish individuals.

Konan will attempt to negotiate at first, gently explaining the benefits of being a part of an organization as well-known and feared as the Akatsuki, and how it's much better than serving any village. But when the young woman continues to refuse Konan's kind offers, she decides to take more forceful measures.

Like a stern mother about to punish her unruly child, Konan will give the girl a few moments to reconsider her foolish choices, but when she inevitably doesn't, Konan decides to test just how stubborn someone is able to continue to act when they're unable to move or breathe underneath their superior.

Konan is a very strong woman despite her lithe physique, so she's easily able to hold the other woman down and sit on her face, pressing her entire weight down as her mature pussy presses against her face, practically suffocating the younger woman underneath her perfect ass, not budging an inch until she secures the girl's cooperation.

"Sorry, but you aren't allowed to come up for air until you agree to join the Akatsuki. If you keep squirming like that I'll simply add another ten minutes to your sentence..."

Konan is a very patient woman, she has all the time in the world, so she won't be in any rush to move from her rather comfortable seat on her face, simply occupying herself with her origami or by explaining more details about the Akatsuki and their goals, being sure to speak very highly of the organization that the girl will belong to in the very near future.

While patient, Konan is no saint, so she'll get bored of simply sitting around and waiting for the uncooperative girl to come around, so she'll demand that if she wants to live, she better get Konan off before the suffocation gets to her first, with how stern Konan sounds it's difficult to tell if she's being serious or not, but it would be foolish to take that chance.

While not usually very vocal, Konan will let out soft moans when she feels the younger woman's tongue against her perfect womanly holes, the wetness caressing the piercing on Konan's clit. If she keeps up the good work, then Konan will be more than happy to let her live.

She's a stern woman, but she isn't overly cruel, once Konan is brought to climax, she'll finally let the poor girl breathe, that is, if she agrees to the terms, and between joining a criminal organization and dying in such a humiliating way, becoming a rouge ninja is the much more preferable fate.

"That's a good girl... Now I just know you'll be a lovely fit for our great organization, you have the perfect... talents for us all to enjoy..."

Konan is very glad that the Akatsuki finally has another female member, now the purple haired woman will have someone she can go to whenever she finds herself needing a more female touch.

tw: noncon, overstimulation, degradation, pussydrunk!Tobi, size difference, exhibitionism, humiliation

Tobi is giddy at the opportunity to prove himself to his comrades by converting their lastest member over to their cause. But there is one small problem: she doesn't take him seriously at all, and really who would? He presents himself as a bumbling and immature man child, so nobody really pays him any heed, much to Tobi's dismay.

Poor, sweet Tobi tries to be nice, he really does, but she's just so mean to him, calling him an idiot and shoving him away whenever he gets close to her. Tobi looks like he's about to give up and sulk, when the masked man suddenly remembers the advice his sempai gave him; that a true Akatsuki member needs to be cool, concise, and mean.

Tobi is shockingly strong for someone so apparently airheaded, his muscles pressed against her body as he gets on top of her, revealing a surprisingly huge bulge in his pants as he does. Tobi seems completely oblivious to the fact he's rubbing his cock up against her however, scolding her in his squeaky voice to stop squirming and being so mean to poor Tobi.

He'll act as though its a freak accident when he fat cock slips into her pussy, he'll even sheepishly apologize when it happens, but since it's already in there, Tobi decides that this is the perfect opportunity for him to get to know his new best friend even better!

"Whoopsie daisy-! You were moving too much and I slipped! Now you have to be a good girl and take responsibility for getting Tobi stuck!"

For someone who's apparently so well meaning, Tobi is incredibly rough with his new toy friend, his hips slapping against her ass while he roughly holds her in place with his gloved hands and making obnoxiously loud noises of pleasure from behind his mask, clearly he's never gotten his cock wet before judging by how whiny and overwhelmed he gets almost instantly after sticking it in.

He's so loud that it's more than likely that the entire Akatsuki can hear what he's doing behind closed doors, the more annoyed members will even chime in, telling him to 'shut up!' and 'keep it down in there!' from outside the room, the fact that her other captors can hear what's happening to her is all the more embarrassing, but Tobi is too lost in the feeling of her perfect cunt around his meat to care.

Tobi is just too pent up for his own good, recklessly dumping his load into her pussy whenever he cums (which is a lot), and he'll feign surprise when she panics about him cumming inside, he as a grown man will claim that he didn't know that was how babies were made, demonstrating that he's either completely stupid, or a brilliant actor.

After spending so much time playing with her perfectly snug pussy, Tobi loses his composure, his voice dropping multiple octaves as he let's his mask slip, although not the literal one, but even with his face still covered, it's like there's a completely different person talking now.

"Soooo are you gonna be a good little girl and join the Akatsuki? You are?! Great~!! Now learn your place in our ranks, you pathetic slut."

She's most certainly learned a very valuable lesson now, she was right in only one assessment; Tobi isn't someone to be taken seriously at all, but Obito sure as hell is.

Obitos daughter being a good little wife for him ?

tw: incest, father/daughter, dubcon, grooming, housewife kink, misogyny, praise, manipulation, isolation

All characters depicted are 18+

Ever since Obito's wife left him, leaving him to take care of their daughter all on his lonesome, the scarred Uchiha has been nothing but stressed and resentful, especially since he now needs to care for his eighteen year old daughter without any help. Feeling bad for her father, she is more than happy to start helping around the house to take some weight off his shoulders.

Obito will almost immediately notice that she's now cooking and cleaning for him, even wearing her mother's adorable frilly apron as she does so. At first he assumes that she's only being overly helpful because she wants something from him, but when he realizes that her intentions are only pure and born out of a desire to help her father, Obito feels turned on in a way he hasn't felt since before she was born.

Obito has to restrain himself from pouncing on her the very moment he catches a glimpse of her in that cute short skirt and her mother's apron, he holds back, not wanting to take advantage of her dear daughter just yet, not when she's being such a good wife for Daddy.

But he's only a man, and he can't hold back for very long when he catches a glimpse of her panties from underneath her temptingly short skirt, he practically cums just from the slight of the shape of her slit pressed against the thin fabric of her underwear, and he finally decides to take what he's wanted for so very long.

"Shhh, baby... You've been being such a good girl for daddy lately, haven't you? Let daddy show you just how much he appreciates all you do for him..."

It's pathetic how needy he's getting for his own daughter, but he can't help it, he hasn't gotten his dick wet since before she was even born, and she's just too cute for him to take his hands off of, groping all over her perfectly shaped body as he clumsily pushes his fat and leaking cock into her tight virgin cunt.

He's gentle as he pounds into her, holding her smaller body firmly against his own larger one while he moans and pants hotly into her ear, telling her how good a wife she is for her dear old dad and how she's a more obedient and beautiful woman than her horrible mommy could ever hope to be.

Obito is going to cum directly inside of her, because every wife's most import duty is to make lots of babies for her husband, even if the husband in this case is actually her own father, but that won't deter Obito in the slightest, in fact the mere thought of creating more Uchihas with his dear daughter is incredibly arousing for him.

Once he's done Obito will hold her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and praising her for being oh so very good for him, although the scarred Uchiha can't help but slip in a bit of manipulation and cruelty into the words he says to her.

"You're such a perfect little wife for me, baby... even better than that bitch mother of yours who abandoned us... But don't worry, honey, you never have to see her ever again..."

Obito didn't expect to 'remarry' so soon, albeit without any ring or ceremony, but he's more than happy to keep his cute little daughterwife all to himself, especially since she's proven to be a much better wife than her own mother.

~Precious indeed~ Imagine

He looked up from his food to you, smiling as he waved. Staring at his gorgeous eyes with a dreamy look on your face you waved back as he went back to eating, "You're amazing, even when you're not trying to be ya' are", You spoke out. Staring at you confused he tilted his head giggling "W-what??", grabbing a glass of water so he wouldn't choke. Shrugging your shoulders, gazing at him like there was nothing better on this planet to do. Leaning over the table, grabbing his face and kissing his forehead, he was even more confused but you were even more in love.

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obito: you said i'd see rin again madara: no, i said rinnegan obito: