#i'm... sorry?

[mrsbakashi]

MINE

summary: your boyfriend is not happy when he hears you were walking around the village with another guy, so he pays you a little visit.

words: 2K

a/n: i just wanted to write this other side of obito that also lives in my head. i took some liberties. english is hard.

⚠️ c.w: jealous-possessive obito, low-key (or not) violent behavior, smut (duh), kinda angsty by the end.

you were in your bedroom, laying on your bed with the light on, finishing the first chapter of the book you bought with kakashi a few hours ago when you heard the doorbell. you checked your clock and it marked 8:12 pm. weird. you rarely had any visitors, specially at night.

you put the book aside when you heard your father talking with someone. your parents had come to spend the weekend with you because they "saw you little since you moved out". you were touched by the act, but you were better off left alone, which is why you excused yourself, saying you were going to sleep early and was alone in your bedroom a few seconds ago.

your father laughed, which made you more curious... who could it be?

- y/n! - your father called, before turning around and seeing you. - oh, you're there, i hadn't seen you. this charming little guy is here to see you... sorry, what did you say was your name again?

you froze in place the second you saw him, recognizing the orange mask right away. uh-oh.

- tobi! - obito replied with that ridiculous voice he used to give tobi life, laughing at the end and raising his arms. his voice was loud and happy, but his eye focused on you and you felt every single hair on your body shiver.

- tobi! - your father repeated laughing, finding the name funny, then looking at your mother and saying: - his name's tobi!

your mother laughed too, but you couldn't see what was so funny in a ridiculous name and an annoying personality. the truth is maybe you would be laughing with your parents if you weren't so damn terrified.

you were in trouble. you just knew it. if obito was at your house on a normal saturday night while your parents were visiting, it meant you were in trouble. your heart was beating so fast you felt like it could jump right out of your chest any second. obito didn't take his eyes off of you, not even when he was laughing with your parents.

- so, tobi, why don't you come in? - your father invited, opening the door a bit more, giving obito space.

- no! - you screamed before obito could answer. - no, i mean... we can talk outside, i feel like walking a little, breathing the night air, you know.

- take your coat! - your mom recommended.

you took your coat from the coat hanger next to the door and promised your parents you'd be right back, knowing damn well that you couldn't really promise anything when it came to obito.

as soon as your father closed the door, obito grabbed your arm and you were sucked into a place you didn't even know where it was.

- ouch! - you complained when he finally let go of your arm, practically tossing you off. his grip was harder than it needed to be, and you were sure that would leave a bruise.

- ouch? is all you have to say? ouch?! - he asked, ripping the mask off, looking at you outraged. - i'll show you what pain really looks like. - he threatened.

your stomach was agitated because of how nervous you were. obito could be violent, rough and vengeful when he wanted to be, having an insane amount of ways of punishing and torturing you.

- i'm sorry...? - you tried.

- exactly what are you sorry for?

- for whatever it is that i did this time. or what you think i did.

he came suddenly - a second ago he was four steps away from you, and now there he was, hovering you, giving you no way out, stuck between his body and the wall behind you.

- i don't think, princess, i know.

he put two fingers on your chin to force you to look up at him when you tried to look away.

- i'm sorry... - your tried again.

- what are you sorry for? - he asked.

- tell me what i did, and i'll tell you what i'm sorry for...

obito grabbed your ponytail and pulled it down violently, making you arch your back to follow the movement your head did since your hair was attached to it. you almost screamed, but obito covered your mouth, his face millimeters from yours.

- you're trying to be funny, but i don't like it when you're trying to be funny.

a single tear fell from your left eye and that seemed to soften him a little. he let go of your hair, but his hand circled your neck.

- i heard you were whoring around the village with kakashi today, in a pretty tiny, tiny yellow dress... probably the one i sent you last week.

- obito, don't even start, kakashi and i are just friends...

- yeah? - he interrupted you. - just friends? i know how well you treat your friends... i was your friend once, in case you don't remember.

his grip around your delicate throat was harder and it got a little hard to breath.

- we were just friends until you helped me feel better at the hospital... do you remember that day, darling?

- obito, stop! - you pleaded, trying to push him away.

- 'twas the day you became mine, i claimed your body, i marked you, you're mine!

you tapped his hand when his grip got even stronger, your face turning a little red. he took his hands off of you and and took two steps back, breathing deeply, but all you could see was the fury in his eye.

- it's unacceptable that i leave for two weeks and you already forget that i own you!

- i'm allowed to have friends, you know! and, unless you lock me up, i have to interact with other people. it's called living in society! i know you've been isolated for a long time and-

- don't give me ideas, princess... - he threatened you.

- you're being unreasonable!

- no, you are! whoring around the city with a douchebag while your boyfriend is working? you're just a pathetic needy slut, aren't you? - his hand was back on your neck, body pressed hard against yours.

- you're cute when you're jealous. - you teased.

obito put his lips on your so urgently, so violently you were sure he had cut your lip and you would feel the impact later, but right now all you needed was his tongue filling your mouth, his hands all over, his body pressed hard against yours. you threw your hands around his neck and he tightened a little the grip around your throat getting a moan from you.

- just a pathetic slut. - he repeated, biting your lower lip.

- shut up and kiss me, you idiot.

obito glued his lips back to yours and pressed his hips against yours - you could feel his erection against your leg, which made you feel like your body was on fire.

- were you trying to get my attention? were you hoping somebody was watching so they could tell me?

obito's hand traveled down your body, leaving a burning trace behind it, then finally entering your pants.

- yes! - you unconsciously screamed when his fingers found your clit, closing your eyes automatically.

you heard him laugh while his fingers draw those lazy circles he was so good at.

- i bet he wouldn't know how to touch you, where to touch you.

- no, he wouldn't...

obito kissed you to keep you from screaming while he put two fingers inside you. you moaned on his lips and hanged your leg on his hip to give him more space, which made him smile.

his fingers were working wonders inside you, arching, stretching your walls just enough, preparing you, finding your sweet spot with no effort, and then hitting it again and again and again, keeping on the edge, but not quite there yet. you needed a little more, and he knew it.

- obito, please! - your cried, leaning your forehead against his.

- i know you can beg better than that.

he added a third finger, speeding the circles on your clit, which made your body shiver.

- please, please, pretty please...

you were so lost in him, completely given. you would do whatever and however he said.

he lifted your head to look at your eyes.

- please what?

you didn't answer, and that didn't make him happy. he pulled his hand out and you never felt so empty.

- oh, please, don't be mean, i'll be good, i will, i promise!

- you promise?

you nodded frenetically, anything to keep his hands where you wanted him.

obito kissed you, caressing your tongue with his own and drinking your moans when he forced himself inside of you, stretching you, making you feel better than his fingers ever could, making you feel so good, so full. you wrapped your legs around his waist, his left hand was firm on your hip keeping you in place, while the other was still firm around your neck. his pace was rough, hard, fast, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix violently, but it felt so good you couldn't help but moan and hold on to him.

- does it feel good?

- so good!

- can anyone else make you feel like this?

- no, no one...

he grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, watching your lips part.

- you're mine. do you understand that?

you nodded, looking pathethic, sinking your nails on his shoulders when the knot in your abdomen got thighter and thighter. he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, you needed more of him, feel him with every inch of your body, so you pulled him impossibly close, as if you could melt into him.

- babe... - was all you said, dropping your weight on him, feeling weak.

obito knew you were close and, being the sucker that he was for you, he knew he was almost there just because you cumming was the hottest sight in the whole universe.

to be honest he wanted to punish you, to torture you; he wanted to tie you to a bed and tease and tease until you couldn't take it anymore, and then denying your orgasm until your fainted and learned the lesson, until you remembered you were his alone, but how could he do any of those things if just by looking at made him feel like he was capable to declare war against the entire world just to make you smile. but you were his - always have been and always would be. his.

your walls started clenching around him, the knot on your abdomen finally releasing when you came, moaning obito's name directly on his mouth, something he always found incredibly sensual. obito used both his hands to keep you in place while his pace got faster, harder and he grunted while you tried to hang on a little longer for him to have his release, though you were so sensible.

- mine! - he growled, finally emptying himself inside you, but never pulling out.

he kept his hand around your waist, holding you up so you wouldn't fall. it took a while for you both to recover your breath and strength. obito always treated you like that, rocking your entire world.

- i missed you, i missed you so much. - you confessed running your hands through his face.

- i missed you too, baby girl. - he kissed the palm of your hands.

- i hate it when you're away. i hate it so much.

obito's answer was to kiss you softly, barely touching your lips, and you just stayed there for several minutes - your legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside you, your hands touching his face, memorizing the texture of his skin, the muscles he used to kiss you, the ones he used to smile, all there, at the tip of your fingers.

- you should go back, your parents are probably worried. - he finally broke the kiss, pushing your legs down.

- come back with me, spend the night, please, please, please...

- i can't... i have a lot to do.

obito wiped the tears that insisted on falling from your eyes and you pulled him in for another kiss.

- promise me you'll be careful, promise me you'll be back soon.

- i'll do my best.

obito's a rms let go of you, and the cold air hit you hard, compared to the heat of his body. you felt cold, lonely and empty - he was leaving again, and you didn't know when you would see him next, or if you would. there were a lot of people hunting the real leader of the akatsuki, and every mission was so dangerous... you lived with high levels of anxiety all the time, and obito was to blame. the worst part is that there was nothing you could do about it, he would never take you with him and put your life in danger, but he couldn't stay either, not when everyone thought he was dead and/or considered him a threat.

obito pulled you in for a last hug and kissed your lips gently, then traced kisses through your jaw line and whispered on your ear:

- remember you're mine. if i see you walking around with kakashi again i won't be responsible for my actions.

and then you were back at the front of your house and he was gone, just like that. the only thing that indicated he had been there was his smell lingering in the air and the red mark around your neck.

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[myunluckyjourney]

Hello... I am gay. And very small. (I say as if I'm not average height)

Uhhhh-

You know what? I'll tell you guys the newest fandom that I have fricked around and found out.

The previous fandom was Spiderverse, I'll let you know that. Specifically my main bois, Hobie and Pavitr.

Uhhhh- any guesses, you fricking hooligans?

Edit: I also opened an Etsy shop :]

Edit 2: oh frick, this is Cas (in case you couldn't tell)

#across the spiderverse #not art #not rottmnt either #you know what? #it's nothing #i am nothing #... this is not a vent #i'm... sorry? #i'm sorry

[sassasafreeaction]

On board with a S3 1941 continuation. I think it has to be the case at this point. I want it to be that they've kissed because it makes sense why they'd be so stuck in 1941 then, but also I hate the thought that the first kiss of their 6000 year love affair is one that is an angry and desperate goodbye. Maybe I'm just in denial like that.

Based on my plausible deniability bit from yesterday (here), I'm starting to have to wonder now if its going to be a drunken and messy initial confession, or I at least think that it's only going to happen because of how much they've gone through that night and because they have the cover of alcohol.

Crowley goes to head out because it's late. They've had a long evening, but both of them still have alcohol in their system. Aziraphale isn't ready yet to let him go. - You should stay... - but he never tacks the word night onto it. He's left it open-ended and Crowley, also not sober, let's it slip. - I'll stay as long as you like, angel. - And it's not as direct as 'I'll stay forever' but it carries that same weight as I'll give you a lift anywhere you want to go.

Aziraphale panics and responds the same way he does with the Antichrist situation. He sobers up because he can't handle what they're actually talking about otherwise, but he backpedals. 'You can't, Crowley.' And Crowley is ready for rejection then, but again, so much has changed for them both this evening. Aziraphale especially though if you're on board with 1941 being when he realizes that he loves Crowley and the feeling is mutual. 'You must know that I adore you, but I... we could never.'

'What do you mean, never.'

Aziraphale huffs, frustrated because he knows he's being misunderstood. He needs Crowley to know that he loves him. He does with every fiber of his being, but he also can't shake off this burning need to protect him at every turn, neither of them can. 'After everything that's happened tonight - they were going to haul you away just because they saw us spending time together. If we-"

"If we what, angel?" And Crowley's gotten in close now, has backed him into a corner. He wants so desperately to have Aziraphale say it first because he can't handle the rejection if it isn't true.

The words are gone now though. He doesn't have them to articulate what they could be, why they can't be. "Oh, Crowley," he says in the same way that he will in 2023.

"Tell me." Crowley presses again, coming even closer now. There's almost no distance between their faces.

"Please stop," Aziraphale says, voice cracking. He can't give it a name. The only thing protecting them now is that they haven't given this feeling between them a name. It's the final words to the spell, and if he says it, he knows he'll be unable to break himself from it. But it isn't safe.

Crowley steps back then, genuinely distressed. He didn't mean to make him cry, which he is. He can see the tears in the corner of his eyes as he regards him, perhaps wishing at this point that he'll just leave and save them both. He can't though. He's been drawn to him for all of this time. He removes his glasses instead. "I'm sorry, Aziraphale, I didn't- I'm sorry. We can just-"

Aziraphale puts firm hands out between them. "We can't just." He can't handle a stop gap. Either he wants all of Crowley or none of him - none hurts less than some. "There can't be... exceptions. They'll know."

"How will they know?" Crowley growls, not seeing it. He on the other hand can handle a middle ground because he'll take anything Aziraphale will offer him. Perhaps it's his demonic nature that makes him greedy. "That's the whole point of this shop, so they can't know."

A bitter laugh bubbles out of him. "We can't just stay in here forever."

"Why not?" He's pleading now. Please for the love of someone, please don't send him away now.

"You know why, Crowley." Aziraphale closes the distance now. He grabs Crowley's lapels almost as though he's bundling him up to go back outside. "You have to go."

His face falls. Only moments ago he had you can stay and it feels almost in the same breath as though he's lost all of that. "Please, angel. I'm sorry-"

And Aziraphale kisses him. It catches him so off guard because his words don't match his actions. A part of him is used to that now though. Is use to hiding. He kisses him back though. He holds Aziraphale while he trembles.

When they pull away, Aziraphale has hardened his face. The smile is fake and practiced, and it guts Crowley in a way he wasn't expecting. He's never seen that look directed at him before. "I think... I think perhaps I've had a little too much this evening." Even the chuckle he offers as he lets Crowley go is hallow. "Probably best you head out."

Crowley watches Aziraphale continue to try to school his face. One final tear slips out from the corner and he throws his shades back on before he follows suit and cries like some sort of wounded animal. "Right...."

Azirphale reaches a hand out. "Crowley!" He tries not to look too eager as he turns back around. The angel withdraws his hand to his chest. "Drive safe..."

#I was trying to make a point #But I think I wrote a fic instead #I'm... sorry? #good omens #plausible deniability #alcohol

[kimchunsgha]

cookie was innocent, just worded unfortunately. western fans misread it. its about burning a CD for someone, which is why there are a lot of CDs in the music video.

..... did we see the same lyrics

#like god i don't have the patience for this #if u want to support them do #but i have my stance on it and someone who is an adult #i just don't feel comfortable #i'm... sorry? #asks #anon

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

#thinking about the person i saw saying that if you're at a protest #and other protesters try to stop you from becoming violent you should just kill them bc 'peace police are still police' #even taken as hyperbole that's simply dumb as shit on every conceivable level #it's also pretty blatantly hypocritical coming from people who are usually self-avowed prison/death penalty abolitionists #like i'm sorry but you don't get to be a death penalty abolitionist and also call for the death of your political enemies online #this isn't a major issue or anything i'm just bored and annoyed

[sergle]

this tweet is making me choke to death

#real though #sergle.txt #i'm sorry ik i don't generally post other ppl's tweets but i've been crying at this for a few minutes now

[kiryuing]

#and so milgram was born #milgram #meme #Jackalope #hope no one has done this already #this post broke containment. if you're here for tma this is about a music project called milgram where prisoners in a panopticon sing song #about their crimes . anyway . the warden is a talking jackalope . #which was edited into this post. so uh. he is on your blog now #i thought it was very obvious that this was an edited icon and display name but apparently some people think Twitter op was a milgram fan #I'm sorry to disappoint

[seagiri]

when did this happen???

#my art #my animations #dungeon meshi #chilchuck tims #senshi #marcille donato #laios touden #i wanted to color it but i realized how awful my work process is and it wasn't worth it. enjoy anyways #also first frame senshi is slightly traced i'm sorry he's hard to draw from that angle

[onefey]

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

#pokemon #pkmn #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #tag games #someone might've done this concept already but i had a worm in my brain you know. #i thought itd be fun to list all the unevolved pokemon... now i know there's only around 400 evolution lines total! #.. not counting mythicals legendaries ultra beasts or paradoxes #by the way! alongside the shiny result there are two other bonus results: an obligatory pikachu and... a surprise!!! #finally feel free to let me know if i misspelled something or accidentally included an evolved mon (other than pikachu) #sorry long tags ha 😅 i'm done now

[shayneysides]

hobie: kill yourself

pavitr: WHAT THE HELL BRO WHAT DID I DO

original format from @ha-youwish in this post!

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #gwen stacy #miles morales #astv fanart #spiderman #sorry im overtagging so much i just spent way longer on this than i should've #also the post editor seems to have compressed the image to hell so i rly hope it doesn't post so fuzzy #anyways. pav is so so silly #astv #spiderverse #spiderverse fanart #again i'm sorry for overtagging this movie just has SO MANY TAGS #spiderband #spiderman across the spider verse #edited because it suddenly started getting a ton of notes and i hated that i mischaracterized pavitr in it

[nipuni]

the snake of eden 🥰

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #my art #I love him!!! #something quick because I'm very busy im sorry 😭 #I have a ton of gomens sketches I want to work on when I'm done with my current deadlines I can't wait #I'm also making new outfits inspired by them!! #and I have a couple of poto paintings to finish!! and more poto content to share very soon eughuehg #also tempted to make doctor who fan art because I love tenth is there even still an audience for it? lmao #the audience is me 😌 #I'm always the most inspired when I'm busy as hell 🥲 #aaaaaa

[brick-brooke]

#bg3 #bg3 memes #baldur's gate 3 #i feel like everytime i start a new game i need to make memes for it lol #anyway i love every companion so far #i'm sorry jaheira and minsc i have not gotten that far yet :( and i know nothing about minthara lol

[suiheisen]

studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.

#i'm sorry but unnnnffffffffffff. Hot. my humongous chicken-lizard wife <33333333 #she's so majestic.... #like. i get it shuro and marcille. #also that is my favourite page of the manga #watch as tumblr tags this mature content for chimera boobs. i'm always getting kinkshamed on this site... #anyway. this too is yuri. climbing her like a tree. #this episode coming out on lesbian visibility week... the universe knows what i need #falin touden #marcille donato #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #anime #manga #spoilers #dungeon meshi spoilers #blood tw #long post #lesbian #dunmeshi spoilers

[captainjonnitkessler]

You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".

Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.

#there is not a third option. it is either trump OR biden #and one of those will be much MUCH worse for palestine #i'm really really sorry that these are the options. i wish they weren't. #but WHAT third option are you trying to take here? what on earth is your proposed outcome #that will actually make things better for palestine? #because letting trump win the election is NOT going to help them #i'm sorry but you need to set aside your feelings and take the option that will lead to less harm to palestine in the long run #you talk such a big game about how people need to be willing to make sacrifices to help palestine #but you yourself aren't even willing to hold your nose and vote to stop things from getting worse? #or did you think 'sacrifice' only meant not getting mcdonalds for a few months? #us politics

[scorndotexe]

i can't lie to you i loveee bad endings sometimes. what if nothing worked out. what if the characters gave into their worst instincts. what if they became worse. what if there's truly no hope left. what will they do out of desperation? who will they become as their worst selves?

#sorry. i'm compelled by terrible endings. #persimmon's rambles

[orcboxer]

It is fuckin insane the sheer disregard everyone has for covid and how utterly bizarre it feels to be actively losing credibility in people's eyes just because I take it seriously. Everyone thinks I'm being "silly" but I literally was in the middle of getting a degree in microbiology when this shit started, I was literally taking immunology and virology courses when the pandemic hit, it's not like I have a poor understanding of the topic. I've been watching the death rate and keeping up with the new variants and vaccines and symptoms and I can bring up all the sources I want but it feels useless, nobody wants to hear it, nobody gives a shit.

#bummer post #sorry I'm moody this is one of the worst months for me. and also for public health