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lale-txt · 6 months

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what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Kakashi, Obito, Madara & Tobirama

a/n: reader is gn! Lale, you can't write those hcs for every series you enjoy—I CAN AND I WILL. i got positively possessed while writing these and now i'm thinking about turning each of them into a oneshot. picked my two favorite Uchihas and my two fav white haired men for this round, but i have other chars for this in the drafts already >:3c

❦ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

the subtle touches when you’re together; hands brushing, pinkies almost interlocking, your fingers tapping his arm to get his attention, his hand on the small of your back for a brief second when you move through a crowd; as if your bodies are simply drawn to each other

the urge to adjust your headband or to brush a strand of hair behind your ear when you’re too lost in thought to notice, only to snap out of it and look at him with those curious doe eyes, so full of life

the way your tongue pokes out between your lips when you patch up his wounds after a mission together; you’re so focused on his well-being that it makes Kakashi’s heart melt

your mumbled “you’re too reckless, i worry about you” that reveals just how deep that love for him runs, making it impossible for him to shove his own feelings aside any longer

the small gasp you let out when he pulls down his mask to kiss you with hunger and an unknown softness, as if he was afraid of waking up from the sweetest dream

realizing he’s not dreaming at all when you’re lying tangled in the soaked sheets together and try to catch your breaths, skin on skin, sparking little fires everywhere

your hand on his chest, feeling his fluttering heartbeat, eyes glued on your fingers as they wander down lower his stomach, until his cock is twitching in your fist and shortly after inside of you again

❦ 𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐎

everything, anything you do. this man’s heart falters the moment he feels your presence nearby.

hearing his name roll off your pretty tongue, a sound like velvet, catching him off guard whenever you call out for him, your face lightening up when he turns towards you (not knowing you’re his whole sun)

your fingertips tracing the scars on his face; a thing he has never allowed anyone before to do so, but with you… it’s different. you’re being so gentle, it makes him want to place his bare heart into your open palms

feeling your soft skin for the first time when his hands wander underneath your clothes, exploring every inch of you paired with the sweet sounds you make, his breath hitching in his throat

your pleading eyes when you tug on the hem of his shirt, silently asking for it to come off, as if he could ever resist you. as if the essence of his soul wasn’t already stained in your colors.

the way your eyes flutter wide open when he reveals this scarred body of his and how warm your lips feel on his skin when you kiss and lick and suck from the side of his neck down to his hip bones

now it’s your name falling out of his mouth, between broken moans, when that pretty mouth of yours wraps around his throbbing cock, lapping up everything he has to offer you and you’re doing it oh so willingly

❦ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀

the sound of your laughter coming through the open window with the warm summer breeze. you’re his sweet new neighbor and he’s been smitten with you ever since you showed up on his doorstep, a plate of inarizushi in your hands to introduce yourself

seeing you reading in a corner the backyard, that little frown on your face while the tip of your nose almost touches the scrolls; you’re so eager for knowledge and he can’t help but admire this

the complete shift in your expression when you notice his presence (barely anyone does, at least not like you do), your whole face brightening up as you wave at him

hearing you late at night, when you don’t realize just how thin these walls are, the sweet sounds of your moans when you touch yourself. Marada can’t help but wonder, are you thinking about him? you couldn’t possibly… right?

feeling how hard he is when he finally gives in to the temptation, palming himself to the muffled sounds of yours, only a thin wall between the two of you, you so blissfully unaware of the mess you’ve made out of him when he spills himself in his hollow fist

seeing you again in the backyard a few days later, except that this time your kimono is hiked up to your hips, your legs spread wide, giving him a good visual on what happened on the other side of the wall

his sharingan ablaze, taking in the view of you, until you gesture him to come closer, closer, till he’s on his knees in front of you, showing you just how much he adores you…

❦ 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀

the way you lean over him when he’s sitting at his desk in the hokage office, pointing out something on the scroll in front of him, but you’re making it so hard for him to focus with your chest pressing against his shoulder and that sweet smell of yours entangling him

the startled sounds you make when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders after you’ve fallen asleep in your office once again, and the way you drift back into sleep when you notice it’s him and that you can feel safe here

your apologetic smile when he’s scolding you the next day for working too much; as if he wasn’t missing out on sleep for the sake of the village and doesn’t secretly admire your passion and drive (being oblivious that maybe, maybe, you just want an excuse to spend more time by his side)

the small “oh” coming out of your mouth one night, when you’re in the archive together, searching for one specific scroll, but instead his lips finds yours and suddenly your fingers are in his hair and his are pulling you closer by the hips and that scroll is completely forgotten (it was never about the scroll)

the tension between you unloading when you straddle his lap and all the useless fabric between you is shoved aside hastily so you can sink yourself fully onto his thick length

feeling you tremble on top of him until he wraps his arms around you, holding you so close to him while he slowly works you open, his lips on your neck, his dark, calm voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you clench around him

#kakashi x reader #obito x reader #madara x reader #tobirama x reader #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #kakashi hatake #obito uchiha #madara uchiha #tobirama senju

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sloaners · 7 months

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Obito's hair grows back out from post-juubi white to black, and Kakashi enters his cougar arc

#fan art #naruto #kakaobi #kakashi hatake #obito uchiha #kakashi #obito

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visionsofmagic · 7 months

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day 4: uchiha obito [mutual masturbation]

࿓ synopsis • you can’t deny the desire you have for obito and you want to show it.

―❦ nsfw, akatsuki member!obito, watching, voyeurism, pet names, humiliaton, day dreaming (kinda), masturbation, fingering, neck holding, cum eating, swearing, ordering, power play (a little), shinobi!reader, f!reader. • 1.9k • so fun to write this maniac yet broken man, love him soo much, much favorite character from naruto beside kakashi. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

he is a wanted former shinobi, a danger to all nations, and you’re just someone he knows from the past he can’t get his mind off.

it’s always like this; he leaves the others, the world behind the moment the sun disappears, and the shining stars lighten the sky up in the night of the hidden leaf. he comes here – comes to you. he knows you wait for him because the same circle of events happened for at least 2 years now. he stays behind the tree, behind your door’s windows yet gazes on inside, traveling on your body, watching every movement, and having a peaceful – even paradise, away from the cruel world behind him.

it’s simple – maybe it isn’t but he doesn’t care; he just likes to sit on a tree, and see the sight before him – you while cooking, reading, laughing at something you watch or read, playing with your hair, sometimes pouting – cute, he thinks, and he finds them enjoyable because it is you – the only person he sees entirely, he seeks and he misses.

however, this night isn’t simple, it’s complex – he realizes even before coming here, finding you sitting on the edge of your bed, the window is wide open, the wind of the hidden leaf flows into your room, a few things fly from here to there including your hair. you seem as if you don’t notice any of it – you don’t, he can say, after with the arrival of his presence, you only focus on him.

you don’t look, eyes still on the wall in front of you, hands between your thighs, the marks of heat you have are visible on your body that is lighted below the gleam of the moon.

obito isn’t blind, no, he has an eye to see clearly, even under the dark light of the night, even from that far. the vision helps him to witness the scene before him with magnificent quality and detail.

he isn’t dumb either – can be the most intelligent man in the whole world. you know it, you always tell him how smart he is, catching little details, especially when it comes to you. he remembers the moments you were surprised when he understood gestures even though you can’t realize what you’re doing, so when he comes here, he doesn’t waste a second time to gather enough knowledge about what is going on.

he leaves a deep chuckle under his mask, a hand stays on one of the branches of the tree he is sitting on, “what a silly girl,” he says, head tilting to the side when you close your eyes, opening them again, and taking a deep breath.

with the knowledge of what you will do next, he gets excited – only you can make him feel this kind of emotion with the rest of the others including lust. he doesn’t have to be smart to get the hints; his girl – he likes to call you that, sitting on the bed, a thin white night dress you chose to wear that shows your entire body underneath it – hardened nipples because of both the cold night and him are visible, exposed thighs clenching together, and a bottle of oil standing on the bed, beside you.

it isn’t surprising that you are naughty and horny, wanting to create a show only obito can witness to. you tried this before, maybe more innocent, but you did. however, obito can’t deny that this one is far more different than the previous ones. his rapid breaths prove him right and when you take another deep breath, he sees determination in your sparkling eyes, and it catches him off the ground when you suddenly change your position.

now you sit right in front of the open window – him. he can see you directly – not your side profile. if you look up, he knows your eyes will be in contact with each other.

you don’t anyway. your eyes focus on your thigh, opening them wider, slowly, you pick up the dress until your soaked pussy can be seen – he holds his voice low when he leaves a growl, hand grips the brunch tighter, head tilts forward to see it closer – “oh maker,” he says, “what a beautiful pussy!”

he knows you hear him because your cheeks begin to burn with redness, hands squeeze the fabric of your dress, eyes half-closed.

he waits for you to move on – to give him more – he’s needy; the desire to come into your room and have you under him right away is pleasing to the ear, however, he wants to wait, you prepared for him after all. he wants to see how far his good girl can go.

two fingers get inside your wet mouth, the tongue licks them from tip to toe – his cock twitch with lust; that wet fingers travel down to your pussy, standing on your folds and playing with them, slowly enough to drive him crazy.

he expects you to put your fingers inside that fleshy pussy of yours yet you have a different plan; your left-hand finds the thin strap of the dress as the other stays still, playing with the folds, earning low lewd sounds mixing with your rapid breaths.

taking off the straps from your shoulders, it falls into your abdomen in a smooth motion, hardened nipples and the cute flesh of your breasts are revealed, making obito’s hand find his clothed cock under the cloak of akatsuki. another growl goes out of his parted and dry lips, he licks them to feel wet as if his lips taste your pussy, kneeling down and eating it out.

somehow his mind goes all dizzy, taking functions of moving from his brain, filling it with you who starts to play with hardened nipples, squeezing them from time to time – low moans leave your opened mouth that obito wants to put his cock into – for another day, he thinks.

he needs to live this moment and enjoy it at the highest level.

after quite a foreplay with your breasts – squeezing, slapping, licking them, you have obito in a state of a needy man whose mind is full of lust, brown eye activates the sharingan because he never wants to forget, the cloak is long forgotten under his feet, cock is standing inside his palm, precum licking from it.

the fingers finally enter your pussy in one go, the head is thrown back, a scream can be heard, minds lose themselves, and sin remains behind.

it’s feels so wrong and so right at the same time; neither of you cares yet the feeling of it drives both of you mad. hunger for one to another rising up with a dangerous rate in sync with your fingers going and out of your now wetter pussy, lewd sounds filling the room travel inside to outside until it reaches the man who jerking himself off while reaching euphoria closer owing to the sight he watches; wide open legs, pussy clenching around the fingers that give pleasure – but he knows well that he is one of your ultimate pleasure givers by only staring at your nearly naked body, eyes blurry, mouth half-open, breasts bouncing in rhythm.

“fuck -!” he swears under his breath, close to the edge like you, hand getting faster. “pretty –“ he says louder, wanting it to reach your ears, and it does. “my pretty girl, go on, give me –“

nodding to him, you lower your head down so that you look at each other.

eye to eye, breath to breath, heart to heart – you see the red eye he has, taking your breath away, and an idea pops inside your mind when you can’t see the lower part of his body. you guess what he’s doing under there but you need to see it, so, you chuckle, teasing him, “oh, my greedy pretty boy, can’t handle watching me like this?” it is a question, indeed, but it doesn’t feel like it. “come closer,” you say, ass moves until you reach the middle of the bed, getting away from him to provoke him. it’s unfair that he can see your pussy yet you can’t see his cock. “please –“ you say, close to the edge, “ooohh, obito –!”

without any control of the body, he moves on his own with the help of eagerness, jumping to the window fast enough to make you rethink your plan once again. the idea vanishes into thin air when your eyes connect with him; standing with his glory, he sits on the edge of the window, the mask is still on but the eye – oh that hazardous eye that can end lives gives life to you now, hands stay on the thighs to show off his thick and long cock – and yes, you open your eyes wider when you see it, precum is all over it. you have to fight with the urge of kneeling down on the ground and taking it into your mouth, sucking it, licking it so that he can fuck you with all that wetness afterward –

“pretty,” he says after chuckling deeply, taking your mind all to himself – to his presence. “move your fingers,” he orders, sounds deep and sending chills down your spine. you wait no more, readjusting the fingers, going back to the rhythm and rate you had – the difference this time is that you witness how his hand rubbing his cock, up and down, giving a weakness to you that you merely have the power to continue.

want to make him cum, make a mess, wins – you get up on your knees, rising on the bed, three fingers giving you pleasure as you bounce below them, breasts bouncing, acting like it’s his cock you’re bouncing on – riding, you moan his name, “aggh -! o – oohh –obito! please,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, neither he is – maybe a bit yet you go on screaming his name, pleases wandering around the room, eyes look at his eye and his cock, a hand holding your breasts from time to time and a sin blooms in the night.

then, he says, “fucking cum.” and you do, your own cum dripping into your fingers – to the sheets, and his white semen flows into his long fingers, ending on the floor.

getting weak – exhausted, you sit down, hands on the bed, looking up, taking a sip of achievement because you drove him mad – too needy, too greedy – and ended up masturbating with you.

a smile appears on your face, he comes closer, and he tilts his head, pointing to your mouth, “open your mouth,” he sounds bossy, alerting you that if you don’t do what he tells you, you will end up in a situation that you face with real menace side of obito, so, you open your dry mouth due to all that moans, and he puts his fingers that full of semen into it. his free hand caresses your hand as you suck his fingers off, bitter taste of the semen that belongs to obito burns the throat – you want more. “my good girl, did that all for me? and even cleaning the mess she caused,” he chuckles, fingers roaming on the lips, hand now holding the neck, kneeling down closer, the eye sparkles – turning the room into the new setting of sin which will bloom sooner than you thought, “will take care of that wet pussy after I fuck this beautiful mouth of yours. will fill all holes with my cum to reward you for the show, my special whore.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina ! special thanks. 🎆

[tagging is open!]

#💦 kinktober 2023 first week #kinktober 2023 #day 4 #uchiha obito #naruto #uchiha obito x reader #uchiha obito x you #uchiha obito x y/n #uchiha obito x f!reader #naruto x reader #naruto smut #obito smut #💌 by me #purple #THE FIRST TIME BUT IT FELT SO GOOD TO WRITE FOR HIM THAT IT TOOK NEARLY 2 K EVEN THOUGH I TRIED TO HOLD IT SHORT #well I guess I can say that I have a thing for masked and menace fictional men #thanks for reading!!#obito x you #obito uchiha x reader

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restlesswritingss · 17 days

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The Inevitable

Kakashi x reader

Rin adored her female classmates. Especially one, (Y/N). The two had grown close, almost as close as she and Obito, but with the added layer of being someone Rin could actually talk about her crush on Kakashi with. (Y/N) saw the appeal of the white haired shinobi, but he'd always picked on her. She too was an orphan and therefore couldn't feel much sympathy for his prickly personality. Everyone had been through things and lost loved ones, but not everyone was as much of an ass about it as Kakashi.

"He is just such a strong shinobi," Rin gushed, blushing while she braided (Y/N)'s hair before they went to meet up with the rest of her team.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes which Rin caught through the mirror they were kneeling in front of. She tugged playfully on her braid.

"Rinnnn, I just don't get what you see in him when he is such a prick," the other girl huffed.

Rin scoffed, "You sound just like Obito, but Kakashi just cares about the rules."

At the mention of Obito (Y/N) blushed. That was the boy she thought was crush worthy. But he liked Rin so it was a crush better kept inside. Rin was too caught up in speaking on Kakashi's good qualities to notice her reaction anyway.

Kakashi had noticed (Y/N)'s crush on Obito. It made him seethe for reasons he couldn't understand. Obito was such an idiot. How could anyone, let alone a decently respectable kunoichi like (Y/N), ever see him as crush worthy? Crushes were stupid anyway.

Kakashi and Obito were supposed to meet the girls at the city gates at seven, but Kakashi was the only one there ten minutes early. The girls got there with five minutes to spare with Rin excited as always to see him. (Y/N) had her hair in two braids, a way he'd never seen her wear it. For whatever reason it brought heat to his cheeks and distracted him from Rin's debrief on the mission.

This was one reason he hated going on missions with this girl. She was so distracting.

"Why is your hair like that (Y/N)?" Kakashi blurted out once Rin had finished her excited rambling.

Now heat rose to her cheeks along with a look of slight shock at being spoken to.

"W-what do you mean?" She mumbled, slightly defensively as her hands went to stroke one of the braids.

The thought of how soft her hair must feel went through his head. He shoved it aside.

"It's different and it's weird. Is it even safe for battle? Do you even think about anything besides vanity?"

Ok, he took it too far with the last question. He always took it a little too far, especially with her and Obito.

Shame overtook her face and Kakashi wanted to take it back, but instead he just dug his heels in and rolled his eyes at her.

"It's tied back, Rin braided it, and if you think it looks bad you can just say that," she huffed and turned her face away from him.

Rin stepped in between them with her hands in the air, ever the peackeeper.

But she was cut off by Obito, late but not as late as usual, butting in, "I think it looks cute (Y/N)! Kakashi don't be such an ass for once!"

Her eyes snapped to him and an embarrassed grin overtook her face at the compliment. Kakashi clenched his fist at this interaction going against him. He didn't care what they all thought of him, he only cared about being a good shinobi. He needed to focus on that.

Kakashi's focus would always wane whenever (Y/N) was involved.

Now they were older, Obito was gone, and he, (Y/N), Rin, and Gai were on a mission. Kakashi was the leader and he took his role ever more seriously. He would not loose another comrade due to his incompetance.

They had all taken refuge for the night in a cave with (Y/N) tending the fire to keep everyone warm while Rin healed he and Gai's wounds. Rin was tending to Gai in the moment, and Kakashi found his gaze falling on (Y/N) who had her back turned to him. She was hunched over the fire and he wanted to tell her to fix her posture. It was bad for her back.

"(Y/N)-" He began sternly but cut himself off when she turned to face him.

Again, an annoying heat went to his cheeks. Her hair was loose and her headband was off. Two strands were framing her face in a picture perfect way. How did she look pretty after fighting all day? Wait, did he just think she was pretty?

"What Kakashi?" She huffed, knowing he was going to scold her for something.

Kakashi was getting worse and worse at keeping his focus around her and it was pissing him off. He frowned and was about to snap something, anything, at her when Rin touched his arm.

She shook her head at him when he finally tore his gaze away from (Y/N). Rin then began gently healing the wounds on his stomach. She looked up at him and her pupils widened as she took him in this close. Kakashi wanted to feel something for Rin. She was pretty and he did love her, but he knew she wanted something romantic with him. Something he couldn't quite pinpoint was always holding him back from taking that step.

When Rin died, Kakashi regretted never taking that next step. Maybe she wouldn't have been so quick to sacrifice herself if she had something more to live for. He loved her, he should've shown it. He was pushing away the pain by plowing through missions and enemies, something his new position in Anbu only exasperated.

He hadn't spoken to (Y/N) in a couple weeks, but he knew she watered his plants and collected his mail when he was gone. She was the only person with a key to his current apartment. Their mutual grief had given them a momentary truce in their never ending bickering. Kakashi appreciated the way she attempted to take care of him from afar, but he missed her presence.

Today he ran into her while she was walking with Genma of all people. The two were laughing and walking a little ahead of him. Kakashi felt anger spike in his gut. It was visceral. Genma wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his body. Something in Kakashi snapped at the flagrant display of affection.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled, effectively making her push Genma off as her face turned a bright shade of red.

Genma huffed and sent him a glare as the two stopped and waited for him to catch up to them.

"Yes Kakashi?" She asked, slightly annoyed.

Kakashi looked from her to Genma, assessing their body language. They were clearly embarrassed to be caught together. He met Genma's glare, annoyed at his embarrassment. There was no reason to be ashamed of being caught with (Y/N).

"I've been looking for you, I need to speak with you about a mission. Are you free right now?" Kakashi purposefully turned his body toward her, effectively shutting Genma out of the conversation.

She looked up at him and Kakashi realized how much their height difference had grown. Where she once could look him directly in the eye, now she was at his shoulder. She wasn't small, but still smaller than him. Why did he notice that?

She huffed, he always made her huff, "Fine whatever. Lead the way oh great shinobi warrior."

The sarcasm in her voice made him glare at her. He ignored it to turn on his heel and lead her towards his apartment.

"I'll call you later, Genma," She said behind his back.

Kakashi's fists clenched.

"You've always had shitty taste in guys but really? Genma?"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means he is an ass who is also in love with Anko but will fuck anyone who will let him."

Her footsteps stopped and he turned around to see tears welling in her eyes as she stared hard at the ground.

Her voice was quiet and he wouldn't have even heard it if he hadn't rushed back to stand close enough to barely have his body touching hers when she asked, "Really? Anko?"

Kakashi's heart sunk. He shouldn't have thrown that information in her face. Grabbing her upper arms, he pulled her into him and pushed her into a nearby alley to keep her tears away from prying eyes.

It was a stupid idea because now they were pushed even closer together.

He leaned down to speak softly to her, "Yeah, they have been on and off for a while now. Whenever they are off he finds a new flavor of the week to convince her and himself he doesn't care. But, he inevitably always goes back to her."

She sighed, defeated and smacked her head into his chest.

"I am so stupid," her voice was muffled by his body but at least he wasn't wearing his Anbu chest plate.

Somehow his body knew how to comfort her even when his mind couldn't keep up. She was so close. His hands moved on their own accord, one cradling the back of her head and the other wrapping around her back to pull her closer.

Her arms slunk around his middle. The embrace rewired Kakashi's brain in an instant. This was what he never felt with Rin, or anyone for that matter. Warmth flowed through him. Every time she had come over after his father had passed to just keep him company, every time she had made his heart race and cheeks blush, every time he had been struck by how beautiful she was, playing on loop in his head.

He squeezed her tighter and spoke gently into her hair, "You aren't stupid, he is just an asshole."

She sniffled and laughed, "You're one to talk."

He chuckled and the vibration of his chest made her burrow her face further into him. It was comforting to be his arms.

It made something click in her head. Something that had always felt off about her relationship to Kakashi. She wanted him and she always had. She'd pushed down her own feelings because of Rin. The thought of Rin made her chest constrict in a mix of shame and grief.

She pulled away and quickly wiped at her eyes trying to lighten the mood again with the joke, "I guess this is the mythical soft side Rin always insisted you had."

The mention of Rin was a bucket of water on Kakashi. How could he betray her like this? By thinking of her best friend like this?

But now the floodgates were open and he couldn't stop thinking about her best friend like this. The way (Y/N) looked away from him and bit her lip, obviously hoping the joke didn't hurt his feelings, made his chest twist. She was so cute, how had he never noticed? Her hair was in two braids. She was playing with the ends of one, and he had a sense of deja vu as the thought of how soft her hair must feel struck him.

This couldn't happen. This was a betrayal of Rin, and Obito who would have eventually realized (Y/N)'s feelings if he'd had the chance to grow up. Where would they be if those two were still alive? The obvious answer was Kakashi would be with Rin and Obito would have wised up and been with (Y/N).

Then why did the idea of Kakashi being with (Y/N) feel so inevitable?

Author's Note: I have the second part outlined but I just didn't have time to fully write it right now. Will be up soon if anyone wants it! Or let me know if you're fine with this ending here and want me to shut the fuck up!

#kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi imagine #kakashi hatake imagine

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hestiashand · 1 year

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here’s part one of my naruto character requests :D close ups under the cut!

part two

[ ID: 6 digital bust illustrations in a six fanarts template. top left to bottom right is haku, shino, konan, obito kushina and mikoto. END ID. ]

[ ID: six images, closeups of the characters in the same order as before. haku is drawn leaning out of an ice mirror looking up at the viewer. he is pale and is not wearing his headband, otherwise wearing his canon clothes. shino is drawn blasian with brown skin, coily hair, and two moles. he wears his round sunglasses and a grey turtleneck jacket. he has five helix piercings on each ear, the left silver and the right gold, and is wearing gold insect earrings. he holds a rhinoceros beetle on his finger. he is in a forest with a swarm of his bugs behind him. konan is drawn with slightly grown out purple hair, light brown eyes, very light freckles and brown skin. she looks at the viewer as pieces of paper fly off her face and start forming into butterflies to the right of the canvas. she is wearing her akatsuki robe and has blue raindrop earrings. she has her purple makeup and black lip piercing. the background is a rainy sky. obito is drawn with tan skin and he looks at the viewer. he is drawn with black hair, his face scars, one sharingan and the rinnegan. the sharingan eye is droopy. he wears a dark blue turtleneck and has his childhood goggles around his neck. white patches crawl up his neck a little. his background is his eye space. kushina is drawn with brown skin, light freckles, sun spots, dimples, brown eyes and dark red hair. she is smiling and looking to the right towards mikoto. she’s wearing a yellow tank top with frills on the sleeves and gold earrings with two swirls similar to the uzumaki crest. mikoto is smiling wide while looking towards kushina. she has pale skin, a few small freckles and a silver helix piercing on her left ear. she wears a silver necklace and a brown blouse with flowers. kushina and mikotos background match with a sunset sky and trees in the back. END ID. ]

#i will link the second part in just a minute when i post it !!#i had soooo much fun doing these….. i rlly rlly adore shino obito and kushinas #.. like a lot #kushina is everything to me………….#thank u to everyone who sent in a request 😭😭 i srsly got some of my faves requested #naruto #haku #aburame shino #konan #uchiha obito #uzumaki kushina #uchiha mikoto #6 fanarts #jitters art #jitters naruto art

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