Night’s rest with the Uchiha men. (x reader)
Characters: Itachi, Obito, Madara.
Tags: female reader, headcanons, humor, fluff, domestic, light-hearted, no use of (y/n), Madara comes with his own warnings*.
*I said “fluff and humor?” and Madara said “no, allude to smut and I want the reader naked.” Sorry everyone, this man dodges fluff like it’s an attempt on his life. Forced him to keep the humor though (success!). The other boys are tooth-rottingly sweet.
────» Itachi is a very light sleeper. Just about any noise or movement can stir him awake. You’re not even sure just how much sleep he can get when he’s so vigilant, always the last to close his eyes and the first to open them. He assures you that it’s okay for him, he got used to it way back in his Anbu days, and that instead of worrying about him, you should be resting yourself. To be honest, knowing how he is, you’re not entirely sold on that.
You might’ve tried some hands-on methods to ‘fix’ that already. The success was… well, ‘success’ is a strong word. Sleeping pills and ointments were refused on the spot. You’ve looked into it, and the only sleep jutsu are genjutsu, and, ahem, you were not about to try using genjutsu on the Itachi. Stuff like reading put you to sleep more than it did him. You felt like you tried it all to no avail. You were pouting about the failures, and you didn’t even notice how elated Itachi was to realize that you cared about him that much, how his dark eyes sparkled with gratitude and affection. He mustn’t let you know. He holds so many secrets, and one of them is that he doesn’t sleep much because he doesn’t ever want to let you out of his sight. It’s his responsibility to keep you protected, happy, and loved, and he would hate if you start to feel guilty about receiving what you deserve.
────» Despite everything, he stays with you throughout the night. Especially if you get yourself into a comfortable position and doze off, even if you’re making his arm go numb or oddly worm one of your legs between his (don’t ask how that made him feel, please), he stays put, ensuring that whatever happens, at least you get the best sleep possible. That’s the only thing that matters to him.
────» Even when the night air is crisp and goosebumps prickle his skin, or perhaps especially on those nights, the blankets, the pillows, the duvet and most of the sleeping space are yours. If you’re the type to selfishly hog all of the blankets, then you’ve found your perfect man. In fact, he is probably the one tucking you in, regardless of he fact that your sheets were stolen from him. If you’re not the type, he would be the one to offer that you take as many as you need to keep yourself warm and comfortable. And you’d never even have known that he was freezing if he didn’t subtly inch closer towards you to secure a little bit of the warmth.
────» He is a master of comfortable silence. He doesn’t speak much, but somehow, you never feel like he needs to say more than what he has. It’s almost like, whenever he does speak, his words are so carefully chosen, that they reassure you, confirm everything you need them to, and provide responses to questions you haven’t even asked, but are relieved to hear answered, anyway. It’s true. He is very particular in how he speaks to you, and perhaps that’s why, on your more restless nights, his simplest “I’ll be here, you’re safe” is enough to get you to sink back into his warm embrace.
────» He prefers complete darkness in the room. Even the moonlight can be a bit agitating, especially if the night sky reveals a cloudless full moon. When it comes to matters of the heart, he’s a bit contradictory. He wishes to bathe you in love and affection, but when it comes to himself… well, he feels unease at allowing himself to be known by another. He understands, of course, that a relationship is not a relationship if it only goes one way, yet he still seldom allows you a look into the deep well of emotions that he’s harboring within. Perhaps the times when he averts his gaze from yours, burrows his face into the pillow to hide the smile forming on his lips, lets his hair fall over his face to cover his reddening cheeks, are his first attempts at creating emotional distance between the two of you. Eventually, even his beloved will have to contend with the fact that he is a man living on borrowed time. But until then, he'll spoil you rotten.
────» Written with a post-war Obito lives AU in mind.
────» Before falling asleep, Obito likes to talk. Sometimes he talks about interesting things, sometimes he even shares things he shouldn’t and you’re not sure whether he’s lost himself in the moment or if he’s strategically trying to prolong your interest in him (as if that’s necessary, but he can never be too sure). But usually he just babbles. He could talk himself to sleep if you don’t stop him, sometimes the concept of shutting up eludes him entirely. He’s just so excited to have you, be around you, see you, touch you, feel you, hear you, and you’re always so good to him so how could he not want to spend as much time as possible in your embrace, and do you know, you let him live out his dream, he didn’t think it possible to achieve in reality, yet here you are, making it real, so real and true and he doesn’t even know, does a man like him deserve someone like you? You’re like a flicker of light, no no, you’re the entire sun, you’ve lit up the entire world in eternal daylight and he’s so happy and warm and fulfilled when he’s around you, blahblahblah love you love you love you love you Hey, does anyone else hear Only You by The Platters?
At some point you just can’t help but start giggling. You rarely ever stop the outpour of his affectionate words. He can be so lovable when he reverts back to his dorky personality. He’s never this open with others, or perhaps only in their memories from when he was a kid. You take that it means there’s a special tier of trust that he has reserved only for you, and when he’s tired, half-lulled to sleep by your comforting presence, he can’t help himself but tell you just how much you mean to him.
────» Now that he’s allowed himself to love again, it feels like all of his feelings, that he’d tried so hard to dissociate from for so many years, are spilling out at once. Eventually, he makes himself a promise. To not scare you away. Everyone has their limit, and he can’t just use you to emotionally regulate himself. He dreads being perceived as a burden by you. He’s very mindful, and I mean very mindful, to not totally overwhelm you with his neediness. And he’s good at it, he’s an excellent actor… when he’s awake. But when sleep forces his inhibitions to slip, he can’t help but reveal to you the touch-starved, desperate and clingy side of himself.
────» It doesn’t matter how much space there is on the bedding. He is exactly where you are, body pressed as close to yours as possible. The rest of the space might as well not exist. You’d think he’s trying to phase through you, or perhaps merge with you, with how close his chest is pressed to your back. If you face towards him, he sinks deeper under the sheets, nestling his head right under your chin, and pressing his forehead to your collarbone.
You can feel the wrinkled half of his skin, the warm, but hitched breaths, and hair tickling your nape. You notice that the skin on his right side is cooler than his left side. You also notice that, if you stay close together long enough, your shared body heat evens them out. You find it quite… symbolic. No matter how many sides he has, or how many of them he tries to hide from you, you will warm them all up until you get to see the real Obito.
────» Late into the night, when he’s in deep sleep, you may occasionally wake to low, soft murmurs. What he’s saying comes out in syllables, and though it’s quiet, you can make out that he’s saying your name. It’s sweet, and it’s even sweeter to see a peaceful, satisfied expression on his face in the dim moonlight. He really looks like he’s finally found his happy place. Silly man is so whipped that he can’t even shut up about you in his sleep, hehe.
────» He often hooks his leg under yours or entwines your arms in such a particular coil that it’s difficult to figure out where your limbs end and his begin. You’d think he fears you escaping from his grasp, choosing to trap you in his arms instead. You’ve heard of the devotion and possessiveness of the Uchihas, but is it not getting a bit excessive? Of course, he doesn’t restrict you like that on purpose, he’s usually long asleep by the time you find yourselves in this predicament. Fortunately, he doesn’t move much once he finds that golden position to sleep in, so it’s easy to fall asleep listening to the steady beats of his heart.
────» Set during the Warring States Period.
────» When he falls asleep, a war would need to break out right outside the room for him to wake. That’s because by the time he gets a chance to rest, he’s entirely spent. He falls asleep fast for the same reason, so you never really get to indulge in pillow talk. Though, he wouldn't be very good at it regardless. If he’s being honest, he’s sparing you the second-hand embarrassment (it’s better to have you believe that your man excels at everything than admit to his flaws, yep). However, if you do get a moment of him lying in bed awake, it’s of him giving you a contented smile, his quiet way of saying "thank you for being here for me", followed by dropping into the crook of your neck face-first. Annnd… he’s dozed off.
────» Do you like weighted blankets? Weighted blankets that are about seventy kilos of muscle squishing you down with no chance of escape? Hope that you do, because this man sleeps like a brick and if he rolls over on you, he ain’t moving. “Madara…” you whisper. “Ma…da…ra…” you say, voice increasingly louder and more urgent. Don’t even bother, your man’s out cold. “Madara!” you finally raise your tone, and he answers with a drowsy grumble. Instead of giving you some space, he just pulls his knee over your thighs, sinking you lower into the plush sheets. Well, he's comfortable.
────» His hair is everywhere. You used to wake up to black strands splayed on your face like a cobweb. There was almost no escape from that all-consuming void. You spat out a strand or two, just to feel another stuck between your lips a minute later. Once, he found a lock of damp hair when he woke, and had the audacity (when doesn’t he?) to look at you weird. Why are you eating his hair, woman?
You have taken to tying it for him before falling asleep. It’s a lot better, but the hair is too shaggy and refuses to be thoroughly contained. It’s so unfair that there is, but also isn’t, a fix. You look at him with light and hope in your eyes. “Don’t even think about it,” he growls. You sigh. Someday, you will make Madara with braided hair a reality, but that day is not today.
────» He’s hot. Wait, I mean… he’s hot in more than one way, okay!! His body is like a furnace on its own, but for some reason he insists on piling his body on yours in his sleep, basically turning the space into a steam bath. He’s like a big kitty (dangerous kitty!), driven by instinct to seek the warmest spot. Really, Madara sleeps in your warm embrace like a lion naps under the sunlight on a relaxing afternoon. Is it a stretch to say that he’d definitely compared himself to a lion at some point in the past, too? He has the mane to match, after all. And it sounds cool. And he's cool. He knows he's cool.
And yes, it’s not without merit. He is a fierce predator out there, a leader ruling with a rod of iron (in reality, a gunbai), but… over here? When his exhausted, deep grumble echoes in the room, you know that it's just your big kitty purring in satisfaction.
────» Madara would prefer to sleep in the nude, and is disappointed that he can’t really do that. Only because it’s not practical; at any point, he needs to be able to get up and be ready within the minute, which means that he sleeps with at least a pair of pants on. Flashing his clansmen is not on his to-do list, nope. The topwear is usually off, though. So yes, feel free to squeeze his pecs, it’s all muscle and scars, baby. No no, in fact please do that, he loves getting physical.
He says that it’s because it’s already so hot in the room, and that he just doesn’t want to sweat. What he means to say, though, is that he loves having skin-to-skin contact with you. And wow, look at that… It works out excellently for him. You can’t really put on any shirts, either, not with your personal heater pressing down on you like that, unless you’re particularly fond of waking up in a puddle in the morning. You already know that it’s all part of his plan to keep you naked and in his grasp. Well, not like you're going to start complaining. There is no need to fix what isn’t broken.
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