"I'D LET THE WORLD BURN"
pairing. Obito Uchiha x Top!Missing-nin!male reader
synopsis. in where obito is saved but by the wrong hands. โ 3.5k
warnings. mdni, nsfw, rough sex, amab reader, aged up obito (the kannabi bridge incident happens when he is 18), dead dove, gore, physical and emotional abuse, manipulation, toxic dependency, dubcon undertones, exploitation of trauma, dark themes.
The acrid scent of blood and burnt wood hung heavy in the air as M/n knelt by the crumpled body. The boy was a messโhis dark hair matted with dirt and blood, his skin bruised and pale.
One leg was crushed beneath the rubble, the jagged bone peaking out of the skin of whatever remained. The fleshy tethers barely holding together as the wound sluggishly oozed blood.
It was clear to M/n that he wouldnโt be able to save the leg.
The boy on the other hand barely clinging to life yetโhe was still conscious. He was mouthing words that M/n couldnโt make out but they sounded like namesโRin, Kakashi, Sensei.
M/n wondered who these people were to the boy as he stabilized him and whisked him away.
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His body was betraying himโhis ears rang, breathing felt like knives, and his body oddly enough, felt numb. Is this what it felt like to die?
Noโnot yet.
He promised them that he would catch up, that he would surpass Kakashi, so he canโt give up. But his body is betraying himโgiving up.
His vision is becoming cloudy, when suddenly he feels relief. He sees the figure of a person and he canโt help but think that Rin and Kakashi had come back for himโ they even brought sensei!
With that thought he completely falls into unconsciousness.
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When he awoke, it wasnโt the cold of death or the warmth of his team by his bedside that greeted him. Instead, it was the subtle chill, that flowed from a nearby open window.
A flickering fire cast shadows on the walls of the small cabin, its light catching on the smooth walls. He tried to sit up, but pain shot up through his chest and down to his leg, forcing him back down with a sharp gasp.
โDonโt move,โ a voice said, calm but firm.
Obitoโs gaze snapped to the source. A man knelt by his side, his face partially hidden by the shadows. His presence was commanding, the kind that demanded attention without needing to ask for it.
The manโs hands moved with practiced ease as he adjusted the bandages around Obitoโs chest, his touch surprisingly gentle.
โYouโre lucky I found you when I did,โ the man continued, his tone almost conversational. โA few more minutes, and youโd have bled out in the mud. Hell of a way to go.โ
โWhoโฆ who are you?โ Obito rasped, his throat dry and voice barely audible.
The man paused, tilting a cup of cool water to Obitoโs lipsโ he opened his mouth before he could even think of checking for poison, the water soothed his achingly dry throat.
His dark eyes met Obitoโs as he put down the cup on a nearby dresser. There was something unreadable in his gaze, something that made Obitoโs stomach twist.
โJust someone passing through,โ he said after a moment, his lips curving into a faint smile. โCall me M/n.โ
โM/nโฆโ Obito repeated, his voice cracking.
โRest now,โ M/n said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder when Obito tried to push himself up again. โYouโre in no shape to do anything reckless. Iโve already stitched up that leg of yours, but if you move wrong, youโll tear it open again.โ
Obitoโs gaze flicked to his leg, and his breath hitched at the sight of the crude splint and thick bandages wrapped around the stump where his lower leg used to be, it was gone from the mid-thigh. Panic clawed at his chest, his mind spinning as he remembered the boulder, the pain, the crushing weight that had pinned himโ
โHey.โ M/nโs voice cut through the spiral, his hand gripping Obitoโs shoulder more firmly. โBreathe. Youโre alive. Thatโs all that matters right now.โ
The words, though simple, anchored him. He inhaled shakily, forcing his mind to quiet, and nodded.
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Over the next few weeks, M/n tended to Obitoโs injuries with a patience that bordered on tenderness.
He hunted, cooked, and even shared what little he had without complaint, though his sharp, calculating eyes always seemed to watch Obito too closely.
โYouโre strong,โ M/n said one evening, his voice breaking the quiet. He was crouched by a fire outside of the cabin, sharpening a blade as the light danced across his features. โMost people wouldnโt have survived what happened to you. But you did.โ
Obito glanced at him, his expression guarded. He was still wary of this stranger, but he couldnโt deny that M/n had saved him. He owed him his life.
โI had to,โ Obito muttered, his gaze falling to the fire. โRin and Kakashiโฆ they need me.โ
M/nโs hand stilled, his blade catching the light as he looked at Obito. โDo they?โ
Obito frowned, confusion flickering across his face. โOf course they do. Theyโre my teammates.โ
M/n hummed thoughtfully, his gaze returning to the blade in his hands. โAnd where are they now?โ
The question hit harder than Obito wanted to admit. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he looked away. โThey probably think Iโm dead.โ
โMaybe,โ M/n said softly, his voice almost pitying. โOr maybe they left you behind.โ
Obitoโs head snapped toward him, anger flashing in his dark eyes. โThey wouldnโtโโ
M/n raised a hand, cutting him off. โRelax. Iโm not saying itโs true. Iโm just saying you shouldnโt expect too much from people.โ
His words lingered, settling over Obito like a shadow.
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The day Obito could walk again, he ran. His leg ached with every step, the crude prosthetic M/n had fashioned was digging into his skinโwhich to M/nโs credit said he would make a better one, one that would connect to his chakra and fit better. But he didnโt care for that right nowโhe had to see Rin, had to let Kakashi know he was alive.
But when he found them, the sight that greeted him shattered what little was left of him.
Rinโs body crumpled beneath Kakashiโs Chidori, blood staining the ground as her lifeless eyes stared into nothingness. Kakashi fell to his knees beside her, his expression twisted with grief, but all Obito could see was the blood on his hands.
Something inside him snapped. He wanted to scream, to cry, to kill, but his body refused to move. The world blurred around him, and by the time he stumbled back to the cabin, his breath was ragged and his vision was swimming.
M/n was waiting for him.
โObito,โ he said, rising to his feet as the younger shinobi collapsed into his arms. โWhat happened?โ
โTheyโฆ sheโฆโ Obitoโs voice broke as he buried his face in M/nโs chest, his fists clinging to the manโs shirt like a lifeline.
M/nโs arms wrapped around him, his grip firm but not unkind. โShh,โ he murmured, his hand smoothing over Obitoโs hair. โYou donโt have to say anything. Iโm here.โ
Obitoโs shoulders shook as he wept, the grief and anger pouring out of him in waves. And through it all, M/n held him, his gaze dark and unreadable.
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The days after Obito returned to M/n were a blur. He didnโt speak of what he sawโdidnโt have the words to describe how Kakashiโs Chidori had ripped through Rinโs chest, how her blood had painted the earth. When M/n asked, his response was always the same: silence.
But M/n didnโt press him. He gave Obito space, kept his voice soft, his touch gentle, and waited.
It was on the seventh night, after another fitful sleep, that Obito finally broke.
The fire crackled between them, casting dancing shadows across the cabin walls. Obito sat hunched over, his face buried in his hands, his entire frame trembling with barely contained emotion.
โSheโs dead,โ he whispered finally, the words clawing their way out of his throat. โRinโs dead. Heโฆ Kakashiโฆ he killed her.โ
M/nโs gaze sharpened, but his expression remained calm. He set down the blade heโd been sharpening and crossed the room to kneel in front of Obito.
โI see,โ M/n said quietly, placing a firm hand on Obitoโs shoulder. โSo now you know.โ
Obitoโs bloodshot eyes lifted to meet M/nโs, confusion flickering across his face. โKnow what?โ
โThat people betray you,โ M/n said simply, his tone laced with pity. โThe ones you love the mostโthey always do. Rin, Kakashi, your senseiโthey all abandoned you when you needed them most. And now look at you.โ
โThatโs not true,โ Obito muttered weakly, though the weight of M/nโs words pressed against him like a vice. โRin didnโtโฆ she didnโt abandon me.โ
โDidnโt she?โ M/nโs hand slid to the back of Obitoโs neck, squeezing just enough to draw his attention fully. โYou saw what she did, Obito. She chose to die. And Kakashi let her.โ
โShe didnโt wantโโ
โThen why didnโt she fight? Why didnโt she try to stay alive for you?โ M/nโs voice hardened, though he kept his expression calm. โBecause she didnโt believe in you, Obito. They didnโt believe in you. But I do.โ
The words hung heavy in the air, sinking into the cracks of Obitoโs broken resolve.
โI pulled you out of that wreckage. I saved you when no one else cared. Not Rin, not Kakashi, not anyone.โ M/n leaned closer, his grip tightening slightly. โYou only have me now. And I will never leave you. But you have to let go of them. Let go of the people who hurt you.โ
Obitoโs shoulders shook, his breath hitching as the first tears fell. And when M/n pulled him into his arms, cradling him like a fragile thing, he didnโt resist.
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It started as training.
At first, M/nโs methods seemed harsh but reasonableโhe drilled Obito relentlessly, making him push past exhaustion, teaching him how to move with his new prosthetic.
The pain in his missing leg was unbearable some days, but M/n was always there, his voice unwavering: "Your pain is a gift. Learn from it."
Obito tried. He really did. But the grief still gnawed at him, slowing his movements, making him hesitate. He could still see Rinโs face, still hear Kakashiโs voice calling her name.
M/n saw it. He always saw it.
One evening, after Obito collapsed mid-exercise, chest heaving and body trembling, M/nโs patience snapped.
"Youโre weak," M/nโs voice was cold as steel. "Thatโs why you couldnโt save her. Thatโs why they left you."
Obito flinched, his fingers clenching in the dirt beneath him. โIโm trying,โ he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
"Not hard enough."
The kick came fastโM/nโs boot slammed into Obitoโs ribs, sending him sprawling onto the ground. The air fled from his lungs in a choked gasp, pain searing through his body like fire. He curled in on himself instinctively, clutching his side.
His mind screamed at him to fight back, to retaliateโbut he didnโt. He couldnโt.
M/n crouched down beside him, fingers gripping Obitoโs chin, forcing his face upward. His dark eyes were unreadable, but there was something expectant in them. Waiting.
โLook at me,โ M/n ordered.
Obitoโs vision was blurred, pain radiating through his skull, but he obeyed.
The moment their gazes locked, a sharp snap rang through his headโa shift, a pull, like something deep inside him had finally woken up.
M/nโs expression changed slightly, his fingers tightening just a little. "Oh?"
Confused, Obito blinked, the world suddenly too sharp, too vivid, too clear. The flickering fire behind M/n cast shifting shadows across his face, the individual strands of his hair distinct in a way that shouldnโt be possible.
His breath hitched.
"The Sharingan," M/n murmured, a slow smirk curling his lips. "Three tomoe."
Obito didnโt understand at first. He blinked again, the clarity still there, still unnaturalโand then realization hit him like a blade to the chest.
His Sharingan had fully matured.
The pain, the anger, the agony of lossโit had pushed him to this moment.
M/n had pushed him to this moment.
Obito shuddered, his lips parting as if to speak, but nothing came out. He felt sick, like something inside him had shifted permanently.
M/nโs thumb brushed over his split lip, smearing the blood there as if admiring it. "Now, do you see?"
Obito swallowed hard, his new vision locking onto M/nโs eyes.
"Pain makes you stronger," M/n murmured, almost reverently. He released Obitoโs chin but didnโt move away. "You should be thanking me."
And Obito did.
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M/n hadnโt spoken in a while.
The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. The only sound was the dull drip, drip of blood hitting the wooden floor. Obitoโs blood.
He knelt, panting, sweat and crimson streaking his face. His body ached, the dull throb in his ribs reminding him of the blows he had taken. His Sharingan still spun wildly, his breath sharp and uneven.
He had failed. Again.
M/n leaned back against the wooden table, arms crossed. He was watchingโalways watchingโbut his expression gave away nothing.
Obitoโs stomach twisted. He had learned to recognize that look.
"Disappointing," M/n finally murmured, shaking his head.
Shame burned through Obitoโs chest like acid. His fingers twitched where they rested against the floor, curling into fists.
Not enough.
He was never enough.
โIโฆโ Obito swallowed thickly. โIโll do better.โ
M/n exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. โWill you?โ
โYes.โ His voice was desperate now, raw with something frantic. He lifted his head, looking up at M/n with pleading, bloodshot eyes. โTell me what to do. Iโll do anything.โ
M/n tilted his head slightly, as if considering it. Then, after a long moment, he moved.
He crouched in front of Obito, reaching out. His fingers caught Obitoโs chin, tilting his face up fully. The touch was softer than it should have been, considering the pain he had just inflicted.
"You still hesitate," M/n said quietly, his thumb grazing the sharp edge of Obitoโs jaw.
Obito shivered beneath the touch, not out of fearโbut something else.
M/nโs voice dropped lower, his words slow, deliberate. โYou hold back because youโre still clinging to them.โ
Obito's breath hitched.
Them.
Kakashi. Rin. Sensei. The ghosts of his past still clawed at him, whispering in the back of his mind.
He squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to drown them out.
โI donโtโโ he started, but M/nโs grip on his jaw tightened just enough to stop him.
โLying doesnโt suit you, Obito.โ
Obito opened his mouthโto argue, to denyโbut the words died before they could form.
Because M/n was right.
There was still a part of him that ached when he thought of Rinโs smile. A part of him that still saw Kakashi standing over her body in his nightmares.
And M/n had no patience for hesitation.
A sharp sting lashed across his cheekโfast, precise, controlled. Obitoโs head snapped to the side from the impact, a choked gasp escaping him.
M/n hadnโt hit him hard. Just enough to prove a point.
โYou need to let them go,โ M/n murmured, his hand cupping the cheek he had just struck. His touch was warm, careful, fingers brushing soothingly over the red mark.
Obitoโs breath stuttered.
The contrastโthe sharp bite of pain followed by thisโit left him reeling. His mind struggled to reconcile the two, to make sense of it.
But M/n made it easy.
M/n was always there, guiding him, grounding him.
"Do you trust me?" M/n asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Obito nodded, without hesitation. "Yes."
M/nโs fingers trailed down, pressing against the frantic pulse at Obitoโs throat. He smiled, satisfied.
"Then prove it."
Obito blinked. "How?"
M/n leaned in, his lips almost brushing against Obitoโs ear. "You know how."
And he did.
Burn it all.
Konoha. The village that took everything from him. The village that let Rin die. The village that would never accept him now.
Obito trembled. The hesitation was thereโa flicker, a ghost of something old and useless.
Then M/nโs fingers curled around the back of his neck, holding him steady. The touch was possessive, grounding.
"You belong to me, Obito. And I take care of whatโs mine."
Something in him snapped.
Rin was dead. Kakashi had left him. Konoha had abandoned him.
M/n was the only one who had stayed.
He exhaled shakily, feeling the last pieces of his past fall away.
"Youโre right." His voice was different nowโcolder. Certain.
M/n grinned. "Good boy."
Obito let out a shuddering breath. And for the first time in his lifeโhe felt free.
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Obito was on his hands and knees, his face pressed against the sheets, breath ragged, body trembling. His arms ached from holding himself up, but he didnโt dare collapseโnot when M/nโs grip was so tight on his hips, bruising, possessive.
M/n was taking him apart.
Splitting him open. Stretching him too wide.
Each thrust was deep, unforgiving, his thick cock slamming into Obitoโs abused hole, making his vision blur. The wet sounds of skin against skin filled the dimly lit cabin, mixed with Obitoโs shaky moans and M/nโs amused chuckles and groans.
"Fuck, Obito," M/n groaned, dragging his nails down Obitoโs back, leaving red lines behind. "Youโre taking me so well."
Obito whimpered, his fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. His entire body was burning, a mix of lingering pain from training, exhaustion, and the unbearable pleasure coiling tight in his gut.
He shouldnโt love this.
He shouldnโt crave it.
But M/n had made him need it.
"M-M/nโ" Obito gasped, his voice cracking as M/n suddenly thrust deeper, grinding against his sweet spot. His back arched sharply, his body betraying him, his walls squeezing around M/nโs thick length.
"What?" M/n taunted, fisting a hand in Obitoโs sweat-damp hair, yanking his head back. He tilted Obitoโs face just enough to see the tears clinging to his lashes. His smirk widened. "You crying for me?"
Obito bit his lip, choking down a whimper. He was so full, so overstimulated, so wrecked. His thighs shook from strain, but he didnโt want M/n to stop.
He needed it.
"Pleaseโ"
M/nโs grip tightened in his hair, forcing his head back further. His breath was hot against Obitoโs ear, sending shivers down his spine.
"Please, what?"
Obitoโs pride had long since shattered.
He didnโt care if he sounded desperate.
He didnโt care if he had to beg.
"Please fuck me harderโ"
M/n groaned, slamming his hips forward in a bruising thrust. Obito let out a broken cry, his back arching beautifully beneath him.
"Thatโs more like it," M/n growled, setting a ruthless pace. Each thrust knocked the air out of Obitoโs lungs, reducing him to whimpers and choked moans.
M/n was ruining him.
Breaking him in every way possible.
Obitoโs dick dripped precum onto the sheets, untouched, twitching with every deep, brutal stroke into his puffy hole. He was so close, his entire body trembling, but M/n hadnโt given him permission yet.
"You wanna cum, donโt you?" M/n murmured, dragging his tongue along the shell of Obitoโs ear.
Obito nodded frantically, his sore walls fluttering around M/nโs cock, sucking him in deeper.
"Then beg."
Obito didnโt hesitate.
"Pleaseโfuck, please let me cumโ"
M/n chuckled, his thrusts slowing, teasing. "So obedient now. What happened to all that defiance?"
Obitoโs face flushed darker.
He was too far gone to fight back.
He was too addicted to M/nโs touch, to his praise, to the sharp edge of his cruelty.
"M/nโ" he whimpered. "Pleaseโneed it, pleaseโ"
M/n hummed, pleased. His grip on Obitoโs hips tightened as he slammed forward, hitting his prostate in brutal strokes.
"Cum for me."
Obitoโs entire body seized up, his eyes rolling back as he came without a single touch. His cock throbbed, spilling hot streaks of cum onto the sheets, his walls clenching around M/n in desperate spasms.
M/n groaned, slamming into him a few more times before burying himself deep, spilling inside.
Obito shuddered violently, his body spent, legs weak and trembling.
But M/n didnโt let him collapse.
Instead, he pulled Obito up against his chest, his lips brushing against Obitoโs sweat-damp temple.
"See how good you are for me?" he murmured, his fingers stroking Obitoโs throat, feeling the frantic pulse beneath his skin.
Obito whined softly, leaning into the touch, into the praise.
M/n smirked.
"Good boy."
And Obito let himself sink deeper into M/nโs armsโdeeper into the devotion he could no longer escape.
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Later that night, Obito knelt before M/n once more. His head resting against M/nโs lap.
The fire flickered between them, casting long shadows. M/n watched him with something unreadable in his gaze.
"What would you do for me, Obito?"
Obito didnโt even pause.
"Anything."
M/n smiled, reaching out to tilt his chin up. Their eyes metโObitoโs unwavering, the three tomoe in his Sharingan burning like embers.
"Then say it."
Obito closed his eyes and whispered:
"Iโd let the world burn."
M/nโs smirk deepened. He leaned in, his lips barely brushing against Obitoโs ear.
"Good boy."




















