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[madarasgirl]

Twin Flames- NSFW Chapter Five (End)

“I was on that blasted site to find you…You are exactly who I’ve been searching for all these years. And there is nothing in this lifetime that keeps us apart.”

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For my fan @margretesonigiri. Happy Murder Monday 🔪

Warnings: partially NSFW, romance, drama, conflict resolution, lots of dialogue, gratuitous smut, love making, cunnilingus, 69, face sitting, body worship, unprotected sex, mating press, breeding kink

The smut is under the cut. For readers who don’t do smut/are underage, you can skip the long sex scene and the ending will make sense. SFW version of the chapter here. Words: 7759

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It was well over a month before you saw each other again. At first, Madara assumed both you and him needed time to decompress after the last encounter. Madara knew your shift schedule, which you previously provided to facilitate the planning of outings. You also mentioned another wave of school hitting. After weeks of radio silence from you, he figured you likely were very busy lately, but if your lack of contact was your playing of games with him, he wasn't engaging.

So he left for the conference in Japan for several weeks. The trip went well, all things considered.

His mood was foul for much of these last weeks, even while conducting business. The idiot Hashirama thought it was appropriate to venture a joking guess, asking if his ‘gloomy face’ was perhaps the result of the plague of romantic woes. The other brother, shrewd and opinionated, thankfully stayed quiet. Madara swore he would have stabbed Tobirama in the head if he was forced to endure prodding from another nosy Senju.

This was until Izuna decided he could comment on Madara’s life as well when they returned from Japan. Madara snapped back, rudely informing his little brother there was no issue, that his personal affairs were none of Izuna’s concern. The boorish boy dared to jeer at him, emphatically remarking that he should “just go see you again,” as if he made no attempts to contact you before the conference.

Staring daggers at nothing, he thought back on how you tried to return his keys that doomed night when he brought you home from your penthouse. As if he, Uchiha Madara, would take back an item he had gifted another. Your tears had finally ceased and you were disturbingly calm. When he wouldn’t accept repossessing the keys and attempted to reason with you again, your expression broke. You told him “money doesn’t solve everything.” Falling apart once more, you bid him goodbye while stuttering and left those keys on the passenger seat before easing the door shut behind you.

Stubborn woman. Similar to Izuna, there were times when you were childish in temperament. He already showed you who you were to him, yet you didn’t understand and left. Between you and him, someone had to be the adult.

Madara strode across his office, feeling thunderous as he recalled the memories he made with you. It seemed his thoughts were completely occupied by you lately. He thought back on your fingers tangled in his that treasured day when you searched together for Izuna’s gift, how you beamed at him in delight at your house, and your shocked expression during your first kiss with him. He remembered your juvenile jokes, the first time you approached him for a kiss and how you came to relax into his touch.

He relived your tears and self-deprecating words, how you shrank from him when he confronted you, and the way you offered yourself to him, as if that must have been all he wanted from you, before you walked out. Madara glowered bitterly as his mood darkened even further.

Despite everything that happened, time was the master of the heart. Even if he was surly during the initial days following that party and while abroad, after so long, Madara…missed you. He did not want to be apart any longer. Wishing for reconciliation and to bridge the distance that grew between you, he texted, asking if now was a good time to call. To his surprise, you agreed to speak with him.

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You let the remaining seconds on the timer run out before absentmindedly fishing the udon from the broth. Ladling toppings into a bowl and spooning soup in, you poured piping hot liquid onto your other hand. You yelped in agony, hands flying up in shock and accidentally dumping more scalding soup over yourself and the stove.

You ground your teeth together and shouted in frustration. Mentally pushed beyond the limits, you whipped the damned ladle away, sending it crashing into a vase and knocking it over, fine crystal shattering in a flood of water and shards. Your fresh roses spilled onto the dining table. Roses for romance, now laying in a pool of broken glass. You snorted, the symbolism not lost on you.

Everything was a mess. Your home, your mind, your life. You were incredibly despondent these past weeks despite being swamped, consumed with writing several essays for your program. It was stupid BS. Did you really need to be in a Master’s program in anything to know it’s beneficial to be respectful when talking to someone? Okay, you were exaggerating if you said that was all your program was about, but there was so much fluff in comparison to the amount of material that was useful towards your future role as a Clinical Nurse Specialist or Nurse Practitioner.

You were also pushed to distraction by thoughts of a certain man. It was nearly impossible to focus. You cursed your stupidity for ever getting involved with him.

Your phone pinged, the cheerful sound grossly at odds with your turbulent mood.

It was him. He inquired if it was a suitable time to call now, informing again of how much he wished to hear from you.

Ready to turn that page in the final chapter involving him, you had been prepared to never see Madara again, convinced nothing can come out of staying associated except the promise of more pain.

…Clearly you also missed Madara dearly over the past weeks. It was as if the sun disappeared from your life and all that remained was a bleak landscape of dreariness, devoid of warmth and vibrancy. Longing compelled you to speak with him, to hear his lovely voice again.

Your ringtone sounded immediately.

“Hello? Madara?”

“Y/N?” You jolted at his voice from a single word, the part of your heart that was numb throbbing in pain.

“…How have you been, Madara?”

“Hn. I’ve experienced better days in my life. Y/N, you sound exhausted.” Madara’s voice was flat like he was also lacking sleep, yet it sounded as if he was holding back. Like he had much he wanted to tell you.

“Yeah, I had a bad shift today.”

“I thought you didn’t work today.”

“It wasn’t originally on the schedule I gave you, but I picked up. I needed the extra shift.”

Madara was quiet for a moment. Were you financially stressed? He frowned on his end, then spoke up. “I would like to see you again.” He had no desire to throw your relationship away. It must be mended, somehow.

He wanted to barrel back into your life again?! Just when you regained some measure of functionality by throwing yourself into school and work, drowning yourself in your professional life to prevent your personal demons an opportunity to revisit your thoughts, you hear from Madara again. For several weeks, you hadn’t been ready to see him before he went to Japan. By now, you were almost certain he must have gone on his trip and moved on as well.

Besides, what was there to say? After the fiasco that first and last time Madara brought you to a major event, you weren’t even sure how to face him anymore.

“Not tonight Madara. It was a disaster at work and I’m not emotionally sound right now. I don’t want to have another meltdown in front of you,” you told him and laughed in an attempt to make light of the conversation.

Madara wanted to tell you he did not mind if you broke down, that he was there to support you in times of weakness. He held his tongue, figuring that what not what you needed to hear and pushing harder at this time would only serve to drive you away again.

“How about another day? One when you are free and well-rested,” he suggested.

Part of you wanted to refuse him, but after all the care and kindness Madara showed you, how could you do that to this man? If nothing else, you both at least deserved closure.

“One chance, Y/N. Give me one more chance,” he continued. “Please.”

You were weak. With a lump in your throat, you found you couldn’t refuse your love’s heartfelt request.

“Give me a few more days to rest and unwind, then we can meet here.”

You ate your dinner udon in silence amongst the chaotic pile of broken dreams, surrounded by shattered glass, forgotten rose stems, and spilled tears.

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Madara arrived at your house at your invitation, pausing outside to mentally rehearse what he wanted to tell you. He was determined to resolve your differences and reenter each other’s lives.

You opened the door for him. His frustration with the situation was ever-present, but his previous vexation at your actions dissolved upon laying eyes on you for the first time in so long. There you were, dressed comfortably in your pajamas, tiny in comparison to his size. You looked slightly tired and your eyes were mildly swollen, but your gaze was focused on him.

Your mind went blank the moment you heard the knock. Greeting him softly, you blinked at the large plant in his hand. It was a pot of phalaenopsis, or a moth orchid, the most common type of commercial orchid available because it can be tricked into flowering year-round. It was nothing special or exotic compared to your collection, but the gift Madara bore was white. White orchids were a symbol of sincerity. Madara was normally meticulous, but you wondered if he knew that or if the colour was merely a fluke. Your breath hitched when you caught a glimpse at the bundle in his other arm.

It was a dramatic bouquet filled with tulips, lilies of the valley, peonies, and carnations… all flowers of apology. Tulips were perennials that flowered year after year and represented new beginnings and peace, but these tulips were also in red to emphasize it was safe for you to trust Madara. White peonies represented shame for how he acted and a desire to right wrongs, and carnations not in pink, but red, expressed an aching heart and unyielding affection. There was a cut stem of giant cymbidium orchids within the bundle. Cymbidiums could mean many nice things, one of those being pure love.

This was no fluke. You stared at the bouquet to ensure you weren’t seeing things or getting your floral trivia incorrect. Madara was indeed expressing his great regret and a sincere desire to mend wrongs in a nonverbal way which was more natural to him. You swayed when you raised your shocked eyes to meet his. His expression was simultaneously grave, yet hopeful.

You invited Madara inside and closed the door behind him.

He stood by the entrance, not doing anything to remove his dress shoes or jacket. Instead, he watched you, waiting solemnly for you to take his offerings.

It was already late March and spring was quickly approaching, the biting chill of winter not nearly as harsh as the last time you met. Will this be a mistake? New beginnings. With a shaky breath, you accepted the white potted orchid and bouquet from Madara. The plant enthusiast in you wordlessly filled a spare vase with water and arranged the gorgeous bouquet. Once properly organized, it puffed up in a pretty display of red and white –delicate, bell-like lilies surrounded large fluffy flowers, the arrangement dotted with elegant tulips and a strip of pinkish-orange cymbidiums down the middle. Your chest clenched when you contemplated the deep meaning behind its beauty. What Madara wanted to tell you.

Madara continued to stand near the door as he silently observed you tread around your home. “Why are you apologizing so excessively?” You asked, gesturing at the array of quality blooms. “You are not at fault for anything.”

Madara hesitated, aware the minutes ahead will bring him to a position that will make him too vulnerable for comfort. He frowned. Your disposition was too polite, too formal with him. You wouldn’t even look at him. Neither did you truly invite him inside and offer him refreshments like the model hostess you were the last time he came over. It was like you were expecting him to state what he needed and leave.

He resented your aloofness and his part in bringing about this change in your demeanor around him. When it came to his emotions and those softer feelings you evoked, speaking candidly was difficult for Madara. He did not relish exposing himself, but this was a conversation that needed to happen. And if it would help you understand just how much you meant to him…

Madara had thought of what to say over the last two days, but upon seeing you, it was like his preparations vanished into nothingness. Not wanting you to ask him to leave, he needed to find his words again quickly.

“That is not true. There are many assertions I delivered poorly. I should never have been harsh to you, even if the sentiment was honest and that part I will not retract.” It was so like Madara to be painfully blunt even when he was trying to express remorse, it was almost comedic.

“Which part was that?” You asked wearily. Your heart seized, not ready to bear Madara’s gut-wrenching judgment again, but also knowing you and him needed to speak, that avoidance was no longer an option. You glanced again at Madara’s bouquet.

“That your sense of inferiority was unbecoming. I should never have spoken to you in such a way. For that, and the other words when I drove you home, I apologize. I…didn’t want to cause you pain. However, I maintain that that feeling of yours is misplaced and unnecessary. I would not have pursued if I thought you inadequate. We are equals if we are to be together.” He fixed you with a level stare which you returned with uncertainty.

You mulled over his words, remembering your realization at the end of the last confrontation with Madara at his penthouse, before he pulled you into his arms and let you weep. Madara wanted you for you.

You allowed Madara inside, bringing him to be seated at the same couch where he first realized the depth of his feelings for you. You awkwardly pulled out a chair from the adjacent dining table, but didn’t venture closer.

“Don’t you see we are from completely different worlds? Worlds that were never meant to collide if it wasn’t for the stupid dating site. What future is there for us? We aren’t meant to be together.”

Clenching his fists, Madara’s face stayed serene. He sighed, running a hand through his mane.

“Initially, it was Izuna’s bright idea to join that website on my behalf, but I only agreed to such an obscene plan because I saw you. There was no other woman I desired seeing. It was a coincidence that our paths crossed again after so many years, so even if I found the concept of that site distasteful, if there was the possibility to properly court you, I would utilize such a platform.” Madara paused, noting his tension and consciously ordering his hands to open.

“I was on that blasted site to find you. Our relationship was never of the sort suggested by the dating site that brought us back together.” He gritted out. He stood and came over, hand reaching for your face, the need to touch you again driving him to insanity. To his relief, you allowed his touch and made no attempts to stop him.

“Whatever future you desire, we can create together. I want to be with you,” he continued.

Madara stalled briefly, then kneeled before you and took your hands in his, the determination in his eyes unwavering.

“I am not a man of pretty silver-tongued words. You should know that.” Your eyes started to water as you acknowledged Madara’s statement. “Months ago, you said you liked me. Does that still hold true?” He asked.

A relationship took effort from both ends. You remembered every sweet moment you created together and the way Madara always tried for you. You recalled his fierce defence of you from that other woman. And his terrible words in the car as he drove you home, but also how he endeavored to make contact again to work things out while you fled.

You blinked at him to try stopping the tears that threatened to fall, trembling in his hands. Knowing he appreciated honesty, you replied, “Of course. I never stopped.”

Madara let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His expression completely transformed and a brilliant smile lit up his face. Looking at your hands, he stroked your palms. “Y/N, I will tell you this once: you are exactly who I’ve been searching for all these years. And there is nothing in this lifetime that keeps us apart.” He lifted his gaze back to yours, his face now closer. “I promise I will always take care of you, if you'll let me. You will want for nothing,” he vowed.

“I…trust you…” you rasped, still trying to wrap your head around how someone like Madara would want to be with a regular person like you.

Madara’s entire being rocked with your confession. How he needed to hear those words. “I won’t let you down.”

“Why are you so good to me?”

There was no need for Madara to reply. The answer was in his eyes. You knew. You must have known some time ago that he loved you. You merely didn’t know how to respond to the intensity of his devotion.

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry for ignoring you all this time even when you tried to make amends before going on your trip,” you whispered.

He leaned in with his head angled up to press his lips to yours.

“Move in with me, Y/N. I'm serious. I was serious from the beginning. Share your life with me."

You made a pained noise and reached for him, hands entwining behind his neck to bring him closer. Your foreheads touched. You too will try harder with Madara. For him, you’ll be better than you are. Instead of giving up now, you will give yourselves another chance to speak each other’s language and understand one another.

“I like bouquets, but next time, don’t buy me cut orchids. Cutting their flowers is a travesty knowing how long it takes to nurture and grow them.” You sniffed, but smiled against his lips.

“Your wish is my command.” He glanced at your collection of exotic plants and tried to entice you with your hobby. “If you enjoy greenery this much, you can plant whatever you like if you move into my main residence with me and Izuna. We can have a lawn full of cherry blossom trees and build a greenhouse, hire gardeners to assist you. Whatever you want.”

“Madara? That might be the most attractive thing you said to me all day.”

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“Stay the night?” Now that Madara was here, you didn’t want him to leave, as if you were afraid you would have to wait another lifetime to see him again.

Madara agreed readily, raising a sophisticated brow when you suggested he take your bedroom while you slept on the sofa bed in the other bedroom. “Just trying to be a good hostess,” you explained, grinning bashfully.

“I would feel your hospitality more deeply if my hostess didn’t disappear,” he teased. You giggled, grabbing his hand and leading him to your room, as relieved as Madara that your relationship remained intact. That not everything was lost and you both fell back into your prior dynamic without the strain with relative ease.

He settled next to you and pulled the sheets up. At first, you lay side by side with some distance remaining between you. Screw it. You missed Madara and he missed you. That much was clear after tonight.

You shimmied up to him and he wrapped an arm around your waist. Bringing his lips to yours, he nipped and prodded, entering your mouth as soon as access was granted.

You were breathless when you separated. “I missed you. I miss this,” you murmured against his ear sleepily.

“Hn,” he grunted in agreement.

Already back to his silent ways. You smiled broadly in the dark.

“Um…are you sweating?”

“Go to sleep,” came the gruff answer.

There was no ignoring the growing damp cold. Realization dawned on you –Madara was always warm. He must be broiling under your linens. Your mouth fell open. “D-do you normally sleep naked? If you’re hot, you…can take off your clothes if you want.” Your wording sounded horrible! Cringing in dismay, you thought about what else you could do for him.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“There’s no sense in having you suffer this way. You’ll make me a bad hostess.” He was much too conscientious. And in your mind, Madara was already adequately hot. No need to cause him to melt.

Fabric rustled and you felt a breeze touch your face as Madara discarded his clothing somewhere in your room before he returned to you.

His length pushed into your stomach. You knew Madara possessed an athletic muscular build, but being pressed against his bare body was an experience that made you heat up with desire and embarrassment. It wasn’t unpleasant at all.

The interesting, but welcome, turn of events leading to this moment tonight made Madara smile warmly and hold you closer.

Madara’s self-control was unworldly. You basked silently in each other’s presence, secure in the knowledge you still belonged to one another. Slowly, you relaxed into his embrace, your mind slipping into the realm of dreams. There was no funny business to be had tonight.

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Madara invited you to his main house on a day Izuna was not in residence. He had plans for you today; plans he didn’t need his overzealous brother around for.

Gaping in wonder, you turned in a circle. Every new perspective granted ornate wonders. If you thought the ballroom and Madara’s penthouse were extravagant, this manor went well beyond what those venues offered. It was modern in style, but possessed an old world charm that was difficult to describe. Coffered ceilings dropped down to meet carved pillars and paneled walls. Antique Japanese wooden furniture and furs sat on luxury stone or hardwood floors. The choices were tasteful and nothing was overdone.

Madara brought you around the mansion for a tour. After multiple sitting rooms, waiting rooms, offices, guest rooms, saunas, and pools, your head spun as you were led down yet another corridor. Servants who came across you and Madara bowed in deference.

“I am going to get lost here,” you whined. Your entire condo was smaller than one of his closets.

“You will find your way around quickly, I’m sure.” You were sure you would as well if you didn’t want to be the subject of so many curious glances.

Madara made sure you were treated like a queen. You spent the rest of the day with him, curled against him on a velvet sofa while watching an assortment of movies in the home theater and gorging yourself on meals that must have been prepared by a Michelin star chef in the dining room. You washed and soaked in a scented bath that was fit for a goddess. You played foosball together, but of course he didn’t let you win easily.

The door shut and locked behind Madara. You knew why he brought you to his bedroom tonight. You felt nervous, but you too wanted to see this through. This was a long time coming.

[Long smut scene under the cut. You can skip to the end if you want]

Gazing at him fondly, you proceeded to start removing your clothing, but was stopped by Madara stilling your hands. He stared back at you hotly. After everything, he was going to undress you himself.

Slowly, tantalizingly, like he was unwrapping a priceless gift, he rolled the hem of your shirt over your stomach. You raised your arms to help him take it off. Reaching for your back, he kissed you as he undid the clasp on your bra, never breaking eye contact.

The sun crested the horizon in your life again. You rubbed your hands against his chest and torso, appreciating the hardness of his body, and carefully unbuttoned his shirt one at a time until it fell open to reveal his skin. You stared reverently at the art that was his body.

He didn’t let your eyes wander for long, unfortunately, eagerly coming back to rest his palms on your hips and pull you to him. You sought his lips again as you ran your hand through his silky hair, pleased with how you finally got to do that. A hand grasped your rear and squeezed. Rolling your butt against Madara’s paw to encourage him, you guided his other hand to the hem of your pants. He dipped his fingers under the cloth to feel the skin on your hip.

Not needing further prompting, two large hands suddenly found themselves beneath your underwear, grabbing, kneading, pulling your butt cheeks apart and smooshing them back together as Madara groped you shamelessly. Flushing in embarrassment, you averted your gaze as you realized you liked his manhandling.

He had you against the wall, not even a few feet into his room when he made you lose your pants and underwear. You stood fully naked, feeling so exposed. Fidgeting, you shyly covered your mound with one hand and draped a forearm across your chest, your cheeks burning.

"Enough. No more hiding or running. Show me," he commanded. Not long ago, it seemed you were getting ready to leave his life forever. Thinking back on that time put an unsavoury taste in his mouth. That didn’t matter anymore, Madara thought distantly. What mattered now was the woman before him, who chose to stay despite his blunders.

You obeyed, hesitantly slipping your hands to the side to reveal his prize.

You felt so self-conscious. Surely he had countless better partners before –ones with a more desirable figure, possessing more experience and who could please him better than you knew how. You felt you didn't belong with him in his inner sanctuary, but tried to reason with yourself. Remember Madara chose me. You squirmed, but remained uncovered for his inspection.

Madara was breathless. He ravenously consumed the spectacular sight of your nakedness, your body perfect to him in every way. Obsidian eyes followed the curves of your figure, enthralled by the angles on your collarbones, the tips of your breasts, and the smooth expanse of your torso. There was so much to see, so much to touch and explore. He will have all of you. His gaze dropped further south until he made acquaintance with your kitten for the first time.

“I want you,” he growled.

His tone woke a primitive part of your mind which shuddered in nervous anticipation. “You may have me.”

Nudging you flush to the wall with his own body, he got to work. His kisses were firm, more possessive than during the day. They demanded you yield to him, greedy hands matching their owner and squishing into your plush breasts and hips. He traveled to provide the same treatment to your buttocks and thighs, sucking your lips as he grabbed wherever his hands could find purchase, molding you into playdough for his enjoyment.

He kneeled before you again, though the mood was much different this time. He tilted his head to flicker his tongue against the surface of your mound as fingers prodded at your vulva, digging into the plump flesh and parting them to discover the treasure within. He salivated from his sampling taste. Bringing his mouth to suck at your clit, he then lapped at your smaller inner lips, the silken skin intoxicating. He had waited so long for this, and at last, here you were with him. Not enough.

A fingertip pulled back your clitoral hood and brushed directly against the most sensitive spot on your body. Forget playdough, Madara was determined to liquefy you, beginning with your legs. Knees giving out as you bucked in shock, you almost fell on his head. He chuckled as he pinched lightly at the little nub several times in between licks.

You continued to squirm, attempting in vain to escape Madara’s sweet torment by twisting and pulling away, the sensations too much to bear. Madara’s sinful mouth held fast to your crotch and followed your slow descent to the floor, his long raven hair pooling around him on the floor.

“Wait! Madara, what about you? I want to touch you too!”

“Patience. You will have me,” he promised huskily without pause in his actions.

He lay you down and spread your legs, earning his first good look at your pussy after removing your offending hands from obstructing his view. She was so pretty, so little and delicate next to his brutish strength. He softened for a moment and rubbed your calves adoringly to remind you that he was also yours. He eyed your puckered rosebud, promising himself the opportunity another day if you were interested.

Madara was steadfast in his sensuous manipulations of your body. He licked down your body from your throat to your collarbones, journeying down to squeeze and twirl around twin breasts. His trail left goosebumps in its wake. He made his way to your belly, his soft touches unintentionally tickling your senses as he kissed your abdomen and pelvis.

You watched through hooded eyes while he settled his bulk between your legs and ate you, your hands gently caressing his face and scalp. He was hungry, animalistic, his nostrils flaring as he buried his nose and scented your most intimate parts. He fluctuated between light and hard touches to your poor clit, his lips lapping and tugging at your inner labia, sometimes alternating by sucking on your vulva whole. Suddenly he looked up at your face. You gasped, unable to form words as his full appearance registered. His eyes were wide with freakishly dilated pupils, his stare as dark as the abyss. Wild lust emanated from him when he made a show of licking his lips and fingers while holding your gaze.

Maybe the image of the decorous gentleman he presented was only to reel you in.

You whined low in your throat, shaking. Your pussy oozed, the pleasure he pulled from your nether parts did away with all thoughts of decency.

“Madara, please let me see and touch you. I can’t wait anymore! I want to make you feel good too.” You tugged on his bangs to interrupt his meal.

He grinned at you. “You think I don’t glean pleasure from this?” He straightened out on his knees, towering above your splayed form to show you. The huge bulge stretching the front of his slacks was proof enough. “I could eat your pussy every day for breakfast and find myself sated.” He laughed at your awestruck expression upon encountering his clothed erection for the first time.

“But if you insist, very well.” Madara plucked you from the floor as he stood, cradling your cherished form as he strode across the dimmed room and carefully deposited you in his bed. Goodness, his bed was something monstrous. It was surely custom-made and much larger than the standard king sized, silk sheets and pillows adorning the plush mattress. You felt tiny sinking in.

He lay down close by and guided you on top of him, turning you around so you straddled him, but backwards. Your face was at his groin and yours hovered over his face.

“Take what you want,” he told you with a smirk you were unable to see, again running his tongue lengthwise up the inner surface of your snatch.

You jumped with a squeak. Determined to not be outdone entirely, you brought shaky hands to his pants, popping open the clasp and lowering the zipper. Gulping, you parted the opening to his slacks, heart pounding in anticipation as his tented boxers came into view.

“What’s wrong? Stopping there? I thought you wanted to see more,” he taunted with a Cheshire grin. You pouted indignantly, quickly pushing down his boxers and pants past his rear as Madara helpfully lifted his ass to assist your efforts.

A semi-hard piece of meat swung and almost smacked you in the face. It sat proudly in the warm room.

“Oh my God,” you sputtered.

Madara dared snicker at you! “It is too early to pray, Y/N,” he informed you.

The nerve of this man! You were no blushing virgin, even if Madara had you feeling like one. You huffed, dropping your head to peek at his face from between your legs. He didn’t catch you looking because he was captivated by the sight of your cute vagina winking at him from mere inches away. Your opening was barely visible.

His cock bobbed in excitement, pre-cum already beading invitingly at the tip and dripping to his pelvis. The erotic scent of his musk hit you, encouraging you towards depravity. You wrapped a hand around him to weigh his heft and licked from base to tip experimentally. He hissed. His cock was too thick. Your fingers couldn’t enclose his massive girth, making you worry about how he will fit once the main course was served.

You continued your explorations. Running a finger down his length to trace several veins, you petted his penis and scrotum, playfully jiggling the firm orbs in their loose sack. You giggled and tried to take him deep in your mouth, failing early from his sheer mass rapidly occupying the space, your lips stretched to their fullest and his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. You made a discontented sound, resolving to practice much more with Madara until you could suck him back whole.

He moaned in a quiet exhale, pausing his slurps to your clit and vulva briefly.

The sensation of a thick muscle sliding into your hole drove you into a frenzy. Your keens and pants filled the room. Madara twirled his tongue inside you, needing to taste all of you as he continued pressing skilled fingers to your bud. There was no more embarrassment from you, a base need possessing your mind as you were at last skin-to-skin with Madara.

You rode his face, soaking him in your slick. You were distracted from the sensations Madara elicited, no other man having ever come close to bringing you to this point before. What was this feeling? You couldn’t focus enough to keep blowing him. You massaged his member, pulling until silky skin wrinkled and sliding it backwards to retract it. Burying your face into his lower pelvis with your nose against his privates, you could only manage a few swipes of your tongue to Madara’s shaft as he devoured you like you were his buffet.

The act of drinking his goddess’ nectar directly from its source shot through his caveman brain to his rod, now harder than steel. He split your legs wider and you held the position for him to feast. You were like a honey pot.

He slipped a finger inside your needy cunt and quickly added a second. You were tight. He groaned. It was going to feel so good in there. Your lover rubbed the pads of his fingers around and curled them to investigate the ridges of your walls, to begin his lifelong study of the altar that was your body. He pressed into the furthest reaches of your sheath to trace circles around your cervix, making you whimper.

You remembered through the fog. “The string you feel at the back is my implanted contraception,” you told him.

“Hn. Good.”

Madara lay beneath you, one hand plundering your hole and rubbing your clit. His other hand found a breast, teasing the nipple until it formed a pebble. He relished the soft moans he coaxed from your lips and causing your uncoordinated movements as you attempted to stimulate him in return. It wasn’t necessary tonight, but he appreciated your efforts. Tonight was all about you. He was rock hard regardless of what you did.

You gasped and writhed, begging for mercy as you were driven into sensory overload. Yet you gyrated against Madara’s lips, sitting on his head hard and sucking his balls, you grabbed his face and humped it. You smeared his face all over your slimy cunt, needing more pressure to get yourself over the ledge.

Madara was drunk from feeding off your need. He held onto control by the thinnest thread as he continued to let you use his face and tongue for your pleasure and fingered you intermittently. He had to get you stretched if there was any chance you would accommodate him. Having waited this long, he would certainly show you the best of times.

Hooking your legs around his head, you moaned, trying futilely to bring his tongue and fingers deeper. You were kneeling on his hair, unknowingly pinning Madara to the bed, the range of movement for his head severely limited without yanking on his locks. Your voice reached a fever pitch as the dam broke. Gasping, you unseated yourself from his face. He was drenched, even down to his forehead and bangs. The musk of your release saturated the air. It was quiet. Did you drown him?

Madara finally remembered to breath and started panting in dumbstruck wonder, grinning from ear-to-ear. After falling over on the mattress in a mumbling, boneless heap, you were still at his mercy. You had been so pliant in his hands. Pleased with his work, he wiped his mouth with the back of a hand.

Your eyes met briefly as Madara maneuvered your loose limbs into a different position. You were enchanted by the intensity of his expression. Madara was fire. His body was warm as always, his love and grace living things that kept the fire bright. He looked almost feral. Now he was going to claim you.

You tensed as you felt you should ask. “Madara? Do you have a condom?”

He frowned. “I don’t.” Shit, he thought. Were you going to ask him to stop?

A decision had to be made. “…I’m clean,” you told him.

“As am I.”

“…I trust you.” As you expressed your faith in him again, Madara only felt cozy affection through the haze of his arousal. He bent down to press butterfly kisses along your jawline.

Your eyes bulged as he positioned himself by your entrance and started pushing. He was thick! Even with your flood of lubrication, it felt like he was knocking the breath out of you. Unconsciously, you rippled against Madara in your attempt to accommodate his intrusion.

With your small lips rhythmically clutching at him, Madara was addicted to the feeling of your pussy sucking him in. He pressed onwards slowly, not wanting you to request him to stop or worse, to injure you. Those were unfounded worries. Your quivering ridges fluttered on his cock as he slid home.

You held onto his shoulders, but otherwise lay still in ecstasy. The mind-blowing stretch from Madara’s entry was ever present, but it was no longer a cause for panic. As he pushed to the hilt and stayed seated within you, the stretch eventually dulled to a pleasant sensation of fullness. You were whole.

Madara needed to slow down. He wanted you to like this, no, to love this. He wanted you to reciprocate his hunger and keep coming back to him for more. He growled, fantasizing about making love to you every night, in every position, against every surface in the house. In each of his properties. Until there came a point when you were loosened up and could take him easily. Staring at your dazed expression, he thought of marriage, your belly swollen with his child, and building a life together. His euphoric mind ran through scenarios as he stayed motionless to allow you to get accustomed to his body in yours. His reveries were interrupted when you spoke up.

“I’m okay. You can move now Madara. But please, go slowly!” You whispered.

What a delicious, torturous texture from your walls. Control was slipping. Madara wanted to be gentle… his eyes fell shut.

He had to fuck you now.

Madara withdrew his hips, studying your expression attentively as he snapped back in. You bounced and gripped him tighter, earning a quiet grunt from Madara. He repeated his motions.

Madara obeyed your request: the pace of his thrusts slow, but each plunge was hard. You mewled, fingers slipping between your thighs to rub at Madara’s jewels. You wanted this, wanted him. You wriggled, hips moving on their own to assist with your penetration. You met him thrust for thrust with fervor, gazing back wantonly as you pulled his hips into your core.

He moved his arms from the sides of your head, which prevented him from crushing you. Primal need approaching the top of a crescendo, he pushed your knees to the mattress to fold you in half and got on his haunches, each drive now more frenetic and impossibly deep. It was an exquisite angle, hitting a gratifying spot that sent electricity coursing through your body.

Madara continued to squat into you, sinking in so his balls slapped your arse lewdly with every drive. Your soaking pussy slurped at his cock battering her, sucking at him instinctively to milk him of his essence. You couldn’t move or do anything at all except take it. The thought of your naughty position made you delirious. You were stuffed, each wet slap driving you higher towards nirvana.

You looked up at him submissively and stroked his cheeks that were baptized in your juices as he rutted like an animal. “I love you Madara.”

Your soft words seemed to break his concentration. He stared passionately, the sight of you impaled on his shaft clouding his thoughts with arousal and desire.

As your climax crested, another decision to make was at the tip of your tongue. “…I won’t get pregnant.”

“…” He grunted, the purpose of this brief discussion already dawning on his frenzied mind.

“…If you want, you may finish inside me…” You whispered while staring at the man you loved.

Your words made Madara’s brain do cartwheels. He missed a beat and almost came right there. It was an affliction of the wealthy, but the warnings about women who tried to baby trap other rich men momentarily crossed Madara’s mind. It was terribly inappropriate timing. He also knew you weren’t that sort of women and felt guilty even involuntarily associating such a situation with you.

But Madara would love to have children with you and certainly would not mind if you baby-trapped him. He looked upon you lovingly, glad to finally be together.

He picked up the pace, pushing deep and fast, his focused expression in stark contrast to your blissful, fucked out countenance. He rubbed your nub frantically. Moaning softly, you finished a second time, the strength of your release washing over you in waves.

The spastic jerking of your walls pulsed on him. Uncharacteristically, Madara could not hold on for much longer. It must have been the potency of his love for you that had him undone.

With a soundless roar, Madara came to the thought of how deeply he felt for you and the fantasy of fertilizing your eggs. His cock twitched, sending vibrations through your pouch as his seed flooded you. With nowhere to go but out, his batter escaped, seeping down to coat your crack in your combined fluids.

He fixed you with his piercing gaze. “I love you more,” he confessed.

Madara was like the burning sun that lit up the skies and illuminated the world. But for you, he was more akin to a warming fire than a searing bonfire. You did have another home.

Home was wherever Madara was.

Instead of cutting your story together short, you couldn’t wait to turn that page to continue onto the next chapter of your life with him.

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Dance music sounded deafeningly as lights blared in the salsa bar. You were on another date with Madara, but this one was special. Izuna and Jasna joined you and Madara in this group date. When you mentioned you had never been to a salsa bar and Jasna also expressed her interest, Madara suggested she come along. Izuna invited himself. He was a natural, a social setting being Izuna’s innate habitat and Jasna was already at ease conversing with him. You both cackled and mocked Izuna for something he said before sashaying to the dance floor.

Izuna and Madara shared a look as they watched you and your friend dance with abandon, guffawing like hyenas while singing along to the song. The curve of your eyebrows furrowed at a comment Jasna made, then your cheeks pulled up and dimpled as you laughed at your own joke.

*“When marimba rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more”

“Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance, you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me”

Your rhythm was correct, even if your steps were wrong for the kinds of dance this song demanded. You and Jasna made up for it with childish enthusiasm. You twirled each other and Jasna dipped you down to the beat. You were so silly, so dazzling. Madara laughed in earnest with Izuna, your light blinding in the darkness of the room.

“Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have that magic technique When we sway, I go weak”

“I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now”

There was no one else he wanted to spend his life with. He would do anything it took to keep you happy. Madara sauntered up to you, the crowd parting before him. Your eyes met. The power behind his stare was like he had you hypnotized with his gaze, but that was of course impossible. Your heart filled with warmth at the sight of him. Others may not see him for who he truly was, but for you, loving Madara was as natural as breathing.

His next words would forever etch themselves into your soul.

"Dance with me."

~End~

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Notes:

I am incredibly proud of myself for finishing this story! First fanfic I’ve written in well over a decade! I hope you found the ending believable and satisfactory. The premise of this story was simple from the beginning. One theme I wanted to highlight in this story was good relationships where the partners do not communicate their love the same way and the difficulties that can arise. When you were with Madara, whether that was cooking for him and lavishing him with attention, or spending quality time together, that was when he felt your affection most. Whereas for her, those things were important, but she was indeed feeling inferior with this man who was larger than life. She also needed the words to confirm Madara’s feelings at a time when she was ready for the conversation. As we know, Madara is more a man of action than words, until he is pushed to speak his deepest thoughts.

While there are many unhealthy relationships with glaring red flags that should be promptly cut off and discarded, I sincerely believe there are many people too willing to hastily throw away what they have before even attempting to fix what’s there. Getting into a relationship isn’t the destination, but only the beginning. Maintaining the relationship is the difficult journey requiring hard work from both sides and an ongoing process. “Journey before Destination,” my friends.

Yes Madara can be so petty (and a STUBBORN hypocrite) until his heart told him he couldn’t stay away any longer. His cold shoulder backfired hard on him 😆.

Writing Madara in his different moods (the spectrum ranging from romantic, to awkward, silly, angry, frustrated, regretful, horny, and completely, utterly elated and in love) was challenging and I hope I did him justice. The goal was to have him still behave like Madara even when he was feeling fluffier.

I hope you enjoyed the journey between Madara and his nurse over the course of these past weeks! What a great month I had bringing them to life! 💕

*The lyrics at the end of the fic is of course from the legendary song “Sway.” The version in my mind is sung by Michael Buble.

[uchihaharlot]

Yandere Uchihas with an innocent S/O who doesn't know that he wants to baby trap the S/O.

I think that when an Uchiha wants to get you pregnant… there’s really nothing in the way of stopping them, that being said.

NSFW; Uchiha’s pumping you full of their hot sticky baby batter; Madara breeding; Obito ignorantly blissed; Shisui manipulation; Itachi sexual coercion.

Madara:

lol. This ain’t a baby trap for him. Your body was designed to specifically carry his offspring. Plus it’s the Warring States Era… everyone was fucking without protection. And that includes when Madara has you bunched up beneath him.

He’s not really shy about this either. While sex talk is hot as hell, Madara makes no laughing joke about how fucked out and stuffed full of his genes and babies you’ll be. You’re the perfect woman and you need to be his flesh light. His baby factory, so to speak. Bred until you can hardly breath.

And ma’am, he’s rough when fucking your overly used cunt. Day after day of incessant breeding, him hitting it all the way to your cervix when he cums to make sure his swimmers are close as close gets to your womb. Excellent thing you’re a good little girl and take it all night. The sheets get changed regularly since you have about six or eight loads pumped into you and each load gets fucked out as the other is pumped in. It also takes Madara a looong time to cum inside of you, so you’re basically cumming several times, prepping his cock to empty itself. He just really enjoys seeing how overstimulated you get and how that pussy massages his cock dry. ‘Just a bit more little bird…’ And it sounds so sweet to your exhausted self, but he’s so menacing when it comes to it.

Obito:

I hate to say this but if there were ever an unfortunate enough Uchiha to get baby trapped…. It’s this man here. Our poor Obito is a bit too trusting and a little dense at times. But like, sex feels so so good and he’s touched starved. So when you sit on his fat cock for the first time and fuck him stupid. Any and all sexual education he did have, is wiped free from his mind. You just feel so good in his lap, so wet and warm on his aching length. Especially when you own him this way, Obito can’t think.

Tobi, is a good boi. And if you tell him that, he’s gonna burst fast and heavy in your plush velvety walls without a care. It’s just feels so damn good for Obito to actually cum inside of you, and since he’s rarely sticking his cock often in anyone. He won’t feel the slightest bit nervous when you joke about wanting a little Uchiha in you because, well, it’s hot as fuck. So as many times as you want, he’ll coat your insides until gravity works against his cum and it drips out of you as you ride him through each of his and your orgasms. Which it’s safe to say that if you’re cumming, he is too.

Shisui:

He didn’t really want to do this to you. I mean, yes he wants everyone to see that cute belly of yours cradling his Uchiha baby but also… he knows you’re not entirely ready. So Kotoamatsukami for you, miss. You are none the wiser since Shisui doesn’t even need to look you in the eye while using his ultimate technique. This is a very egregious act and an abuse of power. Shisui justifies it because you have talked about children of your own. Just not making them yet. Shisui, I think, has a heavy conscience over it but when you’re whining for him to fuck a baby in you because your mind has been inundated with thoughts of his hot cum. It’s a non issue in that moment.

Palms splayed all over your stomach when you both cum. Admiring the flat of your stomach and visualizing how plump and delicious you’ll look with his growing seed. Holding your hips roughly when you squirm from being so taut and full of his cock pumping you raw and full.

You just look so sexy like this. Begging him for an Uchiha baby, even if it is manipulative, Shisui is in heaven. ‘Please, Shisui…’ is your vocabulary for the next few hours. This is his passion now. Shisui gets really into filling your soft hole with his seed, very desperate soft whines each time he cums inside of you. That much closer to his goal . If you end up squiring on him, well that’s another two loads to make up for the one you washed out. ‘Tisk, there goes all my hard work, baby. You need more now…’ Gods, his sex out voice is so low and hoarse too 🥵

Itachi:

Any sort of insolence on your side about having his baby is just ending with you tossed into Tsukuyomi. You should have agreed with this man from the get go. Though you might think this is a safe zone for acting out his deplorable behavior. He will fuck you into submission until your willing and eager for it. Just throws you in there and locks the key until he is done. Fucking you senseless until you are in agreeance of him cramming your insides with a baby. It takes only three seconds for him to coerce you from an outside perspective, but yet it’s been nearly a lifetime in there for you.

Consider yourself more fortunate with his good graces if you end up in this situation, agreeing and whatnot. Itachi is persistent when it comes to actually making sure you fall pregnant. Though he doesn’t believe that the more loads of cum you take in a single session actually makes a difference. He will breed you for the novelty of it. It’s just been one of those things whispered in the shadows and plus. It feels so damn good having you whining underneath him this way and hey, yea. Baby making sex is hot as hell. So you really are wanting this. Itachi is typically a soft lover. Very sensual, but like this? Now you know why he was so desperate for your cooperation. The man is insatiable and ends up cumming several times over, especially when he sees how into it you are. How quick you climax the first time he raws you. 🫠

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Hello there!! Just saw you had your request open and I just have to ask for scenarios for the Konoha Founders getting caught making out with their s/o not inherently in a sexual way but more suggestive and yk romantic kind of just showing their appreciation of having their s/o by their side in a passionate way (I just think their reactions would be hilarious especially if it's their sibling catching them so bonus for Madaras scenario if Izuna is still alive)

/Sorry it took so long, I hope it is good.

Madara Uchiha

Madara had kept his eyes on you all day, you had smiled and greeted the people walking past you. Your kindness and warmth create a bridge between him and the villagers. Konoha was still new and many villagers were still frightened and on edge with a Uchiha being part of the foundation of the village, the tension of war still looming the citizens were on edge but yet people were attracted to your kindness.

He watched as a child handed you a flower and he could feel his heart race, as you put the flower in your hair and smiled, your eyes catching him, a beautiful blush hinting at your cheek, “What?” You questioned.

“I am realizing we didn’t have alone time in a while,” Madara was hinting towards a small alley wedged between two houses, “and how beautiful you look,” he took his hint grabbing his lover’s hand he lead them to some privacy behind the buildings. His fingers explored his lover’s body while his lips captured theirs and tasted his lover’s lips.

He was in a warm embrace he didn’t notice a familiar chakra approaching them as he was caught in your embrace. A clearing of a throat caught his attention and Izuna stood at the end of the alleyway with a cat-like smirk. “I see you are busy,” Izuna grinned finding amusement in his brother's cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

Tobirama Senju

“You completely missed your target,” Tobirama was leaning on the tree in the training ground. His eyes were closed but still, he knew you missed your target. You had asked him to help train as your skills with the Kunia have been lacking, you know how serious Tobirama was when it came to training.

You had gotten better after an hour of training with him instead of hitting the ground or throwing the Kunai past the dummy you had managed to hit the marker. But it wasn’t good enough, you wanted to hit your target a few times but not in the bullseye you wanted, and not with the level of skill Tobirama would have hit it.

“Do you mind helping me instead of just standing there,” You huffed your arms on your waist.

He nodded walking towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist he was more than willing to help guide you with the skills you needed. He froze suddenly aware of intimate the scene would look to passersby he would have pulled away but he liked being this close. His hands went to your chin tilting your head so he made eye contact with him and he locked your lips with yours. It was short and sweet and everything you imagined.

“I am sorry,” a voice called out, Hashirama had been walking towards you two but was now changing directions, “I will ask another time,” his face red.

Tobirama also pushing looked away, “That is enough training for today,” he said clearing his throat.

Hashirama 

Work had piled up since the war ended and the village was created, Hashirama sat in his office staring at all the paperwork he had to read and look over. A few of them were letters of admiration, but most were letters from villagers asking for help and wanting to send ninjas on a dangerous mission. Life had been peaceful for the most part after the war but some stragglers chose to break the rule and make life harder for citizens. Thugs really.

He didn’t look up when the door opened and you walked in, your fingers brushing on his back and catching his attention, “hey,” you whispered, with a shy smile. He smiled back at you his arms reaching out inviting you to sit on his lap. You gladly accepted his offer taking a seat in his lap, “you were busy all morning, and I was worried about you,” you said placing a hand on his cheek. He smiled and nibbled on your finger tasting you.

“I am sorry,” he said wrapping his fingers with yours, I just got busy,” he kissed your temple before he kissed your lips. You tasted so good so sweet like the sweetest candy, and he was being treated for going through so much work. You were both caught in the kiss your fingers tangling with his hair before pulling away for some air.

“Are you two done?” A stern voice caught both of your attention. Tobirama stood in front of the desk his face also red while he showed his irritation.

Hashirama grinned at his brother, “What is wrong with treating myself,”

[belit0]

Your work is so good ahshsksksjsk 😭 How about the Uchihas with an s/o who's a very sensual and curious person when it comes to intimacy, but at the same time is really sheltered and strays from it (maybe has been told that it's bad or something)? 👀

Thank u babes!!! ❤️‍🩹💫 here we go

Indra

- He pays no attention to those things. Indra has only one goal in mind; to fill her with heirs. Whether (Y/N) shows interest or not (complicated boundary where Indra would clearly lean towards the yandere side, if you know what I mean) is indifferent to him. He just awaits to receive the response he wants when seeking intimacy.

Madara

- Surprised inside, but won't let her know it. Madara built a firm mental image of this woman based on events, what is tangible and perceivable. He never expected real reluctance when it came to putting things into action. At first, he'll be frustrated, especially until he can figure out what's going on.

Izuna

- The biggest cockblock of his life. Izuna wastes no time and seeks no commitment, he has been known to jump from bed to bed without attachment or interest. (Y/N) was always a big goal in his mind, and the woman's attitude made him think it would be an easy task. Encountering difficulties, Izuna's interest disappears completely, and he moves on to his next target.

Obito

- At some point, similar. Obito has no fixed opinion about sex, he just knows that he has never experienced it and the fact of doing it sounds terrifying. Of course, no one should know about his secret, and at first, (Y/N)'s sensuality portrays her as an intimidating character on the subject. Eventually, the truth of the matter eases him, and the two take their time to discover each other.

Shisui

- It's definitely not what Shisui expected, but it's what he'll work with. (Y/N)'s deluded curiosity drove him to believe that it would be an easy conquest, a quick pass by her bed on some upcoming night and that would be it. He finds, perversely, her attitude on the subject utterly charming, and corrupting her becomes his new goal.

Itachi

- Not at all surprised. Itachi may not be the best with words, but his analytical and critical thinking skills make reading people a breeze. As soon as he found himself in front of (Y/N)'s sensuality he knew that underneath it was much more than what meets the eye, and he knows that pressing about it would be pointless. He will wait, until she herself falls into his arms and asks for it.

[ayyyez]

hello!! I hope you are feeling well!! can i ask for headcanons madara and tobirama with f!reader who is a very strong kunoichi, equal in strength to them? but at the same time she is very affectionate with them. thank you in advance!!

A/N: I am having a good energy day today so I am good thank you! I hope you are well too. Oh absolutely! This is actually my favourite kind of s/o to write for them. Not that I can't imagine them with a non-fighter s/o it's just this is my favourite kind of dynamic to write for these two. Including the affection too haha. Thanks for the request.

TAGS: relationship headcanons, fluff, general dynamics, shinobi reader, affectionate reader, flirting, kissing

CHARACTERS: Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju

MADARA UCHIHA

This gremlin? ohohoho. Alright here we go.

For him strength is quite the turn on. He sees you kicking someones ass or taking someone down and that's the moment he's down bad. Madara is attracted to you immediately.

Bonus points if you can banter with him too THAT really gets him hooked. Strong AND can hold your own against him with your quick wit?

Be still his beating heart. Probably says that out loud.

Chases you from the moment he sees you if it's village timeline. If it's pre village he's internally suffering over the "enemy" he's longing for into the late evenings.

You might be on opposing sides but his nights are filled with your interactions.

He's tossing and turning constantly.

Those interactions run through his head and he's tormented by the fact you'll never be his but still he longs for you. He craves you. He has to have you~

The interactions the two of you have are heated.

Fights where the two of you battle for dominance, cutting each other with honeyed words in a cloud of lust.

It was hard to tell if he was fighting you or flirting with you. Injuries were had but none dyer or ever resulting in serious consequences.

Then came the day you forced him onto his back, weapon kicked away and arms pined beside his head. Both of you panting. The tension palpable.

The way you to stared at each other, pupils dilated—it couldn't be seen as disdain or hate but something else.

That's when the two of you kissed.

You weren't really sure who leant in first. The two of you met in the middle. Both of you wanting this from the beginning.

Your lips sweet on his. He couldn't help but wanting more as he pushed, pushed, pushed further into the—oh his hands were in your hair now—when did your hands release him?

The two of you together are a couple of insatiable gremlins. He's just as affectionate although he does attempt to keep it in check in public.

The second his jealousy is kicked into gear though or his possessiveness kicks in so does his physical affection.

If you are in anyway the same it only spurs him on too.

You kiss him in public? He's smirking like a show for the around onlookers after.

It's to say 'Yeah this is my s/o.'

Always pushing into your touch the second you're reaching for him.

Take his chin in your hand and pull his face (tug that bitch) toward you. Make him wait (he's not patient but make him be it's fun) and gently brush you lips against his to keep him wanting.

It's a good way to make him melt and rile him up.

There's also the gentle moments. The absent minded touches. The two of you always seem to have a hand on each other. Resting on a thigh, the small of the back, head resting on a shoulder.

Physical affection in private can be a little more playful. Just bite his shoulder and he'll not even think twice about it. 'May I help you?' or 'And what do I owe this pleasure?' Yes, biting his shoulder amuses him, ergo pleasure lmao.

Kind of gets an ego boost seeing all the different sides of you.

TOBIRAMA SENJU

Honestly? Tobirama NEEDS someone who can kick his ass. Whether that be verbally or physically it doesn't matter as long as you call him out on his shit.

The fact you are on the same physical level as him as a shinobi is just a bonus (and he won't admit it in a hundred years but he's turned on~)

You've got to play it smart with the affection and not come on too fast too soon. Honestly, in general with all things with Tobirama you can't come on too fast.

He's like a gentle current, flowing steadily along the stream until suddenly he's a powerful waterfall crashing down (yeah that's him falling for you–steadily then all at once)

At first the affection is going to be a point of discomfort for him.

One, because he's not used to it and two, he's not sure why he keeps thinking about it. The feel of your touch, wondering about the meaning behind it.

It makes him so frustrated because you've become a distraction and somewhat a fixation for him–pulling him from important priorities.

it's not long before he pushes that logic aside though.

He starts longing for more of your touch, expecting it and seeking it out. More and more. It's all he can think about.

Those small touches of affection are things that get him through the day and the warmth he begins to crave.

He tolerates them now.

Tobirama runs cold and by nature seeks out warmth. Finds his hands soothed when yours envelop his. The same when your hand finds his cheek. It takes everything not to press into it. Sometimes he lets himself (just a little) and mostly when he's exhausted.

Craves physical affection.

Touch starved.

Will almost never seek out your touch so you intiating physical affection is the perfect balance.

Just kind of leans into your hold whenever you reach out. Like a magnet to your warmth. Whole body presses against you when he's exhausted, that's your cue to pull him close and gently stroke your fingertips up and down his back.

Put each hand on his cheeks and stroke them. When he relaxes thats the time to catch him off guard (not really he's always on guard but he's more relaxed) and pull him in and kiss him. Long drawn out kisses that leave him longing.

These moment give him a little more energy. They allow you to see those rare small smiles.

Tobirama also really values your opinion on things regarding shinobi life and village life in general.

Will ask your input on things and involve you on village matters (sometimes just to spend more time with you) other times simply because its important to him.

Post policy discussion make outs at home once you come to a conclusion of how to strengthen the village. Holding him tight and kissing him hard.

Tobirama is very into you in these moments.

It may take a little time for Tobirama to adjust to the affection but it is something he grows to not only love but take comfort in. He appreciates your strength and affection in equal parts.

[seangelfish]

i'm requesting for the enstars flower prompts! i'd like to request madara with coriander, forget me not, peony, and pansy! thank you so much ^^

A/N: The max prompts is 3, but since I didn't get that many requests this time round, I will write all 4 for you~

Madara Mikejima

🌼 coriander: what do they love the most about their s/o, both physical and personality-wise?

– Physically, Madara loves all of you! He cannot pick a favourite since every part of you makes you you. He appreciates every part of you and loves every part of you equally. If you don't, then he'll make sure to bring attention to all the areas you're insecure about.

"(Y/N), you're beautiful here... here... annnd here!"

– Personality-wise, Madara loves it when you're quiet or a person who gets easily embarrassed because he finds it somewhat cute. Madara is a loud, extroverted person so he could be your voice, and he loves being helpful to you. But if you're not a person that's like that, then he loves how confident you are too, and how brave and strong-willed you can be!

🌼 forget-me-nots: what do they do to get their s/o’s attention?

– Madara is a guy who would do anything and everything to get your attention. This includes simple acts such as frantically waving at you from across the hall or through a crowd, yelling out your name, or just simply calling or texting you to look up.

– However, when you're busy and Madara wants your attention, he'll calmly ask for it. He doesn't want to be a bother after all. If you reject him, he won't be too upset either because he knows that you don't mean it. He'll wait patiently for you!

🌼 pansy: who likes to tease their s/o the most? how do they react to being teased?

– Madara would tease you more than you would tease him. He just adores his lover sooo much! He's a guy who would like to rile his partner up just so he could see their cute, flustered face.

– But he does like it when you do tease him back especially if you're not one to tease him often. It does surprise him when you start making flirty jokes, and at this point, he's the one who gets flustered.

"Haha, doesn't my boyfriend look good today?" you teased as you began fiddling with his outfit. "This looks good on you... you should wear it more often."

"R-Really?" he asked nervously, a pink hue appearing on his cheeks. "M-Maybe I should... just for you!"

🌼 peony: how do they get their s/o to blush? how does their s/o make them blush?

– Anything Madara does is blush-worthy, but what makes you blush the most is when he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently. It's a simple act of love, but you can see the adoration in his eyes when he looks back up at you with that usual, handsome smile of his.

– A surprise kiss on the cheek would make him instantly blush because he would not expect it. Of course, you do give him kisses here and there, but at work when he knows you like being professional, he can't help but blush when you go on your tiptoes to kiss him.

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Request: Could you do Indra, Madara, Tobirama, Kakashi and Sasuke on their wedding night with their female s/o?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, forced marriage, Nsfw, forced sex, breeding, Kakashi being kinky

Wedding Night

Indra Otsutsuki

💜 Marriage is sacred and so is the wedding night for Indra. Claiming his darling in all ways possible is a must for him so he can find some sort of inner peace. He's been rejected by his own father which has broken something inside of him, no matter what. His s/o is the only person he has left and Indra will bind her to him. What you really want doesn't matter anymore to him, he's too caught up in his almost paranoid obsession to keep you by his side, to guarantee that you won't have the chance to betray him too. The small and lonesome traditional wedding is forced upon you yet you have to give him your vows, promise to stay with him for eternity. You know that he means it though when he gives you his vows with a feverish look, swears that you two will never be apart, not even after death. If you thought that Indra was already possessive before the wedding, he steps his game up after you've given your vows to each other only more. Indra values the vows you two have exchanged after all. Now you are forever.

💜 The wedding night won't be wasted either. Marrying you and claiming you excites Indra, showcasing just how deep his possessive needs really run. During the whole ceremony he's been rock-hard already, held himself back to honor the marriage and your vows. As soon as everything has been done though, he savors this special night. You're all but thrown onto the bed and Indra makes short work of your and his clothes, leaving you exposed to his heated gaze savoring what is now his. Indra cares enough to at least cater a bit to your own pleasure as well on this special night so he goes down on you first with his tongue to loosen you up enough for you to take him. He'll get pissed if you try to cover your moans and groans though, will bark at you with an agitated voice to not deny him your sounds of pleasure if he's already being considerate enough to spoil you like this. As soon as the pressure in your stomach snaps and you unravel for the first time in front of his eyes, the real fun starts.

💜 There is no time given for your pussy to adjust as he all but rams himself inside your walls, his hands pressing your hips down when you arch up with the sudden intrusion. His pace is brutal and fast, hips snapping against your own whilst his own hand has both of your wrists pinned above your head, allowing him total control. Harsh and sucking kisses are pressed everywhere he can reach, the sting from his teeth sinking in and biting down adds to your shame after a while to the overwhelming pleasure he provides. In time your neck and your whole chest is covered in colorful love bites, sure to remain you on this night where you were completely claimed by Indra. The final step for Indra to claim his s/o is by breeding her, providing him an heir. His thrusts are deep, his swollen tip kissing your cervix every time he buries himself inside your clenching walls with the dreadful promise of filling you up and leaving you swollen with his child. You snap a second time, your juices coating his member whilst he fucks you through your orgasm before settling deep inside of you and unloading his seeds in your womb. Your exhaustion has him smiling amused. After all you two are far from done yet.

Madara Uchiha

🌑 With the incarnation of Indra, you just have it coming for you. Madara is almost more of a possessive bastard than Indra was, only that he might have more troubles arranging the marriage than Indra. That's simply because his clan wants him to marry someone good who can provide later on a strong heir for him and have selected already a couple of women for him. Madara is relentless in his revolt to marry his sweet and snarky darling though and rudely rejects anyone else. He's set his eyes on you and it's better for the eldest to realize that they can't win against Madara and just cave in. He's so smug during the entire ceremony since he knows that you can't do anything against it. He's going to marry you, whether you want it or not. His clan is fairly big so it's a really grand marriage too, the Senju clan might attend too, at least Hashirama does. He flaunts you to everyone as soon as the vows are exchanged since you're now at last Madara's one and only precious wife. Only his.

🌑 He's been rather touchy during the whole ceremony already, undeniably thrilled to have you as utterly his in law and now the only thing left is to make you utterly his physically. A wedding night is highly held in the Uchiha clan and Madara isn't one to go against such a valued tradition in his own clan, especially since he's been looking forward to this all day. He's in a rather good mood so it would be a precarious decision to worsen him this day. It can decide on whether he's going to be nicer to you or more mean so make no mistakes. One thing that is going to be certain is that you're going to be railed in the sheets though with Madara barely able to contain this possessive thrill of watching you becoming undone by his cock and feeling your poor warm and spongy walls trying to take him in. You at least get some preparation with his rough fingers if he's feeling all good and spoiling although that sill doesn't save you from the sharp breath you let out when he pushes himself into your hole.

🌑 With the way his hands dig harshly into the flesh of your waist and the way he sucks and bites greedily every bit of skin he can reach, you're undeniably going to see the reminders of this night for weeks to come. He's the one with the dominance here, not above making fun and teasing you somewhat rudely the moment you can't even form a coherent sentence anymore with the way he launches himself into you, brushing against all the right nerves that have your toes curl. You feel him deep inside of you, his swollen member hitting your cervix relentlessly and forcing multiple orgasms out of you. He loves how he destroys you though and forces you through multiple rounds to the brink of exhaustion until you look like you're going to pass out any moment due to his sheer amount of stamina. He wants you to be fully conscious and look at him whilst he rearranges your guts and feel everything though so he always pinches you harshly in your nibble or slaps you on your bare skin to get your attention back on him. His clan wants an heir of his and Madara wants to see you bearing him a strong child too so you're put through never-ending breeding as rope after rope of potent cum is shot into your womb.

Tobirama Senju

🌊 Marrying him is unavoidable, especially with him being part of the famous Senju clan. Despite appearing to be a workaholic who wouldn't want to bother with marriage at first, Tobirama certainly holds a marriage in high regards and would value the promises exchanged. The marriage is as grand as traditional, with the whole Senju clan attending. Chances are that you might not have consented to this completely but Tobirama is far above you in position and power and for that the pressure on you is immense. He'd be quite hurt though if you were to reject his proposal since it takes a lot of time and trust for him to even ask you for your hand in marriage. After the pain comes the indignation and his damaged pride though and that's when hell comes back for you. He knows that it isn't right but he can't help his darker instincts and especially during the ceremony you're forbidden to slip up and do a mistake in front of his brother and the eldest.

�� He saves himself for marriage, that's just how traditional he is. With that said though, if he really forced you to marry him, Tobirama will at least be considerate enough to not make you hate him even more by ripping your honor apart even more. He seems to draw the line by forcing you to have sex with him as he can't ignore his guilt at this point. Instead he leaves you with your thoughts and feelings in shambles after you had to play all along during the wedding ceremony, terrified what the man would do to you, not to mention the clan eldest who put effort into arranging and preparing the marriage. Then there's also Hashirama who was so happy for his brother and you that it was almost too painful to watch. Assuming that you do agree with him to enjoy the wedding night, Tobirama certainly will be a bit harsher with you too. From the way he all but presses you into the mattress to the way he hammers himself into you, although he gives you some time to adjust to his impressive cock.

🌊 He lets in one single night essentially out his pent-up frustration as much as sexual tension, leaving you almost unable to do more than just take him and let out moans, especially when he rubs against that spongy spot inside of you that has you quivering. He's relentless in his pace and all you're able to hear from him are his occasional groans and low rumbles when your walls clench around him and try to suck him in even deeper than already. It's only after a few rounds where he has barely given you a break to become a bit coherent again that he finally slows down now that some of the stress and tension has been released and finally becomes a tad bit more loving and affectionate to you. You're a sweaty mess, panting desperately for air and can only groan exhausted when you feel his already hardened member sinking into your sloppy hole once again. This time he's much slower though, much sweeter with the feverish kisses he presses against your face and neck and promises that this is the last time for tonight. Despite his clan's interest, he doesn't want any children yet so he tries to pull out shortly before he comes, letting his cum splash against your dripping cunt.

Kakashi Hatake

📖Marriage does not hold the biggest meaning to Kakashi if he has to be completely honest. He would be content just keeping his darling for himself as it is although he knows that it would be a good way to tie you closer to him. As his wife, you'd certainly have to stay true to the role the law has given you, especially since he's such a respected jonin and later on even Hokage. He's going to keep it within a small circle of close friends and acqaintances though and is almost a bit casual with it. He doesn't want to make a big ruckus out of it by having too much people invited as guests and surely his possessive side speaks out of him too when he sees you in your outfit and already feels a bit salty that others got to see you in such pretty clothes. He acts very chill and laid-back but especially if this isn't completely to your agreement, there seems to be an underlying threat in the way he squeezes your hands a bit too tightly in his own and how he gives you his vow.

📖Similar to Tobirama though, he draws the line where it would have to involve him forcing himself on his darling. Sure, it could happen that he makes out passionately with you but it never escalates to the level where he forces himself inside of you. Considering that he's in general a bit pessimistic about marriage though since he's seen enough people being unfaithful even inside of one, it's probably the more likely scenario that you were the one who wanted to marry and he just agreed because it's what you wanted he knew of the advantages it would bring him. A wedding night isn't anything new for you two in that case since he's already taken you for himself multiple times before that, the books he reads can certainly leave him horny and with lots of creative ideas he'd love to try out. Then again, if it's so important for you he plans to make this one night especially special although you know what that means in his vocabulary. You know he's going to make it interesting for you.

📖He's kinky and experimental so there's no such thing such as you simply lying down and him just taking you, at least not for more than once. The man has saved himself a bit for this night simply to be able to go for even longer than he already can with his considerable amount of stamina he has. Kakashi stays true to his promise though and provides you with anything but a mundane and boring time. You go through different positions such as doggy, cowgirl lotus or you simply riding him and even the surfaces change as Kakashi certainly won't be limited to only a bed. He also brings out a box filled to the brim with things you two can try out or do again but lets you choose this time explicitly what you want to do. You're pretty much spoiled for choice with all the toys, ropes and handcuffs you find. You should make use of it as good as you can, it probably won't happen too often that Kakshi lets you do as much as you want to do with him. He uses everything he has to please you and make you squirt over and over until he has to carry you to the shower to wash you clean. Only to end up not being able to contain himself and take you once more under the shower, hopefully for the last time.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙His clan has gone extinct and so you might be tempted to think that Sasuke as a stray who wanders around wouldn't value the sacred bond of marriage. Well, you're certainly mistaken in that case as the teachings of the Uchiha clan still live on in Sasuke and do not forget that he's the second incarnation of Indra. He longs to bind his s/o to himself until death may tear both of you at old age apart as the typical Uchiha possessive attributes speak strongly out of him. You may be against it as much as you want but you won't be able to escape what he has planned for the both of you and his cold glare coupled with the harsh grip of his has you shutting up. The marriage is only between the two of you as there are absolutely no guests who are going to attend. This is meant to be a moment only between the two of you and Sasuke would hate to have it ruined by loud guests. He's firm in his decision to put you through the entire ceremony, is secretly saddened that you dislike the idea of marrying so much.

💙The wedding night is meant to be special and even if that thought doesn't apply to you, it applies to Sasuke who plans to savor every hour of it. Whilst he knows that he might just force himself on you, it has been made rather clear that the thought of marrying you has turned him on. Throughout the whole preparations it happened more than just once that he pulled you aside only to end up making heatedly out with you, marrying you clearly thrills and excites him in his possessive needs. So the wedding night has to be used to it's fullest to solidify that sacred bond fully. You truly feel how the marriage had it's effect on him since you've rarely seen him that touching, his hand is everywhere exploring every inch of your body, his mouth not leaving yours as his tongue dominating your own. You're pressed into the mattress, unable to move as his hands and his whole body weight hinder you on escaping. If you try to resist he'll warn you with activated Sharingan to not ruin him this night.

💙His Sharingan will be used either way to memorize every facial expression as you're ruthlessly submitted to his abrasive and deep strokes, leaving you only able to gasp for air and let out whines and moans of pleasure. Sasuke doesn't let out much sounds besides a shuddering breath when your walls squeeze his cock tightly or a groan when he feels his balls tightening before emptying himself inside your warm and welcoming insides. He gets a bit sweeter as time passes on, might remove some of the sweaty hair clinging to your face and mumble some praise and encouragement in your ear. Besides fully enjoying claiming you from the outside and inside, Sasuke wants to achieve something though and you know what that is because he's tried to coax you into it already before. Bearing his children. Especially now that you two are married, he thinks it's the perfect time for children. He wants to create a new Uchiha clan with you and with every rope of cum he shoots deeply inside of you, he hopes for it to take and grow into a new life inside of you. He has reduced you after hours of nonstop breeding to a sweaty mess, something he finds mildly amusing as you barely recognize him entering your sloppy pussy once again.

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Characters Having Sex w/ black!s/o

BYAKUYA K , ICHIGO, KENPACHI, ACE, LEVI, MADARA

contains

__ +18 black coded reader, female reader, Squirting, the word slut, impreg, size diff, reader is claimed to have hairbeads in one of the Headcannons, heel kissing, teasing, pussy eating

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___ Thanks again for all of the support, I’d love comments as well! And everyone is welcome to give me their suggestions, I don’t mind one bit!

Byakuya Kuchiki is the most erotic, passionate man that you’ve ever come across. His voice changes when around you. His face turns from a blank scowl to a gentle expression. How could he not? His wife was absolutely ethereal, gorgeous, and down right doll-like. There was something about you that he couldn’t shake loose from. Your finger was wrapped with Byakuya’s whole being.

There’s no doubt that Byakuya treats you like his Queen.

Byakuya would lay you down with care, he’ll admire your soft body and he’ll vocally pick out your insecurities. He will firmly say just how much he loves them, how much he loves you as a person. Your sweet hearted husband treats you as if you’re the only woman in the world. However, if you think about it, you are. You are the only woman in his world.

“You’re ravishing. I’m quite glad you chose this color, it enhances your skin color.”

“I do wish for you to keep this on, I’ll try not to ruin it.”

Byakuya is a man who’s quite fond of clothed sex. Lingerie, dresses, and heels. Specifically heels that strap up your legs. The gold color of them would completely wreck him. They look so good on your brown skin. He always thought you looked expensive. He can’t help but imagine them by his face. And a small secret is that he will kiss each of the strings and the heel itself before sinking his cock inside of you.

“My beautiful Queen, Mrs. Kuchiki”

“You’ve gotten me so worked up… I deeply apologize for what I am about to do.”

“Don’t be bratty with me, I will give you money to fix the damage..” Byakuya will simply be referring to your lace, your acrylics, and your makeup. Because really, he can’t help but pin your wrists above your head. His cock was above average, it was so pretty and elegant just like his aura. He bared no hair below, and it was clean. It didn’t curve, but it had a clean, straightened form. It dug inside you with soft, slow strokes, and it found your g-spot every time.

Byakuya seems like a gentle, sweet, loving man, and he is. However, one thing that can push him over the edge is that pretty brown pussy squirting on his cock. He doesn’t expect it all the time, no, but he can’t help but make you feel like you’ve reached heaven. His overstimulation would include fingering you the rest of the way, or softly sucking at your clit with passion. He’d completely forget about his own pleasure… but it’s because of you.

“What such beauty…” he may sound as if he’s alright.. but he’s fought against cumming at least five times.

Ichigo Kurosaki is such a shocker and a goofball. Being in an established relationship with him is a ride in itself. He would be completely invisible most of the time, but he still thinks about you. Whether you are a human or a soul reaper, you still barely see him. He is the strongest among most, there’s no way he can’t be on the front lines. But, best believe he’s thinking about you. He’s thinking about how you laugh, your overly glossy lips, your beads and how they make so much noise.

Lord knows he’s craving your touch. He can’t even function sometimes when he’s gone for too long. He misses your touch, how you cook, and your mushroom hat(he knows it’s a bonnet, he just loves to piss you off). Ichigo gets agitated so quickly, he usually runs to you when it’s beginning to be too much for him. All of it builds up because he’s unable to see you, but damn does he give it to you the second he sees you.

Ichigo is very caring, he’s more of a gentleman in bed.. but he won’t hesitate to slut you out if you ask for more. He legit doesn’t care if you have your bonnet on, or if some of your acrylics have broken off. Ichigo doesn’t even care if you’re wearing a plain, big tee. He’s pushing that shit up and he’s using his cock to make you cum.

Big boy Ichigo has a cock that tilts to the side. It’s very thick and long. He hits the best spots inside of you, and it’s absolutely perfect the way your insides caress it. He prefers gripping your ass cheeks with a tightness, and making you go slow while you’re bouncing on him or if you’re in the doggy style position. He especially loves it if the sun is beaming from the window, shining right on your brown skin. He likes the glow, he loves the softness of your brown pussy lips around his cock. The way you showed yourself to him.

“Just… like… that… fuck”

“Ass looks so pretty like this..” Ichigo will immediately burst if you shake your ass. He really can’t deal with it. He’s the type to cum in his jeans if you dance on him, what makes you think he can survive your wet pussy and your huge ass bouncing to him. And at the same time? No. He will get his revenge that’s for sure.

All that will be heard is your loud moans and whimpers as Ichigo pounds your kitty. The backshots would sound like bombs.. and your eyes will not only roll back, but your brain would go blank.

“You’ve lost it huh? Poor thing.”

“Don’t run yet… I’m not finished y/n… Baby cmon…”

Kenpachi Zaraki had a thing about himself. The male was too large for anyone to even consider him soft. However, behind closed doors, Kenpachi is a big bear to you. Not only does he fall into your little acts, but he will come to your rescue everytime. Much to his dismay, his obvious care for you has slipped in public a few times. If you’re visibly in danger, he’s literally going to go insane, more than he already is. You’re his everything.

Kenpachi has lost a lot, he can’t let you leave him too. That is why he is as careful as possible. He may jeer some rude comments at you, he may push you once or twice.. and he may even press your buttons, but he won’t do it harshly. Just like in the bedroom. It wouldn’t be all extravagant, hell, it may not even be in the bedroom. Unlike other men, Kenpachi doesn’t plan shit. If he gazes upon you fighting like a complete maniac, yet still being a sexy slut, he’s gonna get hard.

The captain is easy to please and turn on. You could stick your tongue out at him and he’s immediately hard. A fairly huge thing is the way you’re shaped, though. Kenpachi cared nothing for women in his earlier days, hell, he still doesn’t. But, you were just that one exception. Your height was so low, yet your power level was as a lieutenant(he’ll brag about you all the time).

But the thing is that Kenpachi watches you intensely while you take his cock. He was beyond average, as so was his height. There wasn’t really a huge shock when his cock thumped on your pussy the first time you two had sex. Overtime, it’s become easier for you, and it’s made Kenpachi revel in the soft feel of heaven.

“Damn this pussy is tight.”

“Stop squeezin’ me like that… before I fuck you to sleep.”

Kenpachi also loves when you talk to him like YOU own HIM. When in reality , it’s the other way around. If you dare to act bratty around him, that just makes him have a certain excuse for pulling at your braids, or whatever hairstyle you have in your head that day. He loves ruining it.. hey, he believes if you act that bratty, you don’t deserve it.. but it’s not like he won’t go to the human world and steal what you need… he’ll do it. Besides, like Byakuya, he’s wrapped around your finger.

“How can you take all of me… shit!”

“You gotta be shittin me if you think I’m pulling out. Go ahead an’ pass out, I’m just gonna keep goin’..”

Madara Uchiha is a man of substance. One may think he doesn’t take pleasure in sex often, but wow are they incorrect. Once a black woman falls into his arms, he’s completely blind to everything and everyone else. You sparked life into his eyes. His dullness had lightened the second you came around. His secret was being touch starved, and the second you came around him, bold as ever, he melted almost.

This man was scary, everyone knows this, but you weren’t afraid one bit. You even called him ‘sugar’, ‘baby’, and ‘love’. He scowled the first time he even heard it, he practically threatened you as well. However this didn’t deter you from him, it made you try to get closer. Madara started noticing himself fall when you’d bring him meals, speak to him, and even take up for him. He couldn’t help but pair you as his own.

And once you were his, there was no backing out.

Madara specifically took a liking to the opposites of you both. The only thing in common was that you both came from strong clans. Your brown skin, your hair, it was all different. Even the way you spoke was different, and he couldn’t help but listen to it in more ways than one.

“Open. Don’t hide your voice from me.”

“I suppose you rather I stop? No..? Then act as if you mean it.”

Madara can’t help it when he’s alone, he has to cum to your sweet words. He doesn’t even mind if they were slurred or babbles. He will overstimulate you until he turns you dumb. He will tie you up just to hear your whines, and he will make you say his name over and over again until he’s satisfied.

Madara’s cock was so damn big, so it wasn’t hard for him to get that outcome. He always has you creaming on his cock, and so much. The tears coming from your eyes never fails to make him even more rough.. although, he does try to be romantic. He can be very romantic and sweet, but sometimes he loses himself. His eyes turn that familiar red, his senses are higher, and all he can think about is catching that high while you’ve come on his cock more than four times.

The room would be potent with your delightful smells, and the Uchiha mark that was on that shirt you wore would be covered in sweat.

“It’s so damn hard to be gentle with you, my love. Especially when I think about how precious you’d appear with a large belly..”

“I wonder how many times I can place a baby inside of you… you’d love that right?”

Please say yes, because he’ll cum instantly…

Levi Ackerman was a virgin before you, please understand that. He didn’t have time for such matters. So, when coming across you, he’s absolutely appalled with how you act. You’re blunt, you have the same energy as him, and you’re beautiful. You were much different from the others. Not only was the island filled with fair skinned people, but they didn’t even know people could come out such a color.

There were some who thought you were weird, but just about every man there thought that you were beautiful. The sun would wrap around your skin, and Levi would stare so damn hard that Hange would completely destroy him verbally. Levi started to become so enchanted by you that he began thinking lewd. So, when he finally got his hands on you… he absolutely went berserk.

Levi runs on pure instinct. If it’s been a bad day, he’s pounding you harder than he looked like he could. He’s short, you’re taller than him, and thicker.. but you would be lying if you said he didn’t have you cumming every three minutes. His short height didn’t compare to his cock, that’s for sure. You kind of wonder how he gets to conceal that thing while wearing his uniform.

Levi is fifty percent gentle, the other fifty being a complete maniac. There’s no knowing what you’ll get this day, or the next. One day, he could be completely on board with you slamming your ass down on him, but the next? He’ll be making sure you know that you have no authority. He loves watching you try to catch your breath, it’s funny when you also try to keep quiet. You don’t want anyone hearing you, and Levi has also felt this way.. but overtime he’s become a bit of a smut.

“You can scream louder than that, y/n…”

“You make such a mess… Your pussy makes more noise than your mouth.”

Teasing is a huge thing for him. Levi can’t have sex with you without teasing you at least once. Seeing you begging for his cock is all he needs to get him going. That, or when you try to get into your uniform. He just knew your ass was huge, everyone could attest to knowing this. It was an inside joke for the scouts. Everyone would joke solely about how you struggled to put your pants on today. Levi would silently agree when he wasn’t in a relationship with you.. but now, most people have stopped saying it.. Levi gets jealous easily, and Jean and Connie have been the two to really get scolded and hurt by Levi.

Only Levi can talk about how huge your ass is. Hell, he’s the one making it bounce at night. He’s the one that has absolutely made you a pool of water. One of Levi’s favorite things would be watching you fuck yourself on his cock.. really. He loves when you’re bouncing on it, shaking ass on it, grinding on it. He won’t admit it, but he’ll cum fast… yet he’ll still be hard. And please don’t try to leave him before he's cum, he’ll grab your curls and will not let go until you finish your duty… he doesn’t care how much you cry and whine about it.

Rarely, Levi will give pity. He’ll see how weak you are by the end of the day, and he’ll suck up his problems to tend to yours. He likes to be clean and sterile, and he knows you are too, but eating pussy was a thing he had to ease into. He couldn’t even understand how you suck him off.. but if you could do it, he could do the same to you. So, he usually eats you out when you’re very tired or annoyed. He goes so slow. He makes sure to touch every crevice. That man’s lips have been absolutely everywhere… and I mean everywhere.. he doesn’t talk about it afterwards, but he’s definitely harder than a rock.

Levi may not say it, but there was something about getting dirty with you…

“Filthy little slut…”

“Might as well get you to squirt. You’re begging me to do it anyway.”

He just wants to drink it…

Portgas D. Ace is head over heels for you, so much so that he is whipped. You’ve sparked this sudden love for women, but he couldn’t look at another woman like this. He’s like a little boy finding out he can imagine things. His brain is absolutely destroyed the second he meets you. Your energy was just too sexy. The way you look at him, the way you lick your lips, the way you rub his arm. Ace can’t help but imagine just how proactive you could be in bed.

Eventually, he doesn’t have to imagine.. but his brain still sabotages him. He constantly thinks about how you’d look in certain things, certain hairstyles. He especially loves braids and he has a huge thing for them. They seem so perfect, just like you. Your hair defines you, and it’s the most important thing on your body, Ace would understand that fully. He knows it’s your crown.. that’s why he doesn’t touch it during sex.

Poor baby. Ace can’t help when you're sucking him off. He’s all over the place because he doesn’t want to touch your crown. However, if you tell him you can, he’ll be so gentle. He won’t even grip it, he’ll run his fingers through it and inspect the feel. He won’t even yank it when you’re deepthroating him. He’ll just pant and growl.

Ace will slap your ass though, let’s get that straight. He’s not all innocent. He will do whatever you tell him to do. Hell, he’ll even sit there handsomely and watch you tease him with a lap dance. Or, he’ll watch you use your fingers for pleasure. This man is a flip flop, he can dom you into the night, but will sub for you any second. He’s a sweetie pie, he will cherish every part of your body without hesitation.

All he asks is that you make it known that he pleasures you greatly. And he does. His cock is always so warm. It makes your whole body feel comforted, but sometimes it’s so hot that you two are sweating from all of the sexual energy. Ace can barely control himself when you’re draining him.. It could result in some accidental burns, but he will apologize so quickly.. but a secret is that he nuts pretty fast if you still keep going after the slight burn.. especially if you moan from it…

“You’re-… so beautiful, y/n…”

“I love you so much… Damn. I love this pussy too… I hope it loves me back…”

Ace is such a joker when you two are in bed. He can’t help but crack a few because that’s just how he is. He will laugh when you make a cute sound, and it’s contagious.. so you end up laughing and moaning at the same time. It’s actually quite hot to Ace.. and he manages to hold his orgasm, but that’s because he tries not to focus too much on it.

“Damn it-… y/n I can’t-…”

“Sorry! It was too tight, I couldn’t pull out because you were gripping me too hard!… it’s too tight…”

“It felt so good though…”

ⓒ Monstas1ut (do not copy)

[hoebiirama]

✑ Anonymous sent : "OH OR MAYBE pregnancy sex hcs with madara?? this man's breeding kink is so big istg he must be so proud when he finally managed to put a baby in his s/o jfozbpxpzpkrbo thank youuu"

✑ Anli's useless comment : I swear to Hades that half of the asks I have in my inbox rn are about Madara's breeding kink and I love that we as a fandom have just unanimously agreed that it's an undeniable fact even if we have NO tangible proof to even support our argument. We made it canon and I love us for that honestly

Content warning : AFAB!reader (no use of gendered terms) // Pregnancy // MASSIVE breeding kink // Pregnancy kink // NSFW [Minors DNI]

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うちはマダラ • Uchiha Madara

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↳ You fucking know Madara's breeding kink doesn't stop at the breeding part — this man enjoys seeing your stomach grow along with his child just as much, if not more. It's incredibly sexy to him and sometimes he'll find himself staring at your pregnant belly and just start malfunctioning. Caveman_Brain.zip is installed and Madara.exe stops working

↳ So pregnancy sex is definitely a thing, for that reason and also because you cannot expect Madara to be able to keep his dick in his pants for nine whole months when you're literally right there next to him. He just doesn't have the willpower to do that, and he's not ashamed to admit it.

↳ Obviously, he's gonna be a little more careful than he usually is. He absolutely will fuck you dumb every time but he also doesn't want to hurt the baby. If anything, sometimes it'll just put him in a much softer mood, and he'll worship the hell out of you and your body. He's constantly going to remind you of how sexy and beautiful you are, and how thankful he is that you're giving him a child.

↳ Pregnancy is the only time where Madara won't be entirely selfish during sex. You can expect him to be very giving, and tbh I see him eating you out a lot more than usual. Sometimes that's all he ever wants to do, and he won't take it further than that — but he leaves you so fucked out and exhausted every time that you don't even have the energy or the ability to mind.

↳ You riding him becomes his favorite position from the moment you start showing. He loves seeing you fuck yourself on his cock and being so desperate for him despite the fact that he already got you pregnant, as if that's not enough already. Nothing beats that kind of ego boost, and he'll always find your desperation and need for his cock incredibly attractive.

↳ He still cums inside even if there's no need for it. His breeding kink never leaves even if his goal is already achieved.

↳ Sometimes, especially when he notices that you're tense, he'll be uncharacteristically gentle with you. He'll draw you a bath and let you rest against his chest while you relax and finger you to orgasm in the middle of washing you, leaving hickeys on all over your neck and shoulders. He doesn't do it under any circumstances — your pregnancy truly is special in that sense too. It's the only thing that can get him like this.

↳ You can be sure that if you let him, he'll fuck another baby in you as soon as you've fully recovered from giving birth. Nothing will stop this man from breeding you as much as he can.

↳ I really feel the need to say that he will get upset if you start degrading yourself during pregnancy because it's making you feel insecure. It's the most beautiful thing to him and he will make sure you know this — usually by making love to you until you believe him. He's not good with words, but he's very skilled at fucking confidence into you (lol), and he'll categorically refuse to indulge in his degradation/humiliation kink during that time as well. Unless it's to tease you about how much you love his cock, of course.

[madarasgirl]

Twin Flames- Ch. 2

"My brother’s heart wasn’t the only one that stopped when we saw you."

Warnings: “sugar daddy” Madara x Nurse!Reader, romance, hurt/comfort, dating, handholding, masturbation, Madara’s birthday celebration

Words: 5596 On AO3

You were back in your territory at the hospital. It felt good to be back in control and not like a floundering baby hippo in the presence of the hottest man you’ve had in your life.

Today was just another typical shift. As always, you started off the day already mildly irritated at baseline and it built from there. But you and your coworkers always trudged through it somehow.

You had to remind yourself as your patient’s mother continuously wailed over her son’s state that while it was just another day at work for you, it was the worst period of this lady’s life. You patiently explained to her your observations about her son status, that while he was indeed still very sick, there was no need for immediate panic at the moment.

You exhaled in exasperation once she couldn’t see you. Coming down the hall to inform your charge nurse of the family’s request to be approved for longer visiting hours, you instead found a small group of staff huddled at the nursing station. There was an enormous bouquet with a card and a huge pile of individually boxed and decorated cupcakes from a nearby famous bakery.

Treats! Oh my, Madara knew how to get in nurses’ hearts. Quality treats, not just the usual cold boxed coffee from a bad franchise or the worst pizza the managers could get them. Hmm you considered maybe these gifts could be from Izuna too.

“Look! Y/N! Madara and Izuna remember you too! You’re mentioned in the card. Seems like Izuna is now fully recovered and they want to thank everyone for their care. That’s so kind of them. It’s been years.” One of the respiratory therapists filled you in and re-read the contents of the card.

“For sure. I still can’t believe Izuna made a turnaround. I was sure he’d be gone multiple times,” you replied. It was certainly a nice gesture, even if everyone was just doing their jobs. Their appreciation meant a lot, for instance, reminding you of why you went into this freaking profession to begin with. A part of your heart raged in contempt and disdain for the backhanded slap your local politicians gave in their latest mockery of an interview. Such disrespect.

You plucked a cutely decorated cupcake saying “red velvet” on the box from the table before disappearing into the staff lounge for your break. After heating your lunch, you noticed an unread message. Madara. Since the first date, you and Madara had been on several long phone calls, as well as texting daily.

Madara was asking if you’d taken your breaks yet today and if you liked the cupcakes. You let him know just started your lunch break and will have his treats soon. You thanked him.

“We could never thank you and everyone there enough. You saved Izuna,” his message read.

“We were just doing our jobs, Madara.” You replied.

“Even if you were just doing your jobs, the level of empathy and dedication you’ve shown wasn’t a requirement in the delivery of care. You’ve been above and beyond the entire time. Nothing we do in return will ever be enough.” You flushed, even if he wasn’t there to see it.

“Would you like to come over tonight? I can pick you up after work,” he offered.

Huh? “But it’d be so late! And you never know if I can even leave on time. Something could always pop up, and then I’d be even later! It’d be too much trouble! And I look like a raccoon after work. I woke up at 0500. And I’m usually in a poor mood after work and not sociable. I’d be terrible company!” You rambled. Oh my gosh. You’re going to his place already? Is he trying to sleep with you? The other part of your mind was more preoccupied with how awful you looked after a 12-hr shift.

“I will wait for you. Don’t worry, you’re not inconveniencing me. If you come over instead of us going out, you can shower while I finish cooking dinner. You can rest. I already have food prepared.”

You didn’t reply right away, so he added, “Just dinner, Y/N. No pressure for anything else.”

It was hard to argue with Madara, especially when you would love dinner and not have to scramble after work to figure out what to eat. Your only excuses were your worries about your appearance and visiting his house so soon. It wasn’t even like you were against going to bed with Madara, but you’d be exhausted and feeling raw before the date began. You agreed to see him again tonight anyways.

“Good. I will see you tonight.” He sounded pleased even if it was just a text.

The rest of the shift passed by uneventfully, until the end.

It wasn’t even your patient, but your friend’s in an adjacent room who started deteriorating with only an hour left in the shift. Of course, the witching hour. Caught up in the whirlwind of activity to try stabilizing this patient, you fell behind on your own tasks for your patient. It was 40 minutes after the usual time you’d leave the hospital when you were finished. Oh no, Madara.

You grabbed your belongings and rushed out to the hospital drop-off where you agreed to meet him and spotted him standing with his eyes closed, hands in his pockets and a leg crossed over the other.

“Madara! I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry to keep you waiting this long. I—“ a simple apology couldn’t adequately begin to describe how badly you felt.

He waved off your apology and opened the door for you. “I said I would wait for you, didn’t I?” Receiving such a sincere apology was strange, yet refreshing, to him. “Are you okay?” He suggested bringing you back to his place because he knew you’d be tired. He didn’t want you to worry about your next meal or going out. He didn’t mind waiting on you. The intention was to take care of you so you could rest, not to be a cause of more stress. Irritation tugged at his mind, but his features were practiced and smooth.

“I’m okay. Just really tired.”

The short ride back to his condo was generally quiet aside from a few more apologies while you were trying to settle in. Madara decided against bringing you back to his main residence in another part of the city. Partly because Izuna was there and he didn’t want to deal with him with you there. And another because this condo was close to your hospital.

He turned into his parking spot and you took an elevator to the top floor with him.

--------------- You stepped into a modern work of art. Minimalist soft leather furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the downtown lakeside skyline, a spiraling glass staircase that led to what was presumably a bedroom, high ceilings. A waterfall feature cascaded over a crystalline wall in the middle of the room backlit by artistic lighting. Wow, you paused to absorb the sight.

“Your house is beautiful,” you told Madara.

“Make yourself at home.” He held out his arms to help you out of your jacket, hanging it in the entrance closet. The heady aromas of heavy meats wafted into your sinuses and your stomach growled loudly. You were famished.

Madara smiled at you. “The washroom is this way.” He began to head down a hall when you informed him of your lack of alternative clothing. “I will find something for you.” He replied, not even breaking his stride.

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You left the shower feeling slightly ridiculous, but much more comfortable. You were wearing Madara’s t-shirt and shorts, if it could be considered that. It was more like his clothing was using you as a hanging rack, the pieces of fine clothing much too large for your frame. The sleek silk felt luxurious on your skin though. Madara made no comments about your appearance upon seeing you, but he looked amused and pleased with himself, to your consternation.

“Dinner is ready.” He presented a spread of options. Your fleeting vexation vaporized upon seeing what he prepared, your eyes wide and salivating. “Madara, this is way too much!” The scent you nosed earlier was a roast beef tenderloin, too large a portion for only two people. There were also creamy mashed potatoes, some sort of fresh green salad, garlic bread, and an array of appetizers.

“Better to indulge in excess than insufficiency when entertaining. There is dessert as well if you would like.”

“I can’t complain. I am starving. May I help myself?” You were ready to load everything onto your plate.

“Go ahead. I’d be worried if you were left hungry. Would you like a glass? I heard you liked wine.” He popped open a bottle of red while looking at you with a knowing smirk.

Your eye twitched lightly, reminding yourself to mind your manners even if you were mentally and physically worn. Your plates filled, you dug in, accepting a glass of wine from your rather impromptu date of the night. The flavours and textures of every bite was heavenly. You closed your eyes and moaned, a part of you mildly surprised a well-off man like Madara could cook like this.

“I take it the food is to your liking?” He asked with pride.

You made a sound of agreement. “Yes this is amazing.” You continued to sate yourself on Madara’s kitchen creations. “Thank you…for everything you’ve done tonight…” You trailed off.

Adrenaline from earlier still kicked in your veins, but as your mind relaxed, your body now washed and fed after over 12 long numbing hours, you started to feel human again. You looked at Madara funny, an inexplicable feeling taking over you. You felt vulnerable with this powerful man who was still new to you, who still made you anxious and self-conscious. And this same man took care of you like you were precious and worthwhile. Cursing the emotional instability that wasn’t unusual post-shift, you suddenly found yourself in tears.

At first it was only a few silent tears you wiped away when Madara wasn’t looking. The feeling of being overwhelmed and out of your element however wasn’t so easily erased. It wasn’t even a horrible shift. Were you sad? Confused? Just completely worn out and depleted? What was happening?

“Y/N?” Madara asked in alarm and straightened to attention. He stood from his chair and tread over towards you. “What is wrong?” He replayed the events of tonight in an attempt to elucidate what could be the cause of your distress, if there was something he may have said or done as well. Madara brought himself down to your level and took your hands in his. He was equally befuddled.

Cheeks now flaming in embarrassment, you shook your head wildly. “I –I don’t know... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin this or be a bother. I shouldn’t have come here tonight after all. I can go.” Panic set in and you regressed to your way of evasion in times of emotional turmoil. But he didn’t let you flee.

Madara hugged you, distantly noticing the true size difference between you for the first time now that you were so close.

“Don’t go. You can let it out when you’re with me. It’s okay.” Madara was in truth also distressed. But the raging urge to comfort you remained strong despite such a feeling being a rather foreign sentiment in his normal life. His discordant emotions clashed, with the urge to provide comfort to you triumphing over his own unease. He held you more tightly to himself, stroking your back and softly uttering words of encouragement while you kept apologizing.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It wasn’t even like I had a terrible day. I just—“ You tried to remember your training. Despite your current tearful state, you were normally able to maintain your composure even when feeling wild panic during work emergencies. But here with Madara, it was useless. He broke down all your defences.

“There’s no need for you to keep apologizing. We are okay. You’re safe here with me.” Madara settled beside you. He continued to caress your head and back, running his hand up and down in slow laps. You took the intimate position as permission to burrow. Bawling, you delved deeper into his neck to seek refuge in his touch and presence. It felt like you were flayed wide open and he was seeing into your guts.

You didn’t even know why you’re crying. It was hardly the worst shift that could have happened, as mentioned. Perhaps it was the potent mixture of adrenaline, feeling you’ve disappointed the man you like, accumulated nursing traumas, stress about school, general exhaustion, and loneliness.

You stayed in each other’s embrace for an eternity until your feverish breathing calmed, your temple resting against Madara’s chest, lulled by the even, strong thuds of his heart. Reluctantly parting from him, you gazed up at his profile with puffy eyes and running nose. He traced your face.

“Are you still hungry?” He asked. You shook your head to answer in negative.

“Stay over tonight.” Feeling too raw to argue with him, you agreed and in an instant, Madara had you swept into his arms as he made his way to the glass stairs leading up. Madara carefully deposited you in the king bed lined with silken sheets like you were his treasured cargo. He indicated to you the washroom if you’d like to use it again and left you to disappear downstairs.

“Get some rest, Y/N.”

You didn’t see him again that night.

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It was several weeks before you saw Madara again. You and him were respectively preoccupied with school and business in the previous weeks before the end of this year. School work came in waves. After submitting your final essay of the semester, you felt like a free woman. No assignments for a few weeks, no shifts to work this week, you were a new person. Madara had likewise been busy with year-end obligations, according to what you gleaned from his calls and messages.

The air was getting chilly. It was such a festive time of year and besides seeing your family, which you did yesterday, you wanted to spend time with Madara. It really felt you haven’t made as much time for each other as you should have. You parents had been elated to see you again, but incessantly prodding when it came to your love life. They became even more determined when you tried to change the topic.

You sighed. Good thing you moved out. They were so supportive and such lovely people, but there was no such thing as enough privacy when living with your parents as an adult.

Clutching your phone, you eagerly called Madara. You finally felt you could see him again after your incident. You wanted to see him despite that. He never mentioned your breakdown during the past weeks. He was the one who said the two of you were okay, that nothing between you was harmed from your display of emotion. You wanted to believe him. You haven’t known Madara for long, but it seemed to you he had always been straight-forward, even if he softened his words and tone for you.

“Alright. We can head to Yorkdale tomorrow. I have favours to purchase as well.” Madara agreed readily to your next date.

Bursting with excitement, you confirmed the date for tomorrow. Then you timidly asked if he’d like to come over to yours for dinner as well. To celebrate the holidays, but also his upcoming birthday.

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Holiday tunes jingled in the air and the winter chill made your nose run. You bundled yourself deeper in a scarf as you and Madara made your way across the parking lot into the mall.

The atmosphere inside was electric. People swarmed everywhere, the first time they were permitted to shop and celebrate without restriction in two years. Holiday lights and décor flashed. The exhilaration rubbed off on you too. You were just happy to be out and about, not needing to worry about your usual woes right now. Not when there was so much going well in your life at the moment.

You grinned at Madara and grabbed his arm before you knew what you were doing.

“What did you need to get? Is it for a work acquaintance? Maybe I can help?” You battered the man with questions.

Madara smiled lightly at you, his expression going tender. He knew you didn’t realize you were almost dragging him along by the arm. “It’s actually for Izuna. I was thinking of a wool trench coat for him. He doesn’t like the cold either, surprisingly.”

You agreed to help with the search for Izuna’s gift, glad he was fully recovered. You’d learned through your prior conversations with Madara that Izuna was as obnoxious as ever, perhaps even worse than he was before the car accident when he was struck. Apparently Izuna took his recovery as a sign he must have been doing something right. Laughing at Madara’s recollections of Izuna’s troublesome adventures, you arrived at the store Madara had in mind.

You made Madara try on several coats for you even if he already had Izuna’s measurements. You hummed and hah’ed and had him turn to different angles for you. You were having so much fun. Eventually, you and Madara decided on a traditional tan coat that reached the knees. Classic, but posh.

As you strolled the mall, your hands brushed the back of Madara’s multiple times. His fingers slid against yours to grasp your thumb and forefinger, then came around to delicately wrap around your hand when you didn’t shrink from him.

You bought leather gloves for your dad, the gift for your mom already taken care of. He preferred a thinner material so he can grip the steering wheel better when driving, you remembered. You made Madara ‘model’ for those gloves too, roughly estimating the size your dad will require based on Madara’s hands.

Madara’s hand sought yours again as you walked. Feeling good about yourself, you laced your fingers through his. There were toddlers screeching in the background as they were forced to take photos with Santa by their parents, but it didn’t distract either of you. You could feel Madara’s fingers slightly twitching as he discreetly memorized your hand with his touch.

Something shiny caught his eye and he turned, bringing you with him. Sitting there in the display was a gorgeous necklace, several fat rubies in the center each surrounded by a halo of smaller jewels. They were set into a dainty loop of gold. “Do you like that Y/N?” He asked you.

Realization dawned on you, but by then, Madara was already leading the way in.

Omg you were so stupid! A sales representative bounded over immediately to assist, and Madara requested for that necklace for you to try.

You didn’t think of Madara as a “sugar daddy,” but what was he to assume when you agreed to a shopping trip with him?! You were mind-boggled. You couldn’t accept such a gift from him.

“Madara stop. I can’t. I don’t even wear jewelry. All I do is go to school or work. Or stay home. When would I even wear something like this? It doesn’t suit me.” You tried to reason with him.

He frowned. It was stunning on you. The neckpiece wasn’t your Christmas gift. He felt like buying it when you two happened upon it because he thought it’d suit you. What was the point of possessing such deep coffers if he rarely spent any of it for himself? He wanted to gift you pretty things. He also wanted to provide for you.

“Y/N, you don’t need to wear it frequently, but please have it. It’s beautiful on you.”

“You don’t understand Madara, I can’t accept such a valuable gift from you!”

“Do you not like it?”

“It is gorgeous of course, but—“

“Then there shouldn’t be an issue. Y/N, I want to, for you. It would be my honour if you accepted it.”

What do you say to that? You didn’t know. Madara nodded to the salesperson to complete the transaction and took you away.

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You were subdued once again in the car, feeling unsure. What were you, a perfectly normal woman, doing with someone like Madara? Someone who can toss around cash values with more zeros attached than you’ll ever see like it was nothing? You were leagues apart. Worlds apart actually.

Madara sighed as he drove to yours. He took your hand and squeezed. He tried to express what he felt earlier. As he got to know you over the past months, all he felt was a deep goodness in you. He had come to care for you deeply. Even seeing you at your weakest only drove his compulsion to look after you and made him yearn to see you again. He understood the feeling of being so raw it brought you to your knees, like everything was falling apart. He didn’t think any less of you for it.

What would you think if you knew he bought clothes for you too, now stashed at his penthouse? Several articles of clothing he estimated were of your size so if you stayed overnight again, you’d have something more suitable to wear.

“When I’m with you, I’m just ‘Madara,’” he began. “We are equals.”

You looked to him in shock. “What?”

“I’ve seen inside you to who you truly are already.”

“Umm…I’m not sure what to say to that. That night when I cried isn’t how I normally am.”

Madara was frustrated with himself, feeling like he was talking in circles. He tried again. “What I’m saying is, I would like to be with you, if you will have me.”

You were reasonably sure your eyes couldn’t open any wider. “……I like you too…” You glanced away from him, now that you were pulling towards the visitors’ parking at your place. “But you can’t keep lavishing me with expensive gifts like you did today. I won’t have them!”

Madara was so relieved, he conceded. Somewhat. He smiled. “Then I will refrain from spoiling you excessively.”

You liked him. And wanted to be with him too. That was a good enough start for him.

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You hadn’t known what to get Madara for a birthday and Christmas present or where to take him out to. He can buy everything himself already. So you decided to invite him for dinner at home. If it was extra special and you put much more effort into the meal, you figured he wouldn’t mind if you combined the two occasions.

Your small home was decorated with lights and a small tree, which was also layered with strings of lights and ornaments. Red and white pieces accented the space in various ways.

The first thing Madara noticed upon stepping inside was the fragrance. It was a complex mixture of florals, chocolate, and vanilla, but not overpowering. Then he noticed the plants. Dozens upon dozens of pots of exotic blooms filled the window and console tables. Some resembled elegant spiders locked in a row. There was one that only had a single reddish-orange flower, which looked like a butterfly. A monstrous plant exploding with small colourful blooms, like dancing ladies. That was part of where the smell came from.

“Hehe. I like orchids a lot, as you can see. When you have enough of them, there’ll always be something in bloom.” You were tremendously proud of your collection. You spent so much time and effort caring for your babies. You brought Madara for a quick tour around your small condo, exuberantly telling him snippets about several specific plants, showing him your bedroom and the second bedroom that also doubled as a den, informing him of your plans to personalize your home more in the future.

He silently took note of your interest in these plants and he studied several more closely. He acknowledged your hobby lent the space a serene, natural feeling. He was at ease here.

“They are beautiful, Y/N. How many do you have?”

“I have around 30-something adult plants right now! Plus the ones under grow lights in the bedroom!” You brought him back to the living room, the walls dotted with several framed paintings of still life you did years ago. Those were excellent too.

“Have a seat! Would you like something to drink? I have options other than wine too.” Still you referenced your blunder on your first date.

Madara smiled fondly and accepted a cocktail you whipped up for him. You owned a collection of proper barware. Seating him on the couch, you returned to the kitchen to finish cooking the dishes you prepared for earlier.

You bustled around the kitchen confidently, chopping extra ingredients, searing some meat, adding extra spices to a pot, artfully plating the dishes, the faucet turning on and off between steps. Madara discreetly watched you as he sipped his drink. You were joyously humming a holiday tune before randomly switching to sing a top-40s pop song. He marveled at the normalcy of being with you. It was extraordinary to him and he loved every moment of this.

Feeling like an addict craving more of your light, Madara came up behind you as you worked and embraced you. You froze. Madara was so warm. Like a furnace was searing you from the outside. Or did you turn the heat on too high? Maybe it was the stove, but it was getting hot.

“Madara?”

He mumbled something about needing this against the back of your head before releasing you and returning to his seat, leaving you perplexed.

“Umm…I’m almost done cooking. We can eat soon.” You went to open the window for some fresh air, hoping the winter chill will help alleviate your reddened cheeks. Darn your traitorous skin tone for revealing those emotions so easily.

“Take your time. There’s no rush.” Madara was a patient man. He can wait.

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“As you told me that time on the phone, about that long-haired man you liked calling a buffoon. You told him off saying he was causing too many issues with his idealistic idiocy. I had something similar happen for me recently at the hospital too, with a family member.” Dinner was ready, many dishes littering the table, and you were excited for Madara to try your food.

“Hn? I didn’t say that,” Madara denied.

“You did! Those were almost your exact words. At least you said you did.” You laid the final dish on the dining table and invited Madara to join you.

“I wouldn’t speak so crudely, not in front of a client or a business partner.” He knew exactly who you were currently referring to.

“Eh. This is why I prefer texting. You usually insist on conversing over the phone, but I would be pulling up the evidence of what you said right now if we had this discussion over our messages.” You harrumphed at him.

“Texting is no way to have a proper conversation. I still don’t understand why you favour it.” He spooned a large piece of butter and garlic roasted lamb and eggplants, seasoned with herbs and a truffle-infused balsamic vinegar, onto his plate.

You looked at Madara like he was an alien. “Because I can answer at a time that suits me best. And I’d have eternal evidence of the things you said.” And because I can think about my words before I reply so I don’t sound like a complete fool to you.

Madara didn’t look convinced.

You sighed. “I’m a Millennial, it isn’t unusual to prefer texting over speaking live on a call. Actually, you’re a Millennial too.”

“Hn. I am older inside.” He closed his eyes to savour the taste of your cooking.

What an old man, you pondered affectionately.

“A year older now. Happy birthday Madara.”

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“This is for you.” Dinner was over, much of it devoured by Madara, who seemed to truly enjoy what you prepared. He took out a wrapped package and handed it to you.

It was early, but you opened it anyways. It was a beautiful complete set of Japanese handmade Damascus steel knives. Madara’s company made blades, among other things, and these were top of the line. They were stunning. The waving patterns on the blades mesmerized you, the wooden handle graceful, and the feel in your hands was balanced perfection. You’d be using these extensively in the kitchen.

You teased him, "Are you already trying to invite yourself over for more of my cooking?"

He frowned. That wasn’t the intention of his gift at all. Based on what he learned about you, including your love for cooking, he thought you’d enjoy a more practical gift like quality knives than the jewelry he bought you today.

You snickered and let him off the hook. “I’m only joking Madara! Don’t be so serious! I love these. Thank you for such a thoughtful present.” You held the boxed set close to you. “I will use them every day. And you are invited to come for a meal again.”

He was quiet when he gazed at you again, pleased you adored your gift. And glad you were comfortable enough to jest with him. “You’re welcome,” he replied simply.

You led him to the couch for a movie of his choice after refilling your beverages. Madara honestly didn’t care what you watched tonight, but he selected something to humour you. When you extinguished the lights, he spent more time watching you watch the movie than he paid attention to the plot. It was dark, but his eyesight had always been good, and with the screen light, he was able to observe you well enough. You jolted at certain scenes, the jump scares so ridiculous anyone should have predicted something coming. Your eyebrows popped up before smoothing back to their original position.

You crept closer to him as the movie played, your posture rigid. Madara leaned into the couch, shifting his weight so he was also closer to you. He put an arm around your shoulder, but you were too distracted with scaring yourself silly to notice. A jarring scream boomed and you lurched, crumpling against Madara’s side as you continued to stare at the screen with horrified wide eyes through splayed fingers.

Madara would have laughed at your useless visual barrier if he’d been in his right mind. He bent down, tilted your face, and kissed you.

HUH?! One instant, you were freaked out over some un-killable ninja zombies with superpowers. The next, you were just as stupefied to be locking your lips flush with Madara’s. He brought a hand up to cup your face and rub his thumb to your cheek, his soft lips staying in place over yours.

The kiss went straight to his pants. He turned more and wrapped his arm around you, wanting you close, yet trying to keep the kiss chaste. Madara reminded himself to be a gentleman and not to let his hand wander from your waist. You felt something stiff poking into your thigh and you tense, pulling your leg slightly away while your lips stayed connected. He pecked you several times before taking your bottom lip between his again, running his tongue over it and suckling.

With your foreheads touching, you ran an uncertain hand down his chest, tentatively tracing a finger down the front of his pants with the lightest of touches. You pressed your thighs together. Madara chuckled.

"I will wait for you," he said.

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Madara returned home. He settled into his bed while thinking back on you. You were radiant, beaming at him in hospitality, dressed as comfortably as you could be in sweatpants and t-shirt.

You’d never been so relaxed around him before. You had been buzzing around your home, expertly pulling different ingredients and tools from their assigned spots to create magnificent dishes for him while chattering and humming your favourite songs. You were so eager to be an excellent hostess; to ensure he was comfortable as well.

You were adorable. He leaned into his pillows, picturing your earnest smile as his hand travelled over his flat stomach. Further south. He palmed himself. And yet you were shy when you kissed. He could still taste you when you tensed and your eyes opened in surprise. You tasted like honey. So sweet and delectable.

He imagined you beneath him, with the buttons and ties on your clothing loose, hair sprawled over the pillows in his bed. It was glorious.

Madara tugged himself in languid strokes with only his thumb and first two fingers around the top and underside of his shaft. He resisted the urge to fist his member and pump hard, preferring to savour the image of you in his mind. He stroked your belly under the shirt, your clothes came off. He was inside your hot, wet cavern, your moans echoing through the bedroom as he made you his.

He spilled himself into his foreskin, holding it shut with his index finger and thumb to contain his release. His fluid flooded the small space, warming his sensitive head and giving him another buzz. Some of the bountiful load escaped his fingers’ confinement and seeped from the loose skin, oozing down his cock.

Madara couldn’t wait to see you again. He was determined to make this work.

~To be continued~

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Notes:

Madara is an intensely private person in my mind, and quite easy-going as well with his loved ones. He prefers quiet places, like home. To him, a great time is time spent with those he cares about. He would not enjoy receiving a lavish gift in return. A gift that the person (S/O, family, or anyone he cares for) spent time creating with him in mind, like a special dinner, is much more meaningful to him, especially when it can be shared. He loves stuff like that, spending quality time and/or doing activities together.

[sakumasmut]

ughhh ik some people find it really cringy, but right now i'm obsessed with the idea of madara using kitten as a pet name--

like, he's already so big and *so* strong, you would practically be a helpless little scrap of a thing to him, it's only right that he take you in and protect you. you clearly need someone like him to take care of you and keep you safe and warm.

no but fr all petplay imagery aside, i can't stop imagining madara approaching me from behind, pulling me close with a hand around my waist and saying some shit like "how's my little kitten doing?" all soft and low against my ear and it's doiNG THINGS TO ME. even better if he presses up against my ass so i can feel his dick through both our pants-- i just know he's SUCH a tease and he'd love getting his s/o all flustered like that, especially if it's as easy as using a pet name on them.

like, him praising you for being such a good kitten when you're giving him head? hot. petting your head after you swallow his load, saying he's glad you drank all your "milk"? hot. holding you down while he fucks into you, shushing your cries and saying he knows you can take it bc you're such a good kitten for him? HOT. something about it just works so well with his sweet but condescending nature to me. ik natsume pretty much has a monopoly in the kitten department (but let's be real, he secretly wants the roles reversed, *he's* the real kitten here. but that's besides the point /hj) but please,,, madara mikejima just one chance

it’s fine, natsume can share, kittens for everyone. but fuckkk this hit all the right spots. it’s a cute petname! and even better out of mama’s mouth while he’s using you as he pleases. him ruffling up your hair while you lick his cock, just treating you like a fragile animal that needs instructions told to them in a cute tone…

and when you’re finally so pent up from the foreplay and whine for him to take you, he’ll make you get on all fours and play with your hole, because he can’t leave his kitten alone while they’re in their heat <3

[uchihaharlot]

Oooh! Thirsty requests? Don’t mind if I do 🤭

I love the Uchiha men! (Duh) So, what is their favorite sex position that really does it for them, really gets them going and busting the fastest and hardest? 👀💥

Ok what the fuck, this is hawt and it took me mere seconds to formulate exactly which positions the boys instinctively bust.

NSFW; afab; holy fuck this is hot and I haven’t even drafted it 🚨:

Madara: Riding him for the first time.

• This man’s sole purpose is to spread his seed like peanut butter, preferably within his wife’s spongey wet cunt.

• Top/Bottom is never an option for debate, she’s either taken by surprise bent over something forward or underneath him. Deliciously tormented with his rough and abrasive thrusts. Madara does not allow such luxury in the way of her desires. Even if she is endlessly pleased, something is missing.

• If his wife manages, and it’s a risk. To get on top of him…Madara won’t even know how to cope with the shift in power. He is so unpredictable as it is, the urge to maneuver her submissive to him is strong, but falters.

• Seeing her enjoy him this way, like actually enjoy it more than usual…is provocative and endearing. Though sex is usually overstimulating with him — copious amounts of hours in bed laid to the mating press. She had back sores once, but those were always soothed. He’s not a complete hooligan.

• But he is a heathen, so in this regard Madara definitely takes the opportunity to actually acknowledge her body’s many appealing angles. Differences on her soft supple skin are highlighted in the dimly lit bedroom. They reflect and make his head spin, red orbs elicit for the first time and she’s under the scope of his sharingan. It’s new and invigorating and one touch of a soft breast with rough hands makes her moan out his name for the first time ever. Both of them are deliriously overcome with the slightest touch.

• Oops. He shoots his shot too soon after hearing his name. 🫥 He wants to disappear in that moment, Madara can’t cope…sensing a pattern here? But it was so good, and she is undeniably beautiful. Purebred Uchiha, like him. Maybe if he was more….sensual and less of a brute? She would garner this reaction next time?

• This brings me to a bonus point with Madara, lol. The second position he comes fast would undoubtedly be his favorite, damn his wife for having a voice that cradles soft moans onto his left ear, for the second time he comes fast. Barely three minutes in.

Obito: Making out while sitting in his lap.

• 🫠 I don’t want to embarrass this man, but my fucking head just — cannot not go there. Sweet summer child thought that giving head was making out the first time he heard the phrase (at 14 no less).

• So he won’t tell her he is a grown ass virgin, but he really doesn’t need to. Obito acts with hesitation below that of a wet blanket when alone with his s/o. Shaky here and there, the surprised gasps he makes when her lips feather kisses like spring rain to his lips. Obito is besotted. Wholeheartedly leaking like a faucet in his slacks.

• I want to give this man the benefit I really do, finding it hard to keep it….yea no. They’re not even at that point of business when Obito let out stifled sound between a moan and low grunt. All she did was grind into his throbbing cock. 🫡 Ships sunk, and like with most; the captain goes down too.

• This woman, bless her heart as well. Has the patience of a god. She will make some cute pun about needing to check his briefs more thoroughly and Obito is so fucking flustered; ommggg. It’s unfortunate that he’s picked up on coping skills from Madara. He too, wants to hide.

• Divine, Obito thinks this of her. Taking his sad floppy manhood, which is covered in his premature cum as he watches her slurp him in his mouth. Making some pun about how wasteful but that she forgives him if he makes up for it.

• Will suck until he is hard again, which is not even thirty seconds. Obito also, like most Uchiha men, is subjected to his eyes. Red spun pearls capture her gaze as she sits in his lap on the recliner. This has always been a dream! It’s happening!

• Then it isn’t, no. Not really. Not again! His s/o is not even the slightest bit surprised when Obito starts to pulse within her. She’s barely sunk her self silly on his fat cock.

• ‘It’s ok, Obi. Just means you’re really excited for me.’ Hnngggg, that didn’t help and neither did the slow up and down motions or her hips rolling. Obito couldn’t decide if he was cumming — maybe dying? He was moaning sure, in her mouth and goddamn she was filthy in that moment. ‘Good boy…every drop.’

• No question about it, he was already finishing before the words left her lips to his in a searing kiss.

Shisui: On her stomach from behind.

• Brb. Internally and externally exploding at this idea. Shisui is so sweet, sensual with his partner(s). The king of making any woman wet his bed like a geyser.

• Definitely prefers eye contact positions — in his lap is a close second to finishing first. Where he can grip your hips and thighs, but if there is no time to spare. Oh, he knows his own defeat and how to unleash it.

• The second this woman is flat on her stomach, Shisui eagerly slips between her swollen folds. He’s got her legs shut and cages her entire body with his muscular frame. Having mercilessly devoured her like a five star Michelin three course meal prior, she’s beyond the realms of pleasure. This is the promise land.

• This Uchiha, too, transcends the first drag in and out of her warmth. So slick, cramped. A warm hug for his cock. Shisui would think it’s a game to hold it in, but that won’t be possible.

• As if the confines of her weeping cunt weren’t enough, it’s the sight that he dials in at and shamelessly data bases to his core memory. The image alone of watching his cock emerge just to disappear over and over again sends Shisui spiraling — whimpering usually.

• Shisui is a man of precision, ok? Not in this position though. He’ll get sloppy and plant an assortment of kisses and light nips to her back and shoulders just as he spurts the last remaining drops of Uchiha essence inside her.

• Lastly, when he slips out — still half cocked, Shisui doesn’t rock anything less than a semi. He will place his thumbs on either ass cheek, speading them open to see his cum leak out her gorgeous sanctuary he makes home to his seed.

Itachi: Front spooning her in the morning.

• Usually I write Itachi on the side of inexperienced and new. Not today; this man can be deplorable in bed and has some rather… nifty kinks. Though today we will focus on what makes Uchiha Itachi a ten second Tom.

• Also an Uchiha who adores eye contact. It’s a must. Every aspect of her body is unique and imprinted to his front temporal lobe. Some of it mundane, majority of it not.

• Itachi is an early bird (heh). So is she, and with that goes the saying — the early bird gets the worm. Or gives it. Seeing her in the throes of sleep, soft, serene and just down right beautiful. He’s down bad, rocking that good ole’ Hashirama hard as a rock morning wood. Itachi will think he’s going to make an everlasting memory, but the second his s/o opens her eyes he’s just so desperate.

• Yutakas are are simply one of the best articles of clothing. Comfortable, stylish and elegant — with a side of easy access. Itachi makes haste to disrobe them, while making to push her on her back…

• While his s/o all on board for being his pillow princess. This morning she hikes a leg over his hip and gives him a kiss so severely wanton, Itachi slips through drenched folds and gently rocks into her. Cradling her closer to his chest.

• More intimate than intimate, Itachi usually strides for ‘slow and steady’ for an everlasting experience. Today she’s insatiable. The whimper his name tumbles through subsequently has Itachi rutting harder and faster. Once those delicate muscles wrapped around his cock start sucking him in and swallowing him does he realize it’s only been about two minutes.

• Two minutes is not enough, but if she’s coming, so is he. An incredible group effort by them both. Itachi pants in her ear as their respective orgasms feed pleasure to one another.

[phlebaswrites]

WIP Tag Game

Thanks @kalira for the tag!

Rules

In a new post of your own, reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

As will surprise no one whose talked to me for more than a minute, the list of my WIPs is insanely long, so I'm putting it under a cut!

Also, I will not be tagging as many people as I have WIPs - that's just Too Many People - but no-pressure tags for @dark-elf-writes, @maphel-n-doodles, @fiyasgideon, @tarutaruga, @devotedanarchy, @writhingbeneathyou, @artbythedarkside, @momo-ceros, @shinigami-mine, @woofgang69, @heyitswrenn, @longliveustherecklessandthebrave, @hellotheremaryrose, @silverutahraptor, @good-grievance

And please do ask about anything that sparks interest, though - I always love to talk about my WIPs!

I organise my WIPs by my series and then all other stories by pairing, so that's how they're listed here.

Courting Culture Confusion

Konohans Crash - the shinobi space race

Akatsuki Adventures - the last story in the series (I hope)

Other Naruto Stories

Madara/Tobirama

Untitled Single mother Tobirama - based on an idea by Madlen_Fade and borrowed with permission, four different versions plotted, running the gamut from angst to crack romantic comedy, and every one with a different pairing!!!

Tobirama/Izuna

Untitled Seelie Winter vs Summer Court story - Izuna is the King of Summer in love with the General of the Winter Court - Tobirama

Untitled djinn story - Izuna is a djinn, Tobirama is the king’s son who owns the bottle

Untitled Izuna is a pipe fox story - Tobirama is his sorcerer

Death is Not the End - Tobirama and Izuna novel, first part on AO3, is complete until I add everything else…

Untitled Tobirama is the Prettiest Princess - Tobirama/Izuna Modern AU with fashion porn and shy transwoman Kurohime

Untitled Tobirama/Izuna enemies to lovers amnesiac speedrun - amnesiac!Tobirama

Untitled Tobirama/Izuna enemies to lovers amnesiac speedrun - amnesiac!Izuna

Untitled Pacific Rim fusion - Pilot!Izuna/Engineer!Tobirama

Hold Your Children Precious - In a world where the Senju and Uchiha don't hunt children, the Uchiha win. Tobirama learns what it means to be married for peace.

A Confusion of Weasels - Izuna’s summons are weasels. Omegaverse.

A World Without You - fusion with the Matrix

Untitled Swan Lake AU, based on Odile and Odette

Untitled Mahō Shōjo Founders AU - complete and utter CRACK

Hashirama/Madara

Untitled Madara is a Disney princess - 500 Kingdoms fusion

Untitled Hashirama is a Disney Princess - Based on Enchanted

Untitled Romeo and Juliet quote parody - utter crack

Untitled Romeo and Juliet cannon era crack style romantic comedy

Untitled Romeo and Juliet modern AU - Hashirama and Madara are actors playing Romeo and Juliet

Rite of Passage - In which the only way to become a ‘true Senju’ is to eat Uchiha. Not dark, crack comedy

Untitled Edo Tensi Fourth War - Hashirama accepts Madara’s invitation to dance

Untitled extremely NSFW comedy in which Hashirama has an enormous dick and that's why he wears hakama whenever he's not in battle

Untitled Magic Coffee Shop AU

Founders Polycules

Untitled Girl Genius fusion - Necromancer Tobirama, Mechanicsburg sparks Madara and Izuna (they’re Hetrodyne equivalents)

Untitled sequel to Snow White - Hashirama/Madara, Izuna/Tobirama, Hashirama/Madara/Izuna/Tobirama

Suffered from the Night - Gothic Horror in which the Uchiha are vampires and the Senju are monster hunters

Untitled Madara/Tobirama/Izuna not really unrequited love - three versions, all of which are based on this amazing comic by @kurakura0-0

Kisame/?

Untitled A/B/O Kisame & Samehada hit on an Omega - Long, Kisame/Mei romance

Untitled Itachi fucks his way through the Akatsuki modern AU - Kisame/Itachi romance, SUPER LONG, the Akatsuki are a D&D group, Naruto and Sasuke are their dungeon masters, it’s BANANAS

Untitled Kisame/Itachi story - Itachi is a geisha about to have his mizuage. Kisame is the shinobi who bought him.

Budgie Smugglers - Itachi/Kisame porn in the onsen

Bridge of Birds - a retelling of Orihime and Hikoboshi

Laugh and Live - a retelling of The Tsarevna who Would not Laugh

Untitled Samehada/Kisame/Itachi story about scenting

Untitled Comfort Sex Kisame - or Kisame fucks his way through the Akatsuki

Other Pairings

Things that Zetsu Gave (and Gained) - Zetsu redemption angst fest

Untitled Zabuza/Kisame/Mei home repair modern AU

Untitled Team Ro polycule - All of Team Ro is in love with Iruka, but they don’t know about each other. Their only guide on how to woo him is Icha Icha. Oh no.

Untitled Arabian Night AU - Sakura/Hinata, Naruto/Sasuke. Hinata is the queen in an arranged married to Naruto, but he doesn't love her. Her only solace is her handmaiden, Sakura.

Untitled Deidara/Sasori - Everyone thinks Deidara uses ‘danna’ sarcastically, and that’s just the way he likes it. Two versions, one happy and one sad

Untitled 1920s Mob Uchiha - Series based on the art of @good-grievance​

Untitled Senju Breathplay - Two versions - Hashirama/Tobirama and Tobirama/Tōka

Untitled Kisame/Itachi/Haku/Zabuza College AU

War of the Dōjutsu (Now Fight!) - Hashirama/Hikaku

Untitled Tobirama/Hikaku story - they bond over paperwork

Untitled series - four unrelated stories, all of them based on the music video Dude (Looks Like A Lady) by Aerosmith. Each one featuring a different founder.

Gen

Untitled Izuna is the heir - Gen, long and utterly violent mix of angst and crack

Untitled Modern High School AU - Gen, probably about 20K, pretty wholesome story about growing up, now with a Hashirama/Madara cat cafe sequel, a Mito/Tōka/Naori Much Ado About Nothing sequel, and a Tobirama/Izuna sequel

The Feeling of Falling - Kakashi is a self-insert into Naruto, Kakashi-centric Naruto/Inception crossover

Untitled Tajima and Mountains - Tajima named his kids after mountains. This is why.

Minecraft Madness - Obito and Zabuza are on the same Minecraft Server. It doesn’t go well.

Untitled Akatsuki run a restaurant Modern AU

Untitled cannon era story in which the Hatake have nine lives - an unholy mix of angst and crack

The Past Is a Foreign Country (they do things differently there) - metatextual commentary on cannon, similar to In All the World

A Clowder of Cats - A series in which the Uchiha are all cats

Ladybug, Ladybug, Fly Away Home - a series of stories about Fū being brought up by the Akatsuki

Les Misérables

Rapunzel Enrolas

27 Dresses AU

Other

All the Tropes in Asian Drama story

And… I think that’s everything.

It’s more than I thought, but less than I was dreading.

That’s good.

I think.

[belit0]

HIIIIIIIIIII absolutely love your works. Make me very horny. I'm on my period right now and was wondering if you could write something where inadra, Madara,or Izuna fuck their s/o on hers. Sorry if this is a really weird request. No need to rush.

Hi there!! that's the best compliment you can give me, I love to make people hot!🛐🫱🏼‍🫲🏼😩

Indra

- Way too into it. Indra loves to be immersed in her, to possess her deeply and in every way. There's an intensely primal and carnal sensation in being stained by the essence of his woman, his wife, painting him a vibrant red but different from the blood he usually carries on his hands. The level of natural slipperiness gained with that lube makes everything so much easier, and if  (Y/N) is particularly horny then Indra makes sure she is well taken care of for the duration of it. He's not good with softness, so if there's pain in between, he may end up increasing it, not recommended for moments of pronounced sensitivity.

Madara

- Somehow, it comforts him. Madara is a man of war, more used to seeing blood than anything else in the world, whether in bed or on the battlefield, it ends up being the same liquid. There is a sense of warmth (literally as well) in being in contact with something so personal from his wife, moments when she could choose to do nothing, but giving him a higher level of intimacy. At some inexplicable point, it tastes good for him to know that he is in literal contact with where his future heirs will take refuge, flowing under the home they will occupy at some point.

Izuna

- The king of menstrual care. Izuna LOVES to fuck (Y/N) on her period, an inexplicable level of possessiveness taking hold of him whenever his woman is on those days. He wants to take care of her, protect her, love her, fuck her, all at the same time, and that's exactly what he does. He provides the best finger services when she has a headache, he warms up compresses to put on her belly to alleviate some of the overwhelm caused by menstrual sex, and asks a million times if she really wants to do it, unable to transgress any limits she sets. A king, through and through.

[ayyyez]

In honor of the "wife thinks about Madara just standing there during sex" post, how about Madara watching his s/o masturbate? 🤣

a/n: you know when I opened requests I just KNEW I'd get some sort of random Madara smut request like this but OF COURSE it's in reference to that post lmao but yeah sure why not. Also I wasn’t sure if you wanted vaginal masturbation or what not so I kept it vague on that front. Haha thanks for sending in the request.

warnings: smut, sexual content

tags: smut, masturbation, teasing, banter, under the cut bc smut

Madara wonders how he finds himself in this position, watching you touch yourself while he’s impossibly hard and unable to touch you but he’s also unable to look away. He’s enraptured by the sight in front of him.

It starts with some innocent flirting that leads to some hot making out and then the inevitable banter. It’s like the two of you just can’t help yourselves (in every way). 

It’s because of the banter really, the battle to one up each other while in the throws of heat. That and the passing dirty talk question he asks. ‘You want me to touch you? You want me to me make you feel good like only I can?’ 

Now you don’t know why that flicked a particular switch inside you today. Other days it would make you chuckle. Some others it’d have you rolling your eyes but agreeing. Today though it got you up for the challenge. 

‘Oh.’ You say pulling back a little. ‘You think I need you to touch me to make me feel good?’ You narrow your eyes. ‘I can get myself off just fine without your help.’ 

His smirk fades as he studies your expression. His firm grip loosens. The gears in his head are turning. He hadn’t expected that and he’s thinking.

You lift your chin for good measure daring him to test you. 

‘Is that so?’ He finally says, removing his grip entirely. ‘Perhaps you ought to show me then just how good you can get off without my help.’ 

And that’s how he finds himself getting a grand show just for him. You’re sprawled out on the bed one leg bend, the other wide open giving him full view. You’re working your hand just how you like, your hands getting slick. You can see how worked up he’s getting too the fierceness in his eyes. 

He’s shirtless but his pants are still on. He’s hard of course, so very hard tentingagainst them. The only relief he’s allowing is the occassional hand rub to give sweet relief against the strain of the fabric.

You make a show of running your other hand over your chest. You fondle it a little, thumbing a nipple and grazing it. It makes him growl. He wants to be the one touching it, touching you. He’s practically whinning. 

His eyes though never leave you. Whether they’re following your hand motions, the outlining the contours of your body of just meeting your heated gaze. It ignites a new blaze of passion every time. 

God, you want each other and knowing you’re playing this game of not being able to touch each other just makes it so much hotter. Your entire body is on fire and the more you work yourself the more you think maybe you should give in and let him touch you. 

But then he smirks and it pushes you to prove yourself.

Especially since his own self resolve seems to be breaking. He’s bringing his own hand to his crouch more and more. He’s spurring you on now. 

‘Yes, just like that.’ There were no rules about verbal help alongs after all only touching. ‘Touch yourself for me.’ Of course he had to make this all about him when you were proving you could do this yourself. 

With new found need you pushed yourself on to the grand finale. 

Feeling that familiar build, that coil tighten ready to snap. Your moans were spilling and your thighs trembling but you tried to keep them open since you were putting on a show after all. 

You are vaguely aware of Madara encouraging you along. Rubbing himself in time with your motions and moans. Damn why is this so hot? You forget what this was all about in the first place and you’re coming. 

When you come down from you’re high he’s already over you. 

‘I can’t stay away for a second more.’

He’s asking for permission to touch you because needy man cannot stand being away from you and you just reved him up ready for the main round if you’ve got it in you. 

[pantherxdrawz]

Enstars x Genshin au? Nah. How about

Enstars x Honkai: Star Rail au

I’ve just got rambles cause yeah I wanted to draw the designs but adhd brain hit like a freight train “oh I wanna draw this design” “n o.”

Anyways yeah just just rambles

How I’ll do this is “Enstars character takes Star Rail characters General role, however I’ll give them wiggle room and they keep their personalities, maybe even tweak their backstories”

So generally ALKALOID takes the Nameless/Trailblazers roles,

Hiiro takes Dan Heng’s role, however he’s not exiled for a past life’s actions, rather he “ran” from home and joined the Trailblazers to find his oldest brother (Rinne, who doesn’t technically take a role, I mean right now you could say in a way he takes a combo of Bailu’s and Dan Heng’s as well if you really want but yeah he’s pretty much role-less, free from the binds of the story) who was supposed to be the next Vidyadhara High Elder but ran away across the galaxy for unknown reasons

Also I say “Oldest brother” because I know in canon Rinne is Hiiro’s only brother, but in this au I’m gonna do a funny thing and make Luka be their middle child brother in the au because come on look at them, which means (besides NPC’s) he’s gonna be one of the few un-booted-out-for-Enstars-characters-to-steal their-lives-characters who just vibe for an epic crossover

Also yes this means Vidyadhara Rinnie, Luka And Hiiro

Or Luka is just adopted-💥

Then there’s going to be Mayoi as the MC, well, technically, he doesn’t take the Protagonist role in this au, Hiiro does still, So like. Imagine if Dan Heng was the protagonist/MC of H:SR instead like does that make sense?

I also think Mayoi would die if he was given the Main Protagonist role- Anyways why am I giving him a side protagonist version of Caelus/Stelle? Well one: he was my first favorite in Enstars, ever, and two: anxious wall gremlin is a very good stand in for feral raccoon (wo)man

And yes this means he’s now an artificial human with a stellaron inside him and could explode at any second

I also had the idea of Aria as March 7th, I…Don’t have anything for that except how they just make me think of the other, so that’s not really in stone

And Akiomi as Welt, just cause why not

Madara and Kohaku take Clara and Svarog‘s roles, (Madara Svarog and Kohaku Clara to get specific)

Kohaku taking Clara’s role if she had a big fucking gun/hj

For this au instead of Kohaku being a shy little orphan like Clara, he’s just a random teen that ran away, found Madara and they ended up as friends somehow, but technically Kohaku is in Clara’s role here, like just

“Yeah I found this big fucking motorcycle transformer cowboy thing and it’s my mom friend now”

“+w+”

Also I’m changing the type of Robot Madara is, instead of being the giant robot Svarog originally is, he’s now a transformer that turns into a motorcycle, because why the fuck not, it doesn’t matter as long as he has Svarog’s capabilities as well

HiMERU takes Tingyun’s role (starts slowly descending away, evil cackling in knowing both Enstars and Star Rail lore as I refuse to elaborate, but if you play both games like me we can evil laugh/cry together :))

Jin takes Jing Yuan’s role, why? *drops a second infodump*

It’s literally perfect to me, first of all, they’re both eepy old men who have the :3/=w= faces

Also I say “Old” but if Jing Yuan aged normally and wasn’t immortal he’d probably be like 40’s and Jin is 30’s, and I don’t think that’s actually old I just say old cause they both call themselves old at at least some point and the entire fandom and their mothers call Jing Yuan old/hj

They’ve also got a few similarities:

They both took paths their parents didn’t want them to (Jing Yuan being with the Cloud Knights when his parents wished for him to inherit the mantle of a scholar or official at the Realm-Keeping Commission and Jin being an Idol, when his parents wanted him to be a Doctor),

-They both lost one’s close to them (Jing Yuan losing his mentor (who is still alive but eehhhshshs he technically lost her-) and old friendships, Jin meanwhile lost his whole ass older brother)

-Both seem lazy but whenever it’s the right situation (For Jing Yuan it’s literally any situation where he’d absolutely need to take action, for Jin it’s his students in danger) Shit gets real

Also I just really want a situation where he’s constantly sleeping on the desk while Mayoi, Aria* and Akiomi* are just staring at him like “:/ are you sure this is the real general??? Are you sure this isn’t just a random lost guy?????” Maybe even finding him sleeping while standing up in hologram form

(*swaps aren’t in stone but what I’m going with rn)

and two characters I simp for in one

Uhh *checks notes aka just my floating thoughts on this*

I think that’s it for now, im up for ideas for this au